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Kase’s fine ass pumped up and down furiously while long pink glitter tipped fingernails clawed his back. Matching sparkly toe-nailed feet pointed at the ceiling while his dick pounded my sister into the mattress. The room tilted sideways. My lungs seized. Blood roared in my ears as I tried to reconcile the porn show I was an unhappy voyeur to.

WTF?!

So let me get this straight, while I served five years thinking I’d done a selfless thing taking the fall for the arsonist, she’d seized yet ...

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Upon hearing someone complain about how hard their life has been, I tell them they should try doing time in prison. How about five years for a crime you didn’t commit? Usually, the first one is enough to shut them up.

Sometimes that line gets me strange looks, you know the kind. That girl ain’t right in the head looks. But, honestly, I received my fair share of those before. Not that shit days didn’t happen before being locked up, they did. But the sweetest day, the day my ass walked out...

Here’s the deal:

Substack deleted one of my pen names after one damn post. No warning. No chat. Just digital erasure like I never existed.

That told me everything I needed to know.

It makes no sense, I was trying to promote a very romancey omegaverse romance which is by far not as intense or dark in terms of content as my promotions for Gypsy.

And on top of that—no outside links allowed in emails?
Sorry, but I’m not building a community just to keep it locked in someone else’s sandbox.

So I packed up...

Jude’s cock is hard, a fine large imprint in his jeans, it shares space with his muscular thigh because he has too much length, girth and piercings to occupy the crotch comfortably like most men do.

He enjoys chasing me. It’s as plain as the handsome on his face.

I back away slowly, each step inside the bedroom inches me further away from him. His gaze intensifies. “Stop playing, come over here right now.”

“No way! I’m on the edge,” I mimic his tone, “do you remember the rest of what you told me?”

“...

Jude’s cock is hard, a fine large imprint in his jeans, it shares space with his muscular thigh because he has too much length, girth and piercings to occupy the crotch comfortably like most men do.

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It’s good to be queen.

That’s what I tell myself, whenever bitches flirt with my husband. When their greedy eyes appreciate all his tattooed awesomeness a little too much. Gouging their eyes out isn't practical, but it sure would be fun. But I know in my jealous heart that eventually Jude will grow tired of bribing cops to make the assault charges disappear. It's even worse when bail money is involved…like now.

The way my world changed so drastically and with the force of a tsunami is, let’s just ...

The only person who can stop you… is you.

Two years ago, I launched what should’ve been my breakout MC series.
It was bold, filthy, emotional, and real.
A spin-off from my Jax Walker series, set in the same MC world—The Devils. This time, the Vegas charter. These men were born for sin and sculpted by survival. It was meant to be OTT fan-fucking-tastic… and it was.

But after that first book dropped, the backstage sabotage began.

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"HARLOT" is set to be the biggest show Vegas has ever seen: lavish, raunchy, and a spectacle that harkens back to Sin City’s glory days. It’s the kind of production that could catapult the lead dancer into instant superstardom.

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Hey everyone,

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So here's the deal—I've been thinking about how to share more of my writing with the people who actually want to read it, while also making sure I can keep dedicating time to creating the stories you enjoy.

Starting this month, I'll be offering chapters of my unpublished works and new projects-in-progress behind a paywall here on Su...

It's been one hell of a ride since Pretty & Wrecked dropped, and I've been blown away by how many of you embraced my particular brand of darkness. That introduction to Jace and Naomi was a breakneck bit of chaos, and somehow y'all loved it anyway.

Yeah, I read my books reviews. All of them. Even the negative ones.

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Why torture myself like that? It's not because I...