Yay! Pleasure Bound was released today, so go get your copy. Those who are still on the shelf should check out the excerpts below. They are erotic and should make your decision making process easier (giggle).

Sorry I’m posting this so late. I wasn’t feeling well most of the weekend. Without furtherad0, the excerpts.

Sun, Surf, and Sex on the Beach
By Tuesday Morrigan

“Come on, Jameson. Let’s go back to bed.”

He took her hand, slipping her fingers into his much larger ones. She nodded her head in agreement, knowing that she would follow him to the ends of the earth as long as there was a ghost of a chance he’d continue looking at her that way, as though she was the only woman he’d ever desire.

Fingers intertwined, she silently followed him as he led her back to their shared bedroom. Once they were over the threshold he pulled her into his arms. As he enfolded her in his embrace a sense of comfort, that could only be compared to returning home filled her. This feeling was the ultimate discovery—no scientific breakthrough could outdo it.

She allowed herself to be led to the bed and pushed onto it. There was just enough light in the room to cast shadows upon Donovan’s face, highlighting the sharp angles and soft curves of his features, making him appear even more handsome than normal.

“God, Jameson,” he said softly.

She looked up at him, watching his gaze roam over her figure before settling on her mouth. Leaping elephants settled in her belly as the intent in those eyes almost undid her. Then his mouth was on hers, moving across her lips, coaxing them to part. Her arms lifted to drape around his neck just as his tongue thrust forward. She rubbed her body against his, rocking her pelvis against the insistent bulge there.

A tidal wave of desire threatened to throw her control overboard. Knowing that getting what she needed was the surest cure to the hunger that plagued her, Michaela broke off the kiss to whisper against Donovan’s mouth, “Donovan, I need you.” Please, love me.”

He groaned something in response that her lust starved brain wasn’t able to decipher, but the meaning behind his words was loud and clear. She wasn’t the only one who craved the intimacy that could be found within one another’s arms.

His mouth was back on hers, this time hotter and more forceful than before. She drowned in the emotion in his kiss, in his touch as his hands moved over her body, stripping her of the nightgown she wore until she was totally bare beneath him.
He licked, nipped, and suckled her nipple until the bud felt painfully swollen. It was so sensitive every swipe of his tongue seemed to go straight to the heart of her. “Donovan…”

“Hmm.” He released the tip only to capture the left one.

Needing to be as close as physically possible to him, Jameson ran her hands down every inch of naked skin she could touch. “Donovan, I can’t wait any longer,” she admitted as her nails dug into his muscular back.

Aloha Kaua
Jenna Byrnes

He dragged her around the corner of it and pressed her back into the rough wood. “Finally alone.”

Michaela glanced around. The crowd had thinned as they’d walked, but they were still on the beach where anyone could approach them. “What are you talking about?”

Kale gripped her waist and squeezed, his mouth returning to her neck. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Michaela scanned the part of the beach visible from her position. “Yeah, but I assumed we’d go to your place. I suppose we could go to my hotel—”

“This is fine. Just relax.” He nibbled the length of her throat.

She found him incredibly hard to resist, but relaxing wasn’t an option while they were in public. “Kale,” she protested, the word sounding feeble even to her ears. She placed one hand against his chest and tried to push him away.

“Relax, ipo,” he murmured, leaning down more as his kisses reached her collarbone.

“What’s an ipo?” She squirmed under his ministrations.

“It means sweetheart, darling.” Kale shoved her tank top up around her neck, followed by her small, white bra. With his hands cupping her breasts, he paused a moment to examine them. A small groan escaped his lips before they captured one nipple, and he sucked it into his mouth.

Michaela gasped at the exquisite sensation. Her breasts weren’t small, but his big hands seemed to dwarf them. For precious, long seconds, she watched him tweak and twist the nipple that wasn’t in his mouth. When she thought his touch might drive her mad, he switched sides and proffered the same treatment.

Leaning back against the wall, she closed her eyes. It’d be so easy to forget where she was and let him have his way with her. The thought was tempting, but she’d never done anything so brazen—so naughty.

Michaela smiled and let her shoes drop to the ground. Aroused beyond belief, she thrust her chest at him, encouraging him to take more.

Kale growled with what had to be the same mixture of lust and pleasure she was experiencing. He sucked harder and twisted her second nipple roughly.

“Oh, god.” Her moan was low and throaty. He was pushing exactly the right buttons, and she was loving it. “More.”

“Um hum.” His warmth was suddenly gone as he dropped to his knees and dived under her skirt. He shoved the gauzy fabric around her hips and dragged her panties to her ankles. “Step out,” he instructed.

She raised one foot, and he freed it from her panties. Before she could lower her leg, he grabbed it and bent her knee over his shoulder. His warm breath blew across her genitals. “Open wide for me, ipo.”

She whimpered as he broadened her stance and spread her lightly furred pussy folds. His hands were so strong, and his mouth so utterly kissable. She could barely wait to discover how good it felt on her other set of lips.

Honeymoon for Three
By Christy Lockhart

He laughed. “You didn’t offend me. And I find you attractive.”

“But…?”

Instead of answering her, he devoured the remaining distance separating them. He firmly took her about the shoulders and pulled her close to him, guiding her up onto her tiptoes.

“To prove it, I’m going to kiss you.”

“You are?”

“I am.” His blue eyes darkened intently.

This close, she inhaled even more of his sexy, masculine scent. The sun had warmed his body. Everything about him oozed power and determination. He captured her mouth, demandingly. This wasn’t a soft, explorative kiss. This was a dominating one.

In surprise, she responded completely, parting her lips, allowing his tongue to plunder her mouth. He tasted of man, of power, of seduction. Despite knowing he was in a relationship with Finn, she wanted him.

Without conscious thought, she snaked her hands around his neck, then leaned into him.

Christian’s chest was strong, and she felt secure as one large palm pressed against her buttocks and the other cupped the back of her neck, all but holding her prisoner.

She felt his erection against the softness of her stomach. No way, no how was this man gay. Bi, maybe, but definitely not gay.

His hand was in her hair, and he pulled gently, opening her wider to accept a deeper, more possessive kiss.

It had been so long since she’d been held like this, cherished like this, desired like this.

She couldn’t get enough.

Claire surrendered, so hungry for such a raw connection with another human being.

He pulled on the hem of her dress, drawing the fabric up slightly, exposing more of her thighs.

Then suddenly the door banged open.

She jumped.

Then Finn’s powerful voice filled the room. “You started without me.”

Selene’s Awakening
By Jude Mason

When he grew tired of her behaviour, he repositioned his arm across her back and let fly with his other hand. It landed with a sharp crack against her right butt cheek.

“Ow!” she howled and writhed. Her legs scissored open and closed, her pelvis rotated against him.

He didn’t lift his hand, simply let the palm rest against the soft cheek, feeling the flesh tighten then warm. Her yelp excited him even more, and he shifted in the chair trying to ease the pressure of his cock squeezed inside his jeans. Useless endeavour, he knew, but it felt good, as did her thighs. He moved his hand around, feeling the heat increase where he’d struck.

Her body shuddered. The muscles in her back and buttocks tightened and she turned her face away, as if she was fighting some feeling she wasn’t ready or willing to acknowledge.

Sliding his hand down one leg, he eased it between her thighs and slowly worked it upward. Warm flesh brushed the back of his hand, but she made no attempt to stop him. His knuckles swept across the crotch of her panties, and that’s as far as he went. Using his index finger, he found her crease and traced a line back and forth between the plump folds.

“Please,” she moaned, shifting her legs and giving him better access.

He was sure she realised what she’d done, what she’d said, and was more than willing to take advantage. Easing his hand forward, he pressed his fingers a little deeper into the groove. Selene’s hips jerked, but she didn’t close her thighs. Instead, they actually widened a little more. The pressure against his hand diminished. Suddenly, he realised his finger was wet. Not damp, but sopping. The aroma of aroused woman wafted around him and he smiled, inhaling the heady scent.

“Please what?” he asked, softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He had her. He knew it and was positive she did too.

Whether she’d admit it or not remained to be seen.

For a moment, she was silent, but then she whispered, “What are you doing to me?”

He slid his finger deeper into her and eased it forward, finding her clit. The swollen shaft felt hot, and when he flicked it, her body jerked and she gasped. “I’m teaching you something.” He twisted his finger and pushed it into her, the crotch of her silk panties stopping him at the second knuckle. “Something you might already know, but you’ve forgotten.”

Selene turned her head and gazed back at him. Her face was flushed, her eyes shone. Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue slid out then across from left to right. Another shudder caught her and she closed her eyes, her flush deepening. When she opened them again and looked at him, her expression changed. The tough girl, rich bitch act was gone. In its place was a woman who wanted something different.

David glanced at the sink and noticed more dishes than he’d left there. She’d eaten something while he was gone and hadn’t cleaned anything up. It was the overindulged, rich girl persona that he found incredibly annoying.

“You still haven’t answered me. You said please, I want to know what you’re asking for.” He sat back, not completely freeing her body, but not pressing himself so firmly against her. Her breathing was more laboured than it had been, the excitement of his touch apparently getting to her.

She looked away, perhaps embarrassed, perhaps not sure of what to say. Taking a deep breath, she held it for a long moment, and groaned when she exhaled. “Please, make me come. I can’t believe you’ve got me to this stage in no time at all. Please!”

Sex Therapy
By Nadia Aidan

“I don’t know, Elena. What do you want me to do? Where would you like us to begin?”

She gasped in surprise when his hand stroked the globes of her ass, gently caressing her, his teasing fingers moving dangerously lower to her pussy, but never actually touching her. She grew wet and moist between her thighs, the subtle touch of his hands slowly building a fire inside her.

“I want you to fuck me,” she finally said, voicing the needs of her body.

He chuckled again, and the bed dipped beneath his weight as he climbed atop it, covering her body with his. She felt the insistent press of his cock against the cleft of her ass, the soft smattering of hair on his chest tickling her back as he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Oh, I plan to fuck you all night, Elena, until your pussy, your ass, your mouth are all full of my cum.”

She swore she’d never blushed until she’d met Julien. His erotic words painted such a vivid picture of him fucking her throughout the night, in every imaginable position that she couldn’t stop the heat from rising in her cheeks.

He leaned ever closer, his warm breath tickling the skin along her ear as he whispered. “I don’t know, Elena. I can’t decide if I want to take you in the ass first, or stroke the braided leather of my flogger against your soft skin.” He shifted his hips, sliding the engorged length of his cock between her legs. Her pussy responded with a fresh wave of juice as it seeped from her slit.

She didn’t know what he decided on, and she didn’t dare ask when he began to slide down her body, tracing a path of kisses along her flesh. Whatever he was going to do to her next, she knew it would be pleasurable, if the tiny kisses along her back were any evidence.

She closed her eyes, savouring the erotic feel of his lips against the small of her back, as he swirled his tongue against her skin.

“Get on your knees and spread your legs.”

She barely registered the command, she was drowning in a pool of her own desires, but she managed to pull herself up on her knees and part her thighs.

The first touch of his tongue against her swollen sex was indescribable. A low moan tore past her lips. She leaned forward, thrusting her ass higher as he tunnelled his tongue inside her clenching channel.

He held her open with his hands as he ate her pussy, his lips devouring her while his tongue thrust inside her, stroking in and out of her sheath.

She called his name, her voice hoarse with need as she began to tremble against him. She was on the edge of climax, her body pulsing with the thunderous vibrations. He shifted up her body, and slung his arm over the curve of her hip from behind, his hand between her legs as his fingers replaced his mouth.

“That’s it Elena. Come for me.”

Light on the Water
By Mima

He leaned in and kissed her, so gently, lips brushing and mouthing. She hung on the currents, tipping, swaying with him.

Warm, and wet. Safe, and sexy. Lips curving in a smile, she kissed him back, swirling her hips against him. Tilting her shoulders so that her breasts rubbed him, her hands traced him from crown to shoulder.

Following his arms down to his hands, she gently pulled on his wrists, lifting them from her waist, and set his hands back on her chest. He floated his palm just over the tips of her aching nubs, the heat of his palms sending spirals into her gut. Sighing with relief, she pressed one more kiss to his lips, his chin, licked the angle of his smooth, salty jaw.

“Jand, remember how you asked my forgiveness?”

He licked her lower lip, nodded, licked it again. “I’ll be gentle. I can be gentle.”

Her hands went down his stomach, and folded over his erection. She softly danced her fingertips over the blazing heat of him. The veins, the fur at the very base, the hard ring of muscle at the top.

“Well, the thing is…”

She closed her left hand hard around the thickest girth at the base, putting her palm against him. The fingers of her other hand gently patted over the taut crown. She watched his eyes flutter shut.

“You don’t really need forgiveness.” She rotated her wrist, chafing him, torquing him a little bit.
His head jerked back on a neck gorgeous with strands of muscle.

Her pinkie settled into his tip, probed, pressed, wriggled at his hole. “I liked it a lot. The most beautiful pain of my life.”

Giving his words back to him, her nipples throbbed, breasts suspended in the water, waiting for his webbed and taloned hands to return.

She spun her lower wrist the other way, squeezed hard. Her right hand pinched his tip, her fingertips closing in a coordinated group, echoing his touch. A guttural moan ripped from his throat. Even through her assault, his palms gently floated over her nipples.

“Jand, I want more. I want all of you, and all you have to give.”

His head snapped forward and his mouth closed around her throat. She felt the drag of his pointed teeth, the lash of his tongue, the soft heat of his lips along her collarbone. His hands closed hard on her breasts, fingers sinking deep into her softness. She flattened her hand on his crown, rubbing the tip of him with her cupped palm as her lower hand went even lower. Reaching below his soft globes, she grasped them, rolling them firmly.

Her fingers had just brushed the gap behind his balls when his fingers found her nipples. His hips jerked wildly under her hands, his teeth stung the column of muscle under her ear. But her nipples had finally caught the fire he’d been throwing at her since the storm. His mouth captured her ear, tongue thrusting deep, while his fingers flexed, twisted, jerked her tits hard. Burn, baby, burn. So good. One hand clamped on his thick cock like a vice while the other anchored on his rock-hard ass.

His hands grabbed at hers, wrestling them behind her back. One hand clamped hard on both wrists, while the other directed his penis into her folds.

“Ahhhh!”

The shock of such an intimate touch was the lighting of the match. Her fuse was going, and she wasn’t stopping. She threw her legs up and around him. Feeling how much narrower his body had become, she could really cinch her legs tight. He got his tip set to her hole, and pulled on her arms, on her hip where he held her with his other hand. Her back bowed.
The head of him pushed into her. “Yes! Jand!”

“Sid.” With that one word he folded his body and shoved himself deep.

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As promise below are some excerpts from the anthology Pleasure Bound

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‘Sun, Surf and Sex on a Beach’ by Tuesday Morrigan

“You were supposed to arrive over an hour ago.”

A smile spread over Michaela Jameson’s face at the familiar sound. Months passed since she heard that voice in the flesh. “Well, Cliff, it’s not my fault the plane took off an hour later than it should have.”

“I bet that cramped your careful plans,” he said with a smile as he wheeled the luggage cart forward.

She chuckled. The man knew her too well. Those familiar with Michaela understood that she lived her life according to a schedule. It was the only way she got anything done. Normally, there were so many things she had to accomplish in a single day, she found herself always checking her planner to make sure all was going according to schedule.

“So what did you do for that extra hour?”

Her smile widened as she followed him to the conveyer belt-distributing luggage. “You mean after I adjusted my schedule to fit the new timeline? I spent the remaining time going over my reading.”

“Getting ahead of schedule, huh?”

She shrugged. “It seemed like the most reasonable thing to do under the circumstances. Plus, they didn’t have any movies I wanted to watch.” She mumbled the last few words as she stifled a yawn.

Cliff glanced back at her just as she lowered her hand. “I booked you a red-eye for a reason,” he admonished.

Embarrassment flushed her system at his words. He’d been looking out for her when he scheduled the flight, but it was hard for her to change. Despite the night flight, she’d spent much of her time reviewing and reading the latest articles that touched on her specialty, bio-medical engineering. It was what she did normally.

“I’m a workaholic. Sue me.”

‘Aloha Kaua’ by Jenna Byrnes

Michaela Donovan had just finished the best Screaming Orgasm of her life. Several of them, in fact, and each had been the perfect mix of vodka and Kahlua. Now, she feared the alcohol was getting to her. She glanced around the dimly lit bar, much darker than it ought to be, considering her watch indicated it was barely late afternoon. The windows were covered with blinds, but through the slats she could see how bright it was outside. Not a surprise. She’d only been there two days, but, thus far, Hawaii had proven to be a sunny, cheery place.

Everywhere except right here. She looked around again. The bar was deserted except for a couple who really needed to take the lift upstairs to their hotel room.

Michaela wasn’t sure if the man’s tongue was all the way down the woman’s throat, but it had to be close. His right hand caressed her breast through a sheer, gauze shirt, and both of them seemed oblivious to everyone else in the world. They were a cute couple, both blond enough so it was easy to tell they weren’t native.

She’d tried not to stare while nursing her last drink, but it was somewhat like a train wreck. No one wants to look, but it’s hard not to.

The only other person in the room was a middle-aged, black-haired bartender who’d been friendly but not too chatty with Michaela. She’d liked him better before she’d noticed him ogling the couple who couldn’t keep their hands off one another. He obviously enjoyed looking and wasn’t trying to hide the fact. No wonder he hasn’t asked them to leave. He’s getting off on the show.

‘Honeymoon for Three’ by Christy Lockhart

“He left you at the altar?”

A little thrill chased up Claire’s spine as the big bear of a Viking with a shock of red hair swept his gaze over her, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. He lingered for a few seconds on the fullness of her breasts. There was approval in his green eyes, and something even more thrilling: lust.

After her dud of a fiancé, Finn’s appreciation was a welcome change.

“This almost-husband of yours, Miss Cavanaugh…did he lose his mind?”

“That’s what I’d like to think.” Claire tried to smile, but failed. The truth was, being jilted had dealt a devastating blow to her self-confidence. What was so horrible about her that Bruce Marley left her at the church, with a dozen attendants and three hundred of their friends, colleagues, and relatives shifting uncomfortably in their seats?

“Christian, did you hear that? This beautiful woman was left at the altar. So she’s come to see us all by herself.” Finn looked past her as he spoke. “Aren’t we lucky?”

“He wasn’t man enough for you, perhaps?”

She turned around to see who asked the question. Her mouth watered. The man standing on the dock, legs spread, arms folded across his chest, highlighted by the Scandinavian sun had the looks of a Norse god. Well over six-feet, with blond hair, blue eyes, and shoulders that could carry all of a woman’s burdens, this man was straight out of her fantasies.

“Christian Petersen,” he said by way of introduction.

Oh, yes. This man was definitely man enough for her.

“You’ve already met my partner, Finn Odegaard.” Christian offered his hand. “Welcome to Norway.”

‘Selene’s Awakening’ by Jude Mason

Leaning against the rough bark of an old cedar tree, David ran the rag over his face, sopping up some of the sweat that had trickled into his eyes. His eyes stung. His back ached from the steady, monotonous swinging of the axe, but the clearing was getting bigger. Soon it would be large enough for the garden he planned.

He flipped the long ponytail over his shoulder and wiped his chest with the damp cloth, then tucked it back into the rear pocket of his jeans. Gazing across the stump strewn field, he groaned, thinking about how difficult pulling those babies out was going to be. The gravel roadway just beyond was silent, as usual. From the angle of the sun, he figured he had about an hour before night fell—half that time to actually work.

“Better get back at it,” he muttered and pushed himself away from the tree. The axe gripped tight, he wrestled the next round of wood onto the splitting block.

He soon found his rhythm—lift, place and swing, then flip the cut pieces to the side. The pile of firewood grew steadily, until daylight went and he had to stop.

The muscles in his arms and shoulders hummed with fatigue, but he piled as much wood as he could into his cart before he felt he could call it a day. The handcart held enough wood to keep him going for a few days, and the large wheels made it easy to transport. Building it had been a stroke of genius.

‘Sex Therapy’ by Nadia Aidan

Elena’s hand froze over the mouse of her computer as she read that one line over and over, the words swimming before her eyes.

With trembling fingers, she set her coffee aside, afraid the shaking of her hand would send the scalding hot liquid sloshing over the rim of her mug. She apparently had a stalker, she didn’t need to add third degree burns to her list of woes.

She read the sender’s name in the email line. jbond@rakemag.com. Every muscle in her body knotted with tension as she read the name again, rolling it around her tongue. Something about it was familiar.

Dragging in a deep breath, she clicked on the subject line, before she could lose her nerve, sending the email popping open across her screen.

She’d hoped this was a hoax, a prank from some dirty old man, but there was nothing about the content of the email that was remotely amusing. She skimmed the pages of the document, her fury growing with each word she read.

The Queen of Sex should be dethroned is how it started before continuing in vivid detail about how she wouldn’t know what a butt plug looked like even if it was staring her in the face.

She frowned. Now that was harsh. She would recognise a butt plug. After all, she was the reigning Queen of Sex, also known as the Sex Doctor or, her personal favourite, Doctor Kink. As the foremost expert in women’s sexuality, she was bigger than Dr. Ruth, with her own radio talk show, a thriving chain of sex toy stores, and dozens of sex help books to her name. Yes, at thirty-seven Elena had made a solid career out of selling nothing but sex. Her business was to sell sex, so she knew what a butt plug was, even if she’d never used one.

‘Light on the Water’ by Mima

When Sid was twenty-two, a summer storm took her. The morning began as perfection. Four strangers joined up to charter a day’s sail, their northern skin tinged red at the start of their vacation. The burning blue sky held fluffy, tabletop clouds. They sailed above idyllic, cerulean waves, a shade only the tropics could produce. It all disappeared in approximately ten minutes. A grey wall rose from the horizon, sucked the colour from the sky, the heat from the air, and blocked out the sun.

She knew fear when the storm came so fast. She knew terror as they worked to take the boat back to the resort. Radioing in their distress, the four were silent and tense while they motored as fast as they could in the twenty-foot swells. She knew she was going to die when she washed overboard, and the cleat she’d tied her safety line to snapped off. Her life preserver hardly mattered as she was battered wildly in the black water. None of that morning’s August heat was left. Breathing was a challenge between the cold and the spray. Everyone knew the ocean could be a real bitch. But even with her lifetime of experience, Sid was shocked at how quickly and completely the grand dame had turned today.

As horrible as it was, she never quit struggling to stay on the surface, to grab a breath. Her brain was shouting, You’re done. You’re dead. But her arms fought the waves, her feet fought to move through the paralyzing cold, her eyes struggled to find the boat’s running lights.

Hope you enjoyed them!

I’ll be slowly returning online in the next few weeks. Even though I’m back online I won’t be that visible because I’m in the middle of edits and working on a contracted novel.

This weekend I will be posting excerpts from Pleasure Bound, an anthology releasing on Monday June 29th from Total-e-bound. It includes my story, Sun, Surf, and Sex on the Beach. I’m really excited about this project so stop by, read, and enjoy!

Until next post..

~ Tuesday

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It’s a release day and I couldn’t be happier. Your Treat or Mine is finally out! You can pick it up from Total-e-bound.com. Here’s some information on the release. Hope you enjoy it!

Your Treat or Mine
by Tuesday Morrigan

When security guards Riley and Vittorio find Amelia slinking across the cemetery searching for the Wolf’s Cock and the Tiger’s Phallus, the two weres decide to give the voluptuous beauty just what she’s asking for.

Amelia Brockman is determined to climb JAK, Inc.’s ladder, and is willing to do whatever it takes to achieve her goals. But JAK is not like any other corporation. It is owned and managed by paranormals. Being fully human, Amelia has one strike against her, so when she finds out about a secret society of executives that determines who moves forward and who doesn’t, she wants in. Even if it means getting hazed on Halloween.

Riley Christiansen, a werewolf, is a descendent of the Vikings and future heir to one of JAK’s vice-president jobs. But at the moment he’s earning his way, going to grad school during the day, and working the graveyard shift at the company’s burial ground.

Vittorio Bonacelli, a were-tiger, is a descendent of one JAK’s founding fathers and like Riley, he is determined to work his way up the ranks to take his rightful place as one JAK’s leaders.

When the two guards stumble across Amelia slinking around the burial, looking for something called the wolf’s cock and the tiger’s phallus, they decide to make sure the sultry beauty isn’t carrying anything.

Nothing will ever be the same for the three once the strip search begins…

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Copyright © Tuesday Morrigan, 2008

All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Total-e-bound.

 An Excerpt from Your Treat or Mine

Getting hazed on Halloween had to be a clear indication that Amelia was in trouble. Especially when one considered the fact that she was damn near thirty. She grimaced and pulled her coat closer to her cold body before stepping out of her vehicle. The north-eastern autumn weather was unnaturally cool. She took that as an omen.

A bad one.

She gritted her teeth and reminded herself she’d decided to start fighting for what she wanted. Straightening her shoulders, she marched on. Getting hazed was the first step in her fight for the corner office in her company’s marketing division. The click of her low heels seemed to thud through her mind as she took each step towards the front door. The walk up the cobblestone path reminded Amelia of her freshman year in college. Of her first experience with hazing.

Despite her familiarity, she was no less nervous about the coming experience.

She’d joined a sorority then for the camaraderie and connections the organisation had promised. She’d never once regretted her actions. Now she was about to embark on a journey that was going to allow her to join an more elite organisation. The Council of Promise.

That was the whispered name of the three-person organisation that reportedly determined who climbed up her company’s corporate ladder.

JAK, Inc. Using the initials from their first names to title the company, Janus Christensen, Agostino Bonacelli, and Konstantin Jovovich had come together to create JAK, Inc. The company specialised in consumer technology. Amelia was a lower level executive in the marketing division.

She stopped several feet away from the cascading steps that led to the main door and simply stared at the building before her. According to the invite that sat in her front left pocket, the massive log home in front of her was one of the many houses provided for the executives of JAK, Inc., one of the nation’s fastest growing companies.

But JAK, Inc. was unique in the corporate world because it was owned and managed by paranormals. The Christensens were werewolves, the Bonacellis were-tigers and the Jovoviches were vampires. As a human, Amelia had one strike against her. She’d been shocked when she discovered the true nature of her colleagues, but more than that she’d been disappointed to find her career was going to be hindered by her humanity.

Then one night, Rickard, one of her co-workers and a trusted friend, had whispered that the Council of Promise could help her overcome her issue and rise higher in the company. Rikard also mentioned it wouldn’t be easy to get the Council’s attention. But more importantly she had to capture the interest of at least two Fates.

The Three Fates were the ruling body of the Council.

They were the true leaders of the corporation and it was no small feat to snag their attention.

Actually, the word the man had used was impossible. Few humans were worthy of the Fates’ notice. But Amelia was used to accomplishing the undoable. When she’d seen the blood-red invitation card sitting on her desk when she returned from her lunch break, she’d nearly passed out in relief. She’d been even more surprised when she saw the address on the note. Amelia glanced back at the building before her.

Rumour had it, the home was currently being occupied by none other than Mr. and Mrs. Christensen, one of the three couples who’d founded the corporation more than five hundred years ago.

The anxious feeling about the upcoming hazing doubled—no, tripled.

At least this time it’s for work, she thought as she gripped the doorknocker.

She breathed into her cold palms as she waited for someone to answer the door. After the third blow the door swung open to reveal a dour looking butler. “Yes?” he sneered.

Amelia stared at him blankly for a moment, torn between the desire to call him “Alfred,” or sneer right back. She could do neither since she had to be on her best behaviour.

“I’m Amelia Brockman. Ms. Christensen and Mr. Bonacelli invited me,” she said in one long breath as she searched for the invite card that had arrived on her desk less than five hours ago. Rikard had warned her about addressing the butler. Before being allowed in, she had to identify which of the two Fates had invited her. If he was not satisfied, she would be escorted off the property.

One snowy white eyebrow lifted and the sneer became more pronounced. “So you are the straggler?”

“Everyone has arrived?” Amelia heard herself asking, though she already knew the answer.

“Yes. We wait on you. Alone.” He turned around, giving her his hunched back and walked into the building. Feeling she’d been chastised and insulted, Amelia followed the butler into the building. She glanced around as she walked, taking notice of the simple elegance of the home’s foyer, the quiet glamour that marked the halls, and the sophistication of the small room the butler pointed out to her. “You will wait here,” he fairly growled before toddling away.

A quick glance around the room confirmed Amelia was alone. Though it was too late to do anything about it, she couldn’t let the butler’s comment about her timing go. She looked at her watch, needing to know if she was late and just how tardy she was.

If she had to grovel, she was going to be prepared to beg for forgiveness.

She blinked at her watch and shook her arm for emphasis. According to the overpriced piece of steel, she was more than thirty minutes late.

“Shit,” she cursed softly.

“And here I thought you were as pure as newly fallen snow, Ms. Brockman.”

She whipped around at the softly whispered words to find bright green eyes watching her. They seemed to glow in the barely lit room. Feeling as though the green gaze was hunting her Amelia took an instinctive step back.

Green Eyes took a step forward, moving into the dim lighting that cloaked the room. Amelia sucked in a deep breath at the sight that greeted her. Green Eyes was cloaked from head to toe in a costume complete with a mask that covered the top half of his face. A five o’ clock shadow hid the other portion.

But there was no denying the fact that the man before her was handsome. Breathtaking really, as all of the Jovovich vampires were.

“Come, Ms. Brockman, let us journey together to start the rest of your life.” He held out one broad, tanned palm, beckoning her to him.

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So far today has been a great day. I sent out my absentee ballot. (Go Obama!). And I’m healthy. I hurt my wrist Thursday and couldn’t do anything for a few days. Swelling is down and the pain is gone. Just in time for me to take a midterm tonight. *Groan* But I will be able to work on my WIP once again, so…Super whoohoo!

It’s official. I’m done with Sugar and Spice. Whoohoo! <Cue happy music>. This means I’ve finished two different novellas this month: Say My Name and Sugar and Spice. I have to say, I’m happy with both stories. They might not have been the easiest things to complete, but the effort was well worth it.

In order to reach my Sugar and Spice deadline, I was in my cave, head down, typing away furiously for the last three days, but I’m back now. Well, kind of. I have to get back on schedule, doing all the things I missed.

Next on my list of things to complete is Laid in Show edits.

I’ve finished “Say My Name” and sent it off to be considered. Right now I’m doing the waiting game. But I’m not sitting idly by. Nope not I.

See, SMN is the first in a new series and I’ve started the second story already.  I’m working on it as I write the second in another series *CoughImmortalRealmWars* Check it out below and feel free to tell me what you think, whether in the comments or in an email.

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She felt the pulse in her neck and the beat in her breast calm and slow down the moment she heard the infamous sound of the bridal song playing.

The bride was getting married and everything was going according to plan. She darted a look down the aisle and was relieved to find that the flower girl dropped the imported peach roses just the way she taught her. The perfect, petite size zero bride made her way down the aisle, striding over the ridiculously expensive rose petals at her feet.

Bianca watched from afar, feeling like Cinderella’s godmother. Although it was only the dress rehearsal, everything had to be perfect and everything was. Tomorrow afternoon Arlene Manchester was getting married to her knight in shining armor, and she, Bianca Bliss, president and owner of Bliss Kiss, Inc., a  wedding planning services company, would have one more wedding under her belt.

She could not wait until tomorrow evening.

“I can’t believe your wearing it.”

She turned at the sound of the whispered voice. “We both know I have to,” Bianca said before turning back to watch the bride.

“You make it sound as if you’re wearing a shirt. We’re talking about a fake engagement ring.”

“I already explained this. It’s a necessity in my business.”

Anton gave her a cutting glare. He didn’t believe a word she said.

She darted a quick look at the bride before leading Anton out of the church. The moment they were a safe distance away she whipped around. “I refuse to lose clients simply because I’m not married, engaged, or in a freaking stable relationship.”

“I fail to see why you need to wear a ring.”

“Because women who are engaged do not want a woman who is not engaged, married or at the very least in love planning the most important and romantic day in their life. The ‘those can’t do teach’ theory doesn’t work with wedding planners.”

“So what do you do when they ask about him?”

“Honestly? I describe whatever actor I’m infatuated with at the moment. I make my comments quick and simple. The women are so focused on their plans for their big day that one or two statements close the deal.”

Anton looked at her for long seconds before bursting into a rich laugh. “That’s horrible and unfair. It’s also quite diabolical. I still don’t like the idea of you pretending to be engaged. I don’t think it’s going to end well. I’m starting, and I do mean starting, to understand why you feel the need to it, but let me tell you one thing, sister. If’ you’re not careful, you’ll regret the day you told those budding bridezillas you’re engaged.”

I am going to kick Itunes ass. Why you ask? Because they haven’t uploaded the latest episode of Supernatural and I need my Dean Winchester fix. See, I don’t have cable and refuse to install even the local networks since my productivity plunges when I have television. So instead I have Itunes season passes and Netflix. So far, Netflix gets an A. Itunes…. Well, I’m officially upset.

Thank god I’m going out partying with the girls tonight. Might even break in my latest pair of heels= 4 inch black, shiny leather pumps. They straddle the perfectly naughty line, but with my intended dress I just might cross it.

Off to do work. First, Business Associations, then Legal Professoins, and finally my WIPs. Lately I’ve been writing my ass off, so I’m doing pretty well on my stories. Whoohoo!

Okay, so I’m going to start off admitting that I’m a bad author. No, not that kind of a bad author. The other kind. As in naughty. Some of you are nodding your heads in agreement. What’s new? you’re asking yourself. Well, the reason

I’ve been writing. A lot lately. Yay!

Looking at my TBW (to be written) spreadsheet, the vast majority of my works in progress are novels. Double Yay!

This, however, means that I won’t be able to post a WIP snippet every Wednesday. So I’m changing the calendar so I’ll be posting WIP snippets every first and third Wednesday.

I’m guessing a number of you guys won’t like that. I understand.

The only thing I can say in response is that you will be getting more novels out of me. Hope that makes you feel a little better.

Anyways, now on to our regularly scheduled show. This snippet is from a short story I’m kind of working on. Kinda? Meaning as soon as I finish Sugar and Spice (which is coming along nicely) and Fantasy Man, I’ll devote my attention to it.

The tale is called “For the Love of Chocolate”. Love that title, don’t ya? The heroine is Kissa and the hero is Mischa. Just to give you some background information, Kissa and her four sisters are lost in Cherry Moon County, a county inhabited entirely by shifters. And the vast majority of the shifters are males. *grin* I know! I’m wicked.

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It was official. Kissa was having the worst day of her life. She glanced at the clock behind the store clerk. It wasn’t even ten in the morning.

Kissa had gone through her carryon stock of chocolate the day before, and the only thing keeping her from going postal was the thought of purchasing a crate of every kind of chocolate Hershey had ever created.

He was seriously messing up her plan and he didn’t seem to have the sense of mind to know it. She fought the urge to tell him the safety of his whole community was at stake and politely asked her question again. “Is there no where, within… thirty miles where I can get some chocolate?”

He scratched the beard that was just coming in and appeared to look pensive. With each question, Kissa widened her scope. Four questions ago, she had been looking for someplace that sold chocolate within walking distance. Now she was desperate.

The clerk lowered his head. “Can’t seem to think of any.”

A county with no chocolate? They weren’t middle of nowhere hicks. They were barbarians.

He scratched his head. “Well, there is one guy who does have chocolate now that I think about it.”

Kissa perked up and swore she would take back the plague she’d heaped upon his unborn descendants. “Yeah?”

“He has this small eatery. It serves food and desserts.”

“Desserts?” Oh, if he was right, she was going to repeal that curse on his sex life.

He scrunched his face up in consternation. “Yeah, and from what I hear some of them included chocolate.”

Kissa damn near leapt up and kissed him. “Where is this store?”

He shrugged. “Never been there.”

Both the plague and curse returned double fold. “Do you happen to know anyone who might know where this store was?” she asked as she felt a migraine coming on. She was at the end of her line emotionally and she was desperate for a sweet fix. If he didn’t give her something to work with…

His face brightened. “Well, Mischa would know.”

It was worse than pulling teeth, but at least they were getting somewhere. “And this Mischa, where is she?”

“Mischa is a he.”

She turned slowly to find a mountain of a man standing behind her. It was the same man who had shown her the motel the previous night. “Uh…hi,” she muttered through suddenly parched lips. There was just something about the tall, dark, painfully handsome man that made her mouth dry and her knees weak.

She hated the feeling.

“Hi, Ms. Kissa.”

She blinked at the sound of her name on his thick, rough voice.

A man’s voice.

A real, dangerous man’s voice.

Lord, have mercy!

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Please bear with me. This is a really, rough draft, but I wanted to introduce you to the characters. Until next time…

So, today I’m not feeling so hot, which is the reason I’m posting this later than normal.  The snippet is also going to be shorter than normal. Couldn’t read over a longer bit, but I think I’ve got a great snippet here. So it might balance out. This is from a release that won’t come out until 2009. It’s currently unedited so bear with me. It’s called Laid in Show. Hope you like it.

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“She’s not normally so friendly. I guess she recognizes her father.”

River’s body stilled as his golden gaze snapped to Lark’s. “I didn’t know you thought of me in that way.”

“You are the one who gave her to me.”

River watched her face for several seconds before speaking. “Where are you staying?”

“The family loft.”

“The same one you stayed in while we were at Columbia?”

“Yes.”

“Are you free for dinner tonight?”

Lark shook her head. There was no way she could go to dinner with him. That much time near a straight male in his prime would be asking for trouble. “No. I…already have plans.”

River took two steps towards her, his eyes glowing so brightly they resembled gold.  He was riled up.

“Cancel them, Lark.”

“I…I can’t. I’m preparing Marilyn for tomorrow.”

The amber light in River’s gaze darkened, becoming a burnt gold. He had passed the riled up point and was simply angry. “You keep pushing me away despite the fact that I’m supposed to be your friend.”

“You are my friend,” she said quickly, trying to placate the beast.

“Then, I’ll see you at seven.” He pivoted on his heel and strode away from her. “Seven o’clock,” he threw over his shoulder as he walked away.

Lark stared at him dumbfounded. River was no longer the boy she remembered, and she didn’t know how she felt about that.

Until next time…