Love Out Of Lust Series

Friday, May 26, 2017

Flash Fiction Friday - 05/26/2017: Shut Up and Kiss Me

Happy Friday.

It's close to Memorial Weekend. 

Time for me to present a flash in 100 words.

Enjoy!


“It’s going to be just you and me. We’re going to make love until the sun come up, and until we’re too tired to make love for the day. I want to be with you; hold you and kiss you. You are mine… all mine.” Dale nibbled at the side of her ear and then kissed her temple. He placed his hand over Melina’s lap. In response, she laid kisses over his pecs, as he continued, “You are mine… do you understand?”

Melina let out a giggle when she looked up at Dale. “Dale, shut the fuck up and kiss me.”


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Monday, May 22, 2017

Update About Me and Other Things

Hey everyone. Sorry I haven’t been blogging, as I’m so busy writing and cleaning up a story I’m dying to published, Promiscuity & Success. The first installment to The Chronicles of Meriesa Lopez. I had completed the story a couple of weeks ago, and this was the longest novel I’ve ever written in 140k words. Right now, I’m cleaning up the story. I hate having to be a perfectionist here, but I want the story to have a good flow, being that it is very long. I’m about halfway through the story, as I change and delete scenes that aren’t either necessary or needed to be revised. It took me two years to find a prequel, but I realized the prequel would be a long-ass novel that I truly enjoy. It’s a story I fell in love with writing since.

The story about Meriesa Lopez is a chronological timeline, reflecting her secret past, her present situation where she is torn between a job she hates, a boring life, and a possible chance at falling in love with the right guy, but something else lures her away from falling in love; something so tempting she couldn’t resist – a chance to live out all her fantasies with an old friend from prep school, Adela Giovanni.

The story I’m cleaning up will be the most different from all the other stories I’ve written, because I’m tapping into scenes that I never thought I would combine one day, but I want it to be one of the best stories I’ve ever written. My only hopes is that others would be interested and intrigued at what I wrote.

This past Monday, I was hosting a takeover at Shaan Renae’s 1K Likes Celebration, and this must’ve came with a stroke of luck, because an author was supposed to takeover, but it ended up being a no-call, no-show. It’s not her fault. I offered to host a 90 minute takeover. 60 minutes for me, and 30 minutes to the late Kathleen Grieve, a good friend of mine on in the romance industry. She dedicated her entire life helping others, and she was on the verge of coming back releasing her books. She was recently dubbed ‘USA’s Bestselling Author in the beginning of the month, but on May 11th she passed away unexpectedly.

I wanted to host a tribute to her, because she meant a lot to many. I really didn’t have much to give, but I felt in my heart I had to. I didn’t want her to go without being recognize for who she was, and if I can help her legacy as an author I’ll do what I can to help. She had recently signed with a publisher Naughty Nights Press, and from what I heard from the owner of the publishing company, Gina Kincade, she’s working on keeping her legacy alive, and I want to help any way I can.

I never met her, but I enjoy chit-chatting with her. She was helpful giving me some ideas about certain characters in my story that work in a medical profession. Her style of work was romance in the medical field. I remembered when she told me that what inspired her to write medical romance was all the medical shows on TV, where some things didn’t seem believable, and she was turned off by it to where she began writing her twists to it.

Upon her last release, she worked tirelessly to promote Prowlers & Growlers, an anthology that featured her book, Chicks Dig Scars – a paranormal medical romance. I haven’t read it, and I want to take the time to read it when I can. I want to give her a rating, and I have a feeling it would be good.


I’ll miss her, especially when my Yankees play against her Diamondbacks. I’ll also miss talking smack when it comes to her Cardinals against my 49ers on the field. Rest in peace, dear friend. Things won’t be the same without you. 

Friday, May 19, 2017

Flash Fiction Friday - 05/19/2017: Settling A Truce

Hey everyone. Here is another flash for Friday.

Something different. 

Enjoy!



Heather was able to end the feud between Damien and David. David stood in front of her, leaning his face closer to kiss her, while Damien placed his hands over her body, sliding her red lingerie above her waist exposing her nakedness below them. Both men were naked and wanting her. Her purpose for tonight was to settle a truce between two dimensions; a world no one on earth, other than her, could see. She was the offering between an angel from heaven and a demon from hell. Only she could prevent an apocalypse from unfolding into her world by mating with them.

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Friday, May 12, 2017

Flash Fiction Friday - Carly and Melina's Company

Happy Friday. 

I just love writing menage scenes, no matter how challenging and how many people are involved in the scene, whether if it's MFM, FFM, MMFM, MMF, even FFFM.

However, one of my favorite threesome scenes I love to write is FFM, and I want to give you a snippet in 100 words.

Enjoy!



Such a wild time Adam was having with Carly and Melina, his ex-girlfriend’s best friends. Some friends they were. Then again, when his ex-girlfriend, Dana dumped him for some guy that lived out in the U.K., Carly and Melina took the opportunity to help him forget about her. Adam was such a good guy that they decided to hang out at his place and cheer him up. It wasn’t long before the three ended up in his bedroom, half-naked, ready to get in with him. They were impressed that he was such a great kisser, and even more.


“Tonight, we’re going to make you forget about her.” Carly said.

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Thursday, May 11, 2017

RIP - Kathleen Grieve. Gone But Never Forgotten.

I found out earlier today that a fellow author, Kathleen Grieve has passed away.

She was awfully young, leaving behind a husband, I believe two daughters, and grandchildren. 

She had not only left behind her family, but she left behind a family from the romance industry.

She served a great importance to us.

It's been a pleasure and an honor to be friends with someone who was as cool as her, and while I never had the chance to meet her (I wish I did), I'm glad to interact with a hell of person.


I'm going to miss you, cool friend.


A long time ago, five years ago, when I was running AfterDark Online, I received a story from her, to honor HIV/AIDS awareness and promoting safe sex.

She came across with a story that really had me hooked, and it received some high responses.

The story she submitted, and I will share on my blog was Decadent Medicine.


Please, take a moment to read her story, and you're welcome to comment, but this story she submitted, I guarantee you'll like.


Description: Senior Clinical Manager of Perioperative Services, Meagan Cleary is finally free after being trapped in a hellish marriage for ten years. To celebrate, her friend takes her to The PussyCat Club where she encounters Dr. James D'Angelo. Determined to be the woman she was meant to be she allows their dance encounter to turn into every woman's fantasy.




Maroon 5’s latest hit, Moves Like Jagger poured, from the speakers of The PussyCat Lounge.  A telltale pulse could be felt through the walls and polished floor.  Oblivious to her surroundings, Senior Clinical Manager of Perioperative Services, Meagan Cleary placed the piece of paper that signified an end to an era on the bar’s glistening oak.  She smoothed the corners, taking in the news.  Words like “dissolution of marriage” blurred on the page as tears filled her eyes.  She expelled a harsh breath.  Joy and jubilation pervaded her every pore.

She was free.  Free of the asshole that had made her life a living hell for the last ten years.  The cinder block of misery and dissatisfaction that had weighed her down lifted.  A smile curved her lips.  A celebration had been in order.  What were the words of that old John Lennon song?  “…Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans…”

“Well, not anymore,” she muttered.  She grasped her Dirty Pussy Martini—-a club specialty--and swilled the contents in one harsh swallow.  Her eyes watered more from the alcohol than her turbulent emotions and a tremor skittered up her shoulders.  She signaled the bartender.  “Hit me again.”

“Easy, girl,” her friend Charlene said, sliding onto the empty bar stool beside her.  “I didn’t drag you here to get drunk in the first thirty minutes.  You’re supposed to party and enjoy yourself.”

Meagan glanced from the papers in front of her to Charlene.  Tears of happiness spilled onto her cheeks.  “I wasted ten years.  Ten years of my life on him and for what?  For him to do what he did to me?”  Bitterness welled up in her throat. 

“Hey,” Charlene said.  “What’s wrong?”  Her gaze landed to the divorce papers.  “Oh. No. You. Don’t! This is a celebration of your freedom.  Not a pity party.  It’s time you had some fun.” She snatched the decree from Meagan’s unsuspecting grasp and stuffed it into her handbag.  “You get this back tomorrow.” 

“Charlene…” Meagan sniffed. 

“I mean it, Meagan.”  She held out a cocktail napkin.  “Wipe those tears.” Nelly Furtado’s Maneater enlivened the dance floor. “Love this song,” Charlene said.  “Let’s dance!”

Charlene was right.  No more sadness.  No more pain. 

Today is the first day of the rest of my life…

Meagan squared her shoulders and followed Charlene onto the crowded dance floor.  The staccato beat flowed over her and she allowed the music to pulse through her blood. Buoyed from her two glasses of liquid courage, she swayed, gyrating her hips and loving the feel of the silky material of her skimpy black cocktail dress Charlotte convinced her to wear as it swirled around her bare thighs.  She felt sexy and her confidence boosted a few notches. 

Meagan shook her head side to side, allowing her long blonde curls slap her in the face.  Jubilation bubbled and she laughed in a carefree moment she hadn’t appreciated in years.  Spinning around on four-inch stilettos, she stumbled.  In that barest of seconds with her eyes squeezed shut, all mirth died as she visualized crashing to the dance floor humiliated and embarrassed. 

Strong arms enveloped her and turned her ungracious fall into an elegant dip.  Meagan opened her tightly closed lids and gazed into the depth of familiar deep blue eyes. 

“Fancy catching up with you here, Meagan.  I didn’t think you were the PussyCat sort,” Doctor James D’Angelo teased. 

He straightened, smoothly completing the dance step, keeping her within the heated circle of his arms.  Taut, well muscled chest and powerful thighs pressed flush against her feminine curves; she lifted her chin to stare into his too handsome face.  Prominent dark brows covered mesmerizing blue eyes. Chiseled square jaw with a mere hint of stubble and a chin with the slight cleft that always made her mentally sigh when she saw him. 

He was God damn sexy and she wasn’t ashamed to admit she knew every square inch of that face by heart.  His was a face that had haunted her wet dreams at night, where she’d awaken restless and needy right before his perfect cock would enter her slick pussy and provide her the kind of sexual release she craved.  

The deep musky scent of him filled her nostrils.  Meagan’s stomach quivered and she swallowed, unable to believe her secret crush held her so intimately.

“Ah…Umm… Dr. D’Angelo,” she stuttered and cringed.  She sounded like the bumbling idiot he probably thought her to be. 

“I told you to call me James a while ago, Meagan,” he corrected.

“J-James, it’s my first time here.”  God, how lame was that admission?  She just wanted to start the entire conversation over—let him know she was cool and sophisticated.  Not some dowdy middle aged woman who never frequented night clubs.  Even if it was her first time.

“A PussyCat Virgin?  My, my.  It’s my lucky night,” he said with a seductive purr.

His voice rumbled near her ear as he’d leaned down to speak.  His moist, hot breath fanned the delicate shell of her ear and her knees weakened.  Damn he was sexy! Meagan thought this was more her lucky night rather than his.  She rested her palms on his broad shoulders, staying within his light grasp, allowing him to set a slow, seductive pace, despite the fast tempo of the music.

“Want to do something a little bit… decadent, Meagan?” he whispered to her, voice full of promise.

Meagan stared into those blue eyes, mesmerized.  That was a rhetorical question if she’d ever heard one.  But part of her held back.  Her more sensible side the one she wanted to tell to shut the fuck up right now side…  “I bet you do decadence with all the girls, Dr…ah I mean, James.”

He frowned.  “Actually, no.”  That deadly smile was back.  “Can I let you in on a little secret?”

Her heart hitched.  Almost afraid of what he was about to say, her breath caught, the internal pressure built.  Meagan nodded, unable to speak.

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while,” he confessed, expression serious.  “Hospital rumor mill has it you’ve been going through a tough divorce situation.  I’ve stayed clear, but now that you’re here, and in my arms…” he shrugged.

Meagan gasped, unable to believe what she heard.  She searched his face.  Honesty stared back at her. 

He chuckled.  “You seem surprised.”

Meagan blinked.  Was he drunk?  Once at a Christmas party a couple of years ago he’d flirted with her, but when she’d told him she was married he’d never given her that kind of attention again.  Now here she was standing intimately with him in a crowd full of people.

And you’re free, remember?  Free to indulge in the luxury of a light flirtation… or more…  Would James want more with her?  The question burned on the tip of her tongue.  She was dying to know the answer.

James’ hand moved from her hip, sliding slowly to cup her ass and molded her body against his.  The hardness of his cock pressed into her core.  He squeezed.  Her already damp panties were near drenched.  Meagan bit back a moan.  Her more sensible side be damned.  She was ready.  She didn’t care if this was the only chance she’d ever get.  She wanted the decadence he offered.

Emboldened by the promise of pure pleasure burning in his eyes, her hand cupped the back of his neck and she leaned in pressing her heavy tight-budded breasts against his chest.  She licked his top lip ever so slowly and nipped at his bottom lip playfully.  “I’m in need of a dose of decadence,” she said against his mouth.  “What do you have in mind, doctor?”

“Follow me,” he rasped. 

Taking her hand in his, he led her off the dance floor to a secluded table in a darkened corner of the club.  He pulled out a chair and sat, legs spread slightly apart.  Meagan stood before him.  She gazed down at James wondering what he had in mind.  She didn’t have long to wait to find out.  Rough palms on her bare thighs, he slowly slid his hands up under her skirt and ripped her lace panties off.  He palmed her bare pussy and she heard his sharp intake of breath at his discovery.  Her desire ratcheted up a few notches with the knowledge that he was as excited as she. 

A bit self-conscious despite the privacy the darkened corner had to offer, she glanced around the club to see if anyone paid them any attention.  Then all thoughts fled as first one finger then two slipped inside her hot, needy slick folds.  A mixture of heat and a fierceness she’d never seen before appeared on his face.  If she’d had any doubt of the sincerity of his lust, that one single look erased it. 

Pleasure burst through her core, so intense she hissed through her teeth.  She placed her hands on his shoulders for support and opened her legs wider, allowing him more access.  Just then, the music changed.  Nickelback’s S.E.X. exploded through the speakers.  James’ fingers moved in time with the rough beat while his teeth grasped the edge of the silky fabric of her dress and pulled down the material enough to expose one stiff nipple.  She’d never been so happy about wearing a strapless dress in her life.  His mouth captured her stiff peak and he sucked the sensitized flesh, tongue savoring her in a way Meagan had never experienced before. 

With his free hand, James undid his pants.  His hard cock sprang free.  She grasped the hard length and swirled the bead of pre-cum that was on the head with the tip of her finger.  God, she was full of surprises.  That this classy, professional beautiful woman would allow James to touch her like this excited him beyond anything he had ever imagined.  He loved the feel of her hands on him. 

He still worked her pussy with the one hand, but managed to grab a condom from his back pocket.  When he’d heard Meagan would be here tonight, he’d made sure to stash a couple.  Never knew when he could get lucky and man did he just hit the jackpot!  She grasped the foil packet from his hand, ripped the rubber free, and slowly sheathed his cock.  With a rough groan and all the restraint he could muster, he gently guided her onto his lap impaling his stiff erection into her moist heat and softness.  Guiding her hips, he moved her up and down along his shaft.  “Christ, you feel so fucking good.”  Better than he had imagined so many times. 

He trailed kisses up along her neck to her lips and captured her moan with his mouth.  She tasted of amaretto, banana and vodka along with her own unique flavor.  One he was sure to become addicted to. Lingering on her mouth, he explored what he’d yearned for. 

For so long, Meagan had been out of his reach, untouchable.  She’d been the object of his fantasies for what seemed like an eternity.  Tonight, her wild blond curls tumbled over her bare shoulders and down her back instead of the loose ponytail she always wore at work. Her deep brown eyes were full of a craving that matched his own.  Tonight… ahh… tonight the object of his longing was his.  Mine… all mine… The thought nearly drove him crazy.  He buried his cock deeper and was rewarded with her sweet gasp of pure delight.

The knowledge that they were in a public place disappeared in the wake of her complete surrender.  James could focus on nothing but Meagan.  Not even the throbbing beat of the music could yank his concentration.

“James,” she whispered huskily near his ear, licking and nibbling exploring his heated flesh by unbuttoning the polo shirt he wore. 

Suddenly her hands, lips and tongue were everywhere.  His gut clenched as desire balled in his gut.  “Baby, you keep that up and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on…”

His own need to discover took over and he yanked down the rest of her dress and palmed her magnificent tits.  She made little mewling sounds that encouraged him further.  He squeezed and flicked his tongue over a taut nipple.  A tremor tore through as she quickened the tempo, riding his cock with an abandon he’d only imagined possible.  He nipped the tight bud with his teeth, then sucked hard and another quiver wracked her body.  She was on the edge. He could feel it.

He tore his mouth away from her breast.  “That’s it, baby.  Come for me.  Come hard,” he commanded, feeling like a fucking king for finally being able to bury himself deep inside of her.

Her entire body trembled and then she stiffened and nearly screamed for all to hear but his lips captured hers just in time.  The tiny aftershocks that wracked her wet pussy pushed him over the edge and a guttural groan escaped him as he emptied himself.  He buried his face in the intoxicating scent emanating from the curve of her neck.  For several minutes neither of them moved as they panted in each other’s arms, catching their breath. 

Meagan sat back a bit and pulled up the front of her dress, covering those delicious peaks from his view.  A blush crept up her neck and stained her cheeks.  “I… umm…”  She pushed back an unruly curl from her face and tucked the errant strand behind her ear.

“No,” James said firmly.  “You don’t get to do that.”

She frowned.  “Do what?” she asked.

“Regret what just happened between us,” he answered.  “We’re both professional adults.  Smart.  Successful.  And lucky to have found a bit of bliss in our otherwise workaholic lives.  Just think of it as…” he pursed his lips together in thought then his face brightened and he smiled.  “Just think of it as a little bit of decadent medicine.  A dose of something healthy that we both needed.”

A sexy smile curved her lips.  “Decadent medicine, huh?”  Meagan wound her arms around his neck and snuggled closer.  “I think one or two more doses may be just what the doctor ordered.”

Monday, May 1, 2017

Cover Reveal: A Thrill Seeking Relationship: Risque Pleasure




When Johanne Courier finds about her husband’s infidelity, she decides to take charge of her life. In doing so she has an affair of her own with Jean Dorcel, the fiancĂ© of her husband’s mistress. Johanne and Jean spend a weekend together, where erotic fantasies are fulfilled. After sharing a weekend of indulgence and pleasure, what lies ahead for these betrayed lovers?

This story will contain scenes that involve multiple partners and anal play, 

The release date will be in June. The date has not been determined.