This is a snippet from my version of Snow White where the heroine is shaved bald by her drug dealing mother making her run away into the arms of seven very capable men. Soon, she begins to learn she's just as capable. Oh, and there's lots of hot sex. Hope you enjoy!
“I don’t think you grasp the situation, sir.” White leaned suggestively on his clerk’s desk. “I’m going to see the mayor whether you let me or not. It’s not up to you right now.”
She allowed her eyes to flick back to the wall of muscle behind her back. His mouth twitched at the corner. When he turned to busy himself with paperwork she almost giggled at his fear. The men wouldn’t have an issue playing back-up for this sniveling aid. Beating him into submission would be a piece of cake—or whatever was easier to smash than cake, perhaps ice cream. Now, if only he would back down.
“I’ve already told you miss, whatever prior arrangement you had with the mayor is not on the books.” He pinched his nose and glared behind her before re-arranging the papers on his desk. “You cannot see the mayor today, it’s not feasible.”
“Well, it’s a good thing for you that I’m about to change my circumstances.”
With a confidant hip cock, she strode past his desk and didn’t look back. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind that the aid would touch her now—she hadn’t brought along these two men for fun and games. Well, maybe a little. Both her hands pushed back the heavy wooden door and slipped into the interior office of the mayor. When she met his muted silver eyes, there wasn’t any surprise. She could work with that. The mayor leaned back in his pressed designer suit, shifting his expensive Italian shoes onto the top of his desk and putting his hands behind his head. So, they were on casual terms. Quickly dampening the nerves that gripped her stomach, White took another step forward.
“Miss White, it’s good to see you. I’ve only just gotten done discussing a matter with your step-mother, how is she?”
“Well, I suppose she’s doing well, Mr. Mayor. I haven’t had much contact with her in the past few days.”
She fought to keep her steady hands clasped together in front of her rather than curled into fists at her side. This man had been played like all the rest into thinking she was the enemy and he was as much at fault for her imposed death sentence as her step-mother. Now she had to discuss her right to live with the very man who would condemn her to death. What a bastard. They had never even met—not once. How could he decided with the right amount of drugs as payment to kill someone without ever meeting them? Perhaps that made it easier.
“I suppose you’re here for something, are you not?”
“Cut the bullshit, mayor,” before she could stop herself her hands were slammed on his desk and she was in his face, hot with anger. “We both know you helped put a price over my head for no reason. So were going to discuss revoking it today.”
Weapons. Just in case---there needed to be makeshift weapons. White shifted her vision across the pristine office and all its oak paneling and hoity-totty gold. Not much to meet her needs around here. Maybe she could use a chair, although lifting it might be a problem.
“Problem solved,” she muttered low moving around his desk with quick, confident movement.
“What are you doing?” The mayor drawled, sounding bored.
But then she was straddling his lap in a reclining office chair that must have cost more than a college education—and he looked quite animated. Why wouldn’t he want to grab a piece? Technically, she should be dead right now and he could do it himself after he had his way. Which is why, as her kisses rained down on his neck loosening his tie, her other hand felt under the desk for the gun she knew was taped there. Way too many action movies. Bingo. A pretty hefty piece, it felt like a handgun when she hefted it into her hand and brought it against the mayor’s temple. He couldn’t miss the safety tripping off with her thumb.
“I’m in charge now, Mr. Mayor which means you’re going to listen to me—“
“You don’t know how to use that,” he growled. “And my guards will be here in droves once my secretary rings the warning bell.”
“You mean--” She turned her head to see Samuel and Colton walk into the room dragging a limp body behind them. “That secretary?”
All was going according to plan. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Samuel barricade the door with some furniture and she pressed the gun harder into the mayor’s temple.
“What do you want?”
Time to see if the mayor knew any martial arts training.
“I want the price over my head gone, the poster’s ripped down, and an Oreo cookie.” She smiled obnoxiously.
“You know, they say never turn a gun on somebody if you’re not willing to use it.”
God, he was grinning at the idea of his own death, the sicko! White felt her muscles clench with tension, the smile wiped from her face as coldness clenched in the pit of her stomach. Could she really kill someone? Wouldn’t the consequences of murdering someone so influential put her right back in the predicament she was in now? Nor would the act give her any piece of mind—if anything it would haunt her nightmares. Damn. Their eyes locked and for a brief second she could see the mayor knew it. He knew everything. And she had several seconds to make a life changing choice.
Gulping past the sour fear at the back of her throat, adrenaline peaked making her flesh hum.
“White, duck!”
Without looking to see who had given the order, she crouched down in the mayor’s lap. Just as he brought his hand up to knock the gun out of her hand. A shift in sound. Loud popping that resonated in her ears until they rang and the stink of metal and burning. Someone screamed. White ducked her head up, putting the gun back in place at the mayor’s temple. It hadn’t been her men. Blood, warm and sticky, showed through the mayor’s fancy shirt at his left shoulder. They hadn’t hurt him a good deal. He would heal in a few weeks. A whoosh of air escaped her mouth before she even knew she had been holding it and her hands started shaking. Now, let him call their bluff. White hot heat behind her eyes made tears prick and she bit her lip to keep them from falling. Negotiations were almost done. No showing fear yet.
“Do you believe me now?” she shouted, hearing warped from the gun shot.
“I believe him,” the mayor said through clenched teeth, moving his good arm out to point to Colton. “He’s the one that shot me, not you, stupid bitch.”
“Disrespect her like that and I’ll do it again.”
Samuel’s voice was flinty with truth. Now was the not the time to analyze her feelings on that right now.
“Sign whatever paper you need to that makes this all go away.” She squared her shoulders, voice hoarse when she drew her eyes away from the bleeding wound.
“It’s not that simple.”
Mr. Mayor had gone pale.
“Throw me the blanket.” White grasped it from the air and balled it, pressing it against his wound. “What will make it easier?”
“I would have to do another press conference and have hundreds of fliers redistributed. Then there’s the matter of the drugs, I won’t have The Huntsman sent after me for going bad on a bargain.”
“What if we take care of that for you?” White countered.
He nodded and White could feel both men at her back come in closer. How they were going to take care of her mother’s favorite pet was another problem, but the bluff had seemed good at the time. Almost there, she licked her lips, running an idle hand over her stubbly scalp. Balancing was beginning to become tricky when there was a wad of fabric in between them. Every muscle in her leg pulsed and tensed. Too long in the same position, her body ached to move and she wasn’t about to do that unless she was sure she got what she had bargained for. Which meant they might be sticking around a little longer than planned.
“You can’t make me call a press conference or get revised posters out on the streets. So, now it’s your turn to listen to me. You take care of the huntsman in such a way that I can ignore it with the press and I’ll do this for you.”
“Alright, done.”
“Fine,” his breath hitched in pain before he let it out. “Hand me the phone.”
While he hurriedly discussed the details of the press conference to some guy on the other line of the phone, White took the time to stretch her legs away from his lap. Pins and needles erupted across the front and back of her calves. But her aim never wavered. After arguing for a few moments longer, telling someone to do it regardless of protocol, he slammed down the phone.
“The printers are starting on the new fliers tonight and the press conference will happen later this afternoon. All the big news stations will be in attendance as well as a few in the back country. You should have full coverage.”
“Good, now where do you keep your first aid kit?”
“Excuse me?”
“I need to treat that before it becomes infected.” She lowered her weapon hearing Colton’s grunt of disapproval. “We don’t want you to act like anything happened in the press conference.”
“I assume you’ll be there the whole time, correct?”
“Of course, monitoring your every move.”
“Drawer to the left, red plastic box.” He nodded towards a cabinet behind his head.
“You know, we wouldn’t have had to do that if you have cooperated.”
“Yeah, yeah,” the mayor rolled his eyes. “That’s not going to make it hurt any less. In fact, it would be easier if you just handed me that wooden box to your left.”
Why hadn’t she noticed it before? It was the most ornate accessory in the room, smooth mahogany wood with curls of gold and filigree all over it. Certainly tacky and when she held it she definitely wanted it out of her hands—fast. It was one of those boxes that held secrets. There were enough of those in her life right now.
Passing over the box, she also located the first aid kit under a few pieces of official paperwork in the drawer he indicated. Vaguely, she wondered if she remembered bullet first aid. Hopping into the role of knowledgeable leader had been easy, but the most she had ever actually treated was large gashes on her bare feet that she had to suture. A shudder ripped through her and she tried to mask it bending at the waist to put the first aid box on his desk. Every now and then she could still feel the dull aches on the soles of her feet. Constant reminder of who she was and who she would always be: unwanted. Flinching, she squared her shoulders and sat on the mayor’s expensive desk. If he could put his boots on it, it must not be too expensive.
His look of acknowledgment was priceless. Eyebrows raised and mouth slightly open, he gave her body an incredulous once over as if saying “oh, no she didn’t!” If he snapped three times in the air in an arc she would have laughed her ass off, damn the current situation. Instead, she watched the mayor open his magic box with one hand and take out a long wooden spoon that was quite small at the end---and snort cocaine with it. Probably her mother’s supply.
“That’s all you needed, huh?” She barely kept the disgust from her tone. “You’re about to go to a press conference high and shot?”
“I’m a human and I have vices.” He spoke as if she were a petulant child that needed a lecture. “Like those two men are just your backup, right?”
Following his hand motion, she looked to Colton and Samuel leaning against the wall acting the part of casual bodyguards. Okay, so even she wouldn’t believe they were good friends. Caught in the act she decided to take the high road and enjoy the view. Both men seemed to straighten at her gaze, Colton giving her a grin that said plainly that he would be her eye candy whenever she damn well pleased. Had she really been so lucky to be sandwiched between these two? Memories of their naked, sweaty flesh made her cross her arms over her body searching for a mite of professionalism. Once her pulse slowed she was able to look up from the floorboards without flushing. Which was no small task.
There really wasn’t a way to refute the truth. So, she simply stayed quiet on the matter letting the mayor think whatever he damn well pleased. Now they were all good friends sharing secrets---or so it seemed. Certainly the mayor was aware that his cocaine usage could be become top story on the evening news if this press conference didn’t go well---yet something told White that he just didn’t give a damn right now. The feeling was mutual. Despite her car nap, fatigue was seeping into her muscles as she moved to help the mayor with his shirt buttons.
“Let me do it.”
Colton shocked them both with the impatience in his tone. Unable to think of a reason for him not too and not exactly excited to touch a gunshot wound, White moved back easily. Some look of stern masculine emotion passed between the two males as they locked eyes. Then Colton was undoing the rest of the mayor’s button’s. Deciding she didn’t want to watch, White knelt by the mayor’s aid wondering exactly when he would be waking up and causing a scene. One of them could probably stay back in the office with him during the press conference, but she really didn’t want to risk it.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
New Release: Keeper
My new release Keeper is available for purchase on the magic that is the internet! This was a fun story to write because it has two of my favorite things: elephants and zoo's! Though neither are used in an erotic way--no worries my readers. So without further ado, here is the blurb for Keeper and a tasty excerpt!
Blurb:
It's not easy working as a small time office clerk for the Honolulu Zoo in Hawaii. Candie occasionally substitutes for her co-worker as a zoo keeper when he's too busy with his whiskey bottle. But this time she finds herself in a bit of a bind as a new recruit comes in for an interview and some field training.
Candie is captivated by Sadie who is unabashedly sexual. The way she flirts her way through the interview makes Candie think she's been paid off by her friends for a practical joke. It's not easy making it through tourist season at the night clubs when you're a celibate lesbian looking for tail with chemistry and brains. Candie's had a dry spell a mile long and it's about to rain all over her parade. Sadie won't settle for anything less than Candie on her tongue.
Candie is captivated by Sadie who is unabashedly sexual. The way she flirts her way through the interview makes Candie think she's been paid off by her friends for a practical joke. It's not easy making it through tourist season at the night clubs when you're a celibate lesbian looking for tail with chemistry and brains. Candie's had a dry spell a mile long and it's about to rain all over her parade. Sadie won't settle for anything less than Candie on her tongue.
Warnings: This title contains f/f sex, anal play, and voyeurism.
EXCERPT:
Candie's worn out voice rhapsodized onwards as the petite blonde in front of her continued to fiddle with anxiety. Anyone who was nervous about getting a new job fiddled, it was par for the course. But this little darling was engrossed with exploring every crevice in her outfit. Candie's generic speech stopped just so she could watch her explore. Her small hands smoothed over her barely there hips, skimming along her hipbone, then back up her stomach between her breasts, fiddling with a necklace.
Sadie was either the most self aware person Candie had ever met or she was completely oblivious.
The way she touched herself it made Candie wonder if she'd been paid by some of her lesbian friends. A harmless straight girl sent to give the undersexed lesbian a hard time. It wasn't Candie's fault that her idea of a good time didn't involve an air head tourist from one of the local clubs. She preferred something chemical rather than forced by alcohol. Earth shattering over a zero on the Richter scale.
Yep, Sadie must have made some nice cash.
Though, that wouldn't explain all the little squeaks coming out of the trainee's mouth during their introductory interview. Sadie had played coy, flirting and blushing her way through screening. Every word was attached with a stumble, a trace of flesh, or a small companionable smile. The questions really hadn't been that hard. Candie had made sure she only threw her the easy ones for people who watched Animal Planet but had never worked in a zoo. Not everyone was so lucky to have a degree in zoology. Sadie's past work history included stripping and 7Eleven. But sometimes the zoo needed keepers-- and fast. Especially with tourist season lingering with longer hours and more screaming babies. As long as they didn't have a drug history they were on board.
This is why Candie was still talking to this gorgeous little misfit. Sadie was either the world's best actress or Candie really did make her that nervous. Even though the pressure part of the interview was long over she was still twirling long strands of her thick honey hair between her fingers. Candie watched as she put the pieces in her mouth and sucked on them. It had always seemed like a disgusting habit to Candie. Except when Sadie did it her lips pressed into the sultriest pout. The vamp lip gloss she wore shimmered in the light making her lips plump, irresistible. When she tripped her hand reached out to grab Candie's waist with a squeal. She left it there for several seconds longer than it said to in the employee conduct handbook. Candie breathed heavily as Sadie squeezed her heated flesh under several layers of clothing. She could still feel the sizzling tingle of pressure.
Apparently, Sadie had just been warming up.
Monday, May 10, 2010
Interview Goodness Over at RWBB
I'm being interviewed over at Romance Writer's Behaving Badly and some highlights are naughty and I share secrets! Check out my saucy, playful interview HERE. I had a lot of fun answering the questions!
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Summer Reading Trail
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The trail opens May 1, 2010. Bookmark this page and come back to enjoy reads on the these trails.
Blurb:It's not easy working as a small time office clerk for the Honolulu Zoo in Hawaii. Candie occasionally substitutes for her co-worker as a zoo keeper when he's too busy with his whiskey bottle. But this time she finds herself in a bit of a bind as a new recruit comes in for an interview and some field training.
Candie is captivated by Sadie who is unabashedly sexual. The way she flirts her way through the interview makes Candie think she's been paid off by her friends for a practical joke. It's not easy making it through tourist season at the night clubs when you're a celibate lesbian looking for tail with chemistry and brains. Candie's had a dry spell a mile long and it's about to rain all over her parade. Sadie won't settle for anything less than Candie on her tongue.
Warnings: This title contains f/f sex, anal play, and voyeurism.
Candie's worn out voice rhapsodized onwards as the petite blonde in front of her continued to fiddle with anxiety. Anyone who was nervous about getting a new job fiddled, it was par for the course. But this little darling was engrossed with exploring every crevice in her outfit. Candie's generic speech stopped just so she could watch her explore. Her small hands smoothed over her barely there hips, skimming along her hipbone, then back up her stomach between her breasts, fiddling with a necklace.
Sadie was either the most self aware person Candie had ever met or she was completely oblivious.
The way she touched herself it made Candie wonder if she'd been paid by some of her lesbian friends. A harmless straight girl sent to give the undersexed lesbian a hard time. It wasn't Candie's fault that her idea of a good time didn't involve an air head tourist from one of the local clubs. She preferred something chemical rather than forced by alcohol. Earth shattering over a zero on the Richter scale.
Yep, Sadie must have made some nice cash.
Though, that wouldn't explain all the little squeaks coming out of the trainee's mouth during their introductory interview. Sadie had played coy, flirting and blushing her way through screening. Every word was attached with a stumble, a trace of flesh, or a small companionable smile. The questions really hadn't been that hard. Candie had made sure she only threw her the easy ones for people who watched Animal Planet but had never worked in a zoo. Not everyone was so lucky to have a degree in zoology. Sadie's past work history included stripping and 7Eleven. But sometimes the zoo needed keepers-- and fast. Especially with tourist season lingering with longer hours and more screaming babies. As long as they didn't have a drug history they were on board.
This is why Candie was still talking to this gorgeous little misfit. Sadie was either the world's best actress or Candie really did make her that nervous. Even though the pressure part of the interview was long over she was still twirling long strands of her thick honey hair between her fingers. Candie watched as she put the pieces in her mouth and sucked on them. It had always seemed like a disgusting habit to Candie. Except when Sadie did it her lips pressed into the sultriest pout. The vamp lip gloss she wore shimmered in the light making her lips plump, irresistible. When she tripped her hand reached out to grab Candie's waist with a squeal. She left it there for several seconds longer than it said to in the employee conduct handbook. Candie breathed heavily as Sadie squeezed her heated flesh under several layers of clothing. She could still feel the sizzling tingle of pressure.
Apparently, Sadie had just been warming up.
With a high of a hundred and two in temperature Candie watched as the newbie wrestled with the stifling black coveralls worn by all the employees. Sweat beaded off the tip of Sadie's nose to spot the black cotton sagging across her chest. She didn't have much of a chest to stretch the fabric but Candie would never discriminate. They were a nice change from her own ample chest.
Sadie was pulling frantically on the frayed collar of her uniform. Tiny slips of skin from her revealing tank-top kept entering Candie's line of vision underneath the coverall. She tried to look away but the seamless tan that ran down the line of her body was like a magnet. Sadie's green eyes blinked innocently as she continued tugging and exposing herself. One time she pulled half her tank top back with the uniform revealing for a split second a peek at her puffy, rose colored nipple. It made Candie's throat tight, her own nipples hardening in response.
Candie stomped her boots into the red dust which thrust into the air around them making her cough into her green gloves. It was hardly in her job description to be checking out a possible new recruit for the elephant house. She normally worked in the main office filing papers where they had working AC. She only filled in for Marvin at the elephant house when he called out sick from his drinking binges. Which seemed to be more and more as of late.
As a yearlong celibate lesbian due to rampant heartbreak, Candie shouldn't have been having such a visceral reaction to a woman. She had sworn off women as a matter of principle. Shaving off the access in her life until all that was left was a sheen of pure meaning. At least, that's what the self-help books all told her after she'd gone through a bottle of red wine to submit to them. It was pure uncontrolled lust bending her will. It was all about will power.
Sadie was such a little temptress. Candie couldn't help but notice the rivulets of sweat making their way down under the fabric of Sadie's uniform.
Maybe it was easing its way down between her petite breasts into tiny pools at her belly button. Candie had managed to get a glimpse of what she'd be working with at the office before the woman's lithe hips wiggled up into the full body cover-up. Perhaps the mid-summer morning had wet Sadie's panties, taunt against her cleft. Candie had already seen the straining, orange lace flowered thong against her full ass. Through the white see-through short-short's Sadie had showed up wearing that morning. Not exactly dress code with work attire.
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Blurb:
Candie is captivated by Sadie who is unabashedly sexual. The way she flirts her way through the interview makes Candie think she's been paid off by her friends for a practical joke. It's not easy making it through tourist season at the night clubs when you're a celibate lesbian looking for tail with chemistry and brains. Candie's had a dry spell a mile long and it's about to rain all over her parade. Sadie won't settle for anything less than Candie on her tongue.
Warnings: This title contains f/f sex, anal play, and voyeurism.
EXCERPT:
Candie's worn out voice rhapsodized onwards as the petite blonde in front of her continued to fiddle with anxiety. Anyone who was nervous about getting a new job fiddled, it was par for the course. But this little darling was engrossed with exploring every crevice in her outfit. Candie's generic speech stopped just so she could watch her explore. Her small hands smoothed over her barely there hips, skimming along her hipbone, then back up her stomach between her breasts, fiddling with a necklace.
Sadie was either the most self aware person Candie had ever met or she was completely oblivious.
The way she touched herself it made Candie wonder if she'd been paid by some of her lesbian friends. A harmless straight girl sent to give the undersexed lesbian a hard time. It wasn't Candie's fault that her idea of a good time didn't involve an air head tourist from one of the local clubs. She preferred something chemical rather than forced by alcohol. Earth shattering over a zero on the Richter scale.
Yep, Sadie must have made some nice cash.
Though, that wouldn't explain all the little squeaks coming out of the trainee's mouth during their introductory interview. Sadie had played coy, flirting and blushing her way through screening. Every word was attached with a stumble, a trace of flesh, or a small companionable smile. The questions really hadn't been that hard. Candie had made sure she only threw her the easy ones for people who watched Animal Planet but had never worked in a zoo. Not everyone was so lucky to have a degree in zoology. Sadie's past work history included stripping and 7Eleven. But sometimes the zoo needed keepers-- and fast. Especially with tourist season lingering with longer hours and more screaming babies. As long as they didn't have a drug history they were on board.
This is why Candie was still talking to this gorgeous little misfit. Sadie was either the world's best actress or Candie really did make her that nervous. Even though the pressure part of the interview was long over she was still twirling long strands of her thick honey hair between her fingers. Candie watched as she put the pieces in her mouth and sucked on them. It had always seemed like a disgusting habit to Candie. Except when Sadie did it her lips pressed into the sultriest pout. The vamp lip gloss she wore shimmered in the light making her lips plump, irresistible. When she tripped her hand reached out to grab Candie's waist with a squeal. She left it there for several seconds longer than it said to in the employee conduct handbook. Candie breathed heavily as Sadie squeezed her heated flesh under several layers of clothing. She could still feel the sizzling tingle of pressure.
Apparently, Sadie had just been warming up.
With a high of a hundred and two in temperature Candie watched as the newbie wrestled with the stifling black coveralls worn by all the employees. Sweat beaded off the tip of Sadie's nose to spot the black cotton sagging across her chest. She didn't have much of a chest to stretch the fabric but Candie would never discriminate. They were a nice change from her own ample chest.
Sadie was pulling frantically on the frayed collar of her uniform. Tiny slips of skin from her revealing tank-top kept entering Candie's line of vision underneath the coverall. She tried to look away but the seamless tan that ran down the line of her body was like a magnet. Sadie's green eyes blinked innocently as she continued tugging and exposing herself. One time she pulled half her tank top back with the uniform revealing for a split second a peek at her puffy, rose colored nipple. It made Candie's throat tight, her own nipples hardening in response.
Candie stomped her boots into the red dust which thrust into the air around them making her cough into her green gloves. It was hardly in her job description to be checking out a possible new recruit for the elephant house. She normally worked in the main office filing papers where they had working AC. She only filled in for Marvin at the elephant house when he called out sick from his drinking binges. Which seemed to be more and more as of late.
As a yearlong celibate lesbian due to rampant heartbreak, Candie shouldn't have been having such a visceral reaction to a woman. She had sworn off women as a matter of principle. Shaving off the access in her life until all that was left was a sheen of pure meaning. At least, that's what the self-help books all told her after she'd gone through a bottle of red wine to submit to them. It was pure uncontrolled lust bending her will. It was all about will power.
Sadie was such a little temptress. Candie couldn't help but notice the rivulets of sweat making their way down under the fabric of Sadie's uniform.
Maybe it was easing its way down between her petite breasts into tiny pools at her belly button. Candie had managed to get a glimpse of what she'd be working with at the office before the woman's lithe hips wiggled up into the full body cover-up. Perhaps the mid-summer morning had wet Sadie's panties, taunt against her cleft. Candie had already seen the straining, orange lace flowered thong against her full ass. Through the white see-through short-short's Sadie had showed up wearing that morning. Not exactly dress code with work attire.
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