Welcome to Laurel Richards, who I'm delighted to have as a guest to tell you about her new paranormal romance series set in Florida. We Florida novelists have to stick together. Take it away, Laurel.

Thanks for letting me visit your blog today, Annette. I’m very excited to share my new release, In Her Element, which kicks off my Elemental series. The book is set in the fictional location of Paradise City, Florida. The hero, Ethan Zale, works in marine biology, while the heroine, Darya, uses the city as a place to hide from other Elementals. Surrounded by water, hot sun, sand you can sink your toes into, and ocean breezes, the tropics seemed like a great setting for Elementals who can control water, fire, earth, and air.

Blurb

Darya Drake is a Water Elemental who has lived a difficult life. She’s raising her younger brother, Matthew, who is mentally ill, and she has had to fight off Phages—Elementals who kill and cannibalize other Elementals to steal their powers. It isn’t until she meets Ethan Zale, a Water Elemental with stormy blue eyes and a body to die for, that she dares to hope for a better future. Ethan is everything she has ever wanted, but trouble looms when a Phage begins stalking her. Can Ethan find out who is after her and keep her safe? Will her brother accept another man in her life? Darya discovers true love in the midst of strife, but for a girl who has lost almost everyone she has ever cared about, it’s hard to believe in happy endings.

Excerpt
 
She stood alone at the east end of the plaza near where Paradise City’s biggest hotel was unveiling its new water display out front. Her friend Kristy was supposed to meet her here, along with Kristy’s boyfriend Orrin and one of his friends. They were all going to dinner together after the show.

Darya took a deep breath and fought not to fidget. Friday night had just gotten started in Florida’s newest east-coast hotspot, and the bright lights of the nearby storefronts and restaurants bathed everyone in yellow and blue. She didn’t see any sign of her friend, though it was already ten minutes past when they had agreed to meet. If Darya hadn’t forgotten her cell phone in her rush to get here, she might have called Kristy to see where she was. Still, it wasn’t late enough to get herself worked up.

Staying out of the main stream of foot traffic, she did her best to blend in. She and Matthew had moved to Paradise City precisely because it was such a good place to hide. They could mix with the regular humans here. Running into that other Elemental had simply been bad luck, like getting struck by lightning or having a falling coconut kill you. She certainly wasn’t afraid of coconuts.

The thought made her smile. She was about to check her watch again when a shiver ran up her spine. Although it was just after New Year’s, it wasn’t the chill in the air that caused the tremor. Every muscle in her body turned rigid, and her heart pounded as she recognized the familiar feeling.

“No,” she whispered.

This couldn’t be happening. Not again.

But it wasn’t her imagination. Somewhere, lurking among the ordinary humans, there was another Elemental in the crowd. Even now, his magic pricked at her senses and made the hair on her arms stand up. All of her bravado abandoned her, and her heart pounded so hard she was sure she could hear it. Every nerve in her body trembled at high alert as she scanned the faces around her. The danger had to be close. She never sensed another Elemental until he was nearly on top of her. But where? Where was he?

She backed away and looked for an escape, but she hadn’t taken more than a few steps when one man caught her eye. His stormy gray-blue gaze instantly snared her, and his hair—the color of rich, gourmet coffee with a bit of cream—stirred softly in the wind. She noticed his strong jaw and chiseled cheekbones stopped just short of being severe, and his rugged features smoothed instantly when one corner of his mouth kicked up. He had to be at least six feet tall. His lean, muscular body was a sight to behold, especially as he walked closer.

Darya found herself rooted to the spot as her heart did a strange somersault in her chest. She swallowed hard, aware that her mouth had gone dry. This man was gorgeous. He was also one of the few things on Earth that could get her killed in less than one lustful heartbeat. This was the other Elemental she sensed in the crowd.

“Sister, get away from him!” her brother cried telepathically.

Although Matthew was nowhere near her, his voice came through loud and clear in her head, and it finally shook her from her trance. The stranger was advancing on her, and she could see the curious glint in his eye. She tore her gaze from his and backpedaled right into a group of tourists. With no time to apologize, she blocked everything out as she shifted her concentration. She tapped into the power of her element to make herself invisible. Her body became as clear as water as she took off running across the square.

She was better at staying transparent when she wasn’t moving, but experience had taught her well. After the last attack, she had practiced her magic until she had learned to use her limited powers with better skill. The murmur of human voices warped as she raced through the crowd. When she sped past a nearby food vendor, a cloud of steam briefly clung to her, and the thick scent of hotdogs punched her in the face. Lights and colors blurred together and trailed like streamers along her periphery. Although she didn’t look back, she sensed the other Elemental was following.

Memory stalked her along with this new pursuer: the shadows, the knife, and the pounding of feet right behind her. She ripped her mind from the past before she gave in to mindless panic. By sheer force of will, she made herself slow down when she reached Atlantic Street so that she could drop the spell and use the foot traffic as cover. Once she had traveled three blocks, she risked a backward glance, but she didn’t see the stranger. She should have been relieved, but she remained cautious as she turned the corner and darted down the next lane.

This roadway wasn’t exactly a dark alley, but it was one of the narrower, less-traveled side streets. The parking had been terrible, and this was the shortest route to her car. If she could get behind the wheel and lock the door, she would be safe.

“Please wait,” a masculine voice said behind her.

Darya spun around. The sexy Elemental stood at the corner less than ten feet away. Her sense of self-preservation caused her to glance around for help, and she almost cried when she realized how stupid she had been. She had been so focused on escaping and reaching her car that she had abandoned the safety of the crowd. She was pretty sure she had just gotten herself killed.​

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I​'m very pleased to host Olivia Night as she wraps up her series The Men of FTI with a sexy romp set in Scotland.

Blurb

She never thought she’d see him again. Not after what she’d done to them… Sarah Cosgrove wakes from labor and emergency surgery to find her soul mate staring down at her. It’s been six years since she’s seen the face of the only man she’s ever loved. Since she broke Logan’s heart.

Logan Harper, a skilled killing machine and top ranking member of Fairlane Trade International, entered a hostage situation, expecting the task to be quick and easy. It becomes anything but when he finds Sarah giving birth to another man’s baby. When she tells him her life is in danger from the powerful and abusive father of her child, Logan has no choice but to protect the woman he once loved and her newborn baby, but he vows to never love her again.

As they trek through Europe to get to safety, the mystery of the last six years begins to unfold, sparks fly, and emotions rise to the surface. Can Logan keep the love of his life safe without letting her back in his heart? Can Sarah learn to trust a man again after being abused? Will soulmates reunite?
 
Excerpt

“Sarah?” She blinked at him. A small smile formed on her lips. She looked tired, but happy. Her eyes seemed to hold a secret. Like there was something she had just learned that made everything all right. Logan watched as the light in her blue eyes grew dim, but the smile remained. “Sarah.” Logan put his hands on either side of her face. His fingers speared through her hair. “Take care…of her, Logan. Don’t let him find her. He can’t find her.” She pulled in a shallow breath. “Always loved you. Was always yours,” she whispered to him. She smiled a bit more, and then that was it. Her eyes closed gently. Her chest slowly fell. The heart monitor flat lined. Logan stared, unwilling to believe his eyes. Unwilling to believe his ears. He could hear the baby was still crying as they checked her over. Her lungs sounded healthy. He listened as the other doctors worked between Sarah’s legs, one pushing on her stomach. Sarah’s limp body moved from the pressure of the doctor’s hand. And then reality came crashing in at the same time a wave of heat spread over his body like fire. Sarah’s chest didn’t move. He watched another beat, not believing what he was seeing. No. Logan roared. His face never left hers as he roared to the fates. His whole body shook with anger and disbelief as he bellowed his denial. “Sarah! No! No! Help her!” he howled to the doctors. A middle-aged male nurse was suddenly next to him and tried to push Logan out of the way. “Sir!” The nurse had his hands on Logan’s arms. No one would be able to move him from her side without his approval. “Sir, you need to move so I can help her.”  The nurse spoke in heavily accented English. Numbly, Logan moved away from the one woman he had ever loved, from the one person who could bring him to his knees. He stumbled back as he watched the doctors and nurses work frantically to bring her back. Another nurse walked over to him and placed something in his arms. He gazed down. And he saw the most beautiful baby in the world. And just as Sarah was and had always been, so too, was Madeline. She was his.

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Reviews for The Men of FTI Series
 
Night Owl Reviews - Top Pick!
 
“Seduction in Sierra Leone has a great combination of action and romance. This book is well written and fast paced. There is enough hot sex to keep you reading and cheering on the couple. I recommend this book to all suspense and military romance readers. I’m looking forward to next book.” 
 
 Nerd Girl Official 
 
We are taken on a wild ride and I loved every minute of it. It is very well written and the characters are great. I look forward to reading more from this author.
 
Goodreads
 
Great storyline with action and steamy romance. There has obviously been great thought put into the characters. Olivia has a great writing style that pulls you in immediately and grips you, hard.
 
Ravens Reviews
 
The characters are so well developed in this story. They have an incredible depth and chemistry that makes them so compelling. Right from page one, you can feel for them and want them to succeed. I can’t recommend this book enough. If you are a fan of romantic suspense, you won’t want to pass this one by. So exceptionally well written.
       
 
 
About the author
 
Olivia Night, a fictional character herself, has always been an avid reader and writer. She found the romance genre in college and has never been able to get enough. One sleepless night, the main characters of Book One in her Men of FTI  series sprang from her head fully formed. They demanded she tell their story; so she did. As they revealed themselves, so did two other intriguing characters. Those characters convinced her to give them their own books because their stories were worth telling too. And so Olivia suddenly became a romance author. When Olivia is not writing, she has the best job in the world, which, too, will remain a secret. In her free time, she reads, write, drinks wine, or is, most likely, out emulating Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Olivia lives in one of the most diverse and vibrant cities in the U.S.—Baltimore. She lives with her cat, who she is convinced was a gladiator in his past life. Olivia plans to continue being awesome at this thing called life. Really, that’s her only goal.
 
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Susan V. Vaughn understood the meaning of sarcasm before she could walk.  Her childhood in the suburbs of Detroit was spent mainly trying to outwit her six creative siblings.  When she wasn’t working on the next soul-crushing jab, she sharpened her imagination on romantic literature and daydreamed about her knight in shining armor.
It didn’t take long for Susan to take her passion for reading romances into writing her own unique love stories.  Susan lives her life finding laughter in all situations and delights in marrying sarcasm with romance to create realistic falling-in-love stories in the unlikeliest of scenarios.  
Susan lives on the shores of Lake Huron with her real-life knight in shining armor and enjoys watching their three children learn the art of sarcasm and wit.

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Welcome to Laurel Richards, who gives us a taste of her new romantic comedy-mystery novel and also interviews her leading man and lady.
 
Blurb: Nothing ever happens in a small clamming town like Fatmire. At least, that’s what Mitch Chase thinks until he teams up with eccentric mystery writer Cassie Wynn to solve a murder. Vicki Cash is found facedown in her seafood dinner after someone at the Clam Festival slipped her a deadly ingredient. Now Mitch and Cassie have to eliminate suspects, but that’s easier said than done. Vicki wasn’t exactly well liked. She took her ex-husband for everything he was worth, evicted the town’s most successful clam farmer, feuded with her sister, and bad-mouthed the mayor’s wife. As they investigate, Mitch discovers this small town isn’t what it seems, and he’s attracted to more than Cassie’s powers of observation. With his quirky and intriguing partner by his side, he’s sure to lose his heart while he catches a killer.
 
And now for Laurel's interview with Mitch and Cassie.
 
LAUREL: “Hello, Cassie. Hi, Mitch. Why don’t you start by introducing yourselves?”
 
MITCH: “I’m Mitchell Chase, and I recently moved to Fatmire, FL. I’m staying with my grandfather in the retirement village for the moment. I used to work the city crime beat, but now that I’m in this small town, I’m working freelance for the local paper.”
 
CASSIE: “And he’s considering taking over as Fatmire’s new PI. I think Mitch is perfect for the job. As for me, I’m a writer like you, Laurel and Annette. Only I write murder mysteries under the pen name Dusty Zain. You might be familiar with some of my works. They include The Big Top Secret, about a circus ringmaster who was found squashed, and X-Caliber, about a murderer who uses a custom-made gun. For some reason, though, the bookstores keep putting my books in the humor section.”
 
LAUREL: “I see. Let’s talk about why you’re here today, Cassie, I understand your neighbor Vicki Cash was found dead.”
 
CASSIE: “Yes. I was the one who found her with her face buried in a plate of take-out seafood.”
 
MITCH: “Official cause of death was anaphylaxis. Someone hid chunks of peanut in Cash’s seafood dinner, and the victim was highly allergic to nuts. Cassie and I are investigating.”
 
LAUREL: “What’s it like working together?”
 
CASSIE: “Mitch is amazing. With that full head of brown hair and those sharp blue eyes, he could be one of the heroes from my books.”
 
MITCH: (Closes those eyes for a moment.) “I am not a martial arts master, a Navy SEAL, or Special Ops, and you’re not going to convince me to carry grenades or nunchakus.”
 
CASSIE: “But he does have pepper spray. And really, Mitch’s most lethal weapon is his mind.”
 
MITCH: (chuckles) “Cassie certainly makes this small town more interesting. As a local, she knows all the history and gossip. Although she drives me crazy, I really like spending time with her.”
 
LAUREL: “Thanks for taking time to talk to us, and good luck with your investigation. I’m sure we’ll see more of you both.”
 
To learn more about The Clam Festival Murders, read the excerpt below or follow the links.
 
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Excerpt
 
“Detective, based on your appearance here, may I assume Vicki Cash’s death wasn’t an accident? Do you suspect foul play?”
 
Cassie overheard the question and watched the man who had asked it from her vantage behind the side garden of her house. The profusion of plants prevented people on the street from seeing her small paved patio with its table and chairs, but she could observe them and much of the rest of the neighborhood at her leisure. That’s why she liked to sit here in the afternoons.
 
Today, what she saw held her full attention. The man speaking was a stranger to her, which was unusual in the small town of Fatmire, Florida. He was currently questioning Shane Waters, their local detective.
 
Her next door neighbor, Vicki Cash, was dead, and the newcomer—a reporter, apparently—seemed to realize there was more to the case than met the eye. Keen intuition and tenacity were two qualities Cassie gave to all her novels’ heroes. She was pleased and intrigued to learn they were part of this fellow’s character, as well.
 
Of course, Cassie also liked to make her heroes attractive. This man certainly had the right look with his strong physique, sharp blue eyes, and thick light-brown hair. She didn’t know his name, but she was hoping it was something wonderfully exotic or macho like Falcon or Axel. Maybe he was a martial arts expert or a former covert agent or sniper. The possibilities fired her imagination.
 
Barely breathing, she continued to eavesdrop on his conversation with Shane. They were standing outside Vicki’s house, which had been tidily cordoned off with police tape. Cassie saw Shane pause for a moment and rock back on his heels.
 
“We’re still investigating the matter,” the detective replied. “All I can say right now is that there were no signs of forced entry, burglary, or violence. The evidence thus far indicates that Ms. Cash died alone while in the middle of eating supper.”
 
“Who discovered the body?”
 
Cassie held perfectly still when Shane pointed at her house. “That would be Miss Wynn next door.”
 
Her new hero glanced her way and jotted something down in his notebook. Had he seen her? With his sharp eyesight and advanced military training, he probably could have spotted her in a sea of replicas. He was so focused on his interrogation, though, that it appeared he’d missed her behind her blind.
 
Cassie took a second to write the word replicas in her writing journal before she lost the thought. It had potential as a plot device.
 
“How old was the deceased?” her hero asked next, snagging her attention again. “Do you know if she had any pre-existing conditions?”
 
Shane’s lazy expression never altered. “Ms. Cash was in her late forties and wasn’t suffering from any chronic health problems that we know of.”
 
“Choking?”
 
Not a bad question, considering Vicki had died during dinner.
 
“In a manner of speaking,” Shane answered as he returned to his car. “Apparent cause of death was anaphylaxis. Good day.” These last two words were uttered over his shoulder as he opened the driver’s side door and hopped in.
 
“One more question.” Her hero didn’t give up. He leaned down to look at the detective. “What was Vicki Cash eating when she died?”
 
This time, Shane smiled. “Got herself some shrimp from the Clam Festival. You should head over there yourself. It lasts all week.” He punctuated this remark with a muffled slam of his car door and started the engine.
 
Cassie watched her hero eye his own vehicle before turning and walking toward her house. When he reached her door, he studied her front garden with a small frown of concentration. Perhaps he was a botanist or herbalist who liked to experiment with various elixirs. Or maybe he was looking for signs of a trap.
 
Just as he was about to knock on her door, she cleared her throat. “She’s not home. You’ll have better luck if you come over here and talk to me.”
 
She could see she’d surprised him. The way he shifted—had he been ready to fall into a crouch? Was he poised for action every moment, in constant peril while dealing with the terrible scars of his past?
 
Cassie sighed. “You poor man. Why don’t you sit down and have some tea? You can keep your back to the wall if you sit over there.”
 
About the author
 
Laurel Richards is a fiction author with a passion for shifters, space travelers, and other memorable characters. She has gathered inspiration from lots of different sources throughout her life and is here today to share her imagination through storytelling. Laurel writes sci-fi/fantasy, paranormal, and funny mysteries, all with various degrees of romance mixed in.
 
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Today's guest post by author Marianne Rice deals with a favorite obsession of hers and mine: perusing pictures and other content on Pinterest, as well as using it for book promotions. Take it away, Marianne.

Unless you’ve been living in the wild and don’t have access to the Internet, you’ve probably heard of Pinterest. I’m addicted.
 
For those of you who aren’t familiar with Pinterest, here’s the basic gist. You make a “board” and give it a title (desserts, quotes, writing tips, hero inspiration etc.) Your page can have as many or as few boards as you’d like. Totally your choice. When you search within Pinterest for whatever the heck you want to search for, click “pin” and select which board you want the image/website/link to go to. Easy peasy and organized for future reference. Most Web sites and blogs have a direct “Pin” link so you can click and pin even when not on Pinterest.
 
I started using Pinterest years ago as a way to save recipes I found online. At first I only had a “Recipe” board and quickly learned I needed subcategories to help organize my bazillion recipes I saved. I now have boards for desserts, breakfast, snack, main dishes, soups…you get the picture. My son was diagnosed with celiac disease two months ago so now I have Gluten Free Desserts, Gluten Free Snacks etc.
 
So how do I use Pinterest as an author? Research. I have a “Hero Inspiration” board where I keep pictures of beautiful men. I have a “Heroine Inspiration” board as well (not sure why I don’t have as many images there as I do in my Hero board. Hmm). I also have a board for each book, whether it’s published yet or not. If there’s a hero or heroine whom I use as inspiration or who looks like my characters, I pin them. I also pin quotes or other “things” that have to do with my books.
 
There are times when I’m working on edits for one book, writing another and pimping yet another. Sometimes I forget what my hero/heroine look like! I refer back to my Pinterest boards and sigh and stare and drool…and then get back to writing.
 
And, yeah. Because I have an itsy bitsy shoe addiction, I have a Shoe Porn board. And a Dessert board. And a Girly Drink board. It’s not all writerly stuff. Visit me at https://www.pinterest.com/mariannericeaut.
 
Is Pinterest a time suck? Heck, yeah. And I love it. Come visit me on Pinterest. You can follow all my boards or select which ones inspire you. Check out my board for Then Came You, which came out last week (it’s FREE on Kindle Unlimited). Here’s a little taste…
 
Excerpt

“I kind of have this love-hate relationship with you.”
The look of shock on his face made her laugh. “Okay. Maybe not such strong emotions. How about like and dislike? One minute you’re sweet and kind and gorgeous and the next minute you’re too caught up in work and image but still working the gorgeous angle.”
“Is being gorgeous good or bad?”
“You seem to work it in no matter what you do. You can’t help it. You’re pretty.”
“Guys don’t want to be pretty.”
“Yeah. They do. But you’re hot, too. Pretty and hot.”
“Can’t you just call me pretty hot and call it good?”
“See, and then you throw in a dash of humor and I’m a goner.”
“Goner? Really?” Grayson set his hands on her waist and tugged her closer. She shivered from the heat, from the chill, from the anticipation.
“It was easier when I thought you were a jerk,” she whispered, her mouth dangerously close to his.
“Why is that?” he whispered back, his breath mingling with hers.
She swallowed, her throat tight and hoarse, and licked her lips. “Because then I wasn’t tempted to do this.” Thyme stood on her tiptoes and gently pressed her lips against his.
 
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Her first and also her once.

Jonathan and Rebecca’s paths cross at exactly the right moment, when each most needs to hear what the other has to say.

But Jonathan is three days from entering the priesthood, and Rebecca leaves him to his peace. But he is unable to find peace.

Without each other’s comfort and strength, they must each struggle to forge a new path, with only memories of the one day that changed everything.

But are they able to forget and let go?

Will be released July 2, 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29630603?source=ebfg_tw
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Author bio
M.S. Kaye has several published books under her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense and the unusual at www.BooksByMSK.com.

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Once & Again, book two
Will be released September 4, 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.

She was once his secret desire…will she be again?

Father Aiden, an ex-marine and new priest, falls in love with Maylynn, but he struggles to stay away from her. He’s successful for many years, though he can’t keep her out of his dreams.

Then one day she shows up for a pre-marital counselling session with her fiancé, Davis. Aiden soon realizes Davis isn’t who he says he is, but what does that mean for Maylynn, and for himself?

Once & Forever, book three
Will be released December 2016 from Inkspell Publishing.

Eden, a nun, is constantly struggling against her dark past of living on the streets, and her attraction to Trace, an ex-convict farm worker. After a twelve-year separation, Eden is finally reunited with her brother, Thomas, but why hadn’t she reached out to him in all those years? As Eden and Trace grow closer, confessing their pasts to each other, will they be able to resist getting too close?

Excerpt from Once
“What’s the answer?”

He paused. “A switchblade.”

With my fingertips, I reached out and traced the scar across his cheek. “Did you win?”

He removed my hand and closed his eyes. “Yes.”

I slid his Book back to him. “This says we can find forgiveness.”

His eyes still closed, his jaw clenched. He bowed his head. “It also says ‘Thou shalt not kill.’”

I took his hand in both of mine, petted his rough skin, and then brought it to my lips. He had a talent for guiding invisibly, but I didn’t know how to do that.

He watched me again. His eyes were intense, like the black of the night sky, and his forehead was furrowed, as if his emotions were scattered, as if he was shocked at my reaction, as if he had been sure his answer would drive me away. But I knew him. Already, I knew him.

“You’re still a good person,” I said.

His jaw clenched. “I’ve been trying to believe that.”

“I have faith in you.”

He continued to watch me. His forehead never smoothed, as if he was fighting for strength, but his eyes softened. He slid around the booth, closer to me.

I didn’t move, not sure what to do, what was right, what he wanted.

He leaned closer.

I only watched him.

He touched his lips to my cheek, the faintest pressure. I struggled to sit still, to keep my hands in my lap, not to grab hold of him. And then his lips were gone, such brief contact that I couldn’t be sure if he had actually kissed my cheek or if I wanted his contact so much that I’d imagined it.

He spoke in my ear. “You must be some kind of final test.”

My heart pounded into my ribs, against the point of the blade. “Are you going to pass?”

His lips brushed against my jaw. “I don’t know.”

He trailed to my neck, his mouth softly pressing. My hand curled into his hair, the other on his shoulder, holding, clutching. His mouth found mine, barely touching. His warmth invaded my head.

“God give me strength,” he murmured.

The door slid open, and the compartment filled with laughter.

He closed his eyes. Then he slid away from me.

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Stiletto Secrets
Fairy Tale Bastards #1
Release Date:  4/25/16
Contemporary romance, adult Fairy tale

Nicholas Blake is your typical class A, rich bastard who loves getting what he wants. He’s spoiled, selfish and enjoys all the lavish pleasures life has to offer—especially those that involve women and getting naked. Nicholas’ life is just damn near perfect. But one night out on the town with his friends and everything changes. One encounter with a stripper in stilettos who fittingly calls herself Cinderella, and his life suddenly doesn’t seem so goddamn perfect anymore.

As if that isn’t enough, there’s also Emma, the new maid in his father’s mansion that immediately piques his curiosity with her sweet smile and blue-green eyes. He finds himself drawn to her and wants nothing more than to seduce her into his bed, to make her his. But he just can’t seem to stay away from the stripper that makes him burn in ways he never knew possible.

The more he starts to care for Emma, the stronger his obsession grows for Cinderella.

Insane? Absolutely.

Twisted? Yes.

Completely screwed up? Hell yes.

A decision needs to be made; he needs to choose. But will Nicholas be able to make that choice when he finds himself all tangled up in a giant cluster of love, lust and stilettos?

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Excerpt

“Pick one.”

Nicholas jerked his head to the left in the direction from where the woman’s voice came, and noticed the dark-pink curtains. 

“Pick one what?” He scanned the room.  “The shoes. Pick a pair,” a soft, sultry voice replied.

Then Nicholas noticed movement behind the curtain. Whoever it was dragged her hand along the fabric while leisurely pacing, apparently waiting for him to choose.

Instantly intrigued, he glanced at the cabinet and then back at the curtain. “You want me to choose a pair of shoes?”

“Yes, pick a pair and I will wear them.”

Nicholas felt a little tingle in the back of his neck when she spoke. He had only been in this room for five minutes and whoever was behind the curtain already had all his attention.

He moved a little closer to the curtain. “You know, a lot goes into choosing the right pair of shoes. For example, I’d need to know what you’re wearing first.” He tried to get a better look at the woman behind the curtain, but the fabric was just too damn dense for him to make out anything other than a silhouette.

“Why don’t you just pick a pair under the assumption that I’m not wearing anything,” she replied with soft, smoothly spoken words. Somehow it reminded him of melted chocolate.

“Why don’t you let me see for myself what you’re wearing?”

“That’s not how it works, Mr. Blake.”

The curtain swooshed a little as she moved behind it.

Nicholas turned to the glass cabinet with the shoes. How in God’s name was he supposed to choose? It was like telling a kid to choose one item in Willy Wonka’s candy factory. Im-fucking-possible.

After inspecting each pair, he finally opened the door and reached for a white pair of stilettos with a little diamond bow on top. A simple design, but it was the pair with the sharpest heel, and Nicholas loved those damn heels.

"So what do I do with these?” Nicholas inspected the shoes more closely.

And then a hand reached out from the other side of the curtain. Nicholas noticed the freshly manicured nails and beautiful dainty fingers. “Now you give them to me, and take a seat, Mr. Blake.”

Nicholas looked to the chair before handing her the shoes.

“On the table next to the chair you will see a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. You need to sit down, lock one of the cuffs around your hand, put on the blindfold and then place both hands behind the back of the seat.”

Nicholas frowned. “Okay, I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable with this. I thought this was a show. How am I supposed to enjoy the show if I can’t see anything?”

“Mr. Blake, I have three different types of shows I present. See, feel, and touch.”

“See, feel, and touch?” he mimed silently with his mouth.

“You can’t experience all at once.”

“Well, I’d sort of feel cheated then.”

“When you lose one of your senses, the other senses get heightened, Mr. Blake.”

Nicholas could not get over the beautiful sound of this woman’s voice. It was like her voice had a direct line straight down to his cock.

He started to leisurely pace around the room. “So I’m just curious, which show did my friends book me for?”

“Feel,” she replied.

Being the smart-ass that he was, Nicholas asked, “Isn’t that kind of the same thing as touch?”

“No, it’s not. With touch you would be allowed to use your hands, guided by me of course. With feel, you will only feel what I want you to feel.”

Okay, now he was really damn curious.

As he turned to the table and eyed the contents, he contemplated what his options were. Either he turned around now and then got labeled as a pussy by his friends, or he could put on the mask and the cuffs and see where this all went. But honestly, there was no way in hell he would be able to walk away now.

“What will it be, Mr. Blake?”

Nicholas shrugged and picked up the cuffs. “I guess we should get this show started then.”

About the author

Bella J lives in Cape Town, South Africa with her husband, two kids, & chihuahua. Her love for writing started in eighth grade when she received her first writing assignment—which she flunked. But the positive side of her failure—her newly found passion for writing. The negative side—now she’s completely spaced out half of the time living in her little pretend world of romance, love, & insanely hot heroes

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