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Re/Defined is Now Available!

That moment you’ve been waiting for has finally arrived! Re/Defined (Doms of the FBI 4) is here!

redefined500x750The Blurb: Amy Markevich nurses fantasies about dominant agent Jordan Monaghan, but she knows they’ll never come true. He’s younger, to-die-for handsome, and so very different from her. She settles for friendship and dreaming from afar, even when he agrees to show her the platonic side of submission.

Jordan has always known what he wanted, and as he gets to know Amy, he’s convinced that she’s the complete package. Her sexy curves and passionate nature contrast sharply with her childlike innocence and exuberant joie de vivre. She calls to him—body and soul.

Just as he’s about to reveal that he’s a Daddy Dom and that he suspects Amy harbors an inner “little” and a submissive side, Amy witnesses a gruesome murder, and a terrorist organization puts her on top of their most-wanted list.

As they are forced to run for their lives from this unexpected enemy, Jordan helps Amy to accept her true nature—as a little—and to redefine everything she thought she knew about belonging to him.

Warnings: anal play, mini-golf, bondage, sensory play, suction cups, and laser tag.

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Here’s a sexy excerpt:

Did she want steak or lasagna, or did she want to let Jordan tie her up and do things that belonged to the mysterious Sensory Play category? Amy frowned as she lined up her shot for the sixteenth hole. He was putting no pressure on her at all. After they’d finished their ice cream, he hadn’t brought it up. She felt his touch on her hip, pushing it into alignment to improve her aim. Relaxing, she let him correct her stance. “Thanks.”

“You’re getting better. By the end of the course, you’ll have it down.”

It had occurred to her that she could continue doing it wrong just so he’d keep touching her, but then, she reasoned, he’d eventually give up, and she’d still be doing it wrong. She hit the ball a little too hard, and it sailed past the cup. “Darn.”

“Not bad. Don’t be so hard on yourself. You came close, and that’s an improvement.” He lined up his shot and sank it neatly.

“Would we negotiate everything beforehand? Plan out every detail?”

“No.” He didn’t pretend to not know she’d changed the topic. “If you had any experience, then yes, we could do that. For this, I’d try a few different things so you could decide what you do and don’t like.”

She thought about that as she tapped her ball into the cup. “What if I don’t like it?”

He retrieved their balls. “You’re familiar with the concept of safewords.”

She didn’t have the sense he’d asked a question, more that he wanted her to explain what she knew. “I know the stoplight system. Red halts everything. Yellow pauses the scene for communication, adjustments, and bathroom breaks.” Once she’d come to accept that the BDSM lifestyle wasn’t a form of abuse, her sister had opened up about many of nitty-gritty details. And she’d heard the guys talk about being dominant. They took the safety precaution aspects of it very seriously.

“So you’ll have safewords. I’ll be talking to you a lot so you’ll know you’re not alone.”

It hadn’t occurred to her that he would leave her alone when she was in a vulnerable position. She set her ball on the tee, lined up the shot, and took a swing. It rounded the bank perfectly, bounced twice from the edges of the narrowed curve that linked the two parts of this tricky hole together, avoided the waterfall, and went straight into the cup. Her draw dropped. She looked at Jordan, her eyes so wide she felt they might pop out. “You saw that, right?”

He wore a wide grin. “Your stance was perfect.”

Dropping her putter, she clapped her hands over her heart. “A hole in one. I never thought I’d be able to do that.”

He hugged her with one arm and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You can do anything you set your mind to, little one.”

“Yes.” She didn’t necessarily agree with him, but she was no longer talking about her amazing feat. “I want to try it with you.”

“All right. Let’s finish this, and then I’ll take you to my place.”

She’d never been to his place. It made sense that they’d go to his apartment because that’s where his equipment would be located. The drive took a little time because he lived two counties away. They mostly chatted about movies and television shows. She figured he wanted to keep the conversation light to put her at ease.

His apartment was exactly like Jamie had described—pristine and sanitary. Amy chalked that up to his modern décor. There was too much shiny metal and not enough color. It could use some fabric and softness to make it homey. Normally she wouldn’t judge anybody’s home, but this seemed so unlike Jordan. Standing there in a black fitted shirt and worn jeans, his face scruffy from a day’s growth, he didn’t seem to fit. The lack of color was him, but the sharpness of the furniture reminded her that perhaps she didn’t know him all that well.

“What do you think?”

“It’s clean.” She wasn’t going to say anything critical, not to a guy who was planning to tie her up.

He frowned. “You don’t like it.”

“It’s fine. I just pictured your place with more leather, and maybe framed photos of your family on the walls.”

He gestured to the sofa. It was the kind with an exposed metal frame and thin cushions for the seat and back. “It’s more comfortable than it looks. Take off your dress and sit down.”

She hadn’t expected him to say that. She looked at her bright yellow sundress, the only spot of real color in the room. “You want me to get undressed? In here?”

“I need to do a few things before we can begin. If you need to freshen up, the bathroom is the down the hall, first door on the left. When I return, I expect to see that you’ve followed orders.”

Orders. His tone had shifted, becoming harder and more commanding. This was definitely his Dom tone. A shiver of anticipation ran up her spine. Finally, being with a Dom seemed right. “Should I call you Sir or something?”

“Let’s hold off on titles for now.” He disappeared down the hall.

Amy made use of the bathroom. She combed her fingers through her hair and redid her ponytail, and then she checked to make sure she didn’t have anything weird going on with the parts of her skin that would be exposed. Standing in front of the mirror wearing only her bra and underwear was a sobering experience. Though she’d worn her prettiest, laciest underthings, there was no way Jordan was interested in her as anything more than a friend. With a sigh, she hung her dress on a hook on the back of the door. He found her a few minutes later perched on the edge of the sofa, which was surprisingly comfortable, without her dress.

He sat down next to her, but he leaned back and stretched his arm along the back. “What’s your color?”

She stared at her hands, folded neatly on her lap, and hoped he hadn’t meant for her to be completely naked. “Green.”

Dragon Kisses 3: Dragon War

In the months following Jonathan’s transformation, Laurel struggles to come to terms with her feelings for him and the horrific memories of time spent as a dragon’s slave. Jonathan struggles to be patient, but Laurel’s fear is breaking his heart. Niall and Cassie open a popular bakery and revel in the bliss of love and their new lives. Arabella pines for Tobin’s aspects to be reunited, and Nora discovers the secret of creating Zmaj offspring.

Meanwhile all Zmaj braces for the Inamanida attack that Tobin warned them about. When it finally comes, the Zmaj find themselves vastly outnumbered by enemy forces. In the violence that follows, everything changes.

Warnings: MFMM, MMMFF, MMFFM

Word Count: 32,450

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Excerpt #1:

Giving her a half smile, I tried to move our conversation forward. “Can I get one of those baguettes?” I pulled a skirt from my bag. Evelyn and I were in business together, sort of. She made beautiful and functional clothing, and I modeled it so that people would want it for themselves. When I was little, my dreams hadn’t included becoming a fashion model, but that’s what I was. Without electricity or anything approaching technology, my Computer Engineering degree wasn’t going to do crap for me.

Cassie eyed the long skirt. I’d tie-dyed it red myself from crushed beetle shells. Those things were truly everywhere, even in a parallel dimension. They probably wandered through wormholes regularly.

“If you ask nicely.”

My head jerked around to the source of the voice before my brain processed the speaker. Turning, I found myself face-to-face with Cosmo. His jet black hair fell to his shoulders, curling slightly on the ends, and his black eyes regarded me intently. He had a strong jaw and sharp nose that worked to make him more imposing, yet it didn’t detract from his attractiveness.

He didn’t smile as he stood with his arms crossed and his weight leaning mostly on his left side. Our eyes met, and I quickly looked away. Yeah, I was a chicken. I wasn’t going to give sparks a chance to jump between us because I knew I couldn’t handle what he offered. I sidled a glance at Niall, but I turned my attention to Cassie and gave her the skirt. “Next time.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but Niall snaked his hand around her upper arm and jerked her to his side, hissing something for her ears only.

While Cosmo stared at me, Finley came into the store. He grinned when he saw me. “Laurel, you’ve been avoiding me.”

It was true. Though I was friends and business partners with his mother—Evelyn considered them all her son—I made sure my visits to her didn’t overlap with Jonathan’s. To my knowledge, Jonathan had been avoiding me as well. I’m sure if he wanted to see me, Evelyn would have made it happen by now. She wasn’t our matriarch for no reason.

I managed a small smile. “How’ve you been?”

His smile slipped a little. “I miss you. I thought we were going to be friends.”

I really didn’t know Cosmo or Finley, but they wouldn’t see it that way. “I told Jonathan we could continue to be friends, but he hasn’t been around.”

“It’s particularly hard for him to see you. If you reject Cosmo or me, you’re rejecting aspects of him, not the whole of me. Him. Us.”

Laughing at his pronoun slipup wasn’t something I could bring myself to do. Even he couldn’t decide if they were separate people or not.

He touched my hair lightly, bringing my attention back to him. “There’s still hope. That’s my point.”

There was no hope. “I don’t even know you.”

Excerpt #2:

The second I opened the door, Saskia jumped on me. Though she was small for a Zmaj, that only put her at about 6’2—two inches shorter than me. I caught her, but she was a powerful woman. We fell back so that she pinned me against the wall. She kissed me, her dual-tipped tongue snaking into my mouth to plunder what was hers as she slid her hand into my pants. I moaned as she wrapped her fingers around my cock, bringing it to life.

She broke the kiss suddenly and tightened her grip on my manhood. “You left without saying goodbye.”

“You were asleep. I said goodbye to Stellan.” Technically, I’d sucked his cock. No words had been uttered by either of us.

“You gave sex. This is not the same.”

I stroked a strand of her lime green hair away from her gorgeous face, and I extended the caress down her cheek. “I missed you too.”

Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. “You will let me come to the bakery next time?”

I exhaled hard, mostly because she squeezed my cock to the edge of pain. “Saskia, you can’t come there because you don’t let me work.” My Zmaj was possessive of me and my time, but we were working on that. When I was at the bakery, I’d banned them from visiting because they inevitably got in the way. Even Taja, who loved to bake, had caused me to burn items too many times. Since they also had duties and responsibilities, they’d agreed to respect and support my career choice. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her to my chest. “But I’m not working now, so I’m all yours.”

Slowly her grip loosened, and she slid her hand from my pants. Her finger partially morphed into a claw, and she tugged at the fastener on my fly. My pants slid down my legs to pool at my ankles. I kicked out of them, careful not to move too much because Saskia still had a claw and she was now on her knees in front of me. Her tongue darted out to wet her upper lip. I widened my stance and leaned back against the coolness of the wall because where sex was concerned, I had no control. What my Zmaj wanted, they took—and I gladly gave.

Lifting my cock, she dipped her head and slid her wet tongue over my sac. I sucked air and closed my eyes. Playing light flicks over my sensitive skin, she barely touched me, and I knew the teasing was in some measure a punishment for leaving without waking each aspect that morning. Part of me had done it for selfish reasons—they’d want to have sex, and I’d slept in, so I didn’t have time, and I didn’t have it in me to refuse them. My Zmaj fed from my sexual energy, and so they were the opposite of selfish when it came to sex. They often didn’t care if they climaxed at all. It was a nice bonus, but not the point. Pushing me to the edge and keeping me there—that gave them immeasurable pleasure and more energy than ten meals.

“Saskia.” I moaned her name, a reverent caress that matched how I stroked her hair.

She ran her fingertips up and down my thighs, sending shivers to my belly, and she sucked my sac into her mouth. Warmth closed around my cock, and I opened my eyes to see Taja on her knees next to Saskia.

She winked at me as she drew my cock into her mouth, and then she let it go. “Welcome home, Niall. We don’t have time to tie you up right now, but you will not move.” I frequently disobeyed her orders because when I did, they only did things to me that were even more deliciously wicked. She ran her tongue along the ridge of my crown, and when she went to take me back into her mouth, I thrust, forcing my dick deeper than she’d anticipated.

Immediately, Saskia pulled my balls down, stretching them until I cried out. It hurt and it felt so fucking good. “You moved.”

Dragon Kisses 1: Claimed by the Zmaj

Dragon Kisses #1 is Now Available

Blurb:

Waking up in a strange barn was just the tip of the iceberg. Cassie and Niall find themselves transported to another world, one full of dragon shifters who want to possess them. Cassie is claimed by Illion, an electric blue dragon who shifts into five hulking men, and Niall is claimed by Wynn, a lime green dragon who shifts into two men and two women.

The Zmaj feed from the sexual energy of humans, and finding a cache of five in an abandoned barn is a momentous occasion. Convincing them to stay and protecting them from the Inamanida, their sworn enemy, is another task altogether. And falling in love? Zmaj don’t do that.

When Cassie runs away, Illion is forced to confront his prejudices and his brethren in order to save her from a fate worse than death.

Warnings: MMMFF, MMFMMM, light bondage, dominant dragon shifters

Word count: 32,650

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Excerpt 1:

“Cassie.” The deep voice calling my name belonged to the dragon man standing next to the one who had watched over us. “Come.”

Was it wrong that his commanding tone had me close to coming? Nora’s assurance came from, I knew, deep inside my psyche. After all, in a dream all the characters were aspects of myself. Niall was my caution, and Nora was my sense of adventure. I pried myself from Niall’s hold. “We’ll be fine.”

Even facing the weirdest situation and the worst odds, I was an optimist. Before Niall could process what I was doing, I left the safety of the group. Taking those first steps toward a new life was easy when I knew I’d soon wake up in the safety and comfort of my bed, and I figured nothing was to be gained by huddling against a barn. Plus, this would make one hell of a diary entry when I woke up, and it would help keep my mind off Chad, the jerkweasel who’d dumped me yesterday.

Laurel and Oliver followed me. Both of them seemed to be dazed and confused. The blue-haired men morphed into a dragon, and we climbed onto its back. The three of us fit easily. I sat forward of the wings. Oliver situated himself behind me, and Laurel wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Hold onto the scales,” Nora shouted.

I slid my hands around the edges of two blue scales. Each was a large as a dinner plate, but they had ridges on the top which were perfect for holding. One leap, and it took off.

Flying on the back of a dragon was unlike anything I’d experienced. My tummy fluttered from the quick ascent—or from that niggling bit of sense that told me I wasn’t playing it safe, and wind whipped through my hair. I had the feeling the dragon was flying slower than normal, and I appreciated his restraint. Any faster, and I might have freaked out.

Or not. Who could be afraid of heights or strangers in such a wonderful fantasy?

Excerpt 2:

I slid to the ground, and my dragon morphed back into five gorgeous men. One came forward and took my hand in his firm grip. “Illion,” he said.

“Hi, Illion. I’m Cassie.” I didn’t know if he remembered.

“Cassie. Yes. Beautiful. You will remove garments.”

I’ve never had a problem going au natural. With a flirtatious giggle, I shed my flannel pajamas. They weren’t sexy, and the air was too warm for this kind of dress anyway. The bulge in Illion’s tight pants grew, stretching the fabric to maximum capacity. The man was packing some serious cock, and he had a magnetism that drew me closer.

Before I could run my fingertip over his cock, the other four moved closer, introducing themselves as they checked out my body. Thanks to a love of ice cream and carbs, I had some generous curves, and I took pride in every single one of them.

“Cashel.”

“Beck.”

“Aurelio.”

“Fayne.”

That was a little quick for me, so I studied each one intently before repeating his name. Cashel was the tallest. He had hawkish features that made him look like a predator, which I guess he was. Beck had seriously broad shoulders. I was a sucker for broad shoulders. Aurelio was the shortest, which meant he only towered over me by a foot instead of two, and he wore the most serious expression. Fayne had an easy smile. All of them were large and built. Muscles rippled from every facet of their bodies, but the thing that struck me nearly speechless were their electric blue eyes. Each of them sported the intense color, and it made my pussy damp. That, and five hot men were regarding me as the second coming of sexual heaven.

After I’d successfully learned their names, I tossed a saucy smile. This was the best dream ever. “What now?”

“Bath,” Aurelio said. “I will wash you.”

Beck licked his lips. “I will help.”

Illion motioned to Fayne and Cashel. “We prepare first meal.”

Beck lifted me easily, cradling me in his arms. He carried me to the bathing room. I called it that because it seemed to be the only purpose of the cavernous room. A large, sunken pool bubbled in the center. Beck handed me to Aurelio, who had shed his pants while I was admiring the tub.

Aurelio sat down on the edge of the pool and slid into the warm water. Beck handed me down to Aurelio before joining us. He lathered soap in his hands, and then he went right for my breasts. I arched my back, thrusting my chest up to give him complete access. Behind me, Aurelio laughed. He used a cloth to clean the rest of me, not that I was too dirty. I’d showered before going to bed the night before, but wrapped in heavy flannel in this warm weather had rendered me sweaty.

It didn’t take long for me to realize they’d finished washing me, and now they were just touching.

“Beautiful,” Aurelio said. “Sexy Cassie.”

As I decided to flirt back, I wondered how much English he knew. “Sexy Aurelio. Sexy Beck. You both have magnificent cocks. I’d love to touch you the way you’re touching me.”

As if they’d rehearsed, both sets of hands stilled on my flesh.

“Yes,” Beck said. He wrapped my hand around his cock and thrust against my palm. Aurelio did the same thing with my other hand. “These aspects will bring Cassie climax.”

New Chapter in my Life

Last year when I got my taxes done, my tax guy (Bruce) looked around my house and said, “You need to form an LLC to separate your personal liability from your professional liability.” I like Bruce because 1) He comes to my house, 2) He’s reasonably priced and good at his job, and 3) He sends me a letter every year telling me when my appointment is. I like that I don’t have to be the one to make the call, and it forces me to get everything together by a certain time. Okay, enough about Bruce.

LGP Banner 2 with TriskeleSince I read and follow directions (contrary to the ‘man-logic’ way my mind seems to operate), I formed an LLC. I called it Lost Goddess because I’d been listening to the Violent Femmes song “Kiss Off”. Nine was for a lost god, but I’m not a dude, so I went for goddess. Fast forward to last fall when the wife and I were sitting around chit-chatting.

“You should publish your own stuff,” she said.

“I should.” I replied. “In the next two years, I’ll be getting the rights back to a lot of my books, so I’ll be doing that anyway.”

“That’s not what I meant.” She smiles. “I mean–you have an LLC. You should actually open a publishing company.”

I liked the idea. On the list of things I’d always wanted to be is a librarian or an editor. Since I’m neither, I decided to bump ‘publisher’ to the top of the list. Also, I’m impulsive. So I responded:

“Yeah. And I know the perfect cover artist. She could do banners and logos too.” The banner, designed by the incredibly talented Casey Harris, is above.

And so we researched the idea. I talked about the business aspects with a cousin who has two successful chiropractic clinics. He put me in touch with lawyers and gave great advice about the process, especially the part where your nerves feel like someone’s been electrocuting them for fun. We filed paperwork with the State of Michigan (who, for all their talk, are not very small-business-friendly. Still, we prevailed).Triskelewebsitewhite

Since Wife and I run this together, we have weekly meetings with agendas. We come out of them with list of things that need to be done. One of those was making a website. You can visit it by clicking the logo, also designed by Casey Harris. In case you haven’t guessed, purple is my favorite color.

We named our major idea, which became our launch identity, Hot Lunch. As busy parents, we recognize that many people don’t have a lot of time to read. They often don’t have hours or days to devote to a full-length story. They lament over a book they’ve been trying to read for a month. “It’s good, but I’m so tired at night that I only have about 20 minutes before I’m sleeping with a book on my face.” Therefore we decided to fill that need with short stories. Hot Lunch stories are 4500-8000 words. They’re something you can read during your lunch break or right before bed (though after reading, you probably won’t want to go straight to bed). Cool logo, also by Casey:

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Then we needed content to publish. We contacted some friends and contracted for several series. The first one, called Club Alegria, takes place at a fetish club. Anything goes–BDSM, D/s, S&M, menage, exhibitionism, voyeurism. The first three books are co-written by Michele Zurlo and Nicoline Tiernan. The second four in the series are by Nicoline Tiernan. The second series is New Adult. It takes place at a university, and it’s called Lovin’ U. We have four stories so far in this series written by Miranda Mitchell. Here are the covers for the first series, all by Casey Harris.

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I was looking for something that was classy and chic, and clearly communicated that these three stories are thematically linked. (I just mistyped “kinked” which is a funny error, but also true.) I hope this new venture is successful. I’m so nervous, like I’m sending my babies off into the big, cruel world, but I’m excited at the same time. I hope you all like this as well. The long-term plan is to expand to novellas and full-length novels, but that’s in the hazy future.

Lost Goddess Publishing plans to accept submissions beginning October 2014. Check the website (click the triskele above) for details.

Adventures in Publishing

I heard from an editor at Omnific Publishing yesterday. The exciting thing about working with a new publisher is getting to know their publication process. I’ve been through it with two other publishers–Siren and Loose Id–and each one is different.

Siren, the first publisher to take a chance on me, has a two-tiered process. The first time, the editor picks out grammatical errors or typos. The second time, they go for content revisions. Since I prefer to do things the other way around, I’ve learned to use beta readers so that I can take care of the content revisions beforehand. Since I’m an English teacher, and I rock at grammar and stuff, I never have much in the way of revision from Siren. Also, I never even get to know the name of the person who read my manuscript and left their comments in the margins. I have no contact with them at all.

Loose Id, my second publisher, is very different. With them, I work through one editor. She works with me through content revisions, a back-and-forth that can last through several months. If I have questions, I can ask her and she’ll respond. That was new to me. I like knowing the name and being able to contact the person who worked on my manuscript. I also liked working with the same person on every release I had through LI. We got to know one another’s styles, and I really feel like she made me a better writer. Other eyes also look at my manuscript once my editor and I are finished with the content revisions. It goes through another editor and a proofreader, and they find pretty much everything. That works well for me because I’m a perfectionist. I HATE rereading my published works and finding mistakes.

Omnific is a newer publisher, one I’ve decided to take a chance with. Unlike my decision to go with LI, I don’t know anybody currently published with them, so I didn’t have anybody to pester with questions. From this first interaction, it looks like I’ll be working with an editorial team. I get to know their names, and I have contact with all of them. The series I’m publishing through them–Kiss Me–is probably one of the best things I’ve ever written. I’m hoping my new acquaintances will make it even better.

I have no idea when it’s due out. I’m guessing sometime in 2014. This December, In Their Hearts (Two Masters for Samantha 2) is due out from Siren. Edits haven’t landed in my inbox yet. I’m hoping they do soon. The story is strong and dynamic, but Siren has asked me to add it more sex. Those scenes take some time and significant effort  to write well.

Meanwhile, I’m reading through my draft of Re/Imagined (Doms of the FBI #3) and wondering when I’ll feel comfortable enough with it to send it off to beta readers. I’m self-publishing this one once it’s ready–my first foray into the independent publishing world. I’ve named my company Lost Goddess Publishing, sort of after the line from the Violent Femmes song Kiss Off (“nine for a lost god”) that keeps getting stuck in my  head. Now it’s in yours. <giggles>

Anyway, that’s what’s up with me. I hope your weekend is getting off to a lovely start!