Hello? Is anyone out there? I know it's been awhile and I'm very sorry. The holiday and this thing called summer vacation has really messed up my entire schedule. Plus, I'm having to deal with a family issue where I'm having to go out of town (a 2-hr drive one way) once or twice a week until it's resolved. Oh, and let's not forget the housework and laundry *sigh* Some days I wish for a real job (as hubby says) that takes me away from the house. However, I'm about to get on track! So, here we go....
Tomorrow, July 9th, my Force Heatsheet, Journey to the Dark Side is released!
So, it's contest time. Only this time I'm doing things a little different. I'm holding 2 contests and you can enter both.
The first contest, simply (1)buy my book (it's around 13K and only $2, so it's not a long read) and (2)send me proof of purchase (part of the receipt).
The second contest consists of the reader to the answer a simple question about Journey to the Dark Side.
Who is Dante? (We know he's the serial killer, but what's his real name? Have to read the book to find out- muhahaha!)
Send all entries to firstname.lastname@example.org
Also, if you send your snail mail, I'll send a little thank you gift
(yep, the post office is going to love me this month)
Prizes, you ask? The Naughty or Nice bundles.
The Nice prize (1st contest)- a pamper bundle -lotions and bath products
The Naughty prize (2nd contest) - a sexy, fun bundle from a recent trip to Spencer's and Fairvilla
Oh, and to up the fun... if you purchase At The Ege (my Valentine Themed Fetish Heatsheet - warning: it's a M/M/M book) then you are put into a drawing for a $20 gift certificate from Barnes & Noble
The contest runs from July 9th until July 31st.
Serial killer Dante is targeting submissive males who frequent a fetish club, The Dark Side. Detective Monica Street is determined to end the killer’s reign on the community and needs help. Enter sexy FBI Agent Jared Keller, who has the looks and ability Monica is looking for.
And what’s the best way to catch this killer? Draw him out by playing in the world of domination and submission. Only alpha-male Jared gets more than he bargains for as he is engulfed by Mistress Monica, whippings, and the trappings of a psychotic serial killer.
"You realize there is only one bed," Jared stated as they climbed the back stairs. His experience had left him feeling drained; however, remembering the teasing she'd done all night left him aching. They were to appear as lovers and she'd done her part to perfection, easily arousing him with the slightest of touches. The small smiles when he did something right. Even the innuendos she'd spoken as if to prove they were lovers. It pissed him off realizing his body responded so readily for her. But he'd used that emotion to fuel his acts of rebellion.
Monica rolled her eyes. "Have you never had a female partner?"
"Of course I have."
"And did you not have cases that required you to share a room or a bed for an evening?" She opened the door to their room and waited for him to enter before following.
"Sure. But she wasn't wearing a leather corset," he turned on her and backed her against the closed door. "Nor did she spend the night calling me pet and being a cock tease." Jared let his coat open and pressed his body against hers, pushing his hips forward so she could feel just how hard he was.
"Jared…" His name came out in a rush of breath. Her lips parted anticipating his next move.
He didn't disappoint. He swept down and claimed the mouth that had beckoned to him all evening. The mouth he ached to have kissing his flesh. His tongue swept possessively over hers tasting the sweetness of the drinks she'd consumed earlier.
Monica's hands grabbed hold of the lapels on his jacket as she tore her mouth away from his and pulled him closer if that was possible.
"We shouldn't," she was breathless.
"No, we shouldn't," he growled in agreement, but his body didn't listen as his lips started trailing kisses down her neck, his tongue licking at the salty sweetness of her skin. Monica gasped.
"Mixing business with pleasure…" Jared started as his mouth went below her collarbone. Her hands still had a strong grip on his lapels, but his hands were plucking her breasts from the corset, his fingers steadily kneading them.
"Is bad," she groaned as she threw her head back against the door.
"Very bad," Jared admitted a second before sucking a nipple into his mouth. His tongue lapped and teased the hard peak enjoying the whimpering noise coming from her. He switched to her other breast making sure to share the pleasure equally between her two beauties.
"No piercings," he growled.
"No," she chuckled, then gasped as he nibbled on her stiff peaks.
Jared went to his knees, his mouth exploring lower on her body, his lips laying kisses on the leather of her corset. Sometime before that Monica had released his jacket and now had her fingers gripping tightly to his hair, guiding his head to where she wanted him. Between her legs.
He quickly shrugged out of the jacket then lifted his eyes to view the sight above him. Monica was leaning against the door, her head back, eyes closed, and her breasts freed from the corset. Her nipples were still stiff, their color darker from the blood he'd sucked into them. His hands smoothed down her sides, feeling the stays in the leather forcing an hourglass figure on her. He felt her intake of breath at the movement though he wasn't touching her skin. She looked like a goddess to him. He was overwhelmed at the taste of her skin and was sure its flavor was as sweet as the nectar of ambrosia. He wondered if her juices would be even sweeter.