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I’ve become one in the past few months. Especially on meats. I’m trying to eat healthier and live a little better and I can’t help but think the high rate of cancer, autism in children and other health issues are largely in part to how foods are packaged. For instance, my girlfriend’s eight year old daughter not only got her period recently, she’s a C cup!! This girl is stacked, and definitely could pass for a girl in her late teens. A lot of little girls are developing faster than girls did when I was a kid, and getting hair … Read more
I’m making an early New Years Resolution to update my blog. I doubt I get many hits on my blog because it’s so far in between posts bit I will try to train myself to post more. Maybe once a week.
So I’ll start tonight with a pet peeve. I hate websites with music on them. I don’t know why, but they drive me nuts. Unless its a musician who’s trying to sell records I don’t get why people have music on their websites. I guess its just a preference thing. I’m sure there are just as many people who … Read more
Landing a job at Cryo Cor, the largest food manufacturer on the planet, is a dream come true for Sydney. But her dream job becomes a nightmare when she discovers a horrible secret about Cryo Cor’s products. Cryo Cor is processing Humans — as food!
Overnight Sydney becomes a wanted woman. She finds unexpected salvation in the form of a tall, dark, rugged stranger. Jack and his band of Freedom Fighters will stop at nothing to take down the alien threat to mankind. When Jack offers Sydney his protection, sparks immediately fly between these two headstrong people, but their arguments … Read more
There’s a historical book written in the 80’s I think that I used to love and I don’t remember the name of the author or the title, but the plot line kind of went like this…An English lady somehow gets taken into a harem (No this isn’t the Sky O’Malley series or any by Beatrice Small), and she’s rescued by a mysterious guy with an Arabic sounding name, and he seduces her, yada yada, but it turns out to be an English Earl who was actually an ambassador. Actually, she might have been in India now that I think about … Read more
One island…One woman…Two studs
India Powers is at the end of her rope. After dumping her cheating fiancé and having a falling out with her parents, she decides to take a much needed vacation. In route she meets two hunky fellow vacationers in the form of Rafe Santiago and Grant Thompson. Though she’s not looking for love, India sees no harm in a little island flirtation.
Rafe and Grant have been friends since they were kids; both from broken homes, all they had were each other. Their closeness leads them to the discovery they enjoy sharing the same women. After … Read more
She didn’t have time to wonder; her bedroom door suddenly flew open, and her shocked gaze met Maxwell Sterling’s intent stare as he stood in the entrance.
“I told you I’d be back, Olivia. You knew I wouldn’t stay away -- and you don’t want me to, though you try to pretend otherwise.”
She gulped, mesmerized by the intensity of his green eyes, her heart beating erratically. She couldn’t move a muscle to save her life, but was it fear that kept her immobile or the strength of his gaze? Either way, her eyes widened with each step he took toward her bed.
“Please.” Although she knew it was pointless, she begged, but her voice came out as a whispered croak that wasn’t convincing even to her own ears. “I don’t want this.” But as had happened the night before and the ones preceding that, he didn’t heed her words. To make matters worse, her traitorous body heated up in anticipation as she watched him shrug off his shirt. She licked suddenly dry lips.
His black hair was slightly longer than fashionable, touching his awesomely broad shoulders. He stared at her from a chiseled, rough-hewn face that should have seemed harsh, but somehow it suited him, his features the kind that would make women look more than twice. Momentarily distracted by a brilliant blue pendant around Max’s neck, Olivia nearly didn’t notice the rest of him. Which would have been a tragedy. A lean chest with a dusting of dark hair tapered to a ripped and flat abdomen, all serving to enhance his maleness. The outline of his erection pressed against pants that clung to his hips. She wondered why he didn’t remove the rest of his clothes but wasn’t allowed to dwell on it as the bed depressed under his weight.
“Olivia, you may be in denial still, but I won’t play your game of make-believe. Let there be no doubt in your mind that we will be together. Your responses prove my point.”
“Because you make me. I can’t want this; I don’t want it.”
He tugged off her reading glasses and carefully placed them on her nightstand. A shiver of desire ran up her spine, and she silently cursed her body’s weakness, railed at herself for caving so easily to this man. Heat continued to course through her, making her tremble for his touch… and all the while he studied her as though he was looking directly into her soul.
Finally, Max cupped her cheeks between calloused palms, reminding her that he’d worked hard for his living, that he wasn’t one of the idle rich. His hands were large and strong, almost engulfing her entire face.
Much to her secret and shameful delight, he brought his lips down to hers. The kiss started out as a gentle pressing of lips, but mere seconds later, a groan escaped his mouth, and his embrace turned almost savage. He pressed his tongue against the seam of her lips, tracing the soft flesh and sending pulses of delight shooting to her very core.
Resistance wasn’t an option, because Max would not be denied. He grasped a handful of her hair, tugging it as the kiss transformed yet again into a blatant stamp of possession. Olivia gasped; her parted lips gave him room to slide his tongue into the cavern of her mouth. Then she whimpered at the forcefulness of his sweeping exploration.
“So sweet,” he whispered. Max’s thumb circled her jaw, massaging it in a sensual motion. Abruptly, he released his grip on her hair and pushed her against the pillows, settling his powerful, broad body over hers.
Unable to help herself, Olivia slid her fingers through the strands of his thick hair, reveling in the silky texture. His taste, scent, and touch were so wonderfully male, titillating all her senses and making her aware of the contrast between her femininity and his masculinity. She squirmed beneath him, trying to temper the fire inside her wet, pulsing pussy. Her panties grew moist and her nipples drew to painfully tight tips, straining against the satiny material of her nightgown. Wanting him like she’d never desired anyone else, she pushed her own tongue out to meet his, licking and doing some exploring of her own.
Max caressed her shoulders, then pushed away the straps of her gown. The top fell into a puddle at her waist, revealing her bare breasts. He cupped her sensitive breasts, squeezing the furled nubbins at the apices between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Yes,” she moaned, not caring about anything except how he made her feel. Gone was her uncertainty. She’d worry about that later. For now, she’d take the pleasure he offered so freely.
“That’s right, my angel, give in to me completely,” he commanded softly as he lowered his head and took one waiting peak between his teeth. Max nipped, sucked, and laved it with ferocious strokes of his tongue, driving Olivia to the point of insanity.
She didn’t know how much sensual torture she could handle, nor did she know what she would do if he stopped. Digging her fingers into his hair, she held his head against her chest. “God, yes,” she groaned. She couldn’t believe how he’d transformed her into a mindless bundle of nerves in such a short period of time.
A questing hand slid up her thigh, pushing up her gown and stopping only when his fingertips touched the edge of her panties. He raised his head long enough to shoot her a grin. “You’re sopping wet and hot as hell. There’s no way you can continue to deny what we share.”
Caught up in the whirl of lust, Olivia lost all shame. She parted her thighs, desperately eager for his touch. She could only focus on feeling his fingers sliding over her panties.
He ran his long digits over her mound, rubbing her pussy through the soaked cloth covering it. “Mmm, you’re so wet for me, you can barely stand it, isn’t that right? It would take nothing for me to glide straight into this tight little cunt, don’t you agree, angel?”
The Cyrellians appear friendly, offering hope to a battered and devastated Earth. But three women soon make startling discoveries that could very well change the fate of their home world yet again.
With the help of Cyrellian technology, Bella may soon hear for the first time. When she goes to their lab for tests, she finds herself sold off — as a pet in an alien zoo! Although she’s expected to mate with a “creature” of her kind, she can’t fight her attraction to Dar, the zookeeper assigned to oversee her training.
Dar has a knack for dealing with the … Read more
Desperate for a date to her cousin’s wedding, Penny Marsh resorts to contacting an escort service. Little does she know, Studs for Hire is no ordinary escort service, but a cover for a mate-finding business for lonely immortals.
Nicholas has spent centuries searching for his true mate, and finally finds her in a lovely date for the night. He falls for the shy beauty right away, but how will she react when she learns the truth about Studs for Hire? And that he’s a vampire.
For once, she was pleased with her appearance, but what was the point … Read more
This is the tentative title to the next installment of the Blood Brothers series. I’m so flatter at the overwhelming response I’ve received for this series so far, and I wanted to address the question that has popped up quite a bit lately. When is Dante’s story coming out? Well, the dipolmatic answer would be, hopefully soon? But the truth? I have no clue. I haven’t even started writing it yet. There’s been so much on my plate lately, I barely have time to sleep. I have plans to start working on it after RT, but not before then. When … Read more
Harlem artist Sarah Deveraux has been running from her past for as long as she can remember, suppressing the painful memories of her parents’ brutal murders. Things go from bad to worse when an enemy from her past catches up to her, and realizes she’s not completely human! Can she learn to trust the roguish Constantine Kyriakis when he offers her refuge?
Constantine Kyriakis has resisted his father’s matchmaking attempts for decades, but when he’s offered a reprieve if he finds the artist of a painting his father is interested in, he takes it. Falling for Sarah wasn’t in the … Read more