The devil didn’t drag me to hell; I willingly went with him.
Being the baby mama of Atlanta’s notorious drug lord comes with unexpected perks. I’m protected at all times, and I have a nanny at my disposal so I can run my coffee shop. The other apparent setback, Cameron, aka Finesse, always has a target on his back, and in turn, so do I.
To protect my sanity, I had to break free from him finally. But now the question is, for how long?
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“Your sister is a party girl,” I reply to Ethan, and he stops walking. “She loves a good party, doesn’t she? She’s always in the clubs, always at some baller’s home…she’s really popular with the athletes.”
Ethan turns to me and I feel the anger in his eyes. I glance down to see one fist curl up into a tight ball and he quickly releases it before he realizes I’m watching him. “Be very careful, Page.”
I hold up my hands in defense. “I haven’t said anything wrong. I just said what is widely known. I have many followers on social media but Makayla? That’s her name. She has a ton. Like six figures.” I whistle. “Man, I could never be that popular.”
Ethan walks closer to me and is stopped by his partner. I look at my fingernails and continue. “I also hear she’s a bit of a peddler herself. She likes to party. A white girl is peddling white girl and egg rolls.” I shake my head. “Now, you would think that because you’re in the police department, everyone in your family would lean a certain way. You know the good old bullshit ‘stand for the cops,’ ‘blue lives matter,’ all that. Yet, even though your sister is known to have drugs on her at any given time, you don’t pay attention to that. I guess coming after the son of a well-known senator would make headlines, wouldn’t it? Get you that promotion. Get that Oprah sit-down and ask people how hard it was to choose between your career and your new family?” I lock eyes with Ethan. “And at what cost are you willing to pay for that?”
Ethan lunges at me, and I shake my head. “Temper, temper.”
“You wouldn’t destroy everything Taylor worked for just to get back at me, Page.” Ethan smiles. “You wouldn’t be that stupid. Or are you?”
I nod toward him as I stand up, and my attorney follows. “We both know Taylor left me, so that little guilt trip you pulled wouldn’t do shit.” I button my suit. “But here’s a riddle I want you to think long and hard about….” I walk up towards him, and people are standing between us in case one of us acts a fool, and it’s not me. “…what do you think will get your sister addicted the quickest? My product or my dick?” Ethan lunges toward me, and I blow him a kiss. “You have a beautiful day, detective.”
But it’s been a little crazy in my offline world and I figured why not.
So, this is something different – A D’Amato Brother book that is exclusively available on Kindle Vella. Yes, Kindle Vella! I’ll upload an episode a week (the first two are readily available) and that’s it. Eventually, this book will be on Kindle Unlimited.
So, I hope you enjoy! xoxoxo
Blurb:
She knew Nick D’Amato. She did not know Saint Nick.
When Zerrin Campbell-D’Amato discovers an illicit secret about her husband, she doesn’t feel jealous or betrayed. Instead, she feels intense arousal. She also knows her husband is reluctant to fulfill a new request unless she asks.
Professor Nick D’Amato is renowned as Saint Nick, one of the best Doms in the world. He’d trained many submissive and Doms and was well-respected. When his wife discovers his secret, he wonders if she can handle everything she asks for.
Tesoro Mio is an erotic novella that continues To Love and Obey. It’s about trust, love, and the Dom/sub dynamic.
Snippet:
Whitney told Zerrin about a time before Nick married her and what He used to do. He’d tied her against a wooden plank and fucked her until her throat was raw from screaming. He devised a creative use for nipple clamps and used them to pry her cunt open. It seemed Nick didn’t hold back and gave it to Whitney as complex and intense as she could take it.
With Zerrin, however, Nick changed his tune. He was aggressive in bed, but it was never violent. Sure, he’d spanked and flogged her, but it was never intentionally painful. He never tried to harm her.
Now, Zerrin wanted Nick to torment her.
She didn’t want to admit she was aroused and jealous by how aggressive her husband could be. She’d heard of stories of His reputation with other submissives and how passionate He was with every implement He’d used. One submissive recalled how Nick flogged her to classical music, striking her with every chord played.
Another submissive recounted how Nick and Scott double-teamed a submissive; one licked her pussy until she climaxed five times while the other fucked her face. When they were done, they shot all over the sub’s face as she greedily sucked them off.
Last, one submissive recalled a time Nick gave an anal sex demonstration at The Boundary and nearly every woman in the audience wanted Nick to practice on her next.
The Saint Nick persona was wholly different and hidden from the rest of the D’Amato brood. Nick took great pains to ensure his privacy and that of others who’d serviced Him. Zerrin didn’t mind that it was their sexy little secret and relished how she served Him without speaking. She did everything He’d requested of her, with no questions asked.
Now Zerrin had one of the biggest questions of her own.
She shifted her stance and fumbled with the pearl necklace around her neck. Nick’s gaze was intense, smoldering, and cut straight to her soul. She swallowed her emotions and took a small breath as a sensual current passed between them. He would do it if she requested Nick to be rough with her.
The real question was: would she be able to handle it?
Zerrin held Nick’s smoldering gaze and swallowed. Her body hummed, and she cleared her throat to quiet it. She felt her pulse skyrocket and the feeling of want in her panties. She hadn’t had that feeling in…well, when was the last time she had that feeling?
There was a saying that it takes the wrong man to bring out the absolute worst in a woman. The expression neglected to mention that sometimes it takes the right man to do the same.
The devil didn’t drag me to hell; I willingly went with him.
Being the baby mama of Atlanta’s notorious drug lord comes with unexpected perks. I’m protected at all times, and I have a nanny at my disposal so I can run my coffee shop. The other apparent setback, Cameron, aka Finesse, always has a target on his back, and so do I.
To protect my sanity, I had to break free from him finally. But now the question is, for how long?
Snippet:
Cameron pulls his chair over to me and has me sit on his lap, facing him as he feeds me. I feel every inch of him pressing against me, but he’s not aroused yet. We’re so intimate, and shame on me for wearing yoga pants instead of a skirt.
I swallow the fruit tart and feed Cameron one. His face is euphoric as he takes a bite. His face is the same look as he enters inside me every time. “How do you know Ayesha?”
“I didn’t. She came as a recommendation from Tesh. I trust Tesh more than anyone, so I didn’t question it.” He takes a bite of the cream puff with hazelnut. “She lives in another guest house on the property. She also likes her own space, but she and Tesh often hang out. They’re best friends.”
There’s a closeness in Cameron’s home that cannot be unmatched. Everyone gets along, and they have a close kinship outside Cameron. I imagine it’s just the way he wants it. “Everyone’s family here,” I mention, and Cameron nods.
“You’re still young, but you’ll understand that sometimes family isn’t who you’re related to, but who has your back no matter what.” His voice is low and sexy, though I know that wasn’t his intention. “Some people will be down with you forever, and some will be down with you because they benefit in some way.” He feeds me another tart. “But family will never turn their backs on you, and family will never sell you to the highest bidder.”
I can’t help but think of the apparent contrast between his street family and his blood family. I don’t doubt Eric and Heather love Cameron, but it’s a little different when the son can give them a lifestyle they could only dream of. “Is that why you’re still loyal to your parents even though they’re questionable?” I carefully ask, and he nods.
“I don’t like what they stand for, and sometimes, I’m not entirely sure I like them. But they are my parents. My mom sometimes gets on my nerves with her bullshit, but she does mean well. My father drives me crazy with his antics, but if I need him, he’s there.” He takes a breath before he continues. “It’s like what you and Laurie had before you two made up. You didn’t hate her, but it took time to say you loved her.”
The last few days I spent with my mother seemingly made up for all the years she was gone. We got incredibly close in just a few weeks; it was like we had always been that close.
And just as quickly, she was permanently gone. “But you love your parents.”
Cameron winks at me. “At times.” He feeds me a cream puff. “You like that, baby?” He studies my face and watches my reaction. “How does that taste?”
“Delicious,” I moan. Fuck. Cam may not be aroused, but I sure am. I squirm a little on his lap, trying not to make it too obvious, and he holds me steady with a free hand. His cock hardens, and I don’t doubt this is about to be a quick dessert.
“Good,” he feeds me the Jamaica rum cake. His lips trail my jawline, and his free hand goes up my shirt and rubs my back. He leaves a trail of kisses down my neck and gently sucks on it. “I want to make you feel good.”
I grab the back of his head and give him more access to my neck. I know Hayley is going to tease me about the hickey. “Is this about food, still?”
He smiles back with a wink. “Maybe.”
I look around to see his bodyguards posted. They turned their backs to give us privacy like they had all night. I’m sure they’re also scoping out for any potential threats. I wouldn’t mind being a little freaky with my man in public, but the underlying thought is making my coochie dry. “Here? With them?”
“They will not watch, and no one else will see this but us.” He pulls my shirt off. “Now that we’ve had dessert, I’m in the mood for something more.”
Before I could protest, Cameron covered my lips with his, and our tongues tangled. My mouth yields to his, and let him take control as he has for the duration of our relationship.
I feel many emotions: vulnerability, eagerness, and arousal. Cameron’s lips are soft, yet demanding. I’m lost within him, yet I still have all of my faculties. Now, I don’t even care about the guards or the cameras. I want Cameron.
I press my body against him, wanting more, and Cameron chuckles at me. “My angel is anxious,” he teases. “Be a good girl and take your panties off.”
Available now on Amazon, Smashwords, and Barnes & Noble.
And it’s LIVE: (not available on Kindle Unlimited since this is a wide release):
Blurb:
The devil didn’t drag me to hell; I willingly went with him.
Being the baby mama of Atlanta’s notorious drug lord comes with unexpected perks. I’m protected at all times, and I have a nanny at my disposal so I can run my coffee shop. The other apparent setback, Cameron, aka Finesse, always has a target on his back, and so do I.
To protect my sanity, I had to break free from him finally. But now the question is, for how long?
*************
Snippet:
“Ethan is a longtime family friend, Cam. He practically raised me alongside my dad. They were best friends. He went to every game and every performance, gave me a police escort on prom night, and was there at my graduation. He gave me money for my college graduation. He’s like another uncle to me. I can’t just turn my back on him.”
“I’m not asking you to,” Cameron eats another bite of cheese. “I’m telling you, your uncle ruined one of the best days of our lives because he wanted to get me in handcuffs in any way possible, and there’s a price to pay when you’re wrong.”
The question is on the tip of my tongue and my heart. I know Cameron is capable of anything, but I have to know for sure. I have to know for my sanity. “Are you going to kill him?”
“That’s not a question you ask, angel,” Cameron locks eyes with me, “it’s also not a question I would answer.”
A/N: Still no word on when this will be released but it’ll happen probably around the first week of September.
Blurb:
The devil didn’t drag me to hell; I willingly went with him.
Being the baby mama of Atlanta’s notorious drug lord comes with unexpected perks. I’m protected at all times, and I have a nanny at my disposal so I can run my coffee shop. The other apparent setback, Cameron, aka Finesse, always has a target on his back, and in turn, so do I.
To protect my sanity, I had to break free from him finally. But now the question is, for how long?
Snippet:
“Well?” She asks as I remain silent. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
“Congrats,” my voice is flat. Not sure what she thought I was going to say. It took a lot for me to say that much.
She’s silent for a long while before she speaks again. “Wow,” she sips her wine and shakes her head, “I thought you would be happier than that. Shame on me.”
“I’m happy you found someone. There, I said it.” I swallow. “I’m not sure what else you want me to say. You know what happened on the day of Mia’s birth, and yet, that didn’t stop you from being with him.” I shrug. “So, congrats to you both.”
“Oh, screw you, Cameron,” Jamie shakes her head at me. “You have a lot of nerve to act like I’m the reason you were arrested on your daughter’s birth.”
“I’m not blaming you for the arrest,” I counter, “I’m blaming you for choosing him over family. That’s what I’m blaming you for.”
“Fuck you, Cameron.” She leans over, and I see the anger in her eyes. “Let’s not forget what you did!”
“And what did I do?” I challenge her.
“Oh, we’re playing this game?” She removes her napkin and slams it on the table.
“Yes, we are.” I talk over her.
“Fine, I’ll bite.” She stares me down. “Let’s talk about how you brought home Dad’s mistress as your new girlfriend to dinner, Cam. Do you want to talk about that? How that woman kept making comments all night, and Mom just had to take it?
“Do you know what that did to Mom when you pulled that stunt, Cam?” Her voice is cracking, and Jamie’s on the verge of angry tears. “Mom cried for hours, Cam! You might think it was funny that you’re bringing home the same woman Dad banged in his office, but for Mom, it was much more than that. Jacqueline did something to Mom that night. She destroyed her. ‘I fucked your husband and now your son, too, bitch.’” Jamie pauses and looks away. She takes a few deep breaths as she collects her thoughts. She turns back to me with fire in her eyes. “Jacqueline wanted to be Mom. She wanted her position, her power, her everything. When Dad ended the affair, you honestly thought Jacqueline just took it quietly? No, she went for the next best thing! You!”
“You think I have no idea about any of this?” I’m trying in vain to restrain the anger and I’m not sure I’m doing a good job of it. “I know what Jackie did. I also know how she was trying to screw me as she was screwing me. She stole money from me, and she was trying to steal property from me as well. If I didn’t stop her, she was going to going to wreak havoc until she got what she wanted. She wanted to destroy our family, Jamie. I know it’s not something you want to hear, but me sleeping with her stopped all that.”
“It didn’t stop a damn thing,” Jamie screeches, “all it did was give her more perceived power. She went to the same women’s group as Mom did. The same brunches. The same teas. Mom had to see her every chance Jacqueline got for years, Cam! She threw it in Mom’s face, and there was nothing she could do about it! Sure, she told her friends, and they could only do so much before Jacqueline started fucking their husbands, and they had no choice but to allow her in.”
“Is your anger really towards me?” I ask her with a slight cock of my head. “Because it sounds like Daddy issues.”
Jamie sips her wine and swirls the liquid as she contemplates if she wants to throw it at me. “See, you don’t like me because I see right through you. I see everything. I see the hurt, the insecurities, and the reckless taste for power. Taylor only sees the shiny part and thinks that’s how everything will always be. You always wanted a puppy to play with, and you got one in Taylor.”
I love my sister dearly, but she’s not above getting murdered in the worst way possible. I’ll move heaven and earth for Taylor, and likening her to a lovesick animal is beyond reproach. “Watch your mouth, and that is the last time I will say that.”
She smiles at me and shakes her head. “Your girlfriend is brainwashed by you. You have her believe that you are her only saving grace. Her mother’s, her lawyer’s, and her father’s deaths were completely out of your hands. And if she’s with you, she’ll be protected. Sure, she did that silly-ass kidnapping thing, but it made you a bigger mark.”
“And you know what, James?” I call her by the nickname she’s always loathed. “I can say the same thing about you and Ethan. You honestly think he’s with you because he loves you, or he wants another way to get back at our family, and fucking you was the smartest way?”
Jamie is holding back because she knows if she even does what she’s thinking about, I’ll have her murder look like an unfortunate suicide. She looks away and shakes her head again. “You are with someone public, Cameron. You’re not dating someone who has no social media profile and can keep to herself; like that would make any difference. You’re dating someone well-known not just in Atlanta but worldwide. And now you two have a child together. So, Taylor is no longer the target, which is great for you both but guess who is? Mia.” Jamie leans in closer to me. “The moment something happens to Mia, Taylor is gone for good, and there won’t be a damn thing you can do to get her back.”
“Then I guess your little boyfriend better play nice,” I warn her, “because if he’s the reason I can’t protect Mia and Taylor, you both will feel my fucking wrath.”
I haven’t nailed down a release date, but it’ll be very soon. More details to come. It won’t be available on Kindle Unlimited, but it’ll be a wide release – Smashwords, Apple, Kobo, iBooks, Barnes & Noble, and regular degular Kindle.
Blurb:
The devil didn’t drag me to hell; I willingly went with him.
Being the baby mama of Atlanta’s notorious drug lord comes with unexpected perks. I’m protected at all times, and I have a nanny at my disposal so I can run my coffee shop. The other apparent setback, Cameron, aka Finesse, always has a target on his back, and in turn, so do I.
To protect my sanity, I had to finally break free from him. But now the question is, for how long?
“Ethan, if we’re going to be playing this game, this is about to be a long holiday for both of us.” I kindly warn him. “So, if there’s something on your mind you need to spit it out before I don’t care anymore.”
Ethan gives another sigh. “What kind of family thinks it’s okay to take a baby away from their mother during the holiday season?”
“The same kind of family you’re willingly marrying into. The same kind of family you like to take a blind eye to on certain things except for the one thing that is important to you.” I add. “That family.”
I hit a nerve because Ethan slowly turns to me. “This has nothing to do with Jamie.”
“This has everything to do with Jamie. Just like this has everything to do with my association with Cameron.” I sip my hot chocolate. “You’re leaving Eric out of this conversation and we both know why.”
Ethan contemplates for a moment. “The Page family are not good people,” he quietly warns me, “you already knew this and you still went ahead and had his baby. You honestly thought he was just going to pay child support and leave you alone?” I look away to the distance. Now it’s my turn to feel uncomfortable. “You are the best thing that’s happened to that family. Any claims of racism will be shot down with a PR photo of Eric and Heather with Mia. Photo-ops at Fresh Espresso. Heather will try to sneak in a photo of you and her together.” He pauses for a melodramatic effect. “How much are they paying you?”
“Nothing in comparison to what they’ll pay you,” I play his game. “You’re the police; they’ll pay a lot more for your privilege than anything I could ever offer them. You honestly think any investigation you make on Cameron is going to go anywhere?” I immediately think of the conversation I had with Senator Edwards. “Nothing will happen to Cameron, but Eric will make sure everything will happen to you.”
Yikes.
A Boy is a Gun will be available this summer on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple, Smashwords, and (possibly) Google Play.
This is the continuation of a short story I posted on Medium, featuring many reader’s favorite couple – Nick and Zerrin.
Blurb:
She knew Nick D’Amato. She did not know Saint Nick.
When Zerrin Campbell-D’Amato discovered an illicit secret about her husband, she doesn’t feel jealous or betrayed. Instead, she feels intense arousal. She also knows her husband is reluctant to fulfill a new request unless she asked.
Professor Nick D’Amato is renowned as Saint Nick, one of the best Doms in the world. He’d trained many submissive and Doms and was well-respected. When his wife finds out a secret of His, He wonders if she could really handle everything she asks for.
Did Zerrin bite off more than she could chew? Can Nick treat her like He has with His other submissives?
Tesoro Mio is an erotic novella; a continuation of To Love and Obey. It’s about trust, love, and the Dom/sub dynamic.
Unedited snippet:
“I never tried it with you, Zerrin, because I didn’t think you would like it. It has nothing to do with some weird Madonna-whore complex you think I might have.” He clarified and Zerrin raised a brow. “I didn’t do it simply because I didn’t think you would be able to handle what I wanted to do.”
Zerrin was annoyed; pissed-off, even. Everything her husband, her Dom, wanted her to do, she did without hesitation. Now He questioned if she was really about that life? “Sir, I allowed You to use knives on me. I allowed you, Sir, to mummify me to the point I couldn’t even walk. Now, you’re questioning if I would’ve been able to handle a little violence?”
“It’s different, tesoro, and we both know this.” His voice was firm, but soft. “It’s different when I order you to do a bootblacking session for a fellow Dom. It’s another different ballgame if I want to use a rose vibrator on you while you’re being choked.”
So weird that an idea I had about 10 years ago grew into my most successful series to-date.
I’m grateful for these brothers and for those who love them. In honor of their 10-year anniversary, all of the D’Amato Brothers books (with the exception of The Nanny and Stay With Me) are on Kindle Unlimited for the rest of the summer. If some of the titles aren’t there, give it a couple of days and it will be.
Home is where one starts from. And sometimes, it’s where one ends.
Hunter Calhoun is the antithesis of his father, Foster, an old-school cowboy with old-school ways. When Foster died and made Hunter and a co-executor in charge of the family ranch, Hunter had to reassess what home actually meant to him.
Larissa “Lari” Belvedere has seen her fair share of cowboys, ranchers, and city slicking-know-it-all. When her mentor/surrogate father left her in charge of the family ranch along with his eldest son, it made her wonder if there was still a spot at the place she’s called home for years.
Worlds collide and sparks fly when Larissa and Hunter realize they are each other’s definition of home, even if they don’t realize it.
Hurricane is an erotic romance novella about death, forgiveness, and moving on.
Snippet:
“In case if you haven’t read the will, we’ve been ordered to run Silverlake together. It’s in our best interest to get past the uncomfortableness of the other day and work together as a cohesive unit.” Larissa chuckled and Hunter’s faced hardened. “Did I say something funny?”
“You’re not giving up Malibu to live in Montana,” she shook her head. “I don’t know why you even entertained that idea. You know you won’t give up living next to the Pacific and your fancy neighbors to shovel horse shit and get back down to basics. There’s no pretentiousness here, Hunter, in case you’re confused. The nearest Starbucks to get your soy latte with light foam is in the next town over and that’s a good 30-minute drive. To get better sushi, go even farther.” Her voice was flat. “And you didn’t give two rat’s ass about our business until you did your research and suddenly you were all about the Benjamins, weren’t you?” Larissa leaned in. “So, what’s your offer, Hunter?”
She was so close to him, he could smell the floral notes of her perfume. He focused on the outline of her full lips and imagined how they would feel wrapped around his cock. Hunter blinked the fantasy out of his head. “I’m staying. I don’t know for how long, but I’m staying long enough to understand how the ranch operates, how the Sweetness brand is run, and what our family has to do with it. And also, because Lari…” Her eyes narrowed at him.“… that is what my father wanted. He stated that in the will and I’m going to honor his wishes regardless of what the hell you think of me.” The food arrived, and both pulled back for the server set the plates down. “So, it would behoove both of us if we were on the same page and actually try to get along.” He leaned in again. “Do not make this harder than what it is, Lari.”
Every time Hunter said her name, there was a disgust that came with it. If he was going to call her by her nickname, she had no choice but to accept how he was going to, despite how much of a disrespectful prick he was.
Hunter was going to get under her skin one way or another and Larissa was more than ready for the challenge. “Fuck you.”
“In due time,” Hunter promised with a slight smirk, “I’ll lick your pussy so good you won’t stop creaming all over my tongue.” Larissa gasped with widened eyes as Hunter sliced his steak and took a bite. “Don’t drool over your meal. It won’t taste good like that.”
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