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Excerpt from Red Letters: Tania’s first gift, and a thrilling promise

I had just settled down in front of the television, sock feet up on the coffee table, wine in hand, overstuffed pillow tucked under my arm, when I thought I heard a brief knock at the side door. That wouldn’t make any sense; all of my product and supply deliveries came from UPS and they always came to the front door. The side door led into the garden area of our yard and out to the side road, our house being on a corner, but didn’t even have our house number marked there. Only friends and family ever used that door, or Martin when he needed to work in the yard.

I turned and looked back at the kitchen, but from where I sat I couldn’t see the door. I frowned, waiting to hear a second knock, or anything that would let me know what I heard was a knock at all, but nothing. The after a few seconds I heard a car door close, then the faint sound of a small car engine rev up as it pulled away.

white-wine-glass-sexyWhat the hell?

I set the wine glass down and stood up, dropping the pillow onto the couch. I walked into the kitchen and to the side door. It was a solid wood door, unlike our front glass door, so I couldn’t see out. I edged to the side window and peered out, but the walkway into the garden and out to the street was empty. The street as well.

Jesus, Tania. Nervous, jumpy, scared, worried. I was an emotional wreck.

This was stupid. I reached down and unlocked the deadbolt and grabbed the doorknob. I twisted it and yanked tore door open, as if the harder I pulled, the quicker I moved, the less dangerous the monster on the other side would be.

There was no monster. At my feet, sitting on the bristle welcome mat, was a small brown paper wrapped box. It was unlabeled, unmarked, and completely unremarkable in every way. Except that it was there, and I wasn’t expecting an unmarked box.

I looked out to the street, but as with my gaze out of the window, it was empty. I leaned out past the doorframe to look towards the front of the house, but still saw no one. The neighborhood was quiet, as it usually was.

I looked back down at the box. It was far smaller than any of my usual shipments came in. But I knew this wasn’t a shipment. I bent over and picked it up. It didn’t bite. It also didn’t weigh much more than an empty box of its size would. I held it up to my ear and shook it, and some bizarre memory of Christmas morning as a child flashed across my mind.

With one last look out to the street I stepped back inside and closed the door, then carried the box over to the couch and sat down. I placed it on the coffee table next to the wine glass, then picked the glass up and took a sip, staring at the box. It had to be related. But…

I kept thinking of the red letters, how beautiful they were, how elegant, and how bold the color was. Almost like the color itself was a message in and of itself. Something was nagging at me, that this box was somehow part of what was happening to me, but different.

I took another sip and set the glass down, picking the box up and leaning back in the couch. I rolled the paper wrapped package over in my hands. It was so light it could have been empty, so quiet inside it must have been empty. I set it on my lap and examined it.

The paper was carefully folded on the bottom and sealed with clear tape. I idly picked at the edge of the tape strip, then pulled it slowly the length of the package. It came off cleanly, not pulling any of the paper with it. Whoever had put the package together used high quality materials and had taken their time with it. This was certainly no mass-market package.

I pulled back the folded edge of the paper and saw a flash of red, and my heart skipped. I unfolded the other corners and spread them out, exposing a red box with satin finish. The color was identical to the letters. I ran a finger across the top of the box. It was smooth with just a hint of texture, just enough to indicate that I was touching something. But the feeling inside me was far stronger than that.

I put a hand on either side of the box and lifted the lid. It slid off with a slight hiss and I set it on the couch next to me. Inside was thin red paper, like one would find in a gift bag. I took a deep breath and lifted the crinkly paper.

Underneath was a folded piece of white material. My heart pounding, I reached in and lifted it out with both hands. I held it up in front of me, the light from my front window giving it an almost shimmer.

white-lace-thongIt was a white thong, made of extraordinarily fine silk. I sucked in another breath and felt my heart racing. I brought it closer to my face and inhaled. The same sweet musky scent. I closed my eyes and imagined wearing the thong, with the same scent, mixing with my own. I felt myself getting moist, and I rubbed the silk on one cheek.

I opened my eyes and caught sight of something else in the box. Still holding the thong in one hand, I reached in with the other and took out another red envelope. This one bore no name or wax seal.

I laid the thong back in the box and opened the envelope. Inside was a folded red paper, exactly as I expected. I withdrew it and unfolded it. The same silver ink, but this time only one word was written. But the one word gave my heart a flutter it hadn’t experienced before, one of anticipation, of excitement, of pure energy.



What does ‘Monday’ mean? Where doe Tania’s life turn next?

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Excerpt from Red Letters erotic suspense thriller: Girls’ Night Out

I fussed with the one remaining strand of hair that insisted on flying free of the comb, then stood back to inspect the package. The jeans and long sleeved sweater I was wearing earlier, when I was expecting Martin for dinner, were long gone, replaced by a black leather miniskirt I hadn’t worn in a couple of years, thigh-high white stockings which I had never worn (and didn’t even remember where I had gotten them; probably a shower gift from the girls), four-inch black heels which were ridiculously uncomfortable but smoking hot, and a white button-down blouse with the top three buttons undone. My hair was up and I wore the dangling earrings again, but no necklace. I intended for my cleavage to speak for itself.

redletterswork600wI was beautiful, and desirable. And I did deserve something different.

I heard the front doorbell ring. I gave my hair one last spritz of hairspray and walked downstairs.

Robert stood on the front porch and tipped his cap when I opened the door.

“Evening, Miss Lane. You look wonderful,” he said with a smile.

I leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. The heels I wore put me almost at the same height as Robert.

“Thank you, Robert, you are a sweetheart. Katie…”

“Is already in the car, ma’am.”

I straightened his tie unnecessarily. “Then let us be off.” I could play rich and pampered for one night.

Robert opened the rear door of the limousine to reveal Katie, sitting in the back, legs curled underneath her. She was pouring a bottle of champagne into a glass, then she caught sight of me and the champagne spilled onto the floor.

“Holy… Damn, girl!”

She climbed out of the limo and grabbed me by both shoulders, turning me slightly from side to side as if inspecting me. After a few seconds she nodded.

“Oh yes, this is a good look.” She kissed me on the tip of my nose. “I’m telling you, one of these days you’re going to get me to switch hit.”

I smiled and poked her in the ribs, through the tight fuchsia one piece she wore. “Only if you’re lucky.” I nodded towards the limo. “Let’s get this party started.”

Katie giggled and climbed back inside.


Jake’s was quieter than it had been for the nightclub hop, as well it should have been for a Tuesday night in Bridgeport. I saw immediately upon entering that Brad was behind the bar. The house music was muted, as it was only nine-something at night, and the real dancing wouldn’t start until at least ten.

Katie took me by the hand and led me to a rounded corner booth near the end of the bar, well within sight of Brad. I felt the cold vinyl on my ass cheeks as I slid in and gasped. I wasn’t used to wearing a skirt, and with a very minimal thong and stockings that barely reached my mid-thigh, I was quite exposed to the elements. However, I also felt a little rush of excitement as the seat warmed to my touch.

Katie must have sensed it as she put her arm around me and squeezed. “I know, isn’t this fun?”

Yes, it was.

A young waitress came up carrying a tray in one hand and a pen in the other. I noticed with some satisfaction that my skirt was an inch or two shorter than hers. Before she could say anything, Brad came around from behind the bar and tapped her on the shoulder.

“I’ve got this one, Carey.”

His eyes caught mine and I felt a slight blush come over my face. Here we go with the schoolgirl thing again.

“Nice to see you ladies again,” he said with a smile as the waitress left. “And you’re looking much more… coherent,” he said to Katie.

“Hey,” she replied, pointing at him, “I was perfectly sober, I’ll have you know. I was just making sure your tequila stocks were refreshed properly.”

He laughed and his green eyes twinkled. “And you look lovely, Miss Taken.”

I clasped my hands on the table in front of me. “Thank you.” I unconsciously ran my right hand over the slight indentations on my left ring finger where my engagement ring normally sat. “Ah, white wine please.”

“Two,” said Katie. “And two of those Annie Hoes.”

Brad frowned. “What?”

“Annie Hoes. The last tequila you gave us, the brown one.”

“Annie…” He paused and closed his eyes, smiling. “Gotcha. Be right back, ladies.”

As he walked away I watched his ass. He wore a tighter jean tonight, lighter in color, and it showed every curve.

Dammit. I was starting to regret this already. I wasn’t out looking, I just wanted to enjoy a night out, and perhaps attract a little attention. Something I was sorely lacking at home. But I had purposely left my ring at home, and the guilt was starting to creep into my mind.

“Hey, honey, relax,” Katie said. She always seemed to be able to read my emotions. “Just a few drinks, maybe you’ll take me out on the dance floor, and we’ll get out of here.”

She looked up as two young men approached the table. I sighed.

“And maybe, just maybe,” she said, nudging me with her elbow, “you’ll have some new motivation to go with your toy. You know what they say, right?”

“Um, no,” I said as the two men stopped at the edge of our table.

Katie leaned over and whispered in my ear. “With the right imagination, you can have any guy you want.”

I snorted a laugh, then covered my mouth.

“Mind if we join you?” one of the young men asked, obviously not deterred by our whispering and laughing. I wondered if I pointed and giggled if it would make any difference. They were attractive, young, eager, probably inexperienced. I glanced at Katie, who had a twinkle in her eye. She would tear them apart and make them cry for their mothers. Poor guys, I thought, and laughed again.

“Please do,” I said, feeling more confident.

Brad returned with two white wines and two tequilas and set them down as the two men slid in the round booth on either side of Katie and I. He glanced at me with a raised eyebrow and I gave him a small smile. His eyebrow rose higher, so I nodded. He returned my nod.

“If you need anything at all,” he said, staring directly at me, “I’ll be right over there behind the bar.”

He winked at me and turned away. The man that sat next to me raised his arm to signal Brad for a drink, but I could tell they were going to have a difficult time getting served by him tonight.

It was strange. Brad was obviously younger than me, but I got the strongest vibe of protection, like he was looking out for me. And while that was flattering, and perhaps helpful, it wasn’t stoking my fires. Almost like he was my brother or something.

I shuddered and the man next to me pressed in closer.

“Cold?” he asked, then extended his hand across my body. “My name’s Paul.”

I took his hand and shook it daintily. “Tania, nice to meet you.”

“I’m Scott,” the other man said.

“My name is Grace,” Katie answered with a straight face. I started to say something when I felt her elbow in my ribs again, so I cleared my throat and reached for the tequila.

“It’s añejo,” I whispered to Katie.

“What? Oh,” she replied, picking hers up and clinking it against mine. “Cheers, sister.”

“Cheers,” I said, then we both drank, seconds before the two men extended their beers in a late attempt to join in.

“Sorry, next round,” Katie said to Scott. “You’re buying.”

Oh yes, she’d tear them apart. They’d never know what hit them.


What do you think? Gotta love Annie Hoes! (And I’d love to hear your comments on the excerpt below!)


Excerpt from RED LETTERS: Tania, alone, in many ways…


As the warm soapy water cascaded down my stomach, I twisted the dial on the jackrabbit. It came to life with a soft whirring sound, just audible above the running water. I touched the tip of it with my index finger, feeling the soft vibration, then ran my finger down the length of it. I slowly closed my hand around it, the vibrations running up my arm into my chest, and sighed. Another day alone, even when Martin was home. He was no more than fifty feet away, but he might as well have been in China.

I reached down and turned the shower handle farther to the left and the heat increased. I slid the tip of the vibrator down my stomach, giggling slightly when it touched my belly button, then grazed my mound. My giggle quickly turned into a moan as I placed the humming tip on my clit. I felt the electricity of pleasure course through my body as I rubbed it up and down along the length of my sex. I took a deep breath and pushed my fear of the monster toy aside and slipped it inside, biting my lower lip as I felt it press against sensitive areas. Neglected areas, I thought as I turned up the dial to the second setting. The vibrations increased and I rocked my hips slightly. The sensation of the new vibrator was so much different from my little ‘bullet’ as Katie called it. Stronger, more powerful, like it was taking control, pleasuring me for my sake.


I pushed it deeper inside, my slickness allowing it further with ease. The girth of it, much different from my smaller one, added to my enjoyment. I placed my other palm on the tile wall to support myself as I swayed. My breathing came quicker and in shorter intervals as I slid the jackrabbit in and out. I touched my clit with my thumb, feeling the swollen nub. I closed my eyes and thought of the red letter. I groaned as the wave built.

Suddenly I heard the bathroom door open. Some guilty instinct made me quickly turn off the vibrator just as Martin’s voice called out.

“Tania, I’m sorry. I’ve got to go into the city. I can’t get all of this done here, at least not today.” There was a pause and deep down I hoped he was getting undressed to join me before he left, but the tone of his voice made it clear that wasn’t the case.

“I don’t know if I’ll be back for dinner, but we’ll definitely go out tomorrow. Maybe McShay’s. Love you.”

I heard the door close and I leaned back against the shower wall, jackrabbit hanging inert in one hand.

“Love you too,” I whispered. Tears streaked down my face and merged with the warm water as I cried.


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Excerpt from Lust and Larceny erotic thriller short

“There,” Trevor whispered, sliding the keyboard drawer back into the server rack. He powered down the remote entry point with a few quick switches, then pulled a flash drive from a slot and turned in his chair to face her. “All yours, baby.”

She leaned in and grabbed him by the back of his head with both hands and mashed her lips onto his. Her tongue darted in and found his, and he bit down gently. She bit back, being rewarded with a light coppery taste that filled her senses. He reached around and grabbed her, squeezing at the spot where her thighs ended and the curve of her ass began. She felt his fingers graze her mound through her jeans and she purred.

“Come on,” she said as she pulled back from the kiss. “The room alarms will reset in two minutes. We need to be elsewhere when they do, and we still have that damned vent.” She stood upright and pulled him by the hand as he tucked the flash drive into his pocket. “And you and I have plans.”


Like what you read? Ariana and Trevor have a lot more planned. Pick up Lust and Larceny for Kindle US, Kindle UK, KoboBooks, at Smashwords, or add it to your Goodreads TBR list. And don’t forget, Lust and Larceny 2 is already out – what is Ariana up to next?

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