The wonderful thing about writing romance novels is that I can create the perfect, imperfect man. One who loves unreservedly, unashamedly, who has the heroine’s best interests at heart. These fictional men are eager to love, to enrapture, to express their passion for life and sex and everything else there might be to enjoy about one special woman. Lado is no exception. Enjoy this unedited snippet – a sex scene, of course. I know what y’all like…
“Your hand gestures when you’re tossing things over the side of the bed are quite charming.”
He grinned, stealing her breath with a kiss as he shaped her warm flesh, slowly tracing her small breasts, lean hips, the slight cheeks of her ass, which he squeezed. “Thank you. Let me show you what else I can do with my hands.”
In truth Lado used his entire body to seduce her. The obvious bits were stunning; the broad chest that rubbed her nipples and pressed the breath from her lungs, and the narrow hips that twisted gently to nudge his cock effortlessly into just the right place again and again and again. Even the hair on his legs seemed to have an intimate relationship with her skin, teasing and rasping enough to raise shivers.Read More »
Hello! Long time no read. I know. I’m shitty for not posting in forever, but I want you to know I’ve been thinking about you every day. I’ve been writing almost every day too, but it’s been more like a trickle than a flood. This whole full time job thing is so inconvenient! I keep hoping they’ll fire me, but no. So I keep going, they keep paying and sucking up all the primo writing time during the day. Fuckers. But I’m back with an unedited snippet from my upcoming novel The Siege of Sophie. Enjoy, comment, and know that this lengthy blog absence is now over.
Refresher: This story is a classic really. Heroine falls on hard times, hero steps in to save the day in more ways than one. But there are a few twists here and there, and you’ll see a few familiar characters return from Ineffable, Tommy, Steele, Margot and the crew. Sophie is an old, familiar friend who’s been absent from the circle due to financial trouble. Her mother also died and with it a long and rather worthless relationship. These things are all connected and have created a perfect storm of shit that has taken our heroine down and would have buried her in depression if she wasn’t such a stubborn little cuss. Read More »
I’m not dead! No, you know I’m not. You know I’ve just been writing and living and feeling terribly guilty for not blogging regularly. But you knew I was living ‘cuz you follow me on Instagram, right? No matter; all that’s about to change. I’m devoting myself to my romance writing. By the end of 2017 I want to be fully independent from a 9 to 5 job, and with your help, I can do it.
Meantime, here’s the cover for my latest book. It will release early August 2016.
In my last snippet, Sophie managed to sidetrack her friends from going crazy over her bruises, but in this one, which picks up from the last, Lado catches her in a lie. She didn’t trip; there was no fall. Unwilling to continue to lie to him, she has to come clean about what really happened…
Of course Lani wanted to call in the cavalry too, but Sophie talked her down, with no help from a stony eyed Tommy. Thankfully, with these two, style always came first, and it was easy enough to distract them with the clothes and accessories.
Sophie hadn’t had anything new in two years. At first she hadn’t cared. With grief to deal with not to mention writer’s block and the realizations about Robert’s true character and her money problems, clothes had been the least of her worries.
Now, wearing these beautiful things: a decadently heavy cream silk blouse with an embossed floral pattern, tailored camel colored, wide leg trousers, long dainty chains, shiny leather belts, Sophie cried. It felt like her life was getting back on track. And not even the sight of her bruised face in the mirror could take away the joy she felt in these improvements.Read More »
Sophie had to give in. You know it, and I know it. Or there’d be no story, right? But you also know there has to be a problem. In this case the problem is the ex, a specter from her past, and a suddenly violent one at that.
Her past mistake knocks on the door randomly – right when things are starting to go good, of course – and when she lets him in, and refuses to continue being a fool, he hits her. In this unedited snippet, our heroine has managed to hide the truth from Lado, the new boo, but her girls are not so easily fooled.
“Where are you?”
“On my way home.”
“Good. We’re letting ourselves in. We’ve got some clothes for you to try.”
Shit, she thought, listening to the dial tone while she thought about how to explain away her bruised appearance. It would have to be the fall. It was what she’d told Lado, and it wouldn’t be kosher to have him hear a different story than the one she’d already told him. The only problem was, she knew perfectly well there was no way Tommy would believe it.Read More »
If I could be as free and truthful as this woman in my work…the mind reels.
Hey y’all. My internet is bugging. T-mobile is seriously pissing me off. I upgraded, and my shit got worse! And those damn calls to customer service are so long and arduous and annoying, I’ve just been dealing with it. Rant over. In this unedited snippet, Lado’s feeling some type of way after Sophie breaks him off a little something something in an unlikely place…
For a moment when he pulled into the garage he wondered what the hell he was doing. He never took women home. He usually made himself comfortable in theirs. But now Lado led his sleepy Sophie inside, put her in his bed, took off her clothes, wiped her face, neck and hands, and gave her another hot wet cloth to “Wash up your bits. I’m going to need them later. I want you comfortable.”
She did as he said, eyes mostly closed. She whispered thank you when he took the used towel back, already half asleep. It was dark in the room, and he deliberately didn’t turn on the light. He didn’t want any staring into each others’ eyes, wondering this that or the other. She sighed with every kiss, moving where he led without demur as he pulled up the covers around her, and obligingly snuggled down. He liked that she migrated immediately to his pillow, wrapped her arms around it. And that was it. She was out.
“She’s gotta work tomorrow at 10 am,” Tommy had told him as they were leaving, and he’d frowned at her.
He had a half a mind to call Tommy and say she wouldn’t make it in tomorrow, but Sophie was so prickly and independent. He might accidentally start World War III. He stood there looking down at her curled around his pillow. His more than half hard cock insisted that he make appropriate use of her. She is in your bed, his mind insisted, as though it was a foregone conclusion that he should be inside her and why was he delaying what was obvious?Read More »