Father by Clarissa Wild

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Father by Clarissa Wild

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No one has to find out…” she whispers, pressing her fingers to her lips. “It could be our dirty little secret.
We stand in front of the pulpit as she gives me her first smile. I don’t know why I need to memorize this moment, but I do. Like it’s important. Something I will remember for the rest of my life. That smile is a smile of one in a million.




“This is my sin,” she says, and she licks her fingers and rubs them across her nipples. She moans, and my dick bounces up and down in my pants.
“Is it wrong?” she asks, biting her lip.
I blink a couple of times to try to keep my composure, but I’m burning up with desire. Fuck me; I want to reach through the gaps of the lattice partition so badly.
“It feels wrong,” she whispers, and her hand travels down her body. “Tell me to stop.”
“Only God can tell you what to do,” I answer.
What kind of answer is that? Fuck.
“I can’t speak to him the way you do,” she says, eyeing me. “So … intimately.”
So she did hear everything I said.
Her hand dives between her legs, underneath her skirt, and my cock bursts with need. “I believe you, Frank. You said needs were okay. And I have a lot of needs.”
I lick my lips. “Oh, I can definitely believe that.”
“And I feel … like I need this.” She rubs herself while she looks at me. It’s like she’s not even ashamed anymore. And it’s all my fault. “Like you need this,” she adds.
I frown, rubbing my lips together because I don’t know what to do or say. I can’t admit it. But fuck, do I want her badly. However, I’m a preacher. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this.
“You snooped on me,” I say. “In the chapel. How much did you hear?”
“Enough.” The left side of her lip tips up into a smile. “Was that bad?”
For some reason, it makes me wanna smile too. Guess the cat’s out of the bag. “Maybe.”
“Bad … I like bad,” she murmurs, biting her lip again while she spreads her legs. “I like it when it’s wrong.”
“Is that why you did this before? In the bathroom?”
She nods, and her hand dives down her panties. “I know this is what you want. What you’ve been thinking of all this time … Me,” she says. “C’mon, say it.”
I shake my head. “You know I can’t. We’re in a church.”
“No one has to find out …” she whispers, pressing her fingers to her lips. “It could be our dirty little secret.”
I try to ignore the voice in my head telling me not to cave in, but it’s already too late. My hand rests atop my dick, and I start rubbing it through my clothes.
She closes her eyes and leans her head back against the hard wood, and I take the opportunity to let my eyes glide up and down her body, enjoying the view. She touches herself so seductively that I immediately find myself rubbing faster and faster, trying to keep up the pace. I imagine how her body would look naked. How slick and wet it would be when I brushed my dick along her lips. I can picture it all, and that makes this all so much more frightening. Because … if I already gave into this, there’s no telling what I’ll do next time I see her.
“Fuck …” she murmurs, licking her lips. A soft moan escapes her mouth, and she adjusts herself so I can see her even better. My hand dives into my pants because I’m unable to stop myself any longer.
When she briefly opens her eyes and sees me jerking off, she purrs, “Do you like this?”
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t …” I mutter, stroking my length. “But it’s wrong, and you know it.”
“Then why are we doing it?” she asks.
“Because this is our dirty little secret,” I hiss, feeling the veins in my dick throb with excitement. “And I need to see just how naughty you can get.”
She grins and slides her panties to the side with her index finger, showing me her naked pussy. And fuck me, it makes me one hungry motherfucker. What I wouldn’t give to be able to suck on her clit.
“Is it wrong that we’re doing this?” she asks. “Because I’m so damn wet right now.”
“Do you even care people are just a few feet away from us?” I ask.
She shakes her head, grinning even more. “That only adds to the excitement.”
God, this fucking woman … she sure knows how to make a guy’s heart throb. And his dick too.
At this point, I really don’t care anymore.
Screw the consequences.
Fuck morals.
I’ve thrown every rule out the window.
I rip down my zipper, unbutton my pants, and pull my dick out of my boxer shorts.
Her eyes widen and immediately focus on my length; her lips parting as if she’s preparing to receive it.
“My eyes are up here,” I muse, smiling.

Other Stories by Clarissa Wild :

Ultimate Sin

Twenty-One (21)





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Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, the Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, Viktor, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of various erotic romances. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.


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Sugar Daddies by Jade West

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Sugar Daddies by Jade West

Favorite Quotes

I dropped to my knees, gave them both a lick, one after the other, feeling like some kind of porn star, opening wide for two big dicks.
How do you want us?” Carl whispered.
“I don’t fucking care. Just fuck me.”
“How?” His hand was at my throat, squeezing, and shit I could almost come right there.
“Both at once. Both holes. Fill me and fuck me.”
“Good girl,” he said and kissed me.
Carl’s dick twitched in my mouth. “Fuck her,” he said. “Fuck her, Rick, loosen that tight little hole.” His hands reached under me, slipped under my tits to pinch at my nipples.

He pushed into my throat until I retched.

“Good Girl,” he rasped. “Suck me.”


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About the Author

Jade West is a contemporary erotic author, real life submissive, and former sex chat-line operator, who is plenty used to getting people all steamed up with her dirty mouth. Her debut release, Dirty Bad Wrong, smashed into the Amazon top 100 in February 2015, followed by Dirty Bad Savage in June – an Amazon top 100 bestseller in 4 countries. Dirty Bad Strangers topped the erotica chart, reaching an impressive 13 overall in the US Kindle Store, and the latest tale of debauchery, Dirty Bad Secrets – returning to the heart of Club Explicit has just been unleashed on the public.

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Bad Teacher by Clarissa Wild

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Bad Teacher by Clarissa Wild

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I’m addicted to him. Addicted to giving myself away to someone like him, someone I can feel in my heart I can trust. Addicted to the power play. The distraction. The sex. 



Other Stories by Clarissa Wild


About the Author

Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, and Stalker. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire’s Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.

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Up in Flames by Abbi Glines

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Up in Flames by Abbi Glines

Favorite Quotes

“You keep panting like that, and I’m going to throw your ass back into that car and fuck you until you become one with the leather seat.”
“Women fucking pretend they like flowers.  Me like the idea that they can please them by buying them something so damn easy.  But women are complicated as fuck.  They don’t want flowers.  They want thought.  They want sacrifice.  They want to own you.”
He wanted me to talk dirty.  He wouldn’t touch me until I played his game.  I’d play whatever game he wanted me to if I could get his hand between my legs.

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The Anatomy of Jane (WJM #1) by Amelia LeFay

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The Anatomy of Jane (WJM #1) by Amelia LeFay

Favorite Quotes

“Has anyone ever told you that you have the mind of the devil?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have the body of a sinner?”

I couldn’t reply. His lips were on top of mine, his tongue already in my mouth, and my hands moved to grip his tight ass. With everyone else I was Maxwell, the asshole, the ice block, the boss — but with him, I was as good as a bitch in heat.

“My mother is running for president next year.” Another random statement where I had no clue where it had come from. ” She wants her Hallmark-perfect family beside her, and it would be great if her son wasn’t bisexual.”

“Did you tell her she’d actually win the presidency if she embraced the rainbow?”

“I’m always thinking about you!” Wes sneered while I kissed his jaw and tugged harder. “Every fucking day you are on my mind. I can never get a damn break from you. I revolve around you! You are an addiction I can never shake so don’t make me keep repeating it!”
“You silly, silly girl.” Wes bit my top lip before saying, “You think you can walk into the lions’ den and make us your pets?” ”
“Is that why you brought the dessert?” She smiled, taking a bite. She paused, glancing down at it. I grinned and sat back down.

“I’m amazing. Go on, you can say it.”

She made a face at me, struggling. “It’s all right.. not orgasmic though.”

“It shouldn’t be. At least not with the first bite,” I said, watching as another spoonful entered past her full lips. “A great orgasm doesn’t happen remarkably fast, Ms. Chapman. It’s the buildup and the path that gets you there.” She stared at me, no longer eating, so I took the spoon from her mouth, scooped up more chocolate, and brought it back to her lips. They parted for me. “You feel everything first, your mouth watering. The shiver has gone up your spine… the tingling in your ears and hands. Your nipples are getting harder and harder as your pussy gets wetter and wetter. You should be moaning with pleasure, savoring every inch of it to the point that it is driving you insane, not screaming out, and not giving in. It is then and only then” – I fed her the last bite – “that I let you cum.”


About the Author

Amelia LeFay is a character of my own imagination. She’s a single woman in her mid twenties in love with sex. Dirty sex, rough sex, sex of any type. She’s not a whore or a slut. She believes a woman should be aloud to sexually express herself anyway she wishes.

She stands for Gay Rights, Women’s Rights, the rights of Minorities, and Environmental protection.

She can be a bitch but doesn’t think there is anything wrong with that.

She has uneven boobs, stretch marks on her ass, astigmatism, and thighs that rub together as she walks. (Which means no pair of jeans last as long as she wishes they would.)

But most importantly Amelia is a Dreamer…she has dreams so big it scares even her, because if she fails…if she can’t make it…she feels like nothing.

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Snuff by Bonny Capps

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I gasp when his hand wraps around my throat before he slams my head onto the mattress. He smiles deviously as my bottom lip begins to tremble.
He grips the backs of my thighs before pushing my knees to the bed. “This is mine,” he murmurs as he observes my pussy. “Understand, that if anyone ever touches what is mine, I will fucking kill them in the most horrific way- and you will watch every second.”
“Why? Why what? Take you? That’s simple.” I tilt my head as I watch his expression darken before he whispers, “Because I wanted to.”
 As he stands before me, I allow my eyes to trace every inch of his milky skin. From his hooded eyes, to his narrow nose, to his lush lips. His broad shoulders show me his strength, and his muscular arms evoke memories that I should be ashamed of. Those arms have trapped me, yet they have held me close as he’s claimed me in so many ways. 

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About the Author

Bonny Capps was born in Rowlett, Texas, but lived most of her life in the Galveston Gulf Coast area. Bonny was home schooled by her mother and this is where she developed her love for writing. Her first attempts at writing were in the form of poetry. Bonny married her longtime boyfriend Dusty Capps in 2014. They have two boys Mitch 11 years old and Damon 8 years old. In 2014 Bonny and the boys decided to leave their home behind and join Dusty on the road in his semi-truck and have traveled throughout the United States. It was during this once in a life time adventure that Bonny found her voice and began to write Dark Erotica. Her first dark erotic book, Deliverance for Amelia is a best seller in the U.S. and U.K. Bonny has received rave reviews and is excited to have released the third and final book in the Killer Series.

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The Spiral Down by Aly Martinez

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The Spiral Down by Aly Martinez

Favorite Quotes

“Grasping his wrists, I pressed them to the wall on either side of him. He moaned, and I swear to God I tasted it. His pure, carnal need filled my senses.”
” The one thing I really wanted could never be bought. I wasn’t even sure it could be earned. It was something so rare that I feared it didn’t actually exist. Love. Unconditional. Unwavering. Eternal. LOVE. ”
“Squirming under his gaze while standing in front of a sold-out crowd just became the most arousing experience of my life. And I knew he felt it too when a lazy smile played at the corner of his lips before his eyes swept back over me. Dear God. I didn’t have to fuck him to get the high. Evan Roth had just become my favorite drug of all and I hadn’t even tasted him yet. ”

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“How about you and one of your girls come out to my show in L.A. next week? My treat. Dinner, drinks, the whole deal. Evan and I would love to take you two beautiful ladies out for an evening.”

“Excuse me?” he exclaimed, cocking his head to catch my gaze.

I leaned back into my seat and lifted a hand to massage his shoulder. I was barely able to suppress a moan when the angle of his firm trap muscle met my palm.

Fuck, this guy was built like a brick wall. And I was going to love every second of watching him crumble for me.

“Oh, come on, Evan. It’s the least we can do. Double date.” I winked at Jessica. “You can fly them out! My plane should be ready by then.”

Jessica’s eyes jumped to Evan’s. “You’re a pilot?” Her smile spread irritatingly wide.

Back off, Ginger Spice.

Snapping my fingers in her direction, I corrected, “He’s my pilot.”

Subtlety was not a virtue I possessed. Was subtlety a virtue at all?

“Your temporary pilot,” he amended before shaking his head and then tipping his beer to his lips for a long pull.

“Anyway. Do we have a date?” And, by date, I meant feeding her dinner while I attempted to work my way into Evan’s pants.

She pressed one finger to her lips and then nervously flashed her eyes around the cabin.

“Oops. Sorry.” I shrugged sheepishly. Lifting my drink to my mouth, I discreetly passed her my cocktail napkin and then not-so-discreetly brushed my forearm against Evan’s chest as I pulled away.

He offered her a tight smile just before she disappeared.

I grinned proudly.

“What the fucking hell was that?” he whisper-yelled at me.

“That was me getting a woman’s number.”

He arched an eyebrow. “A woman. Really?”

“What? Is that not allowed?” I feigned innocence.

He clenched his fist in his lap, and it made me suddenly aware that my own hands had stopped trembling—and in record time, I should note. Evan seemed to be quite useful in the art of distraction.

He leaned closer. “Don’t bullshit me. I looked you up. You’re…” He stopped, unwilling to say the big, bad “G” word.

“I’m what?” I taunted.

He rolled his eyes and chugged the rest of his beer.

We went back to silence until Jessica came back by with another drink, complete with her phone number written on the napkin.

“I’m not going on a double date,” Evan said as I tucked the napkin into my pocket. “You want me to fly them out? Not a problem. Schedule it with Jackson. But that’s the extent of my professional responsibilities. And, since I’m off the clock right now, I’d also like to mention that I think whatever play you’re planning to run on that woman is fucked up.”

My head snapped to his. “I’m sorry. Play?” I asked with more attitude than I had originally planned.

“Yes. Play,” he sneered.

I stirred my drink. “Let me get this straight. I’m offering to fly her out in a private jet, feed her dinner at one of the best restaurants in the city, and put her front row at a concert that has been sold out for over a year. That doesn’t seem like a play to me. It sounds like I’m trying to do something nice for a woman I was rude to earlier.” I casually leaned back in my seat. “My conscience doesn’t ‘play’ when it comes to apologies.”

“Right. Well, maybe you should have a chat with your conscience, because she looks like she just won the date of a lifetime. Meanwhile, you don’t even like women.” He stalled, no doubt looking for just the right word to express his disgust without sounding like a bigot. Judging by his gentleness when we’d taken off, he wasn’t the type of guy to go for the fag bomb.

I watched him intently, excited to see how he was going to handle this.

“You’re gay.”

I frowned at his lack of creativity. “Not that it’s any of your damn business. But I’ll have you know I love women.”

It wasn’t a lie. I adored women. Especially Levee and Robin.

I just didn’t like pussy. Meh. Semantics.

He gaped. “You’re bi?”

“And I’ll repeat: None of your damn business. But yeah. Do you have a problem with that?”

Again, it wasn’t necessarily a lie.

Was I bisexual? Fuck no. My cock was in no way an equal opportunity employer.

I was somewhat bilingual though. I knew how to ask for a blow job in English and Spanish. I pretended that was what he meant.

Chupame la verga.

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I’m a wife and stay at home mom to four wild kids under the age of six. My life is pretty much crazy at all times.
I’m a proud wino. Reader. Author. Ice cream hater. Olive lover. Southern girl. Did I mention wino already?


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The Bad Ones by Stylo Fantôme

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Favorite Quotes

 “She wanted his darkness to swallow her whole. She wanted to be a part of it. She wanted to give her own darkness back to him.” 
“It’s only ever us, Dulcie.
Now, yesterday, tomorrow. Whenever.
You get that, right?”
“I want to fuck you until you have bruises in places you didn’t even know were possible,” he hissed against her ear. 

“You pinned me down and you ripped me open and you showed me things inside me that I didn’t even know were there.  Whole new levels of sex and love and depravity, the likes of which the waking world isn’t ready for.  And you held them up in front of my face, yet I still refused to look.  I’ve had my eyes closed for so long.  Why did it take me so long to open them?” 

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Con finally unlocked the doors and she hefted herself into the massive vehicle. They sat in silence for a while, their breath fogging up the glass. Then he opened his mouth.

“Did he touch you?”

Dulcie knew he wasn’t asking about the homeless man.

“Not in any way that counts,” she replied, turning to look at him. His hands had moved to grip

the steering wheel.

“So he has touched you.”

“Jared was just an experiment, I wanted to see if -”

“You let him fucking touch you.”

You fucking left me!” she was suddenly screaming. He didn’t even flinch, just gripped the steering wheel harder. “You fucking left me in this fucking town, without a goddamn goodbye!  Without a goddamn word! God, you have no idea what it’s been like. That fucking camera, all those drawings. And there’s all these people, and talking, and feeling this way, and all the blackness, and I don’t even know what’s wrong with me, and nothing. You come back, and it’s like nothing to you. Oh hey, Dulcie. Where’s your sketchbook, Dulcie. Come to a party, Dulcie.  Let me just fuck this chick in the woods, Dulcie. So you know what? Yeah, he fucking touched me. I let him fucking touch me. And I hated every minute of it, and I would pretend it was you, and I would hate you, and I would hate myself, and I just let it happen.”

Con lunged across the seat, and absurdly, her first thought was “wow, he’s really fast” before his fingers wrapped around her throat. She wasn’t fazed, though, and she pushed right back, slapping him across the face. This only caused him to clench both hands around her neck and he yanked her forward, dragging her to him so their faces were only inches apart.

“Stupid little Dulcie,” he whispered, his breath hot against her lips. She held onto his wrists and glared at him, but didn’t try to pull away. His fingers got tighter. “So scared of the big bad wolf.”

“I’m not … scared of you,” she managed to gasp out, but then his grip grew so tight he completely cut off her oxygen.

“Of course you aren’t scared of me. I’m not the wolf. You are.”

So that’s what was hiding behind the curtain. I wish you’d told me sooner, Con. We could’ve reveled in our darkness together.

It felt like a weight was lifted off her back. She’d been pretending for so long, and she hadn’t even realized it. Had conditioned herself to do it. It was easier to believe Con was the darkness, and she was simply drawn to it. Basking in his wake. But it was all a lie – she was every bit as dark as him. They were the same animal. She’d just been better at deceiving herself. And now they’d evolved into something else, into a new, higher being. Her lungs were throbbing, screaming for oxygen. She could feel her pulse pounding behind her face. Her mouth was open, but she couldn’t make a sound. Black spots danced in front of her eyes, yet still they stared at each other. Recognizing each other, maybe for the first time ever.

Maybe for the last time.

What a way to die, looking into the face of this beautiful boy. What a gift.

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51dLIGmqT4L._UX250_About the Author

Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since …, forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.

I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.

Yeah. I think that about sums me up.


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New Releases – Week Of April 5, 2016

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New Releases – Week Of April 5, 2016 on Shameless Book ClubThere’s a buttboatload of new romance book releases this week!

You know what that means?

There’s gonna be a hurt put on some wallets.

But it’s a good hurt, so it’s totally acceptable.

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Why Now? by Carey Heywood

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Favorite Quotes

“I kissed you because I know I’ll never deserve all you have to offer, and I wanted to experience it at least once.”
“Something is obviously wrong with me because even knowing she was kissed roughly by someone other than me, less than two minutes ago, I want her.”


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Him (Him & Her Book 1)

The Other Side of Someday (Carolina Days Book 1)

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling romance author. She was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. Her books are full of emotion, humor and steam. She is inspired by everyday fairy tales. Her leading men are guys you might bump into at the grocery store; teachers, mechanics, and website designers. Supporting her all the way are her husband, three sometimes-adorable children, a mischievous black cat, and their nine-pound attack Yorkie. ~WebsiteFacebook

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Jasinda Wilder Answers Questions On Madame X

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Jasinda Wilder Answers Questions On Madame X

This week, Jasinda Wilder – author of some of my favorite books – released Madame X, her first book with a traditional publisher. To help celebrate the release, I asked Jasinda a few questions about the book and herself.

Madame X• Since the main character of your new release, MADAME X, is a man-fixer with a sexy side (possibly a paid Domme?), I’ll go ahead and assume you did some hands-on training. 

What was it like to go from being a regular everyday writer-mom into the head of a hardcore, high class dominating woman who whipped ninny-boys into shape?

Okay, well first off, Madame X is NOT—I repeat, NOT—a dominatrix or anything of the sort. She would be horrified at the insinuation. Unless you count Jack, I don’t think I have any hands on training—and my husband has never been a “ninny-boy.” But I’ll take the “hardcore, high-class, dominating woman” part, though!

• What are 3 important things you concentrate on doing or make sure to include in your stories?

Every book needs two strong, fascinating, sexy main characters, the hero and heroine. That’s huge. They have to be real, flawed, but still sexy and fun to read about. The plot has to be fairly simple, straightforward. Twists and such are great, but the characters have to dominate the story. The plot is just the engine. It has to be a good plot, though, with lots of drama and heat. And last but certainly not least, the book has to have at least one good sexy scene, preferably with a good amount of build-up leading to it, heaps of sexual tension piled on more sexual tension, leading to some seriously explosive sex. Those are the three key ingredients to any story, for me.

• What’s your favorite nomming food when you’re writing?

Almonds and cheese, and sometimes a Quest bar.

• When you write, do you sit down and run a marathon over the keyboard or do you write in bursts?

I keep business hours when we’re working on a book. We usually start work at 9ish, take a break for lunch, and work until the kids get home from school around 430ish. So I suppose “marathon” would be the correct answer.

• What’s the best music to listen to when you’re writing the sexy times? Did you have a playlist while writing MADAME X?

You know, I don’t really have any specific sexy-times music, it’s just usually whatever I’m listening to at the time. As for Madame X, I didn’t record the playlist, but I can tell you it was a lot of classical and instrumental. Lots and lots of cello music, instrumental. Zoe Keating, Yo-Yo Ma, Cello Fury, the Piano Guys, Escala, Philip Wesley, Takenobu, Rostropovich. It was a very classically-influenced writing experienced, as opposed to some of the more indie-folk playlists I tend to work from.

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• What’s your favorite word?


• What’s your go-to alcoholic drink?

See above. Red wine, pinot noir or cabernet franc

• What do you always have stocked in your pantry?

Quest bars, Clif Bars, chocolate, almonds

• Where is your favorite place to nap?

Nap? Who the hell has time to take naps? I certainly don’t!

• Do you like to drive or be driven?

Be driven. I don’t drive much, Jack usually does that.

• Are you a Target or Walmart person?

Target, for sure.

• What’s your favorite meal to make for your family?

Anything I can make on the grill; I’m the grill-master in our family.

• What’s your favorite gift to give?

A good book. And wine.

• When are you going to name a character after me?

Hmmmm. You’ll have to read them and find out!

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When You’re Back by Abbi Glines

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Fragmented by Indra Vaughn

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Fragmented by Indra Vaughn

Favorite Quotes

“I want to be with you.  I want that.  And if I don’t grab the chance to have you out of fear it might harm me at some point during my life, I may as well not live at all.”
“I want you to turn me over, and I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember what month we’re in, and I want it now.”

Shadow Mountain Series Reading Order

Fated (Shadow Mountain Book 1)
Fragmented (Shadow Mountain Book 2)

Get Naked

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HOT Quotes from the books included in Get Naked!

Driven by K Bromberg ★★★★★ ~Adrian

“I want to feel that violent passion of his wash over me as he takes me with reckless abandon. I want him to dominate me so that I surge up and crash down without a thought.”

Beg Tease Submit by CD Reiss ★★★★★  ~Angie

“I get off on this,” he said. “You obeying me is what turns me on. Don’t deny me.”

Playing with Her Heart by Lauren Blakely

“I move with him, letting him touch me, kiss me, taste my body like I’m his canvas and he’s painting me with his tongue.”

Free Me by Laurelin Paige

“I knew who I was and what my purpose was. I hadn’t been made to be noticed or adored. And this man— this man not only noticed and adored, but he worshipped.”

About This Whole “Grey” Book

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EL James, the Queen of the Modern Crotch Novel, has released Grey, an alternate POV book, one that has opinions coming out of hearts and minds around the bookosphere like steam off fresh dog shit.

You know what they say about opinions and assholes: everyone’s got one but not everyone’s smells good.

I’ve read opinions on Grey that slam the writing style as well as the people who read and enjoy the book. I’ve read other opinions that don’t even mention the book, yet laud EL James and her influence on the romance-reading community.

All of the opinions are great, because like assholes, they’re necessary for good living.

I have both an opinion and an asshole, and my opinion on Grey by EL James is that it’s a book meant to be enjoyed. It’s not high literature; it won’t be on a required reading list in high school. Grey isn’t for discerning readers; it’s meant for Fifty Shades of Grey superfans.

If you weren’t a FSoG Kool-aid drinker the first time around, don’t buy and read Grey.

Those of us who had our reading jump-started with the release of the Fifty Shades Trilogy, we owe it to the popularity of the books for the vast amount of good romance reading currently available.

Read Grey; don’t read Grey. Enjoy it or hate it.


Just read more dick; don’t be a dick.

Buy At Amazon: Grey: Fifty Shades of Grey as Told by Christian

A Selection of Amazon Hot New Releases: June 8, 2015

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Beautiful Sacrifice by Jamie McGuire

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Beautiful Sacrifice by Jamie McGuire

Favorite Quotes

“You’re so fucking mean.  It’s disturbing that I like it so much.”
Bagged her? What does that even mean?” I asked, already wishing I hadn’t.
“Intimate relations.  Intercourse.  Coitus.  Doing the deed.  Nookie.  Fornicating.  Laying pipe.  Screwing.  Sex.  Tapping that ass.  Fucking.  Need I go on?”
“Please don’t.”
“This phone buzzes every time you text me, and I’m lying here, naked, in bed,” I said, hearing my words slur.  “I have this urge to put it between my legs and hope you text me again.”

Maddox Brothers Series Reading Order

Beautiful Oblivion: A Novel (The Maddox Brothers Book 1)
Beautiful Redemption: A Novel (The Maddox Brothers Series Book 2)
Beautiful Sacrifice: A Novel (The Maddox Brothers Book 3)

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