Tuesday, 28 February 2017

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Love, Passion and Power: Part 2

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The Story Begins...

Book 2 of 10
The Dark and Damaged Hearts Series

Ten hearts, ten books, ten years...

Chapter 1 
            “So, can you tell me about your first consensual time?” Justin asked later that evening. “You know, the first time you agreed to have sex with another man? How old were you? Was there a woman present?”
He was massaging my shoulders as we sat in the giant soaker tub of the en suite bathroom. Jerry and Maureen claimed that they were exhausted and had retired to bed almost immediately after we’d gotten home, meanwhile, Justin had grabbed a bottle of scotch and two glasses and run us the most luxurious bath, complete with vanilla scented candles and soft music.
I could feel his erection lying against the top of my buttocks but chose to ignore it for now. It would come and go for a while and when I felt like using it if it wasn’t already hard it would spring to life in seconds. That was one of the greatest things about him; he was always ‘up’ for it, always ‘up’ for anything really, ‘try anything once’ seemed to be his motto.
I craned my next around to look at him and gauge his reaction but then faced forward, maybe my story was best told without eye contact.
            I took a deep breath. “Well, I was eighteen and it was with my friend Ravi. My best friend in high school was Becca, we were pretty much inseparable and had started secretly sleeping together at around sixteen. We knew we liked boys and girls but were too nervous to get anywhere near a penis, so we just had sex with each other. But then we started to get curious and didn’t want to graduate as virgins, even though I already wasn’t but Becca didn’t know that. She does now. But as a kid, I kept my rape a complete and total secret from everyone. Kids gossip and spread rumors, and I just didn’t want it getting out and into the wrong hands.”
He made a low rumbling noise in his throat. “Understandable.”
“Anyway,” I went on, “one of our really good friends Ravi Pander, a gorgeous six-foot-four Indian boy, with long eyelashes, big brown eyes and the kindest heart, was also a virgin and the three of us talked about ‘just getting it over with’.
“Ravi was kind of shy, even though he had a lot of friends. He was captain of the basketball team and had actually been awarded a full scholarship to CalTech for computer science, he was… is ridiculously smart. Anyway…” I closed my eyes as Justin squirted shampoo into his hands and started lathering my hair, his hands were magic. The tension of the day started to melt away with the pop of each bubble.
“Anyway… as I was saying, the three of us decided to have sex together, we asked Ravi if he would be interested in a threesome with us and really… what eighteen-year-old boy wouldn’t jump at the chance to full-fill a scenario they’ve been masturbating to on the internet for five years? And it was great, I felt safe… not only because Ravi was a friend but also because Becca was there and because I had taken control of my own sexuality and had finally gotten to choose when I had sex with a man.”
            He began dropping feather light kisses on my shoulder. “That’s great baby, I’m glad it was so enjoyable for you. Where are they now, Ravi and Becca?”
            “They got married, believe it or not. We ended up having sex quite a few times the three of us. Ravi was very good and really came out of his shell, it’s like he became this whole different person, confident and charismatic, like night and day from the moment he got his first blowjob. Ha!”
            “And they live here?”
            I shook my head. “No. Becca followed Rav to California after high school. She got into modeling and now they live in San Francisco. After a while I realized that their sexual interests were a little too ‘out-there’ for me so I willingly backed off and let the kinky lovers have at it.”
            “Out there how?”
            “It started off pretty innocent in high school, some bondage, spanking, blindfolds. But I found out later that they’re big into the swinging lifestyle, they go to a lot of fetish parties and have worked their way up in the BDSM community. He drags her naked ass around on a leash and collar at these things, and she loves it.”
            I lifted one shoulder, while closing my eyes. His fingers on my scalp were hypnotic. “Yeah. They invited me to come visit one weekend a few years ago to see what happened at the parties, and I thought, sure, what the hell? And while I was there we indulged in some nostalgia and had few pretty fun nights. But the party was something else. They did a bondage demonstration where he had her blindfolded, gagged and bound to a St. Andrew’s Cross, and then flogged her until she came. And then there were the fetish and fantasy rooms. A room was full of men with foot fetishes who were dying to rub your feet. I must admit I indulged in that one, even let a guy come on my feet, boy was he grateful.”
            “Did you try anything else at the party?” he asked as he grabbed the shower nozzle and started rinsing my hair. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes again, relishing the feel of the warm water, how wonderful it felt as it cascaded down my skin like a caress.
            “Would it change your opinion of me if I had?” I opened one eye and looked at him.
            “No.” He smiled. “As you can probably tell, I’m hard as a fucking rock back here so I’m obviously not turned off by the fact that you went to a sex party. I’m just curious. You’re a hell of a lot wilder than I am, but I’m not against exploring, trying new things and expanding my sexual proclivities.” What’s he talking about? I’m not wild at all.
            I let out a small laugh and closed my eyes again as he started working the conditioner into my hair. “I eventually felt comfortable enough with the people and incredibly turned on by the whole damn thing that I did try a few things. In one room another couple joined Ravi, Becca and I, they were probably in their early thirties and to this day I still don’t know their names. Becca and I had sex with the man, nothing too kinky, just straight up threesome stuff, while his wife sucked Ravi off through women’s pantyhose as he watched in the corner. You’d never know it to look at him but Ravi is a kinky fucker.”
            “So is this something you still do from time to time?”
            “No, no.” I shook my head. “It was just an adventure like any other. I thought, what the hell, why not? So I did it, had some fun, made some memories, got out of my comfort zone, and I don’t regret it. But I haven’t been back in a few years. I’m really not that wild Justin.”
            “Do you want to do it again?”
            I spun around to look at him. “Is it something you’re interested in?”
            He cocked his head to the side and scrunched up his face in thought. I smiled at how adorable he looked. “I hadn’t really thought about it until you started talking about it just now, but it sounds interesting. I could probably stand to be a little raunchier in the sack… or out of the sack, if these parties don’t have any beds at them. But for the record, you’re definitely wilder than me. Just because you had never had sex with a man alone, or anal sex before you met me, does not mean you haven’t had your share of kinky adventures. You’re a little sexual deviant, baby, and I love it.”
He reached around and tweaked my nipple. I squeaked but then melted into his hand.
“If you could score us an invite to a party with them I wouldn’t object to going. Try anything once, that’s my motto… except for the pantyhose thing, that sounds weird.”
            I gave him a stern look, my eyes boring into his and driving home the seriousness of the situation. “Well if you ever meet Ravi you have to feign ignorance, this is all supposed to be very hush-hush.”
            “Does he wear them out, like under his pants, even when he’s not at the parties?” he asked as he started rinsing out the conditioner.
            I rolled my eyes. Suddenly worried that I’d betrayed Ravi’s confidence and Justin was going to treat my friend like some perverted weirdo if the two ever met. “I’m not sure,” I finally said. “I wouldn’t assume so but who knows?”
            “Do they have any kids?”
            “A daughter, Aria, she’s two and Becca is pregnant with another and due any day now, I think it’s another girl.” I pulled my thumb out from between my teeth. “They’re wonderful people, Justin, don’t judge one part of their lifestyle and write them off as freaks. He’s a gazillionaire philanthropist and she is a model turned mom, turned entrepreneur. She even has her own line of maternity clothing.”
            “I’m not,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. “I’m sure they’re very nice people and I won’t judge them until I meet them. But when one of the first things you tell me about someone is that he likes to get sucked off while wearing women’s lingerie, the mind starts to wonder and wander…”
            “Well, just reserve judgment until after you’ve met them. And forget I ever mentioned the whole women’s pantyhose thing, okay?”
            He chuckled low behind me and gave my butt a naughty little pinch. “Yes, ma’am.”
            I motioned for us to switch spots to that I could wash his hair. The shuffle was a bit awkward and I felt like I was hiding behind Poseidon himself, big and muscular —and god-like, a true force of nature to be reckoned with. But eventually we made it work without causing a tsunami and I started to massage his scalp. He let out a moan of satisfaction and sank back against my breasts.
            He groaned in delight. “I love my pillows…”
            “So now that you know all about my ‘first-time’ and who it was with, it’s your turn. Tell me, who ‘deflowered’ the Dark Knight, the insatiable sex machine that is Justin Williams?”
            “You really want to know?” His body had become a little rigid as if he were kind of reluctant divulging his secret. Was he worried I wouldn’t approve? Had it been consensual? Oh god, how could I think that? Of course, it had been. Justin isn’t the type to take a woman by force. He has women throwing themselves at him daily, he’d never have to resort to assault to get laid.  
            “Yeah… tell me.”
            “It was my science teacher in high school. Miss Munroe. I was sixteen and she was twenty-four. I seduced her.” Suddenly the song Mrs. Robinson started playing in my head.
            He contorted his big torso around to gauge my reaction, and I must admit I was pretty shocked, but then Amy’s comment about older women came flying back and I sobered up. Ah, so this was probably the root of his interests.
I quickly thought of something to say as he was staring at me, waiting for an answer. “Did you get her fired?”
            “What?” His eyes went wide. “No, of course not! I was young but wasn’t so stupid to ruin a good thing by bragging about it to my friends. We kept it a secret.”
            “So then it happened more than once?” I guess my expression had softened enough that he thought it okay to turn back around and face forward. I continued to massage his scalp but my mind was a million miles away. He’d seduced his teacher!
            “It went on for a while. Her apartment was really close to the school and because she had a spare block after lunch I rearranged my schedule to match, and we’d go back to her place and fuck like animals. She taught me everything. How to not explode the moment a chick takes her top off, eating out, and foreplay. I mean she’d found her forte, she was a wonderful teacher, be it science or sex, the woman knew how to educate.”
            “So… so… so did you not have any girlfriends in high school?” I was stammering, this was so not the response I had been anticipating. “Tilt your head back so the soap doesn’t run in your eyes.” He did as he was told and I turned on the water.
            “Yeah but nothing lasted more than a few months.”
            “And all the while, were you still sleeping with your teacher?”
            “No, we’d take a break once in a while. But I think part of the reason why my relationships ended so quickly was because the high school girls didn’t know what they were doing in bed and I got bored. Sonia had other boyfriends too. But she didn’t care so much about the whole ‘not cheating thing’ like I did. One time her boyfriend almost caught me, I had to hide in the closet for an hour until he decided to go have a shower.”
            “And you didn’t feel bad about being ‘the other man’?”
            “I was sixteen and fucking a twenty-four-year-old, I had morals and a conscious but I wasn’t a saint. What she decided to do with her relationships was her business. If she’d wanted to stop I would have but she called me over. I got hard just seeing her name come up on the call display for Christ sakes. What was I to do, say ‘no’ and then go beat off to a Hustler?”
            “No,” I said with a sheepish grin. “I guess not.”
            “Are you judging me? Do you think less of me because I nailed my teacher?” His voice had taken on a defensive tone. “Because I don’t judge you for taking part in some kinky swingers shit with whips and chains.”
            “I was neither whipped nor chained, thank you. And no, of course, I’m not judging you. I had just hoped that for at least one of us our first time could have been romantic and somewhat normal or conventional, where we were in a loving relationship and it was all awkward and wonderful. I guess it just kind of makes me sad.”
            “Well if it’s any consolation, my first time was incredibly awkward and wonderful, I just wasn’t in love.”
            “Have you ever been?”
            “What… in love? You mean besides with you?”
            He spun back around to face me; water droplets falling provocatively down his chiseled chest. My eyes followed the drops, past his pecs, between his abs and disappearing down beneath the bubbles to where what I’m almost certain, was a raging hard-on. I couldn’t help myself and I licked my lips at the thought of it. “No. Well maybe. I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about you, so I don’t think I have been. Have you?”
            I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I’ve never been in a relationship for longer than a few months, so probably not.
            “So I guess in a way then,” he said, scooping me up to place me on his lap, I shifted and shimmied until I was straddling him, the tip of his cock, bobbing enticingly against the apex of my thighs, “our first time is with each other, together.”
            I wrinkled my nose in confusion.
            “I mean neither of us are virgins, not by any stretch of the imagination.” He grinned when I rolled my eyes. “But we’re both virgins at love and it’s awkward and wonderful in its own way. Don’t you think?”
            I smiled, loving the corny but thoughtful idea. He leaned forward and rubbed his nose against mine and then kissed the top of my head. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted up, sliding back down slowly until he was sheathed inside of me. He raised his eyebrows in query; we weren’t using any protection.
            “We’ll pull and pray like we did before at your cabin,” I said, winking. “You can finish in my mouth.” He flashed me a salacious grin before he buried his face in my chest and began rooting for a nipple.

About the Author
A West Coast baby born and raised, and married to her high school sweetheart, with a spirited toddler and a fluffy dog, Whitley spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn't end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes and it's not quite wine o'clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role playing, these books have everything we need to satisfy the curious kink in all of us.

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Monday, 27 February 2017

Menage Monday-Limo three-way

Love, Passion and Power: Part 2

Coming February 28th (That's tomorrow!!!)

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The story continues...
Ten hearts, ten books, ten years...

Book 2 (of 10) The Dark and Damaged Hearts Series

Love, Passion and Power: Part 1 is now LIVE!

She made a purring sound in her throat. “Your birthday? Well why didn’t you say so? This calls for extra special attention, wouldn’t you say, Justin?” She dropped to the floor at my feet. “Our birthday girl shouldn’t have to wait for anything, not even getting home. She should get off before she gets home, don’t you think?”
She started sliding her hands up my dress, urging me to inch forward in the seat. She hooked her fingers around the elastic of my thong and brought it down over my ankles handing it to Justin, whose eyes were like dinner plates. The erection in his pants unmistakable.
“Absolutely!” He said, smiling widely as he bent his head to kiss me.

“It’s been a while since I’ve tasted a birthday girl,” Hannah mumbled, dipping a finger between my folds and finding me wet and ready. Her tongue was soft and inquisitive, brushing my clit with barely a whisper of a touch as she swirled her finger inside me. “Tell us what you want from us tonight, birthday girl. Your wish is our command.” And she pushed her head further beneath my dress, letting her lips encircle my clit, sucking gently. I closed my eyes and bucked into her face. 

Saturday, 25 February 2017

Love, Passion and Power: Part 2 -Excerpt

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A shiver ran down my spine in anticipation and goosebumps rose on my skin. He’d never looked at me quite like this before. Yes, lust and possession were in his eyes, I was used to that and always enjoyed the fact I could make him burn but now if I wasn’t mistaken there was also a sense of relief. What the hell was he so relieved about?

He made love to me without words. Our bodies became one and moved in a rhythm all its own. It was unlike any sex we’d had before. But his looks of pure adoration and fascination as he brought my body repeatedly to orgasm left me with tears in the corners of my eyes and a pain and craving for him so fierce that I grappled at his back and body, desperate for the two of us to be closer. There was more than just love in his eyes; it was pure passion and pure power. He consumed me.

Tuesday, 21 February 2017


Love, Passion and Power: Part 2

Coming February 28th!

The story continues...
Ten hearts, ten books, ten years...

Book 2 (of 10) The Dark and Damaged Hearts Series

Love, Passion and Power: Part 1 is now LIVE!

“Surprise!” I cheered, dangling a cute little black gift bag with red tissue
paper in front of his face, a pen between his teeth while his eyebrows scrunched in a deep-V as he read something on his laptop. My hair was still wet, my skin still rosy, and by the look and smell of things Justin had recently had a shower as well, his hair was still damp and he smelled good enough to eat.
I’d shaved my legs in the shower and then moisturized my skin, plus I was wearing a new bra and panty set, so I wanted to make the most of our afternoon together. And by make the most of, I meant spend the rest of the day in bed doing despicably wonderful things to one another’s bodies.
            He turned to face me, putting the pen down and abandoning whatever seriousness was the on the screen. “What’s this for? Did I forget an anniversary or something?” He took the bag from me with a sweet but vaguely suspicious smile.
            “No, no,” I giggled. “I just wanted to get you, well us, something. Open it.” And I hopped up onto the edge of his desk, bouncing up and down with equal amounts of nervousness and excitement.
            He lifted the tissue paper out of the bag and placed it on the table, fishing around inside for the prize. His eyes went wide as he slowly extracted the blue silicone beads about an inch in diameter connected by more silicone string.

“Um…” he said, looking at me for help, “anal beads?”

Saturday, 18 February 2017

Bad Boy Erotic Romance Giveaway

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I’ve teamed up with OVER 50 BAD BOY EROTIC ROMANCE authors to give away a huge collection of novels, PLUS A KINDLE FIRE to one lucky winner! 

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Friday, 17 February 2017

Love, Passion and Power: Part 2 Excerpt

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“Let’s go to the bedroom,” he said, leaving his bags at the front door and walking us down the hall. I locked my ankles around his back and held onto his neck as he marched us towards the bed. “I need you naked, it’s all I’ve been able to think about for the last five days. You, naked, on all fours. I want to fuck you from behind in front of the mirror. I want to see your tits jiggle as I pound you. I want to see your face as you come.”
            He tossed me on the bed and grabbed the ends of my pajama pants, I hadn’t even bothered to get dressed; I’d still been in full-on pouty hangover mode when he got home. I was pants-less in seconds and Justin pulled my legs until they dangled over the end of the bed and my butt was on the edge. He knelt down, pushed my knees apart and dove in, face first.

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Thursday, 16 February 2017

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Wednesday, 15 February 2017

Feature Author: Bree M. Lewandowski

Under Winter Lights: Part 1

Bree M. Lewandowski

               The details of this book are so rich I felt like I was right there with the characters as they went to rehearsals and performances. -JC Reviewer on Amazon

Ballet is Martina’s world. Always has been. But underneath the stage lights, behind the curtain and choreography is loneliness. 
On late nights, after rehearsals, in her small apartment, Martina wishes hers wasn’t the only shadow on the wall. 

But Chicago winter winds are swirling and Martina’s music box world is tipped upside down when she is cast as the lead in the company’s next production. And if that isn’t enough...

He’s the “wolf of the Mariinsky Ballet.” A rebel with gray eyes. Maraav Levondovska is a brilliant dancer and Martina can barely admit to herself how watching him take the stage sets her imagination spinning. 
But company director Alan Jung, the man crippled by the art he loved, seems to find new life in his star ballerina... 

Three hearts in a dance made for two. A world made of music and motion. Come step Under Winter Lights: Part One!

Stay tuned for Part 2 Under Midnight Lights Coming SOON!

Sunday, 12 February 2017

Feature Author: Jeanne St. James

2017 © Jeanne St. James
~ All Rights Reserved ~


Marc let himself in his parents’ front door, his ten-month old puppy, Menace, squeezing past him in a rush.
“Jeez, asshole, you almost knocked me over,” he scolded the dog, not that the gangly mastiff was listening. He was already bee-lining to the kitchen where he knew there would be food. After all, he was a growing dog, now wasn’t he.
Marc was beat. After doing the double-back from the three to eleven shift last night to working the seven to three shift this morning, he was freaking exhausted. And he wasn’t even including the wrestling he and Leah had gotten into on the mat. That had taken a toll also, as well as their stilted conversations throughout the rest of the day.
He didn’t seem to be the only one relieved at three when their shift ended. He bet Leah had gone home and collapsed. If he hadn’t already committed to dinner at his parents’, he’d be snoozing on the couch with the TV on, a cold beer next to him, and a farting mastiff doubling as a blanket.
But family obligations and all that. And anyway, his mother was a better cook than him. So no complaints there.
He followed the direction Menace had gone and ended up in the kitchen. The oversized puppy sat at his mother’s feet, his tail thumping heavily against the floor, as she stirred something on the stove.
“Smells good, Ma.” He walked over and peered into the pot before landing a loud, sloppy kiss on her cheek.
Mary Ann Bryson pushed him away with a laugh. “Stop it. You’re as bad as Dennis with sloppy kisses. You’re never going to find a woman if you kiss like that.”
Ew. He’d never kiss her the same way as he would a woman. Not his mother.
And, obviously, one of his mother’s immediate goals in life was to get him hitched and to start producing offspring like he was a prized farm animal.
“Ma, his name is Menace.”
She wiped her hands on the dish towel tucked into her waistband. “You know I refuse to call him that.”
“You don’t have any problem with Chaos’ name.”
Marc could see no difference between his puppy’s name and Max and Amanda’s border collie Chaos. It was probably only because Max was her first born. Being the middle child always sucked.
His mother just waved her hand at him like he was a gnat buzzing near her ear.
“Who names their dog Menace?”
Marc spun toward the female voice. The rookie stood in the doorway to the kitchen, leaning against the jamb, her arms crossed at her chest.
What in the holy fuck was she doing here?
“Someone cool, that’s who,” he answered her with a frown. He lifted his hands up in question wanting to know what the hell was happening here.
Leah ignored the gesture and gave him an exaggerated eye roll. “Someone cool, huh?” If the eye roll was any bigger, she would’ve sprained them.
She wore form-fitting blue jeans and a maroon, snug—Yes!—long-sleeved T-shirt. Her feet were bare against the wood floor, and—Sweet baby Jesus—her hair was down. It draped around her shoulders like a silk curtain. Straight as an ironing board. Not one curl to be seen.
An image of him running his fingers through all that length flashed through him, but he pushed it away when he noticed the dark smudges under both of her eyes. She was just as exhausted as he was.
Menace got off his lanky ass and barreled toward her like a galloping giraffe. Leah moved to brace herself before the impact. Marc rushed forward and snagged his collar just in time as the dog launched himself at her.
“Settle, you fool,” he told the excited puppy.
Ignoring the near disaster, his mother asked in her booming voice, “Oh Leah! How was your shower?”
“Hot and deliciously wonderful.”
Like the woman in front of him.
“I’m sure it felt good after that stupid quick turnaround shift. Those ridiculous things. I don’t know why the department does that. I’ve never agreed with it, even when your father did them way back when.” She shook the wooden spoon at Marc before turning back to the stove.
It was Marc’s turn to roll his eyes. Like he had any control over double-back shifts. She needed to talk to her eldest son, the one that was actually in charge. “Where’s Pop?”
“I don’t know. But you know he won’t miss dinner. That man never misses a meal. Honey, why don’t you go into the living room and cuddle up with a blanket until dinner is done.”
Great idea! He could use a little nap.
“That sounds like a plan,” Leah murmured and she disappeared into the next room. Menace followed on her heels.
Apparently, his mother hadn’t been talking to him, her own son. Leah had usurped the “honey” title in the house. That was just wrong. But never mind that, why was his mother acting as though she was family? Was Leah related somehow and Max never said anything? He thought back in horror at the episode in the wrestling gym earlier.
No way.
Marc brought this voice down to a rough whisper. “What’s she doing here? She’s not related to us, right?”
Oh say no. Please say no.
“No, silly! When Max hired her, she had no place to stay, so we offered to put her up until she finds a place of her own.”
Fucking Max. “So Max suggested this?”
“Yes. He actually encouraged it.”
He was going to kill his brother. It was bad enough that he not only hired a woman, but he was making Marc coach her, and now… Now his pupil, recruit, rookie—fuck—his sexual fantasy was living in his parent’s home. Right. Next. Door.
Pork roll. Pig cheeks. Pork belly.
“Don’t you think it’s a noble gesture that she wanted to become a police officer like her father?”
When his mother spoke, he realized he’d been staring blindly at the empty doorway since Leah had left. He shook his head to clear it. “What? What are you talking about?”
“Her wanting to be a cop after her dad died in the line of duty.”
Now he’d have to resurrect Max’s dead body and kill him all over again. “Yeah, that’s great,” he said absently, thinking about all the ways he could murder his older brother and dispose of the body. 
His mother stopped what she was doing and glanced at him. “You did know, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Ma. Of course I did. She’s my rookie.”
His mother’s eyebrows pinned together as she clicked her tongue. “Silly, she’s the department’s rookie… Or…is she your rookie, Marc?”
Well if that wasn’t a loaded question then he didn’t know what was. And he certainly was not falling into his mother’s trap. One slip and she’d have the rings picked out and the venue booked. No matter that he’d only known Grant for three days. She’s a female and to his mother a potential candidate for popping out grandchildren. She probably already inspected Leah’s womb, just to check her potential.

Author Bio:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is an erotic romance author who loves an Alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing since it gave her an escape from teenage angst! Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages.

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