Blog Hops

Six of the Best – How Do You Feel About the Strong, Silent Type?

Welcome to my home on the ‘net! I’m participating in the Six of the Best Hop once again, this week bringing you six paragraphs (very short, paragraphs, in fact) from my erotic, spanking romance book The Strong, Silent Type. It tells the story of convenience store clerk, Mae Weston, and Police Chief Drake Stillwater. It all starts with Mae thwarting a store robbery…

Cover: Strong, Silent TypeHer eyes–light violet eyes–flicked to him, back to the person on the floor, and then back to him.

He spoke more gently. “Put it down on the counter, Ms. Weston. Then step back.”

Her look went back to the floor. “He might not be dead.”

“I’ll check once you put the gun down. Do it. Do it now.

She remained completely focused on her target. “You’ll shoot him if he tries anything?”

He kept his voice calm, soothing. “I’ll keep you safe. I don’t want to tell you again.”

To read the extended excerpt, go here. The book blurb and buy links are on this page. Or you can follow the link above and go right to the Amazon page. Take a look at the page of your choice, and then hop along to the other Six of the Best authors’ sites. Thank you for joining me today!

Six of the Best – Amiko’s Adjustments

amiko - Master of TwoYou’ve met Kevin, Ross and Renee; now meet Amiko, the linchpin on which the adventure in Master of Two turns. In this free short story on my site, you’ll find out where Amiko comes from, what drove her to become Kevin’s second girl, and why it suits her so well. I’ll warn you, though, this is an erotic, BDSM story, meant for those 18+ and does have some difficult concepts. It’s the last of the stories meant as companions to Master of Two

Here are my six paragraphs:

Paris! Finally, to be away from the convent, away from confinement and poverty.

She turned to hail a cab and was nearly felled by a man moving quickly through the throngs. Her purse, the only link between her and her new life as a student at the Sorbonne, left with the thug at a much greater rate than he had approached. Screaming, cursing, pleading, Amiko ran after the thief to no consequence. Suddenly, a large man came out of the crowd ahead and stuck out a beefy arm to halt the criminal.

Amiko’s papers, her small funds, addresses, proof of scholarship, everything that her life hinged upon was saved by this one act of heroism. To say that she was grateful to the man was a gross understatement. Innocently, she praised the big man who introduced himself as Marc Maroten. Ami further explained her circumstances to him, telling him in her academic French, that she had only just arrived in Paris for the first time and would be seeking lodging near the University. Classes were due to start in three weeks. Did he know of a modest boarding house she might find near there?

Marc had immediately offered the lovely nineteen-year-old a suite in his home. He told her that he was a bachelor living in an old house that was really too big for him alone and yet was too valuable to be sold at the current market prices.

Master of TwoOver lunch, fascination for the man easily overcame Amiko’s reluctance to take such offers from strangers. He was large, but muscular, and well-groomed, with a dark beard and moustache and deep, deep brown eyes. His smile was engaging, and his sense of humor was universal. As it turned out, he owned an import/export business in Paris and had done considerable business in Japan. The smattering of Japanese he’d picked up worked into the conversation to help Amiko’s French.

In time, her fascination for Marc grew beyond her ability to restrain her curiosity. Staying in his home was comfortable, and though he was often busy and away, whenever he was home he was affectionate and teased her in ways she’d never experienced before. At first shy, Amiko learned accidentally that her nudity brought her greater attention from the big man, drawing his eyes as she walked from the bathroom to her bedroom one afternoon when she thought he was out. She’d gone beet red with embarrassment that time, but couldn’t seem to help herself and found herself seeking more opportunities to tease his gaze toward her.

I hope you enjoyed this taste of Amiko’s experiences. You will find more in the free short story, “Amiko: Adjustments” right here.

To get more great introductions to books and characters you’ll be fascinated about, hop along at the following links.

Six of the Best — The Ultimate Bad Boy

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Hello! Following on my Six of the Best from last Sunday, and part of my Book Gourmet on Thursday, I’m sharing six paragraphs of another free BDSM short story, “Ross: Unpredictable.” Ross is the ultimate bad boy. He’s got attitude, swagger, and a very well hidden heart. He comes from a rough background and learned early on how to hide behind a tough demeanor.

Warning: adult language ahead.

Ross - UnpredictableHere, for Sunday’s Six of the Best, are six paragraphs from this free short story:

It was too-fuckin-early-o’clock, but Ross Adler had to get out of bed and get to work on a stakeout. Being a private investigator was nothing like the adventure and glamour of “Magnum, PI” or “Rockford Files.” It was about having a telephoto lens to take pictures of cheating husbands and wives, poring over public records trying to find people’s former high school sweethearts, and pawing through garbage cans for kiddie porn and damning financial records. He knew the job was going to be a pain-in-the-ass when he decided to go into it, but it happened to be a very lucrative vocation if you were careful which clients you took on, and if you were good at getting results. That didn’t make it less of a pain, just more of a self-induced one. He could live with that; his Swiss bank account was proof.

Ross didn’t like being led around by anyone or anything. He’d had enough of that when he was in the Marines. There was always some snot-nosed captain who had some unrealistic expectation for his special ops unit. By the time Ross made twenty-five years in SOP and had reached the highest rank he thought he could achieve in the non-commissioned corps, he’d had enough. His recon and infiltration skills had been very useful when he chose to take mercenary work all over the Middle East after leaving the service, so he couldn’t knock those long and colorful years in the military.

But, at the same time, he had nightmares still, even after five years out of the military. He’d done some things as a Marine that would make the average person run screaming from the room. They were necessary things and he’d loved it at the time. It was exciting, dangerous and, for some of his fellow unit soldiers, lethal. The nightmares, though, he could happily do without.

Before waking, he often dreamed about the hostages they’d covertly released. Sometimes those people were in very bad shape. They were broken and embarrassingly grateful for being released from hell. The truth was, he didn’t give a fuck for the victims. Ross was doing his job and wouldn’t allow himself to get emotionally attached to anyone. With attachment, there was a long list of dangers and intelligence compromises. He didn’t want to go there.

It was hard, sometimes, though. There’d been one young woman they’d rescued who had been naked and screaming when they’d grabbed her and took her to safety. He’d given her his flak jacket and never got it back. Like it mattered. He scoffed at the idea. The woman, and her hysterical screaming, the way she’d fought them as though they were also her kidnappers, she lingered in his subconscious. There had been the rescue op and that was all. He didn’t care what happened to her—didn’t want to know, in fact.

There were lots of women, women who didn’t mind that he was a one-night-stand-only man. They wanted his dick and he wanted their pussy and that was all there was to it. That was the way it was supposed to be. The only women he chose to be around more often than that were special women. Women who didn’t mind that he had to be in charge of their relationship, who were eager to be humbled and kept poised on the edge. They stayed in line because they didn’t know how to predict him. He liked it that way.

Ross might rub you the wrong way, but the friction will grab you and that’s good. He’s an important co-star in my book, Master of Two, which is available on Amazon. But you can get a glimpse of the beginning of his BDSM life, right here in this short story, “Ross: Unpredictable”. The story is definitely BDSM and erotic, intended for adults 18+. You’ve been warned.

After you read it, don’t forget to hop around to the other authors’ sites. There’s always something interesting going on.