Thursday, September 29, 2011

Guest post 18: JKP

I found J.K.P. walking around the wilds of twitter. We started a nice conversation that I quickly ruined by being a pervert. I’m sorry, but cute brunette+me=perv and that’s just the way it’s going to be. So there. Actually that’s not the way it happened at all, but in my head I said some nasty things and she liked them, and hence she is now doing a quest post on my blog. However things actually transpired here we are, and I couldn’t be happier. J.K.P. is an amazing writer, as proven by the short which follows.
Her vision is rare and complete, her words flow seamlessly with strong connections to the characters which jump off the page and smack you in the face. She has a way of blending her words into your life that is kind of spooky, but resonates stronger than mere words should. The visualization of her world is easy, as she paints just the right amount of shadow…
I have to admit that I don’t know as much as I would like to about her, but trust me, that is going to change. I am quickly becoming a fan, and in a few seconds you will too.
J.K.P. has this to say about herself:
I'm a lawyer by day and a writer by night. I live to create compelling stories, and write about anything that I feel is inspiring to me. I'm currently working on a SF trilogy, called the Manicheans. By definition, manicheaism is a dualistic philosophy dividing the world between good and evil principles. The idea came after brainstorming with a friend. I was hitting a very rough time in my relationship and wanted to exorcise my emotional pain through a fictional story that would resonate with anybody.

The Manicheans are people like you and me. They struggle through life, and want to understand their purpose. They battle, among others, between good and evil, love and hatred, light and darkness, life and death, religion and absence of religion. The story inherently narrates their quest toward salvation.

I'm also a huge fan of horror. I love to challenge myself by also writing short stories that mix erotica, supernatural, and generally dark fiction.
To find out more about this amazing new talent check out her blog: http://themanicheans.blogspot.com/
There is all kinds of goodies there, including the incredible short story “Animal” which you need to read. Check her out, and get to know her before fame makes her snarky.




Look at me, and tell me what you see. Do you believe in the death of our flesh and blood, and do you pray every night for salvation when you fall asleep? I gave up on life already… I let you die in my arms, and I said nothing.
I always adored your smile, full of love and full of joy, a memory of the glorious past that we shared before everything turned to hell. I never thought I’d tell you this someday, but you should know… The babies are gone too.
My life was bound to you, and to the children you gave me. Now that I lost all of you, what will I become?
I had a dream last night. I felt the smoothness of your skin against mine. Your hips welcomed my touch when I turned around to hold your beautiful face, and I kissed you. I liked the taste of your mouth. The more my hands ran onto your breasts, and down your waistline, the more I pulled you toward me. I loved you with every inch of my body, pressing deep inside you as I heard you moan louder.
You surrendered to me. Suddenly, I grabbed you from behind, my hands following the curves of your ass while I penetrated you everywhere. You let me do these things to you, and you begged for more. I called you my whore, and you claimed nobody could replace you because you were so good at fucking me hard. I liked it, baby. I never wanted you to stop when you went down on me, and swallowed all the way. Your kisses transported me to heaven after you played these evil tricks with your tongue. Your talent would never be surpassed.
And now, what? I miss you.
Yet this dream made me whole again. I woke up with my pants down to my ankles, thrusting into this doll I bought before this whole crap happened. Nothing feels as good as a great pussy, but this had to do for now.
I hate to admit that I fell for such perversion. I long to touch you again… I must accept the fact that you’re gone forever, and I belong to nobody. I guess I’ll wait for my time to arrive, and until then, I’ll have my fun.
********
I drank a lot yesterday. I caught the news via the old portable radio we kept in the basement. Federal and state authorities quarantined the whole island of Manhattan, and all the power’s been cut. The military’s in town. They forced everybody to stay inside. They say it won’t be long before we can go out again. They even told us not to panic. Mostly we mustn’t use tap water. Bloody journalists who don’t know shit about anything, they think they can teach me a lesson now?
I broke the glass against the wall and cut my hand in the process. I got so angry when I heard them talk in their politically correct jargon that everything would be all right. I know they’re merely waiting for everybody to die, and then they’ll torch the whole place clean, as if nothing happened.
So what do I get to lose? Yesterday, life felt great. Today, I lost everything I cared about, even myself.
I want to fuck a real woman, and come in her face before I get killed too.
********
So babe, guess what? Do you remember Annie from upstairs? I admired that woman’s ass, even when you were still alive. I recognize I also lusted to suck on her nice jugs for the rest of the night. Well, I invited her to dinner – not that there was much to fancy on, but she has low expectations.
I don’t really know what took hold of me, maybe a demonic presence or the slow death of my own sanity. I touched her in places where she told me to back off. I couldn’t believe she did that, thus I slapped her hard, and she fell.
No, her skull didn’t crack open. I barely knocked her out. I took advantage of it. I pulled her to the bedroom, and I tied her to the headboard so she wouldn’t flee when she woke up.
I love her pussy. I so love it. She tastes like sweet honey. I’ll go to hell for cheating on you… but a man has needs, you know?
**********
It’s been days, and I spent my whole time with Annie. She feels really good. I reached a point where I come and I start again, because I can’t stop. She drives me wild. I handle her like a piece of meat and pound her deep…
Her face bothered me so I used the paper bag trick, and it worked wonders. All I want is her ass, not her ugly face. I taped a picture of you on the bag, so every time I fuck her, I actually fuck you. I’m such a genius. I won’t go to hell now, right babe?
I’m happy.
I listened to the news again, very briefly, and they said that the virus had shifted from waterborne to airborne. I honestly don’t know what it’ll change for us. We’re doomed either way.
**********
Annie’s dead. She coughed blood all over me and shortly thereafter, she stopped breathing. Worst blowjob ever. Damn, I miss you.
I had no idea what to do with her, and she started to smell, so I dumped her down the chute. She didn’t fit through the hole as one piece, obviously. The bathroom is a mess, and you would hate to see this. Good thing that you’re dead, huh?
Humor helps the mood. I worked on this bitch all day, packed her well and bam, she was out the door in no time.
Tired now. Am going to bed. Love you.
**********
Been spitting all day, my dick hurts, I’m angry and thirsty. No booze left.
**********
What’s up? I’m not going to make it, but we knew that already. I feel lonely. I wish my nurse were here to give me medicine. But where is she? Oh yeah… cold.
Mankind must have spent the whole morning watching us. I laughed. Talk about solidarity. We became an object of amusement to entertain the world until a better reality show will oust us off the air. I’d better bask in my fifteen minutes of fame while I can, right?
This journey cast a new light on my purpose in life. Nobody wanted me to stick around apparently.
Do you remember when we moved to the City together? We rented that small studio apartment downtown by Wall Street, and we had little money. We spent what we earned on the household, but we didn’t mind. In our dreams, we made it big. These times felt wonderful.
I recall watching you take a shower, your naked body under the water flow, your hands touching places I raved about since the first time I made love to you… I can picture it right before me.
I asked you to play for me, and you smiled. You put a finger in your mouth and you licked it real good. Ah babe. You looked so beautiful.
Once your hand reached your pussy, I started rubbing myself too.
What I loved the most about you was your boldness. You never feared anything. You tried out everything I suggested, and you knew exactly what to do to please me.
These days are gone. I’m sitting on this chair, my head on fire, and my nose bleeding, ready to jump on the boat that’ll take me to the other side. Maybe you can straddle me again in heaven…. I never used to believe in those things.
*********
Look at me. I won’t last much longer. That’s when good porn comes in handy.
Thank whoever’s up there for all the Playboys I kept in the closet. I overdosed before the fever knocked me out completely. I know I’m done.
Shit. I just coughed blood.
Last seconds before darkness. Babe, I hope you’ll still love me when I’ll join you. Don’t be mad at me, ok? I know I did bad things, not only to Annie, but to a lot of other girls. I’d rather leave in peace than with a heavy heart, so I’ll confess this to you.
Once you passed, I even killed the kids.
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Thanks so much for reading, and a massive THANK YOU to J.K.P for delivering such fantastic goodness to my dark little corner of the internet.
As always leave some comments and let J.K.P. know how appreciated she is.
Also, my friend Kat LeXXXington started a new blog at http://katlexxxington.blogspot.com I think you little perverts will love it, so please run over and check that out as well.
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Monday, September 26, 2011

Guest post 17 Nikki McKenzie

Many, many moons ago when Horrorwritingdaddy was just a wee fledging author (30 fucking books ago! Hell yeah!) I took me a writing class to learn the ins and outs of becoming a published author. Long before I said “Fuck this shit, I is gonna do it on my owns” I found myself driving three hours into the wilds of Pennsyltucky, where world famous Author and world class guy (and friend) Brian Keene was conducting a class. From 8pm till 10pm I sat there, raptly taking notes and asking questions. It was a good sized class, but I can honestly say that I became friends with every single person there. Some of these people I kept in touch with better than others, but one friend I walked away with will be a friend for life. Nikki McKenzie is not just a great friend but one hell of an author, and she is one of the people you want to get to know. Her imagery is fantastic, her ideas are second to No One, and she crafts one hell of a story.
She is a published author, with a big contest win coming out soon. She is set to be published alongside the very man who taught our class all those many years ago. There is no doubt that her success will leave me in the shadows where I shall gladly sit, enjoying her success as only a true friend can do.
So please, take the time to read and enjoy her first attempt at erotica. Leave her comments and share your thoughts. Enjoy.


Caught Us in the Kitchen
By Nikki McKenzie

“He wanted a bottle of my pussy juice…I suppose he came to collect.”
His breath hitched at the mention of her juice, coated as he now was in it. Said fluids slid down his cock and over her creamy thighs as he slipped in and out of her, a nectar far sweeter than any spring flower could hope to create. “Is that what he said?”
She moaned--in affirmation and absolute bliss, the refrigerator purring almost as loud as she. “He said he would’ve asked in the sixth grade if he thought I could produce.”
He chuckled into her ear and the pulsation made her insane. The heat of his breath on her neck radiated into her sex and because he missed nothing, because he was so in control of both of their bodies, he sensed it at once and thrust accordingly. A perfect pain invaded her core, broke through into that that deep, quiet place where she would always and only keep him. A sensation for which she would never find an equal, a man she could never explain--and wouldn’t dare to try. He was real. He was hers. The rest of it was background noise.
He drove in again, her heels sliding down his back, perspiration streaming down his spine. They were soaked…both of them…everywhere…each finding it almost impossible to get a grip on the other. Her hands were clasped at the back of his neck, her lips against his forehead. The excitement--and not the stifling heat--made him slick and she loved the way his hair, fine and smooth, stuck to his face. She delighted in its feel against her skin.
It was a long way from the body-heated counter top to the cold, linoleum floor and had he been anyone else, she may have given her safety a second thought. Her ass slid over the ledge as he brought her over him, their sodden spaces coming together, sloshing with each stroke. Precarious. Alas, he held her tight, gripping her tiny hips with hands that would hurt if he adored her any less. Tomorrow there would be marks, but tonight there would be magic.
Assuming they could get the tiresome rabbit in the corner to disappear.
The girl sighed, using her feet to force her fondest further inside, drawing a sharp intake of breath before allowing her aggravation to show. “How the fuck did you get here, anyway?”
She was speaking to Franky, of course--the bane of her existence, the dark cloud that had trailed her since adolescence, since Mr. Branch stuck him next to her in sixth grade in the hopes she could somehow straighten him out. For a creature sailing through life in a near vegetative state, Franky was relentless in his pursuit of her. She couldn’t count how many times she’d entered a store only to be notified by staff a few moments later that someone had followed her in, couldn’t fathom how many times she’d seen Franky in his awkward, gangly gait scuttle out from between some magazine racks or produce stands and scurry out the nearest exit.
“Well?”
She’d asked him again, knowing full well he wouldn’t answer--his mouth was taped shut. All he could do now was sit on his knobby knees and struggle against his bonds.
It was between her softened locks that she’d first spotted Franky, certain he couldn’t see her seeing him, and her first inclination was to let him watch. They’d already been rutting on the counter who knew how long before she’d spotted him, so it seemed pointless to stop. Her keyed up cries muffled beneath the waves of dark hair that swallowed half her face as she nipped at the skin of his throat, more waves of satisfaction surging in the chasm between her legs.
She whimpered in exultation, not at her stalker’s voyeuristic intentions but at her current state of grace. Her lover was so far in that she was certain something inside--like her sanity--had snapped. He used her pelvis to push down as he brought his body up, his groin grinding against her clit, as slick and as heated as his tongue would have been. She whispered.
Stay.
He gasped but said nothing, did exactly what he knew she wanted. He gripped her hips harder, carving crescent-shaped grooves into her backside as he put less distance between them, applying even more pressure to her already inflamed sex. “Don’t…” she whimpered.
He growled--literally growled--into her hair. His knees hammered the lower cupboards as hard as he hammered her. “I won’t…”
Had she been thinking clearly, she would have understood. He thought she meant don’t stop. She didn’t correct him. All she could think of now was the mounting ecstasy. She closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, her virtual silence maddening for him. It meant she was close. Any moment now she would hitch and an intense, throaty cry would escape her lips and plunge him into lunacy…
And he would fuck her like she paid for it--make sure she got her money’s worth.
He removed a hand from her hip and slid it up her back, calculating, anticipating the coming attraction--the one she couldn’t ignore if she tried. He seized a fistful of hair at the base of her skull and let the scene play out. Her every muscle tightened--especially the ones around his shaft, granting him the short but sweet illusion of being the one and only man to ever occupy that territory--as she took in a great and gracious gasp of air. He pulled harder, went deeper, until she couldn’t keep the cries, or herself, from coming.
She sighed and cried and whimpered as she climaxed on the counter. He moaned and begged and prayed, her name his incantation, his essence the least of the gifts he could bestow upon this goddess. And as his being burst out into her, a swell so great that it filled her up and forced itself back out, he sank his teeth into her throat. He could never bring himself to draw blood but make no mistake--he would stay until he could feel her pulse seethe beneath her skin, until her pussy couldn’t possibly pull any tighter around his member, until she couldn’t take anymore.
And when it was all over, when the animal fervor subsided and more rational faculties returned, when their bodies stopped shaking and their worlds stopped quaking and the room regained its upright orientation, the dizzying traces of Wonderland as he sent her head first into the rabbit-hole fading…only then did she remember their guest.
“What I meant,” she said as he slipped out of her with an equally accomplished and humbled chuckle, “was don’t look now, but we have company.”
His dark brows furrowed before she mouthed the words the window.
“Anyone we know?”
Amazing. He wasn’t angry or even irked at the thought. He was just…amazing.
She looked into his green eyes with envy--she would covet them as long as she could breathe. She would long to know what they knew of him before he came to her, crave the lifetime they would spend with him if her time on earth was cut short. But most of all, she yearned to know what it was they saw in her. But she digressed…
“Yes, actually, we do.”
“You’re kidding?”
“Nope.”
He searched the counter space around them. “Does he know you know he’s there?”
“I don’t think so. I assume he would have bolted, otherwise.”
“Good point. Little rat.” He leaned forward and placed both hands on the surface to her sides and sighed. “I’m going to have to fuck his day up.”
He laughed, kissed her with the warmth of a thousand fires, and she melted--the proof was pooling under her cunt. “Wait.” Kiss. “For.” Kiss. “Me?” Kiss.
Beaming, she said, “For.” Kiss. “Ev.” Kiss. “Er.”
And she remained on the counter until he returned with their captive now hogtied in the corner, hopefully enjoying this his last show. Jerking her thumb in Franky’s direction, she wondered aloud, “What do we do about that?” She then cupped his perfectly chiseled jaw in her hands, her tongue lapping up over his throat. His body trembled, and she praised every god who would hear.
We,” he stammered, “don’t do anything. You sit there and be beautiful.”
She went after him again, tried to nip at him, but he dodged and went for a side drawer. Oh, how he loved to torment her…and how she loved to let him.
“Hey wait!” she cried out. “I just…I think you should know something.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s sort of sick.”
“Sicker than fucking while one of your grade-school chums is shackled to a shelf a few feet away?”
“Yeah.” She never hesitated. “Yeah, I think so. I think it’s important you know what you do to me.”
“Go on.”
“I have to tell you…” Her toes curled anxiously. “If you were to pull a loaded Glock out of that drawer right now and say to me, ‘I feel compelled to fuck you with this,’ I’d feel compelled to let you.”
The playful shame in his eyes and the lopsided grin said, Now that you bring it up… But his words were, “I wouldn’t use a Glock…unless it was a ten-millimeter.”
And then he pulled a piece out of the drawer.
The response from both she and their detainee was immediate and identical--to eye the weapon and stop breathing. She didn’t know anything about the pistol, whether it was a Glock or not, she just knew she loved seeing it in his hand. He didn’t need it to have that air of authority but goddamn did he look delicious. I never understood the draw with the whole ‘bad-boy’ fascination but I sure as sweet fuck get it now.
And again, because he caught every catch in her breath, every shudder in her stance, he swept the piece along her inner thigh, from her knee all the way up to…
She still hadn’t moved by the time he slipped the barrel inside her. She fought the urge to close her legs, the ice-cold muzzle a shock to her already delicate system. Ravaging her the way he had left her raw, vulnerable, hyper-sensitive to his slightest stimulation…whether with the tip of his finger or the tip of his firearm. Didn’t matter in the slightest.
Their faces pressed against one another, he practically sobbed into her ear. His effect on her, the whimpers, the way her lower lip quivered…it was all he could do not to shoot his load all over his kitchen cabinets. He only stopped pushing the pistol inside when he felt resistance on the trigger guard--and the dampness on his cheek.
Tears.
Hers.
He withdrew the weapon, trying not to relish in the way her spine straightened at the pullback, something she did instinctively when stirred. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you?”
She closed her eyes, a tear falling from the corner, black mascara bleeding. “No.”
“Well…did I scare you?”
She chuckled. “No.” Then she opened her bright eyes and looked down at herself, his own eyes following close behind.
Drenched, everything, from her labia down to the linoleum, her essence dripping out and down over the countertop. The amber light of the track above them bordered her like a halo, her liquid aura glistening, some divine spillover. He said the first thing that came to him. “Angels are bright still, though the brightest fell…here.”
She said nothing. She didn’t have to. Sometimes silence said more.
He took one last look at the sacred space between her open legs and gestured toward it, gun still in hand. “Well Franky…we may be able to get you that bottle of pussy juice after all.”
Then, click.
It’s all fun and games until the safety’s turned off.

Friday, September 16, 2011

Guest Post 16: CASSANDRE DAYNE

CASSANDRE DAYNE is a friend of mine from facebook. She had been a constant source of inspiration, a friendly face, and someone I can get solid advice from. She has taken many a writer under her wing, and today I am honor to interview her and share some of her success with everyone here. Enjoy what she has to say.
When the words “Prolific writer” are uttered, anyone in the know immediately thinks of Cassandre. She kinda writes A LOT. As testament to this she has a mere 70 something books, so if you haven’t read her work, I worry about your state of well being. She is a staple in the erotic genre, with fun titles and incredible characters. Her situations, no matter how normal (seemingly) or entertaining always touch a part of the reader that seems, somehow, personal.
She is an experienced woman with a lot to say (no shit that’s over 70 books) and when she speaks, you should listen:





  1. Who are you? I mean that in the most Zen way possible; what makes you…you? What makes your heart beat and what turns you on? What makes you angry and happy? Who are you?
 I am a ballsy chick with a big mouth who isn’t afraid to get in your face if I feel like you’ve done something wrong. I’m also very passionate in all things I do from the clothes I wear to the books I write.

  1. Why do you write
to express joy and love and lust…

  1. What do you write  
mostly highly erotic pieces that touch on everything from  same sex to het sex and lots of gritty storylines with BDSM and ménage

  1. What do like most about writing?
The creative headspace I get into

  1. What do you hate about writing?
Spending so much time marketing – but I do enjoy that too – I’ve met a lot of great people

  1. Are you traditionally published, and if so by whom?
Yes – with Rebel Ink Press and Naughty Nights Press

  1. Are you self published, and if so why self publish?
No I wouldn’t go that route now and have investigated and it has a long way to go.

  1. What are the challenges/rewards of your chosen publication style (traditionally or Self-pubbed) 
Challenges – right now I can’t say I have many in truth

  1. What is in your office?
 Lots of computers. I own both in the MAC world and Windows. I also do a lot of creative work for other aspects so lots of printers too

  1. What Authors do you love to read? Why?
I love everything from Shayla Black to Carl Haissen

  1. Who is your greatest influence?
Hmm – that’s a tough one. Perhaps my mom who had such a tough life.

  1. What motivates you?
Need and hunger to finally get out there since I’ve been writing since I was six

  1. If money was no object, what would be the first thing you would buy?
Red Ferrari

BOOKS
  1. What do genre do you write? Why?
I write mostly highly erotic but I also do a series that’s campy murder mystery set in community associations.

  1. How many books do you have published?
12 to date with about 60 under contract

  1. What are their names, and tell us about them.
 Oh goodness there are so many. Why don’t I mention what’s coming up. In October I have two – one m/m piece called Punchback set in 2028 – where the criminals rule and my first f/f The Fire of Submission and two anthologies – Claw Marks and Twisted Tales – all with Rebel. I also have Pinked coming out from Dakotah Black  - the campy murder mystery and Red Fire – Surrender with Naughty Nights Press – the first in a trilogy about a sexy male cop who ends up submitting to a kink lover vampire.

  1. Where can we find them?
All the usual haunts – All Romance E Books, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Bookstrand, I-Books.

  1. Who is your favorite main character? Why?
 I have too any of them but I do love my sexy vampire in Red Fire.

  1. When is your next book coming out?
 October 3rd the party starts!

  1. Where do you get your characters from? Are they based in real life, or totally fictitious?
 Fictitious and real life

  1. Which book is your favorite? Why?
Pinked from the Pinked series cause I manage community associations and those people are just nuts and I get to kill them off in a sexy way


SEXY DRITY FREAKY

  1. What turns you on?
 Everything – from hot men to kink to ménage to BDSM. I’m very very passionate. I do love long hair on guys and deep blue eyes

  1. What is your favorite part of a man’s/woman’s body? Why?
Man’s – chiseled face and those eyes. Woman – breasts – I think they’re very sexy

  1. What is your favorite part of your body?
My long legs

  1. Where do you like to be touched?
Everywhere – who doesn’t?

  1. What’s your favorite position? Why?
Hmm – I like them all and love to mix it up.

  1. What’s your craziest sexual experience (that you’re willing to share?) of all time?
Four guys – sneaking into a hot tub in an apartment community we didn’t belong to  = NOT tell any details.

  1. A stranger walks up to you. Your single (or not, it’s up to you) what can they say to get you into bed right NOW?
You wanna play a game?
  1. What’s one thing that you have written about and always wanted to do, but never had the opportunity?
Hmmm – more horror in my pieces – just touching on now.

  1. Which of your characters would you like to fuck? Why?
My sexy cop in Red Fire








     Cassandre started writing stories and poems before she knew how to ride a bike and proceeded onto novels by age eleven. By the time she was an early teenager, she had written fifteen novels. As early adulthood, college and life settled in; writing was placed on the back burner but never forgotten entirely. Suddenly awakened by the rampant fantasies and untold stories of characters that flowed through her dreams every night and filtered into her daylight hours; she could hold back the creative process no longer.
     Cassandre writes highly erotic romance stories and novels in the contemporary, science fiction and paranormal flavors. Currently she has eight erotic romance novels published with Rebel Ink Press and several more under contract. Her recent titles include, Treats in a Plain Brown Wrapper, Her Sinful Long Legs, Revving Her Wild Engines, Shadows of Panic and Wicked Desire, Wicked Wager Among Friends  - Tales from Lucifer’s Lair – the first in a series, Breakfast Eye Candy, and her first m/m piece is came out in June titled Game Over. Her first full length novel was released in August titled Truth, Dare or Dangerous Intent. Her first print release – a compilation of several pieces is coming in September.
     She also recently had her first release with Naughty Nights Press – Spankdown with three other under contract including Red Fire – Surrender, Raging Shadows and Forced Fantasies – all due out this year.
     In addition, as her alter ego Bethany Halle, she is the host of two blog talk radio shows with Robin Falls Red River Radio. The Fire of Fantasy & Darkness airs every other month highlighting writers and other artists in the fantasy, science fiction and paranormal genres. Dare to Take the Plunge also airs every other month featuring writers, publishers, cover artists and reviewers in the erotic romance genre. She also is a weekly/monthly contributor to Naughty Nights Press, Erotic Diaries, After Dark Online, Kinke Magazine and Queer Online Magazine.
     As Bethany Halle she is also the Director of Communications for Rebel Ink Press and currently serve on the Nominating Committee of the RWA’s Passionate Ink.

     She was a Passionate Ink finalist for their Passionate Plume contest with Treats in a Plain Brown Wrapper and has received several four and five star reviews for her work.

Member of:

Virginia Romance Writers
Romance Writers of America
Passionate Ink
EPIC
ARRA – Australian Romance Readers Association


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The following is a synopsis of Cassandre’s novel, Punch Back

In the year 2028, there are only a handful of honest cops in Detroit, a city run by brutal mafia families. Detective Dane Shannon is waging a war of revenge against the men that destroyed his life. Determined to track down the killers, he accepts every assignment, no matter how dangerous. Punch Back is an underground club catering to the vicious world of savage boxing where the losers are forced to engage in kinky acts of sex. The prize for the victorious fighters is a chance at winning the championship and securing a place in the upper echelon. It’s also a perfect method for the Luciano family to take back their lost turf. Suddenly the losers are winding up dead, the owner suspected and Dane goes undercover.

Steele Lungren is the co-owner, a massive Russian with a dubious past. Angry at being in the middle of a waging war, he has nowhere to turn when he is pushed against the wall while his partner and current lover questions every decision. As Dane begins racking up wins, his attraction for Steele places the case in jeopardy. Forced to work together or one or both could end up slaughtered, they enter into a relationship that neither understand and the killer unleashes a weakness. Just as the killer is about to strike, certain truths are revealed. In the end, one of them will lose their battle with humanity and perhaps their life.



I can’t thank the beautiful and talented Cassandre Dayne for taking her time to chat with us. She is one of the few writers working today who constantly has new titles coming out. If you have never read her work I suggest you crawl out from under that rock and buy a computer, and then quickly buy a couple.
You can thank me later.
Of course, if you’re reading this than you already have a computer or a friend who lets you borrow theirs, in which case stop licking paste and grab your credit card.
Again, you can thank me later.
You may now resume your paste eating.

Monday, September 12, 2011

Enough with the slacking already... another post



Welcome to my dark little corner of the internet. The spiders have started to die off, mostly from boredom me thinks.
Horrorwritingdaddy has been busy. Real busy. With over 25 books up for sale on Kindle, Nook, and Smashwords I have been keeping up a breakneck pace that leaves little time for social interaction. This has become a problem lately, as weddings, family parties, a funeral, and football season encroach. How do I cope? Not very well.
I’ve neglected my blog. Sorry to all my faithful readers and the followers who expect more from me, but something had to give. I am working on a weekly post from here on out to pick up the slack, and any writers looking to do an interview or post will be gladly welcomed. I have some interesting plans, like working on a pod cast so you can all hear my sexy, sexy voice, and including some video clips.
Now that I’ve finally found someone trust worthy to edit some of my work. The only problem I don’t write like a sane person, and he can’t keep up with my output. Seriously, who writes over ten thousand words a day? If the voices in my head would shut the fuck up for thirty seconds maybe I could sleep. Sleep, kind of a nice notion, but still rather alien.
Additionally I started to increase my caffeine consumption by injecting it directly into the artery in my neck. It hurt at first, but the buzz I get is fantastic. Don’t’ know how healthy it is though, as I continually have to defibulate my heart just to stay above ground. That’s OK, cant’ live forever, right. Maybe I’ll come back as a zombie and write nothing but horror novels until my fingers rot and fall off.
Finally, I started to get up an hour earlier, waking now at 3:45 Am instead of the lazy 4:45. I also started to program the coffee maker so its ready for me and I can immediately start writing, rather than waiting the three minutes for the fucker to do it’s job. All these things combined have been keeping me going and helping me write more, and conduct business more. I’ve been slightly more active on twitter than I was over the last month, and much more active on facebook, making lots of new friends.
So I figured that since I finally got word my books are available for sale on Ravenous Romance I would take a few minutes to update the blog, let y’all know what I’ve been up to, and tell you a little about the rest of my books. I need to take a solid day or so to update my blog and put all the books on there, as well as the new and interesting places I’ve been interviewed, reviewed, and had articles published.
As a thank you to everyone for remaining a loyal supporter and friend I am giving you an excerpt of one of my novels after the list of my books. It’s from my new Erotic Horror series Vampire strippers, a fun little romp full of incredibly detailed (And HOT) sex, blood and gore, and even a little humor. I hope you like it, and buy the book.
In fact, here is a little deal for you all. I figure this book will be told in five parts, maybe more. If you buy and review Vampire Strippers on either Kindle, Nook, or Smashwords (you can find it by clicking on your e-book reader of choice) I will send you a FREE copy of book 2 before I publish it. Simply Click the link for either KINDLE NOOK or SMASHWORDS here and buy the book. Read it, and leave a review wherever you bought it. Then, email me at mssproductions@verizon.net and tell me you done did it, and I’ll send you the book as soon as it’s edited. How’s that for fucking awesome?

 

Witches House: The Chronicles of Rosario – A 5 star reviewed collection of paranormal erotic books centering around Rosario, an enigmatic and gorgeous witch who struggles to uphold the laws set forth by the witches council, the governing body of the supernatural world.
Book 1 The Bitch
Book 2 Stanley
Book 3 The Evil Breed

Spanking Sarah, the collected works Books 1-3 – A light BDSM romp centered around a bored housewife who finds sexual satisfaction at the hands of an erotica author she meets online.

Cocking Bo, The collected works Books 1-3 – Hot M/M action centering around a group of friends. The youngest of them, Bo, is a handsome man still finding his place in the world.

16 Sex Stories – Just like it sounds. All the sex, no filler. Largely excerpts from his previous novels the Author has cut everything but the sex scenes out giving you a highlight reel of the intense sexually explicit action.

Too Taboo Too Wrong the collected works Books 1-3 – The books banned by Amazon for being too controversial, this collection involves very raw scenes of blasphemy, incest, and related Taboo sex. Includes Making my sister Come, Father Davies, and The Beginning of the Sex shop.

Horror 5 Short Stories Book 1
Horror 5 Short Stories Book 2

Restaurant Confessions Book 1: I Made Her Nervous.
Restaurant Confessions Book 2: Tina wants it Hard – semi-autobiographical accounts from the author as related to his past life as a restaurant manager

Vampire Sex – What happens when a vampire hunter is more than he seems, and the vampire he traps and plans on killing is more than she seems?  This is revealed amidst some of my favorite sex scenes.

Save the Vampire Strippers – When a truck driver walks into the mythical Dual Holes Strip Club he finds more than he bargains for. Does he have what it takes to Save the Vampire Strippers, or will he get himself killed for trying?




VAMPIRE STRIPPERS EXCERPT:

Candy sauntered across the floor on six-inch platform hooker heels, wide hips swaying and massive breasts bobbing. She ignored the lascivious glances that covered her body as she headed for the stage. Long Black hair tied in a ponytail touched the top of her firm rump, almost pointing to it, as if the tight round mounds needed the added attention. Thigh muscles stood out as she climbed the stairs making her incredibly long legs seem endless. She was captivating; just over six feet tall in her heels, pale skin that glowed neon in the black lights of the club, thick muscular legs, raven-black hair, and the face of a horny angel. Her bee-stung lips painted the brightest ruby red you would ever hope to see stood out like a beacon over massive almond shaped eyes that shone electric blue. Her body moved with a lithe grace sorely missing from every other dancer at the club, making her stand out even more.
She took the stage and the lights dimmed a little more as the smoke machine began hissing out a make shift cloud. Music changed from the loud electric beats to some old rock tune, the volume rising enough to make the spectators ear drums curl a little further inside their heads. The area surrounding the stage was suddenly filled as every guy in the place suddenly decided they needed a front row seat. This is what most of them had come here for.
Larry was sitting alone, off to the side of the stage watching the gorgeous brunette do her thing. His eyes were locked on her tits, following every movement as she danced around and slid over the pole. He jumped a little as someone put their hand on his shoulder.
He glanced over at the petite blonde who stood there, her smallish breasts directly at eye level. She had one hand on his shoulder. The other held a leash. Larry followed the gleaming chain from the blonde’s hand to where it met a dog collar that sat around the neck of a young redhead. She was barely legal, her pretty face shimmering with innocence. Large breasts shook as she took in a deep breath, her nervousness washing over her in palpable waves. One of them smelled like jasmine.
“Hi.” The blonde pushed Larry away from the bar and sat down on his lap. “My name is Tina, and this is my pet, Ashley.” She motioned to the red head that smiled politely and then cast her eyes at the floor. “We were wondering if you would let us take you into the back and suck your cock.”






Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Guest Post 15 Mindi Ferrari

MINDI FERRARI: GODDESS


I have been lucky enough to meet some incredible authors, and even luckier to get to know some of them pretty well. While sharing my snarky wit on Facebook recently I started to chat with Mindi, and I found her to be one of the most incredible people to ever put pen to paper, or fingers to keyboard. Not only does she have the mouth of a sailor, but this pretty little minx is one of the most interesting and sexy women writing Romance and/or Erotica today. Forget that she is gorgeous, or that her body is so fucking incredible it would make a grown man melt (well, only parts of men melt around her, other parts get rather…stiff) Forget that she is witty and sarcastic and quick. Forget that sexuality oozes from her pores, that her words melt your heart and her eyes (good god her fucking eyes) look into your soul. Forget all that, because her talent very nearly eclipses it all.
She is a published author, and she may be the only person I ever met whose word count could rival mine. She is focused, intent, and without a doubt the type of woman who gets whatever she wants.
Enough palaver; I give you Mindi Ferrari – Goddess







Interview



Tell us a little bit about yourself, personally. (Married, kids, dogs, day job, hobbies, likes, the usual getting to know you shit)

Now aint this a loaded fuckin question. I will make this simple and sweet. I have a lot of kids. I write for a living, build websites, and do some side work *wink* and my hobbies are reading, writing, sex, blowjobs, and if you’re lucky “You”. I like to think I’m a free spirit but then my ADHD kicks in and messes shit up. No peace for us Italian woman, we can never stay calm. And I curse like a sailor, so onto the real shit…
First off lets state that I am not normal, nor have I ever been. I am as crazy as they come. I have a brain that turns like a hamster wheels, and body that somehow has adopted some form of ADHD, and my attention is like a dog; always on to something else, new, and fun. I have always had a passion for reading and writing. Since I was 10 years old I dreamed of writing horror novels. Those dreams quickly ended with the realization that boys and girls were supposed to not only get along with one another, but they were so supposed to fall in love and live happily ever after. I have taken just about every course college had to offer, majoring in criminal justice, with minor in elementary education & working as a substitute teacher. When I write I don't just take from the things I've learned over the years. I use words to describe characteristics, attributes, and everyday life. My words bring everything to life. Vivid details that make your mind spin as if you are watching a movie. The romance that I write is something that I personally crave, and of course what women doesn't. Love and sex aren't just about words being written; it’s about the passion you put behind those words. It’s about making your own heart beat a mile a minute knowing that the words you just wrote touched you as well as others. I love to make readers laugh with the humor and arrogant attitudes characters have. Making the tears flow from their eyes because they just read something so saddening it hurts their heart and feels every bit real.  The most important aspect for me with writing romance novels is making the reader feel sexy as well making them heat up an get warm between the legs, almost begging their lover to do the things I write to them. Each scene and character is personal and becomes a best friend to my mind. At times I find them the men sitting around a table playing cards, making wise cracks and asking me when I'm gonna get off my lazy ass and write something so they have something to do that day. I hear the women begging for the men to rescue them and touch them all over, to ease their waiting hearts. So for me this is my real world. This is the world I get to bring to life and share with you. Because sharing my stories and worlds is more important then anything this life has to offer. Whew that was a mouth full.

Where do you live, where did you grow up? What was your childhood like?
I live in Las Vegas, Nevada and have lived here since I was 8 so everything else before is obsolete. My child hood was amazing; there were flowers and rainbows everywhere. J/K, I grew up seeing all the shit a kid shouldn’t, even managed to save my moms boyfriends life after he was shot, I was 13. Seen my sister try and kill herself as well. I have been everywhere and seen almost everything, but hey that’s life and what doesn’t kill us, us writers pour into our books. Stupid people always open my eyes to more. I like to think the things I write and think about will play out through my very short life.

What genre do you write and why?
I write Paranormal Romance, I have a thing for Vampire and Angels. I also write contemporary romance and just finished my first Navy Seal erotic romance that will be out in February. I plan to dabble in a little bit of everything but also stick to my roots writing about all things that go bump in the night and make you get all wet and warm under your covers.

What has been your biggest success to date?
I don’t really measure my own success. I could say that getting published has been my greatest accomplishment though.

What titles do you have published?
The First Taste, which is a YA romance, Midnight Assassins, Wicked Games, Dark Days.

Are you self published and/or traditionally published? Why did you make that decision?
Traditionally published. I just prefer to not have too much grunt work, I like my shit handed to me on a platter. Again joking. I guess for me it was being involved with other authors and being plugged into that network.

What’s your most recent book about?
Lets go with Midnight Assassins, I will post a little synopsis; Annie was definitely not ready for the life that was about to be handed to her.  She was dealing with a job she liked, but a boss she hated. She had no family and only one true friend. One horrible day took her life by surprise. Beaten and almost dead she finds her life in the arms of a handsome, over bearing vampire and wants nothing more than to stay put there forever, but can't seem to let go of her past.
Nicholie was definitely on a mission in his life; to kill the hunters that killed his sister Emma, and maintaining his life as an assassin, which was more than time consuming. Closing in on a lead, he ends up finding Annie instead, and falls head over heels with this breathtaking human that he wants to make his own, testing his very belief system as a vampire.

Where do you get your character ideas?
Well it’s the basics. I think of the man or God I would love to tear into my ass and eat me alive with his personality and his sexy looks and I run with it. As for the woman, I try to do the man’s counterpart, the one who isn’t supposed to make him want or need but does. The woman who brings him to his knees. Like I do with every man lol….

Where do you get your book ideas?
I would like to say dreams, but it’s not that simple. It’s usually ideas that I have thought up, or something I’m very passionate about. Shit there’s inspiration every day when you look around, and its always how I interpret things. You might see a man riding a horse, I might see a night on a dragon, and then the ideas start flowing.

Why do you write?
Good question… It’s in me, in my veins, I can feel the words circling my entire system ready to climb out onto the computer screen. Telling stories has always been a passion for me, and of course I love nothing more than to know I please people with the thoughts and ideas I can produce. If I can give one erection or make someone’s nipple hard, then I have succeeded.
What are your favorite books?
More like favorite author, JR Ward, I love her and will read anything she rights. I would give anything to pick her brain and watch her at work for a whole day.

Favorite movies?
I would have to say anything action. Of course I am a hopeless romantic too, but I love a movie where I didn’t expect the ending and it blew me away. I love zombie movies and will watch anything you put in front of me that has this. 

Favorite actors?
Actors what? Ah who knows, I more of a book lover and can never remember those famous peoples names on the big screen.

Favorite TV shows?
True Blood and Weeds…

Favorite type of music/Band?
Everyone who knows me knows I love classic rock and blues. I love Bad Company and will take their CD to my grave.

Favorite song?
Feel like makin love by Bad Company


What turns you on?
A man that knows what he wants and takes it. Of course he has to have the charm to back that shit up. I don’t like games either, so give me a man that s up front and goes after it, then you will find my inner thighs wet and everything ready.

What is your definition of a romantic evening?
Simple and sweet. The man I love telling me how much he loves me, I mean really looking at me like I’m the only thing that exists in his world, having my jaw and face placed between his hands and kissing me. Then carrying me into the house and having his way with me. That’s it…

Imagine your single, walking around a public place. A handsome stranger walks up to you. What does he look like, what does he say, what does he do to get you back to his place for wild crazy sex?
Well first off this sexy stranger better come equipped with a decent ego, and he better have tattoos. I only service men that come tatted up lol... I would have to say he’s about 5’8 dark brown eyes, devious smile, and smells amazing. The second part of the question, well…Is not easy so his words better be smooth, and he might want to realize who’s actually doing the dancing here, because it might be me wanting the wild sex more than him and I say this biting my lower lip. I can be pretty aggressive.
What’s the most sure-fire way to get you off? Hmmm. This can go either way, I love the middle of my neck to be kissed and licked, and it drives me wild. Now in bed, well that’s my secret…

When you’re lying in bed naked, mind running away while your fingers slip down over your trembling belly, what do you think of?
I think of that man that sparks my nerve endings and gives me chills, and then I picture what he would be doing to me if he were in this bed as well. It’s always my dark sexy tattooed man...

What books have you read recently that turned you on and why?
Well I just finished your book Christian and wow... I like books that hit the desire in all of us. Authors that aren’t shy with their words. Say things we are all thinking. I like to be taken to that level that only someone as open and curious as me can be taken.

What movies have you seen lately that turned you on and why?
None, only words turn me on. I mean I love porn just like the next but you would have to know me to understand that question.

If money were no object what would you do?
 I would search for a cure for Lupus and then, then its simple buy a cabin in the mountains right by a lake and write till I die.

What is your favorite part of your body? Least favorite?
 I like my eye color, and my least favorite is my nose..

What is your favorite part of a man’s body? Least favorite?
 Oh God nothing drives me more wild then sexy shoulders and back, mmm I could daydream about these all fuckin day. Least favorite, that’s nonsense. Men are too enticing and sexy for that to even exist. So lets go with breath. Men take care of your shit, women love minty breath.

Where do you like to be touched?
Wow Chris, another loaded question. Depends on the situation. In general my neck and jaw, I like a man to grab there and give e that kiss of life.

When you’re sweaty, naked, and tangled up with someone what kind of music is playing?
 I can have sex to anything. But to be honest blues music always does it for me.. Or even some classic rock.

Is there any one song or poem or phrase that gets you wet?
 I need you

You design websites, how did you get into that? What do you like/dislike about it? Doing my own, after a while it sort of caught on. I like doing things that are tedious and make you think about color and function and the big picture. Theres nothing I dislike about it..

Your website Sinfulwritings.com showcases author interviews, an authors blog, and tons of fun goodies. Why make a website where other authors are showcased, why not just concentrate on yourself?
Well I do I have http://www.mindiferrari.com/. But this website was more about the things us erotic authors crave and need. I wanted to give a spot where I could also call it home and get to know all these amazing authors and people that have the same passions in life as me. I’m sure Sable Hunter my best friend and co-partner on this can agree.

What are your goals as a writer?
 Personally? Honestly I just want to write and do what makes me happy, it was never about the money or what I get all of my writing its for  the readers and how I can make others happy with my words. If just one person reads my books and likes them, I will die a happy woman.

Where are we going to find Mindi Ferrari in a year? In 5?
Wow loaded question and im glad you didn’t go further on the years ha! Hopefully still writing and maybe even more in love.. In five, who knows I just hope im healthy and happy.

What drives you?
My kids. They keep me on my toes and make me want a great future. And knowing I don’t get to liveas long as the rest of you sure kicks my ass into gear.

What would our readers be shocked to know about you? What’s your guilty pleasure, dirty secret, strange quirk?
Oh gees I don’t know because it sure seems normal to me. I love my vibrator more than life hahaha. A good friend of mine even named it for me, “Night Rider” me and you all the way baby…

In my opinion all women have some specific kind of crazy. What’s yours?
 My crazy... I think a lot, I love to hard, I care too much, and last but not least, once you are in my life I will always need you there... Whether you like it or not... I’m a packaged deal baby, crazy personality and all…

Your last name is Ferrari. Are you anything like the exotic, expensive car of your namesake?
I’m nothing like that car, I mean beauty sure but fast and expensive hell no. I’m more of a slow love making, Olive Garden eaten, make me laugh and I’m yours.

Any parting words for our readers?
READ MY BOOKS... I hope you enjoyed reading about yours truly and Chris this was awesome, anytime you have my heart and my words... Check out my website or Facebook page I come locked and loaded with good surprises...

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Getting to know Mindi has been an incredible treat. I’m not too shy to admit that I am developing a huge crush on her, and It’s probably a good thing that she is in Vegas and I am in Jersey. Then again, I always wanted to visit Vegas…

I got to read one of her books, and Wow… holy shit is this beauty talented. Her characters become friends and lovers, every word is like poetry whispered in your ear by a Goddess. Some parts I read over again, just because I enjoyed it so much. I don’t usually do that.

Since I enjoyed her writing so much I wanted her to share something with all of you, my faithful readers. I asked her to provide an excerpt so you could get to know her talent as I have. Read it, and then rush right out and buy the book. You won’t be sorry.





Excerpt 2 Midnight Assassins. (R-rated)
Hearing him growl deep in his chest made the wetness between her legs pool.
“I’m hungry Annie, and your body is just too tempting. I-I-I have too—” Annie cut off his words and pushed his mouth to her neck. Before she knew it, his teeth latched on and he began sucking hard. She felt her blood leave her veins, and grew dizzy, but the stars she saw were colorful and felt like little orgasms popping all over her nerve endings.
His fangs were like straws, drawing her into his stomach.
“Oh Nicky!” she moaned as she felt her body getting lighter, even drifting away. His intense sucking made her orgasm three times before he stopped. His chest heaved and his eyes were half-mast as he looked at her. 
“Are you better?” she asked caressing his cheek. A look of intense desire lit up his face as he pulled back and pushed her body up. He slid down the mattress and gripped her ass with both hands.
 His grip tightened as he pushed her body up the mattress and towards the headboard. “Grip now,” he demanded. She immediately followed and gripped the headboard, her breasts pressing against the cold wood. She looked down to see Nicky licking his lips. A grin appeared on his face like a man about to eat a delicious dessert. The butterflies went to work at the mere thought of him being down there about to devour her.
She didn’t want to hesitate nor did she think he would allow it, so she braced her knees and clamped tight to the headboard, completely submissive to his charming words.
“Nicky I—” Cutting her off, he went to work on her core, licking and kissing every centimeter. Annie’s head flew back and she gripped the headboard with one hand and her breast with the other. He lapped and circled her clitoris, then drove two fingers in instantly.
She lost control...grinding and trashing against him.
Tingles and sensations she had only felt a few times in her life erupted. Every bit of anticipation boiling out of her body, hell she couldn’t even watch him like she wanted to because all her back wanted to do was arch the other direction. Then he bit hard on her inner thigh and began to suck there. As she cried in ecstasy, he sucked harder, his fingers still playing their role inside her. She had never been this wet for any man. She had never felt this good or intense at the same time. He pulled her down, flipped her over then fixed her legs, spreading them just right for him, which wasn’t hard considering her whole body felt like a wet noodle.
When he raised his body up and slowly entered her, it was like a firing squad went off through her muscles. Her Limbic system was setting off small explosions of sensation all over her body, sending her straight to heaven.
She had no fear, as the two of them made love. She felt incredible, safe, like she had someone in her life all to herself.
He kept it slow at first, and tenderly eased himself all the way inside her. Once all the way inside he met her mouth and grinded their pelvises hard. Then he eased back out, just so the tip of his head teased her entrance. Back in he went this time faster, sending Annie completely over the edge.
He rocked into her hard, pulling in and out. Thrusting till the sensations overtook her. He collapsed over her, grinding her clit as she thrashed beneath him. Finally, the last round hit both of them and Nicky clenched onto her lips with his, he groaned and she moaned. She felt his seed fill her up, every last drop pouring into her body. She was now filled with his essence, the very essence she had tasted in her dream. Nicky kissed her body lightly as he trembled against her skin, finishing his release. His hands tightened around her, taking the breath from her lungs. “Oh Nicky,” she rushed on a breath of release.
His head moved closer to hers and she felt as the stubble from his jaw grazed her face. 
Nicky’s body handled her with care and was pretty amazing wrapped over hers like a blanket. Her hands spread out and she grabbed at his shoulders and squeezed, then dug her nails in. He remained erect as she felt every inch of his still hard cock slide along the walls of her core as he pushed back in slowly, and pulled out until only the head lingered inside her, making her body twitch with each silky movement.
She smiled with immense pleasure.
“You’re a tease.”
“I’m a tease?” He grinned. “Tell me Annie, how did you do it?”
“Huh?”
“How did you make me turn to mush?”
She laughed hard against his chest, “Look what you’ve done to me. I’m in a fairytale.”
“Nightmare baby, I’m a vampire. Make me a little more spooky, would ya?”
“Oh right—yah, okay.”
He gripped her body curling it tight with his and laid his chin between her shoulder and head. She could feel him smelling her skin; his breath tickled her skin. As she giggled, she realized this was the first time she had ever made love to a man.
She looked down at the beautiful picture of Nicky on the bed. “Oh Jesus, Nicky.” Her head turned back to his when she realized she had blood on sporadic parts of her body.
“It’s okay sweet, nothin a shower can’t fix.” Thank God, heart be still.
“Can I ask you something?” Letting her body relax again, she calmly rolled over to face him.
“How do we explain this to Dr. Woods?”
“There’s nothing to explain. He’s my father. I don’t give a shit what anyone says, you’re mine, and there’s nothing anyone can do. Understand?” His words were very persistent. She loved the fact he felt so strongly about her in such a short time, he was totally in need of her.
“Is he—”
“Yep, and so is Jude, Persona as well, there is Claire, whom you haven’t met yet and Julie, she’s a nut case, that you will see.”
“What about the staff?”
“No, but it’s not hard to glamour them and make them forget.”
“Ahh, I got it.” Just like some of the stories, which made the information easy to remember.
“Listen, why don’t you go take a shower and I will get us some food.”
“Didn’t you just eat? I mean I’m not sure how you work and all, but—”
“I still like food. And even though you drank, you still need to eat. We worked off a lot of calories.” Jumping off the bed, he grabbed her hips, pulled her in close and kissed the top of her head. “Anything special?” he asked while rocking her side to side.
“I would love some hot chocolate, and maybe some more you.” She flirted.
“Maybe?” Hi brows rose.
She reached forward and grabbed his arm, stopping him before he left the room. “Umm Nicky, you’re naked!”
“No, I’m just naturally clothed.” He winked, disappearing down the dark hallway.




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