tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62170740735577325962024-03-14T07:37:17.996-04:00Love, Lust and RamblingA little bit of sin would be heavenlyGoldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.comBlogger656125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-84066924624194110342023-01-01T09:30:00.001-05:002023-01-01T09:30:00.219-05:00Golden Angel's Blog Has Moved!<p> If you read to the end of my previous post, you know that my blog has moved to the free tier of my Patreon - <a href="https://www.patreon.com/GoldenAngelRomance" target="_blank">CLICK HERE</a> and click on "Follow" to get the updates when a public post is released =) There will be updates, teasers, giveaways, and other fun surprises! </p>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-91944170605481827002022-12-31T09:30:00.001-05:002022-12-31T09:30:00.238-05:00Golden Angel's 2023 - My Goodness What a Year!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdLujLiWYmICxmjQuxrPf1IXyz_EZIjCop-k41O8b5ASEh67kIzdJeM5UrL1UfHczFkuyt6A6d82E1tROFoQJrHWBteMSOZYb1gy40nC91kFjNJPlJevg0bwbUmfAfOo9lNea5lijRsQozE215Qy102TTNMkFw6CBvhODd3YofFtrWZhAjadVx-cUKw/s1200/GA_2022_Publishing_Promo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAdLujLiWYmICxmjQuxrPf1IXyz_EZIjCop-k41O8b5ASEh67kIzdJeM5UrL1UfHczFkuyt6A6d82E1tROFoQJrHWBteMSOZYb1gy40nC91kFjNJPlJevg0bwbUmfAfOo9lNea5lijRsQozE215Qy102TTNMkFw6CBvhODd3YofFtrWZhAjadVx-cUKw/s320/GA_2022_Publishing_Promo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRFMCKvRGNMFnmN4GMfdz3sr2vP54C30HIYlnJdxg87qZtqnXnV00Q0W3zgjkv8QHBIzWoBsoLOp-gA8uCNumk6PiqnxIZLTNRUQk61B7WfgcYdNG4WaPioccpUIXOshrbUXP5hIoC33CegUHKkMdAqJRRXAoMM1eZXJi7U9m-SAVyBBGmpqXXAbA6w/s1200/GA_2022_Translation_Promo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRFMCKvRGNMFnmN4GMfdz3sr2vP54C30HIYlnJdxg87qZtqnXnV00Q0W3zgjkv8QHBIzWoBsoLOp-gA8uCNumk6PiqnxIZLTNRUQk61B7WfgcYdNG4WaPioccpUIXOshrbUXP5hIoC33CegUHKkMdAqJRRXAoMM1eZXJi7U9m-SAVyBBGmpqXXAbA6w/s320/GA_2022_Translation_Promo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>My goodness. This year. Looking at these graphics, I have no idea how I did all of this. Granted, not all of these books were written during this year. And the translations were not new things that I had to write. But still! It's hard not to look at this and feel insanely proud of myself.</p><p>I am SO thrilled to have multiple translations. The release of the Poker Winner boxset, and then finishing out the Domestic Discipline Quartet in German and releasing <i>that</i> boxset... I could not be happy with how it's all turning out. I'm excited about more coming next year... though of course, that's for my January 1 post ;) </p><p>For my actual releases though... my goodness! First, finishing the Dungeons & Doms series with <a href="http://www.books2read.com/DungeonShowdown" target="_blank">Dungeon Showdown</a> made me so happy. I loved writing an entire series of later-in-life heroes and heroines and adding in my own brand of nerdy fun. The last book was especially enjoyable because it was the first look at the Hideaway, which I'm sure we'll be seeing more of in the future ;) </p><p>I also finished the Deception & Discipline series this year - sorta. I ended up realizing I'm going to need another book, or perhaps a collection of stories, to finish up some of the side characters' stories. Still! it was great getting <a href="http://www.books2read.com/SeasonforSmugglers" target="_blank">A Season for Smugglers</a> and <a href="http://www.books2read.com/SeasonforSpies" target="_blank">A Season for Spies</a> out into the world, along with <a href="http://www.books2read.com/SpySeason" target="_blank">Spy Season</a> (available for free everywhere!) which I have literally been dreaming about writing for years. I was also really thrilled with <a href="http://www.books2read.com/SeasonforTreason" target="_blank">A Season for Treason</a> because it hit #1 in Victorian Romance on Amazon, as well as becoming a Nook Bestseller and hitting Apple Victorian Romance #1! </p><p><a href="http://www.books2read.com/DukesPursuit" target="_blank">The Duke's Pursuit</a> was my other historical romance release this year, which was my second traditionally published book, and such a thrill! I am so grateful for Cleis Press, who went for it with my rather out-there feminist historical romance. It's not every day that I get to write a book where the hero has to remain celibate while the heroine gets to play the field and have some fun (for good reason). </p><p>On the other side of things, the Masters of Marquis series keeps on running =) <a href="http://www.books2read.com/LawDisorder" target="_blank">Law & Disorder</a> released on my 10 Year Authorversary, which was HUGE! I can't believe I've been doing this for so long. It was a wonderful way to celebrate. I was also so excited to release <a href="http://www.books2read.com/SwitchPlay" target="_blank">Switch Play</a>, which is my first book ever about switches instead of a Dominant and submissive relationship. And I was also writing about Q, who was first introduced in <a href="http://www.books2read.com/TheSassySubmissive" target="_blank">The Sassy Submissive</a>, and I was so glad to be able to give him his own book after years of reader requests for it.</p><p>This was also my big Rawhide Ranch year, and I had so much fun connecting those stories to my Daddies Everywhere series books. I was so honored to be asked to be a Rawhide author and also to co-write with Stella Moore who is an amazing writer in her own right. </p><p>Outside of my books, this was still such an incredible year. My <a href="https://www.tiktok.com/@goldenangelromance" target="_blank">TikTok</a> has exploded and I have had the honor of helping a lot of authors along with promoting my books and finding new readers. I am so happy that so many authors have found my tips helpful (and I still giggle constantly over calling it Just the Tip, thank you fellow author Vivian Murdoch for that suggestion!). Thanks to this I was invited to speak at multiple author events, which was mind blowing and also so much fun.</p><p>This year was also my first time having a book signing at Barnes and Noble. It was my first year at AwesomeCon (my favorite nerd con!) as an author. It was my first year bringing a cover model to a convention. So many amazing firsts this year.</p><p>I love this job so much. Thank you all for helping me make it possible. I can't wait to see what happens next!</p><p>One new thing that I will be doing next year, and there will be a post to remind you, is that I am actually leaving this blog... this is my last real post. Thank you so much for following along, but trying to keep up with everything, it's just too much for me. That doesn't mean that I'll be done blogging, I'm just moving my blogging to my patreon so my attention doesn't have to be divided. </p><p>If you want to follow along with monthly ramblings, occasional teasers, and other fun surprises, <a href="https://www.patreon.com/GoldenAngelRomance" target="_blank">CLICK HERE</a> and click FOLLOW to receive the FREE posts on my Patreon (it's basically just like this blog, but less work for me trying to keep up with multiple sites). Thank you all so much for your support and have a wonderful new year!</p>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-82974320348304013422022-10-27T09:30:00.001-04:002022-10-27T09:30:00.234-04:00#TBT - Friends With Benefits With Rope<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.books2read.com/BondageBuddies" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQRqeTev6-TyCIzp1akBteK-1E0sT31M2AzzlAdIWGjqJYTrymZjyoq0xvkDZNITbFoIOa9n1CYiC5K2yjXtfwPlKRqN1Y67722SAIsubny8BvW5bV5OiUP2DXG0rszuqzpiTOK9GiVadmYnaZ21IFns3TO_PrTA88CBCR8y8X1aU6yfPtupc7Bg4d_Q/s320/BookBrushImage-2022-1-5-17-1013.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <a class="x1i10hfl xjbqb8w x6umtig x1b1mbwd xaqea5y xav7gou x9f619 x1ypdohk xt0psk2 xe8uvvx xdj266r x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r xexx8yu x4uap5 x18d9i69 xkhd6sd x16tdsg8 x1hl2dhg xggy1nq x1a2a7pz xt0b8zv x1qq9wsj xo1l8bm" href="https://www.facebook.com/hashtag/tbt?__eep__=6&__gid__=369956516787548&__cft__[0]=AZUiecyBpzs1nucSQFBP-5C8Z_AJDOfma9v762pMhai6gnbeTJP9eaP3BgSGIEIL6myWBbwIibzhW0PbMvBI6Z87LVPLW9M3uo_9xRFGPSKOLYegBFn-y3JQ9yJMQ-TQUuQziF73mO5Ck1A1z0xbRgNL&__tn__=*NK-R" role="link" tabindex="0">#TBT</a> to <a href="http://www.books2read.com/BondageBuddies" target="_blank">Bondage Buddies</a>! Gotta love those friends with benefits with rope. No strings attached, just rope. LOL.<p></p><span class="x193iq5w xeuugli x13faqbe x1vvkbs x1xmvt09 x1lliihq x1s928wv xhkezso x1gmr53x x1cpjm7i x1fgarty x1943h6x xudqn12 x3x7a5m x6prxxf xvq8zen xo1l8bm xzsf02u x1yc453h" dir="auto"><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto">So, funny story about Mitch and Domi... they were not originally supposed to end up together. When I first started writing the Baby Doms in the Stronghold books, I realized they were going to end up needing their own books, which is when the idea for Masters of Marquis started to simmer in my brain. But, of course, they needed partners.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto">Came up with the class of <a tabindex="-1"></a>newbie subs and started to pair them off in my head. Kincaid and Domi, Brian and Rae, Mitch and Sam, and I wasn't sure if Morgan and Zach were going to be a thing or if he was going to end up with another character and she would be a villain.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto">Yeah. If you've been reading this series, you know that only two out of eight characters decided to cooperate with that plan. Sam had NO interest in Mitch (and it took me a bit to figure out why and that she was a switch). Kincaid and Domi liked each other, but the romantic chemistry just wsn't there, and then Kincaid started chasing Zach and all bets were off.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto">Then I realized that Mitch and Domi would actually work REALLY well together. I also decided to make her a single mom. I wanted to explore a health co-parenting situation along with the single mom thing, and also have Mitch go from playboy Dom to family guy <span class="x3nfvp2 x1j61x8r x1fcty0u xdj266r xhhsvwb xat24cr xgzva0m xxymvpz xlup9mm x1kky2od"><img alt="đ" height="16" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/taa/1.5/16/1f603.png" width="16" /></span> That's a lot of pressure! But he was totally up to the challenge.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto">About halfway through the book, I had another revelation - the model on the cover of <a href="http://www.books2read.com/BondageBuddies" target="_blank">Bondage Buddies</a> was in the exact same pose as Kevin on the cover of <a href="http://www.books2read.com/DungeonMaster" target="_blank">Dungeon Master</a>. Wouldn't it be funny if they were father and son? </div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto">Wait...</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto">WOULDN'T IT BE FUNNY IF THEY WERE FATHER AND SON?!</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="x11i5rnm xat24cr x1mh8g0r x1vvkbs xtlvy1s x126k92a"><div dir="auto">A few tweaks to earlier in the story, change up the outline for the second half of the book, and BOOM. It's my favorite connection between series that I've ever done.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">Grab your copy now! </div><div dir="auto"><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/bondage-buddies/id1532783171" target="_blank">Apple</a></div><div dir="auto"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/bondage-buddies-2" target="_blank">Kobo</a></div><div dir="auto"><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/bondage-buddies-golden-angel/1137713781?ean=2940162818052" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a></div><div dir="auto"><a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=D_YkEAAAQBAJ&P" target="_blank">Google Play</a></div><div dir="auto"><a href="https://amzn.to/3SG0lpO" target="_blank">Amazon</a></div><div dir="auto"><a href="http://www.books2read.com/BondageBuddies" target="_blank">Everywhere Else</a></div></div></span>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-90925017964344995962022-10-11T20:56:00.001-04:002022-10-11T20:56:00.215-04:00Time To Switch!<p> TEASER TUESDAY! Our first look at Switch Play... it's the whole prologue! I've had a lot of people ask about switches - either wanting to know more about them or wanting them to have more representation, and I've had such a good time writing this book. It's with the editor right now so this little teaser is unedited, but I hope you enjoy!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.books2read.com/SwitchPlay" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWTo1yppMMNYSKtjHwhxCGRPI5shZv4YunWt4Qp2QHfasYf33GWQ9cq9P4oyDk0uT_6zvhwa2qeT1HISzzxB3zZatZuYr7g0Lpchs-EZQGZEGJ89__wk19OI7PqXMxMuH1oN13Cq5Gi7O7Y2PPtpgfEI7op24OW6clqRwDvG7gnwxXJO9k3rFhrMbXKA/s320/SP_CR.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>******</p><div class="WordSection1">
<p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Prologue â 6 Months Ago <o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><u><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Samantha<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âYou! What are you doing here?â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Samantha froze at the hostile tone, all her feelings of
being an imposter, of being in the wrong place, of trying to pretend she was
something that she wasnât, reared up and made her want to turn and run right
back out the door.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Iâm not really a dominant. I donât belong here.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">No one else gets to decide that but me.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The voice in her head was immediately countered by another
voice, a voice she respected, and a voice that sheâd been hearing a lot more
often in her head when her own internal voice got out of control. Mistress
Olivia was a force to be reckoned with and Sam had started hearing her sardonic
tones every time her own uncertainties got too loud.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">She blinked and her eyes narrowed at the incredibly
attractive black man who had spoken, the one who was staring at her in complete
shock. There was something incredibly familiar about him⊠Samâs stomach turned
over.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Now she really did feel like running out of the room. She
just wanted to learn how to be a Dominatrix, or a least get a feel for the Dom
side of things because she hadnât quite felt like she fit in as a submissive,
not be confronted with a ghost of high school past.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Either way, she had never let Quinton Bright boss her
around in high school and she wasnât about to start now. He might be the last
person sheâd expected to find in Marquisâ How-to-Dom class but she wasnât going
to let his presence stop her from getting what she wanted. Just like she hadnât
in high school.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âExcuse me, Quinton?â She hid her satisfaction at his
flinch. Still didnât like his name, huh? âIâm a <i>member.</i> What are <i>you</i>
doing here?â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">As soon as the question was out of her mouth she wanted to
wince, because duh â what else would he be doing at a kink clubâs Introduction
to Dominance class other than learn how to be a Dom? Could she have asked a
more inane question? <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Not that she let it show on her face.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Channeling her inner Olivia, she drew herself up, keeping
her expression coldly impassive and doing her best to slow her pounding heart
rate. Brushing her hands over the blue skirt of her dress, at least she knew
she looked damn good.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âQuinton?â The dark-haired girl behind Q looked both
interested and amused at the confrontation that was going down in front of her.
Samantha had seen her around Stronghold, Marquisâ sister club, before though
she hadnât seen Q. What was her name? Iris. That was it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âDonât call me that, Samwise,â Q snapped.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Oh, he did not. Sam glared at him, her hands automatically
going to her hips. Olivia wouldnât run screaming just because someone brought
up a crappy high school nickname that had been used to taunt her. So what if
she was a bigger girl? She still loved potatoes, nearly as much as sheâd hated
that stupid nickname, and she was well past the age where she was going to let
anyone make her feel bad about it.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âThen donât call me that stupid nickname. Weâre not in high
school anymore. Grow up.â There, that had told him. She couldnât help but
mutter âassâ under her breath.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Yeah she might have started it, but there was a difference
between calling someone by their actual legal name, no matter how much they
didnât like it, and using a taunting nickname.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Especially since she knew the whole reason heâd hated being
called âQuintonâ had been because heâd hated being teased about being a nerd in
high school. âQuintonâ sounded like a nerd name, heâd said. Even though heâd
been a nerd, he hadnât embraced it the way she had.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He looked even better than he had back then. His close-cropped
black hair was similar to the cut heâd had in high school, but the scrawny
limbs had been filled out with what looked like pure muscle bulging under his
t-shirt. The shirt said âOne Lab Accident Away from Being a Supervillainâ so he
seemed to be more comfortable with his nerd side now.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Which wasnât too surprising. Being a nerd had somehow
become cool since they were in high school. Sam was still trying to reconcile
that with her memories of being teased for knowing anything about superheroes
and Game of Thrones.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">It would have been nice if he hadnât grown up to be quite
so hot, but at least she knew she looked good too. Sheâd dressed the part
today, going for the pin-up look that made the most of her curves with a blue
dress, and a wide red belt that cinched in her waist an extra inch or so.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">While she might not be exactly an hourglass without a
corset, she could make herself look more like one.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âI take it you two know each other?â That question came
from Chef Nick, whom Sam immediately recognized. He was the head chef at the restaurant
downstairs.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Marquis operated as a regular restaurant on its first floor
and a kinky hotel on its second. Sam loved coming here. Not that she didnât
love Stronghold, which had been the first club before Marquis was built, but
sheâd spent more time here. Marquis made her feel classy and elegant, but also
hot. And she liked that she could hang out at the bar downstairs without feeling
so self-conscious about who was checking her out and who wasnât.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Strongholdâs bar was full of Dominants who decided whether
or not to ask one of the submissives hanging out in the Lounge area to play.
Sure, there was some crossover, especially among couples, but for the most part
they stayed well apart. Sam never felt like she fit in with either side, so
Marquis â with its mix of kinksters and totally vanilla people who had no idea
about Marquisâ naughty side â suited her better.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Q didnât answer, he turned around and sat down, like she
wasnât even there and Samantha had to blink back the tears that threatened to
surge upwards. Yeah, that was a little too reminiscent of their past.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">High school had been a decade ago though, shouldnât they be
able to put their past behind them?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âHi, Iâm Nick,â the chef said, waving when Samantha didnât
move closer. âThis is my girlfriend Avery, and thatâs Iris.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âIâm single and ready to mingle,â Iris said with a friendly
grin. Samantha made herself smile, but her stomach turned over again and she
realized there was a good chance she was going to have to watch Q play, or
âsceneâ, with another submissive during training.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Not over a high school crush huh? Pathetic.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Yeah it really was. She hadnât even seen him since
graduation. But it wasnât that she wasnât over a silly little crush⊠she just
had some âwhat ifâ thoughts. Not regrets exactly, just curiosity over the path
not taken.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Not that it was worth dwelling on.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Iâm not that girl anymore.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âIâm Samantha, but I go by Sam,â she said, giving herself a
little shake as if she could make her wayward emotions straighten out that way.
<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âWelcome to the party.â Iris seemed completely unperturbed
by the interaction between Q and Sam, which was good, though Nick and Avery
appeared to be a little uncomfortable. Hopefully the introductions would get
them all past that, though by sitting so far away from Q sheâd also put a bunch
of space between her and them.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Ugh.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">At least they knew what she liked to be called, hopefully
things would get less awkward. Samantha had always felt too formal. Sheâd liked
Sam, even when kids had teased her about it being boyish, because sheâd felt
like it was more casual.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Friendlier.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Hopefully.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Sheâd hated Samwise. Just because sheâd loved Lord of the
Rings didnât mean sheâd wanted to be known as the fat hobbit. Sheâd been too
tall to be a hobbit anyway. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Thank you, Q, for sticking me with that name.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">It grated that it still had the ability to get under her
skin a decade later.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The room had been set up with a little semi-circle of
chairs around the circular stage in the center of the room. The booths that
were used for dinner, eating, and watching the stage shows were all along the
edges of the room, the heavy curtains currently drawn. Samantha recognized the
setup from when sheâd taken the subbie class.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The stage was where demonstrations were done and, on
weekend nights, actual kinky sex shows happened for the titillation of the
watching diners. Sam had come to one, once, with one of the girls from the
submissives class. She and Morgan werenât besties or anything, but theyâd
formed a friendship despite their differences.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">It hadnât been the same as seeing a show with someone she
was actually interested in, which was still on her list of âthings I want to do
sometime soon.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Finding someone she was interested in romantically would be
step number one. Maybe sheâd have better luck finding a submissive than a
Dominant. Thatâs why she was here after all. Olivia thought Sam might be a
âswitch,â someone who could do either or both.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Sam was willing to explore. She loved being a submissive a
lot of the times, but sometimes it just didnât suit how she felt. She wasnât a
brat either, which someone had suggested. It had taken Morgan pointing out that
sometimes she acted like a dominant when a Dom was trying to scene with her for
Sam to decide maybe she needed to talk things out with Olivia.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âOkay, everybodyâs here!â Freddyâs cheerful voice filled
the room as the entrance door opened again. Sam twisted around in her seat to
see the flamboyant submissive, who also ran the host station at Marquis, and
was apparently a shark of a divorce lawyer by day.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Freddy was also going to be her submissive for the class.
Heâd volunteered. Samantha liked Freddy a lot but there wasnât a spark between
them⊠still, at least she had someone to practice on. She occasionally found
women attractive, but not enough to consider herself bisexual and she really
preferred men.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He was also smart as hell. Sam saw his eyes flit around
them, taking in where everyone was seated, and he frowned for just a fraction
of a second before his smile returned. She knew what that meant though, and
that he would probably be questioning her about it later.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">She would have to think of something to tell him other than
âI had a crush on a boy in high school and ten years later I didnât want to sit
to close to him.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Behind Freddy was Morgan and a huge man. He was so big that
Sam was sure she would feel petite standing next to him. Well over six feet,
considering that Morgan came up to his chin in her heels. Morgan and Sam were
both taller than average, though Morgan was a stunning redhead with a modelâs
body, while Sam was blonde and âpleasantly plumpâ as her mom liked to say.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">They went through another quick round of introductions
while Freddy went to get Master Law and Mistress Julie, who would be teaching
the class. Sam wished that Mistress Olivia was instructing, since she didnât
know Mistress Julie and sheâd hoped for some mentorship, but she knew Olivia
was busy running Marquis. Plus, Oliviaâs boyfriend and submissive was Nickâs
older brother, so she didnât think Olivia would be jumping to teach this
particular class even if she didnât have a huge workload.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Morgan sat down next to Samantha, giving her a bright
smile, while Connor sat down next to Morgan. It wasnât like people were
choosing sides or anything, but Samantha did feel a little better having people
next to her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">If Morgan and Connor had left the seat beside her for
Freddy, it would have been understandable and yet also made her feel like even
more of an outsider than she did right now. Not that it was anyoneâs fault.
Sheâd chosen her own seat.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Just once, she wished she could feel like she was making
the right decisions instead of floundering like a fish out of water.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">It was going to be an interesting class.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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This is the last teaser before release day =) Make sure to grab your copy for the special preorder price! - </span><span class="ezidihy3">www.books2read.com/SeasonforSpies</span><p></p><div data-contents="true"><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="5el1t-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="5el1t-0-0"><span data-offset-key="5el1t-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="35sjk-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="35sjk-0-0"><span data-offset-key="35sjk-0-0">******</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="fp196-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="fp196-0-0"><span data-offset-key="fp196-0-0">âHow do you know the Tramp?â That was hardly the most pressing question, yet it was the first one out of his mouth when the carriage finally moved, and he could be sure the driver was not paying attention to them.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="1d2op-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="1d2op-0-0"><span data-offset-key="1d2op-0-0">Sitting across from him on her own bench, Miss Stuart yawned, placing a delicate hand over her mouth. In the dim light filtering through the window, she appeared very tired. He would be far more sympathetic if she hadnât snuck out to the Trampâs Den on her own, putting herself in dangerâno matter that the Tramp seemed to know her and would have protected her.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="mhrs-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="mhrs-0-0"><span data-offset-key="mhrs-0-0" style="font-style: italic;">And that she could have protected herself, nitwit.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="aao70-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="aao70-0-0"><span data-offset-key="aao70-0-0">Anyone could be surprised or overpowered, and Mitchell could have easily recognized her.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="chkak-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="chkak-0-0"><span data-offset-key="chkak-0-0">There was a long pause as if she was debating whether to answer his question. For a moment, he thought she would not, but then she spoke, her voice softer than usual and far away, as though she was lost in the memory.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="25gb0-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="25gb0-0-0"><span data-offset-key="25gb0-0-0">âWhen my parents died, I ran away. The woman who was supposed to be watching me until my uncle could retrieve me⊠she was foul. I am not sure I would have survived until my uncle arrived if Iâd remained in her care. At the time, the streets of London were the better option.â Evie fell silent again for a moment.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="3108b-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="3108b-0-0"><span data-offset-key="3108b-0-0">âHenry was quite a bit older than me and was not⊠kind, exactly, but he kept an eye out for those of us who were children, as much as he could. He was the first to teach me to fight, and when he discovered I was a girl, he did not sell me out⊠he helped me maintain my disguise.â</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="1297v-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="1297v-0-0"><span data-offset-key="1297v-0-0">Others would not have.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="fqvoq-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="fqvoq-0-0"><span data-offset-key="fqvoq-0-0">Those were the words she did not say, but Anthony knew them to be true. Miss Stuart was beautiful. The Tramp had helped her maintain her appearance rather than making money by selling her to a brothel or worse⊠Now he understood the trust she seemed to hold for him.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="526tt-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="526tt-0-0"><span data-offset-key="526tt-0-0">Miss Stuart leaned her head back against the seat, closing her eyes for a long moment, her expression more vulnerable than heâd ever seen. He realized she must not share that information with many people. She could not. It would ruin both her and her family socially if anyone knew she had been running on the streets of London, no matter that she was a child at the time.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="9icfu-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="9icfu-0-0"><span data-offset-key="9icfu-0-0">She was trusting him.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="9ncdo-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="9ncdo-0-0"><span data-offset-key="9ncdo-0-0">Again.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="8i28n-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="8i28n-0-0"><span data-offset-key="8i28n-0-0">The realization humbled him.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="6925n-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="6925n-0-0"><span data-offset-key="6925n-0-0">âI looked for you in France.â</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="4ap0a-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="4ap0a-0-0"><span data-offset-key="4ap0a-0-0">Miss Stuartâs eyes opened, one delicate brow arching in question.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="93bgg-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="93bgg-0-0"><span data-offset-key="93bgg-0-0">It was awkward to admit, the words making him feel far more vulnerable than he was comfortable with. The confession was nowhere near the same level as hers, but it was what he could offer to her. He had no deep dark secrets, nothing that would ruin him in the eyes of Society were it to come to light, but admitting his feelings for her was difficult for him in its own way.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="2mj77-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="2mj77-0-0"><span data-offset-key="2mj77-0-0">He was admitting the power she had over him.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="lt4v-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="lt4v-0-0"><span data-offset-key="lt4v-0-0">Anthony cleared his throat, directing his gaze out the window. It was hard enough to speak about it, but feeling her eyes on him only increased the difficulty.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="4q31n-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="4q31n-0-0"><span data-offset-key="4q31n-0-0">âAlso, after I found you acting as a maid in Lady Greywoodâs household.â</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="odr4-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="odr4-0-0"><span data-offset-key="odr4-0-0">She had disappeared into the night, and he had not known what had happened to her until the day Mitchellâs minions had carried out a coordinated attack. Thankfully, Camden had been the only one injured, though the lack of other casualties had been pure luck more than anything else. When he arrived after his own attack, Miss Stuart had been thereâstill dressed as a maidâholding her unconscious uncle.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="3cm6q-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="3cm6q-0-0"><span data-offset-key="3cm6q-0-0">He had not blurted out any of their past before discovering who she truly was. He was not sure which would have been more likelyâher cousins murdering him the moment the words left his mouth or dragging them to the altar.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="2qjnj-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="2qjnj-0-0"><span data-offset-key="2qjnj-0-0" style="font-style: italic;">Marrying Miss Stuart would be a fate worse than death.</span></div></div><div class="mfn553m3" data-block="true" data-editor="eqved" data-offset-key="dqthp-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="dqthp-0-0"><span data-offset-key="dqthp-0-0">It should have been. That was how he should have felt. 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Grab your copy asap - <a class="qi72231t nu7423ey n3hqoq4p r86q59rh b3qcqh3k fq87ekyn bdao358l fsf7x5fv rse6dlih s5oniofx m8h3af8h l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk srn514ro oxkhqvkx rl78xhln nch0832m cr00lzj9 rn8ck1ys s3jn8y49 icdlwmnq cxfqmxzd ezidihy3" href="http://www.books2read.com/SeasonforTreason?fbclid=IwAR3EImt8J46nGHyut0iSpRCgLCPkpyPmk7XV5FF3emypwklbUM77Wxm-9lA" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" tabindex="0" target="_blank">www.books2read.com/SeasonforTreason</a></div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf jikcssrz n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto">For years Iâve had a character in my head (Evie) that was just waiting for the right series - The Deception & Discipline Quartet gave me that opportunity when I was writing the Bridal Discipline series and wanted to create a shy wallflower character who faded into the background. 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Which, he also wasn't supposed to be in in the first place. He just jumped in as a rival. </div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="l7ghb35v kjdc1dyq kmwttqpk gh25dzvf jikcssrz n3t5jt4f"><div dir="auto">But I thought he was perfect for Mary and, well, here we are <span class="fxk3tzhb b2rh1bv3 gh55jysx m8h3af8h ewco64xe kjdc1dyq ms56khn7 bq6c9xl4 eohcrkr5 akh3l2rg"><img alt="đ" height="16" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/taa/1.5/16/1f603.png" width="16" /></span></div></div></span></div></div></div></div>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-7911047651488712052022-09-06T09:30:00.001-04:002022-09-06T09:30:00.230-04:00Teaser Tuesday - The Lady and the Tramp<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.books2read.com/SeasonforSpies" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="624" data-original-width="1640" height="122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX_AqPXSjzvDUEirlBaH2mTph2_o_pDE36r4cCwjW459u98A3qYVrp_gYEQx5FcGSUdrvpmODgzkdXfuBVt-eEZFgowNRxZyfQYJwXQVEx38fJsScLfoJebMCAlvkgyJQBlEiK3k9Ldp35-HNYlY7pXW1rZJoN5xmshWRsF7w4AZXQy1ISsowrMxNiGw/s320/ASfSp_Banner.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>When I first put The Tramp into <a href="http://www.books2read.com/SeasonforTreason" target="_blank">A Season for Treason</a> and <a href="http://www.books2read.com/SeasonforScandal" target="_blank">A Season for Scandal</a> as an Easter Egg, I had no idea that he would end up playing an actual role in this series, but once I got to A Season for Spies, I realized that he was perfect for a bigger part in the story than anticipated. Which meant, of course, that Evie would have to make her way to the Tramp's Den at some point.</p><p>******</p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><u><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Anthony<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Making his way through the Warrens, Anthony stopped at
several other taverns before finally finding himself at the door of the Trampâs
Den. Unlike the first place he stopped, he had not been able to find any word
of Mitchell in the others. All of them were filled with news of the hunt for
the man, as there were plenty of dockworkers frequenting them, but no one had
seen him or seemed to know about him. Or if they did, they were not speaking up,
even to help with the hunt. And he did not see anyone who appeared worried or
anything other than filled with fury and a desire for justice.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Anthony did not know whether to be frustrated or comforted
by that. He did not want Mitchell to have more allies than he already did, but
at the same time, it was making it very difficult to find the man. Perhaps
Camden would have more luck at his dinner.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Considering how Mitchell operated, it was entirely possible
his allies were among the upper classes rather than the lower. Still, he would
have had to hire out his dirty work in places like this, including the recent
assassination attempts.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Though Miss Davies, now Lady Durham, had said the
highwayman who kidnapped her had talked like one of their set. He still had not
been found.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Damnation. Was he looking in the wrong place?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">After a moment, he realized it did not matter. Either way,
he needed to make sure every possibility had been covered. Otherwise, the lapse
would bother him. Small lapses could sink a mission. If there was something to
discover at the Trampâs Den and he passed it by or missed something because he
thought there was nothing to be found, he would never forgive himself.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He knocked on the door.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Opening, a huge man stood in the doorway, filling it up, a
bruiser, with a healing cut over his left eye and a frown on his face.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âButch,â Anthony grunted. Theyâd met before when Anthony
was in a similar guise.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âTony.â Butch stepped back, allowing Anthony to step
through the doorway, eying him warily. âThe Tramp willna like it if thereâs
trouble.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âNo trouble.â Anthony held his hands up as he passed by the
other man. âIâm looking for information.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âAinât ya always,â Butch muttered. There was some truth to
that. Anthony shrugged. Butch knew Anthony was not exactly what he appeared to
be, and one of the best things about places like the Den was people were not
questioned too closely.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Unfortunately, it was also probably one of the reasons why
Mitchell had connections to this place.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âI need to talk to the Tramp.â It was best to start at the
top. If he explained why he was there, the Tramp might be more open to letting
him make his own way through the hell. While the Tramp was one of the Kings of
the Underworld, he was also loyal to his country.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Anthony did not believe for a moment he would countenance
treason being plotted in his Denâif he knewâbut he still wanted to look the man
in the face when he asked him. Just in case. No stone uncovered and all that.
He needed to know he could trust his initial instincts about the man.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Butch blinked. Nodded his head.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âYou can go to his office to wait.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âWhere is he now?â It was already into the wee hours of the
morning. By now, Camden and Miss Stuart would be home and abed, even if the
soiree had run longer than usual. Anthony would not allow the late hour to make
him sloppy, but neither did he wish to extend it beyond what was necessary.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A smile flashed across Butchâs face.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âPutting on a show.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Anthony stifled a groan. The Tramp would not have been out
of place in the Society of Sin with his proclivities. He thoroughly enjoyed
fucking his lady on the balcony overlooking the main floor of the Den, where
everyone below could see and hear her. When he was not putting on a show, he
kept his lady plugged with a tail and soft cloth ears that made her look like a
puppy.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">No one would guess she had once been a debutante. When he
first realized, he had been worried about how she ended up here but ascertained
she was perfectly happy where she was. After some snooping, he discovered the
Tramp had legally married her, with the permission of her guardian. Although
Anthony would have mounted a rescue, anyway, if it had been necessary.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Now, instead of being Lady Delilah Darling, she was the
Trampâs lady, fucked in front of an audience of all classes on a regular basis.
Including quite a few members of the <i>ton</i> who could have recognized her
if they had paid attentionâthe way Anthony eventually had.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âYou can watch while you wait.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âNo.â Anthony shook his head. âIâll go to his office if you
can let him know Iâm there once heâs done.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He was no prude, but he did not have any desire to watch
the Trampâs antics. He had seen them often enough on previous visits to the
Den. As titillating as they could be, they held no interest right now.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">It had nothing to do with a particular black-haired,
green-eyed beauty who had taken up all his thoughts.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âAs you will.â Butch closed the main door and opened the
next, which led to the Denâs main floor. The small hallway between the two
doors was helpful for raids and keeping out unwanted groups of people. Only so
many could fit there, creating a bottleneck. While Butch or the Trampâs other
main man, Frank, were fighters of the first degree, anyone could be overwhelmed
by superior numbers. The door setup helped prevent that. âYou know where it
is.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Anthony had only been in the Trampâs office once, but yes,
he knew where it was.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">With the second door open, the wash of sound flowed over
himâarousing, shouting, laughter, the sounds of people having a good time.
Above them all, the Tramp was on his balcony, his lady in front of him, while
he thrust into her from behind. Her dark hair hung in front of her face, so her
expression could not be seen, but he could hear her moans as the sounds of everyone
else ebbed and flowed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Some were watching, some were not. Those who came to the
Den regularly knew they could expect to see such a show on most nights. By the
end of it, when she came, they would cheer, the way they always did.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He moved through the crowd, keeping an eye peeled for
Mitchell, but he was nowhere to be seen. Anthony was so busy looking for the
man in the crowd, he almost did not notice the woman.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Yvette.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Miss Stuart.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The two names overlapped in his thoughts when he caught
sight of her. Yvette, the whore he had met in a French brothelâMiss Stuart, her
true identityâwas laughing at something one of the gentlemen she was talking to
said as she leaned forward. Their eyes were on her breasts, which were in
serious danger of spilling out of the top of her dress. Both of them were
members of the <i>ton</i>, and either could recognize her at a future date.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-82831767713447207222022-09-01T09:25:00.001-04:002022-09-01T09:25:00.227-04:00TBT - 99c Sale for Gabrielle's Discipline!!!!!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyN_YmAPLCxUEvPcjhWZJxSp406lxmDKjkHdkDxdeBVXOgWYWbDelre0bJxTz0TYxOQODUeu78l2_YfZjMw529q07dCtXLg2tglnCGMIj2ZJu7yc09IBz3vzU4jw0PriTlhpLTlWQ86eSH5FlvGoJqD37noPb8t1sxYA9H8yXfCt4adVnqEVwT2f4x4A/s1080/BookBrushImage-2021-8-6-8-385.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyN_YmAPLCxUEvPcjhWZJxSp406lxmDKjkHdkDxdeBVXOgWYWbDelre0bJxTz0TYxOQODUeu78l2_YfZjMw529q07dCtXLg2tglnCGMIj2ZJu7yc09IBz3vzU4jw0PriTlhpLTlWQ86eSH5FlvGoJqD37noPb8t1sxYA9H8yXfCt4adVnqEVwT2f4x4A/s320/BookBrushImage-2021-8-6-8-385.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Throwback Thursday to <a href="http://www.books2read.com/GabriellesDiscipline" target="_blank">Gabrielle's Discipline</a> which is 99c for THIS WEEKEND ONLY!</p><p>I floved this book. I was enjoying the setup for it the whole time I was writing book 1, Philip's Rules, and I was so ready for Felix and Gabrielle's story. Especially because she thought he was in love with her stepmother, Cordelia. Like... talk about drama. I don't usually write high angst, and I'm not sure I would consider this book high angst, but I think it's probably the angstiest book I've ever written.</p><p>BTW, if you ever wondered what was going on in Gabrielle's head during the events of Philip's Rules, I actualy wrote a novella for it - <a href="http://www.books2read.com/Undisciplined" target="_blank">CLICK HERE to download Undisciplined for FREE</a> - that was originally supposed to be a prologue for this book but it go too long so I just gave in and made it its own thing.</p><p>I also loved getting a better look at Arabella and her family as well as Felix's family, knowing that they were going to have important parts to play in later books =) And, of course, Cynthia couldn't help but pop up. Keeping her OUT of books was nearly impossible.</p><p>Make sure to get your copy while it's still on sale!</p><p><a href="https://amzn.to/3qYLLis" target="_blank">Amazon</a> <a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/gabrielles-discipline/id1476106912" target="_blank">Apple</a> <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/gabrielles-discipline-golden-angel/1123913177?ean=2940158434600" target="_blank">Nook</a> <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/gabrielle-s-discipline-3" target="_blank">Kobo</a> <a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=xzBFDwAAQBAJ" target="_blank">Google Play</a></p><p><a href="http://www.books2read.com/GabriellesDiscipline" target="_blank">All Other Retailers</a></p>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-40813218395975103842022-08-30T09:10:00.001-04:002022-08-30T09:10:00.245-04:00Teaser Tuesday - Jealousy<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.books2read.com/SeasonforSpies" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBRy0AeU-fB5BVRaRPGZZzmhBSsMrwRx1Vp_Ra3GFfD3laVFqLqUJMIiqFJ79TYKQJJKjcHO1eb1dK3GswQk2BeptqyTcLrD-bZxWCae9urVVqj3itlZvjvo34vLLAKQ1vE-vmxPh9Mm9uFLlclSA7oYThmKg5r2o78n5stPvVDyGlJZ4SrgsGpcLClg/s320/BookBrushImage1082.png" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âMy lady, would you like to experience some of what the
Society has to offer?â<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Anthony jerked his head around and scowled when he saw Lord
Conyngham bowing to Miss Stuart. He had gotten close without Anthony even
realizing. The rake was well known among <i>tonnish</i> circles, sometimes
skating close to the line but never stepping a toe over it. While he was happy
to take lovers among the most scandalous ladies of the <i>ton,</i> he never,
ever touched a debutante or cause a ladyâs ruin. Discretion was his byword.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">If heâd known Miss Stuart was a debutante, he would have
never approached her, but Anthony could hardly inform him of the fact, despite
the jealousy now ripping through him. If Miss Stuart attempted to go off with
the cad, instead of staying by Anthonyâs sideâŠ<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Suffice to say, she had better not.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âThank you, <i>monsieur</i>, but Captain Browne is taking
care of me admirably,â Miss Stuart replied throatily. Behind her mask, Anthony
could see her green eyes dancing with amusement.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âI can see that he is an adequate escort, but when it comes
to actually experience everything the Society has to offer, he seems woefully
behind.â Conynghamâs grin grew when Anthony scowled at him.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âShe said sheâs fine,â he snapped, his arm muscle
tightening and pulling Miss Stuart closer to him. It did not feel like enough,
not with Conyngham eying her up and down like he was considering a dive into
her exposed cleavage, and Anthony pulled loose his arm so he could wrap it
possessively around her.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âWe could always share,â Conyngham suggested devilishly. He
looked meaningfully at Miss Stuart. âHave you ever-â<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âMine.â Anthony growled the word and swung her away from
Conyngham, whose quiet laughter followed them down the hall as he directed her
to the next room.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âDid you just try to <i>claim</i> me?â It was impossible to
tell from Miss Stuartâs tone of voice how she felt about that.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Yes, he had.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">No he did not want to talk about it.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âIt is the only thing men like him understand,â Anthony
said shortly. Which was doing Conyngham a disservice â he understood and
respected the meaning of the word ânoâ but he also enjoyed needling his
contemporaries. Anthony cleared his throat. âThat is to sayâŠâ<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He groped for the correct words to negate his slander of
Conynghamâs character while still protecting himself from exposing his own
feelings.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âOh, I believe I know what you meant to say.â Miss Stuart
smiled serenely, giving Anthony the very uncomfortable feeling that she did
know what he meant to say. Tugging his arm slightly, she pulled him toward one
of the doors coming up. âLet us check in here.â<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The room was empty when she opened it, as sometimes
happened at Society events. Not every room was in use all the time. Anthony
sighed, and then startled when she pulled him into the room anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âWha-?â<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The door kicked shut behind them and grabbed his lapels,
pulling him in for a kiss.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Duty warred with desire and the latter won out.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">They had already spoken with quite a few members of the
Society and heard the same refrain over and over again. Besides which, there
were three others also investigating. If Miss Stuart wanted an illicit
rendezvous with himâŠ<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Wrapping his arms around her, Anthony pulled her solidly
against him, taking over the kiss with fervor. Miss Stuart moaned against his
lips, squirming in his arms as his cock hardened. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Pressing her up against the door, he felt around for the
lock⊠and found the door was lacking one.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Anthony tore his mouth away from hers to check. His eyes
scanned up and down, searching for what he already knew was not there.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">âNo lock,â he said,
as Miss Stuart turned her head to see what he was looking at. She cursed low
under her breath. âNever mind. We will stay up against the door.â</span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">*******<br /><br />Get it for the special pre-order price! </span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><a href="https://amzn.to/3vzOC3y" target="_blank">Amazon</a> <a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/a-season-for-spies/id1591614504" target="_blank">Apple</a> <a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-season-for-spies-golden-angel/1140395619?ean=2940161021194" target="_blank">Nook</a> <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/a-season-for-spies" target="_blank">Kobo</a> <a href="https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=KRV_EAAAQBAJ&PAffiliateID=1l3vnbh" target="_blank">Google Play</a></span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-bridal-discipline-omnibus" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="2400" data-original-width="1600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu_OTRWRrzxgQXwA63KvSuO4xY6Iu7vKBUCO_7TOO7teCrTmqc2JXn3c39ZQ_CxaYYQskulQN9CBv6u7qSPJ1-e1fRgrlUR7BMmHXH1vNu7My6usER1QRu3Lc0i7MptmKNpdCKHsy6A68L0AsNuHPvNJl5gXqS7ozVSJVv9xtBPN4RjxNXMuhfhXVV8A/s320/Boxset-Cover-e-reader.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Kobo is having a major boxset sale this week and I have several boxsets involved in the promotion =) All of my historical romance boxsets!</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span><b style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Use BOX25 as the promo code when you check out to get the discount!</b></p><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">You can get the full Domestic Discipline Quartet - <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-domestic-discipline-quartet-1&source=gmail&ust=1661101123975000&usg=AOvVaw2VitDRbWp_eWAoiPTOQK29" href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-domestic-discipline-quartet-1" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://www.kobo.com/us/en/<wbr></wbr>ebook/the-domestic-discipline-<wbr></wbr>quartet-1</a></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">And you can choose between either two different boxsets from The Bridal Discipline series (maybe you're only missing the beginning or the end of the series, or maybe you aren't sure so you only want the first boxset.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Pride and Punishment (Philip's Rules, Undisciplined, & Gabrielle's Discipline) - <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/pride-and-punishment-6&source=gmail&ust=1661101123975000&usg=AOvVaw3UaHCbbCM8_oyvFdeJFY5O" href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/pride-and-punishment-6" style="color: #1155cc;" target="_blank">https://www.kobo.com/us/en/<wbr></wbr>ebook/pride-and-punishment-6</a></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Happy Reading!!!!!!!</div>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-88190866110012084642022-08-25T08:57:00.001-04:002022-08-25T08:57:00.219-04:00TBT - Free Historical Spanking Romance!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.books2read.com/PhilipsRules" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNerNVvMD3PflglOLfHZJB2fZMt4_vSfBwfVUYtmDKq5jUsBZjn2yuH1mTIuSIeNgQl__HzxLbrN9vpCcNoqK9yqFnHvOurxIijRwSilXnZSc79VnmDLO6czTXW37yI7oIQQdN-9Aby8wBSVNst6zwRh54L2xPMWGc9zsjG7Wb99f3wttY4NcaUc3LAQ/s320/BookBrushImage-2021-5-13-17-235.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Throwback Thursday to Philip's Rules which is now free for a limited time! <a href="http://www.books2read.com/PhilipsRules" target="_blank">CLICK HERE to download it from your favorite retailer.</a><p></p><p>When I first started writing the Bridal Discipline series I really wanted to write a different kind of spanking romance heroine - I wanted one who tried to be a good girl and was ultimately empowered by her spankings. So that's why Cordelia's punishments often happen after she's allowed others (namely her stepdaughter) to push her around due to her own insecurities.</p><p>I also wanted to have fun with a new kink, which is why she and Philip are always sneaking around and almost getting caught having sex in other people's houses during parties and balls LOL. I'm not sure what it would be called - it's sorta exhibitionist but they aren't ACTUALLY being watched. They do love the danger and the risk though.</p><p>I had so much fun writing this book and it's such a great kickoff to the series. Even as I was writing it I knew that Felix and Gabrielle would be next, and I was so excited to redeem Gabrielle.</p><p>I hope you enjoy the freebie! Happy Reading!</p>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-24173891007130805402022-08-23T09:08:00.001-04:002022-08-23T09:08:00.207-04:00Teaser Tuesday - Her Excuse is that She Wants Him<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.books2read.com/SeasonforSpies" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Qj6syUlP_OTm9P_w4C9RUzlAmkFl-M6sMZn5AnpLV726gA7bUlIcGcfASHt9twouDrfR5EmfHaDoHKNFcdcVIif3HbRQ9W34MkOmVPTv5oJJkR1po3O-9MJeoD6Wx9d7pyWVEkNyqa3Uo11L6nbJFqQbHACSbqeegJOs1QGs6qSX4Vo9fAGfvXnAPw/s320/BookBrushImage-2022-8-8-19-368.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><u><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Evie<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Bloody hell. Bloody Captain Browne. Bloody betraying body.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Because she should be resisting him, should be fighting
him, but the bloody man tipped her over his lap and her body lit up like the
fireworks at Vauxhall. She should not like this as much as she did.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">On the other hand, as long as she did like it, why deny herself
the pleasure?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">You are treading into dangerous waters.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The warning bells trilling in her head were not nearly as
strong as the demands of her body. From the moment heâd picked her up over his
shoulder and carried her off, Evie had been struggling with her desire. She
could have forced him to let her go, but she used the excuse of not wanting to
draw too much attention to them as a reason not to fight. Now she was over his
lap, and what was her excuse?<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">A rough hand ran over the sensitive skin of her bottom and
Evie had to bite back a moan.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">My excuse is that I want him to do this.</span></i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Any other man and she would have been fighting like a
hellcat, but with Captain Browne, all the things that should infuriate her made
her want to purr for him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âI said you would be allowed to <i>help</i> with the
investigation.â Captain Browne lifted his hand and brought it down hard on her
upturned arse, making Evie gasp at the hot sting of flesh meeting flesh. The
pain was brief, stoking the arousal already churning in her core. âOnly one
person can be in charge and that is me.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">His hand came down again, making Evie squirm. Was it her
imagination or was he spanking her harder than he had before? Evie closed her
eyes, trying to ignore his voice and focus on the sensations. The way her skin
tingled where heâd spanked her. The growing heat in her belly. The slick
wetness between her thighs and the pleasure that rushed through her when she
pushed her hips forward, rubbing her front against his hard thigh.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">She could feel his cock pressing into her side, so she knew
he was not unaffected by this either.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Two more swats came down on her bare bottom, one on each
cheek, and Evie did gasp as his hand landed on spots that were already smarting
from his previous smacks.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âIf you wanted to come to the Trampâs Den, you should have
told me so.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Two more swats.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âWould you shut up?â She turned to look at him over her
shoulder. âYou are <i>ruining</i> it.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Captain Browne stared back at her with bemusement, his hand
frozen in the air where it had been about to descend again.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âRuin what?â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âMy spanking! Stop <i>talking!â</i><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The utter disbelief that filled his eyes was almost
comical, and if she was not so aroused and frustrated by his incessant chatter,
she would have laughed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âThere is no point to punishing you if we do not go over
why you are being punished. You put yourself over my knee easily enough. You
know you have earned this, but-â That was enough of that, Evie shook her head,
cutting him off.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âI am not letting you spank me because I think I deserve
it.â The big oaf would think that. âI am letting you spank me because I <i>like</i>
it.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>******<br /><br /><p></p><p>Get yours for the special preorder price - <a href="http://www.books2read.com/SeasonforSpies">www.books2read.com/SeasonforSpies</a></p>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-21305791500970258002022-08-21T08:56:00.004-04:002022-08-21T09:08:19.034-04:00Scintillating Sunday - Spy Season!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.books2read.com/SpySeason" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe7qQPM0iBi-PERJpTHUl1m1flwRCDudscD9FVg02Y9EOFiesMtG80tuCeiSnffSua-En_5fIaZHsgFqBnfc0DnRvQeu4Fbh8Ce-IDvt6iiyBGexh9hBQNKxU1WVf6gurD_Oa-NQK_2w53B_-WEhho-NzD9HTtaJj9I4fkKCJ1LLuF3bbJsVJNkjIwbg/s320/BookBrushImage-2022-8-18-0-152.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Today's teaser is a little unusual cuz this book is already out and it's FREE! <a href="http://www.books2read.com/SpySeason" target="_blank">Click here to pick it up from your favorite retailer</a> =) </p><p>******</p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><u><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Evie<o:p></o:p></span></u></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The sound of wood splintering behind her, Evie shrieked,
even though sheâd been expecting it.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The sight that met the soldierâs eyes was exactly what
sheâd intendedâa gentleman and a whore, too involved in their physical pleasure
to have noticed what happening on the lower floor. They were hardly the only
ones, going by the shrieks and shouts she heard coming from the other rooms.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">For one brief moment, as sheâd felt the captainâs cock
sliding into her, sheâd actually forgotten the incoming threat, which added
verisimilitude to her performance.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Sheâd carefully staged the tableau so the soldiers got a
good glimpse of her bottom and the captainâs cock stuffed into her quim as soon
as they came through the door. She was counting on them being far more
interested in looking at <i>that</i> than at his face or the contents of the
fireplace.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The cravat was burning merrily, but the evidence remained
if one looked closely.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Evie wanted to be sure no one looked until the evidence was
gone.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Turning her head and her upper torso, she kept bouncing on
the captainâs cock as she widened her eyes at the sight of soldiers in the
door. Two of them had actually come into the room, and one of them was standing
in the hall. All three of them were watching her rise and fall, their gazes
intent on her buttocks.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">She allowed her pace to slow, sinking down on the captain
until he was fully embedded inside her, trying not to think about how good he
felt.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âWhat is it? What is happening?â<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âApologies⊠I⊠weâŠâ the young soldier in the front stammered.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âGet out. Canât you see weâre busy in here?â the captain
snarled, his hands moving from her breasts down to her hips. Evie moaned and
wriggled atop him, rising and falling slightly, though not to the degree she
had before.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The third soldier, the one in the doorway, coughed and
muttered something.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âApologies. Please, do go on.â The soldiers retreated,
pulling the door shut behind them. Only then did Evie sigh with relief, going
up on her knees.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Her eyes widened when the captainâs fingers tightened on
her hips.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âWhere do you think youâre going?â The words came out in a
low growl, far too low for anyone beyond the door to hear it, if they were even
listening.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Despite her attraction to the man, Evie narrowed her eyes.
Not even her uncle, the Spymaster to the Crown, succeeded in ordering her
about. She was not about to let a near-stranger do soâregardless of their
current⊠intimate circumstances.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âThis was to save your life.â She waved her hand between
the two of them. âNot for⊠pleasure.â<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">If she had thought of another way to divert suspicion from
him, she would have. It had seemed like a good idea at the time. Even if
someone remembered him from earlier, they would hardly suspect a man who was
balls deep in a ladybird when he was a spy who had an important meeting.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">The captainâs dark eyes were intent on hers, one eyebrow
raising as if to question her intelligence.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âAnd if they return to find we have already ended our
activities?â Before Evie could react or respond, the captain lifted his hips
up, lifting her up as well, and he rolled.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">With his greater weight and strength, not to mention his
cock still filling her, there was little Evie could do to counter him. She
ended up on her back, breathlessly staring up at him, with his hands pinning
her wrists on either side of her head. A thrill unlike any sheâd ever felt rushing
through her, she clenched around his cock as her body responded to being
overset.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Never in her lifeâŠ<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Because she would have never allowed it.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">So, why was it so
exciting when <i>he</i> overpowered her?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;">******<br /><a href="http://www.books2read.com/SpySeason" target="_blank">Click here to read the rest now!</a></span></p>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-61992626488802122712022-07-21T09:32:00.001-04:002022-07-21T09:32:07.309-04:00Free Alien Smut! (#TBT)<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://mybook.to/AlienPleasures" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYREP_SjaQjXuEGXkmUoyckzvKsp9MfdSOTS7Lj3XqV0Jyo8iInGtAfO2bCIagOfDY4ZwEFo87dpCk7dtJc3bee-qFfMEvEQYkNYu-Cz3KaNyFW9SgejNLw20GlCC9VZYYU0k0EhrL9agBS2rcC_U1LJYDd9ggbIf7yme7bqChE6UluqfLzjW8_qvaVg/s320/BookBrushImage-2022-7-6-14-3237.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Throwback Thursday to one of my alter-ego's books which is free this weekend, starting today! Because it's available in Kindle Unlimited, it's only on Amazon. You can grab your copy here - <span><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gpro0wi8 py34i1dx" href="https://l.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fmybook.to%2FAlienPleasures%3Ffbclid%3DIwAR13lq7Vnj-5QhWlu0avKPTJvJDDyuFfD8spG7bCTsPTSVpM0Xskq_HPusM&h=AT2IHG_ILV5_LPOu5xd1h3BZkkPy2MaMwq66oVPkXUxxSAvWI3DGp72sVVT_n2CY4afkp6JhqOIM7fuAK013TIVW_EENHyL6sUy7Abilej5XMbcnJTkDDLwa13qgK_L0thJZzJR5yJQ_-OkYt_rK&__tn__=-UK-R&c[0]=AT1AT4PNrqeNdWRlCjgJJX2TaGUMxt2Kr1jw06I8COY26ZT_EG1ruLc3PBY682SQdlUm-vrVvgd32HenegMnK5-N1DFuWmk3P1K_qSoJEyhUnyq1eW1YS4EDWRAMpdAx1_0ctnXDJ9as4eGUxIXwVbGLfaT6Z7gIl3cKDB0_Fr9Jkg_asVTIJBD6Gqtj-AxwYHpp8A-OvqJD8BSdTgkPoKMT" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" tabindex="0" target="_blank">mybook.to/AlienPleasures</a></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">This story actually started out on Literotica back when I was writing for them. I really just had some wild ideas for alien peen and wanted to write all of them, but didn't want to write a whole series for each alien... but I had also found that I preferred to write a longer story rather than a bunch of standalones.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">My genius solution: put the heroine in a space brothel.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">ALL THE ALIEN PEEN!</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">It was not actually supposed to have a romance but of course my brain took it that way anyway by the end. Which I enjoyed, so it was fine <span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu"><img alt="đ" height="16" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/taa/1.5/16/1f603.png" width="16" /></span> I know my brain does that lol.</div></div><p><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"></span></p><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I had a GREAT time writing all the alien peen I wanted (and some of them got WEIRD) and then adding in a dash of romance for a HEA. If you want a book that's basically pure alien smut... here ya go LOL</div></div>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-37844971803106646332022-07-12T09:44:00.001-04:002022-07-12T09:44:00.225-04:00Teaser Tuesday - First Look at A Season for Spies!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFISnd09sjmelGn1K-MHSRUT2da7enEIRlSjkDa9I6U5NdpD1aC-b3PanMJGfbXCKM4GoFIaqsdlnNL8Xj3xuICJKIdVlZtQPQuLe-WGaYg2CTZQLGT1QUW0hnO-qabQrD--U4APD-4W99qouCjYT2jFzXOqyMZiZzgi6WlAcCgAhKOOE0TEdxY7m3mw/s1200/BookBrushImage926.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFISnd09sjmelGn1K-MHSRUT2da7enEIRlSjkDa9I6U5NdpD1aC-b3PanMJGfbXCKM4GoFIaqsdlnNL8Xj3xuICJKIdVlZtQPQuLe-WGaYg2CTZQLGT1QUW0hnO-qabQrD--U4APD-4W99qouCjYT2jFzXOqyMZiZzgi6WlAcCgAhKOOE0TEdxY7m3mw/s320/BookBrushImage926.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Last week I finished writing the first draft of A Season for Spies!!!!! I flove how this book came out. Evie and Anthony were so different from what I thought they'd be and they far exceeded my expectations. I'm just gonna go ahead and say it - this might be the best book I've ever written. I am SO excited for it to come out in a few months.</p><p>And here's your first sneak peek!</p><p>******</p><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><span><b>Prologue â Two Years Earlier</b></span></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><span><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><span><i><span><u>Evie</u></span></i></span></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><span><i><span><u><br /></u></span></i></span></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âSomeone
tried to assassinate the Duke of York?â Evie burst into her uncleâs
office, no longer content to listen at the keyhole as her eldest cousin
reported in. Though her uncle was the Crownâs spymaster and all three of
her cousins assisted him in one capacity or another, all four of the
men were dedicated to keeping her out of the âmenâs businessâ.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Despite
the fact that she had survived the streets of London on her own when
she was a mere child and had proven her usefulness over and over again
since her uncle had found her and taken her in. She wanted to be part of
the family business too, and since she did not consider herself a
âladyâ of the <span><i>ton</i></span>, she did not particularly care if such things werenât fit for ladies. High society did not fit her.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Uncle Oliver groaned, rubbing his forehead with his hand.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âI thought you were in your room resting.â</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Evie
narrowed her eyes at him. She was very aware he would have been happier
leaving her out, she did not need him to say it out loud.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âI
was. Then I saw Elijah return home in a hurry from my window and I
wanted to know what the problem was.â Evie kicked the door shut behind
her and crossed her arms over her chest, lifting her chin defiantly. âIf
there has been an assassination attempt on such an important personage,
you are going to need all the help you can get.â</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âIt
is too dangerous,â Elijah said immediately, raking his hand through his
dark hair. Like father like son, Uncle Oliver and her cousin were cut
from the same cloth, though the grey in her uncleâs hair made their age
difference clear. âThe Duke was nearly killed.â</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âAs
if I have never been in dangerous situations before,â Evie retorted,
rolling her eyes. âNeed I remind you how helpful I was in France?â Sheâd
spent two years there during the way and had done just as much work as
any of her uncleâs operatives. Even saved one of them from capture when
heâd been set up in a trap, though she pushed that memory away
immediately.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">She did not need her thoughts distracted by <span><i>him.</i></span></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><span><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âYou
were very helpful, even if you were not supposed to be in Denmark at
the time,â Uncle Oliver said through gritted teeth. He was honest to a
fault, even when he did not want to admit the truth. Telling her that
she had not been helpful, when she had provided him with information
that none of his other operatives had been able to suss out, was beyond
him no matter how much he wished he could.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Evie smiled thinly.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âThen
let me help now. I can be even more helpful here than I was in France.â
After all, England was her home. She should be able to do more in
familiar territory than unfamiliar.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">The
two men exchanged a glance and Evieâs jaw locked into place. Stubborn
fools. They were going to deny her again! When would they learn? As
determined as they were to keep her safely tucked away in the manner
they thought best, she was even more determined to live her own life on
her terms. To make her own choices.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Though
she would never bring public or societal shame to her family, not after
Uncle Oliver had rescued her, no one ever knew of her extracurricular
activities anyway. No lord or lady would believe their eyes even if they
did see her in one of her myriad disguises â not that they ever looked.
Especially among their social set. The <span><i>ton</i></span> was so
convinced of its own importance, they rarely paid attention to anyone
who wasnât on their level, often to their own detriment.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âIf we need you, we will certainly call on you,â her Uncle Oliver said carefully.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Truthful
to a fault. In his opinion, they never needed her, so he was not
telling a lie, but Evie knew she would not be included in this escapade.
Regardless of her work in France, which had assuredly been far more
dangerous.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Unfortunately,
the one witness to her most brilliant rescue had no idea who she was,
nor did she want him to. And, considering that sheâd met him in a
brothel, it was not a rescue sheâd been able to take the claim for to
her uncle. Despite the result, she knew it would not help her cause.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Bloody daft men.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âI
see,â she said. Because she did see. Attuned to her tone of voice, both
her uncle and cousin were still watching her warily, ready for the
outburst. Evie was tired of the fighting though. France had been much
more productive after sheâd slipped her âleash,â the companion her uncle
had sent with her, and taken matters into her own hands.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">She would learn from that lesson and apply it here.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Nose in the air, she turned on her heel and yanked the door open.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âThank
goodness. Browne should be here any moment,â Elijah muttered, likely
under the impression that she either could not hear him or was so upset
as to not be paying attention. He must have forget that she had
unusually excellent hearing.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Evieâs
back stiffened as she slammed the door shut behind her. Hopefully the
two men would think she was in a snit and not give her another thought.
Especially when they had such important matters to deal with.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">She
needed to clear out before Captain Browne arrived. The operative had
never met her as Lady Eveline Stuart and she intended to keep it that
way. If he recognized her, it would be utter disaster.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">******</span></div><p><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" dir="auto"></span></p><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Get it for the special preorder price! - <span><a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gpro0wi8 py34i1dx" href="http://www.books2read.com/SeasonforSpies?fbclid=IwAR0fVnF5xkfLpnai9c7r8WLAygCP3RIj77xlMGpZsEpsmN31iVz2HaP6xrU" rel="nofollow noopener" role="link" tabindex="0" target="_blank">www.books2read.com/SeasonforSpies</a></span></span></div>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-44156374669213212772022-07-07T09:41:00.001-04:002022-07-07T09:41:00.227-04:00Throwback Thursday to Master Chef!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMdSnoaGnOtagFSbPcvtQ43rUPx0BuMFsp2GRcpAsDu20R_Miw02rUPQ0lwrmP4PjmwWRm3ypqS8_IP_OA3PFppjZKEgQGcKu0GIQKdxA0Ss8O39m1KSd0MRoi9A18Ur44V_1MjTExc0u3xmpYQzfqemaQRk274RzgX9VYXunW8-kA3Llc14cqlQHnqw/s1080/BookBrushImage-2021-11-15-11-1331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMdSnoaGnOtagFSbPcvtQ43rUPx0BuMFsp2GRcpAsDu20R_Miw02rUPQ0lwrmP4PjmwWRm3ypqS8_IP_OA3PFppjZKEgQGcKu0GIQKdxA0Ss8O39m1KSd0MRoi9A18Ur44V_1MjTExc0u3xmpYQzfqemaQRk274RzgX9VYXunW8-kA3Llc14cqlQHnqw/s320/BookBrushImage-2021-11-15-11-1331.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Thowback Thursday to <a href="http://www.books2read.com/MasterChef" target="_blank">Master Chef</a>!!!!</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">When I first introduced Avery and Nick in <a href="http://www.books2read.com/TemptingtheDomme" target="_blank">Tempting the Domme</a>, I did not know whether or not they would be getting a book. At the time I wasn't sure if I would be continuing stories past the Stronghold Doms series, although I was starting to think that I might.</div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">Once I knew that I would be writing the Masters of Marquis, I also knew that Nick and Avery would be perfect for a story I'd been wanting to write for a while - Inexperienced Dom and Experienced Sub. Since we didn't know much about Avery but we did know that Nick had a lot of misconceptions about kink, they were PERFECT! </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I wanted to show more of the classes from the POV of the student rather than the teacher (though Olivia had been so much fun to do with that) and I also wanted to play with how experience plays out when it's the submissive who has more of it. It's not that Avery meant to top from the bottom exactly... but the scene where Nick finally takes full control was definitely one of my favorites.</div></div><p><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"></span></p><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I also had a lot of fun with the kitchen stuff in general - I was a server for a decade and hubby worked various positions in restaurants for about fifteen years, so there were plenty of fun things to draw on. And if any of you are Tamora Pierce fans... I hope you enjoyed my little side story with the servers. <span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu"><img alt="đ" height="16" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/taa/1.5/16/1f603.png" width="16" /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu"><br /></span></div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"><span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu">And, of course, I got to re-introduce Iris which I was super excited about and add her to the little girl gang I have growing, and show off a little bit more of Master Law to get them prepped for <a href="http://www.books2read.com/LawDisorder" target="_blank">Law & Disorder</a>!</span></div></div>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-63307429075117452462022-06-22T09:24:00.002-04:002022-06-22T09:24:19.473-04:00I Can't Believe It's Been 10 Years!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv89cHTLB_cgu8y7smJlt4EWIUHcYga5lmFkOgpOLNVcv5dPr8CZ1CsQIAiczX5kssMnIk55_pfl9VWvDRO2D32Et9RdzDtEkLHBTQgknf9tA--rbH5iOF_oSPaSE0e55TmFgqVDcUXNMzFR5hjOCOVqLlNuuUfMlubtmY75Wv8J5csPPW6L1NaSVUXA/s1200/BookBrushImage-2022-6-21-9-4742.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv89cHTLB_cgu8y7smJlt4EWIUHcYga5lmFkOgpOLNVcv5dPr8CZ1CsQIAiczX5kssMnIk55_pfl9VWvDRO2D32Et9RdzDtEkLHBTQgknf9tA--rbH5iOF_oSPaSE0e55TmFgqVDcUXNMzFR5hjOCOVqLlNuuUfMlubtmY75Wv8J5csPPW6L1NaSVUXA/s320/BookBrushImage-2022-6-21-9-4742.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>aaaaaaaaaah check out that homemade cover LMAO. Yesterday was my 10 Year Authorversary.</p><div class="" dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_b7"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto">I still cannot believe that:</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto">1. Itâs been 10 years</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">2. That I am a full time author now</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">3. That I am a USA today bestselling author with multiple books that have been bestsellers on Barnes & Noble, Apple, and Kobo as well as hitting the top 100 on Amazon.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">4. The number of authors I used to think it would be SO COOL to meet one day that I now call my friend</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">5. That Iâve written for 2 out of 3 of the multi-author series that I dreamed of being a part of! 1001 Nights is the last one I have to try and get into LOL.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">6. That Tamora Pierce knows my name. I still shout that at random intervals. Just because it brings me joy.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto">Along with over 50 indie books, I've also published 2 books with <a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gpro0wi8 q66pz984 b1v8xokw" href="https://www.facebook.com/CleisPress.Page/?__cft__[0]=AZUnC5H5hbo4feE2jJDN1D_nY7Ahc4ifkMAU9LQnIjwnKsPaYuQhf01Ol7SIvDQJULdxnnmv1Q6OL6v3izhSDQiIQRDvfDCa11ScJEEXBwvvi8cVXB9wRvrkEtSnkRZifAzd6Em6U9AJozoslUtiOjXnBw4UmJy_5Z7cBzkyP5l8yhL-Algh_Ayr4YGlX93fsu0&__tn__=kK-R" role="link" tabindex="0"><span class="nc684nl6">Cleis Press</span></a> thanks to my amazing agent Myrsini.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto">This has been an absolutely insane, wonderful, and humbling journey, helped out by SO MANY people that Iâve met along the way. I am incredibly honored at the number of phenomenal authors that I am lucky enough to know and call my friend. I feel so lucky to have such an amazing, supportive family who all know what I do and cheer me on, and IRL friends who do the same and are happy to be my emotional support people when I have to do an in-person event.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto">Iâve also been blessed in the people I work with, my PA <a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gpro0wi8 q66pz984 b1v8xokw" href="https://www.facebook.com/renee.brooks.3979?__cft__[0]=AZUnC5H5hbo4feE2jJDN1D_nY7Ahc4ifkMAU9LQnIjwnKsPaYuQhf01Ol7SIvDQJULdxnnmv1Q6OL6v3izhSDQiIQRDvfDCa11ScJEEXBwvvi8cVXB9wRvrkEtSnkRZifAzd6Em6U9AJozoslUtiOjXnBw4UmJy_5Z7cBzkyP5l8yhL-Algh_Ayr4YGlX93fsu0&__tn__=-]K-R" role="link" tabindex="0"><span class="nc684nl6">Renee Brooks</span></a>, my âwork wifeâ <a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gpro0wi8 q66pz984 b1v8xokw" href="https://www.facebook.com/ellewoodsveronica?__cft__[0]=AZUnC5H5hbo4feE2jJDN1D_nY7Ahc4ifkMAU9LQnIjwnKsPaYuQhf01Ol7SIvDQJULdxnnmv1Q6OL6v3izhSDQiIQRDvfDCa11ScJEEXBwvvi8cVXB9wRvrkEtSnkRZifAzd6Em6U9AJozoslUtiOjXnBw4UmJy_5Z7cBzkyP5l8yhL-Algh_Ayr4YGlX93fsu0&__tn__=-]K-R" role="link" tabindex="0"><span class="nc684nl6">Veronica Adams</span></a> from L Woods PR, and this year Iâve also started working with <a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gpro0wi8 q66pz984 b1v8xokw" href="https://www.facebook.com/kikireadhear?__cft__[0]=AZUnC5H5hbo4feE2jJDN1D_nY7Ahc4ifkMAU9LQnIjwnKsPaYuQhf01Ol7SIvDQJULdxnnmv1Q6OL6v3izhSDQiIQRDvfDCa11ScJEEXBwvvi8cVXB9wRvrkEtSnkRZifAzd6Em6U9AJozoslUtiOjXnBw4UmJy_5Z7cBzkyP5l8yhL-Algh_Ayr4YGlX93fsu0&__tn__=-]K-R" role="link" tabindex="0"><span class="nc684nl6">Kiki</span></a> and <a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gpro0wi8 q66pz984 b1v8xokw" href="https://www.facebook.com/jillmac912?__cft__[0]=AZUnC5H5hbo4feE2jJDN1D_nY7Ahc4ifkMAU9LQnIjwnKsPaYuQhf01Ol7SIvDQJULdxnnmv1Q6OL6v3izhSDQiIQRDvfDCa11ScJEEXBwvvi8cVXB9wRvrkEtSnkRZifAzd6Em6U9AJozoslUtiOjXnBw4UmJy_5Z7cBzkyP5l8yhL-Algh_Ayr4YGlX93fsu0&__tn__=-]K-R" role="link" tabindex="0"><span class="nc684nl6">Jill</span></a> from Next Step PR (I never thought I'd have one set of people I'm working with much less two!). Iâm part of the Dirty Daddies Party Room, Historical Harlots, and Club Risque admin teams, thanks to the amazing authors who included me and have helped me grow in that way.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto">Iâm also incredibly lucky to have an amazing team of Alpha readers â Candida, Marie, Marta, Annie, Karen, Nick, and Katherine. Their contributions to my books have made such a huge difference, always for the better. And of course, without Katherine, who knows if I would have started publishing at all?! </div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto">I could not do this job without the support of my husband, who still calls me âmeal ticketâ but then does an incredible amount of unseen work for me that makes my life so much easier and allows me to focus my attention on the creative portion of my job.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">I'm also blessed in my readers. So many who are willing to be on my ARC team or leave me reviews regardless, who share my posts on social media, who talk up my books, and who get excited with me over things like this!</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto">This journey has been so much more than I could have imagined when I first started publishing 10 years ago and I canât wait to see what the next 10 years hold!</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto">Thank you all SO much</div></div></span></div></div></div></div>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-66357729600428428882022-06-14T09:30:00.001-04:002022-06-14T09:30:00.225-04:00Teaser Tuesday - the Watch Dom<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.books2read.com/LawDisorder" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkCPZMOzOJbyKKMOyasj7t5EANEHqbF_5P_7gGSlYoAw7QcDxjk_aAXPiWTT_MhijZ02LQ-Sy3z30QISRxoochTPlIWit5QXO7zbiavPryE0LBs-WGgoGK8mKzMuMg7Yh5LSTi2_FxS5hK_nrjzq8e6vFsA07aRY-ZiLlKJmImo5qadcXj_EMeEySglA/s320/L&D_Teaser_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âStill drooling over Master Law?â Rae elbowed her in the
side. Dressed in a pink and green tutu, which matched the two green braids amid
the many long brown braids, and a pink bra, she looked as if she could be on
her way to a rave right now. The bright neon colors were gorgeous against her
brown skin, and Iris had a moment of stark envy. Neon colors like that always
washed her out.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âI am not drooling,â she responded indignantly. As if she
would ever drool over a man. Salted caramel butter bars, sure. Men? No. Not
even Jason Momoa. âI am lusting from afar on my completely inappropriate crush,
with no drool involved.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">Even as she joked, a niggle in her stomach made her squirm
uncomfortably. While she might joke about it, she wondered if there was more
beneath it than she wanted to admit. Like, yeah, she had a little crush.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">It had turned out Law wasnât the unreasonable hardass heâd
made himself out to be. When sheâd put in the effort, he actually noticed.
Praised her for it, even. It might be sad that something so little could make
any kind of impact on her, but it did.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">While he might have called her âtroubleâ a month ago in
Patrickâs office, heâd been willing to let his perception change once he saw
her trying. That was really rare in her world.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âHe is hot,â Avery said, glancing over. âI donât usually go
for bald guys, but he pulls it off.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âYeah, he does,â Domi joined in, causing Mitch to frown.
âHeâs like a sexy Filipino Mr. Clean, but with facial hair.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âHey, Iâm right here. I can hear you.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">Giggling, Domi tipped her head back at her boyfriend with
his full head of blond hair.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âThatâs what you get for insisting on coming to ladiesâ
night.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âNick will be here when heâs done for the night,â Avery
said encouragingly, patting Mitch on the shoulder. He looked as though he was
considering going all Dom on Domiâs ass. It kept her on her toes that he could
flip a switch, just like that, and suddenly, her bratty mouth was in trouble.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">On the other hand, Iris had a feeling Domi liked to provoke
it. She might look like a pixie, so petite and cute with a riot of dark brown
curls, but she was a total brat when she wanted to be.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">She exchanged a look with Rae, the other single in their
group. They were happy for Domi and Avery, but Iris felt a bit of envy. She
wasnât sure she would find what they had here at Stronghold. Even though she
and Andrew had agreed to come on opposite nights when they wanted to scene, his
friends were still always around. While she got that he didnât want her to go
to clubs where she might not be as safe as she was at Stronghold, it was almost
too safe at Stronghold.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">Being a sub for the Dominance class had been nice because
it had been at Marquis, and she hadnât been around her big brotherâs friends,
who had a bad habit of coming over to talk to her when she was in discussions
with a prospective Dom. Except they didnât really come over to talk to her.
They came over to talk to the Dom who had approached her, and it wasnât as
though they were trying to chase him off, but thatâs what ended up happening
every time.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">It was a little demoralizing.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">Raeâs problem was she totally had a thing for Mitchâs
friend Brian but wasnât willing to admit it. Brian was one hundred percent a
Daddy Dom, and Rae insisted she had no interest in a Daddy Dom, even if she
dressed like a baby girl whenever she was at the club. It was too bad because
Iris thought theyâd make a good couple, but it wasnât her business.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âAre you two crazy kids planning on playing tonight?â she
asked Mitch, distracting him from his contemplation of whether or not to Dom
out on Domi.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âYes.â He tugged one of Domiâs curls, pulling it down and
letting it go, so it sprang back into place. âIâve reserved one of the rooms,
but she doesnât know which one yet.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âItâs the interrogation room,â Domi said, a little smile
curving one side of her lips.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âItâs important to maintain an aura of mystery to keep the
relationship interesting,â Mitch said a little louder, acting like he hadnât
heard her.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âItâs the interrogation room.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">Mitch got a little louder.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âWhich is why I make sure to regularly surprise Domi.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âItâs still the interrogation room.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âAre you two going to the interrogation room tonight?â A
smiling face appeared behind Avery but not NickâBrian quickly followed by
Mitchâs friends, Kincaid and Zach, who were holding hands. Though Iris noticed
Zach glanced over at the Lounge area, where Amy was sitting and chatting with
her friends Caroline and Morgan.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âNo.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âYes.â Domi grinned when Mitch grabbed a fistful of her
hair, bending her head back so she was forced to look up at him. The move also
made her breasts move within her corset.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âItâs not the interrogation room, little brat, and youâd
better watch it, or youâre going to get more than you bargained for tonight.â
The threat was made with a growl.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">Rae and Iris sighed simultaneously. That was hot.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-75878800637909283042022-06-07T09:30:00.002-04:002022-06-07T09:37:23.802-04:00Spy Season is Here!<div><br /></div><div><div class="" dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_h6"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto">Dear Readers who've supported our Sunflower Season charity anthology to raise money for Ukraine, AMAZON LOST YOUR PRE-ORDER! <span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu"><img alt="đȘ" height="16" referrerpolicy="origin-when-cross-origin" src="https://static.xx.fbcdn.net/images/emoji.php/v9/t16/1.5/16/1f62a.png" width="16" /></span></div><div dir="auto"><span class="pq6dq46d tbxw36s4 knj5qynh kvgmc6g5 ditlmg2l oygrvhab nvdbi5me sf5mxxl7 gl3lb2sf hhz5lgdu"><br /></span></div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto">If you've pre-ordered the set via the Kindle store, that order has been cancelled by <a class="oajrlxb2 g5ia77u1 qu0x051f esr5mh6w e9989ue4 r7d6kgcz rq0escxv nhd2j8a9 nc684nl6 p7hjln8o kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x jb3vyjys rz4wbd8a qt6c0cv9 a8nywdso i1ao9s8h esuyzwwr f1sip0of lzcic4wl gpro0wi8 q66pz984 b1v8xokw" href="https://www.facebook.com/Amazon/?__cft__[0]=AZWrml32mcuyQHgmg9BoKywonbUQ4hHI3efV4wBOi1biXqJMWlhyyTF05H2clCxCQhjUY9z8hdQOrOb_JnHxAqTXtKOR3ojJXxf-mG8BOCBeGoVPLhxgclDvvpJt5cGq154BDmXWWuJTw5hparutX4NzgNTBVv2AJ-A_2DbuB9f8y-xLzlvfFe4gHHI7gDCSdAo&__tn__=kK-R" role="link" tabindex="0"><span class="nc684nl6">Amazon.com</span></a> and won't be fulfilled or charged. 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One of the awful things about war is that it drags on, not for days or weeks, but for months and sometimes even years.<div><br /></div><div>Which meant that authors were able to put together anthologies for Ukraine knowing that when the books released, when the royalties came in, there would still be that need for relief. That children and people would still be in danger and suffering.</div><div><br /></div><div>And that's part of why I'm so glad to announce the release of <a href="http://www.books2read.com/Sunflower-Season-for-Ukraine" target="_blank">Sunflower Season</a>. Over 70 historical romance authors came together for this effort, because we wanted to help and we knew there would still be a need.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wrote a whole new story for it, a prequel story to <a href="http://www.books2read.com/SeasonforSpies" target="_blank">A Season for Spies</a> which will be releasing later this year. If you want to know more about Evie & Anthony's past, you do not want to miss out on Spy Season, which is exclusively available as part of <a href="http://www.books2read.com/Sunflower-Season-for-Ukraine" target="_blank">Sunflower Season</a>. Their story and so many other wonderful books and stories have been made available and all proceeds will benefit Ukraine relief.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.books2read.com/Sunflower-Season-for-Ukraine" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikRbzpdLSYGtaaC6hi-nBowvYN5Q2kSN5Fewex45mVeNoKWCLswi7smEKMrFUp2wj9C3JhAEerjBARgdD78ElGFRGTxadRt8HK2c_JkIcUGWFB26oXulM2idscbzYgYMPgL7A0L4WF9-1S-u71dpod1pv2hUiN5S0oIQeB1tm6JFzm0cBHEcZZ-7GvsQ/s320/GA_SpySeason_SunflowerSeason_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-4862102336586868092022-05-31T09:46:00.001-04:002022-05-31T09:46:00.230-04:00Teaser Tuesday - Law & Disorder<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.books2read.com/LawDisorder" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6dh7ATkG5uTnYvLCkTSXKO2atoM8otf4ERTaYoLY9qX8goJyJ8d0llEWe9M_Kf83HRFSxIGQCCNhnKvkEZXpGrQl5wK11R1IJHqKilPM6ocpa9yAlDaAZcYoD3RqSkkfAt9Fg8KNlOA-DgugjNMLqAAWQvgwIoUdlGTWz6wJxFJdI8sAXuVUSH1RxEQ/s320/L&D_POB.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p>Another Teaser for Law & Disorder! I can't believe it's only a few weeks away!</p><p>******</p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><u><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">Iris</span></u></i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âHeâs staring at your ass,â Amy whispered to her.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âHe is not.â Iris straightened and glanced over her
shoulder. Her Watch Dom was saying hello to Master Asad, not looking at her
ass. She looked back at Amy, scowling, and the blonde spread her hands wide.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âHe was looking, I swear. He watches you a lot when you
donât realize.â Amyâs smile was mischievous.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">If she was someone else, Iris might not have believed her,
but Amy was nice, even if most of her friends werenât. Iris tried not to judge
Amy by her friends since she was hardly one to talk. Besides, she was pretty
sure Amyâs niceness was exactly how sheâd gotten caught up in that particular
group of Stronghold subsâshe was too nice to break away from them.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">Iris snorted.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âThatâs because heâs sure the second he takes his eye off
me, Iâll get into trouble.â Something flipped in her stomachâshe really didnât
want to get into trouble.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">Every night, at the end of her shift, when sheâd done a
good job, Master Law told her sheâd been a good girl in that gruff way of his.
Sure, heâd said it almost suspiciously the first few nights, but now he just
said it, and every time it happened, it was the best moment of her day.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">There had only been a few days when sheâd missed the mark.
Though when heâd threatened to spank her for pouring a drink out on Chadâs lap,
it hadnât been her worst moment.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">The worst day had been when sheâd mouthed off to her
brotherâwhoâd deliberately been a dickâand Master Law had just shaken his head
and looked away. No âgood girlâ that day. No praise. No reaction.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">Iris was willing to be very, very good if it meant avoiding
another day like that.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âYouâve barely gotten into trouble all month,â Amy replied,
shaking her head. âBy now, he should know he doesnât need to worry about that. The
only times you do something are when itâs deserved.â<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">Warmth filled Irisâ chest, and she smiled. It was nice to
have that acknowledged. Why was it so much easier for women to notice her
effort and praise her? Master Law was the only one who seemed to notice out of
the Doms. Her brother sure as hell didnât. Heâd spent his whole life only
paying attention to her when she was affecting him, which hadnât changed now
that they were adults.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âIâm trying. Only a few more days and Iâm free of my Watch
Dom.â Oddly, she would miss it. Sheâd been pissed when sheâd realized Patrick
had assigned Master Law to keep an eye on her, but with every âgood girlâ sheâd
received, she was a lot less mad about it.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">What was she going to do when it was gone?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">Oh, go cry about it, why donât you?</span></i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">Yeah, melancholy was not her normal state.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âWho are you hanging out with tonight?â she asked Amy.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âMorganâs coming by soon, and I think Zach might be in
later, but I donât know if heâll be available to scene.â Though Amyâs
expression didnât change, there was something in her voice whenever she said
Zachâs name. She was still wearing another manâs ring on her finger, and she
was devoted to her fiancĂ©. Irisâ understanding was Amy only scened platonically
because her fiancĂ© was completely vanilla but knew about her kink and was âunderstanding.â<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">They werenât polygamous, so that was one <i>really</i>
understanding guy, or he didnât care about Amy. Iris hoped it was the latter
because she was pretty sure Zach was in love with Amy, and he was a nice guy. He
also had a boyfriend, who didnât mind that Zach and Amy scened together, and
Kincaid was definitely completely in love with Zach.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">Kink was very complicated sometimes.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%;">âGreat, well, Iâll be right back with your drink.â She gave
Amy a smile and straightened. Back to work.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
<span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 110%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-fareast;">She
had a âgood girlâ to earn by the end of the night.</span></p><p>******</p><p>Preorder now:</p><p><a href="https://amzn.to/3LBvV4E" target="_blank">Amazon</a></p><p><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/law-and-disorder/id1586678058" target="_blank">Apple</a></p><p><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/law-and-disorder-20" target="_blank">Kobo</a></p><p><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/law-and-disorder-golden-angel/1140181793?ean=2940162237327" target="_blank">Barnes & Noble</a></p><p><a href="http://www.books2read.com/LawDisorder" target="_blank">All Retailers</a></p>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-14429606320885263602022-05-24T09:26:00.001-04:002022-05-24T09:26:00.241-04:00Teaser Tuesday - Spy Season<p> For the upcoming Sunflower Season anthology, 70+ historical romance authors have contributed stories and all proceeds will be donate to Ukraine relief. My story, Spy Season, is going to be part of the anthology and it gives us a gimpse at Evie and Anthony's much-hinted at mysterious past (my Deception & Discipline series just in case you haven't read them =) </p><p>Here's a little sneak peek at Spy Season:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.books2read.com/Sunflower-Season-for-Ukraine" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="628" data-original-width="1200" height="167" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisJhvYufbD7f2fkl1N__TbWArjWiMD2WStU1w2256SiubKYnXheWj8eoPQWio-8pTVW3reEwtWgthfr-XgNWid9vE9sniEkwg_WeObktPec7FAo-2moIhLSydW45i08OHY08cKWv1t886y4p8FMYqYevTnqNScZfNtXW_yxfh1DPAXRLT7OlDWw-QA-w/s320/BookBrushImage-2022-5-16-12-4249.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><u><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Anthony</span></u></i><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Feeling the beautyâs resistance fade as she submitted to
him, a carnal desire, unlike any Anthony had ever known, filled him. She was
like an unbroken horse, a purebred, and well worth the time it took to tame
her. While he had often indulged in games of control and domination and
submission, heâd never been particularly drawn to the women who were a
challenge.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">But this woman? She was challenge incarnate, and mastering
her felt far more satisfying than he would have believed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">With their tongues tangled, he thrust his hips with long,
slow movements. Her heels dug into the small of his back, encouraging him,
spurring him forward, as did her passionate response to his kiss. When he felt
her hesitate, he pressed forward, impaling her with his cock and rubbing his
groin against hers to stimulate the little button of pleasure located at the
apex of her womanhood.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">She shuddered, her hips thrusting up to meet him, rubbing
even more firmly against him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Anthony released her lips and moved his mouth back down
over her neck. Her gasp as he nipped at her tender flesh, biting down only a
little, and the way she clenched around him, drove him onward.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âOh!â She writhed beneath him, her hands pressing against
his as if she was trying to move them to touch him, but he kept them pressed
down, enjoying the feel of her struggling against him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Pushing her hands above her head, he moved them together,
so he could hold down both wrists with one hand. Her eyes popped open, and she
glared up at him, but the confliction in her gaze was clear. While she very
much liked what he was doing to her, she didnât want to like itâhe didnât know
which excited him even more.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Normally, Anthony preferred women who wanted to submit, who
let him take control easily and without objection. This wildcat was nothing
like that, yet he found the difference to be wildly arousing rather than
putting him off.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He thrust in deep again, leaning in to use his weight to
pin her to the bed.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âTell me you want me.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âYou would like that, wouldnât you?â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">Anthony laughed. She really was challenge incarnate.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âOf course I would, which is why I said it. Now, if you
want me to fuck you, tell me.â<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">He rotated his hips, grinding his pubis against hers, and
she shuddered, hips lifting. He stopped, and she mewled in protest, her
eyelashes fluttering before she glared up at him again. Grinning, Anthony
dipped his head and nipped her collarbone. She gasped, and clenched around him.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">âTell me, minx, and Iâll make you scream with pleasure.â
Lifting his head, he stared down at her, and she glared up at him as her jaw
worked. The fury in her gaze at being denied was as hot as her passion.<o:p></o:p></span></p>*****<p></p><p>Preorder your copy now!*</p><p><a href="https://amzn.to/3Nl6Xro" target="_blank">Amazon</a></p><p><a href="https://books.apple.com/us/book/sunflower-season/id1616339819" target="_blank">Apple</a></p><p><a href="https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sunflower-season-sabrina-jeffries/1141292297?ean=2940166239617" target="_blank">Nook</a></p><p><a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/sunflower-season" target="_blank">Kobo</a></p><p><a href="https://books2read.com/Sunflower-Season-for-Ukraine/" target="_blank">All Other Retailers</a></p><p><br /></p><p>*not yet available on Google Play, but it will be!</p>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-33059528160620216632022-05-19T09:31:00.001-04:002022-05-19T09:31:00.197-04:00Throwback Thursday to The Venus School<p> <span data-offset-key="6tb8h-0-0">TBT! - <a href="http://books2read.com/u/m2vKXj" target="_blank">The Venus School</a> </span><span class="diy96o5h" end="28" start="24">#tbt</span></p><div data-contents="true"><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="1p899-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="1p899-0-0"><span data-offset-key="1p899-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="75hh-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="75hh-0-0"><span data-offset-key="75hh-0-0">So, when I threw it back to Forced Bet I talked about how I always forget that it was my first book... that's because I always think that The Venus School was my first book! </span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="4j94s-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="4j94s-0-0"><span data-offset-key="4j94s-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="46d7j-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="46d7j-0-0"><span data-offset-key="46d7j-0-0">Like <a href="http://www.books2read.com/ForcedBet">Forced Bet</a>, The Venus School was originally a Literotica story and there were some very invested readers (*cough* </span><span class="diy96o5h" data-offset-key="46d7j-1-0" end="137" spellcheck="false" start="119">Katherine Anderson</span><span data-offset-key="46d7j-2-0"> *cough*) who were commenting on every chapter of the story and then when it when it was done I received several emails asking me if I could turn it into a book so they could own it. Just in case something ever happened to the website or something. And I said, sure, let me look into this self-publishing thing...</span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="38lth-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="38lth-0-0"><span data-offset-key="38lth-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="c492t-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="c492t-0-0"><span data-offset-key="c492t-0-0">And then for some reason I released Forced Bet first lol. But The Venus School came out only a month after. Then everything just kind of kept rolling along and here we are.</span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="83fcl-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="83fcl-0-0"><span data-offset-key="83fcl-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="15bnk-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="15bnk-0-0"><span data-offset-key="15bnk-0-0">This story was inspired by an amazing book called The Madame X School of Sex (unfortunately no longer available for purchase anywhere that I can find). In Madame X, a boss finds out that his assistant is going to the school and he's inflamed with jealousy. He used to be an instructor there, so he pulls a favor and returns to claim her.</span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="4b7to-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="4b7to-0-0"><span data-offset-key="4b7to-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="3p039-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="3p039-0-0"><span data-offset-key="3p039-0-0">The book was hot AF. My only problem with it was that the heroine only made it to ONE class before he claimed her and it was a massage class! Where, of course, he was the one giving her a massage. Super hot, sure, but I had been SO excited to read about all the sex classes!</span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="ftij5-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="ftij5-0-0"><span data-offset-key="ftij5-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="5789o-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="5789o-0-0"><span data-offset-key="5789o-0-0">Since I had already started writing on Literotica I realized, hey, I started writing for the website so that I could write the things I wanted to read and I really want to read about the classes, so why not make my own school of sex? And I can make it a love triangle so that she's not going to get claimed too soon!</span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="5utr6-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="5utr6-0-0"><span data-offset-key="5utr6-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="ch9pa-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="ch9pa-0-0"><span data-offset-key="ch9pa-0-0">Because, it being me, I still wanted that HEA.</span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="rihp-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="rihp-0-0"><span data-offset-key="rihp-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="edf0e-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="edf0e-0-0"><span data-offset-key="edf0e-0-0">So I started writing and posting each chapter to the website, and watched as Team Justin and Team Chris formed in the comments. At the time, I didn't know who Jessica was going to choose, I was just enjoying writing the story. Then, this one commenter kept popping up (*cough* </span><span class="diy96o5h" data-offset-key="edf0e-1-0" end="295" spellcheck="false" start="277">Katherine Anderson</span><span data-offset-key="edf0e-2-0"> *cough*) who begged me not to make her choose.</span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="30h1k-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="30h1k-0-0"><span data-offset-key="30h1k-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="6deq9-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="6deq9-0-0"><span data-offset-key="6deq9-0-0">My brain went whaaaaaaaat?</span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="88odr-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="88odr-0-0"><span data-offset-key="88odr-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="3f2um-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="3f2um-0-0"><span data-offset-key="3f2um-0-0">But around that time, purely by chance, I also started reading </span><span class="ms7hmo2b m9osqain" data-offset-key="3f2um-1-0" end="73" spellcheck="false" start="63">Lexi Blake</span><span data-offset-key="3f2um-2-0"> and </span><span class="ms7hmo2b m9osqain" data-offset-key="3f2um-3-0" end="90" spellcheck="false" start="78">Shayla Black</span><span data-offset-key="3f2um-4-0">'s Masters of Menage series which had heroines getting their HEAs with not one, not two, but THREE heroes. And I realized oh... she doesn't have to choose.</span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="6el8c-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="6el8c-0-0"><span data-offset-key="6el8c-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="8dr88-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="8dr88-0-0"><span data-offset-key="8dr88-0-0">The series on the website actually had three endings. One for Team Justin, one for Team Chris, and one for the readers who had started rooting for Team Both. When I got the emails asking for a book version, I was like you know... I could easily keep this story going past the school.</span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="2868g-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="2868g-0-0"><span data-offset-key="2868g-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="btem9-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="btem9-0-0"><span data-offset-key="btem9-0-0">After reading Masters of Menage I had moved on to </span><span class="ms7hmo2b m9osqain" data-offset-key="btem9-1-0" end="67" spellcheck="false" start="50">Bianca Sommerland</span><span data-offset-key="btem9-2-0">'s Dartmouth Cobras series and I loved the drama in her books around the heroine having more than one partner. That felt very real life to me and I wanted to explore it for Justine, Chris, and Jessica. Also I had moved on to reading Lexi Blake's Masters and Mercenaries series, </span><span class="diy96o5h" data-offset-key="btem9-3-0" end="361" spellcheck="false" start="345">Kallypso Masters</span><span data-offset-key="btem9-4-0">' Masters at Arms series and </span><span class="ms7hmo2b m9osqain" data-offset-key="btem9-5-0" end="406" spellcheck="false" start="390">Cherise Sinclair</span><span data-offset-key="btem9-6-0">'s Shadowlands series and the idea of a BDSM club had gotten stuck in my head, as well as a bunch of new characters.</span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="fa5af-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="fa5af-0-0"><span data-offset-key="fa5af-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="qv77-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="qv77-0-0"><span data-offset-key="qv77-0-0">I wanted to connected the club and characters I had in my head to Justin, Jessica, and Chris. Because Justin and Chris needed friends and Olivia was growing in my head already as well. Plus I wanted someone for Hilary.</span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="47r0t-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="47r0t-0-0"><span data-offset-key="47r0t-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="1vof2-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="1vof2-0-0"><span data-offset-key="1vof2-0-0">So I published the book and changed the ending so that things could continue after they got home, which I felt was the more realistic ending anyway lol.</span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="2acmv-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="2acmv-0-0"><span data-offset-key="2acmv-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="c13gr-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="c13gr-0-0"><span data-offset-key="c13gr-0-0">The cover has been through a few incarnations over the years and it'll probably go through another change eventually, though I love my lingerie covers lol.</span></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="c13gr-0-0"><span data-offset-key="c13gr-0-0"><br /></span></div><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="c13gr-0-0"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://books2read.com/u/m2vKXj" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="1200" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkO_cd3xkM3xpTgxfh4AwXXkEjmtFsNaQTE5IquQAT_bEOiQanhwcN2GccnujXV4V_v7zDfSsuQO80e4w_fI4rZ4oTDan5PV7hvzzdgHbqVEIqckGvUh8LhuEJgmG9kAjp9WI3hx2GD3mJTZp2aAwW3RF3tIsy71PWY4ksQfq3AMHKCkT9KBhI4v9xrw/s320/BN%20Venus%20School.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><span data-offset-key="c13gr-0-0"><br /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="242ri-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="242ri-0-0"><span data-offset-key="242ri-0-0"><br data-text="true" /></span></div></div><div class="bi6gxh9e" data-block="true" data-editor="a7rh6" data-offset-key="fc68s-0-0"><div class="_1mf _1mj" data-offset-key="fc68s-0-0"><span data-offset-key="fc68s-0-0">If you haven't picked up <a href="http://books2read.com/u/m2vKXj" target="_blank">The Venus School</a> yet... this first book is still 90% smut since it was originally on an erotic@ website lol. There's a smidge of plot. Most of the plot starts in the second book though.</span></div></div></div>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6217074073557732596.post-71755688896969549072022-05-17T09:30:00.001-04:002022-05-17T09:30:00.233-04:00Teaser Tuesday: Disorder<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.books2read.com/LawDisorder" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" data-original-height="1080" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzqyj3R852CNnoBGCILTAjIqrz-GusWVB1GijZvByFTmKIhU0V0J3iCtKsBNkUyTyTF9XXFq6SWvqlH9VdUEZWcMDoeaGdqX6gZBbsI7mtUuDE1uwA7GNJWzyekgKwgA-zAxZ1z6Q7CVJytVG0zGp8Y6Dju8UXLE0myuoE5AEEaod14Io3Z5DWnYstg/s320/Law%20&%20Disorder%20Coming%20soon.png" width="320" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Here's a little tease from Law & Disorder which releases on June 21st! <a href="http://www.books2read.com/LawDisorder">CLICK HERE to grab your copy</a> for the special preorder price =)<p></p><p><br /></p><p>******</p><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><span><i><span><u>Iris</u></span></i></span></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><span><i><span><u><br /></u></span></i></span></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><span><i>Hello again, consequences of my own actions⊠how I loathe thee.</i></span></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><span><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Slumped
in the chair in front of Master Patrickâs desk, arms crossed over her
chest, Iris felt like she was in high school, sitting in the principalâs
office all over again. Sheâd spent an awful lot of time there as a
teenager, and she didnât like it any better now that she was an adult.
Schoolgirl role play was probably never going to be her fantasy for that
reason alone.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Though,
the fact that she had absolutely no attraction to Master Patrick might
have something to do with it. But she did have an absolutely unwanted
attraction for the man standing next to him, scowling like he was her
11th grade history teacher and sheâd just thrown a spitball at him. Why
she found Master Law so hot when he could be such an uptight prick, she
had no idea, but he made her tingle in all the right places even when he
was lecturing her.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">And man, did he lecture her a lot.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Which
was also her own fault, since sheâd been volun-told to be a submissive
for the Dominance 101 class. It was supposed to remind her of all the
things sheâd learned in her Subbie 101 class. The upside was sheâd met
some new friends. The downside was that sheâd been reminded on a weekly
basis just how attracted she was to Master Law, who only noticed her
when she was acting up. Though, that did seem to be her lot in life⊠men
who only cared about her behavior when she wasnât behaving.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âIris,
I thought we talked about this.â Master Patrick â she made the point of
thinking about him with his honorific when she was at Stronghold, and
not as her big brotherâs friend Patrick â ran his hand over his bald
head, rubbing the back the way he did when he was extra annoyed but
trying to be calm. âYou cannot interrupt peopleâs scenes, even if you
donât like whatâs going on in them.â</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âIâm
sorry,â she muttered. She really was sorry, this time. The Dom hadnât
deserved the way sheâd yelled at him. Humiliation kink was not her
thing, but she shouldnât have interrupted the scene. She got it. And she
really hated having to have it rubbed in her face that sheâd done the
wrong thing with the best of intentions.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Again.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">She
was never going to like humiliation kink, but next time sheâd remember
to look and make sure the submissive really wasnât okay with it before
she jumped in. Probably.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âIf
you were anyone else, weâd be having a discussion about kicking you out
right now.â Master Patrickâs gaze met hers and Iris sat up straight in
her chair. He wouldnât⊠would he? âThe fact is, I have been far too
lenient with you because youâre Andrewâs little sister.â</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âYou arenât going to actually kick me out, are you?â she asked worriedly, and she saw his gaze soften.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Others
might look at the kink club owner and find him intimidating â
considering he was well over six feet tall and built like a linebacker,
plus the scar that ran down his face thanks to a childhood incident
involving his best friend and some swords â but Iris knew he was a teddy
bear. It didnât hurt that his submissive, Lexie, had a soft spot for
Iris, but Lexie wasnât here right now and she couldnât help but wonder
if that was deliberate.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Behind
Patrickâs chair, Master Law shifted his stance slightly, but she didnât
look at him. If she saw hope on his face it was going to crush her. It
wasnât that Iris wanted to be bad or that she didnât want to be liked,
it was just something that kept happening. And Mr. Burly, Brooding, and
Hot really got under her skin.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âIâm
not kicking you out,â Patrick said, and Iris sagged back down with
relief. Patrick raised his eyebrow at her. âBut youâre running close to
your last chance, no matter who your brother is.â</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Yeah,
that was bullshit and they both knew it. Andrew would throw a fit if
she was kicked out and ended up going to some of the other local clubs,
where he wouldnât know whether or not she was safe. For that matter, she
was pretty sure Lexie would throw a fit.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">But
the fact that he was willing to say it meant he was down to his last
nerve with her, and the last thing she wanted to do was cause an issue
between her brother and one of his friends. Andrew already thought she
was a fuckup of massive proportions, no matter how hard sheâd tried to
clean up her act, she didnât need to give him more ammunition.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âOkay, so what now?â she asked, pressing her fingers together nervously in her lap.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Master
Patrick leaned forward, holding eye contact with her. His dark face was
serious, without a hint of humor or his hidden teddy bear interior. If
he wanted to make her nervous, he was doing a good job.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âYouâre
going to spend the next month as a server at Stronghold. For free. You
will not be allowed to scene. While you are there, you will spend one
hour of every shift watching scenes in the Dungeon and taking notes on
what is happening in the scene and how the submissive is reacting. Not
how <span><i>you</i></span> are reacting, how the submissive is.â Master Patrickâs lip quirked slightly when she made a face, but she didnât protest.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">The âpunishmentâ was more than fair, and it fit the crime, as it was.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">If
Iris had paid more attention to how the submissive was reacting to the
name calling from her Dom, rather than just hearing the words and seeing
tears, she might not have jumped in. Because the submissive had been
way more embarrassed by Iris interrupting the scene than she had been by
being insulted.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âYes, Sir,â she said, nodding.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âYou
will not interrupt any more scenes. If you do see a submissive in
distress, you will get a Dungeon Monitor. And you will listen to and
respect all of the dominants in the club.â There wasnât any discernible
change in Master Patrickâs voice or his demeanor, but suddenly he was
very much <span><i>Master</i></span> Patrick and Iris felt herself sitting up straighter without thinking about it. Some Doms could have that effect.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âYes, Sir.â</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âNow
get out while I have a discussion with Master Law.â Patrick waved his
hand at her, the switch flipping back off again as soon as it had
flipped on.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âThank
you, Sir.â Iris bounced to her feet and booked it to the door before he
could change his mind. Unfortunately, she wasnât fast enough to outrun
the sound of Master Lawâs furious exclamation as the door to Patrickâs
office started to swing shut.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">âAre you serious, Patrick? That girl is nothing but trouble.â</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Iris
winced, pressing her lips together against the emotion that suddenly
welled in her chest. It wasnât like the first time sheâd heard someone
say that. It wasnât even the hundredth.</span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id"><br /></span></div><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">So why did it hurt so much more to hear Master Law say it?</span></div><p><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id" dir="auto"></span></p><div class="bi6gxh9e"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id">Her mood, which had been a lot lighter after she realized Patrick wasnât going to kick her out or go to her brother, plummeted.</span></div>Goldeniangelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09929993797333679857noreply@blogger.com0