You can usually find her either watching bad reality TV, buying way too many books on Amazon, or dreaming up another man or two to occupy her time because life is good but several drop-dead gorgeous nonexistent men is just better.
Behind the Scenes
Ø Do you write full-time or part-time?
I’m
a full time writer and I love it. It’s every writer’s dream job and I think I
definitely lucked out on my current occupation.
Ø Do you have a special time to write
or how is your day structured?
I
get up, turn on the laptop, and do my busy work and goof around on Facebook for
a little while before I start in on writing. The busy work can constitute just
about anything other than writing including updating my website/blog, edits, or
plotting out the story for the day. After that, I will work until my roommate
comes home for lunch and then it’s back to work on the book until it’s time to
start supper. I find I work best with a set schedule and word count to reach
for the day. It’s harder for me to spend time doing unimportant tasks and turn
around to find the day gone that way.
Ø Do you write every day?
I
definitely write every day. Of course there are days I slack but I try not to
let those happen too often. It’s important to me to give my characters face
time and I feel obligated to my readers to keep giving them what they enjoy.
Ø Do you work to an outline or plot or
do you prefer just see where an idea takes you?
I
do a little bit of both I think. I plot my way through some things but there
are always those moments when my characters go off the reservations and start
twisting things in ways that I didn’t expect.
Adult Excerpt
“Ready
for your surprise, pup?” Titus rumbled in his ear. He nodded, unable to speak
as the warmth of Titus’s naked body so close to him branded him. Titus chuckled
and nipped his earlobe. “You are going to be my little helper today, Regan.
You’re going to be my little fuck doll.”
Regan
moaned. Yes. Please. Use me. Use
everything I am. I’m yours.
Slick
was pressed against his tight ring, demanding he relax and allow Titus’s
fingers entrance. Regan thrust back against him, wanting more. Titus’s other
hand cracked down on his already-sore ass, and Regan yelped.
“Stay
still, lover.”
“Yes,
Master.” He prayed to whatever god was listening that he’d be able to obey.
Everything just felt so damn good.
Something hard and unyielding probed his entrance. At first he thought it was
Titus’s cock, but upon further examination of the sensation, he realized that
it was just a bit too hard and unyielding to be a living organ.
“You
know what this is, pup?”
“A
toy, Master.” His voice was breathless, tight. He ached to push back, to take
the fake cock deeper.
“Hmm,
good. Do you know what kind?”
“No.”
Of course not. Was he supposed to have a catalogue of dildos memorized or
something? He must’ve missed the memo.
The
phallus thrust deep, and he bit his lip as it flared wide before narrowing to
lock the cock in place. “I made this for you. It’s a new design, and only you
have one.” The idea of Titus molding a piece of wood for the sole intent of
being lodged in Regan’s ass nearly made him come right then and there. He
whimpered, moving as restlessly as he could with being tied on all his limbs
and his cock locked to the fuck wall. “You’re going to be my new test dummy for
whatever I make for the site.”
Yeah.
He was way past the point of being able to talk, way past the point of being
able to think about anything other than coming. “Master, gonna—”
Titus
growled. “Don’t you dare. Not yet. When I say, pup. Not until.”
A
click sounded, and vibrations started to hammer against his prostate. Regan
couldn’t help it. He screamed. None of Titus’s toys had vibrated as far as he
knew. “Oh God. Oh God.” The litany began as he was pushed ever closer to the
edge of orgasm.
Titus
stepped away from him, leaving him hanging there, aching as his body was
assaulted by all the swirling pleasure that was being inflicted on him. It was
almost too much. He needed something harder, or else he was going to shake
apart.
As
if he heard the internal plea for pain, something cracked down on the place
where his ass and thighs met. The starburst of pain made his entire body go
rigid. This wasn’t the kiss of a whip or the heavy thud of a flogger. This was
straight up mind-numbing, getting-your-ass-truly-beat kind of pain, and damn
all if Regan’s balls didn’t tighten in further need. Oddly enough, the strike
seemed to cause the vibrations to increase to a mind-numbing intensity as the
implement hit hard.
“This
is a paddle I made for you to go with the toy,” Titus said. “The vibrations are
synced to the paddle. Every time I bring it in range, it’ll match the
intensity.” Oh fuck. My mate is fucking
creative. Literally. Titus’s voice was filled to the brim with sex. He was
enjoying watching Regan. It was obvious in his tone alone. “It also has our
names burned into the handle.” Regan shuddered. “You’ll take ten strikes and
then you may come.”
He
was not going to make it. There was no way. The second strike fell, and he
started to move, fuck against the wall as his mind drifted off into outer
space. The third strike fell. Then another. Then another. The orgasm seemed to
be torn out of him and stretched on throughout the other heavy smacks against
his ass. His eyes rolled into his head as his body shook apart in a seizure of
pleasure.
“More,
god, Titus, Master, Fuck!”
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