Wednesday, 21 February 2018

Mid Week Tease #MWTease

Welcome to Mid Week Tease. This week a few from my new release THE MOBSTER'S GIRL. Meet Roper Hermanus, a kinky bad boy who lives life on the edge and knows how to have a good time.

Back Cover Information

When the going gets tough, Beth Rammada has no choice but to get the hell out of Chicago. Her family are sinking fast and she's at risk of being used as bait to hurt her father. 

But living on the streets of New York is no walk in the park, until that is, she's taken under the rather dubious wing of Roper Hermanus. He's rough and hard and likes it kinky, or so he says. But should she stick around and help her sexy new friend turn a few tricks? Or should she be running for the hills? 

As their journey reveals secrets, Beth falls for the man who's shown her a new side to her erotic self. It seems their demons are compatible; the underworld, extortion and blackmail is their currency. 

Until that is the biggest secret of all has to be announced to their families. Will Beth's life ever be the same again? Does she want it to be? And will her mobster lover be there when she needs him most? 

*Previously published with different cover art and the title MOBSTER*

“Come here,” Roper said, muting the sound on the program he’d been watching.
Beth did as he’d instructed and stood by the bed next to him. A sudden attack of nerves went through her and seemed to accentuate the tingling sensation already traveling over her skin from the hot water.
“How many lovers you had?” he asked, narrowing his eyes.
He tipped his head. “That’s including me, right?”
She clenched her fists. “Yeah, so?”
“So, nothing.” He reached for her hand. “Though it does make it a bit more fun. You’re almost a virgin.”
“Am not.”
He chuckled. “Come here. We’ve got time to kill before the pizza arrives, and I’ve got a plan.”
She swept her tongue over her bottom lip and admired the way his muscles rippled beneath the surface of his shoulders as he moved. “A plan to fuck, right? Show me more of your kinks?”
“You know me so well already.” He shuffled down the bed, so he was lying flat. “Sit on my face.”
“You heard me. Lose the towel and sit on my face. I want to lick that sweet pussy of yours without getting a damn neckache.”
“Neckache...what are you? An old man?”
“I’m a man, honey, but age is just a number.” He unhooked her towel, and it fell to the floor.


  1. She could always pay back for any rudeness by sitting *hard* on his face . . . but I don't imagine she wants to do that.

  2. Oh, I love his style, lol.