“Ta da. This is it,” she said.
He looked at the––well he could only describe the structure as ruins. The stone walls were crumbling and in a sad state of repair. They were covered in vines and other overgrowth. It was big––huge really. He had to admit that. It looked to him like a medieval castle; one that had not had any maintenance since medieval times. He wanted to say something very derogatory but bit his tongue instead.
“Gail,” he started, “tell me you didn’t actually buy this… place.” He choked off the expletives that came to mind.
Gail looked at him and was able to read his thoughts like an open book without the use of her witch senses. She giggled.
“It will be nice. With a little fix up it will be comfy and cozy.”
“A little fix up?” he asked in disbelief, as he looked at what he considered a piece-of-shit.
“Well, maybe a lot of fix up. It will be nice when we’re done though,” she admitted. She was still in an almost giddy mood.
“I think we might be better off tearing the whole thing down and starting over.” Again, he choked off the words he wanted to use.
“That’s what the other bidder wanted to do. That’s why my offer was accepted and not theirs.”
“I think they had the right idea. Seems pretty reasonable to me.”
Gail placed her hands on her hips and got that stubborn look in her eyes. “Jeffery, it will be nice, you’ll see.” Her lips formed a pout as her temper began to flare. He knew he was in big trouble with her when she started calling himJeffery. She only called him that when she was either teasing him or when she was mad at him. He didn’t think she was teasing right now.
His cell phone rang. Well at least that works here.
“Yes, I’m interested. I have your number and I’ll call as soon as I get back to the office to get the details.” He hung up.
“What was that about?” Gail asked.
“I’ve been offered an assignment. I’m going to accept it because it pays a lot of money. On the down side, it will require me to be away for four months.”
“Four months!” she cried. “You’ll be gone for four months straight?”
“I’m afraid so. I’ll be working as a bodyguard for a music group while they’re on tour. A lot of the time we’ll be in Europe.”
“Jeff, I don’t know if I can stand to have you gone for all that time,” she whined.
“Aw, hon, you’ll be so busy here with your… renovations… you probably won’t even notice I’m gone.” He chuckled.
“That’s not funny. I’ll be terribly lonely. I was counting on you to help here.”
“Sorry. Duty calls. Besides, I think we’re going to need a lot of money to fix this… place.”
“You just took this assignment without even consulting me first!”
“Ah, like you failed to consult me before you bought this?” He waved his hands, indicating the structure.
She didn’t say a word. Instead, she turned on her heels and stormed back to the car, not even taking him through the broken and hanging front doors to show him the inside of the house. She climbed in the passenger seat, crossed her arms under her breasts, and sat in a huff.
Shrugging his shoulders, he joined her. They drove back home in total silence. When they got home, she went into the house and slammed the bedroom door.
I guess that means the couch for me tonight. As if to answer his thoughts, the bedroom door opened and she tossed his pillow out onto the living room floor, then slammed the door closed again.
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He was someone who belonged in my wildest fantasies instead of a rest stop in the middle of Nebraska.
A sexy, cocky, Australian named Chance was the last person I expected to run into on my cross-country drive.
When my car broke down, we made a deal. Next thing I knew, we were traveling together, spending sexually-tense nights in hotels and taking unplanned detours.
My ordinary road trip turned into the adventure of a lifetime. It was all fun and games until things got intense.
I wanted him, but Chance wouldn’t make a move. I thought he wanted me too, but something was holding him back.
I wasn’t supposed to fall for the cocky bastard, especially when I knew we’d be going our separate ways.
All good things must come to an end, right?
Except our ending was one I didn’t see coming.
Heart Rating System – 1 (lowest) and 5 (highest)
Steven put Savannah in his rearview mirror years ago to follow his passion for music. When his band splits up and he can’t reach his little sister for weeks, he races home—only to learn his whole family died in a mysterious house fire. The house Brianna now lives in.
Together, Brianna and Steven learn who murdered Steven’s family and become caught in a web of intrigue.
Heart Rating System – 1 (lowest) and 5 (highest)
Danielle’s got three months to make her grandmother’s rundown Craftsman house livable. Her game plan is to get in, get grubby, and get back home to L.A. She needs a carpenter, and her best friend’s younger brother is a good one. It’s hard to ignore the buffed body under Ryan’s paint-splattered sweatshirts, but her friend declares he’s off-limits so Danielle reluctantly agrees.
Ryan doesn’t have the cleanest record, anyway. His recently ex-ed girlfriend wants him back, and he has a reputation for brawling. He’s also had a crush on Danielle since he was a kid. Despite their nine-year age difference, he knows she’s worth pursuing.
Soon the paint under Danielle’s fingernails starts feeling more natural than the L.A. sunshine. She’ll have to navigate plumbing disasters, money problems, and one seriously cranky best friend to find something she hasn’t had before: a real home, and a man who loves her.
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Calvin Edwards, has everything he could dream about, perfect lifestyle, running the family real-estate company back in London. He takes a holiday up North to visit his parents, only when out walking on his parents land, he finds a young pregnant woman attempting to take her life. Calvin wishes to help, becoming a friend through her troubles, only fears he’s out of his depth, let alone discovers his past comes back to life, sending his life crashing.
Kacey is pregnant and her life is out of control, with nowhere left to go. She descends on her mum for one last chance for help, only the door is slammed in her face. At her wits end, alone, scared and helpless until Calvin comes along. He becomes a dear friend giving her kindness. Only what she’d pushed to the back of her mind through selfish pain, is back. Her past has come back to life!
|(Book one, Treading the Boards)|
Violinist Stephen Ashbrook is passionate about three things—his music, the excitement of life in London, and his lover, Evander Cade. It’s too bad that Evander only loves himself. A house party at their patron’s beautiful country estate seems like a chance for Stephen to remember who he is, when he’s not trying to live up to someone else’s harsh expectations.
Joshua Beaufort, a painter whose works are very much in demand among the right sort of people, has no expectations about this party at all. Until, that is, he finds out who else is on the guest list. Joshua swore off love long ago, but has been infatuated with Stephen since seeing his brilliant performance at Vauxhall. Now he has the chance to meet the object of his lust face to face—and more.
But changing an open relationship to a triad is a lot more complicated than it seems, and while Evander’s trying to climb the social ladder, Stephen’s trying to climb Joshua. When the dust settles, only two will remain standing…when they’re not flat on their backs.
|(Book two, Treading the Boards)|
Love would be simpler if it came with a script.
Marguerite Ceniza dies on the London stage each night, but her own life has barely begun. The ingénue is on the prowl for a lover, but while she burns with desire for Sophie, a confession could ruin their decade-long friendship. In the meantime there are always men vying to be her patron, and square-jawed, broad-shouldered James Glover can’t help but catch her eye.
Sophie Armand has been a lady’s maid for too long, and she’s sick of keeping secrets. Her hidden scripts and the story of her birth are only the beginning. Her nights are haunted by desperate thoughts of the beguiling Marguerite, and of James, the handsome tradesman who whispers promises of forever into her ear.
James has the kind of problem a lot of men would kill for—two women, both beautiful, both sensual, and both willing. Sophie wants marriage, while Marguerite’s only in it for fun, and choosing between them isn’t easy.
What’s the worst that could happen if he secretly courts them both?
Their romantic triangle is complicated in the most delicious way, until a shadowy figure from Marguerite’s past threatens to destroy the budding relationship—and their lives.
Warning: Contains a lady’s maid with secret desires, a corset-maker who knows his way around a woman’s body, and an actress who never has to fake it. Rated for adult audiences only.
The Spade of Apocatequil can raise the dead and grant immortality—and it’s been stolen!
When supernatural agents Riley Perez and Jason, her partner at the clandestine government agency DUE, are given the task of tracking down the magical artifact, they discover that the culprit may be one of the workers at an archaeological dig at Shady Shores. Is it John Braden, the head archaeologist on-site, who was involved in the original discovery of the spade? Or is it Danny Roget, the anthropologist, who claims that there have been strange sightings? Riley and Jason’s hunt for the spade is endangered by a rash of sudden, unexplainable deaths of people involved in the dig. Together with Cameron Delaney, the intriguing alpha werewolf who runs Cerberus Security, the company in charge of protecting the archaeologists at the dig, Riley and Jason must find the spade before it can be used to destroy the world!
Immortality? Now that’s tempting. Throw in an army of the dead, and hey, any evil overlord would kill for that package.
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Lexie backed up a step.
“Now, now. Don’t be frightened. Nothing untoward. I promise.”
She snorted. “What exactly is your definition of untoward? I just rode a bottle for your wanking pleasure.”
“That’s all part of wine service. As is what comes next.”
“I didn’t bring it up last night because of how skittish you were, but there is more to it than stuffing that beautiful pussy of yours with a five-hundred-dollar bottle of Chardonnay.”
“Five hun—” She choked on the word. She’d been riding a bottle of Chardonnay that cost five hundred dollars. True, she knew nothing about wines or why one cost more than another—beyond age—but hadn’t known a single bottle could cost five hundred dollars.
“Yes. In honor of you and your first night. I thought it appropriate a five-hundred-dollar woman should ride a five-hundred-dollar bottle.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Does it get you hot to think about it?”
“You’re insane.” She laughed. “You’re also joking.”
“I’m not. Call Franceska if you don’t believe me.” He gestured to the phone.
She looked at the bottle and then at him. “Five hundred dollars?”
“Wow.” She’d never had anything that pricey between her legs. Her most expensive toy had barely broken the two hundred mark, and here she’d used a five-hundred-dollar bottle of Chardonnay to get off. “So what else is there? Sex, right?”
“If you want, but not what I had in mind right this instance.” He chuckled. “I’m not as spry as I used to be. I need a little more time to regain my stamina.”
“You look plenty spry to me.” She eyed his semi-erect dick. It hadn’t gone limp after he came. A few well-placed licks would probably have it hard again in an instant.
“Bless you, dear girl. You are good for my ego.” He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the back. “Now then. After riding the bottle comes drinking the wine.”
“I’m on the clock.”
“Not you. Me. And a little shouldn’t hurt your performance.” He gazed into her eyes. “Unless you’re a lightweight.”
“No, but I don’t want someone to smell alcohol on my breath either.”
“True. True. But you won’t be drinking.”
“So why do you need me?”
He kissed her hand again and ran his tongue up to her wrist. “You’re my glass.”
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In medieval times honorable men had to do what was required of them by the kings to whom they were loyal…
Thomas Lancaster, a widower with bad memories of marriage and a young son he barely knew was a hardened knight loyal to his king. In reward for his efforts fighting in the Crusades, King Edward gave him Middlemound Castle to hold for the crown. But the king decreed that he must marry the beautiful young widow of the castle’s previous lord.
Lady Gloriana Stewart had suffered brutally in her first marriage and had no desire to marry again. Yet she had no choice. She had to protect her people and obey her king.
All she wanted was for her new husband to give her a baby.
Having already lost one wife in childbirth, Thomas refused to even consider it.
Sir Rowan Montgomery, Thomas’s first knight, friend, and lover complicated the situation even more. Thomas didn’t want to give up Rowan and Gloriana didn’t want to admit she had feelings for her husband and for Rowan.
As most of my readers/followers love a good romp in the hay, I think you’ll be pleased by this historical tale.
Give it a shot, my lovely ones.