It's been quiet over here at the Velvet Lair. After a year or so of incessantly blogging, Triberring and tweeting I discovered that all this activity--hours every day--did not produce any results as far as my royalty statements were concerned. So...sayonara to all that.
I still blog but as some of you know, I live with my mom, who is elderly and suffers from Alzheimer's. She's my primary responsibility, so instead of pounding fruitlessly on my keyboard, I'm binge-watching Blue Bloods with Mom. (Fortunately I like that show.)
Of course, I still write and am participating in the Naughty Literati as well as Book Boyfriends Cafe. Both groups have a boxed set coming out in May.
Today marks the cover reveal of the Naughty Literati's third boxed set, Naughty Flings. These are twelve saucy short stories designed to get your, ahem, blood running.
We should have preorder links by May 8, and in the meantime--here's the gorgeous new cover!
Zip over to this URL for more info about this hot new anthology:
Here's a snippet from my story, Spring Training. It's about a hot pitcher who gets special training from his baseball team's sexy new trainer. The story is a departure for me--I have written a couple of femdomme scenes before but never an entire story.
Though the hotel’s dining room was crowded with players and fans, Chase managed to score a relatively quiet table with a fake palm on one side and a curtain on the other. While he waited for Terri to show up, he battled the demons in his head.
Okay, so she’s beautiful. She’s smart. She loves baseball.
But she’s the new trainer. If we fool around and things go wrong... He shuddered.
A few words to management from Terri like, “Chase McCall? He used to be good...” and he’d be off the team, his career shattered.
A hush fell over the crowded, noisy room. He heard a player say, with reverence in his tone, “Holy shit, she sure cleans up nice.”
Chase stood and looked toward the door. Yeah, she sure did clean up nicely. Her slim, unadorned dress allowed her natural beauty to shine, as did her lack of makeup, which showcased glowing, perfect skin. Shiny brown hair swept her shoulders. She was so gorgeous that his eyes ached just looking at her.
She strode toward him, smiling. He had a brief vision of her doing the same thing. Naked. Tits bobbing, hips swinging... He bet she was a firecracker in the sack. All that confidence oozing outta her was sexy as hell.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“What?” she asked.
He helped her into a chair, then slumped into his. He hummed along with the jazz band playing in the adjacent bar. I’ve got it bad, and that ain’t good...
He raised his head and saw her nodding in understanding.
“If it’s any comfort... Me too.”
He rubbed his face. “At least we can both be adults about it, talk about it.”
“Yep, well, you’re totally distracting, and sex would be even more distracting.” Terri’s tone was firm, matter-of-fact. She tapped fingertips against the linen tablecloth. Was she edgy, too?
“And it would be a terrible career move for me.”
She frowned and even looked a little offended. She opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a server bustling over to their table. “What can I get you folks to drink?”
“Prosecco, please.” Her tone was brisk and assured, as usual.
Despite another flare of desire, Chase focused on the matter at hand. “I’d like a glass of red. Do you have any California pinots?”
“We have an excellent Rombauer Zin that’s comparable, sir.”
“Umm, they’re a good vineyard. Okay.”
The server put dinner menus onto the table and left.
He eyed Terri. “What did I say that was so bad?”
“Why would an affair with me be a terrible career move? Being with the trainer—that would be smart, wouldn’t it?”
“Not if it didn’t work out. And it could be interpreted as sexual harassment.”
She smiled. “But who’s harassing whom?”
“Men are usually thought to have all the power in this situation,” he said slowly.
“But here...you’re the one in control.”
She grinned at him. Jesus fuck, this woman is sex on a stick.
She said, “Have you ever thought about giving up control?”
Chase stared at her. “You mean...you mean...some kind of kinky dominatrix thing?”
She didn’t say anything. She just licked her lower lip and smiled, a sinful glint in her eye.
“Screw dinner.” He tossed a twenty on the table for the drinks and stood.
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