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Playing the Pauses is out today!

The steamy, very feminist next installment to the Sex, Love, and Rock & Roll series just went on sale today! Playing the Pauses is the one all you lovely reviewers have been clamoring for…Danny’s book. A quiet, intense bass player. A take charge tour manager who sees past the glamour of his rock star career to the sensitive tattoo artist beneath.   Amazon: https://goo.gl/zisbeL Barnes and Noble: https://goo.gl/JToFvr Kobo: https://goo.gl/qdo3vs Apple: https://goo.gl/BSvTLp $3.99 ebook / $9.99 paperback           Rock Star Dom + his Queen of the Spreadsheet employee = KRYPTONITE Kate is a globe-trotting tour manager who can’t be tied down. Danny is a Dominant rock star and tattoo artist who needs her help to explore his true kinks. Kate just got her big break, running an international tour for a rising band. Her job is everything to her…at...
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What Beer Explains You?

My rock and roll romance, A CRUEL KIND OF BEAUTIFUL, is set in Portland, an area known for its hipsters, indie bands, and microbrew. I visited recently with a group of friends, and we had way too much fun beer tasting and trying to pick which beers matched which person’s quirks. In honor of that, I thought I would choose the microbrew that best encapsulated the personality of each character of my Sex, Love, and Rock & Roll Series… Jera: New Belgium’s Citradelic Tangerine IPA. On first glance, this is a fun, refreshing beer. Light, cute, and with enough sass to be perfect for summertime. But after your first sip, you realize there are WAY more complex flavors than you were expecting and a tang of almost-bitter hops underlying everything. Just like the beer, there’s a lot more darkness and...
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5-Minute Fiction: Naked on a Ledge

Anybody ever see a picture and think, “God, I need to write a book about that girl?” This is a little flash fiction piece written for one of those pictures. Ages 18+ only please, for sexual references and very explicit adult themes. If that’s not your cup of tea, you may want to skip this post. The air washes over my skin, tickles across the shaved sides of my undercut. It runs like water, thrills me like fingers. This touch gentle, not like the guy from last night. He was deliciously rough, his hands too big. It’d be too much on a daily basis, but for one night, it was just enough. He’ll wake up soon, probably see the line of my naked back through the window and try to talk to me. Mostly, when they realize I won’t speak...
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