Evernight Publishing’s Readers’ Choice Award: Final Voting

Cuffed-and-Collared-evernightpublishing-JayAHeer2016-finalimageFirst I’d like to thank all the readers out there that voted for Cuffed & Collared. I’ve made the cut in the suspense category. Thank you, wonderful readers, for the nomination. THANK YOU! (I can’t get enough of saying that!) I am truly humbled. I absolutely loved writing this one and once college hell settles down for me, I do have a sequel in mind just as dark as suspenseful as the first.

Now we’re in the final stretch and it’s time to vote for your favorites in each category. Good luck to all my Evernight peeps. When you enter, you’re automatically eligible to win a $50 Evernight Publishing gift certificate. Just think of the books you could hoard with that!

Voting ends November 30, 2016.

Click here to vote.

Latest Release: Dark & Dirty Anthology


I’m late and I certainly didn’t mean to but a death of a close friend of the family has my brain in power down mode. Regardless, I have to say working with these ladies was splendid and I surely thank them for dealing with my wishy-washy methods and pantster disease. I am truly blessed to be part of this project. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, ladies.

On with the show, shall we?

Four dangerously dark and delicious stories that will awaken your dirtiest fantasies.

NOT ONE NIGHT by D.C. Stone:

One night of pleasure isn’t worth losing a lifetime of friendship. Or a reputation. Or a career. A spot in the social standing. That irritating innocence. Or the always-so-present pride.

But it is worth losing her heart.

REDEEMER by Kastil Eavenshade:

His family has the wealth and power to give him anything … except approval.

Gianni Bencivenni marks his time in lines of cocaine. One lover is the same as the next within the walls of addiction—until his family puts a contract out on his life. On the run with the last man he wants to be in close quarters with, Gianni has to decide whether his yearning for acceptance and love can overpower his need for a drug-filled haze.

Johnny “Butcher” Mascagni marks the black sins he commits. Death is his profession and ghosts of the dead haunt his waking moments. His penance for the dark life he’s led. Through all the men who have shared his bed, love is a promise that eludes him. When a former lover becomes his last assignment, Butcher must decide if he can set his demons free and open his heart again.

SLICK by Lea Bronsen:

Ex-convict Luke has been fortunate enough to land a small job as a kitchen assistant, but he’s lonely and crippled by baggage from the past.

CEO Roman Spencer also has his share of problems. It doesn’t help that a tough and hot-headed kitchen worker begins to plague his mind…and body.

The more Luke runs into Roman, the more his dark fantasy turns into attraction. If he surrenders, his thug pride will effectively go down the drain.

ADDICTIONS by R. Brennan:

Alexis Harrison is a mess. She’s managed to blow out her knee, lose her scholarship, and get hooked on pain killers. Now she’s playing mule to her dealer, who is her only friend, to support her ever increasing habit.

If something doesn’t change soon, her addiction is going to cost Lexi more than just everything.



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“Bencivenni, you little prick.”

Gianni yawned, scratching his chin before flicking his fingers at the large inmate who entered his cell. Frank had been stupid enough to believe his lie he’d share the pilfered drugs if the dumbass parted his cheeks. “Fuck off, you piece of shit.” He offered one finger to the two men with the hulking brute.

“You took my share.” Frank towered over him, spittle dribbling from his mouth.

“I took what was mine all along. You were the idiot who believe I’d give anything to you.” His palm slammed into Frank’s crotch before gripping his balls tight. Standing while the cowed man screamed, Gianni grinned. His tongue snaked out and licked the side of Frank’s face. “Or is it that you hoped I’d drop to my knees and suck your cock, lover boy.” He ground his crotch against his victim’s. “Maybe you’d prefer the feel of my cock in your ass.”

Frank’s skin reddened and, before Gianni could move, the brute snapped his head forward. Pain exploded in his face as the cartilage in his nose snapped. The sting spread, but Gianni laughed and squeezed harder. He pushed Frank away. One swing at the blurry image to his right didn’t connect and he lost his balance. Frank’s goons took turns kicking his sides. Blood smeared on the floor and each blow radiated agony through his body, yet he laughed louder. If only his brothers had the stones to bestow such a beat down he’d think higher of them. Gianni cursed at the sounds of the guards breaking up the fight. The drugs did nothing to make him feel something beyond dead inside. One thing branding him more than a walking corpse were the delightful scars of his scraps inside and the pain that accompanied them.

He staggered to his feet. The room spun and warped. His fingers smeared the something wet and sticky across his cheek. “Why does it still smell like bitch in here?”

“I’m going to fucking kill you, runt.” Frank’s blurry image broke free of the guards. Gianni smiled, although brief. The world tilted around him as he hit the floor.

Passive-Aggressive Neighbors Getting Their Douche On

img_6208.jpgWhile I’m a cat person, my younger sister has two dogs. Pit bulls, to be exact. Two darling girls that are so loveable and, even though I smell like cat, are happy to greet me when I visit her down in North Carolina. It’s been I guess about a year since I was there but when I treated myself to Bojangles, all I ever got was sad puppy eyes because I wasn’t sharing. Never did Lulu or Nala try to snatch my goodies away though the yumminess was in range.

I’ve seen countless pictures of them laying on her big couch snuggled close to her. I have no doubt if anyone attacked her, they’d defend to their last dying breath. So activities like a late night run in the park near her house really aren’t cause for alarm. These dogs live for a good jog and obey her commands.

So fast forward to this past Sunday. She has a friend over–a mutual one from our high school days–and is cooking up some food on the grill. The friend is outside when this all goes down.

Let me say this before I go on. Nala is a playful girl. My sister takes her often to this place called Lucky Dog Bark & Brew where *gasp* dogs play with each other.

img_7775.jpgNow back to the story: My sister is going out while Uber Douche Neighbor is walking in the back alleyway between homes. Seriously, this is a road people use to access their garages so why walk through there in essentially someone’s backyard? Nala runs out because “YAY! Other dogs!” One of the Uber Douche Neighbor’s dogs goes after Nala. My sister is stunned and speechless but runs over to get her dog off Uber’s dog which was super easy because they listen to their momma. Lulu is out too but a mere spectator because she has knee problems.

No blood was drawn and Uber says to my sister “I think she’s okay” and goes on her way. My sister wanted to check her dog but Uber refused.

You see, my sister is a nurse. While we’ve always had our spats, I know she has the biggest heart in the world which is why nursing was the perfect profession for her to pursue. She also has steady hours which the dogs love because, you know, those walks are their favorite. We often have a three-way conversation with our mum that ends with my sister saying “Got to go. The girls are waiting for their walk.” Lucky her. She’s got a shorter commute than me. Those dogs are the first thing on her mind. Not dinner or what’s on the television–taking care of her babies.

Just like me, our animals come first. Even during my visit, she showed me how to chain the girls for them to go potty outside and which treats to give them when they did a good job. They were patient when I did this always and never tried to bully their way out. These are her fur babies and loves flows unconditionally both ways.

So imagine her shock when she came home to a note crammed in her door:


“We could have reported your neglected dogs several times by now.

If I was inside all day & my only exercise was being chained to a 10×10 plot I’d attack too.

We have 2 elderly bulldogs & your unsecured dogs have caused problems on multiple occasions.

I’d report you but I don’t ant to see the dogs put down.

If your dogs attack my dogs b/c they are unleashed one more time there’s going to be an issue.

Exercise your dogs. I never see them walked! What the actual fuck is wrong with you?”

img_8092.jpgNow let’s break down this passive-aggressive note, shall we? My sister has never seen this woman before yet she claims my sister’s dogs are neglected. I mean, is she video taping my sister’s every move to know her schedule? Then she claims the only exercise is being chained to the back yard–which is only done for them to use the bathroom (hint: that 10×10 plot). These dogs are walked daily but I guess she never sees this because my sister doesn’t take them down back alleys and sticks to main streets and the awesome trail park a hop, skip, and a jump from her community.

Uber wants to report my sister’s dogs but the problem is my sister has a witness that her dog attacked first … soooo …. kind of hard to report something when it’s false, right? My sister has had zero instances where her bogs attacked anyone. She had them in obedience school for a reason. People fear pit bulls because of ignorance.

Then, after claiming the only exercise they get is being chained to the 10×10 plot, Uber bemoans that the unsecured dogs better not attack again (except her dog was the aggressor), there will be trouble! Perhaps Uber’s last phrase should be turned on her.

What the actual fuck indeed.

Pit bulls aren’t a bad breed. It is the humans that make them horrible. Do this pictures look like the faces of neglected dogs?