Author: christina

Unedited. Subject to change and all that. Enjoy!   She stood in front of me completely relaxed despite the fact that she was completely naked, looking at me with her eyebrow raised like she was waiting for me to speak. “What did you do to me?” I asked, bringing a smile to her face, which wasn’t what I was expecting. She took a few steps, closing the distance between us before she tipped her head back a bit to look me in the eyes as her hand closed around my dick, stroking me through the fabric of my boxers. “Nothing you didn’t want.” “You know...

Unedited. Subject to Change. Coming soon-ish. Enjoy! I was going back to yoga. And it wasn’t even some sideways ploy to put myself in Astrid’s space, especially since I’d done a remarkable job of not running into her, not hearing her name, not seeing her, for coming on two weeks. Just when I was thinking I was getting past whatever affliction it was she’d worked on me, I woke up the morning after a particularly hard workout feeling like my joints were superglued in place, and my muscles were stiff as boards. Hot shower didn’t help. Foam roller didn’t help. Trying to stretch helped a bit,...

Or, alternatively: Bad habits of this one indie romance author. Or something. I couldn't make a good title curl all the way over, so instead y'all got that one. Let me explain. Often - too often - I find myself up way too late (we'll get to that) thinking about the numerous ways I played myself that day. It's not cute, and it's note fun, but it's the truth. I had a recent realization that I'm not very good at giving myself credit for the things I manage to do, but we'll get to that later too. I'm defining "playing myself" much in...

Unedited. Belongs to me, like Reese and Jason. Subject to change. Late Spring. Enjoy! “Just this once… let’s take sides. Pride…aside. Feelings… aside. Inhibitions… outside. Worries… wayside. Protection… bedside. Panties… aside. You… inside. Camera phone? Make you sure you get my good side… alright? Don’t be scared to turn me sideways and get deeper… alright? Ain’t nothing wrong with a good firm grip on my backside… alright? I know it’s good, but stay focused, don’t get sidetracked… alright? Alright. You want to turn it over, flip it over, that’s okay, cause I’m flexible like that. I know it’s pretty, but stay focused … don’t get sidetracked. Take me higher, take me higher, don’t let the pressure subside. You getting tired? Tap...

Last one, hopefully. *fingers crossed* Unedited. Subject to change. Enjoy! :)   I pushed off the wall, and was about to head for the stairs where her door suddenly opened, and she peeked out. “Hey…” she said, in a tone that just seemed… off. “I am… so sorry. I got back from seeing Zion off, and I just…” she shook her head as her words trailed off, and I stepped up to the door, putting myself right in front of her. The usual light was missing from her eyes this morning, and they were glossy and red. I frowned.  “You got back from seeing Zion off,...

Subject to change. Coming this Spring. Enjoy :)   “Where’s the good in your bestie sleeping with the owner’s son if I can’t drink as much as I want to?” I asked, rolling my eyes as the other bartender wouldn’t even look my way, for fear of stepping on Rob’s toes after he’d informed me I had enough to drink. Laughing, Rob continued with the complicated ass steps of whatever drink he was making. “The good in it is that your bestie’s boyfriend can make sure you stay upright on that stool.” “Upright is overrated,” I shot back, and Rob paused what he was...

“So, since when are shirtless selfies not thirst traps, Mr. Everett?” I asked, tossing the card onto the counter to pick up the wine bottle instead. His gaze followed me to the drawer that held my corkscrew. “That’s just how I work sometimes. The shop can get hot when I have art drying. I don’t want any moving air to mess up the paint.” He took a seat at the counter, watching as I peeled off the foil from the top of the bottle, then set the corkscrew. “You’re about to open that now, when it hasn’t been chilled?” I shrugged, then...

That's what the first words of a book are, right? The tease of what's to come, the seduction that keeps your eyes moving. Equal exchange. Transference of energy. If you're good to me, i'll be good to you. It's tough. Those first words don't have to be poetic, or beautiful. They just have to be constructed into a sentence, a paragraph, a first page that doesn't leave you feeling like, "Ohhh-kay, nah. Pass." but...

So, as planned, Maggie's story is now available on Amazon, in entirety. If you read all seven chapters, up to where I put "the end" - which is, indeed, the end - you've already seen it all. There isn't any new content in what's on Amazon, it's exactly what was (previously) found here.  I had to remove it from the site in order to be able to publish it to Amazon, where it's available to purchase or borrow through Kindle Unlimited. I greatly enjoyed writing Maggie and Rene's little interlude. It was intended to be something light, before I revisited the...