Friday, 28 March 2014

Auctioned to Protect by Doris O'Conner Blog Tour

Title: Auctioned to Protect
Genre: Erotica, Contemporary, BDSM

Long Blurb:

Tough undercover cop Mike Anderson does not submit to anyone, let alone a pint sized bundle of curves with a Mistress Complex, who stands for everything he despises about BDSM.

Thrown into a world where the rules make no sense to him, he has to rely on his instincts, and they all scream one thing—submit to His Lady.

Scarlett Simpson is one of the most feared Mistresses at Club Spectrum and she has a score to settle. Mike's atrocious behavior needs addressing. If only she wasn't so attracted to the big hunk of a man, and he didn't prove so utterly responsive. As she explores his boundaries through Shibari and Knife Play, Scarlett can't help but get emotionally involved.

Submission freely given is a gift she treasures, but can she trust Mike to stay around once the case is over? When danger comes knocking, will Mike be able to protect her, or will this end in tragedy?

“Fuck, you feel so damn good around my dick, Scarlett. Look at us. Look how I stretch your tight hole. Jesus, baby, tell me this is as freaking good for you as it is for me.”
Scarlett dug her finger nails into his shoulders in answer and clenched around him, and Mike roared. He pulled out and thrust back in again, ramming her into the wall, as she hung on for dear life. Pain mixed with pleasure so intense she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t talk, just hung onto his big shoulders and took all the passion he gave her.
Here was a man brutally taking his own pleasure and sending her body sky high in the process. When he pulled out of her and dragged her over to the sink, Scarlett bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. Mike kicked her legs apart and then slammed back into her from behind. This position drove him deeper than before and when he reached around and stimulated her clit at the same time, Scarlett saw stars. Her whole body tightened in ever closer spirals of pleasure that started from deep inside her core. Impaled by his hot member, his harsh breath in her ear, one hand digging into her hips, the other mercilessly fingering her swollen clit, he pushed her toward a mind-splintering release. Higher and higher she climbed, and when Mike grasped one of her legs and shoved it over the edge of the sink, the move sent her over the edge.
He yanked her torso up and pulled it up against his chest, allowing him to sink deeper still into the clasp of her body. Ripples and waves of pleasure crashed over Scarlett, and she let her head fall back and gave herself up to the sensation rocking her body as Mike increased his tempo even more. Every forceful thrust lifted her off her toes, and Scarlett came a second time, or was it the third. Sensations merged into one, fire raced over her skin, and she screamed his name when he grew bigger still inside her and then grunted his release into her shoulder, and warmth spread deep inside her.
Mike lowered her leg with them both still joined as intimately as two people could be, and he locked his arms next to hers on the sink. By the time her breathing had slowed down enough to speak and her hazy vision cleared, Mike was slowly slipping out of her. She tightened her muscles to keep him in for longer and he groaned and rubbed his morning stubble across her neck. It left delicious tingles in its wake and Scarlett moaned her contentment.
Their gazes locked in the mirror and Mike smiled. Scarlett’s heart turned over in her chest at the open affection she saw in his azure eyes that seemed to bore straight into her very soul.
“Good morning, My Lady. I guess this beats coffee first thing.”

* * * *

She was so fucking beautiful, staring back at him with her huge green eyes, and her fair skin flushed from the force of her orgasms. A primitive sense of ownership grabbed him by the throat and squeezed the breath out of him, and he shut his eyes and nuzzled into the soft skin of her neck. A shudder went through her when he licked the rapidly beating pulse point and nibbled his way up to her ear. Scarlett ground her ass against his thigh and he groaned into her neck.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, baby.”
Scarlett turned around in his arms and gasped when he sat her on the edge of the sink and spread her legs wide. He dropped on his knees and inhaled against her wet slit. Scarlett’s intoxicating musk mixed with his own scent and he watched in fascination as their combined juices slowly trickled out of her pink flesh.
His cock signaled its interest briefly and Scarlett smiled down on him when he looked up.
“Have I broken you?” she whispered.
Mike laughed.
“Hardly, My Lady. Give me five and we’ll be ready to go again. In the meantime…”
He bent his head and delivered butterfly kisses along the incredibly soft skin of her inner thighs. It was one of Mike’s favorite places to linger on any woman, especially just after they’d come. Hot, sweet, and intimate, it called him to indulge, and he blew against her slit, causing an allover body shiver, as her clit contracted in front of his eyes.
“Mike, please… I’m so close again… Oh…yeees.”
It was all the encouragement he needed. Using short shallow strokes he cleaned her cunt, until no traces of their earlier encounter remained. He rubbed his beard-roughened chin across her clit, and placed her legs over his shoulder when she started to tremble. Scarlett’s fingers dug into his shoulders, and she pushed her hips up in a seeming effort to hurry him along, but Mike had his own plans.
He’d been far too rough on her earlier, regardless of how much she had been with him in the moment. Regardless of how much she seemed to have needed that brutal release. Besides he was fast getting addicted to the needy little moans and sighs she couldn’t stop from escaping. The way her fingernails scored his skin and her breaths grew choppier until her body tensed and her pussy clenched and unclenched, trying to draw in his tongue as her cream gushed into his waiting mouth.
He tunneled his fingers into her channel and her greedy little cunt clamped down on the digits, as she came in a series of delightful little tremors. Mike pulled out his wet digits and gathering up more of her cream as he went along, circled her anus and pushed in.
“Yes, there, take me there.”
Scarlett clawed at his skin and his semi hard dick roared into action. He added another finger to stretch her, and Scarlett bucked against him like a wild thing.

“Easy, baby, I’ve got you. I’ll make this so fucking good for you.”

My review

Book gifted from the author in exchange for an honest review.

Cover :- 3 stars
Sex/steaminess :- 5 stars
Story line :- 4 stars
Characters :- 5 stars
Overall rating :- 4.25 stars

Personal rating :- 4 stars

Book Pairing:- M/F
Did it give me a book hangover :- No
Is this a review book or personal read :- Review Read

Why I chose this book?

I got the chance to join the blog tour

What I liked about this book.

* The sex was hot and steamy.
* The storyline was good.
* I liked the way got to go go on the journey with Mike

What I didn't like about this book.

If anything maybe make it a bit longer, it seemed over just as I was really enjoying it.

Would I read more from this author?


Would I recommend this book?


Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.


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Thursday, 27 March 2014

Dance by Teodora Kostova Release Day Blitz.

Book Description:

Jared Hartley is happy. He has a starring role in a popular West End musical, great friends, adoring fans and his own flat in Central London. A relationship is not something he has ever really wanted. Making big plans for the future is not in his nature – Jared is content with his single status and enjoying all the benefits of that lifestyle.
He doesn’t even realise something is missing in his life.
Until he meets Fenix.

Fenix Bergman has a dream – to perform on Broadway. When he gets offered the lead role in Poison – a new musical based in London, he accepts, immediately recognising the huge potential of the show.

Fenix thinks he has his life completely figured out – he will move to London, help Poison become the new West End hit and bide his time until Broadway comes knocking on his door. He has never wished for anything else but proving to himself and the world that he is a performer worthy of the biggest theatre stage.
Until he meets Jared.

Jared and Fenix’s lives collide and they fill each other’s missing pieces. Neither of them expects to feel so much, so fast for the other.

Neither of them expects to need someone so badly when love hasn’t even been in their plans.

But when Fenix’s star becomes too bright for London, will the dream he’s chased all his life ruin the dream he’s holding in his hands?

Will he survive getting everything he’s ever wanted?

Will Jared?

*explicit sexual content, graphic language and adult themes. Recommended for readers 18+ only*

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Hi, my name is Teodora and I live in London with my husband Ted and my son Jason. I've been writing ever since I can remember, but it became my full time job in 2010 when I decided that everything else I've tried bores me to death and I have to do what I've always wanted to do, but never had the guts to fully embrace. I've been a journalist, an editor, a personal assistant and an interior designer among another things, but as soon as the novelty of the new, exciting job wears off, I always go back to writing. Being twitchy, impatient, loud and hasty are not qualities that help a writer, because I have to sit alone, preferably still, and write for most of the day, but I absolutely love it. It's the only time that I'm truly at peace and the only thing I can do for more than ten minutes at a time - my son has a bigger attention span than me.
When I'm procrastinating, I like to go to the gym, cook Italian meals (and eat them), read, listen to rock music, watch indie movies and True Blood re-runs. Or, in the worst case scenario, get beaten at every Wii game by a six year old.

Sunday, 23 March 2014

Vampire Masquerade by Olivia Starke Blog Tour Mar 23rd

Title: Vampire Masquerade
Author: Olivia Starke
Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance (F/F/F)
Publication Date: January 20, 2014

It may be too late for Natasha to escape two she-vamps with one big secret…

You are cordially invited to the event of the year
The Vampire Masquerade Ball
Sincerely, Aleese and Eaven

When Natasha Edwards receives a personal invitation to the exclusive Vampire Masquerade, it's exactly the break she's been waiting for. It's her chance to impress national news syndicates, not to mention an opportunity to do some snooping into the disappearances of several women who were last seen within the Underground sect. But the two she-vamps have other plans for her.

Aleese's infatuation with the sexy news reporter cannot be denied, and Eaven has never been one to ignore her wife's desires. The blonde beauty is perfect for their plans, and once she's inside their home, the trap is set. Natasha is easy prey. She's responsive to their touch, and sweet as honey to taste. They want nothing more than to indulge their fantasies in every way imaginable.

Natasha finds exquisite pleasure of a kind she's never experienced with the two dangerous vampires. But when she stumbles upon the truth behind the missing women, will it be too much for one small-town reporter to handle?

Content Warning: contains explicit language, graphic sex, F/F/F+ ménage, BDSM, oral sex, spanking, toy play, and voyeurism

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Book gifted from the author in exchange for an honest review.

Cover :- 4 stars
Sex/steaminess :- 4 stars
Story line :- 4 stars
Characters :- 3 stars
Overall rating :- 3.75 stars

Personal rating :- 4 stars

Book Pairing:- F/F/F
Did it give me a book hangover :- No
Is this a review book or personal read :- Review Read

Why I chose this book?

I got a chance to join the tour.

What I liked about this book.

* A good concept.
* A steamy little read
* I'm looking forward to reading more.

What I didn't like about this book.

* I felt it was a little short. I just got into the story when it ended.

Would I read more from this author?


Would I recommend this book?


Olivia Starke calls the Ozarks home. One of the most beautiful areas in the country, she loves hiking trails with her dogs, kayaking on the numerous waterways, and enjoying southern Missouri's fresh air and sunshine.

She's also 'Mom' to four dogs, a growing number of kitties that show up at her door, and four VERY spoiled horses that do little to earn their keep. Not that she'd ever hold that against them.

She's a HUGE fangirl of Doctor Who and to a lesser extent Supernatural, and has a pretty interesting love triangle (or square?) going on in her head between the Doctor and the Winchesters. She is also sort of completely in love with BBC’s Sherlock.

  1. I have green eyes even though both my parents have blue eyes.
  2. I can tie shoelaces with my toes.
  3. It took me FOREVER to learn how to skip as a kid.
  4. When I was five years old my favorite color was black (the Trans Am in Smokey and the Bandit was black!)
  5. I’m scared of heights.
  6. I worked as a reporter on my high school newspaper.
  7. I had a poem about the holocaust published in a poetry collection when I was in high school.
  8. My favorite movie is Jurassic Park II.
  9. I think bow ties are cool.
  10. I’m a big ol’ introvert.
  11. As a kid, I wanted to be a veterinarian or a paleontologist when I grew up. Both required too much math (math sucks!) but I LOVED science like a maniac.
  12. I never curse unless I’m really mad.
  13. I’m allergic to birds.
  14. I’m an only child.
  15. I hated Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers as a kid.
  16. When I was five my favorite shows were The Incredible Hulk, Dukes of Hazzard, and The Benny Hill Show (Mom let me stay up late Saturday nights to watch it on PBS, thanks Mom!)
  17. I didn’t get braces until I was in my twenties.
  18. I <3 rugby!
  19. I’m a Whovian.
  20. I used to be in a bellydance troupe.

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Title – Look After You Genre – New Adult Publication date – 5th April 2014 Authors notes – Recommended for ages 18+ due to heavy subject matters of rape, violence, explicit language and sexual situations.


The birth of your firstborn child is supposed to be the best day of your life, a joyous occasion. Well that’s what twenty-eight year old Ava Jacobson thought. That is until her life takes a drastic turn for the worse and her daughter is born three months earlier than planned, weighing only two pounds, two ounces. A distraught Ava is thrown into the deep end of motherhood and instead of being able to hold her baby like other moms, she has to sit back and watch her daughter fight for her life in the hospital’s neonatal intensive care unit, while her fiancé, Sebastian Gilbert is in the midst of a messy war in Afghanistan. Ava is left to pick up the pieces with the help of her only friend, Caleb Summers. When her vulnerable state hits an all time high, she finds solace in an unexpected pair of intense green eyes. Eyes that belong to her daughter's doctor, Ashton Bailey, and she falls, like she has never fallen before. However, for the sake of Sebastian she desperately tries to fight against her newfound feelings for Ashton, but eventually the pull between the two is so strong that it is impossible for her to stay away. Then when Ava is convinced things can't possibly get any worse, a cloud of blackness closes in on her as the secret demons of her past come back to haunt her, with news that will irreversibly shake her entire world forever. As Ava’s roller coaster ride she calls life begins to circle the drain, she quickly learns that even through the darkness of evil, there is always that one person who will look after you and have the ability to pull you away from the brink of no return, when nobody else can. Add to Goodreads


Two pounds, two ounces. That's how much my baby girl weighed when she was born. That was ten hours ago. This wasn’t supposed to happen yet. I was supposed to have another thirteen weeks of pregnancy before I gave birth to my baby. I was supposed to have her nursery painted in pink with teddy bears surrounding the walls, her crib assembled with gorgeous soft blankets. I was supposed to have a baby shower, being showered with gifts and guessing the size of my baby. I was supposed to have time to come up with a name or at least discuss the possibility of names with my boyfriend. I was supposed to work up until my maternity leave, have at least a month of waddling around like a penguin and complaining about back pain or Braxton Hicks contractions. I wasn’t supposed to give birth to her by C-section ten hours ago without my birthing partner and my boyfriend, without any warning, without understanding why my body had decided it wasn’t fucking good enough to carry my baby full term, without having her in my arms like most other moms do the minute their baby is born, without…without…without…fuck!

About The Author:

Independent author Elena Matthews was born in Manchester, United Kingdom, where she lives with her other half, but even after eight wonderful years, she is still waiting for that epic proposal. Elena enjoys spending quality time with her friends and family, especially her four-year-old niece, who is the apple of her eye. (A little monkey too!) Elena is positive she is the love child of Jekyll and Hyde. Thankfully, the joys of being an auntie, means she can hand her back to her mum and dad when she's all tired out! (Elena, not her niece.) Elena spent three years of her life at Salford University studying media production, to decide at the end of her degree she no longer wanted to pursue a career in the media. Instead, it took her another two and half years to realise her calling. Writing. Now she lives and breathes her writing. She even had to tell her colleagues at work whenever she is found daydreaming at her desk, it’s because she is conversing with her characters. Stalk The Author: Facebook – Twitter - Website –


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Friday, 21 March 2014

Reasonable Doubt by Whitney G Cover Reveal

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Title: Reasonable Doubt (#1)

Author: Whitney Gracia Williams

Genre: 3 Part Erotic Romance Serial

Release Date: April 1, 2014

Cover Designer: Najla Qambers of Najla Qambers Designs




My cock has an appetite.

huge and very particular appetite: Blonde, curvy, and preferably not a fucking liar...(Although, that's a story for another day.) As a high profile lawyer, I don't have time to waste on relationships, so I fulfill my needs by anonymously chatting and sleeping with women I meet online. My rules are simple: One dinner. One night. No repeats. This is only casual sex. Nothing more. Nothing less. At least it was , until "Alyssa"... She was supposed to be a 27 year old lawyer, a book hoarder, and completely unattractive. She was supposed to be someone I shared law advice with late at night, someone I could trust with details of my weekly escapades. But then she came into my firm for an interview--a college-interninterview, and everything fucking changed...


Her light, airy laugh drifted over the line, and I sighed—attempting to envision what she looked like. I wasn’t sure why, but over the past few weeks, I’d been longing to experience her laughter in person. “You know,” she went on, “for a high profile lawyer, you have a pretty dirty mouth.” “You’d be surprised how much filthier it can get.” “Filthier than what I’ve already experienced?” Much filthier.” I’d been treading the waters since we began this friendship—still hopeful that we’d meet in person someday, but now that we weren’t, there was no point in holding back. “I guess I’ll talk to you tonight.” “Not unless you find another date between now and then. I know you’ll be searching.” “Of course I’ll be searching.” I scoffed. “Is Alyssa your real name?” “Yes, but I’m sure Thoreau isn’t yours. Do you care to finally give it to me?” “I’ll give it to you when you come to your fucking senses and let me see you.” “You just won’t let that go, will you?” She laughed again. “What if the real reason I don’t want to meet you is because I’m ugly?” “I have a good feeling that you’re not.” “But if I was?” “I’d fuck you with the lights off.” “I prefer the lights on.” “Then I’d make you wear a paper bag over your head.” WHAT?!” She burst into giggles. “You’re ridiculous! Ugh, there’s a client at my door right now. I have to go. Can I call you later?” “Always.” I hung up, smiling. Then it hit me. Fuck…She always finds a way out of that line of questioning…  

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A self diagnosed candy addict, travel junkie, and hypochondriac, Whitney Gracia Williams LOVES to write about characters that make you laugh, cry, and want to (in the case of Selena Ross) reach through your Kindle and slap them. She is the "imaginary bestselling" author of the Jilted Bride Series, Mid Life Love, Wasted Love, and Captain of My Soul. When she's not locked inside her room, feverishly typing away on her laptop, she can be found here: She also loves getting emails from her readers, so if you want to tell her how much you loved (or hated) her stories, email her at

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Always the Good Girl, Shayne McClendon presents the complete “Love of the Game” collection which includes two never-before-published novellas about hot professional athletes and the women who love them. 
Ready to Rumble – Demitria Stavos has been secretly in love with her father's star performer, Nikolai "Granite" Petrov for years. When they're thrown together on a promotional tour for the Stavos' Professional Wrestling Entertainment Company, each may have finally met their match.
Breaking the Ice – Diesel LeBlanc notices MacKenzie Rhodes ice-skating on a pond in their hometown and decides he has to have her. He makes no secret of his desire - or the casual nature of it. He finally gets what he wants...on her terms...and heads off to live the fabulous life of a professional hockey player.  Years later, a chance meeting when he’s traded to the Boston Bruins brings them together again.  This time, he doesn’t plan to let her get away.
Time to Make the Doughnuts – Josie doesn't trust men anymore. Especially professional athletes. When Max Grant - star receiver for the Pittsburgh Steelers - enters her bakery in a carb frenzy before dawn, she draws her weapon and prays he doesn't make her use it.  Max is as patient in love as he is on the gridiron.
Win, Lose, or Raine – After a single night of passion, Raine Storm runs away without ever knowing her lover’s name.  The day Rangers player, Jake Forrest arrives to do physical therapy at her clinic, she understands why no other man has measured up since. He’s ready to show her why he’s considered the best catcher in the league.
The Three Pointer – Harley Jamison has known her older brothers’ friends all her life.  Beckham Pierce broke her young heart while Dex Rutledge covered for him.  She cuts them off without looking back.  Experiencing a horrifying freak accident several years later, she’s forced to confront them again.  Now star players for the Phoenix Suns, the men realize they may have changed but Harley hasn’t.  It’s going to take an aggressive game to get her back.
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Chapter One

There was only so much Harley Jamison should be expected to put up with before a man managed to damage her love for him in a way she couldn’t forgive. 
Beckham Pierce crossed the line.  To be fair, she’d known for a long time that her boyfriend wasn’t faithful to her.  She turned her heart from the truth and got exactly what she deserved.
They started dating a few weeks before she finished tenth grade.  She was sixteen.  Beckham Pierce was eighteen, a senior about to head off to college. 
Beck, Dexter Rutledge, and Harley’s brother Hartman had been best friends since the three of them were toddlers.  When Harley and Beck started dating, it strained the lifelong friendship between the three boys. 
Hart warned her, told her she didn’t know what she was getting herself into with Beck.  She hadn’t listened to him because she was in love
What an idiot.
After only four dates, she let Beck take her virginity.  She always knew either Beck or Dex would be her first.  She’d loved both of them forever and they were the only men she would have trusted. 
Ultimately, she bet on the wrong horse.
By the time she had her high school diploma in hand, several people had approached her nervously about Beckham. 
He was attending the University of Florida, the closest big college to their hometown in Central Florida.  It was where Hart and Dexter went, too.  They’d been recruited for basketball after winning one championship after another in high school.  They were a triple threat.  Hart was the point guard, Beck the shooting guard, Dex an amazing center. 
The last time they came home to visit was spring break a couple of months before. 
Beck breezed in and swept her off her feet like he always did.  He told her not to listen to the gossips, she was his only girl, and would always be his only girl.  Harley fell for it the same way she did every single time. 
He acted strangely during their trip but she rolled with it.  She always dealt calmly with whatever Beck dished out.  She figured that was what you did when you loved someone. 
You accepted them.
Her own plans were well thought out.  She would work remotely for her parents until her college classes started in the fall.  She was leaving in a few days and her parents were going to follow her to North Carolina and make sure she was settled.
Bailey Verreos was her best friend in the world and came over bright and early on her last weekend to help her finish packing.  Harley rushed through sorting her stuff since she wanted to straighten up for her parents before they got home. 
She didn’t pay much attention when Bailey answered her cell and walked downstairs to speak privately.  Her mind was on a hundred other things. 
When her friend returned, her face was furious.  Only three people on the planet could make her scrunch up her face in such a way.  Harley’s heart sank because she knew which one was about to be in trouble and she wondered, not for the first time, if she’d be able to bounce back from it.
“I just talked to Diana.”  The news was bad if Bailey’s older sister was calling to tattle.  She was pre-med and didn’t have time for a life.  For her to notice, shit had to be real.  “This can’t go on, Harley.  You have to dump him.  He’s an asshole of the first order.”
She sat down hard on her bed and put her face in her hands.  For a few minutes, she let sadness hit her first.  Then she got up and furiously cleaned.  Later, her mom would wonder at the professional-level job performed on the downstairs living areas of her house. 
Everyone knew Harley waited for Beckham.  She didn’t date other people or even consider it.  Caring for someone, loving them, meant she was honest and true. 
After an hour of cleaning, thinking, and talking to herself aloud, Harley got in her little VW Bug and drove almost one hundred miles to confront her boyfriend.  She didn’t need directions because she’d gone to visit the guys dozens of times in the last two years. 
On those visits, they always knew she was coming.
Bailey refused to let her go alone but when she turned into the dorm parking lot, Harley told her to wait in the car.  She slipped smoothly into a guest spot. 
Through the windshield, she saw Dexter sitting on the front steps of their building reading. 
Harley took a deep breath, got out, and approached the young man she’d known all her life.  Her heart thumped hard in her chest at the sight of him.
“Dexter, how you doing?” 
The good-looking man glanced up at the familiar voice saying his name.  His eyes met hers with surprise…and more than a little panic. 
He was the tallest and most muscular of the three friends, a solid six-seven with black hair and black eyes.  He’d been adopted as an infant so no one really knew what nationality he was but Harley always thought he was a mix of Native and African American.  He was extremely attractive, whatever his heritage.  He never failed to make her heart pound in her chest. 
Until now.
“Something wrong?  You look downright nervous to see me, Dex.”
“What are you doing here, Harley?”
“Hmm…no happy to see you, HarleyWhatcha been up to, Harley?  Just wondering what I’m doing here.  Interesting.  Be right back.”  With that, she moved to enter the dorm. 
Dex blocked her and she sighed.  “Dex, I’m going up unless there’s something you’d like to say, explaining why I shouldn’t.” 
She watched an expression of pain flit across his features then he clenched his jaw.  Harley had the insane urge to stroke it. 
“We can go easy or we can go hard, but I’m going up.  Move.” 
He shook his head stubbornly and she cup-checked him hard.  He dropped to his butt on the steps and Harley stepped past him. 
“Sorry, Dex.  You chose wrong.  You know me better than that.” 
Climbing to the third floor easily, she stood in front of Beck’s room and counted to five.  He shared the room with Dex but his roommate was killing time out front.
There was likely a reason. 
Harley took a deep breath and quietly opened the unlocked door. 
Surprisingly, there was not a woman with Beck…there were two.  All of them were so involved in what they were doing that they didn’t notice her arrival. 
Harley found herself mesmerized by the scene.  Her temper was a slow burn as she realized her feelings had never mattered to this man. 
Her boyfriend stood on the floor beside his bed.  One of the women perched on all fours at the edge of the mattress as he fucked her brutally from behind.  Beck worked his cock into her with an expert rhythm while she moaned and ground her hips back into him. 
The other female was spread-eagled on the bed in front of her friend.  She was having her pussy eaten and playing with her own tits for Beck’s viewing pleasure. 
His voice was rough and gravelly.  “She making your pussy feel good, honey?”  With a nod and a moan the woman whispered that she was about to come.  “Squeeze your nipples for me.  Come all over her face.  Fuck yes…” 
The woman he was fucking reared up so he could play with the front of her body.  He took her breasts in his hands with a smile.  “While I fuck your friend’s ass, I want to watch you eat her pussy again.  You did such a beautiful job making her come.  How’s that sound?” 
There was nothing but moans and sighs in response as the friend sat up to stroke her clit.  She suddenly came, he went harder, and climaxed with her. 
“Fuck yeah, some nice wet pussy.  I needed a hot fuck to take the edge off.”  He held her to him by her breasts while he pumped himself dry inside her body.
“So good, Beck.  You always deliver the best fucking.”
“We’ll go again in a minute.  First, we’ll let your friend clean our come off my cock.”
“I’ll help.  We can suck you together.  Whatever you want.”
Beck slapped her mound sharply and she gasped.  “I’ll think of something real hot, baby.”
Harley knocked on the open door and all three participants looked up at the same time.  Beck’s hands released the woman’s breasts as if they burned him. 
“A little late for that, Beck.  Your dick is still inside her.  Don’t let me interrupt.”
Beck whispered, “Oh fuck.  Harley…Harley, wait.” 
Then she was running and she was fucking fast.  Over the years, Harley won her own championships for track and soccer. 
Beck would never be able to catch her…even if he didn’t have to take time to remove his dick from another woman and get dressed. 
Passing Dex just outside, he tried to reach for her.  She slapped his hands away, leapt the steps directly to the ground, and didn’t slow. 
“Don’t you fucking touch me, Dex.  Two women…god knows how many others.  Fuck you all!” 
He shouted, “Harley…Harley, don’t leave like this.  I’m sorry, Harley, please don’t go.  Harley!”
She was in the Bug and driving away as Beck ran down the dorm steps wearing nothing but basketball shorts. 

Chapter Two

The moment Dexter saw Harley standing in front of their dorm building, he knew all of them had miscalculated the pain and fury they were allowing Beck to cause her. 
He stared at the little sister of one of his oldest friends, the girlfriend of his other oldest friend, and wanted to crawl in a fucking hole to die. 
Harley was beautiful.  Tall, athletic, around five-ten, with curves that popped in all the right places.  Lean muscle, curly brown hair that fell past her shoulder blades, and bright green eyes.  The Jamison kids were half-black and half-white.  They were a stunning blend of their parent’s beautiful features. 
After she cup-checked him, he could have powered through it.  He could have stopped her from seeing what he knew she would see.  He didn’t.
He was fucking tired of covering for his friend and outright lying to the woman he was lucky enough to call his own. 
The woman Dex loved with everything inside himself. 
Finally, all of it came to a head and when Beck appeared on the steps, Dexter couldn’t contain his fury, frustration, and disappointment with a man he never thought would treat someone he’d known all his life this way. 
That he would consider going after Harley with the bodily fluids of two campus tramps still clearly visible on his skin made Dex physically ill.
He grabbed him with every intention of beating him the fuck down.  Someone called Hart and when he showed up the two of them were bleeding and bruised. 
Harley’s brother pulled them apart, made them clean up, and ordered them into his car.  There was no doubt Hart wanted a piece of Beck, too. 
The two-hour drive to their hometown was utterly silent. 
All Dex could think about was that Harley gave him a chance to tell the truth and he didn’t take it. 
It was a decision he would regret for years.

As Harley merged onto the highway, her cell phone started ringing.  She ignored the call and shut off the phone. 
Bailey asked what happened but Harley didn’t say a word.  Her best friend held the oh shit handles as Harley broke every speed limit between the college and her house. 
The humiliation of knowing how stupid she’d been was bad enough.  She parked in her driveway and realized she was shaking.  Thankfully, no one was home. 
Bailey followed her inside and said nothing as Harley started gathering her bags.  She was packed to leave and she was damn well going to do it.  She loaded her car with the urgent items. 
It was hard to leave her parents a note.  To figure out what to say that wasn’t filled with acid.  She asked them to bring the rest of her stuff when they drove to North Caroline and told them she loved them.  She let them know not to worry that she might not be able to talk for a couple of days. 
Twenty minutes after pulling to a screeching halt in front of her house, she was back in her car.  Bailey held her hand through the window. 
“Please be careful, Harley.  I’m so scared for you to leave like this.  I don’t think you should be driving.  Call me when you get there.  If anything happens to you…”
“I’ll be okay.  I have to go and it has to be now.  I will not be here when they show up.  You know what’s coming as well as I do.  Excuses and begging, maybe even tears for good measure.”  She pressed her fingers against her temple.  “I love you so much, Bailey.  We’ll talk more when I can think…when I can process.” 
Bailey nodded.  Harley would have to explain to her parents why she left early but in the end, it wouldn’t matter.  They knew her well. 
She left her phone off until she got to North Carolina.  After she checked into a hotel, she flipped it open with a grimace.  There were twenty voicemails. 
Despite her intentions, she knew she had to return some of them.  No way was she freaking her parents out or letting them worry.
“Mom, I’m fine.  I’m staying at a hotel tonight and I’ll find the apartment tomorrow.  I just decided to leave early.”  Her mother was quiet on the other end of the line.  “I’ll explain it when I see you.”
“Let me go in my office.”  There was the soft sound of a door closing.  “Yes, you will explain, Harley.  You aren’t a rash person so I know something terrible happened.”  There was a short pause.  “I find it interesting that your brother and his friends showed up a little while ago.  Beck and Dex look like they’ve been beating on each other.”
“We’ll talk when I see you in a few days.  I trust you.  You’ve never given me reason not to.”  Harley pictured her mom staring out her office window with one hand on her hip.  If her calm was any indication, she was furious.  “Should I give any of these young men a message from you?” 
“Tell Hart I said thank you.”  She started to cry but forced it down, swallowed it down, and focused on breathing.  “I’m really tired so give Dad kisses from me and I’ll see you both in a couple of days.  I love you, Mom.” 
“I love you, honey.  Whatever it is, you’re strong enough to beat it.”
She talked to Bailey and with twelve-hours buffering her from the initial shock, she was able to relate what she witnessed in Beck’s room.  She cried and yelled while her friend listened, fuming. 
“You must be wiped so get some rest and call me tomorrow.  I’m sorry about this, Harley.”
“Me, too.” 
For a few minutes, she paced her hotel room deep in thought.  There was one person she needed to call but she wasn’t sure she could talk to him.  He answered on the first ring.
“Hart, don’t say one fucking word.  You knew.  All this time, you knew and you helped him lie to me.  I could have diseases for fuck’s sake.  He wasn’t even wearing a condom!”
“Jesus, I didn’t…”
“Shut up.  You’re my older brother, Hart!  You protected him but what about me?  Didn’t you think about me…even a little?”  She gasped on a sob.  “I don’t like you very much and I can’t talk to you for a while.  I don’t want you coming here to visit.  I don’t want to hear from those two ever again.  I’m changing my phone number.”
“Harley, let me explain…”
“There is nothing you can say to me to make this right, Hart.  In a choice between protecting me or your friend, you picked your friend and left me vulnerable to so many things.”  She swallowed hard.  “I would never let someone hurt you like this.  Not ever.  Goodbye.”
She hung up, turned off the phone, and showered for a long time.  Eventually, she felt somewhat clean again and crawled in bed.  She cried for hours, wishing she could cry the vision of Beck out of her mind. 
The thing that really killed her, that ate her up inside, was how beautiful he’d looked. 
She took in his six-six body, blonde hair, blue eyes, and felt the pull.  Felt drawn to him…while he was fucking two other women. 
How pathetic was she? 
The only two men who ever made her heart race, who she’d literally known her entire life, had hurt her bad.  Beck ripped her heart out of her chest and Dex covered for him. 
Her own brother covered for him. 
Three men she loved more than she loved herself and not one of them had thought to question what such treatment would do to her.  They didn’t consider her feelings or even her health. 
It was a hard reality to face. 
The next day, she drove to the apartment her parents rented for her not far from campus.  It was a pretty little complex made up of several two-story buildings, a clubhouse, a pool, and a gym.  There were trees everywhere and jogging paths than ran through them.
She remembered how happy they were to find the place.  As they toured the grounds, she saw her parents’ relief.  Making sure she lived in a safe environment had been their only condition to her going to school out of state. 
Harley carried her stuff in from her car in three trips.  She dropped it on the floor of the living room and collapsed beside it. 
Her heart hurt and she was exhausted.  Sleep hadn’t come easily the night before.
To take her mind off the very real pain she felt, she thought about her plans.  They’d been in place a long time and she worked hard to make them happen.
She committed to the University of North Carolina on her academic merit, unsure if she wanted to compete in athletics during her first year of college. 
The soccer coaches who came to recruit her applauded her dedication to her studies and said they looked forward to seeing if she could maintain her skills and dedication.  Her invitation to try out for the Tar Heels in her sophomore year was an open one. 
Harley needed to work hard, keep her eyes on her goals, and let time take care of the pain.  
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Shayne McClendon is an indie author who has received rave reviews for her premiere novel "The Barter System."
Writer, mom, and hermit...Shayne listens to the voices in her head because their ideas are awesome. Those around her have learned not to question the crazy. Coffee consumption is too high, amount of sleep is too low, but the words always feel just right.
She currently lives in Oklahoma wrangling teenagers, opening doors for her pets, and running her content writing company. She dreams of peace, quiet, travel, and always having a viable internet connection.
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