Men can be big babies – especially when they’re unsure in love. You know it. Sometimes it’s cute. Sometimes you wanna go upside their heads. But when they have power over you, the situation can be a bit dicier.
Take Tunie, for example. As Charles’ mistress she’s obligated to deal with a certain amount of foolishness – he’s paying the bills. But only a certain amount, okay? For her, down and out does not equal doormat.
Please enjoy this snippet from Paying For It, out now.
He was surprised to learn she was an artist of sorts. He was working the first time she started hammering. He went to investigate. After he helped her hang it, he admired the framed piece, an amazingly detailed face made of pieces of fabric and fur, buttons and such inside a plain black frame.
“This is interesting,” he commented, moving to look at another piece she’d already hung. “Different. Where did you get it? It looks,” he stared, turning his head to view it from another angle. “It looks familiar.”
“It’s a portrait of my mother.” Continue reading “Hey. Just because you’re paying the bills does not mean you can give me grief. Or does it?”
Tunie and Charlie would make love to this…I’m getting close to the end, y’all. Charlie and Tunie are ready to have that big reveal … let me know what you think of this unedited snippet…
“You don’t understand. I wanted you to let me keep you outright, with no arrangement between us. I began to hate that you were my mistress. It seemed to give you too much control. You could get up and leave me whenever you wanted, and it drove me crazy, thinking that I was only a check to you. Rather, I was an envelope full of cash. One you didn’t mind earning, but one you didn’t care about keeping. I used to think, “My God. I wonder which job she likes better, making coffee or making my dinner.”
Tunie began to laugh. She laughed so hard he began to laugh with her.
“It’s not funny,” he said, slapping her on the ass in faux punishment.
“It is,” she insisted. “And for the record making your dinner is far more interesting than being a barista ever was. Continue reading “Snippet: Charlie and Tunie #erotic #romance #love #fiction”
Hi y’all. As promised, this is the unedited “okay” scene I was working on last night…let me know what you think…
When dinner was over he rose with her in his arms, carrying her to the bed, and though he was hard, somehow he was able to subdue the constant, driving urgency he felt to make love to her. Instead they did something he’d only just started doing recently in bed – they talked.
“I have a dinner to go to tomorrow. I want you to come with me.”
“You’ll need a cocktail dress.”
“You mean after five?”
“Yes. Do you have anything suitable?” He knew she didn’t, but he didn’t want her to know he’d gone snooping through her things.
“’Fraid not. I mean, I do, but my good dress is so old you’d probably be embarrassed.”
He doubted that. Even in an old dress Tunie would still be gorgeous. But the people they were meeting would find fault if she appeared ill dressed, and he would not have her humiliated by their smilingly delivered slights and sharp eyed judgment. He didn’t even want to attend, but it was a work obligation, and it was prudent to bring a date to these sorts of affairs. Women had a tendency to lighten the mood.
“Well, you’ll have to go shopping then.”
“Okay.” Continue reading “Snippet: Charlie and Tunie #amwriting #erotic #romance #fiction”
Hi y’all. This unedited snippet details Charlie and Tunie’s first time. Considering it’s the first time she lays down as a mistress, I think it came out kind of sweet. It hints at the nature of their future relationship. Though you know I’m gonna throw all kinds of bumps in the road. 🙂 Let me know what you think. – SS
…She watched as he went to a cabinet and pulled down a bottle of scotch and poured himself a splash. He took it to the window and looked out. It had been dark for an hour, but the stars and the city lights reflection on the lake dispelled any trace of gloom.
She joined him at the window. Don’t flinch, don’t flinch, don’t flinch, she told herself, knowing it was coming. Continue reading “Snippet: Charlie and Tunie #amwriting #erotic #romance #fiction”
Hi ya’ll. In this snippet Charlie has introduced Tunie to his gallerist friend Fan, who immediately signs her to a contract and begins to make initial plans to show her work. Realizing he has unintentionally given his innocent mistress the fuel she needs to dump him, he begins to unravel and we learn a bit about why – rather who – made him the closed off, mistress-over-love preferring man that he is…
Charles couldn’t focus for shit at work that day. He answered emails, took calls and attended meetings, and he must have performed adequately because no one except for his sharp eyed assistant gave him strange looks or had questions outside normal business constraints. But later he couldn’t remember anything that happened. The decisions he made, blank. Actions he advised, advice he gave, all blank. Tunie dominated his thoughts completely.
Why the fuck had he introduced her to Fan? What a stupid thing to do! He should have saved it for their breakup, a way to ensure she could support herself after he was gone without having to work for minimum wage in some shitty coffee shop, or God forbid, have to find herself another protector.
Would she? He knew how easy it was to fall into old habits. To repeat the same fucked up things over and over, even knowing they were bad for you. No. He couldn’t see her becoming a career mistress. Why the hell would she need to? Thanks to Fan and her wretched contract, Tunie was now an artist. She could make a very nice living from her own creative impulses, thank you very much. Fuck. Continue reading “Snippet: Charlie and Tunie #erotic #romance #fiction”