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?
Unedited Snippet:
“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.
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.
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.”
“You honestly didn’t think I was going to spend one night in prison, did you?” I smile at Ethan.
Ethan walks closer to me and there’s already a divide between us in the courthouse. “The moment I find out you had a role in witness tampering, it’s over, Page.” Ethan warns me.
“It’s over, Page.” I mock as the fellas snicker behind me. “You’ve been saying the same shit since I was 16. All that jacking off you do over me, I hope you’re washing your sheets.”
Ethan’s eyes narrow at me and I know that asshole is just itching to do something. He won’t do anything here at the courthouse because well, that would be spectacularly stupid of him. He’ll wait when we’re alone and the prospect of him not going to jail would be on the table. “If I were to raid Fresh Espresso, how quickly do you think Taylor will change her tune about you?” He smiles.
“If you were to raid Fresh Espresso, how quickly do you think Taylor will change her tune about you?” I smile back.
Ethan sighs and shakes his head. “Page, I know you. I know everything about you. Please don’t mistake my kindness for weakness.” He begins to walk away.
“Detective,” I call out to him and he stops. “You graduated summa cum laude from University of Georgia back in 1996. You always knew you wanted to be a cop and you wasted no time in becoming one. You were at the top of your class at the police academy. You worked your way up to detective, working long 12-, 14-, and even 16-hour days. You know how to read the mind of a criminal so well that other police departments from around the nation call you for expertise.
“You love to listen to old-school R&B and have gone to many a concert featuring acts you’ve grown up listening to. You sometimes go out and get coffee, but you tend to make your own at home. You also try to watch your diet so you don’t really stop by for junk food as much as you used. When you go home at night, you sometimes get a beer from the fridge. If it was a really hard case, like the ones that involve children, you tend to go for whiskey neat. You love Uncle Nearest whiskey, it seems to be your favorite.
“You might watch a little T.V., but if you do, it’s really background noise as you flip through your phone. Judging how much you swiped, I can tell you were on the dating scene for a while. You stop swiping when you started dating someone and would spend an unhealthy amount on the phone with that person. Eventually, she started to come over.
“And you two have gotten rather serious rather quickly, right?” I nod as Ethan turns to face me. “She did live out of state, but she made the hard sacrifice to move in with you. And she wasn’t on good terms with her family, was she? But now things are getting better with them. Her mother comes over a lot more and they do vlogging videos because they both love to cook. She’s still on iffy terms with her father but you know that. Her father’s a bit of a cad.
“One brother, she pretends she knows nothing of his wife’s addiction and tries to do holistic methods to get her clean. It works. The wife is more into that Dalai Lama bullshit than anything else. But her relationship with the other brother…” I walk closer to Ethan. His nostrils flare out and we both know I’ve crossed a line. Little does he know, I’m about to hop, skip, and jump over that motherfucker. “…now that’s the tricky one, isn’t it? Because that brother…well, he takes care of everyone in the family, even when they pretend they hate what he does. After all, he was the reason why the sister was able to move within a 24-hour notice and hmm…you didn’t think anything strange about that, didn’t you?
“And just think, if you and baby girl work out? That means the tricky brother, well, he’ll be up and down and inside your home. After all, you love to barbeque and host as you often have many members from the squad come over for gatherings. And how would that look?” I cock my head to the side. “The one cat you’ve been chasing for over a decade is at the grill flipping burgers while you have to explain to your colleagues it’s not what it seems.” I sigh as Ethan is doing whatever he can to restrain himself. “Did you honestly think you were going to fuck my sister and I wouldn’t know every single thing about you?”
A brand spanking new erotic short was just released today! Here are the deets:
Blurb:
They thought they could quit each other. They thought wrong.
Quinn “The Answer” Riordan is one of the Dodgers’ best pitchers, throwing a mind-staggering 100 mph regularly. While pitching is a breeze for him, it’s a certain trainer that makes him confused.
Bobbi Gibson is the Dodgers’ newest physical trainer. After a brief dalliance with Quinn, she decided she’ll never get involved with another athlete ever again. And then one night occurred.
Triple Play is a short erotic story that deals with rekindled romance. It is an offshoot of Stealing Home.
Snippet:
“So, let’s cut to the chase,” Quinn chalked his stick, “why do you hate me?”
Bobbi almost snorted beer. “What?”
“I figured now’s the time to get it all out.” He shrugged as he watched her lean over for the break shot. He tried very hard to focus on her shot and not her ass. “I have an idea but I really don’t.”
Bobbi turned to him. “Are you serious?”
Quinn met eyes with her. “As cancer.” He put a ball away in the corner pocket.
Bobbi stared into Quinn’s deep blue eyes. Normally, she would’ve been in a puddle of emotion, but she wanted to read his emotions. “If I ask you when was the last time you had sex, what will the answer be?”
Quinn maintained a poker face and swallowed. “That’s not a fair question, Bobbi. It’s been months since we…”
“Since you led me on and acted like I didn’t exist?” She nodded. She realized she could’ve been at home binge-watching Love is Blind. On second thought, maybe she could sign up for the show. Her luck with men would clearly be better than what was happening in front of her. “Got it.”
Quinn stared at Bobbi for a long moment. She was so damn sexy when she was mad. “Can I ask you the same or is that not allowed?”
Bobbi circled the pool table and sunk in another ball. “You never did answer the question.”
Quinn didn’t want to. “There was someone, yes.” He admitted. “It happened and that was it.” He took a pull from his beer and he watched her miss a shot. “You?”
Bobbi thought about what she wanted to say. She had a moment of weakness and called up someone who was disastrous in every form except the bedroom. All she needed was to get broken off a little and that was that.
In all honesty, it was truly none of Quinn’s business but if they needed to work through everything if they wanted to have a great season. They were being blatantly honest with each other, almost to the point of hurtful – her more than him. “Yes.”
Quinn felt his gut wretch with anger and jealousy but he maintained his cool. “Someone I know?”
“Why?” Bobbi ate a cheese fry. “So, you can hit him with a fastball?”
“You know what? That’s an excellent idea.” He nodded as he made a shot. “I will keep that in mind.”
“You wouldn’t do that.” Bobbi replied, damn well knowing Quinn would. He may have played the cheeseball character to a fault but she knew everyone had their limits. “You love baseball too much to get in trouble and fined like that.”
“Give me a reason and I most certainly would.” He sunk another shot. “It’ll be a small price to pay but I’ll do it.” He missed a shot. He walked up to Bobbi and stood before her. “So, it’s someone from the League?”
Bobbi noticed how Quinn’s blue eyes softened. She suddenly remembered how tense they became when he was inside of her, on top of her. She swallowed. “I didn’t say that.”
He brushed a wayward hair from her face. “You didn’t have to.”
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