Mad Writing on a Wedensday with Misha Elliott #SilveFox #Excerpt

Mad Writing on a Wedensday with Misha Elliott #SilveFox #Excerpt

Silver Fox

Jill and Richard s lives were both irrevocably changed at the age of 17. A chance meeting and long-term friendship lead them into a love affair that is an erotic meld of lust and understanding But age is irrelevant when love enters the heart or is it?



Why do the worst things occur on Mondays? Mondays hate me, I have proof.

Many things go wrong today, a dead car battery, a warning citation from the police due to driving my brother’s car with a busted tail light, a car that makes me feel like a dwarf inside because I had a dead battery.

These situations require patience, and I have none. Again, I haven’t had a cup of coffee yet, because my brother used the last of the coffee beans and didn’t tell me.

I want to throat punch Evan right now.

It’s 6:35 AM which means I have less than ten minutes shop, make it back home by 7:00 AM shower get ready and drive the forty-five-minute commute to make it to the gallery before eight o’clock.

Time is not my friend today so I needed to hurry.

“This is a pleasant surprise,” a deep husky manly voice calls out to me as I leave the store. My heart skips a beat as I recognize the source of that sultry voice, his voice.

If I had to make a list this morning of the last people I ever expected to see at the grocery store before 7 AM, Richard Sisk would have been at the very top my list. My eyes bulge. I stop in my tracks. His large frame swaggers toward me. Some may argue and say he looks cocky. Cockiness is someone thinking they are the shit, but when a man like Richard walks, he has swagger because he is the shit.

I want to lose all control, put my hands all over him, and run my fingers through his hair.

“I see you’re an early riser.” All I need to say is yes. Instead, I give him the highlights from my morning which include a dead car battery and being pulled over by the local police.

I stare intently at this perfect male specimen, memorizing his appearance.

A classic wool-blend twill jacket cuts softly across his shoulder line down the length of his arms. A glimpse of his white shirt peaks out from the folds of his unbuttoned lapel. He gives me a sexy grin, noticing that I’ve been eying him up. Which means he’s been staring at me too. I cough at the realization that this is our first encounter since the bar.

He’s dressed like a million bucks, and I’m clad… in my light Bordeaux colored tank and pant set from Victoria’s Secret, aren’t technically pajamas.

I know the reasons why pajamas shouldn’t be worn in public, but the allure of comfortable sleep clothes, on a Monday morning is strong.

“Please excuse how I look,” Immediately I lift my hands to my hair, silently cringing at how it must look.

“I don’t see anything wrong.” His strong alpha vibe reflects in his tone. My legs turn to jelly. If I were a superhero this man would be my kryptonite.

I have no clue what to say next to this formidable man before me. From his attire I assume he is on his way to somewhere important, but still, want him to continue talking to me. Looking at me.

“What’s in the cup?”

“Hot java, black with cream. Are you an addict as well?”

I pull my bag of beans out for some reason. “Yes, this is my favorite blend. I grind a fresh cup every morning.” I don’t stop there, I go into an explanation of how to keep them fresh. “Most people put them in the refrigerator, but you should never do that. Air, moisture, heat, and light are the coffee bean’s greatest enemy.

“Sounds tedious,” He removes the lid. Blows on the contents, to cool them further then brings the rim up to his lips for a sip.

When people are nervous most tend to speak quickly, for me when nerves are on overdrive I use my hands way too much and way too fast. Talking to him came easy when we were at the bar; now, not so much.

“It’s nothing,” My right hand gestures wildly. One flick of the wrist knocks the coffee out of his hand. I watch in horror as it spills down his pressed white shirt leaving a big wet brown stain.

It is a catastrophe of epic proportions.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry.” My head looks left then right searching for something, but not finding it.

“It’s alright, I keep a spare at the office.”

He heads to the left, I move to the right. Once I’m inside Evan’s car, I pound my fist on the steering wheel. Then press my palms against my face completely mortified.

Monday strikes again.

Alphas of Summer Excerpt: Dragon’s Curvy Dilemma

Mychal Daniels

Mychal Daniels


Paranormal, Sci-Fi and Fantasy Romance Writer Creating One Book Boyfriend at a Time

That was the cue Asher needed to break up this tea party. Bounding into the doorway with the metal ball still in one hand, he said in his best, deep voice, “What’s going on in here and who are you?”

The young woman that stood before him wasn’t what he was expecting. She jumped, dropping the dishes onto the counter. First, she was… black. The voice had thrown him a little. Next, she was very attractive in a raw, real, honest, primal kind of way. Wait was that the right thing to think? He was a self-proclaimed feminist and lover of all types of people. Was it wrong to use those words to describe her? She was different, not what he’d expected with how she’d spoken with Brock, that’s all.


His dick twitched to punctuate the conviction of this truth. The sight of the young, beautiful woman had instantly turned him on. Unlike Monique, who was fifteen years older and had always had a sisterly vibe over him; Daryl hit him in the gut with want and need—to have her. And she wasn’t even trying!

Shit—just want he needed, a woman who could make his plans for a quiet summer very difficult if he spent any amount of time with her. Desire to have her was quick to the forefront, pushing reason and logic down and out. He wanted this woman. She was like no one he’d ever been attracted to before. And there was something about the set of her smile and demeanor that said she wouldn’t fall for his charm easily. That was enough for his dragon to stir and press against his skin.

Down boy. 

He had to stay cool and not get sidetracked by lust. In the time it took to take a breath and quick beat to regroup, he scanned her body from head to toe. Natural beauty assailed his senses and completely woke up his dragon. She was perfection. Habit was the only safety that had him guarding against flirting, but it was a challenge.

Asher had been around enough women to know when they had help looking as good as they did. This woman had been under no one’s surgical knife, wore no makeup, and her curly hair was in neat, thick plaits, sort of how a little girl would wear them. As for her pajamas, they were a tank and booty shorts that drove him crazy. They hugged her body in all the right ways. From the fullness of breasts that weighed the front of the tank top sleepwear down to the stretching of the sleepwear boxers that clung to shapely hips and ass for days, to the thick thighs that tapered down into smooth brown toned and well-proportioned legs, she was sexy as fuck.

Instantaneous flashes of those legs tightly wrapped around his hips as he dove into her hot full body rocketed through his mind, sending signals to his dick to advance. It made total sense why his kid was into her. He ached to readjust himself with how fast he’d gotten hard. Instinct had him moving the metal ball to cover his groin area with how his body reacted to hers.

It took less than a minute for her to zone in on the metal ball he held in front of his growing hard on.

In the Cover of Night Excerpt

In the Cover of Night Excerpt

Tigris Eden

Tigris Eden


Tigris is a military brat who’s done her fair share of traveling, thanks to her Army father. She’s married to the infamous LL and has three boys. She currently resides in Houston and is actively seeking a book-buddy for the end of the world.
Tigris is a military brat who’s done her fair share of traveling, thanks to her Army father. She’s married to the infamous LL and has three boys. She currently resides in Houston and is actively seeking a book-buddy for the end of the world.


The ride over to Cyrius Eats didn’t take long. As she sat on the passenger side of the SUV, she took in the sights she’d not been able to see under cover of darkness. It was still early, and as the car drove towards the destination, Onessa watched as life in the bayou crawled at a slow pace. Mist clung to the surface of the dark, murky water. A blanket of white hovered over the still depths. Darkened tree trunks rooted to the bottom of the swamp reached as high as their rotting limbs would allow as moss hung on for dear life. Her pulse sped up as she noticed something slicing its way just beneath the surface, displacing the white curtain floating just above. When two eyes appeared, she held in her grasp and turned to face front. The road was empty as they drove along in silence. She’d been going in the right direction, and if it hadn’t been for the wolves, she’d have made it. She’d start by apologizing for her tardiness and tell him she was ready to learn. When they pulled up to the restaurant, Alaric jumped out of the car and opened her door.

“Go in through the door, and head back through the kitchen. The office is the second door on your right. I’ll grab your bags.”

Onessa followed his instructions. When she reached the office, the door was open. There was someone already there. Someone obviously male. His back faced her, and the distinct smell of hard liquor scented the air. When he turned around, her breath left her. She’d been expecting a Gerard Depardieu-looking kind of mentor. Not the Incredible Hunk.

Delia and The Werewolf Excerpt: Jordan K. Rose

Delia and The Werewolf Excerpt: Jordan K. Rose

Jordan K. Rose

Jordan K. Rose


Jordan loves vampires, a good laugh, chocolate, and her dogs. Writing has allowed her to combine all of those elements. She writes paranormal romance, mixing in laughs and vampires while nibbling chocolate as her dogs play under the desk.

One of her favorite performers in the world was Lucille Ball. She loved Lucy so much that when her parents gave her a dog for her third birthday much to her dad’s frustration she named him Lucille Ball. That was the first sign of Jordan’s sense of humor as well as her commitment to the ones she loves!

If you like vampires and slapstick laughs, Eva Prim is your girl. Think I Love Lucy meets Elvira! She’s always up to something– generally, something that doesn’t bode well for her very powerful, very ruthless, very in love with her husband, Stefan. For short, sexy stories that you can read on your lunch break check out the Short Seductions Series, but be sure not to get caught by your boss reading these hot little stories! Check out the Romance In Central City series for standalone novellas that tell the stories of a different heroine and her vampire hero.


Delia and The Werewolf Excerpt

All around Delia vampires, werewolves, and demons mingled with unaware humans. Several booths lining the far walls were packed with laughing groups. On the dance floor bodies jumped and swayed to the music.

No one seemed to notice they took their lives in their hands by associating with this crowd. But Delia knew. She recognized every Other as being different.

The Others all held a certain charisma that no human could maintain and most couldn’t resist. She resisted. Much to his surprise she’d refused him.

He was tempting. Tall, handsome, smart. He was cunning and he didn’t quit. Delia wasn’t sure if that was the part she admired most or if seeing the wild animal deep within his eyes flare at her refusal to sell her land had given her a thrill.

Was it the roughness of his handshake, the hard callouses pressed against her palm, or simply his imposing size?

She smiled to herself at the memory of his surprise when she called him out. She’d heard the stories of the Others. She guessed him a wolf from the moment he strode into her office.

The sheer power of his body. His immediate claim on any space he inhabited. An air about him so charged, so ready to strike he practically growled when he spoke.

She called him out again today, and he hated it.

“Not hiding it very well,” she’d said, knowing she was poking the wolf.

“Not trying.” He leaned over her desk, knuckles pressed into the wood. “A wager.” He leaned close, leaving merely a few inches between them, and inhaled along the side of her face. “Give me one shot to convince you to sell. A little competition. Mano a mano. If I can’t change your mind, I won’t ask again.”

The exhale of his breath against her hair sent a shiver through her body. Delia knew at that moment this would be a dangerous game.

Sitting back to look up at him, she laughed. “You realize you have the upper hand in a hand-to-hand competition. What are you, six-four?”

He grinned. “Six-six. But if you keep smiling at me like that, I won’t be able to think straight. You could come out on top.”

“Fine. What will it be? Arm wrestling? A round in a boxing ring? Maybe a game of chess?” She extended her hand and smiled her most dazzling smile.

His massive hand closed around hers, his smile never fading, and he shook his head. “Drinks. Tonight. Seductions. Eleven-thirty.”

Her mouth dropped open. “What? You said a hand-to-hand competition, not a date.” She released her grasp and tried to withdraw her hand.

He pulled her to her feet and leaned over the desk. His lips brushed her ear. “I did, and it will be. We’ll see who’s got the better hand moves.” His nose trailed over her skin as he inhaled. “Mmm. Don’t be late.”


Tuesday Teaser: Excerpt from Diamond


He was enjoying his attempt at trying to make her uncomfortable. She’d bite.

Diamond“I wanted to work here, in the Quarry.”

He sat forward, his face creeping out of the shadows like a nightmare. Until he smiled. When he smiled, Nadya almost stopped breathing. No one should look so lethal and refined at the same time. He had sophistication and deadly down to a science.

“So you said.” There was sarcasm in his voice.

Nadya made sure to maintain eye contact as she nodded. Males had it stuck in their heads that females were only good for a handful of things. She may be ignorant when it came to intimate relationships, but if you put a knife in her hand, hell, a piece of wood, she could disembowel a man in thirty seconds or less and not even bat an eye.

“All right, tell me why you want to work at the Quarry.” He held up his hands to stop her from speaking. “No, wait, let me guess, you want a patron? Someone to take care of you because you’re lazy and don’t want to work. Or maybe your man died and left you with a brood of brats?”


He thought she was incapable of caring for herself. She wasn’t without means. What she had to offer would take care of her friends. If not for them, this conversation would have gone differently.

“No, nothing like that. I’d like a patron eventually, but I mostly want to work here because my mother is ill and I don’t want my sister going to work at the salt factory.” Technically, they weren’t family, at least not blood, but he didn’t know that.

“Why don’t you work at the salt factory? Then your problem’s solved.”

Was he serious? Smug bastard. Like he had all the fucking answers to life’s problems.

“No, they’d be compounded. I’d get sick like my mother. It may not happen now, or even five or ten years from now, but if I live long enough it’d happen. After I get ill, my sister would end up there. A never-ending cycle of sickness and death.”

“One less family member you’d have to be concerned with. People are lucky if they get five or ten years.”

He was a bastard, Nadya decided. A cold-hearted, beautiful, fucking bastard she wanted to castrate. Use his balls for punching bags, then. Don’t stop now, not while you’re ahead. The darker part of her rationalized all the ways she could end his life. Nadya checked her voice and tried to appeal to what she hoped was a merciful side of Diamond. Instead of doing that, she said, “Do you get some kind perverse pleasure from making people feel uncomfortable? Or are you waiting for me to beg? Why are you so cruel?”

“Because, little girl, everything is not happy and fun. Shit’s real outside, The Ragers are real, death is real. Hope is a false prophet who will only fuck you in the ass without the courtesy of lubrication or a reach around. It will leave you high and dry every single time, and if you’re lucky, you’ll get off with just being broken or the sublime mercy of death. If you stay the current course, well, I can’t be responsible for the fallout. Which is why I’m a cruel, callous bastard. Don’t look to me as if I’m your savior because I’m not. If your ass comes and works for me, I’m going to use everything you got, to get everything I need, and give you the leftovers I don’t want. Got it?”

All too clearly. But it wasn’t going to stop her. Nikka and Anna had taken her in, shown her divine kindness. She would do the same for them. It was either come work for him, or work for Attia.

“Fine, I understand. Now, does that mean I have the job?”

“You still want to work here, girl?” He sounded surprised. Her nerves were frazzled, and trying to keep her anger in check was weighing her down.

“I told you my reasons, either you’re going to accept me or not.”

Diamond looked her up and down, and she knew what he saw. Weakness. That would be his mistake, not hers. She was far from weak. She was strong, resourceful, and once she told him what she had to offer, he wouldn’t refuse. A girl didn’t live in Inwood Hill Park, she survived it. Everyday. She was the first to admit, she was no beauty, but she had one thing to offer most women her age didn’t.

“I don’t think you’re cut out to work here. You can’t fight, what good are you?” Again, his mistake. “Working the Quarry takes gumption. You know what gumption is, girl. It takes brains as well as beauty. You need to be able to work the floor, use what you have to get what I want.”

Well if that were the case, she should be a shoe-in for the brains part because Iland and that other girl were far from smart.

“Yeah, I know what gumption is.” Asshole.

“All right, show me what you got, then. Disrobe.”

Nadya was startled by his request. It was the last thing she’d expected him to ask of her.

“You deaf or something? Take off your fucking clothes. I always see the merchandise before I put it up for sale.”

“So you’re saying I got the job, then?”

“No, I’m saying it’s a try before you buy type of deal.”