Scattered Flames #SneakPeek 2 #DragonQueen #TDQS #ASMSG

Blaze wanted to sear the smile from his smug face, but she couldn’t move. She couldn’t even will a flame into existence, and lord knows she wanted to. He not only stole her powers, he stunted her spirit energy too. Didn’t help matters that she still suffered the muddling effects of the Warlock’s possession spell.

Lucius consumed another gulp, swallowing faster this time. “Do you feel the ache to call out to my Queen? I truly wish you would. I imagine she would break through any barrier to get to you. After all, she did conjure a moonlight mirror.” He released a breathy chuckle. “It’s unheard of for any demon to accomplish such a feat alone. She’s so powerful. If you would just call for her aid…” Voice lowering to a whisper, he sidled in closer. His death-tainted breath feathered her face. “We both need this. I’m not certain of what I will do to you should I be forced to wait any longer.” He brushed the back of his hand over her arm, making her flinch. Frozen goosebumps formed where he touched her. “Bring her to me. Let us both be freed of this torment.”

“No.” It became increasingly difficult to remain grounded. His presence, this place… It was breaking her down.

“This resistant will not help you, my dear?”

“Resistance is all I have left.”

“Words of a true hunter.”

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Drank and Bitches ~ Chase #CharacterConfessions #ynwrites #ASMSG #AuthorGO

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What’s good, world! My name is Chase. I’m the bass player for Scorpion Tail, and here’s my confession.

ChaseBefore I get started tho… I’mma warn you, I can’t spell worth a shit and my grammar sucks, so read at your own risk.

This happened a while ago, but I’m gonna try and remember all the details.

One night, I was at a party. Not by choice. I was riding with Slice that night. We were supposed to grab a bite to eat then head to MonaLisa’s pad for an unscheduled jam session. But Slice got a call while we were on the road and the plans changed. He said we had to make a pit stop to his boy’s crib to pick up his fam, and get some “drank and bitches”.

His words. Not mine.

He asked me was I cool with that. What was I gonna say? No? He was my ride. Besides that, who turns down drank and bitches? Again, his words.

We rolled up to this big ass pad on Paper Mill road. I felt outta place before I even entered the house.

Slice knew everybody. He was giving fist pounds and partial man hugs everywhere we went.

Right away, I noticed the scattered skin. The dolls were out in masses. Fuckin’ Kardashian look alikes of every shade. Some were in dresses that barely covered their assets, and others were in bikinis, thongs showcasing bubble booties. One thing was for sure, they wanted attention. And they got it! Fellas were on the prowl.

I stuck out like a sore thumb, there weren’t many white dudes around. Just another reason to feel outta place. I strolled behind Slice with my hoodie on and my head low. When Slice disappeared to do his own prowling, I made a beeline for the kitchen.

Food and booze, they had plenty of it, so I got my fill.

I saw this chick in a red hoodie, sitting in a corner with a cigarette clasped between her fingers. She wasn’t like the other broads. For starters, she actually wore clothes—baggy jeans and Tims. She had a goth-like vibe going on. Her hair was long, but her sides were shaved. Dark lipstick, choker, charcoal eyeliner… Yeah, total goth chick. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was such a unique beauty. She looked like Lauryn Hill and Aaliyah had a baby together.

Some dude approached her. He was clearly thirsty, even though he had a beer in his hand. He tossed a few pickup lines at her. Not sure what she said to him in return, but that kat got 38 hot. “You stank ass, uppity biotch!”

Most chicks would be pissed. Not her. She laughed in his face, straight footing his pride. Dude went ballistics. He started calling her everything under the sun, spitting at her, throwing hands up and shit!

I didn’t know her, but that shit bothered me.

Slice came outta nowhere and hemmed that kat on the wall, forearm to the throat. Dude didn’t wanna catch them skull-crushing hands, so he was quick to apologize then he bailed the fuck out. Smart move. Everybody knew Slice not only beat the drums, but he cracked craniums too.

Okay, I’m gonna do a little dialoguing here. Try to keep up.

Slice whispered something to the hoodie chick that made her giggle then he rushed over to me. “Aye Chase, I got a little something to deal with over there.” He nodded his head to his left.

Two chicks were looking at us. Well more like looking at him. Girls didn’t flock to me like that. I was the odd ball—skinny white dude. Only time chicks looked my way is when I’m shredding my bass. Anyway, they had that look about them. You know the look, when you’re zooted and got the monster munchies, and you’re presented with freshly glazed donuts, Krispy Kreme delight. Yeah, that look. Heat seekers.

I came back at him with, “That looks like two somethings to deal with.”

Four if you count them big ass tit-teys.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Slice was a fool.

“You see the spit-fire tom boy over there?” He was talking about the hoodie chick.

“You mean Lauryn Hill and Aaliyah’s love child?”

Got him to smile with that one. “Her name’s Rochelle. We call her Roc. She’s my fam from NY. Keep an eye on her. Let me take care of these two Beckys real quick, then we can bounce.” He checked his watch. “Gimme ‘bout thirty.”

Thirty minutes? Sounded like bullshit. “More like two hours. They look like they’re gonna require an extended stay. Hope you had a Red Bull earlier.”

“Bruh, you stoopid!” He laughed then tossed his keys and wallet at me. “But you’re right.” He headed upstairs, with a doll on each arm.

After that, I picked a spot in the kitchen and just chilled. I had a perfect view of Roc, who was still posted way across the room in her corner. Some dudes near me decided to light up a fat ass doobie. I couldn’t hit it myself, due to my druggie past, but I wasn’t ‘bout to walk away from a contact high.

“Yo, Chase. It is Chase, right?” Roc was suddenly in my face. I would’ve stumbled back, but she had me pinned against the counter.

I didn’t remember taking my eyes off of her. But I did remember some chick sprinkling a line of powder on kitchen island, so I may have been momentarily distracted. That’s probably when Roc ran up on me. She moved fast tho! I swear she vampire-whooshed across the damn room in the blink of an eye.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me along.

“Oh-kay,” was all I could say. She had me baffled as fuck. Like, why was she dragging me around and stuff? And why was I letting her?

She pulled me over to the other side of the kitchen, near the fridge. Then she snatched the half-drunk beer outta my hand.

“Ayyyeee…” I reached for it ‘cause I wasn’t done with it. Took time to cut a lime, squeeze it in to enhance the flavor and shit, so I wanted to nurse that bitch.

“Here.” She shoved a new cool brew against my chest.

She was easy on the eyes from afar, but she was hella pretty up close. That New York accent made her even cuter. Her hoodie was partially unzipped. Beneath it, she had on a fitted half top. I wasn’t trying to stare or nothing, but she had to be larger than a B-cup.

“Thanks, I guess.” I grabbed the neck of the bottle, but she didn’t let it go.

“You were trying to catch a contact over there?”

“Whuut?”

“Don’t play coy. I read all through that bullshit. You were trying to get high.”

“I was trying to enjoy my beer.”

“While posted next to pot heads and dragon chasers? Right. Try again.”

She had me there. I smiled. “You got superpowers or something, ‘cause I swear I took my eyes offa you for a hot second and—”

“That was a long ass second.” Finally she let go of the bottle. “You were watching ole’ girl sniff those lines. You feenin’ for a hit or what, golden boy?”

Damn, was I watching her that hard? “Why you treating me like a junkie?”

She cocked her head. “Aren’t you? Slice made it sound like you were ‘bout to slip off the edge.”

Like, WHAT THE FUCK? How he gonna do me like that? Her first impression of me was that I’mma damn drug head. Fuckin’ Slice… If I could kick his ass, I would. “Don’t know what he told you, but I’m not that guy anymore.” I walked past her and headed for the counter across the kitchen.

“Where you going?” she had the nerve to ask.

I almost didn’t answer. Didn’t want to take my anger out on her tho. Not her fault I have a fucked up past. “Sounds like you’re policing me.”

“You don’t hear my sirens?”

Had to hand it to her, she had some cute comebacks. “Lime. I like lime in my brew.”

Her voice followed me. “Oh, so you a saditty white boy?” She giggled. “Go ‘head with yo’ lime then.”

I knew she was joking. She had just insulted the fuck outta me by calling me a druggie to my face and this was probably her way to make up for it. But I was too damn irritated, and frankly embarrassed, to let it slide off my shoulder. I walked out the house and headed for Slice’s truck. Yeah, I was ghosting her. I know Slice told me to keep eyes on her, but I wasn’t in the mood to take a tongue-lashing from New York’s finest spit-fire all night.

I leaned against the hood and pulled out my ciggy pack. By the time I lit up, Roc was standing in front of me.

“Okay, now ya’ getting creepy. This is just plain out weird.”

“Are you running from me, golden boy?”

“Hells yeah! You’re gonna follow me all night?”

“That’s what I do, follow suspicious white boys around just in case they get the urge to shoot up some shit.”

“Oh wow, you’ve added racism to your insults. Nice. Please, keep it coming.”

“Aw c’mon, I’m just fuckin’ with you, Chase. Lighten up. To be honest, you’re the most interesting thing about this whack-ass party, which we both know is nothing but a skin buffet. So yeah, consider me your shadow.” She did this cute pouty thing with her thick lips. “Did I hurt your feelings back there? When I mentioned the drugs?”

I shook my head no, then I nodded yes. “I’m fuckin’ sensitive, okay. You can’t tell I wear my emotions on my sleeves?”

She stared at me for a moment, smirking. “You wouldn’t last a day in New York.”

“Probably not. Why’re you here?” I’d been curious about that since I saw her.

“Uhh, I dunno really… Visiting? I got a little time off from work and I wanted to get away from the bustling city for a while to catch myself, but maybe I should’ve picked another place. I haven’t been here a whole day and I already wanna get back home.”

“No, I mean… here. Chicks like you don’t hang out at these type of parties.”

“You ain’t lying! This is definitely not my scene. What about you?”

“I got dragged in.”

“Same. I came with my cousin, but she ditched me to run off with a shiny new side piece—typical—kinda like Slice ditched you to get his smash on with the Amber Rose and Kim K duplicates. Sorry, it runs in the family.”

“Ah it’s no sweat. I’m used to it by now.” I brought the cigarette to my lips to take another puff.

She moved in closer and stole it from me. She took a slow hit then huffed smoke out through her nose. I have no idea why that made my dick rock hard. She was suddenly all up on me, breasts to chest, body to body, straight invading my space! It caught me off guard, had me frazzled, but I didn’t say shit about it. Why would I?

“What’re you hiding under these golden blinders?” She brushed my hoodie back and lifted my shaggy hair from over my eyes. Her face changed. Like, she looked shocked. She stared at me and I stared back at her. Her thick lips quivered, like she wanted to say something but didn’t know what to say.

Had her speechless. Ha-haa! “Careful, Roc. I can see into your soul now.”

She let my hair flop back over my face and stepped back from me. “Damn boy, those are some wicked blue eyes you got there. I see why you hide them. One flash of those pretty blues and you’d be jumped by all that skin in there.”

I blushed. Not sure why. This ain’t the first time a girl told me I had nice eyes. “Nah, I don’t know ‘bout all that.”

She finished my cigarette and tossed the bud on the ground. “I’m ready to go. Wanna get outta here and go somewhere?”

Now that came from left field. I couldn’t answer right away. Usually when a chick uttered those words, it meant she was ready to give up the cookies. I didn’t want to assume that about her. She was so complex. Plus, she probably wasn’t checking for me like that. It was possible she just wanted to get the fuck away from all the people and noise. I knew that feeling well.

“Where do you wanna go?” I heard myself ask.

“I dunno, anywhere but here.” She rounded the truck and opened the passenger door. “How ‘bout your place.” She climbed inside. “You do have a place, right?”

My place? I don’t remember what I was thinking after she said that. But I do know I wasn’t thinking about Slice, or what he would do to me if the trip to my house ended with something a little physical. Hell, I wasn’t even thinking about how he would get home. I slid into driver seat and started the engine. “A’ight then. My place, it is.”

Yo, I got a jam session to run off to, so I’ll say to be continued for now. I’ll catch up with you next week with the rest of my confession.

Laters!

~ Chase (Scorpion Tail)

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New Release #FREEREAD #TheCrushFiles #Erotica #ASMSG #YNWrites

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The Crush Files ~ Hot Tub Desires

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Courtney has had her eye on the gym’s top fitness instructor for months. He’s popular with the ladies, so she’s only been able to watch him from a distance.

What she doesn’t know is, he’s been watching her too.

Who said going to the gym was a waste of time?

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The gym would close soon.

I wanted to stick around and sneak a peek at Chad, like I did on most nights. But he disappeared after his last session ended.

Damn.

For months I’d been watching him, trying to conjure up the nerves to talk to him. To at least say ‘hi’. I couldn’t even give the man eye contact without tucking my tail between my legs and scurrying off like some scared doe.

God, why did you make him so freakin’ sexy!

His dark, slanted eyes, sun-kissed complexion, and not to mention his heart-stopping smile, were something to behold. He was mixed—Caucasian and Asian, maybe. I wasn’t sure, but his features were a combination of something incredibly beautiful.

As expected, Chad was always surrounded by women. They circled him like vultures, strutting around with their perfect bodies shoved in tiny short-shorts and snug sports bras.

Thirsty bitches.

I stepped off of the Elliptical machine and glanced down at my curvy body. Sure, I had a cute face, but the rest of me needed a lot of work. I didn’t stand a chance in hell of being with him, so why the hell was I pining after him? He probably didn’t even know I existed.

A voice came over the intercom. “The gym will be closing in fifteen minutes.”

Plucking the earbuds from my ears, I rushed back to the locker room. It was Friday night, so the place was basically deserted. Since I had fifteen minutes, might as well enjoy a ten minute sock in the hot tub.

I pulled out the bright pink bikini my best friend got me for my birthday. I hate bikinis! They were unforgiving to my little stomach pudge, but it was the only bathing suit I had, so it would have to do.

I bundled my curly fro to the top of my head and pinned it there with a flower clamp. Afterwards, I changed into the bikini, grabbed my towel then padded back to the pool area. As soon as I rounded the wall, I stumbled to a halt. For a second, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It couldn’t be…

Chad!

He was reclined in the hot tub, his head back and eyes closed. The gurgling water kicked up over his exposed flesh, adding a gloss to his gorgeous body.

“Je-sus,” I whimpered.

His head jerked up and eyes flew open. He stared at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

Panic seized my heart, my breathing escalating.

Suddenly, a smile touched his lips. “It’s okay. Come on in.”

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COVER REVEAL ~ Crimson Memories #ASMSG #Shifters #Steampunk #Fairytales

Hey there, fellow readers, bloggers and authors!

Today I have a new cover to share with you.

Behold….

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This cover was created by Karri Klawiter. ^_^

Crimson Memories is a dystopian retelling of the classic fairytale, Little Red Riding Hood. Only this tale is not for children. Step into a world shrouded in dragon flames, where the desire is as hot as the fire. 😉

(Paranormal Romance/ Steampunk)

“We are kindred spirits, forever bonded together by our desire to fight for the love we will never have.” ~ Petra

Argon Quinn, a prestigious dragon hunter, takes a short break from the battlefield to visit his grandfather Ian—a brave man who lost his leg to a blood-thirsty demon wolf many years ago. Because of this, Argon carries a deep and abiding hatred for all supernatural creatures.

His hatred has fueled his illustrious career as a captain with the Dark Hunters Legion. However, recent memories are testing his resolve.

As a young boy, Argon met a forest nymph named Petra. She left a lasting impression on his heart. Now years later, she is the elusive woman who haunts his dreams. He realizes she’s more than human, but what will he do when he finds out she’s the very thing he despises most?

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COVER REVEAL ~ Seducing an Assassin (Carnal Diaries) #asmsg #InterracialRomance #EroticRomance

Hey there, fellow readers, bloggers and authors!

Forgive me for neglecting my blog for so long. A lot has been going on in my personal life and I’m just now catching up.

But today is a good day because it’s COVER REVEAL DAY!

YEY!!

Feast your eyes….

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This cover was created by my secret crush, Karri Klawiter. ^_^

Seducing an Assassin is the third installment to the Carnal Diaries Series, and it will be available at all ebook vendors on September 26th. This is a special story, because I penned it with the very talented author, Pachet Burson. Later in the week, I’ll reveal how we came up with this sultry tale. 😉

(Erotic Romance, Interracial Romance)

SEDUCING AN ASSASSIN

Billionaire playboy, Roscoe Deverati lives his life in the fast lane, breaking hearts along the way. As a result, he has gained more enemies than friends. Of course, with the enemies come retaliation, which explains how his name took the top spot on an assassin’s hit list.

Zoe Monroe, a master assassin, accepts the contract to cancel out some rich hotshot with a huge ego. She immediately gets to work on setting him up for the kill. The moment she sets her riflescope’s crosshairs on him, a strong desire for him rises within her. Ultimately, her attraction to him compromises her mission when he lures her into a sultry cat and mouse chase.

Will Zoe carry out her mission and eliminate him, or will she give into his seduction to find out just how big his ego is?

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Carnal Diaries Combo, Available in Print #ian #asmsg #eroticromance #smexy #interracialromance #erotica

Good news! Rock Star Lover and Masked Desires Combo edition is available in print at your favorite book store!

“Let me rock your body in ways you will never forget.”

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Blues singer, Aubrey Anderson finds herself tangled in the reality of her secret desire. Her head tells her to devote her life to the good, steady man, who intends to marry her. But her heart reaches for her childhood friend–British rocker, Ripp Collins.

For the sake of their friendship, Ripp has always respected the distance Aubrey put between them. But once he learns of her engagement, he is no longer willing to bury his feelings for her.

Can he convince her to give into him, despite his bad boy reputation, or will she keep running from the passion they could share?

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“If I told you I would give up the fame to be with you, would you believe me?”

“No.”

His hand eased between the opening in my jacket and blouse, making my breath hitch. “Even after I’ve told you time and time again how much you mean to me, how I would rather not live this life at all, than to live it without you?”

How could I tell him that loving him frightens me? “You don’t understand…”

“Actually, I do. My Devil Eyed Angel. That song’s about me, isn’t it?”

I bristled. How did he even know about that song? My first time performing it was… Aw no. “You were there Thursday night?”

He let out an airy chuckle. “I came out early to watch you perform. I hid in the shadows so you wouldn’t see me. The words to that song… The way they made me feel… I recorded your performance and listened to that song on repeat all night, until every single word was burned into my memory.” He moved his hand beneath my bra and palmed my breast as he began to softly sing the song written about him. “He whispers my name in the night. He makes me want him. He makes me give into his sinful ways… He’s in my head, in my every thought, ‘cause I want him there, tasting my desire, setting my body ablaze…”

I closed my eyes and bit back a moan. I’ve ached for this for such a long time. I needed to feel his hands seduce the most sensitive parts of my body. I needed… him. “Ripp…”

He nuzzled the crook of my neck, pressing his lips against my hot skin. His protruding crotch dug harder into the small of my back. “Hearing you admit to a crowd of strangers how you feel about me—something you’ve never told me to my face… Well, to be quite honest, it pissed me off. Yet, at the same time, it filled me with so much happiness I nearly ran onto the stage and kissed you.” He caught my nipple between his fingers and tweaked it just right.

Strings of pleasure rushed through me and collided with the quivering nerves between my thighs. My body arched and I began to pant.

“Give it to me…” As one hand worked me into a frenzy, the other hand hovered over my lower belly. “Give me the next verse, Aubrey.” His fingers played around the button of my jeans, which he unlatched with ease. “Sing it for me.” He slowly pulled the zipper down. It made a whizzing sound as it went.

He had me, and he knew it. Whatever he desired, I would do it, but it left an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach about what this moment meant for my relationship with the sweet man waiting for me back at his condo.

I opened my mouth, breathing out soft mewls. When his hand crept past the opening in my jeans and beneath my panties, I whispered out the next verse in my song. “I pretend not to like it, pretend to not need him, pretend the look in his eyes don’t rock my world. I belong to another, yet I belong to him… When he throws that bad boy charm on me, I wanna be his bad girl.”

Meet Ripp Collins

Stay tuned for a steamy excerpt from MASKED DESIRES. 😉

Sexy Character Drawing; #DragonQueen Series! @KiaPeya #EroticArt #ParanormalRomance

Happy Hump Day, folks!

Today, I would like to showcase a drawing from my one of my favorite artists, who happens to be my good friend, Takeia Marie. This is a drawing of Rayne and Demetri from The Dragon Queen Series.

I have to say I absolutely love this drawing!

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Takeia was already incredibly talented when I met her, but during the years I’ve known her, I have watched her skills grow at an amazing rate. In this drawing, she has managed to embody Demetri’s dark beauty and strength, as well as Rayne’s powerful curves, and hidden wickedness. This drawing also displays their unrelenting passion for each other, which screams from the pages of the book.

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SilentScreams2ScarletMoon2Demetri wrapped his arms around her, palmed a breast and swayed his hips to her sultry rhythm. As her rapid heartbeat set pace with his, her body stuttered against his joined sensual assault. His aching shaft pulsated intensely between her thighs. Harsh growls rumbled within his chest as her skillful fingers and fiery sex massaged him toward eruption.

The need to bite her grew unbearable, especially while she was baring her throat to him. He raked a fang across her jugular, caressing her mind with the images of him sinking his incisors deep into her flesh and thrusting his hardened cock into her hot wet pussy.

Ooo sexy!

After Takeia completed this drawing, my boy, the color master, Kyle Chaney came along and made a drawing that was already stunning even lovelier. I know. It’s difficult to look away from. I’ve been staring at it for the last 15 minutes. 😉 Fiyah!

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Kyle and Takeia are wonderful souls and great inspirations in my life. I love them both dearly and I honestly can’t imagine my life without them. I would like to thank them both for sharing their talents with me! I look forward to working with them again on the Dragon Queen project.