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August 23, 2020September 3, 2020

Hot Tub Desires Has A New Look!

I enjoyed the original look, and no, there was nothing wrong with it. I just thought it was time for a change. And change is good, especially in today’s climate.

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Courtney has had her eye on the gym’s top fitness instructor for months. He’s popular with the ladies, so she’s only been able to watch him from a distance.

What she doesn’t know is, he’s been watching her too.

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October 5, 2019October 4, 2019

Raven’s Seduction, Available for Pre-Order #ComingSoon #KindleUnlimited

He touches me without laying a hand on me. He caresses my soul without speaking a word. How can I resist him when seduction is his superpower?

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March 5, 2019

Simone, Available for Pre-Order #ComingSoon #ASMSG #IARTG

“I don’t know what it is about her, but she sets my soul on fire by simply existing.”

SIMONE, AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER

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July 11, 2018July 11, 2018

SCORPION TAIL, Live on Google Play #IRRomance #Mystery #ASMSG #IARTG

SCORPION TAIL, NOW AVAILABLE AT GOOGLE PLAY

Hips swaying, she sashayed across the stage with her electric guitar, Venom, in tow. Her swarthy skin shimmered like dark diamonds under the spotlights. Strawberry blonde dreadlocks cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. She swept a gaze over the eager crowd. The lights caught the spark in her haunting eyes, adding to her seductive allure.

A jeweled choker adorned her long neck. Fashioned from leather and lace, a crimson corset hugged her torso, and a short plaid skirt flared out over her bodacious hips. Completing her stage ensemble, skin-tight leather clung to her legs, and a pair of red, wedge-heeled sneakers sparkled on her feet.

This woman was a rock goddess haloed in lights. Wielding her mighty guitar, she ruled the stage and everyone beyond it.

Our mistress, Queen Sting.

Stirring with great anticipation, the crowd waited. Not one person shifted their attention from the stage.

A wicked smirk graced her face. Positioned at the microphone, she whirled Venom in front of her and teased the strings with her long, scarlet painted nails. Her glossy lips parted and her tongue slid out, revealing a sparkling guitar pick. She plucked it off her tongue and cooed in a husky timbre, “‘S’up, sexy bitches.”

A voluminous roar bounced off the club’s walls as the sea of people went into frenzy.

“Allow me to introduce my band of badasses!” With one hand wrapped around Venom’s neck, she ripped the pick across the taut strings. The electric guitar released a rebellious cry. It soared through the large speakers like a thunderous strike. “On bass is my Californian playboy… Chase.”

The bright eyed, floppy-haired kid to her left strummed the golden beauty hanging from his neck, drawing screams from the women in the audience.

“On keys, the sexiest man you’re ever gonna lay eyes on… Becca.”

With his lengthy hair draped over the sides of his face, the guy to her right flashed an enticing smile as he fingered the keys on his instrument. The crazed screams only grew louder.

“And on drums, my brotha from another motha… Slice! Hit it, baby!”

Surrounded by a shiny percussion set, the muscular man in the fedora whipped his stick from one drum to the other, delivering a brutal beating. A wild cadence resonated through the building.

“I’m MonaLisa and we are Scorpion Tail!” The band thundered into a hard-edged rhythm with their mistress leading the way. “Say your prayers, ‘cause we’re about to rock you ‘til death!” Her raspy voice surged into song, “It courses through your veins, my sweet, poisonous kiss… Take me again like that, fill me with your painful bliss… Let me thank you for your pretty lies and smiling deceit… I’ll remember you, only for the days of pain and nights of grief…”

Even though the lyrics she delivered were ominous in their nature, her voice was hypnotic. Spellbinding.

Struck in complete awe, Toshiro watched her strum her magnificent guitar, with her dreads swaying wildly about under the flashing lights.

Her gaze locked on him, a sultry smile followed. “Tell me you wanna die, baby, just for a taste… Give me your soul as you fall in my embrace…”

Can she see me through the blinding lights and sea of jerking bodies? The idea she could separate him from the mob was a fool’s fantasy, but the possibility sent an unrelenting shudder down his body. Even though the building was packed from wall to wall with people caught under her spell, he felt like he was the only one in the club.

She’s singing and playing just for me.

His bones vibrated with the heart-thumping pulse, his blood ran hot. The taste of her lips lingered in his memory. The thought of her poisonous kiss tightened his groin. He couldn’t rip his eyes away, no matter how hard he tried. From that moment on, he couldn’t deny it. He was enthralled, bound to her in body and spirit, and he would never be able to live without her.

MonaLisa…

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June 29, 2018June 28, 2018

SEDUCING AN ASSASSIN, Live on Google Play #IRRomance #CarnalDiaries#ASMSG #IARTG

SEDUCING AN ASSASSIN, NOW AVAILABLE AT GOOGLE PLAY

After attaching my bipod, I slipped on my black leather gloves then took my post.

One-thirty p.m. Like clockwork, Deverati’s snowy Bugatti whipped around the corner and parallel parked across the street from Café Josephine.

“Alright Half-a-mil, let’s do this.” I watched the car through my scope, anxious for the moment my mark revealed himself.

The butterfly door on the driver side swung open, he stepped out and the world shifted into slow motion.

“Daaayum,” I breathed out.

The Italian leather shoes, tailored black slacks and tan trench coat fit him to perfection. A gust of wind breezed by and flared his coat’s tail, adding to the magnificence of his striking presence. A pair of dark Aviators hid his eyes. Sheer arrogance poured off of him in waves as he strutted across the street.

When he disappeared into Josephine’s Cafe, the world returned to its normal pace and I caught my breath.

Fuck the pictures! This man was gorgeous. Even his swagger was a thing of beauty.

Before returning to my sniper scope, I blinked twice. “Focus, Monroe,” I whispered as I mentally reminded myself of the mission.

Eliminate the target.

His superciliousness alone justified him as being more than worthy of a visit from my bullet. But, as I watched him walk across the street with his standard large latte in hand, something about him intrigued me, and it wasn’t just his looks.