Steamy Extended Excerpt – Defending it All

Book Five in the Punishment Pit Series is now available, and it is SMOKING hot! Check out this extended peek into Defending it All:

Now that Tiff was safe, his fear was transferring from her personal safety to their future as a couple. With regret, he acknowledged there was more than a small chance he’d leave this house as alone as he’d arrived tonight. He was about to solidify their relationship—or hammer a nail in it. He’d change it if he could, but he was a Dom at his core. He’d proven he could bend, but there were some lines he wouldn’t cross.

I can’t put up with blatant disobedience. She put herself in danger. There’s no sweeping her poor decisions under the rug. I can’t be a pussy. I have to make this a punishment she’ll never forget.

He ran a security company and had acquired many enemies. He wasn’t always going to have time to explain his orders. He needed to know he could trust Tiffany to obey him. Knowing that punishing her was the right thing to do didn’t make it easier. There was a real possibility she could tell him to fuck off.

A truth most people didn’t understand was that strong D/s relationships always came down to consent. In the end, Lukus knew he was powerless. He knew what he needed to do, so their fate was now in Tiffany’s hands. Without her consent, it was game over. He wasn’t a big gambler, but knowing how new she was to the BDSM lifestyle, he put their odds of making it through the next few intense hours as a couple at 50/50.

Taking another deep breath, he exited the car, taking long, determined strides up the walk. Markus opened the door before he got there. Lukus hesitated as the two men communicated silently their joint relief at how the situation had played out since separating at the airport. He moved past Markus, desperate to see Tiffany. He could think of only one thing: he needed to hold her.

“Tiffany!” He was almost running by the time he hit the great room.

The sight of her pressed into the corner like a naughty sub stirred confusing feelings. When she turned to peek at him, her vulnerability cut him. His breath caught at the sight of her tear-stained face and mussed hair. Her lips quivered, and all Lukus could think of was kissing them until they were tender. Her name escaped in a groan as he rushed towards her. “Aw, Tiff.”

She broke her pose to rush into his arms. He squeezed her so tight she groaned under the pressure. She reciprocated, holding onto him as if her life depended on never letting go. Through her sobs, he heard words that turned him cold.

“Please, Lukus, don’t hate me. I know I disappointed you, but I won’t be able to take it if you tell me you hate me. I can take anything but that. I’m so sorry. I promise you, I didn’t know it was that big of a deal.”

His mind reeled. How could she not have known how he felt about her?

Maybe because you’ve never told her, sport. Not clearly. Fix it, asshole.

She launched into a new wave of apologies before he stifled her, capturing her trembling lips in a passionate kiss. He’d taken her by surprise, forcing his tongue deep to tangle with her own. She tasted like mint and vodka. He crushed her body against his own as he let their shared passion run wild, and felt her legs failing to support her. By the time he ended the kiss, she was lying boneless in his arms. She didn’t know it, but she’d just subconsciously demonstrated her surrender to his authority over her body.

He weaved his fingers through her long, blonde hair, yanking her head back, forcing her to look up into his eyes. He was relieved to see the fear gone from her gaze.

“Are you listening to me, Tiffany?”

Her voice was small. “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s good, because I have something important to say, and I’d hate for you to miss it. Although, I do plan on saying it often.” He saw her confusion and couldn’t stop his grin. “Don’t you ever ask me again if I hate you. That insults me, and it insults what we have together. People who hate each other don’t share kisses like we just shared. Got it?”

She managed to nod slowly. It looked like she was trying to make sense of his cryptic words. He decided to help her.

“I thought something bad had happened to you, baby. I’ve spent hours in hell, beating myself up for not keeping you safe—for not leading you better, so you knew how important it was for you to obey me today. My brain has run amok with a million what-ifs, and you know what? Not once did I think about hating you. On the contrary, you know what I realized today?”

She still didn’t seem to trust her voice, opting to slowly shake her head instead.

“Today is the day I realized that, for the first time in my thirty-four years, I’m totally in love. I honestly wasn’t sure it could happen to me, but it has. So, hate? Never, baby. I love you, Tiffany O’Sullivan.”

Her tears were back. “Oh God, I’ve loved you for weeks, Lukus, but I was too afraid to say it. I thought it would freak you out,” she sobbed.

Lukus chuckled. “Before today, it might have. But not anymore. All I could think about was keeping you safe, and how I was going to feel if something bad happened to you, and that I hadn’t even told you how I felt.”

“But I don’t understand why we were in danger in the first place. Why didn’t you just tell me what was going on?”

He heard her challenge and lowered his grip to her neck, squeezing hard enough to ensure he had her attention. “I have a lot of enemies, baby. I run two businesses, and both require me to occasionally knock heads with dangerous people I have no intention of exposing you to. I will explain things to you when I can, but know this; I expect to be obeyed without question when you’re given a clear order. Not every order will be life or death, but it’s not your job to decide when to obey and when not to.” Her pupils flared in recognition of his authority; her challenge was replaced with submission under his dominant stare.

Lukus added commandingly, “I hope you’ve noticed that I’m trying hard to compromise and consult with you on decisions, Tiff. Trust me when I say I’ve never done that with a woman before. I love your sass. Your intelligence. But here’s the deal: you’ve told me you want me as your Dom. More importantly, we agreed I’m your HoH. That means I have final say on the rules. You follow them, or there are consequences. Were my instructions about staying home and locked in the house unclear?”

He saw the spark in her eye. She was tempted to argue, but fought it down. “No, Sir. Your instructions were clear,” she whispered.

“So tell me: what’s going to happen next?”

It was a good thing he was holding her tightly because he felt her shaking again. In the past, the fear on a sub’s face had helped feed his Dominant ego. Tonight, the fear on the face of the woman he loved filled him with dread.

Be strong.

“I’m waiting,” he continued. “What do you think I should do?” He waited patiently for her to say the words.

“You’re going to punish me for disobeying you.”

“That’s right. I think we’ve both been dreading this night.”

“Then I don’t get it. If we both dread it, why—”

Lukus lifted his fingers to her lips to shush her. “Stop. This is part of the deal, baby. Let me ask you a question. Are you even sorry you disobeyed me, or are you just saying it because you don’t want to be punished? Think about your answer carefully.”

He saw emotions dancing across her face, and was relieved when she settled on looking guilty. “I really am sorry I didn’t listen to you. I didn’t even have any fun because I felt so guilty the whole time we were there,” she admitted.

“I was hoping that would be your answer. Let me be clear. You’re going to hate every single second of your punishment tonight. I’m going to make sure of it, because I’ll be damned if you’re ever going to put me through that hell again, do you hear me? In fact, you’re going to hate this punishment for many days. I’m gonna make sure you think of me each and every time you sit down for a long time.” She was still trembling as he continued. “But there is some good news.”

“I highly doubt that.”

There was his sassy Tiff, right on schedule. He fought the urge to smile.

“Careful. The good news is that when your punishment is over tomorrow night, it’s over. You’ll be forgiven, and you should never feel guilty about tonight ever again.”

“That’s good, I guess. Wait… You said tomorrow night.”

“Yep. Small infractions earn small punishments. Broken rules around safety will always earn at least twenty-four hours of punishment time with me,” he told her.

“But… I mean… I have to work tomorrow.”

“No problem. I have a plan. If I were you, I’d be on my feet as much as possible tomorrow.”

She opened her mouth to argue, but caught herself before saying something that would make her situation worse. He waited for her submissive, “Yes, Sir.”

His eyes remained locked with Tiffany’s as he talked to his best friend. “Markus, we didn’t discuss this, but I figure if the girls want to get into trouble together, maybe they should be punished together. What do you say to Tiffany and I helping you and Brianna break in your dungeon tonight?”

It was obvious Tiffany hated the idea, which was the main reason he’d suggested it. The more he did to make the next few hours of her life miserable, the better his chances of never having to repeat the lesson.

Markus stood next to Brianna, who was still obediently keeping her nose in the corner—which was impressive considering all of the commotion going on around her. He answered as he tenderly stroked his wife’s ass. “That’s an excellent suggestion. I’m not sure whose idea it was to leave the house, but it doesn’t really matter. It’s time you ladies learn how lucky you are to have each other, which means you also need to watch out for each other. If one of you has a bad idea, I expect the other to talk you both out of making the mistake.”

Brianna breaking her silence with a full confession surprised Lukus. “This is totally my fault,” she admitted. “Tiffany didn’t want to go, but I made her. I knew how to push her buttons to get her to say yes.”

Markus said exactly what Lukus had been thinking. “Well, it was pretty brave of you to take responsibility, considering what’s at stake. Then again, you wouldn’t be taking the blame in hopes of getting a few extra pain-induced orgasms, would you?”

Lukus eyed him squeezing her ass before Markus burst her bubble.

“Because you will not have one single orgasm for the next twenty-four hours. Is that clear, Brianna?”

“Yes, Master.”

Lukus hid his smile from Tiffany at Bri’s dejected tone of voice. “Is that true, Tiff?” he said. “Did Brianna make you go out?”

She looked tempted to let her friend take the blame, but he was testing her. He knew Tiffany didn’t do anything unless she’d agreed to it. He was going to be disappointed in her if she let her best friend take the fall alone.

“No, Sir. It was her idea, but she never could have made me go unless I agreed.”

Markus pulled his wife away from the wall to look down into her eyes. “Brianna, take Tiffany to the dungeon. Both of you prepare yourself for your punishment. They may be our guests, but it’s our dungeon. That means she’ll follow our rules. Do you understand?”

Lukus wasn’t sure what Markus was talking about, but the uneasy look on Brianna’s face as she glanced at Tiffany with a look chock-full of embarrassment and guilt had him more than curious. She quietly agreed. “Yes, Sir. Come on, Tiff.”

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Royalty, American Style!

I feel like I have perfect timing with my newest release.  With so much talk these days about Prince Harry and his new American “Princess” Meghan, American Royalty is a hot topic.  Unfortunately, my own American Royalty is ficticious, but that doesn’t make Colton King any less yummy.  After all, our heroes from our professional sports are the closest thing we have to royalty, next to the Kardashians, of course. 🙂

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Harper refuses to be the next notch on the King of Baseball’s bedpost.

Playboy Colton King is American royalty… sports royalty that is. The MLB all-star is also the newest millionaire bachelor in an R-rated cable reality show. Six gorgeous women are prepared to do anything to win him as their prize. So why does he only want the one woman on the set he’s not supposed to have?

Harper Gardener wasn’t supposed to be part of the show, but when Colton turns his charms in her direction, she finds resistance is futile. Can she make it out with her heart still in tact and without being made the fool on national television?

Author’s Note: This book first appeared in the Royally, Mine boxed set that was released in August, 2017.  I have added on approximately 8K new words to give readers a glimpse into their first Christmas morning together.

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An Excerpt from Harper’s POV:

“Okay, introductions are finished. The participants have mingled over drinks for thirty minutes. Mr. Wallace gave the green light for me to start serving the first course as soon as they’re seated,” Cecelia, long time caretaker of the property, confirmed.

“Sounds good. The salads are in the walk-in fridge on a tray to the right. I made a couple homemade dressings, too.”

“Wow, such talent. You’ve only been here a few hours.” The kind, older woman’s smile was genuine, a rare commodity in Harper’s life recently. “It’s so nice to have the kitchen back in use again after all these years. The Ungers weren’t well the last few years they resided here and well, the main house has been empty now going on a year.”

“I can’t believe this dream kitchen has been laying to waste. And don’t tell Mr. Wallace, but I cheated a bit. I made one of my signature dishes from my old job. I could make this ravioli dish in my sleep. I’ll have to work my way up to harder entrees after I get the lay of the kitchen,” Harper added.

But it wasn’t the kitchen she was worried about. It was the long list of special requests from the temperamental participants in the show that concerned her. Having dietary restrictions was one thing. The lists of things some of these women refused to eat read like a culinary final exam: what meal can you make from water and this stalk of celery?

Two identified as a vegan, which in and of itself was difficult for a chef responsible for feeding a large group of people. Another refused to eat carbs or dairy. A fourth hated vegetables and seafood while a fifth would only eat vegetables and seafood. Add in a gluten free and sugar free request and she felt like the producers should call her part of the show, Mission Impossible.

This should be fun.

The one thing she knew for sure was that they would all be hating tonight’s dinner. She’d kept it simple, with soup, salad, pasta and dessert, but based on the information sheets, each of the women would be equally disappointed by their first meal in their temporary home. She could only hope they’d be too distracted by the misogynistic asshole they were all trying to woo to notice.


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Ready to be Rescued?

Happy Release Day To Me!!

It has been a long journey that started over a year ago, but the sixth, and final, Black Light book of 2017 went live today.  Black Light: Rescued is the continuation of Khloe Monroe and Ryder Helm’s story that started at Valentine’s Day when they were paired together by the roulette wheel.  There was never a couple more unlikely to make it than the deep-cover CIA agent and the A-List actress, yet neither of them could get the other out of their hearts, and minds.  When Ryder finds out Khloe is in danger, there is nothing that is going to keep him away from protecting her.

Rescued is a fast paced, suspense story with a sexy love story wove in-between.  You’ll get to visit with some of your old BL friends, and meet several new.

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Sex… Spies… Stalkers… Stars

Three incredible hours was all it took to form a bond that refuses to be broken.

Saying goodbye after Valentine Roulette had crushed them both, but Ryder Helms is a realist.  He knows his CIA covert career will never allow him to be with a superstar like Khloe Monroe. Deep undercover in Russia, Ryder has done unspeakable things to prove his loyalty to the Volkov Bratva. When faced with a morality test no man should have to take, he’s forced to burn years of undercover work, earning himself very powerful and dangerous enemies who will stop at nothing to exact their revenge.

Now an A-list Hollywood actress, Khloe discovers that with fame comes danger. When she is uncertain whom she can trust, she turns to her friends, Chase and Jaxson, for help. She didn’t expect them to bring in an experienced bodyguard. A dominant who had the power to command her body, and crush her heart.

Discovering Khloe was in danger is all it takes to bring Ryder to her side, but was his presence putting her at even more risk?   It terrifies him to think of what the Volkovs would do if they got their hands on the actress who had stolen his heart.

He knew one thing for certain.  No one got to hurt Khloe Monroe but himself.


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New Release – Just in time for 4th of July!

Happy 4th of July to all of my American readers and fans!  And happy Tuesday to everyone else. 🙂 LOL  I hope everyone’s summer is off to a great start (or winter for my Australian friends!)   I’m celebrating America’s Independence Day with a hot new military suspense story, Call Sign: Thunder.   Check out this fun excerpt!

Extended Excerpt: 

This was the part of the mission Zach hated the most. The waiting sucked. It wasn’t exactly like he could play a game of Angry Birds on his phone or text his friends at Camp Lejeune back in North Carolina. He needed to watch his six.

He turned off the engine. He was used to the ringing that hummed through his ears from the helicopter engine. It took several minutes to grow accustomed to the sudden silence of the forest surrounding him. He took his headphones off and flipped the switch on the dash that allowed him to listen in on the comms with his squad, not that they’d be doing much talking for the next thirty minutes. They’d be on radio silence until they arrived at the compound.

The buzzing sound of insects replaced the buzz in his ears. The late summer heat was oppressive as the sounds of the active forest life infiltrated the cockpit of the small helicopter. He unlatched the triangle of a window next to him, pushing it out the few inches, hoping to catch a breeze.

A familiar yearning for a cigarette hit him right on schedule. He’d given up the nasty habit over two years before and most of the time he didn’t miss lighting up. The only times he truly missed his previous habit was when out drinking with his buddies, and during downtime like this while he waited to pick up the gang after they got to play Superman.

If they were Superman, what did that make him?

The snap of a nearby twig grabbed his full attention. The tall trees surrounding the slight clearing he was parked in now obscured what little moonlight they’d had on the flight in. He leaned down to grab his high-powered flashlight, shining it into the surrounding trees, looking for anything that could pose a danger to his location.

Not for the first time, he was glad he wasn’t afraid of the dark. The night was pitch black; the kind of dark that could hide the boogieman. He was about to turn off the light and chalk the sound up to a small animal when his narrow beam of light caught a flash of red moving about ten yards into the dense tree cover.

“Fuck.” He threw the flashlight to the floor, reaching for the ignition button, bringing the engine to life. He had just lifted his baby off the grassy ground when a half dozen men rushed out of the trees, heading for him with their weapons drawn, pointed his way.

Thunder didn’t hesitate, lifting up quickly and pitching to the right as soon as the copter cleared the treetops. The sound of gunfire could be heard a split second before the bullets started ripping through the bottom of the helicopter. The sound of projectiles ricocheting threatened to deafen him in the confined space, and he cursed taking his ear protection off.

Yeah, well, if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have known how close they were.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he was out of range of the guerrillas he had left behind, but he wasn’t foolish enough to think he was out of danger. He grabbed his comms unit and broke radio silence.

“Watch your six, Superman. Thunder taking fire. Headed to secondary location ahead of schedule. Copy?”

“Copy that, Thunder. Looks like we might have been expected.”
”Copy that, Superman. On standby.”
Major McIntyre had said the words he’d been thinking. No one should have been in the

forest tonight. It was why they’d chosen that location for their drop off. It was mountainous terrain, miles away from the nearest farms or crime compounds. If they had a welcoming committee at their drop off, there was a good chance they might have company at the Blanco Compound or, worse yet, the pick-up rendezvous.

Zach started running contingency plans through his head and decided to deviate from his planned flight plan. It might be risky, but he needed to get eyes on the compound to see what the squad would be stepping into. He banked hard left, heading south for ten miles before circling around to come at the compound from the opposite direction. This was a risky flight because it would have him flying directly over Carlos Blanco’s mountaintop residence, located three miles south of the compound. At this hour, any movement there meant the whole area was awake and waiting for them.

Thunder flew as low as possible, the running boards of the helicopter skimming the treetops more than once. This—this was what he lived for. His ability to go where most of his peers wouldn’t dare was why he was the most requested pilot.

The drug lord’s personal fortress was over the next ridge. Zach would fly west of the tall wall meant to keep out unwanted visitors. Their recon of the residence had shown armed guards would be in strategically placed towers at the corners of the property. He’d need to steer clear of them or he might be taking her back with a few more bullet holes.

The second he cleared the ridge, he knew he was in trouble. Several high-power spotlights shone into the sky from the four corner towers of the property. The engine of the Huey was one of the quietest in their fleet, but he knew that out in the country it would be more than loud enough to be picked up by the goons on the ground. He banked left, confident he could avoid the searchlight long enough to get out of range of the rifles.

What he hadn’t counted on was the enemy arming the tower guards with the very ground to air missiles they were on a mission to destroy. The bomb tore through the tail of the copter with a thunderous explosion. Zach’s training kicked in, allowing him to keep his cool long enough to send his mayday.

“Mayday, mayday, Superman. Hit by bogie over target’s crib. Thunder going down. Need to call for backup bus.”

“Roger that, Thunder. Hoof it to the rendezvous for extraction.”

There was little control left. Zach struggled to navigate to the only small clearing in sight, setting down hard enough to lurch his body forward. Only the heavy seatbelt buckling him in kept him from projecting out through the front windshield.

The immediate silence of the dead engine was replaced with the crackling of fire. He needed to get out before the whole craft blew up.

Or before those assholes get here with their guns.

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Allison Benson wants to cut loose as an exchange student in Colombia, finally away from her father’s overbearing protectiveness for the first time. But she grows careless and soon finds herself being kidnapped, headed for certain hell on earth.

Captain Zachary Garrett shouldn’t even be on the ground in the Colombian forest, but the helicopter he was piloting was shot down behind enemy lines. When he hears a distinctly American, distinctly female voice screaming for help, he realizes that he is probably the only hope the beautiful woman has of escape.

After he has returned her to safety, she disappears from his life, but he can’t stop thinking about Allie. They spent just a few hours together, so how and why was she able to get under his skin in so short a time? More importantly, does she feel the same way about him? Should he try to find her, to see if they can turn a short, sizzling encounter into something more?

Publisher’s Note: This fast-paced military romance with action adventure and suspense that will keep you on edge.

New Release: Black Light: Cuffed by Measha Stone #SatSpanks


Surprise!  The newest Black Light book is coming hot off the presses!  I’m so excited to announce Black Light: Cuffed by the wonderful Measha Stone is now available!  Black Light fans are going to love this hot new addition to the series.  Check out this beautiful cover!

Enjoy this hot snippet from early in the story. As you can see our main characters have a few things they will need to work out. 🙂

Snippet from Tate’s POV:

She finished her wine and motioned for a second. “Yes. And I wanted to sort of put it out of my mind tonight, so if you’ll just go away so a real man can step up, that’d be great.”

His eyebrows shot up, and he could feel the muscles in his forehead tense at her boldness.

“So no more little shots and brattiness, just going straight for rude and obnoxious. Hoping that will get you the hard spanking you’re desperately looking for tonight?” He moved closer to her, but was careful not to touch her. When Becca came back around with the bottle of wine, he reached over and covered her glass with his hand.

“What are you doing?” She craned her neck to look up at him, a mixture of annoyance and hope lingering in the heated stare.

“I’m asking you what you want; it’s a direct question. If you came here looking for someone to give you that hard spanking you seem to need, I’m offering my hand. If you want me to walk away and let you try to find the next guy who will give you a few unsatisfying swats, I’ll walk right now. Either way, if you’re playing tonight you’re not having another glass.” He should have just walked away. Just let her wallow in her own stress puddle and let her figure out what she needed, but he couldn’t. Just wouldn’t walk away.



Sydney isn’t one to go around directing the doms she plays with. If they don’t know how hard and how long to go, she walks.  Voicing her desires isn’t even an option. As an assistant DA she’s used to asking questions, not answering them.

Tate knows exactly what Sydney is after, how far she could go before she finds that sweet oblivion submissives find beneath his flogger. But he’s not giving it to her until she can ask for it.  He sees the fire burning in her and will try everything to show her how to let it burn wild.

One snag, there’s a murderer in town and it’s their job to make sure they get the right guy and keep him behind bars. But when the case starts to hit a little too close to home can Tate and Sydney work side by side without losing each other in the fray?

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