MIAMI MASTERS

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

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BOUND TO SUBMIT
BJ Wane
Bound to Submit
Series: Miami Masters Book 4
Genre: Erotic Romance, Suspense
Publisher: Blushing Books
Publication Date: April 13, 2018
He was determined to protect her, but will holding back the secrets of their pasts jeopardize their future and her safety?
Hope Wallace left Atlanta after being betrayed by her family and friends in the worst way. Now, running a homeless shelter in downtown Miami, she was finally doing what she wanted with her life and working at putting the past behind her. The only thing marring her happiness was the constant desire to explore the BDSM lifestyle her new friends enjoyed so much. She had tried that once, and it led to disaster and losing everything, but the urges kept pulling at her until she finally succumbed and braved going to a club.
Miles Cavenaugh fell for Hope the minute he saw her bruised face and determination to protect a friend and resident at her shelter. His violent childhood kept him from forming relationships, his fear of losing his temper if he came across someone harming an innocent woman or child made him anti-social and preferring to stick with his close friends for companionship. But when he hears Hope is at a local BDSM club while there is a serial abuser of submissives making the rounds in Florida, he rushes to ensure she stays safe.
Unable to continue keeping each other at arm’s length, Miles and Hope agree to a short-term affair where he’ll introduce her to the lifestyle she craved until she got her interest out of her system. But an unknown person is determined that Hope not find the happiness that has eluded her for so long and both Miles and her may have waited too long to come clean with each other about their pasts.

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Book Excerpt

With the wall at her back, Hope Wallace tried to tamp down her fear while refusing to back down from the aggressive crowding by this irate ex-boyfriend of a shelter guest. His belligerence wasn’t anything she hadn’t been subjected to before, but her heart never failed to lodge in her throat when she stood face to face with a large, angry man intent on causing trouble, and her harm.
“Back off, Davidson, before I have you arrested for violating your restraining order,” she demanded, wishing her voice hadn’t emerged as a trembling whisper instead of the controlled strength she’d been striving for. Traci, her receptionist, already called the cops, who were always quick to respond to a 911 from the shelter.
Davidson got in her face and snapped, “You and what army, bitch?”
“No army, just me. Back off, like the lady said.”
Hope saw Miles’ hand clamp down on Davidson’s shoulder before she noticed his presence or heard his deep voice, the one that never failed to send a shiver of awareness dancing down her spine. Even in the midst of a nasty scene, her body responded to his black eyes drilling her with an intent, probing look that worried her on several levels.
Davidson spun around, whether with help from Miles’ grip or all on his own, she couldn’t tell. “Mind your own fucking business,” he sneered. “This is between me and my old lady.”
“Not anymore.” Sidling around Davidson, Hope glared at Miles before placing herself between him and her unwelcome guest. She couldn’t afford any more trouble. Ignoring the low growl rumbling from Miles’ throat, and the way her nipples pulsed in response, she placed her hands on her hips. Sirens grew louder as a police car pulled up out front, lending her even more bravado to get in this man’s face, just to see how he liked it. “She’s done with you. Get used to it and stay away from her, and my place.”
Two cops rushed inside and wasted no time hauling him off in handcuffs. Hope breathed a sigh of relief, her heart rate slowing down until she faced Miles’ wrath. Funny how his anger induced a whole different response than the instant fear Davidson’s had. The threat he posed wasn’t one of physical harm, but she had other reasons for keeping her distance from him.

Other Books by BJ Wane

Check out the other books in the Miami Masters series.
Seven men from troubled childhoods bond as teens at a summer camp for juvenile delinquents, a bond that carries through to adulthood and adds a penchant for BDSM. Each of these dominant, over-protective men meet their match in the Miami Masters series, filled with emotional trauma and heart-pounding suspense.
Bound and Saved
Master Me, Please
Mastering Her Fear

About BJ Wane

I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
BJ Wane's Email: bjwane@cox.net
Official website: http://bjwane.blogspot.com/
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Friday, April 13, 2018

I've returned to SaturdaySpanks this week with my new release, BOUND TO SUBMIT, book 4 in the Miami Masters series.  I hope you'll be as pleased with Miles and Hope's story as the rest of the series!



Blurb:
Miles Cavenaugh fell for Hope the minute he saw her bruised face and determination to protect a friend and resident at her shelter.  His violent childhood kept him from forming relationships, his fear of losing his temper if he came across someone harming an innocent woman or child made him anti-social and preferring to stick with his close friends for companionship.  But when he hears Hope is at a local BDSM club while there is a serial abuser of submissives making the rounds in Florida, he rushes to ensure she stays safe.
Unable to continue keeping each other at arm’s length, Miles and Hope agree to a short-term affair where he’ll introduce her to the lifestyle she craved until she got her interest out of her system.  But an unknown person is determined that Hope not find the happiness that has eluded her for so long and both Miles and her may have waited too long to come clean with each other about their pasts.  

My eight-sentence snippet:

 “You caught on quick, Hope, but that doesn’t mean I’ll slide on your punishment.”
Both her buttocks and her pussy clenched at the word ‘punishment’ and a frisson of excitement danced under her skin when her mind took her back to another place, another Dom and her first taste of erotic pain.  “But…” she cast a quick look around the small gym then at the door.  “Here?”
    
With a low laugh that set off a flutter of butterflies in Hope’s abdomen, Miles spun her around, swiped both feet out from under her with one leg and kept one arm braced around her middle as he lowered her on top of the large padded pole.  “Here, and now,” he whispered in her ear as he adjusted her hips over the pugil, leaving her butt propped up.  “Stay where I put you.”  Swiping a hand over her buttocks, he squeezed one cheek.  “We didn’t discuss a safe word last week because that was fun, I didn’t intend any punishment that time.  For now, we’ll stick with the standard red for stopping everything; green, you’re good to continue and yellow for you’re unsure.”
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Friday, April 6, 2018

Welcome back to another teasing week of Saturdayspanks!  To celebrate my upcoming release of BOUND TO SUBMIT, book one in the Murder on Magnolia Island trilogy will be free in Kindle Free Reads from April 12-16.  Here is a tantalizing excerpt to whet your appetite for this special offer.

BLURB:
Logan Lemaster drew Melanie Barnes under his protective wing the moment he rescued her from a fall off her bike. She had been six and he thirteen and his over protectiveness didn’t abate over the next twenty years. When a good friend ends up murdered on the family’s private island following one of his and his cousins BDSM weekend parties, Melanie insists on being there to comfort Logan. Only, he hadn’t counted on the grown woman’s tenacious determination to worm her way past his defenses and into his bed. Having spent the past eight years, since Melanie reached adulthood and made her interest in expanding on their friendship known, he’d refused to jeopardize their special bond by introducing her to his kinky preferences. But he was only human, and when her grief over an assault on a co-worker sends him to comfort her, his good intentions fall to the wayside under her responsive body. As he and his cousins plan to hold another BDSM party to feel out their friends for hints about which one had betrayed them in the worst way, he tutors Melanie in his sexual preferences so she can join him. But as they grow closer, so does the killer, and when her life is threatened, Logan knew he would stop at nothing to protect her and make her his in every way.
DISCLAIMER: This book is intended for adults only. It contains elements of power exchange, BDSM, including explicit sexual scenes and anal play. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
My eight sentence snippet:
One second Melanie lay enjoying the softer taps on her pulsating cheeks, her arousal escalating with each one, and the next, blistering pain seared across her buttock with a loud snap!  Up went her legs as she whipped her head back around, shaking to toss her hair out of her face because releasing her tight grip on the stool’s leg meant a possible face smash on the wood floor.  That smack put the previous hard swats to shame. 
No!  Her cry went unheeded as he brought the offending object down on her other cheek, the pain just as sharp, the hot throb it left behind just as acute.
Logan rested his hand on one burning buttock, his eyes on hers.  “See, kitten.  You’re ready to cut and run with the first taste of what I do when I don’t get my way, at least when it comes to sex.  Give it a minute.  It’ll pass.”

      Lowering her head in shame, Melanie calmed and lay there, enjoying his hand resting on her sore buttock.  Being proven wrong didn’t sit well with her, caused her heart to turn over in a slow roll of grief over not being able to handle what he….oh God.

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Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Welcome to WipItUp Wednesday where you'll get a look at a work in progress or an upcoming new release.  Today I'm sharing a short excerpt from my April 13th release, BOUND TO SUBMIT, book 4 in the Miami Masters series.  As an extra bonus with this release, LOGAN, book 1 in the Murder on Magnolia Island trilogy will be free on Kindle from April 12-16!





Blurb:
Miles Cavenaugh fell for Hope the minute he saw her bruised face and determination to protect a friend and resident at her shelter.  His violent childhood kept him from forming relationships, his fear of losing his temper if he came across someone harming an innocent woman or child made him anti-social and preferring to stick with his close friends for companionship.  But when he hears Hope is at a local BDSM club while there is a serial abuser of submissives making the rounds in Florida, he rushes to ensure she stays safe.
Unable to continue keeping each other at arm’s length, Miles and Hope agree to a short-term affair where he’ll introduce her to the lifestyle she craved until she got her interest out of her system.  But an unknown person is determined that Hope not find the happiness that has eluded her for so long and both Miles and her may have waited too long to come clean with each other about their pasts.  

Excerpt:

“You look way too comfortable.”
Hope opened her eyes but didn’t lift her head as she peeked at Miles standing in front of the spa.  Julie’s low moan snagged her attention off his chiseled, hard face.  Jackson, standing next to Miles in front of them, leaned over Julie as Trevor did the same from where he stood along the side, both men opening their mouths to suckle on her nipples.  Oh.  The breathless response to the erotic scene slipped out before she knew it.  She didn’t have time to let it embarrass her because Miles took that moment to reach into the water and spread her thighs apart with a tug that brought her hips closer to a pulsating jet.  The sudden barrage of warm, pounding water against her gaping pussy and exposed clit pulled a startled gasp from Hope’s throat and her hands automatically went between her legs to shield herself from the unexpected eruption of sensation in front of the others.
“Did I say you could touch yourself?” Miles demanded, his brows drawn down in a frown.  “Trevor?”
“Be glad to help.”
Before Hope grasped his meaning, Trevor moved behind her head, reached down and pulled her arms above her, keeping hold of her wrists the same way Miles maintained his grip on her thighs.  Their tight restraint sent a frisson of additional heat surging through her wildly pumping veins, leaving her with no choice but to either say the safe word and end this or succumb to the pleasure sweeping through her system with the whirling force of a twister.
The pulsating jet battered the hot, swirling water against sensitive tissues and nerve endings never before exposed to touch, spiraling Hope’s need to a desperate height that forced her to opt for door number two in her decision.  Her breasts swayed as she struggled against the bombshell of skyrocketing pleasure, her thighs tensing against Miles’ hands, her frustration to free herself drawing yet another wave of pleasure.  Men’s voices echoed in her ear, another aphrodisiac she discovered as her nipples peaked into such tight pinpoints, they ached.  Then Miles’ voice, that growly one she loved so much, penetrated all other emotion and sound and set her free.
“Now, Hope.  Let go.”
Reality faded, replaced with mindless ecstasy.  She lost herself in the throes of pleasure, closing her eyes, shutting out Julie’s exalted cries, and let herself go.  Hope came down from the incredible high by slow degrees, her breathing labored as she tried to regain her focus.  Then long fingers invaded her still spasming sheath and a large hand cupped her right breast.  Her eyes flew open to see Trevor’s sun-browned hand palming the pale, fleshy underside of her breast and Miles staring at her flushed face as he slowly fingered her, the two of them maintaining their taut grip on her wrists and one thigh with their other hands.
Miles’ gaze shifted from her face to her breast.  “Yes or no?”  He pulled those diabolical fingers back with a teasing glide over her clit, the pummeling water aiding in his attempt to bring her to yet another climax.
     Hope didn’t hesitate to answer, laying her head back, looking up at the amused
twinkle in Trevor’s eyes before closing her eyes and whispering, “Yes, please, yes…”

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Sunday, March 4, 2018

BOUND TO SUBMIT, book 4 in Miami Masters series will be released April 13!  In the meantime, enjoy this teaser in Miles and Hope's story and check back soon for another Saturday Spanks post.  Thank you to all of you who have made this series so successful.  There will be a short delay before Sean's book comes out as I have some deadlines on two other projects I have to meet-thanks for your patience.





Blurb

Hope Wallace left Atlanta after being betrayed by her family and friends in the worst way. Now, running a homeless shelter in downtown Miami, she was finally doing what she wanted with her life and working at putting the past behind her.  The only thing marring her happiness was the constant desire to explore the BDSM lifestyle her new friends enjoyed so much.  She had tried that once, and it led to disaster and losing everything, but the urges kept pulling at her until she finally succumbed and braved going to a club.

Miles Cavenaugh fell for Hope the minute he saw her bruised face and determination to protect a friend and resident at her shelter.  His violent childhood kept him from forming relationships, his fear of losing his temper if he came across someone harming an innocent woman or child made him anti-social and preferring to stick with his close friends for companionship.  But when he hears Hope is at a local BDSM club while there is a serial abuser of submissives making the rounds in Florida, he rushes to ensure she stays safe.

Unable to continue keeping each other at arm’s length, Miles and Hope agree to a short-term affair where he’ll introduce her to the lifestyle she craved until she got her interest out of her system.  But an unknown person is determined that Hope not find the happiness that has eluded her for so long and both Miles and her may have waited too long to come clean with each other about their pasts.  

Scene-Hope attends a self-defense class at Miles' gym and discovers just how serious he is about her learning to defend herself.

With a hand on her lower back, Miles urged her forward, saying, “Come with me.”  They went through yet another door then into the first door on the right off the small hallway.  Closing the door, he kept his eyes on her as he reached behind him and turned the lock, the click echoing in the otherwise silent room.  After coming from the loud noise of the busy gym, the sudden quiet seemed almost as ominous as his next statement.  “You weren’t paying attention in the class, either during the demo or while you were warming-up.”

“I went through them with Krista,” Hope quickly defended herself.  A part of her liked the fact his attention had been so focused on her, likely the same perverse part responsible for the way her panties dampened from the stern look on his face that matched the cutting edge of his voice.

“Yes, but you were talking instead of keeping your attention on the instructor.  I’d hoped you would take this, and your safety seriously.”  Okay, that rebuke hurt, almost as much as disappointing him bothered her. 

“I run a very busy homeless shelter, Miles.  I can do two things at once.”  He narrowed his eyes at her and it took every ounce of backbone she possessed to remain standing the few feet in front of him when he pushed away from the door and stalked toward her. 

“Can you?  I think I’d like to test that.  Step on the mat.”

Hope backed up to the mat then caught the pugil stick he tossed her.  Remembering the Sensei’s words, she held onto the handles and lifted the heavily padded, tube-shaped defense prop, surprised by the weight.  About three and a half feet long and nine inches in diameter, it resembled a long body pillow she had as a teenager, only firmer.  “Now what?” she asked with a touch of apprehension over what this exercise might involve given how unhappy he appeared to be with her. 

“Now I’ll come at you and you protect yourself with that.”  He nodded to the pugil.  “Use it to deflect my blows.”  He didn’t give her time to think before he moved into her with an arm raised to deliver a karate chop.

Hope automatically lifted her arms to defend herself and his hand hit the tube just as he swung a foot out and toppled her to the mat.  She didn’t know what startled her more, the sudden, jarring impact of landing face up on top of him, the blur of movement when he swept a foot out and tripped her while shifting behind her, or the feel of his cock stiffening under her butt.  “What…”

“So much for being able to do two things at once.”  Sharp teeth sunk into her neck before he pushed her up.  One little nip and her body temperature skyrocketed from pleasant warmth to combustible heat.  Reaching up to rub the small sting, she kept a wary eye on him as he got to his feet.  “That wasn’t fair.  I haven’t learned any moves in class yet.”

“Number one, life isn’t fair, deal with it.  Two, had you been paying better attention to the demonstration, you would have remembered the different way Sensei McCallum showed everyone that an attacker could take you down.  Now, try again.”

He put her through her paces, never giving her time in between to assimilate one move before he showed her another.  She lost count how many times he brought her down, always there to catch her or cushion her fall.  She grew winded as they parried, but every contact with his body, every brush of a hand energized her, kept her going.  The occasional, ‘good job’ or ‘good girl’ he tossed her way produced a warm glow, but she should’ve known this exercise had a dual purpose.

Holding his hand out, Miles helped her up yet again, taking the pugil stick from her and dropping it to the mat as he said, “You caught on quick, Hope, but that doesn’t mean I’ll slide on your punishment.”

Both her buttocks and her pussy clenched at the word ‘punishment’ and a frisson of excitement danced under her skin when her mind took her back to another place, another Dom and her first taste of erotic pain.  “But…” she cast a quick look around the small gym then at the door.  “Here?”

With a low laugh that set off a flutter of butterflies in Hope’s abdomen, Miles spun her around, swiped both feet out from under her with one leg and kept one arm braced around her middle as he lowered her on top of the large padded pole.  “Here, and now,” he whispered in her ear as he adjusted her hips over the pugil, leaving her butt propped up.  “Stay where I put you.”  Swiping a hand over her buttocks, he squeezed one cheek.  “We didn’t discuss a safe word last week because that was fun, I didn’t intend any punishment that time.  For now, we’ll stick with the standard red for stopping everything; green, you’re good to continue and yellow for you’re unsure.”

Hope was familiar with the stoplight cues due to Sandie and Krista sharing a few of their scenes whenever they got together.  With a hard tug, Miles yanked her gi pants down to her thighs followed by her panties.  As her butt became exposed to the cool air-conditioning, and embarrassment over the ignominious position he placed her in gave way to excitement, she prayed she could remember even those simple instructions. 

“Put your arms behind your back and grip your hands together,” Miles instructed as he caressed his palm over the smooth, soft skin of her lush ass.  Propped up on his side next to her, he enjoyed the view of plump, lily-white buttocks elevated for his enjoyment.  “Good girl,” he praised her when she obeyed without question.  “You’ve got a world-class ass, Hope.  I’m envisioning all kinds of things I’d like to do with it.  Tell me about your one experience in a club.”

With one side of her face pressed against the mat, the one eye he could see widened in surprise.  “Why?”

He swatted her ass, hard enough to jiggle the round globe.  “Don’t question my demands.”

Small, white teeth sunk into her plump lower lip before she replied.  “I went to a club with some friends, just out of curiosity.  Accepting a dare, I landed over a Dom’s lap.  That’s all, not much to it.  We left right afterward.”

“Then why did you tell me last week it ended badly?” He caressed the warm, red handprint his smack left behind and watched pleasure dilate her eyes.  That quick, unguarded response was every Dom’s wet dream.  Too bad this was a punishment scene.

“Let’s just say some people found out about it and weren’t happy with my…promiscuous behavior.”  A discomfited look crossed her face before she smoothed out her features.  He sensed there was much more to it than that, but he wasn’t here to delve into her secrets.  Lying on the floor, his face so close to hers and with his hand roaming over her smooth buttocks, he couldn’t miss every flitting expression, even with half her face pressed against the mat.

“You’ll run into those again.  A lot of narrow minded, judgmental people out there.”  Lifting his hand, he delivered a smack on her other cheek, raising an identical red mark.  “I’m not happy about your inattentiveness earlier.”  Another swat, this one covering the middle of her buttocks.  “I’d hoped you would take it, and your safety more serious.”  She tightened her clasped hands as he blistered her ass with a volley of spanks, his eyes staying on her flushed face as he raised a fiery hue and built up heat under his palm.  “Next time you take your safety so lightly, you’ll get a taste of my belt, or maybe I’ll use the new single braided mini-whip I just picked up.”

The blow he landed on one sit spot wrenched a soft gasp from her compressed lips before she surprised him with a small, telltale lift of her hips as he aimed for the other side.   “That’s it,” he murmured in approval.  “Lift that pretty ass for me.”

Throbbing pain pulsed across her backside, but that didn’t stop Hope from doing as he instructed, and as she wanted.  Lifting her butt, she winced at the sharp crack that struck with enough force to shove her hips back down onto the thick, oblong prop.  One thing soon became clear; her response to that other spanking from another man had not been a fluke.  With each slap, her pussy swelled along with her buttocks, adding to the heated moisture building between her legs.  Her elevated hips left her breasts pressed against the mat, her nipples aching for attention she tried to give with subtle, back and forth maneuvers Miles put a stop to with a loud, hard swat.

“Stop that.”  She did, but then he dug his fingers into her sore flesh and pressed his thumb between her cheeks, right up against the sensitive area surrounding her anus.

“Miles,” she groaned in frustration when he glided his thumb down and pressed between her labia.  Hope shuddered from the tiny sparks of pleasure that light touch set off.  Her copious juices eased his way inside her and he unerringly found her clit, the calloused pad of his thumb against the sensitive bundle of tissues turning the sparks into flames. 

“Wet and swollen.  You get off on a little pain.”  He teased her bud with a few flicks of his nail, just enough to urge her toward a climax before dragging his now damp digit back up between her buttocks.

Hope’s automatic reflex was to shift away from the ‘too personal’ touch that surprised her with the pleasure to be had from that taboo part of her body, but his command, “Be still,” snapped out in his hard, implacable voice kept her in place.  “Not a fan of anal play or new to it?” he questioned.

“New to it, so I don’t know…”  She bit her lip as Miles returned his thumb to her pussy, dipped inside and teased her clit again.  “Miles, please.”  The desperate note behind her plea would have embarrassed Hope if he didn’t have her in such an acute state of need.

“I like hearing you beg, but have you forgotten this is a punishment?”  She peered up into his black gaze and knew she’d be taking her frustration home with her.  His eyes never left her face as he again trailed his wet thumb back up to her anus, this time pushing past the tight rim to barely penetrate her virgin orifice. 





Friday, February 2, 2018

Welcome to another week of SATURDAYSPANKS.  The latest installment in my Miami Masters series is MASTERING HER FEAR, book 3.  The snippet I'm sharing today is of Jackson about to show Julie another way to cope with her nightmares other than cutting herself.




My 8-sentence snippet:

His relief was short-lived when he released her wrist and Julie went right back to scratching at her arm. “The hell with this,” he muttered. He knew a better way to deliver the pain she seemed to need for whatever reason. One that wouldn’t cause her any real harm—except maybe to her pride. Drawing her to her feet, he figured that would be a small price to pay to keep her safe from herself and give her what she needed.
Drawing her over to a small stool, he sat down and looked up into Julie’s desperate, confused face. “I refuse to stand by and watch you harm yourself.” With a yank, he brought her over his lap and before she could grasp his intent, jerked her shorts and panties down to mid-thigh.


BLURB:
Julie Martin pulled on Jackson Davenport’s protective urges the minute he stepped outside and saw his five-year-old neighbor go flying off her swing to land in a heap of gangly arms and legs then come up smiling. When he discovered how her parents pressed her into competing in beauty pageants for their own selfish gratification, he took it upon himself to provide her with the friendship the little girl craved. Years later, just when his adult feelings – and body – began to desire more from the beautiful young woman she’d grown up to be, Julie moved away to take the modeling world by storm. Jackson’s first encounter with the changes in her broke his heart and he severed all ties with her.
Six years after Julie lost the most important person in her life, she returns to Jackson a broken woman, unable to cope with the nightmare that changed her life forever. When Jackson discovers her penchant for cutting herself to deal with the fear, he shows her a new side of him she’s never seen before, and a new way to get through the darkness that continues to plague her.
Even though Julie embraces Jackson’s dominant sexuality and the way his painful administrations work much better at calming her fears, the truth of what happened the night her two friends were murdered stands between them. Will she be able to set aside her guilt to tell him the entire truth, or will she once again lose the only person who can complete her?
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Tuesday, January 23, 2018

Three weeks of dealing with this upper respiratory flu going around has put me behind, but thank you to all who have shown such interest in my Miami Masters series!  Book 3, MASTERING HER FEAR, is out and being met with awesome reviews-16/18 five star reviews on Amazon already.


I'm almost done with book 4, Miles and Hope's story.  Once I'm caught up, I'll post an excerpt from it, hopefully along with the release date!