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Diamond Girl (Book #1)
Slate was waiting for me at the bus stop when I arrived. I shamelessly flew into his arms as soon as I stepped to the curb. "I fucking missed you," I said, "And I don't want to hear shit about it, either."
He laughed softly, as he wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closely as we walked to his apartment.
Once there, we were like two savages that hadn't been together for months instead of days. I tore at his clothing, and he tore at mine. Once naked, he unceremoniously lifted me from the pile of clothing and placed me on his bed.
He lowered himself beside me, gently pulling me into his strong arms and kissed me softly all over. His lips brushed my lips, and then moved to my neck, peppering me with kisses as his tongue blazed a path to my breasts. His mouth suckled each one thoroughly, and soft moans escaped my lips as his fingers explored my wet pussy, and then dipped inside of me sending shock waves of pleasure throughout my body.
I watched as his hand moved from my pussy. He brought his fingers up to my lips. "Lick," he said, pushing his wet fingers against my lips. "I want you to see what you taste like."
Love Plus One (Book #2)
My mom looked at me with a puzzled look on her face. She couldn't figure out why I would ask about Taz. Her eyes lowered to the 'FBI' hoodie I was wearing and her look of puzzlement swiftly changed to one of suspicion.
"That isn't one of Slate's hoodies," she noted, "He only wears the tee shirts."
I looked down, my fingers plucked a piece of imaginary lint from the front. "No," I borrowed it from …Taz," I replied slowly, looking back up at her.
Her expression had now morphed into total confusion.
"Why would you borrow a hoodie from Taz?"
"Because I needed something to wear to bed.
There. I'd said it. The secret was out and I was relieved.
"Lindsey, no," she said in a loud whisper, clearly horrified. Her hand had moved to cover her mouth.
"Mom, Taz and I have gotten…close. It's a caring relationship."
"On your part, I'm sure," she said, "But, honey--Taz isn't boyfriend material. I mean the stories I've heard from Eric," she breaks off, shaking her head.
I continued to watch her turning this piece of information over in her head. Waiting.
"So…I take it you're no longer . . . Uhm…"
Don't say it, Mom. Please. Don't. Say. It.
Damn. She said it.
"That's correct, Mom," I replied, hesitantly. "That's no longer the case."
Night Moves (Book #3)
"Easton," I said, trying to feel him out. "I'm getting some very mixed signals here." I tried to pull my hands back, but his grip was strong. He didn't release his hold.
"It's simple, I've missed being with you."
"What do you mean? We were just together last night. We spent almost all morning together at the office, we had a working lunch together, and now you've hauled me out for dinner. I'd say over the last 24 hours, we've spent more time together than most married couples."
"Don't play with me," he quipped. "You know what I'm talking about. This doesn't bode well for me."
I sighed audibly. The truth was, my body ached for him as well as for his discipline, but these newly adopted scruples of mine were wreaking havoc with my better judgment. What else could I do but be honest?
"Easton I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss the experience of being with you. It was something else, no doubt about it. But things have changed. There's no getting around that. I told you how I felt last night. I need to get my priorities in order. Nothing's a given for me anymore. I have to earn my success. I really want to put my best foot forward with my career. You seemed to understand that last night. It's just not a good idea."
"Yes," he replied quietly, giving what I'd said some thought while rubbing my fingers with his. "Of course, you're right. It's not a good idea, assuredly. It would cross the line you set, which by the way, I totally respect and admire the fact that you're putting your career first, much like me, I suppose." His gray eyes studied me and my heart did a fast pitter-pat at the feel of his fingers intertwining with mine.
"I appreciate your understanding and thank you for noticing that I've taken this new role seriously. I don't want anything to jeopardize my ability to succeed," I said.
He was still holding fast to my fingers. My heart continued the pitter-pat rhythm.
"Absolutely," he replied, earnestly. "You're to be commended. Still," he said, his voice dropping an octave and his lips curling into that beautiful smile that couldn't be good for my pulse, "I just can't get that picture out of my head."
"What picture?" I asked finally, squirming just a tad in my seat.
"The picture of your beautiful face after I've used the crop and when my lips softly place those little butterfly kisses on that very special spot of yours."
Oh holy Jesus!
"Which one?" I asked raising an eyebrow, immediately regretting it.
"The one right…here," he said softly, brushing his thumb against that sensitive area I had on my neck, an inch or two south of my earlobe. I knew the one. He continued to lightly caress it, his eyes growing darker.
"Ahh, yes," I said, remembering the way he'd made me tingle and my toes curl just with his soft kisses on that spot. "That spot." I shifted uneasily.
Focus, Darcy. Disengage. I repeat: disengage!
"And then, you know, there's that other special spot of yours…," he murmured.
"Easton," I warned, my tone getting stern. I shifted nervously.
"You know the one, love? That very deep, sensitive spot inside of you that loves the feel of my fingers and cock rubbing against it. Such a shame you haven't had the pleasure of feeling my unsheathed cock. I'm betting my cock jewelry would likely put you over the edge. You've wondered about that, haven't you? When you're lying in bed at night, when the world gets slightly quieter as your imagination runs a little wilder…" His hand made its way to the nape of my neck, his fingers lightly drawing shapes across the sensitive skin. "I bet you have that night on replay, along with those thoughts of yours when you saw my piercing. And then you wonder what it would feel like to have it gently scrape your clit, slowly at first, but then I'd go a little faster. A little harder. Until I took it deeper and started all over again. And again."
By this time, I could feel the wet spot in my panties. My lips were dry, so I merely nodded in agreement.
"Oh," he said, smiling again, "Let's not forget those very enticing nipples of yours and the way they respond when I taste them, right before I take them full into my mouth to suck. Hard. Quite a rush, isn't it?"
The server approached, setting our drinks down, ready to take our order.
"Darcy?" Easton nodded, as the server waited, poised to write my order down.
"Uh, nothing for me, I'm still full from lunch." He turned to Easton for his order.
I was born and raised in southern Ohio, and with the exception of a brief stint in Dallas, TX, have been an Ohioan most of my life. My dream has always been to write a novel, and back in the early eighties I tried to do just that, having been influenced by authors such as Kathleen Woodiwiss, Johanna Lindsey, Rosemary Rogers and Laurie McBain. I remember writing to all of them through their listed publishers, and the only response I received was from Johanna Lindsey (who lived in Hawaii at the time.
Ms. Lindsey advised me to continue with my dream; and to submit to various publishers again and again. Of course, at that time, publishing e-books yourself was not on the horizon; there were vanity publishing houses of course, but she advised me to avoid those.
So my dream was put on the back-burner for more than 25 years until June of 2012 when suddenly I no longer had a reason not to write a novel. My sons were grown; I found myself without a career (blessedly) and the creative juices flowed once again.
I finished my first novel, "Maybe Baby" in September of 2012; the next two books in the "Baby Series" titled "Baby Love" and "Be My Baby" were published in early 2013. I learned a lot in my first endeavor with self-publishing. I've made so many friends as a result that it is over-whelming.
In the spring of 2013, I had an idea for a different type of Alpha, and wrote Book #1 of the "G-Man" Series, titled "Diamond Girl." This book was well-received, and I followed it with Book #2, "Love Plus One." These are stand-alone books.
I am finally doing what I love and I sincerely appreciate the wonderful readers who provide feedback and take the time to comment. I hope that with each book, my writing has grown and improved as I strive to publish quality fiction.