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Ebooks Galore Giveaway

Due to Amazon's change in giveaway set ups I have a bunch of ebooks. None of these authors are participating and I hope they don't hate me for it but I was frustrated by constantly running a giveaway with not enough winners. 

So running a rafflecopter to give these away in one go. This is open to U.S. residents only as the gift codes don't work outside of the U.S. 

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Winners:

Robin M wins The Earl of London by Louise Bay 

Eleanor A. wins Flirting with Forever

Stephanie M. win Dirty Headlines by L/J. Shen

Tish D. wins Hard Sell by Lauren Layne

Shelly J. wins Once Upon a Very Good Time by Lauren Blakely

Liz D. won Hollywood Heir by Ruth Cardello

Cassandra D. Won Hold You Close by Melanie Harlow and Corrine Michaels

Ashley W. won Hold you close by Melanie Harlow and Corinne Michaels

Charlette won His Sweetest Sin by Fiona Murphy 

Jenny P. won His Sweetest Sin by Fiona Murphy

Shannon won His Sweetest Sin by Fiona Murphy 

and that's the end of the eligible winners. 

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His Fire Inside

(BBW Romance)
Release date 7/24

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Okay, I know it’s crazy to hate someone you’ve never met before but Rourke Vega is not the average man. The arrogant billionaire manwhore is to blame for turning my beloved Austin from quirky, cool college town to hipster paradise.

It’s a good thing I don’t have to deal with him while I help his mother recover from a stroke. Her, I love. Him, all right I might have this insane desire to lick the dimple in his chin. Then there’s the way from the outside he’s calm, cool, collected and in control as if nothing fazes him. It makes me want to press his buttons, to make him lose control, to see the fire he hides inside. The fire I felt all too briefly. The fire I can’t forget even as I tell myself I’m crazy because no way could a man as gorgeous as Rourke want a plus size like me. 

If my plus size doesn’t put him off my family situation will. Both of our lives are too complicated to add romance to it. Besides, he’s made it clear for the six months I’m his employee I’m off limits. Except he’s still staring at me with the heat of a volcano ready to explode. Like a fool I’m drawn to the fire even when I know it means one of us will get burned, but who?


Excerpt:

The sliding glass door opens, I know it’s her because I can feel her eyes on me.

          “I’m going to head home now. I—we, Cheryl and I clicked very well. I’d like to take the assignment. Skyler leaves with his mom the day after tomorrow.”

          “I’ll have someone move you tomorrow. Just make sure you’re packed and ready to go.”

          She shakes her head. “That’s not necessary—”

          “I don’t care whether you think it’s necessary or not. I’m going to have someone move your things tomorrow. They’ll call you to set a time.”

          Her hands go to her hips, her top tightens over her breasts making my cock hard at the sight. “God, you have to control everything and everybody.”

          “So you can move yourself in the little car you drive in one trip? You won’t need two or even three trips all the way from Round Rock to South Austin?” I allow my eyes to run over her, giving into the need eating at me. One of my eyebrows up, daring her to tell me I’m wrong. While at the same time biting my inner lip not to smile at her frustration. She is adorable when she’s mad.

          Sighing, she shakes her head. “Okay fine, you know everything. You’re sooo much smarter than me.”

          Damn, it’s hard not to laugh at her exasperation. “What I know is it doesn’t make sense for you to spend three or four hours doing what could be accomplished in half that time. What I know is no one else has ever bothered arguing with me for making their life easier, except you. There will be an employee contract here for you to sign. I’ll leave it between you and mom to set the things outside of the contract. If you need me for anything, you call my cell.”

          Her brown eyes glow up at me. “Yes, sir, anything else, sir? Would you like me to go down on my knees in supplication, sir?”

          “Olivia, I want you on your knees, have no doubt about that, but you’re now officially off-limits as my employee. It’s my second rule, after get it in writing.” My cock jerks at the lust in her eyes, at the way her breath catches and breasts swell and sway. Fuck. What the hell was I thinking? Why am I even acknowledging the attraction that will die soon anyway?  “Leave, Olivia, before I make a liar of myself.”

          She doesn’t fucking move; her tongue comes out to wet her bottom lip and I moan at the sight. The moan is loud in the silence. It shocks her. Now she runs like she should have when she first laid eyes on me. Seconds later I hear the front door slam closed. I’m so fucked. No. I won’t allow it to happen again. One slip, I was allowed one slip, and that was it.

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If you want authors to be able to keep writing PLEASE leave a review

Amazon has made some changes. Authors love when Amazon makes changes *sarcasm* the thing is Amazon usually only makes changes because enough people scream about it, they just don't usually get the change they wanted. 

Right now all the work authors go through to giveaway books in exchange for honest reviews is no longer working. It's a little painful really that authors have to giveaway a book in exchange for a review but we do it. We have to do it because even though there are readers who reach and contact us and tell us how much they love our books, they don't take the time to leave a review. 

Every review you leave means something, it has an impact (please remember that as well if it's not a nice review) if you leave a review is shows others, hey you should buy this book. If enough people see that, it means I get to pay electric bill this month. It means I can continue to put out book after book of those stories you say you want to read. 

Please, please, please leave a review on Amazon, on Nook, in iBook, where people are going to buy books it means so much. Not just for sales but when I'm down and this gets hard, I read the reviews and it gives me the kick I need to keep doing this. 

His Sweetest Sin

His Sweetest Sin 

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I can’t believe it. Christopher Baldwin, the baddest boy in baseball, wants me. Amelia Bishop…I was maybe a solid seven before an accident changed my life, leaving me fat, broken, and avoiding mirrors. If he hadn’t said it with a stare hot enough to melt brain cells, I would never have believed him when he told me my curves are what he wants.

An arrogant asshole with tattoos, a diamond glinting in his ear, and a dirty mouth promising wicked things, Chris Baldwin is no boy. Chris is all man, and a lethally gorgeous one at that. With dimples flashing as he invites me to sin in a slow Southern drawl, I’m trying to remember I don’t swoon, sin, or—wait, what? I forgot not to stare directly at his dimples, and those bright blue eyes aren’t safe either. Sorry, as I was saying.

As appealing as the idea of sinning with Chris is, there is no doubt in my mind I would fail miserably at it, even under his expert tutelage. Chris has been on a steady diet of strippers, women who have all the right moves. Me, I have no moves at all. Chris is major league; I would get laughed out of little league.

I’m also his lawyer, at least until my brother, Ethan, comes back from vacation. Getting involved with clients is a huge no-no, no matter what primetime television might show. As gorgeous as he is, Chris isn’t worth the possibility of hurting my career or losing the hard-earned respect of my boss and brother.

Only I can’t deny he makes being bad sound so good. Once Ethan is back I’m no longer Chris’s lawyer and it’s open season on all my good intentions. Being with him is still dangerous, as his fame attracts all sorts of trouble. Who knows what complications could tear us apart?

***While this novel is a standalone, Holly and Ethan from His Under Contract make an appearance. You need not have read His Under Contract to enjoy His Sweetest Sin. ***

***Warning***

I don’t like to watch sports, although I do enjoy watching beautiful men sweat. I’ve never read a sports romance before. Chris Baldwin isn't just a bad boy, he's a man falling in love with a sassy, damaged, curvy woman, and he also happens to play baseball. When I started writing, I did do my research. I watched the winning series that inspired the story. I watched a bunch of movies and spent hours on Wikipedia. Then I scrapped the paragraphs waxing lyrical about the love of the game and stuck with what I know. My billionaires don’t lay out the inner workings of their deals. I figured less is more. So, please be aware the focus is not on the love of the game—it’s on the love story.

Thanks,

Fiona

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Excerpt:

Chris runs his fingers over the back of my hand, fracturing my breath. “I don’t like seeing you smile at other men while you tease them. Even if you don’t mean anything by it.”

Excuse me? “Tough.” I spit the word out. “I didn’t ask for your interest. If you have a problem with me chatting with someone even though you know I don’t mean anything by it, then fuck you.”

His breath is a slow release, then he smiles. I’m hit in the chest by the heat in his eyes. “Amelia.” It’s that slow drawl again, wrapping around every letter. “I love the way your eyes go from hazel to a glittering green with anger. They do that when you’re aroused, too. All I can think of is what color they’ll be when I’m inside you. And it’s exactly why I want you so badly. You appear sweet and soft, only you hide a core of steel. It makes me wonder what else you’re hiding under your sweet, good girl façade.”

Exasperation with him, with what he’s doing to me has me rolling my eyes. “You want me because I didn’t fall at your feet the moment you said you wanted me. I’m a glitch in your Matrix, so you’re fascinated by it. Once I fold you’ll find something else shiny and new to play with.”

Tilting his head, he laughs. “Damn, you have a mouth on you. A glitch in my Matrix? I like that, I’m going to steal it. Yeah, you’re right, a huge part of your appeal is that a woman hasn’t made me wait longer than a few days in so long I can’t remember. I’m also not looking for anything more than fun for maybe a few weeks. But while I’m in it, I don’t fuck around with anyone else.” He pulls out a piece of paper from his back pocket. I open it and damn it, I’m blushing again. It’s the results from a panel of STI tests taken this morning, all negative. “I haven’t been with someone since before Christmas.” He laughs when my eyebrows go up in surprise. “Why is it hard to believe?”

          “Because you said sex is like food, as important an appetite that should be fed with as much variety. I’m having a hard time believing you really went hungry for long.”

          “It’s only been about two weeks. I was also twenty-five when I said that. The last few years I’ve been more into a nice sit-down meal, with a view toward quality over fast-food quantity.”

          Right. “Pregnancy scare or STI scare?”

          He laughs as he leans back. “Pregnancy scare. I’ve had a few rubbers break over the years, but this one was a total setup. The weeks waiting to see if she was pregnant were not good ones. I would have liked to think I was selective before then; I was wrong. Ever since, it’s only my condom every time. I also make sure she has more to lose than gain by getting pregnant.”

          “So you think I have more to lose than gain by getting pregnant?”

          “Hell, sugar, I don’t care if you have every intention of me knocking you up, if that’s what you want then I’m down. I think we’d make adorable baby girls.”

          We both freeze as he says it, then he smiles as if the idea truly appeals to him.  My stomach flips a dozen times before it stops. “I want boys, with dimples like yours. Girls are a pain in the ass.”

          “Since they’ll be yours, I wouldn’t expect anything less than them taking after their mama. I figure by the time they get here I’ll be used to putting up with you and able to take them on. They can have my dimples as long as they have your smile and pretty brown hair.”

          Asshole. “You are insane. Have you been checked out by a qualified mental professional?”

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The waitress brings us our plates with a smile, asking if we need anything else, and we both decline. I’m not in the mood to eat though, still uneasy from the warning in Chris’s eyes. I hate him for doing this to me, turning me inside out, causing my emotions to run riot with a look or a few words. It feels like he’s playing with me. “I’m really not hungry. I want to go to work. I’m tired of being used as something for you to amuse yourself with.”

          His bark of laughter is loud in the large, empty room. “Me use you? If anyone is using anyone, it’s you using me. Don’t worry, I’ll let you use me.”

I’m blinking fast. “Me, use you?”

“Yes, sugar, you’re using me. Usually, it wouldn’t matter to me why a woman wanted to fuck me as long as she did. I guess today is a day for revelations for the both of us. You didn’t know your pussy gets wet at the idea of being owned, and I didn’t know my cock goes limp at the idea of being used by you.”

I am not hurt by his annoyance, but I do know he’s nuts. “You are seriously not in your right mind. I’m not using you. You’re the one talking dirty, who keeps coming after me. I told you the first time I met you that us hooking up doesn’t make sense and it’s not what I want. How the hell is this on me?”

He sighs, and I fight the urge to kick him for it. “You eat me up with your eyes; I can smell your pussy wet for me. Your tits swell and sway, and you thrust them out the minute you catch me looking. Fine, I get it, you don’t even realize you’re doing it, but you are doing it. I’m really supposed to just walk away from you? Sugar, since you are so completely clueless, I’ll tell you right now the way you want me—so bad you ache, so bad you can’t think straight, so bad you’re willing to take a chance you never thought you’d take—that kind of want and need doesn’t happen very often, and you aren’t the only one feeling it.

“What pisses me off is you’re willing to take all I want to give you without giving it back. You’re trying to figure out how to get the cheese out of the trap without setting it off. I’m the bad boy who fucks at will, used to any chick riding my cock and giving orgasms until a woman can’t move from it. So you figure if he’s giving it out to anyone, why not you? That, that’s what pisses me off.

His jaw is tight, his eyes are the color of the arctic in winter, freezing me to the empty, hollow of my chest. “You aren’t willing to be bad, to get dirty. You want to stay the good girl, sweet, kind, never causes a fuss. Shit, woodland creatures probably clean your place while you sit on your perfectly plump ass sipping on your coffee, while you read the day away. Books where there’s nothing more than a proper, close-mouthed kiss before it fades to black, where the men are noble, dickless prisses who ask for kisses instead of taking them. I’m going to be the villain in the story who sneaks in and takes you. You’ll give in without ever giving anything up, not your good girl image, not yourself, just your body.”

I hate him. I fucking hate him. I blink, and tears fall. I hate him even more for sighing at the sight of them. Pushing away from the table, my legs are trembling so badly I feel like I’m fighting to stay standing during an earthquake. I want to make my escape from him, from all of this, but not until it’s clear this is all his damn fault. “So it’s my fault for buying into the image you sold of yourself? I’m to blame because I’m willing to take what you keep telling me you’re willing to give? I told you I’m not on your level, the very first day. You’re major league, and I wouldn’t even make it into the little league. I’ve fucked three men, okay? Three, and each of them miserable experiences that left me questioning if it was over, if it was safe to just crawl away and hide. I don’t know what you want from me to know if I can even give it to you or not. You say a few weeks, then you joke about kids. You fuck with my head until I don’t know—”

I was so wrapped up in my rant I never saw him move, his hands go down to my hips before bringing me up against him. Oh god, he’s hard, so very hard and pressing into my stomach. Immediately, my knees go weak as I sag against him. His mouth grazes against my ear. “Shh…sugar, take a deep breath. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken my frustration out on you even though damn it, Amelia, you started it. Walking in the door spitting fire, cranky as all hell, looking for a fight. Congratulations, you got your wish. I’m never going to be able to deny you what you want—I knew it the minute I laid my eyes on you.

“Amelia,” This time my name is throbbing with all his frustration. “I need you to be honest with me, and the real hard part here, with yourself. I get that it’s hard for you, for reasons only you know. It doesn’t matter, you need to figure out how. The crappy history with men, that I guessed at, but I never would have thought it was so bad. You make more sense than ever now.

“I’ll slow down, let you catch up. Normally, I’m more patient. You have a way of setting me off faster than anyone I’ve ever met. Take a breath, there you go, another one.” A large warm hand cups my cheek, his thumb wiping tears away. I find the courage to meet his eyes, and the awe in them stuns me. There is no teasing, no anger, nothing but pure awe. “Even crying you’re beautiful.”

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Why I write BBW romance

I got the most amazing review the other day, every time I even think of it I smile. It wasn't that it was a five star, it was that the person said as a BBW it made her feel beautiful. Good, because she is beautiful. She is beautiful whether she is a size ten, twenty or thirty. She's beautiful because she feels beautiful that's all that matters, not what other people tell she is or should be. 

She could have said she hated it and it would be my favorite review. Because for one person I did what I always try to do, make the reader feel loved for exactly who/what you are. Only days before the review I was talking to someone about them writing BBW while being lucky enough not to be BBW and it's exactly what I said. To me the point of any romance-whatever your thing is, not pretty enough, not smart enough, not rich enough, you don't wear the right clothes, you just want to be accepted for who you are, you want to believe you can have your own love story that someone will look past all the things you think or the media tells you isn't pretty and love you not in spite of or even because of, just love you with all the other stuff included. 

I write BBW now because I think it's important for women to see themselves in the world, even if it's only in books. As a writer it's pretty easy to draw on my experiences (Yes, I'm also a BBW) to help make it believable. (Some of the experiences the women went through are some I've gone through, good and bad.) In the beginning I didn't write BBW as it's own thing, I wrote it because it was a thing that kept the h from believing the H would want her-as a part of the reason for there to be conflict in the story.  When I didn't use it as conflict I tried to make my h a 'normal' size there was a size ten, an eight but even the one who wasn't she had a complex over being 'too pretty'. I swear she was based on a real person and at first I rolled my eyes, until I got to know her. I'm one of those people who laughs, smiles, teases, pops  off without giving it much thought. This ridiculously pretty chick at work who was always quiet and seemed bitchy because she was in the corner and hardly ever smiled was at my table-yeah mine, it was the best table in the tiny break room. So I sat down without asking and started talking to her. 

She looked at me like I was crazy then I got her to laugh and it was an uneventful lunch, after that I was apparently her new best friend. At first I was a little um...wait what? Then I figured out she didn't have any other friends, seriously no friends (I say that now as I don't have any friends) I was just surprised because well-you should have seen her. But no, women were jealous of her, and if she got to hang out with them it never ended well, men treated her horribly-I watched a guy straight up  tell her if she had no gag reflex she would be perfect. I told him with something as small as what he was working with he didn't need to worry about a woman having a gag reflex. When she told me almost every single guy we worked had said something gross like that to her I was  shocked  then sad. Here she was everything women are told we should be and she was miserable-life is weird. 

And that's one of the things I've always loved  about reading,  seeing there are other sides to a story I might not have known about. It's too damn easy to make snap judgments, to assume you know what someone is going through. 

But what I love most about reading is the escape from the every day, the way you open a book and just slip into another world. What I love the most about writing though is creating another world, a world where women feel beautiful no matter what size they are, a world where the good girl  doesn't finish last, where might doesn't make right, where love is what matters more than a bank balance, and best of all, where everyone gets their happily ever after.  

Filter words, yet another way to be a better writer

Before a beta reader flaked on me she actually did give me something to be aware of. Filter words, I had no idea what in the world she was talking about. I went hunting to find out what in the world a filter word is. 

A filter word is something that goes between an action and the reader. 

Some Examples:

(with filter phrase) I see the bee dance around the flower. 
(without filter phrase) The bee dances around the flower. 

(with filter phrase) I feel angry. 
(without filter phrase) I am angry. 

(with filter phrase) I hear a cry from the next room. The baby has woken up. 
(without filter phrase) A cry from the next room alerts me the baby has woken up.

As you can see although there isn't a huge difference, it makes the impact is there. One seems a bit rough, the other more refined. 

To help you out here are some filter words to be aware of: 

to see

to hear

to think

to decide 

to watch

can

to decide

sound like 

to notice

to be able to 

to realize

to wonder

to touch

to seem 

Just another something to watch out for when you are editing. 

Happy writing!

Twitter tips

Tips and etiquette that if you follow just might help on Twitter

I'm wasting time on Reddit/Self-publish and for what has to be the tenth time I see someone ask what's the deal with Twitter. It didn't work for them, should they keep trying, do they really need it? Every single time I know all the ways they have dropped a pretty important ball. So I'm just going to say, yes-Twitter is important and it's FREE and learn how to use it. 

1. DO NOT tweet your book over and over on the hour every hour. If I have shrugged and followed you, I will unfollow you. A few (2-3)times a day, MAX. 

 2. Retweet other people for fucks sake. This is not that hard, and don't tweet them musing on the peanut butter sandwich they're making. If they are posting a giveaway or something about their book retweet that, think of it this way, would you rather have someone retweet you bitching about traffic or the one of two times you'll tweet about your book today? It's so fucking not rocket science. 

3. Sure, tweet about traffic or your musings on Kim K.-if you must- but try and keep it as professional as you would say at work. It's okay if you joke with a coworker about the Biebs but you don't share every little thought-unless it's so damned witty you just can't help yourself, fine. Be your authentic self but there's ways you can do that without letting it all hang out. And as this about attracting and connecting with readers, really all of the noise in your head doesn't need to be shared with one and all on Twitter.

4. Say thank you for the retweet, it's polite but if you ever want me to retweet you again-return the favor and don't tweet me bitching about my hair. Again, you know which tweet you want others to read, if I tweeted your promo check me out and retweet my book or promo. It'll take you three minutes tops and I just might tweet you again. 

5. This a slippery thing for me and I admit I feel bad that I don't. People out there thank their followers but I don't because I have had to unfollow so many people that I don't auto follow back and it seems more rude to thank someone for following when I know I'm not going to follow them. If you are another erotica or romance writer then sure, I'll usually follow. If it's a blogger or someone who's bio says they like to read then I'll follow. But I'm not following the book quote peoples-my feed is full enough so I'm not going to follow. Also, those people who never ever retweet and are only following me because I retweet-nope not following you or tweeting your ass, it's called karma. 

6. Follow the writers in your genre, if you're writing science fiction do not follow and retweet erotica authors, this is the oddest thing I've seen happen. This might explain why no one is paying attention to your tweets. 

7. Follow bloggers, this will help you see what other writers in your genre are doing and what does and doesn't appeal to you. Tweet them as well, if there comes a time when you would like to ask them to host a spotlight or giveaway this will go a long way. 

8. Think of Twitter as a big party, if all you do is talk to about yourself and don't let others be heard your circle will grow smaller and smaller. If you're off in the corner not talking to anyone or even trying then you're not going to have a good time. 

Why I am not following or retweeting you back on Twitter

Interesting how I went batshit crazy while writing and editing for a week and barely opened Twitter only to find I'd gained several new followers. Because I know how important Twitter is and an important tool I did still do my best to retweet people who were kind of enough to retweet me because that's what I do. If a fellow writer retweets me I will retweet them (BTW pinned posts are great if you want people to retweet you easily) any way I do this because it's the right thing to do HOWEVER if I don't here's why.

Yes I tag my stuff EARTG for erotica which yes basically porn for most people, lots of shorts and reading one handed. Yet for me my writing is erotic romance, for me I have to be able to take away all the sex scenes and there still has to be a solid, heartfelt story or I don't write. That's the difference that I seem to be having a problem with on some people who follow or retweet me. I get it, it's hard and you want to do something to set yourself apart from others and do what you can to catch people's attention. But if you are tweeting pictures where tits and underbits are hanging out then no, I will not retweet you. If you are tweeting your cover or pictures with writing that talk about a pussy or cock or fucking then no I will not retweet you. There's a difference between sex and sexy and that line isn't the same for everyone, for me I don't think it's that hard to tell. But hey that's just me.

If you only tweet about yourself or your books or quotes then NO I will not follow you back because all you want is for me to retweet your stuff without you returning the favor. This isn't rocket science, it's pretty basic if you want followers and you want people to tweet you then tweet them back and if someone has been kind enough to tweet you and follow you then return the favor. 

Bring your characters to life

Are you worried you can't really see your characters? Worried they seem a bit like card board cut outs?

Some tips to add depth. 

1.) Create a bio on each character who appears in more than twenty five percent of your story. 

2.) Answer 20 questions on each character. Small things like favorite color, favorite flower, to bigger things like favorite memory, favorite food, do they have a favorite sports team?

3.) Write a short story on an event/something that happened in your character's past. At least 500 words no longer than 3,000

4.) Write a in one day of the character before the story starts, have them move around do grocery shopping, walk their dog, feed their cat, interact with their BFF, their mother, etc. Again, at least 500 words no more than 3,000

5.) Have another character in the story describe them, from that character's point of view. 

6.) Three flaws and three awesome characteristics, cusses too much, quick to anger, snaps their gum when they chew, is very unorganized, is a neat freak, is a gossip. Do they see their flaws? Do they want to change their flaws? Is super smart but not an asshole about it, has a way with animals, has a way with kids, is an idiot whisperer, always cheerful but not in a pollyanna way, can function without coffee, great cook. Do they see how awesome they are or are they humble like that? 

7.)  Give them a playlist, songs they would listen to while they work, workout, read, plays in the background of their life. 

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To make my dream come true, I’ll do anything, even put up with an asshole like Leandros Kaplan. Four years, five tops and I’ll have enough money saved to fulfill my dreams of writing full time. I know lying to him to get the job is crazy and stupid. It’s as crazy and stupid as the requirement for his new assistant to be married. I’m not married, and I’m not like his past assistants, the ones who dropped sexual innuendo daily and then would hand him their underwear when he asked for reports. I’m a freaking virgin at thirty-one.
I swear I never thought I would fall for him, it doesn’t matter that he’s a gorgeous Greek god billionaire, he’s also a jerk who takes pride in being ruthless and cold-blooded. He’s so out of my league we don’t even play the same game. He’s into dating double zero models. There’s no way he would ever be interested in a plus size like me.
When he finds out I lied I’m not surprised he wants his pound of flesh, I’m surprised he wants it in the form of my flesh, naked for him. The retribution he demands is me, whenever, however, he wants my body. I’ll give it to him, everything he demands. He doesn’t want my heart or tears, only I can’t stop giving him both, and it’s slowly tearing me apart. Can he ever forgive me for lying or will that one lie be the end of us?

3/24 New Blurb:

“Tell me why you want to work for me.”

          Blue eyes blink fast, her hands tighten in her lap, her lips thin then the ice is back. “It’s a tie between the salary and the opportunity of working for you.”

          Her voice is cool, even. Her composure in the face of my own inner unrest infuriates me, “Explain yourself.”

          Alexandra Clark is looking through me, no one has looked through me since Agatha. It incites violence within me. “I would be lying if I didn’t say the money mattered. With the money I’ll be making, things I didn’t think were possible will be.

“Then there’s working with you. Despite what movies and books want to make out, becoming a billionaire isn’t something that just happens. Thousands of people work hard and never make it. There’s an extra something that takes a person from million to billion that can’t be taught. There are people who would pay to be where I will be, but it’s me who will be paid, and very well.”

          Now, I am on an even keel. This is what I am used to, my money being the draw. It is refreshing to have a person admit money is what brings them to me. For ninety-nine-point-nine percent of people I meet, women and men, my appeal is my money. Only they want to pretend it’s something else. Begrudgingly, I give Alexa Clark another point, in addition to all the others. “You will earn your money. I do not keep banker’s hours, as you can see. While I will not expect you to work as many hours as I do you will be expected to be available to me every day of the week, to pick up when I call whatever you may be doing. Is that something you are prepared for? To work for what you want? What are you working for, Ms. Clark? What are your plans for your future?”

          I am pleased the question throws her. The ice melts for a moment. “I’m aware I’ll need to be available, and I’m willing to be.” A pause of hesitation. “I want to be able to write full time before I retire. That’s my plan for the future, working for you will make it possible. I’ve completed three novels to date, with my fourth releasing in a few months. My plan is after five years at this salary. I’ll be able to live off what I’ve saved while I write full time.”

          I am intrigued by her honesty. “What have you written?”

          “Historical fiction, set in Renaissance Italy.”

          Interesting, I wonder if I have read her before. I enjoy reading for relaxation although I do not read as often as I would like. “I can understand someone wanting to work with me if they were looking to start their own company, or work for themselves. You write about Renaissance Italy what do you hope to learn working for me?”

          “My main characters are various members of the Medici family. The Prince was written then, and it’s still as relevant now as it was then.”

          The tart reply earns her a smile, I have no control over. Her blue eyes glow in return. “You believe I would make a good character study?”

           Her head tilts ever so slightly, “I believe I’ll never find anyone better to observe. I’ve never been able to pin down Cosimo’s ambitious plans where he was always several steps ahead of everyone else. I’d like to see it in action.”

          “I do believe there is a whole chapter on avoiding flatterers.”

          “There’s flattery, and there’s fact. You’re the one who must recognize one from the other. Because of course you’ve read The Prince. Did you highlight it as well?” She responds with a quirk of those soft, plump lips. 

Excerpt:

Walking Elizabeth Ward to the elevator, I am satisfied by her happiness and effusive thanks. Dmitri owes me twenty dollars, I managed not only to hire her. I turned her from an angry shrew into a purring contented kitten.

          “She was pretty.” The words are spoken the moment the elevator closes and in Italian. I have to be wrong about the jealousy I detect. Yet when I turn it is clear on her face. Her blue eyes are a storm of emotion. “You got what you wanted. You really liked her.”

          I am drawn to Alexa, I cannot look away from her. From seeing her every emotion and desire on her beautiful face to the brilliant blue of her eyes. I hear her breath catch as she leans back in the chair behind her desk. My hands go flat on her desk to keep from reaching for her.

          I respond in English, there can be no chance of misunderstanding. “She is very pretty.” Alexa’s face tightens then her eyes fall from mine. “I did get what I wanted, I always get what I want. I got the best person for the job. That she happens to be a very pretty woman as well means nothing to me. She is now an employee, and I do not fuck employees. Ever.” Alexa inhales as sapphire blue eyes catch and hold mine and my cock screams for her. “That is all I do. I fuck, Ms. Clark. No emotions, just pleasure. Long hours, of complete and utter pleasure is all I want from a woman. Only it is not enough for many women, they get greedy for more than hours, they want days, weeks, months and several even want forever. All I want are the hours.”

          Her eyes are glittering sapphires, I want to see her naked in sapphires, a rope of them at her neck, in her ears, between her breasts. A long shuddering breath comes out of her, and I watch in painful fascination as her breasts sway. The ringing phone snaps me out of the thick haze of desire. It reminds me where I am, and who I’m talking to, at work to my employee, my married employee. Damn her for making me forget.

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Guilty confession time

I don't why it feels like a guilty confession but it just does. I love reading BDSM. HOWEVER, only by one writer. 

I've tried reading several other writers and they just didn't do it for me, even if the writing was good I just shrugged and was like ehh. I think the reason I feel guilty is because after I tried reading by other writers (and I tried I'm talking like 10-15 or so books) I was still totally against the whole BDSM thing and yes it's because I was beaten on a weekly basis by  my mother so badly I have PTSD from it. The idea of someone willingly being hurt by someone who was supposed to care for them, all I could think was that is one fucked up person and the Dom, oh yeah I had all kinds of hate for him. What kind of man gets off on hurting a woman? Was my thinking. I have an ex who was reading my stuff and we were talking about the whole 50 shades thing and he shakes his head and says 'Doesn't appeal to me in the slightest. Hurting a woman doesn't make my dick hard.' If you've read me you know I use that phrase and it's because of him. (there he gets the mention he always wanted)

So the whole BDSM thing, nope even though yeah I'll admit I am definitely submissive in the bedroom. (not a revelation if you've read my stuff) Also it just seemed like more a bother than anything, the nipple clamps, ouch motherfucker no, and the whole kneeling thing and crawling no fucking way. I shrugged it off and my thought was if that's what turns you on that's cool, it's none of my business it just isn't my cup of tea so I'll drink something else. 

But then someone wrote a review and compared me to Cherise Sinclair, on Abby when I first wrote it. Huh, cool I thought I would love to know more about who I'm being compared to. So I read a free one, the first in the series, Club Shadowlands. It was actually interesting and better than I read before but it was rather short and although I liked it there was no this awesome and she changed my mind. It was better than okay, I'd go three stars but not like great or anything. It was kind of short too and I assumed that's how all of the stories were so I shrugged and moved on. 

Then I got a mention by someone last year, a different reader who also compared me to Cherise Sinclair and gave me all kinds of love for it. So I broke down and bought the first in another series Master of the Mountain and OH MY GOD.  It was so damn good, amazing writing so good that by the end of the story I straight up went back to the beginning and started reading it all over again (I've only done that once Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.) And just like the first time it got me hot and bothered and ahh, and sighing all over the damn place. 

Do I think I write like her? Hell if I know but I fucking hope so because she is so good I've bought five other books-I would buy more but my budget for book buying isn't as big as I would like it to be and they are soo good I'm good rereading them. I LOVE books I can reread. 

If nothing else I hope I'm like her because she wrote something so well it changed my mind and I finally get the BDSM thing. So much so for a hot minute it was actually appealing-but for just a minute no crawling on the floor for me but that's the thing to be so good it makes someone rethink to feel differently...that's magic. As writers I believe we all strive to make our readers feel, to connect to step outside their world and into the ones we created and never want to leave. So yeah, confession I read something and stepped into a world I never thought I wanted to and while I'm reading I never want to leave.