Thursday, 21 August 2014

Make Me: The Dungeon Masters book 2

Trinidad Meredith is fascinated by the thought of working in a BDSM club. When she’s offered a job there she agrees instantly. Konstantin Williams and Othniel Thomas really do need an admin assistant. But even more than that they want a mate. Trinidad will suit them perfectly. Simon and Leif, co-owners of The Dom’s Dungeon BDSM Club, found their mate, Tamara, in a weekend at a wedding. Niel and Kon are convinced that the Fates have given them Trinidad.

Trinidad loves the idea of working at the club. She likes Niel and Kon, and she’s willing to try out some BDSM herself. But everything has happened incredibly fast and she worries that the men will think she’s either a tart or a nymphomaniac. It’s just that being with them is amazingly good. She needs to slow down the pace of their relationship.

And Niel hasn’t told her that he’s a werewolf.

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Trinidad Meredith stared at her work colleague, Tamara. “You met two hunky men at the wedding? Two? And they’ve offered you a job at their club? And this is it? You’re leaving?” Trinidad thought that was what Tammy had said but none of it sounded like the way her usually sensible, careful friend lived.

“Yes, yes, and yes.” Tammy green eyes sparkled and her face was alight with happiness.

“I’m so happy for you, Tammy. If you’re really sure they’re genuine and won’t take advantage of you, it’s the most amazing thing ever. It just seems hard to believe it all happened so fast.”

“I know. It’s taken my breath away, too. But I have a written promise that if this job doesn’t work out I’ll be offered another one elsewhere in the company. Simon has seriously good networking connections.”

“So are you leaving today or do you have to work out your two weeks’ notice?” Trinidad hoped she didn’t sound envious, although she was envious. She’d love to leave this dead-end job and work in a club, even without two hunky men. But she was also happy for her friend. Tammy was a wonderful, caring person and Trinidad was thrilled that she’d found happiness, even if meant they’d hardly ever see each other anymore.

“I have accrued vacation time so I’m going to finish here today and start work at the club tomorrow. I’ll lose a couple of days’ pay but that’s all. I can’t wait to start my new job. Everything at the club is so exciting.”

Trinidad jumped out of her desk chair and hugged Tammy. “I’m so happy for you. That’s wonderful news. I hope you really love your new job and being with the hunky men as well. Oh my, what a double whammy!”

Tammy blushed a little, but she was the kind of person who blushed all the time anyway. Trinidad wondered if she was sleeping with both men. Or maybe going to sleep with them. Wow! That was another major bonus.

“If your networking friend Simon hears of another admin position somewhere, remember me,” she said.

“Would you like to work in a club?”

“Not waiting tables. I haven’t got the right figure to earn enough tips. But in admin, sure.”

Tammy looked at her seriously. “Would you like me to ask him? Really?”

“For an admin job? Yes, please. I would.”

“All right, I will.”

“Don’t forget I can do basic bookkeeping. I’ve done accounts payable and receivable before.” Trinidad felt a bit stupid bragging about her work skills to a friend, but hey, maybe this Simon would find her a better job as well. Tammy had gotten really lucky. Maybe some of it would rub off on her.

* * * *

When Tammy left her cubicle, Trinidad turned back to her desk and the piles of papers spread out on it. She picked up her pen but she wasn’t reading the papers or even thinking about her job. Trinidad liked being inside in a nice cozy office. Her skin was so fair that in summer she sunburned easily. In spring the pollen made her sneeze all the time, and her eyes watered from the blossoms and tall grass. In winter her fingers and toes ached with cold and she hated having to carry dry footwear to change into after walking even the shortest distance. She would much rather starve to death at her desk than venture out of the office to buy lunch or a cup of decent coffee.

When she went to the store in winter she was wearing so many layers of clothes she could hardly move, and she tended to buy enough food to last her for a month. And she still always had cold feet, and numb, icy fingers. No, an indoor job was the only one that she would ever consider. One where she stayed away from the great outdoors all day.

Working in a club would be amazing. She might even be allowed to stay back in the evenings and watch celebrities rehearse their acts. That would be special. Sighing she looked down at the papers waiting for her to deal with them. The company here wasn’t so bad. The management wasn’t wonderful. They seemed to be a bit behind the times really, not fully aware of the need to have a top-notch website and a presence on the most popular social media sites.

They were also quite rigid about hating staff taking vacation time. She had friends who worked for companies that actually mandated staff using their vacation in the year in which it accrued. Not here. Workers here with elementary school children were usually permitted to take leave in school vacations, but people like her were so far down the pecking order she still hadn’t used last year’s vacation time although she’d asked for it twice already.

Well hey, that might be good if this Simon who Tamara had talked about could find her a job as well. Likely he wouldn’t though. Probably Tammy had just gotten lucky and that was really great for her. But as for Trinidad herself, she’d better stop wasting time and get something done.

Sunday, 17 August 2014

Four twinkling Stars for my baby!

My baby, my very first book, got four twinkling stars:

When Gaynor Lee and Cameron Wilson discover their Dom is a wolf shape-shifter, their relationship is suddenly turned on its head. Everything has to change. For protection, they consider moving into a BDSM community, Carnal Connections, but then rogue panthers try to steal Gaynor’s friend Ramona. Is nowhere safe to live?

And how will they adjust to life in a BDSM community? They’ve always practiced a moderate form of BDSM, nothing too hard-core. Not to mention that Tor Martin is a wolf and most of the other shape-shifters there are panthers. Can cats and dogs cooperate, especially when some of them are Doms?

Meanwhile, Carnal Connections opens their eyes and minds to all sorts of sexual possibilities. BDSM has always been immensely freeing and fulfilling for all of them, but it gets even better. Until Tor wants Gaynor and Cameron to commit to him.


The basketball round-robin was an even bigger event than he’d gathered from the community service broadcast he’d heard on his car radio on his commute from work on Friday. There must have been at least twenty different matches going on simultaneously. Some of them were pretty ordinary, but others were between very evenly matched teams so were excellent fun to watch, and others still had one or more very good players, which also made for exciting viewing.

All the teams were mixed, with a minimum of two people of each gender, and Gaynor had been quick to point out that what some of the women lacked in height or power, they more than made up for in skills. The three of them certainly saw some very tricky teamwork and neat moves.

“Oh, look. There’s Ramona playing over there. Let’s go watch her team.”

“Ramona? Oh, she’s someone you work with. The woman who’s really good with animals?” asked Cameron.

“That’s right. Long black hair. A member of the team wearing the red shirts,” said Gaynor.

Tor took Gaynor’s hand and they weaved their way in and out of the crowds over to the court where a team of basketballers wearing red shirts were competing against a group that wore purple tops. But whereas all the other teams Tor had noticed were wearing matching shorts, and some even had matching socks and shoes, on the purple team some had black shorts and others navy, and there was no unity at all about their footwear. Mentally Tor shrugged. Likely they were a community group who’d simply amalgamated to play in this competition. A group of people from a club who’d wanted to join in today but didn’t usually play together. After all, giving up an entire day to play basketball was a lot bigger commitment than just playing for an hour or so one night a week.

Tor was entranced by the match. The woman, Ramona, was an excellent player, very fast on her feet and almost always able to guess which way the ball would go. One of the other men on her team, a big guy with black hair, seemed to be watching out for her though, almost as if he was worried someone would hurt her. Ha. I bet she’s his submissive. Likely he didn’t really want her to play today but agreed because it was something she genuinely enjoys doing.

The purple team seemed to be playing a very hard game. Playing the person more than the ball, too, Tor thought. He cut a glance over to Cameron and noticed the man frowning. Yes, he saw it, too. It was a very energetic, tactical, well-matched game, but purple were pushing the boundaries a little, although the umpires didn’t seem to have noticed, likely because it was such a fast game. Both sides really were good. But Tor now was certain this was why the big guy was keeping such a close watch on Ramona. He was obviously afraid someone might hurt her.

This game was being played on one of the more distant courts. It, and the court next to it, backed onto parkland, which was wild, bushy, and didn’t seem to be very well maintained. The fence was just a few strands of wire, not very high, and sagging wire at that. Tor had taken his eyes off the game and was scanning the tall grass and straggly trees when Gaynor gasped. He quickly looked back at the match to see the big guy punch a man who had grabbed Ramona’s ponytail.

“That may not actually be illegal, but that was,” said Cameron rather cryptically.

“Huh?” asked Gaynor.

“You aren’t supposed to pull people’s hair in football either, but basically no one who does it is ever punished. However, punching someone is definitely a no-no.”

The court went wild. Three or four men in purple shirts jumped on the big guy and started punching him. The purple-shirted woman with the ball swiveled and just stood there holding it. A man in a red shirt snatched the ball from her and started up the court with it, while several other red-shirted people had joined the fight.

One of the umpires blew his whistle, but no one was paying him any mind.

The crowd started pushing and shoving, some of them running onto the court to join the fight.

Thursday, 7 August 2014

Dungeon Masters book 1. "Take Me".

Tammy Wiltshire meets Leif Sneddon and Simon Jeffries at her cousin’s wedding. When she finds out they work at a BDSM club she eagerly agrees to visit it with them even though she’s sure this will only ever be a weekend fling. She is so ordinary and they are so delicious. Then she learns that Leif’s a Dom. What she doesn’t know is that Simon’s a werewolf shape-shifter.

The men are entranced with Tamara. She’s everything they’ve been looking for in a ménage partner and as a sub for Leif. When he introduces her to shibari she really enjoys the experience.

But then some idiots set off the fire alarm, the wedding is an enormous party taking over most of the hotel, and how are they going to mention to her Simon’s a werewolf? This is getting very complicated very fast. But the sex is good and they want her too much to give up just yet.


Tamara Wiltshire stood with her back to the wall, half-hidden behind a fake-Corinthian pillar, and gently stroked her hand up and down what was almost certainly an imitation Aladdin’s lamp. I wish I was ten years old again and believed in magic. If I was, I’d ask your genie to get me the hell away from this pre-wedding party right now.

Her mother’s cousin’s only child, Sophia, was marrying the love of her life tomorrow, and it seemed the family had invited every person they’d ever met in their entire lives to the festivities. Tammy wasn’t even sure what kind of a cousin she was to Sophia. Fourth cousins maybe? Second cousins twice removed? But she sure as hell knew she’d be dead from either boredom or embarrassment long before Sophia and Peter tied the knot officially at three tomorrow.

Genie, please get me out of here before I do something really stupid, like tell all my aunts to stop asking me when I’m going to get married. I’m not wearing any rings. There’s no man hanging on my arm. It’s obviously not going to happen soon. Or ever. I’d much rather wear a man’s collar. Oh yes. A Dom of my own. That would be nice. Someone like Tall, Dark, and Devastating over there. Or him. Mr. Can’t Stand Still with the rich chocolate eyes.

Tammy quickly looked down, snatching her hand away from the fake lamp. The two delicious pieces of eye candy who she’d been admiring were crossing the ballroom in her general direction. Not that they’d be coming anywhere near her. She was wearing a simple black dress, having saved her “best” outfit for the wedding tomorrow. It seemed most of the other women here had spent more on their clothes for tonight than she earned in a quarter. She hated to think how dowdy she was going to look tomorrow compared to them all, when they brought out their wedding finery.

She’d bought the long-sleeved burgundy dress for her company’s annual ball last year, and she’d thought it would be appropriate for tomorrow. But having seen the way everyone dressed tonight she knew she was going to look like the country cousin. Well, it was too bad. Clearly, she didn’t make the kind of money many of these people evidently did.

Keeping her gaze on the floor, Tammy tried to calculate how soon she could leave the ballroom and return to her hotel room. It was in this hotel, of course. Sophia’s family had likely booked the entire place out for the weekend. The good news was that her room was on the fifth floor and the ballroom was on the second, so she could take the stairs and avoid being crammed into an elevator and interrogated all the time.

Tammy flicked a glance to the ballroom doors and sighed. Her mother’s cousin and his wife were circulating through the room speaking to everyone. The good news was that it was Adam coming in her direction, not Stephanie. The bad news was that her parents were also heading toward her.

Ah fuck.

Tammy inched back another step toward the wall behind her, but then her heel was against the baseboard. She couldn’t retreat any farther unfortunately. Sighing internally she pasted a smile on her face ready to greet her mother’s cousin. What the fuck do I call him? Adam? Cousin Adam? What’s the etiquette here?

Fortunately she didn’t have to say anything.

“Rae’s little girl. I’m so glad you could join us on this auspicious occasion,” he gushed, kissing her on both cheeks, and moving immediately to shake the hand of the man standing next to her. A man she hadn’t even notice arriving. It was Mr. Tall, Dark, and Devastating himself.

“Ah, Leif, nice to see you again. You too, Simon.”

Well damn. No wonder they were standing together. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Devastating is obviously partnered to Mr. Can’t Stand Still for Two Minutes. Just my fucking luck the best-looking men in the room are gay. Not that they would even notice me in this crowd anyway.

But as soon as Sophia’s father had moved on to the next person, Leif touched her arm. “Can I take you to the bar? I’m sure you must be thirsty talking to all these people.”

Tammy didn’t think saying she hadn’t actually had a conversation with anyone would be helpful. Besides, so what if they were gay. They were both incredibly good looking and a drink sounded marvelous to her right now. Especially as her parents were still heading in her direction.

“Thank you. I’d like that.” She smiled at both of them, admiring the way Simon’s rich chocolate eyes sparkled and Leif’s eyebrows quirked up as he asked the question.

In a matter of seconds the men had tucked her between them and were gently steering her through the crowd to the bar at the back of the ballroom.

Maybe there was a genie in that lamp after all.