Glamour Shots, Chapter 24
"Jealousy rears its head."
We never made it to the bedroom. By the time we got to the stairs I had to find out how her smooth sex would feel against my lips, so with her skirt hiked up and me kneeling three steps...
jealousy
Diavolo Ch 09
"One big happy family! Not."
He’d never come so hard in his life. The sight of her rubbing herself on him had blown his fucking mind. Hell, waking up to find her licking his cock like her favorite flavor of lollipop had nearly done him...
Sex With My Mom’s Friends–Brandon and Sasha–Part 2
"Brandon explains his past with his Mom's friends"
The telegram from Jeri unnerved me a little. I'm sure that she and Brenda meant well, and a night in bed with the two of them would be perfect here in Paris under ordinary circumstances, but these were no ordinary...
Diavolo Ch 06
"Out of the hospital and into the frying pan..."
Halfway through the night her phone dinged. Abigail grunted and shuffled her legs, getting more comfortable beneath the downy white comforter. With a soft sigh, she settled back into slumber. Outside the crickets chirped merrily and the sound of the...
Glamour Shots, Chapter 21
"Dave and Alli explore some ideas with their friends"
The next morning, after the rousing success of the bath, the massage, the candles…and the sex, of course - I felt so much better that I wasn’t even dreading facing Marci! In fact, when I stopped at Starbucks, rather than...
Diavolo Ch 04
"Who did it?"
She couldn’t sleep. Abigail tossed and turned, every once in a while she’d glare at the phone Gabriel had given her accusingly. After closing the photo gallery earlier, she’d set it on her nightstand. She hadn’t expected him to call...
Glamour Shots, Chapter 18
"Love and jealousy meet."
“Oh, no, no, that’s not gonna work”, Sherry wailed. “Come on you guys, dish! What’s the sense of having younger, good-looking friends if they won’t tell us about the orgies they attend?” Alli laughed. “Sherry, you’re so bad! It was...
Diavolo Prologue
"Dirty family secrets and lies"
Prologue Gabriel entered the dimly lit room. Machinery whirred and blipped. His sweet grandmother lay in a nest of wires and tubes, her silver hair a frothy halo around her head. She looked so frail, this woman who’d raised him...
Diavolo Ch 01
"Pop Tart"
Four months later… Abigail rubbed her temples, her headache growing by leaps and bounds the closer the car drew to the Montenegro estate. Thankfully, the chauffer didn’t try to strike up any conversation. She had much to contemplate. Her sister...
Diavolo Ch 02
"Gabriel comes to claim what's his."
Pop Tart was a little fluff of nothing. When the windblown blonde had stalked out barefoot from Ariel’s house, muttering under her breath and fighting with the Vera Wang knock off, Gabriel had reluctantly felt intrigued. He hadn’t recognized her...