S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.
When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.
As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together
It’s the end of an era. I’m not sure how to say thank you to Sara Brookes, I hope to figure it out. Six Sunday is one of the first things I did when I started my blog a little over a year ago. My writing has come a long way over the last fourteen-months and I know my Six Sunday experiences are part of the reason. I’ve found some incredibly talented writers, my auto buy list has growing pains, and I have found some great friends here as well. It has been an honor to see my name mixed in with this group. Thank you to the whole Six Sunday family.
I’ll end my run with one more six from my current WIP, In the Blind (working title), and you can see the past three posts from this WIP here. The Logline: When a head hunter finds her dream lover in a night of pitch black unrestrained passion, she fears she’ll never find him again. Fate steps in and throws the two together, but they might never discover the truth and stay in the blind.
Over the past few weeks we’ve seen Jane remove her clothes, leave her bad memories behind, and prepare for a night she’ll never forget, at Club Blind. It’s the kind of place where they turn off all the lights, clothing is not an option, and they pair you up to… 😉 Rest assured, the club stands by the motto: safe, sane, and consensual. Last Week she was escorted to her room and her hand was placed in his. They’re there for the same reasons, and she’s all his for the evening. I’ve skipped only a line or two since last week.
His hand landed softly on her cheek, fingertips caressed her chin and her lips. Curiosity wore away her reserve and she let her tongue reach out and taste his fingers. One digit pushed into her mouth and she sucked lightly, enjoying the clean taste of him.
The finger left her mouth, a second of waiting, and then his mouth crushed down on hers. His lips were firm and demanding, feeding her hunger, and his warm, wet tongue swept through her mouth to dual with hers. The kiss ended just as abruptly as it started, leaving her wanting.
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Three weeks into this round and I think I’ve already gone through a rainbow of emotions. Week-one I took it all on and accomplished so much and I expected a repeat in week-two. When week-two fell apart, as the evil day job demanded more of my time, I did as well. I accomplished a good bit last week and didn’t give myself credit for any of it, because I could only see what I didn’t get done. I totally forgot this journey is a marathon and not a sprint. I can not judge my effort or results based on any one day or any one hour.
This week I took a step back, a break really, and regrouped. If I’m going to survive on this road I need to be my own best friend. I got back to basics, the meat and bones of it all, and attempted to leave the gristle alone. It’s about time I celebrate what I am able to get done. Positive thoughts will encourage me and push me further than all the negative baloney. As a bonus, my in-laws came to town for three-days and yesterday my brother and oldest niece came to stay for the night. It’s a fabulous thing to have your family surround you when you’re trying to start fresh. I felt the love.
The Goals – week-3 results
Spend at least 1-hour a day with my characters- done.
Daily progress in writing craft, word count, editing, and/or plotting- done.I finished my current craft book and my CPs WIP. Love the active exchanges post critique, it makes me feel so helpful. Plus, I got back into my Margie packet and finished the first lecture. I restarted reading the packet since it had been so long since I’d read any of it. I only did a little bit of editing on the WIP this week and added 389-words. I haven’t figured out how I want the darkest point to unfold. I think I know how I want to wrap things up, so I’m going to fast draft that out. I’ll go back and fill in the hole, maybe with the end drafted, I’ll be able to see how it all comes together. We’ll see.
Workout a minimum of three times a week and round it out with plenty of water, sleep and my calorie limit- NOT DONE. This was a flustered week as I tried to pull myself back together and the workouts didn’t happened. It’s too bad too, because they sure would have helped. I’ll try again this week to just do it. WEEK 4 PRIORITY
Daily Nia study (i.e. studying the song/movement structure)- I did nothing here this week, however I got a tip from a Nia mentor and I’m going to try it out this week WEEK 4 PRIORITY
Stay on top of my co-op preschool Treasurer responsibilities- done. I created/sent several invoices.
Organize something in the house each week- done. We donate a lot of stuff and this week we got rid of a bunch of things around the house, including a box with stuff from my pre-wedding days. It was marked garage sale, not sure if it ever got in one. Also, I was married almost 13-years ago. Yeah, it was time for the box to go. Feels good to free our home and hopefully help someone else.
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Gina took one last look at the man still sound asleep in his bed and let herself wonder what if. A curl of hair licked at his tender brow and temptation tickled through her. The sun maybe up and ready for the day, but he was clueless. She hoped to sneak away before he rose and thought better of the time they’d spent together. Her heart ached, she’d never really get to know this man, this man that challenged her completely, but she had to be the one that left. She couldn’t bear him telling her she wasn’t good enough.
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Thanks for having me on your blog today. I am so excited about my new release Battling Rapture. Each time I sit down to write a story, light bondage flows onto the page. This one was no different. I have a theory that my heroines need a little push to give in to delight. They are very strong willed, always pressing their advantages and standing with their convictions. But sometimes there is more pleasure in surrender. My heroes are always happy to help.
SJ: Can you see me dancing in my seat? Oh yeah. Stormie is my kind of writer. I thought you’d enjoy her. She’s got lots to share today, plus there’s a blog tour givewaway, don’t miss it, it’s down there as well. Enjoy.
Niki is captured by hostile aliens after Earth is invaded. Once a soldier, she is now a slave. She is sold to the highest bidder, and then lost in a game of cards to a tall Ordanian spaceship captain, who claims to have been sent to rescue her. They work together to survive the dangers of the United Universe, while Niki battles her desire for the only man to ever enflame her mind, body and soul.
Captain Rhine’s mission is to reunite the Earth woman with her family. Outmaneuvering beast shifters and a crazed stalker are the very least he is willing to do to keep her by his side. Her touch ignites his passion. Her scent drives his lust. Her strength eases his soul even as she challenges him every step of the way. In the end, Rhine understands, the biggest battle is for her heart.
He leaned over her. His stomach muscles bunched and rolled above her. She opened her mouth, barely stopping her tongue from peeking out and tasting him. She looked up instead. He wrapped the rope around her wrists, apparently finding it easy to manipulate the thick cord. He fastened the other end around the top horizontal solid bar of the headboard.
He ran his hands softly over her inner arms. She shivered. She tensed as he grabbed her face a little more roughly. She looked into his eyes. Anticipation wound tightly within her. What would he do next?
“You have two dresses in my bag, correct?” he asked close to her mouth.
She hesitated. He squeezed her face a little tighter.
“Yes.” She stared him in the eye.
“Good.” He let her go. He moved down so that he sat between her legs, which had opened despite her desire not to appear too eager. His cock rested against the juncture of her legs. She could feel its mass through the layers of her skirt and leggings.
He sat back, grabbed her bodice and ripped it straight down the middle. She gasped. Shock held her still for a moment. Then her pussy gushed. This was just wrong. The man had tied her to a bed and literally ripped her top off and she was creaming her panties. Her head fell back and she tugged on the ties around her wrists. She was secured tightly.
Her attention snapped back to Rhine as she felt two large hands cup her breasts. They teased, squeezed and rolled her tits and she enjoyed every minute of it.
“Found some new toys.” She panted and suppressed a groan.
“Mine,” he said. He stared at her breasts hungrily. He slid down her body.
“I don’t know about—” She gasped as he sucked her right nipple into his mouth. Her eyes rolled up into her head for a moment.
“Okay, you can borrow them for a while.” If he kept up the delicious suction, she’d be begging him to try it a little lower in no time.
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This week I’ll give you another six from my current WIP, In the Blind (working title), and you can see the past two posts from this WIP here. The Logline: When a head hunter finds her dream lover in a night of pitch black unrestrained passion, she fears she’ll never find him again. Fate steps in and throws the two together, but they might never discover the truth and stay in the blind.
Two weeks ago, Jane striped her clothing. Last Week, she got in line and reminded herself why she’d come to the club. It’s the kind of place where they turn off all the lights, clothing is not an option, and they pair you up to… 😉 I’ve skipped a little bit more to find this week’s six. Jane has just taken the hand of her escort, the one with the night vision goggles, he’s taking her to the room and her date for the night.
Once the door closed behind them, Jane was surrounded by unending black. She looked around, but there was nothing, no end to the darkness. A nervous shiver danced up her spine, and thoughts of haunted houses filled her thoughts until her escort tugged her forward, bringing her back to the night’s purpose.
She was about to touch the man that would give her release.
They slowed, turned a corner, and after a couple more steps they stopped. Her heart raced with excited jitters. Her escort placed her hand into another.
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Last week I had a pretty good week and then this week, well, it was the opposite. I could so easily point the finger at the evil day job and my volunteer responsibilities, they both deserve the evil eye, but I’m convinced I could have done better. At this point in the analysis I cold stop and attempt to unhook the disappointment, but nope, I can’t, because I can and want to do more with my week. The test will come this week when I’m expecting much of the same from the evil day job. I’m going to take the feeling I’ve got itching in my fingers and barrel right into the coming week. Wish me luck, I’m probably going to need it.
The Goals – week-2 results
Spend at least 1-hour a day with my characters- done.
Daily progress in writing craft, word count, editing, and/or plotting- done.I did read three more sections in my current craft book, but I didn’t finish it. I did read two more chapters in my CPs WIP, but I didn’t finish that either. I did figure out some plot holes and I added almost 2k to the WIP.
Workout a minimum of three times a week and round it out with plenty of water, sleep and my calorie limit- NOT DONE. Ugh, I only worked out once this week. WEEK 3 PRIORITY
Daily Nia study (i.e. studying the song/movement structure)- I did nothing here this week 😦 WEEK 3 PRIORITY
Stay on top of my co-op preschool Treasurer responsibilities- done. I finished several reports, paid many bills and got them all in the mail.
Organize something in the house each week- done. I organized paper this week. I sorted, I piled, I shredded, I recycled. When I was half way done, I had a big ole mess, but it made a huge difference and we’re one step closer to the tax accountant. Yeah!
I got to almost all my goals in some way, but Nia, but I didn’t get enough done to really make me pleased. I’ll try again this week.
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Sara decided she’d wait five more minutes, if Dan hadn’t come out by then she’d leave her hiding spot. She felt like a cretin sitting in the shadows of his dorm room and there was something entirely creepy about this side of his building. Although she knew Dan would make up for it with his talented fingers, she began to wonder if their arrangement was worth it. Who was she kidding, when he got her rolling into her second orgasm, this disturbing evening would be long forgotten.
A chill went up her spine, she sensed a presence behind her.
“Dan?”
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It’s Nomination time for your favorite Erotic Ménage Romance stories. Mary fromMary’s Naughty Whispers has put it all together with a little help from her friends.
Nominations will be taken from January 5 to January 31st, just click on the cute little image and it will take you to simple google doc. You nominate your favorite ménage authors and stories in the categories of your choice. The nominations will close at midnight January 31st and on Feb 2-28, 2013, everyone will get to vote (poll). Winners will be announced on March 1st 2013.
You can find out all the details and more in Mary’s post found here
All categories already have nominees, so don’t wait, enter your favorites today.
And don’t forget to check back in to vote and find out who the winners are, so much fun!
As it turns out Social Media is pretty social. Today I’m sharing my new bestie with you. I’ve never met Jenna in person, but with a couple of tweets I knew we were going to get along well. Today she releases her first Quickie and couldn’t be happier for her. You might catch us doing the happy dance on twitter today. PLUS, I put her on the hot seat and got her to answer a couple of questions. But first, check out her BLURB, below the Q&A you’ll find a hot little tease that you won’t want to miss and at the very bottom you’ll find Jenna’s BIO and the BUY LINK. Enjoy 🙂
BLURB:
Dr. Collins has always fantasized about the female students in his college classes. Many of those fantasies focused on doing naughty things right in his own office, but he never expected one of his students, a sexy girl named Elizabeth, would have fantasies of her own, and that he plays a starring role in them.
For the entire semester, Elizabeth had had fantasies about Dr. Collins. Now she wants the real thing. She’s not looking for a relationship. All she wants is him. Inside of her. And Dr. Collins doesn’t have an advanced degree for nothing. He’s a smart guy, and he’s going to take advantage of the opportunity that’s literally landed in his lap.
Q & A:
Picture your favorite place in the world. Now, can you tell us a little bit about the place you’ve pictured?
It would have to be at home spending time with my kids. There are no people in the world who know, understand, love, and accept me like my children do.
Think of the last book you read that made a lasting impression on you. What was it that made such an impression?
I haven’t finished it yet, but I am in the process of reading The Hobbit for the very first time, after watching the movie twice and loving it. I plan to read the entire series this year.
I have always loved the fantasy genre, although I regretfully have neglected it over the most recent years.
I like the whole unlikely hero scenario. I think we all secretly wish we could overcome evil and protect people!
What turns you on creatively?
I find ideas everywhere-television, books, real life. There are stories waiting to be told or created everywhere you look!
How did the idea for your current release come to you?
I saw a submission call, and was like AH HA! By George, I’ve got it!
What quality do you most admire in yourself?
I have a huge heart. I always try to see the good in people and situations.
Which living person(s) do you most admire?
Children who are fighting cancer and their families.
What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
I sure would like to try to be a billionaire! You know, just to see if I like it or not. That’s a profession, right? 😉
What is your greatest extravagance?
One thing I used to treat myself to monthly was $20 worth of extra dark chocolate truffles from Godiva. These delicious little pieces of heaven were dark chocolate, with dark chocolate inside, and rolled in cocoa. Unfortunately, the Godiva store near me closed, and I have had to go without them for over two years. *sob sob sob*
Tell us one thing that’s on your bucket list?
I started having children while I was pretty young, so one of the things I have not been able to do much of that I really want to is travel. Hawaii tops the list of places I want to go, but there is so much of the world that I want to see and discover!
What is your favorite music (genre/artist/album/song)?
Oh man, I am an oddball here. I like a wide variety of music. Everything from Broadway tunes to The Carpenters, Disturbed to Zebra. I like country and some pop, and my one son has recently made me a fan of Dubstep. There isn’t a genre that I won’t at least explore, and I generally find something that I like.
Tell us a bit about the projects you are working on now?
I have another EC for Men in the works, and the beginning chapters of 2 novels started. One is a sweet, erotic romance. In the other, I am going to try my hands at erotic horror.
EXCERPT:
“Show me,” Elizabeth demands.
“Wha…what do you mean?”
“I want you to show me how you jerk off, Dr. Collins. I want to watch you.” She struts back to the desk across from me, pulls her skirt up, sits down and places her well-manicured hand down inside her panties. She does not begin moving them.
I’m staring at her, stunned into inaction. Of course I had fantasized about this very thing, but now that it really is happening, I’m not as confident as I’d been when it was all played out in my head. In fantasy, I had control over what was going on. Right now, I have no idea what is going to happen.
Elizabeth pulls her hand out of her underwear and looks at me impatiently. “Do you want to watch me work my pussy or not?”
I nod.
“Then you’d better get going. Fair is fair.” She stands and slides her flip flops and panties off. I see her round, firm derriere as she turns, then sits back down on the desk, naked ass slapping against the wood, her feet on opposite corners so I have a view of her perfect pussy, glistening and slightly gaping. Her fingers hover above her cunt, almost, but not quite touching herself.
BIO:
An incurable romantic with a naughty side, Jenna loves to discover where her characters take her as she tells their stories. Jenna lives in NY with Mr. Happily Ever After and her five children, two dogs and cat.
She loves to hear from fans! Feel free to contact her via social media or email.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year…unless you’re single and lonely.
Jinx–one of Santa’s elves–is in trouble with the Big Guy. She’s been charged with bringing holiday happiness to Christopher Ragan, CEO of Wondrous Toys. It’s a big job especially when he’s more attached to the bottom of a bottle than helping his fellow man.
She’s got enough trouble without spilling the secrets of the North Pole, but then along comes Natalie Burnes, a newbie CEO of Enchanted Toys and in trouble of a hostile takeover from Christopher’s company. The woman literally crashes Christopher’s vacation plans in a tucked away Michigan cabin—and the sparks start flying.
As if Jinx’s job of matchmaking the toy makers isn’t hard enough, she’s got to stay one step ahead of the North Pole patrol and keep out of sight of the humans. No way is she gonna screw up and lose her magic again. If the humans can’t find happiness and love by Christmas, Jinx forfeits her chance of seeing her true love too. What’s an elf to do?
EXCERPT:
This excerpt is from the beginning of Chapter Two.
Run. Get out of here. Adrenaline pumped through Natalie’s system, but fear kept her riveted in place. Light from the bedroom spilled into the hallway and gleamed off broad, bronze shoulders and muscular thighs. The man stood about six foot three. From her vantage point, she noted his tight glutes and ripped biceps, an obvious indication he didn’t neglect his physical health.
Natalie scrambled to find the courage to drag her gaze from his naked torso, up his wide chest, and farther still to his face that appeared like textured marble in the artificial light. She deduced he meant her no harm when he stumbled back against the bathroom doorway, his hands covering his ears.
If he were some crazy person, he’d already be after me.What kind of robber would go around in the middle of a blizzard naked anyway?
Her fright dissipated as she glimpsed his taut jaw set at a stubborn angle. He remained still with his shoulders back and legs spread. He crossed his arms and stared her down, his expression pinched.
A hot, annoyed, naked guy was the last thing she expected to encounter in her cabin. She didn’t know who was more caught off guard. “What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded, taking another step back.
A faint niggling of recognition stirred her brain cells. I can’t be right. Fate can’t so readily be handing me who I’m wanting to see, and in such a nicely presented package.
He pushed his wavy blond hair from his furrowed brow and regarded her from deep, intense blue eyes. “God, am I still dreaming? I thought I was rid of you.”
Dazed, she shook her head. This time, she was wrong. Fate had decided to help her out. This naked hottie was indeed Christopher Reagan. And what was he talking about? He was the intruder. “Um… No, I just got here.” That sounded like an apology. She hardened her voice. “Why are you in my cabin?”
“He’s been waiting for you,” whispered that same voice she’d heard on the porch. This pulled Natalie’s attention from the naked guy. He wasn’t the one who had spoken. To be sure there wasn’t anyone else in the room, she scanned every corner. To her consternation, she found nothing.
I must be going crazy. Or the resident ghost in this place is more active than I’d like.
“Did you just hear something? A voice maybe?” she asked.
He hesitated for a moment, blinking as he gaped at her. “Hear what? You screamed loud enough to burst an eardrum. That’s all I heard.”
Maybe I’m more tired than I think. Hearing voices. Seeing naked men. Is this naked man real? At least he looked real, standing there in the flesh. The very sexy flesh. She struggled not to openly ogle him. He showed no such restraint as he perused her from her tangled, damp hair to her frozen toes, warming her blood.
She turned away from that burning stare. Her heart rate slowed, but her anger rose as she saw the bottles and glasses on the floor and recognized that Reagan, the intruder, had apparently been making full use of her cabin.
She flattened her lips into a hard snarl. “Who do you think you are? This is my cabin. With this mess,” she swept her arms wide, gesturing to the bottles, “you act like you own the place.”
He tilted his head in that arrogant way that sent familiarity slamming through her. She’d seen that look before and hated it now as she had then. “I do own this place. Rather, my family does. I’m Christopher Reagan, and this is my uncle’s cabin.”
She had yet to observe a look of acknowledgement in his eyes, though she’d rather pretend she hadn’t recognized Reagan at all. She’d traveled all this way to see him, but not unclothed and in her cabin. There was only so much of the man she could handle.
This excerpt is from the beginning of Chapter Five.
Natalie shook her head. “I’m not up for any tournaments tonight. The trip here fried my brain and discombobulated my nerves. I’ll never be the same again.”
“Oh, come on. How about a quick game? Every goddess has to learn to be a good loser.”
“Goddesses need sleep. I’ll need to be completely rested before I accept any challenges. And then you’re the one who’ll need the extra rest since I’ll cream you in your particular game of choice.”
Chris couldn’t help but taunt, “You’re too tired to play a short game of Scrabble, princess? Just one little game?”
She moved closer and stared him down. He knew Natalie hated being confronted, but he loved goading her. “It’s just a stupid board game. Are you that bored?”
“Yes. This evening has been particularly unamusing,” he replied drolly. Sparring with her was more fun than vegging out in front of his plasma TV. If he were being honest, he was glad to have company, even if she wasn’t his first choice. “But I understand,” he complied. “Princesses are easily worn out. They pass their days primping and spending all their money.” He looked down at her un-chipped nails painted with the colors of the holidays. “They waste so much energy doing silly tasks, like their nails.”
“You think I’m spoiled?”
“Could be.”
“My nails aren’t so nice. See?” She raked them down his arm. She wasn’t playful about it, exerting enough pressure to leave red marks on his skin.
“Do you always result to assault to get your point across, princess?” He seized her hand in his, containing her fingers.
Her hand squirmed, the fragile bones under the soft skin flexing in his hold. He held fast. “I find physical contact works best when talking becomes a moot, wasteful pastime,” she said, her eyes flashing bright. “Especially when one’s opponent’s skull won’t crack with one hit to the head. Sometimes they need several hard thunks to dent their stubborn skulls.”
Good, she thinks me an obstinate, selfish bastard. Just what I want. “Ah, so you love scratching me up, princess?”
“Could be. You’re lucky they’re not as deadly as they were a few days ago. If I were truly spoiled, I wouldn’t want to get my hands dirty. I spend as many hours at the office as you.” She tugged her hands from his and tapped her index finger against his manicured nails. “Maybe even more. Could be you’re the spoiled little prince. Look at those buffed nails and perfect cuticles,” she mocked. “My my, your royal high ass, how masculine they are.”
It was his turn to yank his hand away. She made him sound like a sissy with a superiority complex. “I don’t need to get my hands dirty. I’ve been through that stage. My company can run itself,” he shot back. “Can’t be easy being you when you can’t enjoy the fruits of all your hard labor.”
“Getting your hands dirty keeps you on your toes. I spend long hours coming up with new solutions for my company. Guess you love your golf game more, huh?”
“Very cute, princess.”
“What…the little prince doesn’t want to play a game now?” she reproached. “We just did. Cat scratch fever, and I won.” She waggled her fingers over his arm. “How’s it feel to lose, your royal high ass?”
“Thought you needed sleep. You’ve been fooling me all evening. You look like you just came off a runway.”
Chris was an expert at melting the panties off willing women. But as much as he wanted Natalie, he knew he wouldn’t get closer with the normal, boring, insincere pickup lines. That line wasn’t the usual for him. He’d actually meant it. Despite the bags of exhaustion under her eyes and the stress tensing her shoulders, she was beautiful. Not in the made-up, fake, enhanced way women he was used to associating with were. Her beauty was more natural and earthy.
Natalie’s combined snort and burst of laughter sent warmth sprinting through him. It wasn’t a fake I’m-laughing-to-appease-you kind of chuckle, but an honest-to-God from-the-gut hoot. “Oh, Reagan, you’re outdoing yourself. I look like hell and I know it.”
“No, really. From where I’m sitting, hell looks pretty great.”
Her kick from under the blanket couldn’t hurt a flea, but he pushed back all the same. Their feet became entangled under the quilt, her body heat seeping under his skin. “Stop it, Reagan. You’re flattery’s killing me.”
“Let’s do away with the formalities once and for all, Natalie. You saw me naked as the day I was born. That takes us to first names automatically in my book.”
“Okay then, Chris.”
He liked how his name rolled off her tongue like a sip of fine port.
“I think I’m going to turn in though. I’ve had a long day.”
The combined temperature from the fire and their bodies settled him and did away with the rest of his hangover. There was a part of him that didn’t want her to leave him since he’d be alone again. Her sweetness temporarily did away with his despair, and for a moment, Chris basked in the feeling of contentment. “I should turn in too,” he agreed, distracted as his gaze fixated on her mouth, yet he didn’t move to rise from the love seat.
Don’t go all soft where she’s concerned, Reagan. So what, you want to kiss her. It would be just one little, harmless kiss. Just like sex is sex. Stop reading more in to it.
Abbey MacInnis is a published author of Contemporary Western romance. Along with Contemporary, she writes Historical, Paranormal and erotic romance. Whether she’s being swept off her feet by a Medieval knight, regency rake, or cowboy or cop, her heroes are always strong men who’ll love their women unconditionally.
On most days, Abbey can be found at her computer, penning her latest tale. A tale where love, respect, and passion combine to create a satisfying and happy ending. Guaranteed. She invites you to step in to the pages of her romances, to leave your worries behind and get swept up in her world.
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