13 April 2018

Doris O'Connor Visits today with her New Release!


Thanks so much for hosting my new release today. Her Husband’s Army Buddy is out now, and the first in a new series called McLeod Security.


Like so many of my stories, this one started as a flash on my blog. Little did I know then, that it would evolve into a series. When I expanded the flash, it was to be a short story in honor of one of my reader’s birthdays. The Sandy in the story J


As I wrote it took on a life of its own, side characters popped up demanding their story to be told, and hey presto a new series was born. Book two is already completed and the next two are in the planning stages.


I should add that all stories will be Standalones, loosely connected through McLeod Security, some darker than others, with different pairings and D/s dynamics, and familiar characters will pop up throughout.

Blurb:

McLeod Security, 1

There should only ever be two people in a marriage...

Sandy McLeod has been perfectly happy in her D/s relationship with her husband Zane for the last ten years. Until his old army buddy re-enters their life.

Sean Manson is altogether too handsome, too virile, far too much of anything. The man oozes dominance, danger, and leashed aggression, and Sandy can’t help but respond to him. Neither can Zane. He walked away from Sean once. Now, he’s back, long suppressed feelings bubble to the surface and cannot be denied. When Sandy agrees to a threesome, happiness seems within their grasp. Sean’s demons, however, threaten to destroy everything they hold dear.

Sean never meant to come between husband and wife, let alone hurt either one of them. Surely, the only solution is to walk away from them both. When you’re the missing piece, however, walking is simply not an option.

Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), anal sex, BDSM, m/m sex, sex toys, double penetration




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Excerpt:

“We need to get her out of this dress, Sir.”

Hearing her husband address Sean like that gave her a secret thrill, the likes of which she wouldn’t have thought possible. To know that she was at the mercy of two Doms, one of which was an unknown entity made this whole thing extra exciting. Whether it was the perceived danger Sean represented, the not knowing how far he would take things, her befuddled brain couldn’t quite figure out. She stopped thinking altogether when Zane unzipped her dress at the back, followed by the snap on her bra and slid his hands around her ribcage to cup her freed breasts.

“Let her go a minute so we can lose these contraptions.” Zane’s grumbled command pitched her need even higher.

Sean stopped kissing her, the pressure on her wrists ceased, and in the next instant she was naked, barring her soaked through thong, hold-up stockings, and the heels she still wore.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Sean’s deep voice showed his admiration of her body as much as his perusal of her as he stepped back and let his hot gaze roam all over. “Spread her for me, so that I can look my fill of our sweet cunt.”

The dirty words turned her on almost as much as her husband’s immediate response.

“Your wish is my command, Sir.”

Zane kicked her legs apart and held her wrists firmly behind her back. Sean, in the meantime, shrugged out of his shirt, and kicked his shoes and trousers off with a speed that left her dizzy. As did the size of his erection straining against the damp confines of his boxers. To know she’d done that to him was a heady aphrodisiac indeed, as was her husband’s erection pushing against her ass.

Sean divested himself of his boxers, too, and she gasped when his thick shaft bobbed up to his navel. She’d been right. He was huge. While his girth wasn’t as thick as Zane’s he had a good half inch in length, and Zane wasn’t exactly small in that department.

Heavily veined, Sean’s magnificent cock looked ready to explode all over again, the broad tip already glistening in pre-cum.

She wanted to taste him so badly, yet Zane’s grip on her wrists stopped her from reaching out. As though Sean had read her thoughts, he groaned and, taking his shaft in his hand, pumped a few times along its length.

“Soon, you get to suck my cock, sweet girl, but for now, I need to taste you properly.” With that he got to his knees. As tall as he was that action brought his head level with her breasts, and he wasted no time in taking full advantage of that fact. Sean held each breast in his large hand, and grinning up at her pushed them together, before he took both nipples into his mouth and sucked hard.

Sandy tugged at Zane’s restraints, and her knees would have buckled had Zane not pushed his thigh between her legs to keep her upright. Her head fell back against his shoulder, and she gave herself over to the intense sensations Sean’s talented tongue subjected her to. Her nipples had always been sensitive, a livewire straight to her clit, and with the dual sensation of Sean’s sucks and the gentle friction Zane’s leg created between her thighs, she climbed the rungs of arousal in record time. Her hips bucked against her husband’s leg as she sought to increase the friction she needed to go over.

A sharp bite to her shoulder coincided with Sean releasing his hold on her nipples with an audible pop.

“No coming without your Sirs’ permission, baby girl, or we’ll leave you hanging.”

Sure enough, Zane withdrew his thigh, while Sean grasped her hips to keep her steady. He kissed his way down her soft belly, interspersing kisses with little bites that left her hovering on the precipice. He bypassed her pussy and, flinging one of her legs over his shoulder, nibbled along the edge of her stocking.

“Hmm, as much as I love these, they need to come off. Look at me, pet.”

Sandy’s eyes flew open, and the sight of Sean between her legs made another gush of moisture trickle past the elastic of her thong. He licked that trail away, and she groaned.

“Please, I need to, please.”

Grinning, Sean blew a stream of hot air across her still covered slit, and her clit contracted in need.

“What do you need, sweet Sandy? Do you need to come?” He nudged his nose along her vulva, inhaling deeply, and Sandy jerked. Not that it got her very far because Zane’s hold on her wrists never lessened, and Sean’s fingers dug into her hips with so much pressure, she would surely be left with bruises. The thought of carrying his marks made breathing even more difficult, and she groaned her reply.

“Please, so close, I … God…”

She wasn’t entirely sure what pleas were spilling from her lips, and in truth she was far too gone to care. With Zane’s harsh breaths in her ear, and Sean’s dirty words she was a goner.

“So very eager. I can see your little clit push against this lace. You’re close, aren’t you, sweet thing? Such a turn-on. What do you think, Zane, should we let her come or torture her some more?”

Sean let go of her hips briefly to tear her thong clean off of her, and then he looked his fill.

“So very wet, and pink. Your hole is clenching, begging to be filled. What do you want in there, pet? My tongue? My fingers? My cock? Or Zane’s? Tell me, or I’ll leave you hanging and fuck your husband instead.”




About Doris

Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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12 April 2018

Mackenzie Williams 1st book in the Unpunished Series!


Hello Mackenzie!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…


Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?

Yes.  I am currently in the middle of writing book two in the Unpunished series.  Levi may be getting pulled back into his criminal ways.....:)

Q) What gave you the inspiration for your book?

I was trying to write a submission for a bad boy anthology, but that didn't work out.  Luckily, Levi got his own book!  Looking at pictures of male models with tattoos didn't hurt, either.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?

When I write, I need coffee and music.


Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write? 

I generally have an idea of who my characters are and their background, but they don't fully develop until they interact with each other in the story.  Surprises always seem to come up.


Blurb:

Levi Cardinal is a criminal for hire. But he doesn't do it for the money. He does it for the thrill. Kidnapping Tessa Richardson is supposed to be just another exciting job, but when he starts to fall for her, it changes his outlook on his life of crime.

When the job hits a snag, Levi has to step in to save Tessa from harm. He takes her home to watch her, but is that all he wants? Levi may be a criminal, but can Tessa trust him? 



Excerpt:

Levi spun her toward the bed and then released her with a small push. Tessa fell onto his bed, a deep breath rushing from her. He quickly pulled his belt free from his jeans. His stare was intense as he snapped his belt against itself. The sound was evil and intoxicating.

 Tessa held her breath as he leaned down and spoke. "Get ready."

He grabbed her and effortlessly flipped her onto her stomach. Tessa started to crawl away from him, but he swiftly pulled her leg and her body back toward himself. Levi grabbed her wrists and soon was wrapping his leather belt around both of them.

"Trying to crawl away from me, pet? I thought you were a good girl."

Tessa could hear the playfulness in his tone. She pulled on her arms as he finished securing them with his belt. When he let go of her, she could feel that the belt wasn't too tight. If she tried hard enough, she could pull her hands free from it.

That fact made a small smile play on her lips as she heard Levi rid himself of the rest of his clothes. We're going to play bad guy and damsel. I can handle that. Her smile grew bigger before she forced it off her face.

Tessa used her legs to push herself up the bed, away from him. She yelped as his hand came down to spank her ass two quick times.

"Tessa, you can't get away from me. Haven't you learned that?"

He smacked her ass again, and she moaned loudly. She could feel her pussy wet further as she rubbed her face into the bed. Levi suddenly slid his hand between her legs, and she instantly closed them, squirming some more.

Tessa gasped. "Don't." She didn't mean it. She desperately wanted him to touch her … everywhere. She was playing the good victim, though.

"Don't? Sorry, you aren't making the rules here." His tone was serious, which only made her pussy wetter.

Levi pressed one hand down on her lower back, stilling her. His other hand moved under her and was soon touching her pussy. She lifted her body just slightly off the bed, trying not to be too obvious with her wanting his touches. Tessa held her breath as his fingers moved up her pussy lips to her clit. He pressed down on it, and the tingle got stronger still.

Tessa whined as he pressed harder on her clit before running his fingers through her pussy lips, parting them. She rubbed her face into the bed again as he slipped his finger into her pussy.

Tessa moaned. "Levi."

He slipped his finger in and out of her several times, getting faster and harder each time. "You like that, don't you?"

She only answered with a whimper and a shiver.



The Criminals' Captive [Unpunished 1]






Bio:

Mackenzie Williams lives in the Midwest.  She grew up in a large family with four younger brothers.  Mackenzie went to college to study Education.  Shortly after graduation, she married her husband.  They still live in the Midwest with their son.

Mackenzie Williams writes erotic romance because she enjoys reading the genre herself.  She finds the genre to be full of romance and emotions, as well as, excitement.  When she isn't writing, Mackenzie enjoys listening to music, watching movies, or hanging out at a sports bar.

11 April 2018

Allyson Young's New Romance on the Go!



Both being extremely independent and familiar with rejection, Celeste Hill and Elliot Godwin have a short but intense time together, something very special.

She heads off to a coveted job, leaving him to puzzle out how he might pursue a connection he’d never dreamed of having. And, despite pursuing her dream, Celeste can’t stop thinking about Elliot and what might have been.

Returning home before he can follow her, she tells him they are pregnant. Impossible. Believing he’s sterile, the reason his wife left him, Elliot is devastated—and lashes out. Celeste flees his cruel words, putting distance between them, and now determined not to name him as the father of their child.

But miracles do happen and men can come to their senses. Elliot follows his heart and Celeste again opens hers for their happily ever after.


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  https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/impossible-allyson-young/1128491858?ean=2940155207184





Knowing the majority of her response was hormone-fueled did nothing to mitigate the meltdown. How hard had she held herself against the news until now, sharing with no one but him? Forgoing the acceptance and excitement of her friends and family… Doing the right thing, notifying the father first. She sobbed and choked until she thought her throat would tear and her lungs collapse, her cheeks raw with the deluge. Her baby… She pressed a hand against her abdomen, whispering a heartfelt reassurance. Not about you, sweetheart. I love you.
It felt like hours but was, in reality, a few short minutes before she wrestled back her composure, albeit as a soggy wreck of exhaustion.
Impossible. She’d sorted out the reasoning—and ensuing rejection—behind his flat comment in short order. But it wasn’t impossible. He was capable regardless of what he believed. The tiny seed in her belly was living proof.
But it didn’t matter. He thought she’d come to him, pregnant with another man’s child, to cadge… She couldn’t bear to think of what he thought of her. His opinion didn’t matter either. Asshole.
Fumbling for a wad of tissues, she mopped up what remained of her makeup and took a shuddering breath, pushing any thought of Elliot Godwin from her head.
A tap on the window drew a muffled shriek as she started, turning to stare at his unwelcome bulk hunched over her little car, his handsome face only inches away. His silvery eyes were narrowed, cold and impenetrable, not at all like the turbulent wash of emotion when he’d been as deep inside her as any man could be in a woman. Planting their child.
As emotionally drained as she was, she couldn’t help the faint shiver of that arousing memory before dispatching it. Stupid hormones.
She eased the window down a notch. “What?”
His gaze took in her face and she knew what he saw. She never cried prettily, but then she rarely cried. Make that never. Tears were for the weak. He would know that.
“Are you all right?”
Like he cared. She was a slut, remember? Well, maybe not—Elliot didn’t judge, at least about consenting adults sexing things up. So, what then? What was a woman called who tried to stick a guy with a kid that wasn’t his? Something far worse in his eyes, for sure.
“I’m fine.” She whirred the window back up and threw the vehicle into gear.
With cautious regard to his proximity, she drove forward and then guided the car back onto the pavement, ignoring his tall form in the mirror.


Author Bio:

Allyson Young lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada with her husband and numerous pets. she has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one.

A best selling Amazon author, a hybrid author, as of December 2017, along with her alter ego and three co-authors, she has published four series and several standalones in contemporary, sci fi, fantasy and suspense genres--50 books in total.

Allyson will write until whatever is inside is satisfied, until the heroes man up and the heroines get what they deserve. Love isn't always sweet, and she favours the darker side of romance.





07 April 2018

NEW RELEASE! Book 5 in Jeanne St. James's The Dare Ménage Series


Hello Jeanne!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!  It’s such a pleasure to chat with you.  So tell me…





Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?



This is book five of a long on-going series. While each book is a standalone and concentrates on one polyamorous triad, at least one character in the book has appeared in one of the previous. In this case, both male characters appeared in book 4 and the female character is the long-lost sister of one of the main male characters in the fourth book as well.



Q) Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it?



This is the fifth book in the series. The first book was written back in 2009 and published in 2010 and is still one of my bestselling books. All the books in the series are MMF ménages (bisexual romances) and all are interracial romances as well. While the books are all standalones, the characters appear in various books. They are all connected in one way or another.



Q) Can you give a fun or interesting fact about your book?



When I planned this books, I expected Eli (the P.I. of the law firm) to be the dominant in the relationship. While writing it, Grant (Eli’s husband) ended up being the dominant. I wasn’t expecting it. Grant turned out to be very strong. Though, Eli is also strong and they tend to switch it up in the bedroom.



Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a story or do they develop as you write?



I’m a pantser. All my characters develop as I write. I discover things about my characters while writing at the same point my readers do when they are reading the story. It’s the secrets that my characters reveal that cause the twists in my books.



Q) What are your upcoming projects?



I have a lot of projects on the table. There will be one more book in this series. And I’m also working on other ongoing series (one is my popular MC romance series) and I just launched a new pen name to concentrate on m/m romance.







Dare to Surrender

The Dare Ménage Series, Book 5



By Jeanne St. James



Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance, MMF Ménage, LGBTQ



Universal Buy Link:  www.books2read.com/Dare2Surrender











Blurb:



One woman, two men, a fierce attraction and a danger that could destroy them all...



Olivia Holloway’s life has never been easy. On her own at sixteen, she’s fought to survive ever since. When she finds herself in a dangerous situation that even she can’t handle, she has to break down and ask for help. She reluctantly seeks it by showing up at her estranged brother’s law firm. However, it’s not her brother, Trey, who steps in, it’s the firm’s private investigator, Elliot Stone and his husband, Grant Lane. They agree to hide her at their home to keep her safe after she witnesses a powerful Senator commit murder.

Together for a decade, Eli and Grant’s marriage is solid and they’re still deeply in love. But when Olivia shows up at the firm they both work at, Eli feels a pull toward the woman he can’t deny. Only now he needs to convince his husband that bringing her into their relationship will not destroy what they have but only enhance it. However, will Grant agree?

And will the trouble that’s following Olivia put them all at risk?



Note: This book in the series can be read as stand-alone. It includes an HEA ending. It is intended for audiences over 18 years of age since it includes MMF scenes between all three characters.





Excerpt:



Liv wandered through the living room, her fingers brushing along the edges of the dust-free furniture and the expensive knickknacks. Which probably weren’t knickknacks at all. They were most likely expensive pieces of art. She jerked her hand away. She didn’t need to break anything and certainly couldn’t afford to replace anything, either.

The house was quiet. Not a dog, not a cat, not a pet in sight. No children. Nothing.

It seemed to be a huge house for only two men. Two men who were not only lovers, but were married.

If being a senior associate attorney and a private investigator for Gryff’s firm allowed them to purchase this house, she wondered how big the house was that her brother lived in. After all, he was not only a Super Bowl champion with endorsement deals, he was a partner in a prestigious, well-known law firm.

He’d come a long way from their shitty beginnings. But then, so had she, just not as far and definitely not financially.

She had never lived in a place so nice, so clean, so... not her. She had to remind herself this was only temporary until they got her out of this mess. Or she ended up dead and buried so Randall Dean could keep his secrets.

Eli and Gryff’s reactions to the senator’s name cemented her suspicions and the limited knowledge she had on the politician. He was corrupt and powerful. A scary combination.

While Olivia Holloway was a nobody and no match for someone like him.

She sighed and made her way into the kitchen, which was huge. A chef’s kitchen that any cook would love to have, and she loved to cook. She taught herself when she went out on her own. Since she couldn’t afford to buy meals at restaurants, she scrounged for ingredients and learned to put together somewhat satisfying dishes. Bruised fruits and vegetables. Dented cans. Open boxes. Day old bread. Anything she could get cheaply, or even free, to transform into something she was proud to eat.

Hell, at sixteen and seventeen she ate better than when she lived with her neglectful, alcoholic mother.

One day, she hoped to have a chance to sit down with Trey and learn how he survived and flourished. At least during those tough years, he’d had football. She had nothing. And that’s one reason why she left. If she would’ve encouraged him to come along, he would’ve gave up his future as a football star. He may never had graduated high school, either. Forget college. Forget the NFL.

“Liv,” she heard from across the expansive kitchen. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled the smells of whatever Grant was cooking at the stove.

The man had looked hot in his suit when she saw him earlier in the day at the firm. Now he wore a worn pair of Levi’s, a soft-looking mauve T-shirt, and was barefoot. His glasses were gone, too.

He still looked boiling hot. Too bad he was gay.

And married, she reminded herself.

Eli came into the room, wearing long, loose black shorts, no shirt, and was barefoot, too. From what she could see, a sheen of sweat covered his torso as he leaned into Grant and pressed his mouth to his husband’s ear.

Whatever he whispered made Grant turn his head enough so that their lips met for a quick kiss.

A rush of warmth ran through Liv and she hadn’t expected that reaction. Two men sharing a kiss made her want to squirm and not in a bad way. She hoped they did it again and took it deeper.

Unfortunately, they didn’t.











About the Author:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling erotic romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing. Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK



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04 April 2018

Book Two in Lacee Hightower's Beautiful People series!


Lacee Hightower returns to talk about book two!

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters? 

A lot of my ideas come from music because I’m a big music lover and take it very personally.  But other ideas have come from people that I meet and everyday situations.  My book Pink Lilies actually came to mind when I visited a cosmetic surgeon considering having a procedure done, which I didn’t follow through with.  The man intimidated the hell out of me, thus the idea for my book.



Q)  Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it? 

This is a series called Beautiful People. Pink Lilies, Crimson Sunsets and Reaching for Emeralds.  All can be read as standalones, yet the male characters all know one another from the fetish club they attend.   Two of the men are the club owners, the other just a member. They are all mentioned in each book.



Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind? 

Music!  I’m driving down the road with my radio blaring and come up with the most random insane ideas for scenes.



Q) What are your upcoming projects? 

Have a new series I’m working on.  Have finished book one which will be called Waking the Lion and finishing up the next.  Book one is promised to not only be smoking hot but a tear jerker as well.  Something a little different.



Originally, I’d intended Pink Lilies to be a standalone.  Yet, the further I got into writing it, Justin Wisely, co-owner of Venture, just kept appearing in the story more and more, so I decided he absolutely needed his own book.  A strong Dominant, he’s made some serious life-altering mistakes in his past which have influenced his life tremendously. 




Blurb from Crimson Sunsets

 I’m a businessman in the world of kink. 

 Known by many as Master ‘J’, women want me for a strength I no longer possess. Still, I’m not seeking sweet.  Not interested in vanilla.  I don’t plan on a forever and damn sure don’t want kids.

 A short stay with my attorney changes every single perspective I own in mere minutes.

When Hartley Shipman reappears in my life, she throws me for a loop a mile long.  Makes me realize I want everything I swore I didn’t.

There’s just one problem – her father is the man I thought I killed.

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Bio:

Lacee Hightower is an American writer and romance novelist, referring to her style as contemporary, sweet romance with a “twist.” Living in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex, she describes herself as a foodie that can’t cook, a large lover of fashion and SHOES, and an enormous hopeless romantic.  Since she was old enough to know what the word meant, she loved the whole concept of romance and happy endings. Even though she has always enjoyed writing, life got in the way and she never really thought of pursuing it seriously until she decided to write her first book after both her children were grown.  Now with a nice glass of wine in hand, or not, she is learning to love bringing the characters in her head to life on paper for those who enjoy peeking into another world.



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03 April 2018

New Series by Lacee Hightower!


  Hi Lacee! Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly! So tell me...

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters? 
A lot of my ideas come from music because I’m a big music lover and take it very personally.  But other ideas have come from people that I meet and everyday situations.  My book Pink Lilies actually came to mind when I visited a cosmetic surgeon considering having a procedure done, which I didn’t follow through with.  The man intimidated the hell out of me, thus the idea for my book.

Q)  Is this book part of a series?  If so, can you tell us about it? 
This is a series called Beautiful People. Pink Lilies, Crimson Sunsets and Reaching for Emeralds.  All can be read as standalones, yet the male characters all know one another from the fetish club they attend.   Two of the men are the club owners, the other just a member. They are all mentioned in each book.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind? 
Music!  I’m driving down the road with my radio blaring and come up with the most random insane ideas for scenes.

Q) What are your upcoming projects? 
Have a new series I’m working on.  Have finished book one which will be called Waking the Lion and finishing up the next.  Book one is promised to not only be smoking hot but a tear jerker as well.  Something a little different.




Pink Lilies Blurb:

Moments in our lives can change us forever. 

Death, suffering, illness … they can bring us to our knees.  Pull us into the dark.  Control our every move and maybe even shatter us.



Alexa Bohmann’s beauty brought me to my knees the instant I saw her smile. 

After one kiss, I can’t walk away.  Even knowing my lies are unforgivable.



Hearts will be tested.

Lives changed forever.

Yet, I’m hooked.  I won’t walk away.





Pink Lilies Excerpt:



“Stay right where you are. I want to show you something.” I watched his magnificent ass as he walked to his car and popped the trunk. He reached for something I couldn’t see, slipping it inside his pocket.

“What’s in there?” I pointed to his pocket as he walked back inside, arching my brows.

His fingers twisted through mine, leading me toward the small square breakfast table in the kitchen. “Lay back, Alexa.”

He gestured toward the dinette table, using a foot to push a chair to the side. He leaned my back over the table, my short gown rising up my thighs. His eyes narrowing, he glared down at me, reaching into his pocket and removing a small scalpel with the blade still covered.  My stomach rolled, my heart pounding so hard I could feel it in my teeth.

“Have you lost your mind, Tyler?”

His jaw tightened. “Not in the sense you mean, but you hounding me about changing your face makes me feel like I am.”
            Hovering over me, his eyes resembled cold chips of emerald ice. The end of the small blade lightly brushed across my left cheek and I gasped at the eerie tingle through my face, the unpleasantness from the table sending sharp pains through my back.

“So you want me cutting on your face, Alexa?  Is that what you really want?”

“What the hell, Tyler?  Let me up.”

He leaned over further, caging me against the table. “Do you realize just how sharp a scalpel this size really is? The depth of permanent, life-altering damage it can do to a person if not used properly?”

My eyes expanded at the uncanny vibes the smooth cold metal sent through my skin. My heart hammered furiously as he carefully removed the blade cover and turned the scalpel over in his hand again and again, his gaze darkening.

“This, Alexa, is the scalpel that I never intend on using anywhere near this beautiful face, or any other part of your body. Are you beginning to understand now?”

His stare was deadlocked against mine as he slowly lowered the scalpel again, shoving my gown up with the edge. With his eyes fixed and frozen, he cautiously ran the tip underneath the waist line of my panties, going to great lengths to avoid touching my skin. Suddenly, with a quick instant pop, he snapped the elastic, the torn strip of stretchy fabric rapidly dropping down over my chilled skin.

“This is the only thing on your body that I will ever use a scalpel on, Alexa. To get rid of these.”  His jaw tensed. “Bring the subject up again and you’ll end up over my knee.” He lifted his body from mine, the tent inside his fitted slacks vast. He carefully replaced the blade cover and returned the scalpel to the inside of his pocket. Still frozen, I hadn’t moved an inch, my heart racing in my chest. His long fingers returned to my panties, lowering them slowly and brushing across my soaked opening. He slipped a finger inside me, every muscle in my body tensing.

“You’re very wet, Alexa. Did that turn you on?”

I bolted straight up, his hand falling from my heated body as I pulled my torn panties back up. I walked away and stood in the doorway. I wasn’t sure if I was scared, or just exactly what I was feeling. My mind was swimming with the profound reaction this man had on me. All I knew for sure was that he was spot-on about one thing.  Even with what he’d just done, I was completely aroused. He still stood by the kitchen table, our eyes in a hard standoff.

“I need real proof you aren’t going to walk away again, Tyler.”

His hand forcefully tugged on his belt buckle, unlatching it and dropping his pants down around his ankles. The boxers he wore were tight and gray, outlining a thick hard erection that was perfectly molded against the thin material. He grasped the elastic waistband and lowered them, enclosing his hand around his wide girth as they dropped, joining the slacks that covered his ankles. Dear God.

“Is this proof enough? Don’t ever think for one minute that I get this hard for another woman.”



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Lacee Hightower is an American writer and romance novelist, referring to her style as contemporary, sweet romance with a “twist.” Living in the Dallas/Fort Worth Metroplex, she describes herself as a foodie that can’t cook, a large lover of fashion and SHOES, and an enormous hopeless romantic.  Since she was old enough to know what the word meant, she loved the whole concept of romance and happy endings. Even though she has always enjoyed writing, life got in the way and she never really thought of pursuing it seriously until she decided to write her first book after both her children were grown.  Now with a nice glass of wine in hand, or not, she is learning to love bringing the characters in her head to life on paper for those who enjoy peeking into another world.



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