Scarlett's Revenge is Here!!

Scarlett's Revenge is live on Amazon!! It is also available on Smashwords, but I distribute it to Barnes and Noble through the Smashwords site so it may take a few extra days to get there. I hope you enjoy the final book in this series (although these character's will be back in the fall). Thank you readers for reading these stories and I hope you'll stick with Scarlett as she dishes out what Roger deserves!

Scarlett's Revenge!

Scarlett's Revenge, Lesson #3, will be available shortly. I'm waiting on the final edits, but trust me, it will be posted the second it is ready because I can't wait!!
The nice thing about self-publishing is that book releases happen much sooner, but they can also get held up by such normal human things like the flu and power outages.
Anyway, the third and final--and by final I mean that things will wrap up, but I may not be able to let go of these characters I love--installment will be released in just a few days. In the meantime, please enjoy an almost final, but not a final edit, first chapter of Scarlett's Revenge. Make sure you have your steam-proof eyewear on because this chapter begins with a bang!

Chapter One

I pushed the curtains aside as if I were just casually looking out into the dark night, but secretly I knew the eyes of my lover were somewhere out there gazing out at me from across the busy street below. For anyone else who happened to be looking, well, they were in for quite a show.

My dress was short and flowery, innocent enough, with lovely buttons all down the front. I fanned myself, as if to tell the world I was getting hot, thus explaining what I was about to do. The top four buttons were first, exposing my ample cleavage made possible by the latest in push-up bra technology.

Next, I bent over just so—there’s an art to it really—giving a lovely view down my dress while showing off my long legs in the more-than-high heels, and began unbuttoning my dress from the bottom up. When I was just shy of where my panties would be if I had any on, I stood, teasing the world with hints of my light pink garters.

This next part was tricky and involved a bit of creativity—I didn’t actually want to expose myself to the outer world, if anyone else happened to be watching. I turned, with my back to the darkened window, and undid the rest of the buttons. As I stood, I began to drop my dress off my shoulders, slinking behind the safety of my curtain before anything was exposed, and that’s when the front door burst open.

Adam stood in the doorway, sea-green eyes wild, and completely out of breath. My performance worked! He closed the door behind him and rushed to my side, sliding the curtain over to hide me from the possible audience. He was wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and flip-flops, his muscular upper-body glistening with perspiration. As he stepped past me, I caught a whiff of his manly scent—Old Spice and pine. His dark hair was an unruly mass of sexy hair.

“I’m not sharing you,” he said, forcing his lips on top of mine before I could comment. His hand reached up my back, unhooking my bra with expert precision.

My bra fell off my shoulders and now we were both topless. Adam’s mouth worked its way down my neck and shoulders, licking and biting along the way, before his tongue began circling my nipple.

I reached my hand in his elastic waistband and felt how full and hard he was.

“Did you run across the street with this massive boner?” I had to know.

“Yes,” Adam replied, not breaking stride.

Adam guided my back to the covered window and spread my legs. He got down on his knees as his tongue eagerly found my clit.

I screamed out in pleasure, my head gently hitting the glass behind me. My hands ran through his already wild hair as his tongue circled and flicked in perfect rhythm. His fingers entered my center, causing a scream to erupt from deep inside of me.

Adam took this as his cue, standing abruptly, pushing me against the curtain and lifting my legs on each of his sides. I felt his hardness against my core before he pushed his way inside of me, his pants still on, but lowered enough.

He kissed me and the taste of myself on his lips was such a turn-on. As my clit rubbed up and down his lower abdomen, within seconds I was over the top. My head went back as my ultimate moan left my body and Adam responded with a harder thrust, deeper, faster, in me, reaching places I only just recently learned existed inside of me.

I could feel him stiffen and pulse within me as he came, his forehead resting beside mine on the covered window.

“Is this how you get me to come over now?”

“Yep, took you less than a minute this time. The doorman must know something’s up.” I laughed, picturing Adam rushing across the street, his cock leading the way, as the doorman opened the door in the knick of time. God forbid he smashed his manhood into the glass door of the apartment complex because the doorman couldn’t do his job fast enough.

Adam laughed too, lowering me onto my stilettos, the ones I had to practice for hours in, just for my short performance. I kicked the death defying heels off and reached for my dress. Adam’s hand reached out, “no, stay like that. Please?”

And this was one of the biggest problems in our relationship. I couldn’t resist his magical sex voice and his glowing sea-green flashlight eyes that popped against his contrasting dark hair. Luckily for me, he was a good guy and didn’t ask too much of me, because I could NOT resist his charms.

“Sure thing,” I said, batting my eyelashes against my auburn eyes. He wasn’t the only seductive tease in this relationship. I turned, giving him a lovely view of my behind, before turning just my head in his direction. “Tea?”

“Please,” my sexy puppy followed me into the kitchen as I turned on the already filled kettle. Grabbing my nearby apron, I leveled the playing field by getting sort-of dressed. Hey, he still had his pants on and I had something important to discuss. If I wasn’t somewhat covered, I’d have less than one percent of his attention.

Adam gave me a gentle slap on my behind before I hopped up onto the barstool beside his. Maybe I’d have to get a sweat suit on if I wanted him to hear anything I had to say.

“She kissed me.” That got his full attention, and by full, there might have been some movement in his pants, but I couldn’t be certain.

“Do tell,” Adam put his elbows on the table and rested his chin across his hands.

“She’s a post-pregnancy mess. Her boobs were leaking enough to lighten my coffee three shades and she cried that Roger hadn’t done the nasty since she gave birth, and when I went to comfort her, she kissed me like we were in 1920’s Paris.”

“That’s perfect,” Adam’s eyes glazed over, either imagining the scene, or struggling to understand my historical reference.

“Perfect? How is this perfect?”

The teakettle whistled and I rose to fill our mugs. I turned, wondering why Adam wasn’t answering me, but he was hypnotized by my now exposed ass. Right, fix our tea and then get answers.

I brought our steaming mugs over to our seats and slid my honey filled bear in front of us. As soon as I sat, the spell was broken and Adam began to speak again, as if the past minute had never happened.

“This is the perfect time for you to step in and make her feel sexy again. Make her feel like the sexy confident woman she should have been before Roger got a hold of her. You are going to show her the true man she’s married to as well as the life she’s missing out on by being trapped in her marriage.”

“I thought I was going to seduce her?”

“You might have to, but you may not. She’s the one who kissed you, so chances are she’s either reliving that moment with regret for doing it or regret for stopping. How did it feel to kiss her?”

“It was awkward and she tasted like tears. It wasn’t pretty. It felt strange with her tiny lips and her smooth skin against mine.” Adam’s eyes were glazed over again. “Shit, why do guys get turned on by two women? If a guy had kissed me, he’d probably be missing some fingers, or other parts by now.”

Adam laughed, shifting in his seat. “Yes, most definitely. I don’t know what it is about two women. It’s just so soft and pretty, instead of the rough mess that takes place between a man and a woman.”

“I happen to love the rough mess that takes place between us and I don’t want soft and pretty sex, okay?”

Adam laughed, a full laugh that revealed his perfect teeth and gorgeous pink tongue. That sexy tongue had just been between my legs and everywhere else. I took a long gulp of my too hot tea.

“What were you thinking about, just a second ago?” Adam interrupted me. He’d been catching me in turned-on thoughts. Somehow he recognized the look on my face and maybe I was beginning to recognize his look too.

“Your tongue,” I said slowly, drawing out the word tongue as seductively as I could muster.

Adam roared, I swear, an actual guy roar that called to some deep dark place between my legs. Wow, he was like the vagina-whisperer.

He carefully moved our mugs aside with a gentleness that contradicted his primal noise, before lifting me onto the counter and guiding my legs apart. The apron was raised up around my waist as his fingers slid inside me. Adam sat at the stool, bringing his face to my center, and gently licked that favorite spot between my legs.

His fingers remained, gliding in and out of me, as his tongue expertly brought me near climax.

A primal sound of my own escaped me before Adam stopped.

“You like that?” He asked.

“Uh, huh,” was all I managed.

The next thing I knew I was on all fours, with Adam behind me on the counter. Good thing I had a tall ceiling. He slapped my ass again, this time harder than the first, as he took my hips and guided himself inside of me.

I moaned, thinking of how perfectly we fit each other, momentarily wondering if it was like this with all couples or if our bodies were somehow made for each other. 

His hand reached in front of me, to the place his tongue had once been. The sensation was almost too much as I arched my back up to meet him. His hands were everywhere, appreciating the front of my body. I enjoyed this feeling, but it was limiting our movements, so I lowered back into position.

This time, I let Adam continue. From this position it felt like he was further inside of me than he’d ever been before and something about this position felt wild and animal-like. His fingers continued to circle my clit as I met him thrust for thrust.

“Come with me, Scarlett.” Adam’s words, matched with his smooth deep voice, sent me over the edge.

I could feel Adam swell and pulse as my own muscles clenched around him. He leaned over, lying across my back, breathing heavily.

“You do amazing things to my body, Scarlett.”

“Mine too.”

Winners!!

I have two winners of my giveaways on Goodreads. Both winners will receive a copy of Schooling Scarlett and a copy of Scarlett Fever. They are both signed and they are both paper, hold-in-your-hand copies! Congratulations!
Lorrie - from Virginia
Lais - from Brazil

Goodreads Giveaway!

Let me first say a huge THANK YOU for everyone who purchase a copy of Scarlett Fever. It is such a wonderful feeling knowing that people have read my first book and liked it enough to read the second. I have been smiling nonstop.
With that said, I am currently running two giveaways on Goodreads. They are for signed copies of both Schooling Scarlett and Scarlett Fever. I have listed each giveaway under the separate titles, but the winner will receive both books. Even if you've already read the ebooks, if you're like me, you may want a paperback copy too because paperbacks are so fun!
If you scroll down on the right side of this page you will see the links to both giveaways.
Thank you, thank you, amazing readers! This one's for you!

Scarlett is Back!!

Scarlett Fever has arrived a few weeks ahead of schedule. It is available now on Amazon and Smashwords and Barnes & Noble.

The Plan

So, my plan is to have both the second and third book in my Lessons series completed and ready to go on (or close to) July 15^th. The second book is finished, meaning it is written to the best of my ability and ready to pass on to the grammar and plot ninjas who will help me make it better. The third book, Scarlett’s Revenge, is on its way to being completed and it will probably be the last book in the series. Look how gorgeous the cover is:

Scarlett looks like she's up to something here! I have to use the word probably with regards to ending my series because I have a love/hate relationship with books in a series. I fall in love with my characters when I write and something about ending their stories is a little sad, but at the same time I hate having things open and unfinished. I’m the type of person who will pay a bill the same day I receive it because I can’t stand having that balance open (and I am fortunate enough to be able to pay my bills as they arrive). Anyway, the plan is to finish this series and begin writing what will probably be a standalone full-length novel that I am super excited about writing. I would love to give you the title and the teaser, but that will have to come at a later time. Sometimes I don’t know the title of my book until it is nearly finished because I’m weird like that. My characters have a way of taking over and changing my plans for the story.

I better get back to writing if I want to reach my deadlines. I hope you’re as excited about the next two books in my series as I am! 

Super Awesome Book Cover!!

I am probably the worst blogger ever! If there is anyone out there who reads these posts, thank you. It is so hard to find the balance between my day job, writing, and then writing about my writing. I have a new respect for those that manage to find that perfect balance as they work their sexy butts off to make their dreams of writing a reality.
With that said, there's nothing better than nearing the end of your novel and seeing your beautiful book cover come to life. Here it is folks...

Umm, wow! Scarlett is super beautiful in a--what I hope is--not the standard sexy book cover type, meaning that she is clothed. The same goes for Mr. Super Hot Adam Greenstreet. Yes, that man looks like he could be sexy in anything, including a baggy sweatshirt. What I'm hoping to get at folks is that sexy comes in a lot of different forms. There's the sexy Victoria's Secret catalogue that comes to my house sometimes twice a day, the sexy ads on television that appeal to our carnal instincts to try to sell us something we don't actually need, and there's the sexy that comes from within. My hope is that Scarlett Fever will be a wild ride of super sexy, boundary pushing, finding your inner sexy joy. My goal is to release this in mid July. If you've read a copy of Schooling Scarlett, I hope you are anticipating this release as much as I am.

Sexy Swimmer

So I'm not much of a gym goer even though I love working out. I'm the type of person who likes to work out at home because I can do it for free, it makes my workouts seem shorter, and because I never liked the feeling I got when I was at the gym and felt under dressed (why do people feel the need to look so good while they're exercising).
Lately, I've been taking my nephew to swimming lessons at my sister's gym. As much as I love spoiling my nephew and giving him my praise, there's a guy there who demands my attention. He has been there the last three times I've gone and holy fudge, he will be the inspiration for my next book's love interest. He has that tall, lean, muscular look. Don't ask me what his face looks like, because I can't take my eyes off of his lower half long enough to tell you. He must shave, or wax, or maybe he was born hairless, but his skin is so smooth I want to tackle him to the ground and start rubbing my cheek against his pec, and maybe lick him all over too.
Of course, I don't do this. I pretend to watch my nephew while sneaking in glances and force myself to look away before I make him feel like I've felt on many occasion while passing through a construction site (not that I pass through construction sites, ever, but you know what I mean). In the real world, if I determined my sex life by the way my date looks without his clothes on, I would probably feel empty inside (after he put his clothes back on and headed back to the gym). Now, if this same guy happened to be reading Hemingway as he looked so bitingly delicious, that would be a different story. This is what makes being a writer so great. I can turn this sexy guy into a story character and give him all of the unrealistic attributes I want him to have and then have my way with him in my imagination. If only I could earn a living doing this, life would be perfect.

Schooling Scarlett is HERE!!!

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Nearly There...

Schooling Scarlett is almost set to release!! I set March as my release date, but it looks like I'm going to be sliding in just in time. I do feel like a bit of explaining is in order.
I love my short novel!! It is coming in right around 20k words, so not very long, but I have to make a little admission here, I also write young adult books. I am crossing genres with this book and because of the content, I don't want any of my teen readers to get their hands on this book until they are eighteen. So this means that I have been writing chapters of Schooling Scarlett as I've been releasing another book under my YA pen name. So, while 20k words doesn't seem like a lot, it is when you are piling it on top of a full-length book for teens. I love that I am able to do this because I have been writing spicy short stories since I had some real-life material to work from.
Remember that while SS is short, it is part of a series. Hopefully, if this story does well in the popularity contests, I'll have more time to spend in this genre, but for now I am just dipping my toes in the water.

Crossing Lines

Where exactly is the dividing line between romance and erotica? I can see how each genre could exist on its own. You can have romance without any sex and I think you can have erotica without any romance. Is it the details? Does the dividing line depend on how the author describes intimate moments? Does it have to do with the type of sexual activity taking place? Can you have a story with a simple romance plot, but the characters like to engage in some kind of bizarre sexual activity that lifts the genre into the erotic? I know, I know, I'm sure this line is not as cut and dry and simple. I do worry a bit about categorizing my novel. What if it isn't steamy enough for the erotic fans? What if it is too steamy for the romance lovers? I know that it is all about making sure I'm happy with what I write.
With that said, I would like to hear from other people. Where do you feel this line lies? Have you ever been let down by a book being classified in the wrong way? Have you ever blushed a little reading next to your significant other as your book took you somewhere a bit out of your comfort zone. Do share...

Cover!

Isn't she lovely!

Schooling Scarlett

Schooling Scarlett, my debut novelette, is set to release in March 2014. The premise for this story was inspired by a self-proclaimed computer geek friend of mine. He was having trouble in the dating department and asked me if he could go down on me for practice. I'm not going to tell you what happened after that. You'll just have to read the book.