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Friday, December 19, 2014

Author A.L Goulden Talks Erotic Romance & Writing on the December Rain Book Tour with Giveaway

The Complete Self Publishing Indie Author's Resource Site Interviews A.L. Goulden - Author of December Rain  and August Fog...

Thanks for stopping by our blog. Can you give our readers an intro into your currently released books? (You can format this answer how you see fit, i.e., multiple paragraphs, one long one)
Thank you for having me. The August Fog series focuses on a television editor named Monica Waters, her husband Alex, and an artist named Quinn Matthews. 

In book #1,  August Fog, we see that Alex and Monica have known each other since high school and have already had a rocky marriage, but they really do love and count on each other. Monica's life has just lost passion in and out of the bedroom. Well, until Quinn Matthews moves next door. Quinn is reserved and mysterious. He's talented and polite. He's almost always shirtless and she can't stop staring. The beautiful tattoo of a tree that wraps around one side of his body draws her in and his blues eyes take her. Right away you see that this man has an affect on her, and the feeling is mutual. Through the month of August they get to know each other and develop a relationship that's impossible to resist. Their hot affair is way too close to home and the lines between her two men start to blur as she struggles with guilt and lust. By the end of August Fog, Monica has to make a difficult decision before she falls too far. 

In book #2, December Rain, Monica and Alex are in therapy trying to get to the root of their issues. They head to Hawaii looking for a lasting spark, but just when things get fired up, they run into Quinn and their worlds crumble. Alex can't keep what he clearly no longer has and walks away. Monica doesn't deal with life change well and we see her spectacularly messed up, making bad decisions and finding that the only thing she can do is let go. This is Quinn's second chance. His recent success has spun a whole new life that's settled into the places Monica loves. Coincidence? Not likelyHis hearty sexual appetite only has one craving, but so does his heart, and falling in love is so easy. This book may tear your heart out in the storm, but it feels so good to drown.

Did you always want to be a writer?
Not as a career. No. I'm an artist and a designer first, but  I've always loved stories. That's why I got into film and television. That's why I went to film school. I fell in love with the visual art of story telling and followed it. When I was a kid I started writing short stories. In fifth grade I wrote a fifty page book about five boys at a sleepover who encounter an escape con on a stormy night. I remember binding it into a book and of course drawing a cover (my favorite part). In college I wrote scripts and worked with some amazing screenwriters to hone my skills. I always excelled at dialogue and structure more than finesse, so I'm working on that now. Through the years of reading and working on other people's scripts I just started storing away my own ideas. I think I got to a place where my head was so full, I need to purge on paper. *laugh* I know I have enough stories to fill a decade in and out of the romance genre. 

Can you tell us what led up to you writing your first book?
Some of the premise for August Fog is based in reality. I was laid up on the couch for a summer, forced to quit my job, because of three stress fractures in my ankle that wouldn't heal. I was reading a lot to pass the time and eventually started writing. There really was a sexy neighbor, he really is an artist, but there was never an affair. Luckily I'm married to a man that finds my overactive imagination amusing and he never once thought it was autobiographic. *ha!* So many of the books I was reading had a similar heroine who was "damaged" as well as the same alpha males. I wanted to build characters that were realistic and flawed to see if I could make them sexy as well. People you would know. Your best friend or coworker. Real life is complicated and real love is even worse. I knew Monica wasn't always going to be likable. As much as we'd like to deny it, most of us aren't when we're going through stress, but that wasn't a reason not to connect to her or even understand her. I set out to create a story that touched on the complications of love and commitment. I never thought it'd be a finished novel, much less multiple, but once I got into it I didn't want to stop. The challenges of writing are so addictive that I can't imagine ever quitting now. It's become my vice I guess. The reality is that I have another career still as a Production Designer and Art Director so writing still tends to be crammed into my nights and weekends or between shows.

Did you ever consider traditional publishing? 
Maybe later in my life. I would probably have to quit my other career to keep up with the schedule and travel a traditional publisher might require. I'm not ready to walk away completely yet.

Can you share some of your self-publishing journey?
Oh man... how much time do we have? I'll say in all honesty I knew nothing, nothing at all, about self-publishing. Once I had this series in mind I did a little research and went with BookBaby because they were supposed to be a "one-stop" publishing option. I was doing a one-hour drama series and didn't want to figure out how to upload different versions of my book to multiple outlets. I used peer-groups and beta readers as editors and then uploaded. It was awful. The first version of August Fog wasn't ready to be out there and BookBaby was a terrible fit for me as a newbie and evolving writer. Their system doesn't allow you to make changes to your book easily and charges $25 every time you want to change anything... that includes the price. You can't just go in and put your book on sale for a week without emailing them to ask them to change it, pay $25 and then wait for them to get around to it. It drove me crazy and I wasted time and money trying to navigate the process. To top it off, they didn't show sales until almost 3 months later. At first I thought that publishing was just the last dinosaur industry working on net-60-90 systems, but then I realized it's just that particular company. So I pulled my book and moved to Smashwords, Amazon KDP & Google Play directly. I felt like an idiot for wasting time, but in the process I learned so much about marketing, tracking sales, and how to anticipate what works.

In your experience, what have you found to be the pros and cons of self-publishing?
Pros - You get to decide everything yourself. Release dates. Cover design. Marketing plan. Promotion.
Cons - You have to decide everything yourself. Release dates. Cover design. Marketing plan. Promotion. There are times when I know having a team behind me to help through the decisions would make my life a lot easier. I just worry that my creative input would be stifled a bit by others.

Do you spend a lot of time researching for your books?
Yes. It's something we do in production too so it's instinctual to search for locations and motivations for everything. I love sinking things into reality. Someone reading the book may have a link to that place or subject that you could connect with uniquely.

One of the biggest differences between traditional and self publishing is the method of advertising. Have you found it challenging to promote and advertise your work?
Yes. It's so hard. Especially when you're just starting out. In this market there are thousands of writers cranking out stories. Some good, some not so much, but they've been around and built a following. The one thing I've learned is that no amount of advertising will replace time. You can spend thousands on ads or spam people with your newsletters, but if they don't know your work or know someone who raves about it, they're slower to come around and give you a try. There are also SO many avenues to suck your money away on promises of readers and sales. No one can deliver that, so be cautious about who you spend with. I'm still learning along the way what works for me. It may be different for you.

As a more experienced writer do you have any advice for new writers when it comes to researching, advertising, or editing your books?
Publishing still is a dinosaur in the sense that you have to plan way out in advance. If you think your book is ready to publish, then plan to do it six months from now. Not now. Take that time to build your marketing strategy. Get beta readers to post ARC reviews. Build buzz. Take the time to prep the launch with a base in place. Start a blog. Grab people's interest so you have a group to release your work to. Otherwise, you'll end up hitting that button and watching the sales graphs flatline. It's the worst motivation killer. Don't do it.

What has been the most rewarding moment of your writing journey? 
Fans who tell me they fantasize about Quinn or have had a dream about him. Or when they say they wanted to strangle Monica, but still love and root for her. Creating someone who becomes real to someone else is really amazing. There's no other art form that lets you share an idea quite like books do.

Virtual Book Tour Dates: 11/26/14 - 12/24/14

Tour Promotional Price: August Fog (the first book in this series) will be $.99 throughout the tour!

Genres: Contemporary Erotic Romance 

Monica and Alex Waters have spent that last few months working to repair a broken marriage and rekindle their passion. Just as they start finding their spark, Quinn Matthews and his escalating career resurfaces, but this time Alex makes the decision to let Monica go.
The devastation of losing her high school sweetheart, her home, and even her dog twists Monica down a destructive path that alienates her from her closest friends and lands her on Quinn’s couch. Despite her efforts to resist jumping into his arms again, the spark between them reignites and sweeps her away on a whirlwind holiday adventure. She finds that falling in love with Quinn’s family and lifestyle is as easy as falling for his ocean colored eyes. The problem is that it’s all too easy, and when she sees that Quinn’s reinvented life has completely shifted towards her dreams, she starts to question whether he’s too good to be true.
Quinn has a secret that was never meant to be kept this long, but will Monica be able to trust another man who’s lied? And now that Quinn’s got his happily ever after in sight, he’s not about to let her go or share her with another man.

Praise For December Rain:
Just like August Fog, December Rain had me feeling so many emotions; tears were shed, fists were clenched, and many smiles were spread. I cannot wait for the next book in the series. Until then, I will be happily rereading the first two. – Cheryl Schopen

The outdoor style shopping mall is bustling with tourist and local art lovers. Rows of art galleries surround the courtyard where a stage welcomes a local reggae band. Monica settles into a groove and starts dancing with the crowd. Alex tries to hang in for a couple of songs before he starts feeling claustrophobic and looks to the galleries and shops around them.
Go ahead,” she says with a loving smile. “I’ll meet you down there… after one more song.”
He gives her a little kiss on the cheek and glides his hand across her behind before making his way out of the crowd. His attention is pulled by various pieces in gallery windows along the way. There’s a large glass sea turtle in shades of green and gold followed by a painting of an autumn forest with heavy texture. He stands daydreaming for a minute until he’s distracted by a reflection passing in the glass. It’s so brief he’s sure it’s his imagination. He barely catches a glimpse down the mall as the backside of the man disappears into another gallery.
Alex follows the ghost, dodging through happy couples and pushy salespeople trying to get his attention. Before he can see inside the gallery, a painting that’s prominently displayed on a front wall stops him. A cold washes over as he stands there staring at it. He slowly moves inside, mesmerized by the familiar vibrant paint strokes until he sees a few people gathered in the back. A man talking to two smiling women stills himself as Alex’s eyes freeze on the back of his shaved head. No words were needed as the tropical air takes a chill. Even the women sense a showdown, and step back to give Quinn room.
Quinn turns. What do I say? Fuck! I thought that was him. I hoped it wasn’t. Quinn moves very slowly towards Alex. Is he gonna hit me? I do deserve it. Might as well get it over with.Hey.” Quinn pauses near the center of the room waiting.
Alex swallows hard, his nostrils flaring and fist clenched. His jaw flexes as his breathing grows heavier, but the emotions just start to turn to mush. His eyes fill as thoughts of his new friend’s betrayal wash over and the painting draws his eyes again.
I’m sorry Alex,” Quinn says quietly.
Monica nearly passes the gallery on her way to see their friends when Alex’s shirt first catches her eye. She halts and shifts backwards until she sees the painting and stops. It’s a female figure bent forward reaching for her toes. The abstract form of her body in swirls of orange and reds is cradled by a man swathed in blues and purple. Oh my God! That’s me. That’s us, stretching. It can’t be. He’s…
She struggles for air as the tears swell, and she can already feel him. As she stands there, not crossing the threshold, the two men watch her. When her eyes finally land on Quinn, electricity fills the room. She can only see him and the deep tan that backdrops the pale oceany eyes reaching for her. A warm drop gently slides down her cheekbone as her breathing syncs with his. His lips move slightly hinting at words that he can’t find, and she struggles not to run into his arms.
Alex’s discomfort is audible as he clears his clogged throat to rattle her attention to his worried eyes. She steps in and touches his hand briefly. “I’ll be outside,” she says, turning without another glance at Quinn.
Her feet move quick as her thoughts try to keep up. What are they doing? Alex is gonna hit him. I can’t believe he’s here. What are the odds? Did he know we’d be here? No. Maybe he moved here. That painting was him and I together. Would Alex know that? It’s pretty abstract. Fuck! This can’t be happening. Before she knows it, she’s at the other end of the mall near the parking lot. She settles on a bench to wait for the world to stop crumbling around her. 
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About the Author:
I’m a designer, author, wife and dog-lover living in the South Pasadena area of California. I got my BFA in Film Production from the Academy of Art University in San Francisco, but my love of a good story came way before college. I remember writing my first full story in fifth grade on a typewriter. I cut and pasted it into a book, complete with cardboard cover and taped binding. Things have changed a lot since then. With the magnificent digital age I can produce books and give them to the world without a sticky mess.
In college numerous instructors and peers praised my dialogue pushed me to hone my storytelling skills. Of course the need to cut and paste was still there, so I went into the world of Production Design and Art Direction for films and television. It gave me the ability to connect design to storytelling in a way that no other career can. The past 18 years have spun a unique perspective on visually emotional tales of relationships and the thread that ties all things together. Now I’m shifting focus on the driving force that brought me here… stories. I hope that I can share a unique perspective on life, love and the pursuit in all of the above.
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Win a $20 Amazon or Barnes & Noble gift card (winner’s choice), a signed paperback copy of August Fog, and bookmarks for both books on the December Rain Book Tour & Giveaway by A.L. Goulden! This giveaway will run 11/26/14 – 12/24/14. This giveaway is open worldwide. Enter through Rafflecopter.

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Thursday, December 18, 2014

For Kindle Unlimited Authors - How's It Treating You?

From what I'm seeing, the Kindle Unlimited pay for each book borrowed has somewhat stabilized for December, if not increasing by a few cents. I find this somewhat surprising, possibly. 

Last month there was quite an uproar when the pay dropped down so low. Understandably so. To enroll in this program, you have to pull your ebooks from any retailer but Amazon. Then you have to accept whatever amount they've decided on, and you have to leave your books there for three months. That's quite a commitment. 

And I've seen from a variety of writer hangouts that a lot of authors took their books out of KDP. Of course this wouldn't have pulled them out same day, as an author has to fulfill their three months. But it would indicate to Amazon that the author is not keeping their books in the Kindle Unlimited program anymore. 

And one has to wonder if Amazon heard that message loud and clear. The reported 700,000 number hasn't changed since last month on Amazon's website, but the borrow pay did not go below $1.30 either. 

I have no doubt that if Amazon had dropped this amount again there would have likely been a landslide of authors pulling their books out. A lot of these reads are $3.99 and more. Accepting just $1.30 a read is not much, especially considering that the authors can't sell the books anywhere else.

I think that seeing the January pay should be very interesting. And authors, I have to ask. How's this program treating you?

Monday, December 15, 2014

Interview With D.E. Haggerty on the Life Discarded Tour & Giveaway

The Complete Self-Publishing Indie Author's Resource Site Interviews D.E. Haggerty

Hi, D.E. Thanks for stopping by our blog. Can you give our readers an intro into your currently released books?
Thanks for having me! I currently have three books published and available. My first book,
Unforeseen Consequences, is a military suspense novel that was inspired by my time in the U.S. Army. Buried Appearances, my second book, is an historical mystery novel that was inspired by my father-in-law’s search for his real father who was shot by the Nazis in the Netherlands. Life Discarded is my current novel. It is a thriller/suspense novel that tries to answer the question of why the heroine, Morgan, would throw her life away in such a brutal manner. I wrote this book because I wanted to figure out what could happen to make someone walk away from their friends and family, letting them think that you were dead. 
Did you always want to be a writer?
I have always written, but I never considered the possibility of writing as a career. I don’t know why. Maybe because I’m a practical person that knew making money as a writer would be difficult? I am also very interested in justice and thought I could change the world for the better by being a lawyer. I don’t know if I’m disillusioned or realistic, but I sure didn’t change the world when I was a lawyer.

Can you tell us what led up to you writing your first book?
I was searching for an outlet for the frustrations and problems I was having adjusting to the ‘real’ world after having been in the military. I also wanted a way to show people how the military can change your life – even if you don’t go into battle.

Did you ever consider traditional publishing?
I did try to find an agent after finishing my first manuscript. I found it difficult and I didn’t have the patience to continue the struggle. I simply put my manuscript in a box and the box went into the attic for nearly a decade.

Can you share some of your self-publishing journey?
Sure! I published my first novel as an e-book on Amazon and Smashwords and sat back and waited for the book sales to roll in. I don’t have to tell you that is NOT what happened. I started to research how to market a book and learned that of course I should have been doing the marketing before I even published. Luckily, I’m good at admitting my mistakes (I’ve made enough of them!) and learned a lot from that experience. With my second book, I made a marketing plan and found that the sales were better, but still not good. It took a long time for me to write
Life Discarded and this afforded me the opportunity to spend even more time researching marketing and book publishing. I learned a lot and my marketing plan for Life Discarded was therefore a lot more detailed than any previous marketing plan. I also started running my Readsalot blog in which I promote and review other indie writers. This has helped me connect with a bigger market as well. I’ve also met some awesome writers! As far as the nuts and bolts of self-publishing are concerned, I’ve found that simply reading the guides published by Amazon and Smashwords and following them to the letter works well and is not too difficult for anyone with knowledge of word.

In your experience, what have you found to be the pros and cons of self-publishing?
The biggest pro is of course the freedom! I have complete and utter control over the final version of my manuscript, its cover and jacket.
On the other side, there is no one to help me. I’ve managed to create my own posse of beta readers and a copy editor as well as friends and family that lend a listening ear and reading eye, but I still struggle with marketing and trying to figure out what does and doesn’t work. Oh how wonderful it would be to have a big publishing company behind me helping me with the publicity and marketing.

Do you spend a lot of time researching for your books?
Yes! My historical books (I’m working on another one now) require a lot of research. As a history geek, I love that. I am an absolute stickler for details (thank you U.S. Army!) so even books that normally wouldn’t require too much research, I research thoroughly. I check everything! When my characters take a direct flight from Milwaukee to Cancun, I check that there are indeed direct flights.

One of the biggest differences between traditional and self publishing is the method of advertising. Have you found it challenging to promote and advertise your work?
In a word – YES! This is the biggest struggle/frustration I have as a self-published author. I am still constantly researching marketing and promotion services and checking what works and doesn’t. It is a financial struggle as well. Sometimes I’ll see a publicity stunt that I think is an awesome idea – only to try it and not see any improvement in sales.

As a more experienced writer do you have any advice for new writers when it comes to researching, advertising, or editing your books?
The most important thing I can say is get a copy editor! There are many affordable editors out there. I thought that I could do my editing myself. I mean I’m highly educated, why not? Yeah right. Once the book has been published with a multitude of typos and reviews comment on this, you have a problem.

What has been the most rewarding moment of your writing journey?
I can think of two comments that really made it all worthwhile. I’ll share one with you: My mother-in-law, who is Dutch and was alive during the Second World War, reviewed my second book (which is an historical novel based upon WWII) and said that she was amazed that someone that was not alive during the war could capture the atmosphere of what it felt like to be living in an occupied country as well as I did. You can’t ask for a better compliment than that!

Virtual Book Tour Dates: 11/24/14 – 12/22/14
Genres: Suspense/Thriller/Mystery, Women’s Lit
Tour Promo: Unforeseen Consequences and Buried Appearances by D.E. Haggerty are free until 1/1/15.


Why would a woman who has it all throw her life away? Morgan has the perfect life. She married the man of her dreams. Daniel is smart, gorgeous and successful. Everything she has always wanted in a husband and the father of her children. But he’s also overprotective, jealous, and domineering. Is living with him enough to drive Morgan over the edge? Or does something more treacherous lurk beneath the façade? 


A gorgeous, sweet woman that is oblivious to her own beauty. She’s shy with men, but a rock to her friends. A librarian in a small town in the mid-west. She’s been waiting a long-time to find the one.


An accountant in the city who will do anything to be the youngest partner in his firm. He always gets what he wants and he wants Morgan. He will pursue Morgan until she submits.


They rush through a courtship and marry within a year of meeting. Morgan’s life is perfect. She has a job she loves, a best friend for which she would do anything and a husband that completes her. But things are not often as they appear. Behind closed doors the loving Daniel that Morgan married is jealous and overprotective. Sometimes he’s even domineering.

The Culmination

Morgan runs away – destroying everything in her path as she disappears. What made this good girl go bad?


Morgan was still obsessed with Daniel’s locked office door the next day at the library. Instead of getting busy with her overload of work, she stared at her computer, trying to work, but not accomplishing anything as the words on her computer blurred together.

Did you hear?” Dawn shouted as she breezed into Morgan’s office. Morgan startled at the sound of Dawn’s voice and shook her head to force the fog from her head.

Jeez, Dawn, you scared me.” Morgan held her hand over her beating-out-of-control heart.

Dawn came over to Morgan’s desk, shaking a newspaper in her hand. “Did you see this?”

Morgan had no idea what in the newspaper could be getting Dawn so excited. “What are you talking about you?” She asked on a sigh.

Dawn opened the newspaper and laid it over the mess on Morgan’s desk. “Look,” she said pointing to a column in the crime section. Morgan waved her hand over the newspaper, caught up in her own drama and uninterested in a stranger’s drama. “Just tell me.”

There’s been another rape,” Dawn was nearly shouting.

Another rape? What are you talking about?”

Dawn sighed and crossed her arms. “Don’t you remember? There was a rape at that fancy hotel in Milwaukee a while back. And now there’s been another one!”

That’s horrible.” Morgan sank into her chair. Dawn sat down across from her. She picked up the newspaper again. “It was at another hotel in downtown Milwaukee, but they’re withholding the location as they don’t want to scare anyone.” She continued to scan the story. “They’re calling it date rape. Don’t you hate that? Rape is rape. No is no.”

Morgan nodded. Based on personal experience, she could vehemently agree. Dawn went back to reciting the facts from the article. “It says the woman was picked up in some bar and then they went back to her hotel room. The victim, whose identity is protected, claims she tried to fight off the assailant, but at 5’4” the victim didn’t have much chance. The victim’s long hair was ripped from her head in places and her glasses were destroyed in the struggle.

Morgan shuddered. “Dawn, that’s enough. We need to get to work.” She pulled herself together and shooed Dawn out of her office. She locked her office door behind Dawn and sank to the floor. Taking deep breaths, she tried to fight the guilt clawing at her. In desperate need of reassurance from a loved one, she stood and went to her bag for her phone. Daniel had left that morning for some conference. Although she was desperate to call him, she didn’t want to anger him by disturbing him and settled for texting – hoping he would respond.

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About the Author:
D.E. Haggerty was born and raised in Wisconsin but thinks she’s a European. After spending her senior year of high school in Germany, she developed a bad case of wanderlust that is yet to be cured. After high school she returned to the U.S. to go to college ending up with a Bachelor’s degree in History at the tender age of 20 while still managing to spend time bouncing back and forth to Europe during her vacations. Unable to find a job after college and still suffering from wanderlust, she joined the U.S. Army as a Military Policewoman for 5 years. While stationed in Heidelberg, Germany, she met her future husband, a flying Dutchman. After being given her freedom from the Army, she went off to law school. She finished law school and moved to the Netherlands with her husband and became a commercial lawyer for more than a decade. During a six month break from the lawyering world, she wrote her first book, Unforeseen Consequences. Although she finished the book, she went back to the law until she could no longer take it and upped stakes and moved to Germany to start a B&B. Three years after starting the B&B, she got the itch and decided to pull the manuscript for Unforeseen Consequences out of the attic and get it published as an e-book. Deciding that she may have indeed finally found what she wanted to do with her life, she went on to write Buried Appearances. After moving to Istanbul, she started on Life Discarded, her third book. Between tennis, running, traveling, singing off tune and reading books like they are going out of style, she writes articles for a local expat magazine and various websites, reviews other indie authors’ books, writes a blog about whatever comes to mind and is working on her fourth book.
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Enter to win a $25 Amazon gift card on the Life Discarded by D.E. Haggerty Book Tour and Giveaway! Open worldwide, this giveaway will run 11/24/14 – 12/22/14. Enter through Rafflecopter.

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Thursday, December 11, 2014

Paranormal Romance: Christmas on Legionnaire by Desiree Broussard

Virtual Book Tour Dates: 11/18/14 – 12/16/14
Genres: Vampire Romance, Erotic Romance

Taken: The Vampire’s Concubine – Part Six
Christmas on Legionnaire
A vampire romance bestselling paranormal romance series!
Keely has found happiness as mate to the most powerful alpha vampire on Legionnaire… or so she thinks. When the latest shipment of concubines are unloaded, though, her entire world is shattered as someone unexpected is revealed. Will the magic of Christmas be enough to heal her broken heart?
This series is best read in order. See parts one through five exclusively on Amazon Kindle!

A hand slid along his upper shoulder, as a woman moved to stand in front of him. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a bun, her attractive dark eyes simmering with arousal in the flashing lights. She was beautiful, and she was a vampire. And from the fresh bite marks on her neck, she was exactly what Zander was looking for.
“I haven’t seen you around here before,” she murmured, in a sexy, throaty voice.
“That’s because I haven’t been here before,” he retorted, his muscles tensing as her hand followed a slow path from his shoulder to his abdomen. With her eyes locked to his, she dropped her hand down to the bulge of his crotch as she squeezed.
“Mmm, nice, “ she breathed out, caressing him boldly. She wiggled her way in between his legs to whisper in his ear, “I’m interested. Let’s go in the back.” 

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About the Author:
I’ve always had a fascination with vampires. My ideal man evolved from tall, dark, and sexy to tall, dark, and sexy with fangs. And so my fantasy was born.
My first release is Taken: The Vampire’s Concubine (Part One). If you like a safe and neat series, this is not for you. Taken is very dark in nature, with strong sexual themes, dangerous situations, and Gothic undertones throughout it. When you open the pages to my series, you’re stepping into a world ruled by beings that survive on blood. There’s nothing safe about that.
The year is 2050, and Keely has just been abducted from her home in small-town USA. Blindfolded and bound, she is taken into outer space and delivered into a world with three moons and no sun. Almost immediately, she discovers her fate. Due to a rare blood factor she’s been taken and now she’s expected to select a male vampire mate and breed.
The attraction between her and her guard is instantaneous, but where can it lead? Now a concubine, Keely is taken for her grooming. The market is quickly approaching, her future dark and uncertain. She’s destined to be a vampire’s concubine, but which one will she pick?
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Friday, November 14, 2014

Kindle Unlimited's Author Share is Now Down to $1.33.

I suspected that the rate would drop for authors, but I had hoped I was wrong. Turns out I wasn't. Amazon has dropped their Kindle Unlimited rate for authors down to a mere $1.33 per borrow. 

And I believe that it will only continue. I don't look for this to stay above $1 much longer, if it even makes it beyond next month. Kindle Unlimited is on a downward spiral, and many authors are going to have to decide if they want to stay on board or go else where. 

Amazon requires authors to stay on for at least 3 months. There is no way around this. And during those 3 months you are tied in. You can list your ebooks anywhere else. 

Another thing that I feel has went against author's pay rates for this program is the influx of short, meaningless booklets that people are posting. They are doing this by the handfuls, and unfortunately, they are being paid the same as authors that have full-length, edited books. In my opinion, it devalues the Kindle Unlimited program. I've seen book after book that is just a short booklet of articles and other nonsense from the Internet. 

I believe that a lot of authors are probably very bummed out this latest drop. But again, I don't believe this is where it will end. My guess is the downward spiral is just starting. Will you keep your books in if it continues?

Tuesday, November 4, 2014

Guest Post by Juliette Jones - Author of Honey Girl - Erotic Romance Blog Tour & Giveaway

 Guest Post by Juliette Jones:

JJ: So, for this blog guest post, I’ve been asked to talk about writing.  Luckily, this is one of my favorite topics!

I started writing in high school.  I took a creative writing class and loved it.  My teacher graded one of my short stories with an A+++ and wrote ‘keep writing’ at the top of the page.  That lit a little fire inside me (take note, teachers!).  I was inspired.  And I did keep writing.  It took a few more years before I got serious.  I was busy with studying, getting married, work, life, etc.  But the urge to write became more insistent, like a craving.  I read a lot, across almost every genre under the sun.  And I write in a few different genres too.  (I have a few different pen names J.)  Through college and after, my writing always tended to focus on the romantic, and my reading ventured from literary, where it originally started, to romance and then to erotic romance.  I was very intrigued J.  I was told by a few of my friends and readers that I had a knack for writing ‘romantic’ scenes and I decided to write a book that focused on those, in more detail.

BILLIONAIRE was my first erotic romance.  It’s *very* explicit and that was intentional.  When I read erotica, the explicit scenes are what I’m reading for so I wrote a book that focuses on lust.  The characters Lila and Alexander are completely overcome.  They’re like magnets that can’t resist each other’s pull and they get down and dirty almost as soon as they meet each other.  Their relationship is over-the-top: obsessive, possessive and intense.  It’s told from alternating points of view, and that was fun to write.  Alexander’s voice came easily to me and I had a great time exploring his crazy new addiction to Lila, which he’s more than a little disarmed by.

HONEY GIRL is the continuation of Lila and Alexander’s story.  The book can also stand alone, so readers don’t have to read in order.  In HONEY GIRL, Lila and Alexander’s relationship has deepened from one of pure, white-hot lust to an all-encompassing love that awes them both.  It was fun to write about the progression of lust into love.  If they could have it their way, they’d seclude themselves away in Alexander’s private penthouse day and night.  But reality insists on making its way into their haven.  Alexander’s supermodel ex-girlfriend doesn’t want to give him up.  Alexander’s brother Jake is awaiting his prison sentence.  And a senior employee of Alexander’s – who just so happened to be present at a recent poker night that got a little out of control – now has the hots for Lila.  So it’s all Alexander and Lila can do to keep forces beyond their control from tearing them apart.  The book is set in New York City, the Hamptons and Key West, and I hope readers will enjoy it!

As for my writing schedule, I try to write every day.  I aim for 2,000 words a day but don’t always get there.  And some days I get into a groove and can write all day and all night in a frenzy, which I love J.  I think my record is around 30 pages in one day.  I wrote the erotic novella WILD RIDE in just a couple of days (editing took a little longer!).

Right now I’m working on the third book in the BILLIONAIRE series.  This will be Jake’s story.  Jake is Alexander’s younger brother and has featured in BILLIONAIRE and HONEY GIRL.  He’s a complex guy with all kinds of baggage: a damaged, vulnerable badboy with a heart of gold.  We briefly meet his love interest in HONEY GIRL.  She has a backstory of her own, including a boyfriend whose background and personality are about to introduce a world of trouble for Jake.  But not to worry, Jake was always destined for his own HEA J

I love hearing from readers!  My email is  I’m also on Facebook (, Twitter (@juliettebillion), Tumblr (, and I have an author blog (

Thanks so much for having me on your blog!


Virtual Book Tour Dates: 10/13/14 – 11/10/14
Genres: Contemporary Erotic Romance

Alexander Wolfe is a billionaire whose priorities used to include work, money and total control. No longer. He now has only one obsession: his beautiful new fiancée Lila, whose combined innocence and sultry femininity drive him to the brink. Their attraction began as an uncontrollable lust and has bloomed into an all-encompassing love affair that awes them both. If Alexander could have it his way, he would confine Lila to his private penthouse and bask in the glow of her sensual charms day and night.
But when reality forces its way into Alexander and Lila’s private world in the form of Alexander’s supermodel ex-girlfriend, Alexander’s brother Jake’s impending prison sentence, and a very persistent work colleague of Alexander’s – who just happened to be present at a recent wild night of poker that got a little out of control – things get complicated.
Will the drama drive them apart, or is Alexander and Lila’s love strong enough to get them to the altar?

HONEY GIRL is the second book in the BILLIONAIRE series (and can also stand alone).

Also by Juliette Jones:

HONEY GIRL by Juliette Jones (Chapter 1)


He lay next to me, still asleep. His black hair was all askew, framing his face in artful, silky disarray. The cinnamon skin of his brawny shoulders looked dark, as always, next to my pale curves. He lay on his stomach, his face turned towards me, his muscular arm curled around a pillow. His full lips were barely parted, his face peaceful. He looked young in his sleep. Relaxed. That visceral, male aggression that clung to him softened when he slept, but the innate arrogance was somehow still there. In the curve of his mouth. In his strong features and the dark stripes of his eyebrows. I watched him sleep for a few minutes, fascinated by his mesmerizing flawlessness. He was astoundingly beautiful.

He had the build of an athlete. Tall and toned with graceful bones. Powerful, with the kind of strength that draws your eye and makes you aware of it. Of how easily it would be for him to use it. On you. Of how brutal he could be when he drove his immense, thick, hard-as-stone cock deep into you, forcing wave after wave of raw, lustrous pleasure.

I could have touched him, with feather-light strokes across his shoulders. Down his back. I could have rubbed myself against him and kissed his perfect lips, licking him, tasting the minted, drugging flavor of him. I knew he’d be instantly ready for me.

Alexander was always ready.

But today was the day I was starting my new job. As Alexander’s assistant.

Not as his assistant, I reminded myself. As his business partner.

This whirlwind romance had not only landed me a gorgeous sex-god of a fiancé, it had also placed me at the right hand of one of the most powerful CEOs in New York City: founder, owner and mastermind of Wolfe Enterprises. Alexander was the executive of the esteemed and hugely successful magazine Skyscraper. He also owned two major book publishers and ran several investment companies, hedge funds, and a number of cash cow Internet businesses.

He was a type-A genius with a dark side and a voracious carnal appetite. Which he took out on me whenever he got the opportunity. Which was, it had to be said … often.

It was Monday morning. Early. Earlier than we usually woke. We’d become night owls, the two of us. Darkness was our erotic haven, where we could exist only for each other.

I didn’t regret a single decision. Of course I didn’t. But sometimes when I stopped to think about things, like now, in the quiet of a purple-skied dawn, I almost felt a sense of vertigo from the gargantuan shift my life had taken over the course of exactly two months.

Two months.

Two months ago, I’d been a capable yet fumbling, unemployed, broke, virginal recent-graduate who dressed in baggy clothes, wore unfashionable glasses, had a bad haircut and who preferred to keep all members of the opposite sex at arm’s length. And now? Well, times had most definitely changed. At least when it came to one particular member of the opposite sex.

I lay in the semi-darkness and took in my surroundings. The heavy, decorative drapes that framed Alexander’s – our – bedroom windows were never drawn. We were too high up to be visible to the mortals down below. Our view overlooked the distant streets, the treetops of Central Park, the gritty, graceful skyline of some of New York’s most expensive real estate. It was early October and the deep indigo of the city night hung on. The quiet, expansive room hummed with plush, cocooned luxury. Alexander’s bed was huge, swathed in expensive cotton and silk, most of which had been displaced and/or rumpled by our lovemaking.

At this, I’d proven a prodigy. Whoever thought virgins took things slow once they finally got going at the advanced age of twenty … well, they hadn’t put me in a locked room with Alexander Wolfe. It had taken all of thirty minutes for us to get not only intimate but downright feral. There had been a desperation to it that I still couldn’t explain. Physically, we were like magnets. Greedy, superstrength magnets who had no choice or control. None of it made sense, really. That we’d been willing to risk everything to get as close as humanly possible from that very first encounter – and every encounter since. Who does that? What highly educated, soon-to-be professional, modern woman throws all – and I mean all – caution to the wind just to get down and dirty with a ridiculously sexy, overconfident billionaire?

This one, apparently.

He was my drug and my addiction. With him, lines became skewed and normal considerations simply did not apply. To not get close to him proved impossible. To not want to get close to him seemed insane.


My lover. My devil and my saint. My strength and my weakness.

My fiancé.

Beautiful, crazy Alexander. All mine.

I was intensely happy that we would spend the day together. That we’d spend every day together. That seemed to be our way, though. Since I’d met him to interview for the position of his assistant, we’d been … completely overcome, to put it mildly. Inseparable and insatiable. He had difficulty letting me out of his sight, and I knew why. I knew what fueled his protective instincts. Still, it would now be a challenge for him: seeing me at work, having me ensconced in his professional setting. In his office and meeting with his staff. It would be difficult for us both. To resist temptation. To act like normal people and not amped-up, lust-crazed hedonists.

I’ll agree to try to employ you, Alexander had said. I can’t guarantee that this will work for me, though. I’m too close, too deep. I need to be able to focus on my companies, without distractions. And you, my sweet Lila, are more of a distraction than I can handle.

We’d fought about it but that had been before my meltdown. Before Jake had rescued me. I knew Alexander wouldn’t risk driving me away again. I now had a ring on my finger and a key to his universe, to come and go as I liked. He would tame himself, or he would die trying.

I hoped it could work.

And I wanted to be ready for it.

Silently, I rose from the bed, taking care not to wake him. I needed some time to prepare myself, physically as well as mentally. It had been a while since I’d worked or studied, or done anything at all except immerse myself in the decadent idyll of Alexander’s attentions.

I showered alone.

Already, I missed him. The contact. The closeness and the warmth. If I’d stayed in bed, dozing, he would have woken me like he always did. With his mouth on me, licking into me, softly opening me with his tongue, his hair silken against the sensitive skin of my thighs. Or with his cock, pressing its huge, hard heat against me as he spooned me, cradling me in his all-encompassing embrace. At first he’d just hold me. Then I’d feel him finding his way inside, barely entering me. He’d wait, pressing gently until my body began to soften and dew. I’d arch sleepily against him, taking more. And more. Until I became slippery enough for him to slide his massive arousal deep, and deeper, filling me, possessing me entirely. His fingers would be everywhere, intimate and playful. Coaxing warm, blissful pleasure. His powerful hold would demand submission, but I’d squeeze him with my body, pressing back against him invitingly, taking everything he gave. Making demands of my own. My own pleasure would tug at his, drawing the ecstasy out of him in clenching, undulating pulls, until he flooded me with his liquid heat. He’d stay inside me. We might sleep a little more. This time when he woke me, I might feel him at my breast, suckling lazily, feeding on me like I was offering him some kind of spiritual sustenance that was drugging to him. When we were fully sated, we’d get up. We’d shower together. He’d wash me and I’d wash him, my careful fingers soaping him everywhere. We’d make love again. Because we couldn’t get enough. Our hunger for each other was relentless. Eventually, we’d venture out into the day. We’d eat at a restaurant and talk. We’d walk a little, and he’d buy me something he saw in a window. Gold earrings. A cashmere sweater. A leather coat that cost more money than I’d made in my life. We’d visit a museum or a gallery, see a movie, or just walk. We might meet his brother somewhere and have a drink together. And then the two of us would return to his limo and make love, starved all over again.

Not today.

Today we’d be working.

I dressed in one of the many outfits he’d bought me. I chose a sleeveless sea-green silk tunic that matched the color of my eyes. It was a fitted wrap-around that was simple yet elegant, professional but feminine. I brushed my long blond hair and pinned it up in a French twist. Gold hoop earrings, my gold watch and my new ring were the only (real) jewelry I owned – all given to me by Alexander. I couldn’t help wondering how much he’d spent on my engagement ring. It was beautifully designed, a solid, rose-gold band inlaid with the largest, glintiest diamond I’d ever seen. It looked very, very expensive.

I wondered how Alexander’s staff would take this new development: that his new assistant was also his new fiancée.

Putting on some light makeup, I walked back into the bedroom.

His eyes were open.

He rolled onto his back and slung one arm behind his head. The way he moved was insouciant, utterly self-assured. So purely Alexander.


His body was unreal. Big and bronzed and hair-dusted and fully aroused.

Lila,” he said, his lazy, sexy charisma hitting me where it always did. In the most intimate place imaginable. That sleep-roughened edge to his voice reminded me of his rasped growls and lust-driven oaths … when he was inside me, groaning my name as we climaxed together, my body spasming around the hard, beautiful bulk of him. “Come here.” He patted the bed.

I went to him and sat down.

His fingers entwined with mine and he played idly with my ring, looking into my eyes. “Let’s get married soon. I don’t want to wait.” The combination of his sincerity and his staunch manliness was riveting to me, almost unbearably alluring. “Something small. At one of my houses. Whichever one you want. At the hotel in Paris, or on the beach in Key West. Or maybe in my vineyard in Malibu, overlooking the ocean. I think you’ll like it there. Water Mill is quiet this time of year. We could do it there, if you don’t want to travel too far. Or in Maine, on my island. It’s very secluded.”

They all sound nice.” I’d never been to any of those places. Except Paris, of course.

Or we could do it right here in the city if you want to.”

I really don’t mind where I marry you, Alexander. As long as I do.”

His slow smile just about killed me. “You weren’t here, in my bed with me, where I need you,” he accused gently, that alpha glint touching his expression. “You’re dressed,” he added, sulky with the observation.

I’m getting ready. Since I start work with you today. Remember?”

A smile played at the corner of his mouth. Of course he remembered. He was amused by how eager I was. I was eager. In my former life it would’ve seemed too good to be true. I wouldn’t just be working as an underling at Skyscraper, which just so happened to be the most glamorous magazine in publication, that rare combination of stylish and acclaimed, whose editors-at-large included Pulitzer prize-winning journalists, supermodels, film directors, bestselling authors, rock stars, celebrity chefs, presidents and aging beat poets, to name just a few. I wouldn’t just be answering phones and typing memos, I would be meeting these people. Expanding the list. Learning about everything, at Alexander’s side. I would read the articles before they went to press. I would take part in the art direction and the decisions about shoot locations and the relevance of political op-ed pieces. I’d been fantasizing about jobs like this one all through the long days and dark nights of my gloomy adolescence and the toiling, grinding slog of my hard-won Ivy League education.

This was no longer my former life. This was my new, Alexander-charmed life. And today was the day. Today I could finally use all that.

With him.

The job itself didn’t make me nervous in the slightest. The only thing that made me nervous was Alexander. How the intensity of our … attraction would mesh with life amongst the cubicles. Not that Alexander ever got near a cubicle, but still. It would be weird, after our orgasmic sexathon over the past month to return to normality. To refrain. To have to wait. To be near him but not allowed to touch.

There’s no rush,” he said. “The meeting doesn’t start until nine. Our commute is exactly three minutes by elevator.”

I know,” I said. “But’s already almost seven thirty. I think we should get started. Do I look all right?”

His dark eyes appraised my face, the flattering fit of my stylish new clothes. The smoldering glimmer of his gaze made my stomach flutter. Slowly, he shook his head.

No?” I touched my hair.

You don’t look ‘all right’. You look so fucking gorgeous it hurts. Right here,” he said, placing his hand on his heart.

I smiled, leaning to hold his hand, to kiss his broad chest, as though to ease his pain.

And here,” he smirked, his eyes heavy-lidded. His hand slid to his massive, engorged erection.

His phone rang, splicing through the quiet, intimate privacy and the sparked anticipation. On any other day, he would have ignored the call. I would have climbed onto him and kissed him everywhere, taking him into my mouth, letting the world fade away. Today he’d committed to meetings and attending to overdue issues with his companies. There was an investigation going on in the business Jake was in charge of that was getting a lot of unwanted attention. Alexander had taken more time off in the past month than in the entire course of his business career and his minions were getting impatient. Seven thirty on Monday morning was fair game. He picked up his phone and answered it gruffly.

I got up, letting him concentrate on what was clearly an urgent complaint by whoever the caller was. I went to the walk-in closet – which, after Alexander’s latest shopping spree (for me), was now almost half-full of my new, expanding wardrobe. I put on the new pair of Balenciaga boots Alexander had bought me, to replace the ones I’d ruined when I’d run from him through the pouring rain. I wouldn’t be needing my favorite coat, since we didn’t have to go outside to get to the downstairs office suites.

We could live our whole lives in this building, safely locked away. The thought sent a ripple of unease through me, but then it was gone. I had the key now. I could let myself out anytime I wanted to.

I was putting on some lipstick when he came up behind me. He slid his steel-strong arms around my waist and nipped at my neck. Alexander had such complete erotic power over me that his lusty, possessive bite was enough to rock me to my core. His huge, hard shaft pressed strongly against the rounded curves of my ass. But his arms were gentle and his words were tender as he nuzzled my neck, biting softly like he was marking me as his own. “Are you nervous?”

About the job? No. I’m excited. I feel ready.”

You are ready,” he said. “You’ll be amazing today, Lila. Don’t worry about anything. I’ll be right there with you. Whenever you need me.”

I turned to face him. As always, the stunning vision of him made my chest feel heavy with happiness.

God, I loved him.

At first it had shocked me that I could fall this hard and this fast for someone I barely knew. Then again, by the time I even got around to questioning the warp-speed momentum of my connection to Alexander, I’d already had hot, unprotected sex with him twice. Questioning the momentum after he’d repeatedly spent himself inside me had seemed a little ridiculous. It had been crazy. Wild. Unstoppable in a way that broke every rule and recast every boundary. We’d both been all in. Alexander was the one. I didn’t need years or even months to figure that out. I’d known it all along, from that very first moment.

Whenever I need you?” I repeated, laughing as his strong, warm hand curled around the nape of my neck. His hard cock slid against my stomach and I could feel the heat of his desire through the thin silk layer of my clothing.

He chuckled, nipping the soft hollow below my ear with his teeth. He understood. Our attraction from the word go was … intense. “You’ll have to try to resist me for five minutes.”

I can’t resist you, you know that.”

We’re just not used to exercising control when it comes to each other,” he said. “Everything will be fine, once we get started. You’ll see.”

I placed my palm gently against his chest, and I could feel his heartbeat. Sure we could. We could behave like rational, professional adults. We could control our urges and subdue our over-indulged libidos when we needed to.

You will be perfect,” he continued, kissing me lightly, “the star academic, the new Princeton grad with shining credentials and talent to burn. I will be the pinnacle of discipline and self-control. As I always have been. Before you showed up. And even when you, my Lila, my Kryptonite, walks into the room – or out of it – I’ll make every attempt not to morph into a raving psychopathic lunatic.”

Alexander had a few control issues. He had a problem letting me out of his sight: it made him a little manic. We were working on it. His smile was half-apologetic at the reference to his recent fuck-up, when he’d locked me in his bedroom, triggering my total meltdown.

But I’d already forgiven him for all that.

He held my face in his hands. “I’m going to try to behave like a reasonable, normal human being. As you know, that doesn’t come particularly easily for me when it comes to you.” He was half-joking, but then his tone turned more serious. “You know I’d do anything for you, don’t you, honey girl? You know none of it means anything to me anymore without you.” He kissed me again, just a brush of his lips against mine. “I love you.”

My hands slid up his neck, into the thick locks of his wild black hair. He had amazing hair. “I love you more.”

He smiled and his eyelashes lowered once, his expression soft. Enchanted and enchanting. This was my Alexander, this warm, compassionate lover, devoid of the ruthless authority that was so much a part of his CEO persona. This was the part of himself he saved just for me. “I’m afraid that’s not possible.”

I kissed his lips, touching my tongue to his. The kiss deepened as his mouth took mine, his tongue exploring as I allowed him anything he wanted of me with teasing, adoring invitation. My body and soul opened to Alexander, as always, with an almost worshipful intent. If I was his Kryptonite, he was my superpower. With him, I felt safe. With him inside me, I felt invincible. I gently sucked his tongue into my mouth, craving him with a quiet, savage intensity.

His phone rang again.

He swore under his breath and I pulled back a little.

You should probably get that,” I told him. He was considering not answering it. His own wicked, beautiful craving burned in the dark light of his eyes. By now I knew Alexander might have let his entire empire crumble around us if I asked him to. “Go.”

He disengaged reluctantly and walked over to pick up his phone from the bedside table. His colossal arousal was rigid and hot-looking, his body as ripped and perfect as a genius’s sculpture come to life. I wished I could feast on him. I felt that now-familiar, decadent longing: to put my mouth on him, to suck on all that throbbing beauty, to drink him in greedy mouthfuls. It seemed such a shame not to indulge in his magnificence, but it was clear enough we would have to take care of business before our pleasure could be attended to.

A first, possibly.

It’s Jake,” he said. “I’d better take this.”

I’ll go downstairs to your office and wait for you there.”

Alexander took a long look at me. Then he sighed lightly, and nodded. “Yeah. This could take a while. I’ll meet you on the seventh floor.”

It was surprisingly difficult, already: these interruptions. These small separations. “You’ve got the key,” he added.

His eyes held mine for a brief moment. Yes, I had his key. To get in and to get out. To never be locked up again. Right here and now, though, I felt a little conflicted. I almost wished he would lock me up. With him. To seal us away forever so I could have him all to myself. “I’ll see you soon.”

You’ve got a hot date tonight, by the way,” he smiled, dark-eyed and wolf-like. “Be ready for me.”

I’m always ready for you,” I told him coyly.

His eyes narrowed with such smoldering lust I thought he might lunge at me, but his phone was still ringing. He answered it with a pissed-off growl. “Jake. What the fuck’s going on?”

I left him to talk to his brother, closing the bedroom door behind me. I walked down the curved, modern staircase, taking in the view out the wall of windows. New York on a clear October morning must have been the most beautiful place on Earth. Gleaming, sunlit buildings shone like beacons of power against a brilliant blue sky.

I let myself out of the apartment and took Alexander’s private elevator down towards the suite of Skyscraper offices that were located on the fifth, sixth and seventh floors of his building. He had a private penthouse office on the twenty-seventh floor and also a corner office on the seventh floor, which was where I was headed.

A woman sat behind the gargantuan desk and under the wall-sized print of the New York City skyline. I remembered it well, from the day of my interview, although it was a different receptionist today. She greeted me by name, which surprised me a little. Alexander, or someone else, must have told the Skyscraper staff of my new appointment. I wondered if they’d also been informed about my recent engagement to their CEO.

She gave me directions to Alexander’s office, and I found my way easily, entering his spacious corner suite. I felt excited, composed, but also distracted. I couldn’t get my cravings to settle down. It was unusual for us not to have acted on our compulsions this morning. It left me with a small pang of restlessness: to just disengage and walk away from him when he’d been so aroused. And so mouth-wateringly gorgeous.

For god’s sake, Lila, calm down, I ordered myself. You’re at work. Focus. Absolutely do not let yourself be reminded of the job interview. Of that very first encounter. Of the way he looked at you, licking his lips, inviting you into his lair. Of how it felt when he peeled off your sweater and squeezed your nipples between those brutal fingers. Or the way he felt when he slid that –

Ms. Carmichael, welcome.” I jumped a little, startled. A woman stood there, tapping on the open door. She was around thirty, with a short blond bob and tortoise-shell glasses. She was smiling and attempting to control her fascination, I could see this. I guess it was a vibe I would need to get used to. The ring was on my finger and her eyes rounded at the sight of it. Then she collected herself. “I’m Gwen Smith, one of the associate editors. Congratulations on getting the job as Mr. Wolfe’s assistant. We had about a million applications.”

Thank you, Ms. Smith.”

God, that makes me sound about a hundred years old. Call me Gwen. Please.”

Thank you, Gwen,” I said. She was nice, and I appreciated that she was trying to put me at ease on my first day on the job.

I can show you around while you wait for Mr. Wolfe to arrive, if you’d like.”

I kept my cool but I felt almost giddy with anticipation. About the job. About seeing Alexander again soon. I already missed him. I missed his black-haired, swarthy presence and the sparks in the room whenever he was near me. “That would be fabulous.”

She smiled and gave me a quick tour, introducing me to several other staff members. All of them watched me, half-intrigued and half-amused. I had no idea how to read their reactions to me and I felt surprisingly unaffected, like I was one step removed somehow, as if I’d been coated with a thin veneer of power. It was ridiculous, really. I didn’t have any power, over anyone. I didn’t even want power. Still, the thought crept in before I could suppress it: their mogul boss was my very-possessive fiancé, who would do anything I asked of him and who had shared with me the most passionate, transformative, intimate experiences of my life, and his. I can bring your CEO to his knees. I can make him come so hard with the flick of my tongue and the squeeze of my fingers that he groans like his heart’s being ripped out of his chest. I’ve taken him into my body and had him in every way it’s possible to do. He belongs with me. He’s mine.


I’d accused Alexander of being obsessive when it came to me but I was equally guilty. Either that or I was going mad. I didn’t even care at this point. I just wanted to see him again. Now. I was having some crazy withdrawal symptoms.

Here’s the conference room,” Gwen was saying. “This is where this morning’s meeting will be held. I’ll leave you to it if you’d like to set up. There’s coffee on the table in the corner and breakfast will be served at nine fifteen. Mr. Wolfe should be here any minute.”

Great. Thanks for the tour, Gwen. I really appreciate it.”

We should have lunch sometime,” she suggested. “I’ll introduce you to a few more of the Skyscraper staff. It’s a great bunch of people.”

I’d love that.”

We’ll set something up later. I’ll see you after the meeting.”

Then she left and I was alone in the large conference room. Out the windows, the view was more closed in down here on the seventh floor and, weirdly, I used this detail to ground myself. To remind myself of the new rules and restrictions. He’ll be here soon. You can appreciate his beauty from afar and save the rest for later.

I was placing the print-outs of the agenda around the table when Alexander swept in like a stormy-eyed, billionaire monsoon. I swear the temperature in the room spiked by several degrees. His energy filled the space, crowding around me like sultry, tropical warmth. He closed the door.

He looked almost windblown, like he’d been rushing. Even from across the room, I could detect his relief. He’d rushed so he could see me. A little fissure in my heart seemed to open a fraction wider with the realization that he needed me so much. That I wasn’t the only one suffering from this full-blown addiction.

Alexander was dressed in a beautifully-cut three-piece suit. He looked clean and hastily-groomed and gorgeous. His hair was still damp from his shower and it was a little too long, curling over his collar. It had been a while since I’d seen him dressed up and the effect shot straight to the pit of my stomach. The combination of his wild ferocity, contained as it was in his business clothes, was dazzling. Almost too much to bear. I want to rip those clothes off him. I want to bite him and hold him down as I entice him with my naked body.


He placed his leather briefcase at the head of the table. But he kept his distance, as though similarly affected. “Honey girl,” he greeted me coolly, his eyes predatory and his deep voice edged with a husked, controlled joy.

You won’t be able to call me that in the meeting,” I said, drawing closer to him, but not close enough to touch him; that would be dangerous.

No,” he drawled, and his gaze was on my parted lips. “But I can call you that now.”

God. His voice. So deep and gravelled. Thick with husky intent. How would this work? How would we function like regular people when the allure was this manic? I tried to distract myself. I pulled my eyes away, forcing myself to calm down, and I continued placing the papers around the table. “How’d it go with Jake? Everything okay?”

No. Not even close. He’s coming in this afternoon so we can make a plan. The press is in on it now, which makes everything more complicated. And a lot more expensive.”

I wasn’t used to seeing him so on edge. Most of the time we’d spent together, he’d been relaxed. Okay, not relaxed … intense. But easy enough to placate. The urge to comfort him now was too strong. I went to him, allowing myself one little indulgence: my fingers smoothed an unruly strand of his hair into place. “Is there anything I can do?”

He opened his leather briefcase, as though to distract himself. “We’ll see him later on. We’ll have to go through all the particulars and sort through them. Throw down some hush money if necessary. I don’t know why he can’t keep it on the straight and narrow. My brother has a knack for pushing every boundary.”

I’m sure there’ll be a solution.” I didn’t know anything about pushing legal boundaries, insider trading, or paying off the press and/or the police. But I wanted to be there for Alexander, to support him in any way I could. I was still touching the coarse silk of his hair. I skimmed my fingers along the line of his jaw, loving the endlessly appealing textures of him. The smoothness of his recent shave underlaid by a barely-detectable roughness. The plump curve of his lower lip. I wished I could touch my tongue to him. To lightly lick his mouth. My craving for him was pulsing in me, along with the beat of my heart.

He wasn’t breathing well. His face looked almost pained. “Lila. Why don’t you sit in that chair. Or stand over there for a minute. It’s probably not a great idea for you to touch me right now.”

My hand stilled, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to draw away. “Why not?”

He paused before giving me a gruff reply. “Because I get a fucking raging hard-on whenever you do. And, as much as I enjoy raging hard-ons, they’re not ideal in editorial meetings.”

Oh, god. I wished he hadn’t told me that. His anger fed my desire, inflaming it. I felt feverish. Alive. And so in love my heart ached.

And I couldn’t do it.

I couldn’t not give in to the most potent addiction I’d ever known. Pleasing him, and pleasing myself.

I glanced at the clock on the wall. 8:29. Feigning obedience, I stepped away from him. Instead of sitting down, though, I walked over to the door and flicked the lock closed. There was a window to the hallway, a single pane of glass that ran the length of the door, but it was tinted and opaque.

Alexander watched me walk back over to him, his eyes wary and so dark they looked black. I’d gazed into them enough to know they weren’t black at all. They were flecked with shades of dark gold and chocolate brown. And he could read my intent. “Lila –” He was watching my face and his question got lost in his breathing, in the intensity of his awareness of me as I stood close to him. Very close.

It’s only eight-thirty,” I said. He was watching my face. My mouth. He was flustered. I’ll admit it: I loved flustering him. I crazy-loved him when his big, musclebound body reacted to me in a way that was beyond his control. All that broad-shouldered, dark, masculine bravado. Mine. My basest urges were on overdrive. He was far too tempting. “They won’t be here until nine.”

He looked staggered. Torn. Ridiculously sexy. The worry had eased, replaced by a conflicted, ravenous need. Still, he protested. “Lila,” he said, his sternness underlaid with raw desire. “Be reasonable.”

I stood on my toes, licking the lightest touch along his lower lip. “This is me being reasonable. What I really want to do would take much longer.”

He stared down at me, incredulous. But when I ran my hand over the front of his pants, he was fully, mouth-wateringly hard. I kissed him again, licking my tongue between his lips. “I know how to make you come quickly. Let me.”

Damn it, Lila,” he growled, his breath quickening. I was already unbuckling his belt and he made no move to stop me. “Fuck.”

I want you,” I whispered, kissing him again.

Yes. You want me. You have me. And you’re going to be the fucking undoing of me. Which you know already.”

I am going to undo you,” I crooned, owning his surrender. I knew he wouldn’t refuse me. He couldn’t. He was as needy for my touch as I was for his. “Like this.” I unzipped him, reaching into his pants and grasping my tight fist around the hot immensity of him. “The door is locked. No one can see us. No one knows what I’m about to do to you.”

His eyes were narrowed, almost furious. Letting me do whatever I wanted. Challenging me to do whatever I wanted.

I’m going take you into my mouth,” I purred. “Just the head first. I’m going to suck on you and use both hands to –”

Lila. Fuck–”

Do you want me to stop?”


I squeezed him, working both my fists along his length in careful, provocative strokes. I gripped him harder, rubbing and teasing, totally focused on his pleasure.

Alexander groaned.

I spoke softly, murmuring the words. “Look at you. Look at my fingers swirling your juice all over your big, thick cock. See? You’re already starting to come a little.”

His expression was severe. A mixture between fury and ecstasy. He obeyed me, watching as I worked the silken, purpled crown of his shaft with my playful fingers.

Be very quiet,” I commanded him. I pulled a chair closer and sat down in front of him.

Lila,” he breathed, as I laved my tongue over the gathering moisture, tasting him, nipping and kissing his silky hardness. His eyes closed. “—oh, god help me.”

Again, I touched my tongue to his hot, throbbing cock, licking across the broad end in gentle, sweeping glides. I took him deeper into my mouth as I held him in my supple grip.

Oh, fuck.”

Quiet,” I said.

Distant voices could be heard outside, in the offices down the hall, but there was no one at the door. Alexander went very still and I sucked him hungrily, easing him deeper. I ran my tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock as I took him as deep as I could take it, drawing on him with building, circular suction. With my hands and my mouth I pumped him, increasing the pace. He exhaled a curse and I knew he was close. My fingers explored secret, intimate avenues, until his thick cum spilled into my mouth in sudden, furtive bursts. I swallowed as I continued caressing him with my tongue, until he was completely spent. I drank all of it, licking him clean.

It took him a minute to recover. I tucked him back into his pants and fastened them.

My god,” he breathed, touching a finger to my chin and tipping my face up to him. He pulled me up and held me close. “That was –”

I love you,” I whispered.

His color was high, his eyes volatile yet awed. He blinked, a slow, enchanted sweep that reminded me of moonlight. “You are so in for it tonight.”

I smiled and stepped away from him, smoothing my clothing. I gave him a look, letting him know I was up for it. For him. For anything that had to do with him and his promises. “I’ll look forward to it, Mr. Wolfe,” I said, with business-like, assistant-worthy subservience.

So will I, Mrs. Wolfe.”

He stopped me in my tracks with that one. Mrs. Wolfe. Hearing him say it sent little darts of too many emotions to name through my soul.

All right?” he said to me.

I nodded.

Alexander went to the door, unlocking it.

Just then, two men and a woman approached the door, talking, entering. They were followed by nine more people.

The meeting had begun.



The team of executive editors walked into the room, talking and laughing like it was any other day. Like all this shit was normal. Like I wasn’t walking some fine line between heaven and hell. The heaven part began to dissipate, speared by the sudden intrusion of twelve of my top employees.

And the hell was about to get a whole lot more intense.

I was still trying to recalibrate after an impromptu orgasm that had been so quick-rising and mind-blowing that I was still reeling. I felt like my heart was beating somewhere outside my chest, exposed and bloody for everyone to see. I had to glance down for a second just to make sure I was fucking zipped up.

It was probably a good thing Lila had sucked me off five minutes ago because there was no way I could’ve kept my cool otherwise.

Because sitting right across the table from me was Mark fucking Faber. A guy who’d worked for me for five or six years, who was friendly enough, who I’d socialized with from time to time and gotten to know, who I’d once had a conversation with about poker and who’d ended up joining in our occasional game.

Who’d been there that night.

Poker night.

With her.

Touching her.

What the fuck had I been thinking? How had I allowed things to get that out of hand? I’d been completely unprepared for her reaction. Yeah, I’d revved her up and I’d planned it that way. For me. So I could tease her and torture her like she’d done to me since the minute she’d swanned into my life like a million-watt lightning bolt of sexuality whose sole intent was to twist my heart and my soul into roped, tightening pleasure-knots.

I hadn’t predicted exactly how turned on those beads would get her. She wouldn’t take no for an answer. Right there in front of the boys. She’d offered those perfect, creamy breasts to my mouth. She’d begged me, pleading and demanding. And I’d gone with it. Of course I had. She’d been so wet I hadn’t been able to see anything past that juicy little pink pussy. I’d forgotten everything but her, like those movie shots where everything on the periphery fades out. She’d come right there on the fucking poker table, laid out on a bed of money like a goddess Greek mythology had forgotten to document. The Goddess of Jackpots and Orgasms.

By the time reality had kicked in they were already there. Before I could even react or fight them off. Now, the memory was almost too rage-inducing to handle. If I could’ve blocked it out I would have but it flashed through my mind in excruciating play-by-play detail. Jon had been kissing her face. Cole’s hands had played with her silky hair.

And Mark Faber had kissed her breast. Licking that perfect rosy nipple that was mine.

He was looking at her now. I could see it on his face: he was remembering how she felt. How she’d tasted.

I was about to fucking lose it. My inner caveman was seriously considering breaking free.

I couldn’t do this.

But Lila was looking at me. She could tell I was about to go ballistic, maybe. She was watching my expression, reading it. She placed her hand on my thigh, under the table. She just left it there, holding me in place. She recognized him. She knew what was going through my mind.

It was good. That light warmth calmed me a little, diffusing a single degree of my fury.

I had to take it.

I had to own up to the fact that it was my own goddamn fault. For putting her in that position. For not letting her come before the start of the poker game, when she’d asked for it. Begged for it. For not insisting she cover up a little, to save the skimpy, practically-transparent outfits for me and for me alone. I’d been blinded and blind-sided by this tsunami of lust that was so new to me. Of course I’d experienced lust before, but not like this. Nothing like this. This lust was madness-edged and brutal. Like it had one hand gripped around my heart and the other grasped tightly around my balls.

That old version of myself had been entranced by Lila Carmichael. Covetous and wild. Now, I was so in love with her I could barely see straight. The emotions were ten times more complex. And if I was going to spend a lifetime both protecting her while simultaneously allowing her to exist and work and live her life, I was going to have to man up and calm the fuck down.

Mark Faber wasn’t the only one riveted by Lila. They were all staring at her. At the vision that was Lila. Her eyes matched the sea-green of her dress. A few tendrils of her golden hair had escaped the clip she’d pinned it up with, framing her face in elegant coils. Her full lips were pink and almost-swollen … from the blow job she’d just given me.

God, help me.

Her right hand rested on my leg. And her left hand, gently clasped around a mug of coffee, displayed the ring. One million dollars’ worth of Tiffany’s finest.

Nice to see you all,” I began, willing my own steadiness. I didn’t want to fuck around. It was better just to get right to the heart of the fucking matter. And it turned out to be easier to do than I thought. I was steady when it came to work and leadership within the company I’d built from the ground up. As long as I focused on them – and not on her – I was fine. My voice sounded unwavering, almost arrogant. Which was also fine. Better to come across as a prick than a pussy-whipped mess. “Most of you know by now that I’ve hired a new assistant. This is Lila Carmichael.”

Lila smiled a little. She seemed cool and quietly confident. Aware of her own power. She’d changed over the past month. She’d always exuded a kind of sensual prowess, even if she hadn’t always been aware of this. She had bowled me right over with it the moment I’d laid eyes on her. Now, she was more experienced. She knew her own influence. It sort of radiated from her along with her golden glow.

As some of you might have heard,” I continued, “Lila is now not only my new assistant but she’s also my fiancée. We plan to marry soon.”

I let this information settle for a few seconds. There were some surprised murmurs, some not so surprised. A few of them offered their congratulations. Ashley Lynch, executive editor of the Fashion section of the magazine, obviously hadn’t heard the news. Her eyes widened. Ashley was a tall, willowy woman with dark hair she always wore pulled back in a tight bun, which made her look severe. Her chunky, black-rimmed glasses and flowing outfits were her trademark. It wasn’t a look that endeared her to men, but she was good at her job. I’d been encouraged to head-hunt her from another magazine about two years ago. I’d offered her big money to jump ship and she’d worked out well. The fashion shoots had received glowing reviews and had been called ‘hip, must-have and oh so New York’ by the New York Times, a quote that had become a sort of tag line for the department. Ashley had walked in, glanced at Lila, then turned her attention to the agenda. But she was listening now. Staring at the ring. And I knew the first fucking person she would call.


I let the unpleasantness of that realization drift. I hadn’t thought much about my ex since Lila had showed up on the scene. I’d mostly ignored Shawna’s irate and frequent phone calls. To be honest, I was fully aware I’d been a complete asshole to her. I wasn’t proud of it, but in my mind the whole thing was well and truly over. It was best to make that crystal clear.

The entire thought process left me feeling irritated. When I spoke again, my voice sounded mildly pissed off. Which was probably a good thing. I didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings about the next detail. “Lila just graduated from Princeton. Top of her class. She has some experience in publishing and will be working alongside me in whatever capacity she and I choose. With my assistance – and yours – she’ll be learning the ropes. The ins and outs of the entire magazine. She’ll spend time in each department, to be informed directly by each of you. I want her to learn the workings of the company from the ground up. So I’ll thank you in advance for welcoming her and guiding her in whatever way she requires as she settles into her new role.”

I glared at Mark Faber. Except him. I had a distinct urge to fire his ass on the spot. But I inwardly applauded myself on my restraint. I could sack him if the need arose. If he made one wrong move or if it all became too much to bear. Until then, I had enough on my plate besides looking around for a new head of the Political and Current Affairs Department. The guy had around twelve degrees and must therefore be smart enough to decipher that I would happily throttle him if he so much as touched a hair on her pretty little head.

He saw the look I gave him. He said something polite and non-suggestive to Lila and she smiled at him briefly and replied with a tactfully abrupt – for my sake, I knew – response before turning to the next person as I began to introduce them, one by one.

On to the next item on the agenda, which was filling me in on all I’d missed since I’d been away. Taking my spur-of-the-moment hiatus from life so I could gorge myself on her beauty and her sweetness. Her smile and her laughter. Her initiation and her satiation. Her luscious body and that tight little –

No. Control it. Do. Not. Rise.


It was agonizing, with her delicate little hand still resting on my thigh like that.

I stared at Ashley Lynch, who was speaking. I concentrated on her bulky glasses and her beaky face. The way her hair was scraped back into its school-marmish bun. She was working some odd look that might have been edgily fashionable but it was doing her no favors. I wondered, and not for the first time, what she and Shawna had ever had in common. My ex-girlfriend was a highly successful model who wrote a monthly column for Skyscraper. A day in the life of a jet-setting supermodel, that kind of thing. It had been Ashley’s idea. They’d become friends and still were for all I knew.

This was better.

Listening to Ashley Lynch’s androgynous monotone as she talked about her vision for the next fashion spread was helping. My hard-on was back under control.

Which was a very good thing because my phone rang and it was a call I would need to take. A police detective. Jake had mentioned him this morning. My brother had given the guy my number, at the detective’s insistence. He wanted to speak to me about the accusation against Jake for insider trading that my brother was tangled up in. I’d already made up my mind to do everything I could to pay our way out of it, if it came to that. And I knew I might have to spend the next few hours dealing with whatever it was this cop was going to tell me.

I stood up. To the collective group: “Sorry, I have to take this.”

I made a decision right there and then, even though I knew it would have a major downside; that downside, though, was a million times more palatable than picturing Mark Faber drooling all over Lila for the duration of the morning. I needed to know where she would be. I needed to concentrate. I had the NYPD on the other end of the line, awaiting my undivided attention. “Ashley,” I said. “Show Lila around today. Give her a tour of the Fashion department and introduce her to your people. Looks like I could be tied up for a while.” I realized how fucking abrupt I sounded. “Thank you,” I added. Ashley’s tense, puckered face softened by a miniscule degree. Usually I was more dedicated to my people skills but today was already having its way with me. I’d been given a practically-public blow job by my unbelievably hot nymph of a fiancée and my brother was about to get arrested.

I looked at Lila as I left. “You all right?”

Fine.” She smiled in that sexy-demure way she had.

I had an urge to tell her I loved her, but was aware of the twelve pairs of eyes staring at me. Certain revelations would undoubtedly cross her path today that would shake her. I wished I’d prepared her for what she was about to learn. I hadn’t wanted to shatter any of the moments we’d so far shared together and my admissions would have. But I wished to hell right now that I’d done it anyway.

I’ll see you later,” she said.

It was one of the most difficult things I’d ever done it my life: leaving her. Pathetic, possibly. I didn’t even fucking care. I felt like scooping her up and taking her someplace private, where we could be alone and talk and laugh and make love in that insanely beautiful way we had. So I could wrap myself around her. So I could reach her and kiss her and touch her. So I could get inside.

It was all I really wanted to do.

Instead, I opened the door and closed it behind me as I answered the phone. “Alexander Wolfe.”

Mr. Wolfe, this is Detective John Rizzo with the NYPD. How are you this morning?”

Fine. You?”

Well, I’ve been better. Despite my track record, I don’t enjoy putting people away. I’m gonna cut right to the chase: the FSE is demanding justice. Someone’s head has to roll, Mr. Wolfe. Your brother’s laptop was seized and we have enough evidence to put him away for ten years.”

Ten years? Shit. What the fuck had Jake been up to? “I’m sure we can come to an agreement, Detective. I have very deep pockets.”

They’re not gonna be satisfied with a pay-off this time, Mr. Wolfe. They want blood and they want time. I suggest you meet with your brother, prep your lawyers to within an inch of their lives, and get ready to write some fat checks. Even so, you’ll be lucky if he gets less than two years.”

I ran a hand through my hair. My skin felt clammy as a low-strung terror iced through my veins. Jake had spent a week in juvie once when he was sixteen. It hadn’t gone well. Jake wasn’t cut out for hard time. He looked tough but his chasms of vulnerability somehow still shone through the hard-man façade. The combination was like a beacon for thugs and bullies. My heart skipped a couple of beats at the thought of Jake behind bars. My little punk brother who’d had every hard knock life could cough up. Because of that, he couldn’t quite shake his fuck you attitude.

I suppressed the urge to swear at and/or threaten Detective Rizzo. “I’ll be in touch as soon as we’ve met with our lawyers, Detective.”

Make it sooner rather than later. An arrest will be issued next Friday if we haven’t heard from you by then.”

The line went dead.

I leaned against the wall for a second, feeling suddenly drained. I wished I could take him away, hide him somewhere. Maybe we could pull it off. He could simply disappear, change his identity, live out his life in a beachfront condo in Rio or somewhere. If I thought it would work, I might have suggested it. But Jake didn’t do rules. He wouldn’t stay put or abide by an imposed lock-down. He’d turn up in New York, no doubt, or get pinged by some power-happy border control officer once the heat died down.

I called my lawyers.
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