Release day: “Anything He Wants 2: All’s Fair”

Release day is finally here!! Thank you Amazon for putting it up in near-record time (they were a little slow with updating over the weekend). Enjoy! 😀

Seduced then coerced into a job as “personal assistant”, Lucy Delacourt has all but signed her body over to CEO Jeremiah Hamilton, promising to do anything he wants. Now she’s Paris-bound and determined to resist him and the diamond-studded world of the ultra-rich.

Jeremiah isn’t interested in forcing Lucy to obey a simple contract. He knows exactly what he wants: his new assistant’s complete surrender. A man used to getting his own way, Jeremiah won’t hesitate to do whatever it takes to sway his assistant and Lucy finds, to her horror, that the price she has to pay might be something she secretly craves.

Busy little bees

“The Avengers” came out over the weekend and the Dude, rabid little fanboy that he is, had to see it as soon as he possibly could. Which, given his sucky work schedule, was Saturday night. As he is of the more stoic persuasion it’s sometimes hard to tell whether he likes something, but judging by the smiles I saw when “Hulk, smash” and “Pucker up, Legolas” I’d say the movie was a hit. 😉 Definitely worth seeing, few people can truly write Tony Stark one-liners like Joss Whedon.

Spent Sunday working on beta edits. The story is better for it, but yikes I’m cutting it close. Note to self: rethink self-imposed deadlines for future installments to account for FUBAR moments and catastrophic life emergencies.

Expect part 3 to be out sometime in 2013, barring the end of the world.

(I keed, I keed)

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In other news I discovered a full on solar eclipse will be coming over California in the middle of the month and am stoked I’ll be able to see it. I’ve never been this close to one so any suggestions on how to view it without going blind? :-)

So I promised an excerpt this weekend…

…and I try to keep my word, so here you go. Enjoy!!

“I have something for you.”

That got my attention. “Breakfast?” I asked, my eyes falling to the dishes beside him. My tummy rumbled in anticipation.

“In a moment, perhaps.” He straightened and looked me dead in the eye. “Take off your robe and come here.”

Everything inside me went cold. I hugged the robe around me, trying to stave off the inevitable. “Why?”

He said nothing, and I looked up to see him watching me. There was no emotion in his gaze; as far as he was concerned, I was to disrobe and go to him merely because he said so. Because I’d signed a document saying I would do what he said, something I’d only done because he had given me no other choice. The glittery trappings around me did nothing to disguise what they were: a cage, designed to keep me off balance and at his mercy.

Finally, finally, I got mad. “Why me? Why all this?” I gestured around the room.

He cocked his head to the side. “Why not you?”

He was turning my questions back around at me and it was pissing me off. “I was nothing in your life, a pair of hands to type data into a computer then tossed when she was no longer useful. So why am I here?”

His lips thinned but he said nothing. Moving across the room to a large marble table, he picked up a crystal carafe and poured himself a glass of the amber liquid it held. “My career consists of me looking for potential,” he said, swirling the liquor around as he regarded me dispassionately. “It’s my job to find businesses that I can buy or sponsor, fix up, then sell for a profit.”

“So what am I, a project?”

A tip of his head sideways confirmed my suspicions. “You were ambitious, clever as a college student, used to a certain kind of existence. Life dealt you a hard hand, brought you down lower than you thought possible.” He saluted me with the glass before taking a sip. “You would never have turned down a chance to get back on your feet, no matter what the cost.”

“So give me a job,” I said, the sarcasm dripping off my tongue. “You didn’t need to strip me of my dignity, make me… The elevator, the garage–”

The thump of the glass on the serving tray shocked me out of my anger. “You rode that elevator every morning,” Jeremiah said in a low voice, staring at the crystal carafe, “giving me those little glances, getting close but not too close.” His eyes met mine, and I sucked in a breath at the fire I saw there. “I knew your scent, knew when that need rolled across you. Those secret little smiles, not knowing what was going through your head…”

My breath caught as he trailed off, the fingers clenching the top of the glass white with strain. I don’t believe you. “I’m nobody,” I said, my own words driving daggers through my heart.

His free hand clenched into a fist against a hard thigh as his jaw tightened, then his body relaxed. He strode up to me and I fell back a step, trying in vain to keep the last of my anger as a shield. Being so close to him was intimidating; my heart thudded in my chest as I looked to the side, unable to be strong any longer.

A finger came under my chin and lifted my head until I was staring up at him. His face was as implacable as ever but his voice was mild as he repeated his earlier request. Demand. “Take off your robe.”

His proximity was doing strange things to my mind again, speeding up my heart in totally different ways. The words reverberated through my body and I found my hands untying the belt then allowing the robe to slide back off my arms onto the floor. Fully exposed to him for the first time ever, I closed my eyes against his perusal, a tear squeezing out between my eyelashes.

When he put his arms around me I stiffened, but his hands stayed on my shoulders as he turned me around. “Look at something,” he said, and when I didn’t immediately open my eyes he repeated, “Look.”

A large oval mirror stood in front of me, and I cringed at my reflection. “What do you see?” he prompted.

Flabby tummy and thighs, big hips, boobs that need a bra to look good. I’d always been my own worst critic. “Me.”

I saw his frown in the mirror, then he tilted his head to study my reflection. “I see a beautiful face,” he started, running a finger down my cheek and along the side of my neck. “Soft skin, the right curves.” He leaned in close to the side of my head and breathed deep. “You smell good enough to eat,” he added, his words almost a growl.

My breath caught, his lips next to my ear making my belly tighten. His hand covered my breast, fingers tweaking one nipple, and this time I gasped aloud. His grip on my shoulder tightened as the hand circling my breast dipped lower, skimming across my belly and leaving a trail of fire in its wake. “So beautiful,” he murmured, and my head fell back onto his shoulder as the hand splayed over my hip, fingers digging deep into my skin. I watched him in the mirror, my heartbeat loud in my ears, as that hand smoothed over my mound, not sliding lower but feeling its shape.

Abruptly he stepped away and let me go, leaving me confused and off balance. “Don’t move,” he said, his voice a whip, and I froze. My instinctive obedience disturbed me but I stayed standing as Jeremiah picked up the box I’d seen him carrying in the lobby and handed it to me. “I was going to save this for later but now seems a better time.”

Suspicious, took the package and opened it, pulling back the tissue paper. My eyes widened as I ran a finger along a pair of nylon leggings and under the satin straps of a white bustier. Speechless, I looked up at my boss then back down to the contents of the box, not sure how to respond.

Jeremiah took the box out of my hands gently when I didn’t do anything for several seconds. “Turn around.”

As I did what he said, he pulled out the skimpy articles then, to my further surprise, began dressing me. First the white bustier which he laced up behind me; it covered my breasts and belly, with straps that hung down to the top of my thighs. I stepped into the tiny panties then the thigh-high stockings to which he connected the straps from the bustier. There was something incredibly sensual about the whole affair despite how professional he went about it; I’d never in my life worn lingerie like this, certainly not for a man, and it was an interesting experience. I’m too fair to wear white, a cynical part of me thought but I kept that observation to myself.

When he was finished he took me by the shoulders and turned me around again so I was facing the mirror. “Now what do you see?” he asked, leaning close to my ear.

I blinked, unable to believe what I was seeing. Wow, so this is what you get with high dollar lingerie. The white fabric managed to hide what I’d always hated and accentuate what I never realized I had. My hands ran down my waist, only modestly cinched by the corset strings in the back, and over my hips to finger the satin straps running down the front of my legs. The whole ensemble wasn’t overly restrictive but tight enough to pull parts in and push certain things up – namely my chest, which I’d never considered particularly impressive. Looking good now, I thought, gliding my fingers across the firm tops of each breast.

Suddenly remembering he’d asked a question, I cleared my throat to answer but didn’t know what to say. I locked eyes with him in the mirror and he nodded, obviously seeing my answer there. “Glad we see eye to eye,” he murmured, running his hands up my arms and across my shoulders. “Now that we have that squared away…”

A hand twisted in my hair and my head was wrenched back. I gave a small cry, my hand covering his in surprise, as I looked back at him. His face had grown cold as granite, green eyes intense, but his voice was smooth as silk. “I don’t like being contradicted. When I tell you to do something, I expect it done immediately or there will be consequences.” The hand in my hair tightened.

“On your knees.”

Places I need to visit

Wow, I didn’t see you there! SPAMTown, USA, also known as Austin, MN. Spam Museum, a must-see travel spot for any world traveller!!

Is it silly that I actually, seriously, want to visit that? Next time I’m up in Minnesota then! (whenever that’ll happen!)

Promo and super-squeeing

I try to keep as much promo and self-selling off this blog as possible but sometimes the normally poised and organized (*snort*) inner writer is desperate, DESPERATE, to spill the beans about stuff. Well okay, so the last week has been liek WHOA one heck of a ride and I owe it ALL to my readers because, holy cow, you all are AWESOME.

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#1 in Amazon’s Erotica New Releases (for the past 30 days). *dances about to the tune of her own squeeing*

Not only that, I’m also #14 on the overall Erotica Bestseller lists. Considering there’s ~46k books within that genre, and I’m close to the top… Mind = boggled, folks, mind=boggled.

PLUS! …the sequel comes out this weekend. ;-D I’m really excited about this one and I hope it gets even the TEENSIEST bit of popularity boost that the first one did because, seriously, I’d cry. It wouldn’t be pretty, but they’d be tears of joy so that makes it all better. 😉

Look for an excerpt this weekend of the upcoming release, the plan is to have it available on Amazon by Tuesday, May 8 (iff Amazon gets their booty in gear and fixes their uploader! Grr, whoever said that self-publishing was easy?).

Now I’m going to go clean my house, because otherwise it means I’d have to do edits. *opens Word file* EEEEEK *runs off to scrub toilets or vacuum or do laundry* (i wanna write don’t likes editing boo hiss)

I’ll get over it, promise. Ciao bella!!

Words to live by

“To be truly challenging, a voyage, like a life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest. Otherwise, you are doomed to a routine traverse, the kind known to yachtsmen who play with their boats at sea… “cruising” it is called. Voyaging belongs to seamen, and to the wanderers of the world who cannot, or will not, fit in. If you are contemplating a voyage and you have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change. Only then will you know what the sea is all about.

“I’ve always wanted to sail to the south seas, but I can’t afford it.” What these men can’t afford is not to go. They are enmeshed in the cancerous discipline of “security.” And in the worship of security we fling our lives beneath the wheels of routine – and before we know it our lives are gone.

What does a man need – really need? A few pounds of food each day, heat and shelter, six feet to lie down in – and some form of working activity that will yield a sense of accomplishment. That’s all – in the material sense, and we know it. But we are brainwashed by our economic system until we end up in a tomb beneath a pyramid of time payments, mortgages, preposterous gadgetry, playthings that divert our attention for the sheer idiocy of the charade.

The years thunder by. The dreams of youth grow dim where they lie caked in dust on the shelves of patience. Before we know it, the tomb is sealed.

Where, then, lies the answer?

In choice…!

Which shall it be: bankruptcy of purse or bankruptcy of life…?”

– Sterling Hayden

Talk about words to live by. He lived a very interesting life too, from movie star to Intelligence officer to world traveller. I’d love to live even half the life this man lived. :)

Differing ideas on “relaxing”

I had a good relaxing weekend, although I’m not sure some would call it that. 😉 Deciding to take a couple days off from writing and “business pursuits”, I instead went out and did Stuff. Fun Stuff.

In no particular order of importance or chronology:

– visited a local Renaissance Faire; fortunately the day I went (read: NOT TODAY) was fantastic weather and made for fun times. For once I didn’t dress up, preferring this time to enjoy it as a civilian. Yes folks, I do have several costumes and dress up regularly in full pirate gear. Arrr.
– took a nice long motorcycle ride. Initially it was a toss-up for going to the coast or heading to Yosemite (frankly my favorite journey by far although I don’t do it often), but as I hit the metaphorical snooze button too many times and woke up late I just did a few twisties and mountain roads before coming home.
– saw “Cabin In The Woods”. LOVED “Cabin In The Woods”. Considering it was written/directed by Joss Whedon I already knew going in that I would like it, but my face still lights up thinking about certain scenes. Seriously people, the elevators at the end. The elevators.
– had a KDP Select story go free for two days, and watched it rise to top out at #4 on the Free Erotica list on Amazon. That’s all you guys, and THANK YOU for getting me there. To all newcomers to this humble blog (that, I’m realizing suddenly, DESPERATELY needs a facelift), I really hope you enjoyed the story!
– replayed Portal 2, found it just as fun and funny as the first time; if I could be witty and funny off-the-cuff like GlaDOS I’d be a very lucky girl. (and my enemies would be ripped to weeping tatters when I got done. The thought does make me smile.)

All in all, a fun and relaxing weekend. I’d intended to do some work on the old bike but the weather was WAY too nice here to stay cooped up in a garage, so decided to ride instead. Right now I’m propped up on the couch with my laptop, watching the Dude play “Elder Scrolls: Skyrim” and trying to find the nerve to start writing again. Yup folks, this post is a handy-dandy procrastination tool and I shall wield it proudly within my golden grasp. Fear my procrastinating skills for they are LEGION!!!

Or, something. 😉

Sick. Ugh.

I spent the last two days nursing the Dude through his flu and right as he’s starting to get over it, the bug jumps to me. Typical. Now I’m carrying around Kleenex with aloe with me through the house, popping Halls and DayQuil like it’s candy and napping as much as possible. Just Skyped with my folks and of course the Mother Hen got all protective demanding I get into bed immediately.

Not a bad idea, actually.

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So a dairy cow was confirmed to have Mad Cow Disease in central California. Suddenly the Evil Day Job got a whole lot more interesting…

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Writing continues on the sequel but frankly isn’t as quick as I’d like thanks to this danged cold. I’m about 2,400 words into it so far and haven’t yet scratched the surface; this one will be quite a bit longer than the first, a fact I’m hoping my readers will appreciate. Unfortunately that also means it’ll take a little longer to write, edit and beta but at least the cover is done and continues to inspire me. (write up on that two posts back)

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Misery is a sinus and inner ear headache at the same time (accompanied by a sore throat, stuffed up nose, chest congestion, bouts of nausea and, the pièce de résistance, laryngitis) so I’m going to take the Mother Hen’s advice and crawl into bed. Night folks, see you on the other side (hopefully a much less sick puppy).