This is the sequel to It’s Complicated and the second book in the Peninsula Heights series.
When P.I. Marcus D’Angelo is asked to investigate the rumors of shakedowns and extortions in Little Italy involving Sal Ravello, he enlists the help of new neighbor and unemployed news reporter, Jake Reilly. Peninsula Heights has never had a problem with organized crime and Marcus doubts they have one now. He figures it’s most likely a falling out among friends that’s turned into an old-fashioned vendetta. But whatever the cause, it’s the perfect opportunity for Marcus to find out if the attraction he feels for Jake is mutual or merely wishful thinking on his part.
After I refilled our glasses, I joined Jake at the counter where he was carving the chicken. What with the sexy looks he’d been sending my way and the tension that had been building since the day we first met by the elevator, I was more than ready for a little action. This was what I wanted, what I intended to have. And since one of us had to make the first move, I gave into temptation and ran a hand slowly over his ass.
Jake gave a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl. He didn’t push me away, so I let my hand drift a little lower, within a gnat’s breath of his balls. It felt fucking amazing to be close to him like this. I wanted to get even closer and bury my face in his warmth. I’d been hard from the moment I stepped through the door. His track pants hid whatever he was feeling, but the way his muscles tensed in response to my touch told me all I needed to know. He wanted me every bit as much as I wanted him. “I’m tired of talking. Thought you would be, too, by now.”
He made another sound, deep in his throat, as he turned and cupped my face in his hands. I saw heat simmering in his dark eyes, smelled the wine on his breath, the fabric softener on his T-shirt, and felt shivers of anticipation skipping up and down my spine.
He bent his head slightly. Our lips touched and as his tongue invaded my mouth, I slid my fingers under the elastic waistband of his pants and eased them over his hips. With his engorged shaft now free of confinement, I broke free of the kiss and looked down at a good eight inches of solid deliciousness. He was cut, he was thick, and he was about to make my every dream come true.
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I have a re-release that might be new to some of you called JUST RIGHT, and it's the sexy tale of Goldie and the Three Werebears! It starts out like the original tale, with Goldie getting lost while out hiking in the woods and breaking into a cabin. That's where the similarity ends, though. The three werebears are so hot and hunky that Goldie, who secretly likes having her bottom warmed, finds herself suggesting they each spank her for her misdeeds. The guys agree and Goldie ends up getting so turned on that she needs a little sex to make the night complete. The only question is whether to sleep with one of them, or all of them!
The sexy tale of Goldie and the three werebears.
When Goldie Lockwood gets lost hiking and comes upon an isolated cabin, little does she know it belongs to three hot and hunky werebears. The guys aren’t thrilled to discover Goldie ate their food and slept in their beds. Not wanting to go to jail, she suggests the men punish her for her naughty misdeeds—with an arousing round of spanking.
Goldie loves getting spanked and decides that after having her bottom warmed, she needs a little sex to make the night complete. The only question is whether she’s going to sleep with one of the men—or all of them.
“So, let’s have it,” he said. “What’s your name and what are you doing here?”
“Goldie,” she said, then after a moment, added, “Lockwood.”
She only thought about giving him a fake name after the words were out of her mouth. It was too late now. Then again, with the way he was undressing her with his eyes, she was lucky she could remember her real name. She’d never met a man who could arouse her just by looking at her.
“That answers my first question, Goldie Lockwood. Now, tell us what you’re doing here.”
She hesitated, wondering if she should try to come up with some elaborate story to gain their sympathy, but then decided it would probably be better to just be honest. Something about the authoritative way these men were regarding her told her they would see right through whatever lies she made up anyway.
“I was out hiking and got lost,” she explained. “I didn’t bring any food or water with me and I was starting to get scared because it was getting dark. That was when I saw your cabin.”
“So you just decided to break in?”
She felt her face turn red. “No, of course not. I knocked. Twice, in fact.”
“And when no one answered, that’s when you broke in,” Tristen said.
Her color deepened. “Okay, okay. I did break in. But only because I thought you might have a phone.”
“A phone?” Brody’s brows drew together. “Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You broke in because you were looking for a phone?”
She nodded sheepishly.
The man with the incredible golden eyes fixed her with a stern look. “So when you couldn’t find one, you decided to vandalize the place instead?”
“Vandalize the place?” Goldie blinked. “What are you talking about? I didn’t vandalize the place.”
He arched a brow. “What about the woodcarving?”
“Oh. That. I picked it up to look at it and when I went to put it back on the mantel, it slipped.” She caught her lower lip between her teeth and tried her best to look chastised, which wasn’t very difficult. She did feel bad about breaking the woodcarving. She reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear again. “Look, I’m really sorry about breaking in. It was wrong.”
“It’s also a crime,” Brody said.
Goldie’s mouth went dry. He couldn’t be serious. She wasn’t a criminal. Her gaze went from Brody to the man with the gold eyes. “You’re not really going to call the cops are you?”
His lips quirked. “Honey, we are the cops.”
She eyed him skeptically, wondering if he was making that part up. Then he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a badge. Oh crap. He wasn’t making it up. They were cops. Of all the cabins in the forest, she had to pick the one that belonged to three cops. “You’re not going to arrest me, are you?”
“What do you think?”
She thought she was in big trouble. Even if by some miracle she didn’t go to jail for breaking into their cabin, she’d still very likely lose her job if she got arrested. She gave him a pleading look, even more determined to talk her way out of this mess now. “Couldn’t you just give me a ticket or something?”
“We don’t give out tickets for that kind of stuff.”
She formed her lips into a blatant pout. She hadn’t met a man who could resist her pout. “Even if I pay for the broken window and promise never to do anything like this again?”
“Even then. It isn’t as simple as paying for the window you broke. What you did was a crime and you have to be punished for it.”
She wasn’t sure why, but for some reason the way he said the words sent a delicious little shiver down her back. While he might be talking about carting her off to jail, the words took her mind in a completely different and much naughtier direction, one that involved him putting her over his knee and reddening her bottom.
Between her legs, her pussy was already purring at the thought of one of the men doing just that. But did she dare say it aloud? She didn’t know if it was a crime, but she didn’t want to add attempted seduction of a police officer to her list of charges. On the other hand, it might be the only thing that kept her from getting arrested.
Of course, she’d have to figure out a way to get them to agree to it. She chewed on her lower lip. “Couldn’t you just punish me yourself?”
His eyes narrowed suspiciously at her words, but she could see the spark of interest there. He was intrigued. “What would you suggest?”
She looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “Well…you could always…spank me.”
This is book 2 of my Serve and Submit Series. Each short, erotic story of 6000-7000 words is stand alone. There are five stories in this series, Pulled Over is already out. Under Cover, Party Time and Lovers are coming soon. Each hero serves the public in some way.
I was still hiding behind the curtain. “There’s no way I’m going anywhere with you naked! I–”
I didn’t get to finish. His face turned red and he said something about not having time for this. He grabbed my hand and yanked me out of the tub. As soon as my foot hit the floor my leg shot out from under me. I would have gone down if it hadn’t been for Dean’s rock hard body stopping my fall. I let out a cry, he swore some more, and in a heart beat my breasts were smashed against his chest. I was instantly engulfed in a smoldering heat of lust as my momentum pushed him backwards into the wall.
“Fuck!” He hit it with jarring contact. Our faces were close, we were both breathing heavily but for different reasons. I was very aware my nipples were hardening against his warm skin. “Not very good timing,” he finally said, looking down at me with amusement in his eyes.
I didn’t pretend not to know what he was talking about. Now was my time to reveal I was just as interested. “Maybe some other time?” His mouth twitched with a slight smile and he nodded, then pushed away from the wall, and I was forced to step away from him. “I’m still not going anywhere with you naked.” I could hear the fire alarm ringing from out in the hallway and knew there would be other tenants evacuating the building.
The next thing I knew he ripped the shower curtain off the hooks, folded it around my body a few times, bent, and threw me over his shoulder. I squealed, feeling myself slipping as he stood. “I’m falling!” I tried to wiggle my arms free but he’d wrapped me up like a cocoon.
“Hold on!” He managed to bounce me back into position, and wrap his arms around my upper thighs. I felt my face flush, ever conscious of my size fourteen curves, although he didn’t seem to mind. I thanked God the shower curtain was red and not clear because my ass was close to his face.
“I can walk, damnit!”
He ignored me, and turned quickly to walk into my bedroom, through the smoke filled apartment, and toward the opened front door. We were almost there when I remembered Tootsie.
“Wait, my cat!” I began to squirm.
“My first priority if getting you out of here.”
His first priority? I was more confused than ever. “But she won’t come to you!”
We reached the door just as three firemen burst into the apartment. I glanced up from my undignified position long enough to take in that they were dressed in full uniform and weighted down by the various tools of their trade. One of them smiled at me and I lowered my head with a groan.
I have a re-release out that might be new to some of you, It's called VAMPIRE 101 (Modern Day Vampires Book One) and it's my different spin on vampire romance!
Available at Amazon, B&N and ARe!
Being a Vampire Isn't What It Used to Be! Savanna Royce is a weekend Goth-girl who’s always been fascinated with vampires. She doesn’t really believe in them, of course, but that changes when she’s bitten by a rogue vamp and left for dead. Fortunately, two-hundred-and-seventy-eight-year-old vampire Kaige Travers is there to rescue her. Unwilling to let her die, he turns Savanna into a vampire to save her life—not knowing if she’ll thank him or hate him for it. While Kaige is teaching Savanna what she needs to know about being a vampire, neither of them can deny the chemistry that’s there. Somewhere between getting her registered at the local vampire admin office and teaching her how to order blood on the internet, they fall for each other—fast and hard. Just as things are heating up between the sheets—and everywhere else—they encounter one minor problem. The rogue vampire who attacked her is back and this time he wants to finish the job he started. Excerpt: Savanna lifted her head to see a tall, dark-haired man coming into the room. Even as fuzzy as she was, there was no mistaking those rugged good looks. He was the guy she remembered leaning over her. “You’re awake,” he said. “That’s good.” His voice was deep and velvety, just like she remembered. Savanna jumped to her feet and backed away from him on wobbly legs. “Who are you?” she demanded. “Where am I?” The man held up his hand in a placating gesture. “Just take it easy. I’m not going to hurt you. My name is Kaige Travers, and you’re in my house.” Savanna’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. What the heck kind of name was Kaige, anyway? Probably fake. “Why did you bring me here?” she asked, not bothering to return the introduction. Kaige regarded her thoughtfully for a moment. “How much do you remember about what happened at the Goth club?” Savanna’s pulse began to race. There was no way he was referring to that crazy stuff from her dream. Right? “What are you talking about?” He hesitated. “You were attacked. I had to bring you here to save your life.” “What do you mean, you brought me here to save my life? Why didn’t you just take me to a hospital? What kind of attack?” “The hospital wouldn’t have been able to do anything for you. That guy who dragged you into the alley… He was a… You were…” He sighed. “You were bitten by a vampire.” Savanna stared at him in disbelief. Okay, that did it. No more Goth clubs for her. She might like to dress all in black and pretend vampires really existed, but she knew enough to separate fantasy from reality. Unlike the handsome, but obviously insane, Kaige Travers. “I know it sounds crazy, but—” “It doesn’t just sound crazy, it is crazy,” she said. “Vampires aren’t real.” Kaige folded his arms across his broad chest. “Actually, they are.” She snorted. “Right. Next you’ll be telling me that I’m a vampire because I got bitten by one. Sorry, but I think you have your vampire and werewolf lore mixed up. In order to become a vampire, a person has to have their blood drained, and then they have to drink the blood of the vampire who bit them. Are you telling me the guy who bit me gave me his blood?” The muscle in Kaige’s jaw flexed. “The vampire who bit you left you to die. I was the one who turned you.” Savanna blinked. “You?” “After I chased the other vampire off, I gave you my blood.” “Please tell me you’re joking,” she said. “It was the only way to save your life,” he said. Savanna’s stomach churned. It was one thing to think vampires were sexy, but the idea of drinking blood was too disgusting for words. She swallowed hard. “So, you’re telling me that you’re a vampire?” He nodded. “Yes.” “Riiiiiight,” she said. “Look, no offense. I mean you’re hot and everything, but you’re definitely not vamp material. Take it from me, I know.” She picked up her purse from the bedside table. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to go ahead and leave.” Alarm flickered in Kaige’s golden brown eyes. “You can’t leave yet. You’re still weak. You need more blood.” Savanna made a face at that, her stomach turning again. “What I need is a shower and a cup of coffee.” Giving Kaige a wide berth, she headed for the door. As she did so, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror over the dresser and immediately stopped when she saw the puckered red scars on her neck. She reached up to lightly run her fingers over them. “Now do you believe me?” Kaige asked. He had moved across the room to stand behind her and she met his gaze in the mirror. She was tall, but even in the high-heeled boots she was wearing, the top of her head didn’t quite reach his chin. She lifted her own a fraction of an inch. “No. If I were a vampire, I wouldn’t have a reflection. Neither would you.” He muttered something she didn’t catch under his breath. “You’ve been watching too many movies. Of course we have a reflection. We’re vampires, not ghosts.” Savanna spun around to face him. “You’ve got an answer for everything, don’t you?” His mouth quirked. “But unfortunately none of them seem to be enough to make you believe me.” “Because what you’re talking about is crazy,” she told him. “Vampires don’t exist.” Kaige lifted a brow. “You certainly seem to know a lot about vampires considering you don’t believe in them.” Savanna felt her face color. “Just because I’m into vampires doesn’t mean I think they’re real. Or that you’re one of them.” His eyes narrowed. “What if I could give you proof?” “What kind of proof?” she said. Kaige didn’t answer, but simply opened his mouth. As she watched, his canines elongated before her very eyes then retracted. Savanna backed up until she hit the dresser. Holy crap! “Where the heck did you find a dentist to do that?” He clenched his jaw. “I didn’t have a dentist do it. I’m a vampire. They come with the title.” She chewed on her lower lip. This guy really believed what he was saying, she realized. And while the fangs did look sexy as hell on him, the whole thing was still way too out there, even for her. “I’m out of here,” she said, heading for the door. “And if you try to stop me, I’ll scream my head off.” He followed her down the hall. “I won’t stop you from leaving, but if you start feeling weak, you need to come back here.” She glanced over her shoulder at him as she hurried down the stairs. “Sure thing. I’ll do that.” “And watch out for the sun,” he said when she yanked open the front door. She turned to give him a superior look. “Let me guess. Because I’ll burst into flames, right?” His mouth tightened. “No, but you will get one hell of a nasty sunburn faster than you ever thought possible.” Savanna just shook her head as she slammed the door behind her. The guy might be gorgeous, but he was also completely certifiable.
By day, she takes care of his kids. By night, she
takes care of him.
Oh, there are a million reasons Theresa should keep
her paws off Larry.For starters, he’s
her uncle.In case that’s not enough,
she’s been playing nanny to his kids ever since their mother ran off.
When Theresa surprises Uncle Larry at the office, she
can’t wait to get his pants down.But
wait… his workplace has an open-concept design?Now where are they supposed to get their afternoon delight?
Larry can’t resist his naughty niece in a sexy summer
dress.Maybe he’ll just have to take her
in his boss’s office, press her up against the plate glass window, and give the
whole city a look at her naked, nubile body.
Either way, his co-workers can’t find out what’s going
on.It’s too taboo…
At The Office With Uncle Larry
By Lexi Wood
(Available from Amazon as “At The Office With Taboo
Theresa glanced around, and when she was pretty sure nobody was
looking, she ran her hand down the front of her uncle’s pants, cupping his
crotch.“Show me your boss’s office.”
He squealed, squirming away.“Okay, okay, just let go of me.”
They walked past the office workers, mostly young and depressed-looking
people.Uncle Larry guided her around a
corner and into an office.It wasn’t the
aged leather and dark wood she was expecting.The office had a couch in it, and a glass desk that looked like a coffee
table.The whole place reminded her of
someone’s living room.
Larry closed the door and let out a sigh.“Teri, what are you doing here?”
Now that she was alone with him, away from the boys, her palms started
sweating.She cleared her throat.“I’ve just been thinking a lot about that
time in the pool, and I…”
“Teri, we can’t.” His voice was loud and firm.“We said that night it could never happen
“I know, but…”
“I’m your uncle.You’re my
“I know, but…”
“I’m more than fifteen years older than you!”
She looked past him, out the big wide window and out on the city
below.It was actually kind of
beautiful, in its own urban way.And
then she looked back at him, knowing tears were welling in her eyes, and when
their gazes met, his softened from anger to… something else.She didn’t have a name for it. Not yet.
And then that softness hardened into something she did have a name for: