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Arabella: new story for the Curves and Spurs universe!

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Whew, it’s that time of year again: Christmas and New Year’s. This year has flown by in a hurry! Luckily, I put my pedal to the metal and wrote the next novel in the Curves and Spurs universe: Trapping Arabella.

Arabella Durante’s a con artist who has never been on the right side of the law. When she comes across wealthy stranger Will Ralston in a dusty Texas saloon, she’s sure that she’s found the perfect target. But when Will turns the tables on her, he makes a deal with the beautiful Arabella: serve him and his partner Brett Thorne for three months, and then go free forever.

Arabella suspects that Will expects more than just innocent housekeeping—the two brawny cowboys come from Fort Charles, where the custom is for two men to share one woman.

As Will and Brett try to train her in the sinful ways of Fort Charles, Arabella discovers strange, explosive pleasures as she learns how to please the two dominating alpha males in her life. But when an old enemy  finds her, she’s forced to make a choice between her new life and the secrets of the past.

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Now,” he said, in control once more. “Tell me what he did.”

I looked up at the dark shape of his head, indignant. “Why do you need to know?” I demanded.

“So I can make sure you don’t get punished the same way twice,” he replied.

“I’m not telling you,” I said stubbornly. “The two of you think—you think you have some right to me.”

“What if we did? What if I told you that every woman needs to know who she belongs to?”

“I’d say you were a damn dirty liar,” I said, my breath hitching again.

“Good,” he said, kissing me so hot and sweet that I lost track of my thoughts. “Then that makes two of us, Bella.”

This story goes on sale on Amazon on December 24, 2015, and for the first 48 hours, it will be only $0.99 (and $3.99) after that. Get it while it’s hot!

I’ve missed my naughty cowboys and their lovely ladies. If all goes well, I’m hoping to have more in this universe come 2016…and more for the Agency series as well! Let’s say it’s my New Year’s resolution to write some more yummy tales for the next year. Got an idea for me? I’d love to hear it.


Kindle Unlimited and the conundrum of exclusivity

Friends, I know that many of you have found my work over the last half a year through Kindle Unlimited, Amazon’s all-you-can-eat reader subscription program. With the exception of a few Agency stories, I’ve thrown almost everything else into KU, because Amazon has historically been the biggest market, where most of my readers are located!

However, I will be pulling out all of my stories from KU at the end of this month. In my latest mailing list post I stated that the newest Agency story, French Kiss, will be available on KU, so I’m leaving it up there until July 31.

The reason? The purpose of subscription programs is to sell you a product and hope you don’t use it. Think of it this way–gyms make the most money off people who sign up for a membership and never actually show up to exercise. It’s like paying for a product and never even picking it up from the store!

Likewise, Amazon hopes that you will buy a KU subscription but only read one book a month (or even better, you don’t read any books that month). This is because every time you read a story, the author gets paid.

The problem? They were underestimating romance and erotica fans. You are (as I am) a voracious reader. I have been known to get through multiple books in a DAY if I liked an author enough. There’s nothing I love better than picking up a series I love and bingeing on it in one day. So while Amazon hopes you are only reading a book or two a month, romance and erotica fans might plow through 30. Under the old system, that added up to $45 worth of cost to Amazon, while you were only paying $10.

Obviously, this is not sustainable for Amazon, or other subscription services like Scribd. Scribd was even more obvious about the problem by simply removing the vast majority of their romance offerings. If you are a big romance reader, subscription services don’t want you to be a member. KU/Scribd sees you as more trouble than you’re worth. 😉

Scribd attacked romance readers, but Amazon is approaching the issue by cutting funding for romance/erotica authors, whose works tend to be shorter than epic fantasy novels, for instance. Simply put, KU no longer makes it worth it for erotic romance and erotica writers to be apart of their program. If I stayed, Amazon would pay me 70% less for each of my stories in KU.

Mr. Salt and I hope to start a family (which, as you probably know, is not a cheap thing to do) and this change in KU makes it impossible for me to stay in the program. For all my KU readers, I am so thankful that all of you have followed my work for so long. On the flip side, I am looking forward to making more of my stories available across a much bigger range of distributors, including iBooks, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and more. This will give me better opportunities to run sales and promotions, which benefits all readers.

See you on the other side!


“When I was on my knees in front of him…”

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The sequel to the #1 bestselling free bisexual romance on Amazon.com is now available! Check out An Agency Story: French Kiss for a delicious Parisian treat…

I was about to leave the room for a cold shower when my phone rang. It was a special ringtone, a ringtone that I assigned to just one person…my lips broke into an immediate smile at the sound.

Shanna’s face appeared on my phone screen, her cheeks pink and flushed, her blonde hair soft and loose around her face.

“Ashie,” she said, breathlessly. It was her pet name for me, and though I’d hated it at first it had stuck. Everyone but Mr. Stewart called me Ashie now–he was far too serious for nicknames in public. To him, I’d always be Ashlyn…or in private, I was his baby girl. I could never admit to him how much I liked that pet name, especially when I was on my knees in front of him, his eyes on me.

“Shanna,” I said, tucking a lock of brown hair behind my ear. “You there already?”

She groaned like an animal and I had my answer. She moved the phone and I could see them behind her, Mrs. Stewart’s red lips on her shoulder, Mr. Stewart’s rough hands on her soft, perky breasts. She was still dressed, but she may as well have been naked–I knew her body so well.

I felt a sudden warmth between my legs at the sight of the hard nubs of her nipples, barely covered with a thin cotton t-shirt.

“Yeah,” she said, her crystal-blue eyes looking directly into the camera. “Just got here.”

I tingled with arousal. She just got to Paris and they couldn’t wait…they were ready to strip her naked and fuck her. Oh god–they were already touching her, their hands stroking over her firm flesh, their lips kissing every inch of her smooth skin. I wished that I was there…I missed her. And them.

“Didn’t seem right to start without you, Ashie,” said Mrs. Stewart, her eyes dark with desire and humor. She was elegant, even when dressed in just a bra and panties. Mr. Stewart glanced into the camera with a daring, steely look, and my mouth watered in response. Oh, how I wanted to taste him…his salty skin, his bitter cum. My memories of them were seared into my mind.

“Put the phone down, angel,” he muttered into her ear. He grabbed the phone from Shanna and the image blurred for a moment. When they came back into focus, I saw that the three of them were on top of a wide bed. He must have put the phone down on the bedside table. I collapsed on my hard, lonely twin bed–totally mesmerized.

They stripped her first. Off came that thin cotton t-shirt…then Mrs. Stewart was wiggling her khaki shorts down over her slim hips, and then Mr. Stewart was impatiently groping Shanna’s breasts, sliding his hands into her cups and squeezing the soft mounds as she made a soft squeak of protest. Mrs. Stewart laughed as she undid Shanna’s bra while her husband savaged Shanna’s breasts.

“Hold on, honey,” she cooed, but he ignored her, already pushing a hand into Shanna’s panties. Shanna’s entire body stiffened at the contact, and she leaned her head back and moaned as his hand began to move under the damp, thin fabric. Mrs. Stewart smiled devilishly at the camera–at me–and pulled Shanna’s panties down…


French Kiss excerpt

Eek! The new website is up–I hope you all like it! It took a lot of my time (and Mr. Salt’s time, if I’m being tooootally honest with you) to get it in shape. Having DIY’ed everything I now realize why people shell out the big bucks to web designers to do it for them. It’s not as easy as it seems, but everything is much snazzier now. More glitz, more glamor–kapow!

And now, what you’ve all been waiting for–a free excerpt of a sequel to Double Trouble. This one clocked in at 16,000 words of smutty foursome-y goodness. If everything goes according to plan, this one will be published this weekend, so you’ll have something fun to read over your Fourth of July holiday (for those of you here in the States). I’ll send out the blast to my mailing list as soon as it goes live (it’ll be $0.99 for the first day, and will be $2.99 after that).

It was good to get Shanna, Ashlyn, and the Stewarts together again. This story was unexpectedly romantic (maybe because it’s set in Paris?). I hope this little excerpt whets your appetite…

“Alright, girls,” she said. “Undress each other. And take your time,” she added.

 

Shanna and I looked at each other. Of course, she made the first move. She pulled my tank top up over my head and slid my bra straps down over my shoulders, one at a time. She was smiling the entire time. She reached behind me and undid my bra, then pulled the useless thing off my chest. Her eyes widened at the sight of my breasts. She lowered her mouth and was just about to lick my nipple into her mouth when Mrs. Stewart made a sound of disapproval.

 

Shanna pouted only for a moment before dropping to her knees in front of me. She pulled my panties the rest of the way down, then turned to look at the Stewarts, her eyes bright.

 

“So fucking gorgeous,” he muttered, his voice low. Mrs. Stewart smiled at me.

 

“Go ahead, Ashlyn,” she murmured to me. She was toying with a lock of her hair as she watched, her husband’s hand resting on her thigh.

 

Shanna had a shy grin on her face. It was almost infectious–I pictured collapsing onto the floor in giggles with her, but I glimpsed the brown tip of my nipple as I looked down and remembered what had brought us together in the first place. She ran a finger up my belly and between my breasts, teasing. She wasn’t going to disobey Mrs. Stewart…but she was going to push the limits that they’d set.

 

I reached for the top button on her shirtdress, my hands fumbling slightly as I moved down her dress, revealing inch after inch of bare skin. The dress slipped down on the right without me doing a thing, revealing one bare breast. Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra–would she even need it while she was here?

 

As I peeled the dress down, I revealed her soft, naked hips–no panties–and skimmed my hands over the curves of her ass. I brushed the tiny, delicate dimples above her cheeks with my fingertips, and she pushed herself against me, the hot look of desire in her eyes.

 

“Missed you, Ashie,” she said to me, before she broke all the rules and kissed me, pulling me to her, our breasts pressing against each other, softness against softness. My nipples hardened instantly at the contact.

 

This time, the Stewarts didn’t object. They let us kiss, our mouths wet and hungry, our hands running over each other’s bodies, remembering and relearning every inch of flesh. I’d forgotten what she smelled like–floral shampoo with the scent of roses. There was the faint scent of her sweat beneath the roses and it made me even wetter, an unbearable throbbing desire between my legs.