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Advice From Angels!

Hey Angels!


We got a prayer request and also the person who posted wanted some advice from Angels! I’m dropping it in here so that anyone can weigh in!


I also would like some advice from the angels. I am a natural care giver and take care of everyone but myself. My brother-in-law is living with us and has been for several years. While I didn’t mind when my husband was alive, my brother-in-law has changed and doesn’t do as much around the house as he use to. He only pays for my daughter’s cell phone and the internet. Those are the only bills he has with us because he is behind in his child support. We let him drive our truck because my husband got to where he couldn’t drive. He is complaining about the truck to my daughter and saying things are wrong with it. He blames the problems on the deer that ran into the truck. He now doesn’t do anything except take the kitchen garbage out and clean the liter boxes as well as takes my daughter to school in the mornings. I can’t get him to do anymore than that. I promised my husband and mother-in-law when they passed away that I would take care of him. I just don’t need a 42 year old child to raise. I’m the only family that he has and I hate to put him out.

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So IT Guy Punched Gym Bro In The Face…

Hey Angels!

So you’ll have seen that we’ve added another section to our store, which is called The Other Side. It’s all about the side characters and the side people that get into stories when main characters are doing their thing in our novels. So these Other Side stories explore the side characters and also give us a peek into what the main characters are doing!
So we were building this yesterday and also it was a big day! Max Bid 11 was coming out from Daphne so she submitted that. Natalie and Paige wrote a hilarious enemies to lovers romance and that was coming out. Filthy Fantasies were coming out. And the first Other Side stories were coming out.
That’s a lot of releases. Which means that Natalie, Lana, and I were all working in our apartment.
In case I forgot to mention, Natalie is still here! Anyways, so IT Guy was helping me as I was getting stuff ready and Natalie and Gym Dude have been spending a lot of time together. It turns out they love watching movies together. And fucking, of course. But So Gym Dude and IT Guy have always sort of eyed each other warily. IT Guy has never really come out and been mean to him but I did tell him just to be honest that I still am seeing other guys and Gym Bro and Gym Dude and I had our little thing back in the day. IT Guy was okay with that back then, he was like okay yeah that’s fine. We’re single.
But after WineBar, he’s been really protective of me. He makes sure I’m doing okay and all that. He’s also been okay with Gym Dude because Gym Dude has been focused on Natalie.
But yesterday, IT Guy is sitting there helping with store stuff and Gym Dude is working on his laptop for work and I’m like omg I wanna fuck IT Guy so I’m trying to finish early.
This is around 9 pm.
So then out of nowhere comes Gym Bro. I guess he got lonely after the gym and wanted to see where his other half was so he came by our apartment.
Right away IT Guy is watching him but Gym Bro is like hey everyone and he has nothing to do so he’s trying to amuse himself and he’s getting in the way.
At some point I went to the bathroom and when I came out I saw IT Guy on his iPad and I see him reading Queen of Hearts.
“You’re reading my shit!” I exclaimed happily.
“You know how you were telling me you’re looking for male authors, I could write,” he just says back to me and I’m like whoa.
Like IT Guy is now gonna write books too?!
“Not everyone can write,” I tell him taking a step closer. I’m horny just thinking of him reading my books and I rub my body against him. He squeezes my ass and I like massage his cock through his pants but work calls and eventually we have to disengage and go back.
But then Gym Bro is getting bored. So when Lana and Natalie and Gym Dude (who is now reading over Natalie’s draft) are like sorry bro I’m busy he comes to me.
“Hey, we should do another night,” he says to me and everyone can hear.
This is like the nightmare scenario.
I don’t respond. Just smile and try and play it off.
“You were really hot,” he says and now I’m like getting ready to say okay shut up but IT Guy steps in.
“Lady is trying to work,” he says, clearly seeing that I’m getting exasperated at getting bothered.
“What’s it to you?” Gym Bro says back.
“The sooner she’s done, the sooner we can go to bed.” It Guy says.
And this is where it happens.
“Oh don’t worry, I can tell you exactly what she’s like.” Gym Bro says.
“Dude, not cool,” Gym Dude says.
I see IT Guy tense up.
“Don’t talk about her like that,” he says.
“Why?” Gym Bro asks.
“Because I will fuck you up,” IT Guy says.
“Like I fucked her before you got here,” Gym Bro asks.
And IT Guy just pulls back and punches him in the face.
It was a hard punch.
Gym Bro called him crazy. Insane. Gym Dude separated him and took him away. IT Guy went back to his apartment. And finally when things got settled we got back to work.
Gym Bro was being a douche. And I wasn’t mad at IT Guy, but by the time I was done, I know he told me to call him but it was 3 so I just went to sleep.
So much for keeping them separate, huh Angels?
Looks like I got a cleanup in Aisle 5.

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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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I think I got an STD….

Because check it out I found out today that Gym Bro was sick with the flu and he’s been laid up in bed for the last few days.
I have the flu too and I’ve been laid up the last few days.
I must have gotten it from having sex with him! When I was having sex with the both of them.
A disease you catch while having sex makes it sexually transmitted right?
Oh my God!
I can’t believe this.

Of course Lana is trying to convince me that I don’t have an STD and that the flu doesn’t count.

she’s like you guys didn’t get the flu by exchanging bodily fluids and I’m like “oh yeah, well one of them spit on my face and I licked it up! So there”

At which point Lana just looks at me strange.

And I’m like….”well I told them to because I wanted to be all slutty” and she’s like you told them to and I’m like what? I just wanted to see what it was like and she’s like wow I need to get out more.

But then I tell Daphne as we’re working (Lana is there too) that I have beaten back an STD and the debate starts all over again!!!

I mean, like come on. Just go with me on this right?

Only Natalie is with me on this. She’s like ya girl you totally have an STD and Daphne and Lana are like “ahem the flu is not an STD”

I’m like yeah okay it totally isn’t if you like get it from the guy at the corner store but if you get it while having sex it becomes an STD.

This isn’t to make getting STDs less significant. Thankfully I’ve always practiced safe sex and recommend that everyone do so. I’ve been very clean with all my sex toys and everything I put inside me. I clean my sex toys more than I do dishes or laundry as Lana will attest.

It’s very important to be healthy and safe, Angels. Because at the end of the day, as I found out from my own fighting back the flu-STD that when you’re lying in bed shivering and having delirious dreams about purple unicorns killing mean people that you are at the end of the day responsible for your own safety and health. No matter what anyone says – be it husband, boyfriend, lover, girlfriend, or just booty call – you need to make sure that you’re safe and you take care of yourself first. Because the trick to being an independent and strong woman who stands up for herself is not letting what someone else dictates sway you when it comes to your own safety.

So a bar seems sketchy? Don’t go in. One of your boyfriends friends seems off? Let your man know and tell him that you aren’t going to be in the same room together if there’s alcohol involved. It’s a dark parking garage? Then call a friend to have them accompany you.

It may seem inconvenient, but like my momma always said – it’s better to be a few minutes late if you’re driving than speeding and getting into an accident. Because then you’re really late.

Anyways, I dunno if this rambling made any sense but I’m going back to bed bc I have the flu. Love you angels

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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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The Naughty Angel Pledge!

So we do a lot of deals on our store. We also release a lot of books.

I know at times it may be difficult to be like okay which book do I buy. And you may want a book and then you buy it and then see that it goes on sale. So I’m here today to make a pledge to you because we always want our books to be affordable and easy to read.

If you buy a book and then within 10 days find that there is a deal going on that would have allowed you to buy the book cheaper, simply send a message through the website or send Lana, me, or Daphne a message. We’ll respond within 24 hours with a way to make you whole so you’ll be able to continue to buy books.

This way you never have to worry again about whether you should wait for an email about a sale. Because if you get an email about a sale for a book you bought, and it was within 10 days (we’re not gonna be like oh no it was 11 days so can’t do anything, so don’t worry) we will help remedy that situation. Because Angels, you mean a lot to us. And we want you to have the most affordable and enjoyable reading experience.

In other news, have you checked out the giveaway in Dirty Lil’ Angels?

Or…have you seen Lana’s new Mile High Harem release? It’s HOT HOT HOT!!

And in personal news, IT Guy asked me today if I would like to be his girlfriend. While Gym Rat and Gym Bro said yes to getting a drink together this Sunday (I still want them both) so I am torn as to what to say. I told IT Guy I’d get back to him. I’m gonna talk more about it in Dirty Lil’ Angels.

Anyways, I’ve been quiet all day because I’ve been writing and doing Christmas shopping for Lana and other friends as well as family. I refuse to do it last minute this year. Hope your guys’ holidays are merry!

Love you lots Angels. Talk soon.

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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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Day 1 Of Lana Moving In

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And Lana just released a series.
I mean yes, I am totally happy for her. But she is always like ‘Alexis you need to write’ and I’m like ya ya I’ll get to it because I do my best writing when I’m not thinking of writing but it just comes to me you know?
Anyways, so Lana moves in yesterday and then the next day she’s like okay I got this back from the editor and I’m ready to release it now and I’m like oh fuck, because I thought I was gonna get my release out before her. But she beat me.

I mean its not a big deal. But there’s some professional rivalry there. But it’s friendly. Like being a sister. Lana is basically the sister I never had. She’s also my size (slightly bigger) so we can share clothes too.

Oh…and tomorrow night …or I guess in a few hours I’m gonna take her out drinking to celebrate a good move. We’re gonna meet some of my friends and I’m gonna get Lana to let her hair down a bit. All that cooking and cleaning she used to do with Mr. Loser needs to be let go for some dancing and grinding on random dudes lol.

Anyways, so Lana released a series and I’m like wait I was gonna release before you and she’s like well you should write more because we have angels that want stories and I’m like I write pretty fast but she’s like no you get distracted by Buzzfeed.

Also…a lot of you wanna know what happened to the dog. Yeah, that’s a story. I’ll tell it later. Because it’s a post by itself.

I think it’s time for a press conference this week. I may have to schedule it for Wednesday morning because a lot of questions are piling up that I’m getting emails for.

If you have questions, plz feel free to email me at and I’ll address them on my next press conference babes.

Oh. I fucked IT Guy after Lana moved in but she doesn’t know. Well I guess she does now. I’ll drop the deets about it later yo.

Love you angels I’ll post again tomorrow I’m just going to bed now. Check out the new freebie and check out Lana’s series on the main store page babes! You will love it. Its super fucking dirty. I know because I read through it when she was being responsible and making dinner and I was supposed to write and instead I was snooping. Maybe she has a point after all. Whatever. She’s my best friend. I can snoop.