Publication Details!

It is almost time! The release of my new novel, Mine. You all got to see the amazing cover just a few weeks ago! So, let me tell you when it comes out!

Mine will be released: October 15, 2024

YEAH!! Not too long now!

Can't wait that long? (It's ok, I'm not a very patient person when I am waiting for something either). Here is a sneak peek to hold you over.

Chapter One DANIEL APRIL 2008

            The vast crowd buzzes with excitement as the lights dim. Daniel doesn’t care about the velvet booths and half-clad waitresses anymore. Instead, his gaze travels to the spotlight illuminating center stage and the woman who wasn’t there a moment ago. The music begins, a slow wave of notes with a peculiar emotion.

           The woman’s hips see-saw, the coins on her burgundy scarf adding their own pleasant notes. He’s entranced, by the sway of her body, the reflective highlights of her black hair. How can anyone move like that, as if she was born with the soundtrack of this music: Are they inseparable?

The metal cuff around her bare ankle anchors her to the stage, but it doesn’t seem to matter. It’s all part of the illusion, a trapped animal, an exotic toy to watch but not touch.

Except these you can touch. And, oh, how he wants to touch. Her immaculate skin has begun to gleam under the light, hardly covered by the hunter-green bedleh she wears. Her owner, Luthor, has told Daniel that he may touch any of them for a price. So far though, none have captured his attention. Until this one…

           Her hazel eyes furtively search the crowd. Nervous, vulnerable? Who’s hands will be allowed to disrupt her? And then they land on him. He draws in a breath. Facing him directly she is even more stunning. He wants to run his fingers through her silken hair. Claim each inch of her flawlessly sunned skin.

           The dancer smiles and slides one strap of her bra off her shoulder. He shifts, his jeans suddenly uncomfortable. How is her one single motion can be his undoing? He only came to watch, not buy. She turns with the music.

If he leaves now he can save himself some money. Return to his wife before it becomes too late. His wife at home with her left-over baby fat and stretchmarks, her pudgy face and dull green eyes.

His dancer turns, her gaze finding him.

He can’t escape. He needs to touch her. To breathe the scent of her.

***

“She can be yours for the night.” Luthor smiles at Daniel. They stand backstage, the muffled thumps of the stereo vibrate from the front of the house.

           “The whole night?” Are there rules? Daniel rubs the top of his balding head. Surely Luthor wouldn’t allow his girls off the premises without instructions and disclaimers.

           “Until Morning.” Luthor’s three fingers travel up the girl’s bare stomach, the other two stubs brushing against the restores swatch of material that hints at the prize underneath.

           “I can do whatever I want with her?” It should be me touching her. But she’s still his.

           Luthor’s hand moves under the bra. “Any – thing – you – want.”

           “What if I need her longer?” Until morning won’t be enough time. “What if I want her for a full day?” Oh, the things he’s imagining doing with her - the positions he wants to arrange her in. She looks so flexible. Not like his wife who only likes to be on her back while he does all the work.

           “I don’t normally allow my girls to be gone all day.” Luthor’s fingers trace a pattern under the material. She leans into his touch. Luthor must know the exact spot she likes.

The impulse to tear off the club owner’s hand slams into Daniel. The fucker probably has no problems getting girls, with his forty-dollar haircut and surprisingly well-tailored suit.

  “For you…” Luthor smiles. “I can make an exception. But it’ll cost you more.”

           “How much?” The sooner Daniel gets her, the sooner it will be his hand under that bra. His fingers getting her wet.

           “Fourteen thousand.” Luthor says. “And you’ll have her back by showtime tomorrow.”

***

            The girl is quiet during the car ride, which doesn’t bother Daniel, he didn’t pay for conversation. The motel is over twenty miles from The Finale. He keeps her close and strokes his fingers over her smooth hair spreading a scent of roses. Even without seatbelts, it’s hard to do what he wants while driving. But he simply can’t wait.

           “Touch me.” He orders, halfway to the motel. There is no hesitation, no complaint. She leans over and rests her hand on his knee. She then begins to pet him. Slow. Teasing. Her fingers brush across his inner thigh, just inches from his erection, but not quite touches. If he asks, he has no doubt she will. But he wants his first experience of her to be at the motel, not in the car.

           Daniel doesn’t pay for an expensive room. The cost of the girl for the extended night is more than he expected to spend. He’s already going to have to justify the extravagant cost of the non-existing yacht somewhere in the Caribbean’s to his fat, fuck of a wife.

Instead, he gets a room at the Greystone Motel. The pimpled desk clerk doesn’t question the handful of cash, he just puts it into the drawer and resumes playing on some handheld game system.

Nor does he look twice at the girl, who is half Daniel’s age, tits spilling out of a black blouse. Daniel wouldn’t be surprised to learn that the dude has some kiddie porn hidden somewhere. He seems the type.

          Once in the room. Daniel kicks off his shoes. “What should I call you?”

          “Whatever you like.” She replies. Just the way she says it makes him harder.

           “What’s your name?”

           “Mina.”

           “Mina… like mine, a possession?” Something he owns, which he does now. “Mine. You will answer to Mine.”

           “Yes.” She gives a nod. “And what do you wish me to call you?”

           Call him? He hasn’t considered that. He can be whoever he wants here. He can have her call him anything. What does he really want though? “My Everything.” He decides. “You are Mine and I am your everything.” She will worship him and beg him.

           “Yes, My Everything.” His possession says. “What would you like me to do?”

           To do. Daniel pauses. What next? If he knew ahead of time he could have stopped at The Rooster a few towns back and bought supplies. He could still take her now, show her off to everyone. No one in that town will know he’s married. They’d never question. She can beg in front of the crowds. Ask for all of the toys to be used.  

           But, before then.

“On your knees.” He orders.

           She complies, sinks down as graceful and fluid as if she were still dancing. Her gaze travels up to his. Waiting. “Unzip me.” He doesn’t want to rush, he has plenty of time.

           Her fingers climb up his thigh, slide over the erection. She eases down his fly. She blinks up at him, giving nothing more than he asked.

“That’s my dirty girl.” Daniel smiles. “Take it out.” She begins to work her hands under his briefs. “Wait.” He says. She pauses. “I want you to tell me how excited you are. Tell me how much you want me. How much you anticipate seeing it, touching it.”

“Yes.” She purrs, reaching for him once more. “I want you.” She moans as her fingers inch closer. “Please. I need it.”

He starts to reply but she has reached him. Touches him at last. She wraps her fingers around him and strokes, slow, pulling his cock free.

“Please.” She pleads. “I can’t wait.”

She must want him. He can hear the longing in her voice. Daniel wets his lips. He wants to give her everything. Wants to drop to his own knees and taste her. He blinks. No. That isn’t how this plays out. He is in control. She is his. He tangles his fingers into her hair as her hand runs down the length of him. Her eyes, plead for the next step.

“Lick it.” He groans.

“Oh, thank you, My Everything.” She leans up to run her tongue up the length of his dick. This one action is almost his undoing. She repeats on the other side.

Think of other things.

Baseball?

Balls.

That are tightening.

No.     

Hockey?

Sticks.

How he hated that simile.

Fuck.

She rocks forward on her knees, swallowing him down.

Fuck.

He shuts his eyes, tries to hold back the surge that is being pulled from him. She takes more. He can’t. The buildup becomes too much, and his climax pours out of him.

His girl sits back and swallows. She runs her tongue along her lips.

Daniel tucks himself away and zips his jeans. After all her touching and teasing, of course he wouldn’t last. It’s her fault she isn’t able to control herself. Her fault he came so soon. She must see that.

“We’re going for a ride, Mine.” He grabs his keys and moves to the door. Good thing they have all day. “Let’s go get some toys.”

***

On the way to the adult store, Daniel stops at the local Wal-mart to get his possession something less to wear. She changes in the parking lot without a word.  He’s happy with his choices. The bra-like pink shirt that will spill out its contents if she leans over too far. And the black miniskirt that will shows off a pink thong when she bends over.

           The Rooster reeks of stale sweat and semen. The middle-aged man behind the counter looks their way than returns to the magazine he’s flipping through. Daniel roams the aisles. His wife never wants to use these things. He bought her fuzzy cuffs one Valentine’s Day but she refused to try them on. His will though, she’ll let him use everything, no questions asked.

           He peeks at his possession, expecting to find her staring at the floor, or at him, which he prefers. Instead, her gaze is wandering the store, observing the other customers. It reminds him of a wolf sizing up a herd of deer.

           That might not be it. Maybe she’s comparing, judging. He’s the best one here, of course. She should be proud to be with him, and not the muscled college aged student with the too big nose. Or the shabby businessman in his rumpled suit and tie. Even the blonde chick who keeps glancing at her, smells of cheap perfume.

           “See anything you like?” Daniel asks.

           She smiles. “Just you.”

           “I meant the toys.” He grins. Though he didn’t.

           She turns her attention to the props hanging on the shelves. Ropes. Cuffs. A selection of whips. She reaches out and caresses the leather crop. “This one.” Her hand travels along to a thick rope. “And this.”

***

            She’s animated on the ride home. Anticipation radiates from her. Her fingers travel across his arm. Down his chest. Along his thigh. Rubbing against his growing erection. Daniel can’t focus on the road. There’s no way they are making it back to the motel, pre-cum is already making his jeans damp.

Daniel yanks her closer, runs his hand up her leg. He wants to feel how wet she is. The anticipation is driving him crazy. He can see it in her eyes. The hunger for him.

           “Please.” She runs her tongue across his ear, bites at the edge. “I need you, my everything.”

           Fuck. He needs to be inside her. He swerves across two lanes and onto the exit ramp, ignoring the blare of horns. The tires squeal with the hard right turn. She unzips his jeans and runs her hand along the waistband before sliding it under. He sucks in his breath when she wraps her fingers around his dick.

           He swings into the lot of another motel and slams the car into park. He captures her wrist and yanks her toward the door, only remembering the new toys once they are halfway to the lobby. He curses and drags her back to retrieve them.

           The white-haired granny at the desk frowns over her wired glasses as he drops cash on the counter. “Just one night?” She questions, her gaze on his possession.

           “Yeah.” Daniel taps his foot. The desk crone takes her time examining his license. “Any day now.”

His possession traces her finger along the top of his jeans. They slide down a fraction. He is still unzipped. Her finger goes lower, brushes against the fabric. They slip further.  

Granny types on the computer. A lame sloth would be faster. “I just need a key,” Daniel growls, or they will be doing it on the front desk.

           “Two beds?” She glances at the girl again.

           “Seriously!” Daniel snaps.

           “How old are you, sweetie?” Granny frowns at his possession.

What business is this of hers? The girl is here because she wants to be. The old bat needs to keep her nose out of his life. He’s about to give her a piece of his mind when his possession answers.

“Nineteen, ma’am.” She smiles. “We’d just like a room, please.”

It takes another five minutes of slow typing and judgmental frowns before she holds out a key. “Room 204.”

He is not waiting for the elevator. Daniel rushes up the stairs, his grip tightens on his girl’s hand to assure she follows.

Even the door slows his progress. The light flashing red twice before the green welcomes them in. He slams the deadbolt in place and drops the goodie bag to the floor. He grabs her around the neck and shoves her against the wall. She lets out a moan. His pants are too tight, even as they slip down once more. Her eyes plead for him. He pushes the shirt off her chest and leans down to capture a nipple between his teeth.

           But it isn’t another moan that rewards him. Instead, a sharp pain shoots up his side. Then another. Daniel stumbles back. That’s apparently his blood dripping on the brown carpet. The room spins. Why is he bleeding? Now he needs a shower to clean himself up. Though shower time with His… He drops to his knees, and blinks away the black spots dancing in his vision. If he passes out, he’ll lose valuable time with her. He stares up at her. She can call Luthor for him. Luthor will give him more time… because he’s special.

That's it!

I'm sorry, I know.... but go purchase the book when it releases on, October 15, to see what happens next!

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