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"Nicolina, West Coast Doms is confusing the hell outta me." Scratches head. "Where's book one???" Stay with me, I'll explain everything. As Restraining Reeba is about to hit the shelves after a LONG time of putting in hard work to do Reeba and Ryder justice, and to get all the elements of a wonderful story in place, I've plotted other things as well, and right now things might seem a smidge confusing. Still here? All right, let's go! Commanding Casey was initially written as a standalone. Casey and Cole had their riveting ride to their HEA and all is well that ends well, yes? Wrong. Sandra, Cole's ex wife, is not a lady who sits where you put her. She demanded a book of her own. Saving Sandra was born. As I wrote Sandra, I knew there were more to these people. They had history. Sandra and Cole were a couple in their teens, they got married, had friends, got their kids, and then something terrible happened - something that tore all of them apart. As Reeba Mitchell introduced herself in Sandra's book, along with Ryder, and they got their book, Restraining Reeba, the rest of the cast came knocking. Peter and Penelope demanded their book, and lo and behold, they'd known both Sandra and Cole back in the days. Yeah, I HAD to tell the story of how it all fell apart. So book 1 (Casey) is now book 2, and I'm writing as fast as I can to give you book 1 - Punishing Penelope. It's up for preorder and so far it's looking awesome! Yet another couple to love, coming to you soon.  It's so easy to make the ex a b*tch. I love writing female friendships, and I've written a whole lot of strong women in rough spots, not only the heroines, but also the side characters. When I wrote Commanding Casey, the plan was to write an evil ex. Cole has his views on Sandra, and they are not nice. Things ended badly between them. These things happen. When we're in his head we get to know her as cold-hearted and selfish. Then I wrote Sandra. We met her, and she didn't agree to the narrative at all. Turns out Sandra is a human being with good and bad sides, and she is quiet adorable. She also got her own book.  https://twitter.com/NicolinaMartin/status/1347856615744167940?s=20 Experimenting with Twitter...   We're moving close to the yearly festivities, Christmas is around the corner for my family. Another thing that's around the corner is the release of Saving Sandra, and OMG is it anticpated! Keep an eye on this site, and if you haven't yet - sign up to my newsletter!
https://www.subscribepage.com/welcomenicolinamartin  Some serious talk for once. I want to talk about how to get your book published. There are so many hopeful people who fall victim to the predators out there, and I hope this can save at least a few from emptying their bank account.
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My first anthology. My first Daddy book. 2020 has been like no other year, for so many reasons. Many of us feel the same: out of control, like we need a life coach, or for someone to gently take hold of us and carry us through the rough days. I dug deep into my own well of need when I wrote Carrie and Misha. I fight every day to stay upright and carry on, and I'm not known for asking for help. That is surely one of my bigger downfalls. With Carrie, I had to find the softness in me and put aside my 'can self' attitude. I had to let Misha in. Carrie is used to taking care of others, and of managing everything herself. Misha sees her need, but he also recognizes that she will not bend easily. She doesn't know how to allow him to worship her and care for her. It makes for some interesting clashes between them... *** NEW EXCERPT: *** 'He smiles and squares his shoulders while tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. “I know why you haven’t called the cops on Daddy.” Daddy. That word again. He can’t know of the rush that shoots through me when he says it, about the depths of my need for someone to see me, to want me, to care for me for once. I put my hands on my hips. “Yeah? And why is that?” He leans in. I have nowhere to go. Closer. A breath away. “Because you want more.” I inhale to object, because it’s in my nature to do so, but he steals my thought, then my mind, my will, and finally my breath, as he presses his lips against mine in a kiss that is over all too soon. “Come, Miss Ellerbrock. You will be late.” He takes my hand and places it in the crook of his arm, and then we walk. Or he walks. I stumble after him, dazed. My senses are swamped by him: the taste of Russian gangster on my lips, his spicy scent in my nose, the muscles in his arm coiling beneath my fingers. I want to sniff him all over and fill my lungs with that edible scent, but I lift my chin and keep my nose to myself. I want to squeeze and see what he feels like, if he’s made of stone or flesh, but I force my touch to remain light. He follows me inside, making a lap around the kitchen, his hands clasped behind his back, as if he’s surveying his new domain. After looking through the rooms in the basement, he disappears upstairs for a while. I get to work preparing dough, the whole time acutely aware of his existence somewhere in the vicinity. “I will come to pick you up after work. Do you close at six? Do you always walk?” I almost jump through the roof, my heart shooting to my throat. “Fuck!” Misha holds up my tiara and puts a hand on my shoulder, turning me toward him. He tuts as he strokes some hair off my face and then carefully puts the tiara in place. “Such a foul mouth on such a pretty girl. I told you no swearing. Tonight, you will receive ten slaps for your disobedience. Say ‘yes, Daddy, I understand.’” I stare at him, speechless. My mouth falls open but no words come out. He waits. For me. To be coherent. “Carrie. With every second you wait with your answer, I will add a slap. I can be patient, but this is tiring.” “Yes, Daddy, I understand!” I blurt out. Hot and cold run along my back. The chill makes my heart tremble while the heat settles between my legs. What the hell did I just agree to? A beautiful smile spreads across his face. “Good girl. I will work on your reward.” I gasp and widen my eyes. “Reward?” His smile turns into a smirk. “After you have taken your punishment.” The pathetic mewl that climbs up my throat makes my cheeks burn in fierce competition with my pussy.' *** Pre-order today for just $0.99 ~ LIMITED TIME ONLY Release date: September 29,2020 Universal link: https://books2read.com/Dirtydaddies2020 |
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