Sneak Peek to my #WIPitUP



So, I’m hard at work on my super secret Valentine’s Day project and thought I’d share a little snippet of my unedited story with you.  Can’t tell you too much about it yet, but it does take place in the Black Light world so if you’ve read either Infamous Love or Black Light:Rocked, you know what that’s all about.

Check out this fun excerpt from Jaxson’s POV: 

“Alright, that’s it for now. We’ll have one more staff meeting in two weeks to nail down any last minute items. Everyone have a great day and get back to work.” Jaxson dismissed them, anxious to get on to the second and more important meeting of the day.

Most of the occupants of the room stood and headed for the door, chatting amicably. As expected, the head of his security and the only man who had sat completely silent in the first meeting, Spencer Cook, remained behind.  Unfortunately, so did Maxine.

As soon as the door closed on the office, Maxine interjected, “Okay, it’s time I find out what the hell is going on around here.”

Jaxson had known this day was coming. He’d been dodging her prying questions for weeks.  “Maxine, it’s best if you just get back to work.  It’s getting late and I know you have to pick up your kids after school soon.”

She grinned triumphantly, “Not today.  I told Eric he had to pick them up because I had to stay late for a meeting.”

Blake piped in, “Your meeting wrapped on time.”

“Not that meeting. THIS meeting. The one you guys always have without me,” she glowered.

The serious looking man in the sharp suit who’d sat silently for two hours finally spoke. “You’re not invited. Out.”  Jaxson’s friend, Spencer, had always been a man of few words.  He was used to dealing with women who were the antithesis of Maxine Torres. As a result, Jaxson’s top two employees were like two sheets of sand paper when they got close enough to rub each other.

Maxine didn’t back down, instead she put her high-heeled shoes up on the now vacant chair next to her as if to convey she was settling in for the long haul.  She stared Spencer down with her best glare before responding, “I’m the manager of this club. That means I need to know everything that goes on here.”

“You know everything you need to know.”

“Apparently not, since I don’t have a clue what the hell you guys are up to.”

Spencer broke into a threatening smile Jaxson had seen many times before.  “You couldn’t handle it.”

“I’m a married mother of three kids; one a teenager. We have three dogs, two cats and one rabbit. My seventy-three year old mother lives next door and I’m the president of the PTA.  Not to mention, I put in fifty hours a week making Runway the premier club east of the Mississippi. I can handle anything,” Maxine countered with confidence.

“Well, this meeting has nothing to do with Runway, pets or families so you are excused,” Spencer answered in his condescending way.

Maxine crossed her arms with a humph showing no sign of backing down and Jaxson wasn’t surprised.

“Maxine, Spencer is right. It is best if you head to your own office now.”

She changed tactics, turning to look back at Chase and Emma still sitting on the couch to the side. “Why do they get to stay and I don’t? I’m the manager.”

“Of Runway, yes.  The following meeting is about another venture we have invested in that is not under your control,” Jaxson argued more sternly.

He saw her eyes widen a sliver, excited she had him talking. “But it is under the same roof which means I need to know about it.  Don’t think I don’t notice you all disappearing down the back hallway every night around ten when you think I’ve gone home for the night.”

She’d hit a sore spot with Jaxson. He hated to admit it, but he’d been trying to sneak down to Black Light without Maxine noticing and it was quite frankly pissing him off.  He resented having to curtail his movements in his own club because he didn’t want to make waves with an employee.

I’m the boss dammit.

“Maxine, don’t forget that you work here.  We own the place.  Chase, Emma and I can come and go as we please.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it. There is something fishy going on around here and I don’t like it.  If you guys are selling drugs or running some other secretive underground illegal business, I better damn well know about it. I didn’t sign up to be involved with anything like that.”

Spencer barked an annoyed laugh, “Oh for Christ’s sake, there is nothing illegal going on here.”

“Prove it,” Maxine shouted back.

“I don’t need to prove shit to you. You have your job. I have mine and God willing, never the two shall meet,” Spencer’s voice was rising.  Jaxson knew his friend would blow soon if he didn’t get Maxine under control.

She barged ahead with her next argument. “Then why is he even here during the Runway meetings? If I don’t get to come to his meetings, he shouldn’t be at mine,” the manager reasoned.

Jaxson had wondered himself why Spencer chose to come.  His friend’s answer only increased the tension in the room.

“I need to know everything that goes on in this building.”

“And I don’t?” Maxine countered. “And what’s with that anyway. Blake here is head of security. If anyone needs to know what is going on everywhere in the building, it’s him, not you.”

“Which is why he is allowed to stay.” Spencer’s normally unreadable face was turning a bit red as Maxine continued to challenge him.

“Just tell me what is downstairs and I’ll leave.”

“You couldn’t handle five minutes down there.”

“What, you have a built-in torture chamber?” Maxine chuckled.

“Something like that.” His reply startled her into silence.

Jaxson had had enough. “All right you two.  You are both important to our success here. I think Spencer is right, though, Maxine.  I can assure you there is nothing illegal going on.  I think you’ll be happier staying in the dark.”

“And I know I won’t rest until I know.” She changed tactics. “He sat silently for my meeting. All I’m asking for is the same courtesy.  I want to sit silently during his meeting.”

Tit-for-tat. That was the game she was playing.  Spencer’s eyes lit up with a dangerous twinkle at the thought of shocking his counterpart.

Jaxson relented.  They were barely a month in and Maxine was already acting like a sleuth. They might as well cut her in on their little secret. “Not one word out of you, got it?” He challenged her.

Maxine made a show out of pretend zipping her mouth and then turning an imaginary key before tossing it over her left shoulder and then returning her arms into their defensive crossed position.


Want to place any bets on if Maxine can keep her mouth closed? How about what the men are up to?  You’ll have to wait until February 10th to find out!

In the meantime, check out the other books in the series:

                Infamous Love                                   Black Light: Rocked

Jaxson, Emma and Chase

Jaxson, Emma and Chase




Before you go, check out these other great authors and their WIP!

Cover Reveal: Infamous Love #menage #SatSpanks

Saturday Spankings-Val Heart Paddles-revI’m so excited to announce my upcoming release and share the cover for the first time!!! The talented Eris Adderly made this amazing cover for Infamous Love, the prequel for a new series coming this December.  I am so freaking excited to share this series with you.  In this scene, we find out Emma has been purposefully avoiding being seen in public with her very famous lovers for fear of being ridiculed by the paparazzi.  Let’s see how the men handle her putting herself down.

Jaxson, Emma and Chase

Jaxson, Emma and Chase


“Alright, maybe I should have told you how scared shitless I am to leave the house with you. That I’m pretty sure people will burst out laughing when they see you with me. How social media is going to light up. We’ll be trending on Twitter within an hour and the focus of a scathing TMZ exposé within twenty-four hours.”

Shut the fuck up, Emma. You’re making it worse.

The scowl on Jaxson’s face turned darker as he stepped up to sandwich her between the two men. His hands squeezed her biceps as Chase’s fingers dug into her hips, each holding her stationary.

“Look at me, Emma.”

She’d trained her eyes on his adam’s apple directly in front of her to avoid seeing the disappointment in his eyes.

“Now, Emma.” His order had her snapping to attention.

She’d expected anger, but she saw a sadness in Jax’s eyes. She held her breath waiting for him to bust her for putting herself down.

“I owe you another apology. I was so happy to just hide out for a while that it didn’t dawn on me that you were afraid to leave. I’ll fix that tomorrow. We’re gonna tackle that list of yours together and by the end of the day, you’ll know that all of your fears were unfounded.”

She was smart enough not to laugh at what was surely a joke. It was a good thing too since his next words were scary enough.

“Now what do you think is going to happen next?”

She held her breath, afraid to say the words.

“Emma, answer me. What happens when you put yourself down?”

Her answer was barely audible. “You spank me.”

“No. I spanked you the last time. I see it didn’t take.”

This was not good. What was worse than a spanking?

“Chase, go grab some rope and the wooden paddle. Emma is about to get her first paddling. We’ll see if that makes a more lasting impression on our girl.”



When curvy grad student Emma Fischer is stranded in the south of France, she’s short on cash and unable to speak French. The last people she expects to come to her aide at the train station are two high-demand fashion models in France for a photo shoot. Sparks fly between the threesome as they speed towards Paris in their private car.

Emma gets on the train a girl, but the intimate time spent in the dominant men’s arms over one hot weekend turns her into a woman. Walking away from the two to return to her average life in Wisconsin is one of the hardest things she’s ever done.

Jaxson Davidson and Chase Cartwright have been best friends and business partners for years. As A-list models they are treated like royalty wherever they go, by everyone they meet, which is why their down-to-earth submissive grad student, Emma, is something special. The men have been seeking a way to turn their friendship into a romance, and Emma is the perfect missing ingredient to make that happen.

Can something that started as a fun summer fling turn into something long lasting for the trio? Will Jaxson’s powerful father ruin their chance at their own happily ever after? Find out this and more in this sexy, exciting ménage novel where love might really be the only thing more powerful than the paparazzi.

Publisher’s Note: Infamous Love is a m/m/f erotic ménage romance meant for adult audiences only.

COMING SOON!!  Sign up here to be alerted to release day.

Check out these other great authors!

Cover & Blurb Reveal: Melting Silver Coming Soon!!



Squeeee!!  I’m only one week away from my next release on 8/24. I was so honored and thrilled to be invited to write a story for The Red Petticoat Saloon series.  I’ll be honest I’m a little nervous about this one.  First, I’ve never written an historical and this story takes place in the 1850 California gold rush.  Second, I’ve never written a western.  I can’t wait to see what everyone thinks of Emelie and Charlie’s story.

Today I’m sharing my first excerpt.  Enjoy!

13843437_634383540060770_2077948506_oTeaser:  Watching the woman he loves take paying customers upstairs is the hardest thing Charlie Walker has ever had to do.


After thirty minutes of non-stop music, Charlie stood for a short break. A smattering of applause greeted him as he headed to the kitchen for a glass of lemonade. The sight that greeted him when he arrived stopped him in his tracks at the door.

“I’m sorry, Miss Jewel, but I just can’t do it. I thought I could, but I can’t. Please…”

“Take a deep breath. We’ll figure something out,” Jewel comforted. Emelie stood in the middle of the room in the skimpy corset with a too-short skirt of pink petticoats that highlighted her petite bare legs peeking out. Her normally pale complexion was brighter than the pink petticoats that helped draw attention to her pencil thin waist. The fact that the only thing close to ample on her body were her curvy breasts spilling out of the top of her outfit had his already hard cock throbbing with pain in his breeches.

Yep, this was going to be a long night indeed.

He knew the second she spotted him in the doorway because her arms flew up to shield herself, as if she could. The sight of her was forever burned into his brain and he knew the vision would be the fodder for every single-handed wank he ever gave himself in the future.

“Tell her, Charlie.” The room of women had turned, waiting expectantly for him to answer a question he hadn’t heard.

“Excuse me? Can you repeat the question?” he asked sheepishly.

Jewel smiled indulgently. “I was just telling Garnet how beautiful she looked in her uniform.”

“Who the hell is Garnet?” he blurted.

Nettie was closest to him and proceeded to reach up and whack the back of his head. “Are you daft, boy? Emelie of course.”

His feet moved of their own accord, drawing him closer as Emelie’s eyes grew larger with each step he took towards her. By the time he stood next to her, he could swear she’d collapse in a faint if he said “boo.” She was trembling and her fear angered him.

“Begging your pardon, Miss Jewel, but this here gem is no garnet. She’s a shiny piece of silver if I ever saw one.”

Jewel stepped closer. “Yes, well I hardly think it’s her name she’s protesting. Seems she’s having a bit of trouble with the outfit.”

He tried to reassure her. “The first night will be the worst. It’ll take some time getting used to the new uniform.” He tried to make her smile with a wink. “And truthfully, I’m a bit jealous. You wait and see how sweltering hot it’ll get in that crowded room by the end of the night in this summer heat. You’ll be grateful for the lack of heavy clothes, you wait and see.”

“Well, maybe we should switch outfits then and you can see how you like it.” Emelie moved her hands to her hips, looking like she was ready for a fight.

So little Miss Emelie had some spunk after all.

“I’d be happy to, but I’m not sure the customers would take kindly to me wearing a dress and I’m certain they’ll not like you hiding this beautiful body of yours.”

She was embarrassed by his compliment and, in that moment, he knew she was an innocent. God help him, but it only made him want her that much more.

He watched her reaction as he made a suggestion to Jewel. “She says she’s a singer. Why not have her skip serving customers for tonight and sing with me instead? It’ll give her some time to get used to the goings on and break in this here dress. I’ll be able to keep a close eye on her so she doesn’t run into any rowdy customers who don’t want to take no for an answer.”

It sounded like a perfectly fine solution to their problem to him. Nettie thought otherwise, muttering under her breath as she walked back over to the stove to stir what smelled like chicken and dumplings. “We need servers, not singers and if he has his way, it’ll be a lot more than singing going on between them two before the night is over.”

The grin on Jewel’s face confirmed she agreed with her friend. Charlie didn’t much care what they thought. He was too busy being elated at the relief he detected in Emelie.

“You’d do that for me? Let me sing with you?”

He held out his arm as an invitation. “I’m counting on you at least being able to carry a tune. With your looks, you won’t have to be stupendous. You just can’t stink.”

She smiled shyly. “I don’t stink.”

He leaned closer to inhale deeply near her long blonde locks. “No, you most certainly do not.” He fought the urge to reach out and smooth down an errant curl. “Let’s go pick out some songs you know.”



Emelie Svennson’s dream is to sing on stage. When a musical troupe passes through her home in Wisconsin, she believes her dream will be fulfilled when the leader invites her to be the star of his show. By the time she realizes he is nothing more than an abusive bully and her dream is now her nightmare, she finds herself stranded in San Francisco with no money and on the run from the law.  As she tries to make her way home to her family, she stops in Culpepper Cove and is drawn to the amazing melodies coming from the Red Petticoat Saloon.  The handsome piano player is almost as remarkable as his music.

Charlie Walker adores all of the gems he works with, but from the minute he meets Emelie, he knows there is something special about her. As much as he wants her to stay in Culpepper Cove, the thought of her putting on red petticoats and entertaining men upstairs as Silver cuts him to the core.

As their pasts clash, Charlie will have to work hard to convince his new gem that he will not only love and honor her, but that he won’t hesitate to drag her across his knee for a bare-bottomed spanking that promises to warm more than just her backside.  Can he convince the woman with the voice of an angel that dreams can come true?


Haven’t given the Red Petticoat Saloon a read yet? Start here with Madam Jewel’s story!

Watch for the release coming on 8/24!

Check out these other great posts!

Countdown to Release of Protecting it All #WIPitUp


Not sure this counts as my current Work in Progress since we are officially done with edits and in the final countdown to Saturday’s release of Protecting it All, Book Four in the Passion Series.   I’m thrilled that not only will I be releasing this new book, but Blushing Books is also putting books 1-3 together in a boxed set for the first time ever.  It will be released on Saturday too, so no more excuses for missing out on the series since we will have over 250,000 words (3 full-length novels) available for only $6.99!

For fans of the series, I know you’ve been waiting patiently to see what is going to happen with one evil Jake Davenport.  You don’t have long to wait now!  Here is just a little tidbit from early in the book to whet your whistle.

Excerpt: (Lukus POV)

Dylan couldn’t wait to lay down his own agenda. “We’ve been watching long enough. Tell me we’re going into the fucking warehouse tonight.”

Lukus didn’t need to intervene. Z had just about had enough of young Parker. “And do what? For the hundredth time, we don’t have enough evidence yet. Davenport is smart. He’s got a lot of security around him. We haven’t found anything illegal, and even if we had, we know for a fact he has some of the local law enforcement’s ear. You know we got a lot of push back after you got the shit beat out of you. We’re gonna need something rock solid before we can involve the police again,” Z snapped.

“Fuck the police,” Dylan retorted.

“Sure. Fuck the police. I’m not exactly their biggest supporter, but will you get your head out of your ass for five minutes and listen to me rationally? What’s your plan here? To rush in there guns blazing and shoot the bastard dead? If so, that’s great. I’ll be sure to visit you once a year in Statesville.” Z was steamed.

“All right, everybody calm down. We’re on the same team.” Lukus had stepped between them to try to keep the two men from throwing punches.

Cameron’s voice came over the speaker. “If you guys are done, I have new information.”

Derek urged him on. “Great. Tell us what you’ve got.”

“Look at the screen Z just got hooked up.”
The four men gathered around the thirty-two inch monitor as the picture of a naked, red-headed woman hanging from an elaborate display of ropes came into focus. She was writhing in pain and the cameraman made sure to capture the running mascara on her face.

Cam continued his report. “This is just one of six different interactive Internet sites run out of the ‘Strictly Disciplined’ warehouse you’ve been staking out. This channel specializes in bondage and what they call diabolical restraints. There’s another focused on anal domination, another for group orgies, and my personal favorite, staged abductions with non-con elements. The most controversial with the lowest subscription numbers is all watersports, and I’m trying not to be totally grossed out by the fact that the most popular site is for staged incest fantasies. Mommy/son, Daddy/daughter, brother/sister.”

Dylan was animated. “Thank fuck. We’ve got him.”

Cameron corrected him. “We don’t have shit. The sessions are often live. The recording studios are set up in the warehouse, and every session begins with the actors in the scene recording their consent to participate live. They end every session the same way, with a narrator interviewing the players involved to find out their favorite part of the scene or what they didn’t enjoy. I’ve been able to match at least a dozen on-screen talents with surveillance photos you took Dylan; proving these women and even some submissive men are willingly driving themselves to and from the warehouse to work just like they would if they worked at Wal-Mart.”

“That’s such bullshit! He has to be blackmailing them.” Dylan’s emotions were running hot.

Lukus tried to settle him down. “Will you sit down and let Cam finish? I’d like to hear more.”

“As best I can tell, he has another half-dozen or so 1-800 phone-sex numbers being run from inside, too. He has enough bandwidth and phone lines going into the building to run a small city. They’re using top-of-the-line encryption and security firewalls, which I, of course, was able to circumvent, thank-you-very-much. He’s making a shit-load of money and even if he’s paying the sex-workers top dollar, he’s had these sites up for years. Subscriptions are through the roof. I haven’t found his offshore accounts yet, but I know he has them. The cash-flow through the Strictly Disciplined accounts is incredible,” Cam told them.

Derek jumped in next. “I think that sounds like our best angle, don’t you? The websites themselves feel like a dead-end.”

“Are you nuts? They’re hurting those women!” Dylan protested.

“Those women are willing sex workers.” Lukus countered.


Jake Davenport is still on the loose, and Lukus Mitchell and Markus Lambert have had enough. They won’t rest until the sadistic Dom who is threatening their women is behind bars…or dead.  They don’t care which. Lukus assembles a team of his top security personnel and heads to California leaving Markus and Tiffany’s cop brother, Aiden, in Chicago to keep Tiffany and Brianna safe, locked down in the loft at The Punishment Pit.

Derek’s brother Dylan is already there, staking out the predator, feeling helpless as he watches Jake lure innocent women into his nest of consensual, but brutal, sexual websites. When Jake turns his eye to Hannah Martine, Dylan decides he’s done with just watching.

Hannah moved across the country trying to escape the demons of her past, but the fresh start she’s hoping for is cut short when Jake presses her to accept a tempting job that will solve her financial woes. Once he gets her alone, the sadist uses humiliation, drugs and brutal force to try to bend Hannah to his will.

Everything comes to a head when Lukus and the gang realize only someone on the inside can get close enough to collect evidence of the illegal activities needed to put Davenport away. Dylan is furious they are even considering sending the innocent woman he has strong feelings for anywhere near the monster trying to break her.

Will Hannah have the strength to walk back into the demon’s lair? And even if she does, will the threat against Brianna and Tiffany be dissolved? Jake is obsessed with the women from his past, and as authorities close in, he will become desperate for his revenge against Lukus and Markus.

This is Book 4 of Livia Grant’s sexy Passion Series – a roller-coaster of suspense, emotion, heartfelt love and darkest desires.


Watch for buy links on Saturday.  Better yet, sign up for my newsletter here and never miss a release again!

Check out these other fine authors:

Dangerous Bosses #SatSpanks

Saturday Spankings-Christmas Hat

Happy 2016!  I hope you had a fabulous New Year’s celebration and that things are off to a fabulous start for you so far.   We are in a new release countdown with only three weeks until Protecting it All comes out on January 23rd. For Passion Series fans, you know Jake Davenport is the man we love to hate. If you are like me, I found myself shouting at Hannah not to trust him. But alas, she didn’t listen and early in the story finds herself locked in his home, having been drugged by the devious man attempting to consume her life.


Jake moved behind his desk, sitting in his chair, cradling her too gently in his arms. For a moment it felt nice, as he stroked her long, sandy-blonde hair intimately. She had just about convinced herself she’d been imagining the danger when she noticed the heavy steel rings attached every few inches along the exterior edge of Jake’s desk. They lined the top and bottom edge of the desk. They seemed like a strange choice in decor.

“This is an odd desk.” Her own words sounded distant.

“It’s a special desk. I like to engage in unique activities in my office. This desk is an important part of that.”

“Activities?” Her tongue felt thick, making the single word sound distorted to her ears.

“Let’s call them performance evaluation activities. I am a precise man. I require precise performance from my employees. If they miss the mark, I enjoy correcting employees in order to help improve their performance.”


Protecting it All is book four in the Passion Series. All of the characters you know and love are a major part of the story, but we will also meet Hannah Martine and several of her friends as they become the focus of Jake’s crazy.  Can Lukus and the gang from Titan Securities protect Hannah before it’s too late and will Dylan be able to convince her that not all men prey on women like her would-be employer?  Most important, will Jake get what he deserves for terrorizing women?

Before you leave, don’t forget to hop over and check out these other awesome authors.

%d bloggers like this: