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Scott & Mariana V is now LIVE!

V

Blurb: 

When you wish upon a star…

Mariana Harlow knows her situation isn’t a great one. She’s with a great man, but pregnant with her ex’s baby. She is also is working for her ex again. The two promised to be co-parents and professional, but why does that feel like one big ol’ lie?

Scott Reed really messed up with his relationship with Mariana and hopes to hell he can fix it before it’s too late. Until they’re able to see eye-to-eye, His submissive, Dove, will just have to do.

Sanora has plotted her revenge on supermodel Caprina Waters for a long time. But her desire turned into an obsession. Could her senator husband, Jay Edwards, help her before she wrecks havoc?

When you wish upon a star, dreams do come true. Even if you have to kill someone for them.

S&M is a BDSM interracial love journey that deals with romance, murder, revenge, and second chances. It is the fifth part to the S&M series and a prequel to The Ex-Factor.


 

Snippet: 

“Dove is one of the best submissives I’ve had because she lets Me do whatever I want to her. She’s a bad girl and likes to be punished for her sins or sometimes, My sins. I love to inflict pain – good pain – with her and she always takes it like a dirty, little whore she is.” Scott smiled as He caressed Dove’s pussy. She twisted her body in response. “The demonstration is over, but if you want to stay and watch Me torture her pussy, you’re more than welcome.”

Kimberly looked around. No one left.

Scott took out a cat o’ nine tails and brushed it against Dove’s body. He read her reaction to see if she was okay; she was. Scott nodded and before Dove could brace herself, He slapped the implement against her midsection.

Dove bent over and Scott barked at her to stand straight. He unleashed several whips across her back, her ass, and her breasts. He stood behind her and fingered her pussy as He whispered something in her ear.

Kimberly couldn’t take her eyes off Scott as He completely owned Dove’s body. Everything He did, Dove responded to it as if she was used to it. As He fingered her with one hand, He choked her with the other. Dove looked like she was about to lose her shit.

Dove came and her body convulsed. Scott slapped Dove’s breasts again as she squirmed against His body. He whispered something else in her ear and all Dove could do was nod. Kimberly squirmed a little in her seat as she felt her panties become soaked.

She wanted to be owned by Scott.

Scott was so mechanical, if she thought, about how he acted with his family. He wasn’t fake, but he didn’t show too much emotion. She knew what the deal was – they both were raised in high-society Southern culture. Appearances were everything and they both lived that to the day.

Even as a Dom, Scott was controlled.

Scott pulled out a Hitachi and turned it on the highest setting. He stood behind Dove and rubbed it against Dove’s pussy. Dove feverishly nodded and came again, buckling against the restraints. He slapped Dove’s breasts with His free hand and kept the Hitachi on her.

Kimberly watched as Dove came again.

And again.

And again.


 

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#TuesdayTeaser: Scott & Mariana V

Blurb: 

When you wish upon a star…

Mariana Harlow knows her situation isn’t a great one. She’s with a great man, but pregnant with her ex’s baby. She is also is working for her ex again. The two promised to be co-parents and professional, but why does that feel like one big ol’ lie?

Scott Reed really messed up with his relationship with Mariana and hopes to hell he can fix it before it’s too late. Until they’re able to see eye-to-eye, His submissive, Dove, will just have to do.

Sanora has plotted her revenge on supermodel Caprina Waters for a long time. But her desire turned into an obsession. Could her senator husband, Jay Edwards, help her before she wrecks havoc?

When you wish upon a star, dreams do come true. Even if you have to kill someone for them.

S&M is a BDSM interracial love journey that deals with romance, murder, revenge, and second chances. It is the fifth part to the S&M series and a prequel to The Ex-Factor.


 

Blurb: 

“That’s all I have for you now.” Chris gave Mariana that sympathy gaze she hated. “So, that’s all kiddo.”

“No, that’s not all kiddo,” Mariana lamented. “Why am I only working on yogurt and cat shit sand? I had major companies I worked on before…” She took a breather. Before she lost everything and had no idea who she was anymore. “…I had major clients I was in contact with.”

“And those have been reassigned. They understood and they’re working with your colleagues. These new brands need new ideas and a fresher face to help them. You would be perfect for them.”

“Obscure brands that no one will buy and would probably be gone in a few years?” Mariana let out a small sigh.

“It’s out of my hands, Mari.” Chris offered. “I was given this instruction for you.”

Scott. Of course he did. Why would Mariana honestly think Chris was behind all of this? “That’s all I need to know. Thank you, Chris.” She grabbed the yogurt and the cat litter. “I’ll get started on this right away.” She walked out of his office, dropped the items on her desk, and promptly walked to Elissa’s desk. “I need a word with your boss.”

Elissa smiled at Mariana. “He’s expecting you.”

Mariana felt her hands curl up into tight balls. Of course, Scott was. “Thank you.” She promptly walked into Scott’s office and found him casually leaned against his oak desk with his arms casually folded.

He looked, smelled, and embodied sex. Mariana didn’t know if she wanted to fight or fuck him. He wore a dark green V-neck sweater and khaki pants. His shoes were sneakers. He normally wore a variety of shoes, but it was clear Scott went for comfort that day.

His cologne was musky, with notes of earth and wood. It was a faint smell in the office, but strong enough to make Mariana walk closer to him instead of standing at a safe distance like she normally did.

Scott Reed. Her boss. Her former lover. The father of her dead child. And she currently hated him. Maybe he thought he was trying to help, but for Mariana, she was never too sure. Every time she thought Scott would finally trust her, he proved to her why he didn’t.

She wondered if this would be an ongoing battle between them forever. “Thank you for showing me once again how much you don’t trust me.” She walked up to him. She wanted to look him dead in his gorgeous eyes. “Thank you for taking away all of my major accounts and give me obscure brands that no one will ever fucking buy. Thank you for all the faith you’ve ever had in me to come back stronger. Much appreciated it.”

Mariana always looked sexier when she was angry. The way her body flexed underneath her work attire of slacks and blouse made Scott’s dick stir with attention. Her ebony hair was down in long waves. Her lips were painted in a shimmering brown color.

Scott was being polite and gentlemanly but even he could admit he just wanted to fuck Mariana until she couldn’t walk. “If this is your way of saying thank you, you’re welcome.” He countered. “Anything else?”

Mariana wanted to slap Scott and she was sure he wouldn’t have stopped her. “You’re giving me simple ads a teenager with an IG account and Tik-Tok could do!” Mariana lamented. “I wanted something juicy. Something I can sink my teeth into. I don’t want to tell pet owners what brand of cat shit sand Mr. Fluffy would like!”

“You were in charge of Old Navy, Mariana.” Scott answered her. “You saw the ad with the family and you flipped out, and rightfully so. You’re not ready for something bigger than that right now.”

“No, I am ready for something bigger than that.” She argued. “I need to be distracted and not constantly reminded why I don’t have a child and why my child’s father thinks I need to be handled with kid gloves!”

“You’re doing the brand strategy for Artisan Yogurt and Cute Kitty sand.” Scott countered. “Those are nationwide brands, Ms. Harlow. Not everyone gets those opportunities.”

Ms. Harlow. Whenever Scott was annoyed with Mariana at work, he always addressed her as Ms. Harlow, as if just calling her by her given name was too much for him to do. Mariana was almost positive Scott addressed her as Ms. Harlow so the real word he wanted to say – bitch – wouldn’t come out. “So, you’re saying I should be grateful that I’m doing the brand strategy for some goddamn cat food and yogurt?”

“Your last job had you being an underpaid administrative assistant whose highlight of the day was making sure there was enough foam on someone’s skinny soy latte.” Scott folded his arms and leaned against his oak desk. “And you’re saying me putting you in charge of two major accounts is a step down?”

Putting it like that did make Mariana sound like an ungrateful little…she folded her arms and huffed. “Fine, Mr. Reed. I’ll do the ads.”

“I’ll help you with the ads, Mari.” Mariana noticed Scott’s attitude towards her changed. Now he was softer and referred to her nickname. He stopped short of calling her baby, and Mariana didn’t realize how much she’d longed for him to address her as so. “I will never give you anything to see you struggle or have you purposely fail. That doesn’t benefit me in any way. I wouldn’t make life harder for you.”

“Except sometimes you do, Scott.” She emphasized his name and he raised an eyebrow. “You were always so difficult to read. Like you purposely built this Teflon exterior around you so no one can get in. And when things don’t go your way, you shut people out like they never existed at all. And you wonder why things ended up the way they did between us?” She gave a slight smile. “You are truly your worst enemy.”

“I’m not difficult to read, Mari,” he countered, “you’ve always read me very well. You just didn’t like what you’ve read. In terms of what happened between us, I’ve owned up to it several times and to your face. Yet, you are so bent on being angry with me as if your anger towards me is feeding some unmet need in your life.

“You see, if your ex apologizes for all of the wrongs he’s done, well, that’s boring. But if you hold some sort of resentment against him, hmm…things are juicy now, aren’t they?” He got up, walked over to her, closing the distance, and backed her against the wall. He caressed her cheek and stared into her brown eyes, as a thumb softly played with her lips. “Aren’t you tired of always being so angry with me?”

Mariana took a few small breaths and hardened her eyes. His six-foot plus frame towered over hers. She read his eyes; they’d softened to a light green. He wasn’t angry with her, that she could tell. He was, if she dared thought, rather amused by what she was doing.

She didn’t like how his spicy cologne filled her nostrils, nor did she appreciate the fact she could see a small patch of hair peeking through his open collar. She felt his raw, sexual energy and her panties dampen with need and not the usual want.

She needed to keep this…whatever this was…professional. She came back to McCormick under the pretense that they would be professionals, despite any personal connections. They were never alone together and any group functions, they purposely stayed as far away from each other as humanly possible. For a while, it worked like a charm.

Now, she wasn’t so sure. She wanted to feel him inside her, on top, behind, and underneath her. She wanted to scream his name and beg for climax. Damn being nice for appearances sake. Damn their professionalism and keeping it strictly business. Damn it all.

She was about to open her mouth to welcome a kiss when he suddenly pulled back and opened the door for her. “We can meet at my home to discuss the ads.”

His home. Where Scott currently had a not-so permanent roommate. Come to think of it, when was the last time Mariana saw Dove? Furthermore, why did she even care? “Will she be there?”

“No.” He replied. “I wouldn’t put you two in that position.” Scott knew the answer to that was not yet but he kept that private. “Seven? I’ll make dinner and we’ll discuss the ads.”

Scott was a wonderful cook and Mariana did miss his meals. “Seven it is.”

V

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#TeaserTuesday: Not About That Life (Feeling Some Type of Way #3)

Blurb: 

The famous rapper, Khia, always says to ‘Get Money, Bitch!’

Now I finally understand what she means.

As I become more engrossed into the Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless, traveling all over the world, laughing at quirky Friends references even though I have no idea what the hell they’re talking about, and introduced to how the one percent really lives, I’ll finally realize what it’s really like to be so rich, you downplay the wealth.

I also realize what it’s like to be so rich, you might forget who you are and where you come from.

I don’t want it all. Hell, I don’t even want the majority of it, though I wouldn’t mind having the latest Chanel clutch that is guaranteed to take me to the Promised Land. But I do want something that will ensure we’re on as even of a playing field as we could be.

And if Ian won’t give me that, I will have to walk away.

Nobody puts Domi in a corner.


Unedited Snippet: 

We walk to Saint Nick’s apartment. His apartment is the only door on the floor besides the emergency exit and I’m curious what’s behind Door #1.

“Are you ready, angel?” Sir asks me.

To be honest, I’m not sure how to answer that question. There’s only one way to find out. “Yes, Sir.”

Ian opens the door and we walk in. The sounds of Al B. Sure’s “Right Now” blasts in our ears but my body comes to a full whiplash cant and my face completely blanches when I see the stupendous sight in front of me.

Two nude black women are tied up and suspended in the air. Pink rope is tied around the one on the left in intricate designs and knots while the one on the right has purple rope in the same design. I would later find out the method used was called shibari.

“Greetings,” a booming voice appears and a short time later, I see Saint Nick who seemingly came out of nowhere. Or maybe he was in front of me all along and I paid more attention to the women above my head than the man standing on the floor and between them.

Nick is surprisingly dressed casual despite what I’m seeing above me. He’s wearing a white tank top and black lounge pants. He’s holding a riding crop and slowly stroking it. “I’m glad you’re able to come.”

My voice is gone. I can’t speak. Are those women okay? Are they in pain? Shoot, I don’t have a knife with me to cut them down if I have to. What in the hell is going on here? What did Ian bring me to?

Meanwhile, Nick’s eyes are piercing through my body. He’s not smiling, nor is he stiff. His stance is very relaxed and dare I say, he’s comfortable where he is. But it’s very clear what the expression across is face is saying to me:

Little girl, do not waste my time with your bullshit.

“Don’t be alarmed, Domi,” Nick reads my emotions, “they’re not in pain nor are they in danger.” With the riding crop, he points to one woman and caresses her body with it. “tesero is my wife, Zerrin.” He repeats the same motion to the other lady. “piccina is my longtime submissive, Whitney.”

Wait a minute….Saint Nick has two submissives? And Zerrin’s okay with sharing her man?

tesero is the only one I sleep with, in case you’re wondering.” Nick clarifies. Was this man a clairvoyant or something? “piccina is the one I get to do the things I can’t with tesero.”

My mind naturally asks, ‘Such as?’ but it occurred to me it truly isn’t my damn business.

Saint Nick walks closer to me and I step back into the brick wall of Ian. I’m trapped and my feet…my feet are cinder blocks. I’m legit terrified and Saint Nick isn’t looking so heavenly right now.

I’m staring dead at the goddamn devil and I’m going to hell with gasoline draws on. Fuck it, we all gotta go out one way or another. At least it’ll be warm where I’m going.

Nick doesn’t say a word to me. Instead, He holds out his hand for me to grab. I look back at Ian, who simply nods, and Nick leads me to the middle of the foyer. I’m standing underneath and between both women.

I want to run, but I also want to see what happens.

Then the weirdest feeling occurs. My arousal is almost at its peak. My breathing becomes sporadic and my skin is hot to the touch. This is actually turning me on.

Nick does a soft motion with His hands, suggesting I walk around and examine the ladies. I don’t hesitate and start walking around. I walk over to Zerrin, and notice her eyes are closed while her breathing is surprisingly steady.

She’s…relaxed?

I study her face and she’s at peace, almost in a meditative state. I look back at Saint Nick and He nods, giving me permission to touch her. I delicately touch the soft Japanese silk rope and in awe of it all.

I slowly walk over to Whitney and she’s grinning like a child. Her eyes are closed and her chest slowly rises up and down in a steady motion. She’s also in a peaceful state and dare I say, I’m feeling pretty jealous.

I walk between the women as Saint Nick approaches me with a blue rope. I swallow once. Twice. It’s now or never. I either dive head first into the abyss or I’ll never know how it could’ve been.

I quickly nod and I feel Ian pull my arms behind me as Nick rips off my clothing. He produces a knife and holds it to my eye level. Is He about to brand me? What’s going on?

I’m speechless but my head slowly nods. Yes, Master…yes, Saint Nick….I’m willing to do whatever You both ask me to.


 

Yes, LAWD.

Not About That Life will be out next week and available EVERYWHERE.

 

 

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#FlashFriday: Feeling Some Type of Way III #newadult #romance #contemporary

“And…ohhhh…” Ian’s mouth formed a small O. He slowly turned to Nick, who had raised eyebrows and shook his head.

Zerrin, however, was a bit more vocal. “Mari’s gonna kick Scott’s ass!”

“I’m sorry,” I’m confused as ever, “can someone enlighten me what’s going on?”

Before anyone could answer, Scott walked up to the woman, gave her a deep embrace, and kissed her. I was taken aback by the kiss because Mariana is his girlfriend and I get the feeling they don’t really share. That kiss with Mystery Lady With the Nice Titties wasn’t platonic or just two old friends saying hi.

If I didn’t know any better, I would assume they were probably fucking.

Scott motions Nice Titties to a chair that’s directly in front of Mariana’s sex. He simply snaps his fingers and immediately the woman starts licking Mariana’s slit. Mariana gasps and softly moans while Scott massages her breasts.

I’m leant over as far as possible I can be without falling down and breaking my nose. I have no interest in being with another woman, nor do I have any interest in participating in a threesome.

But what I’m seeing in front of me right now is just so damn hot, I’m on fire. I feel my sex softly contract and thump against my moist panties. My breathing has become restricted and a bit shallow. I’m squeezing the life out of Ian’s knee as he softly caresses my back.

I’m feeling everything at once – happiness, horniness, amazement, disbelief, greediness – in abundance. I want to see more. I want to experience more.

“Oh God, yes!” Mariana cries out and I think I just came with her.

“You like what you’re seeing, angel?” Ian’s deep voice breaks me out of my concentration and for the first time, I’m rather pissed at him. Weird.

“Um, yeah,” I manage to lay back in my seat and he wraps his arms around me, “I’m fine.” I softly point to the demonstration and watch Nice Titties caress Mariana’s legs, “I don’t understand what’s going on here, though? You and Saint Nick seem shocked at it, Master.”

“The woman currently pleasuring Mari is Scott’s ex-girlfriend, Dove,” Ian softly nodded, “Mari hates Dove, and Dove is rather nonchalant.”

“Why does Mari hate Dove?” I ask. “Because she dated Scott?”

“Part of it. Dove represents everything Mari wishes she could be. The funny thing is she is actually everything Scott wants, she just doesn’t realize it yet.” Ian studies my face and I feel the intention of his words in the pit of my stomach.

I’ll admit being jealous over Sydney was stupid and silly but I couldn’t help it. Sydney was spirited and carefree, thought about the consequences later, and I could see why Ian was attracted to her.

I’m determined a new Domi will mean very little jealousy in the future. I’ll still get jealous but at least I’ll be smarter about it. Ian loves me and has proven that day in and day out.

I have no reason not to trust my man.

“This, however,” Ian motions back to the demonstration where I watch Mariana’s legs shake as Dove holds them up in the air, while she’s furiously licking her, “this is just Scott being messy.”

“I’m here for it,” Nick chimes in.


 

The third installment in the Feeling Some Type of Way series will be out later this summer.

 

Posted in S&M (Scott & Mariana)

#SundaySnippet: Stronger than Pride #romance #contemporary

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Blurb:

Excerpt:

 

 

Scott turned Mariana around and hoisted her on top of the marble kitchen island as he stood between her soft thighs. He looked into the depths of her brown eyes and felt his detached manner melt away. She brought out the youthfulness within him, while he challenged her in many ways she didn’t know existed.

“Everything about you is so perfect,” he slowly pulled the boyshorts over her thighs and down her legs, “you get me so hard.”

Mariana gulped. Twice. The arousal Scott created within her made her feel like a sex-starved nympho who needed a fix. She reached down, stroked Scott’s hardened length, and smiled as it bounced in her hands. She helped him pull down his sweats and his shaft jutted out at her. It glistened with sweat and him, and Mariana felt her mouth water.

“Yummy,” she licked her lips.

“It has your name written all over it,” his lips found her neck and softly licked it, “and only your name on it.”

Mariana gasped when she felt Scott insert a finger, then two inside her and slowly stroked her. She was already hot and ready for him. His lips crushed hers and Mariana immediately felt the tension and stress melt away. He tasted of ice cream, slightly salty and sweet, but mixed with a flavor that was all his.

As Scott’s fingers worked their magic on Mariana’s sex, his lips did overtime. He kissed all over her neck, down to her chest, and trailed his tongue along her chin before he met her lips again.

The feeling was overwhelming and Mariana didn’t know what to concentrate on more – the possessive yet gentle nature of his wonderful tongue or his magical fingers that knew how to stroke her just right.

She felt his thumb on her pearl and Mariana almost did a praise break in the name of Jesus. Any shred of dignity had long left her as she loudly moaned. It was too much, it was just right.

She felt his warm breath on her neck while his soft lips kissed every hot spot she had. She was wide open for him, physically and emotionally. He’d never pressured her to do anything and all he wanted to do was just love her.

He took a major step in trusting her, something he never did with any woman. Now she needed to trust him. It took them a long time to get to where they are and neither wanted to mess it up.


 

Stronger than Pride is available NOW.

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Posted in BDSM, erotica, fiction, S&M (Scott & Mariana)

BONUS #SexySunday Snippet: S&M IV

Here is another unedited snippet from S&M IV…

“Mari, you look like hell,” Victoria noted, “are you okay?”

“I did something really stupid last night,” Mariana yawned, “really stupid.”

“Girl, what did you do?” Bella asked. “It couldn’t have been that bad.”

Mariana sighed, then looked up to her friends. “I accidentally fucked Scott last night.”

“Now I don’t have a college degree so can someone explain to me how can someone accidentally fuck another person?” Bella asked.

“What happened?” Victoria asked.

What happened? Everything, Mariana wanted to say. Everything from the past two years. Everything from before. A clean slate? Maybe. Promising? Hopefully.

The biggest mistake of her life thus far? Most definitely.

Last night, she didn’t know her left from her right and she couldn’t blame an excess of alcohol in influencing her decision to sleep with her ex-boyfriend. Repeatedly. All night. Numerous positions. Multiple orgasms.

“What’s my name?”

“Scott!”

Smack! “What’s my name?”

“Sir!”

She swallowed the memory along with a big gulp of wine. Maybe it would calm down her throbbing clit, desperate for another visit from Scott’s tongue.

She was sure her ass was red from the times he’d slapped it. She was positive her thighs were going to be sore for days from being spread eagle.

“Mari…” he moaned as his hands ran through her hair, softly bouncing against her shoulders as she bobbed up and down on his cock. “Damn, baby…”

Fuck! Mariana downed her glass of wine, shaking off another memory from the night before. She hated Scott. Yes, she hated him. She hated how charming he was. She hated how his Southern drawl could make her tremble.

And she especially hated that he remembered how she liked to be fucked. “I went over to his house and…”