Sexy Authors of January

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Get to know these amazing authors! Representing the diversity that makes the Erotica genre so fantastic, these interviews should not be missed. Filled with exclusives, bonus material, teasers and even a few secrets…

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Kayleigh Sky is a m/m erotic romance writer. Kayleigh’s stories are tales of struggle and pain, loss and despair. Love is won in the battle to rise out of the depths of darkness. Victory is in the sweet bliss of happily ever after.

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My name is Cree Nations and I have been writing for a very long time. I have two great sons, and six wonderful grandchildren. Life is good. I was born in East Texas and have lived in Texas for the majority of my life. I write fiction – contemporary romance/crime/mystery, erotica and poetry.

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Kat Crimson uses her wit and wiles to infiltrate the minds of her characters creating a new wave of cerebral erotica, which engages the brains, the hearts and the loins of her readers in equal measure, adding depth and dimension to what has, in the past, widely been considered to be a genre comprised only of talentless perverts. Simply not true.

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Conor Corderoy was born in London, but his parents, whom he describes as ‘bohemians’, moved to Ibiza when he was two. He grew up on Formentera, the smallest of the Balearic Islands, bare-foot, wild and uncombed. He has a cat called Cato and he thinks he might live high on a mountain in the south of Spain, but he isn’t sure.

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Sarah Brianne – Lucca

Lucca was made the underboss, being what nightmares are made of.

Chloe was scarred by her past, learning too young that nightmares are real.

He has waited long enough to claim her soul, but he must take it from the devil first.

Her soul might have been better off claimed by the devil.

The only way to save her from her past is to delve into his.

The world as she knows it will come crashing down.

I’m the fucking boogieman.

I’m just a fucking freak.

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Hey! My name is Sarah Brianne and after living for twenty-two years the characters in my head told me enough was enough and I have finally put pen to paper (or is it finger to keyboard?) to tell their stories. Since I was a little girl I have watched every chick flick I could get my hands on, then when I became older I discovered a whole new world of romance novels. To me there is nothing better then a tale of true love and those are the stories that have inspired me to write. Like everything else in my life I have put my own spin on two lovers destined to be together.

Michelle Dare – The Pine Forest

One touch, one spark, two lives forever changed.

Pine and Azure. The war between the two kingdoms lasted far too long. Peace was finally established, but the survivors would never forget who fought on the front lines. Oliver Sage had a reputation for being a ruthless knight. He’d seen enough death to last a lifetime and worked on putting the past behind him, although not all would let him forget.

Addison was the only daughter of King and Queen Azure. With three brothers, she knew she’d always be protected, but she also wanted to learn how to take care of herself. She was strong, had a good heart, and wanted to be treated as an equal. Magical abilities ran in her family, and she had one no one knew of.

Oliver had given his heart to one princess, until the night he dreamed of another. Addison was the last woman he should desire, especially given who she was. However, what if she wanted him as well? They’d hated each other their entire lives, but suddenly couldn’t resist the desire which built between them. There were also those who didn’t think they should be together. Forbidden romance could only stay hidden for so long in the dark depths of the Pine Forest.

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Michelle Dare is a romance author. Her stories range from sweet to sinful and from new adult to fantasy. There aren’t enough hours in the day for her to write all of the story ideas in her head. When not writing or reading, she’s a wife and mom living in eastern Pennsylvania. One day she hopes to be writing from a beach where she will never have to see snow or be cold again.

Queen Avis 2: 5 – How does your garden grow?

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Avis’ pussy clamped down on Halen’s knuckles as Marie swallowed his cock. Heat surged through Avis’ body, pulling lust in its rawest form from her darkest places. She gushed over Halen’s palm.

And he stared at her, directly into her eyes, as another woman sucked his dick. In spite of the physical connection he shared with that other woman, the emotional belonged solely to Avis. Halen didn’t even look down, though the fingers of his other hand stroked Marie’s cheek.

No, it was Avis who watched the other woman greedily. She was the one who squirmed in her seat at the sight of a pink tongue, flattened to Halen’s shaft and sliding up toward the tip. It was Avis who flinched at the wet sounds of suction, and the subtle breaths that puffed from Halen’s throat as Marie fondled his balls, her fingers so busy that his felt twice as thick where they rested…

Inside Avis. Buried in the hot clasp of her pussy, Halen’s finger hardly moved at all—a small curl every few minutes, a teasing crook. They were a solid presence, lodged within her, keeping her stretched while simultaneously giving her cunt something to work against. Jesus, she was so wet.

“What do you need, Avis?” Halen’s voice was low and strained, but the effort he used to speak made her appreciate his question all the more.

“I…I want to see how much of your dick she can swallow.”

Immediately, Marie dipped her head, taking more than the few inches she’d been lavishing her attention on. Avis watched Halen’s shaft stretch the lady’s lips, she watched as more disappeared into the woman’s mouth. She glanced at Halen’s face.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” he groaned. “Marie is very good at this. Her mouth is hot and wet, and very soft, Avis. I love the sensation of my dick running along the roof of her mouth, I love the way her lips have tightened and I love that she knows just how pull, to suck, to maintain all the glorious pressure so that I constantly feel like I’m gritting my teeth to keep from coming too soon.”

All that?” Avis whispered.

Marie hummed. For a moment, the lady was in constant motion, bobbing on Halen’s dick, sliding up and down with hands and mouth as the man beneath her arched, groaned and clenched his jaw.

“I want to learn how to do that to you,” Avis said.

“I’ll teach you.” Halen moved his fingers inside her pussy in a subtle thrust that sent shockwaves halfway up her spine. “For now, we’re just learning about you.”

“What about me?” Avis wriggled. “What can you possibly figure out about me, when you’re the one getting sucked off.”

“I know you like to watch.” He grinned and pumped his fingers again.

“But you knew that already.” With her gaze glued to Marie’s mouth where it worked over Halen’s shaft, Avis leaned back in her chair and let her legs fall open even more. She didn’t care that her skirt had risen on her thighs, revealing the motion of Halen’s hand to any who cared to look—exhibitionism was suddenly a much more exciting prospect than it had been—and she didn’t care that she’d spread her thighs so far apart that she’d barely been able to keep her feet on the floor.

Halen pushed a little deeper, two fingers rubbing slowly, slipping over nerves that sent sensation rocketing higher with each pass. He chuckled. “I did know that, baby. I knew exactly how much you liked watching, and how much you liked participating. But for someone else. I wanted to know how you’d react to watching me.”

Pleasure thickened inside her, and Marie started working faster on Halen’s cock. Avis tossed her head. “How could…there be a difference?”

“It comes down to emotion,” He told her in a strained tone. “Trust and honesty, do you even care enough? I’m glad to see you do.”

“How do you know what I care about?”

Her words were strained, too. It was too hard to think, too hard to produce any sort of noise more articulate than a groan, as Halen thrust into her body harder, faster, deeper. As he lifted against Marie’s mouth, he still stared at Avis, still watched, in spite of how close he obviously was to finding his own release.

“I know because your pussy is pouring over my hand. Because you’ve clamped down so damn tight on my fingers that I can hardly move them at all. I know you care by the way you watch, the way you look at my face to make sure that my attention is on you… And you’re making sure she gives me pleasure.”

Avis had no idea how Halen had found the strength to say all that. He spoke through gritted teeth, one hand gripped the edge of his seat so tightly his forearm bulged and he rocked against Marie’s face. The fingers he drove into Avis—repeatedly—had become forceful, beckoning her orgasm even as she fought to hold on, to watch more, to feel more…

She loved feeling like she’d taken Halen’s sole focus, despite the physical pleasure someone else offered. In that moment, he was hers and he gave her so much. He offered a wicked release, temptation, excitement, security.

For the first time in her life, Avis felt truly free. She didn’t even bother to muffle her cry as she came.

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Queen Avis is an ongoing story by Lola White. It is virtually unedited, and will eventually be published in its entirety. Each week, a new chapter will be posted, however there is no guarantee that previous chapters will still be available. This story is copyrighted (2016-2017), with all rights reserved.

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Jenna Jacob – Sin on a Stick

When Jade Hollis loses her job, she tries to commit hari-kari tequila style. With her head pounding the next morning, it’s hardly the optimal time to discover her live-in lover is a lying cheat. Bruised and dejected, she packs up all her belongings and the remains of her self-esteem, then hits the road.


Who the hell cares.

When she ends up beating a fast path down memory lane to Haven, Texas, she comes face-to-face with her high school heartthrob Colton Maddox. The seductive, oh-so-bad boy still zaps her senses like a screwdriver in a two-twenty outlet. But can she trust him and her foolish heart long enough to live out even the most wild of her fantasies… which include happily ever after?

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Wet Dream (Hotties of Haven, Book 1)

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USA Today Bestselling Author Jenna Jacob’s erotic romance comes from the heart of submission. With over twenty years’ experience in the dynamics of the BDSM lifestyle, Jenna strives to portray Dominance and submission with a passionate and comprehensive voice. Her stories will make you laugh, cry, and may leave you with a better understanding of the fulfillment found in the BDSM power exchange.

A married mom of four grown children, Jenna and her husband lives in Kansas. Her passions include her family, reading, camping, cooking, music, and riding Harleys. She loves to make people laugh with her outgoing and warped sense of humor. If you’re looking for hot romance with a kinky twist, pick up one of Jenna’s books.




Michelle Dare – The Unattainable Chief


*This is an alpha male novelette, which was previously published in the Alphas of Sin anthology.

Bachelor doctor, Liam Kase, is the Chief of Surgery. One cold night, he rescues a woman who falls in an icy parking lot. A woman who happens to be a nurse at a competing hospital.

Amelia Finch doesn’t want his help, and she knows all about his reputation. She’s fully capable of diagnosing and driving herself to the emergency room, but Liam refuses to allow it. He is an alpha male, who always take charge, after all.

White-hot sparks fly from their first encounter, searing the memory in both their minds. The Unattainable Chief: the man no woman can hook. Will she be the one who finally reels him in? She’ll certainly try.

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Michelle Dare is a romance author. Her stories range from sweet to sinful and from new adult to fantasy. There aren’t enough hours in the day for her to write all of the story ideas in her head. When not writing or reading, she’s a wife and mom living in eastern Pennsylvania. One day she hopes to be writing from a beach where she will never have to see snow or be cold again.




Readers, Reviews and Reliance

First, let’s get this out of the way. I have a hard time getting reviews. I’m not holding onto any sour grapes about that, though it’s sometime frustrating. I also appreciate every blogger, reviewer and reader who reads, and especially the ones who review. Thank you for taking the time to do that.

That being said…

When I was growing up, an avid reader, always at the library or a bookstore, literally filling shelves and bags/boxes/whatever I could find to hold my haul, I don’t remember reading a single review. Maybe there was a blurb on the cover by an author I maybe heard of. Maybe. I didn’t care, because their opinion wasn’t what I based my purchase on.

I read the back cover of the book. I looked at the first chapter. Sometimes I flipped to the last chapter…I know, that’s terrible. But that’s how I made my decision. I didn’t ask my friends if they’d read it, hell, most of my friends don’t even read picture magazines today, let alone torrid romances when they were teenagers. And I found great books. A few I didn’t like, but generally I loved every book I bought or borrowed.

Now we have online places where other people give us their opinions of a book like we’re all shopping for vacuum cleaners. Does it suck, or doesn’t it? What’s funny is, I’ve never bought a book based on a good review, but I did buy a book based on a bad review—K.F. Breene’s Darkness series and I have bought every single book…all because a reader mentioned a rape whistle in a 1 star review. It made me curious.


How’s that for perverse? Or maybe this…How would you rate Michelangelo’s David? One star for the penis, you trolls? Or 5 stars for the determination of the artist and the beauty of the male form carved into solid rock?


How would you rate Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa? 1 star because she looks like a bitch, or 5 stars because the painting itself is a magnetic piece of artwork that draws you toward the mystery of the lady’s smile?

That is perverse in a way, right? How can you tell me what artwork I would like? Let me clarify this whole post right now—I have no issue with anyone giving their honest opinion about art, and that most definitely includes any piece of literature, no matter what genre it might be. You didn’t like a story? I’m fine with that. But don’t you think it’s a little weird when other people read the review and think, ‘Whew, glad I dodged that bullet. That character sounds whiney…Not gonna get that one.’

Grammar, okay, I get that. When a review says something like ‘This was really hard to get into because of all the spelling mistakes…’ I know to check out the sample (because let’s face it, some of those people who reviewed wouldn’t know good spelling if the dictionary smacked them in the face). Something like that is very helpful, though. Your opinion, however, should not influence mine.

Let’s take A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens. I hated that book. I hated the story, the characters, the settings, the long-windedness…but the ending of that book is, in my opinion, the greatest ending in literary history. Les Miserables is my second all-time favorite novel, EVER. Loved it…and hated The Hunchback of Notre Dame (same author) with a passion that kept me from finishing it to this day. Oh, and I adore Stephen King, except I’ve been unable to finish Pet Semetary every one of the ten times I’ve tried to read it, and I never can get past the first chapter of Salem’s Lot. Should my opinion tell you whether or not you like the story? No, you better read it for yourself.

What if the author is going for some theme that no one else, or few others, picks up on? Does that mean the author’s intent is wrong or unimportant? My own book, My Stranger, was written as an erotic horror. It was written to be uncomfortable, it was written to get the reader hot and then leave them wondering what the hell was wrong with them that they would go off with AJs stranger too…Because I know you would. You know how I know? It’s an almost-true story, based on questions that came up after a woman left her children behind (in that culture, she wasn’t allowed to take them) to live with a man who gave her sexual pleasure because her husband didn’t. And, also, because I was a juror on a case where the girlfriend swore her boyfriend gave her permission to cheat, though he denied it. Inspiration comes from strange places…

My Stranger - 2000x3000Never underestimate the power of a good orgasm. They can be life changing. They can make you stupid. To me, AJs decision at the end was the horror, but no one else saw it that way, in fact, the majority of readers who have reviewed spoke of the ‘mystery’ I’d never intended and labeled the book romance. I went with it because that’s what stood out to them, I suppose… Or maybe they’d already had a preconceived notion of what the story was before ever starting it. And how did that happen? Reviews, perhaps? (you can read the wide variety of them on Amazon or Goodreads)

That’s the beauty of books, the beauty of art—it’s subjective. No two people read the same thing or see the same thing or hear the same thing.

So why does your enjoyment of the story have anything to do with mine? How many times did a movie get rave reviews, but it sucked? Or vice versa. How many books have you picked up based on a bad review and fallen in love with? Or, ahem, vice versa.

You know why reviews are so damned important now? Because Amazon said so. There are perks for getting reviews and a fake sense of competition to foster consumer spending sprees. Because online book promo companies won’t take your book without a certain amount of 4 and 5 star reviews. Seriously, reviews should be a checklist of yes or no answers rather than an opinion column: Was it well written, was it entertaining, would you recommend it to a friend, and then stars can be generated based on those answers.

Hmmm, let’s get to a point, shall we? Every week I do a writing advice column, but this week I’m doing a reader’s advice column. Figure it out for yourself, not just because I don’t get a lot of reviews, but because no one else can tell you what you’ll enjoy. You might agree with 90% of something a reviewer might say, and therefore it seems natural to buy accordingly in this overcrowded marketplace…but that 10% region where your taste and the reviewers diverge can be a glorious, thought-provoking, entertaining place.

But you’ll never know unless you try…

Shirleen Davies – Quinn’s Honor

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Book Three, MacLarens of Boundary Mountain Historical Western Romance Series

 “Every book of Shirleen’s never fails to draw me in and make it impossible to put down until I devour it!”


Quinn MacLaren has one true love…Circle M, the family ranch. He makes it a habit of working hard and playing harder, spending time with experienced women who know he wants nothing more than their company. He buries the love he feels for one woman deep inside, knowing he’ll never be the man she needs.

Emma Pearce is a true ranch woman, working long hours to help keep the family ranch thriving. Feisty, funny, and reliable, she’s the girl all the single young men want—after they’ve sewn their wild oats. Few know Emma has her heart set on one man. A man who may never grow up enough to walk away from his wild ways and settle down.

When tragedy strikes, Quinn’s right where he doesn’t want to be—as temporary foreman of the Pearce ranch. Stepping in to fill Big Jim Pearce’s shoes isn’t easy. Neither is keeping his feelings for Emma hidden and his hands to himself. Honor-bound to do what is right, Quinn meets the challenge, losing Emma’s friendship in the process.

Adding to Quinn’s worries, something sinister is working its way through the thriving town of Conviction. Unforeseen forces are at work. Debt builds, families lose their ranches, and newcomers threaten to divide not only the land, but the people—including the Pearce family.

As events unfold, Quinn faces the difficult challenge of keeping his feelings for Emma hidden and his honor intact. Doing what he believes is right couldn’t feel more wrong.

After all, what’s a man without honor?

Quinn’s Honor, book three in the MacLarens of Boundary Mountain historical western romance series, is a full-length novel with an HEA and no cliffhanger.


“I wondered if you’d decided to quit.”

Quinn spun around. Emma stood not six feet away, wrapped in a thin coat, her arms crossed. He took a couple steps toward her, surprised she’d gotten so close without him knowing.

“I didn’t hear you come in.”

She walked closer, closing the distance until they were a foot apart. She hadn’t seen the complete exhaustion on his face or the slump of his shoulders until now. He’d been working from dawn until late each night, doing what her pa hadn’t been able to do since Jimmy’s death. The ranch was in better shape than ever, the ranch hands having a competence they lacked before Quinn arrived. Even though she still felt some justification for her actions, all she’d done was make his life harder.

Reaching up, she swiped an errant strand of hair from his forehead. The rush of feelings when her fingers touched his skin, caused her face to heat. She licked her lips as a pulsing sensation rushed through her. Dropping her gaze to his eyes, her heart tripped at the intensity of his stare. His gray-blue eyes turned stormy, the color of the night sky when lightning ignited the heavens.

Her stomach fluttered and heart raced when he said nothing, continuing to study her. Before she could step away, Quinn’s hand came up, his fingers wrapping around her wrist, pulling her close.

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t try to pull away or break her gaze. Instead, she leaned forward, almost touching his chest.

“Emma…” He breathed her name out, almost as a prayer.

She could see the vein in his neck pulse, hear the almost desperate agony in his voice. Still, she didn’t move away.

“What is it, Quinn?”

Searching her face, he sucked in a shaky breath, seeing trust and so much more. Lowering his head, he stopped an inch from her mouth, wanting her to pull back, needing her to meet him.

Lifting her chin, he placed her other hand on his chest, splaying her fingers wide. Her lips parted an instant before Quinn’s touched them.

His actions were gentle, a mere caress before becoming more urgent. Letting go of her wrist, he wrapped his arms around her, aligning her body with his. Melting into him, she lifted her arms around his neck, drawing him down on a deep sigh.


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Shirleen Davies writes romance—historical, contemporary, and romantic suspense. She grew up in Southern California, attended Oregon State University, and has degrees from San Diego State University and the University of Maryland. During the day she provides consulting services to small and mid-sized businesses. But her real passion is writing emotionally charged stories of flawed people who find redemption through love and acceptance. She now lives with her husband in a beautiful town in northern Arizona.
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Victoria Renteria – Royal Blood


After being reunited with the only man she’s ever loved, Kylee Parker willingly returns to the hell from which she was rescued in hopes of saving others from the nightmare she endured. While attempting to find strength in this newfound power struggle, Kylee begins to question her sanity.

Alexander Grant’s sole mission has been to serve his country, until the day his Goddess walked into his life and tilted his world on its axis. Having rescued her from her captors, he thought he would spend the rest of his life making up for lost time, but his world goes dark when she deliberately walks back into the hands of the underground mafia.

Can Kylee survive the evil surrounding her to avenge what she has lost, or is she destined to become what her mother always wanted? Will Alex risk it all to follow her into the depths of hell, or will he uphold the oath he swore to protect his country?

As Kylee and Alexander fight their way back to each other, love and honor will be put to the ultimate test in this shocking conclusion to The Betrayed Series.


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Former Director for a major corporation, Victoria has spent most of her life inside of a book. When she wasn’t reading, she was busy scribbling down stories of her own. Meeting her husband while he was in the United States Army, Victoria quickly adapted and learned the role of the military spouse.

After finishing her Business Management Degree in college, she spent years working in the corporate world where her writing quickly fell to the wayside. Finally, taking time away from the corporate world, Victoria has been able to dive into her stories and create a whole new world for you to live in.

She now resides in the sunny Tampa, Florida area with her husband, son, and two amazing boxers. When she isn’t writing, you can find her on the beach or hiking. Maybe even writing on the beach . . .




Isabella LaPearl – Batteries not Included

Mazie Carmichael is determined to replace her broken B.O.B and sate her desperate hunger—until she runs into the men responsible for her ache. Eric and Evan Mandel are drop-dead gorgeous bikers and identical twins, not to mention the flesh-and-blood embodiment of her fantasies. But their knowing looks when they see the toy clutched in her shaking hand sparks embarrassment that sends her running.

When the seductive brothers offer the kind of hands-on relief mere toys can’t provide, will Mazie find the courage to embrace her needs…or will self-doubt send her scurrying home unfulfilled?

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To say it’s been an extraordinary journey thus far would be an understatement… what a rush! What a thrill to realize dreams and see them go from a seed to fruition. So for all you aspiring Authors, who like me, have a fire inside that burns brightly and demands to be sated by writing… Never give up.

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Queen Avis 2: 4 – Cross Pollination

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Avis tried not to stiffen in her seat as Halen’s hand pressed her thigh. His fingers inched higher, nearly completely hidden by her skirt. In truth, she was beginning to get used to the feel of his palm stroking her skin, beginning to get used to the outrageousness of his desire to touch her in public.

First at the bar, then at the…club.

To his credit, Halen hadn’t lied when he’d promised not to take her to some dungeon. Avis wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but the strategically lit, well-designed cocktail lounge wasn’t even close. There were no chains on the walls, no ball gags in sight, not a crop, a whip or a paddle on premises.

She’d told herself she was relieved, though that sentiment had been short-lived, considering all the other things going on in the shadows. Not to mention the show taking place under the very bright spotlight angled toward the stage.

Halen’s fingers drifted north a few more inches, toying with the edge of Avis’ underwear. He stroked and flicked, then slid toward the center of the fabric, pressing slightly—just enough to make Avis gasp and wriggle before he retreated.

“Do you like the show?” he asked her.

“It…I’m…not used to…this.” She didn’t think her face could burn any worse. “But, honestly, it’s…not really doing anything for me.”

The couple on stage were very inventive. Avis could appreciate their creativity, and everything they did was arousing—in a very cold sort of way. They were pretty, but Avis had gotten wetter watching bad porn at home, though that could have been due to the fact that the company had been more familiar and the setting more relaxing. It was strange watching two strangers fuck on stage while she sat at a table with the only person she knew in the whole room.

Halen pushed his finger beneath her panties. Avis couldn’t help but squirm as a streak of heat curved over her folds, her nerves soaking up the sensation of his fingertip slipping over her skin and transmitting it to its neighbors so that Avis felt as if a wave washed between her legs. She softened in a rush.

“You’re feeling uncomfortable,” Halen murmured. He moved his finger up and down, tracing her slit. “You have no connection to the people in this room or on that stage and therefore you don’t find any of this appropriately stimulating. You’re bone dry.”

Shame filtered through her. She tried to defend herself. “I’m just surprised! I don’t know what you want or what you expect and—”

“That’s all right.” The corner of his lip lifted, giving Avis pause, but the gleam in his eye when he glanced her way suggested amusement, rather than disappointment. “We’re here to find out what makes you tick, baby. I want your reactions to be natural.”

“Reactions to what?”

“You need intimacy, I think. You need trust, and I completely understand that, Avis. Quite frankly, that’s my kink too, you know?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I don’t know. I don’t understand what you’re doing and I don’t know why we’re here except to put me on the spot and make me feel bad about myself.”

Do you feel bad about yourself, Avis?”

Halen turned to face her fully. His fingers stopped moving between her legs and he leaned toward her, crowding her space even more than he had been, placing his mouth too close, so that his breath puffed against her lips. She fidgeted, knowing there was no way to hide from his scrutiny.

“Maybe not bad about myself, exactly.” The words took a deep search of her soul, though she tried to be quick in her response. “Maybe just nervous, and surrounded by a bunch of people who don’t look nervous. I don’t feel…safe, or maybe I don’t fit in my own skin. I don’t know how to describe what I feel, Halen, I just… I’m not…enjoying myself.”

“So I gather.” Halen pulled his hand from beneath her skirt and waved it about, indicating the room in general. “Look around, Avis. Pick a woman, any woman. Who do you think is least nervous? Who do you think has the most confidence in here?”

Taking a deep breath, she turned to survey the room. Squinting through the shadows, her gaze was immediately captured by a woman she’d noticed earlier—a woman who seemed to attract attention easily, without even trying. She sparkled in a way Avis knew she, herself, never could.

She tipped her head. “That woman, over there, in the blue dress.”

Halen looked. Then he smiled. “Good choice. Her name’s Marie. She is confident, and she’s extremely generous, intelligent, easy to pleasure and eager to please in return. She’s good company, especially on a night like this.”

“What does that mean?” Alarm bells started clanging in Avis’ skull. “A night like this? What do you mean by that?”

Again, Halen leaned close. “Stay at this table. I’ll be right back, so don’t get up, just wait for me. I want you to meet her.”

Avis did as he asked, not taking her eyes off him as Halen walked to the other woman’s table. He smiled and shook the hand of the gentleman with her, then kissed Marie’s wrist with old-fashioned flair. All three laughed. Then Halen sat. He spoke with them for so long that Avis truly began to feel uncomfortable, conspicuously alone at her table. She tried to control her breathing and refused to look away from Halen, despite the distance between them, for fear that some other man might invite himself to entertain her.

Finally Halen stood up. A heartbeat later, he helped Marie to her feet and, with a nod toward the gentleman they left behind, he ushered her back toward Avis. They made a pit stop at a banquette against the wall, where Halen snagged a pillow off the bench.

“Avis,” he drew his guest up to the table and put his hand to her back, “this is Marie. Marie, this is the woman I’m trying to woo, Avis.”

“Pleasure,” the goddess purred.

Avis had to clear her throat to produce words. “Likewise.”

“I love it when men woo,” Marie confided. “Every woman deserves to be wooed, don’t you think?”

“Um…yes?” Avis wasn’t sure. She supposed it depended on how, exactly, a man went about such a thing. Considering the expression on Halen’s face, she wasn’t certain she could handle it.

“Let’s see, now…” Frowning, Halen began arranging their chairs. He scooted Avis’ around slightly, and placed his next to hers, at an angle. He sat down, glanced at Marie, nodded and tossed the pillow to the floor between his shoes. “Avis, take your panties off.”

“What?” She didn’t think she’d heard him correctly.

“Take them off, please. It will be easier.”

Avis’ gaze shot up to Marie, then back to Halen. “You’ve lost your mind.”

“You don’t have to go anywhere. Just do it here, baby. Step right out of them.”

“No way.

Halen lifted a brow. “Do you trust me?”

Again, Avis looked at Marie. Up close, the woman was even prettier than Avis had originally thought. Somehow, she’d hoped the other woman’s skin would be lined or loose, or be in some other less-than-perfect state of existence, something that was hidden by low lighting and distance. But Marie was a creature of beauty. She nodded in encouragement.

With a sigh, Avis stood and wriggled out of her panties. Smiling, but not gloating, Halen took them and tucked them back into his pocket. “Thank you. Please sit down.”

Avis blinked. “Me?”


She did. Halen cocked his head, slid his chair a fraction of an inch closer, adjusted the pillow, then waved at it. “Marie?”

The woman dropped to her knees. Halen stuck his finger into his mouth. When he withdrew it, the length shone in the low lighting. So did his lower lip.

Avis was mesmerized by the gleam. She was still staring at his mouth when he shifted, thrust his hand beneath her skirt and found her entrance. His wet finger sank into her pussy before Avis realized his intention.

She clamped around him. Halen hummed. “Keep doing that, baby. That’s how I’ll know what you like.”

“I don’t understand.” All Avis knew was that she was entirely too uncomfortable with the turn of events. She was beginning to get used to that, too.

Marie laughed and reached for Halen’s fly. “You’ll figure it out, love. Just tell me what you want to see, tell me what you want me to do, and we’ll get you all settled in no time.”

Halen grinned. “I told you she was generous.”

“You mean…”

Avis’s eyes flew wide as Marie wrested Halen’s cock from his pants. With just a single teasing stroke to get the length to stand upright, the woman opened her mouth and took him in.

Lust rocketed through Avis’ body.

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Queen Avis is an ongoing story by Lola White. It is virtually unedited, and will eventually be published in its entirety. Each week, a new chapter will be posted, however there is no guarantee that previous chapters will still be available. This story is copyrighted (2016-2017), with all rights reserved.

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Cream Will Rise

The world is in flux right now. All over the planet, various governments, nation-states and peoples are…well I could make a list, but we all know, the issues have dominated world headlines for a long time already, and I have limited space. Besides, this is about books, not world affairs.


Authors play a really important role in society. Throughout history, we’ve written truth in a way people found relatable, we’ve fought for change in ways people could empathize with and we’ve warned of factors detrimental to society, whether or not the message was received. We’ve been banned and exalted, we’ve been mocked and admired. We’ve been limited, and we’ve been given free rein to expand however we wanted.

We’ve come through a golden age of literature, and are now hurtling into a faux-competitive unenlightenment period where prices are lowering and trolls are increasing. There might even be new limits on what we can write soon—new censorship. I suppose there’s always backlash against an economic revolution, and that’s exactly what we’ve been experiencing, in terms of authorship and literature. The evolution from traditional publishing to self-publishing. We’ve gone from too few books in the marketplace to too many, both limiting in their own ways, and with new regimes coming to power, who knows what other restrictions may soon apply.

And where am I going with this? Most people consider books a luxury item, and technically they are. Food, water, shelter—those are the necessities. Books, toilet paper, soap—those are luxury items. So why are we paying more money than ever for certain luxury items, and yet book prices continue to fall?


If you’re reading this, you’re probably a person willing to pay a fair price for a good story. It might even surprise you to know that some people out there refuse to pay for a book, and they never have to, thanks to various programs, author incentives, etc. But plenty of other people have posted on this topic already, so what is my point?


In the First World, which is where most of us reading this live, we are moving toward a new era. Everybody has their own theories, and God knows I’m no economist, but I see a trend toward artisanship, a return to personal touches and fantastic customer service. Big chain stores are great for some things, but we’re willing to pay more for something special, something handcrafted, something of quality.

With the world in flux, truth becomes its own commodity, as does fiction, entertainment and escapism. Everything you find in a book. This is why authors are so important—in every genre—and many of us are crafting quality items to serve a grand role and not getting much in return, and not just financially. Books push us past our boundaries, they give us the world, a new understanding of ourselves, they help us empathize…the list goes on.

And yes, I believe this is true of erotica, as well. Erotica, which has always been under attack, digs into the human psyche in ways that make many people uncomfortable, laying bare secrets and desires, needs we’re too afraid to admit to. That’s why this genre has always been as censored as it has—not because of nakedness and sex, but because ‘obscene’ has always secretly included ‘things that make you ashamed of yourself.’ With the explosion of Erotica into the light, people finally understand that their ‘deviance’ probably isn’t so deviant, after all.

With all these changes in the world—political, social and economic, we must adapt, as artisans and businessmen. So, my point is, predictions have been made that prices will now begin to race to the bottom, and to some degree, they will. But the cream will rise, as it always does. If you, as a reader, want quality books, you will pay for them, and we, as authors committed to giving you quality books will work ever harder to provide you with entertainment worthy of your time and money. Not every book will be for every person, but the craftsmanship inside the covers will excel to new heights.

A very smart woman I know recently pointed out the difference between a writer and an author. Her definition has to do with honing your craft, and that goes hand-in-hand with my point above, that authors play a very important role in society. I plan to accept that challenge, and I think the majority of readers will, too.

Jennifer Michael – Deceit in Bloom

Cautionary tales don’t usually have happy endings…

Raised in foster care. The sister of a whore. The fool who fell for the wrong guy.

Paisley James is all too aware that sometimes fairy tales just don’t exist.

There is no telling where hearts belong or loyalties lie when deceit is in bloom.

Author Note: Deceit in Bloom is book one of a series and ends in a BIG, dramatic cliffhanger (No joke). The story continues in book two, Vengeance in Bloom


As a child, Jennifer Michael dreamed of being an author. Life and adulting eventually pushed that dream down to a mere fantasy, which was where it stayed for years. Then, through a stroke of luck and a Kindle, she found the indie romance world, and the dream that was long ago deemed unattainable became a reality. Writing fulfills pieces of her she lost long ago.

Jennifer writes stories that range from sweet and sultry to dark and daring. Behind her computer, she’s constantly dreaming up where she’ll go, what new characters she’ll meet along the way, and what genre she will concur next.

From her house in southwest Florida, she spends far too much time wishing she were at the beach with a good book. She’s an avid reader of fiction, but is a huge fan of gritty stories with deep emotion or dark twisty plot twists. She’s also known to indulge in guilty pleasure television shows. She gets sucked into the world of characters from all mediums. She loves to hear from her readers so make sure to check her out on social media.

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Queen Avis 2: 3 – An Unfurling Frond

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Avis took a deep breath and stepped into the pub. She smoothed her skirt over her hips, straightened her shoulders and ran her gaze over the bar, all at the same time. The butterflies swarming in her stomach were doing a number on her and she didn’t particularly want to be there, but she’d promised.

Halen leaned against the bar. Watching her. With another deep breath, Avis moved toward him, snaking through the crowd without any problem.

“I wish you’d have let me pick you up,” Halen said immediately, the moment she reached him.

Avis shook her head. “That would be too complicated.”


“I’m staying with my sister.”

He nodded. “You told me.”

Avis had winced, when she’d told him, in fact. She remembered quite clearly. Halen had asked her on this date and she’d agreed, only to remember her new roommate was proving more…difficult than she’d thought her baby sister could ever be. Sometime in the past few years, Gillian had turned a touch prudish. Avis had never noticed that before.

“I don’t want to try to explain to her why I’m dating you,” Avis finally admitted.

“Why?” Halen grinned. “You’re ashamed of me, or what we do together?”

She scowled. “Once. What we did once.”

“I remember a little more.” With a shrug, Halen turned to face the counter he’d been leaning back against. He lifted his hand, smiled as the bartender approached, then ordered a drink much too light and girly than anything Avis imagined him putting in his mouth. Especially considering the squat glass filled with amber liquor at his elbow.

“You’re ordering for me?” she asked.

“I think you’ll like it.” Halen made room for her to stand next to him at the bar. “Come here and tell me why you don’t want your sister to meet me.”

“I just broke up with one guy, Halen. Don’t you think it’s a little too soon to be bringing another home with me?”

“One, no, I don’t. Two, the guy you broke up with is an asshole. No doubt your family would be over the moon to see you moving on so quickly.”

Avis began to feel pressured. Aggravated, doubting herself and everything she was moving toward, she clenched her purse with one hand and reached for her newly poured glass of fizzy pink liquid with the other. She choked down the sweet sip and reluctantly admitted that it tasted pretty good.

Damn Halen for knowing she’d like it.

“You don’t get to meet my family yet,” she told him. “How about doing normal first date things instead, Halen. How about talking to me, rather than interrogating me or making me feel awkward or demanding something nobody in their right mind would expect at this point in our…our…”

“Relationship?” he offered silkily.

“This isn’t a relationship!” Avis snatched a breath, but it did little to calm her nerves. “Can’t you do something normal for a change? You haven’t said a thing about my dress, or, well, um…”

“You weren’t in the mood to hear it.”

His simple statement pulled the rug out from under her. “What?”

Halen shrugged. “You weren’t in the mood to hear it yet. You walked in here looking like you were heading toward the gallows. Eat many lemons before you left home?”

Nerves and anger weren’t a good combination. “You know what? I’m leaving. I’ll see you Monday at work.” Avis spun on her heel.

Halen caught her arm before she could take a step. His big, warm hand burned her skin as he slid it down, his fingers coasting over her wrist, caressing her pounding pulse, before tangling with her own fingers. He squeezed gently and tugged her back against his body.

“You’re right, we’re leaving. This was never the final destination of our date, Avis. I just wanted a nice place to meet up, since you wouldn’t let me come to your house.”

“I told you—”

“Yeah, your sister wouldn’t approve.” From behind, Halen’s other hand brushed her thigh—beneath the hem of her skirt and dangerously high. Toward the inside. “And we all know you live for others’ approval, baby.”

She gasped. Shivered and stiffened slightly, her eyes careening around the bar, wondering if anyone could see what Halen was doing. A curious tingle moved up her leg, excitement rippled over her spine. She tried to rein it in.

He put his lips to her ear. “You do look beautiful, by the way. Like my dream come true. I love it when you let your hair down. Whatever gloss you’re wearing makes me want to lick your lips until the color’s smeared across your face.”

“Halen, there are a lot of people here—”

His hand moved a little higher, stroking slowly. “And this dress, Avis. Dear God, my dick turned to stone the moment you walked into this place.”

Halen released her. Surprised, Avis stood still for nearly a whole minute before turning to face him. When she did, she saw him dropping a few bills on the bar, then he tucked his wallet back into his pocket. She didn’t know what to do or say.

Halen recaptured her hand. “We’re leaving.”

“You too?”

He laughed. “We’re leaving together.”

“I’m not going home with you.” She stated her intentions boldly, but wondered how firm she could hold. He’d dragged a goddamned fingertip over her leg, after all, and had nearly managed to make her squirm in a crowded bar at the idea of what he could get her to agree to.

Maybe Gillian’s disapproval was called for.

“No, Avis, we’re not going home. At least, not yet. I’m taking you somewhere special, and on the way, you can tell me about your sister.”

“Why do you want to know about her?”

“Because she’s made you upset, somehow, and I’d like to know how to fix it.”

“It’s nothing.” Avis waved her hand. Feeling like the hardwood beneath her feet was turning to quicksand, she tried to remain calm. She had no idea why she was no nervous, or why her anxiety spiked every time Halen asked her something about Gilly, but she tried to play it off and act as if it didn’t matter in the least. “She just wants me to find a place to stay sooner than I might be able to.”

“Ah, well, I’ve got a solution for that, too.”

“I’m not moving in with you.”

Halen only smiled and led her to the door by his hold on her fingers.

Once outside, Avis pressed against his body’s heat, though the night was warm enough. Halen was some sort of magnet for her senses, a beacon, and she didn’t even think to fight her instincts. “Where are we going?”

“Somewhere we can figure out a few of the particulars of your kink.”

Avis immediately stopped walking. All her suspicions were validated. “I told you when you asked me out that I wouldn’t have sex with you tonight. I’m not going home with you and I’m not going to some…sex club!”

Halen grinned. “I’m not taking you to a sex club. Well, not like what you’re probably thinking of. No dungeons, or whatever. We’re going to a show, baby. Just a show.”

“Like…the theater?” She didn’t trust him.

“Sure. Wait till you see what happens on stage. It’ll blow your mind, and broaden your horizons.”

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Queen Avis is an ongoing story by Lola White. It is virtually unedited, and will eventually be published in its entirety. Each week, a new chapter will be posted, however there is no guarantee that previous chapters will still be available. This story is copyrighted (2016-2017), with all rights reserved.

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Queen Avis 2: 2 – Rosy Petals

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Halen moved around her desk. Stalking her while she remained rigid in her chair, hunting her emotionally—Avis shivered as a primitive tingle moved up her spine, warning her that danger was near, but excitement made her too breathless to do anything to save herself. He perched on the edge, right next to her keyboard, and leaned forward.

Placing his finger on her bare knee, he said, “I noticed you the first day you came here. You were timid.”

“No, I—” Her voice broke as he sent his finger skating around her knee. She’d almost managed to remember her protest when he stroked up her inner thigh. One single fingertip snuck beneath her skirt’s hem and threw Avis’ nerves into a chaotic frenzy.

A smooth slide up, slipping over the skin of her inner thigh. Higher and higher as her body began to heat and her rational brain whispered that her boss was just behind the doors at her back. What would she do if he came out and saw her?

Oh my god.

That thought, too, seemed to make her hotter. The idea of someone’s eyes on her, much the same way she’d watched Logan with other women, shot down to her clit and shook it into full wakefulness. The idea of being so vulnerable, center stage, showing everyone the pleasure she received, the pleasure lavished upon her, pulsed between her legs like a physical touch.

Then Halen was touching. He slipped his finger under her panties, pushing between her dampening folds. “You were timid. Lacking in confidence, without a sense of your own authority. You were pretty, you were organized, and even a stump could see you were intelligent, so it’s no wonder why you got the job, Avis, but you’ve changed since then.”

Hearing the same accusation Logan had made on several occasions, she grabbed Halen’s wrist. “I haven’t!

“You have.” Halen rubbed her slick, silken skin with maddening pressure. “You’ve grown into the position you were hired for. Stronger, more direct. You even stand taller now.”

Avis shook her head. “No…I…I’m just…me.”

“A confident woman,” Halen murmured in a tone that sent a delicious tingle straight through Avis’ core. “Confidence is the sexiest thing on earth, but you can do even better.”

She tightened her hold on his wrist as he rested his fingertip at her entrance. Her pussy flooded and her muscles clenched and released in a tantalizing pattern that begged for his possession. Halen teased her with a subtle penetration that barely breached her body.

She spread her knees wide in blatant invitation. “Please.”

“Please what, Avis? Please claim you as my own? Please thrust my fingers into your cunt and play until you scream loud enough your boss comes out to see what’s happened?”

A sob tore free of her chest and her hips jerked upward. Spine arching, Avis gripped Halen’s wrist with a force that turned both their hands bone white.

Halen narrowed his eyes. “I see. You’d like that, would you? You want someone to see how much I want you? How hard I get for you and how wet I can make you?”

One finger slid deep into her pussy. He withdrew and pressed in again, over and over until Avis’ nerves crawled with the need for more. Something wider, longer and hotter than his finger—she wanted him to free his cock and slam into her cunt right then and there, where anybody could see.

But Halen slipped free of her pussy and twisted his hand from her hold. Abandoning her to aching need, writhing on her desk chair with every nerve and muscle humming with anticipation, he stepped back. His lips twisted as he scanned her body—knees wide, back arched—and a flush crawled over his cheekbones. His erection seemed determined to press through his zipper.

“God, you’re beautiful. This is not the time or place for that game, Avis, but I promise we’ll play it soon.” He sucked his finger into his mouth, curling his tongue around his knuckle. He moaned, leaving Avis to imagine how sweet her juices might taste.

When her boss used the intercom to call for her expert secretarial assistance a moment later, she could hardly find the will to answer,. With a glare that promised retribution—somehow and someway—Avis forced her shaky legs to hold her weight and turned her back on the man who’d turned her whole life upside down.

The man who tempted her, pursued her and offered a beguiling freedom no one else had ever thought to suggest.

* * *

“How was your day, dear?”

Avis tossed her purse onto her sister’s kitchen island and sank down onto a stool. “Long. It was really long and I didn’t get a chance to look for an apartment.”

Gillian heaved a sigh before getting off her own stool to fiddle with the oven. To Avis’ surprise, her sister pulled out a casserole dish and set it on the counter. Her stay so far had been less than welcoming. Gilly hadn’t been thrilled when Avis showed up at her door, but she’d let her stay on the assumption that she’d be gone as soon as possible.

“You made me dinner?”

“It’s just what was left over from ours.” Gilly gave her a knife and fork, then surprised her again by offering a glass of wine. “I emailed you a few listings I found online. I think they’re in your price range.”

“I’ll take a look.”

Avis dipped her head and concentrated on her dinner rather than meet her sister’s eyes. Gilly had been good enough to take her in with zero advance warning, but she’d also been pretty vocal about being short on space with an active six-year-old taking up the lion’s share of her loft.

The pressure was on, the clock was ticking…and all Avis could hear was Halen’s question, over and over in her mind. His question had her own rising too fast to figure out her own desires.

Could she be with him? Could she truly be with Halen in a relationship that wasn’t toxic, knowing that he would fuck other women, and maybe even expect the same infidelity from her? Would he share her with his friends, and was that an idea that had Avis squirming from excitement, or revulsion?

Would Halen be nothing more than a rebound from Logan? A major swing of the pendulum from one extreme to the other? Logan was colder than Halen, more aloof and distant, though affectionate when he wanted to be. Halen found every excuse to put his hands on Avis, but would that last? And how would she feel when she saw him put his hands on someone else? Fantasy was one thing, after all, and reality something else entirely.

“Gilly,” she glanced up at her sister, “when you and Parker’s dad broke it off, did you have a…a… rebound thing?”

“A rebound thing?” Gillian shook her head. “Ah, no, honey. I have rules, a list of expectations if you will, and any man who wants to be with me better be something a hell of a lot more special than a rebound. I’ve got a child to think of.”

“So how long—”

“Avis, this is pretty personal stuff and I’m not comfortable speaking of it.”

“I’m your sister!”

“Then I’m especially not going to speak of it.” Gilly sighed. “Look, I’m sorry that Logan was a cheating asshole, honey, but don’t let his actions make you into some sort of slut, okay?”

Avis reared back on her stool. “A slut? Are you kidding me?”

“I’m just saying… Too many women hop from man to man, and you don’t want to be that girl.”

A slow spread of outrage and daring filled Avis, though her cheeks burned with an emotion too close to shame for her liking. “What’s wrong with dating people when you’re single?”

Her sister rolled her eyes. Instead of answering, she only said, “Take a look at the listings I sent you, Avis. You’ve really got to get your feet under you, you know?”


Queen Avis is an ongoing story by Lola White. It is virtually unedited, and will eventually be published in its entirety. Each week, a new chapter will be posted, however there is no guarantee that previous chapters will still be available. This story is copyrighted (2016-2017), with all rights reserved.

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Queen Avis 2: 1 – A Seed Takes Root

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“What happened?”

Avis reluctantly looked up from her computer. Halen’s voice was not the one she wanted to hear just then—in fact, she might not have wanted to hear it ever again, after the other night. Guilt consumed her, and that was on top the misery of her failed relationship and subsequent breakup with Logan.

A breakup that left her homeless.

“Nothing  happened,” she finally answered. “Did you need to see Mr. Rodgers?” For once, her boss was working late, holed up in his office behind the closed doors she guarded with the judicious placement of her desk.

“You know I’m here to see you.” Halen glared down at her, his eyes scouring her face. “You look sad, exhausted…and you’ve been avoiding me.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Don’t lie to me, Avis.”

Rather than let the tears burning the backs of her eyes run free, Avis raised her gaze heavenward. “It’s not your business, but Logan broke up with me.”

He broke up with you?” Snorting with obvious disbelief, Halen shifted one ass cheek onto her desk. Avis figured that meant he planned to stay and talk awhile.

“I have work to do.” She pressed her lips together and hoped he realized that meant she was refusing to say any more on the matter.

“Who doesn’t ?” Halen shook his head. “Did you tell Logan you fucked me?”

“Of course not!” Avis’ cheeks suddenly felt as if they’d been set on fire. Maybe it was due to embarrassment, or maybe it was the memory of how angry Logan had been with her—and how she wouldn’t have dared to admit to anything that would have made him angrier.

“Then what happened? Seems to me he had it made. Why would he give you up?”

He had it made? Avis was the one shook her head then. Of course Halen would think that—he was just as much a twisted pervert as she was, God help her.

Logan had been the one bringing women to their bed without Avis’ knowledge, but she’d had sex with Halen in the bathroom right across from her desk, so she supposed she couldn’t really take the moral high ground.Not to mention the fetish she’d discovered lurking inside her—the perversion that had gotten her in so much trouble, the dark need Halen had encouraged.

“He found the cameras,” she confessed.

Halen whistled. “I take it he didn’t find it as hot as I do?”

Avis dropped her head into her hands. “Shut up, Halen! This is a major problem. I found out my boyfriend was cheating, and what do I do? I don’t confront him, that’s for damn sure. No, I set up cameras to watch, and while I watch I fuck my coworker because…because…”

“Because voyeurism turns you on,” Halen finished for her. “Because you got off on the idea that your man was with a beautiful woman, and you wanted to know how she compared. Because your man was with a beautiful woman but still held you in his arms every night, and that means he wanted you more.”

Avis lifted her head and stared at Halen in complete astonishment. “How could you know all that?”

“I share a lot of those needs, Avis. It’s just most of my kink lies on the other side of yours. It’s hot as hell having a woman I care about watch me fuck someone else because I love watching her face, knowing she’s wondering how she measures up, and I love when I tell her and show her, how much better I love her, how much better I fuck her, how much more I want her.”

A shiver ran the length of Avis’ spine. “But—”

Halen leaned close, invading her personal space. “I want my woman to know that no matter what happens, I’m with her because I choose to be. No matter where I stick my dick, she’s the one who holds my heart, and I have every intention of coming back to her, sharing my experiences and my life with her, because everyone else is just a fuck. They can’t compare, Avis.”

“No, it’s—”

“Logan is a cheating bastard because he didn’t even respect you enough to tell you, let alone give you a chance to watch in person.”

Some dark thing in the very back of her brain woke and stretched, bringing a tiny sliver of fear and freedom. “But…but when you…when we…”

“I have every intention of keeping you Avis. Logan didn’t know the treasure he had, but I do. I want you to be with me.”

She lost her breath. It was too soon—wasn’t it? She literally just broke up with her long-term, live-in boyfriend. They’d spent years together…

Except her boyfriend had never made her feel the way Halen did. They’d been coworkers and friends, but there had always been a deeper sentiment between Halen and her. She’d spent a lot of effort avoiding Halen for exactly that reason—the attraction that burned between them, the chemistry that sizzled her senses.

For years she’d given Logan the benefit of the doubt. Avis had loved knowing he’d chosen her…but he hadn’t—not really. Halen had made a valid point.

Logan had chosen other women behind her back, while Halen had promised on more than one occasion to sit Avis on the side of the bed where she’d get the best view of him fucking someone else. Where could see his dick slipping into another woman’s wet, tight pussy, where she could judge for herself just how eager everyone involved was. That’s what she wanted—to watch, or at least to be included in the decision to share with another woman what should have belonged exclusively to Avis.

Halen watched her quietly, letting her think things through. But whatever he’d seen on her face seemed to prod him into speech. “Logan never understood you or what you wanted and needed. And he never tried to understand. You’d have been locked in your boring little box forever, without knowing freedom, without testing your boundaries. Without learning who you are. Eventually, you’d have resented that.”

Avis knew Halen was right. She’d denied her needs and desires for so long, she’d defended her boyfriend every time Halen had suggested he could do better and overrode her own wants in favor of Logan’s. When the opportunity came to indulge the perversion within her, she’d put up very little fight, unable to deny her needs any longer.

As promised, Halen did do better than Logan and he did seem to respect her—a twisted respect, one that goaded her, but also one that dared her to embrace whatever she desired. He forced her to be honest with herself, pressured her to accept all that she was.

And the sliver of freedom stretched a little more, beckoning.

“I want you, Avis,” Halen murmured. “I want all that you are and all that I can help you be. The choice is yours now. What’s your answer?”

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Queen Avis is an ongoing story by Lola White. It is virtually unedited, and will eventually be published in its entirety. Each week, a new chapter will be posted, however there is no guarantee that previous chapters will still be available. This story is copyrighted (2016-2017), with all rights reserved.

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