All Your Love

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(Lesbian Women’s Fiction/Romance)

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Cassie Slazak has been living a lie for a decade.

As the secret lover of Bianca Durand, the daughter of Massachusetts’ newly elected governor, Cassie wants Bianca to tell the world about their long term affair. But when Bianca gets engaged to a respected lawyer, who’s admired by both of Bianca’s parents, Cassie’s dreams are crushed. She not only rejected her high school sweetheart, and her small town life she adored, but her Catholic faith for a woman who has controlled her for too long.

When Cassie’s grandmother has fallen gravely ill, she returns to Delpoint, Pennsylvania to pay her last respects to the woman who raised her. Not only will she confront her past, but Freddie Koeman, the woman Cassie once betrayed for a possible future with Bianca. To her surprise, Freddie has forgiven Cassie, but Cassie’s guilt keeps Freddie at a distance.

Bianca refuses to let Cassie leave her, using threats and emotional blackmail to keep Cassie under her thumb. But Cassie is finished with Bianca’s deceit, turning to her family and God to give her the strength to move on, and perhaps find salvation in Freddie’s arms, who is more than willing to share all her love.

 

Excerpt:

The creaking of the wooden floor under my chair as I rocked relaxed me. I zoned out as I listened to the wind in the trees and the soft tinkling of some wind chime nearby. I started to close my eyes, but the loud puttering of a motor drew me out of my meditation. A person in a dark helmet wearing a leather jacket drove a black and red motorcycle up the driveway and parked behind Aunt Lorraine’s car. I stopped rocking but didn’t rise to greet the visitor. The person shut down their bike and took off their helmet. Freddie flipped back her hair and hopped off the bike.

I gripped the arms of the chair to stop from running inside. It was better to confront her before it spiraled out of control. I didn’t understand why after so many years she wanted to talk. She had stayed away the few times I came home for Christmas. I always stuck close to the house, never venturing out to my old haunts where we might bump into one another.

She walked up the front steps, not waiting for an invitation as she sat down in the chair next to me. “Why are you sitting out here?”

I’m enjoying the crisp Pennsylvania air. It’s different in Boston.” I dropped my hands in my lap. “Nice bike. Is it new?”

Freddie rested her head on the back of the chair and rocked like she didn’t have a care in the world. “I’m giving the Sportster a test run. Parker rebuilt it basically from scratch. He’s thinking of expanding his shop to sell motorcycles and sport bikes.”

“That’s great,” I said, clearing the tickle in my throat. Parker used to dirt bike race and had dreams of racing professionally, but that came to a halt when he ended up in a car accident that left him with a bad limp.

“Yup, he’s doing great. We’re all doing quite well for ourselves.”

She sent me a mocking grin. What did she want from me? It was apparent she was angry with me still. Telling her to get over it wouldn’t go over well, so I would remain cordial and hoped it kept her animosity at bay for my time here.

“That’s great, really,” I said again, at a loss for words.

“Really?” she snorted and crossed her leg over the other.

“What do you want me to say, Freddie?”

She exhaled and a small smile appeared on her face. “I once loved how you said my name in that breathless whisper of yours.”

 

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Always Been You

Perfect for readers who like sexy rock star chicks!

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As assistant general manager of the prestigious Janus Casino in her hometown of Atlantic City, Whitney Baker’s life couldn’t be better. At twenty-seven, she’s on the fast track in her career, although her love life has stalled. But when it’s announced one of the biggest pop singers in the world will headline at the casino, Whitney’s past comes back to haunt her big time. Singing diva Corinne Simone was Whitney’s friend in high school, and her secret teenage crush. Graduation night, she lost her virginity to Corinne, who then rejected Whitney for her shot at stardom.

Corinne has returned home not only for the offer of a lifetime but to change her life. She’s sick of the secrets and lies she was forced to show the world in order to become a pop culture phenomenon.

Now is the perfect time to reveal her true self to her fans. But it might be too late to right the wrongs of the past and embrace the life she was born to live.

 

Excerpt:

“What do you want from me?” The honesty and longing in her voice made my legs tremble, as ridiculous as it sounded.

“I want to stop hiding.” She cupped my shoulders, her thumbs rubbing gently. “That means doing what I want and how I want it and not being influenced by those who use me to pad their bank accounts or take all the credit for my hard work.” She closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose. “I’m going to announce to the world who I really am.”

“And who are you?” My voice cracked and my breathing deepened.

“Someone you can love again.” She ran her fingers down my cheek, stopping to stroke my chin. “I’m going to announce I’m gay.”

A brave move on her part that could still damage her career. I curled my hand around hers where it rested on my face and squeezed, pulling it away before I kissed her. My anger over her hurtful rejection vanished. I didn’t know if we would ever be as close as we once were, but I would stop obsessing over the pain she had caused to my fragile emotions ten years prior.

“I wish you the best and hope it goes well for you.” I released her hand, but she still held on, her eyes widening and a stunned expression appearing.

“That’s all you have to say?” She shook her head.

I tried shrugging her other hand off my shoulder, but I failed and shifted back, wedged into the piano. “What do you want me to say?”

“I just admitted I love you and you act like it’s no big deal.” Her lips dropped in a scowl. “All you can say is good luck?”

“Why are you involving me in your decision? You think we can go back to what we once had when we were kids?” I pushed her away.

“Give me a chance, please. I can’t do it alone.” She reached out to grab me, but I shifted to the side, trying to escape.

“You can do it without me.” I hurried toward the door.

“You’re not walking away from me a second time.” She grabbed my arm.

“Let me go!” I struggled, digging my heels into the floor.

She hauled me to the center of the room and toward the piano. I pressed my palm on her chest to thrust her away, but she clasped the back of my head and her mouth crashed down on mine. I gasped under her lips and her flicking tongue as she tried gaining entrance to my mouth. I caged her tongue between my lips and we both moaned.

“I missed you so much,” she said in a low voice that made my inner thighs clench.

I was drowning in turbulent feelings erupting because of Corinne and the need I tasted on each breath she took on my mouth. The temptation too hard to ignore, I sucked down on her tongue. She rewarded me by kissing me harder.

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Craveheart: The Forbidden Tale of the Loch Ness Monster

Back in 2013 when I started to embrace self-publishing, there was a lot of talk about a certain type of niche stories being published, specifically on Amazon, now better known as monster erotica. These stories are shorts at under 30 pages, and usually priced at $2.99, highlighting such creatures as Bigfoot, aliens and dinosaurs getting their freak on in some eyebrow raising ways. I had joked that one day I would write my own monster erotica, but featuring a creature that doesn’t get too much monster erotica love- the Loch Ness Monster.

Three years later, writing something along the lines of monster erotica was always in the back of my mind. I hemmed and hawed on writing something featuring the Loch Ness Monster finding his happily ever after UNTIL… I was dared to. So, in December, a few weeks before the end of 2015, I sat down to write an paranormal erotica featuring the Loch Ness Monster.

 

This is what I came up with:

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Because it started out as a dare, and why should Bigfoot, orcs, alpha aliens and billionaire dinosaurs have all the fun?

When sexy witch Fiona catches her boyfriend boinking one of the bridesmaids at a Scottish wedding on Halloween night, she storms out of the hall. Fuming mad, she ends up on a secluded path leading to the infamous Loch Ness. The dark water calls to her…so why not? To cool off, she throws caution to the wind and her clothes on the rocks as she indulges in a midnight skinny dip in the loch.

When the renowned Loch Ness Monster joins her, she’s shocked to learn the lore is true. The monster does exist! And soon, Fiona’s swim becomes an erotic kinktastic underwater adventure she’ll never forget!

WARNING: This paranormal erotica has, a redhead with a temper, naughty skinny dipping in the Loch Ness, and a strapping bearded lumberjack highlander with mammoth thighs. Also, the lovesick Loch Ness Monster with a massive forked tongue and way too many frisky tentacles makes an appearance.

 

Excerpt (This is the only tame one I can post because of the subject matter):

Upon reaching a bend in the path, the trees and foliage broke apart to show a large body of water in front of her. She stopped at the shoreline, enthralled. It was the Loch Ness! Here the fog wasn’t as thick, and the moon above shimmered on top of the water. Looking left and then right, the vast lake went on for miles. She flexed her toes in the dirt, catching sight of a wooden dock jetting a quarter way out. It would be perfect for her to sit on and splash her feet in the water or dive into and float so she could stare up at the sky and view the stars above.

A sense of peace came over her as she studied this beautiful liquid landscape. Her ancestors must have bathed and swam in these very waters! Now, she would do the same.

She inched forward to let the water lap at her feet. Not too chilly. It was almost like a bath. She stepped in deeper and the water came up to her thighs. So nice against her skin.

Scanning the area, she searched for any humans, or other animals who might witness her here. Other than the moon, there was no other light to reveal her hiding space. It was also very quiet, perhaps too quiet. Come to think of it, she hadn’t heard any birds or insects making noise since coming this way. Shrugging it off before her overactive imagination took over, she walked over to the dock and walked on the wooden boards to the edge, where she stopped and looked into the murky depths. It was pitch black. She couldn’t say how deep it was, but it should only be a few feet.

Scanning the area one last time, she drew off her dress and pulled down her thong, leaving them in a heap next to her heels. Another giggle escaped her as she opened her arms and sighed. A slight breeze coasted along her body, making her nipples tighten and the curls guarding her kitty cat flutter. Soon, her whole body would be wet from her dip in the loch.

“Here goes, nothing!” she said and, holding her breath, dove in.

Once she hit the water, she swam to the top and waded. It felt fantastic! The loch was like a warm blanket. It also didn’t taste salty or grimy. She dove under again until she panted from the exertion and then floated on her back. She spread open her arms and legs for balance and closed her eyes.

“This was the best decision I made,” she whispered, and dipped down until she was submerged.

When she came to the surface again, the fog that had vanished now reappeared with a more greenish tint to it. Also, the breeze picked up, coasting around her head and through her hair. She opened her eyes, sensing she was no longer alone.

“Hello?” she still called out.

Fiona.…

She flinched, swearing she heard her name. She stilled her swimming, listening for any strange sounds. When it was quiet again, she decided to move closer to the shoreline.

She had just started to swim in that direction but froze when something hard brushed the inside of her thigh. She squeaked and kicked out at it. Suddenly, something slick and bumpy, curled around her inner thigh, pinching the skin near her pussy.

“What the hell is going on?” She slapped at the mysterious object that had taken hold of her other leg.

Be still….Won’t hurt you….Want to give you pleasure….

The voice now spoke in her head instead of near her ear. She splashed around, trying to break free, but then her arms were pulled away from her body. As she fell into the water, something smooth and solid moved under her ass, keeping her stationary.

Panic set in. She whimpered as another smooth and slick object rubbed her ass. She closed her eyes, wishing this was all a bad dream. When something tugged on her hair hard, she opened her eyes and gasped. In front of her, a water spray of flashing rainbow colors rose above. She was suddenly drowsy and could only blink in a daze as the rainbow hues fell over her, making her body tingle.

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The Lock (Dark Path #3)

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The dark path continues for Erika and Max as secrets unfold and threaten to destroy all they hold dear…

Erika Walsh’s every dream has come true. She’s received both critical and public acclaim for her best-selling erotic romance, and has chosen the magnetic millionaire and BDSM club owner Maxwell Crawford as the keeper of her heart. Although, her former crush Chris Milton still refuses to accept her decision. As she plans her wedding to Max, she’s confronted with his past and the many secrets he’s kept under lock and key –for good reason.

When Max’s older brother, Daniel, a big Hollywood producer falls ill, Erika and Max rush to Los Angeles to help him recover. Max is shocked to find Daniel has become the victim of a blackmailer who seeks revenge against the brothers. Max must confront the loathsome Abraham Rovner, a former classmate from high school, who has never forgiven him for breaking off their relationship.

Abraham brings out Max’s lurking deviant nature, which sends him to a dark place in his mind. Erika must find the strength to help her lover purge his demons, even though it may come at a major cost for them both.

 

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“What if I say no?” She captured his finger in her mouth and bit down hard. He cursed and fisted the front of her dress, making her rise before him.

“You’re not allowed to say no.” He stroked the center of her throat.

“But you can use your safeword.”

She sucked on his finger to soothe the pain she’d inflicted, letting it drop out of her mouth. He traced her lips with his damp finger, waiting for her answer. Impatience flared in his eyes.

“Do you give me your punishment at The Gate and make me an example, or do we stay here and keep it private?” She dropped her hand over his still clutching her dress. His grip was like iron, rock hard and immovable.

“It’s for my pleasure alone and no one else’s. Let me share this with you and all is forgiven.”

His use of the word ‘share’ put her more at ease. She didn’t know why she held off so long. Many engaged in anal sex with a loving partner. But for some reason that position felt too invasive and incredibly naughty. It was the final frontier in this sexual odyssey with Max. Time to take the jump. With Max the consequences would be well worth it.

“Take me then, Master.” She dipped her head in submission.

A loud inhale from Max came from above her head. He wrapped an arm around her and hugged her as he escorted her to the bedroom they shared. With each step and brush of fabric, the flesh of her buttocks prickled with the reminder of his handprint. Her inner thighs were already coated with her prerelease, her inner core expanding in anticipation for what was to come.

When they entered the bedroom, he shut the door. He ran his hands down her arms and then finally claimed her mouth in a kiss. With only their lips touching, their tongues joined together, curling and lapping around one another. She tasted the succulence Max radiated, always thirsty for him and what he gave her.

He broke off the kiss first, his chest heaving. Circling her, he viewed her for his pleasure, a proud display of his ownership.

“Take off everything,” he ordered then turned on the stereo.

Pink Floyd filled the room. He loved playing the progressive rock band when they made love, specifically when he experimented with different toys and positions that would take her to the heights of pleasure she had yet to explore. She would lose count of the amount of times she came, always ending up a sweaty quivering mess on the verge of blacking out from the explosive sensations he pushed her to accept. Now she would accept another forbidden taboo.

She left her dress, bra, and underwear on the floor and waited for his next instruction. He lit a few candles on the dresser and on the end table, casting a tranquil glow in the room. The drapes were half open, the lights of the buildings near them joining in. He then got undressed, taking his time, unlike her. He stripped in front of her, purposely displaying his provocative assets hiding under his suit, making her more hot and bothered.

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Burning For You (Lovestruck #2)

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(reprint from 2011. Newly edited and revised)

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Patrick Medcaff is a thirty-something blue collar worker trying to make ends meet in Manhattan. He dreams of owning a condo, and in order to do that he has to work a part-time job along with his full time job as a handyman at the ritzy St. Jennings hotel. Patrick will be the newest addition to the New York City College janitorial staff where he is introduced to the shark looking handsome Dean of the Economics department, Christian Jennings.

When Christian and Patrick meet, sparks fly between the two. Patrick thinks nothing can come out of their attraction because Christian is a college graduate who comes from an affluent family made of money, while he barely has two pennies to rub together. Christian, on the other hand, can’t get Patrick off his mind, and will prove that although they are opposites in every way, their desires for one another can’t be ignored.

Soon these two are embarking on a secret love affair. But when an ex-boyfriend of Patrick’s comes back to claim him, Christian will do whatever he can to keep Patrick as his own.

 

Excerpt…

“Let me be blunt here. What the hell is going on, Jennings? Is this the wine talking, or are you just horny and need some random guy to get you off?”

Christian frowned and removed his hand. “I take offense at that. I’m not trolling some bathhouse looking to get my rocks off. You can’t deny there’s something going on between us. I felt it when we met in my office.”

“I think it’s the wine talking. I’m not available for what you want. I don’t have…. Listen, I just ended a bad relationship and I’m not ready for another. Okay?”

Christian gave him a pointed stare and raised an eyebrow. “Really? I think it’s an excuse. You can’t tell me you don’t feel our attraction for each other.”

Patrick was at a loss for words. He was ready to explode, and his heart was racing. And it didn’t help that Christian kept looking at him like he wanted to lick him from head and toe. When Christian moved forward and inserted his knee near his crotch, Patrick couldn’t take it any longer. He needed to leave before he reached across the table and started kissing the life out of this man who made him feel way off center.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” He slid out of the booth. Christian held out his hand, but he moved away before Christian could stop him. As he made his way to the bathroom, he spotted the exit door through which Tonya had made her escape.

He pushed the door open and strode out to a dark alley. Seeing no one, he ducked behind an out-of-order phone booth and leaned against the brick wall. He closed his eyes, took some deep breaths, and cupped his crotch. The slight cool autumn air ruffled his hair. He couldn’t believe he was actually considering it, but maybe if he took a few minutes to he make himself come, he’d be more in control around Christian.

He opened his eyes when he heard the back door open and the muffled sounds of music. The door closed with a bang, and footsteps shuffled over the pavement.

“Patrick?”

There was no use in keeping quiet. Christian would find him soon enough. “Over here.”

“Are you feeling well?” Christian stood in front of him.

He sighed. “How did you know I was out here?”

“I watched you leave. Are you feeling okay?” Christian gave his shoulder a light squeeze.

He swallowed as Christian’s thumb brushed over his collar bone. “I’m not feeling too hot.”

Christian’s licked his bottom lip. “I think I know what can make you feel better.

“What I need is—”

Christian pressed his mouth against Patrick’s and slid his tongue inside. Patrick gasped and spread his fingers across the lean chest. Christian responded by pressing him into the side of the old, rusted phone booth. His knee went between Patrick’s legs and bumped against his groin.

Oh my God. He’s kissing me!

Christian swiped the inside of his mouth with his tongue. “Kiss me back, damn it,” he ordered and bit down on Patrick’s bottom lip.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Patrick whispered as Christian rubbed up against him.

“Just…a few…minutes. Okay?” Christian said between eager kisses.

Ah, why not? He inhaled, wrapped his arms around the older man, and stuck out his tongue to play with Christian’s.

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