Month April 2016

Tired of Waiting

Ce5zwlDWQAESqfQAs she flicked the ash from her cigarette, Ava glared her icy blue eyes at the bartender. She was sick of this fucking place, but right now, it was the only game in town. Her latest conquest, Tanya, had turned out to be an absolute bore.

“Can I get you another?” The young bartender grinned at her as he picked up a bottle of Johnnie Walker.

Ava winced eying the bottle. Ugh. Johnnie Walker. This is what passed as Scotch in this dump. She nodded her head and ground her cigarette out in the cheap metal ashtray. Throwing back her glass, Ava smoothed her long black hair. Her lacy panties were soaking and she felt an immediate intense throbbing below.

Suddenly, the door swung open and a petite blonde with short wavy hair waltzed in alone. Ava sat up and stared as the beautiful young woman walked up to the bar next to her. Ava’s eyes moved up and down her body. (more…)

The Ex-Wife

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“Most men cheat, let’s face it,” said the gorgeous blonde sitting in a quiet corner in a dimly lit restaurant toying with her food. Feeling slight unease, she placed her fork down on her plate and shoved it away from her.

“Your point,” said the older gentlemen sitting across from her with a sly grin etched across his face.

“I’m not interested in anything you have to offer,” she said while quickly standing up and grabbing her purse and cell phone. With the grace of a prima ballerina, she held her head high and proceeded to walk out of the restaurant and straight to a dark black brand new Range Rover. Sitting in the safety of her vehicle, Brianna locked the doors and started the engine while getting her breathing under control. Every nerve in her body was at attention. Something just wasn’t right.

Taking a look around one more time, she backed out of parking spot, and nervously drove to the safety of her own home.

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Truth’s Heart (The Valkyrie’s Passion Book 3): A Valkyrie/Shifter Romance

51VHA-v82OL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_I leaned into the broad back of my lover, Einherjer, protector, and werewolf—Magnus. His Harley growled beneath us as we drove through the back roads of Northern California. My black hair whipped behind us as we rode. The scent of Magnus’s musk, a manly mix of sweat and the leather of his biker vest, his cut, filled my nose. My arms were wrapped tight about his strong torso, gripping him.

It was our third day of riding since I killed Odin and we fled south from Washington State. The gods were hunting us. Hunting me.

There were times I believed I had shed every tear possible for Owen. That was how I liked to think of the one-eyed god. Not as Odin—the terrible god of battle and the dead, an ancient being worship with blood and sacrifice—but as Owen, the broken, Vietnam vet that came to the coffee house I used to work at. He was such a sweet, old man.

And I killed him.

Every time that thought struck my mind, it rattled through my head and echoed over and over. The heinous crime I committed; the tears came again. They poured down my cheeks. I would huddle in Magnus’s arms or lean against his strong back, burying my face into the black leather of his cut, and cry. (more…)

The Camping Trip

51Mc5HBEDIL._SX312_BO1,204,203,200_Stefania sat at her desk in uptown Manhattan staring out the window begging for the dreaded workday to finally end. Anything and everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong and as the seconds ticked by, things weren’t looking any better.

“Miss Triolo,” said a tall, older gentleman leaning into her office.

“Yes, Mr. Davidson,” said Stefania standing up nervously.

“Whatever you did to get our client back,” he said in a flat, monotone voice. “Thank you. Just make sure your staff doesn’t do anything like that again.”

Feeling like she shrunk ten inches, she blushed and lowered her eyes, “Yes sir. Apologies. I’ll speak with them on Tuesday at our weekly meeting.”

She stood there for a moment and watched him saunter off and finally let out the breath she was holding. Looking at the huge clock on the wall, she finally smiled and whispered, “Time to go home and get ready for my long three day weekend. Let the fun begin.” (more…)

Naughty Little Red

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“Wake up sleepy head. Your grandmother isn’t feeling well today and I made a basket for you to bring to her,” called Little Red’s mother as she stood at Little Red’s bedroom door with her arms folded across her chest waiting for a sign of life from her daughter.

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Grandma is always sick,” replied Little Red as she attempted to roll over but was stopped instantly.

“Little Red! Get up this instant, shower and get dressed,” growled her mother, raising her voice to let her daughter know she meant business.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” cried Little Red as she jumped out of bed and padded her way into the bathroom to get ready for her visit with her grandmother.

She closed the wooden door with a groan and turned on the faucet waiting patiently for the right temperature. Not to hot and not too cold. ‘Finally,’ she said as she stepped into the steamy water, soaped up, rinsed and soaped up again. The floral scent of her soap smelt so good to her senses that Little Red had to finally put the soap down before she got carried away and god-forbid got caught pleasuring herself.

Knowing her mother would be impatient, she finished her shower and opened the door and jumped. “Mom,” she said while holding her heart. “You almost gave me a heart attack.” (more…)

Given Up On Love

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Thomas,

This is the last time you will hear from me. Don’t try to find me. I don’t wish to be found. It is over between us. There’s no going back. You did this, you alone with your vicious drunken rage. I never thought I would see this side of you.

Natalia

Feeling a cold chill run up her spine, Natalia tossed her pen onto the broken coffee table, stood up, and made her way to the front door. Pausing for a moment, she inhaled and let her breath out rhythmically as she slowly turned her body and took one last look at her once beautiful home.

Shaking from nerves, she turned around, closed the front door, and swiftly walked to her car without looking back once. Pulling out her keys with shaking fingers, she opened up her car door, placed the key in the ignition, started the car, and sped away immediately. (more…)

Give In To Me

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Nestled up high in an old oak tree in Central Park, Andre folded his hands behind his head, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes. He was bored of the same humdrum life. This sucks, he thought to himself, trying to get comfortable on a thick branch.

“Something has to give, and soon, because this is the most boring realm I’ve ever had the misfortune of visiting,” he said to no one but himself.

The crisp, September breeze rustled the few leaves that were left, causing a chill to run down his spine. Deciding peace and quiet was out of the question, he pulled himself up so he could watch everything that was going on below.

Andre is a strikingly handsome being like his father. His features are on the dark side. His hair is the color of night, thick, and full. It always glistens in the sun or moonlight. His face chiseled to perfection and is enhanced by a straight nose and full, lush lips. He stands at 6’ 3” with a strong muscular body that would surely gain him attention from the ladies. Yet Andre also favors his mother. He has her eyes, which are almond in shape and a fantastic shade of brown. (more…)

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