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Here it is! Common Areas is out and available for you to read now!All I wanted to do was disappear, to get out of a bad situation. I never expected my saving grace to come in the form of three roommates; three male roommates. I found myself inexplicably drawn to Chase… and Patton… and Tyler. It was all just effortless and uncomplicated. The connections formed so quickly that these men made it easy to get back on my feet. Once I realized that I wasn’t getting hustled and that these men cared about me in a way I hadn’t been before, the connection soon turned into something more. Being with more than one man at a time isn’t something I ever imagined doing, but having two, and maybe someday all three, of them at once seems so natural, so right. It may be a different kind of relationship, but I know all three of them have my back should my past ever
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So I found this cool website for learning ancient languages
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It's #COVERREVEAL DAY!
Are you guys ready for a little experimentation? I'm introducing to you my first attempt at reverse harem romance. I mean, one man is great, but what about two? How about... three? 😉😉😉
Common Areas is a contemporary #reverseharem romance coming on February 27th.
Blurb: All I wanted to do was disappear, to get out of a bad situation. I never expected my saving grace to come in the form of three roommates; three male roommates. I found myself inexplicably drawn to Chase… and Patton… and Tyler. It was all just effortless and uncomplicated. The connections formed so quickly that these men made it easy to get back on my feet. Once I realized that I wasn’t getting hustled and that these men cared about me in a way I hadn’t been before, the connection soon turned into something more.
Being with more than one man at a time isn’t something I ever imagined doing, but having two, and maybe someday all three, of them at once seems so natural, so right. It may be a different kind of relationship, but I know all three of them have my back should my past ever resurface.
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Publisher is doing a give away offer on Instragram, offering five books for each of their authors. Interested?
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The Cynic
Love wins.
It glares at me from the back window of the car in front of me. Mocking. Plaguing me with lies and supplying me with false hope for something that could never be.
If love won then there would be no war, no domestic violence. If love was the infinite winner then there would be no heartache, there would be no loneliness. So, for the sake of reality, love doesn’t win. Love is a picky and fickle thing that leaves a rash of bitterness on my heart.
So no, I don’t think love wins. I shifted gears in my car and punched the gas, swerving into the next lane and speeding past the Geo Tracker with its horrible lying bumper sticker. My Acura roared forward with its superior engine and higher horsepower as I jetted past the little Tracker and skitted in front of its bumper to the chorus of blaring horns and even shouts.
I found a smirk curling its way across my lips and I felt increasingly better as I started to recklessly weave my way through traffic. The idea of angering other people seemed to lighten my darkening mood. In this instance, love didn’t win. Bitterness and pettiness won the battle. I found myself sighing in frustration when I realize that I had the perfect opportunity to give them a one-fingered salute and I didn’t take it.
Lost opportunities.
I had so many of them, these lost opportunities. The love of my life hadn’t realized I existed and left me so that I might become acquainted with the feeling of rejection.
Where love wins with some people unrequited love murders hope and happiness with others.
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Time to get back to work!
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So far my short story hasn’t been flagged, so I’m going to keep rolling with prompts.
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Let’s do a short story test.
The Hook Up
“This is a dream come true,” he murmured as he continued to thrust into the pliant form bent over the bed before him. He cupped her hips, giving one around cheek a solid slap as he adjusted and angled the next thrust up into her.
She keened, panting as he shoved himself into her from behind then shot a glare at him over her shoulder pushing her hips back into him. “Don’t leave a fucking mark, Aaron.”
“Sorry,” he grinned at the girl, moving his hands from her hips to cup each cheek of her ass. “I can’t help myself, like I said this is a dream come true. Hammering it into your ass,” he shoved the skirt she was wearing further up trying to get a view of as much of her skin as possible. It was soft to the touch and he was upset that they still had too much clothing on. She was almost fully dressed, only opting to pull her panties down around her ankles and pull up her skirt to he could slide right into her. His own pants and boxers were down around his knees, while he wasn't really one to question when someone willing like the girl before came along he did prefer someone with less clothing.
He was dying to see her tits. To touch them and feel them bouncing against his chest. But, her tight heat clenching him hard was good enough for now. Even through a condom. If she was going to play him though, using him just for the sake of getting off, he felt a certain obligation to mess with her. He gave her ass another solid slap, unable to help up grin when she moaned in response. “If you don't like it, Katie, just tell me to stop,” he couldn't help but tease. But, God, please don't make her ask him to stop.
“Shut it,” she hissed and arched her back, taking him in deeper. It was delicious. “Oh,” she whined and thrust back harder again him. “Right there,” her voice lost all its hostility as she rocked back onto his cock. “Don't stop, don't stop,” she began to chant as the continued the hurried pace she had pushed him into. “God!” Her voice started to rise as her inner muscles seemed to squeeze him for all she was worth.
He leaned over her, fulfilling the need to feel those tits by sliding his hands up under her sweater and toying with them through her bra. He ground into her, not bothering pull out too far as he enjoyed her body. She gasped out loud, “So good.” And she began to quake as her orgasm hit her. He stilled for a beat, feeling the aftershocks flutter around him.Not ready to give up the sweet hold of her cunt, knowing that as soon as he blew his load it would end. He waited, trying to grasp hard on control. When he was sure he wasn’t going to lose it sooner than he was ready he started thrusting again. He didn’t have long, but he was sure to make this moment something to remember.
This was a girl he lusted after all through high school. She was out of his league on so many levels, but for some reason she had deemed him worthy enough at this little party to turn her pert ass to him and let him give her a ride. Far be it for him to look a gift horse in the mouth, this was something to be savored.
He straightened and began throwing his hips into her rump with renewed vigor, pressing on her back to get her to arch it at just the right angle. When her moans started picking up again he could help but grin. “So good,” she whined and he couldn’t disagree.
Sweat started to gather and he could feel the control slipping. His balls started to ache, he couldn’t hold it off any more. He gritted his teeth and struggled, using more force than he was aware. He heard her cry out, felt her strangle his cock, and could only groan out as she managed to tug him over the edge with her. His hips stuttered and he pressed down into her, panting as he poured himself into the condom. “Goddamn,” he buried his face into hair and inhaled sharply. That had almost been too much.
He heard her hum and felt her wiggle as if she were struggling to get from beneath him. With a grimace, he straightened again. His legs were shaky, but he managed to pull out of her. He pulled the condom off and found a trash can to toss it in. Whoever the room belonged to was kind enough to supply a box of kleenex so he could clean himself. “Thanks for that,” he said with a shrug, not sure what to say to the girl that ignored him throughout school.
She cleared her throat and stood, pulling her underwear up and straightening her clothing. “Yea,” she said in something of a subdued tone. After a moment she shoved her phone at him. “Give me your number,” it wasn’t a request at all. If he had been feeling cocky he might have opted to tell her no, but if this meant he might get another chance to fuck her he would be dumb to refuse. She had it open to her contacts and he took the time to add his name and number. “I’ll text you or something,” she offered, running a hand through her honey blond hair before she went to the door and stepped out it.
He didn’t get her number. He scratched his chin as he considered it. Nah, it wouldn’t be good to seem desperate for more. Even if he knew he would be. If she intended to use him the least thing he could do would be to enjoy it. It’s not like he had any other prospects.
Taking a breath and putting himself back together, tugging up his boxers and jeans. He decided to go back out into the party. See where this might take him.
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Is tumblr gonna die?
With tumblr doing a NSFW ban, I have to wonder if those of you that use it are planning on sticking with it? So far on my little tumblr I've not got anything that would warrant a nsfw tag, despite being an erotic romance author. I just started it not enough time to get anything goin' yanno? It is a shame that a lot of people will be affected by it, but what are the chances it'll flat out kill tumblr?
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Character development is always an adventure. Having a character sheet like DnD uses can be useful, even if you're not a table top gamer. If you don't have dice for the attributes there's online alternatives or you can skip it.
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You can do it!
As NaNoWriMo winds down, I look at my WIP and think of all the things that could’ve been. Done. Or close to being done. Oh well. Best of luck to you authors working on that deadline! Stay sane! Or... as close to sane as a writer can be.
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My use of the writing prompt
My phone pinged from the table drawing my attention away from the herd of zombies slowly pursuing the hero. I picked up my phone ready to my friend a piece of my mind for the interruption only to see that the number was unfamiliar.
‘Hey. Kelly broke up with me. Can we talk?’
Wrong number? I dropped the phone onto the couch cushion without a concern to the woes of the random number. I had to see the result of how this would end and I wasn’t going to let anyone distract me. Especially when my guy was surrounded by zombies and there didn’t appear to be a way out for him. It wasn’t until the phone pinged again, then again in quick succession that I gave it any sort of attention. I picked up my phone and opened up the thread ready to inform the heartbroken sap that I wasn’t who he thought I was.
‘I think the only solution is to kill her.’
‘I don’t see any way around it.’
I sat up, show forgotten. My heart slid into my stomach, now I needed to respond but I had no idea how to.
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Putting the salesman away
Alright, I think I’m done with the link spam. What can you expect to see from this place. Here’s my plan, short stories. I intend to give them to you with nice neat little bows. Probably not bows, my tying skills aren’t that great. Which is kind of a shame considering the BDSM content of my novels. Not just short stories, prompts. One of my gifts, curses?, is I have a broad imagination that likes to take me for a wild ride. It’s great, except when I’m trying to work on one thing and another is bouncing around for attention like a puppy on crack (I don’t give puppies crack, let me be clear on that. I’m a cat person). So. I’ll give you prompts, ideas that I can’t work on but seem to need immediate attention. If you see a prompt that gets your attention and you want to use it, by all means go ahead. Don’t even need to credit me for it. All I want from you is something to read.
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