Actually, December – of last year! Geez. When I look at my site, which I haven’t in awhile because, I seriously feel like a bum! You’d think I fell off the face of the earth, got hit by a bus, died mysteriously, or worse – stopped writing. Nothing could be farther from the truth. I have like three, maybe four, almost finished books. Worthless to say, right? But I can prove it. I’m determined to release one before the end of the year. Here’s an unedited snippet from the next installment in my Demon Series…
Steele loved nights like this. Very little breeze, moderate temperature, pure darkness with just a sliver of moon. Just enough light to keep you from walking off the edge of a roof. But not nearly enough for someone to see you and your long range sniper rifle posted up on one. Continue reading “I’ve been gone since November…”
Sex can be weird. It shouldn’t be though.
It should be sweet, or hot, or fast or slow. But it should not be weird. Unless, of course, weird is your thing. But I’m talking about that awkward weird. The shitty kind. Not first time awkward either, I’m talking that “I shouldn’t be doing this with this person ‘cuz they ain’t shit/don’t mean me no good/only want the pussy temporarily/or some other bullshit derivation therein” type awkward weird.
But when you have sex that feels right? That feels comfortable, deep in your bones? So much so that you revel in all facets of intimacy? That’s that good stuff. In this unedited snippet from the next novel in my demon series, my heroine Steele is enjoying that kind of sex – that kind of lovemaking – with her demon Miles. Continue reading “Take me there. I want to go with you. I promise to keep my eyes wide open the whole time. I don’t want to miss a thing.”
Everywhere you turn these days, some powerful man is on fire for misconduct, losing his job, reputation going down in flames, legacy tarnished worse than metal left out in a warm Southern rain. I say better than never for that light to shine on their misdeeds, but I feel for all of the women who are reliving past shame and sadness, memories they’d probably have preferred never to resurrect again.
But it got me thinking about men who come back from the past. Only this one isn’t a perv. This one is that love that got away. The one who made your panties melt but vanished without a word. Continue reading “Not every man who misbehaved in the past deserves to be forgiven. But in rare cases, there’s one or two who deserve a second chance at love.”