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As if seeing her family slain and her home burned wasn’t enough, Aislin has been made the viking chieftan’s thrall, and must follow his every command if she wishes to survive long enough to make her escape back to her home–the emerald isle.

Alrik doesn’t just want a slave girl, though–after seeing her family’s crest among the spoils of war, he vows to make her his bride, and to dominate her sexually and mentally, until she submits to him, giving him her maidenhead on their wedding night. And what’s more, he vows to make her love him, although the very sight of him fills her fiery heart with a longing for revenge.

As the day of the wedding dawns, and Aislin plots her escape, she can think of only one thing–resisting the gorgeous viking alpha’s incredible hold over her. The way he makes her feel, even while humiliating her by pleasuring and teasing her in front of his men, is more intoxicating than mead, and more dangerous than sharpened steel.

If she’s to make it back to her homeland, she must resist him. But when the wedding day dawns, a sudden revelation changes everything, turning her plans upside down.

Can Aislin escape the clutches of her titillating master, before he binds her to him forever, or will his domination overcome all of her… including her heart?

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Here’s a Sizzling Sneak Peak!

No matter what she did each day, she couldn’t escape this moment. The moment when her master called her forward to serve him. The moment when the hard labor stopped and the humiliation began.

The moment when she began to lose herself… no matter what she did to stop it.

She felt his eyes on her all the way from the front of the hall. His gaze had weight, like he was touching her, laying claim to her, even from a distance. She sucked in a breath, trying to calm her racing heart, and made herself go to him, one foot at a time, not sure if she was dragging herself to her duty, or if his presence pulled her, drew her, unwilling, but unable to fight against his desire.

Her eyes flicked upward as she reached the dais, and she froze, pinned where she stood by his cool, blue stare.  His hands were tented beneath his jaw, a cruel smirk playing across his face as he assessed her.

Tonight, he was flanked by Lord Denholm again, but this time, the handsome Englishman dawdled a serving girl on his knee. Her braids dangled over her breasts, exposed, her tunic down around her waist, her rosy nipples peaked like spring buds. Denholm’s hand was buried beneath her skirt, his other hand stroking her throat.

Aislin shivered, remembering his touch the night before… his mouth on her… and the way his skin tasted. The way her cheeks burned with shame as he spent himself onto her belly, even while her body was alight with need…

For the span of a heartbeat, the urge to turn and run almost overwhelmed her, the urge to flee before these men could use her, before her master could humiliate her again in front of  hall. Before he could drive her mad with his touch again, playing her body like a harp until every part of her rang out in song.

Before she begged him to do just that, to take her to that dark, wicked place where she forgot everything else but the feel of his body on hers.

Before he broke her.

The moment passed, and she made her way toward Alrik. She stopped at his feet and bowed her head, waiting for his command.

“You look frightened, little girl,” he said. “Aren’t you happy to see your master?”

Aislin lifted her eyes and bit her tongue, willing away the black words that sprung to mind. The tears that she longed to shed, but instead trapped deep inside. The men were already in their cups, and the chief’s eyes shone with an eerie light. There was hunger there, yes, she was certain, but something marred it.

Something she’d never seen before.


“I am happy, Master,” she said.

He stroked his chin, watching her carefully. The girl on Denholm’s lap squealed as he kissed her neck, his hand working between her legs. The sight of them made Aislin’s sex throb uncomfortably, a heat growing inside of her, despite her discomfort watching the two so close. So unashamed.

So, it’s not just the Vikings who are the barbarians. All these men are, these Lords and Chiefs, who scourge our lands. 
She noticed the twist of Alrik’s lips as he looked at his companion, then back to her. She bit her lip, and his eyes traveled to her pink mouth, darkening as he watched her. He licked his lips.

“Does it bother you, thrall? Seeing the man you pleased so well last night, toying with another?”

“N-no, my Master. Whatever his wish is…”

Alrik moved faster than a viper, his arms darting out, pulling her onto his lap violently, spreading her legs over his lap until she straddled him, her face so close to his, they shared breath.

“Whatever my wish is, little girl.”

He bit her lip, and she let out a breathy moan, fear and arousal battling within her. His teeth dug in, marking her, but before she could cry out, he pulled back, gripping her chin in his powerful hand.

“You please me. And if it pleases me to give you to another, then that is my pleasure you seek, when you obey my will.”

She felt his cock beneath her, already hard as stone and pressing upward, seeking her heat.


The last word was a whisper, his eyes locked on hers, daring her to do anything other than submit to him–to give herself over completely to his will… To tell him that she sought anything else but his pleasure. Always his pleasure…

His hips ground upward, sending a ripple through her–a thrill straight to her core.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Master.”



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New Release! GIRLFRIENDS WITH BENEFITS 2: 10 Authors, 10 Sizzling Stories–only .99 cents!



I’m so excited to announce the release of a HOT new box set of stories, just in time for the holidays!

GIRLFRIENDS WITH BENEFITS 2: TURNING UP THE HEAT is a collection of lesbian and bicurious stories from some of erotica and romance’s hottest authors, all for JUST .99 Cents!

My story in the box set is My Best Friend’s Bed, starring everyone’s favorite bad girl, Bailey, who a lot of you may know and love from the My Best Friend’s Brother stories. This time, Bailey’s ready to spice up a sleepover with her best girlfriends in a way only she can!

One reader of My Best Friend’s Bed had this to say on Amazon:

“This book really will put you in doubt of your sexuality. It gives the point of view of being with a girl and all I can say is wow.”

I do what I can to corrupt ;). Love it!

That story by itself is usually $2.99, but now it’s included with 9 other sizzling, sexy stories from some of today’s best authors for just .99 cents! It’s over 200 pages of dripping, sensual erotica, for less than a dollar–get your copy today before this super low price is gone!

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The Description:

What’s a girl to do when she’s looking for something new?

Your girlfriends are back with a second sexy collection, giving you a sultry look into the lives of female lovers. From ten of the hottest writers in lesbian romance and erotica, this passion-packed bundle has everything that you desire. Whether you’re looking for scorching tales of unbridled lust or steamy stories packed with toe-curling temptation, this anthology is sure to leave you satisfied like only your girlfriends can. 

Pick up your copy today and get a second helping of even more of the touching, tasting and teasing that you know you love. Be sure to “look inside” for a description of all ten hot titles and don’t forget to pick up the original ‘Girlfriends with Benefits’ to complete your own private collection of the best lesbian fiction around!


And a sizzling sneak peak of my story, My Best Friend’s Bed!

“Fine,” she said, pouting. “It’s Bailey’s turn. Truth or dare?”

I passed the bottle to Savannah, and we exchanged another inscrutable look. What was going on in that pretty head of hers?

“You know I love a good dare as much as the next girl, but tonight, I’m going to go with truth.”

Savannah pretended to look shocked, and I play shoved her with my shoulder. Her skin was hot against mine, and I could smell a whiff of her shampoo this close. Something fruity and sensual.

“Truth, huh?”

Jenny squinted at me, and I wondered if she was going to ask me about the other night I slept over. Would I dare tell her if she did? Could I tell her to her face that I screwed her dad?

“Hmmm. Okay, I’ve got one. Have you ever fucked a teacher? And if so, who?”

I grinned, looking down at my lap. “That’s one I haven’t done yet, but it’s totally a fantasy. If I did, though, it would so be Mr. Clark. I’ve seen the bulge in his slacks, and you can tell that man is packing like a Clydesdale.”

Jenny screwed up her face, but the blush on her cheeks gave her away. She had the same fantasy about Clark, and we both knew it.

“Savannah, your turn, darling,” I said, eyeing her. She stared back at me boldly, a smirk twisting her sexy lips into a grin. “Truth… or dare.”

“How about both?”

Jenny and I both gasped. “Whoa, somebody’s daring tonight! You sure?”

“Hell yeah. But if I do both… you two both have to do both, too, on your turns.”

“Hmm.” Jenny and I looked at one another and nodded, laughing. “Deal. What do you want to ask, Jenny?”

Jenny looked back and forth between the two of us. “Have you ever kissed a girl, Savannah?”

Savannah looked at me and licked her lips unconsciously. “No. But I’ve always wanted to know what it was like.”

Jenny sucked in a breath, and I could see the color increasing on her cheeks.

“What’s my dare?”

Tension was thick in the air, and both Jenny and I knew what was about to happen. Which one of us would be brave enough to say it?

“I dare you to kiss Bailey,” Jenny breathed. “You know. If you want.” She took a sip of wine and wiped her lips slowly.

Savannah smiled sensually, and my pussy heated beneath that gaze. I’d thought about kissing both of my sexy friends, and more, so many times. Would it be as good as I’d imagined? Were we ready to go there?

I leaned closer, and saw her eyes flit down to my cleavage. She smoothed her hair back, and scooted toward me until we were both on our knees, mere inches away from one another. She was breathing shallowly, her pupils darkening. I tossed my sucker across the room into the trash and licked my lips.

It was time to find out.


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NEW RELEASE! Unmasked: A Billionaire’s Beck and Call Short Story–Available Now!

I’m thrilled to announce a sizzling new release!

UNMASKED: A Billionaire’s Beck and Call Short Story is available now in the following stores for only .99 cents!


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At a masked ball, anonymity is the ultimate aphrodisiac… 

Maxwell and Lucy play a dangerous game. The bet is made–if he can find Lucy among the throng of rich and famous guests at Chase Drake’s masquerade ball before the Unmasking at midnight, she can drive his prized Lamborghini for a month. And if she loses? Well, she’d rather not think about that, because little Lucy doesn’t plan to lose. 

However, Maxwell’s got a trick up his sleeve. Lucy must wear a little toy of his as she moves through the party guests, while he holds the controls. Can she keep her composure in this game of cat and mouse? Or will the tides turn before the stroke of midnight? 

Anything can happen when you play with fire. But who will get burned when the game heats up? 

This is a 5600 word short story in The Billionaire’s Beck and Call Series. It is meant to bridge the gap between Tied to Him: The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Book Three, and Book Four, coming soon in 2014, but will be enjoyed by anyone who’s read Book Two in the series, featuring Max and Lucy. 

Happy reading, and stay tuned for more information on The Billionaire’s Beck and Call, Book Four–coming soon!


And a dangerously sexy excerpt just for you!


Somewhere in this shadowed group of people, between the pairings of hot bodies milling and weaving in their fine regalia, was my Max, my lover, and when the mood struck, my Master.

Tonight, we played a dangerous game.

The egg inside of me was quiet now, but its presence was always there, filling me, making me squeeze my thighs together as I moved, a constant reminder that he was with me, even when he left my side. A constant reminder, that I was his. And that tonight, he would use me as he pleased, teasing me right under the noses of the guests… and seeing who could outwit whom.

I smoothed down my gown, a silky black number I knew would drive him wild, and grinned beneath my dark mask. My hair was piled high on my head, my copper curls covered by a feathered headpiece and black net. I felt wild, knowing in this crowd, even among friends and strangers alike, no one knew who was who. Until the midnight unmasking, I was whoever I wanted to be. Little Lucy Willcox was free to be just as naughty as she wished, and no one would ever be the wiser…

That is, unless my Master was watching me right this second.

Had he found me yet? Was he spying on me now? Toying with me?

I turned around, eyeing the crowd, biting my cherry-red lip as I scanned the sea of guests, looking for those broad shoulders… that mischievous glint in the eyes that would tell me he’d found me…

That one’s too short…

Hair too light on that guy…

The eyes are all wrong on Mr. Tall over there…

Max wouldn’t be caught dead in that cummerbund..

I grinned as I scanned the crowd. What if I was just as hidden from his eyes as he was from mine? I imagined him searching for me, trying to find just the right body, just the right lips, nothing to go on but what we knew of one another’s taste and physicality. Was he stalking the floor, control in his hand, waiting for the sign that one of these masked women struggled to keep their composure, struggled to maintain their cool even while they waited for the game to begin?

Did he–

My thoughts shattered as the egg inside of me buzzed to life.

“Let the games begin.”

Maxwell’s voice filled my ear through the tiny receiver he insisted I wear. I held back a grin. So it began. If he hadn’t found me yet, I certainly didn’t want to make it any easier on him, so I kept my face neutral, as if everything were just as normal as can be, and no one was whispering devious things into my ear.

“Come out come out, wherever you are, little Lucy…”

He chuckled, deep in his throat, the sound making me shiver.

The egg pulsed a staccato rhythm inside of me, and I clenched my thighs, trying my hardest not to gasp at the sensation. I was already hot for him, my body responding so quickly, I wanted to tremble all over, wanted to find a corner somewhere and sit and moan, letting him take me to the edge, and then push me right over.

But I didn’t dare.

“Remember, if I find you before the Unmasking, I win,” he said. “Do try to make it a challenge, will you? I doubt you can hold on for much longer, but I hope to enjoy the hunt… at least for a little while.”

That low chuckle again.

I rolled my eyes beneath my mask, then bit back a whimper as he increased the power, buzzing harder inside of my delicate channel. My body squeezed around the egg, gripping it and releasing, and I sighed softly as a droplet of sweat trickled between my breasts.

That bastard.


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