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Devils Only.
It was a permanent note-to-self right above her panties, because anything less was a disappointment. She never meant it as an invitation…

Avarice is what makes the world go round, and Kameo Kross never cared to be an exception to the rule. Her sole ambition is to avoid joining the ranks of New York’s poorest denizens. Between a bastard of a new boss and a Dom who tempts her darkest, depraved needs, Kami reevaluates her goal for sanity’s sake. She doesn’t fear pain, death or eternal damnation, but the idea of submitting completely has her itching to run.

Unforgiving, destiny’s twisted plot thrusts Kami into a world she’d never feared existed, and the crosshairs of an enemy threatening to expose all of her shameful secrets to the media. As her life is completely altered, good versus evil becomes a matter all too personal. Yet, nothing’s more difficult than facing the truths of her heart, and finding the courage to embrace the kind of submissions she’s always longed for.

Unleashed in a hailstorm of fury, Hell will come for those seeking glory from Kami’s missteps and she’ll face off with the Devil, himself, to get what she’s finally accepted as hers to have: Happiness. As the calendar races toward Beltane, sordid plots of single-minded obsession and greed continue to thwart their eternal bliss, but the real challenge awaits in the aftermath of retribution. Can Kami and her Master find some semblance of redemption in one another at last, or will the demon within change everything?

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His wet fingers abandoned the inside of her throat, cupping the curve of her jaw, and his mouth crushed down on hers.

It was a whole new kind of oral sex. That was the only way to describe the aggressive, needy assault. His tongue thrust as his lips dominated hers harder and greedier, like there was some kind of climax waiting for him at the end. A preview of his skills, or a promise that it would be the only way he would invade her body, no matter which part of himself he was using? Regardless, it was ferocious, filthy, and the best damn kiss Kami had ever experienced.

She could feel his mask bumping alongside her temple, as if he’d turned the bull snout to the side, but that meant his face was still mostly covered. He must not trust the blindfolds. Did that mean he wasn’t planning on removing the mask at all? Kami hoped not. She wanted him to keep it on. That way her imagination could continue filling in the blanks the way she wanted them, rather than chance being disappointed by reality. She didn’t care how damn shallow that made her. This was her night, and it was already panning out better than any Halloween before it, so no. She didn’t want anything to ruin it.

“Mmm, you taste foolishly brave,” he groaned quietly as he licked and nibbled at her lips, diving back in for one last devastating kiss.

Settling back in the seat, he returned the mask to its rightful place and forced her down onto her knees again. His thumb picked up its previous stroking over her lips, but when her bound wrists slid down the hard plane of his stomach and into his lap, there was no mistaking the bulging line of his erection. The feel of it had her lust spreading hotter, dampening her panties with desperate anticipation.

She earned a soft mocking laugh when she started rubbing her arms over the steely line.

“You like knowing what you do to my cock, demon? How hard you make it just by choking on my fingers?” he asked. “Is that what you were hoping to accomplish while you were dancing for me?”

If he was trying to embarrass her with that insight, he was going to be disappointed. Knowing he knew, that he’d been aware, only turned her on more.

“No, but it’s a start,” she replied.

He laughed appreciatively at that, and it was far more sinister than his mocking laugh.

“Ambition and Greed go hand-and-hand, little one. As you said, it’s a start.”

He wanted her to be greedy? He probably shouldn’t have told her that. Before she could reply, the limo slowed to a stop, reigniting the thrill of uncertainty. When the driver opened the door, her bull man climbed out first, then reached inside and hauled her out by the waist.

Once she was on her feet, he grabbed her bound wrists and started leading her across old asphalt. Her heels clicked and wobbled in the rough patches. She thought she heard water lapping and a nearby buoy. It definitely smelled like the docks. The way the noise and voices echoed indicated they were surrounded by warehouses or giant shipping containers.

Again, it should have been a red flag, but Kami wasn’t afraid, only morbidly curious. It took her a moment to realize they were drawing closer to the pulsing bass of music. Her escort paused for a moment before a door opened and it washed over them loud and clear. They stopped directly inside to wait for everyone. When the metal door finally closed, her bull man untied the blindfold.

Blinking in the dimly lit entrance, Kami saw that it was a makeshift foyer with draping velveteen crimson, black-and-white jack-o-lanterns, Gothic candelabras, antiqued mirrors, and other décor that would indicate they were getting ready to enter a vampire’s secret lair. Even the music thumping and crawling over her flesh was more along the lines of Screamo-Goth-Rave, than the Dubstep bass would suggest.

“You know, there are at least a hundred different horror movies that begin this way,” she referred to the space around them by drawing a small square in the air with her index fingers.

A more difficult task than one would think with bound wrists.

“That’s what makes decorating so easy,” he said, pulling her against his body to slip a hand under her skirt and take his fill of her ass cheek. “The question is, was that just an observation or cold feet?”

“My feet never get cold,” she replied.

She barely heard the low rumble of his laugh when he bowed his head right beside her ear. “Careful, demon. Some might take that answer as a deliberate challenge.”

It was a seduction, his mind. The things he picked out of the air, as if her thoughts were broadcasting on wavelengths he could read like a digital marquee. Things that no other man on the planet had ever been able to hear between the lines of her responses before.

“You’re free to take it however you like,” she pointed out, but it wasn’t flippant.

No, it was more like poking the growling lion with a sharp stick just to see what would happen.

“I don’t need you to tell me that, demon. I always take what I want, however I want, whenever I want,” he stated, before lowering his voice even more. “I don’t wait for holidays.”

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A.C. Melody is a hybrid author of Erotic Romance and all its savory sub-genres. Confessed javaholic, introverted geeky girl with a twisted sense of humor and a wretched muse. She has a weakness for hard ass Alphas and the strong women who capture their hearts, without damaging their rough edges.

A lifetime lover of fairytales, myths, legends and ancient pantheons, A.C. spends more time researching than writing. Her biggest goal is to provide new, captivating angles on old, favorite tales with enticing twists and characters that redefine preset expectations.

She’s 100% guilty of placing all her money on the underdogs, anti-heroes and shameless whores. When A.C. isn’t writing, being mom or doing the day-job gig, you can catch her gaming, binge-watching Netflix or anxiously awaiting the new superhero movie (specifically, Deadpool 2). A.C. love to hear from her readers and can be found at any of the following sites:

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Merry Christmas & Happy New Year!


This month has been a sorrowful one for my family. On my birthday (12/12) we lost my grandma. We are gathered together today to celebrate the family we still have and to remember those who came before to teach us the importance of cherishing every moment. Not many can say they got to spend 40 years of their life with a grandparent, and for that I feel extremely blessed. My grandmother was a woman always ready to share a humorous story, with an open heart who loved being  ‘mom’ and ‘grandma’ to anyone willing to let her bring them into her life.

Though it is with a slightly heavier heart this year, I want to wish all the friends I’ve made here a very Merry, Merry Christmas and a Wonderful New Year! I hope the holidays bring you lots of love, family fun, laughter and warm memories with those who mean the most to you.

And here’s a virtual toast to 2018 being much kinder to all of us!

❤ A.C. Melody

Only 99¢! Christmas Daddies ♥ Release Blitz!


Title: Christmas Daddies
Author: Jade West
Genre: Contemporary Romance


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From USA Today bestselling author Jade West, a collection of bestselling novels, bonus content AND an exclusive novella!

Dear Santa,
I’ve been a bad girl, but I still want a Daddy for Christmas…

Mr. Hart is my big, bad new boss and my biggest Christmas wish of all.
He’s everything I ever wanted. Gorgeous, stern, powerful.
Totally off limits for a silly young office trainee like me.
He’s asked me to house sit his empty home for the holidays, and it’s a sneak peek into his private life I can’t resist.
I’m just begging you, please Santa. Please make sure Mr. Hart is waiting under the tree this Christmas morning.
Preferably naked, if you’re feeling particularly generous.
Love from your very bad little girl,

The set contains 3 full-length novels: Call Me Daddy, Sugar Daddies and Dirty Daddies, including bonus content for all three, and an exclusive Daddy novella perfect for Christmas!

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Jade has increasingly little to say about herself as time goes on, other than the fact she is an author, but she’s plenty happy with this. Living in imaginary realities and having a legitimate excuse for it is really all she’s ever wanted. Jade is as dirty as you’d expect from her novels, and talking smut makes her smile. she lives in the Powys countryside with a couple of hounds and a guy who’s able to cope with her inherent weirdness. She had a zebra print living room, and fights a constant battle with her addiction to Coca-Cola.

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Penny Dreadful


In Victorian London, the term “penny dreadful” was used as derogatory slang for all the horror stories that were published as weekly serials and cost…yep, 1 penny. People love the Victorian era, we even have an entire Steampunk culture dedicated to it. But romanticism aside, coal pollution, consumption and corsets weren’t the only things suffocating the masses during those times. Excessive personality oppression was the norm; emotionally, behaviorally and especially sexually, and the people needed some kind of outlet for all the things they weren’t allowed to mention in proper society – lest they wanted a lobotomy for being “hysterical.”

Disease and poverty grew as rapidly as the new inventions or scientific and medical ‘breakthroughs’ which gave the creative types more than ample fodder for their caged imaginations. And the literary world benefited greatly from it! Dracula, Frankenstein, Jekyll & Hyde…all of our favorite horror classics (which tend to have strong, sensual undertones) were penned during the Victorian era and Penny Dreadful covers almost all of them.

Not the serials – the TV Show I just totally binge watched on Netflix and now have a massive hangover from! Have you seen it? Well, I don’t usually rush out to encourage others to watch TV shows, especially one with only 3 seasons, but DO IT! Do it now!!! It wasn’t “cancelled” as many shows are. It doesn’t leave you hanging, it’s a story and therefore has an end, but each episode is an hour long, so it covers quite a bit.


Characters L-R: The Creature (Frankenstein’s Monster), Ethan Chandler, Brona (aka Lily Frankenstein), Vanessa Ives, Sir Malcolm Murray, Sembene. Back: Victor Frankenstein and Dorian Gray.

For those who’ve never seen it or heard of it, Penny Dreadful is what would happen if The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen had wild, fetishist sex with Sherlock Holmes and The Exorcist, then gave birth to the slightly less evil twin of Game of Thrones. If you love everything paranormal, classic horror literature or Victorian, you can’t miss out on this little gem, even if it’s short and often disturbing (or because it’s disturbing! LOL) fans of this twisted genre will undoubtedly love it.

If you do decide to watch it, just keep in mind that it’s called Penny Dreadful for a reason – actually, for every possible reason you could think of. This show is extremely graphic and covers a lot of taboo topics and practices. It’s not a romance…or is it? Just like those classic horror stories, that will be up to the individual to decide in the end.


And can I rave about the cast? Joshua “Delicious” Hartnett (Nuff said), Eva Green (Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children), Timothy Dalton, Billie Piper (Rose from Doctor Who!), Patti LuPone, Wes Studi (Dances with Wolves, Last of the Mohicans) and a whole list of other actors and actresses that I’m less familiar with, but were no less brilliant!

Now, to whet your appetite…

This was the official trailer for the premier of Penny Dreadful. It is 100% graphic and not for sensitive eyes! Watch at your own risk:

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Does anyone have any similar shows they would recommend, I’m currently devoid of binge-worthy options! O_o

#SongLyricSunday ♪ “The Writer” by Ellie Goulding


Are you participating in SLS yet? Well you should! Hop over to This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time to check out this awesome weekly challenge hosted by Helen and join in the fun!

This week’s theme is: Pretending

I think, if there’s one thing most of us experience at least once in our lives, it’s “Pretending” to be okay, when we’re not. After a break-up or when our life isn’t going as well as planned. My song choice for this week’s challenge is about pretending to be okay with a relationship that’s in stalemate, while secretly longing for more, or when all evidence points to the fact that our feelings are deeper than our partner’s. It’s not a fun place to be, in that fragile place of uncertainty, yet so much easier to pretend than risk everything by coming across as too needy… Ugh, dating. 😐

This week’s song is an old favorite of mine by Ellie Goulding and I prefer the live version, so that’s what you’re stuck with. 😀 Enjoy!

You wait for a silence
I wait for a word
Lying next to your frame
Girl unobserved
Well, you change your position
And you’re changing me
Casting these shadows
Where they shouldn’t be

We’re interrupted by heat of the sun
Trying to prevent what’s already begun
Oh, you’re just a body
I can smell your skin
And when I feel it
You’re wearing thin

Oh, but I’ve got a plan
Why don’t you be the artist, and make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer, and decide the words I say?
‘Cause, I’d rather pretend I’ll still be there at the end
Only, it’s too hard to ask
Won’t you try to help me?

Sat on your sofa
It’s all broken springs
This isn’t the place for those violin strings
Oh, I try on a smile and I aim it at you
But you must’ve missed it
You always do

Oh, but I’ve got a plan
Why don’t you be the artist, and make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer, and decide the words I say?
‘Cause I’d rather pretend I’ll still be there at the end
Only it’s too…

You wait, I wait, casting shadows
You wait, I wait, casting shadows
You wait, I wait, casting shadows
You wait, I wait, casting shadows

Why don’t you be the artist, and make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer, and decide the words I say?
Cause I’d rather pretend I’ll still be there at the end
Only it’s too…

Why don’t you be the artist, and make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer, and decide the words I say?
Cause I’d rather pretend I’ll still be there at the end
Only it’s too hard to ask
Won’t you try to help me?


Songwriters: Ellie Goulding and John Latimer
Lyrics found on Google
The Writer lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Global Talent Music Pub Inc.

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Happy Saturday! I have a blog tour coming up mid-January with Saints & Sinners and I have the sign up link for it below. I’d love for you to join in, or share the link if you can!

The tour will run from Jan. 15th – Jan. 21st, during which time the Avarice Collection will be on a Countdown Sale via Amazon starting at just 99¢. ARCs are also available for any who wish to review for the tour.

Thanks in advance to all who participate &/or share! ❤


Lyrical Fiction Friday ♥ Envy


For writers who love music and are often inspired by their favorite songs, this is the perfect writing challenge hosted by Marquessa over at Simply Marquessa, which combines both our loves by using song lyrics as a writing prompt each week.

She already has a list of prompts to choose from, that you can find here. I was having trouble working with this week’s prompt, so I’ve decided to use last week’s instead (December 7th).

Lyrics: It makes no sense to be falling…you’ve got her, I’ve got him, should not even be calling…”

Due to some unexpected upheavals in my personal life, I’m running behind on my first attempt at this challenge, but hopefully even a day late, it still counts. This excerpt was partially written, then added onto for this post, from my upcoming novel Envy (Hell on Earth series). It doesn’t quite fit, but in the words of The Finder: “I’m gonna risk it.” 😛


Something twisted up nice and tight in her chest, the aching need to dive into the ocean and swim through its currents was so painfully potent, she actually started crying. The acute joy of being there, of feeling the tide ebbing and flowing over her skin was beyond explanation. A lifelong yearning in the infancy of fulfillment.

“Why don’t you just go in?”

Startled, Ally leaped to her feet and turned away without even needing to see who it was. No one else she’d met tonight had a Greek accent, or the same melodic quality to their voice. She quickly wiped at her eyes and cheeks, as humiliation rushed up to crush her, twisting her insides the wrong way. Oh God, Finn was right, one of these days someone was going to lock her away for her madness.

“Are you stalking me, Mr. Pelagos?” she accused, her tone heated from embarrassment rather than anger.

“Yes, Allison, on my own private island, I’m stalking you,” he replied. There was a pause, before he spoke again. “Are you crying?”

Fuck. She closed her eyes and lifted her face to the sky, forcing her irrational emotions to calm. He was the last man on earth she wanted as a witness to her craziness. The king of all things nautical confronted with the girl insatiably obsessed with the sea, who didn’t know how to swim. Besides, he was right. It was his damn island, so he could be wherever he wanted. She was the intruder there, not the other way around.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, turning back toward the water.

“Look at me.”

Ally faced him completely, her eyes drifting over his bare feet and up the casual beach pants to the shallow v-neck shirt that did nothing to hide the unbelievable cut of his long, sculpted muscles. He was built like a hunter or a swimmer, his body perfected for speed and lethal agility. The warm breeze played at the waves of his golden hair and her fingertips tingled with envy. He was simply too tempting for words. Especially, when her body echoed with the memory of being molded to his, held so tightly in his arms, even for such a brief moment. Her hero and savior… he was going to destroy everything.

Ally finally met his gaze and he didn’t appear happy. His brows were furrowed and his eyes, so azure they seemed to glow in the dark, were a slash of disappointment.

“Why do you do that?” he demanded.

“Do what?” she blinked, the beginning of their conversation already a blank.

“Apologize for being yourself. And if you’re not the one doing it, then your so-called fiance is apologizing for you, and at neither time have you done anything wrong.”

Stunned, Ally’s mouth popped open, but she wasn’t even sure what to say.

“Don’t you dare say you’re sorry,” he warned.

She snapped her mouth shut and lifted her chin. Deep down, she knew he was right, but he had no idea why it was that way, nor was it any of his business.

“Fine, Mr. Pelagos, I’m not sorry that you’re so judgmental for only knowing me all of two days, where we’ve spoken maybe a total of fifteen minutes.”

“Two days,” he practically scoffed. The darkness ebbed from his features and something a bit more frightening replaced it. A confident wisdom he wasn’t even trying to hide. “Why were you crying?”

“I don’t think I want to share that with you,” she replied, confused by his response and unsure if she was leery of him in general or just the things he made her feel.

“Allison,” he said, and if she wasn’t imagining things, it was both a warning and an enticement. “I’m not blind. You’re not in love with him, nor he with you. This world is rife with marriages of convenience. Every last person on this island is fucking somebody else, in love with someone else. They married for money and status, that is all.”

“Is there a point to your grim fairytale?” she asked, defensive out of fear. Fear that everything he’d just mentioned was her bleak future. Fear that it wasn’t. She was so screwed up.

“I know you overheard us talking earlier, he and I,” he said. “Is that why you’re upset?”

“Nothing about that conversation upset me, Mr. Pelagos,” she deadpanned. “Everything you managed to get out of Finn–for your own benefit, apparently–I’ve known for years. And I don’t care. It works to my advantage. Now, if that’s all, I think I’d like to get some sleep.”

He stepped right into her path, wrapping her in his arms. Just like the first time, the pull was overwhelming. Heat infused her every cell and the same, insane emotions she experienced with the ocean running over her skin attempted to consume her.

“Thirio,” he purred. “Say it just once and I’ll let you walk away from me…again.”

Ally’s lungs felt labored, the salty air between them charged with delirium. That’s what they were; lunacy incarnate. Nothing about it was sane or healthy, and she feared that giving him even that much–speaking his name–would be the very fracture destined to shatter her life.

Recognizing that possibility gave her the strength to shove free of his hold and stare him down with all the indignation she didn’t feel.

“Goodnight, Mr. Pelagos,” she stated firmly, immediately turning away.

“All I have to do is wait, little fish,” he called after her. “Very soon, you’re going to swim back to me.”

The irony of his words nearly caused her to laugh, even as it broke her heart. “Not in this lifetime,” she promised.

©A.C. Melody


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I really need to figure out how to make these things shorter… 😐