(Adult Content, 18+) The year is 1978 and Astoria Briggs is a board mixer for Capital Records, when one day her boss tells her the infamous Quincy Jones' client is stuck on a song. They need a mixer, someone with an ear for music, someone fresh to the scene. Astoria was just the person they were looking for and the rest, well... It's difficult to explain. This story spans four decades in total. *Rated Mature for graphic scenes depicted of the medical nature, child abuse depictions, language, and sexual themes* (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ Winner of the Best 80's MJ Fiction Award, 2019

****BOOK 2 RELEASE NOVEMBER 30TH***

Yearning for that dominance, that need to take charge, I shoved his tongue out of my mouth and inserted mines into his. He gripped my ass firmly. He groaned against my mouth, enjoying me as I struggled to take control of him. I pulled away. Reaching for the little clasp on my bra, I licked my lips seductively as I unclasped it. I slowly teased him, hiding my breast with the little material. Anxious, and hungry, he snatched it away, exposing my full breast to him. This is happening? ..... (Werewolf genre) (Contains sexually explicit scenes/language.)

FOR MATURE AUDIENCE. 18+ ***PUBLISHED MAY 26TH ON AMAZON FOR PAPERBACK AND E-BOOK**** ********* "Damn, you're sexy." The intense silence was broken by a deep virile voice. I inhaled a breath as I listened to the light breathing of another. Strangely, I was not freighted but more curious then any. "Spread your legs for me." For some insane reason, I felt the need to obey. I felt the need to do what was asked of me. I parted my smooth legs, allowing the cool air to tickle my exposed core. Silence left me wondering. Left me nervous yet anticipating this moment... ***** This story, Alpha's Dirty Little Secret, has been published. The full version of this story is available on Amazon and Kindle for reading.