KT Grant: Redheaded Author of Sexy

Happy release day to me! The Lock, the third book in the Dark Path series (Self-Published Erotic Romance with BDSM elements) is out today!

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The dark path continues for Erika and Max as secrets unfold and threaten to destroy all they hold dear…

Erika Walsh’s every dream has come true. She’s received both critical and public acclaim for her best-selling erotic romance, and has chosen the magnetic millionaire and BDSM club owner Maxwell Crawford as the keeper of her heart. Although, her former crush Chris Milton still refuses to accept her decision. As she plans her wedding to Max, she’s confronted with his past and the many secrets he’s kept under lock and key –for good reason.

When Max’s older brother, Daniel, a big Hollywood producer falls ill, Erika and Max rush to Los Angeles to help him recover. Max is shocked to find Daniel has become the victim of a blackmailer who seeks revenge against the brothers. Max must confront the loathsome Abraham Rovner, a former classmate from high school, who has never forgiven him for breaking off their relationship.

Abraham brings out Max’s lurking deviant nature, which sends him to a dark place in his mind. Erika must find the strength to help her lover purge his demons, even though it may come at a major cost for them both.

Exclusive taste of what's inside The Lock... (naughty excerpt):

A work of art stood in the shower, surrounded by steam.

Water droplets dripped off Max’s ass. Rivulets of wet heat caught on the springy hairs of his thighs and around his knees, coasting down his calves, and making a puddle under his feet and around his toes. Erika licked her lips. She had worshipped every part of his body, including his toes. No matter how many times Maxwell Crawford pounded inside her, she craved more.

Her stomach growled. She’d made the mistake of not eating anything after yoga class because she’d been running late. She blamed Max for her tardiness. He’d kept her in bed the entire day, making love to her for hours, which had started the second the sun rose. She woke to find his face in between her legs and her arms bound and cuffed to the headboard. The evil bastard had gone down on her, licking her to the point where she almost orgasmed, but then she held off as long as she could until she yelled, “I love you” at the top of her lungs—his retaliation because she’d forgotten to say it to him before she fell asleep last night.

But what a punishment to wake to.

Her hunger pains disappeared, and she bent to untie her sneaker. The twinge in her thighs and legs seared her muscles from her bed play with Max. He eventually gave her mercy when she left him for her yoga class. She explained her need to meditate and how the stretching positions helped her keep up with his ferocious sexual appetite. After her class, she spent time in the sauna so she would be in the right frame of mind tonight for their engagement party with over two-hundred guests attending.

Straightening, she winced, more from nerves about tonight than her post-sex aches. Max faced her from the opposite side of the frosted shower stall glass. He slicked back his hair and ran his palm down his face and chest, going lower until he grasped his shaft, his lovely tool that always made her damp.

A fluttering filled her stomach, which was always the case when she caught him staring at her with his golden sex eyes that promised so many naughty things. He opened the door halfway, letting steam rise to the ceiling.

“Join me, precious.” An order, not a request from her fiancé.

“What if I already showered at the gym?” She unzipped her hoodie, dropping it on the floor, along with her socks and sneakers.

“I’m going to fuck you before we go to the party. So decide…in this shower or in the car on the ride there.” His tone brokered no argument.

She took off the rest of her clothes. Naked and without any embarrassment, she joined her lover. Taking her hand, he guided her into the stall.

“You’d really wait to fuck me in the car?” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

“I’d probably fuck you after my shower and again in the bedroom.” He claimed her mouth in a kiss.

Sucking down on his bottom lip, she tugged. “Hmm, you didn’t even correct me using ‘fuck’. You must be too horny.”

She yelped when he smacked her ass cheek. “There are no rules in my shower, Mrs. Crawford.”

She circled the bruise on his shoulder where she bit him too hard in a moment of passion. “I’m not Mrs. Crawford yet.”

“In my heart and mind, you already are.” He took her mouth in a firm kiss, making her knees wobble and her pussy clench.

She dueled her tongue with his, a fevered dance in her mouth that caused an intense throbbing all over. She’d never felt this way with any man, only Max, who came into her life when she had least expected it.

He broke off the kiss, swiping his thumbs over her damp cheeks. He soaked her in, while she did the same, no longer shy. Approval shined in his gaze.

“I love you like this.” He nipped her chin. “Naked in my arms, wet, and vulnerable.”

“Why do you like me vulnerable?” She ran her fingers along his fur-lined chest, finding his nipple, taut and ready for her to lick if she so chose. “So you can have your wicked way with me?”

He laughed, a loud echo in the small enclosure. He grabbed her ass and boosted her up until she stood on her toes. She moved in for a kiss, and he dug his fingers in deep, near the crack of her ass. His thumb slipped down, just enough to tickle the edge of her feminine lips. The underside of her clitoris tightened in want.

“We don’t have time to play,” she gasped, spreading her legs to allow him more access to her front.

“Lock your legs around my waist.” He lifted her higher, and she obeyed. Her reward—his cock nestled at her opening. He grunted and pressed her against the tiled wall.

He set his forehead to hers, his gaze smoldering and scorching. “Take me and put me inside you.”

She wiggled, a bit uncomfortable against the tiles. Part of their early morning bed play had involved a new flogger Max had used on her for the first time. The marks had vanished, but the remnants of the lashing and sting of the strap lingered. If she told Max how awkward the position felt, he would stop any or all amorous activities right then and there, leaving them both unfulfilled. She didn’t want find herself on her back or on her knees while he fucked her in the car on the way to their party. She had become more adventurous with him, but she didn’t want to appear in front of hundreds of people looking like she had been fucked within an inch of her life.

“Erika, what’s wrong?” He shifted away, concern etched on his face.

She took his dick, setting it within her slick folds. He sighed and rested his mouth on hers, breathing deeply. With flicks of her tongue, she tasted his mouth and the underside of his bottom lip. “I’m thinking off all the things you did to me this morning.”

“You mean all the things we did together.” He joined his hand to hers, guiding his cock deep inside her.

She melted. Not just because he entered her slowly, stretching her just the right way to accommodate his generous size and large girth, but because they were a team, a true partnership. The power play Max once tried to install in their relationship, with him the Dominant and her the submissive, were over. If he gave, she took, and vice versa. The moment she accepted his marriage proposal, the dynamics between them changed.

They ruled each other equally, an ownership both sanctioned and embraced. One that would never break.

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A sexy excerpt from Burning For You, my M/M romance set in NYC releasing on Monday:

He opened his eyes when he heard the back door open and the muffled sounds of music. The door closed with a bang, and footsteps shuffled over the pavement.

“Patrick?”

There was no use in keeping quiet. Christian would find him soon enough. “Over here.”

“Are you feeling well?” Christian stood in front of him.

He sighed. “How did you know I was out here?”

“I watched you leave. Are you feeling okay?” Christian gave his shoulder a light squeeze.

He swallowed as Christian’s thumb brushed over his collar bone. “I’m not feeling too hot.”

Christian’s licked his bottom lip. “I think I know what can make you feel better.

“What I need is—”

Christian pressed his mouth against Patrick’s and slid his tongue inside. Patrick gasped and spread his fingers across the lean chest. Christian responded by pressing him into the side of the old, rusted phone booth. His knee went between Patrick’s legs and bumped against his groin.

Oh my God. He’s kissing me!

Christian swiped the inside of his mouth with his tongue. “Kiss me back, damn it,” he ordered and bit down on Patrick’s bottom lip.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Patrick whispered as Christian rubbed up against him.

“Just...a few...minutes. Okay?” Christian said between eager kisses.

Ah, why not? He inhaled, wrapped his arms around the older man, and stuck out his tongue to play with Christian’s.

“God, I love your lips.” Christian licked the roof of Patrick’s mouth as he cupped Patrick’s ass cheeks. He brought him up tighter against him, grinding against Patrick’s hard cock.

“Stop, I’ll come.” Patrick muttered against Christian’s mouth.

“We can’t have that now, can we?” Christian gave him another wet kiss.

Patrick lifted Christian’s shirttails from his slacked and reached under to touch his skin.

“Your chest feels nice.”

Christian chuckled and bit down on his ear. He unbuttoned the top of Patrick’s jeans—unzipping his fly. Sliding down into Patrick’s cotton boxers, he squeezed his cock. “I love a man who wears boxers.” He looked at him through heavy lidded eyes and sucked

Patrick’s lip as he stroked up and down his length. “Do you like the way I touch you?”

Yes, God, yes. Patrick nodded and drew him in for another kiss.

Christian chuckled and locked lips with him.

Patrick could barely stand as the other man used his hands in ways no one ever had before, stroking his thumbs along his ridge and then moving his fingers under, drawing circles over his balls. Not even Zane had made him feel this hot. “I’ve never...made out in public or in a...alley,” he huffed against Christian’s mouth and almost clawed at his shoulders as the man’s jeans fell around his ankles.

“Me either. This will be a first for us both.” Christian gave one last tug on Patrick’s dick and got down on his knees.

Patrick Medcaff is a thirty-something blue collar worker trying to make ends meet in Manhattan. He dreams of owning a condo, and in order to do that he has to work a part-time job along with his full time job as a handyman at the ritzy St. Jennings hotel. Patrick will be the newest addition to the New York City College janitorial staff where he is introduced to the shark looking handsome Dean of the Economics department, Christian Jennings.

When Christian and Patrick meet, sparks fly between the two. Patrick thinks nothing can come out of their attraction because Christian is a college graduate who comes from an affluent family made of money, while he barely has two pennies to rub together. Christian, on the other hand, can’t get Patrick off his mind, and will prove that although they are opposites in every way, their desires for one another can’t be ignored.

Soon these two are embarking on a secret love affair. But when an ex-boyfriend of Patrick’s comes back to claim him, Christian will do whatever he can to keep Patrick as his own

HAPPY RELEASE DAY!

“You offered him something else in order to get rid of Colette from your life?”

“She’s not gone forever. She’ll be back. I’ve been given a short reprieve.”

“I’m not giving up on us. I’m much stronger than you give me credit for.” I slid my hands around her neck and kissed her.

She sighed. I was hoping it was one of surrender. She didn’t increase the pressure of her mouth against mine, but kept her lips still. I waited patiently for her next move. She wrapped her arms around me and we held one another, swaying and rocking as if we danced.

“This is nice,” I said, rubbing my lips over hers.

She lifted her face away from mine. “Being with you is nice.”

“Just say the word and I’m yours.” I clasped her around the head and gave her a passionate kiss, showing with action what I needed from her.

This time she participated, and then some. She molded her mouth to mine, sucking and licking, her breathing turning to harsh pants. I wouldn’t let her leave me without having her naked in my bed. With my arms tight around her, I drew her toward my bedroom.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked between nibbles.

“To my bedroom where I’m going to make love to you all night long.”

She swerved us around and I landed against the wall. She shifted her mouth over, puffs of moist air, dampening my cheek. “I can stay all night.”

“And the next morning?” And the one after that and the one after that….

She didn’t answer. She weaved her fingers in my hair and ate at my mouth, using her tongue in ways that made my belly grow heavy and a pulsing heat slicken in between my legs. I cupped her breasts underneath her shirt, molding the globes and swiping her nipples with my thumbs. She moaned, and then laughed, a happy sound that made me smile.

Living in Manhattan and working at Virago, one of the most successful women’s magazines in the nation is a dream come true for Lindsay Pinke. After five years of being overworked and underpaid in the research department, she’s finally noticed by Colette Duarte, the provocative executive editor of the magazine. She offers Lindsay the coveted role as her personal assistant, but first she must prove she’s worthy of the position. Lindsay must interview Victoria Nox, the elusive and extremely private CEO of Nox Media Holdings. If Lindsay succeeds, Colette promises her great things for her publishing career. If Lindsay fails, her chance as a respected writer will be cut short.

A chance meeting with Victoria at a high class function puts into motion a series of events that leaves Lindsay blindsided by her strong physical reaction to the magnetic but foreboding woman. When Lindsay unwittingly falls into Victoria’s world of dark temptations and complex entanglements, she leans the shocking truth Victoria hides about Colette that rocks Lindsay to her very core.

Now that Lindsay has become a balm on Victoria’s soul, is she strong enough to help Victoria confront her shameful past, and stop one woman’s sick games once and for all?

(Riverdale Avenue Books. https://ktgrnt.wordpress.com/2015/01/26/50-shades-of-pink/)

A knock on the door startled me more than it should have.

“I’ll answer the door.” Jayden peered through the peephole. “Your date is here.” He unlocked the door and opened it.

Holy smokes! Victoria looked amazing. Hot. She was dressed for a night on the town in a short sleeve black mini dress and strappy high heeled sandals that made me lock my thighs together from the tugging sensation lodged there.

“Lindsay.” Her purr made my heart skip a beat.

“Victoria,” I whispered, fixated on kissing her until we both couldn’t breathe.

If Jayden noticed the sexual tension in the air, he didn’t acknowledge it. He stayed in the doorway, not letting Victoria enter. “How did you get inside? The door downstairs is locked.”

“It was unlocked,” she said.

He tugged on his dreads and cursed. “This is ridiculous. I’m going to talk to the super.”

“Something wrong?” Victoria looked at me.

“We’re having a problem with unwanted visitors recently. Lindsay can tell you all about it.” Jayden backed away, finally letting Victoria inside. He snagged his jacket off a chair and came over to my side and kissed my cheek. “Be careful, and call me if you run into any problems.”

Stop it, I mouthed to him and pushed him away.

With a frustrated sigh, he nodded at Victoria and then left.

She approached me. “Nice dress.” She kept her eyes on me the entire time.

“Thanks.” I took a step toward her.

She reached me first and smirked. “Nice scarf.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” I said with more force than I had intended.

“Give me your mouth and I will,” she shot back, adding a sexy croon to her order.

Hauling her in close, I pressed my mouth to hers. Her breath was warm and tasted of mint. I sucked down on her bottom lip and moaned. She seized my ass and inserted her tongue in my mouth. We circled our tongues together in an intimate dance that made me damp and needy.

“Forget going out. We can stay here and find something else to do,” I said around her mouth.

Her lips tickled mine as she snorted. “Like get naked?”

“Exactly.” I started to tug her toward my bedroom, but she wouldn’t budge.

“I want to take you out. After the last stressful few days, we deserve some fun.” She gave me a quick kiss and headed to the door.

“What type of fun?” I asked, pushing aside my disappointment of not taking Victoria to my bed.

“The kind you’ll remember for a very long time.” She beckoned me forward. “Let’s go.”

I locked the apartment and we walked down the three flights of stairs holding hands. I liked holding hands with Victoria more than I should. It was sweet gesture I would have never applied to this woman who was only affectionate when it was a means to seduce. Maybe this was a part of the process between us, to establish more trust. Whatever it was, it made me feel giddy. If only Colette wasn’t in the picture.

When we reached the first floor landing, she turned to me as if she was going to say something. Her gaze searched my face and she tightened her grip on my hand. “You’re thinking too hard. Stop it.”

“You have a subtle way with words,” I said.

“Direct and to the point works best.” She kissed my cheek, her way to soften the blow of her words. “I want us to be honest with one another.”

“How honest? You’re willing to tell me everything about your past?” I took her advice and tried the direct approach.

She dropped my hand. “Eventually, but not tonight.”

I wouldn’t press the issue. She would tell me on her own terms. I smiled brightly, ignoring the clawing tension in the air and opened the front door. I almost lost my footing when I spied the long white stretch limo parked in front.

“Is that for us?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, as if it was no big deal. “When was the last time you rode in a limo?”

“This will be my first time.” I continued viewing the limo in awestruck wonder.

A man dressed in a suit opened the back door. Victoria hustled me in. White and red rose pedals covered the seats and floor. A bottle of champagne chilled in a bucket.

“What’s all this?” Dazed, I sat down.

“I’m giving you romance because it’s what you want.” She pointed to the champagne. “Want a glass?”

"I don’t know!” I burst into happy tears.

Living in Manhattan and working at Virago, one of the most successful women’s magazines in the nation is a dream come true for Lindsay Pinke. After five years of being overworked and underpaid in the research department, she’s finally noticed by Colette Duarte, the provocative executive editor of the magazine. She offers Lindsay the coveted role as her personal assistant, but first she must prove she’s worthy of the position. Lindsay must interview Victoria Nox, the elusive and extremely private CEO of Nox Media Holdings. If Lindsay succeeds, Colette promises her great things for her publishing career. If Lindsay fails, her chance as a respected writer will be cut short.

A chance meeting with Victoria at a high class function puts into motion a series of events that leaves Lindsay blindsided by her strong physical reaction to the magnetic but foreboding woman. When Lindsay unwittingly falls into Victoria’s world of dark temptations and complex entanglements, she leans the shocking truth Victoria hides about Colette that rocks Lindsay to her very core.

Now that Lindsay has become a balm on Victoria’s soul, is she strong enough to help Victoria confront her shameful past, and stop one woman’s sick games once and for all?

(Riverdale Avenue Books. https://ktgrnt.wordpress.com/2015/01/26/50-shades-of-pink/)

“You don’t want to sit at your desk?” I assumed she’d want to show her power by sitting behind the wide desk while I sat across from her in a smaller chair. The glass table near the windows would be much more personal and intimate.

“I sit behind my desk almost every day for more hours than I can count. My chair has a permanent indentation of my ass imbedded in the seat.”

A laugh erupted from my mouth. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you said that.”

With more refinement than I would ever have, she sat down on one of the chairs facing the room. “Why?”

“Because you’re being too nice to me.” I blurted, wincing as I spoke. Ugh, me and my stupid mouth!

Her eyes widened and she sputtered…or maybe it was a snort. Whatever it was, she held back laughter.

“I’m a nice person most of the time. I’m leery of you because of who you work for.”

“You mean Colette?” I sat and extracted my notepad and recorder from my bag.

She crossed her legs over the other. “Has she told you about her connection to my family?”

 “She was once friends with your aunt and uncle, and she met you when you moved in with them after your parents’ death. She said she was like your big sister, but you lost touch after you moved to England.”

“Big sister?” Victoria shook her head and her knuckles whitened as she gripped the chair arms.

“You see it differently?” I cleared my throat, wishing I had changed the direction of the conversation away from Colette. I started to press the record button on the recorder but she set it aside.

 “Before we begin, I’m going to establish some rules. Any questions about my former relationship with Colette is off limits. You can ask me anything about my company and my position as CEO, including some personal questions about my likes and dislikes, and mundane things like that. But the years prior to me living in England are something I won’t talk about.”

“Is it because your parents’ death still hurts to talk about?” I asked, trying to ignore the shift in the air. The easygoing atmosphere had been replaced with a stifling tension.

Victoria loosened her grip and folded her hands on her lap. She kept her gaze on my face. “The events surrounding my parents’ death, and the outcome of my life after are common knowledge. If you respect my wishes, I’ll give you new information that should interest your audience.”

“I appreciate that, in light of your…turbulent relationship with Co—”

"That woman and I don’t have a relationship to speak of. She knows why, and using you to find out what I think of her, won’t help her cause.”

“Cause? What do you mean?” I asked, trying not to squirm in my seat.

“You can’t think you’re the first sweet young thing Colette has thrown at me.” Victoria leaned forward with a brittle smile. “Why do you think she sent you to me?”

I refused to back down or submit to this woman with the massive chip on her shoulder. She’d learn I wasn’t a pushover or some silly twit. “She believes in me and wants me to prove I’m worthy—”

Victoria slapped her hands on the table and jumped up from her seat. I jerked back as she leaned in close enough for me to smell her coffee scented breath. “She’s not testing you. She’s testing me, Miss Pinke.” She flicked the tip of my nose and then went over to the windows and stared out of them.

I sat there frozen, other than my chest rising with each inhale and exhale I took. My eyes stung as I held back tears. The worst possible thing would to break down now.

Victoria finally turned back around. The bravado she easily flashed had

vanished.

“She knows my weaknesses too well. You could end up being one of them,” she whispered.

“Me-me?” My voice came out as a squeak and my throat tightened.

She rolled her head across her shoulders and walked back to the table. Instead of taking her seat, she stood behind me and dropped her hand on my shoulder. I tensed, watching our reflection in the window, paralyzed in my seat. My heart quickened and my stomach reeled.

She tugged on my braid and twisted it around her hand. I bit down on my bottom lip, my breath escaping through my mouth in short pants. Heat spread up from legs and along my sides to my torso, and reddened my face.

She bent down low, her mouth brushing the edge of my ear. “It would be too easy to seduce you right now. But I’m not going to do that.”

Why? I mouthed, barely swallowing back a moan.

“Unlike the others before you, I believe you’re an innocent. Plus.” She pressed her cheek to mine. “I don’t want to be your downfall and ruin your life. Think of it as my birthday gift to you.”

I spun around in my seat, flinching from the hold she had on my hair. “Le-let me go.”

She backed away with her hands raised.

Jumping out of my chair, I snagged my bag, flustered and confused. “How did you know it’s my birthday?

“I had you investigated over the weekend so I knew who I’m dealing with.” She moved behind her desk.

I made my way to the door, trying not to hyperventilate. “You need help.”

She lifted a small remote and the door behind me buzzed. “It’s best if you go now.”

I wrenched open the door. It banged against the wall. I didn’t run but I bolted down the hall and toward the door that would lead me to freedom. Annette, typing on her cell, opened the door.

“I’ll take you back to the elevator,” she said, sympathy lining her voice.

I held a trembling hand to my forehead where it started to pound. “You don’t want to know what happened between me and your boss in her office?”

“Miss Nox’s business is her own and not mine.” She studied my face. “I take it the interview didn’t go as you had planned?”

We reached the elevators, and with a tap of her badge, the doors opened. I marched inside and shot her a look of disgust. “Your boss is a bitch.” I then jabbed the button and the doors shut on Annette’s disbelieving face.

The tears I’d kept in check fell from my eyes. I scrubbed them away from my cheeks, angry at myself. I cursed both Colette and Victoria in my head over their sick game I’d been coerced into.

Hurrying out of the building, no one seemed to notice my tears as I walked down the street, utterly defeated.

Living in Manhattan and working at Virago, one of the most successful women’s magazines in the nation is a dream come true for Lindsay Pinke. After five years of being overworked and underpaid in the research department, she’s finally noticed by Colette Duarte, the provocative executive editor of the magazine. She offers Lindsay the coveted role as her personal assistant, but first she must prove she’s worthy of the position. Lindsay must interview Victoria Nox, the elusive and extremely private CEO of Nox Media Holdings. If Lindsay succeeds, Colette promises her great things for her publishing career. If Lindsay fails, her chance as a respected writer will be cut short.

A chance meeting with Victoria at a high class function puts into motion a series of events that leaves Lindsay blindsided by her strong physical reaction to the magnetic but foreboding woman. When Lindsay unwittingly falls into Victoria’s world of dark temptations and complex entanglements, she leans the shocking truth Victoria hides about Colette that rocks Lindsay to her very core.

Now that Lindsay has become a balm on Victoria’s soul, is she strong enough to help Victoria confront her shameful past, and stop one woman’s sick games once and for all?

(Riverdale Avenue Books. https://ktgrnt.wordpress.com/2015/01/26/50-shades-of-pink/)

Hurrying down the hall, I spotted the women’s bathroom near the elevators and high tailed it in there. I danced around in a circle and raised my hands in the air. The meeting with Colette had been intense, but well worth it.

As I came down from my high, I ran cold water over my wrists, a trick my mother had taught me to calm my nerves. The face of the woman staring back at me in the mirror was beat red with glazed over eyes. For some reason my breasts throbbed and my nipples had tightened and would have poked through my shirt, if I hadn’t worn a padded bra.

As I grabbed a paper towel, I knocked the folder over and papers flew everywhere. Annoyed by my own clumsiness, I bent down to retrieve them, placing a black and white photo of a woman on the top. Squatting on my heels, I stared at the picture of the attractive woman, who appeared to look straight at me, as if she was trying to figure out my secrets. My thighs trembled from the excursion of bending down, or it might have been the sudden pitching in my belly and a flush of pressure spreading down my legs. Victoria Nox had a bold look to her, along with a smug expression, all surrounded by stunning beauty. Self-confidence, combined with aloofness shone on her face. This was a woman who would bend to no one. Her barely there smile, showing dark shaded lips, even with the absence of color, drew me in. I couldn’t look away.

When the air from the vent overhead clicked on, I jerked and flipped the picture over, removing the temptation to stare any longer. My reaction didn’t make any sense. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been turned on by a picture of someone, not even a former celebrity crush I once had as a teenager.

I had to keep it together. My job was on the line. I wouldn’t fall for a pretty face, especially someone like Victoria Nox who wouldn’t give me a second glance or thought. But I had to figure out a way to grab her attention in order to score the interview to impress Colette and claim the job I desperately wanted.

Living in Manhattan and working at Virago, one of the most successful women’s magazines in the nation is a dream come true for Lindsay Pinke. After five years of being overworked and underpaid in the research department, she’s finally noticed by Colette Duarte, the provocative executive editor of the magazine. She offers Lindsay the coveted role as her personal assistant, but first she must prove she’s worthy of the position. Lindsay must interview Victoria Nox, the elusive and extremely private CEO of Nox Media Holdings. If Lindsay succeeds, Colette promises her great things for her publishing career. If Lindsay fails, her chance as a respected writer will be cut short.

A chance meeting with Victoria at a high class function puts into motion a series of events that leaves Lindsay blindsided by her strong physical reaction to the magnetic but foreboding woman. When Lindsay unwittingly falls into Victoria’s world of dark temptations and complex entanglements, she leans the shocking truth Victoria hides about Colette that rocks Lindsay to her very core.

Now that Lindsay has become a balm on Victoria’s soul, is she strong enough to help Victoria confront her shameful past, and stop one woman’s sick games once and for all?

(Riverdale Avenue Books. https://ktgrnt.wordpress.com/2015/01/26/50-shades-of-pink/)

Doug tells Jessica what he wants from her...

“I don’t want to be with anyone else but you.”

“Oh.” How could she be his girlfriend when she didn’t have any experience with that sort of thing?

“It’s been a long time since I had a girlfriend.” He lowered his gaze to her mouth and puckered his lips.

He nipped her skin and pulled her hand away. “It didn’t work out for me, so I have to reevaluate my relationship skills. You can help me with that.” The corner of his mouth lifted, and he wagged his eyebrows. “You can tutor me.”

“In the art of love?” She dropped her face to his chest. “How would I grade you?”

“By how happy I make you.” He kissed the top of her head. “And how much I please you in bed.” He then kissed her forehead. “I’ll need many study sessions so I can learn all the different ways to make you come.”

“What about reading material? You might have to order the Kama Sutra or The Joys of Sex online,” she teased, circling her finger around the top button of his shirt.

“I’ll place a book order tomorrow, but for now, we’ll start with an oral presentation and take it from there.” He rose from the couch.

She curled her arms around his neck as he jostled her in his arms while he walked down the hall. “Where are we going?”

“To your classroom.” He carried her into her bedroom and set her on her bed.

He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, showing his wonderful physique. She knelt on the mattress and combed her fingers through the wiry hair on his chest, plucking his nipples along the way.

When he leaned down for a kiss, she held up a finger. “Turn around first.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said and obeyed her command.

Getting off the bed, she stood behind him, smoothing the tight muscles and strong ridges of Doug’s back with her hands. Reaching his right shoulder, she scraped her nails over his shield tattoo, enjoying his rumble of appreciation. She then lifted up on her toes and pressed her mouth there, flicking her tongue over his warm skin.

His rumble morphed into a growl, and he twisted around, claiming her mouth in a kiss. She dug her nails in his back, and he hissed, biting down on her bottom lip. She sighed, rubbing up against him to ride his knee that skated in between her legs. The friction there made her damp and achy, helping build her orgasm.

He slid the hem of her skirt up high around her waist and slid his hand beneath her panties to cup her mound. She jerked up high on her toes, breaking the kiss.

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Jessica teaches Doug a lesson that leads to her bedroom... (spicy excerpt)

“It’s been a long time since I had a girlfriend.” He lowered his gaze to her mouth and puckered his lips.

She set her palm on his mouth, stopping him before he kissed her—then talk would be the last thing on her mind. “But you’ve been married.”

He nipped her skin and pulled her hand away. “It didn’t work out for me, so I have to reevaluate my relationship skills. You can help me with that.” The corner of his mouth lifted, and he wagged his eyebrows. “You can tutor me.”

“In the art of love?” She dropped her face to his chest. “How would I grade you?”

“By how happy I make you.” He kissed the top of her head. “And how much I please you in bed.” He then kissed her forehead. “I’ll need many study sessions so I can learn all the different ways to make you come.”

“What about reading material? You might have to order the Kama Sutra or The Joys of Sex online,” she teased, circling her finger around the top button of his shirt.

“I’ll place a book order tomorrow, but for now, we’ll start with an oral presentation and take it from there.” He rose from the couch.

She curled her arms around his neck as he jostled her in his arms while he walked down the hall. “Where are we going?”

“To your classroom.” He carried her into her bedroom and set her on her bed.

He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, showing his wonderful physique. She knelt on the mattress and combed her fingers through the wiry hair on his chest, plucking his nipples along the way.

When he leaned down for a kiss, she held up a finger. “Turn around first.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said and obeyed her command.

Getting off the bed, she stood behind him, smoothing the tight muscles and strong ridges of Doug’s back with her hands. Reaching his right shoulder, she scraped her nails over his shield tattoo, enjoying his rumble of appreciation. She then lifted up on her toes and pressed her mouth there, flicking her tongue over his warm skin.

His rumble morphed into a growl, and he twisted around, claiming her mouth in a kiss.

She dug her nails in his back, and he hissed, biting down on her bottom lip. She sighed, rubbing up against him to ride his knee that skated in between her legs. The friction there made her damp and achy, helping build her orgasm.

He slid the hem of her skirt up high around her waist and slid his hand beneath her panties to cup her mound. She jerked up high on her toes, breaking the kiss.

“You like the way I touch you, beautiful?” He flicked her clit with his thumb.

“Y-yes, but as your teacher, you must listen to my directions.” She whimpered when he curled a finger upward and inside, finding a particular sweet spot that had her stiffening in pleasure.

“What should I do next, ma’am?” He bowed his head in submission.

She liked this game and the way he wanted her to take over. She usually wasn’t the aggressor in the bedroom, but tonight she gladly accepted her new role. A rush of moist warmth puddled in her core, making her slick with desire.

As the clock strikes midnight, Doug and Jessica take things to the next level...

“I’m glad I met you tonight.” She drew her hair over one shoulder.

“Me, too.” He raised one foot and kissed the back of it. “You have lovely feet.”

“No one has ever complimented my feet before.” She sat up, placing her empty glass on the coffee table.

He drank his wine and flicked her hair with his fingers. “You must have a whole street block of men lining up to date you.”

She worried her bottom lip with her teeth. When he stroked the underside of her jawline, she twisted toward him. “I’ve been called pretty before but never beautiful, and never lovely.”

“What the hell is wrong with the men in this town? Are they blind?” A bubble of rage rose up within his chest.

“There’s something you should know that might give you some insight on why I’ve never been called beautiful.” She blew out a gust of air. “I used to be overweight. Seven years ago my best friend and I decided to make a change because we wanted to impress two guys we had bad crushes on. I lost sixty pounds.”

“That’s amazing!” He hugged her close.

She rested her palm on his knee, circling the fabric of his pants with the edge of her nail. “I thought if I lost enough weight, the guy I liked would be interested in me. He wasn’t, even though I lost too much and was underweight. Last year was a bad one for me because I exercised all the time and became obsessed with losing more weight—”

He caressed the side of her face. “Hey, if this is too much….”

She squeezed his knee. “Let me finish. I saw him tonight, and we had words. It took me long enough, but I’ve seen the light about him.”

“The ex-boyfriend?” He tugged her onto his lap.

She curled her arms around him, laying her head on the crook of his shoulder. “He’ll always find me fat and unattractive.”

“It’s his loss.” And my gain.

She peered up at him, her forehead knitted. “If we’d met when I was still heavy, you wouldn’t have given me a second look.”

“Honey, seven years ago I was still married and you were jailbait.”

She slapped him lightly on the stomach. “I guess I did look like I was still in high school with my horrible acne and chubby cheeks and thighs.”

“I first noticed you because of your mouth and how involved you were eating those chocolate-covered strawberries.” He ran his finger along her top lip. “Then I saw your amazing cleavage in this hot, tight number you’re wearing.”

“I noticed you when I saw the way you watched me, like I was one of those strawberries I was eating.” She drew her hands through his hair. “I love the gray in your hair and in your scruff.” She then slid her hand down to stroke his bristled cheek. “You’re a fine man, aged to perfection.”

Chuckling, he rocked her. She giggled and brushed her nose along his throat.

“Tonight is full of coincidences for us. Remember how I told you my ex-wife is here?”

Jessica stilled.

He could have kicked himself for bringing up Shelli. But it was too late to take it back. “We’ve been divorced for three years. She fell in love with someone else.”

“I’m sorry.” She dropped her hand on his shoulder.

“The last year of our marriage was strained. I was going to recommend marriage counseling, but then she dropped a bomb on me.” He swallowed, that shitty night flashing through his mind. “She wanted a divorce because she didn’t love me anymore and wanted to be with her lover.”

Jessica cringed. “Ouch.”

“Yeah.” More like it hurt like a mother fucker at the time, but the pain had faded. He’d better veer to another subject before it killed the mood. “Let’s talk about something else.”

“Like the weather?” She curled her arms around him and yawned.

“You’re falling asleep on me?” He stroked her smooth cheek.

“The wine made me drowsy.” She peered into his face. “Maybe you need to help me find my second wind.”

“What do you recommend?” His cock came to life again, and he arched his hips to give her an idea of what they could do to stay awake.

She set her hand low on his stomach. “You should be able to come up with an idea.”

Sounds of cheering and music exploded from the television, and the muffled screams and clapping outside the room announced midnight’s arrival. People kissed in Times Square, bright-colored confetti raining down on them as they celebrated.

“It’s midnight.” He cupped her nape.

“I’ve been waiting all night for this. I, uh, never shared a kiss with a man on New Year’s Eve. Will you be my first?”

He tilted back her head, more than ready to be her first. He would make it good for her. “Lucky me.” He dropped his mouth over hers.

She let out a breathy purr as he sucked gently on her lips and then lapped with his tongue. Gripping the side of his neck, she opened her mouth wide, possessing his in a deep pull that went straight into his groin. His pulse raced in his ears, his body shuddering as he tried to remain in control. His balls tightened, and his dick jerked as Jessica tasted him. Finding her tongue, he captured it, sucking with a few gruff moans.

“Oh, Doug.” She curled her arms around his head, first taking his top lip and caressing the underside then swiping downward to play with his lower lip.

He let her take over, succumbing to her every lick and suck as her nails scraped his scalp, lulling him into a state of relaxation. But when she broke their kiss and leaned down to nibble on the side of his throat, his blood boiled and his lower back clenched—a sign he was ready to explode.

It all starts with a dance for Doug and Jessica...

He kissed her knuckles and tugged her to her feet. She stared at him in charming confusion. “I haven’t danced once tonight. Would you dance with me?”

“Are you asking because you feel bad for me?” She stepped back.

He set his hands on her waist to keep her locked in place. “Lady, you think I feel bad for you? Hell, I wanted to get you out on the dance floor the moment I saw you eating those strawberries.”

“Lady?” She laid her palm on the middle of his chest. “Isn’t that the title of some eighties’ song? How old are you?”

He wasn’t ready to discuss their ages just yet. Once he’d held her in his arms and made her forget every man that came before him, including a kiss he wanted to claim from her at midnight, then maybe he would tell her his age. “Dance with me first, and then I’ll tell you.”

“I like the way you think, Mister Mister,” she said with a giggle and joined him on the dance floor off to the side near one of the speakers.

“We’re going to talk in eighties’ song titles now?” He placed his hands on her waist, pulling her in tight.

Her arms came around his neck as she looked up at him. “I’m a child of the nineties, which can help you guess my age.” She pressed her mouth under his ear. “Not that I care how old you are.”

His pulse raced again, and his erection jutted the front of his pants. Swinging Jessica around in a circle, he tried putting some space between them, but she kept brushing against him.

She pressed her cheek to his shoulder. “You’re very nice.”

He didn’t want to be nice in her eyes. Nice was boring. He’d been too nice for too long.

He wanted her to find him sexy and daring. The way she snuggled up to him while they swayed unleashed a passion he hadn’t felt in years. He ached to set it free. Maybe Jessica would help him release this sudden fever. Lowering his face, he inhaled her floral scent.

She lifted her head with a drowsy-eyed stare aimed at him. “Are you sniffing my hair?”

“I plead the fifth.” He kissed the middle of her forehead.

“My mouth is here.” She pointed to a juicy lip he couldn’t wait to taste.

“I’m building up the anticipation for midnight.” He twirled her outward, enjoying her startled gasp, and then pulled her back in. She said something he didn’t catch and then pinched his side. He laughed and started to swing back around but caught sight of one of his guys dancing with his girlfriend.

He nodded at Chris Lockeheart who scowled in his direction. Finding it odd, he shrugged it off. Chris started to mouth something at him, but then his girlfriend drew him down for a kiss and cupped his ass.

Thinking his subordinate’s poor mood must be sexual frustration because of his girlfriend’s roaming hands and mouth, Doug turned back to the sensual woman in his arms.

Jessica peered up at him, more alert than before. She caressed his back with her nails, leaving pleasant tingles in her wake. “I just turned thirty-one on Christmas.”

No going back now. “I’m turning forty-five on February fourteenth.”

Her eyes widened, and he braced for her to chide him for their fourteen-year age gap. Instead, she hopped on her toes. “We’re both born on holidays! Another wonderful coincidence.”

“That’s all you have to say?” He clasped her by the hips, biting the inside of his cheek to stop from groaning when she rocked against him.

“What do you want me to say, Grandpa?” She skipped back and folded her arms behind her back.

Oh, so it’s going to be like that. Taking her for another spin as the slow tune changed to a faster beat, he claimed her mouth in a punishing kiss, proving he was far from being just nice or too old.

Blurb: Seven years ago, the once overweight Jessica Mulligan made a pact with her best friend that ended up changing her life for the better. Now sixty pounds lighter, Jessica’s self-confidence has soared, but her longtime firefighter crush still won’t notice her.

What she doesn’t count on is catching the eye of his boss, the much older and handsome Captain Douglass Finley, who thinks she’s perfect in so many ways…

Three years ago, Doug Finley’s life took a turn for the worse when his wife admitted to an affair with their next door neighbor. Other than the possibility of a promotion to Deputy Fire Commissioner, the only thing he looks forward to is weekends with his eleven-year-old daughter. With his forty-fifth birthday around the corner, his love life is in the toilet. The ritzy New Year’s Eve bash he has been roped into feels like torture, until he spies a vision of beauty eating chocolate covered strawberries like she’s making love to them…and all he can think about is making love to her.

When Jessica admits she never had an orgasm, he’s determined to give her the ultimate New Year’s fantasy she’ll never forget.

But can he convince her they belong together for longer than one night?

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A chance encounter between a successful author and a billionaire owner of an underground BDSM club, leads to the most pivotal relationship of their lives…

Synopsis: Erika Walsh has carried a torch for Christopher Milton, heir to her father’s publishing empire for years. After one steamy make out session she begins to wonder if it might develop into something more. But when M. L. Crawford, better known as Max, her father’s publishing rival, seeks her out at a society event, she’s drawn to his magnetic charisma and powerful demeanor. Their verbal bantering and innuendo laced overtones stir feelings she never knew existed, and soon Erika is consumed with knowing the real man under Max’s restrained public façade.

Erika’s sweet nature and naivety excites Max to near madness. He wants to train her in the art of seduction and make her succumb to his every wish and command…as his perfect submissive. Yet, Christopher is determined to keep Erika from becoming the latest victim of Max’s sinister sexual hungers. He knows all too well what Max hides in his black soul and will stop at nothing to reveal all of Max’s secrets in order to protect the one thing he holds dear above all else- Erika.

Max’s dark desires scare yet arouse Erika, as he opens her eyes to a new bold world full of passion and ecstasy she never imagined until him. But the biggest question remains: Is Erika’s craving for Max just an illusion that transpires behind the walls of The Gate?

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Synopsis: Erika has reinvented herself as an author of erotic romance under the pseudonym, Lily Fredericks. After her eight month sabbatical in New Orleans, she’s returning to Manhattan to promote her new book. Chris is handling her book tour and wants Erika to give him another chance. She’s forgiven Chris, but Max is always in her thoughts. Sick of waiting for Erika to come to her senses, Max takes matters into his own hands. He’ll go to New Orleans to claim her before it’s too late.

With Erika back in Manhattan, both Chris and Max try to seduce her in the hopes she’ll choose one of them. As both men battle for her heart, a woman from Max’s past reappears, bent on revenge. Chris will ruin Max anyway he can in order to make Erika his own. However, Max has something up his sleeve to insure he’s the victor, but not without a price—Erika’s soul.

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Coming January 5th 2015: The New Year's Fantasy, a Contemporary Romance featuring a forty-four year old hairy chested firefighter hero and a thirty-one year old school teacher heroine whose one night stand on New Year's Eve becomes much more. The New Year's Fantasy is connected to The Christmas Fantasy, a holiday novella I published with Decadent Publishing in 2010.

Since I published The Christmas Fantasy, readers have wanted Jessica's HEA. Jessica is the best friend of Mandy, the heroine in The Christmas Fantasy. Douglass, the furry chested hot older hero also appears in The Christmas Fantasy. The New Year's Fantasy is a 115 pages chock full of a sexy May/December romance with two people who are the least likely to fall in love with one another.

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Synopsis: Seven years ago, the once overweight Jessica Mulligan made a pact with her best friend that ended up changing her life for the better. Now sixty pounds lighter, Jessica’s self-confidence has soared, but her longtime firefighter crush still won’t notice her.

What she doesn’t count on is catching the eye of his boss, the much older and handsome Captain Douglass Finley, who thinks she’s perfect in so many ways…

Three years ago, Doug Finley’s life took a turn for the worse when his wife admitted to an affair with their next door neighbor. Other than the possibility of a promotion to Deputy Fire Commissioner, the only thing he looks forward to is weekends with his eleven-year-old daughter. With his forty-fifth birthday around the corner, his love life is in the toilet. The ritzy New Year’s Eve bash he has been roped into feels like torture, until he spies a vision of beauty eating chocolate covered strawberries like she’s making love to them…and all he can think about is making love to her.

When Jessica admits she never had an orgasm, he’s determined to give her the ultimate New Year’s fantasy she’ll never forget.

But can he convince her they belong together for longer than one night?

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