Author: Daphne

Hey Angels!

Wanted to tease a book that’s coming soon!

I’m a stripper… but I don’t do that.
I don’t sell myself. At best, I’m renting a view.
Until my father’s gambling debts are too high.
I can’t let anything happen to my family.
Even if it means selling my body.

Enter three filthy billionaires who want a private dance.
I know they’ll want more. And I’ll have to give it to them.

Dirty, sexy twins and their demanding boss all control me now.
My body is theirs. I dance for them. First their eyes take me in.
Then, their hands are all over my body. They’re going to devour me.

More than anything… I crave them. I want them to own me completely.

Can I save my soul? Or will I surrender it to these three alpha billionaires.

** This is a standalone reverse harem story. It contains steamy scenes and of course a happily ever after. **

coming soon!!!

Hello there Angels,

I guess I pulled an Alexis Angel yesterday leaving everyone on a cliffhanger. First off, speaking of Alexis and Lana, raise your hand if you got slightly turned on a little bit when she was explaining her story about how her and Lana and IT Guy started to have their threesome which devolved into just her and Lana. I mean those two have been through so much together that having sex seems like just the perfect thing for them to do haha. And, the things that each of them said that the other did to them really made me kind of hot just thinking about it.

So all during that time I have these images of these perfect goddesses licking and sucking each other and Alexis’ ex-dude is getting his dick sucked. I don’t know. Lets just say I gave my vibrator an intense workout and ended up all sweaty.

So that all leads me to being uncontrollably horny that night in the club. And Alexis says she saw me get up and begin to walk away as I gave those dudes a naughty grin. I don’t really even remember that to be honest. It’s like each of my nerves all over my body was tingling and my head was all dizzy from lust. Lust that was caused by my colleagues, mind you.

So this club is pretty crowded, and I was just looking for a quiet spot. I remember that. And the dudes get up off their chair and they follow me. We’re on the dance floor and both of their bodies are pressed up against me even though I want to go somewhere private. But I can feel their cocks straining against me, one dude is rubbing it along my ass crack and all of a sudden I’m very glad I wore something very thin so I could feel every inch of him.

I’m acting like a total slut at this point in the middle of the dance floor, but thankfully so is everyone else. It’s also pretty dark but still I know that if I do something really wild people are going to stop and watch.

I think Alexis realized this too because she and Lana come up to the three of us and she puts her hands around me and asks if I’m wanting to go somewhere with more privacy with my guys.

All of a sudden this night is now all about me. I nod and Alexis uses her executive voice and look (the kind that she uses during business meetings when she’s acting like the woman in charge) and asks one of my guys if he knows a place we can go. He doesn’t, but the other dude says we can go upstairs to the manager’s office. The manager is his brother and that’s how they got the VIP table in the first place – because of family connections.

I nod and Alexis and Lana nod too. The guys ask where they’re going and Lana is all serious when she says that they’re coming to make sure I’m okay. I know they’re doing it so I’m safe but we all know what’s going to happen upstairs. And the fact that they might be watching me makes me…excited.

I’ll have more tomorrow, Angels!

Daphne

Hello there Angels!

I haven’t posted in a while but when Alexis gets me to post, she sure knows the right ones to pick. 

So I’ll admit, I was feeling really pretty horny on this night in question. It had been building for a while but hearing about how Alexis and Lana just gave into their lust and went after each other with IT Guy really got my motor running. All I could think about was sweaty bodies and cumming. It got so bad that by the time it was time to go out that Friday night I spent at least fifteen minutes determining whether to just not wear panties that night. See, I knew I was going to get fucked. I wanted that cock inside me – and I wasn’t going to be that particularly coy for whoever the lucky guy was. I had an itch and I needed it scratched – hard. 

So when we got to the VIP booth, and there were two guys openly ogling my legs and staring at my tits all I could think of was “jackpot”. They were okay looking guys and I immediately sat between them. They each put a hand around me and scooted in closer during our conversation to the point where I was just sort of nestled into them.

To be honest, I wasn’t really worried that much. We all basically knew the same people in our circle and I actually knew where they worked. Being much more comfortable, I started to take the conversation to a much more sexual level. They had been flirting with me before but I took it to a whole new level when I asked them, “So you ever been with the same girl at the same time before?”

This brought them up short. I looked at each of them with what I hoped were smoky and sultry eyes and all their game suddenly disappeared. I was loving it. 

“Would you like to try?” I asked. 

Again, there was silence. I was running the show here. I decided that I would take it one step farther and see how much they’d give up. 

“As long as I can have your dicks in my mouth at the same time. Is that a dealbreaker?”

Big big pause. 

And then both of them say something to the effect of no that’s not a deal breaker. 

I bring my hand down to each guys lap and grab their at their crotch. They each have something decent they’re working with. Okay I can do this. 

Now the only question is where?

Hmm, I guess I’m coming back tomorrow to keep this going!

Love,

Daphne

Helllooooo Angels!

I love secret baby romance so much. The raw emotion pulls me in like nothing else. When Natalie and I were writing, this chapter had us holding each other from all the emotion.

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Hope you like this chapter below – chapter 6!

Shit.

I’m still shaking. It’s even worse than I thought it would be, trying to pretend that I don’t know Brady for who he is—the man who basically killed my sister. The man who brought a huge blessing to my family with Liam’s birth but a huge curse when Lucy died.

How the hell can I keep this up?

I slump down in my desk chair then lean forward to set all my photos upright again. Did he see the resemblance…that Liam is his Mini Me? Probably not.

Somehow, I don’t think his powers of perception are all that finely honed.

I run my fingertip down the photo of me and Lucy at graduation. Thank God he didn’t see that one. I’d need to be more careful.

For a moment I let myself think about what would happen if Brady knew he was Liam’s dad. It could make life pretty easy for Liam—a dad who was a pro football player could give him anything he wanted.

But I promised Lucy.

I touch her face, so carefree and laughing in the photo. “I miss you, Lucy,” I say. “And I’ll keep my promise not to tell Brady about Liam.” Then I giggle. “Although I guess I have to admit, I can see just a little of what you saw in him.”

I find myself thinking about Brady’s eyes, his muscles, and how my skin tingled just from brushing my arm against him. I shake my head.

Stop right there, Izzie, I think to myself. He broke Lucy’s heart, even if he never knew it. He’s bad news.

I sit back in my chair again, swiveling to look out the window and thinking about Lucy. She’d been so happy. I remember the day she told me about Brady Thomas for the first time.

“He’s amazing, Izz,” she told me that day as we sat in Brew Baker’s Café, just off campus. Her eyes had that dreamy look they always got when Lucy was in love, but somehow, this time, they sparkled even more. “Would you believe he’s an orphan like us?”

“That’s a big coincidence,” I said carefully, sipping my mocha. Lucy was always falling madly in love, then falling out of it with a thud a few weeks or months later.

“He was raised by his aunt and uncle,” Lucy continued, then frowned. “But they didn’t treat him so great, not like us with Gigi and Pappy. We were so lucky…” Her voice trailed off.

We both thought about our grandparents—about how warm and loving they’d been, even when they suddenly found themselves with two kids to raise just when they should’ve been thinking about enjoying themselves.

“Anyway,” Lucy continued, “he loves football. No, he, like, lives for football. He’s an amazing player, and he thinks it’ll be his ticket out of his old life.”

Football. Well, at least that was good. Although Lucy had a weakness for football players in general.

Lucy gazed into her mug with a little secretive smile. “I’m totally in love with him,” she confessed. As if this was something new and different.

“C’mon, Luce,” I said, unable to help myself. “If I had a buck for every time I’ve heard you say that, I’d be friggin’ rich.”

“It’s different this time,” she said quietly. “Really different. Real love.” Then she giggled again. “I’ve pretty much been living in his room.”

“Oh my God, Lucy, you’ve been having sex?” I said in a mock-horrified voice.

Heads turned to look at us, and Lucy turned bright red. But then we both collapsed into giggles.

“Well, I hope he’s good,” I said, and Lucy quirked her eyebrow and grinned.

I shake my head, gazing at the photo of Liam on my desk. My mind drifts, moving forward to a month later as Lucy’s sitting on her dorm room bed, wringing her hands, her face anxious.

“Look at it for me, Izzie,” she said, handing me the stick from the home pregnancy test. I take it from her with finicky fingertips—ewww—and look.

“How does this thing work?” I say, twisting the plastic stick.

“A plus or a minus. Plus yes. Minus, no.”

I peer in the little window, then look up and meet Lucy’s eyes. “Plus.”

Lucy slumped onto the bed. “That’s that, then.” She sighed. “Happy Mother’s Day, right?”

I stood there awkwardly, still holding the stick. Then I carefully dropped it into her wastebasket and rubbed my fingers against my jeans. “That’s…what? What’re you gonna do, Luce?”

“I’m keeping the baby,” she said, as if surprised I’d even ask. “Of course. Maybe Brady and I can move in together for real. I can get a job…I’ll have to drop out of school, but who cares?”

She probably wouldn’t. Lucy had never been all that crazy about school, and I thought she’d gone to college just for something to do. And to watch football games.

Lucy was smiling now, hugging herself, forgotten tears drying on her cheeks. “Our own place, maybe one of those campus apartments for married students…” She laughed with delight. “Married…”

I went over and hugged her. She was so happy that it was infectious.

Suddenly I sit up in my chair, thumping my feet angrily onto the floor under my desk. She was happy. And stupid.

Before she even tells him about the baby, Brady tells her that he’s transferring to another school, where he can have a better chance to play.

And it’s pretty clear that it’s not an arrangement for a guy with a wife and a kid on the way, and it’s also clear that he wants to break up with her, so Lucy decides to be noble and doesn’t even tell him she’s pregnant.

“I can’t,” I remember her telling me as we sat on our grandparents’ porch. “If I tell him, he won’t go, and he’ll ruin his chances for a pro career. This is his big break.”

“But, Lucy, it’s his baby,” I argue helplessly, angrily pushing my toes against the worn, splintery porch floor to make the swing move back and forth. The chains holding it up creak in protest. “You at least need to give him the chance to decide.”

“No.” Lucy was adamant. She had the steely, stubborn look in her eyes that meant there was no changing her mind. “He wants to break up with me anyway. I can tell.” Her resolve wavered for a moment, but I watched her take a deep breath, her mouth firm. “It’s better for everyone. I’ll tell him someday, when he’s gone pro.”

What if that day doesn’t come? How will you survive? I thought, but I just couldn’t say anything to her. “So what’re you going to do?”

Lucy gazed around at the porch, the familiar fields, and the yard. “I’ll live here, I guess. I can help Gigi and Pappy. And Gigi will love having a baby in the house again.”

I tipped my head back and focused on the beaded board of the porch ceiling, its paint flaking off. I wasn’t so sure that Gigi would be all that thrilled. “I’ll help you, too,” I finally offered, and Lucy gave me a smile and a sideways hug.

“Everything will be fine,” she reassured me. “And eventually I’ll be a family with Brady and the baby. And you, too, of course,” she added.

I get up from my desk, unable to sit still, bombarded by memories I don’t want to have. How happy she was when the baby, when tiny little Liam, was born, already the spitting image of his dad.

True to Lucy’s word, Brady had gone off to another school and then to a pro career without ever having a clue that he was a baby daddy.

But just two short weeks after Liam was born, I sat next to Lucy in the hospital as she was dying.

Puerperal infection. That’s what Lucy died of. A stupid infection picked up in the hospital, probably because she’d had to have a C-section.

She was fine when she and Liam came home, but then she lost her appetite, she always had the chills, and she complained of a headache. When she started running a fever, Gigi forced her to go to the doctor. But it was too late.

“You’ve got to promise me something, Izzie,” Lucy had said faintly that day in the hospital. She was ghostly pale against her pillow. “If…if I’m not around…”

“You’re going to be fine!” I insisted, almost angrily, as I clutched her hand, but she shook her head.

“Whatever happens,” she said, struggling, “you have to promise not to tell Brady about Liam.”

“Why, Lucy? Why?” I asked, feeling like my heart was already being torn in half. “Liam is his son, and Liam will need him. No matter what.”

Lucy closed her eyes briefly. “No!” she whispered. “There’s no reason now. Liam’s better off with you and Gigi and Pappy. Promise me that you’ll take care of him, of my beautiful boy, and that you won’t tell Brady. Ever.”

I was only sixteen. How could I promise to take care of a baby? But Lucy was my sister, the dearest person to me in the whole world, and I’d do anything she asked.

“I promise,” I said, kissing her. “I’ll always take care of Liam. And I won’t tell Brady.”

“Thank you, Izzie,” Lucy whispered again. I sat there, holding her hand, until she died a few hours later.

I dash my hand angrily across my eyes, wiping away tears. That moment eight years ago still as vivid as when it happened.

God fucking dammit. I promised Lucy. I promised.

And I’d keep my promise. I have a good job, and I can take good care of Liam.

And as far as I’m concerned, Brady Thomas is nothing. Zero. Zilch.

He’s just another muscled, meaty football player. I’ll try to get him to put something in his mouth besides junk food, which is my job, but that’s it.

He caused my sister’s death, even if he never knew it, and I’d be happy if I never had to see him again.

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Hey Angels!

So Natalie explained yesterday about the post Alexis-IT Guy situation but I never really talked about the night after I met Mr. Craps and he brought me to sweet delicious climax with his fingers. So that’s my story for today!
Because you got to realize, I still had like a day or so left before all the girls got there and I had just had a taste of what Mr. Craps could do with his hands. I wanted to see what he could do with his mouth. And his cock.
I went upstairs that night and I just kept thinking about how powerful he was. He was so super confident and in charge of everything. He knew exactly what he was doing and who he was doing it to. He didn’t apologize or make any excuses for his behavior. He just saw something he wanted and took it.
I don’t know about you, Angels, but that turns me on super hard.
So the next day when he texted me earlier than expected I was a bit surprised but very, very happy.
He took me to lunch at Lavo, which is an Italian place in the hotel overlooking the Strip and I was melting just being with him.
He had on a dark grey blazer and a light blue shirt and he was actually great at conversing too. Most people I’ve met who are as confident and self-assured as Mr. Craps are all like into themselves and into their devices and way too caught up in what they’re doing – because the thing about them is that they’re always working. They’re always on. They never stop.
Anyways, so after lunch we walked through the casino a bit and then he turns to me and looks at me.
“I’m going to take you up to my room,” he tells me.
“Okay,” I say with a smirk. “What are we gonna do up there?”
“I’ll show you.”
And I’m like wow. Ok.
So we go up to his room. He’s got a suite that’s bigger than mine. That’s a relief. I’d be super disappointed if he had a smaller room than me.
We start to make out and he squeezes my ass.
“Get on the windowsill,” he tells me and I’m like wow. The windowsill is large enough for me to lay down on.
That’s where he starts exploring my body.
First with his hands. I cum at least twice.
Then he takes my clothes off and starts exploring with his tongue. I just go crazy.
By the time he actually puts a condom on and gets on top to fuck me, I’m already a mess. I’m like a lump of flesh on the surface of the windowsill and that’s when the real fun begins.
I think that dude fucked me in at least like ten different positions.
But he never left the windowsill. He said he wanted Las Vegas to watch as we fornicated.
In between orgasms and when I had conscious thought I actually was able to see cars and people going about their lives.
I lost track of time.
By the time we were done, I needed his help to walk.
I looked at the clock as I went to shower. I was covered in sweat and cum. The clock read 8 pm.
We had gone up to his room at 2.
It was insane, Angels.
He told me that he was going to San Francisco the next day and he’d be there for at least three weeks and I should go visit him. I’ve been at Alexis’ neighbor’s place now for the last three days and I haven’t texted him yet.
Mainly because while the sex was fun, it was so freaking intense that it kinda scared me. Like it was almost a visceral experience that I saw my life flash before my eyes, you know?

Anyways, let me know what you think.

Also, you remember during New Years Eve I met those two dudes, Guy 1 and Guy 2?

Well, we didn’t end up quite the way I wanted to…but I wrote about them. If you remember the blog post, then this story I wrote is totally about them. I mean I changed a bunch of the circumstances but the banter between the two guys was just like that. The sex is super dirty and I tried to capture as much of it as possible. It’s a dirty cover too…just the way I like it! You should check it out!

Hey Angels!

So as you know I got to Vegas a few days earlier than everyone else. I really had nothing to do and I figured what the hell. Go and enjoy a few nights before everyone comes over. I don’t know what exactly I had in mind that I wanted to do but I didn’t want it to be boring.

Plus I had reward points on my card and I decided okay this isn’t a bad way to go spend them. So I checked into the Venetian a few days early and got to my suite. The first night I just ordered room service and worked on my release. I know. That sounds super tame but I wanted to soak up Las Vegas you know? I had a few glasses of wine and some pasta and took a bath and went over my manuscript and then got a good nights sleep after playing with my vibrator and watching some porn on television. Pretty normal night.

The second night, I went to the spa at the hotel and got a spa treatment that left my knees like jelly. It was so luxurious and amazing I couldn’t help but take a nap during the afternoon after I got back.

That night though, I dressed up and went down to the bar at the casino. I had a black wraparound dress that has always worked for me whenever I go out in public by myself looking to get laid. I got myself a drink and sat down to wait.

I didn’t have long. Two guys came up to me and started talking. I talked to them for a few minutes but I wasn’t feeling them and I politely told them I was waiting for a friend. They didn’t get the hint at first but eventually drifted off. Then another guy came up and I was thinking if maybe I was getting the right vibes from him but he got a call and stepped away and never came back.

Okayyyy….

Finally. Just as I was finishing my drink a guy stepped in. Slightly older. I could see some gray hair in his eyes. He asked me if I wanted another drink. I said sure. I smiled. This guy was definitely what I was looking for.

“Only if you play craps with me,” he said and I smiled. Okay I could do that.

We got a drink and went to the craps table. I wasn’t playing, but I watched him as we won some and lost some. The dealer though had me roll the dice on several occassions and each time I bent over, I could feel his hand on my ass. So…I wiggled it and flexed it a bit for him. I smiled as I did it because he was just so classy.

He had on a nice black suit with spotless black shoes. His watch was expensive. And he had a chiseled face and perfect posture.

The last time I threw the dice he cheered. I didn’t know how to play craps but he won a nice chunk of change and told me we needed to go celebrate.

So we went to a dark and sensuous champagne bar. We were seated in a booth that gave a lot of privacy.

He had his arm around me and was caressing my outer thighs where my dress rode up.

“I should reward you,” he whispered as we drank our champagne some time later. I mean we were talking about other stuff but this came in conversation.

“I mean for winning you a lot of money I don’t think I should blow you,” I teased. I don’t know why I said that but he grinned.

“But I can do this,” he said, and his strong hands immediately went up my thighs and settled on the fabric of my thong right above the entrance to my pussy.

He had some big, strong hands. And he found my clit as he went under my thong and began to rub me in circles. I almost dropped the champagne flute and put my head back as he began to knead at my pussy and before I knew it….I was cumming in the restaurant.

Now it was dark in there and it was also 1 am but there were some people. But the private nature of the booth meant that we got away with it. Also the fact that it was in public was insanely hot!

Have you guys ever done anything in public Angels?

Anyways, Craps Man told me he was in town for one more night. I straightened up a bit after he gave me one more quick orgasm and then we walked to my elevator since were staying on separate sections of the hotel. We made plans to meet up the next night. And I went upstairs and slept the sleep of the dead, totally satisfied.

Today’s new release is a suspenseful page turner from Lana. I totally think y’all will enjoy it! Check it out!

Yay I am on a roll. First I got to introduce Paige and now I get to introduce my dear friend, Liz!

I want to introduce Liz K. Lorde to the store! Liz has written with me in the past and we published a book today that we had worked on before. I’ve been trying to convince Liz to make the jump over to the store for a while now and finally a few days ago she agreed!

But we were already processing Paige so we had to time this to come afterwards. We know the drill right, angels?

Ask your questions. I’m introducing today. And then we’ll go over the author interview tomorrow. And then Liz will answer questions after that!

Also thanks to Liz. With her book that we wrote we’re back in the Featured Books section. Whew!