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Thursday, October 12, 2017

Declan is coming. 

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CHAPTER ONE - DECLAN


A lovely buzzing bee hovers annoyingly close in my personal space forcing the muscles in my shoulders to flex. The voice begs, pleading unsuccessfully. Light floral scents cut through the thick cologne and traces of sex permeate the dark swirling in her wake. Sydney Meadows is a breath of fresh air and wide eye innocence pushing through the cynicism and saccharine pretentiousness I’ve grown accustomed to throughout the club. I have no friends here and no one I trust outside my shrinking inner circle of family and business associates. This is the legacy left to me by my father and a world of old school mob bosses with deep pockets and big dicks. 
I watch her.
I want her.
I can’t have her.
My twisted moral code rebels. 
She’s a kitten trying to be a lion, but a kitten is still a kitten, young and na├»ve. It’s a shame I’m meeting her under these circumstances, forced to step on her delicate petals of pride bruising them irreparably. I should feel bad. Any normal moral man would feel bad, but I am none of those things. Sydney would be better off with some idealistic college millennial who eats kale and protests on the weekend. Violence is my bread and butter no matter how much one tries to sugarcoat what I do. The mere fact that my life is intersecting with hers now in anyway is sacrilegious. 
She approaches me trembling with sweat coated skin above the cupid’s bow of her lip begging for a kiss. A taste. I shut my eyes jaw clenched wishing she were anywhere but here.
“Please, you have to understand.” Hands reach out to claw at me in a last ditch attempt to get my attention. Her short painted nails remind me of seashells and retract when my eyes narrow. No one touches me uninvited. Least of all some girl I don’t know biblically and even then I prefer them restrained. I turn to walk away, my security detail closing ranks around me blocking her off. Anyone could be a possible threat, even a sweet looking girl. 
I watched dogs in the alley get better scraps than this girl pitifully crying her overly large blue eyes out, lips trembling, and tears spilling over apple plump cheeks. The full on blubber fest mottles her milky white skin into horrid splotches of red while words I only half understand pour from her mouth. Something about debts, her father, and the police are clear enough to make out giving me a headache. Husking out a breath I wave her off. My attempt to shoo her away does nothing and I’m forced to wonder if she’s stupid not knowing who I am. 
People always want something from me. A favor. Cash. Drugs–if I still moved those. The person from five years ago would have shut her up by sticking her mouth on my cock instructing her to suck me off. Today, my dick turtles back thinking about the tears that soak her pale t-shirt and her girl next door look reminds me of things from my childhood like pretty school teachers and nuns with rulers. It’s not exactly the wet t-shirt contest I used to enjoy on Thursday nights in the club either. My how times have changed. 
“Please Mr. Natas.” She licks her lips starting her fresh round of breathless whines. “You have to listen to me.”
Growling, I turn mid step bumping into the girl who has no business being inside my club, let alone bothering me if she knew what was good for her. Waving her out of my way would have caused her to fall down several steps so I restrain myself from lashing out. She almost, almost shrinks back before grabbing my Brioni suit lapels with balls most men I deal with don’t have. Actually, it’s kind of cute. I find myself a curious mixture of intrigued and irritated as I force her to take a step back picking her hands off me in a harsh grip. My hands could easily crush the delicate bones and knowing this I rein my temper in. She’ll already wear my mark of matching bracelets bruising the skin and that’s good enough for me.
“Pretty girl, I don’t have to do anything. You father made a deal with my rival. Why should I give a fuck what happens to him and his pound of flesh?” I hated liars, but I hated dirty cops even more. They were supposed to uphold the law, not abuse it despite the fact that I took pleasure in breaking it and often when the mood suited. 
Her throat bobs as her chin trembles. My mind strays wondering what it would look like watching her full pale lips extend around my cock pumping cum down her throat. 
“B-because you’re a better man. A merciful one.” She’s adorable playing the heartbroken daughter. It’s a shame I don’t feel like taking on a new submissive. Breaking her would be joyous and if I’m honest a real good stick it to dad moment. No man liked thinking about his daughter getting dick from a well-known criminal, dirty cop or not. I wonder if he knows that his precious baby girl is here begging for his worthless life. 
Probably not. 
“Merciful?” She must be joking and holding back my laugh in the face of her tears is a struggle. “I’m sorry doll. You must have gotten your saints messed up. I’m after less honorable pursuits.”
Those small breakable hands hold tight again. 
“Declan please.” She makes my hackles rise with her persistence. My recollection of the word please typically centers on hookers begging for my cock, not sweet girls who lack brains.
I get in her personal space and run my hands down her silky soft arms feeling the goose bumps pepper her skin. 
“Sydney, I would want you for one thing only and I would forget your name before the orgasm was even over.”
She gasps.
“No one is that cruel.” Her eyes flood with unshed tears and I drive my point home further. She has no idea how cruel I can be–must be. 
“I don’t make love. I don’t cuddle, and I definitely don’t call the morning after. I would fuck you just to defile you.” Biting back my grin, I watch her shudder. If I had her would her whole body convulse like that? From my dirty talk alone? I shake it off reminding myself she’s not worth the trouble. 
I lean in and whisper, “Be a good girl, Sydney. Get the hell out of my club before I have the boys bring you back to dad a little less wholesome.” Releasing her, she stumbles back and I brush past her grabbing a glass of Dair Ghaelach on my way to the lounge area. 
I’m pointlessly hoping my favorite whiskey will drown out her face and whimpers. She collects herself, maybe bracing the rod of steel in her spine before stalking out. Good. I don’t need more complications in the form of a barely five foot church going mouse.
Sipping my drink, I watch her reflection in the mirror, light brown hair bouncing behind her thin shoulders as she leaves in a hurry scurrying past regulars who don’t give her a wide enough berth bumping into her, some even groping. Funny how my drink curdles in the back of my throat going down watching the men steal touches they don’t deserve. I wouldn’t allow myself to touch her, but I don’t like them thinking they can either. My club isn’t a free-for-all. 
Eyes narrow, I nod to Stevens and Rhodes my bodyguard detail to follow her. I hate surprises, but I hate not having answers even more. My nod tells them to tail her and find out what they can down to every last detail of her garbage. It’s a necessary precaution in my work. Know thy enemy better than one’s self. 
Neil speaks interrupting my thoughts. 
“You’re a real dick sometimes Dec. She’s just a girl.” My brother chuckles free to grab a seat next to me. He’s a smoother version of me. Whereas I’m all hard angles and coarse language, Neil is the peacemaker, softer, and the second born. 
“Don’t know. Don’t care.” And I didn’t care except for the niggling doubt that maybe I missed something in Sydney’s desperation. Something I didn’t give her time to convey in my rush to wash my hands of it. Too little too late I suppose. I wasn’t about to do a do over or call her back to torture me with her blue eyes. 
I shake off any guilt I might feel mumbling. “Besides, what kind of man sends his daughter, even a beautiful one to do his dirty work? How can I respect a chap whoring out his kid just so I can take on his gambling debts?” The drink slow burns down my throat as I finish and pour another. There isn’t enough alcohol to drown away the sins I collect thinking about Sydney Meadows groveling at my feet and the fantasy of my cum dripping from her honey sweet lips. 
“I’m guessing the boys are on it.” He says and I grunt nodding to where Stevens and Rhodes once stood flanking the doorway. 
“Doubtful he’d ever pay up those debts, especially a hundred grand if he thought his daughter could work them off. And, hey what’s she got that I want in exchange beside a tight pussy?” 
“Her soul maybe?” Neil quips. 
My hands wanted to circle her waist, pull her flush against me and ravish her mouth to shut her up. I bet her tears would have tasted briny and bitter as she realized the depths she had sunk in coming here to bargain with me. I always take the coarsest payment possible. I wouldn’t have made it easy for her just because she’s a girl. 
Barking, I laugh. “I’m not the devil, Neil. I’m just a man trying to run a legit business with these stupid cops making deals to line their pockets. Takes a lot more energy to do things by the books these days since I took over for dad.” 
And wasn’t that the honest truth?
“He certainly left a mess of things.” Neil and I toast to new beginnings. Thinking about dear old dad leaves an aftertaste too vile for good Irish whiskey to obliterate. He’s lucky he’s dead. A bullet to the back by our rival otherwise I would have shot him twice myself for the disaster I’m left with. 
“Might as well find out what Officer Meadows got himself into.” I like surprises even less than fuck ups.
“Right, and who needs a cop’s brat sniffing around to fuck that up?” Another drink appeared on the table courtesy of my liquor therapist.
I tap the bar winking at my sister. She’s a miniature identical version of Neil. She favors my women and business interests even less which make her a good bartender as my eyes and ears. 
“There’s my Tabitha. Shield your claws Tabby cat. Ms. Meadows won’t be returning.” Although, watching her determined gate walk away, even I’m not so sure of that.
“I’ve got a grand she’s back within the month.” Neil tosses a bunch of bills on the table.
“Come on brother; make the bet a little more fun than that.” I egg him on straightening out his pile of hundreds. 
“Jesus Dec, this isn’t a bet on a Rugby game.” He grouses and I ruffle his hair making him duck away like we’re teens again. 
“Cheapskate. I say she’s back by Friday for ten grand.” Tabby hisses refilling our drinks and then wiping the counter down. My little sister is a tough one to crack. Sympathy was beaten out of her by our father and later a boyfriend who cut her face scarring her beauty. That fucker is currently treading water in the bay courtesy of my relocation program. 
Neil hunches over with sudden interest. “What makes you say that? Are you going to interfere like you usually do?” Either way a bet is a bet. It will be bad news for Miss Meadows if Tabby takes to meddling.  
Tabby winks. “She’s a girl, she looks resourceful. Besides Friday night Dec lets the ladies dance on stage.”
I scoff taking a long drink.  
“Ladies… sure.” If you could call the hookers who show up looking for dumb johns I suppose we have those in spades dancing at the club. I hadn’t taken a club girl home in long time… the occasional quickie in my office, well, that was another story.  
“I think I just lost this bet, Dec.” Neil tosses a drink back and I envy how relaxed he seems. 
“Of course you did, idiot.” I nod at him. 
Neil asks, “What are you going to do about it?” 
My brother thinks I will intervene on her behalf, but I won’t. These things always have a way of working themselves out.  

“Children, children.” I chide my siblings finishing the Dair Ghaelach. “If she knows what’s good for her she won’t be back at all.” I smile through the bullshit because I know she’ll be back. It’s not a question of if… it’s a question of when. 


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AUTHORS & TITLES
A.D. Justice: Warning
A.M. Hargrove, Author: For The Love of My Sexy Geek
Aleatha Romig: Unconventional
CA Harms: Raw
Gina Whitney: Stilettos and Broken Bottles
Hilary Storm: Ridin’ Dirty
Katherine Rhodes: Innuendo
Kate Benson: Redemption
Katie Ashley: The Plan
Liv Morris: Sweet Seconds
M.C. Cerny: Declan’s Demand
M. Stratton: In His Arms
Michelle Dare: Uncuffed
MJ Fields: Terzetto
S. Moose author: Adjusting the Deal
SD Hildreth: Mister Prick
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Monday, April 3, 2017

Sloan Tanner doesn't take no for an answer. 
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PROLOGUE - LANGLEY

“What do you see, pretty girl?” Sloan’s voice called out to me, caressing the back of my neck into a pop of goosebumps despite the heat of the evening sun setting. He found me standing outside the corral to Blackjack’s pen. The horse’s hooves kicked up red dust and dirt that covered everything including my legs standing so close to the corral fence. I stepped up on fence watching the horse. The black stallion circled the female, snorting while she made muted bleats. I tried to appear casual, looking over my shoulder at the man I called master, and smiled. I nodded toward his horse well aware that my answer was insolent in his narrowed gaze. His tan skin looked radiant, glowing under the flannel button-down shirt he wore tucked into his denim jeans. Dark brown cowboy boots encased his feet which were steady and shoulder width apart stalking toward me. I shivered with anticipation remembering the night before. Sloan had a thing about balance and obviously practiced it in all things he did in and out of the bedroom, even something as simple as walking toward me. 
I turned away to swallow the dryness from my throat that had little to do with the dust, as well as hide the flush in my cheeks. I was lucky I’d earned my dress today, otherwise I would have been watching Blackjack from the confines of the heated tiles in the Spanish kitchen. Clothes seemed to be optional under Sloan’s tutelage, especially if I misbehaved. For once, I was grateful for the hot wind that licked my face in the humidity of Texas in the midst of summer. The braid I kept my hair in was wild and knotty; the wind tangled the braid into a thick rope perfect for a master’s grasp. 
An unsatisfied grunt filled my ears. I could have answered him demurely. I should have, but I rarely followed his rules keeping our agreement interesting. Sloan, not one to take my silence as a good thing, crowded me up against the wooden pole fence I stood on. Thick arms rested against the sanded posts encasing me. Anxiously, I looked at the cords of muscle exposed by the rolled up sleeves of his shirt. His arms were larger than the fencing that separated me from certain danger. His strength was restrained for the moment. I wasn’t sure where the oasis of safety resided—in the pen with Blackjack or outside with the Dominant.
“What’s he doing?” I asked, referring to the animal with the sleekest silky coat of hair and the darkest pulsing eyes I had ever seen. His energy was palpable and reminded me of a brewing storm barely under control and waiting to break free in an explosion. Horses terrified me which was no secret to Sloan, and one of the reasons he warned me to stay back from the fence. Blackjack had broken free on two separate occasions trying to get to the mares in heat. Curiosity won me over, and I found myself venturing from the house after dinner to watch the stallion throw his latest temper tantrum. The horse was obviously in the throes of lust and looking to mate. His nostrils flared, exposing his teeth and skirting the mare with the shiny brown and white painted coat.
Sloan leaned in close, his mouth a hairsbreadth away from my ear whispering, “Same thing I’m gonna do to you, Luchadora.” Before I could object, his arm hauled me close around the waist grinding his hips into my backside. The nickname he gave me purred from his lips abrading every inch of my skin. His touched enlivened me with awareness as his jeans chafed me. His palm came around to cup my sex, slipping between slick folds, and I arched into him craving more. I hadn’t worn underwear in the week I had been here, and the air kissed my damp skin. I found it unfair in the moment that I wasn’t allowed to touch Sloan unless instructed to do so. Instead I grabbed the rail, hanging on. If I didn’t I would have fallen, not that Sloan would have let me, but still the anticipation was thick between us.
Arousal was a heady thing. I moaned, letting the wind take my voice. Sloan readjusted us against the fence to keep me from falling, speaking into my hair. “Watch him court her.” 
Blackjack danced around the mare, his hooves stomping the ground, tossing his head up into the air, hind legs kicking out. A wild look filled his eyes, and I turned my head to see the same reflected in Sloan’s. If he kissed me, his tongue would have been fire licking at my lips. I wanted to burn, but he didn’t kiss me. Instead his palm directed my cheek back to the horses in the field. His denial should have hurt, but it only inflamed my want for him further. 
We were both heavy of breath and metaphorically circling each other, his hips to my backside. He caressed the ridge of my spine under the loose house dress, slipping his large hand over my butt cheeks and between my legs, pushing them apart for balance on the fence. His hand wasn’t exactly gentle as he positioned my legs on the railing, forcing me to grip the top railing and lean into it. The blunt tip of his finger dragged over my clit before leaving me panting and dripping. 
“He’s going to mate?” The question seemed stupid once it left my lips; I knew exactly what the horse was doing. Sloan’s hand was busy working to undo his large, shiny belt buckle shaped like a bucking horse. The metal rested hot on my skin before he pulled it out of the belt loops, snapping as he dropped it onto the dusty ground. He undid the clasp to his jeans, pulled them coarsely between us, resting halfway down his muscular thighs. He kept one hand holding me by my breast, his hand squeezing and molding under his grasp. The zipper on his jeans scraped my skin, and I pushed back feeling the exposed, crisp, springy hairs covering his sex. I swore he smelled different like this, all male and musky making me drunk on him.
“He’s going to rut, fuck, and breed her.” He informed me through a forced breath as his fingers continued to roughly part my lips below. I wasn’t ready for Sloan’s entry. I rarely was unless he spent time preparing me because he was so big, and I still wasn’t used to him no matter how wet I was. It was pure friction when he entered me with those first initial strokes, and my craving to burn was satisfied. He didn’t flick my clit or bother fingering me to get me aroused. Instead, he pushed forward, skin on skin breaching my inner walls, pressing them apart with enough pressure to make me cry out into the vast valley of prairie hills before us…and to think I wanted to leave boring Ohio for something different... 


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Books inspired by Beauty and the Beast

Saturday, March 18, 2017

Who is excited for the new Beauty and the Beast movie?!?!

I am. 
I totally am.

This movie has been a favorite of might growing up because who doesn't love a good fairytale? And the library, um, hello?! Get my a library of books like that and I'm hooked. Whisper me some sweet nothings surrounded by a few first editions and I'm a happy girl. :-) 

This weekend is actually my 8 year *gulp* anniversary with the Mr. 
So we celebrated by taking mini-bun to the movies with us to see - of course - Beauty and the Beast. I didn't get dinner, but I didn't have to cook either so it's still a win. Besides with all the movie popcorn that fell down my shirt, I had a snack for later. Just Kidding!  


BATB is one of my favorite movies and for the past few weeks, I haven't been able to stop reading stories inspired by it. I've included eight books inspired by the story, new and oldies I've enjoyed. Some of them are more or less my interpretation with a less than perfect hero and a strong female lead that reminds me of Belle. These books are all on amazon (possibly other retailers too). This summer I'll be releasing my own version of the retelling and details on that book will be coming soon. For now though, check out these awesome ones. 



A fantastic story about a girl who can't remember what happened and the man who can't forget how things came to be. Really enjoyable and dark read and the new cover is stunning. 



OMG!! I finished this book the day it released. Amazing! I can't wait for book two and I'm torn up I have to wait for it. I definitely love these dark tales and this one takes place in a mafia world. 



I  reread this book since it came out in 2015 and I fell in love all over again with our grumpy hero Asher and Savannah's persistence to lure him out of his shell. Two misfits who find each other in this contemporary retelling. 



When I'm looking for a sexy tale, Skye Warren never disappoints... I haven't had the chance to read this one, but it looks so good and this is the link for the complete box set of ebooks. It was highly recommended when I asked around for more BATB retellings. 



A husband sells his wife to pay a debt. Lucifer is as beautiful as he is dark. Lily wants her freedom but he won't let her go. He should have just gotten her a library! HA! The way he softens toward her is sweet as she surrenders to him. It's dark and the content not for the faint of heart. 



It's free. First in the series. 
This book is smooth like dark chocolate. Tess is full of moxie and Q - *swoon* he's pretty beastly in my opinion. I love the story between these two. Since it's free you can try it out before getting the other three books in the series. So worth it!



Short, erotic, and $0.99 It's currently on my TBR. 



I'll be honest, I have never read any of this series, but the book came HIGHLY recommended and now I feel like I have been missing out. You know I'll be catching up on this series ASAP. 

Let me know what you think about these retellings and seriously, GO SEE THE MOVIE! 
-XOXO-



Recommended Reads of 2/27/17

Monday, February 27, 2017


On the rare chance I have to sit down and read, read, read - I tend to splurge on series when possible. I have to say the Dangerous Royals Series by Annika Martin delivered high. I love the Mafia premise and brothers fighting for their birthright. You get several points of view throughout the books and series as a whole but none of it is distracting or confusing. The story flows with impact and plenty of action balanced by romance between the hero (or sometimes anti-hero) and the heroine. I would consider these novels on the darker side and while I think you can read them just fine as a standalone they are way better read in order, but that's just my opinion. You can also save a few pennies by picking up the whole series here: Dangerous Royals Series 

XOXO - M.C. Cerny











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Night Owl 2.0

Saturday, February 25, 2017


Isn't this cover the bomb? 

Jack and Casey finally have the HEA you've been waiting for...

All FIVE Serials are in this complete standalone story, plus an extra 30k words, new editing, new cover, AND cameos from characters in The Reed Series. <-- That's the part I might be most excited about! If I had to describe this story - it's definitely for the 18 and over crowd. It's light on suspense and heavy on the sexy time. If you want a pretty much over the top CEO and a sassy girl who fall in love and overcome every obstacle in their path, then this is the romance for you. 
-xoxo-

NIGHT OWL

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