NAUGHTY HOTNESS <--You've been warned.

I want to say something here about that Naughty title…something light and dismissive like, “Oh ha ha! I’m not so naughty! Pshaw.” But, I can’t. It’s well-deserved. In my “real” life I work for a large, conservative corporation and I try to behave but I’m not very good at it. One of my old bosses wouldn’t join the “group lunch” if I was going because he was afraid he’d get in trouble. Like maybe HR would do some sort of “inappropriate-for-work conversation” sting and he’d get caught up in it.

Pussy.

I have a story that kinda sums it up, and it’s a great story in that it’s, at the same time, really embarrassing and really hilarious. A coworker told me that she’d met a friend of mine. When she told me his name my stomach knotted. These people at work already think I’m crazy, but they haven’t even scratched the surface. This friend she’d met...well, let’s just say he’d been present at more than one classic moment. He’s a married friend! No swinging going on—nothing like that. Just some crazy, fun, drunk, misbehaving nights of which he was a participant.

I tried to act casual. “Oh? Where did you meet him? How did my name come up?”

Her response: “I was waiting in the lobby at my hairdresser’s and he was sitting next to me talking to another man. He told this man some story, and when he finished the story, the other man replied, ‘NO WAY that happened.’ And your friend replied, 'You’ve obviously never met [insert my first AND LAST NAME HERE].'

So let’s think about that for a second. This man’s response to the tale of my antics was, “NO WAY THAT HAPPENED.” Wow. It must have been quite a story. My coworker piped in at this point to the two men and said, “I know [insert my full name here]!” and they proceeded to have a conversation about me.

Now my stomach wasn’t just knotted, it was sinking. Horribly. “So, uh, what was the story he was telling?” Coworker: “Oh I don’t remember.” I just smiled and said, “Well that’s awful polite of you not to remember,” and then I fled. 

I thought about it for a long time, going over all the likely story-candidates in my head. There was that one time I did that… Oh and when I said…. Maybe it was that time I… Etc. etc.

But after a while I sought my coworker back out, and said this:  “Do you want to know the funniest part of that whole story you told me earlier? Ever since you told me, I’ve been going over things I've done, stories it might have been, and honestly, I can't even narrow it down to a TOP FIVE LIST of which story he might have told about me."

Hence...Naughty Hotness.

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Quick excerpt from my story in the Fondled & Gobbled book: 

They closed in on her… Five muscled studs, large and tanned and in possession of delicious sausage secrets shared only amongst themselves. Emily instantly dropped the package, the condoms, her diet plan and her good intentions and squealed as five sets of strong hands carried her like their new toy to the kitchen table she’d set for one.

I also have a hot, hometown novella. Dylan's a lumberjack. He's good with his tools. He brings the wood. Oh he brings it...:

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Excerpt: 

“What? No!” She spit the words out as quickly as she thought them but didn’t make any movement to remove his hand from her thigh. In unison, they looked down at his hand moving on her thigh like it was a situation both of them were helpless to put a stop to.

Dylan didn’t pause his slow caress. She wanted to stop him—knew she should stop him—but it felt so nice, his large hand on her bare leg…

No! She was not about to begin her holiday weekend in some kind of a remake of her senior year of high school. She already had one crushing memory of Dylan and she had no intention of making it a matching set.

“Dylan…” Her voice sounded uncertain though she’d been shooting for resolute. Taking a fortifying breath, she closed her eyes. Turning him away would be easier if she wasn’t looking into those clear blue eyes she’d seen so many times in her fantasies. “I’m not interested in rekindling a sexual relationship with you.”

“Not a relationship,” he said, his words as soothing as his touch, “just a demonstration of how I’d take care of you if you were my girl.” His hand felt hot against her skin and his confident sexuality spoke to a carnal part of her she’d kept buried for too long. “C’mon, Kip. You need it, and I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself.”

He inched his hand higher on her thigh, his intense gaze issuing a challenge to her to stop him if she didn’t want it.

But she wanted it.

And my most recent release, a BDSM quickie that’s tailor made for folks who love domination but aren’t in love with all of the “gear” that can go along with BDSM. Just plain, raw, “you will submit to me” kinda stuff. Enjoy!! 

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Bossing the Boss Excerpt: 

“Ro— I mean, Mr. Quinn,” Lauren began, her voice trembling and barely above a whisper. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Anything I want,” Rob growled. “You’re always so demanding, Lauren, always in charge.” He traced his fingers down her back, leaving a trail of chills. “You drive me so hard at work. You have no idea all the things I've imagined doing to you. I've wanted for so long to make you submit to me. To demand things of you, but in my bed. You need this lesson. It’ll be good for you.”

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