Happy Sexy Saturday, kits and kittens! Holy crap – what a week. Real life hasn’t been very kind, and that stupid ban was huge pain in the booty, but I promise to behave and never leave again! You know, until I post more nipples or whatever it is that ticks off FB. Meh. Anyway!
It’s been a hell of a first year, and I’m so grateful for everything I’ve accomplished. From starting out in Hello Kitty notebooks and fan fiction to kicking butt on Amazon’s top 100 and getting sexy editorial reviews – WHEW! It’s been a crazy ride. Thank you to everyone who’s supported me. I couldn’t have done it without you. <333
Now! Book updates – Tentacles #2 has been submitted and is awaiting acceptance from my publisher. I’m also waiting for the CHC Collection’s release date, and I will let you know as soon as I have it! Editing is going well on my Undertaker story, and hopefully that will be on its way to the publisher soon!
In the meantime… thinking about writing a different kind of gangster, and well, this little random bit of writing happened. Enjoy!
When Will lifted his head, it was immediately shoved back down. His thoughts were foggy, his body was aching, and he was naked. Something soft was covering his eyes. He tried to reach up to push against what was holding him down, but his hand was smacked away.
“Don’t move,” a deep voice warned.
“Wha… what are you doing?” Will demanded. His voice sounded slurred, and he didn’t know why.
“Seeing if you’re worth what they’re asking,” was the flat reply.
A hand, Will realized, was twisting into his hair and forcing him to turn his face this way and that.
“So far, I’m undecided.”
“Huh…?” Will didn’t understand what was happening. The last thing he remembered was leaving the club, but he wasn’t sure if he’d left alone.
He knew he had been drinking, but he didn’t think he’d had enough to completely black out.
Definitely not enough to feel like this.
He could feel the stranger’s leather gloved hands moving down his body, his lean stomach, his long legs. He tried to pull away, but he didn’t have the strength. He squirmed when the stranger palmed his ass and rolled him over.
“What… what are you doing?” Will gasped as the stranger spread his cheeks. His face was hot, and he groaned when a single gloved finger slid down over his hole.
“Inspecting my potential purchase,” the stranger said. “I think I’m almost ready to make my decision.”
“On whether or not I’m going to buy you.”
“I’m not-“ Will’s words were silenced by a gloved hand, and he was dragged up to his feet. He had to lean forward, catching himself on a broad chest and strong arms.
The stranger was wearing a suit and tie, but Will couldn’t detect much else. The hand on his mouth hadn’t moved, but the other had pressed itself into the small of his back.
“If you were about to say you’re not property or that you’re not for sale, you’re wrong,” the stranger said. “You became property the second you were taken from whatever gutter they dragged you out of. You’re definitely for sale.”
Will jerked, struggling to protest, “No! Wait… you can’t just buy me!”
“As a matter of fact, I can,” the stranger replied. “I own this club, this city, this entire state, and all the souls in it.”
“Souls…?” Will stiffened.
“Consider yourself most fortunate that I’m only interested in purchasing your body.”
Will reached up to snatch off his blindfold, and the stranger didn’t stop him. He gasped sharply, trembling as he stared down the monster in front of him:
Dark red skin, black lips, yellow eyes, and horns… Two giant horns were bursting out of the stranger’s forehead and curling back around his ears.
“Oh, my God…”
“Don’t worry,” the stranger teased. “Souls are too much paperwork.”