I'll be creating an M/M romance, for which I've already got a cover (I think this might be a paranormal -- not sure, but that tattoo on his chest hints of it.) When I get that baby out there, then I could check off another thing on my existing bio...

I'll also debut a Romantic Comedy of sorts - I've got a quirky snarky lead character who can't wait to bust onto my computer screen and live there for the next however many months!

Geneva DuBois, a minor character from the Purr Scent serial, might have a spin-off of her own. If I don't get to it this year 2015, then for sure she'll show up the following year. Maybe.

However, all these exciting projects wouldn't exist if there weren't readers supporting my work. So I'm also looking forward to more opportunities to engage with my fan base. That's where the magic really happens -- when I hear and feel all the love!

Happy New Year, folks! May you all achieve everything you truly desire and share that bounty with your loved ones!

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Ha! What a joke. Even her part-time on-campus admin job didn’t cover the rest of her expenses.

So Amber had done the obvious: forget the books.

Thus, her pursuit of the printed word became a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure disaster. The first choice was to borrow the books that were available for circulation at the library, renewing them as often as possible, and making it on someone’s Chronic Hold Hit List.

For books not available in the library, the second choice was to scan and print free copies from the student computer labs (despite the long line of Death Glares waiting to use them) for the books she could buy and return within thirty days for her money back. Thus, making it on someone else’s Copyright Infringement Sue-Happy Hit List.

Since most new editions weren’t in the library and were unavailable used, the third and last choice was to buy the books that were nonrefundable after breaking the shrink-wrap (like the one that was sitting in front of her right now), which meant that Amber made someone’s New Editions Duped List.

Which brought Amber back to her miserable existence in the cafe.

Concentrate? Right. Not when her stomach was scolding her.

Before another rumble could sound from the beast, Amber stood up and made a move on it...

Kaylee tightened the grip on her briefcase as she approached the tall medical office building. She was here, fifteen minutes early. After taking a long deep breath, she entered through the double doors into a large lobby and instantly felt small.

Small town girl in a big city. Who the heck had she thought she was to leave that life and trade it for this one?

Oh, yeah, because she couldn’t have pursued what she wanted—in work AND in her personal life—as if she had any of either lately.

“May I help you?” asked a security guard behind the massive desk.

“I’m looking for Dr. Monica Halverson’s office?”

Drat. Quit sounding like a tourist.

But she was a tourist. Kind of. She didn’t belong here. Yet. But she’d make this city her home, her new sanctuary.

“Fifth floor,” the security guard said after checking the digitized screen before him. “Room 502.”

“Thank you.” Kaylee smiled stiffly at the guard and proceeded to the elevators. The thing about medical buildings in the city was that no matter how large, there always seemed to be only two cars that took forever to get there. At this rate, she would only be ten minutes early.

When the car doors opened, Kaylee stepped inside and pressed the key for the fifth floor. Right before the doors shut, an attractive woman (almost thirty?) in a Speedo top and sweatpants entered. She had a strip of spiky brown hair, kind of like a short mohawk, that was dyed blond at the tips. The rest of her hair, which was the same length as the spikes, hung naturally with that soft butch look.

Was she a dyke?

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Purr Scent V: The Menagerie is a 21,000-word Purr Billionaire M/F/F (MFF or Male-female-female) BDSM Erotic Romance written by Purr Erotica Romance author Jacintha Topaz. This erotic read contains the first negotiated scene between three consenting adults. The threesome will deepen their bonds in Part VI: The Matrimony.

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Although every fiber in his being ached to chase after Mariah, Clark forced himself to stay exactly where he stood—in the heart of the vixen’s den. He had Mariah’s spare key after all. They had plenty of time the rest of the day for aftercare. However, what he needed to speak with Britta about right now could not be discussed in only ten- to twenty-minute bouts of time here and there.

They fucking needed to stop meeting like this. No more reactive mode, or else he would fall right into Britta’s clutches as he suspected Mariah had.

Besides, he needed to lay down his terms in no uncertain particulars, especially when Britta seemed to take as she pleased, even when Mariah was already taken.

He took a seat at the couch, crossed his leg and raised a hand to his chin. Deliberately he kept his breath slow and even, calm and measured. Completely relaxed, he studied his subject, who reflected a mirror of utter tranquility and poise. Then, still eying the woman before him, he raised the glass of water originally offered to Mariah and downed a generous gulp of the ice cold liquid.

“Well, your so-called sub has fled.” Unnerved, Britta met his scrutiny and crossed her arms. Clark wondered if she did that intentionally to give her breasts a lift. The woman wasn’t hard on the eyes – the platinum blond hair trimmed to a boyish cut, the royal blue pant suit, the heels. Yet, everything about her was hard as armor. “Aren’t you going to chase her down again? If she’s yours, then you should keep her collared and prevent her from being served by other Doms.”

“Pardon the expression, but you sound like a broken record, Ms. Akerman,” Clark said, refusing to be led by the chain. He drank some more water before swirling it around, letting the ice clink against the glass before setting it down. “Water can kill. Yet, water can sustain life.”

“What point are you trying to make?” she asked with narrowed eyes.

“I’m painting a picture of ice,” he continued. “In the right environment, at the right temperature, every piece of frost can melt.”

“Get to the point before I kick you out of here.”

“Rigidity imparts inflexibility, break-ability, and fragility. Flow provides mobility, direction, and resilience.”

“Don’t wax poetic,” she snapped. “Quit pulling comparisons out of your ass as if apples were oranges.”

“On the contrary,” Clark said. “I’m stating facts. Nothing poetic about that. What am I? At least ten years your senior? I’ve run a business—several, actually—far longer than you have. Apples aren’t oranges but they do have the potential to produce delicious cider as they age.”

“So I’m the orange?” She threw him an arch look...

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