Free Alien Smut! (#TBT)

 

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 - mybook.to/AlienPleasures

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.

My genius solution: put the heroine in a space brothel.

ALL THE ALIEN PEEN!

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 I know my brain does that lol.

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

Teaser Tuesday - First Look at A Season for Spies!

 

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.

And here's your first sneak peek!

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Prologue – Two Years Earlier

Evie

“Someone tried to assassinate the Duke of York?” Evie burst into her uncle’s office, no longer content to listen at the keyhole as her eldest cousin reported in. Though her uncle was the Crown’s 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 ‘men’s business’.

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 ‘lady’ of the ton, she did not particularly care if such things weren’t fit for ladies. High society did not fit her.

Uncle Oliver groaned, rubbing his forehead with his hand.

“I thought you were in your room resting.”

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.

“I was. Then I saw Elijah return home in a hurry from my window and I wanted to know what the problem was.” Evie kicked the door shut behind her and crossed her arms over her chest, lifting her chin defiantly. “If there has been an assassination attempt on such an important personage, you are going to need all the help you can get.”

“It is too dangerous,” 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 uncle’s hair made their age difference clear. “The Duke was nearly killed.”

“As if I have never been in dangerous situations before,” Evie retorted, rolling her eyes. “Need I remind you how helpful I was in France?” She’d spent two years there during the way and had done just as much work as any of her uncle’s operatives. Even saved one of them from capture when he’d been set up in a trap, though she pushed that memory away immediately.

She did not need her thoughts distracted by him.

“You were very helpful, even if you were not supposed to be in Denmark at the time,” 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.

Evie smiled thinly.

“Then let me help now. I can be even more helpful here than I was in France.” After all, England was her home. She should be able to do more in familiar territory than unfamiliar.

The two men exchanged a glance and Evie’s 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.

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 – not that they ever looked. Especially among their social set. The ton was so convinced of its own importance, they rarely paid attention to anyone who wasn’t on their level, often to their own detriment.

“If we need you, we will certainly call on you,” her Uncle Oliver said carefully.

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.

Unfortunately, the one witness to her most brilliant rescue had no idea who she was, nor did she want him to. And, considering that she’d met him in a brothel, it was not a rescue she’d been able to take the claim for to her uncle. Despite the result, she knew it would not help her cause.

Bloody daft men.

“I see,” 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 she’d slipped her ‘leash,’ the companion her uncle had sent with her, and taken matters into her own hands.

She would learn from that lesson and apply it here.

Nose in the air, she turned on her heel and yanked the door open.

“Thank goodness. Browne should be here any moment,” 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.

Evie’s 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.

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.

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Throwback Thursday to Master Chef!

 

Thowback Thursday to Master Chef!!!!

When I first introduced Avery and Nick in Tempting the Domme, 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.

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!

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.

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.

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 Law & Disorder!

I Can't Believe It's Been 10 Years!

 

aaaaaaaaaah check out that homemade cover LMAO. Yesterday was my 10 Year Authorversary.

I still cannot believe that:

1. It’s been 10 years

2. That I am a full time author now

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.

4. The number of authors I used to think it would be SO COOL to meet one day that I now call my friend

5. That I’ve 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.

6. That Tamora Pierce knows my name. I still shout that at random intervals. Just because it brings me joy.

Along with over 50 indie books, I've also published 2 books with Cleis Press thanks to my amazing agent Myrsini.

This has been an absolutely insane, wonderful, and humbling journey, helped out by SO MANY people that I’ve 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.

I’ve also been blessed in the people I work with, my PA Renee Brooks, my ‘work wife’ Veronica Adams from L Woods PR, and this year I’ve also started working with Kiki and Jill from Next Step PR (I never thought I'd have one set of people I'm working with much less two!). I’m 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.

I’m also incredibly lucky to have an amazing team of Alpha readers – 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?!

I could not do this job without the support of my husband, who still calls me ‘meal ticket’ 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.

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!

This journey has been so much more than I could have imagined when I first started publishing 10 years ago and I can’t wait to see what the next 10 years hold!

Thank you all SO much

Teaser Tuesday - the Watch Dom

 

“Still drooling over Master Law?” 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.

“I am not drooling,” she responded indignantly. As if she would ever drool over a man. Salted caramel butter bars, sure. Men? No. Not even Jason Momoa. “I am lusting from afar on my completely inappropriate crush, with no drool involved.”

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.

It had turned out Law wasn’t the unreasonable hardass he’d made himself out to be. When she’d 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.

While he might have called her ‘trouble’ a month ago in Patrick’s office, he’d been willing to let his perception change once he saw her trying. That was really rare in her world.

“He is hot,” Avery said, glancing over. “I don’t usually go for bald guys, but he pulls it off.”

“Yeah, he does,” Domi joined in, causing Mitch to frown. “He’s like a sexy Filipino Mr. Clean, but with facial hair.”

“Hey, I’m right here. I can hear you.”

Giggling, Domi tipped her head back at her boyfriend with his full head of blond hair.

“That’s what you get for insisting on coming to ladies’ night.”

“Nick will be here when he’s done for the night,” Avery said encouragingly, patting Mitch on the shoulder. He looked as though he was considering going all Dom on Domi’s ass. It kept her on her toes that he could flip a switch, just like that, and suddenly, her bratty mouth was in trouble.

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.

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 wasn’t 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 didn’t 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.

Being a sub for the Dominance class had been nice because it had been at Marquis, and she hadn’t been around her big brother’s friends, who had a bad habit of coming over to talk to her when she was in discussions with a prospective Dom. Except they didn’t really come over to talk to her. They came over to talk to the Dom who had approached her, and it wasn’t as though they were trying to chase him off, but that’s what ended up happening every time.

It was a little demoralizing.

Rae’s problem was she totally had a thing for Mitch’s friend Brian but wasn’t 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 they’d make a good couple, but it wasn’t her business.

“Are you two crazy kids planning on playing tonight?” she asked Mitch, distracting him from his contemplation of whether or not to Dom out on Domi.

“Yes.” He tugged one of Domi’s curls, pulling it down and letting it go, so it sprang back into place. “I’ve reserved one of the rooms, but she doesn’t know which one yet.”

“It’s the interrogation room,” Domi said, a little smile curving one side of her lips.

“It’s important to maintain an aura of mystery to keep the relationship interesting,” Mitch said a little louder, acting like he hadn’t heard her.

“It’s the interrogation room.”

Mitch got a little louder.

“Which is why I make sure to regularly surprise Domi.”

“It’s still the interrogation room.”

“Are you two going to the interrogation room tonight?” A smiling face appeared behind Avery but not Nick—Brian quickly followed by Mitch’s 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.

“No.”

“Yes.” 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.

“It’s not the interrogation room, little brat, and you’d better watch it, or you’re going to get more than you bargained for tonight.” The threat was made with a growl.

Rae and Iris sighed simultaneously. That was hot.

Spy Season is Here!

Dear Readers who've supported our Sunflower Season charity anthology to raise money for Ukraine, AMAZON LOST YOUR PRE-ORDER!

If you've pre-ordered the set via the Kindle store, that order has been cancelled by Amazon.com and won't be fulfilled or charged. We're working to get it back up again, but even if we do it won't be the original book / preorder link so you'll need to re-order.

It's awful - and none of the 70+ authors involved, including me, can believe it either.

Amazon made a mistake, and can't (or won't) rectify it.

So $20,000 of generous reader donations to charities for Ukraine have been LOST.

If you'd still like to support charities in Ukraine and read 70+ historical romances now, we'd really appreciate your help.

You can purchase the set from other reputable e-book retailers (links are below) - and just a reminder that if you have any kind of apple device, you can get it through Apple Books on that device!

Thank you again for all of your generosity.

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Heres the original blog post that was supposed to go up today:

When the news broke about Ukraine, and the continued stories of the awfulness that the people there have been subjected to as war rolls through their country and civilians are deliberately targeted, I know that so much of Romancelandia wanted to know what they could do to help. One of the awful things about war is that it drags on, not for days or weeks, but for months and sometimes even years.

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.

And that's part of why I'm so glad to announce the release of Sunflower Season. Over 70 historical romance authors came together for this effort, because we wanted to help and we knew there would still be a need.

I wrote a whole new story for it, a prequel story to A Season for Spies 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 Sunflower Season. Their story and so many other wonderful books and stories have been made available and all proceeds will benefit Ukraine relief.

Teaser Tuesday - Law & Disorder

 

Another Teaser for Law & Disorder! I can't believe it's only a few weeks away!

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Iris

“He’s staring at your ass,” Amy whispered to her.

“He is not.” 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.

“He was looking, I swear. He watches you a lot when you don’t realize.” Amy’s smile was mischievous.

If she was someone else, Iris might not have believed her, but Amy was nice, even if most of her friends weren’t. Iris tried not to judge Amy by her friends since she was hardly one to talk. Besides, she was pretty sure Amy’s niceness was exactly how she’d gotten caught up in that particular group of Stronghold subs—she was too nice to break away from them.

Iris snorted.

“That’s because he’s sure the second he takes his eye off me, I’ll get into trouble.” Something flipped in her stomach—she really didn’t want to get into trouble.

Every night, at the end of her shift, when she’d done a good job, Master Law told her she’d been a good girl in that gruff way of his. Sure, he’d 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.

There had only been a few days when she’d missed the mark. Though when he’d threatened to spank her for pouring a drink out on Chad’s lap, it hadn’t been her worst moment.

The worst day had been when she’d mouthed off to her brother—who’d deliberately been a dick—and Master Law had just shaken his head and looked away. No ‘good girl’ that day. No praise. No reaction.

Iris was willing to be very, very good if it meant avoiding another day like that.

“You’ve barely gotten into trouble all month,” Amy replied, shaking her head. “By now, he should know he doesn’t need to worry about that. The only times you do something are when it’s deserved.”

Warmth filled Iris’ 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 didn’t. He’d spent his whole life only paying attention to her when she was affecting him, which hadn’t changed now that they were adults.

“I’m trying. Only a few more days and I’m free of my Watch Dom.” Oddly, she would miss it. She’d been pissed when she’d realized Patrick had assigned Master Law to keep an eye on her, but with every ‘good girl’ she’d received, she was a lot less mad about it.

What was she going to do when it was gone?

Oh, go cry about it, why don’t you?

Yeah, melancholy was not her normal state.

“Who are you hanging out with tonight?” she asked Amy.

“Morgan’s coming by soon, and I think Zach might be in later, but I don’t know if he’ll be available to scene.” Though Amy’s expression didn’t change, there was something in her voice whenever she said Zach’s name. She was still wearing another man’s ring on her finger, and she was devoted to her fiancé. Iris’ understanding was Amy only scened platonically because her fiancé was completely vanilla but knew about her kink and was ‘understanding.’

They weren’t polygamous, so that was one really understanding guy, or he didn’t 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 didn’t mind that Zach and Amy scened together, and Kincaid was definitely completely in love with Zach.

Kink was very complicated sometimes.

“Great, well, I’ll be right back with your drink.” She gave Amy a smile and straightened. Back to work.

She had a ‘good girl’ to earn by the end of the night.

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