Sneak Peek Sunday 02/24 – No Toys Tonight

I have a new release coming March 1 with Sybarite Seductions. It’s in their Daring line. A very cool idea where there are two stories, his and hers. You can buy each one individually or both of them.

Mine is a delicious case of mistaken identity that leads to some fun playtime in the back of a car. But I can’t tell you what kind of car. That’s up to you to discover.


Girls night out at a male strippers. At first Fiona thought it was just what she needed, let her hair down and go wild. But when things start getting a little bit out of hand, she bolts right into the car of a very sexy voiced cabby. Or so she thought. Nearly blinded by the blowing dust, it takes her a few moments to realize her mistake.

After a rough work day, all off duty cop Reid wants is pizza, beer and to watch football. But fate has other plans for him. A gorgeous beauty flags him down outside a strip club and his sense of duty makes him stop.

A classic case of mistaken identity sparks a dangerous attraction that can only be satisfied with a daring sexual encounter. Is the risk of discovery too great, or the freedom of anonymous stranger sex even more delicious than denying the lust between them heating up the car?

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Sneak Peek Sunday – 02/10

This week, I’m posting a snippet from my story in Fondled and Gobbled: Coming Back for Second.

Keep ’em Coming
“Okay, ladies, if the spotlight finds you, then get up on stage or you might miss the chance of a lifetime.” Mack, the manager of Keep ’em Coming strip club was on stage trying to whip the women into a frenzy.

Rayvn’s eyes looked around the room and panic filled her. She simply had to have this lap goingbackforseconds_msrdance! She sat taller and couldn’t keep quiet.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she shouted. “Me! Me.” She stared at Mack, willing him to look at her. Sending mind messages for him to pick her. She needed this dance.

Pick me, pick me. I hope your dick falls off if you don’t. Even his penis was her friend. Yes, they are all my friends. Not a scary dragon snake like she thought until her therapist explained otherwise.

Yes, this is my therapy. Lap dance is my therapy. To get me over my cock fear.

The spotlight beam careened around the room, casting pale blue light over the audience of screaming women. How could she make herself stand out of thi s seething mass of high-pitched women?

They’d been told to stay in their seats. No standing or it meant automatic disqualification. What could she do?

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