​Andi Thomas has a problem. These days her boyfriend seems distant, and selfish in the bedroom. Add on the fact that he doesn’t respect her job as a mechanic because she’s a woman. To make matters worse, a gorgeous stranger moves in next door, and he’s everything her boyfriend isn’t. What’s a woman to do when she’s had enough?
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When Darren Holloway discovers the fiery vixen next door is the very person he’s been looking for, he’s caught between his need to strike a business deal, and the immediate urge to have her. He finds himself falling for Andi fast . . . and finding interesting ways to convince the beautiful grease monkey that he’s the one thing she’ll never have to fix.

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Andi stood dumbfounded in the steamy room, her gaze locked on a naked man behind the blurry shower curtain. Although she remembered giving another tenant heck for spying on men in such a situation—she suddenly understood the temptation. As she admired the exquisite cut of sinewy muscle, bronzed skin, and his graceful movements, hot moisture of arousal—hotter than the steam rising up and out from behind that shower curtain—formed between her legs. Being caught ogling his sexy body might be an offense punishable by law, but she couldn’t think of one reason why it wouldn’t be worth it.

“I was wondering when you’d show up.” His voice lingered like a wet caress in the room.

She shivered involuntarily as a hot blush—not caused by the steam—worked its way into her cheeks. Andi could swear she recognized the voice of the man but couldn’t be sure, and she was still pissed off enough about her foot not to care.

The riveting sight of this man working the washcloth all over his honed body definitely wasn’t helping her sexual matters. She could honestly jump in there with him and simply beg for him to help her achieve an orgasm, then kindly allow him to go on his way and forget about her.

Her gaze drifted up and down a dozen times as she watched his graceful movements, the water spraying over him, washing away the dirt from a night’s work, or maybe the sweat and bodily fluids caused by a night of ravishing some lucky woman.

She shuddered from the thought of being the one he mounted, their bodies slapping and bucking against each other.

Those wicked images disappeared into something else when the fragrance of vanilla-scented soap enveloped her, consumed her. A new vision came to life, one of her neighbor—and of her working the soap over his body until her hands came into contact with his cock . . .

“You might as well pass me a towel. I wasn’t expecting you so early. Horny little thing, aren’t you?”

Andi didn’t have time to react to his outrageous comment before a big hand reached around the shower curtain as if to grab her. She jerked back, rushed over to the bench, grabbed the only towel that was sitting out, and threw it in the direction of his hand.

Torrid thoughts of grasping his wet ass cheeks through the curtain taunted her to be a bad girl, to forget propriety and her reputation.

He moved the towel down inch by agonizing inch.

She watched . . . mouth agape . . . lips dry.

It was madness. She should leave, but she stood there, glued to the floor. Her gaze moved with the motion of his towel as he dried his crotch. Andi swallowed, completely fixated on his cock. The steam in the room seemed overwhelming. Yes, that must be it. The steam. She wiped a hand over her brow and took several deep breaths.
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“Would you like to join me?”

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​Andi Thomas has a problem. These days her boyfriend seems distant, and selfish in the bedroom. Add on the fact that he doesn’t respect her job as a mechanic because she’s a woman. To make matters worse, a gorgeous stranger moves in next door, and he’s everything her boyfriend isn’t. What’s a woman to do when she’s had enough?

When Darren Holloway discovers the fiery vixen next door is the very person he’s been looking for, he’s caught between his need to strike a business deal, and the immediate urge to have her. He finds himself falling for Andi fast . . . and finding interesting ways to convince the beautiful grease monkey that he’s the one thing she’ll never have to fix.

UNDER THE HOOD releases July 30th, 2020!

​How do you celebrate a divorce? Join a sex club!

Sasha Borden is two weeks away from being a free woman, and free she certainly wants to be. What better way to rejoice her new life than joining an underground sex club, where strangers meet for a night of flesh-filled fantasy?
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At Sinful Epiphany any and every wish can be fulfilled while identities are always kept secret. As Sasha embarks on her naughty rendezvous with a stranger, one night of stripped inhibitions could lead to sexual euphoria, or something even more sinful . . .

EXCERPT:

​Sasha slipped the mask on and waited for further instruction.

“Your dress, Madame.”

“My dress, what?” Her voice sounded completely different behind the full-faced mask.

He chuckled. “The dress must be removed. All ladies wear a red silk negligee, and the men wear black silk boxers. Once you reach the end of the hallway, you will take the stairs to your right where your gentleman caller awaits.”

Holy fuck. This is it.

With no words to give him, Sasha nodded as she pulled the straps of her sundress over her shoulders, letting the garment drift down to pool at her feet. She kicked it up, grabbed the material from her foot, and handed it to him. He winked and dropped her dress over his forearm, then swept his hand out, gesturing to the other end of the hall. She stared at the darkness beyond the hallway. It seemed ridiculous standing here in nothing but her heels and negligee and a full mask, but somehow it excited her as well, for already she felt a dampness between her legs. What would her family think if they knew she was here? Poor Mom would have a heart attack and probably call the cops--just as Elisa suggested. She shuddered, wondering what Gage would think of her behavior. He’d probably burn the place down, or at the very least, beat up all the men in attendance. But what she chose to do with her life was no longer his business or his concern, and it was high time Sasha realized that as well. She was alone now and in control of her life.

The soft click of her heels were in tune with the classical music echoing through the stunning mansion. As she made her way to the foot of the stairs and looked up . . . there, on the landing, stood her gentleman caller.

She paused as her breath hitched and her skin tingled. Her lover had a body made from manual labor or maybe he worked out at a gym every day, either way, he appeared hard as granite. Black silk boxers encased strong, corded legs and the full-faced black mask hid everything but his eyes which were nearly as black as the mask. Sasha swallowed, suddenly nervous, yet turned on at the same time. Did she have the courage to ask for what she wanted? Yes . . . you do. You need this.
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As if sensing her fear, the man lifted his arm, crooked his finger . . . and like a kitten drawn to milk, Sasha took the stairs toward Phoenix.

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