New Release Today!

Runaway Heiress is out today and I’m super pumped!

It’s the first full-length novel I have released in what feels like forever. This book is also set in Seattle and being that I live in the PNW, it makes the story line extra special to me.

Also, I’m a nosy person by nature and I’ve always wanted to be a fly on the wall in some of my fave celeb’s lives. I explore that a bit in Runaway Heiress because my main character is a reality TV star and apparel mogul. Yet, it’s not really who she is, it’s just what she does.

The novel opens on her wedding day, as she’s coming to terms with the fact that she’s living a lie. Katherine becomes a runaway heiress after she leaves her intended at the alter and flees scandal in NYC for Seattle. She finds peace in the beauty of the PNW, as well as comfort in the arms of a sexy writer she meets in Seattle.

I hope you will read on to learn more about my latest release!

The life of an heiress isn’t as perfect as it seems…

Katherine Dawson was born into a life of privilege as the heiress to an apparel dynasty. Between judging a reality TV competition for budding fashion designers and having been the face of her family’s clothing line for most of her life, she’s one of the biggest celebrities in her field.

When she becomes engaged to up-and-coming television producer Nathan Taylor, she appears to have it all. To any outsider, she has a picture-perfect life, so when Katherine leaves her groom-to-be at the altar and disappears, the tabloids are full of speculation over her sudden departure.

Fleeing New York to hide out in Seattle, she quickly finds that living the life of an heiress in hiding isn’t as easy as she thought, especially after she meets a magnetic writer named Royce Reynolds. In her new life on the West Coast, she struggles to keep her anonymity, and  experiences a relationship with a man who wants her for the person she is, not the celebrity she used to be.

 

“Daddy?”

Katherine Dawson’s voice echoed off the stone walls of St. Patrick’s cathedral. As one of New York City’s oldest churches, the structure had enough prestige and beauty to hold Sunday service, and memorials. It also provided the perfect setting for storybook weddings, like hers.

When her father didn’t answer right away, Katherine gathered the heavy material of her wedding gown in her hand and walked the few steps to reach her dad. She looked down at the enormous bouquet of flowers in her hand and almost lost her nerve. Yet, the longer she stared at the arrangement of white roses, calla lilies and orchids, the more it reinforced her gut reaction to this day. Like the stunning flowers arranged so perfectly in the bundle, she was also trussed up and made to look pristine. She too was arranged at her peak, the moment in her life when she was likely most attractive. She knew if she went through with this decision that just like the flowers, soon she would wither and lose her beautiful essence. Through the heavy wooden doors, she heard the faint strains coming from the fifteen-piece orchestra. They were preparing to play the wedding march. It was now or never. If she had any chance at escaping the glamorous affair, it was in this moment.

“Daddy.” She stood in front of her father and knew she must look as panicked and frightened as a wounded animal. “I have to get out of here. I can’t go through with this.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but she blinked fast to push them away. Once the waterworks started, she didn’t know when they might stop. She dropped her hold on the dress and reached for her father’s hand.

“I’m leaving. If you want to stay and deal with mother’s temper tantrums when she finds out I left Nathan at the altar, so be it. Daddy, I just can’t do this.” He stood silently, his gaze fixed on the flowers in her fist. Shame welled. She’d disappointed him. It felt like nothing she did could please her mom, but the idea of her father being upset with her was almost too much to bear. “Well, won’t you say something?”

Her father cleared his throat and brought his gaze to hers. It was then she noticed the tears that had formed in his eyes. She hated that she’d let him down, but she couldn’t go through life with such a momentous lie hanging over her head. She stood on tiptoe, wrapping her arms around him for a quick hug. “I’m sorry I’ve hurt you. I don’t want to be a disappointment to you, but I have to stay true to myself. You won’t see me for a while.” As she said the words, she knew it was true. Although she had no real plan and no idea how she’d pull off escaping her insane lifestyle.

“I’m going away, but I don’t know where yet. I’ve got to go find out who I really am without all the pressures of being Katherine Dawson hanging over my head.”

“Kitty Kat,” he whispered, using her childhood nickname, “I could never be disappointed in you. I’m crying because you’ve made me happy. Go find yourself. Follow your dreams. That’s what I’ve always wanted for you. I love you.”

“Daddy, I love you, too.”

She turned her head toward the heavy wooden doors again. The wedding march was playing. She had to go now. Preparing for the sprint she knew she’d have to do to make it to the limousine that waited outside, she kicked off her silver-sequined Louboutin heels. Dropping her bouquet on the ground and gathering her skirt in her hands, she hurried out of the front door and down the church steps.

In her haste to escape the wedding, she’d forgotten about the crowd of reporters and spectators gathered along the sidewalk and in the street. At least fifty black cameras took aim at her and several eager members of the paparazzi stood right in her path, their camera flashes going off. She refused to look into their lenses, even as they called out to her by name. Her gaze was locked in on the back door of the limousine. Once she got there, she’d be home free.

“Katherine! Katherine! Why are you running?”

“Have cold feet, Katherine?”

“Where’s the groom?”

Ignoring the inane questions from the media, she opened the door to the back seat of the car. Franklin, her family’s driver, jumped from the front seat, prepared to help her into the vehicle. Katherine met his gaze and she shook her head. He took her unspoken command and hopped back behind the wheel. She could handle the paparazzi. After all, she’d been dodging the vultures since she’d been a teen. Pulling the door closed behind her provided a moment of peace. However, her relief was cut short as half of the camera-wielding assholes formed a semi-circle around the limousine while the rest scattered to nearby cabs. The car had to move before they got trapped—or worse—were followed by the bloodthirsty press.

“Where to?”

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Midweek Tease from Marital Bonds by Ariel Storm

Today I’m taking part in the Midweek Tease! Here’s a snippet from my new release Marital Bonds.

After three years of struggling, I’m tired. I miss my husband. I miss our intimacy.

Three years ago tragedy struck and destroyed our sex life. It nearly ruined our marriage.

Thanks to help from a sensuality coach, I’ve got three assignments to act out with my husband, each designed to help us find our way back to each other and reignite the flame on our once searing sex life.

Excerpt

Eric cupped my head between his hands and brought our mouths together. The old spark was there, just as it had been every time we kissed, touched and the handfuls of times I’d been able to actually make love to my husband in the past three years.

It was there but it was only a glimmer. Nowhere near the kind of inferno it used to be. Maybe it could become that again. Eric edged his hands down my neck, down to my shoulders and he slowly let them slide further south. He stopped them just shy of my ass.

“Andi?” He asked, using my nick-name. His eyes were full of unspoken questions that I knew I couldn’t answer, despite how badly I wanted to.

I used my body to say the things I couldn’t. Leaning toward him, I unbuttoned his olive green button-down shirt. His warm skin beneath my palms made my pulse quicken. He groaned. He hadn’t had this much skin to skin contact with me in a while.

And it had been years since I had initiated any sort of contact like this. I pulled the ends of his shirt out of his pants and unbuckled his belt. He encircled my wrists and brought my gaze up to his.

“I want this so much, but don’t push yourself for me. Remember what happened the last time.”

My face fell at the mention of the last time I’d tried to have sex with my husband.

“I’m not trying to ruin things, I swear.” He brushed the hair off my face and dropped a kiss on my forehead. “There is nothing that I want more than to tear your panties off, bunch that skirt around your waist and take you right here against this wall.”

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Sensual Spanking Scene from Special Delivery by Ariel Storm

Today I’m participating in Saturday Spankings Blog Hop. I’m sharing a scene from one of my newest releases, Special Delivery. So, let’s get to it!

Special Delivery CoverWho says good things come in small packages? Corina believes beauty isn’t about size—it’s about attitude—and Zach can’t get enough of her confidence or her curves.

Curvy and proud of it, photographer Corina Saunders seeks to empower other females by shooting boudoir photos of plus-sized women in her home studio. When a charity needs a photographer to photograph twelve sexy men for a hunk-of-the-month calendar, she gladly volunteers her services. Sparks fly during the photo shoot when she snaps pictures of sexy delivery man Zach Moreno’s strategically placed package. When they cross paths again at a charity ball and bachelor auction, Corina surprises everyone—including herself—by placing the highest bid on Zach, the sexiest bachelor up for grabs.

Thanks to the frenzied atmosphere of the auction—and the complimentary champagne—she’s helpless to fight the insane chemistry between her and Zach any longer and the two celebrate her winning bid. With a bang. Afterwards, Corina’s mortified that she had sex with Zach in a cramped supply room at the bachelor auction. How can she face him again? Then again, after bidding an incredible six-thousand dollars to win him at the auction, she can’t afford to skip out on the date. Besides, the sex was unbelievably hot, and she really shouldn’t deprive herself that one indulgence. After all, what harm could come from one innocent picnic in the park lunch date?

 

When his hand connected with her flesh, she only felt only a momentary sting. The smack sounded deafening in her small bedroom. Before she had time to fully process the noise, Zach landed another blow. The sound, along with the sweet sting of his hand on her ass, caused her clit to pulse with desire.

“Am I hurting you, Corina?”

She shook her head.

“No,” she breathed. “It’s so hot.”

By way of responding to her words, he slapped her cheek again. The pain quickly melted into pleasure and a rush of moisture flooded her pussy. He continued the delightful punishment until her ass cheeks grew warm and throbbing. Finally, Zach reached around and used his fingers to part the lips of her sex. His middle and index fingers crooked inside her, while his thumb stroked the swollen nubbin.

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Excerpt from New Release, Special Delivery

Is bidding on men for charity sexy? I think it is, and I hope readers find it appealing. I’ve always been fascinated with charity auctions. For at least a decade now it’s been a secret dream of mine to attend a bachelor auction. Sadly, no one’s ever invited me to such an event so it remains a fantasy of mine.

Maybe it’s just my competitive nature, but the idea of outbidding everyone and winning a date with a gorgeous hunk is right up my alley. Also, there’s just something about a bachelor auction that creates a sexually-charged atmosphere.

No, really. Think about it. There are the handsome men, adding to the sexy drama is the immediacy of the situation, there’s also the hot men doing their strut down the stage, there’s the bidding, and oh, have I mentioned the gorgeous men?

I guess it should surprise no one that in my latest release Special Delivery, I explore my bachelor auction fantasy. In the book, my female character Corina wins a date with Zach, the hottest bachelor up for grabs at a charity auction. The two have an instant, fiery connection and what happens after the auction is sizzling to say the least.

Read on for the book blurb and an excerpt!

Special Delivery CoverWho says good things come in small packages? Corina believes beauty isn’t about size—it’s about attitude—and Zach can’t get enough of her confidence or her curves.

Curvy and proud of it, photographer Corina Saunders seeks to empower other females by shooting boudoir photos of plus-sized women in her home studio. When a charity needs a photographer to photograph twelve sexy men for a hunk-of-the-month calendar, she gladly volunteers her services. Sparks fly during the photo shoot when she snaps pictures of sexy delivery man Zach Moreno’s strategically placed package. When they cross paths again at a charity ball and bachelor auction, Corina surprises everyone—including herself—by placing the highest bid on Zach, the sexiest bachelor up for grabs.

Thanks to the frenzied atmosphere of the auction—and the complimentary champagne—she’s helpless to fight the insane chemistry between her and Zach any longer and the two celebrate her winning bid. With a bang. Afterwards, Corina’s mortified that she had sex with Zach in a cramped supply room at the bachelor auction. How can she face him again? Then again, after bidding an incredible six-thousand dollars to win him at the auction, she can’t afford to skip out on the date. Besides, the sex was unbelievably hot, and she really shouldn’t deprive herself that one indulgence. After all, what harm could come from one innocent picnic in the park lunch date?

 

 

“So, what do you have in store for me, Corina?” Zach asked, and tightened his grip on her hip.

The two were dancing together at the charity ball following the auction. He hadn’t left her side since she’d stepped forward to claim her prize after bidding on him, not that she was going to complain about that.

“What if I said I haven’t decided yet?” Corina asked.

She knew all the bubbly she’d consumed had something to do with her saucy answer. Zach smirked and raised an eyebrow at her reply.

“Let me know if you need help, I might have an idea or two about what I’d like to do with you. Of course, a sexy redhead like you probably doesn’t need suggestions from me.”

The song came to an end and they stopped moving briefly in the silence while they waited for the next melody to start. In that moment, Zach held her still in his arms and locked his gaze on her. A shiver traveled down her spine. How was she supposed to respond to his innuendo? Sexy talk wasn’t her strong suit. In an attempt to make the situation less sexually charged, she brought up their impending outing.

“Right…about our date, why don’t you tell me what you like? Do you enjoy spending time in nature?”

“Yes, I love the outdoors. Just what did do you have in mind?” Zach pressed again.

“With a body like yours, I figured you had to get a lot of fresh air and exercise.” As soon as the words tumbled from her lips, Corina placed a hand over her mouth as though to ensure she didn’t say anything else embarrassing. Alcohol had caused the filter on her mouth to cease working completely.

“So you’ve noticed my body, huh?”

“Yeah, I mean…you looked pretty fit at the photo shoot.” Mortified by her words, she broke eye contact and directed her gaze across the dance floor. “I mean…never mind. Back to our date. I’ve planned a simple picnic lunch, at Forest Park. And afterward, I thought we could walk around, and visit the museums,” she said about one of the most notable green spaces in the city of St. Louis.

“That sounds fun. But, you get me all day, you know? Since you’ve planned lunch, why don’t I plan dinner?”

“Okay. Are you going to give me a hint about what we’re doing for dinner?” Corina asked when the two stopped dancing momentarily as the band introduced the next song.

“Nope,” he said simply as he swept her up into his arms again.

The musicians played a slower number, and Zach pulled her body closer.

“You know, technically our date on Saturday won’t be our first.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we chatted during the calendar shoot, so that was our ice- breaker. Then I rang your bell,” he said and bobbed his eyebrows up and down. “And I met your dog. That’s a pretty serious step. Then tonight, this is practically our third date.”

“And everyone knows what happens on the third date,” Corina said around a giggle that ended with a hiccup.

She’d really had too much to drink. She looked up into Zach’s eyes and noticed the dark irises seemed to glitter like onyx. He narrowed his gaze at her. Now she’d gone and done it. She must have embarrassed him with her blathering.

“Of course I know what most people do on the third date. But, sometimes you meet someone and the connection is there and you just can’t wait that long,” he purred.

He ran his hand along the lush curve of her hip and settled his fingertips at the top of her ass. His electrifying caress caused a bloom of desire to unfurl inside her. The tips of her nipples hardened and tingled from the intimate position of his hands on her body. She pressed herself even closer against to him, and loved the feel of his solid chest as it pressed against her breasts. She repositioned her hips, which caused her thigh to graze his pelvic region. When she felt the rigid length of his cock against her leg, her pulse leapt and her sex clenched in response.

Corina brought her gaze up to his and she read the blatant sexual look on his face. God help her, she wanted to rip his clothes off and jump him right in the middle of the dance floor at the sophisticated event. She rolled her lips inward as she thought about placing that big, thick cock in her mouth. She wanted to feel the friction as its smooth head glided across her tongue. She pictured the way his slim hips and plump ass would look while he pumped into her mouth. Unable to help herself, a soft moan escaped her lips as the fantasy played out inside her mind.

His fingertips dig dug into the meaty flesh of her hip, and she knew his mind had to be traveling down a similar path. Zach gave her a slow, almost imperceptible nod. Corina was panting for breath, but it had nothing to do with the sexy dance she’d just shared with him. She decided to take the lead and show Mr. Out of My League an evening he wouldn’t soon forget. Turning her head to the side, she placed her mouth beside Zach’s ear.

“Follow my lead,” she told him and then released herself from his grasp.

Scanning the crowd for Anderson, she found him at a table occupied by a few of the night’s bachelors and their bidders. Anderson’s arms flailed in an animated way in front of him. She knew he was regaling people with a wild story, one of the men enraptured by her brother’s shenanigans was Trey, the hot fireman from the photo shoot who’d commented on Anderson’s good looks. She was thankful for the attention the men were paying Anderson, because she didn’t want her brother to see what she was about to do next.

Corina excused her way through the throng of guests on the crowded dance floor and snaked between a series of tables to get to the back of the enormous banquet room. As casually as she could, she turned her head and looked backward over her shoulder to ensure Zach was keeping up with her. He was. The roar of rushing blood reverberated in her ears above the music and gaiety of her surroundings.

She slipped into a dimly lit hallway and then through a door to a tiny closet used for storage. She’d been the photographer at a wedding at this banquet hall years ago and she still remembered the layout. Inside the small space there were extra folding chairs, tables and other supplies. Zach was close behind her and crossed the threshold of the closet seconds after her. She’d barely had time to shut and lock the door before Zach’s hands were all over her body. Using his powerful chest, he leaned toward her and wedged her there, between him and the door. His mouth, warm and insisting, found hers and he plowed all ten of his fingers into her hair when as he kissed her.

Too turned on to care about her mussed appearance or the fact that she’d spent an hour creating the glamorous waved hairstyle, Corina moaned in response and ground her breasts against him. He growled and tilted her head back further. His kiss became even more passionate and erotic as he plunged his tongue into her mouth over and over.

She ran her hands over his shirt, vest and tuxedo jacket. She wanted to rip the finery off his body and expose his chiseled form. He ended their kiss abruptly and pulled back to look her in the eyes.

As if reading her mind, Zach said, “God, I’d love nothing more than to tear that dress off your delicious body.”

He thought her body was delicious? The thought made her giddy and even hornier. “As much as I’d love that, this dress does have a zipper. It’s right here, you see,” she said pointing to the zipper that was hidden in a seam along the left side of her gown.

“That will take too much time,” Zach said as he edged the hem of her dress up her leg. “We’ll have to be quick, and neat,” he added, almost as an afterthought. Once he’d bunched the heavy-beaded material of the gown over her hips, he knelt in front of her.

“God, those are hot,” he told her as he ran his fingertips over the top of her thigh- high stockings. He placed a soft kiss at the top of her thigh, where the silky material of the nylons met her flesh.

Corina trembled at the feel of his hot, wet mouth on her skin. She used his hands, which were wrapped around the back of her thighs, for support. He moved his fingers up and gripped her bare ass, hard.

“Oh, my God, you’re wearing a thong,” he said around a groan as he pulled the flimsy piece of material down her hips. “You’re so beautiful, and not just here,” Zach told her and brushed his fingertips over her labia.

Her clit throbbed in response to his words and the softness of his touch. She leaned her head against the door when she felt him explore her wet pussy. His touch was slow and soft. It was as though he were testing her. Teasing her. Corina wanted and needed more. She writhed against his hand, craving a release. He must have sensed her urgency, because he used the pad of his thumb to stroke the hard pearl of flesh at the base of her sex. He circled the slippery bud in a deliberate stroke that caused her to cry out.

“Please,” she begged softly. She was dying to moan, but she couldn’t risk the two of them getting caught. “Zach, please…”

“Please, what?” He released his hold on her throbbing, wet flesh. Standing to his full height again, he slipped her thong in the inside pocket of his tuxedo jacket. “Tell me what you need, Corina,” he challenged as he stared into her eyes

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