FREE for a short time: WICKED GAME

“A thrilling murder mystery wrapped around some sizzling hot sex.” – Meagan’s Romance Reviews

WickedGame_600x900Family means everything to P.I. Alexis Signorino. After being orphaned at a young age she grew up running rampant between her uncles garage and the biker bar next to it. When bar owner Jimmy D, a man she thinks of as family, is charged with murder there’s nothing that can stop her from running to his rescue.

Going home isn’t easy, but she slides smoothly into the role of cocktail waitress in The Crib, and begins searching for the real murderer. When Devon Kaye strolls into the bar, not only does her libido kick into high gear, so do her instincts. There’s much more to the criminally hot biker than meets the eye. Her gut says the sexy mystery man isn’t the murderer, but he’s definitely hiding something.

The questions are piling up, and Lexy is determined to find the answers even if it means indulging in some sinful acts along the way.

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“This is a raw and sensual story. Lexy is not your average heroine, and Devon is more than her match.” – Romantic Times BookClub

“[Wicked Game is] so smooth and compelling. Raw when it needs to be, romantic and sensual when it needs to be. I just enjoyed the story so much!” – USA Today Best Selling Author Julie Leto

previously published by Kensington as “The Crib”.

Chapter One

A heady mixture of adrenaline and arousal coursed through my veins as I lifted the half-full snifter to my lips to sip at the creamy concoction. I’d been trying for hours to wrap my mind around the latest news I’d received. Jimmy D, a man I considered family, was a murder suspect. My temper had been simmering since I got off the phone, and I couldn’t seem to get a grip.

I’d learned that the only way for me to deal when that happened was to go in search of a physical release. A fight was one way to take the edge off my emotions and give me a chance to think again, but my sparring partner was out of town, so I had gone with option two.

Setting the drink down again, I swiped my tongue slowly across my top lip to catch anything left behind, and watched my companion’s eyes darken. A slow flush crept across his high cheekbones and he inched closer.

He was a good-looking guy. In a clean-cut boy next-door kind of way that made him look younger than he probably was. Not my usual type. However, I knew for a fact that looks could be deceiving. And the fact that he was hanging out in this bar, a known meet-market, told me that he wasn’t as naïve or innocent as he appeared.

Just like I wasn’t as frail or delicate as I appeared.

“What was your name again?” I tossed my hair over my shoulder and looked him up and down.

“Steve,” he answered.

“Are you horny, Steve?”

Now it was his neck that slowly turned red. I slipped my hand below the edge of the bar, leaned into him, and reaching between his legs, tested his size. His cock swelled beneath my fingers, and a satisfying feeling of power swept over me.
Men. They were so predictable.

“I think you’ve discovered the answer to that question yourself,” he spoke with confidence.

With a naughty smile I stroked him a few times through his trousers. That was all it took. He reached into his pocket and tossed a few bills on the bar for the tab. Stepping back, he took my now empty hand in his, and we exited the bar.
The night air was humid and the parking lot was dark, a couple of the lights along the roof of the building burnt out. I automatically scanned my surroundings, noticing dark corners and the proximity of potential danger zones. It was the perfect place for illicit activities.

God, I loved the rush of living-on-the-edge, of doing the unexpected.

Steve lead the way across the parking lot, with me following him, not saying a word. Instead, I focused on the way my heart raced, my pussy lips plumped, and my juices pooled between my thighs.

He hadn’t even touched me yet. The overeager reaction of my body was a clear sign I was doing the right thing. I needed this liberation from my tangled thoughts for just a short time.

Steve stopped next to a big shiny red pickup truck that was backed up against the building, and beeped the door unlocked.

“This is yours?”

“Yup.” He ushered me between the truck and the compact car parked next to it. “Where are you going?”

Instead of climbing into the truck like he’d expected, I continued to walk toward the building. With a quick glance I confirmed my suspicions. There was just enough room for what I had in mind.

Reaching into my bra I skipped over the small blade I kept nestled between my breasts, and pulled out the condom I’d tucked next to it earlier. I handed it to Steve, and then let down the tailgate of the truck.

Bending over the end of the truck, I planted my hands on the truck bed and spread my legs, feeling the cool air on my hot sex. I looked over my shoulder, quirked an eyebrow at the gaping man, and wiggled my tail.

“Here?” he croaked.

“Here.”

An eager grin spread across his expressive face and he couldn’t unzip his pants fast enough. Once I saw him rolling the condom onto his rigid hard-on, I turned away and looked out over the parking lot.

“Lexy, baby,” he said as he lifted my skirt and grabbed my hips. “You’re a fantasy come to life, aren’t you?”

“Don’t talk, Steve.” I arched my back and thrust back against his groin. Reaching between my legs with one hand I gripped his cock, guiding him to my entrance. “You’ll ruin the fantasy.”

An ecstatic groan echoed in the empty lot as he thrust deep. My eyelids dropped to half-mast and I fought to keep my head up, to keep my eyes on the other dark corners as my insides pulsed low and heavy. The thrill of the forbidden enhanced the fire burning through my veins. A moan slipped from me when the man behind me gripped my hips tighter, and pumped into me faster and harder. His rigid cock slid in and out, filling me and pulling away in delicious torture. Our panting breaths filled the silence in the dark night air and my insides started to clench. A mini spasm swept over me when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye.

It was another couple, strolling into the parking lot, arms wrapped around each other. They hadn’t seen us yet and I doubted they would as they were heading for the other side of the lot. But just the chance that we might get caught had me striving for the orgasm already building inside me. I lifted a hand from the truck bed, reached between my thighs, and pinched my swollen clit.

A shudder racked my body, and I bit my lip to stifle my outcry as pleasure rolled over me in waves. My orgasm set off Steve’s and he bucked against me, groaning loud enough for the couple across the parking lot to turn in our direction before jumping into their car quickly.

Steve leaned over my back for a few seconds to catch his breath before pulling out. I used that time to catch my own breath and shake off any misplaced sense of shame.

I turned to Steve after pulling my skirt down, and patted him on the cheek softly. “Thanks. I needed that.”

“Can I get your number?” He called out as I walked away.

I didn’t bother to answer. The orgasm had cleared my head, and I knew what I had to do. I didn’t really want to go back to Edmonton, but I wasn’t about to stand by and lose another loved one when I could do something about it.

Most men think women use sex to get what they want, out of them, out of life. But I know different. I know that women are trained from childhood to believe that sex is something special, to be shared only with someone special. That it’s more than just an urge, or a natural high. I know that if women really used sex as a weapon, they’d be more dangerous.

They’d be more like me.

What to do?

This fall I was hoping to catch up with some long overdue novellas that my fans have been waiting patiently for – ROGUE HEART and ONE CHOICE – but I’ll be honest. The way time has been flying past has made that highly unliklely, though, and the creative juices are flowing so I’m not promising anything there right now.

The funny thing is, I believe those other ideas are simmering for a couple of reasons. The main one being, I think the erotic romance market is over saturated. I choose to believe this is why my sales are so slow. Because there are so many choices out there, and I’m lost to readers who don’t already know me.  And while I love choices, I also love to be able to pay my bills. I can’t afford to do big promotions, and massive giveaways like I’ve seen some do, and well, to be honest, I don’t know HOW to do a lot of that stuff. I’ve tried to pick up the pace with promotions, and events, but it’s not helping. And when the sales are this slow, well, the writing slows down. So I’ll be going back to a full-time day job this fall. Less writing time.

I’m also rethinking what I’m going to spend that writing time on. I had such high hopes for Overwatch, and my author friends tell me I need to have a few more books in the series before I give up on it, but I just don’t know if I can. I love the characters,and the stories they have to tell, but, well, I gotta live, and they just aren’t selling.  I’ll be blunt so people can understand. NONE of my Overwatch stories have paid through. That means that after putting out money for cover art, editing, formatting, and some small promotions, I have not made a penny in profits. Not one.

And my living expenses are not counted in the books expenses. So once again, I’m back to living on credit. (Yes, this happened when I was writing fro NY publishers too. I made more money, but I spent a lot more on promotions, thinking it was an investment that would eventually pay off. And maybe it would’ve if I hadn’t fallen into a depression and stopped writing for 4 years. But I did, and I think any momentum I had disappeared.

Now, I’m not pumping them out every three months like some do/can, and I’ve come to the realization that if that is what it takes to be a success as an author now-days, then I’m not gonna make it.  It’s that simple. I made writing my life for five years, and it just about killed me. I’m not being dramatic. I’m being honest. I gained over 150 pounds, fell into a depression, and suffered major health problems. I have been fighting for four years to get back to myself. I’m not willing to lose myself to be a full-time writer again.

So, I’m just not sure what to do, and the truly sad thing…I’m not the only one thinking/feeling this way. My associates that are feeling this way are not new to the business either, we’ve all been multi-published for many years, and  were so excited by the chance to go Indie and have some control and maybe make some money, but for whatever reason, we’re drowning now.

Anyone with thoughts or advice, please share.

 

 

 

 

Summer Plans

My summer plans have been in motion for a few months now, and well…. plans just don’t seem to work out for me. It’s getting frustrating. .
For health, I’ve been doing water aerobics and pool workouts 2-3 times a week. My back and knees are feeling good enough that I’m starting to add strength training as regular thing too. I’m determined to get back a healthier me.

Healthier equals happier, and more creative. Seriously, I always notice a big upswing not just in motivation but in my creativity as well, when I’m being more active.

Speaking or creativity. Here’s the plan.
I set aside my futirstic/sci-fi in June. I’ll get back to it when I feel the urge, which who knows when that will be. LOL

Current WIP is MARKED BY A DARE, a novella set in Carly Phillips Dare World. It’s set ot release on Sept 22, and I’m just staring it- even though I tried to start it July 1st. I’ve had a very hard time getting it going.

Then I’m expanding and rewriting UNABASHED, the second  Ronnie and Ian novella. If you’re read UNFETTERED – and if you haven’t, Why the hell not? – then you know who I’m talking about. I revisited them recently with my novella UNABASHED. It’s in the Every Which Way anthology that is out right now, in case you didn’t know.  I was going to write a third installment/novella to stand on it’s own and decided against it. Instead of releasing UNABASHED on its own as it is, I”m just going to expand it,so Unabashed is longer, and completes the main introduction/story of Ronnie and Ian and release it as one story instead of two shorter novellas. What do you think? Good Idea? or do you like a couple of shorter novellas instead of a longer one?

Once this is done, then Ian and Ronnie’s story will be caught up with where PRIMAL ends, timeline wise, then I’ll move forward with CARNAL.

 

 

 

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