Today’s Sunday, and even though I’ve been riding high on my team’s Super Bowl victory–go Pats!–I miss my weekly Sunday ritual of watching the football games. So I wrote a little short to help ease the loss. It’s erotic. And it has plenty of cringe-worthy football puns. I hope you enjoy it, even if you’re … More First Down!
I am finally back online! For those of you who probably didn’t notice—or cared about—my absence from social media, I’ve had to let go of the Internet for a little while. But everything’s good now, and I’m back online. Finally. I’ve missed you guys. But without the Internet sucking up all my time, I’ve managed … More I’m Back! Author Update
Today, I’m sharing a lil’ tease from my soon-to-be published story, Three-Way Weekend! The book comes out next month from Fireborn Publishing, and I’m super excited for everyone to read it. Hopefully, this excerpt will whet your appetite for more. Title: Three-Way Weekend Jeremy wished he had a glass of water. His mouth had dried … More Teaser Tuesday
In order to spice up my blog a bit, I’ve decided to start a new thing I call Teaser Tuesdays (Original, I know)! Every other Tuesday, I’ll be sharing a few words or excerpt from one of my works, whether it be a current WIP, something I’ve written ages ago, or even something soon-to-be published! … More Welcome to Teaser Tuesdays!
Happy Valentine’s Day! This is a 6000+ story I wrote a few years back about one of my favorite couples, Ray and Warren. There is love, lust, an apron, and smut. LOTS of smut. So you might want to have some tissues handy. 😉 Since this story is Valentine’s-themed, I thought it’d be perfect to … More Apron, With Love
((A/N: This takes off where Punishment ended, in Brett’s POV)) Together they headed for the locker room, neither one saying a word, nor did their gazes venture from the grass crunching beneath their feet as they walked. Brett was embarrassed as fuck. Just moments ago, he’d sucked his enemy’s dick. And vice versa. Because of … More Re: Punishment
Cross was being watched. Nestled among the din of the wealthy, his little stalker appeared to blend in well. Not to him. His stalker remained buried in the shadows, speaking to no one while nursing a glass of Krug Brut vintage. Though he took not a sip. Cross noted the tell-tale signs of hunger in … More Mon Rôdeur
You slid the ring on my finger. I slid the ring on yours. We kissed. So happy. So in love. We honeymooned in Italy. And made love in front of hot fireplaces, our naked bodies luxuriating on top the warm, pelt rug. I called your name. You called mine. Our flushed bodies pressed together, you … More Innamorato