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Who’s the Boss? Is it Frankie? or Gabe?

Tuesday, June 7th, 2016

It’s a brand new installment in The Vault Series.

Meet Frankie Stevens and Gabe McBride in

Who’s the Boss

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Who gets to be the boss when they’re both used to being in charge?

Frankie Stevens has always preferred dirt and trucks to dresses and dolls. Wear a pair of heels? Never. Construction boots are as comfortable as a pair of slippers. Her dream is to make a name for herself in the construction industry, the world she grew up in, by running the company she inherited after her father’s death. Unfortunately, somebody is willing to sabotage her business to make sure she doesn’t succeed. Looks as if she needs a security professional to protect her assets. Too bad that professional turns out to be the devilishly handsome Gabe McBride. How can she be expected to get any work done with that dominant, infuriating man around?

Gabe McBride has some old-fashioned beliefs. Being “man of the house” after his father passed away and now part-owner of The Vault, an upscale BDSM club, he takes his role as protector very seriously. When he meets Frankie, he expects a hard-edged, been-around-the-block-a-few-times owner of a construction company. Instead he finds himself toe-to-toe with a feisty sprite, who swears like one her men and smells like lilacs and sawdust. Gabe feels like he’s stumbled across a fault line and is precariously straddling both sides. She may not fit any of the boxes on his perfect-woman checklist, but his head is jammed full of erotic images of her. He’s determined to protect her and uncover who is out to ruin her business, but she’s clearly a woman used to being in charge. Now he must get this beautiful, fiery woman to submit to him for both her safety and her pleasure…

 

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Gabe paused, his finger hovering over the screen, but he didn’t look up. From afar, the voice had been deep and gravelly, immediately conjuring an image of what he assumed Frank Stevens would look like.

But from a couple of feet away, its texture softened and the smoky quality rolled over him, doing something funky to his insides. His cock stirred. It was the first time, in a very long time, that Gabe reacted to a few simple words. Words that offered no sexual inflection, no offer to please, no request for dominance.

Gabe swallowed, and willed his body to regain control. That voice definitely did not belong to a man. He raised his head, and his breath caught in his throat.

Before him stood a petite woman. A fucking beautiful-as-hell, petite woman. The top of her head probably only reached the middle of his chest when he was standing. In his current relaxed pose, she looked straight at his neck area. She wore her dark hair tucked up under her construction hat. A few long tendrils had escaped, and those she’d wrapped behind her ears. Ears that held simple gold studs. Man, he hoped her hair, when lose, cascaded down to the middle of her back in glorious waves.

She’d removed her safety glasses and had them dangling from the fingers of her right hand, leaving him with nothing to do but stare into a pair of exotic eyes, the most amazing shade of green. Some might call them plain old hazel eyes. But they made him think of colors he’d find deep in the rain forest. A jungle he’d happily get lost in.

Her waist indented just the right amount. His fingers itched to span it and see if they could meet. He didn’t think so, and that unconfirmed guess sent a spike of desire rushing though him because he preferred a woman he could hold without digging his fingertips into her rib cage. One he could grip around the middle while she rode him hard and fast. Then agonizingly slow.

The perfect-sized waist was currently emphasized by a button-down plaid shirt she’d tucked into her dusty jeans and closed off with a light brown leather tool belt. His gaze raked her from head to toe and back again before drifting down to her feet, which were covered in well-worn scuffed work boots. He dragged his eyes back up to her face and zeroed in on those stunning eyes, currently shaded by the brim of her white construction hat.

Holy shit. He must have stumbled across a fault line and precariously straddled both sides.

“You’re wasting my time, mister.” She rubbed her forehead leaving a smudge of dirt behind. “Who are you? And what do you want? Make it quick because I have work to do.

 

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New Release Announcement!

Monday, June 6th, 2016

Coming June 7th

The Next Story in The Vault Series!

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Who gets to be the boss when they’re both used to being in charge?

Frankie Stevens has always preferred dirt and trucks to dresses and dolls. Wear a pair of heels? Never. Construction boots are as comfortable as a pair of slippers. Her dream is to make a name for herself in the construction industry, the world she grew up in, by running the company she inherited after her father’s death. Unfortunately, somebody is willing to sabotage her business to make sure she doesn’t succeed. Looks as if she needs a security professional to protect her assets. Too bad that professional turns out to be the devilishly handsome Gabe McBride. How can she be expected to get any work done with that dominant, infuriating man around?

Gabe McBride has some old-fashioned beliefs. Being “man of the house” after his father passed away and now part-owner of The Vault, an upscale BDSM club, he takes his role as protector very seriously. When he meets Frankie, he expects a hard-edged, been-around-the-block-a-few-times owner of a construction company. Instead he finds himself toe-to-toe with a feisty sprite, who swears like one her men and smells like lilacs and sawdust. Gabe feels like he’s stumbled across a fault line and is precariously straddling both sides. She may not fit any of the boxes on his perfect-woman checklist, but his head is jammed full of erotic images of her. He’s determined to protect her and uncover who is out to ruin her business, but she’s clearly a woman used to being in charge. Now he must get this beautiful, fiery woman to submit to him for both her safety and her pleasure…

 

Watch for more information to follow tomorrow…like all the buy links and an excerpt!

 

 

#BlogTour Wicked Indulgence is Going on Tour

Monday, November 9th, 2015

WI Blog tour BannerJamie, Melissa and Daniel are hitting the road on a week long blog tour!

 

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You can find me at these stops throughout the week.

I’ll come back to insert links to the posts.

 

November 9th

JJ’s Kinky Books
Sandra Love
Smut and Bon Bons
Mommy’s Naughty Playground

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November 10th

Books and Warpaint
Bound By Books Book Review
Not Now…Mommy’s Reading
T&L Book Reviews

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November 11th

Bookworm Betties
Mama Likes to Read
One Curvy Blogger
Stephanie’s Book Reports

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November 12th

Abibliophobia Anonymous Book Reviews
Monlatable Book Reviews
Ramblings From Beneath the Sheets
Underneath the Covers

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November 13th

Book Boyfriend Hangover
Erzabet’s Enchantments
She Hearts Books
Cutting Muse Blog

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Please stop in and say hi to the hosts and myself.

And don’t forget to checkout the giveaway at each stop along the trip!

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Thank you to my awesome hosts and my tour provider!

 

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#Spotlight Confessions of a Punk Rocker by Nessie Strange

Friday, October 9th, 2015

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CONFESSIONS OF A PUNK ROCKER

SERIES: LIVING DEAD WORLD #0.5

BY: NESSIE STRANGE

GENRE: PARANORMAL/URBAN FANTASY

PUBLISHER: ETOPIA PRESS

PUBLICATION DATE: SEPT 25, 2015

PAGES: 268

ISBN: 978-1-944138-05-9

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Jack Norris just lost his best friend—who also happened to be his band’s drummer—to
a drunk driving accident. As he navigates the uncertainty of the band’s future, as well as his own personal demons, his life spirals out of control. To make matters worse, his dead friend is back, and it’s wreaking havoc on Jack’s sanity. When a new acquaintance not only hooks him up with a drummer, but promises to help get rid of his ghostly stalker, Jack’s life does a one eighty

coapr teaser 2 Drew MacLellan, the new drummer, is helping to bring the band back from the dead. He’s also got an insanely hot older sister who is definitely not Jack’s biggest fan. Jen MacLellan is nothing like the women Jack’s dated in the past, but the more he gets to know her, the deeper he falls. The only problem is, she’s got a boyfriend. Caught between his growing attraction and the desire to do the right thing, Jack does everything he can to keep things as just friends. The longer it goes on, the more he realizes it isn’t possible. Can Jack win the heart of the woman he’s fallen for? And can he figure out how to help his dead friend rest in peace…permanently?

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Living Dead Girl

 

LIVING DEAD GIRL (BOOK #1, LIVING DEAD WORLD SERIES)

Jen MacLellan has hit a dead end…

Jen knows tattooed, blue-haired Jack Norris is trouble the minute he opens his front door. And being a mortician in the avante garde East Side of Providence, Jen has seen a lot. Jack has recruited Jen’s teenage brother Drew to play drums for his less-than-respectable punk band, and Jen has no choice but to follow their gigs to keep her little brother out of trouble. But when Drew goes missing, she finds herself in the awkward position of asking for Jack’s help. Shocked that he agrees, Jen decides she may have misjudged him. Worse, she might even like him.

But when Jen is brutally attacked, she awakens in the hospital where a Sid Vicious look-alike greets her with the news: she’s dead, and he’s the reaper assigned to take her away. Yeah, not so much. Refusing to leave, Jen’s spirit watches helplessly as her loved ones suffer, powerless to ease her family’s grief or prevent the police from accusing Jack of her murder. Desperate to help them, Jen convinces the reaper to bring her back. But reanimating corpses isn’t as easy as it looks, and neither is finding a killer before it’s too late…

 

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REAPER MADNESS (BOOK #2, LIVING DEAD WORLD SERIES)

This isn’t the afterlife she expected…

Jen MacLellan can’t get the hang of being a reaper. She’s been separated from Jack, the man she loves, and is stuck with an annoying telepathic link to her ill-tempered mentor, Sam. Now Death is breathing down her neck, promising to remove that annoying link if she gives him what he wants. But when reapers begin to disappear back on earth, leaving behind walking, talking dead people, Jen and Sam are thrust into a dangerous mission to recapture the souls, and a passionate physical relationship that complicates everything.

Jack Norris has no memory prior to waking up on the half-demon Nulcifer’s couch six months earlier. As he begins to investigate his past, he discovers a string of past lives tied together by a beautiful, mysterious brunette. Who is she? And why does finding her seem like a life or death proposition?

When Sam falls victim to fate during a routine visit to earth, Jen’s devastated. Desperate to get him back, she runs smack into the man she never thought she’d see again—Jack. She tries to keep her distance, but there’s no time to be awkward if they want to save Sam. When sinister plots are revealed, and betrayals threaten everything, she’s forced to make some tough choices—and learns that life is just as difficult when you’re dead.

 

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VALENTINE’S HEAT I (SHORT STORY/LIVING DEAD WORLD SERIES)

“Lost Soul, Lost Love” by Nessie Strange
The Living Dead World Series

It’s Jen MacLellan’s first trip back to earth as a new reaper, and Mardi Gras is in full swing. When she happens upon Chip, a partier stuck in a perpetual 1983, Jen decides to help him

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Nessie is a Massachusetts native and mother of two who has dabbled in everything from abstract painting to freelance sports reporting. She also loves a good story, whether it’s reading or writing one. The first two novels in her Living Dead World series–Living Dead Girl and Reaper Madness–were published in 2014.

 

 

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#NewRelease How Wonderful Wicked Can Be…Wicked Indulgence by Anne Lange

Friday, July 31st, 2015

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Two men.

One woman.

How wonderful wicked can be.

 

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Jamie prefers one-night stands to the risk of hurting someone he loves. He’s not willing to repeat the past. Years ago his naïve attempts at Dominance left his girlfriend bruised and frightened, and she mysteriously left town rather than show her face around him again.

Daniel wants something more. He hopes that one day he and Jamie will find that perfect woman to share forever. As members of the prestigious BDSM club known as The Vault and co-owners in a veterinary clinic, he never thought she’d walk through their door. Or ask for his best friend. Melissa has done everything she can to protect the only man she’s ever loved.

Finally rid of her abusive ex, she’s living on her own terms. Only she never counted on Daniel, a man who ignites enough sizzle in her body to compete with her passion for her first love, Jamie. And in order for them to be happy, she needs to find a way to put the past, and the people who won’t remain there, behind her for good…and convince Jamie that he was never the monster he thought himself to be…

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“What do you say, Melissa. Want to give it a try?” Daniel’s voice dropped to a seductive level.

Unwanted memories from his past tried to resurface, but Jamie shoved them back into hiding again. He recognized that tone. Daniel had taken a predatory posture, all but flaring his nostrils and marking his turf. He stared intensely at Mel, his eyes dark with longing. Shit. If he had any hope of getting Melissa out of here, it had to be now. If he allowed her to be tempted by Daniel, all bets were off, because he couldn’t stand by and watch his friend fuck her.

At least, not without him.

“Out here in the open?” her voice squeaked.

“Yes. But if that’s a hard limit for you, we can go to one of the rooms if they’re free or behind the curtain.”

“I know what limits are, but I haven’t given any consideration to my own.”

Daniel glanced around the space, his gaze landing momentarily on Jamie before sweeping away and then back to her.

“This area’s not as well lit as some others,” Daniel said. “And most people are involved in other activities so we shouldn’t draw much of an audience.”

Jamie tensed as Daniel stepped closer to Melissa. Part of him wanted to yank her back and take her home. A bigger part of him cheered Daniel on.

“Does the idea of being watched scare or excite you?” Daniel asked.

The mere idea of fucking Melissa in front of other club members turned Jamie on in the worst way. But his fear of losing control in front of them scared him more. Once he had Melissa within his hold, would time slip away and he’d become that clumsy teenager again? The one who had a plethora of erotic ideas swimming around in his head, but not a bit of practical skill? Or would he be the apprentice who got so turned on at finally having a flogger in his hand that he lost sight of his sub’s feelings and reactions to the scene and focused only on the implement and its impact against her flesh?

His heart thumped and his gut bottomed out when she raised her head and stared straight at him. A gleam sparkled in her eyes he couldn’t decipher it. Jamie held his breath waiting for her response regardless. If she said no now, he could get her out and he’d never risk losing his control. If she said yes…

“I’ll admit, I’ve never done it in front of a room of people before, but I’m game.”

Was she challenging him?

“Who’s going to be the lucky one to do the honors?” she asked.

“Daniel.” Jamie needed more time.

Disappointment exploded over her face, creating a knot of instant regret in his stomach, but he’d made his decision and Daniel, the bastard, looked pleased as punch.

“Melissa.” Daniel reached for her hand while Jamie cursed his stupid ass. “Are you sure? Tell me now if you really don’t want to do this. And this can all stop and we’ll head back upstairs.”

Determination saturated her expression. Jamie’s heart rate kicked up, his pleas unvoiced but deafening inside his head. She tightened her lips slightly than turned full on to Daniel. The sudden loss of her heated stare reminded him of the dousing he’d taken as part of the ice-bucket challenge.

“I do. I want to. After all, that’s why I came here tonight.”

Daniel darted a glance his way. Fantastic. Now he looked concerned.

“OK, then. How about we start with you stripping, sweetheart? Take off everything but your underwear and lay over the bench there. On your belly. I’m not going to strap you down though. Unless, of course, you force me to,” Daniel teased. He even added a wink to soften the threat.

Jamie rolled his eyes. He knew Daniel preferred their woman tied neatly to the bench. The only reason his partner was being lax in his orders and behaviors tonight was because of Melissa’s inexperience.

Jamie’s palms grew damp while he waited for Melissa to remove her leather skirt and corset. He remembered her breasts as though he’d touched them last yesterday. Just a little over a perfect handful, they blushed beautifully when she was aroused. Large pink nipples that turned ruby red when he’d sucked on them just so. She’d always been embarrassed with the size of her nipples. For a tiny-framed woman, they were rather large. But he’d thought they suited her perfectly. He remembered how delicious they’d tasted and his mouth watered.

She began to swivel, presenting them with her back, but Daniel stopped her. “Face this way, sweetheart. We want to see you.”

She turned and Jamie nearly swallowed his tongue taking his first truly good look at her tonight. She’d left her hair long, but there was a gentle wave through it. Her makeup was light, just enough to add color to her skin tone. Her shoulders were bared by the corset that hugged her like a second skin, narrowing her waist and pushing her breasts up high. The soft globes jostled with every movement, tempting him with the very idea of a glimpse of nipple.

She began to unclasp the eyehooks one by one, slowly, provocatively, though he guessed she probably hadn’t intended it to be a show. Her fingers trembled. Jamie almost, almost leaped forward. Whether to help her or cover her up and whisk her away he wasn’t sure.

She’d started at the bottom, so when she released the last hook at the top and spread the blue material wide, her breasts fell into her waiting hands as the garment fell to the floor, making him even harder than he’d already been. Beside him, Daniel sucked in a breath.

She bent to pick it up, folded it, and looked around for a place to lay it. Daniel sprang forward. “Here, I’ll take that.”

She gave him a shy smile, then reached back to unzip her skirt and pushed it down over her hips to the floor. She daintily stepped out of it, picked it up, and passed it to Daniel. Jamie had to bite his tongue. She wore a skimpy black thong. A piece of string really, that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Not even a freckle.

“Well.” Daniel cleared his throat. “That’s hardly worth keeping on.”

She reacted, placing her hands on her hips to remove it as well.

“Wait. I didn’t say you could take it off,” Daniel chastised her. “It may not be much more than a piece of floss, but I think I quite like seeing it separating those exquisite cheeks of yours.”

Melissa looked as though she were assessing the situation. She swallowed. Gulped. Swallowed again. And nodded.

Daniel’s reflection expressed one of pure lust. Jamie’s own throat burned, and he suddenly decided he could use a drink of cold water.

Daniel stepped close to her and dipping his head, brushed his lips across her jaw. “You’re beautiful, Melissa.”

Jamie felt a twinge.

Melissa licked her lips.

“Bend over the bench, facing away from us.” Daniel turned her around and gave her a light swat on her behind.

She jumped.

Jamie flexed his fingers.

 

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