COMING SOON: Masquerade

Coming Soon from Rebel Ink Press!

So it’s been a week of ups and downs.  Monday was so pleasant.  I got my edits on “Masquerade” done and sent off, the kids at school were human and I got home early-ish.  Tuesday— an exercise in surviving the Zombie Apocalypse.  Wednesday was a bit better.  BUT– last night I got word that “Masquerade” is in the can and slated for release on December 17th!  I’m really excited about this story.  It’s my first Menage piece and my very first release with Rebel Ink Press.  The folks over at Rebel have been so nice to me and I’m really excited to be affiliated with them.

I got the idea for “Masquerade” on the way home from FandomFest this past July.  I wanted to write something short, sweet and dirty and I think I accomplished that.  It’s the story of Blythe, a woman who has discovered that she needs something more from her husband.  And that something more is a little experimentation.  Enter Apollo and The Raven– two masked strangers who are ready to make all of her wildest fantasies come true.  I promise, dear readers, that it’s one depraved sexual act after another— YOU’LL LOVE IT!  And the perfect holiday gift for Pervy Ebook Readers!  And now… an UNEDITED excerpt….


He dipped her low and placed a burning kiss in the center of her chest.  “Only feel your way through, love.”  With that he jerked her upright again, crushing her tight against his chest and nearly knocking the breath from her lungs.  “Ask yourself—what do you want?  What is your darkest desire?”  Tangling his hands in the bun at the back of her neck, he pulled her head roughly to one side, breathing hot against the delicate skin of her neck.  “A rough lover that will take you hard and fast, marking your body with bruises to help you remember?”  He bit down on the soft flesh just over her jugular until she gave a little shriek and then soothed it with gentle sweeps of his tongue and lips.  “Or perhaps a slow and sensual fuck that seems to be some never ending dream?”  His hands slid down her spine to rest on the curve of her ass left open by the silken dress.

“Do I have to choose?” she sighed, rubbing her cheek against his and reveling in the friction between their skin.

He smiled wickedly, dipping her low again until the room turned upside down.  “That’s the spirit, love.”


Remember— Coming December 17th from Rebel Ink Press (and no, you pervert– that wasn’t a pun…).

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