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Wanting Wilder

Fate brought them together, but then it ripped them apart. Eight years later, Wilder is still wishing for more time with the beautiful submissive he held in his arms for a weekend, and Lydia is still searching for a man worthy enough to be called “Master.”

At Oasis headquarters, they’re in the business of making dreams come true—especially for the people who work there. When Lydia lands a job there, she is required to make a wish, only she doesn’t want to risk her heart, so she wishes to serve a Dom without the complications of a romantic relationship.

Wilder Burke, son of the Oasis founders, is just the man for the job. Years of accumulated misunderstandings means he must settle for the little bit she’s willing to give. Will Wilder fight for Lydia, or will he let fate tear them apart once more?

Warnings: D/s, bondage, impact play

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Reviews:

From USA Today Michele writes with such vivid style that she lifts the reader into the story to participate in the delicious, wicked fantasy. 

From Manic Readers Reviews Richer and deeper than the previous in the Safe Word series Wanting Wilder packs a wallop. The BDSM was heavily bondage and quite beautiful, the descriptions of Wilder’s skills will have many women and men swooning. I also have to confess I would have awarded even another star for the ending discussion about discipline and punishment…This one scores high on the BDSM Realmeter, with plausible scenes and real feelings. Of course, Oasis is just a fantasy but a girl can dream! 

Bottom Line: Like good wine Zurlo has aged into her writing well. I’m giving this my top recommendation to my friends who enjoy a good BDSM romance and definitely will enjoy seeing them go wild for Wilder!

From Two Lips Reviews Ms. Zurlo brilliantly juxtaposes the past events with the present moment so that Wilder and Lydia can let go of the past and realize they are soul mates. If you love novels with plenty of sizzling BDSM action, complex characters and a rockin’ plotline, pick up Wanting Wilder today.

From Under the Covers Book Blog Readers get to see how perfect a connection between Dom and sub can be…This tale transcended the stereotype by capturing very authentic and complex emotions. It’s easy to understand Lydia’s motivations and fears. Wilder comes on strong and makes those of us who are submissive at heart just melt. Or catch fire. The scenes that play out are hot.

From The Romance Reviews   Michele Zurlo made the characters in WANTING WILDER so engaging…WANTING WILDER is a definite hit for me. The story, the characters, and the romance struck the perfect chord and had me glued from beginning to end. Michele Zurlo has me addicted to these Safe Word: Oasis books.

From Coffee Time Romance Lydia and Wilder garnered affection from the first page. The love between the master and sub leaps off the page and insinuates itself in the reader’s heart. I never felt left behind because of this being the fourth book in the series but instead felt a part of the story. I loved Wanting Wilder and put Ms. Zurlo on my list of authors to look for. 

Dak’s Omega (Bear’s Cove 1) by A.J. Stone

An MPreg Romance

Bear’s Cove is Dak’s chance to start over. Chase has been an outcast his whole life. Can this handsome alpha win the heart of a wild omega?

Bear’s Cove is Dak Freeman’s chance to start over.

Leaving Forrest Hills and his ex-husband behind, Dak vowed to start over as a deputy in the small, bear-shifter town of Bear’s Cove. On his two first nights, he’s called to a nightclub to restore order. Both times, handsome Chase Longfellow is the one causing problems.

Chase Longfellow had been an outcast his whole life.

Waking up in a jail cell wasn’t a new experience for Chase, and this time was more fun because it afforded him a chance to flirt with the virile new alpha Daddy on the other side of the bars.

Dak’s alpha nature means he can’t help but take the wayward cub in hand, and when the omega responds to his dominance, Dak’s fractured heart begins to heal.

A passionate night leaves Chase pregnant, but when Dak’s ex returns and tragedy strikes, everything is threatened. Is their new love strong enough to survive?

Welcome to Bear’s Cove, a hidden community of gay bear shifters. Dak’s Omega is a 32,000-word, gay male pregnancy romance that includes passionate and explicit sexual content, including bondage, Daddy/cub dynamic, and violence, suitable for adult audiences.


Excerpt:

Nerves randomly fired in Chase’s body, making him feel off-kilter as he entered Dak’s house. He should have come straight here from work. Beneath his greasy mechanic’s coveralls, his clothes had been in fine shape. Except they smelled like the garage, and Dak had seemed strangely distant when he’d come by.

Dak’s fingertips were a gentle pressure on Chase’s lower back. “Are you hungry?”

This wasn’t a date. No matter what kind of mixed signals he was getting from Dak, the last one had been clear—he wasn’t flirting. Of course, Dak hadn’t flirted at all. In flashes and moments, there had been hints of desire, the chemical pull of attraction, and that spanking. The skin on Chase’s ass heated just from the memory.

This wasn’t a date—except Dak had changed into jeans that made the bulge at the apex of his thighs look that much larger and a shirt that emphasized his wide shoulders and strong chest. The short sleeves strained to cover Dak’s massive biceps.

Chase leaned into the hand on his back, turning to face Dak. Inches separated them. He held up the key to the patrol car. “I brought these.”

Dak’s clear blue gaze didn’t acknowledge the statement. Wordlessly he demanded a response.

“I’m hungry.” He didn’t specify exactly what he was craving. Though whatever was in the oven smelled scrumptious, Chase wanted to taste something else. Right now, he wanted another kiss from the deputy. Not one to wait for what he wanted, Chase rose to his toes and pressed his lips to Dak’s. It was an offering, and his heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst out of his chest.

Dak’s fingertips slid to Chase’s waist, the pressure increasing until his grip was firm. Dak’s tongue traced along Chase’s lower lip, and Chase opened to this gentle request.

Once he did that, all bets were off. Dak gripped the back of Chase’s neck, tilting his head to let Dak’s tongue inside. With his kiss, he ravaged Chase’s mouth and liquefied his bones.

Favorite Movies of All Time

I’m not sure these are my favorite movies, but I watch them over and over. Yes, I point out their flaws:

I hate musicals so we’ll start there:
Singing In The Rain–I’m a huge Debbie Reynolds fan. Always have been. It was my destiny because Debbie is my first name. (Michele is middle, but I think it’s a better-sounding name, so that’s what I use.)

Auntie Mame–Not sure why I like this movie, but every time it’s on, I can’t turn it off. It contains some of my favorite quotes, like, “Life is a banquet and some poor suckers are starving to death” and “Live, live, live.” I guess I like that it’s very positive and life-affirming, especially in the face of tragedy and hardship. I had it on my DVR, but then I got rid of Directv when I switched to streaming services, so now it’s gone. Yeah, I could buy the DVD, but then I wouldn’t get the joy of squee-ing whenever it comes on TV.

Action-Adventure:
The Long Kiss Goodnight–Geena Davis is simply stunning as a strong woman who will take no shit from anybody. She protects her family and friends, kills the bad guys, and gets her man.

The Crow–I watched this 100 times as I hand-made a Grandmother’s Flower Garden quilt for my dad, so it has sentimental value and a freaking awesome soundtrack. The images shows blocks from the current GFG I’m making (all sewn by hand because I am not comfortable with a sewing machine.) This one has a coral reef theme, so the colors are all bright. The first one I made, years ago, had garden colors with a green path. This one will have an aqua-blue path.

Comedy:

What’s Up Doc?–My wife introduced me to this one. I’m not a Streisand fan, so I avoid movies where she sings. I loved the comedy in this one, as well as how they all end up in court. It reminds me of The Bachelor and the Bobbysoxer or Seems Like Old Times, both excellent movies.

Overboard–At the core, this movie is sick and sadistic, but I write a lot of sadism, so perhaps it follows that I’m okay with a movie about an amnesiac who is kidnapped by someone who wronged her and made to believe she’s his wife. The movie ONLY works because Kurt and Goldie are together in real life. I did not bother to see the remake.

If these movies seem old, it’s probably because 1) I don’t watch many movies anymore and 2) I’m not good at remembering names of movies and Wife isn’t awake for me to say, “What’s the one with the car chase?” and have her know exactly what I’m talking about.

What movies do you love and watch over and over?

Come Meet Me in 2019

I went to my first convention a couple of years ago, and I met some amazing people. I’m very introverted, so this was huge for me. Though I enjoyed it, I wasn’t sure I had it in me to do it again. Until I met Lydia Michaels. I’m pretty sure she’s a force of nature, because before I knew it, I found myself on the roster for TWO conventions in 2019.

The first is SaSS, also known as the Sexy and Sassy Signing. This shindig is being hosted by Amy Marie, one of my street team buddies at Read Between the Wines. It’s in Charlotte, NC on July 11-14. It’ll be my first time in NC since I was about ten years old. And I’m struggling to say “CHAR-lit” and not “Char-LOTTE” because I’m a Michigander and that’s the name of a city outside Lansing. Anyway, pronunciation issues aside, I’m really excited to be part of this event. It’s the 5th Annual event, and it’s huge.

To join our FB group, use this link: https://www.facebook.com/groups/390057791146512/

If you want to attend, ticket are available here: https://www.eventbrite.com/e/sass19-racy-readers-weekend-affair-tickets-46768193927?aff=affiliate1

Tickets are $15-75, depending on how long you want to stay and what you want to get done.

As if THAT wasn’t enough, Lydia HERSELF is throwing her first ever reader’s convention, the East Coast Author’s Conference. Even though this is during the school year, I’ll be taking time away from my lovely students to attend. (Don’t worry–I have something like 75 sick days saved up.)

On October 4-6, 2019, I’ll be at the East Coast Author’s Conference as a sponsoring author. Though I’m there as a signing author, I half think I’m really there to meet authors I’m going to embarrass myself fangirling over, LOL.

This one also has a FB group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/EastCoastAuthorConvention/

Schedule: https://www.eastcoastauthorcon.com/schedule-2019/

I’m co-hosting Naughty Night with the Authors on Friday night with Pam Godwin, Lydia Michaels, and Amy Marie.

You can purchase tickets here: https://www.eastcoastauthorcon.com/tickets/

Extra fun: If you’re going to either of these conventions (even just the Saturday signing) you can pre-order my books. This means I buy them from Amazon, autograph them, and then I bring them to the signing to deliver them to you! Great times. Here is the LINK PRE-ORDER PRINT BOOKS.

 

 

Shelter: The Reckoning by Allyson Young!





Blurb:

Captain Jesse Forbes was understandably mistaken in his original assessment of Colonel Mitchell Stone. But his method of gathering that intel has blown up in his face.
Given Addison Longwood’s history, he knows she’ll never offer him a second chance, and working together against a common foe is going to be torture in more ways than one.

Addison hopes for the best but expects the worst as she and her fellow defenders gain reinforcements and take it to the enemy, unaware another betrayal awaits them.
Survivors change sides and lines are blurred—good guys and bad guys wear camo.

Buy links:

https://www.books2read.com/u/3R16Lj 
https://www.amazon.com//dp/B07F3ND3YT

 

 Excerpt: 

Stepping right into her space, he grasped her by the upper arms and yanked her close. The familiar feel of his body against her own, his scent, thrust her into memories—the good ones that had temporarily replaced the ones from her childhood—and nearly overwhelmed her common sense.

“Addy, I need to you to listen to me. Please.”
For an instant, she longed to melt into him, to let him kiss her the way he did, to escape from the reality that was to come. To allow what usually followed such a kiss. Her innate sense of survival overrode the impulse. Trust was such a fragile thing… Fool me once. She carried enough shame.

Twisting free, the strength of his fingers likely leaving marks, she put distance between them. “Don’t. Not ever.”
The words, spoken so adamantly, quietly and so coldly, fell between them and rose up like an invisible wall only the two of them could see.

Jesse stilled, staring at her, his whiskey-golden eyes morphing into solid amber. “You’ll never forgive me.”

“There’s nothing to forgive.” She repeated what she’d said to Marcia and would repeat forever, if necessary. “Means to an end. I get it. I’d be stupid to let it get to me. But that doesn’t mean I’ll let you use me again. We can’t afford to allow anything get in the way of what’s coming next. We can’t afford to be … distracted. You have everything you need.”

“This is about what happened to you growing up.”
The wistful, arbitrary feeling about her own needs burned away with white-hot rage. Damn him.

She managed a shrug but then hit back, forgetting her resolve to remain distanced. “Such a clever spy, Forbes. You know all my secrets. Good on you. Hope your real boss appreciates your diligence. Anything for the cause. It’ll look good in your report. Make sure you spell my name right.”

“That’s not—” He growled something under his breath and stalked over to a folding table, kicking a chair out of the way.

“I’m leaving. And don’t pull anything like this again.” She made her weak knees stiffen so her legs could carry her past him.

“It became so much more, Addison.” He turned and spread his hands. “I can’t go back. I wish I could. If I’d known what it could become, I’d have waited. Until you knew who I really was.”

She shut her eyes tightly against a new shard of pain in her chest before gaining the exit, not able to form a coherent response. A terrible sense of loss hollowed her senseless, but she schooled her features.

About the author:

Allyson Young aka Peri Elizabeth Scott lives in cottage country, Manitoba, Canada. She and her husband pretend to work well together in their seasonal business.
She has always enjoyed the written word, and after reading an erotic romance, quite by mistake, decided to try her hand at penning one. That was followed by a mix of spicy (Ally) and sweet (Peribeth) romances in various genres as well as a post-apocalyptic adventure without a lick of romance by Peribeth.
A bestselling Amazon author, a hybrid, and a coauthor, as of April 2018 she has published seven series and several standalones, with others in the works.

Adventures with Shimmy Pt 1

Shimmy If You Can

At my suggestion, my wife got me a couple workout videos for Solstice. She got Namaste Yoga Season 1 and Shimmy. I love Namaste Yoga, both seasons. I miss when they were on Fit TV, and I lost the episodes I’d recorded when we had to get a new DVR.

But this review is about Shimmy, a suggested product when we looked on Amazon for Namaste Yoga. I thought, “Why not?” I want to tone my abs, hips, and thighs. That’s where I’ve gained most of the weight these past couple of years.

Day 1/S1E1: I do not dance. This video is for people with dance training. I’m in my office with my yoga mat spread out, wearing my athletic compression socks. The socks are not negotiable, since I have low blood pressure and swell up/get nauseous/pass out when my heart rate goes up and I’m not wearing them. The socks keep the blood flowing, which is a health plus.

Why do the socks matter? Because belly dancing requires a lot of sliding around. You try sliding around on a yoga mat while wearing compression socks. Not gonna happen. And no, you don’t need to see video. Imagine an uncoordinated, slightly tubby, middle-aged woman trying to glide around the room. To top it off, I have no rhythm. None. Zero. I even lose the rhythm during sex or while masturbating. This is why machines were invented.

I’m laughing too.

I talked to Wife about this, showing her some of the moves. As someone with natural rhythm, she looked damn hot trying out those moves. I was tempted to suggest she try the video, but she’s more the martial arts/weight lifting type of person. Yeah, she showed me up with zero effort.

As I was demonstrating the moves in the kitchen on the hardwood floor, I realized that it was a lot easier to do the moves.

Day 2: Yoga, because I need a self-esteem. I yoga fairly well.

Day 3/S1/E1: Since I didn’t feel like I mastered anything in the 1st episode, I did it again to see if I could do it better the 2nd time.

I woke up before everyone else (as usual) and did the workout in two places. First, I started off on the yoga mat for stretches. Then I moved to the kitchen to do the dance moves. Today wasn’t bad. I still don’t have rhythm, but I was able to do the moves. I think. There was no mirror, so I might have been completely off. But it got my heart rate up and my hips moving. I’m definitely feeling it in the hips and shoulders, which clicked and crunched as I moved. Damn, I’m old. When Wife got up, I demonstrated some moves for her. She agreed that I was improving, and she did not laugh at how ridiculous I looked, so maybe I didn’t look half bad. With no mirror and a wife who loves me, I may never find out, and that is okay by me.

Treating Acne, or You Put What on Your Face, Pt 2

So it turns out the apple cider vinegar only does so much. It cleared off about 75% of Twin #1’s acne, and a lot of mine, but it left behind red spots, the scars that need time to fade, and about 25% of the acne.

I got the number of yet another dermatologist for Twin #1, thinking that maybe this one will have different creams/cleansers/medication. Before we got as far as picking up the phone, Twin #1 says, I’ve been researching online, and they say yogurt and honey. I said, “We have Greek yogurt and honey. Give it a try.”

The Meijer brand actually tastes better.

Night #1: Small change. Some filled with pus and some diminished. The redness stayed.
Night #2: She forgot.
Night #3: She smeared the mixture on for 10 minutes. The next morning, most of the redness was gone. Many of the scars were gone as well. Acne levels down to about 10% (still a lot, but so much less!)

End of week 1: 90% clearance, all redness gone, most of the scars gone.

End of week 2: 85% clearance, no return of redness or scars. Twin #1 had stopped using it for a few days.

I also prefer their honey. While I’m at it, their bandages and triple antibiotic are better than the brand name version as well.

For me personally, it cleared up all my chin acne. When I stopped using it for a couple days, new zits showed up. However, when I began using it again, the flipping thing went away in 2 days.

I’ve been playing with portion size, and what we’ve found is that a 50/50 mix of Greek yogurt to honey works the best. If you err, do it on the side of honey, as a yogurt-heavy mixture is less effective. The final mix should appear clear on your skin. Leave it there for about 10 minutes (longer doesn’t seem to matter) and rinse off with warm water.

This mixture left our skin soft and hydrated, much better than even high-end face cream. As a side note, you can throw in some fruit and eat what you don’t use.

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Dragon Kisses #2 (Arabella and Jonathan)

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Blurb:

Waking with no memory, Arabella finds herself courted by three men claiming to be her mates. Dragon shifters Tobin, Gerrit, and Blakely woo her with sweet words and deeds, convincing her that she’s always lived this fairy tale existence. Life is perfect until the Inamanida King decides the experiment has gone on long enough—and Tobin is ordered to turn Arabella over to be tortured and used by the entire clan.

Meanwhile Jonathan is working to help settle the humans in Zmaj’s outer city. As the son of a prominent human leader, finds himself thrust into a leadership role and having to liaise with creatures he was raised to fear. Soon he falls for Laurel, a beautiful woman recently arrived from Earth, but as secrets emerge, he faces a stark truth that could cost him everything.

Tobin and Jonathan must risk everything and deal with consequences that could cost them the fragile relationships they’ve built with the women they love.

Warnings: MFMM, MF

Excerpt #2:

I woke to blinding sunlight, which meant the day was going to be boiling hot. Summers were the worst. At least my room was cool and comfortable. I sat up, and that’s when all the aches and pains hit. My head felt like a balloon, my shoulder killed, and I couldn’t move my arm. I looked down to see white bandages winding down the right side of my body, all the way to my foot. The left side looked okay, but it was murder to move.

The room in which I lay looked more like a bedroom than a hospital. The walls were white, as were the bed linens, and the curtains were deep brown. No bad or inspirational artwork hung on the barren walls. I’d woken up in a tampon commercial. The bed, by the way, was massive. It could swallow me and a few of my closest friends whole.

“You’re awake.”

2DK2sz500Looking over, I hurt my neck and saw a gorgeous man coming through the door, so it was sort of worth the pain. He was quite large, broad-shouldered and full of muscles, yet he moved with pantherlike grace. His face was obscured by his long red hair, and thankfully he brushed it away. His face was just as appealing as his body, but he still gave me pause. For one, his eyes were the same shade of red as his hair, and that struck me as weird. Second, I didn’t know him.

He smiled and gently pushed my unhurt shoulder back down. “Don’t try to move. Your injuries are quite severe.”

I settled back on the pillows. “Who are you? Where am I?”

He frowned and pulled back a bit, regarding me as if I had lost my mind. “Who am I? You do not remember?”

I attempted to shake my head, but the movement hurt, so I said, “Remember what?”

His gaze traveled the length of my bandages. “You fell and hit your head. I feared you would not awaken.”

I feared I hadn’t awakened—or that I had lost my mind. “You haven’t told me who you are.”

“Tobin. Do you recall your name?”

Of course I knew my name—I just couldn’t think of it. I searched my mind, but it hid from me, heckling from behind a veil I couldn’t penetrate. “Where am I?”

“Home,” he said, his expression turning sad. “Arabella, you are home.” He opened his mouth to say more, but then he closed it. “I do not know if it is better for you to remember on your own—as you heal—or if I should tell you everything you wish to know.”

Arabella. That sounded right. Yes, the word took definite shape in the shadows of my memory. More was there, but it remained hidden. I tried to coax it out, but it was too timid—almost terrified. Pain knifed through my head, putting a halt to any of that activity. “Why am I not in a hospital?”

That one seemed to throw him, but he recovered quickly. “What would you get in a hospital that you wouldn’t get here? I have been and will continue to care for you.”

“Why?” I searched his face for clues. Why would he go through the time and expense of caring for someone with injuries as extensive as mine? “What am I to you?”

He glanced away, but not quickly enough to hide the flash of pain in his eyes.

This cloak-and-dagger stuff was going to drive me nuts, especially because it concerned my life. “Tobin, please be honest with me.”

“My mate.” He exhaled hard. “You are my mate, and your accident was my fault. I was irresponsible, full of hubris. I wanted to show off for you, and this was the result.”

Fear clutched at my heart, and the feeling of falling through the air made my stomach clench. Suddenly I felt cold and clammy. I tried to turn away so he wouldn’t see, but pain made it come faster. I vomited on my pillow.

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I’m not half as interesting as my characters. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. I ended up teaching middle school, so that fulfilled part of my dream. Some words of wisdom from an inspiring lady had me tapping out stories on my first laptop, so in the evenings, romantic tales flow from my fingertips.

I’m pretty impulsive when it comes to big decisions, especially when it’s something I’ve never done before. Writing is just one in a long line of impulsive decisions that turned out to showcase my great instincts. Find out more at http://www.michelezurloauthor.com or @MZurloAuthor.

 

 

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Doms of the FBI Book 1

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Picking herself up after the devastating loss of her master is more difficult than Darcy anticipated. Just when she needs someone the most, a handsome Dom steps in. Theo is  thoughtful, dominant, and demanding—everything she needs. He pushes her boundaries, tests her limits, and takes her to new heights. With him, she remembers what it is to feel joy and love and a firm hand on her ass.
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When it all falls apart, will Darcy be able to find the strength to forgive Malcolm so they can build a life…

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KB Update: What’s Up With Michele?

Spring is always a busy time. This year it’s even more so! Here’s some flowers for you:

Re/Viewed came out in March. Readers and bloggers seem to love it. They keep saying great things about it.

May 2017

In May, I plan to release Discovering Desires, a reissue of three novellas originally released through Loose ID.  Here’s a little more about those:

Three Kinky Novellas

Yes, Justin, Out of My League, and By My Side were originally appeared as novellas in part of the Safeword Oasis series. All three titles have been revised, and they no longer are part of the Oasis series. Additionally Yes, Justin has been expanded.

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Yes, Justin

After fifteen years and two kids, the romance has fled from Trish’s marriage. When a friend introduces her to BDSM, she decides it’s what she wants—to have her body and soul mastered by a man who is completely focused on her. And that’s not her husband, whose life revolves around his career.

Justin isn’t shocked when he finds out his wife is planning to cheat on him. They’ve been drifting apart for years, and he hates it. To save their marriage, he’ll carry out her kidnap fantasy, fulfill her desire to be dominated, and force her to confront the reasons she wanted to be there in the first place.

Out of My League

The reconstructive surgery that gave Mia the confidence to ask a friend to set her up with someone who resembles Kaelen didn’t erase her insecurities, but she’s hoping it will start healing the emotional scars she’s carried for far too long.

Whenever he’s around the breathtaking teaching assistant, Kaelen can’t seem to keep from sticking his foot in his mouth. He’ll do anything to show her that he’s so much more than the incompetent graduate student he always appears to be.

When the two of them show up at the designated spot, they’re both shocked to discover that Warren had granted the wish neither had the courage to make. After a mind-blowing day together, neither can find the courage to ask for more. They part ways only to end up assigned to the same room at a Caribbean resort. Will the sultry atmosphere help them both make their deepest wishes come true?

By My Side

Marcella Abbot has worked for Sean Winquist for more than a year. As his personal assistant, she manages nearly every aspect of his life. He’s a Dom and she’s a submissive. Through their year working together, they’ve become friends and colleagues, but Marcella yearns for more. She’s in love with Sean, and she’s frustrated that he can’t see past her efficient exterior.

When Sean’s submissive for a BDSM benefit show cancels unexpectedly two days before the event, Marcella jumps at the chance to take her place. Sean wants Marcella, but he’s afraid to let the walls of professionalism come tumbling down and risk losing her.

If you haven’t had a chance to read these yet, this is your chance to pick up three hot, sexy novellas for one low price.

Also in May 2017

I’m releasing a Spanish-language version of Re/Bound!

August 2017

I’m working on revisions to Switching It Up (SAFE Security #2) which is due out in August. As a bonus, I plan to release a novella featuring Jessica and Jesse at the same time.

October 2017

I’ve been invited to join an anthology next fall, so I’m working on a Halloween story featuring David and Brea.

Coming back to today

And lastly, I’ve brainstormed a number of stories, including ones in the Doms of the FBI series and ones I’m considering for a new series. I have a lot on my plate right now, but rest assured that I’m dedicated to putting out quality reads.

On a personal front, the Twins are getting ready for high school. Did you know that some freshman sports start in June of the previous school year? How about marching band starting in April? Yikes. The Twins aren’t even sure if they want to do marching band, and I’m fielding all these emails from the band director! I don’t remember transitioning to high school being this much of a big deal back in the day. And I think my tax guy might have lost his marbles, so I’m trying my hand at Turbo Tax. Yikes! Math and I are not close friends. Okay, I’m off to format Re/Viewed for print and get that uploaded to Createspace.

Wishing you all the best,

Michele Z.