Time for an Excerpt

There are times when I begin a book with an idea and I write down a moment before I forget it. That moment can't be the beginning, but I just love it so much that I can't let it go. For Anaya & Niall this was that moment:

Niall stalked up to his wife and cupped her delicate face between his hands. “Let’s get something straight. Outside of our home—”

     “My house,” she pointed out with raised eyebrows.

     “Our home,” he said firmly. She’d never made him feel unwelcome or even as a guest in this house. She was simply being petulant. “Outside of our home, I’m your assistant and you can boss me around, send me to fetch your coffee or tea. But inside this house, we are equals. If I get you coffee or massage your shoulders, it’s because I choose to do so as your husband.” He ran his thumb over her juicy bottom lip. “And in our bedroom—”

     “Now wait just a damn minute. Niall, I—”

     “In our bedroom,” he raised his voice, drowning out her objection, “I’m in charge. You’ll do what I say.” He was pushing it, but they’d been heading in this direction from the beginning. Anaya never objected to his dominance in bed. He wasn’t the sort of dominant that required spanking or toys, but he did like to be the one in control. “If I want to fuck, we fuck. If I ask you to suck my cock, you swallow. If I want to lick your pussy, you’ll spread your legs with a smile.” He stepped closer until he could feel her breasts brush against his chest with each of her rapidly indrawn breaths. Her dark eyes blazed up at him, partly with fury, but passion lurked in the brown depths. His hands dropped from her face. He slapped her on her plump bottom. “Now take off your clothes and get in our bed. I’m in the mood to ride my wife’s pussy.” She jumped a little at the tap to her behind. Her mouth opened and closed but no words emerged. Finally, she nodded and scampered off toward their bedroom. A grin stretched Niall’s lips.