Author Bio- Kathrine Rhodes
Author of erotica, light BDSM erotica and paranormal
erotica. Expert in the profundities of bad movies and awful literature. Armed
with her Bachelors of English, Literature she has set her mind to writing
erotic romances which are kinky, dirty, and fun. A lackadaisical laundry
goddess, Katherine resides in Philadelphia with her husband, three cats and a
betta named Fishtian Grey.
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Excerpt
Consensual: A Club Imperial Novel, book 1
Nathaniel laughed and rolled his eyes. He reached for the
door, only to have it jump at him and nail him directly in the face. He yelped
and jumped back, putting a hand over his nose. He looked to find Emmy was
standing there, horrified.
“Oh, my God, Nathaniel!” she said. “I'm so sorry! I didn't
mean to! I didn't know you were there! You're not going to fire me, are you?”
There was a grandiose thump from behind them and they spun
around to find Victor had been laughing so hard he fell over in the chair and
was now sprawled across the floor, still laughing and gasping for air.
Nathaniel found himself starting to laugh, and Emmy put a hand over her mouth
to try and stop the laughter, but it was useless.
Nathaniel walked back and helped his brother off the floor,
righting the chair. He took the files from Emmy's hands and put them on
Victor's desk, then held the door open for Emmy and himself, walked back out of
the room and closed the door. “I can't fire you,” he explained. “Victor is your
boss, not me. And since you just made him laugh so hard he fell out of a chair,
your job is safe. For now.”
“For now.” She smiled.
“Look, Emmy…I think you've figured out we're a pretty
unconventional office here, and most of the usual rules of business are kind of
out the window.”
“It's not every day a CEO falls off his chair laughing about
what just happened.”
“True,” Nathaniel said, touching his nose. “Look, I was
wondering if you'd like to maybe go out to dinner with me.”
Her eyes grew wide with shock. “Um...I...”
“You can think about it,” he said. “I know it's kind of
weird and—”
“Um, Nathaniel, I...” She looked confused. “Dinner?” she
asked.
“Yes,” he replied.
She took a short breath. “All right, yes. Dinner.”
“Friday?” Nathaniel asked.
She thought for a minute. “Friday would be fine.”
“Great, and I know this great little club we can go to
afterward, Imperial?”
Emmy started choking again. He patted her on the back. “I'm
kidding! I'm kidding! I would never take anyone there on a first date. That's
at least a second date.”
She looked at him, and he suddenly couldn't look away from
her eyes. She seemed trapped by him as well. They stared at each other, the
tension rising between them. He found himself panting, his lips dry.
She grabbed his hand and dragged him into his office.
Excerpt
Not Quite Juliet
“Morgan, the guys.” They all waved at me, except Dave, who
just went back to locking up the last of his cases. I knew I didn’t like him.
Nick put his hand on the small of my back and pressed me into the room. “Morgan
is apparently a superfangirl who was helping Stat behind the bar tonight.”
“She’s not acting like a groupie,” Vatori said.
“You should have seen her mating dance,” he said.
“Oh, God,” I grimaced, putting a hand to my head.
Vatori walked up to me carrying his bass equipment in one
hand. “Nice to meet you, Morgan. I have to be places tomorrow morning, so
forgive me running out.” He stuck his hand out and I shook it. “Try coming back
on a Friday or Saturday. We’ll get you back here.”
The little bitch in my head was trying to slip her bonds and
do the Dougie again. She needed to pick a different dance. “Thanks.” He slipped
out the door behind us.
Van and Ript both finished what they were doing a moment
later and headed for the door. Van only had a bag with him, but Ript had an
amplifier and guitar. Van grabbed the amp and walked at me. “We’ve all got
stuff tomorrow. We’d love it if you came back when we can stay, Morgan.” He
shook my hand as well and stepped out.
Ript winked and shook my hand. “Ditto, chica. Come back
another night.” He had a vague, sexy Latino accent. He disappeared out the door
as well.
Nick took my hand and walked me in further, to his corner.
He had a desk there with a lamp, paper and pens and stuff. There were several
set lists and pay stubs and folders with labels on them. He drained the rest of
the beer and put in the recycle bin. I must’ve given him a funny look because
he nodded at the can. “Save the planet.”
“Nice,” I agreed.
The door slammed behind us and we both turned to look. We
were alone and Nick glowered at the door for a moment before mumbling,
“Asshole.” He looked at me. “More and more that guy is becoming an asshole. He
was cool until we sat down and voted to not going any further than being a
local band. Now, he’s rude all the time.” He smiled. “I’m sorry.”
“Nah, it’s fine,” I said. “He’s not exactly my favorite.” My
eyes went wide, and I was horrified at the fangirl statement.
But, Nick just laughed lightly. “We have that much in
common.”
He turned back and rifled through some more stuff, grabbing
two pieces of paper. He pulled the jacket off the chair, and tossed it on. He
put the papers in the jacket pocket inside and then reached into another and
pulled out keys. He grabbed my hand, and we walked back out of the dressing
room. He pulled it closed and turned to lock it. “Was it everything you
dreamed?”
“Smelled like gym socks,” I said. “Didn’t smell like that in
my dream.”
He laughed lightly and we started walking toward a back
door. “What did it smell like in your dream?”
“Patchouli,” I admitted. “And I have no idea why.”
“You think we’re dirty hippies?”
“Apparently,” I answered. “But now I know the truth.”
“And that would be?”
“You’re all dirty gym socks.”
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