Make It Count NC-17

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 Make it Count NC-17

 Snow. For some unfathomable reason, it calmed him and soothed his soul. In his office hung his prized Ansel Adams print, a stark black and white landscape of an apple orchard in Yosemite, with Half Dome in the background.  To him, it was majestic and fantastical in its simplicity.

Now and Again

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Marti and Joe: Now and Again

Martine is tired, hungry and not in the mood to put up with the thousands of shopping carts clogging the aisles at Whole Foods. It is a hot Friday in June, the end of a crazy workweek, and whatever patience Marti started with is now on a slippery slope. As she weaves in and around other harried customers, she admits that part of her problem is Kit; tonight will be her first night without him for two weeks. This morning he boarded a plane flying East to spend part of his summer break with his dad.

Here and Now Chapt. 2 NC-17

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Here and Now Chapter 2 NC-17

As they step onto the dance floor, he pulls her close, catching the scent of her perfume again. He wonders if she’s always smelled this good and he’d been too young and stupid to notice. His pulse quickens as her body brushes his; he should be shocked by this hard, gut-wrenching attraction, but all he feels are her breasts against his chest and her hair brushing his chin as they sway, following the heavy bass.

Just One More Time NC-17

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Just One More Time NC-17

(Sequel to The New Neighbor)

Her eyes search the kitchen frantically, looking for something, anything, she can use to hurt him. He lunges for her again, nearly falling over, but he catches himself on the edge of the counter at the last minute. He’s blocking her only exit, and his eyes are mean and hungry. She fights looking towards the stairs to see if Kit is there, hiding, watching, and prays he’s still asleep. She feels sweat trickling down the small of her back. She knows he is eventually going to catch her.

He lurches again, grabbing her wrist. Reflexively, she reaches behind her to clench the side of the sink and wrenches herself free. She casts a furtive glance behind her and sees scissors sticking out from beneath the dishtowel. Fear spears her stomach, stealing her breath. Saying a quick prayer he won’t see her, she grabs them. They continue the dangerous dance around the kitchen island, he trying to grab her, she trying to escape. Suddenly his meaty hand catches the back of her shirt, and she can’t twist out of his reach. He spins her around, and she smells the whisky on his breath. Without thinking she swings her arm, stabbing him, then stumbles backwards, breaking his hold. The scissors is sticking out of his chest. 

Here and Now NC-17

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Chapter 1

The night was warm, but the breeze was cool coming off the lake, and the only light came from the moon as it cast a spotlight on the black water. The grassy beach was deserted, but tucked under a stand of trees, hidden in the shadows they lay on an old, worn blanket. She was on her back, naked save for the tiny denim shorts he was desperately trying to get into. His chest covered her, hard, smooth skin pressed against her soft full breasts, and he felt her heartbeat. He wanted to go slow, but his cock was ready to explode.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. Her kisses tasted better than his mom’s lemon pie and his dad’s whisky. He needed to touch her, to bury dick inside her. He rubbed the denim covering her pussy, and she lifted her hips, pressing hard against his palm. He punished himself for another long, agonizing minute until he unbuttoned her fly and slid his hand inside. His finger brushed against her swollen clit, and she whimpered in his mouth. He bit back a low growl and slowly slid a finger inside; she was so hot and wet, he almost came.  She unwrapped her arms from around his neck and frantically began pushing her shorts down her legs then reached for the snap of his jeans…

Will’s alarm wailed, and he awoke, stiff and breathing heavy.

Goddamn it, Dory.

Toys for Boys NC-17

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Toys for Boys NC-17

He's upstairs waiting for me. It takes all my willpower not to run to him, to take the steps two at a time and fall into his arms. But this damn chapter needs to be finished and emailed to my editor before I can have my wicked way with him, so I'll finish it if it kills me.

The New Neighbor NC-17 - Complete

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The New Neighbor NC-17



Joe knocked three times, but no one was answering the door. He knew someone was home, there was music blaring loud enough for him to hear it across the street.

He’d seen the moving truck in the driveway two days ago, so he assumed whomever was inside was unpacking. He wrapped on the door, hard one last time. Knowing it was useless, he opened the screen door and stepped inside, hoping he’d see someone.

“Hello?” He yelled loudly. Perhaps she was upstairs in one of the bedrooms. Just then, he caught movement in the back of the house, and he walked through the living room to the back of the house. He stopped in the kitchen doorway, his “hello” caught in the back of this throat. She was standing on her toes in front of a kitchen cabinet, shimmying to the Usher song coming from an unseen speaker while wiping down the shelves. Her hair was piled haphazardly on the back of her head, and even though the house was cool, drops of sweat trickled down her hairline and disappeared between her shoulder blades. She was wearing a white tank top that hugged her back and ended at the top of the most amazing ass he’d ever seen.  She wore a pair of hot pink boy shorts, and his fingers twitched. He wondered if she was in college.