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Whoops…We’re Here!

For a brief period of time this morning (on the West Coast, your afternoon on the East Coast!) our site was down. Our servers literally overloaded because of the sheer number of readers. Sorry about that.

We’ve upgraded our server power, Paige took care of everything – sorry about that.

Hope everyone is staying safe. Welcome to all the new Angels who have sent us emails and commented, thank you. We’re so happy to be part of your day during this tough time.

Lana won’t stop baking and canning (I had no idea it wasn’t just as simple as putting stuff in a can. She said something about me being a wicked city woman and laughed) but I’m borrowing the oven for two hours to dry some fresh mint that a neighbor brought over since they grow a ton and Google says drying at 180 degrees in the oven for two hours is good. So Lana is zesting lemons and making batter and like watching my timer cooper close haha.

Are you cooking a lot? Lana’s insisted that I learn more and I had dabbled in the past but she likes really knows stuff and has been teaching me. It’s been a great way to spend time together and talk about story ideas.

Last night we even used some canned extra thick coconut cream and made Pina coladas and talked about what to write next while we played Chess. Lana had never played before so I got to teach her something too!

I’m lucky to have her as a roommate and best friend, for sure.

Stay Safe Angels, hugs and kisses and lots of love!

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Light In Darkness

Hey Angels!

So the store had an update yesterday but in the middle of it all, I guess in the last two weeks the world has changed?

At first we were just as scared as everyone else. 

But we got a bunch of emails that kept saying the following. 

This blog and our books provided them the strength to go on. 

That it allowed them the ability to smile for a little bit in the middle of anxiety and worry about the world and their loved ones. 

So we’ve resolved a few things. 

We’re going to make sure the blog keeps going to provide you guys the ability to smile or escape for a little bit. 

We will keep the light on. And try to help with everyone else guide all of us through the darkness. 

Stay safe Angels!


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Hey Angels

Sorry for the radio silence, the store is undergoing a big server upgrade and then there will be an update here on the blog as to what we’ve all been up to as well as a bunch of new releases.
We shouuuuuuld be fully operational again tomorrow. Will keep you posted.
Stay safe out there Angels <3

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Got a call from another publisher…weird!

Hey Angels,

We had a few more kinks that needed a little ironing out on the site but we are like legit back up and running now.

But something weird happened. This NY publisher I knew back in my Wall Street days called me and offered me a bunch of money to basically close my store down and so they could have like the rights to my books, and said I should talk to the other store offers.

Wow. First Amazon doesn’t want me, then this big publisher wants me to close my store…I mean so they can pub me but still.

Alexis Angel doesn’t need some man…ahem yes he’s an acquisitions editor for a big pub…to like swoop in and his words

“take care of everything”

Like I thought he was going to tell me that I didn’t have to worry my pretty little head in a minute.

Didn’t he realize yesterday was international women’s day too like dude bad timing.

anyway I don’t ever want to leave you Angels and give up control of what I publish and talking to my readers. He had a lot of nerve to think I needed him.

We’re doing just fine, aren’t we?

I mean, I know the store is always growing and improving, but the answer isn’t to just let someone else take charge.

We’re a team. I of course told all the Angels and all anyone had to say was, heck noooooo this is our baby!

So yeah I was polite but firm. I’ll stick to my store, my rules.

That’s how it’s gotta be sometimes, ya know?

Happy Moanday Angels!

lol oh and when the conversation was over, about the publishing thing, he asked me what panties I was wearing. I was like, wouldn’t you like to know, and then hung up lol!!!!

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Bar Car

Hey Angels!

So I know we’ve been gone for a while and Natalie is chomping at the bit to talk about what she and Jock Sr. have been up to lol. 

Daphne is wanting to talk about this guy she met the night we all got cummed on lol. 

And Lana and I have been getting into some pretty depraved and sticky adventures. I think what’s happened is that I’ve corrupted Lana. Because the other day she was talking about how she used to be this good girl looking for love and now she’s a depraved sex fiend looking to cum lolol. But I was a bit worried and I was like awww babe what’s going on why are you sad and Lana was like back in the day she was going on dates and stuff looking to settle down. 

“And now things are going great and I’m definitely having more mind altering sex but at the end of the day, they all leave,” she says to me. “They don’t really stick around if my legs aren’t spread.”

But what about when we both bang a guy together? That’s what I asked. 

“Then they want to date you, but they don’t usually stay with me, because you’re just more glamorous than me.”

I don’t know what to say to that. I mean I think Lana is plenty glamorous but then Lana is like, “I’m more like the girl next door who you’re friends with. You’re the cheerleader guys want to fuck.”

Again, not sure what to say to that at all so I suggested that maybe we go out and have a few drinks and forget about it. 

I mean there’s more to the story of course and I’ll go into it tomorrow but I wanted to stop here because I’m really worried about Lana, Angels. How can I help her?

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And we’re back!

Did you miss us Angels?

We had some system maintenance to do and it was a bit of a doozy. The problem is with as many people visiting the site we have to constantly keep upgrading and sometimes that means we can’t do anything as we upgrade.

Anyways, so I was supposed to write a set of stories but I got done with it so I decided to make it into a complete set and so we put it in Angel Access.

Check out the cover!

More updates on all the Angels will start coming soon!

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Object of Affection

Hey Angels! I have a new series coming out and I wanted to show you what it looked like with the first chapter! Enjoy

Chapter 1


As I go for my morning ride with Becket, my horse, I can’t help but admire the beauty of the sunrise across the horizon, illuminating the lush wide planes of our ranch. I grew up to this breathtaking scenery, but it never gets old. This ranch is my home.

Although my mom and I were not originally from the United States, I love it here. We moved here when I was still a baby.  Suffice to say, I have no recollection of where I came from. 

I’ve had my curiosities. I mean, who doesn’t want to know about their roots? But Mom, she never talks about home, or why we left. I’ve tried to pry answers from her, but her lips are sealed tighter than a bull’s ass on-the-fly season. 

I eventually gave up and settled for not knowing anything about my home country. It helps that we’ve made a life for ourselves in the United States. As soon as we landed in the United States, Mom bought a piece of property just outside of town and turned it into the successful horse ranch it is today.

I, myself, don’t even look foreign. I’d like to think that with my copper-brown hair and green eyes, I look just like any other red-blooded American. Although, sometimes, my accent, the same accent of my mother’s, slips out. 

An accent of European royalty. 

I love my mom despite all the secrecy that surrounds her. She never dated or talked to any men, always being a full-time mother to me. She attends different events, such as Bingo Night, with her female friends from town, which I’m glad for.  

She could use the break and social interaction. But I can tell that even with her friends, she never once shared about her past.

I get back to the ranch house, checking for mail in our mailbox. To my surprise, there’s a formal-looking letter inside, and it’s addressed to my mom. I stare at it curiously, itching to just open the damn thing myself, but that won’t be very gentlemanly of me. 

“Ma! I’m back!” I call. 

She comes out from the kitchen with the usual warm smile on her face. 

“I’ve made us some pancakes,” she says in her accent. 

I nod, placing a kiss on her cheek.  

“Thanks, Mom. Oh, by the way, you’ve got mail,” I tell her, handing over the envelope that has piqued my interest.

Her face pales at the sight of the letter.  

“I need to sit down,” she says, walking over to the couch.

She opens the letter, glancing through whatever’s written on it, and her face gets even paler.

“Mom, are you okay?” I ask worriedly. 

“Alexander, my son. Would you be a dear and fetch me some water?” she asks.

I nod.  

“Anything you need, Ma,” I say, handing her a glass of water.

“Oh, dear,” she keeps repeating as though she’s in some kind of trance.

“Ma! What’s wrong?” I say, grabbing on gently to her shoulders to literally shake her back to her senses.

She snaps out of it, sighing deeply.  

“You’ll find out later, son. Just give me a moment to wrap my head around this,” she says, getting up to go to the kitchen.

“What? I get that you can be secretive, but you’re making me worry, Ma.” I tell her, following her to the kitchen.

“Let’s at least have some breakfast, Alexander. I’ll tell you everything you need to know later,” she says, gesturing for me to take the seat opposite from her.

We eat together in silence. Mom has that faraway look on her face again, and it’s killing me not knowing what’s making her that way.

The sound of our doorbell breaks the silence. Mom stands immediately and walks towards the front door in a hurry.

Who could that be?  I wonder.

I follow my mom and notice that she’s talking to two men in black suits. 

Are we in debt?! I worry.

I walk closer to the two men, not letting my nervousness show. 

“Anything I can do for you, gentlemen?” I ask. 

They look at me appraisingly, and it creeps me out. I glance over to my mother, who has a look of quiet resignation on her face.

She opens the door wider and invites the two strangers to come in.

My mouth hangs open at how easily my mom can trust these two strangers.

“Alexander, please sit. We have a lot to talk about,” she says, motioning for me to sit down beside her.

“Ma! You can be honest with me. Are we in debt?!” I ask, feeling frantic.

She chuckles, shaking her head.

“We aren’t in debt, Son. Now please, sit,” she says.

I plop myself down on the couch right beside her; the two men sit in front of us.

“Our mother country is a place called Gransylvia,” she starts. 

I feel this burst of excitement. Finally, after all these years of wondering, Mom’s opening up about our home country.

“My husband, your father, Nicholi, whom I married as part of an arrangement between our two families, was a very abusive man. He was a monster. I put up with him for years, but the moment I gave birth to you, I knew that I couldn’t let you grow up with that monster as your father.  

So, one night, when Nicholi was asleep, I packed a few of our belongings and fled from Gransylvia with you in my arms,” she continues, tears streaming down her face.

I take hold of her hand and squeeze it gently, urging her to continue.

“It would be so much simpler if Nicholi was just an ordinary man, but he was not. He was the son of the king of Gransylvia. He was the prince that was first in line for the throne, my son,” she goes on.

My father was a prince?!  My mind shouts. What in the fucking hell is happening? I grew up as a cowboy, and now I find out that my father’s a prince. Wait, doesn’t that make me a prince too?

“These two are your father’s advisors, Volkov, and Ischek,” she says, gesturing towards the men in black.

“When your mother left with you, your father ascended to the throne. Now that he’s dead, the throne is vacant. You are next in line, Alexander. We implore you to take your rightful place among your people. Your cousin, Stephan, who is next in line if you choose to abdicate your rights to the throne, is an evil man. He will make the people of Gransylvia suffer,” one of the men, who I believe is Volkov, explains. 

“And the only way for you to claim your rightful place is for you to be married,” the other one, Ischek, continues.

“What?!” I exclaim. I don’t even have a girlfriend. Being king is a big thing, but it’s something that I’m willing to handle, if only for the sake of my people. But a wife?! Where am I supposed to get a wife?!

“Ma, how am I supposed to find a wife?!” I voice out.

She looks thoughtful for a minute before a mischievous smile graces her features. “What about Elizabeth?”

Elizabeth.  She’s my childhood best friend. 

“That isn’t going to work, Ma. We’re just friends,” I say.

“You can always just dissolve the marriage after a few years. You can even get married right away since you two already know each other,” Ma says.

“Please, your highness. It is of the utmost importance that Stephan does not become king,” Volkov pleads.

I sigh deeply, deciding to give Elizabeth a call, asking her to come over. 

I can’t believe I let myself get talked into this.

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Natasha – Fin

Hey Angels!

Just to recap, Natasha, whose name we have changed has just had her tryst with Adrian!

The final lines were:

…We knew we couldn’t have sex. But I took down his phone number and he took mine down too. This is back in the days of AOL Instant Messenger so we even traded AIM names. Then I drove him down to where his car was parked.

We promised to stay in touch. But I never saw him again after that. Still, it was an amazing experience. I have never told anyone I work with and am a very well respected Calculus teacher now in a different school district. But every so often at the end of the day, I still think back to that encounter.

So here’s the question. Who would like to see a Filthy Fantasy be written about Natasha and Adrian?

If you would like that, please email or comment and we’ll start working on it!

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Natasha Part 3

Hey Angels!

Part Three of Natasha’s illicit encounter today!

…”Can I give you a ride?” I think I asked.

He told me he had his car parked across the street. I told him that was no problem, I could give him a ride over to it. He shrugged and said sure he’d like to ride.

I blushed again. Hard this time. He kept smiling.

He got in the car and we drove out of the school. He never even gave me any more directions. I just kept driving for a bit, heading to my apartment.

I had just recently moved in and I lived by myself.

When we got into my apartment complex I looked at him. I didn’t know anything about him, but I felt safe with him.

He asked me if we were going to my place.

I told him we were.

I parked the car and quickly got out. I don’t know why but him looking at me just got me so hot and bothered that I lost all train of thought.

Luckily my apartment was on the ground floor and I opened my door.

I looked at Adrian. He looked back at me.

“Did you want me to  come inside?” he asked me.

I remember nodding.

He smiled and came inside.

I was trembling. This was so crazy. I could get fired for this. I would never work again. To be honest I was only teaching so I’d have a steady schedule with plenty of time to take care of children when I had kids but I didn’t want to end my career before it began!

But then Adrian touched me and I forgot everything.

I literally threw my arms around him and kissed him.

I kissed him so hard and began rubbing my body all over his. Up and down.

He kissed back and his hands were all over me.

This guy…he’d definitely been around the block because he took my blouse off so fast. And my skirt. The next thing I knew I was just in my bra and thong.

“Turn around,” he commanded me.

I turned around and bent over, showing him my butt.

He slowly pulled down my thong and began to use his fingers on my pussy.

I couldn’t believe it. I exploded right there. That’s all it took.

After that, I needed him to hold me a bit longer while my knees stopped shaking before I got on my knees and took off his belt.

I blew him with all the skills I learned in college and he was wet and hard by the time he was out of my mouth.

We didn’t have a condom (I hadn’t planned the whole thing out) so instead I lay back down on my couch and he crawled over and stuck his tongue in me. He used his tongue to play with my pussy until I was thrashing and screaming.

I must have had three or four orgasms back to back. I sort of blacked out or I guess let the pleasure just take me away because the next thing I knew he was getting up on his feet.

I wanted to have sex. But we couldn’t because I didn’t want to get pregnant.

So I got back on my knees and began to use my hand and my mouth to get him off.

I looked up at him as I blew him and then told him to cum down my throat.

That did it. He unloaded all his cum inside me.

I guzzled and guzzled and tried to save a bit to keep on my tongue and show him afterwards.

The final part is coming tomorrow!!