Young, talented, ambitious.

Wild.

Three friends, who struggled for fortune and fame, have finally found themselves thrust into mega-stardom.

What is right if there is no wrong?

For Ty, Lena and Danny, they're about to find out as they cross the boundaries from all things safe to an arena testing love, friendship and loyalty. An arena that's forbidden, taboo…and oh so tempting.

They’re riding hard and fast in a world where sex, money, love and rock & roll are all a game of give & receive, where any wish can be granted if you just ask...

Open, honest and raw, this is a rare glimpse of what happens behind the fortune and the fame, beyond the limelight, past the adulation and acclaim.

Welcome...to the real.

***Give and Receive is an erotic romance serial released every 4 to 6 weeks, at approximately 10000 to 14000 words each. Due to graphic sexual content and language, we recommend this to mature audiences, ages 18 and over, who are comfortable with this subject matter.***

Excerpt:

Ty slammed her up against the wall, bruising her lips with a kiss.

If you could call civilized a word as a kiss. It was more a demand. Tyler’s teeth crashed into her lips and she tasted the salty flavor of blood in her mouth. She froze, refusing to respond to him.

“I…don’t …want…this.” She managed to say against his lips. She felt his erection on her thigh and swallowed.

Tyler moved in closer until, she could barely breathe. “Yes you do, Lena. Be honest for once. Admit you want this. You want me. You may hate yourself for it, but you-”

He ground his hips into her.

“Want-”

He slid his hands up her skirt, lifting it. Palming her throbbing, wet pussy between her legs.

“This.”

Tyler turned her around, undoing his zipper. He freed his cock, red and pulsing with heat.

Lena knew she lost this round. As Tyler used his penis to move up and down the length of her thigh, she knew she couldn’t resist. He was right.

She did want him.

And hated herself for it.

She hit her hand against the wall in rage, turning around.

One thing she wasn’t…was a coward.

At least outwardly.

About Alisa Anderson

well...alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don't judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you're alright, buddy. you're ok in my book. nowc'mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.

she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. andiansomerhalder. andidriselba. and that's it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?

but alas...apparently that exists only in johannalindsey's genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well...yeah, i wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. :)