Curves and All (Positive Curves)

The second in the series to Positive Curves!

Curves and All… A road that leads to many different places. Harley thought she could tough it out, fake it till she made it - Ambers words not hers. But unequipped with a heart of steel but with one of flesh it isn't as simple as that. Not when working for the sexiest man at The Forrest. There is no cure for a broken heart and no Tardis to take her back in time to when Sebastian didn’t exist. Instead emotional Harley finds herself in a turmoil of events, unexpected events that force her to become the strong woman she needs to be. Events that bring out a different side to her.

‘I’m your friend not a judge, whatever you decide I will support you.’ Amber reassures her best friend and it’s with her support that Harley can face the woes of her life. The thing about their love is that it isn’t that simple, it never was and it can only get a lot more complicated. 

Excerpt

Harley brushed down the purple dress that hugged her gorgeous curves perfectly. A black jacket had been added to match the black belt that wrapped around her waist. She turned to the side and looked down the side of her body, her heart pounding at an incredibly fast rate. What was it Dorothy had said after they’d cleared everything up after the party? I know you think I don’t know when something is troubling you but I do. Clearly something has upset you. Don’t worry about me, I can handle it. Whatever it is honey you can overcome it.

Harley nodded satisfied, her mother was right, she could overcome it. This hadn’t been the first time she’d had to deal with obstacles, she’d dealt with them almost her entire life.

Again she turned so that this time she was gazing right back at herself. The dress was snug, the dress that had been hanging in the closet for a very long time. A year to be exact. The dress had been bought on a whim, a dress she would wear one day when she had the confidence. It was Amber who had encouraged her to get it and Harley had to admit, she looked stunning in it. In her eyes she looked amazing but no matter what she told herself or what she saw, the voices in her head were hard to defeat.

‘It’s alright wearing it where no one can see you, it’s when you step out in it and everyone’s staring at you,’ she’d said to Amber still on the fence whether to buy it or not.

‘What’s the point in that? Why buy a dress to hide it away! Who cares what anyone thinks, I’m not sure I came across a rule book that say’s a certain person shouldn’t wear a particular thing. And if there is, who made that person the judge?’

‘Yeah but I don’t want to be the big girl everyone’s sniggering about as I walk by’

‘Oh c’mon,’ Amber had rolled her eyes like she did on many occasions. ‘This dress was made for the woman with the full figure. You know, the woman who has something to show off!’

Harley still wasn’t convinced; she’d gazed at herself again and had to admit she looked good. Why was it so hard getting the dam voices out of her head!

‘If you don’t buy it I will.’ Amber threatened.

After a few moments of hesitation, Harley finally decided to purchase the dress. That had been the first and only step.

You can do this. Harley gave herself a mental pep talk. The black nylons further accentuated the look. Her mind drifted back to the conversation she’d had with Amber the night before. Harley had desperately needed to talk to her. Holding everything in at the party had been exhausting. It was her desire to share it with her mother but Harley was afraid Dorothy wouldn’t understand.

‘I wish someone could find the cure to a broken heart,’ Harley had said over the phone to Amber.

‘Oh honey I’m sure someone is working on it, in the mean time do what I do.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Dress to kill. Walk into the office like you own the place and like nothing has affected you.’

‘Yeah I don’t think so.’ Harley thought about the morning Sebastian was on the steps. ‘That man has a power over me.’

‘Why do I get the feeling something happened.’

Harley pursed her lips and shut her eyes.

‘Harley…you didn’t!’ Amber knew exactly what had happened.

‘I’m weak aren’t I. Oh god!’

Amber giggled slightly.

‘What?’

‘You’re not weak, you’re just human.’

The Girl with the Curves made the bestseller lists! Thanks to my readers!

Exciting news! From the day of its release to the 31st Dec The Girl With The Curves made the interracial Amazon best seller list. With Amazon it's a case of don't blink or you'll miss it. Fact of the matter is it was up there and I felt proud. I've never been on the bestseller list.

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The Girl With The Curves

The girl with the curves! Sometimes life seems straightforward, but what happens when there are curves along the way. Does it seem fair that some get the straight road and others the winding road?

When curvy Harley finally gets the job of her dreams after twenty job applications, she’s in for a big surprise. Sebastian Forrest, her new boss is the man she’d love to hate. For a while Sebastian goes against her and makes her feel like she isn’t good enough, but there’s a reason, and soon Harley will find out why.

The road isn’t straightforward and the more Harley gets to know Sebastian the more her heart warms to him. But soon she finds out something that takes her back to her bitter past and forces her to ask some difficult questions.

The girl with the curves is the first in the series of Positive Curves.

Excerpt 

Just then the doorbell rang. Harley squinted at her watch, it was almost eight thirty.

‘Who on earth?’ Harley dragged herself to the door. ‘Oh my god, what’s happened?’

Amber fell into her arms and let out the loudest howl scaring poor Buttercup to find refuge under the couch.

‘He left meeeeee!’ The cry was deep and painful. ‘He left meeee!’ The tears poured down Amber’s pretty face.

‘Come, sit down.’ Harley led her best friend into the living room and sat her down.

For a moment she watched her strong and independent friend turn into a dependent and weak woman. It made no sense at all, she was the strong one, the one who never bowed down to anyone. If Harley had learnt anything about confidence she’d learnt it from Amber.

Amber had gone onto to work for a solicitor’s office. She’d turned into a strong and powerful career woman but had suddenly turned into a marshmallow.

‘Honey start from the beginning.’ Harley reached for a box of tissues that sat on the coffee table.

Amber pulled two bits of the absorbent paper and blew her nose profusely.

‘Itssss Kyle….he left meeeeee!’ The tears started up again and she sounded like a choking engine.

‘Oh gosh, why what happened?’ Harley hadn’t been under the impression they’d been in trouble.

Kyle was Amber’s solicitor boyfriend. He worked in a different department but for the same company. He was handsome but nothing striking and Harley had often wondered what Amber had seen in the guy in the first place. Kyle was arrogant and sarcastic; dining out with him was like scrubbing a brillo pad against ones skin.

‘He said.’ She sniffed and straightened up. ‘That it just wasn’t working.’

‘What wasn’t working?’

‘Us.’

‘Did you ask him why?’

She nodded.

‘And?’

‘He gave me that line, it’s not you it’s me…I just need to play the field a bit more. I feel as though you’re suffocating me.’

‘Jerk!’ Harley was hardly surprised; he was never one to deliver bad news delicately.

‘What am I going to dooooo!’ The tears erupted again.

Harley took both Amber’s hands into hers and waited for the cries to die down. When only a few sniffs were heard, Harley stood up and made her way to the kitchen; pulled out a giant tub of chocolate ice-cream from the fridge and picked up two desert spoons.

‘Here.’ Harley handed her a spoon and put the tub between them.

‘I can’t eat that, I’ll get bigger. Lips to hips.’ She tried to smile.

‘Oh honey please. Listen to yourself. You and I both know we’ve got big booties, we are never going to look like Victoria Secret models, so eat.’ Harley popped open the yummy ice-cream. ‘Come on, why try and be something you’re not? Your words not mine.’ She took the first scoop and took it into her mouth.

A smile crept up on Amber’s face and soon she was digging into the creamy ice-cream too.

‘I hate men!’ Amber screeched.

‘Hmmm, but we love them too!’ Harley thought back to her boss. He was the sexiest man she’d ever set eyes on and yet she couldn’t stand to be near him.

‘Doesn’t it just annoy you?!’ Amber dug the spoon into the tub and brought out a big blob of ice-cream.

‘They think they rule the world!’

‘I’m assuming you mean your boss in particular?’

‘I don’t get that guy. Why the hell did he hire me if he doesn’t want any input from me?’

‘Honey it looks good on the books.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean? I worked damn hard to get to where I am.’

‘Why don’t you leave?’

‘And go where? I’m probably already past my sell by date.’

‘Oh don’t be so hard on yourself. There will be someone who will appreciate you.’

‘I don’t think I can handle another string of interviews.’

‘Hmmm there’s that.’

‘I’ll be competing with a new set of graduates.’

‘You’ll have experience behind you.’

Harley pondered on these things, would it be that difficult to get another job. Her thoughts drifted to the time she’d begun to job hunt, it hadn’t been very uplifting, more soul destroying.

‘I’ll stick with it for a while longer. Maybe when I’ve more experience I could freelance.’

‘Good idea.’

Soon the talk died down and the pair watched some television. Buttercup came out of under her hiding place and made herself comfortable between them. Two hours later, Amber asked if she could stay over.

‘I really don’t want to be alone tonight.’

‘Yeah sure, take the spare room.’

Amber had done that many times before.

‘Just be aware I’m out the house very early. I’m covering a court case late morning.’

‘So why the early start? Can’t you just head straight there?’

‘The boss wants to have a word with me.’

‘Oooh.’

‘My thought’s exactly. It’s never good news behind his closed doors.’

They parted to their separate rooms at the top of the stairs. Soon the nightmare of work would start.

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One Flesh By Annabeth Leong

Blurb

Leticia and Rosalie are planning their wedding, wanting very much to make their special day one to remember, but Rosalie has something else weighing on her mind, one more thing she wants to make as special and as memorable as the ceremony itself—their wedding night. Rosalie wants to be with Leticia in a way that neither of them had ever been with anyone else. But finding something that would be a first time for both of them turns out to be harder than expected.

As it turns out, there is one thing Leticia has wanted to do but has never trusted anyone enough to allow herself to overcome the fear of it. And it's something that Rosalie has never done either.

The women discuss the idea of fisting as a means of connecting and forming an intimate bond with each other, one that they've never formed with anyone else. They've never loved or trusted anyone else they way the love and trust each other, and they are determined to find a way to make it work.

Excerpt:

"I'll call tomorrow to tell the church how many flowers we want to order," Leticia said, sighing and folding her notebook closed. No matter how many neat lists she made with her favorite purple pen, the sheer quantity of wedding-related details was overwhelming. "Can you call the caterer back, Rosalie? I still feel like they sneaked a charge in somewhere, but I can't get a straight answer out of them about it."

Her fiancée smiled indulgently. "Better yet. I'll go in person on my lunch break, and they won't know what hit them."

"Great." Leticia rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. She'd wanted to go to bed early, but another evening of wedding planning had made that completely impossible. She was excited to be marrying her one true love and all, but it was easy to lose track of that when she had fourteen phone calls to make and her mother demanded an e-mailed progress report every single night. "That's got to be enough for now."

Leticia stole a quick glance at Rosalie. She'd changed into a cute pair of pajamas when she got home from work, the childish pattern an odd contrast with her sophisticated coppery makeup. Leticia briefly fantasized about peeling the clothing away, revealing her lover's curves and smooth brown skin. Unfortunately, at that very same moment, she had to stifle a yawn. She was so damn sleepy. They would need to get to bed immediately if she was going to give Rosalie proper attention.

"We can't quit planning yet," Rosalie said. "We haven't discussed the most important thing, and it's coming up soon."

Leticia groaned. She flipped her notebook open again and paged through her color-coded, highlighted lists. "We've talked about everything I had listed for the day, and we even went over things that have deadlines coming up in the next few days. I don't see what we're—"

"The wedding night," Rosalie purred. "We haven't discussed that at all."

There was no mistaking the sparkle in her eyes. Leticia actually blushed, the way she had at Rosalie's makeup counter the first time they met, when the other woman's soft words of praise, roughened by the obvious desire in her voice, had gotten Leticia so hot and flushed it had been impossible to identify the correct shade of foundation for her skin tone. She'd been forced to come back later, not that she'd minded.

Now that she'd figured out what Rosalie was hinting at, Leticia played innocent. For all her lover's passion, her Catholic upbringing had left her with an adorable aversion to using direct language. Leticia loved to watch Rosalie get flustered while trying to explain her naughty desires. She batted her eyelashes and focused on her notes again. "We've reserved our hotel room the night of. We've got our plane tickets to Puerto Rico for the honeymoon a couple days after that. Everything appears to be in order."

"The wedding night," Rosalie said, apparently oblivious to Leticia's teasing. She rolled her hands through the air, one over the other, the gesture an invitation to take the word "night" and run with it. "The whole reason I wanted an afternoon wedding was so we could have plenty of time together. Afterward. In the hotel."

"You mean to take a good, long nap? I'm sure we'll be tired after dealing with all the guests, and coming down from pre-wedding nerves, too." Leticia couldn't resist continuing the act.

"Not a nap. But I am talking about what we might do in bed." Now Rosalie colored, a deep red undertone becoming visible beneath the screen of her makeup.

Leticia composed her face as much as she could manage and shrugged. "Oh, are you talking about sex?" A giggle threatened to slip through at Rosalie's incredulous, exasperated expression. "I don't know. I've read tons of articles about how people get so exhausted from all the things leading up to a wedding that they don't even really want to have sex by the time the day is done. We'll have plenty of time for that later in the honeymoon, won't we?"

"Don't even really want to have sex," Rosalie repeated slowly, as if the phrase was a math problem and she couldn't quite work it out. Her forehead wrinkled in utter puzzlement. A snort burst from Leticia. Realization dawned on Rosalie's face. She grabbed a tissue from the box on the table and tossed it at her. They'd both collapsed in giggles by the time the thin paper floated airily to the floor beside Leticia.

Leticia allowed the force of her laughter to pull her off the chair. She crawled the short space to Rosalie's chair and raised one brown foot to her lips. Leticia did enjoy a little foot worship now and then, but her current mood was far from reverent. Slowly, carefully, she slipped her mouth over Rosalie's polished big toe. She licked until Rosalie's breathing changed, confused between laughter and moaning. Then Leticia lifted off the toe and pressed her mouth to the sole of Rosalie's foot. She inhaled, gripped the ankle tightly, and blew a powerful raspberry.

Rosalie squealed and tried to get away. Leticia smiled but kept up the wet, ticklish vibrations. Rosalie's foot jerked in her hands. Leticia kept hold easily. She had plenty of practice restraining patients, which happened to have fun applications at home.

Rosalie writhed as she laughed. Leticia drew breath for another raspberry, but cut her eyes up as much as she dared. She didn't want to miss the sight of her lover, breasts bouncing under her shirt as her rib cage shook, hips rolling as she struggled to get away, face squeezed tight as if to ward off the unbearable sensation of being tickled. Effectively, this previewed Rosalie's orgasm. Warm arousal spread through Leticia's body as she forced Rosalie to stay in this state, and as she looked forward to seeing the real thing very soon.

Rosalie rained playful blows onto Leticia's head. "Why the hell am I marrying you?" It took forever for her to get the sentence out, as she had to gasp each word between shrieking laughs.

Leticia grinned and tugged at her lower legs. Her lover took the hint and rolled out of the chair to join her on the floor. Leticia wrapped her arms around Rosalie, who felt small and hot and curvy. She slipped one hand down to tickle between her ribs, rewarded by another delicious howl. Rosalie shoved at her chest. "You are evil, I swear."

"I'm sorry," Leticia said softly, managing to sound sincerely regretful. She kissed Rosalie's temples with great tenderness, until her lover relaxed and stopped wriggling. Leticia murmured more soothing words, rubbing Rosalie's back... then licked the side of her face.

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Bio:

Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors—dark, romantic, kinky, vanilla, straight, lesbian, bi, and menage. Her lesbian stories have appeared in the Lambda Literary Award-nominated Lesbian Cops, Circlet Press's love-spell anthology Like Hearts Enchanted, Lovecraftian erotica book Whispers In Darkness, and others. When not writing erotica, she is frequently reading it. She has lived in six states in various parts of the United States, and traveled to most of the others. Annabeth believes passionately in freedom of speech, rights for people of all sexual orientations, and the need for compassionate religion. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking, and excellent bass lines

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TAKING WHAT HE WANTS 

Celine is studying chemical engineering at university and tending the bar in the evenings to pay the bills. But that is all about to change when Rhyland Chambers steps into her life.

She’s different and not like the women he’s seen around and he wants her, but there’s a catch. It isn’t a relationship. Instead Rhyland offers her a pay cheque she can’t refuse. But what will she have to do to earn the big sums of money he’s offering?

Even though her roommate Ava tries to discourage her from taking up the offer, Celine finds herself extremely attracted to Mr Chambers.

‘I’d do it for free,’ she tells Ava.

But for how long, how long will Celine be able to keep up the charade only to get a little in return. 

GIVING WHAT HE WANTS

Money, money! Is that really enough? Celine is drained by the emotions she isn’t allowed to express. She knows the rules and she has signed a contract.

It doesn’t take long for Celine to finally snap! All the money in the world can’t hold her at night or make her feel loved. But there’s a problem. Rhyland has a reason he’s holding back and throwing out the cash. There is something he doesn’t want to share with her but his heart strings are pulling towards her; soon he reveals what’s holding him back from loving her. Can Celine live with the knowledge? It all depends on the strength of her love. 

Loving what he wants

 

Christmas is drawing near. Celine has told Rhyland that she doesn’t want anymore of his money. Just him! Her heart is torn but she’s also happy. She’s afraid of what she’s learnt but at the same time excited about what lies ahead for them.

Love is the key to this relationship and the only thing that’s eternal. Rhyland and Celine spend their time just loving each other and before Christmas Rhyland has a request she can’t refuse. Her life has changed so fast and she’s had to grow up fast. It is an emotional roller coaster ride that ends on an unexpected happy note. 

This series is available on Kindle, ARE and soon to be at Barnes and Noble, Kobo & Apple

Smashwords or Draft2Digital?

In my experience I'd say both. I joined Smashwords in 2011. After struggling with their formatting I finally got the hang of it and loaded the majority of my books there. 

Earlier this year I was on Kindleboards and I heard about Draft2Digtal. I was unsure at the time,I didn't want to move all my books over there without really thinking about it. I did a little research and found out that quite a few people were raving about it. So I decided that with my next release I would try it out. I joined Draft2Digital in May and I haven't been disappointed. 

Why both?

Smashwords has a lot more sale venues than Draft2Digital. It's always important to have your books in as many places as possible. If you want your book to go free at Barnes & Noble you can only do this through Smashwords so before loading a book, think about whether or not you'd like to promo it by making it free. Smashwords Mark Coker is great! He really does have the authors best interests at heart. Every time I sent him an email he always answered. That for me has been a very important thing for me. Yes there are some glitches with Smashwords but with everything it's a learning process. So for now, for books I want to go free go off to Smashwords. Every book tittle is often loaded to Smashwords, I just decide which vendors I'm going to send them to. 

What about Draft2Digital? I love Draft2Digital, it's like the new speed train that takes you from one destination to another in half the time. My books are uploaded and appear the very same day at Barnes & Noble and Kobo but apple not so. But this isn't their fault. At the moment Apple is dragging their feet when it comes to reviewing erotica, it can now take up to 25weeks so I'm told but that's another story for a different time. Yes Draft2Digital are the best when it comes to speed. They update sales figures as close to real time as you can get, this is great because you can get to see how each book is performing and make adjustments accordingly.  Just today they released a new reporting system which I'm loving. Smashwords is a little slow on the reporting which I find a little annoying. 

With Draft2Digital you can create multiple pen names which works to my advantage, unfortunately Smashwords looses marks on this one. With Smashwords you either have to create a publisher account or create a new account under a new pen name. This is a hassle for me seeing that I have a tax treaty with the US. That means I don't pay tax, it took ages for me to get this sorted out with Smashwords. When I finally sent my W-8BEN I had to wait a long time before it was finally sorted. The forms are done in batches. I don't think I have the patience to go through this again. With Draft2Digital this was as easy as pie, I sent my form via email and every thing was sorted quickly, like I said, speed train! 

The last thing I want to mention is the payment options. Draft2Digital offer direct deposits which work out better for me. I don't have to endure the paypal fees and the exchange rate is a lot better. I find that with my Kindle sales. Every penny I make is important and to loose some of it to a fees is annoying. But hey things could be worse.  

So in conclusion I would say use both. I never pulled any of my books that were at Smashwords and I still load every book to both. I think that having them both is the benefit to authors in different ways. We now have more choices and we can do so much more. It helps me to focus more on my writing and not having to worry about where to load my books.  

I hope you found this helpful 

FORBIDDEN FRUIT - Selena Kitt

FORBIDDEN FRUIT BLURB

Leah and Erica have been best friends and have gone to the same Catholic school since just about forever. Leah spends so much time with the Nolans--just Erica and her handsome father now, since Erica's mother died--that she's practically part of the family. When the girls find something naughty under Mr. Nolan's bed, their strict, repressive upbringing makes it all the more exciting as they begin their sexual experimentation. Leah's exploration presses deeper, and eventually she finds herself in love for the first time, torn between her best friend and her best friend's father.

NOTE TO READERS: This story appeared in another, now rather infamous book of mine (UNDER MR. NOLAN'S BED). This tale, previously titled Plaid Skirt Confessions, is a slightly less naughty, but no less sexy re-telling of those events--updated and redressed for your reading pleasure with an ending that may leave you a little more satisfied.

Warnings: This title contains erotic situations, lesbian sex, sex toys, and also makes mention of pornography, salmon, amusement parks, chocolate covered strawberries, brownies (as well as girl scouts), plaid skirts, naughty uses for confessionals and some sacrilegious humor.

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EXCERPT

“Did she go home?” I whispered, conscious of Erica sleeping in the other room.

He swallowed and shook his head. His eyes were pleading with me, trying to tell me something, but I couldn’t understand. “No. She’s sleeping in my bed.”

“Why?” I felt tears stinging my eyes and I willed them not to fall. “What did I do?”

He sighed, closing his eyes and running a hand through his hair. “Oh Leah. Nothing. Everything. I don’t know.”

“Do you really like her?” I whispered, blinking fast and taking a step toward him. He didn’t move back, and we were almost belly to belly. “Is she…is she what you want?”

He opened his eyes and looked down at me, arms hanging at his sides, head down. He looked defeated. “No.”

“Then why?” I hissed, shoving at his chest with the flat of my palm. “You asked her out again! You cooked her dinner! You slept with her! Why?”

“I don’t know!” He shook his head. “Why did you do what you did? Putting the magazines and videos on my bed? Was it supposed to scare her off?”

I sighed, crossing my arms. “That was Erica’s idea, not mine.“Erica?” He frowned. 

I shrugged, acting like I didn’t care if he believed me. “This isn’t fair.”

“No,” he admitted, moving forward a little, lifting my chin. “It’s really not.”

“I just want to know why.” I met his eyes. I felt my chin quivering in his hand and tried to stop it, but I couldn’t. “Please just tell me why.”

“You want to know why?” His eyes flashed in the dimness, moving over my face. “Fine, I’ll tell you why. For the same reason I was sitting here at one in the morning, waiting for you.”

I stared up at him, eyes wide. 

He shook his head, looking pained. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Leah. Everywhere I go, everything I do, there you are. I can’t get you out of my head.”
My throat and chest tightened at his words and I nodded. I knew exactly how he felt.

“I thought…” He swallowed, his hand moving down my neck, over my shoulder, his gaze following the curve there. “I thought that if I moved on, I could stop this crazy thinking. This feeling I have for you…”

“What feeling?” I pressed against him. “Tell me.”

“Leah…” He whispered my name, using his thumb to rub over my lips. “I took her to bed tonight, yes, I did. I fucked her senseless, until I couldn’t see straight—” His words shot arrows into my heart and I felt the sting of them in my chest. “And every time I closed my eyes, I saw your face.” He pressed me back toward the counter with the weight of his body. “It wasn’t her I was touching or kissing or fucking—it was you, Leah. Every minute I was with her, I was wishing it was you.”

“Oh god.” I reached up and put my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to mine. 

It was like sinking into something dark and warm and soft, the safest place I’d ever been. 

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Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic romance fiction and erotica. OVER A MILLION BOOKS SOLD! Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous.

When she's not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (excessica.com). She does bellydancing and photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat.

Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her FREE story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without author's name available.)

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