Erotic Romance Author

Until I get everything fixed with my website, mainly finding someone smarter than me to handle, this is where all the information can be found. Check back often for reviews and posts and new releases. Below on the right is a list of books and their reading order. Looking forward to sharing with everyone...:)

Friday, July 18, 2014

Spanking excerpt...Finding Her Fantasy...

Oh, someone's in trouble.. Excerpt from Finding Her Fantasy, available August 4th..:)

Melinda didn’t have to wait long to find out just what she was in for. Why had she made that comment about not waiting on them hand and foot?
She stared at Erik, her mouth hanging open. “You can’t be serious.”
Erik dropped into the wicker chair and frowned up at her. The warm breeze ruffled his hair, giving him a boyish appearance that contrasted with the dangerous glint in his blue eyes.
“I’m dead serious, Melinda,” he growled.
“I wouldn’t push him if I were you, Mel,” Jon drawled. “You basically issued a challenge at the coffee shop earlier, and now he plans to make you do exactly what you said you wouldn’t.”
“It’s one thing to be a Dom when it comes to sex, but I’m not your damn maid, and I’m damn sure not going to hand-feed you. If you want a bowl of fruit, get up and fix it yourself.”
Jon’s lips twitched, but Erik’s eyes narrowed into hard slits. “Excuse me?”
She put her hands on her hips and bent closer, so he could hear her more clearly. “I said no.”
Erik stood up so fast the chair scooted across the terra-cotta tile that covered the upper veranda. Melinda’s back went straight as a rod, and her chin tilted defiantly in the air.
I have a safe word. I have a safe word. What the hell is my safe word?
“Damn that’s hot as hell,” Jon murmured off to the side, but Melinda ignored him.
Her eyes were on Erik’s intense, angry blue ones as he stared down his nose at her, sending dark currents of need across every inch of her flesh. God, what the hell was the matter with her?
“I was going to let the clothes slide this evening, but I believe I’ve changed my mind. Strip, Melinda. Now.”
Melinda’s mouth dropped open, and then she quickly clamped it shut. Damn bossy prick. Fine. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been naked around here anyway. She could handle a strip tease.
Keeping her gaze glued to his, she slowly began to unbutton her blouse. Erik’s eyes flickered to her chest before coming back to rest on her face. The blue of his eyes sparked with heat, making her entire body burn. Wow, she loved it when he looked at her like that.
She lowered her blouse and let it fall to the floor. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, letting it join her top on the tile. Her breasts felt heavy and ached for his touch, but he kept his hands down by his hips. She glanced down and noticed how he balled his hands into fists as though trying not to touch her.
She brought her gaze back to his as she unzipped her shorts and removed them along with her underwear. She now stood before him naked, heated, and so totally aroused she could hardly stand it. What was it about his stare that could melt her like butter on a hot day?
He tilted his head toward the large table where they usually ate their meals. “Now go grip the edge of the table and bend over so I have a good view of that pretty ass.”
She licked her lips nervously. Was this going to be some sort of punishment for saying no? She walked over and gripped the edge of the table. Arching her back slightly, she bent forward. Her stare caught Jon’s and a prickle of apprehension traveled up her spine.
“You should’ve just fed him the strawberries, love,” he murmured softly, but Melinda didn’t miss the spark of amusement in his gaze.
She started to glance over her shoulder, but the sting that landed across the back of her upper thigh caught her by surprise and made her gasp. Melinda looked quickly over her shoulder and was rewarded with another slap to her ass. She squealed and glared at Jon, who stood on the other side of the table watching with eyes that glowed with lust. The desire she saw blazing in the depths of his gaze made her shiver.
“I like how her breasts jiggle when you slap her with the flogger,” Jon said as he met her gaze and smiled just a bit, just enough to leave her wary.
He had a devilish glint in his eyes that made her nervous. She tried to glance behind her again. “Where the hell did you get a flogger?”
“Face forward,” Erik commanded and punctuated his words with another slap of the flogger.
The leather straps caressed her flesh with a harsh sting that caused heat to bloom under her skin. Melinda tightened her fingers on the edge of the table and felt the heat of a flush move over her face. Despite the sting, despite the harsh slap of the leather, her pussy began to throb, and her nipples tingle.
She should use her safe word. She should shout it at the top of her lungs and walk away from this madness. She should. But she didn’t want to. She realized it the second he slapped her ass for the fourth time and a sound similar to a moan escaped her lips.
Jon’s eyebrow shot up. “Well, well,” he drawled.
Melinda bit her lip in embarrassment. The flogger landed on the table next to her, and she stared at it in surprise before turning to look at Erik warily.
“It does no good to punish you if you enjoy it,” he snarled.
“I didn’t,” she snarled back at him.
Erik walked up behind her and slid his hand between her legs. Melinda gasped and attempted to jerk away, but Erik grabbed her hips and snapped, “Be still.”
Melinda froze. Shock worked its way through her system at how quickly, and without thought, she just did what he said. His fingers slid through the damp folds of her pussy, and she bit her tongue to keep from moaning again at his touch.
“If you didn’t enjoy it, then why are you so wet?” he purred as his fingers circled her opening.
Even as embarrassment heated her cheeks, her hips moved in time with his touch. When she pushed back, trying to get him to slide his fingers inside her, he pulled away. She gasped at the loss of his warmth as he moved to pick up the flogger.
Her heart raced with anticipation. She should be ashamed of herself. She should be shocked. She should be afraid, but instead she felt only excitement. Was it the flogger, or was it Erik that had her so tense and needy?
“I think I know exactly how to punish you,” he murmured.
“How’s that?” Jon asked with interest.
“Flog her and not let her come.”
Melinda’s eyes went wide. “What?”
“No orgasm,” Erik said.
“Come and there’ll be hell to pay. Am I clear?”
Okay, now she was scared. Was he serious? How the hell was she supposed to keep herself from coming?
“Melinda,” he snarled so fiercely, she trembled. “Am I clear?”
“As crystal,” she snapped.
His hand landed across her ass so hard she screamed, “Ow!”
“That’s not what I wanted to hear.”
“Obviously,” she replied sarcastically and then winced just before his hand landed across her ass again.
Oh God, why did I say that?
“I’m sorry,” she rushed to say. “Master. Yes, Master. You were clear.”
She started to add, Are you happy?, but smartly held her tongue.
“Better,” he murmured.

Tuesday, July 08, 2014

My life through the lens

Went to the mountains today. Just couldn't sit around the house anymore. It was driving me

Below are a few pics from my trip.

Sunday, July 06, 2014

Review...Master Delacroix

Great review for Master Delacroix from Leigh at Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews.

Thanks, Leigh!

Nathan Delacroix is a surprised when his favorite author comes to him for a BDSM perspective on her newest book. Not only is she a woman, but he finds himself growing more and more attracted to her and the unexplainable connection he feels. Toss in a serial killer, psychic abilities, a secret masochist, a twin brother, an FBI agent, a little foursome action between them all and a lot of hot hot kinky sex and you have Master Delacroix.
I know I’ve found a new author and a new series to get into when I’m not even finished the book, but have to put it down so I can go purchase more of what she’s written. This was the case with Ms. Michaels and Master Delacroix. As the second book in the series, I was reluctant to start reading this without having read the story that came before it (Topping the Domme). But this really was a stand alone book, and I had no trouble getting into the storyline or the characters. And I loved these characters!
As a Dom with the ability to sense other people’s emotions and thoughts, Nathan is literally the perfect Dom. Knowing what people are thinking even before they realize it themselves, he is able to give his sub exactly what she wants. He is dominant and self assured, and in Connely James, he finds a woman who is starting to explore her interest in BDSM and can’t hide her sarcastic and conflicted thoughts from him.
The two of them together are a likeable couple and the sex is sizzling and kinky and oh-so-yummy. The writing was so easy to get into and I found that I had trouble putting the book down. The underlying story wasn’t much of a nail-biter, but rather provided a background for the relationship between Nathan and Connely to develop, and (I hope!) set the stage for stories about Nathan’s brother Daniel and FBI agent Josh.
If you’re looking for a hot, kinky, crazy-sexy and can’t-put-it-down read, this is definitely it!
4.5 Stars

Monday, June 30, 2014

Cover Reveal!

Theirs To Share, coming soon from Loose Id..:)

Thursday, June 26, 2014

Review...Master Delacroix

Great review for Master Delacroix from Victoria at Hearts on Fire Reviews!

Thanks, Victoria..:)

Nathan Delacroix is skilled BDSM Master who is also psychic that helps the FBI solve certain types of cases. He does not want anyone to know he is psychic that does not have to know. Nathan is likeable man and Dom. He is a kind and thoughtful man who will do what is necessary to protect and help those around him. He meets his favorite thriller author only to find out that she is not who he expected.
Connelly James is an author of thriller novels who writes under the name of James Connelly to be taken more serious. She schedules a visit with a BDSM Master to do research for her newest novel. At first neither knew of the deeper connection between the two. Connelly is attracted to Nathan right from the first meeting.
The chemistry between Connelly and Nathan is blistering. I loved how well they got along outside the bedroom, while Nathan’s abilities did help him. I think that even if he did not have them there would have been a great connection. The sex scenes were blistering. I loved how willing Nathan was to let Connelly experience what she wanted even if it was only once.
Master Delacroix is the second book in the Crime and Punishment series by Trista Ann Michaels. While this book is part of a series, it can be read and enjoyed as a standalone with ease. I found this book very well written. The main and secondary characters were both interesting and realistic. Ms. Michaels did a wonderful job of drawing the reader into the novel and keeping them entertained and on their toes all the way through. This book was fantastic! I really hope the next book is about Nathan’s brother, Daniel.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Sexy excerpt...Three Wicked Days

Her whole body still ached. Ached for his touch, his whispered words. She’d thrown on a bathing suit and came to the waves, hoping the cool water splashing around her calves would cool her lust.

No such luck.

A warm hand settled at her waist, and she jumped. Her heart hammered in her chest as his scent crashed through her senses. She didn’t have to turn to know who was there.

“Fancy meeting you here.”

Steve’s voice rumbled in her ear, setting her flesh on fire. The heat from his body seeped into her back, and she fought the desire to lean into him, to covet more of the warmth.

“What are you doing out here?” she croaked, her voice betraying the agitated state of her body.

“The same thing that you are, most likely.” His other hand came up to settle on the side of her hip, pulling her back against him. His chin nudged her hair away from her ear, and he rubbed the tip of his nose against the skin just below it, making her shiver. “I had this incredible dream.”

“What kind of a dream?” she asked, and then almost cringed. She didn’t want to know about his dream. Did she?

“You and I were here, on the beach.” His hands slid around her waist, settling just below her bikini bra, and her breathing hitched. His lips softly brushed the side of her neck, and she tilted her head without thought, welcoming more of his heated touch. “We were stretched out in the sand, your nails scratching my back. My lips moved down your body, kissing you here and here.” His fingers brushed across her ribs and lower to her belly button. “Then they moved lower.”

And so did his hands.

Kayla bit her lower lip to keep from screaming. She needed to stop him before it went any further. But god, she couldn’t.

“You smell like vanilla. Do you taste like that as well, Kayla? Is your pussy coated in your juices?”

His fingers moved between her legs and slid aside the crotch of her suit. Her knees felt weak as heat singed her flesh. A gentle touch swept along her slit, and her face burned in mortification. He would know how much she wanted him, how wet she was.

She squirmed, turning in his arms. “Steve,” she whispered.

His lips captured hers, his tongue invading to explore and immediately put an end to any argument she might have. Wow, the man could kiss. Soft and gentle, yet demanding at the same time. Pulling her lower lip into his mouth, he sucked and then let it go with a pop. His middle fingers dipped into her channel, teasing that sensitive spot just inside the opening.

“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” he whispered.

She shook her head, unable to answer around the wave of lust that strangled her.

“I want to taste you, Kayla, then fill you with my cock until you beg me to stop.”

“We can’t do this,” she croaked, pushing at his hand. “In a way you’re my boss. Steve, please.”

He moved his hand, and she almost fell backward into the water. Her legs were like spaghetti, and she had to grab his forearm to steady herself. How could she have let it get this far? What was wrong with her? He comes up behind her, starts talking dirty, and the next thing she knows he’s fondling her to the point of orgasm.

Raising her chin, she shoved his arm aside and snapped, “I will not be another one of your conquests, Steve. I’m not a plaything and I refuse to be treated like one.”

“That’s not what I’m doing—”

“The hell it’s not. I know how you operate. I’ve heard the flight attendants talk.”

Steve ran his hand through his hair, his lips thinning into a tight line. “You shouldn’t believe everything you hear, Kayla. Yeah, I’ve fooled around. But damn it, do you really think I’ve slept with over half the attendants at National?”

She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “I don’t know. Have you?”


She sighed and spread her arms. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m not getting involved with a pilot, especially you.”
With that, she stormed past him and headed to her room with as much dignity as she could muster.

Monday, June 23, 2014

Three Wicked Days

Three Wicked Days...A wickedly fun short summer read, available now at Amazon!

Woohoo!! Click on the link to check it out..:)