Finders by Amy Romine

Finders

Finders Ghost Hunting #1

by Amy Romine

Genre: Paranormal Romance Thriller 

When an expert Demonologist meets a Reality Show Producer on the Ghost Hunting Show Finders, sparks of true love fly so brightly even the Devil takes notice.

Demonologist, Luke Melloy has seen the face of pure evil. He’s fought it and sent it back to hell. It’s what he does. To Claire Westin, ghosts and demons are just great television and good for ratings. When faced with the truth Luke has seen, her reality is turned upside down as the two are swept into dire straits moments after they meet. Desire sparks between the unlikely pair, throwing their hearts into chaos with a love neither expected nor wanted.

When the Demon targets an unsuspecting Claire with his wrath, Luke finds his focus split between his oath to God and the awakening of his heart. Together, can they face the ancient evil and defeat it or lose everything?

Luke and Claire watched Grant, and the doctor attempt to engage Kelsey. The teenage girl sat still, her gaze fixed on Claire.

“Claire, come here,” Luke said motioning for Claire to join him on the other side of the room. “Slowly.”

Claire complied. Luke watched the girls’ eyes track Claire’s movement like a hunter tracking its prey.

“Luke,” Claire gasped, and Luke focused.

Claire’s usually clear eyes were fogged. He took her hand and discovered she was cold to the touch, as cold as when he’d pulled her out of the well.

“Just focus on me,” Luke said, squeezing her hand and knocking on the window between the rooms. A tingling sensation pulsed through Luke’s body. Consciously pushing the energy to Claire, he drank in the experience while taking deep breaths. Claire’s eyes cleared, and her hand warmed. “Better?”

She nodded. At the same moment, the door opened. Grant entered the small room, his eyes immediately focusing on their joined hands. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just got a little light-headed,” Claire said, releasing Luke’s hand.

Luke shot a look at Grant. “How did it go in there?”

“She opened her eyes, and we thought we were getting somewhere, but then we lost it. Not sure what happened.”

“We might know,” Luke said.

Claire shot him a deadly look.

Luke explained what happened in the observation room.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“There’s only one way to know for sure,” Grant said, looking at Claire.

“What?” Claire asked.

“We need to test the theory,” Luke replied.

“How?”

“By putting the stimulus back in the equation. First in the observation room, and then in the room with Kelsey,” Grant said.

“You’re not serious?” Claire replied, turning away from the men.

“Claire, if Kelsey is attracted to you for some reason, we have to investigate and see where it leads,” Grant replied.

Claire ran her hands through her hair. She stood silent for a moment before turning and meeting Luke’s eyes. She seemed to be searching for something. An acknowledgment or reassurance? He couldn’t give anything to her and looked away.

“Claire, there’s something you need to know,” Grant said.

Luke’s stomach dropped. Listening to Grant explain to Claire what had happened at the hospital when they found her in Kelsey’s room made him physically ill. He kept his focus elsewhere, not wanting to watch Claire’s reaction to the news. The incident was his fault. He should be able to protect her.

“Fine,” Claire said. “Yeah, okay, let’s see what happens.”

Luke turned, seeing the determination in her eyes.

Grant returned to Kelsey’s room and quietly informed the doctor Luke would be entering the room next, then stepped into the hallway and motioned to Luke. The two men switched places.

Luke stepped in, noting how cold the room felt compared to the hallway. “Hello, Kelsey, my name is Luke Melloy. I want to speak with you about Crestwater Church.” The girl lay motionless. “Kelsey, can you hear me? We’re here to help you, but you have to tell us what happened. We went to Crestwater. I gotta tell you, Kelsey, the church is a pretty creepy place. I would understand if you’re hesitant about sharing your experiences.” Luke took her hand. “Kelsey, you’re safe here in the hospital. Surrounded by people who are here to help you through this trauma.”

The door opened. Grant walked into the room, followed by Claire. Luke shook his head.

The doctor audibly sighed, “I want to thank you for trying. Your help is sincerely appreciated.”

“It is our pleasure,” Luke replied, watching Claire and Grant approach the bed.

Kelsey lay quietly, the shadows of her face dark and haunting despite the harsh hospital lights. Luke watched her closely while alternating his focus on Claire.

Nothing.

Silence.

Luke looked to Grant and then Claire. Claire exhaled a deep breath, the warmth of her breath mixing with a sudden iciness in the air. He switched his focus to Kelsey, whose eyes opened. The skin of her expression tightened against the bones of her face. Her eyes stared out with a menacing black glare. The room filled with the stench of death and sulfur.

“Kelsey?” Luke said. A guttural, yelping laugh of malevolent spite and rage emanated from the thin girl’s physical form. “Who are we speaking with, if not Kelsey?”

“He who is not him or her. He who will make the dripping climax of blood at your feet,” the Demon within Kelsey replied, licking its lips while looking at Claire.

An unearthly scream filled the room. Claire. Her face ashen and eyes wide in terror, she stumbled back. Grant moved to catch her, and Luke re-focused.

“God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, I appeal to your holy name, humbly begging your kindness, that you may graciously grant me help against this unclean spirit now tormenting this creature of yours, through Christ our Lord.”

“Save her, Luke. Save her as you did Daniel!” the Demon cried. The room shook, the lights flickering.

“I armor myself today with the power of the Most Holy Trinity, in the oneness of God, Creator of the universe. I armor myself today with the baptism of Christ, His crucifixion and resurrection, His ascension and glorious second coming.”

“There is no hope for her light! It is already marked with the seed of Belial!”

“I armor myself today with God’s guidance to direct me, God’s might to sustain me, God’s wisdom to instruct me, God’s word to give me speech, God’s shield to protect me, God’s army to defend me, against the snares of demons, against the lure of vices, against all who plot me harm.”

“Centum quinquaginta animas sedem formabis radicibus!” the Demon spat out with a low growl.

As quickly as the episode began, it ended. Luke checked the room. Claire stood shielded within Grant’s protective arms, while the doctor huddled in the corner of the room.

Shit.

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About the Author

Amy Romine has always wanted to be one of the good guys. From playing Charlie’s Angels in the backyard of her Macungie, PA home as a child to the pages of her unending projects, Amy has always dreamed of adventure and romance. Her need to make the characters truly deserve their happiness takes us on many a twisted journey. From serial killers to demons, Amy holds nothing back in the name of true enduring love.

A mother of three, Amy has spent the past sixteen years working in Operations for Ricoh America’s Corporation. She is an avid movie fan and enjoys books, television, theater, her dog Pip and all things romance.

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Wards of Women by Denise N. Wheatly!

They bought men from a prison to fulfill their every need. What could possibly go wrong with such a simple little purchase?

WARDS OF THE WOMEN introduces three desperate girlfriends who, on the surface, appear to have it all, but underneath are in the midst of various crises. Mysterious deaths, extortion, straying husbands and illegitimate children have suddenly overtaken the lives of Violet Christianson, Shayne Wentworth, and Fifi Gentry. Eventually, when Violet becomes fed up with all of their circumstances, she does what any sensible woman would do—blackmails the state prison warden into letting each of them buy an inmate from the jail for their own personal fulfillment. But never in their wildest dreams did they imagine all the chaos that would ensue from a simple little purchase…

EXCERPT:

Violet Christianson was a woman who knew what her name meant to most. Perfection. Everyone either wanted her, wanted to be her, or simply wanted her to go away.

Violet considered herself to be the most beautiful woman on her block, and never missed an opportunity to ponder her stunning image. At five-eight, she kept her lean, size two figure draped in outrageously expensive designer clothing at all times. Her dazzling, widespread hazel eyes were framed with long, lush lashes. Her retroussé nose had finally been perfected after several invasive surgeries. Her soft, plump lips accentuated high cheekbones when they puckered. Her raven hair swung so low that she could practically sit on it.

Violet’s husband, Elliot, was rich. The richest man on the block, to be exact. Elliot worked as a real estate developer and closed more big-money deals than a little bit. As a result, he allowed her to spend his money on whatever she wanted, and whenever she wanted. As he should have, considering how unsightly he was. Elliot’s pockmarked skin, hair plugs, bifocaled eyes, rat-like teeth, pot belly, and squat body were enough to send most into hysterics the moment they laid eyes on him. But Elliot was wise enough to hide his ghastly appearance behind his vast fortune. So by the time people noticed his looks, they’d already been so blinded by his Benjamins that his ugliness became a blur. Which is exactly how he said he wanted it.

Violet’s house was big. The biggest house on her suburban block, to be exact. It boasted a huge great room, six bedrooms, eight bathrooms, an Olympic-size pool, and even a room designated just for gift wrapping. The house had been designed by Jacques Lolique, interior decorator to the stars, which meant that her contemporary décor was nothing short of flawless—as was the house’s appearance, which was constantly being serviced by a small army of workers.

To top it all off, Violet was smart. Smart enough to have earned a doctorate in psychiatry. But rather than open a high-end practice and service the rich and famous, she’d gone with her heart and decided to work with inmates at the local state prison.

Violet Christianson. Beautiful, lucky, and charitable. All the reasons why most people either wanted her, wanted to be her, or simply wanted her to go away.

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Denise N. Wheatley is a lover of romance, happy endings and the art of storytelling. She’s best known for her chick lit novel I WISH I NEVER MET YOU, which was published by Simon & Schuster in 2004. She has since traditionally published several novels and novellas, including contemporary, suspense and paranormal romance. She strives to creative characters who are strong, colorful and relatable, and tell entertaining stories that embody matters of the heart.

Denise received a B.A. in English from the University of Illinois at Chicago, the city where she was born and raised. She’s written screenplays and ghostwritten for some of your faves, and when she’s not sitting behind a computer, you can find her in a movie theater, on a tennis court, watching true crime television or chatting on social media.

Roping the Rancher

When Kit ropes the rancher, she’s in for the ride of her life.


Kit Morgan is Brokenhead’s sex therapist by day and
Dominatrix by night. While she never shies away from being
her true self, she rarely mixes business with pleasure until she
meets Greg Anderson, the owner of the only two horses in
this kinky two-horse town.
Submissive Greg longs to turn his ranch into a BDSM bed
and breakfast—a safe place to stay and play for those in the
kink lifestyle. He’s looking for a partner in life and business,
and he wonders if he’s found that in Kit.


Will they ride off into the sunset, or tie each other up in
knots?

Now available at eXtasy Books!

Enjoy this fun excerpt where Greg’s mother tricks him into attending therapy with her. Little does she know her “fix up” won’t work as this couple has already met!

EXCERPT:

“Yoo-hoo.” Trudy waved a hand in front of her face.
Kit blinked, noticing Trudy for the first time. “Hi,” she
repeated, then cleared her throat, attempting to return to a
more professional demeanour.
“Hey yourself,” Trudy said, stepping forward. “Greg
agreed to come with me today.”
“Indeed,” Kit murmured, extending her hand. “Nice to
meet you, Greg. Your mother has told me about you.”
“I’m sure she has.” Greg shook her hand briefly, then
dropped it like a hot potato. He brushed by her and walked
into the office.
As he passed by, she caught a whiff of his scent—a faint
odour of soap and hay. An outdoorsy combination she found
oddly intoxicating.
Trudy followed Greg inside, and Kit closed the door
behind them, then turned around only to find Greg staring at
her, his gaze piercing hers.
With her heart beating a mile a minute, she gestured
toward the couch. “Please sit down.”

Greg smiled and swept his arm to the side with a slight
bow. “Ladies first.”
Kit stood straight and walked with professional confidence
around the coffee table in the center of the office. Seating
herself in the plush chair where she always sat, she opened
her notebook and waited for mother and son to seat
themselves.
Trudy sat on the couch across from her. Greg plopped
down beside his mother and placed his hat in his lap.
“I notice you didn’t say she’s told you a lot about me,” Greg
stated without preamble.
Kit gestured between mother and son. “Well, according to
Trudy, the two of you don’t talk much, which would make it
difficult to tell me anything about you. And even if she did, I
keep everything in confidence.”
“Good to know.” The corner of his mouth twitched, and
the sexy smirk made her stomach quiver.
Kit felt her cheeks heat.
“You two going to get it on, or should we talk?” Trudy
interrupted.
Kit composed herself, then wagged a finger at Trudy. “You
asked for a session today to tell me all about your date this
past weekend. You could have given me a heads up that Greg
would be joining us today. I’ll have to charge you extra.”
Trudy waved a hand. “Girl, I could probably pay you in
cookies and you’d still see me.”
Kit shrugged. “Maybe, but chocolate chip cookies don’t
pay the mortgage. And there is such a thing as professional
courtesy.”
“Touché,” Trudy conceded. “I’m sorry I didn’t mention it.”
“Would you mind explaining why?” Kit asked.
A small snort got Kit’s attention. Greg was staring at them
with an amused expression on his face. “What?”
“This.” Greg waggled a finger between her and Trudy.

“This is great. I haven’t met a woman who isn’t flustered by
my mother’s wit.”
Kit batted her eyelashes. “I am a professional.”
“You think I’m witty, son?” Trudy placed her hand over
her heart. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Kit nodded at Trudy. “You are one of a kind.”
Trudy narrowed her eyes. “Is that a compliment?”
Before Kit could answer, Greg clapped his hands together.
“All right. I’ve got a ranch to get back to, so perhaps we can
get this session going. Mom, what is it you wanted to talk to
me about and felt better with Kit here?”
Trudy glanced at her wrist. “Well, would you look at the
time? I need to get going.”
Kit frowned in confusion. “What are you talking about?
You just got here, and besides, it’s your appointment.”
Greg heaved a sigh and folded his arms over his chest.
“Mom, you’re not even wearing a watch.”
Trudy scratched her wrist. “Huh… You’re right. It must be
my intuition telling me it’s time to leave.” She hiked her purse
onto her shoulder and stood. “You kids have a nice chat about
me, and we will discuss it next week.”
Surprised, Kit gaped as Trudy hurried from the office,
slamming the door behind her.
She turned to Greg. “What the hell just happened?”

Greg scratched at his head. “I don’t know. She told me she
wanted to discuss something with me, but she felt better
doing it at your office. Said she felt better with a professional
present.”
Kit muttered under her breath. “That woman will drive me
nuts one day…”
One of Greg’s eyebrows shot upward. “You’re talking
about my mother.”
Kit rolled her eyes. “As if you don’t know your own
mother.”

“You have a point.” He chuckled, lounging back into the
sofa, one arm on the backrest, long legs stretched out in front
of him. “There were times I thought she’d be the death of me.
Or I’d strangle her. But like you said—she is one of a kind.”
Kit swallowed hard, trying not to be affected by his sexy
sprawl on her couch. Moisture gathered in her pussy, and she
pressed her legs together, tugging down her skirt. “Well.” She
cleared her throat. “Your mom has paid in advance for this
session. Tell me how you’d like to proceed on her dime.”
“I find it incredibly hot that you don’t wear panties,” he
murmured.
She startled for a second, then zeroed in on him, her
Domme persona rising to the challenge. He needs to be taught a
lesson. Kit straightened her spine, intentionally thrusting out
her breasts and crossing one leg over the other slowly to give
Greg a good glimpse of what he wouldn’t be getting.
She noted Greg’s reaction to the red three-inch heels that
adorned her feet. She purposefully swung one leg for a
second, letting the moment drag out, and relished the way
Greg’s nostrils flared and his pupils dilated as he observed
her actions.
Kit stood, her feet shoulder-width apart, hands on hips,
and stared at him. Using her commanding voice, she said,
“Correction, slut. The proper response is, I find it incredibly
hot that you don’t wear panties, Mistress.”

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New Release – Prince of Sin by Cass Ford

Author Cass Ford wants to promote sex positivity! Read on to find out more and hear about her latest book!

The Fifty Shades trilogy opened the doors for erotic romance writers and readers like me, but there’s still plenty of shame surrounding women, sex and porn. With Prince of Sin, I wanted to continue the momentum. So I investigated the adult entertainment industry to learn more. What did I discover?

  • Awe-inspiring, sex-positive, passionate performers
  • Feminist and couple’s porn
  • Grimmer aspects, like inequality or the prevalence of scammers
  • Above all, porn is a business

Using my research, I created a fictional porn world to tell a playful, sultry love story. If you’ve ever viewed or read porn, I think you’ll enjoy it and hope you’ll check it out. But above all, instead of shame, I want women to feel pride. Sex is natural. Porn can be beautiful and pleasurable. So let’s discuss it! I definitely don’t have all the answers. But instead of suppressing or hiding our primal desires, let’s talk about sex (baby).L

PRINCE OF SIN – BOOK BLURB

When savvy gossip vlogger Morgan Sidney gets assigned the breakup of porn’s most illustrious couple, she strikes a deal with her boss—if she scores an exclusive, she’ll get promoted. So when the famous and flirtatious Prince of Sin offers to fulfill her three wildest sex fantasies, Morgan must decide whether she’ll keep things professional or surrender and explore her sensual side.

As someone who despises the media, why is Chase Prince spending time with a reporter? Clearly, he’s intrigued. But can a scorched sinner—and the biggest smut star around—let a fierce civilian enter his domain?

Prince of Sin takes readers beyond Tinseltown’s glossy Hollywood Hills to Silicone Valley—for a behind-the-scenes look at a sometimes bleak, always risqué world.

PURCHASE LINKS

AMAZON USA – http://tinyurl.com/princeusa

AMAZON CANADA – https://tinyurl.com/princeca

AMAZON UK – https://tinyurl.com/princeuk

AMAZON AUSTRALIA – https://tinyurl.com/princeaus

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Cass Ford began creating smoldering male protagonists when she was five years old and convinced her aunt that she had a hot and heavy kindergarten boyfriend. In grade school, she penned tales on her parents’ typewriter and by middle school sold her own love and gossip magazines to friends. As a preteen at sleepover camp, Cass often told playful, steamy bedtime stories to her bunkmates.

After earning her Bachelor of Journalism degree and several TV/film certificates, Cass continued to hone her passion for storytelling as a television development producer. Born and raised in Canada, she now resides in California.

CONTACT CASS FORD

Email – imcassford@gmail.com

Website – www.imcassford.com

Instagram – www.instagram.com/imcassford

Facebook – www.facebook.com/imcassford Twitter – www.twitter.com/imcassford

Fan Questions

After the book signing I held, I had more fan questions come in. I am taking the time to answer each one in video form and post them on IGTV and Youtube. Subscribe to my channels to stay up to date!

The first video I filmed focused on how I got into writing. After a health scare, I decided that I was the only one who could make my writing dream come true. I wasn’t very good, but I stuck with it and became an award-winning author.

The second video focuses on where I find inspiration and motivation to write. I talk about my internal motivation and discipline. If you have questions, please send them here in the comments, or through the contact form on my site. Thanks for checking it out!

A Novel Creation – Writing Workshop

Have a short story or novel you’d like to tell from beginning to THE END? Always wanted to write a book but weren’t sure how?
 
Join award-winning author Kellie Kamryn for a morning of creativity! Back with her popular workshop, she will cover basic plotting, breaking through creative blocks, self editing, dialogue, and sharing other writing resources to build your author toolbox. Space is limited so register early!
 
Participants may bring a story they are currently working on, or their idea to turn into a book. Please bring a notebook, pen, laptop, or other device to take notes or work on your manuscript. Appropriate for ages 15+. This workshop is not genre specific. Bring your best ideas and be motivated to create more!
 
Date: Saturday, December 1
Time: 10-12:30pm
Cost: $40
Deadline to register: November 28
Location: Cre8ery Gallery and Studio – 125 Adelaide St., Winnipeg
 
To register, email: kjkamryn@gmail.com
Payment must accompany registration and can be made through Paypal or eTransfer: kjkamryn@gmail.com or fill out the content form on my website.
(Refunds will not be given after November 28. If paying by eTransfer, use the password: writing) For other payment options, please contact Kellie at the above email.
 
Parking is two hours paid, then two hours complimentary in the downtown area.

What Am I Worth?

“They say if I care about myself

I’ll pay for this product, that gym membership

work hard and burn my candle at both ends to get ahead

oh, and don’t forget my beauty sleep because YOLO!

You. Only. Live. Once.

Is that living?

Same pattern, day after day –

Go to school, get a job, get married, have kids – here’s a box

fit yourself into it and don’t forget to be yourself.

My. Self.

Who am I?

Mother, Wife, Lover, Friend, Performer, personality without end…

Spiritually Stuck.

Move, Breathe, Heave something so I can feel deeper…

They ask: What do you do?’

How do you put a price on priceless work.

So I devalue myself because I don’t know what I’m worth.”

 

Full version of the new spoken word piece on YouTube.

 

A Novel Creation – Beta-readers, Critique Partners and more!

It’s important as an author to have fresh pairs of eyes look over your work once it’s completed. Other people see things you might miss, even though as authors we can be the most critical of our work. When I’m re-writing a book for instance, I have someone beta-read for me to make sure I’m not missing plot points, or to make sure I don’t have parts of the story that should have been deleted still in there!

Beta-readers are important because these are people you trust that are fans of the genre you write. They will be able to tell you what they liked, what they felt fell flat in your book, and give you good suggestions because they read so many books in the genre. If you don’t know any readers of your genre, I’m sure you know someone who loves books. An avid reader will be able to do the same because they know what makes a good story flow for them while they’re reading.

A critique partner differs from a beta-reader in that your critique partner is usually another author you trust to read your work – someone you know will give you good advice on plot points, editing, character development etc.

When I joined a writer’s organization, I met a lot of great authors at a conference and some of them became my critique partners for a time. Now that I’ve been published for a few years, I use beta-readers more often than critique partners, mostly due to the fact that I’m not a new author anymore, my confidence at being able to write a good story has increased, and I have great editors I work with on a regular basis with my publishing house. Nowadays, I want to know if a reader feels anything is missing for them, and I take their feedback and feel out how or if I want to change anything.

I get asked a lot to critique people’s work, and unfortunately these days my answer is ‘no’ for the simple fact that my writing schedule is busy. I do critique samples when I host workshops. My advice to authors is to join groups in-person or online. Be open to constructive feedback.  It’s difficult to have someone be critical of your work, but if you’re serious about being good at what you do, you need to be able to hear what others have to say about what you’ve written. Be wary of people who tear down your work. There is a difference in constructive feedback and picking apart everything you’ve done.

I recall the first time I hired an editor to edit one of the first books I’d ever written. It came back with so many red track-changes that at first I cried! Then I saw what she’d done, and I knew I could learn. I encourage everyone to love what you do, but step back and let others help you make your manuscript shine. Be open to how others view your work because there is so much to learn, and another perspective gives you a fresh view of what you’ve done. You do not have to always agree with a beta-reader or critique partner, but more often than not, if these people care about you, they will want you to become better.

Happy Writing!

~Kellie

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Begging for More

Begging For More – eXtasy Books

Summer is the perfect season to play.

Samantha Merry is excited her best friend, Jules Foley, will be joining her for a few days out at the country home her Dom, Davis, purchased for her. They’ve turned their country paradise into a playtime heaven for them and their friends, and Samantha has missed Jules something fierce. A little play time is first on the agenda, and she hopes to figure out a way to make Jules a permanent part of her relationship with Davis.

Davis Cathal never imagined himself in love with two women. When he arrives at the country home to find Samantha indulging in playtime with Jules, he quickly plans a scene for the three of them. Jules has chemistry with both him and Samantha. And as an added bonus—she’s a great sub. Unable to avoid the conversation with Samantha, he attempts to find the perfect way to talk to the love of his life about adding Jules as their third.

Will Samantha and Davis be able to communicate their desires, or will they be left begging for more?

 

EXCERPT:

Jules planted another kiss on Samantha’s lips. “I’m here for a few more days. I’d love to see what you’ve done with the place, especially the dungeon.”

They broke apart to swim up to the dock. A deep voice made Samantha’s heart skip a beat.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”

She looked up to see Davis kneeling at the dock’s edge, the sun glinting off his blond brush cut, making it look as though he had sparkles in his hair. A length of rope dangled from one hand. “Sir!” she exclaimed, excited to see him. “I didn’t hear you.”

His green eyes twinkled at her, and he nodded at Jules. “I’m not surprised you didn’t hear me, with all the fun you’re having.”

He extended a hand, and she took it. He hauled her out of the water, then assisted Jules in the same manner. Once both women were out of the water, Davis held up her collar.

Samantha bowed her head. “I only took it off so I wouldn’t get it wet.”

He lifted her chin with thumb and forefinger. “I know. You love this and never take it off if you don’t have to.”

Samantha beamed up at him and waited while he dried her off with a towel he’d brought, then secured the collar around her neck again.

Beside her, Jules sighed. “I’m sorry I didn’t comment on your collar earlier. It’s beautiful and suits you perfectly.” Another sigh escaped. “I want what you two have.”

Samantha blinked in surprise at her best friend. How could she think she didn’t share in their love? “Do you mean that you want a Dom of your own?” She took the towel from Davis and dried off Jules.

Jules’ cheeks colored, and she looked away. “Yeah… I suppose.” She made a wide sweeping gesture with her arms. “I mean, the parties you have, the play time you freely share with those you care about is…magical. I haven’t found this type of loving openness with anyone else.”

Samantha slung an arm over her shoulders, opened her mouth to speak, but didn’t know what to say, or rather how to best say it. She loved her friend. They enjoyed sex on occasion. She needed to discuss her feelings with Davis first.

Davis cleared his throat to get their attention. She turned her attention to him and saw that he was twirling the rope in his hand. Whatever idea he might have in mind, it made her cunt pulse. “Yes, Sir? How may we be of service to you?”

She heard Jules sigh in acquiescence beside her and knew in her heart that after whatever Davis had planned, she needed to talk to him.

Begging for More – eXtasy Books

 

A Novel Creation – Breaking Creative Blocks

On my Youtube channel, I created a short video with some ideas on how to break creative blocks that authors often face. Even though we are often told to sit our butt in the chair and write, we also have to get out of the chair once in a while to get our bodies moving! Making sure we exercise and eat, help fuel our bodies and keep our creative process flowing. Sometimes we may have other health issues for ourselves or our loved once, or perhaps day job stress is causing us to lose focus with our writing. When we take the time to deal with those things, often our creative flow comes back. It’s important not to lose faith in our writing abilities or creative talents during those times.

People often come to my workshops and ask where I get my ideas from. Most of my ideas come from a “what if?” situation. A situation in my every day life will inspire me to embellish upon it, creating my idea for a book. I have no end to creative ideas at times. This isn’t the case for everyone, and it doesn’t mean you’re not a creative person. We all need a creative boost now and then.

Here is an exercise I give to my workshop participants:

Set a timer for two or three minutes. In that time, writing down as many ideas as you can. It could be anything from what you ate for breakfast, what you saw on your walk to work, or what if I had chocolate cake for lunch? (I use chocolate cake here since I mentioned it twice inadvertently in the video. I guess I really want chocolate cake – Ha!) For example, one book I wrote was inspired by taking my cats to the vet. Not the most exciting thing in real life, but I wrote a humorous romance from the experience. You never know where your ideas will come from.

If you have other ideas to share with authors who are reading the blog, please share them here. We’d love to hear from you.

 

~Kellie