This is my first post here at 69 Shades of Smut. I’m looking forward to chatting, sharing, and smutting with readers on the 14th & 28th of every month. I just left my day job (Friday was my last day!) and am ready to take on the world as a full-time writer! I’ll be sharing my adventure will all of you! Can you tell by my liberal use of exclamation points that I’m excited??
I’ve written sexy, emotional stories for Samhain, Ellora’s Cave and Red Sage over the past six years – has it been six years? – and have twenty novels, novellas, and short stories available. I hope over the coming months to add another publisher or two to the mix. I’m a firm believer in not having all your eggs in one basket and to spreading the love around.
My most recent release is a contemporary erotic romance, Silken Canvas. I am so in love with this book, from the gorgeous cover, to the sexy artist hero, to the angsty mix of BDSM elements. It’s available in e-book format now and I was just informed that the print release date will be November 5th.
He can work with her body…as long as he doesn’t touch her heart.
Brendan Cole burst onto the art scene in a blaze, creating erotic works of art from beautiful women. Recently, though, reviews suggest that his brilliance is burning out. He knows what’s missing—inspiration. He lost it the day his ex-lover and muse, Ashley Mancuso, walked out on him.
Together, they can once again create the erotic images that will silence the critics forever.
When Ashley runs into Brendan at an art gallery, their attraction is as hot as ever. Though she swore to never again take second place to his art, she finds herself agreeing to an impromptu photo shoot. Once in front of his lens, five long years of suppressing her kinky side melts away—and shakes her resolve to keep it strictly business.
One spellbinding session after another makes it impossible to resist talking of fantasies and long-buried desires. But once the images hit the gallery walls, all the fears and insecurities that drove them apart create a rift wide enough for danger to find its way in…
Brendan grabbed her wrist with a hand that trembled slightly. He thought he’d done well not going totally crazy while he listened to her talk to her ex-boyfriend. Or maybe he wasn’t really an ex.
Brendan tugged her out of her chair and she stumbled as she came toward him, her soft body bumping against his.
Ashley might not want a future with him, but she was his right now. His to command. His to touch. “Let’s go. You’re here to work, remember?” He pulled her across the living room and into the studio, then slammed the door behind them. Ashley stopped in the middle of the floor and turned around to look at him. He recognized arousal mixed with the confusion on her face.
“No talking,” he snapped. “We’re working now.” The last thing he needed was to hear about Stuart. Why was she considering going back to him? Did those kisses last night mean nothing to her? Time to wipe that jerk out of her mind.
“Strip.” He leaned back against the table and hoped he looked more indifferent than he felt as he watched her. She stared at him for a moment, then licked her lips before she slowly stripped off her T-shirt and revealed her amazing breasts. God, they were gorgeous, full and firm, nipples tight and dark. His fingers curled so tightly into his palms they hurt. She bent over to pull her jeans off, revealing those long, shapely legs and plain white panties. He stared at her until she removed the panties too.
Brendan let her stand there after she was completely naked, looking a little uncomfortable, more than a little aroused. Good. He didn’t say a word as he contemplated today’s session.
His body hardened as he planned binding Ashley the way he’d always liked to. It had been way too long. No fanciful red ribbons today. No pop beads that could come apart with the slightest pressure. She wasn’t going to be able get away from him this time.
He strode to the storage closet in the corner. In his New York studio, he had more props, a brass bed and hooks and other gear. But there was plenty he could do with the supplies he had here.
Brendan grabbed a couple lengths of rope off a hook on the wall and turned to Ashley. He braced himself against the burst of emotions he could no longer ignore. The previous shoots had been foreplay. They’d all been leading up to this.
“Remember this rope?” He ran the coil along her arm and saw her shiver. “Soft. Black. It was your favorite. Or have you forgotten?”
“I haven’t forgotten,” she whispered, her eyes focused on the coil of rope looped in his hand.
“Good. Put your hands behind your back.”
I’m looking forward to being a part of the gang here at 69 Shades and sharing more of my releases and adventures as a full-time writer. I hope you’ll all come along with me for the ride.