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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Teaser Tuesday - Spy Season

 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 =) 

Here's a little sneak peek at Spy Season:

Anthony

Feeling the beauty’s 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, he’d never been particularly drawn to the women who were a challenge.

But this woman? She was challenge incarnate, and mastering her felt far more satisfying than he would have believed.

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.

She shuddered, her hips thrusting up to meet him, rubbing even more firmly against him.

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.

“Oh!” 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.

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 didn’t want to like it—he didn’t know which excited him even more.

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.

He thrust in deep again, leaning in to use his weight to pin her to the bed.

“Tell me you want me.”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Anthony laughed. She really was challenge incarnate.

“Of course I would, which is why I said it. Now, if you want me to fuck you, tell me.”

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.

“Tell me, minx, and I’ll make you scream with pleasure.” 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.

*****

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Throwback Thursday to The Venus School

 TBT! - The Venus School #tbt

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!

Like Forced Bet, The Venus School was originally a Literotica story and there were some very invested readers (*cough* Katherine Anderson *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...

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.

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.

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!

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!

Because, it being me, I still wanted that HEA.

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* Katherine Anderson *cough*) who begged me not to make her choose.

My brain went whaaaaaaaat?

But around that time, purely by chance, I also started reading Lexi Blake and Shayla Black'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.

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.

After reading Masters of Menage I had moved on to Bianca Sommerland'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, Kallypso Masters' Masters at Arms series and Cherise Sinclair's Shadowlands series and the idea of a BDSM club had gotten stuck in my head, as well as a bunch of new characters.

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.

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.

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.

If you haven't picked up The Venus School 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.

Teaser Tuesday: Disorder

 

Here's a little tease from Law & Disorder which releases on June 21st! CLICK HERE to grab your copy for the special preorder price =)

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Iris

Hello again, consequences of my own actions… how I loathe thee.

Slumped in the chair in front of Master Patrick’s desk, arms crossed over her chest, Iris felt like she was in high school, sitting in the principal’s office all over again. She’d spent an awful lot of time there as a teenager, and she didn’t 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.

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 she’d 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.

And man, did he lecture her a lot.

Which was also her own fault, since she’d been volun-told to be a submissive for the Dominance 101 class. It was supposed to remind her of all the things she’d learned in her Subbie 101 class. The upside was she’d met some new friends. The downside was that she’d 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 wasn’t behaving.

“Iris, I thought we talked about this.” Master Patrick – she made the point of thinking about him with his honorific when she was at Stronghold, and not as her big brother’s friend Patrick – ran his hand over his bald head, rubbing the back the way he did when he was extra annoyed but trying to be calm. “You cannot interrupt people’s scenes, even if you don’t like what’s going on in them.”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered. She really was sorry, this time. The Dom hadn’t deserved the way she’d yelled at him. Humiliation kink was not her thing, but she shouldn’t have interrupted the scene. She got it. And she really hated having to have it rubbed in her face that she’d done the wrong thing with the best of intentions.

Again.

She was never going to like humiliation kink, but next time she’d remember to look and make sure the submissive really wasn’t okay with it before she jumped in. Probably.

“If you were anyone else, we’d be having a discussion about kicking you out right now.” Master Patrick’s gaze met hers and Iris sat up straight in her chair. He wouldn’t… would he? “The fact is, I have been far too lenient with you because you’re Andrew’s little sister.”

“You aren’t going to actually kick me out, are you?” she asked worriedly, and she saw his gaze soften.

Others might look at the kink club owner and find him intimidating – 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 – but Iris knew he was a teddy bear. It didn’t hurt that his submissive, Lexie, had a soft spot for Iris, but Lexie wasn’t here right now and she couldn’t help but wonder if that was deliberate.

Behind Patrick’s chair, Master Law shifted his stance slightly, but she didn’t look at him. If she saw hope on his face it was going to crush her. It wasn’t that Iris wanted to be bad or that she didn’t want to be liked, it was just something that kept happening. And Mr. Burly, Brooding, and Hot really got under her skin.

“I’m not kicking you out,” Patrick said, and Iris sagged back down with relief. Patrick raised his eyebrow at her. “But you’re running close to your last chance, no matter who your brother is.”

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 wouldn’t know whether or not she was safe. For that matter, she was pretty sure Lexie would throw a fit.

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 she’d tried to clean up her act, she didn’t need to give him more ammunition.

“Okay, so what now?” she asked, pressing her fingers together nervously in her lap.

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.

“You’re 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 you are reacting, how the submissive is.” Master Patrick’s lip quirked slightly when she made a face, but she didn’t protest.

The ‘punishment’ was more than fair, and it fit the crime, as it was.

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.

“Yes, Sir,” she said, nodding.

“You 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.” There wasn’t any discernible change in Master Patrick’s voice or his demeanor, but suddenly he was very much Master Patrick and Iris felt herself sitting up straighter without thinking about it. Some Doms could have that effect.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now get out while I have a discussion with Master Law.” Patrick waved his hand at her, the switch flipping back off again as soon as it had flipped on.

“Thank you, Sir.” Iris bounced to her feet and booked it to the door before he could change his mind. Unfortunately, she wasn’t fast enough to outrun the sound of Master Law’s furious exclamation as the door to Patrick’s office started to swing shut.

“Are you serious, Patrick? That girl is nothing but trouble.”

Iris winced, pressing her lips together against the emotion that suddenly welled in her chest. It wasn’t like the first time she’d heard someone say that. It wasn’t even the hundredth.

So why did it hurt so much more to hear Master Law say it?

Her mood, which had been a lot lighter after she realized Patrick wasn’t going to kick her out or go to her brother, plummeted.

TBT - Forced Bet is now FREE!

#TBT - Did you know that Forced Bet is the first book I ever self-published? So it was also the first book cover I ever made LOL. Check that thing out!

One of my readers contacted me at some point and asked if she could help me with my covers. She was a graphic designer and she did the amazing green cover. 

In 2020 I finally updated from that cover to the current classy lady.

I actually always forget that Forced Bet was published before The Venus School, I tend to think it was the other way around, but I recently checked and NOPE! It was Forced Bet!

The story was originally written for Literotica because I wanted to have a story about a heroine being blackmailed into doing all sorts of filthy things. It was never supposed to be a romance. When I was writing for Literotica so many people were disappointed that it didn't end with a happily-ever-after that I ended up writing a follow-up story to turn it into a romance.

When I did the re-write, I turned all of that into the Poker Loser Trilogy but with a lot more updates and changes. The last book of the Trilogy is so different from what I originally wrote for the website that I don't think it's even recognizable at this point. The first book still has a lot in common with the original story.

Since we're coming up on the 10th Anniversary of Forced Bet's release next month (which means the 10th Anniversary of me being a writer!) I've made Forced Bet into a freebie  CLICK HERE to grab your copy asap!

Since it's my oldest book, the writing is a little rougher, the plot is a little more shallow, and the characters take a little longer to really develop, but I hope you all enjoy!

Oops, April Didn't Happen - A Ramble

 So I didn't update this blog at all in April.

Oops.

Lots of things were going on. I was coming to crunch time on finishing Law & Disorder and getting it to the editor, A Season for Smugglers release was coming up... and then the toddler brought home COVID from school.

It ended up being a bit of a month.

Thankfully, we had the 'mild' cases (which sucked balls, btw), but it definitely did a number on my brain and on my writing speed, which put Law & Disorder even further behind. Thankfully, I managed to finish it anyway and now I've moved on to working on Taco Daddy.

Yeah. You read that right.

And I'm world building.

He's not only a part of Chef Daddy's world, there's also a Cheese Daddy (who will appear in the Dirty Daddies Spring Anthology next year) and a Plant Daddy.

And all three of these new daddies go to the Outlands. That's right! More glimpses of the characters from Dungeons & Doms as well =D 

I'm super excited about all of it.

In the meantime, we're enjoying the nicer weather of spring. Little Fuss is THRILLED to be able to run around outside and eat dinner on our back porch. Sometimes she still asks to go 'home,' by which she means our old house, but it's less and less. Getting COVID kicked it off again but that was the first time in a while that she had asked for that and I think it was just because she was feeling SO sick, poor baby.

I'm continuing to celebrate book releases by putting together my dream office. For A Season for Smugglers, I redid the clothing closet in my office to be a supply closet.

It mkes me really happy. Especially since everything that you can see in the closet there was originally sitting in a corner of the room. *shudder* The disorganization and clutter was starting to get to me. I'm not sure what I'm going to get next. I think it's either going to be a bookshelf (to go in the corner where all that clutter was) or a filing cabinet.

And these are the things I get excited about as an adult... LOL. 

Alrighty, time for me to get back to work, but I'm going to try to keep the blog up better this month! <3