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Secret Baby Peek

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.

Touchdown, Baby is available now, free in Angel Access, and is on sale for just $2.99 for a limited time! Grab it before it goes up to $4.99, or get it free if you’re an Angel Access member 🙂

Hope you like this chapter below – chapter 6!


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.

Keep Reading! Touchdown, Baby is available now, free in Angel Access, and is on sale for just $2.99 for a limited time! Grab it before it goes up to $4.99, or get it free if you’re an Angel Access member 🙂

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Crazy Sexy Love

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!


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Getting to Vegas Early!

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.


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!


Her solider - a military contemporary romance to read online by Alexis Angel

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The Liz K. Lorde Author Interview

Alright Angels!
The author interview for Liz Lorde is below!
We’ve explained what happens here. Before any author joins our crew, Alexis hazes the shit out of them with her interview. I went through it. Paige went through it. Natalie went through it. Lana goes through it daily. And now its Liz.
Although, to be fair, Liz was a great sport and able to stay on message much better than any of us. Although there were a few noticeable slip ups. Brought a chuckle to everyone.

Alexis: Hey Liz! You’re on the line with Paige, Daphne, Natalie and Lana. How are you today, babe?
Liz: Good, Alexis. How are you?
Alexis: I’m meh. You know. It’s a Monday.
Liz: Well, I’m sure I can find a way to cheer you up, dear.
Alexis: Well, tell us a bit about yourself, Liz.
Liz: Sure. I’m 33 years old. I live in Florida. I’m not married….hmm what else would you like to know?
Lana: When did you first start to write?
Liz: I published my first book on December of 2015. I haven’t really stopped since then.
Alexis: And you still publish on Amazon?
Liz: Yes I do. But I don’t write fast enough for Amazon at times. Also I like to write darker books. More romantic suspense and crime.
Alexis: Have you ever committed a crime?
Liz: When I was a little girl I once took some candy from a grocery store and began to eat it before we got to the cash register.
Alexis: So you write sorta dirty I see?
Liz: I love a good sex scene. I think the sex is an emotional payoff for the characters during their twists and turns in the story.
Alexis: Is this all from experience?
Liz: Some of it.
Alexis: Has anyone ever held your arms back as they fucked you doggiestyle on a bed? So you were just hanging as they thrusted?
Liz: Oh wow. No. No they haven’t.
Lana: What about choked you during sex? Like right as you’re about to cum?
Liz: Erotic asphyxiation? No, they haven’t.
Natalie: Have you ever had a guy cum into a glass and then mix it in with something and drink it? Letting some of it fall out of your mouth? And he sees you and gets hard again?
Liz: Nope.
Daphne: What about two guys? Have two guys ever done you at the same time?
Liz: Oh. Yeah. All the time.
Alexis: (Falling out of her chair) Wait. What?
Liz: Yeah. I have two boyfriends.
Alexis: They know about each other?
Liz: Yeah. We’ve been together for 6 months now. We have sex maybe two or three times a week.
Alexis: Do they throw you around like a rag doll?
Liz: I guess. But they’re very sweet actually.
Daphne: So when we wrote Triple Threat…you actually had that experience?
Liz: Well, not with three guys. I want to use a sex toy while I’m with them to simulate three. But with a real third man, I think they’d get jealous.
Alexis: Wait…they’re not jealous about each other but for a third guy they would be?
Liz: Yeah. Go figure.
Alexis: Wow. Ok. So you’re gonna fit right in, Liz.
Liz: Thanks!
Lana: Oh Liz! Do you usually write menage?
Liz: Actually, I prefer MF.
Alexis: (laughing) Well, let’s see if we can’t change that!

Liz has a new book out today on the store! And check out her book with me from yesterday!


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Welcome to our newest author – Liz K. Lorde!

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!


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The Paise Teller Interview!

So before any author begins working with Naughty Angel Publishing, Alexis does an interview to make sure that their values align with ours. That’s the technical reason. The actual reason is probably to haze them a little bit before they sign on. I went through it. Natalie went through it. I’m sure Lana goes through it every day – dealing with this curious creature we know and love that’s Alexis Angel.

Only this time…Paige seemed to be prepared and turn the tables on Alexis herself.

So without further ado, we give you the Paige Teller interview.

Alexis: Hey Paige, you’re on the line with Lana Angel. And also Daphne and Natalie!
Paige: Heyyyy girls! How y’all doing?
Alexis: Good. So this is just an informal interview to make sure everything is squared away and we’re a good fit.
Paige: Right. You don’t want someone who writes sweet and innocent stories on your dirty word site, huh?
Alexis: Well…actually…
Paige: I want to write filthy.
Alexis: Wow…so…
Paige: I want to write about cocks cumming all over my face. Like covering me with cum. And lots of them. The more the merrier. I want to write about getting fucked hard by three guys. Getting passed around like a rag doll while I don’t even know whose fucking me.
Alexis: Like you…or your characters?
Paige: I would love to have five guys fuck me at once, but I can only find one right now and that’s not all the time. We’re on again and off again.
Alexis: So how much do you write?
Paige: Give me a bottle of whiskey and a vibrator and I can write all day. I’ll only come up for air to eat.
Alexis: Wow
Paige: And then I want to take what I write and read it. Reading hot romance gets me so horny.
Alexis: Ya…me too
Paige: I used to write stuff and read it and go to a bar and pick up guys. I’d get on the mechanical bull and ride it and then do shots of Jameson. And then I’d go dance with my girlfriends. Usually I’d take a guy home and fuck his brains out.
Alexis: Oh my God
Paige: I’m looking for a guy that will defile me when we’re in the bedroom. Or wherever we have sex. And then treat me like a princess when we’re in public. But I want him to do the nastiest things to me.
Alexis: Ya that’s the dream
Paige: I want to write raunchy. I love dirty. After I get off this interview I’m gonna go get myself off because I’m thinking of everything I want to do.
Daphne: Paige, dear…
Paige: Oh no. Alexis said to have a few drinks before the interview! Am I going too far?
Alexis: Paige…you’re…
Paige: Oh god. Did I go overboard?
Natalie: Is that how you really think? What you just said.
Paige: (pausing)…yes.
Alexis: Paige…you’re…
Alexis: perfect.

So keep asking your questions. We’re going to update Paige’s bio and she’ll answer all the questions on tomorrow’s post!

In the meantime, as we were getting ready for her launch she, Lana and Natalie put a collection in the Filthy Fantasies collection all about domination and control. Check it out!


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Introducing Paige Teller – Our Newest Author!

Hey Angels!

During the company meeting of onboarding Paige I was the one that wanted to introduce our newest author because I think its so amazing that we have a store where we are now getting new authors to join. There’s a lot of legal paperwork and a lot of coordination but when they put their first book out, it’s an amazing experience. It makes me so happy I joined up with Alexis and Lana.

But enough about me. I’d like to introduce you to Paige Teller!

Paige joins us writing steamy contemporary romance and this is literally the first time she’s published anything. She has a lot of manuscripts that are either close to done or done but they’ve been sitting in her desktop gathering digital dust because she didn’t want to publish on her own and she didn’t know how to go about getting her words into print. But she loved to write.

Paige lives in Austin and how we met her was the funniest thing actually.

So Paige has a day job that she’s looking to quit. In her day job she’s a customer service manager for technical issues that happen for a web hosting company. And she just so happened to get a call from Alexis when the site went down back in November.

After dealing with Alexis, Paige started to ask about the site seeing that there were romance books being sold. Alexis started to talk about it, and somehow got Paige to talk to her outside of the normal working call. They started talking more and more and within hours Paige wanted to be a Naughty Angel.

Then the process started of Alexis introducing us to her. Paige had a lot of books written but they needed some polishing so for the last two weeks I’ve been working with her on that. She’s an amazingly sweet girl and we’re going to write some really dirty stuff together because Paige writes some really dirty stuff in general. I’m so excited!

So like I said, Paige lives in Austin. She’s got an on again and off again boyfriend who works in oil and gas. She’s looking to move. I’m trying to get her to move to where I am but she’s got other ideas. I’ve given her a login and account on the site and she’s going to be posting soon on the blog and in DLA!

Other than that, I thought the rollout of Paige would happen over the weekend. So here’s what I propose!

Drop your questions for Paige here in the comments! Tomorrow, I have the author interview that Alexis does with each authoer (God, do you remember mine?) and it’s funny too and we can post it. And then on Sunday Paige will answer all your questions about what kind of contemporary romance she writes and the kinds of novels she likes to read and everything you can think of. No question will be unanswered!

And then we have a few more surprises coming!

Please join me in welcoming Paige Teller!

Oh…you can find Paige’s newest release here! Just click the cover!

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Ok so I called them on Monday!

So I had told my newsletter that I had called Guy 1 and Guy 2 from New Years Eve but I hadn’t mentioned anything because 1) It’s really hard to get a open slot between all our authors to post on the blog and 2) I didn’t know if anything would happen so what point in raising peoples hopes.

So I called them both and asked each of them separately if they wanted to hang out and get drinks at my place. I rent a one bedroom apartment and there wasn’t any doubt when I said come over for drinks to my place to each of them that they had any doubt that sex would happen. I mean…I didn’t even say let me cook dinner for you. It was come over to my place and have drinks.

So Guy 2 showed up first and we have a drink to lighten the mood. He’s flirting with me and I’m enjoying it and we talk about New Years Eve and I mention that I’m also interested in Guy 1 and I tell him some of the things that Guy 1 and I did. Bear in mind, I’m telling this to him as I’m rubbing his cock through his jeans. And he’s getting hard.

We’ve made out a little bit at this point. And now I’m waiting for Guy 1 to show up. But I’m starting to get really horny because Guy 2 has a decent cock and I’m thinking okay what about an appetizer before I do anything.

Now this is my brain at this point. I’m thinking if Guy 1 comes over and sees that I’m already fucking Guy 2 then the mood will be ruined. Besides I want to be sophisticated and classy and an elegant slut like Alexis.

So I’m holding out. But I told Guy 1 and Guy 2 to show up at 7 pm. It’s now 7:59 and Guy 1 hasn’t shown up yet.

That’s when I get a text.

“Got caught up at work. Going to be a long night. Thought I’d be able to make it but can’t. Sorry!”

Ok. So Guy 1 is out of the picture for tonight. But momma needs some loving.

It’s amazing how quickly my clothes evaporated. It’s amazing how quickly Guy 2 had his clothes ripped off.

He bent me over the window sill and fucked the shit out of me. He was wearing a condom and then he came into it. I wanted to do something I’ve written about and read so I grabbed the condom.
And I put it into a martini glass. Sure, the glass had been earmarked for Guy 1’s drink but now it had Guy 2’s cum in it. Then I swirled in some club soda and took a sip.

All of a sudden Guy 2 is ready to go again. Gee. I wonder why.

This time I rode him for a while till I came twice.

We went another round and then we fell asleep.

Stay tuned tomorrow to find out what happened next!

And in the meantime, check out my release!

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Ok so if everyone is sharing New Year’s Eve stories…

So I don’t normally share as much as the other authors, but during our company meeting today Alexis basically wouldn’t stop until I agreed to share my New Years Eve story which I had recounted to her yesterday when she and Lana were trying to figure out what they did.

“You’re an angel now, babe,” she said to me. “You need to be comfortable with the other angels. We’re all a big family.”

Well…I don’t know that I would tell my biological family this story, but my smut family I can see would get a kick out of this.

So for New Year’s Eve, I went out with three of my girlfriends to dinner at a seafood restaurant. Afterwards we went to a sports bar that we normally go to at the end of the week. They had a New Years Eve special where it was open bar and champagne toast at midnight.

One of my friends also invited three other guy friends and they met us at the bar. Right off the bat, I am attracted to two of the guys.

Angels, I am dressed to kill at this point. I have my Michael Kors heels and I even showered (joking…or am I?)

I spend some time talking to Guy #1 as we have drinks and then I talk to Guy #2 and then both at the same time. The attraction is palpable with both and my friends notice.

“Which one do you like the best?” my friend asks me and I can’t answer.

Guy #1 goes outside to vape and so I’m talking to Guy #2 and after a bit I go to the restroom because I have a small bladder and the seal has broken. He follows to make sure everything is okay since its crowded and he waits for me outside the restroom.

When I get out, he’s waiting outside in the hallway and I smile at him. I’m totally feeling him. He smiles back and we just kiss. He’s a great kisser. I spend maybe ten minutes making out with him before he decides to go to the restroom and I head to the bar.

But Guy #2 is back and he’s laying it on strong. See…Guy #2 is strong and muscular and great looking. Guy #1 is also good looking but he’s smart and funny and he’s not in bad shape but he’s just impressive. Time stops with both guys. Before I know it I’m outside the bar with Guy #1 and I’m making out with him.

When we head back, there’s some awkwardness because Guy #2 saw Guy #1 and me come back in. This is where I tell the guys what I do for a living. I show them the cover of some of my books (they haven’t gone on sale yet) and they’re suitably impressed.

I spend the rest of the evening talking to both guys and now they’re intimidated.

“Do you normally date two guys at once?” they ask.

“Maybe,” I reply because I really haven’t ever but Alexis has just gone on and on about her threesome MFM and I figure I’ve lived through her (haven’t we all?)

“Do they know?” they ask.

“They’re usually best friends,” I reply. Okay now we’re talking about book boyfriends. But whatever.

It’s 11:59 and we begin our countdown.

It’s midnight and I kiss both guys together. I don’t know if their tongues touched but both of them grabbed me and I grabbed both of them. One guy was squeezing my ass. The other guy began to rub my tits. People stopped and watched us till we broke embrace.

We didn’t go home that night because right at moment my friend who had organized the whole thing threw up from drinking too much. Way to ring in the New Year, huh? Anyways, I took her home because she was visiting me and had flown in for NYE.

I got phone numbers. Alexis has been telling me for 24 hours to call them. But I don’t know.

Anyways, that’s my story! Let me know what you think.

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First chapter of “The O-Connection” by Daphne Dawn and Alexis Angel

Hey Angels! Do you remember The Love Connection? Well, Alexis and I have been working on a Naughty Angel equivalent – The O Connection: An MFMM Romance! Below is the first chapter. Let me know what you guys think!

As I sit in the reception area watching one of their older episodes, I squirm in my seat, a result of both nerves and the titillating content being displayed on the screen.
Two people—a man and a woman—are writhing around together on the TV, clothes ripped off in the heat of passion. They’re in some sort of tropical area it looks like—maybe their honeymoon—and their decision to relax in the hot tub has turned into a decision to fuck each other senseless while a camera films the whole thing. I let a barely audible sigh slip from my lips as I avert my gaze and try to focus, not wanting to make the blush in my cheeks any more obvious than it needs to be.
What sort of company plays a steamy sex scene on the TV in their reception or waiting area, you ask? The kind of company that holds auditions for a contest-type romance show. You see, the show known as ‘The O Connection’ holds a show that puts a small group of women and a small group of men together to interact, slowly voting members off of the show.
The purpose of it all for the women is to become a fan favorite and move into the final rounds, and hopefully be declared the winner, finding romance and lust in the process. Not only is it enticing in the fact that you have the potential to find your happily ever after in the arms of a handsome man, but when you win, the net work pays for your wedding, honeymoon, and a dream home for the happy new couple. Winning the contest isn’t over there though; the show actually follows the new couple through that entire process. They film the wedding, their honeymoon, finding the house, the move in process, all of it.
So, here I am, sitting here all riled up and cheeks flushed, waiting for my final interview with the producer and the director of the show. I’m obviously nervous, but not for the reasons that you may think. Sure, walking into an interview after watching something so hot that makes you squirm in your seat and blush nervously is risky, but that’s not it.
And to be fair, obviously the thought of having my romantic life documented and plastered over multinational television is a daunting one, but most of my nerves are coming from my reason for why I decided to audition in the first place.
You see, the whole reason I decided to audition for this show, is because of the charity that I run—The Clara Parker Foundation—and the stipulation clause that is attached to it.
It’s a childhood cancer charity that was founded by my Grandmother—also named Clara—and named after her. It fell to me when she passed to continue on her work, and I’ve been loving it ever since. It’s incredibly rewarding to be able to help kids in a situation where they otherwise feel helpless.
The kicker is though; there’s a stipulation in the contract of ownership that if I’m not married by my 28th birthday—which is fast approaching, I might add—then the company falls to my brother.
Let me tell you why that would be absolutely devastating for not only the foundation, but for the children and families that we help.
My brother is an irresponsible, incompetent, immature child who would ruin everything that my Grandmother—and I for that matter—have done for this charity, and it would cease to exist within months of him getting hold of it.
I can’t let that happen.
So, when I saw a commercial for this show and that they would be holding auditions close to home, I jumped at the chance. I obviously nailed my first interviews, and I’ve reached the final stage of selection before going onto the show.
The major difference between me and the other girls applying for this show is that not only do I want it, but I need it. I can’t bear the thought of my charity being handed down to my idiot of a brother, and coming out of this a winner is a sure fire way to make sure that doesn’t happen. This interview is my last chance to show them just how much they need me on that show, and no matter what they want me to do, I’m going to do it. I need this, the charity needs this.
I’m pulled from my thoughts as a voice rings out, my name being called to come in for my interview. I smile at the receptionist and thank her as she leads me inside, and I sit down in the chair just across from Damien and Miranda, the producer and director of the show.
They waste no time in grilling me with questions, asking me about different scenarios and making sure that I know that this show films everything.
“Oh, I’m aware,” I assure them, flashing a bright smile, “And I’ve got absolutely no problem with that. I’m not shy.”
That seems to please them both and I internally do a little dance when they both look at each other with a smile, making notes.
Damien leans forward on the table and grins at me, looking me up and down as he speaks. I’m used to men looking at me the way that he is right now and normally in an office or professional setting I’d be appalled, but I’m willing to put up with damn near anything to be accepted.
“Tell us Clara,” he croons, “What makes you a better candidate than, say, yet another blonde? You blondes are pretty easy to come by, you know. What makes you so special?”
I give him a sweet smile and cross my legs, pushing my arms together just a touch so that my breasts are on full display. He wants a woman who can stand out and be confident? I can do that.
“Well for starters, Damien, I’m not ‘just another blonde’; I’m the blonde. I saw how you were looking at me just there, and I know for a fact that even if you weren’t going to give me the spot on the show—which let’s face it, you are—you’d still try to fuck me. ‘Try’ being the operative word in that sentence.
Miranda laughs and I smirk as Damien is visibly taken aback, but impressed. He chuckles and nods as he leans back in his chair, the two of them turning to face me again.
Please, please, please.
“I was pretty sure that you’d be taking the last slot today,” Miranda said with a grin over to Damien, “But that little dig you gave to Damien secured it.”
Damien shrugs and offers his hand to me with a toothy grin, and my heart starts to pound in my chest.
“Congratulations, Clara, welcome to The O Connection.”