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New York Daily Journal News Story!

Hey Angels! So we got another submission from a male author and he’s basically written something hilarious I think but I wanna have you guys check it out and give me your thoughts first. His note is below:

Hey Alexis. I’ve read most of your books when you were on Amazon and breaking the charts. I saw you were taking submissions on your blog and I thought I could do a better job. I’ve never published anything yet but I put this news article together based on some of your early stuff that I read. Let me know if it’s any good or you’d want to work together. Sincerely, (NAME REDACTED)

If you’re familiar with classic Alexis Angel then this should be entertaining. If you’re not, then I’ll put the books this relates to at the end of the news story. So here we go!

Billionaire World in New York City Shaken To It’s Core!

By Mona Cox, staff writer for the New York Daily Journal

New York City – The billionaire class that works, plays, and eats in New York City was shaken to its core today when the world famous restaurant Per Se, located in the Time Warner Center, announced that they were closing their restaurant to all further bookings. A spokesperson for the restaurant announced that they had been booked solid for the next 365 days.
“It’s not even that we’ve sold all our tables for dinner,” he said. “It’s that these billionaires have come in and rented out the entire restaurant on particular nights just so they can eat alone with their dining companion.”
A typical dinner at Per Se will easily cost $1000. It’s not uncommon for the restaurant to service just one seating of guests and guide them through an 8 course tasting menu paired with wines and cocktails and followed up with dessert.
“We have no need to even have a changing menu with a booking for the whole restaurant each night,” Head Chef Joseph Conrad said. “We’re just serving a billionaire and his alpha woman. The billionaire is obviously trying to get laid. There’s no doubt about it when they come in. They have flowers and the woman comes in and then they’re all over each other as they leave and get in a limo to go to the billionaire’s apartment at One57.”
In almost a cruel twist of fate, the apartment building One57 announced today that it would not be accepting any new applicants to move in, citing that every apartment was already purchased by a billionaire.
“I didn’t even know this many billionaires lived in New York City, and that they were all trying to live here,” Mark Corocoran, property manager for One57 said. “It’s like they read about us in a book or something.and all decided that they wanted to move here.”
New York City has in recent years been beseiged by a bevy of handsome, modelesque billionaires who haved all specifically moved into One57 and/or eaten at Per Se. They’ve purchased limousines that many New Yorker’s have mentioned rock side to side when idling in traffic, as they’ve engaged in sexual relationship with similarly driven alpha females.
“You can’t throw a rock without hitting a billionaire nowadays, you know?” Joel Norman, who works in Midtown Manhattan said. “Used to be they were just a bunch of old geezers who made their money. Nowadays they’re all handsome, rich, and cut. They bench 200 pounds and love taking off their shirts randomly. I’ll be walking into Starbucks and there’s a billionaire taking off his shirt and just fucking standing there waiting for someone to take a picture. I just wanna get a cup of coffee and this dude is standing there shirtless. If he wasn’t there I’d get a fucking donut but instead I just get the rice cake.”
It remains unclear what the recent upswing in billionaire activities will do to this city, but one thing is clear. There are many more billionaires being created. And they’re all coming to the city. Only time will tell what the effects are.

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Winebar knocked on my door….

Well he didn’t really knock on my door more like rang the buzzer. And I wasn’t really there to let him up it was Lana who was like “who is this?” to herself as she said yeah come on up when the doorman called and said we had a visitor.
I was in my room, and Lana was in her room writing Brothers Who Brandy (which is the next sequel of They All Love Me but she won’t let me see what happens so don’t ask me. Seriously I want spoilers).
Anyways so apparently he’s on his way upstairs and then he rings the buzzer on the door.
And Lana is writing and she listens to music when she’s writing and the only reason she answered was because the doorman calls our cell phones. I didn’t pick mine up because I’ve let Lana be the responsible one – which means sometimes answering the door on a Sunday morning – and anyways I was busy. Can you guess with what? 🙂
Anyways she doesn’t hear the buzzer because when Lana is writing she listens to music really loud.
So I heard it and I’m like hmm what to put on to answer the door. Getting into panties is too hard so I just grabbed a throw blanket from the couch in my room and wrapped it up.
I open the door and…


“Alexis” he says to me. “I just came by to see how you were doing”

I’m fucking speechless.

“I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea when you FaceTimed me and I was hanging out with my cousin,” he says. “I was just busy with some family stuff.”

I’m still speechless.

“She had to crash at my apartment for a few weeks but she’s finally got her shit sorted and moved out last week,” he continues. “I came over right after to talk to you.”

Oh. My. God.

Please universe do not do this to me. This is why we’re so late on the blog post today. Because I had to call an emergency author meeting with the company authors and be like I need to post. But first I need to figure out what just happened.

Because it doesn’t end there.

Remember I said I was busy in my room?


IT Guy walks out.

Naked. From my room.

His dick hanging out. See when I said I was busy and why I didn’t answer the phone call when the doorman called was that I was busy shucking myself on IT Guy because he was coming over to do something that’s called “backing up” the store to make sure that all personal details on orders are removed to protect all the customers and to make sure the store is saved in case of catastrophe.

So that’s perfect time for me to suck his cock and get him to take his clothes off and give it to me.

Except in the middle of that WineBar knocked on my door.

And he just stood there as IT Guy came out and he’s like “Hey Alexis, whose this?”

I’m still sorting through my thoughts.

What happened to Alexis Angel? She wants to hide away from the world 🙁

By the way, Liz Lorde has a book out today. It’s below. I’m gonna read that because it’s got twists and turns but at least a HEA. And I need a HEA.

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Hello Angels! Time to Answer Your Questions!

Hey Angels!

Thank you for the warmest of welcomes the last few days! Just a quick note, my new email that they set me up at is I’m still getting set up with Facebook pages and the like but it’s happening slowly! I’ve never published anything before so this is a really big culture shock for me. It’s overwhelming at times. There’s so much more to being an author than just writing I’m realizing. But it’s fun. With Daphne (who has guided me a lot) and Lana, Natalie and Alexis, I’m having a blast!

So we have some questions I’m going to answer. And now that I’m finally on the site I’m going to redo my author bio with the answers to some of your questions!

Lets start!

So someone said I remind them of Alexis. I’ll take that as a compliment.

Someone else said they’re about to go find their honey and spend the afternoon in a most enjoyable Angels way. I’m hoping they got laid really hard. Like the thrusting was so hard that the bed moved haha. That’s a fantastic way to spend a lazy Sunday. Because….that’s what I did. Except it wasn’t my ex-boyfriend. It was his best friend.

Yes, I’m having a bit of an affair with my ex’s friend. But it’s okay because my ex and I are broken up for several weeks now and I was getting horny. We don’t have any kids together and we never really moved in. But it’s so dirty. He pulls my hair back and is like “does Trevor know I’m here fucking you” and I’m like no and it feels exciting and dirty. I can’t describe it.

Anyways, questions. So I got a question if I use real life experiences or bucket list items for my sex scenes.

I’m using real life experiences for my sex scenes always. Here’s what I think. I can’t really write about it properly yet because I’m not a good enough writer to imagine it. The only exception is for menage. I don’t have as much experience with two or three or more dudes to write that. But the undressing, sucking cock, having the guy go down on me, or just talk is all from experiences.

So when did I want to be a writer?

I think I wanted to be a writer ever since I was in college. I got pressured to go into computer science because that’s what would pay bills and not English literature like I wanted. But after working in IT for several years it wasn’t as fulfilling. I am still doing it because I just had one book published but my goal is to quit and be a full time writer eventually.

How old am I? I am 28 years old. I’ll be 29 in August.

What’s my favorite food. I’m going to have to say anything from Whataburger.

So what got me into writing dirty? Well, I’ve always been very sexual. I used to masturbate a lot when I was 11 or 12 and never stopped. Eventually I wanted to save some of the ideas that were going through my head and I always liked writing so I put the two together and voila – that’s how I started.

When did I lose my v-card. Pretty late in life. I was 22 and the guy I lost it to was 25. We dated for a year after that but eventually he had to move away.

Have I tried the dirty with the boyfriend(now ex) of mine. I do but I’ll be honest. He can’t keep up with me. I want it constantly when I’m with him and he just does not. He does like 5 minutes of thrusting and it’s good but it’s over too fast. I didn’t always cum with him either. I had to take care of myself but he wasn’t always the best lover. He did other stuff that was good though and it made up for it but more and more I think I need a sexually compatible person.

A dirty nickname for myself is a question.

I’ll go with Filthy Angel. The girls here all call me IT Angel (and trust me I see a million places to improve the store) but Filthy Angel sounds more fun!

What kink do I like the most? I am a big fan of girl on girl. I’ve had a bunch of experiences with one other girl and a guy and nothing turns me on sometimes like another girl.

What kind of romance I do I like writing? I enjoy contemporary romance as long as there is no cheating and there is a Happily Ever After. Seriously the sex doesn’t matter unless there’s a solid and sweet ending to it.


And finally, you can find my books here:



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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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Check Dirty Lil’ Angels!!!

OMG Babes!

So today is my day to post on the blog and I wanna just say something real quick. We have a section in Dirty Lil’ Angels where we ask people to give us their opinions and thoughts on what would make the store and forum better.

So yesterday we got a suggestion from a member (you know who you are and it’s awesome) asking why we can’t do takeovers. And the fact of the matter is that we totally can and it’s a fantastic idea. Everyone here is excited! Daphne and Natalie are like omg yes! Lana and me are like jumping up and down. We also have two new authors but they’re secret till their books are ready and they’re like omg yes!

So we’re gonna do takeovers! It’s gonna start on Friday and be from like 7 pm EST for an hour. The best part about DLA takeovers I think is that we can do them in real time too. So it’ll actually be like a party because its either gonna be in a post or in the big chat room so we can even all listen to music that’s the same and have fun with games and prizes and giveaways and all be on the same page together!

I’m so excited because it means that our store transcends from being just a store…to a community of Angels.

If you haven’t joined DLA yet, go do so.

I think the lineup will be like a new author every week and then we’ll obviously cycle through as needed but it gives people the chance to interact more and have more contact with all the authors.

I am so excited about this. Sure I have stories of IT Guy and Gym Dudes who are back in my life now that my flu is gone. So I also had some great responses for my sinus infection.

Here are some responses I got:

Amanda writes:

In regards to your sinus headache try a room humidifier to put moisture back into the room. It may or may not work but I would try. I sleep with one every night and it helps mine some

Chelsea writes:

If you can, try taking Sudafed for your sinus issues! I swear by it!

Jeanne writes:

I use Doterra peppermint oil for my sinus headaches. I buy the roll on and roll it on my temples, across my forehead, and across the back of my head at the bottom of the skull where the sinus points are back there. It works better than any over the counter medicine I have ever used!

Maria says:

Regarding your sinus congestion, use saline nasal spray (3 times each nostril), blow your nose, then one spray of Flonase in each nostril. It’s not a steroid but you can only use Flonase once per day and you can get it over the counter. You can use the saline nasal spray as much as you need to to keep your sinuses clear and not dry.

Ramona says:

You could always try having a humidifier in your room to see if that helps, it helps me with my sinuses during the winter when everyone else needs the heat.

These are just a few of the comments. Thank you so much for all your comments!


Check out DLA!!!!!

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So Guess Who Is Coming For Dinner?

So Natalie is on the phone and we’re using my account but basically this is Lana and Natalie writing this message, Angels.

We have some exciting news. I recently found out from our downstairs neighbors that they are leaving at the end of the month. Alexis and I spoke to the landlord (he has a strange attraction to the both of us) and asked him sweetly if our friend could potentially move in on a month to month basis. Natalie would still be keeping her house that she lived in with Hot Doctor until her divorce had completed but in the meantime she’d be living below us.

Our landlord agreed! And Natalie isn’t really paying the mortgage or the rent on that house so she’s got the funds to potentially move in and maybe stay a month here and a month there or however she finds is best.

Obviously we’re going to have to find a roommate for Natalie (I keep saying that there needs to be an author out there looking for a place to live but we’ll see how that goes).

However, just imagine it, Angels. Natalie Knight living in the same vicinity as Alexis Angel and Lana Angel. This townhouse would become more of a sorority than anything else.

Alexis said “sorority of smut” before she went to sleep this morning (she was up all night writing her latest project). But it would be amazing. The creative juices that would flow. The potential for collaboration.

Realistically, I know we can’t get every single author who publishes through Naughty Angel Publishing to live in the same vicinity, but this is what happens when you get a bunch of like minded people who like sex and write smut – you create a positive environment of support and camaraderie.

Natalie was talking to me about something else.

So, ever since I moved in with Alexis, I haven’t really had any sex. And Natalie hasn’t had any sex since her “husband” left. We were talking about bonding as celibate sisters until we can get some again.

I don’t know why I haven’t gotten any action recently. I think a part of me is still not sure I’m ready to let go of Mr. Lana Angel. I know it’s silly, but a part of me is also thinking I need to wait until I get my divorce to have sex with someone other than Mr. Lana Angel.

And this is why I wanted to write the update today. Because I want your advice, Angels. Do you guys think it’s silly that no sex is happening until my divorce is finalized? I spoke to Natalie about this and she mentioned that after the emotional turmoil (which you can read in DLA) sex was the last thing on her mind for a while. She’s maybe ready to get back in the game soon but she’s not in any hurry. This in contrast to Daphne or dare I say Alexis who are looking to fuck their way through 2019. Not sure if it’s just me or something I need to deal with.

Thoughts welcome!

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So WineBar Called Yesterday…

Just out of the blue. I was hanging out with IT Guy and we were having a little bit of a major conversation.

I was telling him, “Listen, I just want to be upfront with you, but I’m seeing other people.”

He looks at me, and I think he’s gonna be upset. But he’s like “That’s cool. I’m not seeing anyone else right now, but if it makes you more comfortable then I can.”

And I’m like whoa.

If it makes me more comfortable? So I asked him and he was like “Yeah I don’t want you to feel like you’re not being faithful to me or whatever just because you’re seeing other people and I’m not. I don’t think that.”

And I’m like, “Wait, you just have pots on the burner you can call in?”

And he smirks and is like yeah. And I’m like no I call bullshit. We’re sitting in the park and he’s like “Fine. If you want I can just pick someone up in front of you and date them while you figure things out.”

So this is pretty fucking morbid babes but I had to see this. So I was like…uhmm….okay.

“But,” I said “I get to pick the girl.”

He shrugs and is like yeah ok.

So we go to a bar in the other side of the city and I survey the crowd and I’m like okay any female here is okay to pick up and he’s like sure whatever.

So he just walks over to this girl, apropos of nothing, and starts chatting her up lol.

I’m completely flabbergasted and he talks to her for five minutes, puts her number in his phone and walks back.

“You want me to pick up some more that way we’re even?” he asks and I’m like what the hell.

I have him pick up three more girls and ladies I swear to you IT Guy is batting 100% at this point!

I cannot believe it.

Yeah then Winebar called as this was happening. That was the title of this post right?

What did I do?

I put it on silent and let it go to voicemail because this was way too intense. I could not believe what I was seeing.

IT Guy – I gotta hand it to him. He has a way with the ladies. I had no idea because we were friends first before we did anything.

I gotta say…I’m impressed.

I mean Gym Bros have good bodies but IT Guy isn’t repulsive. And this wasn’t some trick either because these girls actually texted him when we left. I couldn’t help but scowl at them because right then I was like stop looking at my man lol.

Anyways, let me know your thoughts angels!

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Sneak Peek of my latest story….

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Hey babes! So below is chapter one of the series that I’m about to finish! Let me know your thoughts…

My relationship dies today.
Don’t get me wrong—I don’t get off on breaking hearts, and I’m definitely not a cold-hearted bitch. Well, at least most of the times.
Today, though, is a special occasion: I’ll get paid to break a heart and be a cold-hearted bitch.
“Here’s fine,” I tell my driver, leaning forward and gently laying my hand on his shoulder. With a quick nod, he pulls up to the curb and jumps out of the driver’s seat to get my door. Stepping outside, I use my hand to shield my eyes from the morning sun, a smile spreading across my lips.
What a beautiful day to kick ass.
“I won’t be long, Mark.” I let my gaze wander toward the apartment building right in front of me, my eyes drawn to one of the windows on the 17th floor. My floor. Or Peter’s, really. Both our names are on the contract, at least for a couple of hours more. After I’m through with this, the first thing I’m going to do is cross my name off the lease.
“Good luck, Ms. King.” Tipping his hat off at me, Mark lets a knowing expression take over his face.
“Don’t need it,” I reply, taking a deep breath as I ready myself. “But thank you.”
With that, I start my march toward the apartment building.
Cue the music and pay attention—this is my intro shot.
Louboutins on my feet, Hermes bag in my hands.
A smile on my face, and ice on my heart.
The name’s Alexa King, and I’m the best damn fixer there is.
Never heard of me? Don’t worry, I’m not in the fame game. I’m too busy cracking skulls and fixing problems to worry about having my face on the cover of some vapid magazine.
Those who matter, they all know my name.
Most times I work in the shadows, operating behind the scenes, and that’s how most my clients prefer it. When you spend most of your day sweeping issues under a proverbial rug, the shadows quickly become your best friend.
See, whenever someone important needs a problem to go away, it’s me they call. Curiously enough, I’m the last person they call. Not because I’m not good at my job, but because I’m the best at it. After all, you only call for the big guns after you’ve already hit the emergency button.
“Good morning, Ms. King,” the doorman greets me as he pushes the door open.
“Good morning,” I greet him in return. “Is Peter still in?”
“Yes, he is, ma’am.”
There’s nothing better than going home for a quick visit during the morning and have your long-term boyfriend already there, waiting for you. Especially when you’re planning to break-up with him—I’d hate to come home just to head out again and look for his sorry ass.
When I finally get to my floor, I hesitate before sliding the key into the lock. Shifting my weight from one foot to the other, I consider the best way to approach the situation. Peter’s ass has to go, there’s no doubt about it—I’m just not sure on what the best approach is. Do I put him down gently, or do I go in hard?
“Go hard,” I mutter under my breath, solving that riddle in half a second. The fact he’s my boyfriend should award him a few compassion points, but I really don’t care—he’s the one that screwed up. Besides, I’ve never really understood why I started to date him in the first place.
Maybe it was his easy smile, or his confident attitude.
Maybe I thought it was time for me to settle down.
Either way, Peter Rivera was a mistake from the start. I’m not in the habit of making mistakes, but I’m damn good at fixing them. It’s time I fix this one as well.
Not that any of this is personal…it’s just business, babe.
Peter Rivera, my soon-to-be-ex, is Maxxon Oil’s anointed heir. The only son of Anthony Rivera, the founder and owner of one of the biggest oil companies operating in the western hemisphere, Peter is bound to inherit the whole company and a cool two billion when his father finally passes. Thing is, Peter doesn’t like to wait. Even though he’s already on Maxxon Oil’s executive board, he’s an impatient one.
I just had no idea how impatient.
No more than a week ago, I was hired by one of Maxxon Oil’s rivals company to make a problem go away: someone was extorting their own executives, using all kinds of compromising material to have them give up on a bid for a drilling site. I did some digging, and it turned out my sweet corrupt boyfriend was the one behind it. He was planning to create a subsidiary for himself, one from which all profits would flow into his own pocket, and he was looking to secure the first drilling site by twisting arms and pressuring people.
That ends today.
In just a few minutes, I’m gonna lay him flat on his ass, and then I’m going to call my client and tell him that the problem’s solved. After that? Collect my check, and move on. In this line of business, feelings just get in the way.
“Peter,” I start as I open the door. “We need to—”
“YES, MISTRESS!” Peter groans, his voice almost a scream. “I’ve been very bad, and I deserve to be punished.”
Well, shit.
With both hands on my hips, I narrow my eyes and take in the scene in front of me. Peter’s on all fours on the floor, wearing nothing but his boxers and socks, and there’s the heel of a leather boot sitting right between his shoulder blades. A boot belonging to a woman clad in tight leather, a punishing expression on her face and an even more punishing looking riding-whip on her right hand.
“Am I interrupting?” I ask as I slam the door shut. That’s enough to get Peter’s attention. He looks up at me, his eyes widening as he realizes I just caught him cheating on me with what looks like a BDSM biker from hell.
“Alexa?” The moment he says my name he falls back on his ass. “I thought you’d be working all day. You said that—”
“That I had an assignment, yes. Turns out, the assignment’s you.”
“What…is going on?” The woman standing in the middle of our living room asks, looking from Peter to me, the whip hanging limply from her hand. “You never told me anything about a third party, Mr. Rivera. That’ll cost you more.”
“Oh, you have no idea how much it’ll cost him,” I tell the woman, doing my best not to grin. I should be crushed right now—I just caught my boyfriend cheating on me with a BDSM escort, after all—but I feel elated instead. “You can leave now.”
The woman looks at me, trying to decode the whole situation, but then ends up shrugging. She grabs a long coat from the couch, throws it over her shoulders and ties it at the front, hiding all the leather from view. As she walks past me and toward the door, I reach for her shoulders and make her stop.
“I’ll take it from here,” I tell her, grabbing the whip from her hands.
“Well, I already got paid,” she shrugs, throwing me an apologetic look. With that, she finally turns around and leaves, the sound of the door closing making this whole situation feel even more surreal.
“So, what were you saying?” I ask Peter, walking toward him as I smack the tip of the whip against the palm of my left hand. “You’ve been bad and deserve to be punished…is that it?”
“Alexa,” he starts, using his feet to push himself back across the floor, only stopping when his back is against the couch. “I can explain. She’s just a friend, and—”
“Shut the fuck up, Peter,” I growl, taking one more step forward. Peter’s eyes fly straight to the whip in my hands, and fear starts pooling in his eyes. “I’ll be the one doing the explaining. To start with, the two of us…we’re done. It’s over.”
“What?” He stammers. “Please, Alexa, I know you’re mad about this, but—”
“I’m mad about this, don’t doubt it. But I’m not breaking up with you because of it.”
“No,” I grin. “I’m breaking up with you because I just found out you’re a criminal. You’ve been extorting and bribing your way into the oil business. Yeah, I know about your dealings. You’ve been trying to get the Angolan government to rig the bidding for one of their oil wells, and you’ve been blackmailing the best-positioned company, doing your damn best to have them drop out of the race.”
“How the hell do you know about that?”
“That’s my job,” I continue. “To know things.”
“That’s just business. And that’s how it has to be done! I’m just trying to—”
“Line your own pockets?” I finish his sentence for him. “Because that’s what it looks like. How much of an idiot can you be, Peter? You’re well positioned inside Maxxon Oil, and you’ll inherit the whole thing anyway. But you don’t like waiting, do you? You want all the money you can get, and you want it now.”
The moment he opens his mouth, I bring the tip of the whip down, using it to smack the floor between his legs, one single inch away from his balls.
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
He looks up at me, fear in his eyes, and says nothing.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Peter,” I continue, slowly moving the tip of the whip toward his balls. As I brush it over the fabric of his boxers, Peter starts growing pale, his whole body tensing up. “You’re going to stop extorting and blackmailing my client, and you’ll get your ass out of Angola right now. If you don’t, I won’t even bother with leaking this to the media…I’ll just tell your father.”
“My father?” If he was pale before, now he’s as white as the snow-capped Everest. He knows that if his father finds out he’s is doing business illegally, the first thing that’s going to happen is Peter is going to lose his position inside the company…as well as his whole inheritance.
“That’s right,” I nod, pressing down on his balls with the whip until the white in his face starts being taken over by a faint blue. Is he going to pass out? “And this is my final warning. Stop what you’re doing, or you’ll be living inside a cardboard box in just a few days. If not jail.”
“Y-yes,” he stammers once more, furiously nodding at me.
“Say ‘yes, mistress’,” I whisper, leaning forward and transferring some of my weight down the length of the whip. Did I say he was getting blue in the face? Let’s go with purple now.
“YES, MISTRESS!” He screams, closing his eyes in pain.
“Good boy,” I grin, finally easing the pressure. “This is the last time you’re going to see me, Peter. Don’t come looking for me, don’t call me, and don’t text me. And, oh, don’t send me any creepy Snapchats either. I know you think they’re funny but, newsflash, they’re not.”
“But I love you,” he whispers meekly, and that just irks me. I bring down the whip hard, using its small but vicious tip to slap his balls. He howls in pain, the expression on his face almost enough to make me feel sorry for him. Keyword being almost.
“And that’s the last time you’ll ever say that to me,” I snap back at him. “Try it one more time and you’ll lose your balls for good.”
With that, I throw the whip on top of the couch and leave the apartment, Peter’s cries of pain following me all the way to the elevator. I don’t care. From this moment on, Peter’s part of the past.
With a sigh, I grab my phone from inside my purse and press it against my ear. “It’s done,” I tell the voice on the other side of the line. “I’ll invoice you.”
Kicking ass and taking names—there’s no better way to spend the day. Especially when you’re the best at what you do and get paid handsomely for it.
There’s something bothering me, though.
Peter was cheating on me, and I didn’t see it coming. No, I’m not sad about the breakup or the cheating…it’s just that my intuition has never failed me before like this. Any other time and I would’ve seen it coming from miles away.
Am I losing my edge? Am I growing soft?
Did I miss the signs?
No, that’s impossible. I just need to prove myself that I haven’t lost it, that I’m at the top of my game.
It’s time I get myself a real challenge.


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Lucky Underwear

So Alexis and I have published books together before and with me coming to the store, we decided that we would do it again. It’s a lot of fun collaborating with Alexis and she has some great ideas.

But yesterday was one for the history books. Here’s a sample of our conversation – I borrowed the format Lana used to stay uniform.

So Alexis and I are on the phone and the conversation went like this:

Daphne: So the book, (Name Redacted), is going to be a menage then. Just two guys?
Alexis: Yeah, hey, I have a question.
Daphne: Yes, of course. What is it dear?
Alexis: You’re pretty good at writing menage and multiple guys.
Daphne: Why, thank you. I try.
Alexis: You think you can give me some tips on how I can get both guys to do me at once?
Daphne: What?
Alexis: Yeah. I met two guys at the gym and I don’t know if either is really boyfriend potential, but they’re both hot. And I wanna be in the middle of a sandwich like that.
Daphne: Uhmm…I don’t know if I’m the best person to ask.
Alexis: Oh, please. I read 3 Men of the House. And 4 Men of the House. You are like me. We are the Queens of Menage.
Daphne: Yeah but those are fantasies, babe.
Alexis: Yeah, but I’ve had it once (sorta by accident) but I want to attract them both.
Daphne: Maybe just hold up a sign?
Alexis: No. I don’t wanna give it up like that easy. I want it to be sexy.
Daphne: So texting them in a group chat and saying “Want to fuck me together” is not an option.
Alexis: Absolutely not. I want them to be like choose between us and then I’m like I don’t wanna choose I want you both.
Daphne: You think guys in real life will be like that?
Alexis: I worry. Because what if they’re like ew no.
Daphne: Maybe you need to make the situation hotter.
Alexis: You mean like seduce them?
Daphne: I bet you’re a pretty good seductress.
Alexis: Lana did move in and she’s got these panties she calls her lucky panties that she swears boosts her seduction skills.
Daphne: I don’t know. Maybe use your own underwear. You could run a La Perla store out of your closet.
Alexis: Yeah, but I wanna be a classy slut, you know? Not a trashy one. But what if none of my underwear is lucky.
Daphne: Maybe you should ask the angels.
Alexis: That’s not a bad idea. Ask the angels for help in deciding what to do.
Daphne: Although they probably want to know what happened to your dog.
Alexis: Oh. With my parents. My parents have a huge backyard and they live in the suburbs. And there’s more space to run around.
Daphne: Oh?
Alexis: I’ll cover it in my press conference.
Daphne: You won’t tell me?
Alexis: Babe. I hear you typing. You’re probably going to put this on the blog.
Daphne: Guilty.
Alexis: I’m gonna ask the angels.
Daphne: And this is going up for all posterity.
Alexis: Contemporary Romance writers. And their struggles.
Daphne: Daphne Dawn and Alexis Angel and Lana Angel.
Alexis: We’re a fun bunch. Natalie is joining soon. And another author.
Daphne: Who?
Alexis: It’s (NAME REDACTED).
Daphne: Awesome.

So Angels. Help Alexis come up with ways to seduce two men? Otherwise she’s never going to finish her book with me and we won’t get a chance to release!

Today’s Featured Deal is actually about 7 men. 7 Deadly Men.

7 Deadly Sinners. Check out Featured Deals. Alexis and Lana did a fabulous job on this book and it’s one of my favorite covers of all time. When it came out on Amazon it literally changed the game in how reverse harem romance books were covered.


Happy reading!