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Collect On Delivery:

Leita Mallory likes her new job as a mail carrier in the small town of Hartford, TX. Her coworkers are helpful and her route was not that bad. Or so she thought until the day she delivered a package to one Brian Garrett.

After working a long night shift, Brian Garrett was ready to kill whoever was ringing his doorbell so early in the morning. Instead he found a very beautiful, very pissed off woman on his doorstep.

Dance For Me:

Marina Castillo was a good girl from a small Texas city. She knew nothing about the games adults like to play in the big city. She took a job dancing in a cage in one of the biggest fetish clubs in the city to pay the rent. She had no idea what really went on in places like that, nor was she aware she had caught the eye of the club’s owner, Deacon.

Deacon was a man of strong appetites. Marina’s sweet innocence screamed that she wasn’t prepared of all the dirty little things he’d like to do to her. He had stayed away, knowing she would probably run screaming if she knew what he wanted from her. But the threat of losing her forever forced his hand. He had to make her his or watch her walk out of his life forever.

Excerpts:

Collect On Delivery

As 3 pm rolled around Leita was back at the post office to end her tour. Most of the other employees were older people who had been there for numerous years yet they didn’t make her feel like an outsider. Saying goodbye, she exited through the employee’s entrance and stopped in her tacks.

Waiting by a huge black truck parked near the entrance was the sexy asshole from this morning. Brain Garrett. The name had imprinted in her brain after he opened the door in those low riding sweats she wished had slipped a little further down. Leaning against his truck, arms crossed over his chest, the man tempted her on so many levels. He looked so fuckable in dark sunglasses, t-shirt, and jeans. Taking a moment to compose herself, Leita continued to walk towards him before turning left on the sidewalk, walking right past him, not even giving him a cursory glance. She had no idea why he was there and she didn’t care. Well, ok, she was curious but she wasn’t going to let him know that. She had no time for assholes.

“Hello,” Leita heard him say as he caught up with her, “will you stop a minute? I wanted to apologize for this morning.” That had Leita tripping over her own two feet. Thankfully, she was able to catch herself before she made a fool of herself. His hands had reached out to steady her but he pulled them back when she regained her footing.

“You ok?”

“Yes.” Leita turned to face him. He had the most engaging gray eyes. They were the color of wet cement. She couldn’t break free. And that scared her because for once in her life she didn’t want to run away.

“If you’re off work, I would like to buy you a cup of coffee. Explain about earlier.”

“I don’t drink coffee and quite frankly after the day I’ve had I want nothing more than to go home, shower and change. So if you’ll excuse…”

“I’ll drive you home,” he interrupted.

The last was more of an order than a request. Leita shook her head, mad at herself for imagining things.

“No need. I just live couple blocks away. Goodbye.” Again, Leita turned to leave but the stubborn man followed her. She stopped and faced him, anger written all over her face. “Let’s get one thing straight. I don’t need you to drive me or walk me home. I am very capable of doing so on my own. So just say what you have to say and then leave me the hell alone before I file a police report for stalking or harassment or something.”

“I want to fuck you.”

Well shit. That was the last thing she expected.


Dance For Me

Happily making plans in her head she headed straight to Sunshine’s office. The witch wasn't in yet so she dropped the resignation on her chair so she would be sure to see it. Damn it felt good, even if her boss wasn't here to see her smug smile. Humming a happy tune Marina pivoted on her heel and ran smack into one very hard chest. She didn’t have to look up to see who it was. Although she was wearing five inch stilettos, the man towered over her. If that wasn't enough to give it away, there was his scent. She couldn’t identify the smell; all she knew was it was woodsy, masculine and it tingled her nose firing off feelings women couldn’t afford to have about her boss.

Deacon.

“Excuse me. I was just leaving.” She took a quick peak upward through her lashes, trying to prepare herself for the quickening in her belly she knew was coming.

Nope, didn’t work. She got all fluttery inside whenever she saw him. Being this close only made it worse. The man was walking sin. As if his dark auburn curls and light blue-gray eyes weren’t enough, he was built like a quarterback, all big and strong without being a steroid junkie. He was the kind of man that made women just want to climb him and cuddle. He had this dangerous thing going on, complete with a tattoo of a wicked looking scimitar on the side of his neck. She really wanted to lick that damn thing.

“No problem.” Yeah, she had almost forgotten about that voice. It wasn't that it was deep, just so damn smooth and calm. Like thick honey. “I saw you; I just didn’t feel like moving.”

Saturday, October 17, 2009

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WHATS NEW

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a whole lotta new, thats what. Not only did the badazz miss Shara Azod and LiL' G spot Laura Guevara do the thizzle late last month with the release of Cuffed and Spanked, ( and that stuff is what keeps fruit of the loom, hanes, and victoria secret in bidness, i hear tell panty sales is skyrocketing even in the recession)

The Jeanie and Jayha are bringing it strong with a grip of hot and sexy with The One Who Got Sway and those chics turned right smack dab around and teamed up with both myself (DUH Don't act new, ITS ME DREA!!!!) and Laura for Volume One of the Tag! You're Writ. series...say what?? I know your eye hustling all those dips and and bumps to the left!!!

Drool Away. I wont tell...at first. LMAO.

Anyway, if you've picked any of these up then chat at us about. Leave your comments here or hit us up at the spot

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HOW BOUT THAT MISS AZOD WITH THE BIG REALEASE OVER AT COBBLESTONE

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Great Scots!!!

Conaire fears for his sanity after being trapped on the Other Side for so many eons. All he wants is to get back to the human realm. So when the evil Fae Queen Elphame gives him a chance to escape, he takes it, completely unaware of the spell she casts as he steps through the ancient circle.

Seeing the spell and knowing it will not only bind Conaire, but his brother, MacKay, as well, to the first woman Conaire sleeps with, Scota takes matters into her own hands. She’s found the perfect mate for her sons.

If only someone had warned Tasha. Now she finds herself bonded to not one but two arrogant Scots gods.

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Excerpt:

Yep, this was definitely a dream. For one thing, she’d dated Hispanics, Asians, and Native American men, but she’d never strayed to pure vanilla before. Not that she had anything against white men, she’d just never experienced them. She simply couldn’t recall a white man, no matter how fine, making her this hot before -- and just by looking at him, to boot. Tasha was the kind of girl who needed a lot of coaxing and foreplay. Yet here she was all ready to jump some strange white guy. Oh, well, it was just a dream, right?

“Hi,” Tasha offered by way of breaking the ice. Her dreams didn’t usually include introductions, but what the hell. She was willing to roll with it.

“What manner of woman are ye, lass?” came the unexpected reply.

It was because she was in Scotland. Had to be. There was no other excuse for the question to tickle her rather than piss her off. Plus that deep voice laced with the accent was incredibly sexy. “I’m American,” she explained with a hell of lot more patience than she would have had if she’d been awake. “African-American.”

“Ah, the Colonies.” He nodded as if he were making perfect sense. “That explains it.”

Like there were no black people in Scotland. There weren’t a lot, but still, this was the twenty-first century. Being a dream man, maybe he was from another time. Yeah, she liked that. Her very own Highland warrior-type dude.

“I was here long before any Highlander, lass,” the man told her as he climbed on the bed toward her. “And I promise you this is no dream.”

Tasha closed her eyes as his hands caressed her cheeks, moving down to her throat, then to the valley in between her breasts. Never had a man’s touch set her on fire as quickly as this Viking.

“I’m nae a Viking, lass.” He cupped her breast and pinched the nipple. “You’ll nae call me one again.”

She didn’t recall calling him anything, at least not aloud. She would have informed him of that, but his mouth covered her other breast at that moment, biting painfully down on her nipple, and then lapping the pain away with his tongue. Her mind blanked, making her unable to concentrate on anything other than what he was doing to her. Her breathing grew labored as he moved to the other breast, lavishing equal attention on it before he raised his head and smiled down at her. “Conaire,” he told her.

“What?”

“My name, lass. It’s Conaire.”

Were names really necessary in a dream like this? “Um, my name is… Uh…” Damn it! What the heck was her name? She knew it a minute ago, she was sure of it.

Meeting The Browns.

She sat slightly forward, hands cradling her drink. Intent on our conversation. Focused. Only a slight shift in her her eyes, and extra sparkle really, or the twitch at the corner of her mouth would ever give any indication that she was distracted--And Loving it.
The entire time we enjoyed out dessert he kept one finger on her person. Almost like a child, afraid that if he didn't touch the object of his desire his favorite thing ever would disappear.

I fell in love. How could you not. They are so cute I wanted to pinch their cheeks, put them in my purse and have CWB start the engine so we could Unca/Auntie--nap them and escape to a place where, they could be mine and I didn't have to share. I even mentally wrote my ransome note.

"Dear other people who's asses I can kick single handly, and if not I have dynomite and other things that go "boom". I have taken my Auntie and Unca far far far from you and you can not have them back. You however must pay Auntie/Unca Support so send money in various curancies and food. They only need robes to wear when they aren't in their room to visit me so clothes are optional( ok they are optional when I am in the room so send enough for me not to see them naked). If you don't comply--I'll sic my sisters on you."

So our day started rocky. CWB in his own special way caused us to not leave on time. Not because he was sad over his precious Texas Tech Red Raiders loosing to University of Houston Cougars, but because he decided I was tired as I stayed up late trying to finish something a little kinkier than I've ever done before and he was upset that it wasn't well never mind all that. CWB let me over sleep. So we didn't get on the road to Vernon until nearly 7:30am. I was upset I wanted to spend any day light hours I could in the prescence of Jim and Zetta. Besides I reasoned, I needed to also prove that the trip only takes two hours, not four. (for the record CWB made the trip up there 2hrs and 47 mins. I made the trip( changing routes to stop at my parents house...equal distance from the route back to hour home) in 1hrs 52 mins.)

Anyway once we were in the budding metropolis of Vernon I could hardly sit still. We pulled up to our redevous point and I jumped out of the car. I was virtually dancing from foot to foot. SHIVERING with anticipation. CWB made the call to let them know when were 15mins away, but I couldn't stand it. The moment the car was in park I called Zetta's grandparents and caught them walking out the door to come pick us up. "We're here, we're here" I sang happily.
"This must be Drea then. 'Tis GEEEEEEEM. On our way lil' neicey"
WHOOOO HOOOO I shouted and CWB looked at me, rolled his eyes and pulled me into a big polar bear hug. Thats code for get over here and settle down.

AND THEN I SAW THEM! Wow they are so cute. Ok have you ever seen that old disney cartoon brown bear and white bear OMG ITS JIM AND ZETTA...so cute!!!>

Zetta is shorter than me and just this bundle of light and peace. One could easily imagine her coddling a small child and bringing instant peace. AND JIM...where do I begin. WOW... If Zetta was a coddler then Unca Jim is the ultimate "lets go try this and see if we get caught." He has this energy that is so pure so...mischievous.
"Jim, settle down and stop messing"...I must have heard that a million times. AND I nearly crowed with pride that it wasn't me being told to settle down.

We spent time with the world's most adorable grandparents. Ate the best double meat open faced chilli cheese burgers (Joint called Beevo's, decked out in UT orange, I will be making that trip again just for that burger) and spent time goofing off in walmart. CWB snook up and scared Zetta, and Unca Jim gave me five bucks( hey its Euro money so now you have to let me got to spend it Jayha...please I wont get in any trouble cuz Unca Jim is gonna be with me). Then we sat down again to have ice cream at Braum's and we learned so much more about the beautiful couple. Being a people watcher I couldn't help but note all the looks that we drew. A couple of curvy, fine black women with tall , domineering white men, And all four us sporting wedding rings and a look of, "we may look cute, but step up and get sat down ya hear".

I had the best day. So much so that I speed away from Vernon, before I could stuff them in my truck and bring them home. My heart was full to bursting at their immediate acceptance and of the love that they so obviously shared.
CWB smiled as we turned left outta town.
"When do we get to hang out with them again babe?" He asked, a yawn cracking his face.
"Anytime you want to."
"We have to get passports" another yawn and the seat goes back.
"Yup, you'll take off work to go"
"Yup, no speeding." SNORING

I drove off into the sunset, my own autographed Zetta Brown book in the back seat, my heart half way to Scotland.

Drea Riley