Sunday, April 28, 2013


This is my entry for my Work in Progress for Book 3 of the Masters of Tabu series--Master King. Release will be in August sometime. This excerpt is from Bailey Melchor's point of view. She's run into him again after ten plus years. They were childhood friends, but she carried a torch for him since she was a teenager, but he rebuffed her. Until . . .

Sucking in a deep breath, she mustered enough composure and blindly walked into the other room telling herself she did this only to wait and offer congratulations to the bride and groom. What’s the harm in saying hey? We were friends once.
The driving dance music faded and the lights around her dimmed into the background. In the far corner of the bar area, she saw him sitting, alone at a table where he looked rather comfortable with his surroundings. Unlike her complete shock of the club, unable to speak or move because time and motion seemed to slow.
Dammit, she shouldn’t have come into the room. The awkward feelings would’ve been easier to handle if she’d acted nonchalant and left while she had the chance. Making her apologies to Khari later seemed like a better choice. Could she be sociable, say hello and then depart without making a scene? This was unbearable. She caught herself staring at the floor and quickly glanced up. The smoldering need in his gaze as he captured hers, like a surge of electricity to her own desire, pinned her in a hypnotic stance.
“Damn you, Jared King,” she whispered. “God, I hate you.” She sucked in a deep breath and took the first step of another twenty to reach him.
Over the pounding of her heart, she heard a moan behind her. The fight raging inside her mind was overtaken by her body’s desire to be with Jared again. The young man she’d loved since she was a little girl, and even as a grown woman, continued to have an effect on her. She despised him for having that kind of control over her body and emotions.
She pulled her handbag close, wrapping her arms around her middle, and took the next step. Please, please, please, don’t let him still be an asshole after all these years.

Hope you enjoyed, and to check out the first two books in the series, find them here:

Until later my naughty pets . . .


Friday, April 12, 2013


Welcome to Between the Pages of Black and White! For the next several days I'm participating in the Marketing for Romance Writers Erotic Romance Blog Hop! Woo Hoo!!!

Yes, I write erotic/a with BDSM elements. Strong elements but there is a lot of romance and love. Not necessarily a happily ever after, but definitely happy for now with the promise of more. I feel blessed and lucky to follow my aspirations every day with the ability to write stories people will enjoy. I pitched this series before I wrote one word and the entire series was contracted. So, yes I feel lucky to share the characters I created in my head to everyone who picks a book (or ereader) to read the love stories.

In celebration of the MFRW Blog Hop, I'll be giving away to one LUCKY commenter a copy of, Master Knight, Book 1. All you have to do is leave me a comment below as to your favorite "lucky charm" AND if you'd be so kind as to follow me either here on Between the Pages . . . or Twitter, I'd love to have you join my social network. Or, you can friend me on Facebook. Your name will be put in the "hopper" and selected by and notified via email. Be sure you leave your e-address so I can contact you.

The following is an interview I did with Marcus Knight, the master of the first book in the Masters of Tabu series. After the interview an excerpt from the book is posted.

Genre: Contemporary Erotica, BDSM

Character Name: Marcus Knight

Hero/Heroine/villain/secondary: Khari Bradford, lover, submissive, and singer/dancer
GRAY: Hey, Marcus. I’m so happy you decided to share with the readers.

MARCUS: My pleasure, pet. It’s the least I could do for my favorite word master. (An eyebrow shoots up and the corners of his mouth turn up revealing a wicked grin.)

GRAY: *blushes* Oh Marcus, you’re so bad. I hope I’m the only one. Can we change the subject and you tell us a little about yourself. How did you come to my attention?

MARCUS: If I remember correctly, you came to me. I guess I should amend that and say you came to us. My friends and I were watching a Dallas Cowboys game at Club Tabu for Sports Night and you walked in. Our lives were never the same.

GRAY: Oh, yes, I remember that night. You’ve changed my life too. Tell us more. What do you do for a living?

MARCUS: I’m a businessman, an entrepreneur really. I started the parent company, Knight Enterprises, on a dare from my buddies at Texas A & M. My little computer gaming business eventually turned into a worldwide multi-millionaire conglomerate, acquiring eleven smaller companies from Dallas to Hong Kong to New York. Of course, my favorite is Club Tabu which I co-own with my friends.

GRAY: A self-made man. How sexy is that, right? What or who is the greatest love of your life and why?

MARCUS: Thanks Gray. Strong, powerful, wealthy men are usually considered sexy, but to me it’s just my job. Work used to be my passion, my love, my success for defining my life. However, today I’ve found a new love, one that makes getting up in the morning and going to bed at night worth living. I lost her once and those were the worst seven months of my life, even after the cheating wife and stalker debacles. I wanted perfection, but in the end I discovered what I wanted was a woman who complimented me and enjoyed the whips and chains that excite as much as I like using them. All the rest fell in place after that.

GRAY: *shivers run down the spine* Oh, she must be a real treasure. With that being said, what’s your greatest fear?

MARCUS: Losing her again, of course. Enough said. Next question.

GRAY: Okay then. Do you have a motto in life?

MARCUS: Not really, but I have a code I try to live by. It’s play safe, sane and always with consent.

GRAY: I agree those are good words to live by in any lifestyle choice. Switching up a bit here, how do the other characters in your debut book view you?

MARCUS: We get along great. We may have a few disagreements now and then, but I’ve known the guys since college and a couple longer. Mitchell Prince works for Knight Enterprises as the chief counsel. Simon Tempest only appears briefly and he’s new to the group. I bought out his music production company but offered him a position to stay on. You’ll get to meet him next year, as well as the others making cameo appearances throughout the series. I guess it all depends on you, my pet.

GRAY: Yes, it does. You bad boys better behave or I’ll give you some of my own version of bondage and discipline. *winks*

MARCUS: I wouldn’t do that, pet. Topping from the bottom is something I don’t tolerate. Let’s just get back to the questions, shall we?

GRAY: *swallows hard* Yes, Sir. What do you prefer? To spread and hear gossip, or be the creator of gossip fodder?

MARCUS: Neither. I’m a straight-shooter. If I don’t like something, I’ll tell you. I don’t have to go behind someone’s back and fabricate or perpetuate another’s gossip to get pleasure from doing so. Communication, and I mean honest, true exchange of opinions and feelings, is vital in any relationship whether business or personal. If I don’t like you, I’ll say so. If I don’t like what you’re doing, I’ll voice my opinion. If I want to bring you pleasure, I expect you to tell me how.

GRAY: I so agree, Sir. What is it about you that will draw readers in?

MARCUS: My magnetic personality, of course. *Grins* If you were to ask Khari, she’d probably say how well I use my hands and voice to make her insides do flip-flops and her skin tingle with pleasure. I think the readers would enjoy that. Don’t you? *winks again*

GRAY: *blushes* Alrighty then, I think it’s time to shift gears here and ask random, innocuous questions. If you were a color, what color would you be and why?

MARCUS: Black, but I do like blue, to match my eyes. Why? Because they look good on me. *Leans back in chair, crosses arms over his chest and the corners of his mouth turn up in a wicked grin* Don’t you agree?

GRAY: *clears throat* Um, I’m supposed to ask the questions, Sir. I think we need to move on. I think I’ll stick with a few lightning speed questions instead. Are you ready?

MARCUS: Pet, I’m always ready, are you?

GRAY: *sighs* Okay. Blondes, Redheads, or Brunettes?

MARCUS: I love all women, but I prefer blonde, especially the color of Khari’s. Long, bouncy curls and slightly disheveled.

GRAY: (trying to stay composed) Boxers or Briefs?

MARCUS: Commando all the way baby.

GRAY: (quickly losing composure with that image) Chocolate, Strawberry  or Vanilla?

MARCUS: Definitely not vanilla, but I’ll take a scoop of each and lick the melting cream from—

GRAY: Sir! Please, that’s too much information for the readers!

MARCUS: What? I was going to say lick from the cone. What did you think I’d say?

GRAY: (mouth still agape) Oh, I…I just thought, oh never mind. Next one. Soft and Sweet or Up Against the Wall?

MARCUS: You’re really asking me that? Seriously? Up Against The Wall. Hands pinned above your head. Legs spread. Blindfolded. And—

GRAY: Oh, please stop, Sir. This isn’t going well. I’m losing control. Let’s just end the interview with a thank you to Master Knight for sharing some interesting information for the readers. I know how busy you are and look forward to reading more about you and Khari in the future.

MARCUS: My pleasure, pet. I hope I brought you and the readers a little pleasure today. I always strive to do just that. A little pain combined with the right kind of pleasure is always good.

Okay, I don't know about you, but that is worth a cold shower! Now, here's a little snippet!

Tentatively, tremulously, she opened her mouth to speak.

His tall, solidly muscled body leaned over her, surrounding her with the sumptuous, sinful scents of his cologne. A slow, sensual smile stretched the corners of his hard mouth. Leaning lower, his lips brushed hers, barely. A delicate caress so light she thought at first she imagined the touch. Her breath went fast and short. Her throat tightened with a suppressed moan.

He lifted his head and brought two fingers under her chin, tracing his thumb along her lower lip, slowly, deliberately. She fluttered her eyelids until they completely opened to study the brilliance of his concentrated look piercing her with such intensity, powerful and predatory. Heat and more moisture pooled between her legs. Surprised by how aroused she became by a mere glance from him, her sex clenched from his focus on her. As the feathery touch of his fingertips grazed over her cheek, she went weak all over and her knees almost buckled out from under her.

“Not yet, my pet. Later. After we talk. Get in.” His voice was as smooth as velvet, yet firm in his direction, rendering her speechless, unable to fight his command.

Ducking her head to clear the door frame, she slid onto the leather seat and adjusted her jeans as best she could. God, I hope he can’t see how wet I am.
The driver’s side door opened, and Marcus got situated behind the steering wheel. She turned her attention away and glanced out the window. She needed to get control of her emotions, or she wouldn’t survive long in his presence without breaking down.
Minutes passed slowly before he broke the silence between them. “You can call your friends.”
“And tell them what? I’ve been kidnapped?”
“Your sassing me will earn you more punishment, Khari. Tell them you’re with an old friend and won’t be back until late.”
His words were stern, and she knew he meant the punishment part. The call was made and ended in less than a minute. Silence again fell within the confines of the luxury vehicle.
“Unzip your jeans.” His gruffness took possession of the air that lay between them.
“Don’t question me, pet. Have you so easily forgotten when I tell you to do something, you do it? No questions asked.”
She harrumphed. “You’re not going to stop calling me that, are you? And no, I haven’t forgotten. Anything.” She crossed her arms over her chest and mumbled. “Still demanding I see, Marcus.”
“You’ve lost whatever respect you had over the past several months. Do I have to pull over and indoctrinate you on the proper responses to my commands?”
“Okay, fine.” She raised her hips slightly and yanked the fastener down after unbuttoning the brass closure. “There. Satisfied, Sir?”
“Good girl.” He extended his hand and pushed past the opening and stopped short of her clit. “You’re not shaved.” He withdrew his hand.
She turned her head toward him. “Uh, duh, no. I thought I’d take a vacation since I didn’t have to please you.”
“That will change.”
“Uh, I don’t think so. You’re not my Master, or Sir, or whatever you were before. I make my own decisions now.” She folded her arms over her breasts.
A low snigger escaped his mouth before he answered. “Really? Do you want me out of your life, Khari? Forever. No kissing. No touching. No playing. No fucking. If that’s what you want, I’ll leave right now, and there won’t be another chance of me taking you back.”
“You like talking so crass? I’ve been doing just fine on my own, thank you very much.”
“I see you can still be a brat too.”
The words bit hard. She did want him. No more Marcus in her life? Dammit, no! Why did I say such a hurtful thing? This wasn’t going the way she planned. She didn’t want him to be out of her life. She couldn’t let him take complete control, either. Could she? No, she had a career now, one that gave her the freedom do as she wanted, not depending on anyone to take care of her.

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