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Release Blitz: Cooking up a Storm by Ashley Ladd @ashleyladd


Brooks and Rique desperately want to win the head chef’s position for eccentric millionaire Jonah Verleun on his beautiful, private, but peculiar island that includes a zoo full of exotic animals, an amusement park, and a monster shark tank beneath Jonah’s bedroom floor. While Brooks wants the job to escape his heartache and the lover who thwarted him, Rique is hiding from the mob hoping to live long enough to pay them off with the prize winnings. Fierce competitors, they cook up a storm in a series of cooking challenges all the while trying to turn down the heat on their intense attraction. When a hurricane strikes the island, the storm Rique has been cooking up, explodes and no heart or body are safe.

Excerpt #1 (X-rated):

Troubling thoughts whirled through Rique’s mind. Why had Jonah called him and Brooks into his office? Had they violated some fine-print rule he’d missed? Had Jonah learned about his debts and Mafia troubles?

Gulping, Brooks shared a worried glance. His gait was uneven and stilted and his frame was stiff and wary.

“Are we in trouble?” Brooks whispered

Worried about the reason for their summons, Rique forced himself to relax and not shake his head at his lover and his loose-cannon lips. As much as he was beginning to love Brooks, there was no way he could share his mob secrets. Not only would they overly alarm Brooks, but the security team might overhear and he didn’t trust anybody.

Jonah locked the door and leisurely returned to his desk. He folded himself into his chair and looked, long and assessing, at first Brooks then Rique. Finally, he said in a smooth, debonair voice, “No. Not at all. But I wish to remind you of your contract.”

Damn! Rique gulped as they pulled up chairs across from their boss. So they were in trouble. Too late, he realized his toes were tapping fast and that his fingers were linking and unlinking, so he stilled them.

“What about the contract?” Brooks inched forward in his chair and wrung his hands in his lap as his eyes bulged.

Jonah bent over the desk then he pointed at the security cameras.

Before a word came out of Jonah’s mouth, Rique had an epiphany. As he recalled Fiona’s warning, his heart threatened to burst. “You’ve been watching us. Everything. Everywhere.

Several seconds later, Brooks blanched and his Adam’s apple convulsed. “You saw us together. Intimately, I mean.”

Leaning closer, Jonah nodded. “Yes. You gave your signed permission, and this is my private island which means it’s governed by my rules.”

It could mean Rique’slife if he left. With his heart feeling as though it was beating in his throat, he pleaded, “Please don’t kick us out. Our love lives are our choice and should be private.”

He watched a deep flush crawl up Brooks’ neck and into his cheeks as Brooks begged.

“Please don’t hold it against us. We didn’t plan to fall in love. It just happened. We haven’t hurt anybody.”

Fall in love? Shock and wonder filled Rique. Warmth flowed through him. So Brooks felt the same way he did. Giddiness replaced the dread born moments before.

Brooks loved him. And he loved Brooks. How could he have fallen so hard, so fast? He reached over and put his hand on Brooks’ shoulder. Then he turned and faced Jonah. “I won’t apologize for loving this wonderful man. And I won’t stop loving him. If it means we can’t be together then I’m torn whether or not I still want the position.”

He couldn’t believe he’d just said that. Damn my heart!

When Brooks squeezed his hand and tilted his chin, light refracted off his glasses and made his pupils look fractured. “Ditto. No disrespect intended, sir.”

Laughing heartily, Jonah slapped the table, causing a few sheetsto the floor.

Is the man crazy?

Blushing, Jonah gave them a shy smile. “Don’t apologize, and please call me Jonah. I loved watching you. I wanted to join you. I came as much as you did.”

Author Bio:

Ashley Ladd bioAshley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer.

She’s been told she has a wicked sense of humor and often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.

Cooking Up A Storm will be released by Totally Bound July 11, 2014

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Bitches be Writin’ Interview Session with Sara Brookes @Sara_Brookes

Welcome Sara to the Bitches Be Writin’ Interview Sessions. Sara is visiting with us to promote her book Edge of Need.

Now, Sara fictional crush?

Roarke from J D Robb’s …in Death series. OMG. He is too delicious for words.

What is the last book you read?

Cherise Sinclair’s Edge of the Enforcer. I bought it shortly after it released in May, but until I got through edits on two different books, I forbid myself from reading it. As soon as I did though, PHEW, I’m glad I finally got to dig in.

If you were a Star Trek or Star Wars character, which one would it be?

Now this is my kind of question. Probably Han Solo or William T. Riker. I don’t need to be the center of everything, the one in charge – but I am damn sure going to have some fun while I’m doing what needs to be done. *g*

Can you share a little of your current work with us?

Certainly – how about a little hot something…

His mouth closed over hers and he swallowed her soft sigh. Their powerful connection fired all thrusters at once and shot through him with an immeasurable magnitude. This heat between them was so intense, it got under his skin in a way nothing ever had before. And the way she kissed him back with utter abandon was fucking perfect.
He nipped at her lower lip, sliding his tongue between her parted lips to steal her breath. His stomach twisted at the thought of her offering herself to him this way. Baring her body for him to do as he pleased. He wasn’t looking for a slave, but he certainly enjoyed having a sub like Sutton puttering around his apartment bare ass naked. It allowed for certain…indulgences.
Like now for instance.
He turned, placing her on the high counter and nudging her legs apart with his shoulders. Giving into his earlier idea, he dipped his head to drag the flat of his tongue against the tight little nub of her clit. He tipped her hips, and was rewarded with the glorious sight of her legs opening wider as she lay back on the counter.
Dipping lower, he hooked her legs on his shoulders, his hands fitting around the lush curves of her ass. “You still smell like me, like my soap. So damned good. Soft. Wet.” He darted his tongue out, moving slowly to lick the length of her pussy lips until she started to whimper. His cock twitched, demanding he free it just so he could dig deep into the tight embrace of her cunt.
An expert at denial, he refused. Time to savor her.
He kissed her slowly, exploring every bit of her sensitive skin as the rawness of the moment stretched between them. Her soft voice sighed out his name as her body arched against the counter, her calves tightening against his back. Arousal was doing delightful things to her skin, the healthy flush an aphrodisiac.
This moment of her offering was so much more than he could have ever imagined.
So perfect.
So right.
So unbelievably decadent as she pulled him under all the beautiful things about her.
She sucked in a breath, her body going rigid as her hands clutched the end of the counter. He growled her name as he shifted his hand to finger her pussy. Her whimpers morphed into low, long sounds in her throat as she rolled her pelvis to open herself wider.
With a sharp cry, she came in a hot rush against his mouth. Watching her ride the wave of orgasm nearly made him lose control and climb on top of her. But he was already running past empty and needed something to reinforce the second wind he felt building in his gut.
He pressed a light kiss to her hip. “Fabulous appetizer.”
Sutton’s eyes popped open. “You’re kidding, right?”
“I don’t kid about sex, or eating pussy.” Adam hauled her off the counter and into his arms. “Especially one as magnificent as yours. I fully intend to feast on you again for dessert. Maybe even a late-night snack. Breakfast too, if I have my way. Mmm, the Sutton diet. I could get used to the idea.”
“And damn proud.”

Erica Jong says she loves the word cunt and wishes she could “rehabilitate” the word and make it beautiful again. Do you feel the same way about some of the words you use in your stories?

I do. And I didn’t always feel that way. When I wrote my very first erotic romance, the word cunt couldn’t be found anywhere. I was even shy about using pussy. I felt like I could get my point across about what I was talking about without being so blatant. But then I wrote Ragged Edge, the first book in the Body Masters series and all hell broke loose. *g*

Is a polyamorous relationship just a fantasy or can it truly be successful?

With the right amount of work by all parties involved, it can be successful. I imagine that kind of arrangement takes a great deal of work, more than the traditional relationship model of a couple. But I don’t see any reason at all why it has to be relegated to just fantasy if all parties agree and they want to put in the time and effort.

Do you think it is best to call body parts by their anatomically correct names, or come up with euphemisms?

I call ‘em like I see ‘em. Occasionally I will change things up a little bit just for variety so it’s not all pussy, dick, cunt and cock. But for the most part, that’s exactly what they are.

Which of the characters in your erotic romance/erotica would you most want to run away with for a weekend?

All of them! They can start lining up right over here.

Is there any additional info you would like to share with your readers about what’s next for you and your books?

I’m hard at work on the next books in the series and look forward to sharing them soon! Don’t forget to enter my giveaway for some awesome beach reads! Rafflecopter giveaway

 Where can readers stalk…um…I mean, find you?

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Sara_Brookes
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Crimson Heart by Heather McCollum Giveaway $20GC (Starbucks or Amazon)

Thank you so much for having me today on Bitches Be Writin’! I’m thrilled to announce the release of my 16th century Scottish paranormal romance, CRIMSON HEART! CRIMSON HEART is the third full-length book in the Highland Hearts series, which follows the Macbain and Munro clans from the Highlands to Tudor London and then on to the Scottish court in Edinburgh. Magic, trickery and kilts – oh my!

Thrown together by secrets, drawn together by desire, Searc and Elena must learn that love and trust go hand in hand before the sadistic killer of young women in Edinburgh destroys both of their worlds.

Here is an excerpt:

She leaned back against the door, her bare, wet toes

curling against the stone floor. She didn’t want him to go.

She didn’t want to be alone. Not anymore.

“Step aside,” he ordered.

“I’d rather you stayed.” Elena traced the hard angles of

Searc’s face with her gaze. She’d come to know those lines

over the days since he’d rescued her in the forest, come to

trust the man behind them. For the first time in her life she

didn’t want to hide herself anymore. She had today, and it

had cost her so much, too much. “Don’t leave me.” One by

one Elena opened her fingers that clutched the bath sheet.

The damp linen dropped to her feet.


“I am unhurt,” she interrupted. “But—” she raised her

hand timidly toward his face. He didn’t move away. “I don’t

want to be alone.” He still hadn’t looked down at her body,

but held her gaze locked to his. Her hand crept closer. “I

don’t want to hide anymore.” The pads of her fingers hovered

near his jaw, the stubble giving him a roguish look. She held

her breath and touched him.

He closed his eyes and inhaled as she lay her palm along

his face. When he opened them again Elena’s breath caught

at the intensity there. The red spark was gone, but another

spark made her heart beat inside her like a bird within a

cage. She left his jaw and took his hand, placing it on her

exposed collarbone where her heart beat insistently. “I will

do everything I can not to have you look at me again like

you did today in that filthy cottage.” She slid his hand down

her chest to her breast.

“Nay.” He shook his head, pulling his hand away. “Ye

will not make amends this way, Elena.”

She stepped closer to his warmth, her naked back cold in

the chilled room, completely vulnerable. “No, I mean…I’m

done hiding from you, Searc.” She shook her head. “It is too

painful to keep secrets. I’d rather… After today, your look. It

would be less painful to die then keep them from you.” She

felt her eyes watering up but blinked the tears away. “I want

you to know me, everything about me.” She pressed close

against him to wrap her hands around the back of his neck.

“Starting with this.” She kissed him.

His exhale was half groan, half growl, yet still he resisted.

“Lass, ye don’t need to do this.”

She frowned at him. “Damn it, Searc, stop being so

noble.” His eyes widened slightly. “I want this. I want you,

and if you turn me away after I’ve thrown myself literally in

your hands naked—”

Searc cut her off, grasping her face, angling it to press

tightly against his lips. His one hand wrapped around her

back, running down the chilled skin covering her spine,

pressing her to him. The feel of him, so completely aroused,

melted her worry away. He did want her. A hot ache shot

down through her body.

Although all the books in the Highland Hearts series can stand alone, they are more fun read in the following order:

HIGHLAND HEART – short prequel novella (Only $0.99) HH Buy Link



UNTAMED HEARTS – long novella (Only $0.99) UH Buy Link

CRIMSON HEART – Book Three CrH Buy Link

Thank you so much for having me here today! For more information on me and my books, please stop by my web site at www.HeatherMcCollum.com. I can also be found here:

Twitter https://twitter.com/HMcCollumAuthor

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Crimson-Heart-500Book Synopsis: Elena has spent her entire life hiding her family name while walking the thin line between lady and servant in a Protestant household. She has kept the secret of her lineage for years, but with a new, fiercely Catholic queen on the throne, Elena’s Protestant caretaker is being targeted. And when Bloody Mary discovers Elena’s true identity, she must flee to Scotland to save her life.

Highland warrior, Searc Munro, has secrets of his own. In a family of healers, his dark, killing magic must never be known. When his father’s life is threatened, Searc unleashes his lethal power to save him. With his clan’s suspicious glances and whispers plaguing him, he sets off alone, only to find another use for his magic in saving a beautiful lass being attacked in the forest.

Teaming up as exiles, Elena and Searc head toward Edinburg to find refuge. Yet, with a series of ritual killings haunting the city and a traitor attempting to assassinate Scotland’s regent, suspicion turns to Searc. As word of another British heir reaches the country, the two must learn to trust each other before it’s too late.

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Author Bio:gCmS3RD0

Heather McCollum is an award winning, historical paranormal and YA romance writer. She earned her B.A. in Biology, much to her English professor’s dismay. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Ruby Slippered Sisterhood of 2009 Golden Heart finalists.

The ancient magic and lush beauty of Great Britain entrances Ms. McCollum’s heart and imagination every time she visits. The country’s history and landscape have been a backdrop for her writing ever since her first journey across the pond.

When she is not creating vibrant characters & magical adventures on the page, she is roaring her own battle cry in the war against ovarian cancer. Ms. McCollum recently slayed the cancer beast and resides with her very own Highland hero, rescued golden retriever & 3 kids in the wilds of suburbia on the mid-Atlantic coast.

For more information about Ms. McCollum, please visit www.HeatherMcCollum.com. WebsiteBlog Twitter Facebook Goodreads Newsletter

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The New Emancipation by Alisa Anderson #FreedomHop @bitchesbewritin

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The New Emancipation

by Alisa Anderson

Every time you follow behind

You’re just taking your place in line

Never stop to question the agenda

Doing what somebody told you again the


Only way of finding the truth is to ask

But instead you’re hearing lies that are masked

Behind the phony smiles and the miseducation

Don’t you think it’s time you had a revelation?


Accepting what you hear

But raising no objection

Afraid to raise your voice

And walk a new direction


These chains ain’t gone, cuz I can feel them getting tighter

They tried to trick you, making them a little lighter

Forget the mule and forget the 40 acres

Nobody gives a damn, especially the law makers


Stop whining bout the past, and worry about the future

You’re wasting too much time and yeah, I know the truth hurts

Forget the way it was; it’s time to start a new trend

It’s time to show an iron will that will never bend


We need to let them know

We won’t go gently in the night

It’s time for us to show

The power of our might


Emancipation is only the beginning

Keep moving forward if you’re thinking about winning

We need to make it clear, we know the game they’re spinning

And if it’s wrong then we just need to keep on sinning


How long will they kill our prophets, as Brother Marley said

How long will we be passive, and let ourselves get misled

How long will you continue eating Propaganda fed?

Cuz they’ll continue to feed it until we wind up dead


If we rewrite the story

Then a new journey will unfold

We can reclaim our glory

Fulfill the legend foretold


Emancipate yourselves…

You have to find your truth

When will you finally see…

Wo one can free us but we


I hate the way you follow, and never try to lead

I hate the way you ignore every fucking misdeed

I hate the way you excuse the evidence of greed

I hate the tangled web they weave on you to deceive


I hate the way you never demand and take a stand

I hate the way you stay quiet and never take command

I hate the way they preach about equality

But then comes the white sheets and other “frivolities.”


And yet you seem to think

There is no misconception

While we teeter on the brink

Of global disinfection


The end is coming much sooner than anticipated

Meanwhile intolerance is being proliferated

Too late to turn and then pretend that you didn’t see

Too late to run cuz there’s no where else you can be


Too late for justice, people take it by other means

Too late to realize the world was never as it seemed

Too late you smell the stench of death and deterioration

Too late perhaps, to stop the threat of annihilation


Just know that you’ve been warned

Of what will happen here

And your soul will not be mourned

If you follow behind in fear.


Every time you follow behind

You’re just taking your place in line

Never stop to question the agenda

Doing what somebody told you again the


Only way of finding the truth is to ask

But instead you’re hearing lies that are masked

Behind the phony smiles and the miseducation

Don’t you think it’s time you had a revelation?


NikkiPart1psjpegBlurb: When Jess packed up her belongings and fled her small hometown in Kansas, she never looked back. Free from her family’s dark past she was finally able to pursue her lifelong dream as a professional dancer. She never expected to find herself at his door…or at his club.

Nikolas was unlike any other man she had ever met. Sexy…Alluring…Predatory. Dangerous. The kind of man with more secrets than even she had. Every instinct warned Jess against knowing him further, but she always did like playing with fire…

Nikolas Roman took one look at Jess and knew she was trouble from the very start. But something about the defiant twist of her mouth and the wide, haunted eyes of a damaged soul touched him in places he had long ago thought dead. He knew he needed to stay far away from her for his own sanity, but like a moth to a flame he was helpless to resist…

Working at Takers gentleman’s club was the last place Jess thought she would find herself, but she quickly learned how the game was played. See what you want, take what you can get…but at what cost.


This man was seriously bad news. One she knew she needed to stay away from.  She was fully aware of his reputation from Allison. Not only with the ladies, but of being a notorious Mafioso. She also knew he was very much married, an arranged marriage at that, but supposedly there was some story there and she was never discussed. Ever.

Nick swung his leg over a chair and sat down. “Okay, let’s see what you got. Get on the stage and I’ll clue Mikey when you’re ready. Oh and Manhattan…how do you feel about going topless?”

Jess hesitated for a moment before she climbed on the stage.

This was the end of the line for her. She was desperate now. If she didn’t make this work, it was back to Kansas for her. Back to her old life, back to her family…back to her father…back to his world.

Becoming the failure he always said she would be. Not this time.

He would never get the opportunity to touch her again.

She shivered. She was never going back to them. Or him. She was done with that portion of her life. Not even if said life, depended on it.

Which, in a way, it kind of did. For her piece own piece of mind, for her sanity, to escape the dark recesses of her mind and find some semblance of happiness, she needed this.  Just once, it would be nice to get a decent night’s sleep.

No nightmares. No terror filled panic attacks, wondering if tonight was the night her father emptied his gun in her head. No dreaded anticipation of what was to come.

Foul, alcohol-laced breath…sweaty hands…suffocating her…moving all over her body, touching her…violating her…going places no father should ever be…

“Kid?” Nick’s voice jolted her out of her thoughts and she looked up sharply and met his gaze. It was too soon to mask the naked fear and haunted, gnawing ache in her eyes. She knew he could see it all.

What surprised her was his curiously knowing silence. As if he knew exactly what she was thinking and feeling, and could relate. He was giving her an out.

One that she was not going to take. Jess shook herself.

“I guess I’m ok with it. But will you, I mean will they be able to touch my boobs?” If he caught the slip, he didn’t let on. “And why did you ask me where I was from, if you already knew?” She was annoyed at both him and herself for the slip and for the way he made her feel.

There was an awkward pause before Nick finally spoke. “I ask because I can. It’s my club. You got a problem, there’s the door.” Nick arched his brow at her.

She nodded and glanced away. Ass.

He continued. “Now then. No touching by others period.  However, there are no rules for me. You’ll never have to do anything you aren’t good with. I promise.”

Why the fuck did he promise that?  Jess wasn’t about to ask.

“Mikey, Hot Child in City. When you’re ready, kid.”  He leaned forwarded and put a cigar in his mouth.

As the music started playing, Jess wasn’t really sure what to do at first.  How the hell am I going to do this?  She closed her eyes and started swaying to the music.  When she opened them she looked directly at him and something took over her. She found herself dancing for him, seducing him with each hip grind and twirl around the pole.

She noticed the more she danced the harder he breathed. He was actually getting a rather large hard on and didn’t seem to care if she knew.  He was feeding her, and she got lost in his eyes and forgetting they were in a club. His club.

He was intrigued with her from the moment he saw her. Her blond hair was shining in the lights. He could see through the white tank top she wore as it stretched over her exquisite breasts. Her stomach was flat, even her belly button looked inviting to him.  Her long legs were gorgeous, and those tight black shorts she wore outlined every curve of her shapely ass.

He swallowed hard. How was it she could be so fucking hot yet be so angelic and innocent? What was she, all of nineteen? And what was it about this girl he felt he needed to protect? What was he hiding behind those eyes that hid a lifetime of pain, and were much wiser than her years? He didn’t know much about her but planned on finding out. That was for fucking sure.

He heard the music stop.

Just like that, the spell was broken.

“Not half bad. The club is open from seven till three.  The slot is two nights a week. I don’t pay my girls but you’ll be well taken care of.  Tips are yours, except for the ten percent I take off the top for allowing you to dance on my stage.”

“Your stage name is Manhattan.  Remember it.”

He got up from the chair and started walking toward the back.  He turned and looked at her standing on the stage.

“See you at six, Manhattan.

That is, if you’ll be back.”

Authors’ Bio:

Alisa Anderson

well…alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don’t judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you’re alright, buddy. you’re ok in my book. now c’mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.

​she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that’s it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?

​but alas…apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey’s genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well…yeah, i wouldn’t have suggested it…(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. 🙂

Cameron Skye

When Cameron is not in the lab working toward a Ph.D., in Neuropsychopharmacology, which in laymen’s terms is basically finding the effects drugs have on mood and behavior, she is writing stories, crating vivid, intense characters you will never forget.

She believes while life can take you down every path but the right one, eventually everyone will find their happily ever after.

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Part Three coming September 2014



VBT: Vegas Hustle by Ethan Stone – Totally Bound

WHP_Ethan Stone_Social Media Patch_finalTo celebrate the launch of What’s his Passion? Totally Bound are giving away a bundle of prizes. Enter here for your chance to win: https://www.totallybound.com/competition/whats-his-passion-launch?utm_source=bitchesbewritin&utm_medium=blogtour&utm_campaign=whplaunchcompetition

vegashustle_800Blurb for Vegas Hustle:

A business trip to Las Vegas becomes a life or death situation for a comic book fan.

Comic book geek Adam Brand is young, good-looking and wealthy. He’s also a virgin because he’s not skilled at picking up guys. While in Vegas with his friend Dean to finalize a real estate deal, he throws caution to the wind and hires a professional. Hustler Javier Campos is just Adam’s type and his first time is perfect.

Excerpt from Vegas Hustle:

I stretched my arms out, bent my legs and dove into the cool, refreshing water. I was in Las Vegas, I was eighteen years old and I was alone for the first time ever.

Well, almost alone, my friend Dean Schweister was with me. “Dean will keep you out of trouble,” my father had said. Ha! Dean had fooled everyone into believing he was a sweet young man.

I emerged from the water in dramatic fashion, imagining the scene in The Little Mermaid when Ariel comes out of the ocean onto the rock, her red hair flowing around her. My hair wasn’t red or long, but I still felt like a prince.

“Such a show off,” Dean muttered and tried to hide a smile.

We’d known each other our entire lives because our fathers worked together often. Dean’s father was one of my dad’s many lawyers. Barry Schweister normally only handled my father’s business on the West Coast but Dad had taken him to Australia to handle a crisis. It had then fallen on me and Dean to iron out a deal in Vegas. There wasn’t much to it other than a little haggling and signing some papers. I would’ve had to be an absolute idiot to screw it up.

Since Dean was two years older than me, I’m sure Dad had an idea we would party, but I don’t think he had a clue exactly what we had planned. Dad didn’t have a problem with me being gay but I doubt he’d want to know I planned on losing my virginity.

I pulled myself out of the pool then sat on a lounge chair next to Dean.

“You excited about later?” he asked.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to check out Heroes Unlimited.” HU was a comic book shop right on the strip, one of the biggest stores in the United States.

He rolled his eyes. “You know that’s not what I’m talking about.”

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