Monday, 19 May 2014

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Thursday, 8 May 2014

Savior Sale and Rogue Excerpt

Just four more days until the release of Rogue (An Impossible Novel)!  To celebrate, Savior is on sale for 99 Cents!  Pick up your copy on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, kobo, iTunes, or Smashwords.  In the meantime, here's a teaser from Rogue.


I gave myself one night to fall apart, cry, and put myself together again.  Derek’s words had hurt, and my pride told me I was a fool if I ever threw myself at him again.
But my time with Derek had helped me to see that my pride was a heavy burden, and often a destructive one.  My determination, however, was no less important and no less potent than it had been before I met him.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”  Smith asked, his voice soft with concern.
I knew the Rule Breaker in Chief wasn’t worried about allowing me to accompany him to Decadence against Kennedy’s orders.  He was worried about me getting hurt.
My eyes found his silver ones.  “I can’t say I’m thrilled about doing this in front of you, but it’s the right thing to do.  It’s the only thing to do.  If Derek doesn’t listen to me after this, I don’t think there’s any way for me to get through to him.”
My fierce friend offered me an uncharacteristically gentle smile.  “He doesn’t deserve you, you know.  And if it makes you feel better, I won’t check out your ass.”
“You’d better not check out anything else, either.”
“I make no promises.”
“Smith!”  I slapped him on the arm, and he chuckled.
“I promise I won’t look at you.  Not like that.”  His expression turned more serious.  “I don’t think of you like that, Sharon.  You’re like my very deadly, very hot little sister.  And I’ll kick the ass of anyone who looks at you in a way I don’t like.  You’re safe here with me.”
The words awoke a warm glow in my chest.  The depth of his affection for me was unexpected and more welcome than I could have imagined.  I had always worked so hard to prove I could be one of the guys.  It had never occurred to me that they could value me as anything else.  Smith didn’t view me in the same way he did Clayton, but he still cared about me.
“Thanks,” I whispered.
I glanced around the club, hunting for Derek.  Smith and I stood just inside the entrance, and I had yet to spot him.  I had to get on with this before I lost my nerve.  “It’s now or never,” I mumbled as I toed out of my flats.  Smith would look after them – and my coat – for me.
My fingers clutched at the lapels of my khaki trench coat, twisting in the fabric with a brief shot of nerves.
“Hey.”  Smith gave my arm a little squeeze.  “You’ve got this.”
Taking a deep breath, I nodded and began to undo the five large buttons with trembling fingers.  Cool air hit my midriff when the fabric parted.  It slid over my skin with the coat, making every inch of my flesh pebble as it was revealed.
When I stood in nothing but my see-through black lace bra and panties, I could no longer meet Smith’s eyes.
“You look beautiful.”  There wasn’t a trace of lustful heat my friend’s words, only genuine admiration.  “No matter what happens, I’ll be here for you.”
My first steps away from the safety of Smith were small, hesitant.  My eyes searched the club.  No Derek.  If I couldn’t see him, I would just have to make myself nice and visible.
Calling upon my determination, I embraced its steely kiss, allowing it to cut away my fear and self-consciousness.  I placed one foot in front of the other, and soon I found a steady, confident stride.  Curious stares rolled over my flesh like dozens of little cold marbles.  I allowed myself to find the sensation interesting rather than frightening or repulsive.  If anything, it was… empowering.
Heels clicked along the floor beside me as someone joined me on my short journey to the center of the dungeon.
“Everything okay?”  Clara asked.
“Fine.”  I confirmed simply.  This was none of Clara’s business, and for once I didn’t care to pry into hers.  I was here for Derek, and nothing else.
Content that I was well within the view of everyone who cared to look, I sank down on my knees, positioning myself in the slave pose Derek had taught me.  I settled back on my heels and spread my legs.  My hands rested on my thighs, palms-up.  My head was bowed, my back straight.
Clara was silent above me for a moment, then sighed.  “I’ll go find him for you.”  Her stilettos clicked off, becoming fainter before being swallowed by the pulsing music.
I settled in, keeping my focus inward rather than allowing myself to think about all of the people watching me.  I was dressed as a submissive.  Hell, I was barely dressed in anything at all.  And I had presented my nearly-naked self to dozens of people.
It was my own personal form of penance.  I had never allowed anyone but Derek to see me as a submissive.  I had hidden my submission away in the private rooms.  This was a declaration, an apology he couldn’t ignore.
I hoped.
I recognized his furious footfalls seconds before he reached me.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”  His anger slammed down on me hard enough to make my shoulders slump.
I straightened them within seconds, but I kept my eyes appropriately downcast.  “I’m apologizing, Sir.”
“Get out,” he seethed.  “Put on some goddamn clothes, and get out of my club right now.”
No?”  The word was heavy with furious incredulity.  “You don’t get to say no.  That was an order.”
My eyes lifted to his, revealing my defiance.  “Well, I’m not feeling very obedient this evening.  I guess you’ll have to punish me.”
“Get up, Sharon,” he snapped.
I shook my head.  “I told you; I’m not feeling very obedient.”
His jaw ticked and his muscles bulged with his frustration.  He was every bit as shredded up inside as he had been the night before.  My heart ached to see him so tormented.  He needed to find control so badly, but I had hurt him too deeply.  His trust wouldn’t be won back easily.
But there was nothing easy about what I was doing.  I had stripped away my clothes and my pride for him.  If he threw me out, I would be just as destroyed inside as he was now.
“Please, Derek,” I breathed.  “I’m sorry.”
“We are not doing this here,” he ground out, running a frustrated hand through his hair.
“Then where do you want to do it?”  I kept up my implacable fa├žade.  He had to know I wasn’t going to back down from this.
Molten gold churned in his eyes.
“Everywhere,” he growled.  “If you don’t leave now, I’m going to fuck you everywhere, every way.  I’m going to punish every inch of you, inside and out.  So I suggest you get out, before I can’t stop myself.”
Fear and something more delicious stirred low in my belly.
“I don’t want you to stop yourself, Sir,” I whispered tremulously.  He needed this.  I needed it.
Absolution.  I needed his punishment so badly it made my heart hurt.  I needed his forgiveness every bit as much as he needed to punish me for hurting him.
A vicious, hungry rumble vibrated from his chest and through his corded arms as they closed around me.  I closed my eyes in bliss at his touch, and I felt the world tilt.  Air left me in a rush when my abdomen collided with his shoulder.  Blood rushed to my head, and everything turned upside down.  My hair swayed as I began to move
I was slung over Derek’s shoulder.  He was carrying me away from the dungeon, away from the curious eyes watching us.  For a moment, I feared he was going to physically throw me out into the street, but then I recognized the corridor that lead to the private rooms, and relief washed through me.
“Thank you,” I said softly.
“Don’t thank me.  You’ll regret it soon enough.”


That's all for now!  I'm so excited to share this story with y'all!

Much Love,
Julia xxx

Saturday, 3 May 2014

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Sunday, 20 April 2014

Knight Deleted Scene

Hi y'all!

I recently unearthed this deleted sex scene from Knight (An Impossible Novel).  I love it, but it ended up getting cut because there were just *too many* sex scenes in the last third of the book.  This takes place after the *Tucker Incident*, when Lydia and Smith are in the safe house in Chicago.  We get a little bit of sexy Clayton in this scene as well.  Enjoy!

Master didn’t bother to muffle my sharp cry as he drove into me.  He had allowed me a brief respite that afternoon, but he decided to sate his hunger for my body once again after dinner.  We had been taking full advantage of the privacy of the apartment; neither of us had worn a stitch of clothing since breakfast.  I was fairly certain I wouldn’t be able to walk straight for a week, but I didn’t care.
Now, my body was bent over the arm of the couch, Master anchoring me in place for him with one hand gripping my hip and the other snared in my hair.
My heart stopped at the sound of the apartment door clicking open.  I craned my head back to glance around Master’s powerful body.  Clayton was standing in the doorway, his expression betraying nothing more than mild surprise.
“Hey, Clayton,” Master said casually, never stopping his steady thrusting.  “I’m a little busy right now.  I’ll be with you in a while.  There’s beer in the fridge, if you want.”
“Master!”  I protested.  My efforts to squirm out of his grip were laughably ineffective.
I gasped as he gave a sharp jerk on my hair, forcibly redirecting my gaze.
“Eyes forward, sub,” he ordered evenly.
My cheeks burned, and my fingers scrabbled against the cushions as I struggled to escape him, to flee into the bedroom and bury my face in the pillows until my embarrassment subsided.
Stinging pain bloomed across my ass as his hand cracked across it.  Truthfully, it barely hurt, but he had never stuck me before, and the sharp sound was shocking.
His fingers found the curve of my hip again, digging into my flesh as he reinforced my utter helplessness in his strong hold.
I whimpered and stopped fighting, giving in.
 “Good girl.”  He tenderly stroked my back, rewarding me for my good behavior.
To my horror, my inner muscles fluttered around him as my embarrassment doubled.  His soft laugh was pure masculine satisfaction.  I could almost feel him taking note of my exhibitionist streak and filing it away for later use.
“I’m still on the clock,” Clayton informed Master.  “I’ll make a Starbucks run while you finish up.  Do you want anything?”
My eyes flew wide at Clayton’s casual remarks.  I had thought he was such a nice guy, but he evidently had no problem playing into Master’s cruel game.
“My usual, please,” Master responded as he reached around and tweaked my pulsing clit.  I couldn’t hold back my humiliating cry of pleasure as I contracted around his cock once again.  My arousal at the situation was undeniable.
No one bothered to ask what I wanted.  It was as though I wasn’t even there.  I was just an object, an amusing diversion for Master’s pleasure.
The thought made my pussy burn hotter than my cheeks.
A strange whine escaped me at the sound of the door clicking closed behind Clayton.
No.  Surely I wasn’t… disappointed that Clayton had left?
Master’s hand stroked me again, soothing this time.  “Don’t worry, girl.  I’ll fuck you in front of Clayton some other time.”  He chuckled as I clenched around him helplessly.  “You would like that, wouldn’t you?  I would too.  I’d like to take my sub to a club and fuck her in front of everyone.  I’ll strap her down and show her off.”  His voice turned rougher, darker.  “Show everyone what’s mine.”
There was pressure against my asshole, and I drew in a sharp breath as his thumb slowly penetrated me.  His fist tightened in my hair, pulling back.  I arched in response, and my ass pushed back to accept more of him without my volition.
“All mine,” he rasped.
“Yes, Master,” I gasped out.  “Yours.”
His low growl was savagely pleased.  He began to pound into me in earnest, his ruthless thrusts alternating with his rapidly pumping thumb.  I flew over the edge with an ecstatic scream, and stars burst across my darkened vision as he came inside me, bellowing out his own pleasure.

Yours, Master.  All yours.

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

ROGUE Excerpt

Hey y'all!  I'm working on Rogue (An Impossible Novel) now, and I wanted to share an excerpt.  This is one of Sharon and Derek's earliest interactions.  She's an FBI agent going undercover at Derek's BDSM club, Decadence, to scope out the place for drug trafficking by the Latin Kings.  I love their chemistry!

One corner of Derek’s mouth ticked up as he turned his full attention back to me.  With the bar at my back and his large body in front of me, I had the sudden sensation of being trapped.  He was so close that the heat of him teased across my skin.  I shifted my weight on my stool, angling my body away from his in a futile attempt to escape that intoxicating warmth.  His twisted smile became more pronounced.
“I don’t appreciate being labelled as creepy, but I’ll easily admit that I’ve acted like a total ass.  Can I buy you a drink to begin to make it up to you?  I really can play nice.  If that’s what you want.”
The playful spark in his eyes held a darker edge.  That lustful light let me know that he would rather not play nice when it came to me.  And damn it if that knowledge didn’t make an answering darkness coil deep within me.
“As a Dominant, Carter is a master manipulator.  He won’t need to knock you down to get you flat on your back.”  Smith’s warning snaked across my mind, but it didn’t fully douse the unhealthy heat inside me.
Careful, Silverman.
“You’re being creepy again,” I pointed out lightly.  “But I do appreciate a man who can admit when he’s wrong.”
He laughed, a rich, breathtaking sound.  It illuminated his features, wiping away any traces of cocky amusement or frustrated ire.  He looked… free.  His melted caramel eyes were almost boyish in their genuine humor.
“You’re a bit of an ass yourself, you know,” he informed me when his laughter died down to a chuckle.  “Most people aren’t so brazenly impolite, even if the person they’re talking to hasn’t been so nice.”
I shrugged, but I couldn’t hold back my answering smile; his pleasure was infectious.  I might have been offended if it weren’t for the fact that he was right: I had been acting like an ass.  If the accusation had come from Smith, he would have earned himself a slap.  But from Derek, it wasn’t an accusation so much as playful banter.  He made the insult sound like an admiring compliment.
“I prefer the term ‘blunt,’” I told him with a grin.  “Maybe even ‘ballsy,’ if you want to be crass about it.”
“Oh, I can be crass, babe.  I like to talk dirty.”  He winked at me.
“Creep.”  My pointed accusation was ruined by my amused smile.
“Damn.”  He smothered his own smile, doing his best to school his expression into something contrite.  “I promise I can be good.”
His attempt at wide-eyed innocence didn’t suit him at all.  He looked so ridiculous that I couldn’t hold back my laugh, ruining his efforts to keep a straight face.
“Well, if you promise to behave yourself, I guess I will take that drink.”
“I wouldn’t make that promise to anyone else, sugar.  But I’ll make an exception in your case, as a form of penance.  Which is something else I don’t do, by the way.”  He eyed me carefully.  “Maybe Clara’s right; maybe you will make a good Domme.”
The way the lines of his face drew downward let me know that the thought didn’t please him.
I did my best to ignore my unease at having disappointed him.  I didn’t like disappointing people.  It was a reflexive thing, an ingrained response from years spent trying to please my father.
Shaking it off, I grasped at the opportunity to further my mission.
“That’s actually why I came back,” I said quickly.  “I wanted to talk to you about what it takes to be a Dominant.  Even though you pissed me off, you seem to know what you’re talking about, and I want to do this right.  Safe, Sane, Consensual, right?  It’s my job to uphold that.”  My lips took on a wry twist as I added, “No matter how creepy my instructor is.”
Derek’s brows rose in disbelief.  “You want to sub for me to learn how to be a good Domme?”
“Maybe,” I hedged, my fears getting the best of me.  I knew I should accept immediately, but nerves made me shy away from the commitment.  “I’d like to talk about it more before making up my mind about that,” I amended.
He considered me carefully for a moment.  I was struck by the uncomfortable sensation of being pinned in place under his scrutiny.  Did he approve of what he saw?
Stop that!  My entrenched people-pleasing would get me into trouble here if I didn’t focus on holding my own around this man.
Finally, he nodded, and I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Okay.  We can talk about it over that drink and then revisit my proposal.  What’s your poison?”  That signature smolder Clara had warned me about threatened to make me melt for him at the mention of his proposal.
Submitting to him.  Shit, I needed a drink.

That's all for now!  I am so excited to share the next story in the Impossible Series with y'all!  Release date TBA soon, but I'm hoping to have it out in a month, tops :).  You can stay updated on Rogue on Goodreads.