I Photo’d Porn

Sounds nice and kinky doesn’t it?

If I haven’t let y’all know, Master has taken over my writing. The three books I published last year in Master’s Plaything Series was a direct result of his requirement of a goal he set for me. Sold for Christmas, book three, met that goal.

During the time I completed those short stories, I began editing a novel I previously published.

Boxer Briefs & Boots.

BB&B is an erotic cowboy romance.

In 2015, I sat down and wrote Boxer Briefs & Boots. The idea came to me after attending a conference where I met a cover model. The author had used this model for a cowboy novel she’d just finished. While talking a fan came up. Those women are relentless in trying to get these men to expose the rest of their body.

I mentioned something about standing in his briefs and boots. He replied, “Boxer briefs.

I came home and fleshed an outline and began writing.

The first release was rough and not edited well, but I released it in 2015 under the pen name Áine Blaze. My husband, Steve, passed away in July of 2016. I reedited the book and released it again in 2018, but I didn’t have time to market it as I was selling my home.

Since then so much in my life has changed. I have a new relationship with a black Dom, and he has taken over my writing schedule. He encouraged me to revise the story and release it.

It’s a fun read with hot male characters and insecure female lead. (That will change in subsequent books). A bit of kink. Chapter seven has a wonderfully kinky sex scene in the kitchen.

It’s available on Amazon, Smashwords, and soon to be on Nook, iBook, Kobo, and other retails stores. Smashwords downloads them to the respective retailers.

EXCERPT:

She captured him on film. He exposed her to love.

She sent up a silent prayer she was in the wrong place. But the black wrought iron sign a few miles back inscribed with Tumbling B in huge capital letters stretched across the road said otherwise.

Images of the man flashed in her head like her camera snapping pictures from what passed for a professional photoshoot. She reached up and covered her heated cheeks. Holy mackerel, who knew a rugged man had such soft lips, a tempting tongue, and an expert using them—down there? The ever-present blush began at her breasts and rose, covering her chest and face to the roots of her hair.

And her? She’d clutched his head to her breasts like he was a starving baby. His nips, licks, and bites were the supplement he needed. It was when she wrapped her hand around the thick base of his—

Blood whooshed like water through her ears. Pressure built in her head and chest. She couldn’t breathe. She dropped her head to the steering wheel, hoping it was low enough to keep from passing out. The only thought running around in her brain was— “I photo’d porn.”

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