(Sidebar: I was trying to duplicate that awesome helvetica meme, you know, john & paul & ringo & george, but it got to be a production so I said screw it.)
Sake Bomb is officially out, peeps! I know some of you are already in the know, and some of you have hit me with awesome e-mails because you've already ready it (YAAY) and loved it! Thank you! But if you haven't got your copy yet, here are the deets (And please tweet and share and all that good stuff!)
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Title: SAKE BOMB
Publisher: FRESH WHET INK
Words: 107K +
And a Dom…
Fresh off a sanctioned mission that hits too close to home in the memories department, agent Kizzie Baldwin gets the Intel she’s waited five long months for—they’ve finally located Sumi, their sole lead on the salted bomb HRV. The problem: Sumi might be dead.
Abandoning the stability of clandestine ops, Kizzie goes rogue with everyone’s favorite criminal Dom, Xander Duquesne. Together, they search the streets of Tokyo to track down and stop HRV before it blows. But there’s a second bomb, a bigger bomb, triggered by the explosive friction between impatient operative and determined Dom.
And there’s no way to stop it.
If Kizzie comes out on the other side, will she still be a good agent? Or be His good girl?
***WARNING: 18+ only. This title contains all the stuff you don’t want your kids reading, you know, graphic language, adult themes, explicit sex, and extreme violence. Oh, and snark, can’t forget the snark. M’kay, I warned ya!***
“Sure you don’t want to see me in the red ones?” A bend at the waist and Kizzie lifted the silky briefs with a finger. “I think you might like these. They fit real snug, usually get me compliments.”
His brow lowered. “Blue, and you know I don’t like repeating myself. You’re up to 21.”
“As you wish.” Swapping out the undies, Kizzie bit her lip and slowly strolled over to where he stood in front of the chair. “Look…I’ve had time to mull this over, and I think we should stop with the games. We’re two adults, obviously attracted to each other, and to be honest, I prefer you trying to get in my pants to you trying to get in my head. So, how ‘bout it,” Kizzie said, adding a deliberate and sultry, “Sir?” and looking up from beneath her lashes.
She dropped the towel.
“Any way you want me. Tie me up,” she touched her tongue to her upper lip, “spank me,” smoothed her palm up the front of his shirt, bringing the other hand up to start on the buttons. “Fuck me. Hard and fast…nice and slow. Whatever would please you.”
She leaned into him, enjoying the feel of his solid chest and the fire chasing his palms as they skimmed down her spine.
God, those hands. Possessive brands on her skin.
Lifting a bit brought her mouth closer to his, and she breathed the next words over his lips. “Any. Thing. You. Want.” His head lowered, mouths almost meeting. It took all of her strength to rock back out of reach. “But first…”
He cleared his throat, a heat simmering in his eyes. “First?”
“First, you need a shower,” Kizzie’s whispered. “‘Cause I don’t like the smell of her perfume.”
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