This last week I submitted my newest story, Valentine Next Door. Inspired by a submission call for valentine’s cougar stories, tells the story of Miranda Valentine the hot widow next door, and Jeremy Callahan, the boy that’s lived next door to her for years and loved her just as long. Now back, and an adult, he intends to go after what he wants. And all he wants is Miranda Valentine.

This story came to me very suddenly. But the second Miranda and Jeremy started telling me their story I had no choice but to listen. Jeremy was just so insistent on what he wanted, with me and Miranda and I couldn’t deny him. Even with everything else I had going on these last few months, and it’s been a lot (I write another blog post about that soon).

Here’s one of my favorite interactions between the two of them, just to wet your whistle a bit.

"Sure." He smiled, leaning up and grabbing the items from her. "It's nice to be useful. Even with this." He knocked on his leg. The loud thump of a fist on plaster filled the room.

Miranda sat on the opposite end of the couch, waiting patiently while he jabbed the corkscrew into the cork and twisted it out, even as it made her twitchy and achy. She watched him turn the corkscrew in the bottle. A sudden ache blooming between her legs at the twirl of the device in his hand, the triumph way he pulled the cork from the long thin neck. She clamped her thighs together, hoping to stem the sensation before it traveled any further.

"That's probably been the hardest part of being injured. Having to ask for help." He poured the thick red wine into one of the glasses. When the goblet was half way full he switched to other. "I guess I'm not very good at it." Once both goblets were filled to the midpoint, he handed her one and placed the wine bottle on the table.

She took a sip of the dry merlot. "Just like every other man." She hid her smirk behind her glass, but from Jeremy's returned smile he didn't mind the slight dig.

"I guess that's true." He sipped from his own glass, wrapping his hand around the glass with such a firm touch. What else he could do with those hands, how strong or how soft might his grip be.

"How did you get hurt anyway?" Best to keep focused on something besides Jeremy’s mouth pressed against the glass.

Jeremy looked down at the cast over his leg, "Do you promise not to laugh at me?"

She nodded, turning toward him, shifting her focus to him completely. She twisted into the couch cushions, sliding her stocking feet beneath her. 

"I slipped on a pile of Rhino dung."

She chuckled, slapping her hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. She couldn't help it. The image of him sliding backwards in a giant pile of poop was too funny not to laugh.

"Hey," he yelled, though his face didn't hold any true anger. Instead he smiled with her. "You promised not to laugh."

"You're right." She snorted, placing the glass of wine down on the coffee table before she spilled it over the floor. "I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting a story like that." She wiped at her eyes, a bit of moisture gathering along the lashes. "How exactly does one break his leg by stepping in rhino dung?"

He smirked, bringing the wine glass to his lips and taking a sip. "I was trying to take a picture of a momma rhino and her calf cuddling. People love pictures of animal mother and babies, especially exotic ones. I wasn't paying attention to where I walk. I stepped backwards, slipped on the pile and my leg ended up underneath bent the wrong way."

She erupted in another fit of chuckles. "I'm sorry." She brushed the tears back. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had such a good laugh.”

She reached out, touching his arm without even a thought. He glanced down, staring at where her skin met his. Then his eyes traveled back up to hers. For a second they just looked at each other. Arches of heat passed between them and her stomach fluttered.

"It’s okay," he whispered, his chocolate brown eyes gazing into hers. So deep and sweet, she almost believed she could drown in them. And what a way to go. "I don't mind too much."

His lips were so close she could almost feel them on her skin, the soft brush
against her own mouth, his tongue caressing her own. It'd been so long since she'd been kissed. So long since anyone had looked at her with as much heat and lust as Jeremy was now.

Not since Leo. Not since her dead husband.

She pulled her hand back, glancing away. She was on dangerous ground. She could feel it. She had to bring the conversation back to a safer topic. Much safer.

I’ll let you all know once I know what’s going on with this work, when it finds its home and where. But for now, I’m just so thrilled to have managed to write such a work during all the personal issues I’ve had for the last few months. It’s nice to know no matter what’s going on in my real life I always have my writing.

Now I have to get back to it. On to the next story. Don’t want to leave you waiting for long. :) Happy reading!

In celebration of general release of the Tied to the Billionaire anthology, Total-e-Bound is discounting all BDSM books. Which includes all my books with them. Stop on by and pick up

To celebrate the release Total-E-Bound's Tied to the Billionaire anthology, we're hosting a blog hop, to introduce all our readers to the billionaire's we love.

Stop by the blogs of all the anthology authors over the next week, read the interviews of our billionaire doms, leave a comment and be entered to win either a $50 gift certificate or a six pack of backlist books, one from each author of the anthology. Its just that easy!

Start by reading my interview of Richard Barrett, the hero of Working For Him. This Dom knows just how to make all the ladies swoon, especially the ones he employees.

WE: Thank you so much for being here today Mr. Barrett. I know you’re a busy man and have a lot to do.

RB: I’m happy to be here.

WE: And Mrs. Barrett, I’m so glad you could make it as well. 

SB: It’s Mrs. Carter-Barrett actually. I’m thrilled to be here too. Any press, is
good press for the company.

WE: Um, sure...Mr. Barrett, for all those at home, can you describe to how you became a billionaire?

RB:  I’ve always been fascinated by air travel, even from a young age. My parents had a private jet, and we would often take trips to see the world, but I was always more interested in the flight and the pilot than the locations we were going.

At sixteen I got my first pilot’s license. And I was hooked. After graduating from Wharton with my best friend Dante, we started our own airline,
Vertical Aeronautics. In the eighteen years since its creation, we’ve grown the business to the largest airline in North America.

WE: Wow, that’s very impressive. You seem to have a real passion for your
work.

RB: Thankfully, its one I share with my wife. He grabs his wife’s hand and looks lovingly into her eyes.

WE: That is fortunate, but I happen to know that’s not all you share a love of. When did you first explore the world of BDSM?

RB: He straightens his posture in the chair and looks forward. I believe in college sometime. Dante brought me to my first club. I just walked around and watched at first. It was all so overwhelming, people spanking, whipping, caning all over the place, in states of semi dress. I felt completely out of my element, until I watched a dominate in one corner blindfold and spank his submissive. I got so aroused by how she knelt before him, begging for each slap, I almost came on the spot.

I went up to the Dom after and asked how he could make a woman do that. He laughed, and asked me why I wanted to know. When I explained how it made me feel, he explained to me the basics of BDSM and told me to come back when I was sure what I wanted. I came back the next night.

He taught me everything I know. All the tricks I still use to this day. He
looks at his wife, curling his arm around her shoulders and tugging slightly on her hair. She blushes and looks down. 

I make a point of teaching what I know. Other Dom’s need to know the best ways to keep their sub happy, while also keeping her safe and protected.

WE: I understand you wanting to protect other subs. But have you ever made a mistake in your BDSM?

RB: Physically no. But I definitely made a mistake by not letting Serena know how I felt about her earlier. I almost lost her because of it. Thankfully, she found a way to forgive me.

WE: You are one lucky man. Why do you think Serena is the one?

RB: Serena’s the only women I’ve ever been with that truly wanted me. Not my money, not my dominance, but me. She’s truly one of a kind. I was blessed to have found her.

WE: What’s your favorite part about Serena as a submissive?

RB: Her ability to give me everything in that moment. With Serena there’s no half way, when she submits she gives me everything. More than I deserve some times.

WE: What’s your favorite part about Serena as an employee?

RB: Her passion definitely. It’s what lead me to hire her. It’s what makes me
thankful every day that she works for me, and not the competition.

WE: What’s your favorite part about Serena as a wife?

RB: laughs. I think we should be married at least a month before I start picking favorite traits. 

WE: Fair enough. So what plans do you both have for the future?

RB: Well, I’m definitely looking forward to some quiet. It’s been crazy with all the interviews and reporters interested in hearing about our story and our marriage.

WE: looks down sheepishly. Sorry about that.

RB: Shakes his head. We’re definitely looking forward to spending some time as a married couple and getting back to an equilibrium. 

SB: And there’s a lot of integration work to be done with Argonaut Air.

RB: Very true pet. We just bought out another airline, Argonaut Air, and we’ll be spending quite a bit of the future merging the two companies. After that, who knows. The future’s ours. He brings his wife’s hand to his mouth and kisses her palm.

WE: I don’t want to keep you too any longer. Thank you so much for your time. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again soon.

RB: Winks. You can bet on it.