Blurb for Demonically Shadowed (Tess & Kipp Book Two)

As promised, here is the blurb for Demonically Shadowed. Up until last night, I had no idea how the story would all play out, but my muse was ready, and she mapped out every chapter. I must admit there are a few twists and turns in here that I totally didn’t expect. I had a plan for how book two would start and end, but of course, my muse stepped in and put a stop to that. I’ll tell you this, I am dying to write this story. I suspect along the way my muse is going to throw even more surprises at me!

Demonically Shadowed ~ Frostbite Book Two

Tess Jennings, now a member of the Memphis Police Department, is on her first cold case. The suspected suicide of Lizbeth Knapp forty years ago, isn’t a theory her family accepts—they believe she was murdered.

But the case is only one of Tess’s worries. Ghosts are talking and word of her abilities rapidly spreads. A dark spirit has them scared, and they want her to force the ghost to crossover.

Tess, though, doesn’t have to do this alone. Not only does she have her lover, Kipp McGowen—a ghost—but the department has brought in a medium. Dane Wolfe might answer all her questions, but he also brings a world of trouble. Will Tess finally have all she’s ever wanted, or will everything she’s vowed to protect be ripped away?

It’s been a strange few months…

Today, I hit the halfway mark in revisions on WITCHES BE DAZZLED, and I gotta admit I’m thrilled to be here. Not only because it means I’m nearing the end of revisions, which those of you who know me have heard a thousand times that it’s my least favorite thing about the writing process, but also because it means I’m that much closer to a release date.

It’s been an odd few months for me. I’ve always thought of myself as an urban fantasy romance author, and because of all the book deals lately, which I’m overjoyed about, all of my urban fantasy novels are disappearing. My book page on my website is stuffed full of erotic romance. And I’ll tell you, for me, that’s so strange!

Almost all of the novellas that are available now, I wrote in between writing my urban fantasy novels. I write them because it allows me to just have fun! Not worry so much about the mystery, all the twists and turns that happen, or any of the kick-ass action and danger. It lets me focus on pure character development and well…sex.

To say that I’ve been feeling a little strange would be a huge understatement. When Stolen Dreams vanished from world, then The Magical Sword series, An Warrior’s Witch, and Tainted Blood, too, I felt a bit…empty. I miss these books. I have been, and always will be, a true lover of urban fantasy. It’s my favorite genre to read, and it’s by far, what I’m most passionate to write.

So, as I make my way through revisions on the stories that started it all for me, I’m so excited to see them get wrapped up. It’s an amazing thing to revisits these books, take what I’ve learned since I first got published, and apply it to Nexi’s stories. I always had big dreams for these books, and the fact that I’ve been given the chance to see the stories deepen and really shine, makes me so blissfully happy. But at the same time, I’m seriously bouncing on the edge of my seat and counting down the days until not only Magic & Mayhem series releases, but also Tess and Kipp’s story, Supernaturally Kissed.

For all of those readers who’ve contacted me, showing their eagerness to see these stories back out in the world, just know that I’m right there with you…waiting and hoping the months go by quickly!

Update on Tess & Kipp Book Two!

First, I’d like to thank everyone for their patience. I know that you all have been waiting–a while now–for the next Tess & Kipp book to come out. I really appreciate your support, and all your emails wondering about the series, but of course, time is a factor. I do, though, have some updates on the Frostbite series. So here we go:

I’ve decided on a new title – Demonically Shadowed.

This is a tentative title. As always, it could change along the way, but right now, I’m going with it! I’m just wrapping up revisions on WITCHES BE DAZZLED, and in a couple weeks, plan to get a blurb together to show you what you can all expect to see in book two. So keep an eye out for that.

The plan at this point is to write the second book in the month of November. I hope, fingers crossed, that I have the final draft ready and submitted to my editor by the end of December.We are just finishing edits on the new version of Stolen Dreams called Supernaturally Kissed, which has been part of the delay for me writing the next book. I’m really excited for you all to see the new book. It’s got some great changes, and Tess & Kipp have never been better!

So, if all goes well, I’m hopeful for a release date early next year on book two!


Happy Six Sentence Sunday! This week I’m returning to WEREWOLVES BE DAMNED – Magic & Mayhem Book One (Entangled Publishing – April 2012). Put together a woman who takes crap from no one, add in three very protective guardians, and what you get is one very pissed off woman!

Three males were deciding my life as if I wasn’t even there or that my opinion didn’t matter. I yelled something close to an obscenity and they all jerked their heads toward me.“I’ve had it! Stop deciding my life for me. If any of you do it once more, I’m going to rip your dicks right off your bodies and shove ‘em in a place you don’t even want to think about. Do you understand me?”

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Win an ARC of Shadowed Soul!!

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Four months have passed since Ellie’s heart was broken by her cheating boyfriend, Gerrid. Sick of mourning, she sets out in search of one thing, a man to make her forget. Madame Eve, a matchmaker out of Las Vegas, arranges for Ellie to meet just the man at Nocturnal Nightclub in Miami. Bryce is not only sexy as sin, but full of mystery. He does things no man should be capable of. Ellie might question his fast speed, cold hands, and even the way he bites at her skin―if he wasn’t so determined to awaken the part of her that’s been buried by lies.

Days have passed since Bryce’s last feeding and his vampire hungers demand to be sated. But feeding is not his only intention. Ellie seeks to be a different woman, to gain power for herself, and Bryce plans to push her to discover it. To show her she can do things she never thought possible and force her to see the strength she yearns for already lives inside of her.

Ellie will have to choose, expose all of herself, or remain hidden in the dark shadows. But Bryce will have to make a choice of his own—let her go or keep Ellie forever?

~*~

EXCERPT (*warning-18 and over only*):

Broken heart. Endless tears. Ellie was sick of mourning the loss of her last asshole boyfriend, Gerrid, who stomped on her heart because the word faithful didn’t hold any meaning in his vocabulary.

“All you need to do is purr and you’re a total sex kitten,” Kenna said. “That date of yours is going to get a hard-on the second he sees you.”

Her best friend was smokin’ herself. With her blue eyes and blonde hair—dressed in a short, plaid shirt and white blouse tied up to show her mid-section, she looked like a typical Barbie. “A school girl?”

“Don’t knock it,” Kenna retorted. “This outfit has gotten me laid a few times over.”

Commitment never appealed to Kenna, but she wasn’t a slut either. More of a playgirl―she loved the benefits of the single life and lived it to the fullest. Ellie tried to think the same way. Once she’d loved and loved hard. Now, she’d given up on the idea and hoped to walk in Kenna’s shoes. “You ready to go?”

Kenna grabbed onto her own breasts and squeezed them. “Ready.”

Ellie headed to the front door, laughing. She owned the luxurious condo not because of her job at Transatlantic Bank as a financial advisor. It paid well enough, but she purchased the house from the funds of her father’s estate five years ago.

At the front door, she stepped outside and the steamy Miami summer night caused her skin to flush. A month ago, she’d enlisted the services of Madame Eve, who owned the matchmaking service 1Night Stand. She didn’t want to find the man of her dreams, simply wanted a one-night stand to leave a lasting impression on her body.

After locking the door, she glanced over at Kenna. “Thanks for coming along—I might be after some action, but in case he’s a creep, you’re my escape route.”

Kenna chuckled. “Look at you, Miss Nympho.”

“I just need something to make myself feel better. I’m sick of being in the dumps.”

Kenna wiggled her eyebrows. “What you need is a hard reminder there’s plenty of good still left in the world.”

“A big, hard reminder, eh?”

Kenna nodded, grinning from ear-to-ear. “An oversized one, hopefully.”

Falling into stride with her friend, she walked briskly down the street. The sooner she got to the bar, the sooner she could get her groove on. She longed to get away from the ache in her chest and nothing she had tried so far worked. A one-night stand had to make her happy, even if for a little while.

As they arrived at Nocturnal Nightclub, the downtown core boomed with energy. She received a few glares from middle-aged people for her choice in attire, which confirmed she’d chosen correctly. The leather dress hugged her in every way it should. Low enough to show off her breasts, making them swell at the top, and the hem rested just below her ass.

The bright lights outlining the large, square building illuminated the dark sky. The bass from the music inside vibrated against her skin. A line of people stood alongside the building awaiting entrance.

“Dammit, we’re going to have to wait to get in.” She desperately wanted to meet her date, not stand outside for half the night. Her hair would frizz and by the time she went in, she’d appear more tired than sexy.

Kenna grinned. “Here’s where my strategy comes into play.”

“What strategy?”

Do men who guard the door so you don’t have to wait.” Kenna strode up to the bouncer, not at all put off by the scowls she received from the crowd. The mountain of a man leaned down to kiss her cheek.

These two had definitely heated up the sheets, and judging by the smolder in his expression, he still wanted her. Kenna always could cause that effect. She kept the men in her life lusting after her with their tongues wagging out. They never appeared to harbor ill feelings. Most of the time, she gathered men who’d do anything for her.

Ellie envied that about her.

After a short conversation with the bouncer, Kenna glanced over her shoulder and waved her forward.

Offering an apologetic glance to the crowd for butting in line, Ellie entered the establishment heading straight for the second floor. She surveyed the lower level of the bar from the landing. Loud, thumping beats blasted through the large space and people filled the dance floor.

“He’s supposed to meet me on the third floor,” she called out over the music.

Kenna nodded, snatching up her hand and hurried up the remaining stairs. As Ellie entered the rooftop bar, warm air wrapped around her, and the fresh summer scents mixed with exhaust from cars and ocean greeted her.

Much like the other floors, bartenders were scattered around to serve alcohol, tables with chairs placed throughout, and the dance floor was stuffed full of intoxicated people. The views of Miami were a spectacular sight with miles of skyline lighting up the dark sky.

Kenna stopped at the one of the bars, leaned over the counter, and squeezed her breasts together so they swelled out the top of her shirt. “This will grab his attention.”

The bartender came to her side in two-point-two seconds. His dark, styled hair swept over his eyebrows as his baby blues focused on her alone. “What can I get for you?” he asked her tits.

Kenna squished the girls together with her arms and the man licked his lips. “Two Funky Cosmos and four shots of sambuca.”

He finally looked into her eyes, nodded, and hurried off to prepare the drinks.

Ellie chuckled. “I’m surprised he didn’t bury his head in your cleavage.”

“Oh you laugh, but just wait.” Kenna smiled at the bartender who presently overfilled the shots, spilling the dark liquid onto the wood. His eyes widened at the alcohol dripping from his fingers and he fumbled to clean up the mess.

When the server returned, Ellie downed a shot in haste. By the time she finished off the second one, he’d placed a Funky Cosmo in front of her. “On the house, ladies.”

“Thank you.” Kenna swiped the sugar off the martini glass with her tongue in an undeniably sultry gesture.

He groaned.

Ellie sipped her drink to refrain from laughing. To be so bold needed confidence. She had to pay closer attention and learn a thing or two from Kenna.

“Stick around for the night and I’ll quench that thirst of yours.” His voice deepened and a grin quirked up the side of his mouth.

“Mmm…” Kenna hummed, “I am quite thirsty.”

Barf.

With a wink, the bartender ventured off to serve other customers. Ellie huffed. “You cannot be serious? The first guy you talk to is already chasing after you.”

Kenna fanned herself. “I have a gift.” She swallowed a big gulp of the martini. “What about your date? Do you see him—and stop being so nervous.”

“No, I don’t and I am nervous.”

“Oh, please.” Kenna dismissed the remark with a wave of her hand. “Like any guy wouldn’t dream of taking you home. So stop it.”

If only Ellie believed that. She scanned the dance floor, searching for the man matching the picture Madame Eve had emailed her. Instead, she got a few heated glances from guys she wouldn’t touch on her worst days. So, instead of continuing to search, she lingered taking a seat upon a stool, listening to the bartender and Kenna talk dirty nothings to each other. Why isn’t he here?

After she downed her second Cosmo, goose bumps pimpled on the back of her neck, and she glanced over her shoulder to discover her date standing against the back wall. His gaze focused on one person, her.

Hallelujah!

“Oooo…my night is looking up,” she exclaimed.

Kenna didn’t respond, too busy playing googly eyes with the bartender. Ellie jabbed an elbow into her side. She hissed as she rubbed her ribs. “Ow, what?”

“He’s here. I’m going to dance.” She gestured behind her and grinned to show her intentions.

Kenna peeked over her shoulder before focusing back on Ellie and giving a shit-eating grin. “Have fun.”

Ellie slid off the stool, keeping her focus on the stranger. His mere presence screamed sex. Much taller than her five-foot-five frame—around six-two—but built like a brick shit house. His muscular arms were crossed over his chest, his broad shoulders tempting her, and she couldn’t wait to run her hands over them tonight.

Putting a little oomph into her step, she made her way onto the dance floor. The loud techno song washed over her, and the vibrations were strong against her feet. Her kinda music—hard and dirty.

Staying at the edge of the crowd, she found her beat and moved with the rhythm. Twirling, she ran her hands along her torso and did anything and everything to gain his attention.

To all appearances, her plan worked.

He dropped his arms to his side and stepped forward. His sparkling blue eyes, short, fashionably-styled black hair, and chiseled features warmed her right down to her toes. Her heart raced. Her insecurities drifted away. The world around her ceased to exist, leaving only him and her.

Wetness pooled in her panties. His nostrils flared and his heated gaze burned deeper. He approached and as he settled in front of her, he grabbed her lower back and yanked her against his hard body. Her head tilted back and he leaned down, cupped her nape, and kissed her.

A kiss not meant for strangers―not meant as a sweet hello. No, a promise he would pleasure her and she sang a big thank you, Jesus for bringing him to her. No thoughts. No regrets. Just two sweaty bodies going at it until exhaustion set in.

Win an ARC of Shadowed Soul!!

It’s that time again! And I’ve got a smokin’ paranormal erotic romance up for grabs! Leave a comment with your email address to be entered to win. I’ve giving away two copies, and will draw the winners on Monday, October 3rd!

Four months have passed since Ellie’s heart was broken by her cheating boyfriend, Gerrid. Sick of mourning, she sets out in search of one thing, a man to make her forget. Madame Eve, a matchmaker out of Las Vegas, arranges for Ellie to meet just the man at Nocturnal Nightclub in Miami. Bryce is not only sexy as sin, but full of mystery. He does things no man should be capable of. Ellie might question his fast speed, cold hands, and even the way he bites at her skin―if he wasn’t so determined to awaken the part of her that’s been buried by lies.

Days have passed since Bryce’s last feeding and his vampire hungers demand to be sated. But feeding is not his only intention. Ellie seeks to be a different woman, to gain power for herself, and Bryce plans to push her to discover it. To show her she can do things she never thought possible and force her to see the strength she yearns for already lives inside of her.

Ellie will have to choose, expose all of herself, or remain hidden in the dark shadows. But Bryce will have to make a choice of his own—let her go or keep Ellie forever?

~*~

EXCERPT (*warning-18 and over only*):

Broken heart. Endless tears. Ellie was sick of mourning the loss of her last asshole boyfriend, Gerrid, who stomped on her heart because the word faithful didn’t hold any meaning in his vocabulary.

“All you need to do is purr and you’re a total sex kitten,” Kenna said. “That date of yours is going to get a hard-on the second he sees you.”

Her best friend was smokin’ herself. With her blue eyes and blonde hair—dressed in a short, plaid shirt and white blouse tied up to show her mid-section, she looked like a typical Barbie. “A school girl?”

“Don’t knock it,” Kenna retorted. “This outfit has gotten me laid a few times over.”

Commitment never appealed to Kenna, but she wasn’t a slut either. More of a playgirl―she loved the benefits of the single life and lived it to the fullest. Ellie tried to think the same way. Once she’d loved and loved hard. Now, she’d given up on the idea and hoped to walk in Kenna’s shoes. “You ready to go?”

Kenna grabbed onto her own breasts and squeezed them. “Ready.”

Ellie headed to the front door, laughing. She owned the luxurious condo not because of her job at Transatlantic Bank as a financial advisor. It paid well enough, but she purchased the house from the funds of her father’s estate five years ago.

At the front door, she stepped outside and the steamy Miami summer night caused her skin to flush. A month ago, she’d enlisted the services of Madame Eve, who owned the matchmaking service 1Night Stand. She didn’t want to find the man of her dreams, simply wanted a one-night stand to leave a lasting impression on her body.

After locking the door, she glanced over at Kenna. “Thanks for coming along—I might be after some action, but in case he’s a creep, you’re my escape route.”

Kenna chuckled. “Look at you, Miss Nympho.”

“I just need something to make myself feel better. I’m sick of being in the dumps.”

Kenna wiggled her eyebrows. “What you need is a hard reminder there’s plenty of good still left in the world.”

“A big, hard reminder, eh?”

Kenna nodded, grinning from ear-to-ear. “An oversized one, hopefully.”

Falling into stride with her friend, she walked briskly down the street. The sooner she got to the bar, the sooner she could get her groove on. She longed to get away from the ache in her chest and nothing she had tried so far worked. A one-night stand had to make her happy, even if for a little while.

As they arrived at Nocturnal Nightclub, the downtown core boomed with energy. She received a few glares from middle-aged people for her choice in attire, which confirmed she’d chosen correctly. The leather dress hugged her in every way it should. Low enough to show off her breasts, making them swell at the top, and the hem rested just below her ass.

The bright lights outlining the large, square building illuminated the dark sky. The bass from the music inside vibrated against her skin. A line of people stood alongside the building awaiting entrance.

“Dammit, we’re going to have to wait to get in.” She desperately wanted to meet her date, not stand outside for half the night. Her hair would frizz and by the time she went in, she’d appear more tired than sexy.

Kenna grinned. “Here’s where my strategy comes into play.”

“What strategy?”

Do men who guard the door so you don’t have to wait.” Kenna strode up to the bouncer, not at all put off by the scowls she received from the crowd. The mountain of a man leaned down to kiss her cheek.

These two had definitely heated up the sheets, and judging by the smolder in his expression, he still wanted her. Kenna always could cause that effect. She kept the men in her life lusting after her with their tongues wagging out. They never appeared to harbor ill feelings. Most of the time, she gathered men who’d do anything for her.

Ellie envied that about her.

After a short conversation with the bouncer, Kenna glanced over her shoulder and waved her forward.

Offering an apologetic glance to the crowd for butting in line, Ellie entered the establishment heading straight for the second floor. She surveyed the lower level of the bar from the landing. Loud, thumping beats blasted through the large space and people filled the dance floor.

“He’s supposed to meet me on the third floor,” she called out over the music.

Kenna nodded, snatching up her hand and hurried up the remaining stairs. As Ellie entered the rooftop bar, warm air wrapped around her, and the fresh summer scents mixed with exhaust from cars and ocean greeted her.

Much like the other floors, bartenders were scattered around to serve alcohol, tables with chairs placed throughout, and the dance floor was stuffed full of intoxicated people. The views of Miami were a spectacular sight with miles of skyline lighting up the dark sky.

Kenna stopped at the one of the bars, leaned over the counter, and squeezed her breasts together so they swelled out the top of her shirt. “This will grab his attention.”

The bartender came to her side in two-point-two seconds. His dark, styled hair swept over his eyebrows as his baby blues focused on her alone. “What can I get for you?” he asked her tits.

Kenna squished the girls together with her arms and the man licked his lips. “Two Funky Cosmos and four shots of sambuca.”

He finally looked into her eyes, nodded, and hurried off to prepare the drinks.

Ellie chuckled. “I’m surprised he didn’t bury his head in your cleavage.”

“Oh you laugh, but just wait.” Kenna smiled at the bartender who presently overfilled the shots, spilling the dark liquid onto the wood. His eyes widened at the alcohol dripping from his fingers and he fumbled to clean up the mess.

When the server returned, Ellie downed a shot in haste. By the time she finished off the second one, he’d placed a Funky Cosmo in front of her. “On the house, ladies.”

“Thank you.” Kenna swiped the sugar off the martini glass with her tongue in an undeniably sultry gesture.

He groaned.

Ellie sipped her drink to refrain from laughing. To be so bold needed confidence. She had to pay closer attention and learn a thing or two from Kenna.

“Stick around for the night and I’ll quench that thirst of yours.” His voice deepened and a grin quirked up the side of his mouth.

“Mmm…” Kenna hummed, “I am quite thirsty.”

Barf.

With a wink, the bartender ventured off to serve other customers. Ellie huffed. “You cannot be serious? The first guy you talk to is already chasing after you.”

Kenna fanned herself. “I have a gift.” She swallowed a big gulp of the martini. “What about your date? Do you see him—and stop being so nervous.”

“No, I don’t and I am nervous.”

“Oh, please.” Kenna dismissed the remark with a wave of her hand. “Like any guy wouldn’t dream of taking you home. So stop it.”

If only Ellie believed that. She scanned the dance floor, searching for the man matching the picture Madame Eve had emailed her. Instead, she got a few heated glances from guys she wouldn’t touch on her worst days. So, instead of continuing to search, she lingered taking a seat upon a stool, listening to the bartender and Kenna talk dirty nothings to each other. Why isn’t he here?

After she downed her second Cosmo, goose bumps pimpled on the back of her neck, and she glanced over her shoulder to discover her date standing against the back wall. His gaze focused on one person, her.

Hallelujah!

“Oooo…my night is looking up,” she exclaimed.

Kenna didn’t respond, too busy playing googly eyes with the bartender. Ellie jabbed an elbow into her side. She hissed as she rubbed her ribs. “Ow, what?”

“He’s here. I’m going to dance.” She gestured behind her and grinned to show her intentions.

Kenna peeked over her shoulder before focusing back on Ellie and giving a shit-eating grin. “Have fun.”

Ellie slid off the stool, keeping her focus on the stranger. His mere presence screamed sex. Much taller than her five-foot-five frame—around six-two—but built like a brick shit house. His muscular arms were crossed over his chest, his broad shoulders tempting her, and she couldn’t wait to run her hands over them tonight.

Putting a little oomph into her step, she made her way onto the dance floor. The loud techno song washed over her, and the vibrations were strong against her feet. Her kinda music—hard and dirty.

Staying at the edge of the crowd, she found her beat and moved with the rhythm. Twirling, she ran her hands along her torso and did anything and everything to gain his attention.

To all appearances, her plan worked.

He dropped his arms to his side and stepped forward. His sparkling blue eyes, short, fashionably-styled black hair, and chiseled features warmed her right down to her toes. Her heart raced. Her insecurities drifted away. The world around her ceased to exist, leaving only him and her.

Wetness pooled in her panties. His nostrils flared and his heated gaze burned deeper. He approached and as he settled in front of her, he grabbed her lower back and yanked her against his hard body. Her head tilted back and he leaned down, cupped her nape, and kissed her.

A kiss not meant for strangers―not meant as a sweet hello. No, a promise he would pleasure her and she sang a big thank you, Jesus for bringing him to her. No thoughts. No regrets. Just two sweaty bodies going at it until exhaustion set in.

Win an ARC of Shadowed Soul!!

It’s that time again! And I’ve got a smokin’ paranormal erotic romance up for grabs! Leave a comment with your email address to be entered to win. I’ve giving away two copies, and will draw the winners on Monday, October 3rd!

Four months have passed since Ellie’s heart was broken by her cheating boyfriend, Gerrid. Sick of mourning, she sets out in search of one thing, a man to make her forget. Madame Eve, a matchmaker out of Las Vegas, arranges for Ellie to meet just the man at Nocturnal Nightclub in Miami. Bryce is not only sexy as sin, but full of mystery. He does things no man should be capable of. Ellie might question his fast speed, cold hands, and even the way he bites at her skin―if he wasn’t so determined to awaken the part of her that’s been buried by lies.

Days have passed since Bryce’s last feeding and his vampire hungers demand to be sated. But feeding is not his only intention. Ellie seeks to be a different woman, to gain power for herself, and Bryce plans to push her to discover it. To show her she can do things she never thought possible and force her to see the strength she yearns for already lives inside of her.

Ellie will have to choose, expose all of herself, or remain hidden in the dark shadows. But Bryce will have to make a choice of his own—let her go or keep Ellie forever?

~*~

EXCERPT (*warning-18 and over only*):

Broken heart. Endless tears. Ellie was sick of mourning the loss of her last asshole boyfriend, Gerrid, who stomped on her heart because the word faithful didn’t hold any meaning in his vocabulary.

“All you need to do is purr and you’re a total sex kitten,” Kenna said. “That date of yours is going to get a hard-on the second he sees you.”

Her best friend was smokin’ herself. With her blue eyes and blonde hair—dressed in a short, plaid shirt and white blouse tied up to show her mid-section, she looked like a typical Barbie. “A school girl?”

“Don’t knock it,” Kenna retorted. “This outfit has gotten me laid a few times over.”

Commitment never appealed to Kenna, but she wasn’t a slut either. More of a playgirl―she loved the benefits of the single life and lived it to the fullest. Ellie tried to think the same way. Once she’d loved and loved hard. Now, she’d given up on the idea and hoped to walk in Kenna’s shoes. “You ready to go?”

Kenna grabbed onto her own breasts and squeezed them. “Ready.”

Ellie headed to the front door, laughing. She owned the luxurious condo not because of her job at Transatlantic Bank as a financial advisor. It paid well enough, but she purchased the house from the funds of her father’s estate five years ago.

At the front door, she stepped outside and the steamy Miami summer night caused her skin to flush. A month ago, she’d enlisted the services of Madame Eve, who owned the matchmaking service 1Night Stand. She didn’t want to find the man of her dreams, simply wanted a one-night stand to leave a lasting impression on her body.

After locking the door, she glanced over at Kenna. “Thanks for coming along—I might be after some action, but in case he’s a creep, you’re my escape route.”

Kenna chuckled. “Look at you, Miss Nympho.”

“I just need something to make myself feel better. I’m sick of being in the dumps.”

Kenna wiggled her eyebrows. “What you need is a hard reminder there’s plenty of good still left in the world.”

“A big, hard reminder, eh?”

Kenna nodded, grinning from ear-to-ear. “An oversized one, hopefully.”

Falling into stride with her friend, she walked briskly down the street. The sooner she got to the bar, the sooner she could get her groove on. She longed to get away from the ache in her chest and nothing she had tried so far worked. A one-night stand had to make her happy, even if for a little while.

As they arrived at Nocturnal Nightclub, the downtown core boomed with energy. She received a few glares from middle-aged people for her choice in attire, which confirmed she’d chosen correctly. The leather dress hugged her in every way it should. Low enough to show off her breasts, making them swell at the top, and the hem rested just below her ass.

The bright lights outlining the large, square building illuminated the dark sky. The bass from the music inside vibrated against her skin. A line of people stood alongside the building awaiting entrance.

“Dammit, we’re going to have to wait to get in.” She desperately wanted to meet her date, not stand outside for half the night. Her hair would frizz and by the time she went in, she’d appear more tired than sexy.

Kenna grinned. “Here’s where my strategy comes into play.”

“What strategy?”

Do men who guard the door so you don’t have to wait.” Kenna strode up to the bouncer, not at all put off by the scowls she received from the crowd. The mountain of a man leaned down to kiss her cheek.

These two had definitely heated up the sheets, and judging by the smolder in his expression, he still wanted her. Kenna always could cause that effect. She kept the men in her life lusting after her with their tongues wagging out. They never appeared to harbor ill feelings. Most of the time, she gathered men who’d do anything for her.

Ellie envied that about her.

After a short conversation with the bouncer, Kenna glanced over her shoulder and waved her forward.

Offering an apologetic glance to the crowd for butting in line, Ellie entered the establishment heading straight for the second floor. She surveyed the lower level of the bar from the landing. Loud, thumping beats blasted through the large space and people filled the dance floor.

“He’s supposed to meet me on the third floor,” she called out over the music.

Kenna nodded, snatching up her hand and hurried up the remaining stairs. As Ellie entered the rooftop bar, warm air wrapped around her, and the fresh summer scents mixed with exhaust from cars and ocean greeted her.

Much like the other floors, bartenders were scattered around to serve alcohol, tables with chairs placed throughout, and the dance floor was stuffed full of intoxicated people. The views of Miami were a spectacular sight with miles of skyline lighting up the dark sky.

Kenna stopped at the one of the bars, leaned over the counter, and squeezed her breasts together so they swelled out the top of her shirt. “This will grab his attention.”

The bartender came to her side in two-point-two seconds. His dark, styled hair swept over his eyebrows as his baby blues focused on her alone. “What can I get for you?” he asked her tits.

Kenna squished the girls together with her arms and the man licked his lips. “Two Funky Cosmos and four shots of sambuca.”

He finally looked into her eyes, nodded, and hurried off to prepare the drinks.

Ellie chuckled. “I’m surprised he didn’t bury his head in your cleavage.”

“Oh you laugh, but just wait.” Kenna smiled at the bartender who presently overfilled the shots, spilling the dark liquid onto the wood. His eyes widened at the alcohol dripping from his fingers and he fumbled to clean up the mess.

When the server returned, Ellie downed a shot in haste. By the time she finished off the second one, he’d placed a Funky Cosmo in front of her. “On the house, ladies.”

“Thank you.” Kenna swiped the sugar off the martini glass with her tongue in an undeniably sultry gesture.

He groaned.

Ellie sipped her drink to refrain from laughing. To be so bold needed confidence. She had to pay closer attention and learn a thing or two from Kenna.

“Stick around for the night and I’ll quench that thirst of yours.” His voice deepened and a grin quirked up the side of his mouth.

“Mmm…” Kenna hummed, “I am quite thirsty.”

Barf.

With a wink, the bartender ventured off to serve other customers. Ellie huffed. “You cannot be serious? The first guy you talk to is already chasing after you.”

Kenna fanned herself. “I have a gift.” She swallowed a big gulp of the martini. “What about your date? Do you see him—and stop being so nervous.”

“No, I don’t and I am nervous.”

“Oh, please.” Kenna dismissed the remark with a wave of her hand. “Like any guy wouldn’t dream of taking you home. So stop it.”

If only Ellie believed that. She scanned the dance floor, searching for the man matching the picture Madame Eve had emailed her. Instead, she got a few heated glances from guys she wouldn’t touch on her worst days. So, instead of continuing to search, she lingered taking a seat upon a stool, listening to the bartender and Kenna talk dirty nothings to each other. Why isn’t he here?

After she downed her second Cosmo, goose bumps pimpled on the back of her neck, and she glanced over her shoulder to discover her date standing against the back wall. His gaze focused on one person, her.

Hallelujah!

“Oooo…my night is looking up,” she exclaimed.

Kenna didn’t respond, too busy playing googly eyes with the bartender. Ellie jabbed an elbow into her side. She hissed as she rubbed her ribs. “Ow, what?”

“He’s here. I’m going to dance.” She gestured behind her and grinned to show her intentions.

Kenna peeked over her shoulder before focusing back on Ellie and giving a shit-eating grin. “Have fun.”

Ellie slid off the stool, keeping her focus on the stranger. His mere presence screamed sex. Much taller than her five-foot-five frame—around six-two—but built like a brick shit house. His muscular arms were crossed over his chest, his broad shoulders tempting her, and she couldn’t wait to run her hands over them tonight.

Putting a little oomph into her step, she made her way onto the dance floor. The loud techno song washed over her, and the vibrations were strong against her feet. Her kinda music—hard and dirty.

Staying at the edge of the crowd, she found her beat and moved with the rhythm. Twirling, she ran her hands along her torso and did anything and everything to gain his attention.

To all appearances, her plan worked.

He dropped his arms to his side and stepped forward. His sparkling blue eyes, short, fashionably-styled black hair, and chiseled features warmed her right down to her toes. Her heart raced. Her insecurities drifted away. The world around her ceased to exist, leaving only him and her.

Wetness pooled in her panties. His nostrils flared and his heated gaze burned deeper. He approached and as he settled in front of her, he grabbed her lower back and yanked her against his hard body. Her head tilted back and he leaned down, cupped her nape, and kissed her.

A kiss not meant for strangers―not meant as a sweet hello. No, a promise he would pleasure her and she sang a big thank you, Jesus for bringing him to her. No thoughts. No regrets. Just two sweaty bodies going at it until exhaustion set in.

Win a book by the fabulous author, Sara Brookes!

I’m so excited to be here at Stacey’s place today. I have the great honor of being Stacey’s critique partner, so I get to read all her books well before they’re ever published. WOOHOO!

Though nearly all of my releases lately involve some kind of BDSM, not everything I write is that intensely hot. I actually got my start right along with Stacey in urban fantasy romance. I love the genre but lately the characters in my head have been demanding something more from me. And I learned a long time ago to stop and listen to what they’re trying to tell me.

In my latest release, Perfect Limit, my characters had quite an intense story to tell, and that was before I added any BDSM into the mix. Though romance doesn’t always play a part in this series, it certainly played a large role in this book. There’s more than just the D/s between these characters, there something deep and lasting that makes you truly believe these two utterly deserve their happily ever after.

So, dear readers, tell me—how do you like the stories you read to end? Does there always have to be a happily ever after in the cards? Leave me your answer this week and I’ll come back and draw a winner from the comments to receive a download of either of the books in the Sypricon Masters series—Impulse Control or Perfect Limit.

Good luck!

PERFECT LIMIT

2nd book in the Sypricon Master series

Now available from Decadent Publishing (www.decadentpublishing.com)

Deputy Brigade Manager Rayna Donaghy is convinced she’s imperfect. Abandoned and left for dead, Rayna now lives on Sypricon, a frontier planet known for its scarred surface. After a fatal blaze at one of the planet’s quarries, Rayna seeks an escape at the landmark BDSM club, Tawse.

Burke, a Dom at the club, is captivated with the woman who has been under his command for the past several months. However, he’s finally had enough of her self-loathing and is determined to help Rayna overcome her fears. In the center of the action, Burke lays her bare for all to see in order to show her being perfect is simply a matter of perception.

Warning: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable including but not limited to: D/s, exhibitionism

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Sara Brookes is an award winning author who has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story.


Happy Six Sentence Sunday! This week I’ve got a brand new six sentences from Supernaturally Kissed! Edits are wrapping up and I’m hopeful this baby will be released soon!

A cold breeze swept across my shoulders. “It kills me that I can’t hug you right now.”

I dropped my hands and looked at Kipp. “It can’t kill you—you’re already dead.”

He frowned. “That’s not funny.”

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