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Let's jump right in as I have much to tell you about this wonderful group of people. They have both made me laugh and been a constant source of inspiration. The amount of joy I get in reading their comments and reviews cannot be expressed. (And believe it or not, I read every single one I'm aware of.) I have some particular favorites, but we won't even get into those right now. It began, as I mentioned before, on Inkitt. Where I quickly built over three million readers thanks to The Pack's Girl. Which is a naughty testament to the underground love for kink. (I'm not judging. Nothing but appreciative, here.) From there a few members directed me to Patreon. I was guided there and then was kindly mentored by a few supportive members who directed me on building tiers and suggested others I could model might site after. They were, essentially, the birth of what I would consider my writing career. I've never taken any criticism or encouragement lightly. Every useful word good or bad from every fan should be noted. I say FAN because those that just pour out negativity or judgement aren't worth noting. Move on. =) For every one that hates your work. There's at least one other that loves it. Keeping doing what you do. Once they helped me built Patreon then some advised me they badly wanted to support me but Patreon didn't take their currency. They asked if I had Wix. I didn't know what that was. I thought it sounded like something that happened when you waved a magical wand. Which, perhaps, wasn't too far off. They're a wonderful site-builder that helped me put something together. People continued telling me what they wanted. They wanted somewhere to buy e-books. I made e-books available for purchase on the site. They wanted to read online, I created a blog format they could buy subscriptions to, and now they want paperbacks. (That's still an ugly work in progress. We won't talk about that yet.) Every step further I have come, I owe to them. I'll remember all their names (as I know them) but I don't want to name them here, in-case they wouldn't appreciate being publicly declared. Lol. I hear many writers say they don't appreciate people who aren't writers telling them what to do. I couldn't disagree more. I owe everything to them. So I would encourage you to hear them out. They'll make you whatever you become. Cheers!

68 The Girls

40 That Smile

18 Passion so Hot

39 Dangerous Touch

54 A Morning of Freedom

I was recently asked by someone who followed my work, for some advice. My first thought, Not gonna lie to you, was what writing advice could I offer? I'm still figuring this out. But flattered and happy to help, I told her to shoot. She told me she had quite a large project she'd written but was worried that if she published it on one of the e-reader platforms that someone would steal it. I told her that she had a choice. She could either keep her work close to her and safe and protected forever and no one else would ever get to see it and she'd never get to know how good she really might be. OR she had the opportunity to put it up on a platform and share it with others. I told her that's every author's fear. I reminded her that no matter how careful you are, your work can always be stolen. (Happened to me twice so far.) But without the risk no one will ever se what she poured herself into. She thanked me for the advice and seemed intent on putting the work out there. I don't know if she did or not, as I never heard from her again. So far, at least. But as readily as that advice came to me, I've found myself remembering that every time I am reluctant to put a bit of work somewhere in-case it is stolen. I remind myself I have copyrights and I read contracts carefully and take things slowly...And I take the next step. How could I give that blooming author advice like that but dare chicken out when I have to put my money where my mouth is. =) So I keep plucking on. And I urge any of you that might be out there with the same fears to move outside your comfort zone and see what happens...You never know...

29 Hints of Jealousy

53 My Challenges

SUMMARY: Jailhouse Jake had been annoying me since we were both very young. You might think that because I was gorgeous and he was breathtakingly hot that we were made for each other. But in highschool, nothing is ever as simple as in the movies. I thought he was unbelievably arrogant. He thinks I'm as shallow as they'd come. And now I'd humiliated Jake in-front of half the school. Something no one dared do. So he was hell-bent on making me pay. I'd figured that. But not how far he'd go to have me under his thumb. TEASER: Triumphant I checked my hair. Adjusting my ponytail and winding the curls along the sides of my face to emphasize my high cheekbones. I pulled a bit of lip gloss from my pocket and traced my lips. Smacking them before I gave an admiring wiggle of my head and heading out of the bathroom. Sliding my hand along the wall as I cheerfully swung around it. And straight into a hard chest. I gasped and nearly shrieked at the nearness of a guy leaning over me. My nose scrunching and lips twisting in a sneer as I registered who it was. Jailhouse. He was leaned with his shoulder against the wall, just outside the entrance. His black t-shirt with the white flag, hugging his chest and tight just above his biceps. His dark jeans molded his hips but draped loose over his legs with a white belt running around his waist. White shoes with a thin white sole and a red and black checkered pattern revealed he cared every bit as much about how he looked as I did. “Oh!” I said sweetly. Blinking innocently. “You use the girl’s bathroom?” I thumbed over my shoulder. “That explains sooo much!” His brows lowered and his dark eyes turned to thunderclouds. “Want me to prove it doesn’t?” “Hardly.” I bobbed my head haughtily before shouldering past him. He caught me with an arm blocking my waist, snatching me mid-step, to a stop. “There’s a toll walking past me.” He gave me a purposeful look. If he blows me a kiss, I’m smacking him right in that mouth. “Oh.” I gave that mock pout again. Reaching up to pat his cheek a bit hard. “I’m afraid not. I don’t play with little boys. I prefer men.” Shoving his arm off me, I walked past him. “Like that muscle-bound jock from Midway?” “Do you know what a jock is, Jake.” “Ooh?” He pursed his lips curiously. “Do tell.” “A jock is a mindless athlete that only knows how to think with his junk.” I glanced down then back up, pointedly. “You, Jailhouse, are a jock. And from the looks of things…You’re not doing much thinking.” He scoffed. “Plenty. I guarantee it.” I glanced around and noticed that a crowd was gathering. Now’s my chance to embarrass him as much as he did me back in Science Class. Give him a taste of his own medicine. “I doubt that. Rosaria told all of us about you in the Locker Room.” His face sobered and his jaw went tight as he hitched his chin. His mouth tightening as he shook his head in warning. But I was already determined to stay on this trek. “Don’t deny it now, Jailhouse.” “Nothing to deny.” He said flatly. “So you admit to stuffing socks in them black jeans you’re always wearing?” A couple guys guffawed and girls were giggling. The sounds of laughter climbing. “Why don’t you have a look for yourself.” He grated through his teeth. “Unzip and let’s see it.” I gestured. He looked over his shoulder at the gathering crowd. “Why don’t you come by my house and have a look for yourself.” I smirked. Crossing my arms over my chest before I announced in the loudest voice I had. “I have enough socks.” His eyes went hooded and annoyance was written over his face. “You’ll be there one way or another…”