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Friday, November 23, 2012
Monday, November 19, 2012
The Pretend Boyfriend 2
THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 15 AND AMAZON EROTICA TOP 100 SERIES CONTINUES!
Perky Samantha Fox and the gorgeous lothario with a secret heart of gold, Brian Morton, are now lovers and best friends - except for the unspoken love and lack of commitment between them. Brian considers it 'hanging out'. Sam has to take what she can get, because she's about to tackle something bigger - if she doesn't do what her new boss demands, she will lose her precious job.
Enter a mysterious woman. She is hell bent to destroy Brian for his past transgressions.
When a series of strange circumstances leads Brian to invite a woman into his apartment, he wakes up the next morning - dazed and confused, with no memory of what occurred the previous night. The police barge in and arrest him. Brian is accused . . . of rape.
Sam and Brian are about to lose everything they hold dear unless they can find a way to brave the coming storm together.
THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND 2 is a 26,000-word erotic romance short novel.
BOOKS IN THIS SERIES
The Pretend Boyfriend
The Pretend Boyfriend 2
EXCERPT:
There's a pounding in his head that he can't get away from. Someone is hammering nails into the base of his skull. A splitting headache like a hundred hangovers rolled into one comes charging through the noise, breaking through the barriers of murkiness and haze and dreams filled with shadowy figures that are wraiths and yet not wraiths.
He claws through the murk and tries to open his sleep-encrusted eyes. Shapes swim into being. A vivid red and gold pattern assails his vision, and he realizes that he is face down on his own lounge carpet. To be precise, his one hundred thousand Persian weave. The house-warming present from his billionaire uncle's wife.
He raises his head. There is a persistent knocking on his front door. He groans. His body feels as though a steamroller has flattened it. He raises himself to his elbows.
The door bursts open and feet clatter into his apartment. Black boots, regulation style.
"Mr. Morton?" says an unfamiliar voice.
Brian squints into the light, dazed. Outside, the sun is streaming through the ceiling-to-floor glass windows. He holds a hand up to block out the light. He thought he had drawn the fucking curtains.
"Yes?"
"You are under arrest."
The rest of his Miranda rights are lost in the drone of the officer's voice as hands jerk his naked body up, and his wrists are cuffed behind his back. Brian stares in horror at the ruins of the evening. Broken glass coffee table. Scattered shards of glass everywhere. Smashed three thousand dollar lampstand. Torn curtains.
His clothes strewn all over the floor.
And a torn silken bathrobe crumpled in a heap beside them.
What? What? What? What? A ship is plowing through the mists of his brain - a flotsam of memories struggling to come to the surface, like a shipwreck victim clawing for air. And failing miserably to ascend.
Something cuts through his bare feet. He lifts his right leg up and stares at his sole.
Blood.
Embedded glass fragments.
And that's not the only damage to his body. The bloody trails of four fingernails have been raked and imprinted upon his chest.
What the fuck happened here?
Perky Samantha Fox and the gorgeous lothario with a secret heart of gold, Brian Morton, are now lovers and best friends - except for the unspoken love and lack of commitment between them. Brian considers it 'hanging out'. Sam has to take what she can get, because she's about to tackle something bigger - if she doesn't do what her new boss demands, she will lose her precious job.
Enter a mysterious woman. She is hell bent to destroy Brian for his past transgressions.
When a series of strange circumstances leads Brian to invite a woman into his apartment, he wakes up the next morning - dazed and confused, with no memory of what occurred the previous night. The police barge in and arrest him. Brian is accused . . . of rape.
Sam and Brian are about to lose everything they hold dear unless they can find a way to brave the coming storm together.
THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND 2 is a 26,000-word erotic romance short novel.
BOOKS IN THIS SERIES
The Pretend Boyfriend
The Pretend Boyfriend 2
EXCERPT:
There's a pounding in his head that he can't get away from. Someone is hammering nails into the base of his skull. A splitting headache like a hundred hangovers rolled into one comes charging through the noise, breaking through the barriers of murkiness and haze and dreams filled with shadowy figures that are wraiths and yet not wraiths.
He claws through the murk and tries to open his sleep-encrusted eyes. Shapes swim into being. A vivid red and gold pattern assails his vision, and he realizes that he is face down on his own lounge carpet. To be precise, his one hundred thousand Persian weave. The house-warming present from his billionaire uncle's wife.
He raises his head. There is a persistent knocking on his front door. He groans. His body feels as though a steamroller has flattened it. He raises himself to his elbows.
The door bursts open and feet clatter into his apartment. Black boots, regulation style.
"Mr. Morton?" says an unfamiliar voice.
Brian squints into the light, dazed. Outside, the sun is streaming through the ceiling-to-floor glass windows. He holds a hand up to block out the light. He thought he had drawn the fucking curtains.
"Yes?"
"You are under arrest."
The rest of his Miranda rights are lost in the drone of the officer's voice as hands jerk his naked body up, and his wrists are cuffed behind his back. Brian stares in horror at the ruins of the evening. Broken glass coffee table. Scattered shards of glass everywhere. Smashed three thousand dollar lampstand. Torn curtains.
His clothes strewn all over the floor.
And a torn silken bathrobe crumpled in a heap beside them.
What? What? What? What? A ship is plowing through the mists of his brain - a flotsam of memories struggling to come to the surface, like a shipwreck victim clawing for air. And failing miserably to ascend.
Something cuts through his bare feet. He lifts his right leg up and stares at his sole.
Blood.
Embedded glass fragments.
And that's not the only damage to his body. The bloody trails of four fingernails have been raked and imprinted upon his chest.
What the fuck happened here?
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND
THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 50 BESTSELLING SERIES CONTINUES WITH ANOTHER MEMBER OF THE MORTON FAMILY!
Samantha Fox is awkward, clumsy and totally in need of a new boyfriend by this weekend. Her younger, prettier sister is getting engaged . . . and all set to make "old maid big sister" Sam feel all crummy and shelved.
Enter Brian Morton. He is bewilderingly gorgeous, fantastically rich, razor-tongued snarky and utterly promiscuous. He was also the bully who made Sam's middle school life a living hell.
A series of bizarre circumstances culminates in Brian losing a bet. His punishment? To be Sam's slave for the weekend . . . and to do anything she wants. Sam has just found her pretend boyfriend for her sister's party. And Brian has just found that the woman he used to call 'Jaws' in school (for her braces) packs a helluva bite.
THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND is a 25,000-word erotic romance short novel. It chronicles the cat-and-mouse start of Sam and Brian's unusual but engaging romance.
Brian turns his head to gaze at what his best friend is looking at.
A thundercloud of a woman storms into the poker room. She has a mass of appealing brown curls that make her look blow-dried and ditzy, but nevertheless extremely attractive. She has a cute button nose, so he would guess her age to be under twenty-five. Her complexion is slightly freckled. She gives off the aura of being passionate, robust and healthy - with a clear zest for life.
And her eyes. She has the most incredibly mesmerizing eyes. They are a vivid blue, and so large that he thinks he can drown in them forever.
Careful, he warns himself.
Oh boy, but she's so fuckable. He wonders if she would make a pass at him - in which case, he would drag her into the pool room, clear everyone out and fuck her on the table immediately amid all the colored balls rolling around. Hell yeah, he can even imagine the table creaking and groaning under their collective weights. Balls rushing into their pockets everywhere as he sinks himself repeatedly into her.
It's amazing. He had just fucked somebody a mere hour ago, and he now has a raging hard-on under the table. The familiar rising of his cock sends the entire crotch area of his jeans into massive strain. Enough strain to pop his zipper.
But he can't help it. Whoever this woman is, she's just fucking adorable.
She's staring at him.
Great.
They all do.
Her eyes flash blue fire as she strides up to him, still seated at the poker table. Everyone's eyes are riveted upon her.
"Brian Morton?" she says.
Behind her, a gaggle of women - including the brunettes who were eyeing him from the bar and the blonde he had just fucked - troop into the room, hanging around the doorway bemusedly to watch.
"Yes?"
"Did you go to St. Theresa Academy? Around thirteen years ago?"
"Give or take a few, yeah."
She's very close to him. He can smell her perfume - a light summer scent that brings daisies and bright meadows to mind. He smiles up at her. That cocksure, predatory smile that renders women, so he has been told, weak at the knees.
Oh, she wants him. He can tell.
She says, "Good. Because there's something I want to give you."
With that, she draws back her fist and punches him right in the face.
Samantha Fox is awkward, clumsy and totally in need of a new boyfriend by this weekend. Her younger, prettier sister is getting engaged . . . and all set to make "old maid big sister" Sam feel all crummy and shelved.
Enter Brian Morton. He is bewilderingly gorgeous, fantastically rich, razor-tongued snarky and utterly promiscuous. He was also the bully who made Sam's middle school life a living hell.
A series of bizarre circumstances culminates in Brian losing a bet. His punishment? To be Sam's slave for the weekend . . . and to do anything she wants. Sam has just found her pretend boyfriend for her sister's party. And Brian has just found that the woman he used to call 'Jaws' in school (for her braces) packs a helluva bite.
THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND is a 25,000-word erotic romance short novel. It chronicles the cat-and-mouse start of Sam and Brian's unusual but engaging romance.
Excerpt:
Caleb looks up. "Uh oh."Brian turns his head to gaze at what his best friend is looking at.
A thundercloud of a woman storms into the poker room. She has a mass of appealing brown curls that make her look blow-dried and ditzy, but nevertheless extremely attractive. She has a cute button nose, so he would guess her age to be under twenty-five. Her complexion is slightly freckled. She gives off the aura of being passionate, robust and healthy - with a clear zest for life.
And her eyes. She has the most incredibly mesmerizing eyes. They are a vivid blue, and so large that he thinks he can drown in them forever.
Careful, he warns himself.
Oh boy, but she's so fuckable. He wonders if she would make a pass at him - in which case, he would drag her into the pool room, clear everyone out and fuck her on the table immediately amid all the colored balls rolling around. Hell yeah, he can even imagine the table creaking and groaning under their collective weights. Balls rushing into their pockets everywhere as he sinks himself repeatedly into her.
It's amazing. He had just fucked somebody a mere hour ago, and he now has a raging hard-on under the table. The familiar rising of his cock sends the entire crotch area of his jeans into massive strain. Enough strain to pop his zipper.
But he can't help it. Whoever this woman is, she's just fucking adorable.
She's staring at him.
Great.
They all do.
Her eyes flash blue fire as she strides up to him, still seated at the poker table. Everyone's eyes are riveted upon her.
"Brian Morton?" she says.
Behind her, a gaggle of women - including the brunettes who were eyeing him from the bar and the blonde he had just fucked - troop into the room, hanging around the doorway bemusedly to watch.
"Yes?"
"Did you go to St. Theresa Academy? Around thirteen years ago?"
"Give or take a few, yeah."
She's very close to him. He can smell her perfume - a light summer scent that brings daisies and bright meadows to mind. He smiles up at her. That cocksure, predatory smile that renders women, so he has been told, weak at the knees.
Oh, she wants him. He can tell.
She says, "Good. Because there's something I want to give you."
With that, she draws back her fist and punches him right in the face.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
Royal Desire
The fourth and final installment of 'Maid for the Billionaire Prince' is out! I cried while writing this. I really did. You will see why.
With the sudden death of his father, Alex must now assume the role of King. This puts his marriage proposal to shy former hotel maid, Liz, on the backburner. They have to keep their engagement silent from the public for six months, as is seemly for a mourning period.
But as Liz correctly predicts, a lot can happen in six months.
Just as they announce their happiness to the world, an ancient law forbidding them to marry brutally surfaces. Liz and Alex must make a painful choice. Will they fight honored tradition or destroy everything in following their hearts?
ROYAL DESIRE, a 16,000-word erotic romance novelette, is the fourth and final book in the ‘MAID TO THE BILLIONAIRE PRINCE’ series.
With the sudden death of his father, Alex must now assume the role of King. This puts his marriage proposal to shy former hotel maid, Liz, on the backburner. They have to keep their engagement silent from the public for six months, as is seemly for a mourning period.
But as Liz correctly predicts, a lot can happen in six months.
Just as they announce their happiness to the world, an ancient law forbidding them to marry brutally surfaces. Liz and Alex must make a painful choice. Will they fight honored tradition or destroy everything in following their hearts?
ROYAL DESIRE, a 16,000-word erotic romance novelette, is the fourth and final book in the ‘MAID TO THE BILLIONAIRE PRINCE’ series.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
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