Melody is a newly created sex demon who is obsessed with AC/DC. Not unlike myself who uses AC/DC as my go to music to cure any bad mood. I love her sarcasm, her newly awakened interest in all things sexual, and her naivete in the seriousness of being a demon tasked with collecting souls.

The story opens with her having to go through a kind of job performance review. If you’ve ever sat through one of them you know how nerve wracking they are. This snippet starts at the tail end of that scene.

But before you get to the excerpt, how about a little mood music?

Excerpt:

“Melody, you have five days. Five days to meet this month’s quota, or else.” She didn’t want to know what the “or else” was. She knew for certain it would be far worse than anything she could imagine. “Do you really understand this is your final opportunity? Either you become the productive little Sex Demon you were made to be, or I’ll be forced to terminate your contract and turn you over to the gatekeeper for the appropriate eternal punishment.” He scribbled something in a folder and then slammed it shut.

She didn’t need to hear anything more. She may not want to steal the vile souls required of her, but the other option would be far worse. “Yes, sir, I understand.”

“Good girl.” His puffed up and twisted lips curved into a bit of a smile as she got up to leave. “You go on back home now and take care of business. Five days, Melody. I’m not kidding about this.”

Right. Five days to collect five souls, or I’m going to find out that hell does have more fury than a woman scorned.

Melody’s boss sent her away with a wave of his hand, hurtling her through a dense fog and rematerializing her in…water. “What the—?” She opened her eyes and found herself flat on her ass in the fountain outside her apartment building. “Hell’s bells.” She scrambled to her feet, pulling her micromini down over her exposed bottom as she did. “Harold, that is so not funny!”

“Who’s Harold, dear?” She jerked at the voice, looking up to see her neighbor Mrs. Mavis staring down her nose with a disapproving look. “Melody, what are you doing in the fountain? You’re going to catch a cold like that.”

Melody climbed out with her head high, trying not to think about her new Botticelli leather boots that were now ruined.

“It’s hot out here. I just needed to cool off.” She stepped from the fountain onto the walkway, trying to skirt her way around the nosy woman. But no, Mrs. Mavis blocked her way.

“Melody, it is not appropriate for a woman like you to go around dressed like—like that, especially after fooling around in our fountain.” Her brows drew together in a disapproving frown. “Look at yourself. You’re flashing your goods to everyone in that shirt.”

Melody glanced down and yep, sure enough with her white top soaking wet, her nipples poked at the material for all to see. Why did it have to be a big deal? It’s not like the world would end because Melody Evans’s hardened nips were visible.

“You needn’t worry, Mrs. Mavis, I’m headed home now to change.” Frustrated with the woman’s insistence on butting into her life, she wrapped her arms around her waist, effectively pulling the shirt tighter. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to get dry.” She’d tried to hold the sarcasm, she really had, but her meddlesome neighbor never let up. Mrs. Mavis glared. Her face flushed red and Melody thought smoke might billow from the woman’s ears any second.

“Ooh—” Mrs. Mavis’s breath swooshed and she took two steps back. “You’re a naughty girl.” Melody stood back up, shaking her head.

“Mrs. Mavis, you have no idea.” She stepped to the left, and this time Mrs. Mavis let her pass. The annoying woman gave her a hard time every chance she got, so of course, she couldn’t resist giving a little back whenever she could. Hell, it probably gave her something to talk about at her women’s group each week. She could just hear it now.

The devil has a hold on that one. Watch out for her; she’s on the highway to hell for sure.

Melody laughed all the way back to her apartment, shaking her head and sashaying her hips. She stopped and admired her fire engine red door before going in. The neighbors had gone ballistic when she’d painted it. However, five hundred extra dollars to her landlord last month had gotten her the permission she needed to paint it any damn color she wanted. But what really chapped their uptight asses was the new pitchfork doorknocker she had added just last week. She couldn’t help herself. It was too easy.

She eased into her apartment, soaking in the heat as it flashed across her chilled skin. With a little twist of power, she turned on the stereo that sat on her dining-room table. The whole place flooded with the blaring rock and roll of AC/DC belting out “You Shook Me All Night Long.” Her heartbeat picked up, matching the tempo of the song as she removed the wet T-shirt and tossed it to the laundry pile in the corner. Her hips wiggled to the beat as she shimmied out of the tight wet skirt and added it to the pile. She kept the heat set at a comfortable one hundred and four degrees, and it warmed her while she removed her boots and peeled off her ruined thigh-highs. Ever since she became a demon, she couldn’t keep warm enough. That was one of the few things she enjoyed when making trips down there.

Naked, she danced around the room, forgetting her responsibilities and focusing on the thrumming need between her legs. Her fingers smoothed across the baby soft skin of her belly to the nest of blond curls covering her sex. She delved through the wet folds and rubbed the hood of her clit with the pad of her fingertips, arching into her hand, reaching for more friction. The music, the heat, the sensations all swirled in her head leading her down the wicked path of self-indulgence she loved so much. She kneaded her hard clit between her thumb and forefinger, rough the way she needed, and moisture flooded her pussy, coating her fingers.

Sensual energy buzzed through her blood as her climax approached. The music pounded in her veins, heightening the pleasure. With her free hand, she pinched and massaged her nipples, alternating between her breasts.

“Oh yes. Yes!” Finally.

As her body shook with a small tremor signaling the imminent explosion, a cold freezing blast struck her full force, halting her hands and sensations.

Melody, five days. Five souls. Focus.

Harold’s voice in her head brought her crashing back down. Nooo. The satisfaction her soul screamed for had been denied once again. “Aahh,” she snarled in frustration. “Harold, you are such a prick.”

Now cold and disappointed, she headed for the shower. Time to dress for the mission, get a damn soul, and get Harold off her back. While she showered, she contemplated where she would hunt for a victim today. The seven deadly sins weren’t hard to find. She lived in Charlotte, after all. And with Halloween approaching, lots of parties with costume contests, alcohol galore, and wall-to-wall potentials engaging in all sorts of depraved activities were in abundance. In fact, she’d overheard a group of people talking about a new club in town.
Hmmm. What was the name of it? Dungeon something. A new BDSM club. That ought to be interesting. Melody sat down in front of her computer to do a little search and find what she needed.

“If you want blood, you’ve got it.”

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For today’s black moment theme I am posting a small excerpt from my latest release, Lucas. This is the beginning of when things really start to fall apart for him and is between he and his brother, Kane. (Kane’s book will be out at the end of April)

Lucas Excerpt:

Sensing Kira’s distress, Lucas picked up speed. He’d been trying for hours to talk to her and she refused to answer. His frustration had long ago turned into anger and he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her. It was time they had a serious talk. He was her mate, and she couldn’t jerk him around like this. They needed to come to an understanding, no matter how temporary. He didn’t know many details about how the mating call affected her kind, but the felines of his clan were restless and desperate to fuck until it was over. Kira seemed far more irrational and his instincts told him he was missing something.
Bursting into the clearing, he came to a sudden halt at what he saw. His brother standing there in the open with his pants down around his ankles and his wet, swollen cock jutting out.
Growling, Lucas warned Kane of his presence. “What the hell is going on here? Where is Kira? You said you’d found her.” Lucas turned around, searching the area for Kira. Her scent was everywhere, including… Slowly turning back to Kane, he realized just what had been happening here. A murderous red haze flowed through his brain. His heart pumped faster as the anger spread throughout his entire body, leaving him edgy and ready to spring. He could kill Kane for this.
“No, brother, it’s not what you think.” Lucas stalked closer as Kane grabbed his jeans and fastened them back into place. “Something is wrong with Kira. She thinks Lara is alive and that you and her are planning to control Kira’s powers.”
“What?” His body stilled. “That’s ridiculous. Where would she get a crazy idea like that?” He raised his eyebrows in question, pointedly looking at Kane. “And what the hell does that have to do with you standing here with your pants down and a stiff dick hanging out?”
Kane stood speechless as the precious seconds ticked by.
Of course he was. What could he possibly say that would explain his actions around Lucas’ mate just moments ago? Hell, Lucas would never understand no matter what happened. One minute his brother had been helping him find a frightened and skittish Kira and the next…this. Even worse, for a split second when he’d spotted him, Kane had bore the familiar look of pleasure Lucas had seen many times before when they’d shared women. He’d been fucking enjoying whatever she did. Lucas wondered if he’d even bothered to try and stop it.
With the undiluted rage rushing through his body, Lucas peeled his lips back in a snarl, revealing razor sharp fangs to his brother. Fucking with another shifter’s mate under any circumstance could get a man killed. And rightly so. Even if he was family.
“Something is seriously wrong, Lucas. She wasn’t acting like herself. I’ve never seen a woman so frantic in my whole life.”
“And what about you, brother? Were you acting?” Lucas’ voice vibrated with anger as he took another step closer.
“I’m sorry, she took me by surprise but I should have handled the situation better. I think she needs our help.”
Taking a few steps closer, Lucas struck out, punching him straight in the face and sending Kane sprawling across the clearing.
“Stay the fuck away from my mate.” Lucas turned back in the direction he’d come and stormed away. He couldn’t look at his brother right now, not unless he wanted to live with the guilt of murder for the rest of his life. The beast in him clawed and fought against his will to do the right thing. He had to leave before he did something he would never be able to take back.

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I’m back with Saturday Snippet and today’s theme is Dumped. Going through the stories I have I found that I haven’t written a lot about characters being dumped. Some in their past have had relationship issues though, so that’s what I am going to draw on today.

Submissive Secrets was about love lost and then refound many years later. You don’t get dumped much worse than when you’re getting married and that’s exactly what happened between these two. So here is a short snippet into their future after being dumped.

Snippet:

He’d known Carli finding him naked in her bed would likely unnerve her, but he didn’t expect this much reaction.

God, she felt good.

He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to tear her clothes from her athletic body and force his throbbing dick up her juicy pussy. Releasing Carli’s mouth he trailed his lips along her jaw and neck nipping at her sensitive skin as he went. When he reached her breasts he rubbed his cheek against the cool silk of her shirt feeling her distended nipple. Carli arched her back into his touch begging for more.

Maintaining his grip on her wrists with one hand, Aidan reached underneath her shirt pulling the fabric out of his way exposing her bright rosy nipple. Instead of laving her gently with his tongue as she anticipated, he bit her nipple with a quick sharp bite. She didn’t protest his roughness, but instead surged against him, pleading for more.

Unfortunately, looking back up at her face, flushed with her arousal brought Aidan’s memories crashing back down. He remembered the last time he’d seen her and the pain of his heart splitting in two when she told him, just before their wedding, that she needed something more. Needed to travel. Needed to get away from him for a while. In the end the anger of her betrayal had won out and he’d opted to leave town.

Rifling through her personal belongings when he entered her home had brought out a need in him he thought long buried. As much as he wanted to fuck her mindless, he couldn’t do this. Couldn’t screw Carli now without thinking of the girl back then. The girl who crushed his heart, leaving him behind as she went to explore the world. As his lust subsided, cold anger took its place. He released her arms and stood. He had a job to do and reliving old times with Carli would only fuck that up.

He turned his back on her as he reached to the floor for his discarded jeans. Quickly pulling them up not even bothering to button them before turning back around to face her. The expression on her face remained blank but her eyes sparked with repressed emotion.

“I can’t do this, Carli.” His gut tightened at the pain he saw flicker across her face.

She looked up at the ceiling and tunneled her fingers through her long chestnut locks, probably trying to get control of her body just as he did.

With a pronounced sigh she nailed him with a steely stare. “Why are you here, Aidan? What brings you back to my bed after all these years?” she bit out, her voiced laced with cold sarcasm.

Boldly lying back against the pillows, she crossed her arms behind her head, further baring her breast to him and waited for his answer.

“I’m here on assignment. I need your cooperation.” He paused waiting for her reaction that never materialized.

Oh, she’s good. Very good at keeping her cool when it counted.

Aidan knew Carli had tried several times over the last couple of years to find him as his organization kept tabs on that kind of information. But, he didn’t want to be found. If not for this mission, he would never have returned to this old town. Aidan didn’t need the physical reminder of where he came from or the circumstances in which he had left. The sooner Aidan got the information he needed from Carli the sooner he would be out of here. In the meantime he had no intention of letting her get to him. No one got to him anymore. Her leaving him taught him how to build barriers to shield his heart. At least he could thank her for that.

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A group of authors have begun a fun new blog event called Snippet Saturday, where each week the authors post a themed snippet from one of their books and then links to the other authors in the group and their snippets. While I may not be able to participate every Saturday, I will when I can.

A First Kiss

Quinn grasped her wrist and flipped her around to face him.
His amber eyes pierced through her with a heated intensity as he
watched her reactions. “You come here week after week and
stand here looking down at us as we work. Do you think we
don’t notice the longing on your face? The way your body
squirms as we wrap more and more rope around the girls who
ask us to? Why are you torturing yourself? Or should I
say…what are you waiting for?”

She closed her eyes to his questions, searching for an
adequate answer when she knew there was none. How could she
deny the truth? “I admire your work. What’s wrong with that?”
His fingers gently grasped her chin and raised her head back
up, forcing her to look at him. “We see you, Katie, we know
what you need. Why do you hide here?”

She bristled against his words, shame heating her face.
“I’m not hiding, Quinn, I’m just observing. I’m here and I’m
alone, yet no one ever approaches or speaks to me. Which is
fine, but don’t tell me that I’m hiding. What am I supposed to
do? Throw myself at someone?”

A grin split Quinn’s handsome face, revealing the beautiful
smile she loved so much. She always noticed how happy his job
made him and she envied him that feeling. Some ties were more
intense than others as evidenced by the hard lines of his face
when he concentrated or the occasional bulge in his pants when a
willing female turned him on. It was those moments when she
had fleeting thoughts of both him and Leo taking her for their
own. The popular riggers were frequently gossiped about around
Purgatory, and word was they had a great time playing the scene
together but hadn’t taken a submissive of their own for a very
long time.

“You don’t have to get defensive with me, babe. I’m not
sure what’s wrong with the men in this club, letting you spend
all your time alone. Their loss is my gain, though.” He leaned
closer, his lips a breath away from her own. The sharp tang of
citrus filled her nostrils and she imagined he’d just come from a
break where he would have eaten an orange. Did he realize even
the way his hands peeled the skin from an orange could turn a
woman inside out?

Katie sucked in a slow breath, afraid to move. She worried
he would kiss her as much as she worried that he wouldn’t. She
was in a mood tonight, and watching the play stations hadn’t
helped but instead stoked the flames inside her until, now
pressed against one of the men of her nightly dreams, she wanted
nothing more than to submit to his every whim. She ached with
the desire to be touched, to be tied, and to be fucked by Quinn
and Leo.

He edged a little closer, but instead of kissing her like she
expected, he stroked her lips with his tongue. A gentle touch
that was more like a taste than a kiss. He leaned into her until
they were pressed together from hips to breast, and his erection
was unmistakable pushed against her belly and pelvis. His hot
tongue licked at the corner of her mouth and along the seam of
her lips. She opened farther on a soft sigh but he only continued
his exploration.

Her own arousal went off the charts as she rolled her hips
against his. A low growl sounded in his throat and he pulled his
head back from hers. “Careful, Katie. For a girl who professes
to being happy alone, your body is quickly making a liar out of
you.”

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