All followed by, Lana’s Gamble, which is a short story by Dark Angel.
Both are never before seen and brand new. They will never be published anywhere else separately.
Our goal in this is simple.
To entertain you as long as we can to give you the best experience with the words that we hold so dear. Because while we may be in various corners of the world, the fact that we are sharing these brings us closer together we feel.
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Alexis
Lana’s Market
“Don’t worry too much about it babe.” Anders puts his hand against the curve of where my neck and shoulders meet on one side, the other hand cupping my face. It is not a subtle move of possession but at this point, I don’t think he even realizes just how simply he claims me with his every touch.
Neither of my men do, but I notice...it is my job to notice.
My job. Ahh, so I’m still absolutely the luckiest girl in the world. Really, no complaints here. But something happened with my last book...and getting back to where I want to be is hard.
No, not the massive success of Virgin Market. I achieved that success but whether my book makes ten dollars in a day, or a hundred, it is reader emails that really make it for me. I have legit fans now and it matters more than those dollars.
But I wrote something I can’t really call off-brand -- Abby taught me to always be myself and I’d never stray from that, just like she never has -- but it was sweeter. “I blame you,” I say with a laugh as Logan walks in from the other entrance to my writing cave.
Anders strokes his thumb over my lower lip. The pad of his thumb tracing the pout of my lip makes me shiver, and I keep my eyes on Logan as I suck in the tip of Anders’s thumb. “Mmm,” I moan, because the taste of his skin is just the distraction I need.
“This book is just...different, but so much me,” I say.
Logan cocks his head to the side and laughs, kneeling down and crouching so that he’s only a little above my height now. He pushes his forehead against mine. “You’re you and that’s what matters. The story is going to be fantastic. You’ll have a much easier time if you relax.” Logan turns slightly and kisses my ear softly. “You don’t even have to relax the way we all generally prefer.” Whispering, his lips on my ear, he makes me shiver, too. Yeah, of course my men and I fuck constantly. I mean, I want to fuck them constantly too. But we’ve realized that too much fucking veers away from being inspiration and instead? Well, my energies are just best conserved for when I get past book hump.
That’s what we call it. Book Hump comes, and we don’t cum...until I get into a better place for the book and then I’m over the hump and they cum all over me.
Yeah, like I said...I am so not complaining. I’m fighting that war of art, one toe-curling orgasm from two feet of perfect man meat at a time.
Anders takes his hand from me and closes my laptop. He’s fortunate that my word processor will auto-save, because I can’t lose the words that I just wrote on Buyer’s Market. This book is the most important thing, to me, that I’ve written to date. I don’t want to lose any part of this perfect torment the book is giving me. It is hard to describe, but the reason I’m feeling weird is because I’ve skipped over the sex and written nothing but the moments leading to the sex...and I keep doing that. My characters are not anyone’s idea of a traditional couple at all. By all accounts, they shouldn’t be together. But that doesn’t matter to me in any of my books because when the characters speak, I just listen. I give them what they need. That’s the HEA, baby, with the heat! Except, I’m not bringing that heat right now. It isn’t like I’m suffering in the sex department. Holding off, partaking, trying to be reasonable -- there hasn’t been a sex diet for real life that has translated into proper portions in the book.
Now, some writers...they realize that they don’t love writing sex. Personally, I love seeing Abby’s eyes when she reads just how much sex I want in a book. She knows that’s how I thrive. And it isn’t like I don’t want to write the sex for Buyer’s Market. What has me concerned is that --
“Lana!” Anders says, touching my shoulder.
Logan scoops me up into his arms and carries me out of the room. “Anders didn’t close your laptop because he wanted you thinking about work.” Okay, I understand that, but I can’t leave my thought hanging. “I usually want to write all the sex first, but now I’m just so caught up in other stuff...the story...it is just getting really angsty and I wonder if these characters are just going to be boring to people. I know the sex will be hot but that won’t matter if no one likes my character,” I say, and I’m actually frowning.
I know that not everyone will like the story and generally I can accept that. But right now I’m just very upset about that...about the whole book.
“What you need is something I know you tell your characters,” Anders says in a low voice.
Logan puts me on the touch -- facing the back.
Anders walks around to the other side.
I feel the temperature in the room rise. Sex would be a very nice distraction right now, yeah, and I’m grateful for it. But, hey, writer, so even my hazily horny brain is wondering what Anders meant.
Logan is first to tease me. “Arms up.” His commanding voice practically demands on its own that
I obey.
My body is melting to comply.