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Moving Day!

Well, I've been playing with the idea of moving over the blog to a place where my website and blog can be an all in one sort of shop.  I have finally made the move..well...decision. I'm still moving. Eventually this blog will go away, but first I want to move all the posts over. So, it could be a while. All of the new content can be found at my new blog home.  www.meashawrites.com/blog


I hope you come visit!!

I love almost anything Taboo! In this bloghop you will find 8 to 10 sentences of a taboo erotic book, or 100 words of a book review or a fun discussion about a particular taboo. 





      "Open your mouth,” he instructed. “I want you to wrap those pretty lips around my cock and suck it.” He growled when he felt her hot tongue on his dick.    
       She hummed lightly as she sucked on him, taking him fully into her mouth, so the head of his cock could touch the back of her throat. She wrapped her right hand around his shaft and massaged him. She again took him deep into her mouth and retracted.
        He stood in their dining room, his wife completely nude kneeling obediently before him, sucking on his dick because he had ordered it. Because, she wanted nothing more at that moment than to please him. 

Excerpt from "Dinner at Home, Dark Desires  ');

Devastated
Ringing echoed throughout the living room.  Cara’s stomach fluttered at the sound, leaping over the coffee table to grab the phone.  She answered, holding her breath with hope that it was him.  He’d been away for so long this trip. His business often kept him on the road for weeks at a time, but this trip had lasted almost a month.
It had been too long since she held his eyes in hers.  Weeks since she felt the feathery touch of his lips against her skin. Long sleepless nights since she heard the words of love from his mouth, felt the passion of his hands.  
She sank to the plush flooring, ignoring the robe when it opened, exposing her breast. A breast he loved to suckle and fondle at will.
His voice, always a comfort to her, reached out through the receiver. It was as though he were caressing her.   Years together, madly in love, and devoted to each other built a wall, brick by brick, word by word, touch by touch. She believed them safe behind their fortress. She believed the wall to be true.
Slamhammer words crossed the phone lines. Sharp, searing pain struck her breathless. She slinked to the floor, dropping the receiver just as he said “I’m in love with her…”



Although this didn't come as a phone call... my sister had a similar conversation with her husband of 12 yrs. And since it's been a month from hell listening to her heart-wrenching sobs, and watching her try to hide the hell she's in from her two small boys, and praying he'll come to his senses but knowing he won't... I took the liberty of taking extra words. Next week will be sexier...I promise. Now over to Advizor's for something a little more upbeat.

In a few weeks I'll be releasing my new novel  Secured Heart, Book 2 of the Windy City Series.  Until then, here is Chapter 1 of Hidden Heart, Book 1.   Enjoy!

Chapter OneThe Meet

      True love was a myth spread among generations of single women to encourage them to continue their search for the man of their dreams. Jessica Stanley knew better. She’d called off the hopeless scavenger hunt a year after turning twenty-five. 
      Men weren’t what the romance novels promised. Jake had educated her about the death of chivalry during their six months together their senior year at UIC. Harrison had explained with each lying breath how honesty and honor no longer made the modern man. Several others had taught her the same lessons over and over until she finally closed up shop and decided it was better to remain single.     
    This wasn’t to say Jessica didn’t love men. She did. They brought many physical attributes to a relationship; however, those could be replaced by quality batteries and well-crafted machinery. 
    No, she would stick to nights out with good friends and lonely weekends buried in books. Friday nights were reserved for dinner out with old friends. A small group that banded together during college and still lived near the city. Alex was one of her closest friends, so she was able to forgive him for being a part of the male cult of society. He had nursed her through several break-ups, and never once did he mutter the words I told you so, even though—more than once—he had in fact told her so. 
    It was Alex’s pick for dinner, and Jessica was thankful he chose the Italian restaurant down the street from her apartment. She hated fighting for a cab on the weekends with all of the newly twenty-one crowd jumping from bar to bar. The walk to the restaurant provided a nice release from her day at the law firm. The grind of working as a paralegal for one of the partners had left her mentally drained. The crisp air of autumn calmed her and cleared away all of the stress of the previous week. She was ready for relaxation and fun. 
    Most of her group beat her to the restaurant. The hostess pointed her in their direction, the back corner of the bistro, hidden from most of the restaurant. Jessica wiggled between chairs and tripped over someone’s coat before she managed to get to them. 
    “Jessica!” Erin, her old roommate at UIC, stood up and threw her arms around her. White Diamonds perfume enveloped her as much as Erin’s arms did. 
    Jessica took a deep breath through her mouth and grinned. 
    “I wasn’t sure you’d make it! Alex said you were working on some big case this week.” Erin took her seat.
    “It’s nearly finished, and I’m not thinking about it tonight.” Jessica shimmied out of her coat and took a seat beside Jonathan, Erin’s fiancé. 
    “I hear Alex is bringing a new guy tonight.” Kelly, Erin’s perpetual third wheel, chimed in after a long sip of her appletini. Her tone suggested more than an offering of information. 
    “I think he mentioned something. I haven’t really talked to him this week. Maybe you’ll find your true love.” Jessica rolled her eyes at Kelly, who seemed to perk up at the idea. 
    “You aren’t still thinking to stay celibate the rest of your life, are you?” Jonathan asked as he tried waving down a waiter with his empty beer bottle. 
     “No. I’m just not wasting time on searching for the catch of my life.” Jessica smoothed down her windblown chestnut hair. 
    “Look at us.” Erin linked her arm through Jonathan’s and smiled. “We’re happy. It is possible to find a great guy who makes you happy.” 
     Jessica rolled her eyes at the sappy sentiment, fully ignoring her own twinge of envy pulling at her heart. Jonathan continued his search for a waiter. 
    “Ooh, now that is a good looking man.” Kelly straightened her shirt and rushed a finger comb through her thick red curls while keeping her eyes fixed on her prey. 
    Jessica followed Kelly’s stare. Alex was pushing his way through the tables toward them, a man walking behind him. A tall man. A tall man with undeniably handsome features. A tall, hot man, wearing a suit and looking very much a like a character straight off the set of Mad Men. His hair was a dark shade of brown, too dark to be brown and too light to be black. Whatever the name of the color, it accentuated his azure eyes. 
     Jessica found herself holding her breath and had to remind herself to breath. He was just a guy. 
    “Sorry we’re late. The damn cab got lost. I had to get him back here. Did you order appetizers yet? I’m starving!” Alex plowed through a small crowd of people and burst out at their table. He shrugged off his coat and threw it over the back of a chair. “Everyone, this is Royce Bradford. Royce, this is everyone. Jessica, Erin, Jonathan, and Kelly. I need to piss. Jess, get me a beer would ya?” Alex disappeared before anyone could react to the new member of their group. 
     “Whirlwind, that guy.” Royce broke the awkward silence. Kelly laughed like a nervous high school girl. Jessica mentally vowed if Kelly started to bat her eyelashes she’d throw water at her. 
     “You can sit, you know.” Jessica waved a hand at the empty seat beside Alex’s coat. “He’ll be back in a few minutes and will completely monopolize the evening.” 
      Royce took his seat with a smile. Not an awkward smile but a controlled, casual grin. Kelly was close to drooling on her plate. 
     “Royce. That’s an uncommon name.” Kelly rested her chin on her fist with a wide smile from across the table. 
     “I’m afraid my mother may have read one too many romance novels before I was born.” He rewarded her with a grin that showcased his perfectly white teeth. 
     “Uhg! Forget it.” Jonathan dropped his empty beer bottle on the table. “This place is too busy. Alex always picks the busiest places.” 
      “It’s Friday night in Chicago. Every restaurant is too busy.” Jessica pointed out. 
      Royce turned in his chair and raised his hand. A short blonde waitress wearing too much makeup arrived at their table. Jonathan watched in awe, barely able to sputter out his order. Jessica pretended not to notice the eagerness of the waitress, or how she fawned over Royce. The buttons on her blouse threatened to burst off and injure one of them if she pushed her chest out any further at him. 
     Alex returned to the table as the drinks arrived. “Jess, I was afraid you wouldn’t make it tonight. You said you’ve been buried all week.” He sipped at his beer. “Jess works at McCannis and Son’s firm. Trying to take down some big corporation for screwing with the employee’s 401(k)s.” 
     Royce raised an eyebrow in her direction. His blue eyes darkened. “Not another Enron, I hope.” 
     “No, nothing that serious. Just some corrupt bastards messing with balances and withholdings.” Jessica waved a hand in the air. “I’m just a paralegal, not the attorney. Alex makes everything I do sound more important than it is.” She felt the blush spread over her cheeks and cursed herself. 
    “Oh, please!” Alex rolled his eyes. “You carry that asshole you work for. If it weren’t for you, he’d have lost his partnership and most of his cases last year.”
      Jessica laughed off his praise and squeezed his hand. “The big brother I never had.” She changed the subject by looking over at Kelly and asking about her day. 
      Kelly worked at UIC; however, she was now the professor, instead of the student. Kelly loved to talk about her job. Royce made the perfect new audience, and Jessica relaxed back in her chair and watched the show. 
       Kelly grew more desperate by the day to find her soul mate. She wanted a family, the perfect husband, and exactly two children, one boy and one girl. It was her life’s goal. By achieving that, her life would be complete.
       Royce listened dutifully, occasionally glancing at Jessica to gauge her expressions. Jessica tried to ignore his stares, but she couldn’t lie to herself that his glances weren’t making her warm under the collar. 
       He was very attractive; she couldn’t lie about that either. Too attractive. He would be interested in only one thing, and then he’d leave, or he’d not be interested in her from the start. She tried to focus on Kelly, but having heard the rant a dozen times before, Jessica found it very difficult to concentrate. 
       “What do you do?” Kelly finally turned the conversation over to Royce. 
       “Oh, he’s the new VP of marketing.” 
       “Alex, he’s a big boy. Let him answer.” Erin reached over the table and playfully slapped Alex’s hand. 
        Jonathan watched her with an odd expression. 
       “Well, he’s right. Just moved here from New York.” Royce scanned the menu. 
       “You don’t have an accent.” Jessica pointed out with skepticism. She couldn’t help herself. She shrugged off the glare from Alex. 
        “No, I’m originally from here. Well, the northern suburbs,” he explained with a casual tone, his eyes locked with hers. 
       Jessica tore her gaze from him and looked at Alex. “I thought you were up for that promotion.” 
       He shook his head. “No, I’m up for the advertising department.” 
      “Isn’t it the same thing?” 
       “Yes and no.” Alex shrugged. “Let’s talk about something not work related.” He looked over at Jonathan for his assistance. 
       The talk turned casual. Jonathan and Alex made plans for tailgating during the football season. Kelly smiled like a star-struck teen at Royce, who continued to be polite, while stealing glances at Jessica.
       “You are in sales or the craft of advertising?” She found herself asking over her latte. The meal was well past gone and the dessert plate Alex had ordered for the table remained in the center of the table scarcely touched. 
      “I prefer the craft. I went to school originally for writing. Advertising didn’t seem too far off from writing fiction at the time. However, business being what it is, there isn’t much in the way of craft anymore. Now it’s all about projections, sales numbers, and profit margins.” He sounded forlorn. She suspected he longed for something he’d left behind in the past. She knew that feeling intimately. 
     “So you started out as a writer and ended up VP of Marketing. Not too bad, I guess.” She could hear the sarcasm in her own voice and chastised herself for not being better at hiding her annoyance for the opposite sex. Alex reminded her relentlessly that not all people of the male persuasion were bad, and she’d do better in life not to hate men in general. 
      “Royce, how is it that you have not been snatched up by some beautiful woman? I mean New York is crawling with them.” Kelly blurted out and didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed over her statement.
      “Kelly, not everyone is out looking for the one and only,” Jessica interjected. “I’m sure there were plenty of women in New York who Royce enjoyed the company of, but that doesn’t mean he had to settle down with any of them.” She maintained her composure surprisingly well when Alex kicked her shin with the tip of his booted foot. 
        “Actually, there was one woman in New York. I only lived there for three years. She and I parted ways a few months back.” Royce kept his eyes focused on Jessica as he answered, then swung a carefree smile toward Kelly. 
       “You’ll have to forgive Jessica. She doesn’t believe love exists anymore.” Erin pushed her dessert plate away. 
         “Perhaps she hasn’t met the right sort of man,” Royce stated in a flat voice. 
        “That’s probably right.” Alex looked at his watch. “Well, kids, I gotta run.” He shoved back from the table and whipped his overcoat on. “Do you want to share a cab?” he questioned Royce. 
        “No, thanks. I don’t live too far from here, maybe five blocks or so. I think I’ll hoof it while the weather holds out.” “Fair enough. Jess, I’ll call you in the morning.” Alex leaned down and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek before waving to the rest of the group and taking his leave. 
      “Did he just stiff us with the bill?” Kelly watched Alex leave. 
       “No.” Jessica laughed. “He’d never do that. He’s going to stop at the front and pay the whole damn tab.” She reached behind her and started to put her arms in the sleeves of her coat. 
       Alex earned more money than all of them combined. He found the fact embarrassing and hated to talk about it. 
      Jessica felt Royce watching her with fascination as she put her coat on while it remained draped over the chair. She stood from the table, and the coat conformed to her body perfectly. 
       “What?” She looked around to see if she had dropped or torn something. 
       “Nothing.” He shook his head with a grin. 
      “I’m going to head out. I’ll see you guys next Friday. Kelly, your pick, don’t forget. And please, no where crazy. I’m still surprised we didn’t all die from that hole in the wall you took us to last time.” 
      “Hey, that Indian place was great.” Kelly pouted. 
      “Okay. I’ll see you later.” Jessica waved at the group. She stepped to the side to allow Royce more room as he stood from his chair. 
      “It was very nice meeting everyone.” Royce nodded to the group then turned to Jessica. “May I walk you to the door?” he asked in a gentleman’s voice. 
      She looked him over and shrugged. No point getting her hopes up. “Sure. We’re both headed that way anyway.” She ignored the scowl on Kelly’s face. She would call her later.               Jessica walked ahead of Royce and only noticed his presence when he reached in front of her to move a chair from blocking her way. She mumbled a thank you and continued on toward the door. Before she could open it, he reached in front of her again and pushed it open, letting in the sharp, cool air.
      “Hail a cab?” He started to raise his hand, and she had no doubt that several cabs would pull over the instant he did so. He had an air of authority about him, as though anything he commanded would simply happen for him. She’d met very few men who held themselves with such confidence as he did. 
       “I walked. Just a few blocks,” she stated as she buttoned her coat, holding her purse tightly between her arm and body. 
      “Which way?” He dropped his hand. “That way.” She pointed north and was rewarded with a grin that displayed a small dimple on his right cheek, which she hadn’t seen during dinner. “Me too. Okay if I join you?” He slid his hands into his pockets. 
      She swallowed. “Sure. Why not.” She shrugged again. A walk was harmless.
      They walked in silence for the first block. Neither seemed to know what to say or how to begin a conversation. Jessica felt his eyes on her, but continued to look straight ahead of her. It had been a while since she spent this much time alone with a man. 
      Royce broke the silence by inquiring about her work. He gave her his full attention, asking questions when he didn’t understand something she said. He didn’t just nod and daydream like most of the men she’d dated. 
     She began to relax by the time they made their way onto her block. She focused on him as he told her about his new position. He hadn’t been looking for an executive job when he’d applied with Alex’s company, and he seemed cautiously optimistic about the new position.       
    She paused outside the steps to her apartment building to listen to him finish and noticed a couple coming down the stairs of the next building. The woman, a beautiful brunette, walked with a little limp as though she felt tender with her movements. The man walked behind her as a cab pulled to the curb, and he opened the door for her. 
     Then he slid his hand under her hair and cupped the back of her head, pulling her to his lips. They exchanged a passionate kiss, which he broke off, causing her to look disappointed. He laid a hand on a pendant she wore around her neck and said something to her that Jessica couldn’t make out. The woman’s smile spoke of pure happiness—raw joy—as though he had just said the most romantic thing in the world to her. 
     Jessica heard the woman say, “Yes, Sir. Thank you,” before she sunk into the cab. The man paid the driver and waved to her as she pulled away. 
     “Jessica…Jessica…” Royce’s voice pulled her back to him. 
      “I’m…wow. I’m sorry. I was…” She watched the man skip up his steps and go back into his building. 
      “You were eavesdropping on that couple.” Royce’s eyes glistened with laughter, his lips curving up at the ends. 
        “Yes.” She laughed. “It’s just…they seemed so entwined with each other.”
       “Some couples are actually happy together.” He pointed out, leaning against the railing of the stairs. 
       “She didn’t call him by name. She called him Sir. Isn’t that an odd thing to call your lover?” she asked, using her forefinger to push a lock of hair behind her ear. Royce’s expression changed. The laughter in his eyes dropped and was replaced with a mysterious look of seriousness, as though her words struck a nerve. 
        “No, it’s not odd at all. To some, it’s just as endearing as calling him honey or sweetheart—perhaps more intimate than those words.” His voice was smooth, firm. She wasn’t sure if she had offended him, or he was trying to teach her something. She swung her eyes to the door of the man’s apartment and back to Royce. There was more here than she knew about.           “I should probably get inside. I’m getting cold. Thank you for walking me home.” She nodded and began to walk up her steps. 
          “You aren’t one for hugs and such.” She stopped midstride and looked back at him. 
          “That’s a weird thing to say.” She faced him from two steps up. He looked up at her.                 “Not really. I noticed when we left the restaurant you didn’t hug anyone goodbye, and Alex’s kiss made you feel awkward.” 
           She didn’t know what to say to him. He was right. “Not every woman likes to be hugged and kissed all the time.” She shot back at him, and he smiled. Not a pleasing smile, but one of knowledge, as though she had just told him some secret he was looking for.                        “You’re right.” He pushed off the railing. “Do you think we could have dinner together? Tomorrow maybe?” 
          She looked down at him with narrow eyes. “I don’t know.” 
        “I’m not proposing marriage. I’m asking you to dinner.” He pointed out with a grin. There was his dimple again. 
         “Okay. One less night of ramen noodles is fine with me.” She shrugged, and he shook his head. 
          “You are not as complicated as you would like everyone to believe, Jessica. I’ll pick you up at seven.” Before she could respond to his first comment, he turned and walked away. She watched him for a moment then ran up the steps to the safety of her apartment. 


Royce walked into his two-bedroom apartment unsure of what he might find when he turned the lights on. The woman he’d spoken of at dinner had been more of serious break-up than he’d let on. She hadn’t taken the split well and was still trying to persuade him to take her back. 
       Melody hadn’t been a flimsy dalliance, but she was not what he wanted for the rest of his life either. The time came when he had to break off their relationship because he could tell she was looking for more than he was able to give her. The job offer in Chicago could not have come at a more convenient time. Unfortunately, Melody had found out from a mutual friend where he had landed and began sending “housewarming” gifts once a week. 
       When he called to thank her for the first gift, a new set of wine glasses, he kept the conversation short. He deliberately called during her lunch break, knowing she’d have to run into a meeting shortly after the call began. He sent a thank you card after the second gift—a set of martini glasses—and assured her no more gifts were required. The third gift, a set of shot glasses, received no reply from him at all. 
        He breathed a sigh of relief when he turned on the lights and didn’t see a package anywhere in sight. He tossed his keys on the nearest table and went to his bedroom in search of something more comfortable to wear. 
        He didn’t quite know exactly what to make of Jessica other than he found himself drawn to her. Her attempt to keep her attitude aloof and offer him indifference had failed. He’d noticed the tapping of her fingers on the table when she’d felt his stare on her. She’d wanted to look at him, wanted to see what he was up to, but she’d forced herself to keep her eyes elsewhere. 
        The peck Alex gave her before he left had made her uncomfortable. She’d wiped the kiss from her cheek as soon as he’d turned away, and she’d looked awkward, as though her brother had just made a pass at her. She wasn’t one for open affection, no hugs to all of her friends as she left, just a simple wave of her hand. But she had reacted warmly to the couple outside her apartment building. She had watched intently as they’d had their passionate embrace, and she’d listened with keen precision as the woman spoke to her lover. 
    What an odd thing to call your lover, she had said. He thought about how beautiful her voice would sound when she called him Sir for the first time.

No extra wordsForbidden Words - boredom, enuiKey Word - Waiting
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There is no punishment more annoying than to be banned from wearing pants.  It seemed such a silly thing when He first condemned me.  He had rattled on about me being too flighty, taking too many risks. “You fly by the seat of your pants too much!  It isn’t safe.” His brown eyes deepened to a black tar as he lectured me.  
One girls night out had gone completely awry. How was I supposed to know that Chelsey, my old college roommate, would strip nude and streak across Michigan avenue.  Due to the fact that a police officer had been present and carted both of us into the station, and James had to come down to collect us, I was being punished.  
He probably thought he was being cute, banning me from pants after making his little comment. There had been a sparkle in his eye when he deemed it a fitting consequence.  I laughed, then huffed, then protested as he removed all of my underwear, skirts, jeans, and yoga pants from my dresser and locked them in his chest.  He would leave out what I could wear to work for me before he left for the day.  The punishment no longer seemed silly.
After a particularly long Saturday morning, I sat on our couch in my boots and sweater. Waiting. James would be coming home soon with his mother and father for dinner.  He had left to pick them up at the train station.  Leggings had been left out on our bed, but he hadn’t said to put them on.  I heard the key in the door and grinned.




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TITLE: His Angel (The Angel Trilogy, #1) AUTHOR: Kimberly Blalock GENRE: Contemporary Romance, EroticaRELEASE DATE: December 31st 



SYNOPSIS: When Evan Young walks into Abigale Hayes’s life she falls; mind, body, and soul for the man she thinks he is, having no idea that the secrets he holds in his hands will destroy the girl she is.  Abby must decide how the truth will affect the relationship that has her craving more with every breath she takes and how she will take revenge into her own hands. Evan will die to protect Abby and will kill for her too. The events that unfold will change who Abigale Hayes is forever.
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Kimberly has been writing since she was a young girl growing up in Kansas City, Mo. Reading and writing has always been a big part of her life. She enjoys a world she can get lost in while reading a good book. A wife and mother to four beautiful children she decided she wasn’t busy enough. She spent some time chasing down fugitives as a bounty hunter then laid down her hand cuffs and finished her college degree in nursing.Kimberly loves discovering new music to jam out to and loves anything that’s different. Her many interests include Google, you heard it! Google. If you need to know any unusual or interesting fact she has searched it and can recite it. Her motto is: Why be the same as everyone else when you can stand out?When Kimberly isn’t writing or playing superhero for her children, she takes care of her patients as a Registered nurse in the field of hospice. Author links
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Office Affairs

“Do you think they heard us?” Gavin’s hushed panic filled the small supply closet in which we found ourselves hiding.  I shook my head and waved any further worry away with my hand, placing my ear to the door.  

Mr. St.Claire and a business associate had come into the small office Gavin and myself shared. St. Claire was the owner of the advertising firm we worked for, we were lowly accountants.  Gavin had assured me we were alone in the office, that all of the staff had retreated to the warmth of their homes attempting to avoid the long trip home in the snow.  I suppose he hadn’t counted on Mr. St. Claire returning to the office after his business dinner. Business never stopped on account of snow storm, even if the weather man called for ten inches by morning.

Gavin had been face deep between my legs when the flicker of lights shimmered from the front lobby. Thankfully, he wasn’t doing such a good job that I didn’t notice the illumination. I was able to shove him away from me and we dove into the small closet.

“Well, I’ll take another look at the numbers with my partners over the weekend, but I think it all looks pretty much in line with their budget. I’m not much of a numbers man myself, so I leave it to the number crunchers. I know what I like though, and I like this firm. Your ideas are just what my company needs to get back into the mainstream.” A deep, diplomatic voice boomed through the door. I could only imagine his appearance, but I figured him to have the look of Teddy Roosevelt. Mustache and all.

“That’s good to hear.”  A clap on the back signalled the end of their conversation and I began to breathe again. Their departing footsteps seemed to soothe Gavin as well.

“You think they're gone?” His voice reminded  me of my younger brother when we were children. After dinner we’d sneak cookie while my mother was washing the dishes and he’d always worry about being caught.  Taking another look at Gavin I shook my head. Yep, he reminded me of my ten year old brother at that moment and that was not an erotic point of view.  “You wanna head to my place...start over?” His hands slid up my back. I shook him off.

“I don’t-” My answer was cut short by the door being swung open. I stumbled forward and fell directly into Mr. St. Clair’s chest. He caught me with both hands, righted me to my feet, but did not let me go. “Oh!” I oofed and tried to free myself from his grasp. He held tighter and gave me a slight shake of his head.  His caramel brown eyes were focused on me, something dangerous lingered behind his authoritative glare. I remained motionless and silent.

“Gavin.” Mr. St. Claire spoke the babbling fool behind me but never lost eye contact with me.  Gavin stopped trying to explain himself and simply stared at us. “You are excused.” Mr. St. Claire gave a curt nod toward the door where Gavin scooted off through, leaving me to hang for our crime. I would have shot a malicious look at his back if St.Claire didn’t have me in some sort of tracker beam stare. “Now. Shelley.”  His voice was firm, hard, but level.

“Mr. St. Claire, I -”

“Can explain?” He let go of my shoulders, and a sudden shiver of disappointment ran through me as he disconnected from me.  “You were in there giving him a blow job.” He crossed his arms over his chest.  The strength of him seemed so controlled.  Everything about his was within his power. His hair never a mess, each strand of the sandy blond waves were perfectly in place. His suits always military pressed. Every woman in the firm found him to be handsome, and completely unattainable.

“No!” I shook my head.  He looked me over with a tilted head.

“He was going down on you then.” He raised an eyebrow, almost daring me to lie.  My hands instinctively smoothed down my pleated black skirt.

“Well. That is. I mean.” I sounded as ignorant as Gavin!

“Right.” He cleared his throat. “Tell me where you were when he was licking your pussy.” HIs voice dropped an octave, and if I hadn’t been watching his lips move I might have missed him speaking.

“I’m sorry?”

“No, you’re not. You will be, but not yet.” He promised. “Tell me where you were when he was eating that pussy of yours. I assume you aren't wearing panties beneath that skirt.”  

I swallowed hard. “I was in my chair.” I lowered my eyes from his.

“Don’t look away.” He reached out and lifted my chin with his finger. The slight touch electrified my senses. “Don’t be ashamed of your sexuality.”

“You’re not mad?” I looked into his eyes, they were softening. His lips curled at the ends, a small dimple appeared on his right cheek. I’d never noticed it.

“Not mad that you were getting your fulfillment, mad that you were doing it my office and that it wasn’t me under your skirt.” His words hung between us. I wanted to snatch them up and scrapbook them for later review.

“Oh.” was the best I could do.

“But, you were having sex in my office and I’m pretty sure that’s against my rules.” He dropped his finger and his eyes hardened again. “You will need to be disciplined.”

I swallowed again. “Disciplined? You’re going to put this in my personnel file? What about Gavin, why does-” His finger stilled my lips.  

“I will deal with Gavin on Monday. You, I’ll deal with tonight.” He stepped back from me and rested his hands on his belt buckle.  “You can either take a week suspension, no pay. Or, you can take ten licks of my belt.”

“What!” I stumbled back from him. 

"I’m going to give Gavin the same deal, so no sexual harassment claims here.”  

I stared at him for a long while. Ten licks. I could do that. I week with no pay meant no rent. “Okay.” I sighed.

“Smart choice. Place your hands on your desk. Stick your bottom out for me, and do not move.” He stepped toward my desk and took his position, waiting for me to do the same.

My heavy feet were slow in getting me to the desk, but I got there.  The desk was cool against my hot palms as I bent over and arched my back, giving him a perfect target.  It wasn’t the first time I’d had a belt on my ass, a few of my ex’s like to play rough in bed.  The sound of his belt coming loose of his pants rang through the office. I held my breath as I felt my skirt being tossed up onto my back.

“No panties, just like I thought.”  Before I could respond the first strike of the belt crashed down on me. I cried out, and had no time to register the second or third strike before the fourth landed on the tops of my thighs. He meant all business. I began to regret my choice as the six strap landed across my ass, the fire was out of control and I wasn’t entirely sure I would last until the end.

The final strike against my backside landed, and he threw the belt to the floor. I didn’t stand, instead I was pinned to the desk by his hand on my back as his free hand dove into my folds. He was petting my wet clit, stroking me with his fingers. “Such a good girl,” He cooed. “You can come if you’d like.” He whispered his permission into my ear. Just as his lips made contact with my cheek the waves of the impending orgasm whisked my away. Again I cried out in the office, but my cries were from pleasure.

Once I was able to regain logical thinking, I stood from the desk.  He helped smooth down my skirt and pulled me to his chest. A soft kiss to my neck and then to my cheek. “Now. Didn’t I tell you to stay away from Gavin? And, really, Shelley, in the office?” He released me and gave me another look of disapproval.

“I know. I’m sorry, but you were late from your dinner and I really needed a release.” I defended myself. “Is your little game over?” I asked pointing to the belt on the floor.

“Ah, for now. Although, I have to say, this spanking went much better than the others. Perhaps I just wasn’t firm enough before.”  He picked up his belt and slid it back onto his pants. “Now...how about we go home? The snow is really starting to pile up out there.”

“Okay.” I grabbed my coat from my chair and slid my arms into the sleeves. “You aren’t really going to give Gavin the same choice are you?” I asked as we walked to the elevator.

He laughed. A deep, rich laugh that made me smile. “No. I’m not going to say a word to him. You will though. You’ll call it off with him. You’re mine and I won’t be sharing any longer.” He decreed as the doors of the elevator opened.  
“Yes, Sir.” I grinned and stepped in beside him.

A Prompt from Hermione
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. UGH what a way to start my morning. Dickens and I have never really gotten along. I always thought someone that needed so many words to get a point across wasn’t too sure of the point they were trying to make.  A fury of dust particles flew into the air as I slammed Sir’s copy of A Tale of Two Cities shut. I had all day to read the first three chapters, and the morning was no time for Dickens. It was the time for a cup of coffee and facebook.

Sir left the list of my chores by the computer where he knew I’d find them: press his shirts, run the dishwasher and do the grocery shopping.  Shopping was the worst of the items on the short list.  He kept my chores to a minimum because I was supposed to be studying. After three years of my working for an accounting firm I had played with the idea of going back to school for my MFA. Two weeks after bringing up the idea out loud, Sir handed me brochures from three schools he felt we could afford and told me to drop my job.  So now I spend most mornings pouring over literature, writing papers, and searching my inner soul for the deeper meaning of my characters.

I flipped the computer screen on, thinking to check email, write a quick and witty status update then contemplate the dishes.  The screen flickered then died. I stared at my reflection in the monitor, the look of horror on my face.  No computer meant no distraction. In a state of panic I checked the cables and the outlets- nearly electrocuting myself in the process.  As I crawled under the desk to check the computer box a small piece of paper sticking out of the cd drive caught my eye.  I pulled it out and growled at the message scribbled on it in perfect penmanship. Sir had beautiful writing.  I saw the grade on your last paper. No computer. Work.

Of course he had seen the grade. There were no secrets between us. I hid nothing from him.  He’s not a micromanaging man, so I never thought to hide my grades.  The last paper I wrote on Oliver Twist was not my best work. I had thrown it together last minute, threw some classic quotes in, and peppered it with a lot of literature-friendly words, but all in all it really said nothing about anything. No computer meant a trip to the library and a hand written paper to be typed later.  I growled again.

“Carey?” A voice called from the front hall.  I crawled out from the desk and popped up just as Jerrica entered the living room.  Jerrica and I met several months before at a local munch meeting. Her husband and Sir hit it off right away so naturally we became friends as well. She held a partnership at a high-end law firm and normally worked long hours. Her standing in my living room at ten in the morning raised some concern.

“Jer, what are you doing here? Are you okay?”  

She tossed her bag on the couch and shrugged. “Not really. I took the day off to be with Ed, but he blew me off. Said I should have cleared it with him first.  He had some big job to do.”  Her voice held a playful quality to it, one I’d heard many times in the months I’d known her. She hadn’t come to chat about her husband’s workload, there was a play session in her mind.

“Oh.” Was all I could come up with. She stepped toward me until she was within arms reach. Her long chestnut hair sat over her chest in large curls. The blouse she was already unbuttoned halfway, and I could see well enough through it to know she had forgon the idea of a bra.

“Did I interrupt you? I know you’re working on your paper. Ed told me that Mark wouldn’t let you come out to play until your paper was done.” Her voice dropped a sultry octave.

“Oh, yeah. I was, but Sir took my computer away from me.  It’s all books and writing now.” I jerked my thumb at the silent screen behind me.

“How unfair.” She pouted with a smile. “Well. I’m here. So…” She brought her fingers to her blouse and slowly undid a button. I watched her with widened eyes. “Before you go to the library I have a chore for you.” She smiled wickedly as she unbuttoned another button.  

“Jer, I don’t know-” I tried to put up a fight, but the reality was I was too turned on to stop myself at that point. Her tits were so full, so round, so beautiful I had been longing to get my mouth on them since we had met. “I should call-”

“Will he say yes?” She unbuttoned the last button, opening her blouse and freely exposing her large breasts. I didn’t answer, only shook my head.  “Then don’t. Better to ask for forgiveness- I always say-” She had never said that to my knowledge, but she’d never looked so horny and fuckable before either.

A crook of her finger brought me closer to her. A simple nod of her head placed my hands on her breasts. They were so real, so tangible. I massaged them with my fingers, kneading them while she whispered wicked promises of what I would receive if I obeyed her commands. She reached down and pulled my skirt up, dipping her finger directly into my wetness. “See, you are so fucking hot for me right now.” Her hot breath washed over me as she used her free hand to bring my mouth to her nipple.

I groaned loudly as my tongue slowly lapped at the dark brown peak. I secretly envied her tan skin, and now I envied her tits, too.  Without any further hesitation, I wrapped my lips around her areola and suckled her while my fingers continued to play with her free breast. Her pleasurable moan only drove my need to fulfill her deeper. I flicked her nipple, sucked at her tits, and made sure I never neglected one breast longer than the other.

She leaned against the arm of our dark leather couch and pulled my head away from her chest, her fist was buried in my hair.  My mouth felt swollen from the work it had performed on her tits and she smiled at the sight of my face. “Fucking eat me.” She leaned further back and pulled up her own skirt revealing her cleanly shaven pussy.  Not thinking anything other than getting my lips on her, I knelt down and dove into her haven.

She tasted like sweet treat I had never tasted before. I held her lips apart as I licked her, flicked at her, and devoured her.  Fingers entwined in my hair hastened their grip. Her breathing raced, and I could feel her thighs start to tense. So close.

I slid two fingers into her and began to rhythmically move within her as I sucked on her clit. She arched toward me, slamming her cunt into my face and screamed out her release.  I did not let up on licking at her until I felt the last wave of her orgasm stop. I pulled my fingers from her and stood before her.  I pressed my moist fingers to her lips and she grinned as she cleaned her cum from my fingers.

“What the fuck!” Behind her, over her shoulder, I could see Sir.  His briefcase in one hand and a bag of what looked like take out in the other.  I quickly stepped away from Jerrica, who didn’t bother buttoning herself up before darting from the room. No need to witness the fury of one man when she would undoubtedly be facing her own later in the day.

“I- uh-” I stood before him, pussy juices on my face, babbling like an idiot.  He put his briefcase down and dropped the take out on the end table as he reached for his belt.  
I knew the best of times...and I know I would know the worst of times…..

I took a break. My day job has been killing me lately with so many changes and new things happening to the company. All good, and mostly my idea (the things we do to ourselves!), so I can't really complain. But, with all that and the holiday season something had to give.

But the holidays are over...or will be within 24 hrs, so it's back to chasing that little dream of mine. Writing.

Let's have some fun. Give me a topic, phrase, some sort of prompt. I will write a flash fiction/short story for each one left in the comments and post them over the next week or so, or as long as they keep coming in.

In addition to this fun, I'm going to get back into FFF and Wicked Wednesdays!
I'm still editing Secured Heart the second in my Windy City Series and am hoping to release it by Valentines Day.

In the meantime...have a wonderful New Year's Eve and try to stay out of trouble....but not too much... a little trouble makes for some really good stories!

Title: The One Addicted
Series: The One Trilogy #2
Author: Alexandra North
Expected Release: January 2015
Cover designed by: McCallum Creative
Hosted by: Francessca’s Romance Reviews

Synopsis

The sensational follow-up to Alexandra North’s debut novel, THE ONE AWAKENED

Book #2 of THE ONE TRILOGY



The sex is addictive, the love soul-wrenching…

Sebastian Silver had been Lucia Myers best friend for over a decade, but one proposition changed everything between them…
Her time with him had been everything she’d dreamed of; sexy forbidden, liberating – friends becoming strangers to become lovers but with one huge glitch – she fell head over Louboutin heels in love with him. That had never been part of the plan, for either of them, nor had the arrival of Seb’s girlfriend.
Now Lu is faced with forging a new start without him in it; now she needs to fix her broken heart. She throws herself into work but their joint business collaborations soon find her back within his arms, as together they sizzle but apart they are broken.
Sebastian is an addiction she finds hard to shake and despite a desire to protect herself from the unknown, the sexual force between them is too great to ignore. After much persuasion she agrees to finish their month of passion together. He makes her feel like no other man has, her body craving his touch and her mind his unending friendship. Seb continues to take her to towering heights of pleasure but such desirable highs can come at a price.
Forces out of their control are out to wreak havoc and gain revenge with tragic consequences and all the while, Lucia has this feeling that she is being watched, by another…

...
THE ONE ADDICTED is the perfect read for lovers of the internationally renowned This Man series from Jodi Ellen Malpas & Sylvia Day's Crossfire series.


About the Author



ALEXANDRA NORTH...

... is an Indie author of romance and erotic romance. She lives in the rambling lush hills of Yorkshire, UK with her swoon-worthy husband, two children and two guinea pigs Barry & Boris. She admits quite openly to being 'a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind' and when not writing, works as a Graphic Designer & Illustrator, something she's done for the past 20 years.
Other 'broom up the bottom' jobs include; mum's taxi, cooking and cleaning, cake baking, family therapist and complaints letter writer, for all and sundry - she's the one who won't take no for an answer! In between everyday life's tasks, she tries to lose herself with her secret lover 'monsieur kindle'- sssh... don't tell Mr. North.
Writing was always a hobby and took a back seat to University, work, parenthood and unfortunately later, chronic long-term illness. One day she woke and thought 'life's too short - I'm going to finish that blummin book!'
She now devotes her time to writing love stories full of humour and naughtiness. When she isn't manically typing away or trying to be the model wife and mum, Alexandra can be found shoe shopping (shoes are her weakness), cosying up with back-to-back TV series and enjoying her very own Sebastian Silver.

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Book One

The One Awakened

Synopsis



It began a decade ago with a spilt drink and a missed opportunity amongst two people destined to be together. Now ten years on, sexually frustrated Lucia Myers is seeing her friend as though it were the first time…

Everything changed that Tuesday night when Lucia Myer’s millionaire best friend Sebastian Silver returned home after months working abroad. She took one look at his spine-tingling face and in that moment he stole her breath away, for the second time in a decade…

As a single-mother, her priorities have changed; the only man in he life is her 3year old son Finn. Encouraged by her girlfriends she’s begun to date, but now, staring at Seb with fresh eyes - his appearance suddenly unfamiliar to her and physique making her mouth water; Lu decides that he should be the one to encourage her inner wantonness. What were friends for - if not to help when one was in need?
She forms a plan… a proposition of sorts; one night of pleasure, I’m open to anything, with no ties - the text reads. It couldn’t have been simpler.
She wants to be awakened by someone she can truly trust; one with a skilled repertoire with the ladies and one who will never want more from her – cue Sebastian - the ultimate alpha player!

Sebastian accepts her offer, but only on his terms, introducing rules that she must adhere to. He decides where, when, and that one night would not be enough to truly take Lucia to new heights and show her how it should be really be done! One month it is then…

The heat between them is scorching; the constant fight for control undeniable, as they struggle between the blurred lines of the term ‘mates’. Together they sizzle, but apart they are broken. They must become strangers, and forget their friendship to become lovers, for Lucia to fulfill her desires and for Sebastian to awaken her in a way no other man has achieved.

Soon their time will come to an end; can they ever go back to just being friends?
Forces from their past and present try to destroy their future and all the while, Lucia has this feeling that she is being watched, by another…

The One awakened is romantic, seductive, witty, full of angst, and will make you wish you had your very own Sebastian Silver to proposition.

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