Do you Wanna join me in being bad?

Wanna Be Bad is available for Preorder

12 Stories for only $0.99

My story, One Step at a Time, will be released on June 27 as part of this awesome anthology about women 35+ getting their chance at love.

No fetish in this one, but you still get the sexy heat and romance I love to write–and of course, a happily ever after ending. 🙂

In the world of working women and glass ceilings, these heroines have kept their eye on the prize. Until now. The prize has suddenly shifted, and they’re ready to break the rules, and get wild. From past loves, to forbidden strangers, these good girls are swooning for bad boys, and you’re invited to join in.

From 12 NYT and USA Today bestselling authors, these tales of seduction will leave you panting for more…

Featuring stories from: Adaline Raine, Elizabeth Kirke, Ever Coming, Kate Richards, Katherine Deane, Kayleigh Malcolm, Krista Ames, Michele Ryan, Monica Corwin, Nicole Morgan, Tina Donahue, and TL Reeve

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Excerpt:

Less than five minutes later, she let him have it. Standing on her aching legs and wobbling back and forth—maybe the second glass of wine hadn’t been the best idea—she railed at the poor man.

“You want me to gain weight? As in, not being able to fit into my Batman jammie pants anymore, kind of weight? How much poundage are we talking? Muscle or fat? How much of each? How fast and how long? Why? I am okay with my body and all the natural shifting it’s doing, but to suggest purposefully adding to the mix…” she sputtered and sat back down with a heavy oomph.

“Shay, I’m talking about a little extra weight for the race. I’ve done the research, and the best finishers have all had more to burn on those difficult days,” he reasoned.

“And a little extra layer of fat might keep me warm during the night portion,” she said, frowning. “It makes sense. But it goes against everything I have done growing up.”

“I know. Sorry. You don’t have to do any of this if you don’t want to. It’s your body and your race. Mind if we talk it out? What are the biggest cons and pros? Why do this? What’s your ultimate goal?”

“All right, but I’m going to need another glass of wine and a back massage.” She was kidding about the last part, but he took it in stride.

After refilling her glass of wine, and setting it on the coffee table, he motioned for her to flip over onto her tummy.

“I was only playing. You don’t have to—”

“Shay, I don’t do things unless I want to.” He looked sweet and commanding at the same time. “The hottest woman I ever met asked me to rub my hands and knuckles across her gorgeous bare skin. The woman I’m training asked me, her trainer, to help her alleviate some soreness. Either one, I’m in and happy to oblige. Would you like me to massage your back?”

“Yes, thank you. But don’t think about trying to get me to make any decisions while I’m turning into a big puddle of goo. That’s entrapment.”

He laughed. “Okay, no entrapment. Just the brilliant Mr. Peabody doing what he does best.”

She held the blanket in front of her chest as she pulled off her T-shirt and lay down on her stomach. “Massages?”

His breath sounded like it hitched for a moment before he answered her with firm, heated palms along each side of her spine. “Brainstorming.”

Blurb:

A forty-three-year-old divorcee finds love in the arms of a younger man while training for the hardest race of her life. Which will prove to be more difficult? Running a grueling one hundred thirty-five mile race through Death Valley, or the not-so-socially-acceptable relationship her family won’t accept?

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