Saturday, March 4, 2017



It's READ an E-BOOK Week on the website and I'm offering SECRETS, for FREE from March 5-11th. During this special week,  my other books in the Sin Series are being slashed to half  price ($1.50) for ONE WEEK ONLY.  Start with the introduction of Reverend Nedra Davis and her fine, bad boy husband, Sinclair, in the book that started it all,  Sin ( only .99), then meet Sinclair and Nedra's best friends, Brandon and Sash, in Sweet Sacrifice, move on to enjoy the stunning revelations in  Secrets and then be intrigued by the mysterious man who will change a lot of lives  in the exciting novel, Strangers.

The latest novel in the Sin Series, Shadows of Love, will be coming  to Smashwords soon.  Presently, Shadows of Love is only available on in Ebook and paperback, and as I've been hyping for two blogs, my new Stillwaters series will start soon with Book #1, Someone Like Me.    

Tuesday, February 28, 2017


SOMEONE LIKE ME is still on schedule to be released next month. It seems like I've been dealing with this book forever, but that's because I wanted it to be just right.  The story line is about women's empowerment and SOMEONE LIKE ME is the first in the Stillwaters Series trilogy.  Each book will examine some extraordinary things that happen in the lives of three ordinary sisters and how this changes their lives.  Melanie, the middle sister, is the protagonist in SOMEONE LIKE ME.  Last month I provided readers with a SNEAK PREVIEW  of the book's Prologue.  Below is a sample of  CHAPTER 1:

Ten Years Later

“If you put one more hand on my sister I will stomp you into the ground!” Melanie assured her sister’s ex-boyfriend.  “Wanda told you to get out of her house and you better get out!”
She hoped this fool got the message, especially since she was standing in front of the little shrimp holding a table lamp that she fully intended to use if he didn’t comply.  Her younger sister was standing next to her holding a steel baseball bat, increasing the danger he was in, and she didn’t mince words.
“Get to steppin’, sucker, unless you want some of this.” Jolene was short and as thin as a rail.  At her best weight, she barely tipped the scales at 110 pounds, but she was a fighter, and she was about to bust this man upside his head.  She tightened her hold on the weapon fully prepared to swing.  “I know you don’t think you can break into my sister’s house and threaten her!”
In case he needed more persuasion, Wanda stood by the screen door that he had kicked off its hinges and she was breathing fire.  She was ready to pounce on him too.
Wanda was the exact opposite of her baby sister.  Although average in height, she was a large woman, whose round body still displayed remnants of the shapely young girl she used to be.  Unlike Jolene, Wanda was more mouth than anything else, but there were times that she would spring into action and take care of business.  This was one of those times. 
Realizing that he was outnumbered, the diminutive, Willie D, as he was known on the street, backed down.  Enraged, he tossed a barrage of parting curses at the women as he weaved unsteadily out of the house and down the cracked steps of the ramshackled house.  The sisters watched as he tumbled into his oversized sedan and drove away with tires screeching.  It wasn’t until his vehicle was out of sight that Melanie whirled on her sister.
“I’m sick and tired of this, Wanda!  Every time you hook up with these no good men and things go wrong, you call me to help you get out of a jam!”
“I didn’t call you,” Wanda snapped.  “Mama did.  We was on the phone talkin’ when she heard that idiot breaking down my screen door and she panicked.”  Her eyes narrowed.  “Anyway, don’t tell me, since you goin’ to college and all, you too good to help family now.”
“You mean since she’s sittin’ by that computer screen pretendin’ to go to college.”  Jolene sniggered, as she returned the bat back to its usual spot behind the front door. 
Melanie had been taking online college courses for so many years that her efforts had become the bunt of family jokes.
Jolene continued.  “Girl, I told her not to waste her money on that computer.  Them things are a rip-off.”  Wanda nodded in agreement.
“I guess you would know,” Melanie retorted sarcastically.  Sadly, neither of her sisters had ever tried to use one.  The era of technology was leaving them behind.
Ignoring the snide remark, Jolene turned her criticism toward Wanda.  “And Willie D’s actin’ a fool should be a wakeup call to you. Get that landlord to install a security door in this place.”

 Wanda sniffed.  “That cheap ass man ain’t gonna spend no money on somethin’ like that, but I do need one.  On top of it he’s probably gonna charge an arm and leg for that busted screen door even if it wasn’t my fault!”
Melanie snatched her purse up and prepared to leave.  “Why don’t you get that good for nothin’ Willie D to buy one for you?  That’s the least he owes you after all the hell you let him put you through.”
She couldn’t count the number of times the volatile couple had fought during the short time they’d been together and, unfortunately, she had heard about every fight.
Wanda didn’t appreciate her suggestion.  “I ain’t askin’ Willie D for nothin’.  I’m through with him.”
Melanie shrugged.  “Suit yourself.  I’ll see you two.  I’ve got to go.”
Moving swiftly, she hoped that she could get out the door, down the walk and into her car before her sister could say what she knew was coming next.  It didn’t happen.  She had reached the end of the walk when Wanda called out to her. 
“Hey, Melanie, can I borrow a couple of dollars from you to get another screen door?”
Taking a steadying breath, Melanie turned to Wanda.  “You know good and well I don’t have any money to loan you.  I’ve got bills to pay.”
“I’ll pay you back,” Wanda said testily.
“Yeah, just like the hundreds of other times you didn’t.  Besides, it’s the first of the month and you just got your check for the twins.”  Wanda was the legal guardian of her daughter’s two children.

“That little piece of change ain’t gonna get me far and I sure ain’t got no extra money for a door.  I’ve got to pay rent, and buy food…”
“So do I, “Melanie interjected.  “Plus I’ve got to send money to Myra at school.  College is expensive.”
“Oh, Lord!  Here we go with that college mess again.”  Jolene stood in the doorway beside Wanda.  “If Myra had kept her butt in Bauer she wouldn’t need no money.  Damn, Melanie, all your kids are grown and out of the house, you can loan her something!”
“Thanks for your unwanted opinion,” Melanie hollered over the top of the car.  “And since you’re so concerned, why don’t you loan her some money?  Or she can call Willie D!” Sliding inside the car, she slammed the door and drove away.
Melanie was seething.  She was fed up with her sisters’ snide remarks.  It used to be that the three Carson sisters stood together as a united front.  Now it seemed that unless there was a fight she was called to help referee it was two Carson sisters against one.  Things had definitely changed, especially since she had enrolled in college
As she drove to her job at the discount store, she forced herself not to think about them.  Instead, she concentrated on the final exam she had to take tomorrow.  Passing it would mean she would have achieved the goal toward which she had worked for so long—a college education.  She smiled.
Pulling into the parking lot of the strip mall where her job was located she thought about how life would be so much better when she had that piece of paper hanging on her wall.  She hated her job.  The pay was minimal.  The hours were long and the work was boring, but she had a plan that would make things better very soon.  

Her cell phone rang just as she turned off the car ignition.  Melanie didn’t have to look at caller ID.  It was her mother, again, calling about Wanda.
Laying her head on the steering wheel, she took a deep breath to gather her resolve.  She knew that she would need it.  Her family was so predictable.  Reluctantly, she answered, trying not to sound irritated, but she failed.
“Hey, Mama, I’m getting ready to go into work.  What’s wrong now?”
As usual, Faith Carson ignored her middle child’s impatience.  “I want to know why you can’t loan your sister a little bit of money to help her buy a new screen door?”
“What’s wrong with Jolene?  Why are you bugging me?”
“Because you’re the only one workin’ now…”
“Don’t you mean ever,” Melanie shot back.  “I can’t afford to take care of Wanda, Jolene and myself too!  They’re full grown and healthy as horses, let them get up off their behinds and get jobs.”
“I guess that goes for me too.”  Faith sounded offended.
Melanie didn’t bother to address that statement.  Faith had never worked a day in her life.  She never had to.  When she was younger she had been a stunningly beautiful woman.  Her daughters had heard people described her as resembling the great Lena Horne.  There had always been men eager to help pay her bills and do her bidding.  Faith was now in her sixties and still attractive, but lately she had
been between men.  Her income came from babysitting and contributions from her girls—mostly Melanie—who decided to cut this conversation short.
“I’m not loaning her a penny, Mama!  End of story.  I’ve got to clock in now.  Goodbye.”
Disconnecting the call before her mother could say another word, she wanted to scream.  She had worked so hard over the past ten years with the hope that she would eventually get out from under this pressure, both financial and familial.  Would this ever end? 

She had tried so hard to do everything right.  She had gone to night school to get her G.E.D.  After that, she had commuted back and forth from Bauer to the town of Anders, thirty miles away, traveling by car, by bus, anyway she could get there, in order to attend the community college, so that she could earn an Associate degree.  When she failed at that effort, she didn’t give up.  For the last six years she had been taking online college courses working toward a Bachelor’s degree.  No matter the setbacks, personal or financial, in spite of the skepticism and ridicule of her mother, her sisters, and her fellow employees, she had been steadfast in her efforts.  Only her daughter Myra, and her mother’s best friend, Emma Owens, had been there for support.  Sometimes she felt as though she was on a merry-go-round, spinning faster and faster out of control.  There had to be that brass ring at the end of this ride.  There just had to be.
Steeling herself to go inside to her job, Melanie repeated the mantra that had gotten her through everything in life that she had endured:  Soonvery soonthings will be better.

Tuesday, January 31, 2017


Okay, I managed to do my first posting for 2017 the last day in January!  My goal to update my blog on a regular basis is still intact.  The RELEASE DATE for the first book in my new STILLWATERS SERIES, titled SOMEONE LIKE ME, will be sometime in March, 2017. 

The series follows the lives of three sisters, ordinary women who experience extraordinary events that changes their lives.  Here's a sample:


Tears trickled down Melanie Taylor’s cheeks as she recalled the judge’s declaration.

“Frank Taylor, Jr., I hereby sentence you to 15 years in the state penitentiary.”

That meant that her oldest child would be thirty-five years old if he served the time without parole.

“What was Frankie thinking when he robbed that store?”  Her question wasn’t directed to anyone in the car in particular, but her mother thought that she might have the answer.

“It was them drugs that caused that boy to do that,” Faith Carson declared.

That truth only sharpened the pain that already shrouded Melanie in misery.  Her child was a crack addict.  He had been high when he committed the crime.  Her older sister, Wanda, didn’t make her feel any better.

“That boy’s just like his Daddy.  He never did listen to a thing nobody had to tell him.  Look where that got him.”

Melanie rolled her eyes at her.  She suspected that the only reason Wanda had volunteered to drive her home from the courthouse was to gloat over Melanie’s failure as a mother.  Of course, Wanda couldn’t be voted Mother of the Year.  Her two sons were in and out of jail constantly and her daughter was on drugs.  Melanie’s younger sister, Jolene, hadn’t fared much better as a parent either with her three boys.  She hadn’t even raised them.

Just like their mother, each of the sisters had been teenage mothers. Between the three of them they had a total of ten children with Melanie being the only one who had married the father of her children.  But that decision turned out to be a disaster.

Giving a plaintive sigh, Melanie looked out the window at the passing scenery, seeing nothing.  This was not the life that she wanted for herself and her children.  How had things gone so wrong?

She couldn’t remember when she wasn’t struggling financially.  For most of her life, public assistance had been her main source of income, supplemented now and then by minimum wage jobs that kept her living from hand to mouth.  Her childhood dreams and ambitions had faded long ago.

Following in the footsteps of the other women in their family, Melanie’s oldest daughter, Layla, had two kids by the age of seventeen.  Her younger son, Paul, was a high school dropout and spent his days hanging out on the streets.  Melanie feared what would happen to her youngest child, Myra.

“Will we ever see Frankie again?”  The nine year old asked, looking up at her mother with fear filled eyes.

Melanie tried to muster a smile.  “Yes, we will.  We’ll go visit him whenever we can.”

She knew that she sounded more confident than she felt.  The prison where her son would be sent was hundreds of miles away.  Getting there wouldn’t be easy.  Her old car was always in the shop, and money for the round trip bus ticket wasn’t readily available.

Lord, she was tired of this day to day fight for survival.  She was weary of sacrificing her children to despair.  Things had to change, if not for her then for the child sitting beside her.

Myra was her only hope that one of her children might make it out of the cycle of poverty that had weighed her family down for so long.  Her baby girl was smart.  She was a straight A student, and according to her teachers, she had a bright future.  Yet, what chance did she have with a mother who hadn’t even graduated from high school?

At that moment Melanie Taylor made a life altering decision.  She swore to herself and on the life of her youngest child that a change was going to be made.

Monday, December 12, 2016


It seems like I'm not very good at updating this blog, but at least I'm constantly working on something new. The first novel in my new three part Stillwaters Series is titled Someone Like Me, and it's in the final editing stage.  It should be released early next year.  At least that's the plan. 

In Someone Like Me, former welfare mother, MELANIE TAYLOR,  meets multi-millionaire  SCOTT STILLWATERS and sparks fly.  Is it possible for a serious romantic relationship to blossom between these two very different people?  We'll see. 

Meanwhile, the Sin Series is still in full swing.  I'm offering a 99 cent special on the novel SIN at  The link for SIN is, simply use the COUPON CODE XY47Z to get the discount.

Until the next time, keep reading!

Sunday, July 3, 2016


It seems like forever since I've been on this blog, and it has been.  But, in my defense, I have been busy.  Among other things, I've been working on getting my next novel ready for release.  The title is SOMEONE LIKE ME and it's the first work in my new Stillwaters book series.  I'll be posting updates on this as the release date draws closer.  I hope it doesn't take me as long to release this one as it did for me to get SHADOWS OF LOVE out.  

Meanwhile, through JULY 31, 2016, four novels in the Sin Series are on sale in a Summer Special Promotion being offered on  Just CLICK the BOOK COVERS on the right or the LINKS below and get SIN for FREE and the other three books for half price at  What a deal!

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Happy Reading!!!!

Wednesday, April 13, 2016


After more delays than I care to admit, my latest romance suspense novel, SHADOWS OF LOVE is finally available in paperback and Ebook format on  Click the  SHADOWS OF LOVE book cover  and it will take you straight to the site.

I've had to ask myself why did it take so long to release SHADOWS OF LOVE.  To be honest, I finished the book in 2015.  I gave my self numerous excuses as to why I had to delay the book's debut, but one I wouldn't admit to myself, until recently, was that I had mixed feelings about one of the characters in the book.  As an author, I created a protagonist (or maybe he's an antagonist) who has indulged in a lot of unsavory mess in his life.  He even lives a lie up to the moment that his secret is uncovered.  But, for some reason I found myself drawn to this character. I didn't want to  him like him, but I did, so I hesitated putting him out into the world.  My characters, Nedra and Sinclair, find themselves faced with  the same dilemma as the story progresses.  Read SHADOWS OF LOVE and see what you think of the mysterious Mr. H.  

Monday, January 4, 2016


Happy New Year!  I know that I sound like a broken record, but the release of Shadows of Love is coming in 2016! Over the past few months I got distracted with other writing projects but I'm back on track now and aiming for a new release date.  Meanwhile, if this is your first visit to my blog, please enjoy the sneak preview below.


Entering the front door, the woman walked into the house with the confidence of someone who knew its interior well.  She had worked for the owner since he moved here years ago.  She was his cook and housekeeper and it was a job that she enjoyed.

Her employer was a nice man.  He wasn’t demanding and he paid well.  She didn’t work on weekends, so she usually prepared his meals for those days ahead of time.  When she came back to work on Monday, she had no idea that it wouldn’t be another normal day, until she found her employer in bed unconscious.

That was three days ago.  Since his hospitalization, his condition had gone from bad to worse.  The doctor informed her this morning that the situation was grave.  He might not recover.  They asked about his next of kin.

She could provide them with nothing.  All she knew about the man for whom she worked was his name and that he was an American.

After the grim diagnosis, she returned to his house and went into the bedroom that had been converted to an office.  She reasoned that it couldn’t be illegal to break into his locked desk drawer since this was an emergency.  Secretly, she had always wondered what he kept in there.

Getting into the drawer wasn’t easy.  She used every tool she could think of, but nothing worked.  Frustrated, she decided to search the rest of the house and return to the drawer later.  She didn’t expect to find anything, but much to her surprise, buried deep in the back of his bedroom closet, behind his well appointed suits and ties, she found a metal safe deposit box burrowed inside a suitcase.  There was a key taped underneath the box.  It fit the lock and when it was opened she hoped what was inside would offer clues to the mystery of who he was.



 “I can’t believe this!”

Nedra Davis-Reasoner banged on the steering wheel of her luxury vehicle in frustration.  This could not be happening!

Refusing to believe the obvious, she turned the key in the ignition and pressed down on the accelerator one more time.  Nothing.   No sound at all.

Looking down at the Burberry trench coat she was wearing, she sighed in resignation.  This could prove embarrassing.

Weighing her options, she considered which one would be best.  Should she call her husband, Sinclair, at his office or the auto club for a tow to a garage?  Sinclair was closer to her.

She was just about to push speed dial when there was a knock on her driver side window.   Startled, Nedra jerked around to see a man peering at her.

“Hey!  You need some help?”

Nedra nodded.  “Yes, I think I do.”


 Sinclair Reasoner was feeling great.  In a few hours he and Nedra would be on the road to Sausalito where he would spend the upcoming week overdosing on golf.  His best friend, newspaper mogul, Brandon Plaine, introduced him to the sport years ago.  Since then he had been hooked.

Brandon was vacationing with his family at their home in Hawaii, but Sin would still have plenty of playmates.  There was Ray Wilson who was married to Bev Cameron, the mother of Sin’s half sister.  The Wilsons lived on a houseboat in Sausalito and Ray knew every course in Marin County.  Almost as knowledgeable was their other golfing buddy, James Starr.  He and his wife, Dana, lived in Tiburon, not far from Ray and his wife.  Dana was Bev’s younger sister.  The two women were Nedra’s cousins.

This week was about spending time with family, which was something he always enjoyed.  Orphaned as a child, he had grown up on the streets of New York City alone, longing for such a bond.  Now, he cherished everything about being a part of such a close-knit group.

There was a knock on his office door and his administrative assistant entered. 

“This just came for you, special delivery.”  She handed him a single envelope, and placed the rest of the mail in his inbox.  “And your wife is on line one.  She tried to reach you on your cell phone, but it went to voice mail.”

“Okay, thanks.”  Reaching for the receiver Sin threw a cursory glance at the envelope he had been handed.  It was from outside the United States, but he didn’t recognize the return address.

“I’m going home now,” his assistant told him as she started toward the exit.  “Enjoy your time off.”  The door closed behind her.  Sin pushed the speaker phone button.

“Hey, babe, what’s up?”  Absently, he slit the top of the envelope with a sliver plated opener and started to remove the contents.

“Get in your car right now and come get me!”  She sounded desperate.

Sin froze.  “Are you in trouble?  Where are you?”

She gave him the name of the garage where her car had been towed.  “And hurry!”

Tossing the envelope on the desk, Sin pocketed his cell phone, grabbed his suit jacket and hurried out of his office.  When he arrived at the garage, Nedra was waiting outside.  She snatched the car door open and slid inside as soon as he came to a stop.

“Let’s go!” she ordered.

Throwing her a puzzled glance, he pulled away from the curb. “What did you do, rob the place?”

Covering her face with both hands, Nedra shook her head slowly and sank down in the seat.  “Lord, lord, lord.”

“What happened?  Did they stiff you on the car?”

“Just drive, please.” 

Sin did as ordered, wondering what was wrong with his wife.  She sat in the passenger seat holding her coat tightly against her body and looking glum.  When he turned to head back to his office, she nearly jumped out her skin.

“Where are you going?  I thought you were going home!”

“I left my briefcase.  My laptop is in it.  I want to take it with us.   Now what’s wrong with you?”

She ignored his question. “It’s past work hours, is anybody still there?”

“There wasn’t when I left.”  Pulling into his private parking place in front of the Victorian mansion that housed his successful import business, he cut off the ignition and turned to face her.  “Did something happen I should know about?”  His voice deepened. “Did somebody hurt you?”  He looked poised for action if she confirmed the latter.

Understanding his concern, Nedra decided to show him rather than tell him. 

“Since nobody is inside, I’ll go with you upstairs.  We’ll talk then.”

When they arrived in his office, Sin closed the door behind them, leaned against it and crossed his arms.  “So talk.”

Tossing her purse on the desk, Nedra turned and let her eyes feast on the male specimen she had married.  The man was downright fine.  Who could resist that chocolate brown skin, those coal black eyes, that sexy cleft in his chin or the solitary gold earring he sported?  Sinclair Reasoner turned the heads of women wherever he went.  The slight sprinkle of gray in his hair and his well groomed moustache made him look distinguished.  And when he flashed that smile of his, it was hard for a woman not to wet her panties.  Sin’s nickname suited him well.

Gazing at his fit, six foot two inch frame, Nedra considered herself a fortunate woman, but, Sin should consider himself fortunate too, and she was about to show him why.

Nedra’s light brown eyes held his dark ones as she slowly unbuttoned her coat.  She opened it with pain-staking care.

Sin’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.  His shapely, five foot ten inch wife was standing in front of him dressed in a lacy black demi- bra, matching bikini panties, black patent leather high heels and nothing else.

“Damn!”  His manhood jerked involuntarily.

Nedra gave an anguished sigh.  “I was on my way here to surprise you, when my car stopped and there I was in the public streets half naked!”  Her voice rose in distress.

As he moved toward her like a man in a trance, Sin was trying to focus on what she was saying, but he was mesmerized by a pair of long nutmeg brown legs that seemed to go on forever.  The curve of her bosom as they molded themselves to that bra had him throbbing.  He broke into a sweat.

Nedra slapped a hand to her forehead.  “What was I thinking?  I’m a minister for goodness sake!  The mother of three children!  I can’t run around town naked…”

I wish.

“…trying to play sex games with my husband!”

Oh yes she could!

Nedra grabbed his lapels.  “All I wanted was for us to have a little playtime before we got on the road.”


“You know I’ve never done anything like this before!”

Wish she had.

She laid her head against his chest.  “Some tow truck driver was behind me when the car stopped and helped me.  I was so embarrassed.  I was scared the whole time that somebody might find out I was running around like this.”

Sin snaked his arms around her.  Nedra snuggled against him.  She was so glad that she had him there for comfort.  That was until she heard the rumbling in his chest.

She pulled back and looked up at him.  “Are you laughing?”

Sin shook his head vehemently.  “Noooo!”

The word came out in an unconvincing slur that ended in a definite snigger.  He was trying to keep a straight face, but was unsuccessful.  He broke into laughter.  Nedra pushed him away in disgust.

“I don’t believe it!  You’re laughing at me!”

He was and he couldn’t stop.  Sin laughed and laughed while Nedra fumed.  Leaning against the desk, her eyes were slits as she watched him double over and flop down on the sofa.

“Go ahead.  Enjoy yourself,” she said coolly, flipping her coat farther off her shoulders so that he could have a better view of her well toned body in the sexy lingerie.  She had felt the effect her mini striptease had on him when he was holding her.  “And stay over there while you’re at it.”

Sin sobered quickly.  Wiping tears of mirth from his eyes, he rose and sauntered over to his gorgeous wife.  She put her hand up to stop his progress.

“Oh no you don’t.  Keep your distance since you seem to get so much humor out of this.”

“You’ve got to admit that as sexy as you look, baby, what happened is kind of funny.”  He made an unsuccessful attempt to stifle one last snicker before taking another step toward her.  “The Executive Director of one of the most respected nonprofit organizations in town is running around the Monterey Peninsula naked.”

“Half naked,” Nedra corrected.  “And I was doing it for you, for us.”

Sin took a step closer.  “And it’s appreciated.”

“We’re getting older and I don’t want our sex life to become boring.  I don’t want us to become one of those conventional couples.”

One more step and he was standing right in front of her.  He kissed the tip of her nose.  “When have we ever been conventional?”

“That’s true.”  She and Sinclair Reasoner had met under the most unconventional circumstances and their life together had been a roller coaster ride ever since.  “And I’ve never regretted one moment that we’ve been together.”  A flood of good memories overshadowed her annoyance.   She caressed his cheek.  He placed a kiss in the palm of her hand.

“Neither have I.”  Once again, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her to him.  “So let’s get this party started half naked lady.”

Placing her hand on his chest, she pushed him back.  “Are you sure you’re through laughing at me?”

Sin faked one last snort.  “That’s it.  I’m out of laughs.”

“Are you certain?” 

“Feel this and you let me know.”  He rubbed his hardening member against her seductively as the heat of his kisses singed the slender column of her neck.

“Oh, I like that,” Nedra purred.

“Then I’m positive that you’ll love this.”

Meandering lips wandered down the length of her throat, halting at the swell of her breasts rising from their lacey confines.  Taking the flimsy fabric between his teeth, he tugged gently gaining access to one of her pebble hard nipples.  He licked and nipped.  His wife moaned her appreciation.

“Let’s do this, baby,” she breathed hotly against the waves in his hair.

Nedra’s eyes slid to the abandoned sofa, but her husband had other ideas.  With one arm wrapped around her waist, he took his other hand and swept his desk clean.

“Sinclair!”  Nedra shrieked with surprise and delight as her purse and everything else on the desk’s surface scattered onto the floor.

“Unconventional,” he reminded her.  In one swift move, he lifted her up on the desk.

Spreading her legs, he disposed of her panties.  She removed his shirt.  He released her breast from the confines of her bra.  She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and then pulled them and his briefs down his slender hips.  With one manicured fingertip she stroked his engorged penis.

“Looks like you’re ready.”

“Always.”  Sin gave her a kiss that left no doubt about that.  He pulled back.  “To keep it from being boring, let’s play no hands.”

Placing them behind his back, Sin’s mouth and tongue became weapons of mass seduction as Nedra blossomed beneath his blistering assault.  He savored her hardened nubs as though they were exotic fruit.  He suckled.  She convulsed.  His deadly tongue worked relentless magic all the way down to the citadel that guarded her core.  When he entered her, Nedra’s screams of pleasure echoed throughout the vacant building.