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Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Wild Surrender



Thomas is new to the rural area. He needed a change from the hectic big city, and the pressures of being on the swat team. A little peace and quiet to reflect on what he wants in life, and maybe find someone to share it with along the way. He never expected to find his perfect match in the form of one sexy little animal lover. From the moment they meet their attraction is hot & out of control!

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Thomas shook his head to try to clear the sexual fog that he’d been in since meeting Julie. He opened the fridge, and reached for a beer. Then pulled the tab and took a long swig. The storm had stopped and he’d taken a quick shower before eating dinner. He’d turn in soon. He went to the window facing Julie’s house and peered out, noticing the lights were on in her bedroom. And the window was open.

He started to turn away, until she came into full view of the window. What was she doing? Thomas got his answer when she began to shimmy out of her shorts. He sucked in his breath when he caught a glimpse of her lacy G-string. Jesus! His body was encased with instant heat. When her hands went to the hem of her T-shirt he all but held his breath. In slow motion, Julie lifted her shirt, exposing inch by inch of satiny skin until her breasts were bare. Thomas almost swallowed his tongue at the sight of those perfect, mouth-watering globes.

Dropping her shirt to the floor, she then ran her hands up her ribcage in a smooth caress, closing her eyes when she cupped her breasts before massaging them. His heart stopped. He glanced up to find she was looking in his direction. F**k. Me. With a half-smile on her pretty face. She knew he was watching. He smiled back before reaching to turn off the lamp.

Two can play at this game, honey.

Only when he played he planned on having her at his mercy.

Thursday, December 29, 2016

No Mercy

 
 
 
 

Rock’s the VP of Phantom Riders MC. Dangerous. Unpredictable. Ruthless. A killer who’ll stop at nothing to keep what’s his. Allie had given Rock her virginity, and then disappeared after she got pregnant. Club trouble doesn't stop him from showing up at her door seven years later, demanding his son, and claiming her.
 
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Lightning flashed throughout the room, causing me to wince at its closeness. The thunder that followed caused the windows to rattle. “You have no right−”

“You keep saying that, babe.” He ran his lips up and down the side of my neck, causing goose bumps to cover my flesh. 

His hand moved to the hem of my dress. I panicked. “Rock−no!” He pulled the wet material until it was bunched at my thighs, and easily prevented my hand from removing his when I’d foolishly tried. “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked in a low tone.

His low rumble against me stimulated certain needs in my body. My hand remained over his as he continued slowly until he’d reached the elastic to my panties. I held my breath, listening to his heavy breathing in my ear. His fingers teased the crease where the elastic rested, before flicking over the small triangle of silk covering my sex. I released a moan of pleasure, my knees buckling.

“You like that.” He stated it as a fact, running his finger over the material. I knew I was wet, and not from the rain. “You always did.” His tongue, teeth, and lips were moving over my skin as he said the words in a tone designed to ramp up the heat. I arched my neck to the side so he had better access. He made a rough sound, taking the edge of my halter top in his teeth and pulling it down my shoulder.

The louder the storm turned outside, the more intense the storm inside me became. 

“I’m going to have you, baby,” he said gruffly. At the same time he roughly grabbed my panties and ripped them from my body.


Saturday, October 1, 2016

Hers to Claim

 
 

“I think you’ll live.” Lilly was careful as she dabbed at the cut. It wasn’t all that bad, once the blood was removed. She sensed Blake’s quiet scrutiny as she worked, but she refused to acknowledge it. She had enough on her mind. Like ignoring her tingling nipples, the flutter of arousal in her belly, and the inferno racing through her blood. It occurred to her that she was fighting a losing battle. The chemistry between them was too strong to resist. It always had been. She felt her shirt slip off her shoulder again. 

She held her breath when Blake reached up and outlined the spot where the shirt had come to a stop just below her shoulder. His finger left a trail of fire where he touched her. “Look at me, Lilly.” His tone was low and sexy. Different than before. The sexual undercurrents in his voice warned her he was aroused. 

“I’m almost done.” There was no way she could ignore where she was standing. Somehow when she’d moved closer to Blake he’d parted his thighs and she’d moved inadvertently between them. Now she was right up against where his zipper would be. His cock—big, strong, and pulsing against her belly—was a force to be reckoned with. Lilly thought it best to pretend she didn’t notice, even while struggling with the urge to reach inside his pajama bottoms and touch him. She knew how hot his flesh would feel, and how strong it would throb with her fingers wrapped around it. He made her hungry. 

“There, all done.” She met Blake’s eyes briefly before stepping back. 

“Not quite.” He pulled her back against him sharply. 
Lilly caught her breath. Their eyes met and held for a long time. His smoldering look caused several things to happen to her simultaneously. All of them to do with heat and arousal and the need to find out how far she could make Blake go before he’d forget her warning and do what he wanted to her. 

What they both wanted. 

“What—” 

All at once his hands were in her hair, gripping it tightly. “Screw your damn rules, Lilly, I need this, and so do you.” The hunger in his eyes mesmerized her, sucking her in. It didn’t occur to her to resist. “I need you.” 

As Blake slowly drew her down to him she put her hands on his shoulders to keep from falling forward. “I hate you.” Tears filled her eyes as she was overcome with emotion. Why couldn’t he see how much she loved him? 

He jerked to a halt with obvious surprise, and then chuckled. And before Lilly could draw another breath Blake slammed his mouth down on hers and everything went crazy. 

Thursday, August 25, 2016

Carnal Hunger


Straight out of prison and into the president's chair of the Mad Dogs' MC! VD's set for taking the reins but he's not ready for the impact one curvy little brunette has on his libido the second they lock eyes. It's instant, it’s hot and it’s consuming! It's the forever after kind of shit he's not looking for, especially when the trouble heading the club's way threatens to rip them apart. 


Excerpt - “Looks like you’ve been stood up.” Humor danced in his eyes. 

I decided not to mention my connection to his club. “It’s not the first time,” I smiled back. 

“Can we drop you off at the hospital?” 

I was so tempted to say yes, anything to spend more time with this sexy hunk, but I knew that I wouldn’t. I was sure someone would come for me. “That’s very nice of you but I’d better not.” About that time I saw Dickie’s brother Marvin walking up the stairs and with a sinking heart I knew that he’d come for me. Marvin had never been my favorite person. He was nice enough, but he tried too hard, and he always came on to me. He couldn’t seem to get it through his head that I wasn’t attracted to him. 

Something in my face must have shown how I felt. 

“Are you sure about that darlin’?” 

His gaze moved back and forth between me and Marvin. He must have guessed that Marvin was my ride. I returned his grin with a sigh of resignation. “He’s harmless.” 

“But you don’t like him.” 

“Very intuitive,” I commented with surprise. “I’d better watch my expressions from now on or they’ll get me into trouble.” 

Without warning he wrapped a large hand around the back of my neck and pulled me closer. I caught my breath, my hands automatically landing on his chest. “Maybe this will help him get the message, yeah?” I didn’t think he’d really kiss me until he was doing it. 

I swooned against him like a smitten teenager kissing her favorite rock star. It had been years since I’d been kissed like this, so long that it felt like my first kiss, and let me tell you the man knew how to kiss. It was no soft, sweet brushing of our lips either. There was nothing shy about him. He crushed my mouth beneath his in a rough claiming that left no doubt to anyone observing that I was his. Well, at least for that moment. I should have gotten angry at his highhandedness but it was all I could do to grip the front of his jacket to keep from sinking to the floor. 

My white, cotton, panties were instantly wet and I was burning up inside, sure that everyone there knew exactly how I was feeling at that moment. A fireball of need uncurled deep in my belly as he continued to work his masterful mouth against mine, being as bold as to force mine open for his probing tongue. 

Oh. 

My. 

God. 

Desire thrummed through me as if someone had shot me up with a powerful aphrodisiac, and the moan I let loose sounded like a canon blast going off. I’d never felt anything like it. He was fucking my mouth, there was no other explanation, working his tongue in and out, and that’s when I felt his erection against my belly. Sweet Jesus he was going to have to pick me up off the floor if he didn’t release me soon. His low growl vibrated through me, adding to the sweet intensity. 

Holy, fucking, smokes! When he finally pulled back it wasn’t far enough. Our breaths collided, warm and erratic. I knew I was shaking badly. His eyes stayed glued to mine for a hundred years, intensifying the electricity of the unexpected kiss. Heck, it was more than just a kiss. The man had touched my soul. If it hadn’t been for the clearing of someone’s throat I might have remained against him until the end of time. 

I don’t know how I managed it but I stepped back, shaken, and certain that my face was as red-hot as I felt. He appeared unaffected though, his expression stretched taut over his square jawbone, yet I knew that he was affected. His hard-on was unmistakable and his eyes were glazed with dark passion, and something else. 

Satisfaction?

Sunday, May 1, 2016

His Possession



Raze is a member of the Wreckers MC, sentenced for a crime he didn’t commit, all because of the lies of his best friend’s little sister. New evidence proves him innocent, and once he’s released he’s determined to find the woman responsible. It didn’t matter that he’d wanted her for the better part of a decade. Rosa’s betrayal cost him three years of freedom and he wants retribution.

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Once inside the small kitchen I went to the cupboard, where I knew the fucking booze was kept. I grabbed the first bottle of unopened whisky and started to reach for a glass before deciding that I didn’t need it. I needed more than a fucking shot to fuel me for what I wanted to do to Rosa. I couldn’t let her get to me. I wouldn’t. We may never have acted on our feelings for each other, but we both had known they were there.

Well, the time for acknowledgement had fucking lapsed. Her betrayal had sealed her fate, and I was ready to make her pay. I downed about three shots worth, letting the raw burn settle in my gut and fuel my hate. Running the back of my hand across my mouth, I headed for the bedroom where Rosa was locked up, thinking about her pretty face as she’d sat on the stand condemning me, hearing again her tearful words as she’d sworn that I had done the killing, and recalling the silent plea in her eyes as she’d stared at me. I’d understood then that she didn’t believe what she was saying, yet it hadn’t stopped her from lying.

I came to her door, turned the lock, and opened it. Rosa turned from the window she’d been staring out of, tear tracks lining her smooth, olive-toned cheeks. Even in her disheveled state she was fucking beautiful. Her midnight hair was shiny and half tumbling down to her shoulders. I let my gaze wander lazily down her full curves, taking in the slight changes that had occurred since I’d seen her last. She was soft and ripe, and I was going to devour her.

She took a hesitant step toward me. “How many men have you fucked, Rosa?” I asked from the doorway. My question startled her, and she halted abruptly. I could see the confusion shimmering in her eyes. Her brows furrowed. Those sweet, full lips parted as she opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out.
“How many men have been between your legs in the last three years?” I snarled, baring my teeth. She stepped back against the window in fear.

She began to shake her head. “No one,” she whispered. “There’s been no one since—”

“I was locked up?”

Tears swelled in her fucking eyes. “Raze, I’m so sorry—”

“No!” I was on her before she could finish. “You don’t fuckin’ get to say sorry, as if that will make it all go away,” I gritted into her upraised face, upraised because my hand was in her hair, pulling her head back so that she was forced to look into my eyes. I could so easily snap her neck if I wanted to. “Three fucking years, Rosa. For three fucking years your lies kept me behind bars, kept me from my club.” I swung her around and crushed her against the window, moving my mouth next to her ear. “Kept me from fucking.”

Keeping her pinned, I reached for the zipper at the top of her dress and pulled it all the way down her back. When it stopped at the top of her luscious ass I took the parted material in my hands and ripped it the rest of the way open until her whole fucking backside was exposed. I ignored her gasp, taking in the smooth slopes of her rounded ass, naked because of the thong she had on. Lust slammed into me like a freight train at the sight of all that curvy flesh. I wanted to squeeze it until she was branded with the imprint of my hand, leaving no doubt as to who she fucking belonged to.

How many times over the last decade had I imagined fucking Rosa?

“Then I guess we’re both overdo, “I grated into her ear.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Phantom Riders MC - Hawk



Hawk is a coldhearted bastard who only wants women for one thing. Then trouble shows up, in a curvaceous little redhead he can’t seem to resist. When a threat to his club involves her he has to make a decision, turn her loose or claim her for his own.

Excerpt 
I quickly scooted out of the booth, realizing Hawk was right behind me. Before I could question him, he grabbed my arm and proceeded to jerk me in the direction leading to the back of the bar. I glanced around the bar wildly, but I didn’t see Dane’s men anywhere. 

“They left, but they’ll be back.” We entered a dark hallway and halfway down he stopped us at a door. I expected him to knock, but he lifted his leg and kicked the door in, causing the occupants in the room to scream out in fear. “Out!” he snarled. 

I barely had time to acknowledge the naked couple before they snatched up their strewn about clothes and rushed past us. As the man passed me I recognized him as one of Hawk’s men. We made eye contact long enough for him to wink at me. Once they cleared the threshold, Hawk pulled me inside and slammed the door behind him. 

“Take your clothes off.” 

“What?” 

“Take your clothes off.” 

I know my jaw dropped at his demand. When I realized that he meant it I began to back up, slowly shaking my head. “You’re crazy!” I whispered sharply. 

“Take your fuckin’ clothes off!” So far he hadn’t moved from his spot, yet I’d backed up until my back was against the wall. “Those men knew how to find you, which means there’s a bug on you somewhere.” 

I tried to decipher what he was saying, but my brain wouldn’t wrap around the words that he thought I had a bug on me. He took a menacing step toward me, and that was all I needed to do what he wanted. Strangely, I wasn’t afraid of Hawk, only of what having his hands on me would make me feel. I was attracted to him in a strange way that left me feeling confused. Maybe it was because I knew that he wasn’t attracted to me. 

I quickly removed my hoodie and handed it to him, kicking off my shoes at the same time. As Hawk began going over it, I unzipped and rolled down my jeans. I’d reached for the bottom of my t-shirt when a memory slammed into me. 

“Just a minute.” I waited for him to look at me. “There’s no way there can be a bug in these clothes because they aren’t mine. I took them from a dryer in the laundromat.” 

He hesitated for only a second. “I want everything.” 

Deciding not to argue with him, I removed my t-shirt and threw it at him. He caught it to his chest and I swear I saw the tiniest curve of his mouth showing amusement at my irritation. He examined my clothes thoroughly, finding nothing, as I’d expected. Then he turned those dark eyes on me, running his gaze up and down my body, missing nothing. 

“Everything,” he demanded. “Or did you borrow your underwear, too?”

Monday, January 18, 2016

Dirty Surrender



With only fantasies of his sexy new neighbor to warm his bed at night, Reid knows he has to stay away from Alexis until his dangerous undercover assignment is over. But when a cold-blooded initiation to prove he’s trustworthy forces him to involve her, nothing can keep him from claiming her. 

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Alexis took several breaths to calm her nerves before slowly making her way to the door. She had no idea what she was going to find on the other side, or whom. Opening the door gradually, she peered into the large room beyond. Everything but for the pelting rain and an occasional clap of thunder seemed quiet. No radio or TV on that she could tell. 

The room was bright. Something pulled her gaze toward a huge window. Judging by the scene outside, she must be somewhere in the mountains. Her next thought was she had to get out of there. She turned, coming up against a rock-solid body. 

“Going somewhere?” 

Alexis glanced up into Mike’s eyes, which were dancing with amusement. Anger, confusion and fear over her situation got the best of her. She started to back away from him. “Yes, home.” 

He advanced on her. “I’m sorry but I can’t let you do that.” 

“Why not? Aren’t you done with me? I don’t know what’s going on around here but—” Alexis bumped into the corner of a table and she skirted around it, not taking her eyes off Mike. “Why are you doing this?” 

He advanced on her slowly. “Believe it or not, I’m keeping you alive.” 

“Ha! By kidnapping me? By removing my clothes and…and—” Alexis couldn’t find the right words to describe their hot and heavy sex scene. She couldn’t cry rape when she’d welcomed and enjoyed every second of it. She averted her eyes when his gaze dropped down her body, bringing a wet response to her nether regions. “Just who are you?” she demanded. 

“Special Agent Reid Masters, at your service, ma’am. I’m with the FBI.” 

Alexis hesitated. Reid? 

“Mike Dunstin is my undercover name. I’m sorry you’ve been caught in the middle of this.” 

She wanted to believe him but she didn’t. Not after his obvious involvement in her abduction. An idea for a chance to escape took shape and she wasn’t going to let it pass. In spite of her intense attraction to him, self-preservation was stronger. “Prove it.” 

When he turned, Alexis didn’t waste any time making her move. She’d already noticed a door at the end of a short hallway, the glass window in the top half revealing that it led outside and to freedom. Realizing she needed to be quick, she sprinted to the door and pulled it open. She didn’t let the pouring rain stop her from running outside. And she was drenched within seconds. Her mistake was in halting to decide which way to go. There were no other houses around and the road, if you could call it that, was nothing but mud. They were surrounded by trees. 

“Oh no you don’t.” She felt a hand in her hair and she was jerked back against Mike…Reid…whoever…and inside before she could let out a scream. He slammed the door and locked it, easily holding her. 

Alexis began to struggle, frustration getting the best of her. “Damn you, Mike, let me go!” 

“You little witch. I told you, my name’s Reid and I’m with the FBI.” His hands were everywhere in an effort to subdue her. “I’m trying to protect you!” 

Alexis found herself pushed against the wall, and Mike-Reid followed her there with his body. He leaned into her and she was acutely aware of the powerful muscles in the thighs pinning hers, and the strength of his hard chest crushing her breasts. She moaned as a flashback of their earlier encounter surfaced. 

*includes a bonus short story, On Fire, from the Serve and Submit Series 
*previously published