#Release Day!! Mr. Black & Mr. White: Masters of Domination

Title: Mr. Black & Mr. White: Masters of Domination

Author: Ellie Keys

Genre: Erotica

Publication Date: August 16, 2016

Blurb from GoodReads:

Brought up in a world they didn’t ask to be a part of, these two men do what is needed to make a name for themselves and take control of a situation they never wanted to have to deal with.
Mr. black is the passionate, controlled one of the two. Everything is about the end result. The peaks and valleys suit his rough and tumble nature.
Mr. white is the clean cut, crisp and sometimes cruel one of the two. All that he is has to do with the details.
The pleasure found when these two work in tandem is awe inspiring enough to cause members of their society to work together to rid their group of two of the most renowned names to ever step foot in a playroom.
When a past incident comes to light and the one they left behind is threatened, will the two do what is necessary to save her or will the masters of Domination make the ultimate sacrifice.

Deception is a game best played by a master!!

Author Bio:

Ellie Keys is a Mystery/Thriller and Romance author. The more diabolical the read the better. One of her pet peeves is being able to guess the ending before she gets there. She also enjoys reading all things romance, whether it’s paranormal, mythological, mystery or contemporary doesn’t matter. Her favorite things to do are mostly centered around books. Other pastimes are going to the movies, playing around on social media and she’s addicted to word games: Scrabble, Text Twist, Wheel of Fortune. Cookie Jam and Bubble Witch have commandeered her free time lately.
Ellie Keys is from Michigan and a graduate of Central Michigan University with a degree in psychology. This degree allows her acknowledge that she may be a little bit off because of all of the talk about hearing voices that don’t allow her to sleep. The good thing about that is she is in good company. She was happy to learn that she wasn’t alone when she talked to other authors.

      

Upcoming #Release!!!

Title: The J.H.C. Series

Series: J.H.C.

Series Number: #1-5

Genre: Romance/Erotica

Publisher: Life In E – motion Inc

Expected Publication Date: July 26, 2016

Pages: 131

 

Five hot and steamy romances that will tug at your heartstrings and kick up the temperature. Get ready!

A Military Romance Series:
Book 1 – Brian’s Call: Sometimes you need to call on the most unlikely individuals to make the impossible possible.
Book 2 – Belinda’s Mission: Sometimes the easiest road to take isn’t the high road.
Book 3 – Sam’s Communication: Not always is it easiest to do what’s best for all involved.
Book 4 – Charlie’s Activation: The most unlikely choice can be the best man for the job.
Book 5 – Wellsie’s Dilemma: Sometimes all you need is one shot to make the call of a lifetime.

The members of the team learn how to balance family and work when the lives they’ve led get turned on their head. Their unit can only grow stronger as the crew gets closer.

**Not suitable for children. The heat is consuming. 18+ eyes only**

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Releasing May 17th

Reign Again

Her story is my story – Ellie Keys, Author

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Sometimes I wish it would rain.

Sometimes I wish it would pour

But most times

I just wish I could learn to soar

I grew up in Detroit, Michigan. My mother’s gypsy nature was something that I inherited and would carry with me the rest of the days of my life. I didn’t think I would become that woman—my mother— but here I stand in front of my old house. I have movers in front of me loading up a truck to take me to my newest digs. I’m excited and nervous all at the same time. This is probably my fifteenth move in my thirty-two years of life. My hope is this is my last. I know my son will be happy if it is. It is his tenth in his minuscule thirteen years of life. I don’t know why I couldn’t set down roots before, but I’m looking forward to not doing the moving thing anymore.

To understand why I am making this next move, one has to know the reasons I’ve made so many before. Strap in, it’s about to get interesting.

For me, that saying of “everything is coming up roses” doesn’t apply. As I stated before, I grew up in Detroit. I was born on one side of the city then was moved to the other. We moved from one place to another most of my life. As a child, I had this idealistic picture of my mother and who she was. My “father” was one that I despised with everything that I was and everything that I am. How he survived as long as he did without one of us taking his life is a true example of the words discipline and self-control. Meaning, it took all of our willpower not to bring harm to him. It was out of respect for our mother that he lived as long as he did.

The man that my mother eventually married tended to get off on tearing down the spirits of those that surrounded him. He had a lasting effect on each of us.

At the age of four, I didn’t know any better. My real father wasn’t part of my life and wouldn’t be for some time later. The man that lay down with my mother to create me is another chapter in my life. He shapes it some years in the future. The man that I knew as my “father” was an all together different breed of man.

I’ve learned that he wasn’t as rare as I thought him to be. I learned that he was part of a group of men that tended to live and get off on snatching happiness from those around them. It’s how I’ve always seen him and probably always will. His attempt to change had come at a time that was too late for him to erase the damage he’d already done.

To say the man was abusive would be putting him into a category that dials down what he was. He was the arbitrator of pain and torture in our household. Hearing my mother’s cries will probably torture me for the rest of my days. I’m sure there were times when we were happy, and I have moments of recollection when we smiled or laughed, but it’s overshadowed by the never-ending oppression of a small-minded little man.

 I learned what a crack pipe was at the age of six. By the age of seven, I understood that I had more of an education than the man that was supposed to be my father figure. When I turned eight, I understood the phrase “unfit mother” because my own was brought before me and my younger brother by the man that coaxed her into trying a drug he’d first been selling then was addicted to himself. It would be something that would be his crutch for the rest of his life and hers from that time on.

That year was the game changer for our little unit. My mother stopped singing as much. We walked on eggshells more. Fear became a gripping entity within our home. It was the fifth person that took up residence in the house. There was no longer any freedom to move about as normal individuals. It was life attempting not to “wake the beast” that year and all the years after.

 

~Six day, just 6 days until it releases~

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#EllieKeys 31 Days of Authors-Suza Kates & a GIVEAWAY

Suza Kates … Suza FREAKING Kates! What can I say about her? She is one of the first bigger named authors that took a moment to respond to an email for this little known individual. It doesn’t matter how many times I contact her for swag (something I’ll be soon bugging her for more of) or just to say “hello” she responds. The woman is one of the first authors to gift me one of her books. The avid reader that I am nearly combusted when I held one of the books to her Savannah Coven series. When I was coming up with my list of authors that I wanted to interview and share my admiration of, her name was at the top of my list. To say the least, I so heart her. Without any further embellishments, I share my interview with a woman that is one of my favorite authors.

EK – My message to all of the authors: Thank you so very much for being willing to sign up to do this interview. I’m thrilled to have the opportunity to get to know you, share your thoughts, and highlight your work.

EK:  What is your pen name? 

            Is it different from the name on your birth certificate? How did you come up with your pen name?

Suza Kates: I wrote my first book while I was in Germany, and one night I was talking to my cats, calling them sweet cats or süß (pronounced soos) katzen. I started playing with the sounds, and there you go!

EK:  Does your work fit into one genre? If not, tell us about it. If so, do the same.

Suza Kates: I primarily write paranormal romance and romantic suspense. Whether my characters have magic or powers or are just plain human, I always enjoy a bit of danger in the story.

EK:   What is the title of your most recent or upcoming release?

Suza Kates: My next release is titled “Chosen Blood” and is the second book in The Sisters’ Grimoire Trilogy.

EK:  What inspired this work?

Suza Kates: I enjoy writing about magic and strong female relationships, and I’ve always wanted to use a setting like that of the movie “Practical Magic”. However, the setting and use of sisters is about all that’s the same. I leaned toward a faerie theme and am loving the fantasy aspect!

EK:  What is your favorite thing about writing?

Suza Kates: Planning the next book. I’ve learned to only write the stories I’m most excited about, and that makes the plotting process a lot more fun! Release days are pretty awesome too. : )

EK: Now for the fun stuff …

EK:  What is your favorite snack while taking a much needed author break?

Suza Kates: Pizza bites

EK: What is one of the craziest things you’ve done in your life?

Suza Kates:  I once climbed outside a balcony on the 18th floor of a building to rescue my cat.

EK:  The house is on fire, what are you grabbing if your family is safe and sound?

Suza Kates: If cats are included in family, then I’ll grab my laptop and computer with current works in progress, my jewelry box, and an antique table.

EK:  What is your “go to” movie, book, or show?

Suza Kates: Lord of the Rings Trilogy

EK: Who is one of your favorite authors? Why?

Suza Kates: Nora Roberts. She just has a way of making you want to visit the places and hang out with the characters.

EK: Bonus => Have you ever read a book that had you questioning why you were having such a reaction to fictional characters? What book was it?

Suza Kates: Little Women. I was pretty young when I read it and was so sad when I finished it that I just turned to the beginning and started over. It’s still one of my favorite books and probably influenced my love of female bonds and friendships in fiction.

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The lovely Suza Kates is offering three of my fortunate followers/readers an opportunity to win an ebook copy of one of her books. Winner’s choice. All you have to do is comment on the post your book of choice from her collection. 

Just an FYI, I loved every book in this series. It was amazing. 

 

Thank you to Suza Kates for taking the time to answer these questions. You are appreciated. 

Come back tomorrow to read what responses author Jennifer Theriot gives.

 

#EllieKeys The Highly Capable by Jayme Beddingfield (Giveaways)

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THE HIGHLY CAPABLE
Jayme Beddingfield

What would you do if you could control objects with your mind?

Would you be able to choose between right and wrong?

Eighteen-year-old Ruby Dawson was born with the powers to move things
with her mind. She thought she was the only one of her kind until she
met Tristan-a self-destructive drug addict and a crew of super-powered
thieves. Working in the shadows, the crew follows their fire conjuring
leader, Madison, as they descend further and further into the world of
organized crime.

Ruby finds herself in a whirlwind of wrong decisions, lies, murder, and
realizations she isn’t ready to face. As Ruby watches Tristan disappear
further into his drug addiction and her team fight for more money and
territory, she struggles with who she has become. Can Ruby walk away
from the closest thing she has to a family and be the hero she is
actually meant to be?

The Highly Capable- Volume One of the Ruby Dawson Saga, an urban
fantasy, is a tormenting and emotional tale of self-discovery.
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(Release Day Blitz) Rebuilding Trust by Elison Grace

Rebuilding Trust by Elison Grace

Release date: Nov. 3, 2015

Cover design: Cover Me Darling

The only thing Cory took serious was his career as a firefighter. His relationships consisted of nothing more than one night stands.

Until he met her.

After Carrie’s heart has been shattered she changed her life. Forced herself to become a strong-willed, independent woman. She didn’t need anyone to support her.

Especially a man.

Cory makes it his mission to win Carrie’s love and trust. Can he help rebuild her shattered heart or will their hearts end up in a pile of ashes?

prologue

July 2013 Carrie

There are those defining moments in life when your world as you have known it is ripped away from you. You have to decide if you are going to lie down and let it crush you or if you’re going to get up, strap on your big girl panties, and make a new life. I chose the latter. When my world and future were ripped away from me, I chose to redefine myself and become an independent woman. I have been dependent on people my entire life and it has gotten me nothing, but heartache and pain. Time for a change.

I could not believe that I was preparing to marry the man I have loved since I was sixteen years old. Standing in front of the mirror, I felt like a cake topper in my mother’s choice of dress. It was not me at all. You could barely see me or my figure amongst the mounds of tulle in the skirt. The top was long sleeved with lace resting along the collar bone and the back dipping wide, stopping just below my shoulder blades. My exposed shoulder blades were the only skin you could find in this dress. I wanted to take it off as soon as I put it on, but, for my mother’s sake, I came out to show the group. I don’t know why I bothered. There was not a dress in the universe that would make us both happy. This could be why my wedding dress was one of the last things I needed to pick for the wedding.

If I was being honest, it was one of the only things I really got to pick. My mother was trying to hijack that too. When she heard that Toby and I had gotten engaged, she immediately got on the phone with Lois, Toby’s mom. Together the two of them had been planning their dream wedding for us. They came together to pick the location of the wedding, reception, and over the top hotel ballroom. The colors, robin’s egg blue with ivory accents and ivory roses all around, are boring. I let them plan it all because they were paying and I didn’t care enough to fight. I just wanted to be married to Toby. He was my heart. We had been together since we were sixteen. Nobody knew me better than him. He was my constant, my strength, and I couldn’t wait to have that in my life forever. That’s I all I cared about. They could have the rest, except for the dress. I wanted to pick a dress that made me feel beautiful, confidant, and not like a cake topper.

“Oh, you look like a bride!” Mother cooed as Lois nodded her agreement. Rolling my eyes, I decided I had to take a stand or I would be stuck in this monstrosity of a wedding dress for my wedding.

“I hate this and I’m not going to wear it. I am going to go back in there, resist the urge to burn this dress, and come out in something I love. This is my day. I appreciate everything you two have done for me, but I need to pick the dress myself.”

Gathering the mass of tulle, I stormed off into the dressing room. The consultant followed me in.

“From now on we are just focusing on my picks. Let’s start with that one, please,” I said as I pointed to the dress that caught my eye as soon as I walked in.

Sliding the dress over my head, she zipped it up and I turned to face the mirror. Goose bumps pricked my arms and my breath caught. This is the dress that I would marry Toby in.

The dress was everything I never knew I wanted. It just felt right. The bodice was covered in intricate, flower patterned lace with pearl straps. The skirt was light ivory tulle with a shear organza overlay. The same lace from the bodice adorned the bottom of the skirt. The piece that made it perfect was the silver belt that was intricately detailed like the lace and had pearl accents throughout.

I had considered taking it off and having them ring it up. I really didn’t want the mothers to ruin this for me. There was no way that would have been acceptable to the mothers. I went out there to let them know that this was the one and I would not change my mind.

Stepping onto the podium, I looked at myself in the big mirror.

This was it and I just had to make them see it. I called the bridal consultant over and asked her if she could get me a veil to put on with the dress. I needed all the help I could get to get us all on the same page.

Turning toward the group, I waited for them to shoot the dress down so I could defend it. My mother’s hand flew to her mouth. Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. She looked over at my future mother-in-law and they both nodded.

“This is it. You look gorgeous,” my mother-in-law said.

Yes! I have found the one! Turning back to the mirror I inspected myself. I looked like a bride. I was going to walk down the aisle and marry the man of my dreams in this dress. He was going to love it.

My phone chirped from my purse that I had left with my mother. I ignored it. This wasn’t the time for texts. It was time for my celebration. The phone chirped three more times consecutively so I decided that whoever it was must think that whatever they had to say was important. Stepping off the pedestal, I dug my phone from my purse and slid my finger across the screen to see who it was. There were four texts from Toby.

Opening the first one, I gasped. It was a close up picture of a girl with her lips wrapped around a dick. At first, I was like, what the fuck is this? Upon closer inspection, I saw the black tribal tattoo down his side that I knew so well. I sat beside Toby when he got it last year. My hands began to shake. I know I shouldn’t have opened the rest, but, I couldn’t seem to stop myself. The next one was a picture of Toby and a bleached blonde kissing. Tears streamed down my face as everyone watched me. I hadn’t said a word so they don’t know that my heart was shattering. Opening the third, my eyes landed on a picture that looked like it was taken by Toby. It showed the entire front of the same girl, fully naked and exposed, as she was riding him. My knees buckled as I looked at it and my future was ripped away from me. I switched to the final text.

Toby: Heard you were getting married. Wanted to show you who you were committing your life to.

I threw the phone as if the words had burned me. I sat there, on the floor, in a pile of tulle and organza crying over my shattered heart and demolished future.

They say that timing is everything and the timing of the job offer to be a teacher at Loveland Elementary in Colorado couldn’t have been better if I had planned it. I had just recently graduated from Iowa State with a teaching degree. Originally the plan was to try to get a position around Ames, get married, have the two point five kids, and live happily ever after with my high school sweetheart. It was the fairytale everyone talks about. That fairy tale had been crushed and it was time to create a new story featuring me alone as the heroine. I hadn’t applied for jobs at schools out of state so I was surprised when they called me asking if I would be interested in starting in the upcoming school year. I guess my professor had a friend there and called them to recommend me after she had heard that I may need a new start. I could kiss her for that because it was exactly what I needed. I accepted the position without any hesitation and began arranging my new life in Loveland, Colorado.

Through the internet I found a girl who was looking for a roommate. She was a nurse at the cancer center there and seemed really nice. My parents helped me with starting money because they really wanted me to move away. They didn’t like the way my tainted marriage plans and decimated future had ruined the Robinson family name. Apparently, I was now an embarrassment because Toby was sticking his dick in other women behind my back.

My car was packed to the brim with all of my possessions. If it didn’t fit in the car, it was staying there. Can you think of a better way to force a new start? I can’t. I didn’t have the room to bring my past with me so I had to go and start anew in a new place, starting with new stuff.

Waking up early, I slide into my Grand Am SE. I didn’t bother to say goodbye to mother or the rest of the family. What would have been the point? They wanted me gone so I’m gone. They were not getting any teary, heartfelt goodbyes. They would just be a lie anyway. Backing from the driveway, I start the long drive to Colorado; to my new life.

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Saving Leah by Misha Elliot

From the desk of Misha Elliott: 

Good Morning, Afternoon & Evening Bloggers and Readers,

I am thrilled to be part of of this event.  I’m rounding out the month of September and am grateful for the opportunity to participate in Rave Reviews by Nonnie Jules special event.  This month has brought about some pretty fantastic stops with some even more fantastic prizes.  Your stop here will offer you yet another prize.  First, here’s a little bit about my latest release.

BLURB:

Sometimes the only thing worse than revealing a painful secret is keeping it from the one who wants to save you.

In time, fractured bones mend and torn flesh heals. But what about a fractured soul? Years of abuse have left Leah scared and broken, in solitude with the only symbol of the person she used to be-her violin.

While in hiding, she never expected to meet the handsome and alluring Asher. Can he save her before all is lost or will her secrets become the death of her?

*WARNING* This book contains adult material including violence and sexual content intended for readers over the age of 18.

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She has two giveaways.

The first is a swag pack that includes items from authors such as R.L. Griffin, C.C. Wood, Christopher Rice, Shayla Black, Lexi Blake and Misha Elliott.  Follow my blog for a chance to win.

The second is a $25 gift card to Amazon.  Post in the comments the link to your purchase of Saving Leah for a chance to win.

Here is the link to her blog for her post: Misha Elliott’s Blog

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The Norton Sisters Renewed *****Cover Reveal*****

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In ebook and paperback (B&N, Amazon, Pre-order & CreateSpace.com)

Chyra, Book 4 (The Norton Sisters Series)

Chyra’s secret is revealed in book 3.5.  The family has learned about little Zachariah and have given her all kinds of hell about it.  They don’t know that’s not the only secret she has.  Just wait until they learn the rest of her secrets.

Isaac has been nice enough to stay away from his wife while she sorts out her life.  Finally, fed up and having had enough, he pays a surprise visit to Tempa.

What he finds may just be more than he bargained for when he determined/decided to take the youngest Norton sister as his wife?

Add to the mix, the father of her newly revealed son and you have a trifecta that is sure to rock the worlds of every member of the Norton family whether they be related by blood or by marriage.  Sometimes hiding isn’t the best remedy.  Chyra may just wish that she didn’t return once all comes out.

The Norton Sisters Series is a series about six sisters that share the same last name, but are six entirely different women. The sisters by age ranking: Zoie, Wynter, Rayna, Nyema, Lynnia and Chyra are there for each other, always. They follow their own little “Norton Code”: “In the end, family means everything and your sisters hold you up. No matter what may come.”

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FREE ON ALL SITES – EBOOK ONLY!! (RAYNA)

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Ellie Keys (That’s Me!) and GIVEAWAY!

Author Ellie Keys

 

 

Four books are available for your reading pleasure. Available in paperback and ebook!

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An Author’s Tale 2/26/15
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A Mother’s Burden 1/29/15
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Redefining Me (Available now)
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New Release…An Author’s Tale by Ellie Keys

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An Author’s Tale

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**~ Chapter One ~**

There are those that will tell you that they’ve done some things in their life that have not only been life altering, but have been downright the stupidest thing they have ever done. I am going to let you know right now that I am one of those people. I still cannot believe that this is my life. I really can’t believe that things worked out in the end. I am incredibly fortunate because all things considered things could have truly gone deep into left field. What am I talking about?

My name is Stephanie Daniels and I am an author. I am also hands down one of the biggest idiots known to man. Let me tell you why. About a year and a half ago, I was just beginning to get my fledgling writing career off the ground. I’d decided that I would go to a multi-author book signing to gain some public awareness and possibly notoriety. I also thought it would be a great to do the whole “fan girl” thing without being creepy. I’m from Ohio. To be more exact, I’m from Sandusky, Ohio. I decided to take a risk and invest in myself.

I signed up to be an author signing with about fifty other authors at an event in New York. The April event was perfect timing. It meant that the bulky coats could be exchanged and I would be able to wear cute and comfy clothes. If that wasn’t enough, then the warmer temps meant more opportunity to go out and enjoy the city. I’d had enough of being indoors. I needed a break from the recluse that I’d become. A better trip couldn’t have been planned for me if I had planned it myself. I can’t express just how ecstatic I was to be able to go on my first major trip outside of the state. I was even more excited about visiting New York. I mean, how cool was that?

There was a Facebook group set up for the participating author. I’ve gotten to know some of the authors that were going to be at the event quite well. The countdown to the event would make me want to openly weep. I couldn’t contain the joy I carried around inside. I was nervous beyond words, but that didn’t matter I still couldn’t wait. Some of the names on the graphics that were created to promote the event brought tears to my eyes. I was set to be sharing a space with so many amazing men and women.

As my departure date drew nearer, I found myself repeatedly checking my lists and packages that I’d created. I wanted to make sure that I didn’t forget one thing. I had my suitcase packed the week prior. I packed and unpacked that thing about four times before I finally felt comfortable enough to say that there was nothing that I’d forgotten. I felt better knowing that the other newer authors were just as off kilter as I felt. I wasn’t alone. I think that is one of the greatest feelings ever. I felt one hundred and ten percent better knowing that I wasn’t alone in the crazy.

Finally, the big day of departure arrived and I nearly left my dang carry on in the chair in my living room. Thankfully, I was travelling with a close friend of mine, Rhonda Baker-Turner. She and I have lived next door to each other for about eight years. I was introduced to her in one of the most unconventional ways. Our bedroom windows are facing one another and only separated by a pale, wooden fence. She and her then boyfriend, now husband, Darius Turner, were engaged in a round of some type of tantric sex session. I heard her screaming his name and him pleading with her to not be so loud or the neighbors would think that he was killing her. I couldn’t hold back the laughter when that caused them to begin to bicker back and forth over whether or not that was the right time to think about the neighbors. I believe the question that was screamed was:

“Do you really think the neighbors would have mistaken my screaming orgasm as a sign that my dumb ass boyfriend is attempting to murder me?”

“I certainly didn’t,” I’d stated out loud and evidently loud enough for her to hear me.

I’d cringed as I actually tossed the cover over my head when I heard complete silence after my idiotic outburst. I’d forgotten for a moment that my window was open as well as theirs. I heard the bed move and not in the way that it had been previously moving. It clearly stated someone was getting out of the bed and moving toward a different area of the room. If I had needed to guess, then I would have stated they’d been moving toward the open window. I would have guessed right. The next time she spoke her voice was a great deal closer than it had been before.

“Hey. Who said that?”

I heard the question, but I didn’t want to answer. I thought about possibly pretending that I didn’t hear her then I thought about trying to close my window. I thought about that too late. Had I been quicker then I would have done so when she’d been making her way to the dang window. Resigned, I climbed out of my bed and moved to the window. A woman with chestnut brown hair kind of matted to her head was peering out the window wearing a pearl color robe with pink roses. At least they’d looked like pink roses from the light that was cast from the moon. Her eyes seem to glow which told me they had to be some shade of green. I stood in my “I love sleep” plush pajama bottoms and a pink tank that matched the hearts in my pants. My size fourteen hips and ass felt comfortable in them, but looking at her “just got laid” look made me feel a little lonely.

I averted my gaze for a moment, took a quick breath and introduced myself.

“Hi. I’m your new neighbor, Stephanie Daniels. I’m not usually one to listen in…on…people, but I had a late night writing session… I, um, I’d just gone to bed before… I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to speak or at least not loud enough for anyone to hear me,” I was finally able to get out.

She just smiled and waved her petite hand dismissively before speaking again, “Please. You’re good. I’m just wanting to know if you thought this one…,” a guy that looked like he had about a foot or so on her short frame joined her at the window.

His face said that he was slightly embarrassed that they’d been caught. Her face seemed to not care at all they’d been heard. In fact, she didn’t seem overly concerned at the predicament we’d found ourselves in, at all. As I looked on, I could see that he was in pretty decent shape. He wasn’t perfectly cut, but it could be seen that he took care of his body. The waves of his sandy blonde hair fell limply over his forehead. His smile revealed a chipped front tooth and dimples. He was kind of cute. Her speaking again had interrupted my attempt at admiring the view in front of me.

“Oh, sorry. Hello there, Stephanie. My name is Rhonda Baker and this here is Darius Turner,” her absentminded introduction had me giggling to myself.

She introduced herself as an afterthought. It had been as if she suddenly remembered that she should’ve done so once he appeared at her side. I had a feeling that his presence definitely had something to do with it. I don’t think she would’ve thought about it until much later in the conversation had he not been there. Rhonda began speaking again.

“Now, back to my question, did you think this one was attempting to murder me or just giving me the most amazing pipe work ever?”

I almost choked on my tongue as I registered what it was that she’d asked me and tried to get my brain to work up a response. I’d never met a woman that was not only so free with herself, but her thoughts and actions, as well. After a few moments, I’d responded. I’d basically repeated what I’d already said. She apologized for being so loud then said that I wouldn’t have to worry about hearing them anymore that night because Darius wouldn’t be feeling the inside of any of her orifices that evening. Looking forlorn and as a puppy dog that had been banned from playing with his favorite chew toy, Darius retreated. Rhonda and I said our goodnights. She shook her head as she followed behind him. I laughed so hard I nearly tripped as I’d walked back to my bed and climbed in.

Ellie Keys is a Mystery/Thriller and Romance author. The more diabolical the read the better. One of her pet peeves is being able to guess the ending before she gets there. She also enjoys reading all things romance, whether it’s paranormal, mythological, mystery or contemporary doesn’t matter. Her favorite things to do are mostly centered around books. Other pastimes are going to the movies, playing around on social media and she’s addicted to word games: Scrabble, Text Twist, Wheel of Fortune. Cookie Jam and Bubble Witch have commandeered her free time lately.

Ellie Keys is from Michigan and a graduate of Central Michigan University with a degree in psychology. This degree allows her acknowledge that she may be a little bit off because of all of the talk about hearing voices that don’t allow her to sleep. The good thing about that is she is in good company. She was happy to learn that she wasn’t alone when she talked to other authors.

If you would like to see where “the voices” take her, then here are the links to follow:

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Other works by the author:

Redefining Me: http://amzn.com/B00SDMDM2U

A Mother’s Burden: http://amzn.com/B00Q1RKLNM

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