Seven Eight, Justice is Karma’s Perfect Mate #KIBJ #NSFW

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Hello my friends! I hope you have enjoyed your Easter celebration. I realize not everyone celebrates this religious holiday, but for me it’s the start of Spring and New Beginnings. With that in mind, I have the next chapter from Karma In Blue Jeans to share with you. For those of you who haven’t read the first three chapters, click on the links below to catch up. Of course, you don’t have to do that right away. You can read Chapter 4 first and then go back to the beginning to catch up. It’s all good!

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Karma in Blue Jeans Cover first oneI do have one more surprise for everyone. I finally decided on a cover for KIBJ. I had debated about using the beautiful model I’ve chosen to represent her in these posts or go with something a little less obvious. Facebook loves to block images of covers that showcase too much skin. That of course is all subjective as they have no problem allowing videos with full on sex acts to be posted. So to get around all of that, I decided not to put Karma’s face on the cover. First of all, in the book readers find out she can change up her look depending on her mood. Last week she was granted her wish to live among the humans…in human form. She’s a wild child so I had to choose a photo that would represent that. What do you think?

So far we’ve learned Karma has been begging The Three for a chance to learn more about the mortals. With Lucius preparing to give up his immortality for his love of a Wiccan Priestess, Karma has to fill his shoes. Before she steps into her new role as part of The Three, she is allowed to experience life as a human. With her on this journey will be her lover the demigod, Justice. In this chapter we meet the sexy half human. I won’t say anymore.

Enjoy!

Chapter 4

 

 

Justice stood next to Marissa after her father entered Evangeline’s room alone. “I’m sorry you have to go through this.”

She waved him off, shrugged and appeared utterly defeated. “It’s not your fault, Doc. She did this to herself. She got caught up in all the hype of becoming a bestselling author. Somewhere along the way we lost her. It wasn’t always like this you know. Now there’s no turning back.”

He nodded. “The pressure to be on top can and has destroyed many. All’s not lost. There is still hope she’ll snap back and learn from her mistakes.”

“Don’t bet on it.” She turned away and shuffled toward the elevators.

He sighed. He’d never envied Karma’s position of having to decide when to reward and when to punish. He had always erred on the side of hope but in this case, he wished They’d stop enabling and let Evangeline hit rock bottom.

“Your wish is my command.”

He smiled and noted she’d turned into her human form after she’d materialized. Just like her to wait for the perfect moment to enter the earthly realm. Now she can’t hear my thoughts as easily. This could be fun. “They granted your request?”

She nodded. “How much longer must you stay here tonight? I’d hoped we could celebrate Yeshua’s decision—alone.” She moved to within inches of his lips and smiled.

Shirtless muscular man with tattooes on his body.Desire rolled through him as her scent filled his nostrils. “I’ve done all I can here tonight. Your plan must progress on its own from here. I managed to convince her husband she must stay for at least another three days.”

She purred and traced her fingertips along the lapels of his lab coat. “Time enough for one of our quickies before I have to take care of my next charge.”

He brought her hand to his lips. “You’ll have to get used to the idea that seventy-two hours of fucking isn’t considered a quickie for humans.”

She laughed. “Do tell.”

“I’d rather show you.” They moved toward the on-call room arm in arm. No one appeared to notice them as they made their way through the hallway. He pushed the door open to find the room completely empty.

She followed him into the room and then tossed her jacket on the chair.

He reached behind her, locked the door and then pinned her against it.

“What if we’re caught?” Her breathless question sent quivers through his body.

“That’s over half the fun and what makes this the best demonstration of what horny mortals do to satisfy their urges.” He lifted her up as his lips found hers eager as ever. He pulled up her blue jean skirt to find a bare ass. He groaned as her skin warmed with his touch.

A deep throaty laugh tickled his ears and buzzed against his lips. He had to have her now. His cock strained against his scrubs as he made his way to the bed against the opposite wall. He tossed her down and dropped his pants as she spread her legs before him.

He gasped and then in haled deeply. Her scent of arousal was enough to trigger a dribble of precum from his throbbing cock. He shoved her legs wide and then plunged into her. He steadied himself as he balanced his weight on his forearms and then pounded her pussy with abandon.

“Jus…tice…” Her cunt clenched around him and welcomed him home as only she could do. No human or goddess for that matter had ever been able to do that for him and demand more.

Not that he was complaining.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and then dug her heels into his ass to help pull him inside her with each thrust. Her nails raked along his back through his scrub top.

Beautiful girl and fashionable muscular man posingThe thought of them still partially clothed as they enjoyed each other turned him on even more. By the look in her eyes, he knew she felt the same. This had been exactly what he’d wanted to experience with her in her first moments as a human and it morphed into something much more than he’d expected.

He watched her skin flush from the top of her full breasts, up her neck and color her cheeks. Her pupils dilated into black orbs that pulled him in. Seconds before he thought he’d fall into them, she tossed her head back and cried out as her body shook violently beneath him.

He thrust into her a half dozen more times and willingly followed her over the edge. He collapsed on top of her as the last of his cum shot out of him.

She pushed him over so they could lay side by side with their arms and legs still entangled. “I think I like this quickie. Why haven’t we done this before?”

He brushed her curls away from her forehead and then kissed her, slowly, with eyes wide open. “You’ve not been human before nor have we had to sneak around. We’ve been able to enjoy each other whenever we wanted in your realm. This will be a whole new experience for you.”

She pouted. “So you’ve experienced this rush with your mortal conquests before me?”

“They’ve meant nothing to me. It’s you who has always had and will always hold my heart.”

She clenched her inner muscles down on his softening cock. “Now I claim this for only me as well.”

He smiled and devoured her lips again. Their tongues swirled and danced with each other until his dick filled and stretched her again. Even as a human she’s insatiable!

“It’s about damn time.” She moved her hips enough to glide along his shaft until both of them shuddered.

He nuzzled her breasts as they clung to each other, chests rising and falling in sync. He kissed the cleft between her tits and moved up along her neck, hitting all of her hot zones. He’d hoped they’d be the same for her now and had been pleased to find her even more aroused. Unfortunately, he needed a little more time to recover.

She giggled “Already I’m not liking being a human. I have to wait too long to have you again.”

“There will be plenty of time for that later. This was just an appetizer of things to come now that you’ll be with me in this world. That’s what you’d planned to do right? Stay with me?

 

 

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She noticed the momentary look of panic in his eyes. She frowned and touched his face. He’s actually worried I want to be with anyone else during my journey. “Justice…”

He untangled from her arms and stood up from the bed. He picked up their discarded clothing and shrugged. “You don’t owe me anything. Yeshua finally granted your wish. I’ll not stand in your way. You need to partake in all that being human has to offer, even if it means you take on other lovers.”

She sat up and stared. She had to admit she hadn’t thought that far ahead but the thought of other lovers intrigued her. “If there are to be other lovers, I wish to share all of them with you. I have no desire to be with anyone else unless we do it together.”

He helped her from the bed and kissed her. “That can be arranged.” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down to get her to giggle again.

“Spill it. What do you have going on in that mind of yours?”

He shook his head. “Nope. This will be a surprise for later. For now we have to get back to Evangeline. She’s finally asleep with the help of medication but I had to put her in restraints to keep her here. Unless she agrees to a longer stay, I can only keep her here for the three days.”

“Plenty of time. While you’ve distracted me with this surprise, another charge is in need of my help. I have to visit one who is to be rewarded for all her goodwill. It’s the reason I came here today.”

He spun her around and placed her into a dip. “Not for the quickie?”

“Alas, no, but that was an amazing. You may know her. She’s one of the volunteers here—Charlotte Mayberry.”

His face lit up. She runs the library here and visits the children’s ward to read to them every day.”

“Did you know she’s homeless.”

He visibly paled. “What?”

She nodded. “She spends her time here to keep busy. She lost her home after her husband died. She’s been living in a shelter off and on for the last two years.”

“I don’t understand. She has family. Why haven’t they helped her?”

“She doesn’t want to be a burden. Yesterday she was diagnosed with stage four breast cancer. She’s refused treatment because she wants to go and be with her husband. I’m here to grant her wish.”

“To let her die?”

She shook her head. “I’ve arranged for her to meet the most wonderful man, a widower. The two must meet today for it all to work as I’ve planned. I’ll need your help to pull it off.”

“I’ll do whatever it takes to bring joy to our Charlotte. The kids call her Charlie. Stage four? She’s so young…”

Karma nodded. “She gives so much to everyone else at the expense of her own health and happiness. Fate and I agreed Charlotte—Charlie is to go on and can do so in this lifetime. Her husband will be able to join her through this widower.”

“How will she know it’s him?”

“The heart always knows its soulmate. The realization will hit them both hard. We’ll need to be there to encourage them to follow their hearts and not be afraid to love again.”

“The cancer?”

She smiled. “True love conquers all. Both of them will have to take a leap of faith and believe they are meant to be together.”

“With a little push from us?” He winked.

“More like a gentle nudge. Come on. We’ll miss our window if we stay here any longer.”

“This is where not being human would help move things along. We’d be able to materialize to wherever we need to go in the blink of an eye.” He scurried after her as she sashayed toward the elevators that would take them up to the cafeteria.

“I can still do that but it can drain my powers. I have to be careful not to weaken myself to the point I’m unprotected.”

He leaned against the back of the elevators and crossed his ankles. His eyes appeared to glaze over.

She laughed and snuggled close to him. “I’ll explain all of it later. Right now we have to make sure Charlie and Joe’s worlds collide.”

 

 

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Next week: Friends and Enemies

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Five Six, Karma Gets Her Wish #KIBJ #paranormal Free Read

Welcome back, peeps!

Today I’m sharing the next chapter from Karma In Blue Jeans (Immortal Siblings). This one gives you another glimpse into the world of the Eternal Siblings as well as the Evangeline’s punishment. Karma doesn’t fool around with this one and as it turns out, neither do The Three.

If you haven’t read the first two chapters, you’ll want to catch up before you move on to this one.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

 

 

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Chapter 3

 

 

The trio entered the mountain cabin Yeshua called his home away from home. The phrase had always struck Karma as funny. As the Creator of All, home is wherever and whenever He wanted it to be. In a blink of an eye He could change His surroundings and yet he preferred the rustic cabin in the mountains.

Go figure.

An entire wall of the main room had been converted into a media center, covered with flat screen monitors. At any given moment, the faces of their human charges could be brought to view. Lucius called the space The War Room. She’d thought the name fit since every time The Three convened in there, Lucius and Fate would argue. Yeshua had the final say of course, but He always heard them out.

He’d been known to change His mind from time to time because of their heated debates, so the rest of the Siblings had learned it was worthwhile to speak their minds and plead their case or that of the humans they’d been assigned to look after throughout all time.

Yeshua stood from the overstuffed chair at the head of the table and welcomed them with open arms. “My sisters! It’s good to see you working so closely together with this Evangeline fiasco. I’m very pleased with the direction it’s taken.”

Beautiful woman mermaid with fantasy makeup in wreathRhiannon kissed Him on the cheek. “Really? I could’ve sworn you’d tossed the remote at the screens only yesterday after my last report. I had been convinced you’d jump in Yourself.”

“Nonsense. My frustration got the best of me is all. Nothing more. Nothing less. In Evangeline’s case, Karma and Lucius had been right from the start. The human has squandered every chance you’ve granted her. It’s time to turn the tables on her and why I asked Lucius to bring you here now.”

“Turn the tables? I don’t understand. I thought that’s what Karma has done.” Rhiannon looked between her Brothers with wide eyes, her face filled with uncertainty and concern.

Yeshua pointed to the screen that featured Evangeline’s smiling face. “If she fails the final tests, We wash our hands of her.”

Lucius toyed with his goatee and then smiled. “It’s good to hear You say that. Not all Our creations deserve the second chance to get things right in one lifetime. Some have been through dozens and still haven’t learned their lessons.”

Yeshua nodded. “That’s why I’ve decided for this one—if she does not embrace her destiny now, she’ll not have another chance.”

Karma stood before Him stunned into silence. Never before has He ruled a soul could not be reincarnated to begin again. “I don’t understand. If she fails then this lifetime will be her last?”

“My dear, Karma. I’ve grown weary of allowing mortals such as Evangeline Cross to come back time and time again to make others miserable. Why should she continue to benefit from the work of and on the backs of her fellow-man?”

“Forgive me, Brother. It saddens me to see You this way.”

“Why? Haven’t you said all alone I made the wrong choice to give them free will? That I’d end up broken-hearted in the end?”

Her eyes welled with tears. “Yes, but perhaps I’ve been too harsh. There are some who’ve earned the Blessings and have gone on to help others.”

“True, but their numbers are dwindling. That’s why I’ve come to this decision. Those who twist the Blessings to harm others will no longer be able to come back and repeat the travesty in the next—or any other lifetime.”

She looked to Lucius for help and sent him a silent plea. What do I do?

He lifted his chin toward Yeshua. Go on. Ask him.

“Then give me the chance to find other mortals worthy of Your Blessings.”

Yeshua returned to his chair and sighed. “You know Fate is against this.”

Beautiful sweet blond womanShe nodded and then sat at his feet. She held his right hand with both of hers. She held his gaze and wept freely. She felt His sorrow and pain to her very core. “You asked me to step into Lucius’s shoes and be firm but fair with the humans. Until I know their hearts as You do, I cannot hope to perform my duties without wishing to strike out at those who’ve taken away the smile from Your eyes. That sadness tells me you’ve given up.”

He squeezed her small fingers between his. “I’ve not surrendered if that’s what you mean. It’s more of an acceptance. Too few of my human children embrace their gifts. Instead they use them for evil, or even worse—they’re indifferent to each other and the damage they’ve caused.”

“Let me do this and I will find more who deserve their second chances.”

“Go ahead, Yeshua. Grant her this wish.”

All turned to find Fate standing in the doorway. Her violet gown floated about her as she entered the room. She tossed her deep auburn curls over her shoulder and sighed. “I can’t stand in her way simply because I’m afraid to lose her too.”

Lucius smiled. “I thought you’d be happy to get me out of your hair.”

She scowled and embraced him. While I’ll not miss the fights, I will miss your handsome face across the table. You’ve kept me on my toes every moment. I cannot continue to be selfish. Even gods must follow their hearts. I’ve known you’d find Brigid sooner rather than later, but I never thought it would be now. That part has been hidden even from me.”

“I’m not gone yet.” He kissed her forehead and held her to his chest.

“No you’re not, which makes this the perfect time for Karma to live on Earth for a bit.” Fate’s Irish brogue thickened as she became more emotional.

Karma got up from the floor and through her arms around Fate and Lucius. “Thank you!”

“Now don’t get too excited. You’re still expected to carry out your present duties. While you’ll appear human, you’ll still have all your powers. With that comes a great responsibility. There are those who would do anything to take away your Gifts and turn them against you. You must be on guard at all times.”

Close-up portrait of threatening  man with beard wearing a hood“Black Heart?” Karma’s spine tingled at just the thought of the vile creature that’d been a thorn in the side of The Three since the days of Adam and Eve.

Fate pursed her lips and her emerald-green eyes blazed. “Aye. He has spies everywhere and I’m sure he’s heard the rumors about Lucius stepping down. He’s never forgiven him or Us for the curse. While he cannot do anything to Lucius, Malachi could harm you while you’re in mortal form.”

“I’ll be careful.”

Yeshua beckoned to her to sit in the chair next to His. “As a human with your powers, you may find you wish to exact immediate punishment or reward. Think before you do to be sure it’s deserved. Justice will be with you, but he is not immortal. If he is slain, he is dead and will have to wait for the next life cycle to return. If you are drained of your powers as a human, you too will die.”

“I’ll lose my immortality?”

He nodded. “Only for a short time. You will come back, but at a great cost. It weakens all the Eternal Siblings when one must regenerate. It leaves all of us vulnerable to attack.”

She shook her head. “But not You.”

“No, not me but I could lose some or all of our brothers and sisters. I could not bear it. The world and heavens as We know them now, would cease to exist. Knowing the risks, do you still wish to do this?”

She glanced around the room. All eyes were upon her. Rhiannon’s appeared filled with anxiety. Fate’s appeared filled with resignation, and Lucius’s amber eyes glowed with determination and faith in her.

“I do.”

“Then so be it”

 

 

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“Mr. Cross, I don’t think it’s wise to discharge your wife in her current state. She’s extremely agitated and we’re concerned she may harm herself again.”

His eyes darted to the shiny name tag on the other man’s lab coat. “Dr. Justice, with all due respect, don’t be stupid. She didn’t try to kill herself. She had a frickin’ stroke.”

The doctor nodded. “She did suffer a stroke, yes but she also consumed two bottles of wine by her own admission as well as a fist full of Alprazolam.”

He closed his eyes and fell back against the wall. The pills had been a new prescription his own doctor had prescribed for him. He’d tossed the bottle in his dresser drawer, determined to not use them unless absolutely necessary. They were for panic attacks and came with specific instructions to never mix them with alcohol.

After his last fight with Evangeline, he’d looked for them. When he couldn’t find them, he thought he’d misplaced them. Then all the shit hit the fan with her publisher and he’d practically ripped the bedroom apart searching for the medication. All he’d wanted to do was relax enough to get a decent night’s rest. Now here he was talking to a man much too young and good-looking to be a doctor concerned about his wife’s mental state.

“Dad, maybe we should have her committed.” Marissa’s soft voice rang in his ears and brought him back to the discussion.

“Committed? She won’t stand for that. She’ll just check herself out of here.”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. She can’t walk. The stroke affected her entire right side of her body. We need to give her time to heal mentally and physically. With as much Alprazolam and alcohol she had in her system, I can legally hold her here for the next seventy-two hours. It would be best if she heard it from you and she’s here voluntarily.

“This is the best place for her. She needs to stay off the Internet and out of sight.” Marissa touched the faint bruise on her cheek.

He clenched his jaw. He’d never known Evangeline to get physical with their daughter before. When he’d seen the hand print on her pale skin, he’d seen red. The only thing that had kept him from confronting his wife had been the fact she had to be taken away in an ambulance. Time to face the facts. Evie’s turned into a stranger and if I don’t put my foot down now and get her the help she needs, we’re all lost. “I’ll talk to her, but I can’t promise you she’ll listen.”

“You’ve always been able to get through to her, Dad. We have to be strong now. This is for her own good. She’s been out of control and I’m scared.”

“What do you mean?” No child should feel afraid for her parent. I’ve failed my daughter.

“She’s been manic and obsessed with her book sales and rankings. If they fell below some random number in her head, she’d flip out. Last week she sobbed uncontrollably when her last book fell off the Bliss and Amazon best seller lists. She’d been frantic to set up more giveaways. I kept telling her the she was attracting the wrong kind of people with those things but she didn’t care. As long as they bought the books, she didn’t give a shit if they actually read them. She maxed out yet another credit card ordering those knock off handbags.”

Where the hell was I when this all happened?

Who was he kidding? He knew. They’d had another fight over her out of control spending on the gift baskets. Once again she’d refused to listen and told him flat out to mind his own business. He’d left and checked into a hotel downtown just to get away from her and her drunken rages.

It’s not like they were heading for bankruptcy. He’d had his thriving editing business and online magazine. His income alone had always been enough—until she started attending every reader and author convention she could find. The costs of print books and swag were enough to wipe out one credit card, but then she had to go bigger than everyone else. She’d actually hired her own entourage to man her tables so she could concentrate on signing and not deal with the money aspect.

He’d tried to get her to pick a few key meet and greets and then cut out the rest. She’d refused to listen. The last straw had been a call from their bank informing him she’d taken out a loan using her SUV as collateral. The banker had been an old college buddy of his and had given him the heads up.

She’d blown through all the money and then some. Huge chunks of it went to the critique partner to buy her silence. He found that out two days ago. He’d been floored with her admission and utterly defeated.

She’d become someone he didn’t care to know let alone be married to anymore. It had damn near broken his heart to tell her so. Remembering the moment now, threatened to do it again.

 

couple at restaurant“I’m tired of fighting with you. I didn’t sign up for this bullshit.”

“For better or worse ring a bell?” She’d sneered and then tossed an empty wine bottle at his head.

“Don’t throw our vows in my face, Evie. I’ve been by your side through every doctor appointment, hospital stay and every round of chemo. This is a whole other ball of wax. You’re asking me to be an accomplice to your lies. What you’ve done is not only dishonest, it’s illegal.”

“No. I paid her for the work. She’s like my ghost writer.”

“You’re twisting this to suit your needs and justify all the lies you’ve told your fans and Bliss.”

“Stop calling it lies. I’ve not done anything all the other top Romance authors haven’t done.” She opened another bottle of Pinot Grigio and filled her glass to the top.

“Really? The ones who had been caught plagiarizing, you watched fall and had a party to celebrate. You’re the one who turned in your biggest competition to those bloggers and sat back while her career combusted over one book. You’ve done it with two full series—sixteen books in total. How many more will it be?”

“As many as I want. Don’t you even think about messing this up for me, Dallas. It’s finally my turn at the top. I won’t let you take that away from me too.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? I’ve given you everything you’ve ever wanted and more.”

“Except another child!”

“You were sick and your doctor gave me a choice, either you or the baby. I couldn’t save you both.”

“You knew I wanted him more than life itself and you took that choice from me. I’ll never forgive you for that.”

 

 

Chapter 3 Karma memeFifteen years later she’d still tossed that in his face. She’d been hemorrhaging and they had to take her uterus. Their son had lived three hours. Long enough for him to hold him and say goodbye. Evangeline never got that chance because she’d been on the operating table for over ten hours in order for her doctors to remove all the cancer that had ravaged her breasts and her body a second time.

Marissa had been their miracle after the doctors had told them the chemotherapy had rendered her infertile. The second pregnancy had been a complete surprise. Devastation had set in when told her cancer had returned. Chemotherapy had been out of the question during the pregnancy, so the cancer ran wild.

When she’d started to bleed, the doctors had taken her to surgery to save both of them. In the end, Dallas had been the one to make the horrible decision of which to save.

There was no way he’d wanted to raise two kids on his own. Evangeline and Marissa had been his life—heart and soul. While he wished the outcome had been different, he knew he’d made the right decision for his family. All had agreed.

Except his wife.

Whenever she wanted to cut him to his core, she’d bring up the loss of their son and he’d cave in to whatever she wanted to make her happy. As much as he hated to admit it, he’d created the monster who lay strapped to the hospital bed before him. If he’d stopped her from going down the path from the start, demanded both of them get counselling, maybe they’d be living a whole other life.

Now he had to pick up the pieces of their lives and figure out a way to move on, even if it meant losing her in the process.

 

 

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Next week: Chapter 4

Dr. Justice is in the House!

 

Debut #EroticRomance from Elisabeth Joye Brings the HEAT

Tantilizing Tuesdays

 

Hello all! I know I’ve been MIA for a bit. I’ve been all over the place with my evil day job and gearing up for the holidays…including my birthday coming up in 8 days. In that light, I wanted to help celebrate the debut erotic romance of Elisabeth Joye. She’s a new author to me and I have to say I’m thrilled to have been asked to be one of the first to read and review her foray into the crazy world of romance!

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Invisible Ink is right up my alley. It’s strong and in your face erotic right out of the gate. Elisabeth’s writing style pulls you into the world of her characters and you feel as if you’re living the story right along with them. At first glance you may think you’re reading the typical Rock and Roll erotic tale. This is so much more than that!

I posted my review HERE and will put it up on Amazon as soon as the book goes live. Right now, it’s up for pre-order and you’ll want to reserve your copy now. Go on and read my review and see why. Seriously. I’ll wait.

What? You don’t want to read it yet? Okay, here’s the blurb

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Lex has never felt more exposed.

She has just allowed Jake Reed, the lead singer of rock band Inkjet, to undress her and tie her to a chair backstage after a show, only to have him leave to go sign autographs.

It is the start of a dark, obsessive relationship that will lead Lex, a 20-something public relations professional from L.A., to lose herself almost entirely as she struggles to break through her sexual boundaries without falling in love with Jake, an intimidatingly gorgeous Hollywood actor/rock star who closely guards his emotions.

What starts as a series of casual hookups ends up a powerful addiction that will push Lex past all her sexual boundaries as Jake moves repeatedly in and out of her life, making few promises along the way. Lex fights to keep a sense of herself while she succumbs to Jake’s glamorous world and his irresistible allure.

Still not convinced? How about a smokin’ hot adult excerpt?

 

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“What are you up to?” I asked.

“Stay here, don’t move.”

He went and flipped on one of the stage lights right on me and then planted himself in a front row seat. I could barely make out his face.

“Strip,” came his instructions over the microphone.

I stood and looked at him blankly for a second.

“This is why you brought me here?”

“I can’t hear you, but if I could, it doesn’t matter, because no talking, baby girl. You know my rules,” he ordered, his soft voice booming through the sound system.

I had already proven to him I was up for anything he asked for, so I did as I was told, removing my tank top and jeans and stepping out of my slip-ons.

“All of it,” he said.

The air was cool on my skin, but the lights were hot as hell. I looked around for a minute, over my shoulder and into the wings of the stage.

“No one’s here, I checked, don’t worry,” he breathed into the mic, his voice lowering.

I took off my underwear and I stood there naked in front of him, exactly what he wanted.

“Good. Now, walk the catwalk for me.”

I shot him an exasperated, confused look.

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“See that curved path in front of the stage right before the seats? That thing. Walk it.”

I felt utterly ridiculous as I padded my way down the catwalk and moved back and forth across the crescent-shaped little path that brought me closer to where Jake had perched himself.

I concentrated mostly on not falling and trying to look as poised as possible. I could feel his eyes on me from below, burning into me.

Then he laughed.

It wasn’t into the mic, but I was close enough to him that I could hear him.

“God, Jake, don’t be a fucking asshole and laugh at me up here!” I glared at him and he looked so smug. I wanted both to climb on top of him and also to punch him. If I would have known I would be naked on a stage, I would have worn heels or hit the gym more this week or…

“I was thinking about how a lot of girls wouldn’t do this if I told them to,” he said, smiling. “And if they did, they’d try to…do a stripper show for me or look seductive. But you’re …like…” he searched for the word he wanted to use. “there. You’re real. It’s fucking perfect.”

“You don’t have to flatter me, Jake,” I said, suddenly feeling more exposed. “You already have me. Obviously.”’

He looked me in the eye for a long time. His stare made the moment suddenly serious. Then he looked me up and down for longer than I was comfortable.

“Spin.”

I did.

“Slower.”

He was silent and I felt sick to my stomach with nerves, overwhelmed with self-conscious fears. He was pushing me too far.

I faced him again and stood there, my hand on my hip.

“Jesus Christ, Lex,” he said. “You’re so fucking hot. And you don’t even know it.”

I looked down at him, shrugged slightly, and said, “It only matters that you know it, Jake.”

He smiled big, showing off his perfect teeth.

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“Is that so?” He stood up and used all his strength to lift himself up on the walkway. He pressed himself up against me, picked me up, and moved us both back to the main part of the stage.

My naked skin rubbed against his clothing as I wrapped my body around him, my legs gripping his waist, his hands cupping my bare ass. I kissed his neck lightly and then moved to his lips as he set me down and cupped my ass in his hands.

“So you said you wanted to do something I’d never done before,” he said, pushing my shoulders down so I knelt on the stage in front of him. “I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl on a stage and where better to do that than the Los Angeles Amphitheater, right?”

On my knees, I knew he wanted something else first. A blow job. My stomach flipped again. Although we’d obviously already had a lot of sex, I had tactfully avoided trying to put his erection in my mouth until now.

I didn’t have a ton of confidence about my blow job skills in the first place, and his cock was by definition intimidating — larger than average, attached to a famous, super hot guy, and sexually powerful enough to take over my mind and life. It had unwittingly become the center of my universe.

Oral sex with Jake would put me in control for the first time. What if I didn’t do what he liked and I was desperate to please him the way he had pleased me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell you what I want you to do,” he said softly, cradling my chin with his long fingers. He was a mind reader.

He undid his zipper and lowered his jeans on his hips enough that I had access to his full length.

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I gripped one hand around the shaft and positioned my mouth around the tip, waiting for whatever instructions he had in mind. But instead of speaking, he grabbed me roughly by my hair and pushed into me as far as he could until I let out a muffled cry.

I closed my eyes and let my tongue dance around while he pulled my head into him and then out again by my hair, slowly at first so I could adjust and then at the pace he wanted.

I could not have been more compromised or exposed on a stage meant for an audience of thousands giving a fucking blowjob. But all I could think about was him and my hot breath and his skin against me. The setting fell away and time fell away with it.

 

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Elisabeth Joye used to write about Congress. Now, she writes about sex. A former political journalist, she’s wanted to write a romance novel since she was 12 and finally found the inspiration to do it by incorporating her love of concerts and musicians. Invisible Ink is her first self-published novella.

When she’s not writing, Elisabeth is a stay-at-home mom to her four year old son. She lives in the Midwest with her husband and family.

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#Thunderclap Campaign is Underway for my #Inspirational #Poetry

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Welcome back to Behind Closed Doors. Today I would like to ask a favor. I’ve started a Thunderclap campaign for my first book of poetry. Not only was it the first of the poetry to be put out there for all to see, it was the very first book I published myself through Sassy Vixen Publishing. It was only the second book I had out there after For the Love of Quinn with Siren Bookstrand.

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January 1st marks the third anniversary of the release of Follow Me: Poetry from the Heart and Soul. Besides chronicling my path through some of life’s most challenging moments, it’s a journal of my evolution as a writer.All the ups and downs are there: love, loss, betrayal, destruction of self esteem and redemption. All can be said for working my way through the highs and lows of the publishing world.

That’s right. The world of a published author isn’t all five star reviews, wine and roses. It’s full of blood, sweat, and tears…a hell of a lot of tears. Some of them are happy, while others are bittersweet. During the last three years I’ve seen and experienced quiet a bit from success to failure, from excitement to despair, from nervous butterflies waiting for reviews to the heartbreaking betrayal of fellow authors.

Reading through these poems again reminded me just how far I’ve come as a person, lover, wife, friend, poet and author. I’ve built walls around my heart and have developed an even thicker skin than I had when I submitted that first manuscript to Siren. I’m far from perfect—just like my characters and their stories. I write about real, honest, and often gut-wrenching emotions. Sometimes the scenes aren’t pretty, but in the end the characters find their way through and into the arms of the one who completes them heart and soul.

Follow Me New cover LargeWill you help me celebrate these poems by supporting me in my Thunderclap campaign? All you have to do is click on the photo/banner above, or here. I have until midnight on December 31st to meet the goal of 100 supporters so the campaign will go live over Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr. It’s easy to do. Click on the outlets you would like to support the campaign on and Thunderclap does the rest. They will only post the one spot and will not have access to your accounts to do anything else.

At the time of this post, with 11 days left, we are at 46 supporters. Can you spare a moment or two and join me?

Thank you for your continued support in everything! Without you, I wouldn’t be able to continue to share my work.

Until next time,

Tammy

Who Do You Trust? #amwriting #MyWANA #ARTG

Welcome back to Behind Closed Doors. I’ve been away for awhile sorting through the projects on my desk and getting ready for my new releases scheduled over the next two months. It’s been a whirlwind of activity with a few set backs with the move, new jobs and my monitor dying on me last night. LOL! Thanks to the Navy Exchange, I have the new one up and running and I’m catching up on everything I wasn’t able to tackle with the Netbook.

trollI’m sure many of you have heard of the new wave of pirate sites and illegal file sharing groups. It’s disheartening to get Google alerts with my books listed on more sites daily. I took a long hard look at where these places got the files to begin with and my heart broke further. Most of them came from copies I had given out in exchange for reviews and for prizes during blog hops. The other source turns out to be from purchases right from Amazon. 

Yes you read that correctly. Amazon’s policy to allow returns of ebooks has enabled these book hoarders to continue to steal from their “favorite” authors. One person purchases the book and copies it to their computer before returning it to Amazon for a refund. Then they take this file and convert it to any other format needed for their share groups before uploading it to those sites. It’s a game to these people. They love the attention they get when people ask them to find a book for them. All the while they make it more and more difficult for the authors of these books to continue with their craft. I mean, who wants to pour your heart and soul into a story only to have it stolen from you over and over again?

Speaking of stealing…

It’s not only the pirates we have to watch out for but the snakes in our own community. That’s right. What’s the old saying? Keep your friends close but your enemies closer? What do you do when the people you thought were your friends and colleagues are the very people stealing from you?

Creating stories similar to each other is bound to happen. We are a close knit group. There are fewer and fewer truly original ideas out there. I’m not talking about that but blatant, full on plagiarism. Oh wait, it’s not really that now but “mixing.” That’s what some snot-nosed 17 year old writer, and I use the term loosely, calls her theft of another author’s published work. What’s even worse is she is getting REWARDED for this horrible behavior instead of tossed out on her ass.

But wait! There’s more.

I posted a question on my Facebook page not too long ago. I asked what was worse: an author who steals from a fellow author or an publisher who steals from one of it’s own authors and then publishes the story under their own pen name. The overwhelming response was while both were heinous, the theft by the publisher made everyone want to vomit.

I agree. It’s the worst kind of betrayal but add in there snakes who disguise themselves as beta readers or critique partners, or those valued members of your street teams. Who the hell is left out there to trust? My original question on Facebook wasn’t a hypothetical. It actually happened. Not to me but to someone in my inner circle. Those of you who know me, know I don’t sit back and take that sort of thing lightly. I may appear all nicey nice on the outside, but if you cross me, my family or my friends then I unleash the Wicked Vixen…and “it ain’t purdy.”

This whole thing has left a sour taste in my mouth and a knot in my stomach. Why should I keep writing and putting myself out there if someone will end up stealing it away from me or my friends? We’re supposed to help and encourage each other in our journeys, not sabotage them before we leave the nest.

So what do we do? We keep going. We continue to write and put our best stuff out there. The more we do, the more people/readers will know we are the real deal. We’re not going anywhere and we will take back what was stolen from us…in spades. 

For those of you out there who think you’re getting away with stealing…we’re watching you and we’re not the only ones. Karma never forgets and neither do I.

See you around…

Tammy

Two New Tales from @dochappycamper to be Included in a New #Erotic Anthology

Hello my friends! It’s great to be back here at Behind Closed Doors. It’s been a long time but I had to bury myself in packing and purging for the last two months. Now we’re safely relocated to our new home in Washington, I’ve started working with a whole new group of veterinary hospitals and I can finally get back to writing. Yay!

I want to take a moment to thank all of you for hanging in there with me during this rough patch. Your well wishes have meant the world to me and kept me going when I wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep for a week. The stress was enough to cause me to drop fourteen pounds. I like it, but not how it happened. Not eating or sleeping well over the last two months were the culprits, but now I’m back on track and determined to keep the weight loss going.

Now for the exciting news…

Season of Sun and Sin

“Bound in Paradise” and “Curse of the First Born Cain” will both be included in the next anthology from Sassy Vixen Publishing, Seasons of Sun and Sin. We’ve had to delay the release of this one because of the move, but now we’re moving forward full steam ahead! Our editor has completed “Bound” and the novelette by my alter ego Lia Michaels. I’ll have “Curse” completed and ready for edits by next weekend. I’m so excited to be back in the groove again. Being away from my characters has been torture.

“Bound in Paradise” is the prequel erotic romance to The Surrender of Julia (Now and Forever 3). Here we’ll learn how Julia and Carmen first met and fell for each other and how their Domme/sub relationship blossomed. Julia Santos is one of my favorite characters because on the surface she’s this evil wench. Underneath she’s a lost and tortured soul who uses sex to get what she wants from those around her. Ultimately, it takes near tragedy to get her to see she’s worth having the love of a lifetime. She’s a lot like me in that regard. I lived through a hell of a time where I didn’t think I deserved a happily ever after. Now I have it, and Julia deserved one too.

Released February 22, 2013
Released February 22, 2013

“Curse of the First Born Cain” is the introduction to my Kayne Legacy series. While there are love matches between the various couples, this isn’t a true romance. It’s more vampire erotica with romantic elements. This first novelette introduces the characters and teases you with the stories yet to unfold in the next installments. I thought the anthology would be the perfect way to introduce the series inspired by the poetry in Courtship of the Vampyre.

While there are many characters in this series who have stories to tell, the first helps to set the tone. In this one we start off in the present day and meet the newest recipients of the Legacy: Abigail and Michael. During their first meeting, we discover Michael is the direct descendant of Cain…the first born of Adam and Eve. We’re shocked right along with Abigail when Cain shows up to tell her his side of the Biblical story. We learn just how much of the story we haven’t been told all these years.

We’re shooting for a November release date either the week before or the week of Thanksgiving. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, we’ll be ready to go on time. If life gets in the way again, it will be out in time for Christmas for sure. A few people asked if the name of the anthology would be changed since it was supposed to be “the summer anthology”. The answer is an emphatic NO. The title works for any “season” and who doesn’t think of hot sultry nights in paradise when they’re buried under a blanket of snow? It’s a good time of year to get folks thinking about the warmer weather and the fun that can be had in and out of the bedroom no matter what the temperature is outside.

I hope you enjoy these tales as well as “Sweet Surrender” I’ve written as Lia Michaels. This one is the continuation of the Candy Kisses Gang’s story and continues right where “Have a Naughty, Naughty, Christmas” left off. So stay tuned! I’ll update you on the release date for Season of Sun and Sin and for the other books I have coming out over the next few months. 

Until then,

Tammy

#MySexySaturday: @dochappycamper Revisits an #Erotic Limo Ride Through #Vegas

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Welcome back to Behind Closed Doors! This is the first time I’m participating in My Sexy Saturday and I can’t wait to share my “seven” with everyone. This week’s theme is sexy carriage rides. The rules state it could be any kind of carriage such as a space ship, taxi, or in my case a LIMO. The scene I decided to share is from my first published novel For the Love of Quinn (Now and Forever). It’s the first time that one of the heroes confesses he’s falling in love with the heroine. I got a lot of flack about this love triangle. Even now there’s a “Team Steve” and a “Team Jake.” The following seven paragraphs are my nod to “Team Steve.”

Let me set this up for you. Quinn and Steve spent the last few hours at the House of Blues. Quinn had performed for the very first time with her brother and his band. Jake Hartley, the other man vying for Quinn’s heart, was at the concert as well. Sparks flew and tension grew between the three, but only took Quinn home with him that night. Enjoy!

Released September 2011
Released September 2011

“I’m falling in love with you, Quinn.” He stared deeply into her eyes as he unhooked her bra. “I know I said no strings and I meant that at the time. It’s just the more time I spend with you, the more I want. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I want whatever time we have together to be magical. I’m not asking you to feel the same for me. Just let me love you for as long as you need, as long as you want.”

“I want you to love me right here and now. I can’t promise you anything beyond that, but I haven’t felt this close to anyone in such a long time. It’s all because of you, and I don’t want this to end.”

“Does that mean you’ll stay with me whenever you’re in Vegas? Be my lover even if just for one night?” He slipped her shirt and bra off in one motion and nuzzled each of her breasts before looking back up into her eyes.

“Would that be enough for you?” Quinn unbuttoned his shirt, touching his chest and the tattoo of her alter ego with her fingertips as she went. His muscles rippled at her touch, and she could feel the excitement rising in her own body and in his. Quinn wanted this man more than anything at that moment simply because he wanted her.

“No, it isn’t nearly enough, but I won’t ask you to give anything more than you’re able to give to me.” He sat up so Quinn could slip his shirt the rest of the way off him. He held her like that for a moment, cradling her in his lap before he started to shift forward, laying her back on the seat. “You’ve had a hold over me from the moment I saw you get off the elevator, and somewhere between then and now, you’ve stolen my heart.”

“I tell you what, if you let me borrow your heart for a little while, I’ll share mine with you, too, as well as anything else you desire.” Quinn’s hands trailed down between them then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Her eyes never left his. She fell deeper and deeper into them. “You’re all I desire, Quinn. Nothing else matters anymore.” She slid his pants off his hips as he finished unzipping her jeans. His hands slipped inside to slide them off her, taking her thong right along with them.

Now they were both completely naked in the back of his limo, bathed in the lights of Vegas. Quinn guided him down on top of her so she could wrap her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to her as she felt him enter her slowly, touching every part of her inside. “Ohhhh, Steve.” The heat built between them, a smoldering, steady burn that intensified every time they were together. She arched her back and lifted her hips to receive him, each time taking him in deeper than before.

©Tammy Dennings Maggy 2011 All Rights Reserved

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~Tammy

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