Teaser Tuesday – Arresting Dominance, releasing on July 24!

15 Jul

Here’s a teaser from book 5 of the BDSM Menage Fantasies series, scheduled to be released on July 24 (and available now for preorder!):

As soon as the rope began going on, Allie could feel her body temperature rising. The chill of the night air seemed to lessen and a pleasant feeling of security and warmth settled inside her. She closed her eyes while they worked, allowing herself to sway slightly and knowing that the guys wouldn’t let her fall. It was her own little ritual: going deep inside herself, as if the bondage offered a structure to support her body while her mind sank into a deep meditation.

When her harnesses were set, they began to attach her loosely to the cross. Once all of the ropes were set they would lift her into place and tighten the supports so that she was held with her weight distributed evenly between the chest and hip harnesses and the tie points on her legs and arms. Then they would raise the cross into the air so that she and it were swinging from the large branch above her.

Time stopped and Allie allowed herself to float, barely registering the initial discomfort as the ropes were adjusted. She was finding that every time she did a suspension it got a little less uncomfortable. The first couple of times had been very painful, and she’d only been able to stand it for a few minutes. But with more practice her body adjusted, or she learned how to process the pressure, and she was beginning to enjoy the feeling of rope holding her up while she surrendered to the experience.

With some arrangements she was able to swing herself back and forth and spin, or have Brad and Karl spin her, and it was a playful kind of session, with them smacking her ass or tickling her.

This one was different. There was an almost spiritual connection between her and the guys as they silently positioned her on the cross, somehow adding to her internal focus. Her body was helpless and vulnerable, yet she felt secure and sheltered at the same time. They would occasionally stop and run a hand over the parts of her skin that were accessible, checking to make sure she was okay and re-asserting the connection between them.

Teaser Tuesday

8 Jul

From Naughty Ever After Hot Summer Nights, coming soon…

Chad opened his eyes slowly and painfully, wondering why his bed was suddenly so uncomfortable.

And sandy. What had he done last night, anyway? But the sound of the surf was louder than normal, and he must have left his windows open because there was a cool breeze blowing over him. He stirred, reaching for a blanket, and became aware that someone was lying next to him.

Then he became aware of something else. Water splashed over his feet and up onto his knees, then across his thighs.

Oh, God. He was naked. Not only was he naked, he was lying on the beach naked, next to a—he sat up and looked over. Yes, it was a woman. A pretty one, with longish brown hair. Millie or something, he thought, although he had no conscious memory of how he knew her. Had he cheated on Sandy?

The memory came back to him in a rush, making him nauseous. Sandy had cheated on him. Well, not technically. Technically she’d dumped him. Before that she’d probably cheated on him, though.

His head hurt. He looked again to see if the woman was naked, but he couldn’t exactly tell. She was covered by a red and white sundress, but he didn’t think she was actually wearing it. It was more or less draped over her.

And it was wet. As he looked at her, the tide sloshed over them both, higher than it had been the last time. The girl gasped as it splashed in her face, then spluttered, scrambling to her feet. Her dress slid off and she snatched at it, turning bright red as she hastily pulled it over her head.

RomCon14 wrap up

23 Jun

Hello All-

We just got back from RomCon14 that was held here in Denver. As always we had a great time. We got to see many old friends and the chance to make some new ones. This year we were a part of the Alternative Lifestyles panel and were very pleased to see that it had about 60 people attend the workshop. Angel Payne, Jenna Jacobs, Ann Mayburn, Shannon West, Kasi Alexander and I were on the panel and we had the opportunity to discuss many aspects of various alternative lifestyles with the audience. A lot of great questions were asked and many prizes given out.

We had the chance to participate in the book signing on Friday evening and got the chance to meet with many new potential readers. Personally, I thought this years book signing was one of the best of the ones we have been in over the years at all of the RomCon’s. There were a lot of readers and fans and enough room to make the event comfortable.

On Saturday night we had the pleasure of hosting the Chocolate Mangasm event this year. We had a lot of help from many, many authors. In addition to the donations given by Pure Romance we had goodies given by all of the participating authors so we were able to raffle off 49 prizes, gift baskets and books. Lots of new games were played and a great time was had by all I think.

We were able to get some great advice on our manuscript for book one of our new self pub series as well. While it was kind of disappointing to hear the problems, it was exactly what we asked for and what we needed to give you all the best work we can do. We have to go back and tweak a few things, add some more romance and fix a few issues before we share it with the world. So, we will suspend the work on books two and three while we make these changes but are still planning on trying to have them all released before the end of the summer. We will be busting ass  on writing and will keep you all up to date on the progress.

We are working on the first issue of our newsletter. The game plan is to have it out in the first week of July and then to have one out every other month. If you have any ideas of things you would like to see in the newsletter or if you would like added to the mailing list (email) then let me know. We should have the sign up form up this week. You are also welcome to drop me a message at reggiealexander3@gmail.com with your name, city and state and email address and I will add you on. We will be unveiling our new branding, logo and slogan.

Hope you all have a great week. See you soon.



Almost time for Romcon!!

12 Jun

It’s that time again – Romcon!!

Romcon is one of my favorite events of the whole year. It’s a great reader/author event, very well run, smaller and more intimate than RT, and a GREAT chance to make new friends!

Of course, this year I think I’ll try to pass on the gang fight outside our hotel room (not the conference hotel). That kind of friend I can do without. :-) But we met some great people last year, and the year before that, and the year before that… you get the idea. People we’re still in contact with, people who have become very important to us.

This year we have the INCREDIBLE honor of hosting the Chocolate Mangasm! I can’t wait!! We’ve got lots of fun things planned, and there will be tons and tons of prizes to be given out–not to mention tons and tons of chocolate to be eaten. Reggie will be emceeing, which in itself should be quite an experience. I’m pretty sure he’ll be challenging people to stump him with sex trivia for raffle tickets, so come prepared!

So we are really looking forward to next week. If you’re going to be there make sure you hunt us down at some point so we can find a place to sit, have a drink and catch up on the last year. And if we haven’t met you yet, by all means hunt us down. We’re always happy to make new friends!


What a couple of weeks

5 Jun

Hello all-

The last few weeks have been busy let me tell you. We started out with a trip to New Orleans. None of had ever been there but we have all wanted to, so we went out a day early and saw some of the sights. We had gone there for the big RT (Romantic Times) writing conference. For anyone who may not be familiar with this event is is approximately 3000 authors, readers, bloggers and industry professionals all gathered together for four days of panels, lectures, parties and general smoozing.

It was our third RT and we were fortunate enough to get to present a panel again this year. Treena, evie, kasi and I presented a panel on how ménage works in the real world. Since we live a poly lifestyle as a polyfi quad and have written a few books on the subject we felt we might have something of value to share with those who might have been interested. Of course we stressed that no one would show up and were pleasantly surprised when about 30 people did. They were all very friendly and interactive which made for a fun panel. We had a great time answering the questions of the audience and providing a way of thinking about the subject that people may or may not have considered otherwise. Now in the interest of fairness I will let you all in on a little secret. Treena, evie and kasi are not extroverts by nature and putting themselves out there n the hot seat like that takes a lot out of them. Me on the other hand could never be called shy or introverted, lol. I absolutely love being in the spotlight and answering peoples questions. That having been said however, I want you all to know that the ladies did a fantastic job during the panel and all weekend.

It is a busy conference with very little sleep or time to recharge but such an amazing opportunity to meet an greet our fans or those we hope to encourage to give our books a try as well as network with other authors, bloggers, reviewers and industry people. We meet some incredible people and got to catch up with friends while working in a lot of marketing classes. All in all a trip to remember, we even got the chance to walk around the French Quarter, take a ghost tour, see Bourbon and Frenchman Streets and eat delicious food.

The work was not done there however, we got back home on Monday and ad to take off again on Wednesday of that same week to drive to Pryor, Oklahoma for Rocklahoma. This is a three day concert that we have done with our chainmail business (Poly’s Pleasures Chainmail) for the last several years. It is a fun show with lots and lots of great bands and interesting people. This year we broke our own personal best records. Unfortunately, we also got a phone call that kasi’s favorite aunt had been diagnosed with  cancer and was only being given 7-14 days left.

So, we finished the show and drove for home. We got home from that show late on Monday night and we on a plane for Michigan bright and early Wednesday morning.  We got to where we needed to be by late that night and she was able to spend most of Thursday and part of Friday with her before we had to rush back home to do a show Saturday night in Denver.

The show Saturday was fun but not as good as we had hoped and we learned on Sunday that her aunt had passed away on Saturday afternoon. We were happy to have gotten kasi there to say goodbye but sad that it was necessary. We wish you a safe and pleasant journey on the next step of your path, Aunt Marge. You will be missed.

We will luckily be able to stay home for a couple of weeks now as we get ready for Romcon here in Denver. If you are coming to this event be sure to set aside Saturday night to join us for the Chocolate Mangasm event. My ladies and I are hosting this event along with about 15 or so other authors. It will be a lot of fun and I will give you some hints of what to expect soon. I hope you all have a great weekend.



Teaser Tuesday

3 Jun

This week we’re featuring a scene from our upcoming series “The Masters of Striking Mammoth,” due to be released this summer:


“Who are you?” she tried. “What do you want with me?”

“Don’t worry about it, bitch. Just get in that pickup.” He gestured with the gun to a beat-up black truck parked nearby. Monique leaned a little, trying to make out the license plate, but it was covered in mud.

“I’m not getting in. You’ll have to shoot me.” Maybe she could bluff him. Surely he knew that the sound of a gun would bring people running. “You’d never get away before somebody saw you.”

He looked back at the building, apparently judging its soundproof qualities. Monique took the opportunity to run. The closest cover was unfortunately his pickup, so she ducked around it.

His shout of outrage encouraged her. She might just be able to keep the truck between them until someone—anyone—pulled into the lot or came out of the building. She just had to watch closely so that she always knew where he was, and make sure she was out of range of his gun.

He sprinted for the end of the truck, but he wasn’t very fast and Monique was able to make it to the other side in time. They played an eerie, silent game of ring around the rosie for a few minutes, him not being able to get a clear shot at her and Monique not daring to leave the relative safety of the truck. Since he had stopped momentarily, probably trying to figure out a new strategy, Monique began digging for her phone, cursing the fact that she hadn’t cleaned and organized her purse lately.

Then she heard the sound of a car and a burst of hope went through her. Pausing in her search, she peeked over the top of the Subaru next to the truck.

The car must have driven past, she realized after having glanced around unsuccessfully. She started to turn her head to check the thug’s position, but it was too late. There was the noise of rushing footsteps on gravel and before she could move something wet and soft was covering her face.

We’re very excited about this series, which is being cowritten with Anna Riviera! We’re working on getting it out as fast as we can!

Author Spotlight Kaley Colter

21 May

Please join us in welcoming Author Kaley Colter. She is here today to share with us her latest work “A Recipe for Passion”. She has a couple of excerpts for us, so let’s check them out.


A Recipe for Passion, Book 1 of the Novum Energy series


Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/a-recipe-for-passion




Ellie Matthews is a painfully shy caterer whose life has devolved since she was a teenager, when her mother died and her father abandoned her following his remarriage. She was left with no one but her controlling, manipulative stepbrother, Marcus, who has treated her like his personal slave ever since.


Now, Ellie is desperate to get out from under Marcus’s thumb. When she arrives at the engineering firm Novum Energy for a catering job, Nick Richardson, the president of the company, is all too aware of Ellie’s exploitation at the hands of her stepbrother. He is determined to help her and keep her safe. But more than that, he is determined to make her his. And he can only hope that he will be able to help her overcome her past and convince her that she belongs to him—body, heart, and soul.


[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, consensual BDSM elements, spanking, sex toys, anal sex, HEA]


Story Excerpt:


Calm yourself, girl.

Ellie Matthews looked down at the platters of food she was carrying, took a deep breath, straightened her back, and walked into the conference room. The meeting was apparently over, as everybody was chatting casually and leaning back in their chairs. For that, she was very thankful, because if she had walked into that room in the middle of the meeting and everybody had stopped and turned their heads to stare at her like some kind of intruder, she probably would’ve had a heart attack and fallen right down on the floor.

As she walked towards the center table, she tried her very best to avoid making eye contact with anyone, which turned out to be exceptionally difficult given the fact that she could feel several pairs of eyes staring straight at her. She cringed, knowing they were all looking her up and down. Appraising her. Determining her worth. And, of course, everybody in the room just had to be a man. There wasn’t a single woman—not one potential ally that could deflect some of the testosterone.

Why aren’t there more women in engineering? Somebody should really do something about that.

She quickly set the platters down on the table, then spun around, reminded herself that it might be inappropriate to break into a run, and walked out of the room with what she proudly considered to be a very reasonable speed. As soon as she was through the doorway and out of sight, she leaned against the wall and sighed in relief, reaching up to touch her cheeks and knowing from how warm they were that she must look extremely flushed. She winced when she thought of how all those engineers must see her—a shy little caterer who couldn’t help but blush every time she’s in their presence.

She was shy—she would give them that. But that didn’t mean she was a coward. In fact, she liked to think that she was rather feisty. A couple of her friends in high school had even called her scrappy, and she had very proudly borne that label ever since. And besides, she had never even met any of these hotshot engineers before. This was her first time catering for Novum Energy. Maybe if they hired her again, she would be more confident. Maybe they’d all take back what they initially thought of her and be amazed at how calm, cool, and collected she was. Maybe she wouldn’t even blush.

Doubt it.

Ellie sighed and made her way back to the office kitchen. When she saw her partner standing there waiting for her, clearly displeased, she smoothed her fingers over the black apron tied around her waist and tried to prepare herself for whatever complaint was coming.

“Christ, Ellie, what took you so long? It’s not that difficult of a task. You walk to the conference room. You set the platters down. You come back.”

Ellie gritted her teeth. She had to work very, very hard to restrain herself from calling him a bastard and telling him to go to hell. The unfortunate fact of the matter was that she needed him. He had paid for all the catering supplies and found them the client. That was the deal. He would set her up with the equipment she needed and advertise their business, she would prepare the food, and he would give her a cut of the money. And she needed the money. So for that reason, a mental image of decking him in the face would have to do.

“Look, Marcus, I waited outside for a minute or two because I wasn’t sure that the meeting was over. I didn’t want to interrupt. Because, I don’t know, that would be rude.”

“It doesn’t matter, Ellie. I don’t pay you to think about what would be a polite time to give the clients their food. I pay you to give them their food when I tell you to give them their food. The client requested that the food be brought into the conference room at noon. So that’s what you do. Stop being so goddamn stubborn and do what you’re told.”

Ellie dug her fingernails into her palms, furious. “Why don’t you just deliver the food yourself, then?”

Marcus folded his arms over his chest and smiled. “Because you are part of the service. My clients will come to expect their food to be delivered to them by a decent-looking woman. I like to think that they’ll appreciate it as a display of traditional gender roles. You’re the woman. You serve the food. It’s that simple.”

Ellie looked down at herself. She was wearing a red, satiny dress that fell to her mid thighs and showed an uncomfortable amount of cleavage.

“So that’s why you have me wearing this ridiculous dress?”

He smirked. “Correct.”

“I’m not a piece of meat, Marcus.”

“Oh, I beg to differ. Not the best-looking piece of meat, but a piece of meat nonetheless.”

Ellie swallowed hard and willed herself to hold back her tears.

Hold yourself together. Do not let him see you cry.

She grabbed her sweater and threw it around her shoulders. “Well, now that I’ve delivered the food I hope I’m allowed to put on a sweater and go to the bathroom.”

“Fine, go,” he said, flicking his hand at her contemptuously. “But you better be sure to return to ‘uniform’ when you go back in to collect the trays.”


Adult Excerpt:


“You want it hard, don’t you?” Nick asked in that low, deep voice of his as he continued delicately kissing her breast, closer and closer to her nipple.

Ellie nodded vigorously, arching her back to force her breast harder against his mouth and crying out in frustration when he pulled his face away. But before she could even look to see what he was going to do next, he captured her nipple between his index finger and thumb and pinched hard, tearing a moan from Ellie’s lips.

He started rolling her nipple in between his fingers, and the resulting soreness was a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain that put Ellie in a frenzy. When he released her nipple, she almost descended into a panic, needing him to touch her breast, desperate to be relieved of the tight ache at the center. And then he wrapped his lips around the stiff peak and sucked hard. Ellie opened her mouth in a silent scream.

Her pussy was clamping down in a slow, steady rhythm that was making her go wild. Every time he tugged and pulled at her nipple, she felt her sex throb in response, and after a mere few moments of feeling his mouth on her breast she was so wet that her thighs were sticky with her juices.

“Please…” Ellie whispered. “I need…”

“What is it, kitten?” Nick asked, releasing her nipple from his mouth and licking the stiff peak with the flat of his tongue. Ellie moaned and squeezed her thighs together. “Your pussy’s aching, isn’t it?” Ellie nodded, biting down on her bottom lip. “You want me to get rid of the ache, don’t you baby?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please, yes.”

Nick sat up on the bed and hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties, drawing them down her legs and tossing them aside. He grabbed her thighs and forced them wide apart, groaning when he looked down at her pussy.

Ellie blushed at being fully exposed beneath his gaze and tried to press her legs together, but Nick would have none of it. He held them firmly apart, barely even noticing her efforts to close them.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered.

When he let go of her legs so he could touch her pussy, Ellie reflexively clamped them shut. Nick jerked his head up and gave her a stern look.

“Spread your legs, Ellie.” She hesitated. “Now.” When she only opened them slightly, he reached out and gave her a sharp smack on the side of her ass. “Wider, Ellie.”

The way he commanded her made liquid fire shoot through her lower belly. She was hurting for his touch so badly that she abandoned her modesty and threw her legs as far apart as they would go, feeling deliciously naughty at completely baring herself under his gaze.

“That’s it, kitten,” he praised. “I’m just going to make you feel good.”

He slid his fingers between the slick folds of her pussy, and the pleasure was so intense that she almost clamped her legs shut again.

“Yes,” Ellie breathed. “Oh my God…”

She was clawing at the mattress as he continued working his fingers between her slippery folds, crying out with pleasure and begging him to keep going. She started jutting out her hips to try and force his fingers into her dripping cunt, but he made her wait longer. He was teasing her mercilessly, rubbing closer and closer around her opening until she was whimpering with need.

“I can’t take it… Please…I need it inside.”

“You want me to fuck you with my fingers, don’t you, baby?”


“How badly do you want it?”

“Real bad,” Ellie cried. She started grabbing at her nipples, desperate to ease her throbbing pussy. “Real bad. Real bad. Please, let me have it.”

Nick rammed his index finger all the way into her pussy. Ellie screamed. He pulled his finger out, added a second, and shoved both of them inside. Ellie screamed again.

She couldn’t remember anything feeling so good. Everything became fuzzy, and the only thing she could focus on was Nick’s fingers plunging violently in and out of her pussy. She wanted more, needed more, and started slamming herself down on his fingers every time he thrust them inside. She could feel something amazing building up inside her—a hot, achy pressure that she wanted to explode through her lower belly.

“That’s it, baby. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

He was finger-fucking her hard, and at a brutally fast pace. She could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing him, desperate to draw him further inside, desperate to be filled and stretched. She closed her eyes, losing herself in the pleasure, and all of a sudden felt Nick pry open her lips with his tongue and delve into her mouth. She was thrashing on the bed, moaning into his mouth and feeling herself getting closer and closer to falling off the edge.

Ellie came hard, screaming. She grabbed the back of Nick’s neck and forced his tongue deeper into her mouth as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her body. And through it all, Nick continued his relentless assault on her pussy, steadily thrusting his fingers in and out of her as the walls of her canal clamped down again and again.


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Thank you for joining us today Kaley. We wish you much success and hope everyone checks out your work.




Teaser Tuesday

14 May

This week we have a section from our third Clifftop book, Double Dom Fantasies, which is a finalist in the Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence contest!


“Dude, I texted Tammy.”

Crash wrenched his attention away from the movie he was watching. “You did what?”

He was suddenly glad that Buffy had gone upstairs for her bath as soon as they’d gotten home, thanking them for the very nice evening. AJ had gone to his room, claiming he had things to do. It was obvious now what that had been. Luckily, nobody else seemed to be around. The two other couples must have gone out for dinner as well. Crash had gotten his stash of junk food and settled down with the television.

This was more important than the movie, though. Crash turned it off and offered AJ a Nutter Butter, frowning at him as he sat down.

“I said I texted Tammy.”

“What did you tell her?”

AJ absently took the snack and put it next to him on the couch. “I said that I had come here to learn about BDSM and that I’d even gotten to tie up a girl. Hopefully that’ll let her see that I’m serious about making our relationship work.”

“It wasn’t just ‘a girl.’ It was Buffy.”

“I know. I didn’t mean anything disparaging. I think you should go for it with her, by the way. There could really be something there.”

Yeah, and when Tammy dumps you, you’re going to see that for yourself, and I’ll be out in the cold again. No, thanks. Crash unwrapped another package of Nutter Butters and tossed one into his mouth. “We’ll see,” he said finally, chewing.

“What do you mean, ‘We’ll see’? You’ve only got this week, then she’ll go off to God knows where. You’ve got to work quickly. We could both be in good relationships by the end of this week if everything goes well.”

“Maybe.” Crash stared at the dark television, wishing he hadn’t turned it off. It would have been good camouflage for his conflicted impulses.

“What is with you? She’s perfect!”

Crash shrugged. “I know. She’s too good for me. She deserves someone like you. So go after her yourself.”

“I don’t want to go after her! I’ve got Tammy.”

Crash sighed. “I hope it works out for you, Bro. But Buffy would be better.”

“It will.” AJ’s face got serious. “I have a good feeling about this. And trust me, you’re going to be sorry if you don’t give it a shot with Buffy. I don’t know why, but I think she’s interested.” He gave Crash a mock punch, his face lightening.

AJ’s cell phone buzzed, and he jumped as if he’d been shot. Crash watched glumly as AJ lunged up and almost ran from the room, fumbling with the phone, then reached over and picked up the forgotten snack. “Amateur.”

He had just gotten the movie turned back on when there was the slam of a door and AJ’s unmistakable tread on the stairs. It sounded like he was running up them.

If it had been good news, surely he would have come back in to gloat. Crash turned the television off again and followed his friend up to his room.


Have a great Tuesday!

Featured Author: Mackenzie Williams

7 May


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We were very fortunate to catch up with author Mackenzie Williams this week for our Author Spotlight. We asked her about her writing and her philosophies. Here’s what she had to say:

What genre do you like to write and why?
I write contemporary erotic romance. I enjoy this genre because it has a sweet romance side mixed with a wild side.

Tell us about “The Orchard” series and your latest work.
The Orchard is a BDSM club. Each book revolves around a different couple at the club. We learn about their romance and their struggles.

What is your philosophy on life, love and relationships?
I’m not sure if I have a philosophy but I believe in honesty and being able to just be yourself with the other person, good or bad.

What do your friends and family think of your writing?
Not all of them know. The ones that do were very surprised that I even had a desire to write. The genre was a shock to most but not all. :)

Who has been your favorite character to write so far and why?
I think Master Jesse from my first book is at the top of my list. He was very strong emotionally and physically but a few women made him question himself.

Everyone always asks about the heroes, but I want to know what you think makes a good antagonist?
In this latest book, Megan’s ex, Tate, is the “bad guy”. I like that he is overly confident and aggressive. It also helps the story that he is self-centered.

What is your next project?
I am currently working on the third Orchard book.

What would you like our readers to know about your books?
My books center around some of the good and bad things about having a relationship in a club setting.

Brad gently pushed Megan’s head down so it was resting on his chest. He rested his chin on the top of her head and took a minute to just feel how good she felt in his arms.

“Little one, I have no intention on playing with anyone else anytime soon or letting you fall for someone else.”

Brad could feel his sub relax into his hold. Is this what others feel with their long-term subs?

After a minute of hugs, Brad was leading Megan through the main room with drinks in tow. His sweet had tensed when they first entered the room, presumably because she was still shy about walking around in her underwear. After a few minutes, she had relaxed.

It didn’t take him long to spot Master Jesse and his necklaced sub sitting nearby.

“May we join you?” Brad spoke to his fellow Dom. He noticed right away that Kellie shot her gaze down the minute he had started to speak. Master Jesse had such an obedient one but maybe too boring, Brad thought.

“Of course. Please.” Master Jesse gestured to a neighboring couch.

Brad signaled his sub to take a seat but before he could sit next to her, Master Nathan came up and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Master Brad, would you please come with me to the office? Security needs to speak with you briefly.”

“Security?” Megan spoke out of turn.

Brad turned and gave his slave a disapproving glare. Megan turned her head to look at the floor. At least she has the courtesy to look guilty, Brad thought. The Dom returned his stare to Master Nathan.

“Certainly.” Brad then turned to his friend. “Master Jesse, will you please keep an eye on my little one for me?”

“Yes, of course.”

Brad gave Megan a reassuring squeeze on the back of her neck. She looked up at him with a little concern in her eyes. Brad managed a small smile and then turned to follow Master Nathan. Truthfully, he was a little concerned as well. What did security want with him?

The two men walked up the back stairs and entered the office. There were two security personnel inside the office. One was sitting at the computer.

“Master Brad, we just wanted to advise you about something we saw earlier in the parking lot,” the man at the computer said.

Confusion spread through Brad. “OK.”

“On camera we have your sub arriving and exiting her car. The thing that concerned us is that she was followed.”


Thanks, Mackenzie, for stopping by!  The Orchard: Save Me is available here on Amazon. 

Teaser Tuesday

6 May

This is from our hopefully soon upcoming book tentatively called “Keyhole Kinklets.” It will be three short(ish) stories dealing with the kinky beginnings of Sir Rune, daisy and amy, for those of you who were curious. Here is an excerpt from daisy’s story:



“What’s his name?” Debi hissed at Geri’s back as she grabbed the steaming kettle and followed her.

Geri stopped, turning. “Sir Rune,” she said in a stage whisper. “Isn’t he adorable?”

Sir Rune?” Debi frowned. “What kind of name is that?”

“He’s sunni’s Master.” Geri winked at her for some obscure reason, and then hustled back to the office.

Debi shook her head and went in behind, putting the kettle down. She snuck a glance at Him—it was impossible to think of Him other than with a capital letter—and was immediately aware of her bare feet, one with black toenails and one plain. Oops.

She scuttled out, wondering at her reaction. He was just a guy, and an old guy at that. So why was her body reacting like he was Mr. fucking Universe or something?

Because he was hot. Old or not, he was freakin’ hot! There was something else too, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. Debi went back to the cash register and painted the remainder of her toenails in a thoughtful daze. Compared to Him—the Adonis in the other room (holy crap, did she just call somebody an “Adonis”?)—Jake seemed to shrink down to the size of a Gothic Ken doll. She suddenly totally saw her dad’s point about Jake being a punk. Jake was a punk. This guy—Sir Rune? It should have sounded totally goofy but somehow it suited him—now He was someone her dad would respect.

Debi banged her head on the counter, softly though, in case they could hear. She was actually thinking about a guy that her dad would approve of. How lame-ass was that?

Besides, it didn’t matter. He belonged to sunni, and there was no way she could compete with sunni. If she even tried, she’d be like the little redheaded cunt that had Jake wrapped around her finger at the moment.

Not that she cared. In fact, she smiled now as she thought about Jake and his ho. Let her have him. She honestly couldn’t remember what she’d seen in Jake anyway. Maybe this Sir Rune had a brother or something. A younger, hotter brother, if that was possible.

When the three of them came out of Geri’s office, sunni walked Him to the door, where they stopped and locked lips again for a while. Debi had to force herself not to watch, drooling, while they kissed. What kind of horrible person was she, to want somebody else’s boyfriend so badly?

Geri stopped at the register, a sentimental smile on her face as she watched the two lovebirds say goodbye. “Aren’t they sweet?”

“Mmm.” Debi pretended to be fascinated by a new display that stood next to the counter. It had only been up for two days, but she decided it desperately needed to be dusted. Then she realized it was a great opportunity to try to get some information without the possibility of sunni overhearing.

“What did you say he was?” she whispered to Geri.

“What, dear?” Geri put a hand over her heart as if she was about to burst into rapturous praise of Twue Wuv.

Debi rolled her eyes. “You called him her ‘Master’ or something.”

“Oh. Oh, yes.” Geri started a little. “They’re in a Master/slave relationship.”

It took a minute for that to process, then Debi looked back at the couple in the doorway, her eyes wide. “She’s a slave? What the fuck?”

Geri patted her hand. “Don’t worry about it, dear. It’s grown-up stuff.” She trotted off with a sigh, leaving Debi staring after her.



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