Saturday, June 3, 2017

One Night Only

 
 
It's Lana's birthday and she’s looking for a night filled with excitement, hopefully in the arms of the sexy male dancer at the nightclub she frequents. Joe's wanted Lana ever since the first time she’d walked into his bar, and if he has his way, it will be for more than just one night.

Excerpt
By the time the music stopped my whole body and soul was aroused to the point that I was certain I wouldn’t be able to walk off the stage. I was tingling from head to foot, and had an itch between my legs that needed tending to, immediately. I watched as Joe slowly stood, our eyes locked until I couldn’t stand it any longer and I lowered my head to look down. There was no way he could hide the hard-on behind his black thong. He didn’t even try. He helped me to my feet.

“Come home with me.” He wasn’t asking. I glanced around for my friends, shocked to see them waving at me from the entrance doorway before they quickly turned and exited the place. What the hell? They were deserting me? I looked back at Joe. “Relax, birthday girl. I promised them if you weren’t interested that I would get you home.”

“I’m not a girl.” I don’t know why I said it, other than to bring attention to the fact that I was a woman and much older than him.

His sexy laugh stoked the fire between my legs. “No, you’re a very sexy lady.”

Oh my, he thought I was sexy? “Older woman.”

“Not that much older, Lana, and age is only a number. So, will you come home with me?

This time he asked, and I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“Good. Wait for me at your table while I go shower and dress.”

As I took the side stairs down off the stage, I was already thinking about changing my mind. I must be crazy to think about going home with a man I didn’t know. I was still horny as hell but I could take care of that with a little help from the overused dildo under my pillow, and there was always my little purple rabbit. My clit was actually throbbing, and it wouldn’t take long to have an orgasm. Reaching my table, the first thing my eyes lit on was the folded note propped up against my glass. I sat down and reached for it at the same time.

Please don’t be mad at Helen and me for leaving you. We’ve been coming to Big Dicks a lot longer than you have, and we know and trust Joe. He confessed to us a couple weeks ago that he’d like to get to know you. Don’t do anything you don’t want to, honey. Happy Birthday!

Smiling, I reached for my small purse where I’d left it hanging on a hook under the table, and slipped the note inside. Seems my friends had thought of everything. Their note set my mind at ease about going home with Joe.
 
 
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Thursday, April 20, 2017

What He Wants

 
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“Open the door.” I cringed at the harsh demand passing through my lips, and couldn’t blame her for slapping her hands onto her hips and refusing my request.

My gaze fell to the deep V that putting her hands on her hips had caused. Plenty of smooth, creamy flesh was revealed, but I wanted to see it all. My dick had a one-track mind when it came to Daisy and what he wanted, jerking strongly behind my zipper.

“Do you want to rephrase that?” she scowled.

Fuck, I liked her fire. But I wasn’t about to turn all syrupy and say please. She should have known better. “Open the door, babe, or I’ll open it for you and I guarantee you won’t like how I go about it.”

She weighed my words, as if trying to decide if I’d follow up my threat. “Nice, Big John.” She reached up and turned the lock. “I told you to leave me alone. I don’t want you here.”

I yanked the door open and stepped inside. “I don’t care what you want.” My nostrils flared, taking in the enticing scent that trailed behind her as she moved away. I wanted to lick whatever the hell it was off her body. “You’re coming back to the club with me.”

She paused and turned back around to face me, disbelief on her face. “No. I’m not connected to you or the club in any way, so I’ll stay right here where I’m safe.”

I snorted. “Safe, babe? Do you know how easy I could have broken through that glass door? And I bet the back door to this place isn’t any better, unless you had it replaced when you moved in.” Her deflated expression revealed that she hadn’t. “Get dressed and pack some shit.”

She held her ground stubbornly. “Why? Because your club is on lockdown? That means nothing to me. You can’t come in here and tell me what to do. You’re nothing to me.”

Christ, that hurt. I forced myself not to move, not to reach out and just make her do what I wanted. I didn’t expect her to understand, our worlds were different. She was a civilian, lived by the rules and laws that society dictated. We did, too, in a way, but our rules and laws were dictated by the members of the MC. We voted on what worked for our club, we had each other’s backs and stood together as a team. We didn’t get the law involved in club trouble because we took care of shit on our own. It was the way most hardcore MC’s worked.

“You’re stubborn, woman,” I growled. “And I don’t have time for this shit.” I bent at the waist, caught her in the belly with my shoulder, and swept her off her feet. I heard her outraged humph as I continued to the back where I knew the stairs led to the second story.

“Put me down!” Daisy screamed, beating her little fists against my back as I easily carried her upstairs. “This is crazy, Big John! I’m not going with you and there’s nothing you can do about it!”

That’s what she thought. If I had to drag her ass back to the club the way she was dressed I would. I opened her door and plowed through the room, following the layout of her apartment until I reached her bedroom.

“Put me down!” she demanded angrily, wiggling wildly against me.

I dropped her down onto her bed. She bounced a few times before coming to rest on her backside.

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!

Excerpt -
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.
 
Excerpt-
 
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.

Excerpt -
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.