Hi all!
I've been a bad blogger recently. Trying to do too much at once is finally catching up with me and I've fallen behind on so much! I should know better than to spread myself so thin, but it's a lesson I seem to keep forgetting. But that's my personal sin and I'm sure you'd rather hear about something much more interesting!
Yesterday was the release day for my latest book,
Training the Help. Three books on and it's still so exciting to finally see my name in (digital) print. I thought today would be a good day to talk about it because it's got lots of wickedly sinful stuff in it!
First off: Lust. All three of my characters are having a damned hard time controlling their libidos and they can't stop thinking about having what they shouldn't want.
Next up: Adultery. Eventually all that lust causes some extra-marital activity, and when the spouses find out, there's trouble.
Last: Bisexuality. Two of my characters are girls and they get involved with each other. Shocking!
I hope you have a chance to pick up this book and enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Excerpts are below.
Blurb
Unemployed and running out of resources, Sophie LaPlante is desperate for a job, when the perfect one appears before her. A wealthy couple from Hedon Falls requires a live-in housekeeper, and Sophie is just what they’re looking for.
Jack Sullivan, a powerful CEO and Dom, is married to actress Kendra Hughes. He immediately senses submissive tendencies in his new housekeeper. His wife can never be the sub he needs, so while Kendra is away on a film shoot, he begins to train Sophie. When Kendra returns, she joins the training to explore her own Dominant desires. While their sessions were not intended to involve sex, they find themselves fighting a losing battle against their mutual attraction.
The three of them are caught up in a web of lust, guilt, and infidelity, all complicated by an ex-boyfriend who can’t leave Sophie alone.
Excerpt
Sophie hesitated. She hadn’t thought about how they would contact her with her phone not in service.
“Is something wrong?” Kendra asked her with concern.
“Well,” Sophie began. “I was laid off when the hotel closed, and I’ve been unemployed for several months and having difficulty with my bills.” She took a deep breath and blinked as she felt tears pricking at the back of her eyes. “I’m ashamed to say that my phone service has been disconnected. There isn’t any way for you to contact me,” she whispered.
Kendra stood and slid her arm around Sophie’s waist. “Oh, honey! That’s terrible!” she soothed. “I know what it’s like when there hasn’t been a job for a while and you’re down to the end of your rope.”
Sophie stared down at the ground, her face burning with embarrassment. It was irrational she knew. She hadn’t been irresponsible with her money. There just hadn’t been enough coming in.
“Tell you what,” Kendra said. “Why don’t you wait out in the hotel lobby? We’ll make a decision today and come talk to you after we finish with the others.”
Sophie nodded. “That is very generous, Mrs. Sullivan,” she said. “I would appreciate that.”
“It isn’t a problem! And please, call me Kendra,” she said. “Now go on out there and we’ll come talk to you in a little while.”
“Thank you, Kendra,” Sophie murmured and turned to walk quickly out the door. She fought hard to keep the tears from falling. The last thing she needed was to fall to pieces right here. Without paying much attention to where she was going, Sophie found herself back in the foyer. She glanced around and spotted a plush chair off to the side of a large fireplace. There wasn’t anyone else sitting nearby so she made her way over and sank down into the comfortable depths.
She had been staring blankly at the fire for a few minutes when a voice nearby said, “Excuse me, miss.”
Sophie looked up to see a man in a suit standing before her. He had a hotel name tag pinned to his lapel. “Yes?” she responded.
He held out a folded menu to her. “Mrs. Sullivan asked me to tell you that she will be a little while longer and to please go ahead and order something to eat,” he said.
“Oh!” Sophie said, startled. “I don’t think that I—”
“Mrs. Sullivan was quite insistent,” he responded. “We can bring the food to you here or if you would prefer to come to the dining room we can arrange that as well.”
Taking the menu, Sophie barely glanced at it before ordering a Caesar salad and a club sandwich. She was just anxious to get rid of him. Maybe she should leave. They obviously were concerned that she couldn’t feed herself and she didn’t want their pity. She just wanted a job. Her food was delivered shortly and Sophie picked at it as she continued to stare into the fireplace. She decided to dig out her journal and write for a little bit to pass the time. She hadn’t been at it for long when a shadow fell across her shoulder. She looked up to see Mr. Sullivan standing beside her chair.
“You haven’t eaten,” he said gruffly, pointing at the tray beside her.
“I wasn’t particularly hungry,” Sophie said defensively. “I’m not starving you know!”
He exhaled and placed his hands on his hips. Sophie couldn’t help noticing how nicely he was built; broad shoulders, a trim waist and narrow hips, all shown off by his tailored suit that probably cost more than Sophie’s first car. She lifted her eyes to meet his and her breath caught in her throat. His eyes were a deep chocolate brown which matched his hair and they were framed by thick lashes. The reflection of the flames in his pupils was almost hypnotic.
They stared at each other for a few moments, but Sophie pulled her gaze away first. “Sorry,” she said softly. “I just hate being pitied.”
He pulled a chair up in front of hers and sat. He reached out, took hold of her chin, and turned her head to bring her eyes back up to his. When his hand made contact, a flash of heat travelled through Sophie and her stomach, and pussy, clenched.
“What happened to your face?” he demanded.
The question caught Sophie off guard. She reached up and touched the bruised spot on her cheek. She had tried to cover it with makeup that morning but obviously hadn’t done a good enough job.
“I fell,” she replied. “And I banged my head on the doorframe.”
When he continued looking at her, as though waiting for her to elaborate, she dropped her gaze. “My ex-boyfriend hit me with his elbow when I was standing too close behind him,” she admitted and glanced up to see a muscle twitching along his jaw. “It was an accident!” she added quickly. “I really was in the wrong place at the wrong time!”
He eyed her for another moment before he nodded sharply. “We want to offer you the job, Sophie,” he said to her. “You have the necessary experience but Kendra also seemed to connect with you. We’d like you to start as soon as possible. Can we send a car to pick up your things and you can come back with us tonight?”
Sophie couldn’t believe it. “Thank you, Mr. Sullivan! You won’t regret this!”
He smiled warmly at her, with a look in his eyes that she couldn’t place. “Please call me Jack,” he responded. “And I know I won’t regret it.”
Adult Excerpt
“That looked like fun.”
Sophie whipped her head around to see Kendra standing in the doorway, smiling. Sophie was mortified. How long had Kendra been watching her masturbate? Probably most of the time, since it hadn’t taken very long. Sophie didn’t know what to say and her mouth opened and closed soundlessly as Kendra strolled into the room toward her. Sophie’s face and neck burned with embarrassment at having been caught with the sex toy.
Kendra stopped beside her. “Stand up, sub,” she ordered, her voice hard.
Sophie got shakily to her feet, wincing at the squelching sound the toy made when it slid out of her pussy. She stood beside the machine and waited. Kendra walked around behind her and Sophie felt a sharp slap on her ass. She cried out softly. Kendra spanked her again, and said, “What made you think you could come in here and get yourself off on my toy?”
“Please, Mistress...” Sophie began. “I just—”
“Just wanted to feel something long and hard in your cunt, right?” Kendra said.
Sophie gulped. “Yes, Mistress.”
Kendra was silent for a moment. Sophie felt hands on her waist and then Kendra’s body pressed up against her from behind. Sophie sucked in a breath when she realized that Kendra didn’t have a shirt on and her hard nipples poked into Sophie’s back. Kendra moved herself back and forth a bit so that the stiff peaks rubbed Sophie’s back.
“Mmm,” she sighed. “Can you feel my tits?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sophie said in a whisper.
“Watching you on that thing got me really hot.” Kendra’s hands traveled around to Sophie’s stomach and began working their way higher. Sophie trembled under her touch. “I need to get off now, sub, and you’re going to help me.” Kendra’s hands stopped just under Sophie’s breasts and stroked the undersides softly with her fingertips.
“How...how can I help you, Mistress?” Sophie asked faintly, barely able to breathe because her body was wound so tight.
“Have you ever been with a woman, sub?” Kendra asked, her lips right against Sophie’s ear.
Sophie closed her eyes as Kendra’s hot breath tickled her neck and ear. She wanted Kendra. She couldn’t deny it, and it seemed she was going to have her chance. “I’ve only been with you, Mistress.”
Kendra laughed. “You mean the other night? That wasn’t even close to what I want to do with you right now.” Kendra’s hands finally slid up over Sophie’s tits and squeezed gently, bringing a moan from her lips. Kendra’s fingertips grazed over Sophie’s nipples, then began to pinch and pull at them. Sophie’s moans grew louder as the pleasure seemed to shoot straight to her clit, causing the small bundle to throb.
“I’m going to take you to bed, now, Sophie,” Kendra said. “Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Sophie whispered breathlessly.
Kendra turned her around and pulled Sophie into her arms. She leaned in close and before Sophie could think about it, their lips were pressed together. Kendra’s kiss was soft, her lips gliding pleasantly over Sophie’s. When she parted Sophie’s lips and slid her tongue into her mouth, Sophie whimpered and leaned into the kiss. Her head was reeling at the slow, burning intensity of the embrace. As their tongues moved together, tasting each other, and exploring within each other’s mouths, Sophie slid her hands up Kendra’s back and pulled the other woman even closer. Their breasts pressed together and Sophie revelled in the feeling of Kendra’s nipples rubbing against hers.
The kiss seemed to go on endlessly, until Kendra finally pulled her mouth from Sophie’s. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Then Kendra took Sophie’s hand and led her into the bedroom. When they reached the bed, Kendra stepped away from Sophie and finished stripping. Sophie let her eyes roam over Kendra’s perfect body. Her breasts weren’t too large, but they were round and firm and the nipples stood erect. Her waist was tiny and flared out into her soft hips. Between her legs, there was no hair at all. Sophie had never seen a woman shaved before.
Sophie was suddenly self-conscious. Compared to Kendra’s perfection, she was dumpy and plain. She bowed her head as a tear squeezed out the corner of her eye.
“Sophie?” Kendra asked. She reached out and touched Sophie’s chin, gently forcing her gaze upward again. “What’s wrong?”
“I...you...you’re so beautiful,” Sophie whispered. “And I’m not.”
Kendra slid her arms around Sophie and kissed her again. “Sophie, I am standing naked in front of you, asking you to make love with me. I wouldn’t be doing that if I didn’t think you were stunning.”
“But—”
Kendra placed a finger against Sophie’s lips, stopping her protest. She replaced her finger with her own lips and kissed her passionately. Then she pulled away and climbed onto the bed, patting the spot beside her. “Now get up here. You owe me an orgasm.”
The last person Kaylee expects to run into when her flight is cancelled is Mr. Hugo Valtree, her favorite high school teacher. It’s been five years since she graduated and she’s never forgotten the sexy man who’d been her first crush. Now she’s all grown up, but he’s still out of her league: he’s inherited his father’s company, making him a billionaire. She’s still shy, still a virgin—what can she possibly have to offer him?
