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ONE TO SAVE
by Tia Louise
(c) TLM Productions, 2015
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Release Date: March 26, 2015
Melissa
My little boy’s heartbroken cries grow louder, and I drop to the floor beside Elaine who’s trying to comfort him. He’s rubbing his eyes, and I look around at what looks like scattered photo prints he knocked off the desk. I’ll have to clean this up.
“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper, shushing him as he pulls my shoulders and buries his face against my chest. “He’s only scared, not hurt.” I glance up at Elaine. “Did you find what you were looking for?”
“No,” she says, but her voice trails off. She’s on her knees collecting the photos and looking at them, eyes wide.
“What is it?” I reach out and take one of the prints from her. Turning it over, I have to blink twice to understand what I’m seeing. She hands me another, and my heart starts beating faster. My breath comes in pants as the images click together. I realize what I’m seeing, or rather who I’m seeing.
“Oh my god,” I whisper as my hands tremble. I feel my stomach turn like I might vomit.
Dex is still clutching my arms, and I hold my lips, take a slow breath and try to calm myself. Breathe, Melissa, breathe… Leaning forward, I pick up another photo and notice my hand is trembling.
The images are horrible—a dead man, his face a sick grey color, and his neck bent in an unnatural angle. He’s lying on the floor in what appears to be a dark, hotel conference room.
“It’s…” But everything tilts. The room seems to move out, away from me, and I’m afraid I might faint.
I can’t finish my sentence. It doesn’t matter because my friend whispers it for me. “It’s Sloan.”
Lane makes a loud engine noise from the front, and Dex releases me, running to see what his friend is doing. I can’t move. I can barely breathe. I’m paralyzed and numb—and confused. I don’t understand why I’m reacting this way, why I’m so terrified.
My voice shakes like my hands. “Why do they have these?”
Clearly, he was murdered in some gruesome manner. No. I stop myself. I’m jumping to conclusions. Maybe he had an accident. Could he have fallen? But from where? And how?
This is why Derek has been so preoccupied. Rising to stand, my light-headedness almost makes me fall. Dropping all but one print, I catch the side of the desk.
“Melissa?” Elaine jumps up and holds my arm. “Are you okay?”
“I have to talk to Derek.”
“Of course.” Her face is lined, and she holds my arm as we head back out to the front. “Come on boys. Lane, get your truck. Hold my hand, Dex.”
It feels like a thick fog is wrapping around me, clouding my vision. Derek doesn’t want me to know about this… But why? I’m afraid I know the answer without needing to ask.
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DIRTY THIEF
by Tia Louise
© 2017, TLM Productions LLC
Ava
“What have I said about stealing?” Rowan’s voice is low and even.
“Not to do it, sir.” My voice is soft, submissive.
“Yet you did it again.” FLICK!
“Ah!” The biting sting on my ass causes my wrists to jerk against the restraints. The movement pulls my thighs further apart.
“Be still,” he says. “Two more.”
I’m panting, breathless against the wedge and waiting for the light sting of the crop. FLICK! FLICK! Two more strikes, and I cry out. Still, my body hums with electricity, and increased wetness tickles my pussy.
We’re at the last step. He places the crop on the table and takes the remaining strap. It’s a padded belt that goes under my stomach and across my hipbones. His erection nudges at my entrance as I hear him wrap the handles around his wrists.
“I’m going to fuck you deep and hard,” he says.
“Yes,” I manage, my voice trembling.
In one quick pull, he sinks into me to the hilt. Using the handles, he pulls me up and backwards, going even deeper. A loud cry comes from my mouth. Points of light shoot behind my eyes, and he starts moving faster.
I jerk my hands, which forces my thighs further apart, and as he pulls the strap under my stomach, my hips lift, sending him so deep. I feel the heat, the irresistible urge, the mind-blowing sensation… He’s found my G-spot.
“Oh, god!” I’m crying.
The pleasure is so intense. I’m completely powerless with my hands bound to my legs. The mask blinds me, and all of my senses are focused on my husband at my backside pounding deeper than he’s ever been.
Rowan is relentless. Our bodies are slick with sweat. The padded strap caresses my hips as he pulls it faster. It’s so good… it’s so much better. I feel every part of him touching me. I’m completely at his mercy as he dominates me.
My mouth opens, as fever races up my thighs. The heat is a fist clutching tighter below my waist, flooding my stomach with pleasure, tightening… thrusting, until I’m moaning and gasping, calling his name as my insides shatter in trembling spasms of orgasm.
Rowan breaks right behind me. “Yes,” he shouts, holding me still as he pulses, filling me.
His thighs are against my ass, and his muscles tremor. His breathing is a rasp, and he lowers the straps. The belt falls loose as he wraps his arm across my breasts, lifting me against his chest. He turns my face so he can kiss me. Our tongues curl, and taste, smoothing together as our lips meld.
He’s still inside me, and I clench around him once more. He pulses once more, moaning into my mouth. Every muscle in my body is spent. I tremble, devastated by the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.
His hand moves to my flat stomach, sliding up and down my skin. “This body is mine.”
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DIRTY THIEF
by Tia Louise
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~ Rowan ~
I’ve loosened my tie and removed my coat. My vest is unbuttoned, and a cummerbund is on the small table. Beside it are a flogger, a mask, and wrist restraints. My semi grows harder as I think of how I intend to discipline her for tonight’s misbehavior.
Without a word, she walks into the dim-lit room and goes to the table in front of a mirror hanging on the wall. I watch as she places the narrow clutch on it. She reaches up and traces her fingers around her hairline, and in a gentle sweep, the blonde wig is off and discarded. The large gemstones on her ears are next, and with a tissue, she wipes the deep red lipstick from her mouth.
She shakes her head, pulling her dark waves around her face, growing more beautiful with every discarded accessory. Her final act is to reach behind her neck, unfastening the beaded band holding her dress in place. She reaches around her back and slides the zipper down, and the entire garment hits the floor. She’s left standing in nothing but those gold stilettos, and I’m winded. She is the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.
I exhale a barely audible groan, and she turns quickly to face me. The yellow light touches the tips of her breasts, highlighting her nipples, which are rising and falling rapidly.
“Who’s there?” she speaks fast, the slightest tremor in her voice.
“The authorities.” My voice is deep, even.
I might be aching to fuck her, my cock an iron rod in my slacks, but I never break.
Standing, I point to the space in front of me. “Come.”
She hesitates a moment, her fingers curling, her little pants visible even in this light. She can’t leave now.
“I do not repeat myself.” Again, it’s low, even.
One hesitant step, then another… she crosses the luxurious suite, and my eyes go to the luscious space between her thighs. She moves like a supermodel, her legs whispering past each other as she obeys my command.
“Stop,” I say when she reaches the small table.
I walk to where she stands, her hands moving over her thighs as if she’s thinking of covering her naked body.
I’m at her shoulder, and I look down the swell of her breasts, the dark areolas, the pointed tips. Her smell of fresh jasmine surrounds me, and my fingers ache to touch her. I long to bury my face in her silky hair.
Not yet.
“Do not cover yourself.” It’s a hot whisper across her cool skin, and she shivers.
Going to the small table, I pick up the purse. Inside, I take out a slim phone, and… Fuck. She did steal the old man’s gold pen.
“What did I tell you about stealing from the citizens of Monagasco?”
“Not to, sir,” she whispers.
Returning to her, I feel the hum of anticipation sizzling between us. Hot desire and need flush her skin. She steals because she wants what comes next, and I’ve promised to give her everything she wants.
“Down.” With one word, she lowers to her knees in front of me, facing me.
Looking up, she smooths her hands over the front of my pants, rising higher until she reaches the clasp. She unfastens it and lowers the zipper, and I push them down and away. Tonight, I’m commando.
Round blue-green eyes meet mine, and she leans forward, her lips puckered as she places them against my slippery cock. Her tongue flickers around my tip, and I exhale slowly as waves of pleasure race through my body, centering on this one muscle my wife is now gripping in her fist.
I trace my fingers over her cheeks, moving them into the sides of her hair and gripping her head. She sucks and bobs up and down faster. My ass tightens, and I feel the orgasm building. Slow it down.
I hold her, stopping her movements. “Stop.” I swallow the thickness in my throat. “Turn around.”
She looks up at me a moment longer, eyes simmering with desire, and I trace my finger over her swollen lips. My cock is aching and pointing at her, but she needs her punishment.
“Turn around.”
She moves so that her back is to me and leans forward, placing her elbows on the floor, giving me a full view of her glistening pussy. I can’t resist. I reach down and trace my finger front to back, testing her wetness, teasing her clit, sinking my finger into her core.
Her breathy moan fills the air around us, and I remove my hand. I take the mask off the table and put it over her eyes. Then I take the thigh restraints and wrap them around her legs.
“Stand.” She reaches out, and I take her hand, guiding her to the divan. It has a velvet-covered arm, and the first time I saw it, I envisioned bending Ava over it and taking her hard from behind. Time for dreams to come true.
Pushing her forward on her stomach, I use the cuffs on her outer thighs to bind her wrists. Spreading her legs, I run my palm over her smooth ass.
“Three licks,” I say. “Count them.”
Reaching back, I bring my palm down hard against her skin. A loud SLAP! fills the air around us, and her knees bend slightly.
“One.” Her voice is muffled in the velvet.
I repeat the motion. SLAP!
“Two…” It’s a bit louder, a bit closer to a moan.
SLAP!
“Three!” It’s a gasping cry, and her thighs start to tremble.
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MAKE YOU MINE
By Tia Louise
© TLM Productions LLC, 2018
Gray
“I dreamed about you every night.” My confession makes her smile.
It’s the truth. It’s the only truth I know—if she’s in danger, I’ll carry her out. If she’s crying, I hold her until she stops. If she wants me… I can’t tell her no.
It’s been that way since she was just a cute little kid. It’s been this way since last summer when everything changed. I tried to fight it. She was only seventeen. I was almost twenty-one… Her daddy would’ve shot me dead and buried my body.
I tried to date… One time. It was a fucking disaster. I could only see her, taste her, want her. Only Drew gets me this way.
At night, I’d lie in bed and remember the first time we were together. Two triangles of white fabric covered her small breasts. I could see the curves at the bottoms and sides. They were perfect handfuls, high and pointed.
She looked at me as if she knew what she was doing to me in that white bikini. I’m sure I looked like an awestruck fool.
Then she blinked and tucked her chin into her shoulder, taunting me. Her hair swished down her back, ending at her slim waist. Her flat stomach led to round hips, long, silky legs. Her toenails were painted bright white, and I wanted to put them in my mouth. I’ve never wanted to do that.
I’ve never wanted to devour someone before.
My dick was so hard.
“I dreamed of you touching me.” Her voice drips with desire, and just like that, I have a steel rod in my pants. “Will you touch me now?”
“Drew…” I should tell her no.
Being here with her is dangerous.
If Danny found out… He’d say what I know. I’m too old for her. She’s too young. I should give her a chance to grow up. On top of that, I have nothing, no name, no status. I’m an orphan raised by a nobody.
I’m working to change it, but I haven’t yet.
She takes my hand and places it on the top of her thigh, at the hem of her red dress. “Touch me here,” she whispers, leaning into my ear.
She owns me in this moment, and she knows it.
She knows holding her is the greatest feeling in the world. It’s like coming home.
Her hand guides mine higher, sliding up the smooth skin of her leg. I feel her body tremble, and when my fingers touch the soft folds of her sex, I almost come in my pants. She’s not wearing underwear.
“Drew.” My voice is a hungry noise, the growl of a starving man.
“Yes,” she sighs. “Touch me, Gray.”
Her nails cut into my shoulders as I trace my fingers along the damp slit, teasing the tiny strip of curls, dipping the tip of one finger into her tight, clenching core. One more, and she moans. She’s so wet. I want to taste her.
“Gray…” Her hands go to my waist, pulling at the button on my jeans. She has my pants undone, and my erection is pointing right at her.
“Hang on.” I stand, fishing out my wallet, finding a condom.
I turn to the side to roll it on my aching dick.
As much as I dream of her carrying my baby, I know neither one of us is ready for that responsibility. Hell, I’m leaving for fucking Africa in less than two days. How I’ll survive four years without her, I don’t have a fucking clue, but I won’t do what they say I will. I won’t “ruin her” and run off.
My hands are on her again, lifting her by the ass and carrying her so her back is against the wall. Her mouth is on my neck, her soft tongue touching my hot skin as she kisses her way higher. I’m about to explode.
“I need you inside me.” Her lips graze my ear before she kisses it, and I don’t hesitate.
Lowering her onto my dick, my knees almost give out. My mind tilts at the sensation of her hot, tight, and clenching around my shaft. I have to hold still or I’ll come. Her thighs tense around my waist, and she struggles to move, letting out a low moan.
“Gray…” I feel her tremble, her muscles spasm, and my brow tightens.
I raise my head to find her eyes. “Did you come?”
Her nose curls, and she stretches up and down on me. “I came when you touched me.” She grips my shoulders, pulling up to kiss me. “Do it hard—the way you like it. I want to feel you. I want to remember you were here.”
Jesus. My eyes close, and I lower my mouth to hers. Her lips part, and our tongues curl together. I start to move, a deep thrust, and there’s no turning back.
“Drew…” It’s a ragged groan, and her body breaks again.
I’m relentless, driven by a need that never lets me go. Her small breasts bounce against my chest with every hard thrust. She moans, and her back arches, more clenching around my dick, pulling me further in.
“Oh,” she gasps, and I brace myself.
This is better than any drug. She’s my crack cocaine.
My hands grip her hips, pulling us together again and again, until I break, pressing her to the wall, filling that condom with every pulse, the way I dream of filling her, of putting my baby into her, of having all the things I want with her, a home, a family.
I’m breathing hard. My eyes are closed, and her fingers trace my neck, thread into my hair. She kisses my jaw, my cheek. The sensations consume me, overpower me. I hold onto her as I fumble my way back to Earth. I got lost in heaven.
Mine… Mine… The word echoes in my ears on every heartbeat. What will it take to make her mine?
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EXCERPT
MAKE YOU MINE
By Tia Louise
© TLM Productions LLC, 2018
Drew
This is a bad idea. I shouldn’t be here alone with him. I need to go to the lake house and go to bed.
Gray shrugs. “I also wanted to be sure Ralph didn’t get too… handsy.”
“I met Ralph tonight because we can’t be together anymore. You’re no good for me. Remember?” The words are like acid on my tongue, but they’re his words. He needs to hear them again and decide if they’re true.
His brow tightens, and he looks down. “I remember.”
A drop of rain hits my cheek, and I wipe it away angrily. “How dare you come back here, acting like there’s nothing between us, then get jealous because I’m on a date?”
“I don’t like you putting yourself in danger.”
I’ve had enough. “I’m not doing this,” I say, pushing past him. “I’m leaving.”
He catches my arm. “Not yet.”
“Stop it.” I’m losing my fight against the tears. “You left me. I was right here, and you left like you forgot all about us.”
He moves in closer, heat in his tone. “I remember every detail of us.”
“Prove it.”
Fire is in his eyes, those stormy eyes I love, but he’s still holding back, fighting me. I’m out of patience.
Raindrops fall faster on my arms. “It’s starting to rain.”
A flash of light in the sky distracts him, and I take the opportunity to pull away, jogging to where the Jag is parked. The top is down, so I throw my bag inside and jump behind the wheel.
“Drew, wait!” Gray jogs after me, but I floor it, throwing rocks as I rush out of the gravel parking lot. I’ve had it with the games…
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MAKE ME YOURS
By Tia Louise
© TLM Productions LLC, 2019
Remi
“What are you doing in here?” Her voice is soft, a little flustered, but I can tell she’s trying to tease me.
She’s standing there in cotton shorts and a thin tee with “Dream Big” printed on the front. A robe hangs from her shoulders, but it’s open. I watch as her eyes travel over me fast, her cheeks blushing pink.
“You blush easily.”
“Do I?” Her voice is soft, and she grins, her cheeks growing pinker. “I never did before. I didn’t mean to catch you in your underwear.”
Glancing down, I see the wife beater I’m wearing doesn’t cover much. I’m sweaty, my hair’s a mess, and I’m standing barefoot in the kitchen. “I just got back from a run. I thought everyone had gone to bed.”
“Lillie’s in bed.” She comes closer. “I don’t know where Eleanor is.”
Lifting my chin, I return to the refrigerator, where I’m holding the door open. “I just needed a little something more to help me sleep. I was thinking about Lillie’s leftovers, wishing we had something like cookies or pigs in blankets.”
She almost laughs. “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to contaminate Lillie with my horrible food choices.”
“You should have a baking day, make cookies.”
Her voice turns sassy. “Are you saying you want my cookies?”
“I’ll eat your cookies.” I give her a wink, meaning it in every way.
She snorts a laugh, and it makes me smile. I love when she plays with me. Returning to the fridge, I take out a plastic container of what looks like cantaloupe. When I open it, it smells like alcohol.
“Hm.” I study the salmon-colored fruit. “This might be bad. I’m going to need you to taste it for me.”
“I don’t think so. That’s not my job.” She does a hop, and she’s sitting on the bar.
Perfect. I step between her legs, lifting out a cube. “You’re saying you won’t taste this to be sure it won’t hurt me?”
Holding it up, I lightly trace the corner across her full bottom lip. She pulls her head back. “It smells like it’s fermented.”
“Will you nurse me if I get sick?” I pop it in my mouth, imagining her in a sexy nurse outfit. It makes my dick twitch. “Tastes okay.”
“I wouldn’t eat too much of it.”
Stepping to the fridge again, I find a smaller container of strawberries and take it out. “How about this?” I hold a slice of strawberry to her lips. “Don’t you like strawberries?”
“Yes and no—the seeds get stuck in my teeth.”
Parting my lips, I watch as her mouth opens slightly. Her pink tongue slips out and tastes the fruit before she pulls it between her white teeth.
I have a full-on semi at the sight, and I put the other half in my mouth. “It’s juicy and sweet, just like you.”
“Remi…” Her voice is a warning, but my hands go to her thighs.
I slide them higher as I lean closer, possession running hot in my veins. “I don’t like you talking to Henry Pak. I don’t want you going to his condo when he’s moved in. I don’t want him calling you.”
Her eyebrows rise, and her hands grip my wrists, stopping my progress. I’m ready to devour her like that fruit, and I’m pretty sure she sees it in my eyes.
“That’s not your business.” Her voice is low, thick, and her breath is a little faster.
“I can make it my business.”
“How?” Her brow quirks, but her grip on my wrists loosens.
“I don’t want Lillie around him.”
“Henry’s polite, he’s a doctor, he’s Korean…” Her lips twist into a cute frown. “He’s just the type of guy my mother would love.”
“Now I really don’t like him.” That makes her laugh. “Besides, you don’t like polite men. I can tell.”
Her eyes narrow. “How can you tell?”
“I watch and learn. Figuring out what you like has become my favorite pastime.” My hands start to move again, but she catches my wrists.
Her chin lifts, and when our eyes meet, it’s electric, like always. “What are you saying?”
I’m not sure exactly. “You’re important to me… I care about what you’re doing. It matters in a way I didn’t expect.”
“I really need to find my own place.”
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BOSS OF ME Excerpt
BOSS OF ME
By Tia Louise
© TLM Productions LLC, 2019
Raquel
They say the devil was heaven’s most beautiful angel. Patton Fletcher standing over me, looking down like he wants to devour me, blows that seraph away.
He’s the tiger, and I couldn’t escape if I wanted to.
I don’t.
His shirt’s gone, and my eyes trace the strong lines of his broad shoulders to his firm chest to the ridges of his abs.
The sleeve of ink following the lines of muscle in his arm is wickedly sexy—it makes my insides clench. I’m so eager, I’m sure I’ll burst into orgasm the moment he touches me.
Intense, dark eyes move from my breasts to my legs, and his voice is rich and low. “You have great legs.”
Instinctively, my knees rub together, and he holds out his hand. I take it, and he pulls me up, catching the hem of my sweater and lifting it over my head.
My black lace bra only covers the bottom of my breasts, and he traces his fingers along the tops of them, causing me to shiver.
His eyes darken, and he dips them inside, rolling my hard nipples between his fingertips. “You have perfect breasts.”
My lips part, and the heat surging in my veins has me under his spell. “Thank you.”
“Lie back.”
I do as he says, and he drops between my knees, sliding his hands up my outer thighs and shoving my denim skirt up to my waist.
“I’ve wanted to taste you since you wore that skirt on Friday.”
Oh, shit.
My eyes flutter closed and a moan slips from my throat as he kisses the inside of my knee, tracing his lips higher, along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh.
“Patton…” I hiss as his beard scratches my legs.
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WAIT FOR ME Prologue
WAIT FOR ME
By Tia Louise
© TLM Productions LLC, 2019
Prologue
Noel
My momma was too beautiful to die.
At least, that’s what everybody said.
Penelope Jean Harris was the scion of our town’s founder and prettiest girl in three parishes. She was head majorette in high school and Homecoming queen and Prom queen and every other queen. She was Peach Princess, Teen Dixie Peach, and Miss Dixie Gem. She would’ve gone on to be Miss Louisiana if my daddy hadn’t made her a Mrs.
I was eleven—that strange age between too big to play in the creek in only my panties and too little to sleep without the closet light on. I loved Dolly Parton and butterflies and picking peaches straight off my Daddy’s trees and eating them, jumping in the lake and running after jackrabbits with my little brother Leon.
In the summer the trees were rich green, and the sweet scent of peach juice filled the air. In the winter they were sparse, bony hands, reaching palms up to heaven. Branches like fingers spread, grasping for hope.
Momma’s hazel eyes crinkled at the corners whenever she looked at me or my brothers or my daddy. Her sweet smile was warm sunshine when I got cold.
She would wrap me in her arms and sing an old sad song when I was sleepy or cranky or “out of sorts,” which is how she’d put it. I pictured “sorts” as ivory dominoes I could line up and knock down or slap off the table, across the room. I’d pull her silky brown hair around me like a cape and close my eyes and breathe…
Then she was gone.
She went for a walk one crisp winter evening along the narrow, dirt road that runs past our orchard out to the old house on the hill. Frost was in the air; bonfires were burning. The man driving the truck said she came out of nowhere.
He never saw her.
She never saw him.
Six weeks later, in that same orchard with peach blossoms on the trees and dew tipping the grass, on the very spot she died, my daddy took his life with his own gun.
I guess sometimes love makes you forget things can get better.
I guess he didn’t see a bend in the road up ahead.
I guess he only saw a straight line leading deeper and deeper into black.
My daddy was the star of his high school football team… but Life threw him a pass he couldn’t catch with Momma’s death.
Our world changed forever that winter.
Dolly says love is like a butterfly, soft and gentle as a sigh, but from what I’ve seen of love, I think it’s more like a tornado, shocking and violent and so powerful it can rip your soul out of your mouth…
It’s faster than you can run, and it blows one house away while leaving the next one peacefully standing.
I didn’t know which way love would take me, quietly or with the roar of a freight train. I should’ve known. I should’ve realized the moment I saw him.
It was both.
It was quiet as the brush of peach fuzz, but it left my insides in splinters. It twisted my lungs and lifted me up so high only to throw me down with a force that rang my ears and flooded my eyes.
It all started the summer before they left, a month before my brother was sent to fight in a war everybody said was over.
It all started in the kitchen of my momma’s house…
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