I'm an erotic romance writer published with Loose Id, Ellora's Cave, Liquid Silver Books, and Etopia Press. I live in Ohio and spend every available moment writing, plotting, and learning more about the craft. I'm also back in school, majoring, for the moment, in Biology ♥
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Book two in the Caity Strange series--The Breaking of Caity Strange--is now finished! I'll be sending it off to my editor tonight. I'll keep you guys updated on the progress. I'm already starting to write book three in this series--Killing Bastard. Book One, Dubious Consent, is available at Ellora's Cave
She changed out of her uniform, tired in a good way, and said good-bye to the couple of lingering waitresses. She ignored Michael, because that’s what he seemed to want, but when she passed him on her way out he looked up and sent her a smile as heart-stopping as it was sweet. She stumbled and before she could right herself her arm was taken in a firm grip. Her first uncontrollable thought—oh God, he’s found me I’m dead—caused her to scream so loudly that Mrs. G came running from her back office. Selene had jerked from the grip and slid down the wall to huddle shaking on the floor before she realized it was not Robert. It was Trey.
He stood glowering down at her with a look in his eyes that screamed murder, and for the first time since she’d met him she truly afraid of him. He bent over and encircled her upper arms with his big hands, and jerked her to her feet.
“No, no, don’t…” was all she could choke out.
But he only pulled her against his chest and with his palm against her head, kept her there.
“What on earth?” Mrs. G asked.
Selene didn’t wrap her arms around his waist, as much as she wanted to. She hung limply in his grip, humiliated and furious with herself for having such a knee-jerk reaction. Furious with Robert for terrorizing her even though he was so far away.
“I’m going to take her home,” Trey said. “Come with me, Michael.”
She frowned against the softness of his shirt. Michael? And then … home? By the time it occurred to her that he meant her home, he had picked her up and was carrying her to her car. “Got her keys? Open her doors.” Then he looked down at her. “Michael will follow and pick me up after I’ve dropped you off. I don’t want you driving.” He sat her gently in the passenger side of her car, then hurried around to slide under the steering wheel.
Her heart was slowing its erratic beat and all that remained was the slow burn of humiliation. “I’m fine, Mr. Colucci.” She glanced at him long enough to see one dark brow raised, a half smile on his face. “Sweetheart, I’ve been inside you. I think it’s okay to do away with the mister.” Excerpt from Moonrise
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...With each suck he pulled something from her, a long, thin line of ecstasy that seemed to start in her belly and pussy and move through her in a long, slow wave. By the fourth suck, her entire body was affected, and she arched her back and screamed again.
It was too much. Something had to happen, some explosion that would relieve the pressure building inside her and bring a climatic end to the torture. She needed to come.
He slid a long finger inside her and fucked her gently —too gently, too slowly, too good. She hadn’t known such sensations existed. Please, please. She couldn’t speak, could barely form coherent thoughts, just hoped soon he would release her to orgasm.
When she thought she might rather die than continue with such unending pleasure, he finally pulled his fangs from her flesh and straightened.
His skin was brighter, his once-black eyes were now blue fire, his hair shiny. He unbelted and dropped his robe, where it was immediately scooped up by an attentive Dominique, and he walked to her side to show her his erection.
“This is what you have given me, Natasha.”
He was whipcord lean and slim, without a single ounce of fat evident on his pale body. His hard cock was long and thick with an angry reddish head that somehow must fit inside her. His dick was huge, like a fleshy battering ram. It almost looked too big for his body and the sight of it inflamed her to the point that she jerked at her restraints, angry.
“Please!” she cried, afraid that he’d leave her deprived and hurting. “Please, Master!”
...His eyes widened when he saw the scar over her heart. “You really stuck a knife into your heart.” She smiled. “I really did.” He traced the ridged scar gently, his finger hesitating at her nipple. When she didn’t protest, he went on to caress her nipple gently, lovingly. “There is so much special about you, little Caity.” “The session is coming in minutes, Samson. They may not take the time to ready me. Would you like to?” His mouth opened, but nothing came out. Samson was her handler, and yet they’d never touched in a sexual way. Beads of sweat popped out on his dark face, and he merely stared at her. “Not to fuck me,” she told him. “Just…get me wet. Turn me on, Samson. After all, I’ve heard that’s part of a handler’s job.” Her nipples stiffened, and between her legs she began to throb. She wouldn’t need much preparing. She was ready now. But Samson…she wanted him to touch her. She might never see him again and he’d been her only friend. He bent his knees and knelt before her. His face was even with her breasts. He was enormous, her Samson, the bulkiest, biggest man she’d ever seen. He didn’t lift his hands to touch her, but opened his mouth and slid her nipple into his mouth. Her breathing quickened as he took his time with that one nipple, rolling it with his tongue, sucking gently...
Vampires were everywhere, and they did not give way easily beneath the onslaught of the powerful wolves. But with the arrival of Kimberlyn and Andrew, the power within them exploded outward and joined the power of Logan and Elijah. The circle may not have been complete without their fifth, but it was a hell of a lot of power. It rolled through the crowd, touching the pack with long, misty fingers, and their howls gave voice to its authority. When some of the vampires tried to run, the wolves brought them back with an almost playful ferociousness. The vampires’ sudden fear was a palpable force that served to feed the wolves’ raging hunger, egging them on to an unstoppable, greedy need. They would defeat the vampires. They would kill the vampires. Age-old knowledge and memories reminded them that the vampires had once mastered them, and as one, the wolves avenged themselves... ~Asylum, book two in the Sanctuary series ♥ And the winners of the book giveaway are--
"...it is 12:53 (I have to get up at 5:30), and I just finished the last glorious words of Sanctuary. So tired, so happy! Wow, what an excellent book. I shall have to edit the raving review I gave it when I can think straight again! Thanks for a great read! Pure magic!"