Evil Kisses

“Really? That’s where you want the kiss?”

No, where I want the kiss would have her creaming her cotton fucking panties. Christ knows it has me about to soak my goddamn trousers.

~See The Evil

Three Wise Men

Book 1

by Molly Grayson

See The Evil: Wedding Dress

I stare at the embossed wedding invite as though it’s an emaciated Great White and I’m on my fucking period. I’ve been here before. Done this before. Bought a big, white dress and set that bitch on fire. Before.

~See The Evil

Three Wise Men

Book 1

by Molly Grayson

See The Evil: Attack of the Queen Bee

Dash’s hard eyes are on mine as she waves away the security milling around her like they’re pesky bees and she’s their motherfucking Queen. At that moment, I wouldn’t put it past her to fuck them, just to make their dicks explode and watch them die.

~See The Evil

Three Wise Men

Book 1

by Molly Grayson

Hug Me Baby This One Time

Puppies are cute. Baby chicks are cute. Kittens, guinea pigs, and fluffy freaking bunnies. Those things are cute. But women? They’re hot. They’re sexy. They’re a good time between the sheets. The one thing they are not is cute. Except Torrigan is. She’s so cute it’s sickening. And yet I’m not sick. I’m fascinated, and I want to hug her. 

Jesus, I want to hug her. I don’t even hug my mother.

~Reyes, Untitled story

The Original Billionaire Brothers
(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)

by Molly Grayson

Get Off The Pot, Lancelot!

Gannon acts like some White Knight of the Round Toilet. But he’s not Lancelot, and she’s my Guinevere.

~Reyes, Untitled

The Original Billionaire Brothers
(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)

by Molly Grayson

Catch My Breath or Bed My Angel?

I need a second, a breather before I do something stupid. Like sweep her off her feet, carry her to the nearest bed of roses, and fuck her until the only name she knows is mine. 

~Reyes, Untitled story

The Original Billionaire Brothers
(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)

by Molly Grayson

Batteries Not Included?

What does she think about being in bed with a man while surrounded by another woman’s belongings? Does it bother her? It bothers me. Those are my things, and Reyes is my man. He’s my love. But she gets him. She has him while I’m as lonely as a vibrator without batteries. 

~Torrigan, Untitled story

The Original Billionaire Brothers
(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)

by Molly Grayson

A Box of Broken...WHAT's?!?

“Speaking of balls, don’t you get tired of blue ones?” 

Tired isn’t the half of it. If I don’t get relief from something other than my hand soon, I’ll be as useless as a box of broken condoms.

~Reyes, Untitled story
The Original Billionaire Brothers

(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)

by Molly Grayson

Even Debauched Dicks Can't Always Get It Up...

The most debauched dick in Manhattan, and I can’t get it up.

~Reyes Lockwood, Untitled story

The Original Billionaire Brothers
(of The Billionaire Brotherhood)

by Molly Grayson

The Kinky Beast is Finally Off His Leash...

His beast hadn’t been this off its leash for as long as Delancey could remember. That meant their three-year-long abstinence was about to come to a quick but brutal end.

~In Love, There Was You (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)

Kinky Ties

“Take him somewhere private. Tie his ass to something, anything. The colder, the harder, the better.”

Thane made a sound of disgust. He was ignored.

~In Love, There Was You (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)

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Dark Decrees & Kinky Choices

Sebastian heard the dark undercurrent in Thane’s decree but he chose to ignore it. He wasn’t Thane’s bitch. Not anymore.

~In Love, There Was You (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)

Molly's Teasetastic Tuesday Takeover (Part Two)

Hey everyone! Mia gave herself a much needed day off. So she asked me to takeover her blog for her—again.

Sigh. The things we do for those we love... 

Aw, I'm just messing around. I am super excited to be here. I mean, come on, it's Teasetastic Tuesday. Who doesn't love to be a tease once in a while? Or in my case, more than once in a while.

Bow chicka wow wow. 

Like last time, my unedited tease comes from Torn Between Twins (Tales of the Taken Bridesmaids Book 1). I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Kisses,
Molly

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“Knock, knock?”

No answer. 

I glance around. The large, open space is desolate. Maya isn’t slaving away in the kitchen while Emery sits at the bar stuffing her face with Cheetos. There are no overgrown apes crowded around the dining room table and the living room couch looks lonely. No music blares from the Bose sound system. No tv plays ESPN in the background. It is freaky quiet.

“Anybody home?”

I laugh. Somebody has to be home.

“I know y’all are here somewhere. It’s like a Walmart parking lot party out front and there are no teenagers in sight.”

Still, no response. Just crickets.

I huff before hauling myself to the stairs and trucking it up to what is affectionately known as the Fuller Floor. It’s as empty as a pint of Ben and Jerry’s during PMS when I get there. “What the fuck is going on?” Turning, I trot back the way I came. “I’m talking to myself. That’sa what’s going on.” 

I head down the stairs. I’m halfway to the bottom when I notice—“Logan!” In my surprise, my foot misses the last couple of steps. I lurch and stumble. Logan rushes forward. He snags me before I make a total ass of my klutzy self. 

“Aw, you fell for me,” Logan jokes. His cheese factor catches me off guard again. I half giggle, half snort, which sends Logan into a fit of laughter. “That was pretty lame. Wasn’t it?” he asks.

“You have no idea, Lo.” 

The intrusion of Derek’s voice is the bitchslap to end all bitchslaps. Lost for words, I whip my head toward Derek. He grins. “Hi, baby.”

My gaze leaves Derek and darts to his twin. “Hey.” Logan winks. “Miss me, Riles?”

Déjà vu takes me away faster than a bottle of Calgon and a fifth of Jack. Every dream I’ve had in the past four days ended with “Miss me, Riles?” 

I want to sink to the floor and scream, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I don’t. Instead, I extricate myself from Logan and back away…from both of them.

Kinky Contracts

She was the one with boundary lines like fortresses. She was the one who padded their contract with sexual barricades. And she was the one who’d restricted their relationship to the point that she’d tied them both up in its strings. Not him. But the mere thought of his cock being inside somebody else—man or woman—had been a poison in her gut, a bitter pill tainting her mouth. She’d never asked because she couldn’t bear his answer.

~In Love, There Was You (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)

Teasetastic Tuesday: A Long, Cold, Kinky Blizzard

Looking at Sebastian was like being locked out of her house during a blizzard—cold, bleak, and lonely. His eyes were shrouds of darkness, his face as lifeless as a corpse. No spark, no emotion, just…dead. 

“Put me down.”

Wyatt hesitated.

“Now.” Delancey had never spoken to Wyatt quite like she did at that moment, which is probably why he sighed and set her on her feet. 

“You have thirty seconds,” he said. “Then I’m getting you out of here—whether you, Thane, or Sebastian like it or not. You are my priority. No one else.”

Delancey would have gagged but she’d already turned away. “Bastian?”

Sebastian bore a hole through her. It was as if he saw her but didn’t see her. “What?” His voice was sharp as a dagger but cut like a knife. It sliced through her middle, clean and swift.

“I’m going to go with Wyatt.” For your sake, not mine. Delancey half hoped Sebastian would ask her to stay. A part of her bled when he didn't. “I need to know you’re going to be okay.”

Thane cursed loud enough to be heard, but it was Sebastian’s relapse into silence that deafened her. 

“Bastian?”

Sebastian’s face remained utterly devoid of life. “I’ll be better when you’re gone.”

Where Delancey's stomach had been slit before, it was now a jagged wound. The blood her heart had wept escalated to a river of crimson tears.

~In Love, There Was You (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)

Please Be Gentle...This tease is unedited.

Leashing The Kinky Beast...

The Dom flew hard. He played hard. And when things went to shit, he fucked hard. It was the way he regained control. It was how he leashed the beast.

~In Love, There Was You (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)

All is Fair In Love, Lust, And Kinky Warfare

“Normal people lash out. They do stupid shit and say stupid shit and act like real assholes. But you? You set fire to shitstorms. You take unexploded ordnances and blitzkrieg the hell out of them. You get pissed, and the world has to worry about yet another weapon of mass destruction.”

-Wyatt Thorpe

 In Love, There was You (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)

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R-E-S-P-E-C-T, Find Out What It Means In Kinky...

Below the superficial garbage, he was a mean-assed motherfucker. Bast respected that.

~Untitled (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)

Hell Hath No Fury Like a Kinky Woman Scorned

Ansley’s lips curled into a smile that would’ve stripped the gothic makeup off Marilyn Manson’s face. “Let’s just say, I don’t like feeling territorial. It makes me…upset.”

~Untitled (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas Book 2)

Teasetastic Tuesday: Kinky Boys vs. Kinky Girls

It's that time again...time for Teasetastic Tuesday! So here's a little tease (unedited, of course) from my current WIP. I hope you enjoy.

XOXOXO,

-Mia

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“Why do all you Kinky boys think you can talk to a girl like that?”

“Because we can.” Thane didn’t realize he’d spoken aloud until Delancey shoved Bast so hard he stumbled back. “See, Kinky boys know what kinky girls need, even when they don’t.”

Delancey’s face went as red as Thane’s body was blue. “I guess it’s good I’m a Serenity girl, not a Kinky one then.”

Thane snorted. “Precious, you don’t have to be born in Kinky to be kinky. You don’t even have to live in Kinky. Some girls are just hard wired that way.”

Delancey lurched off the counter and came at Thane. When she got an eyeful of him, she stopped short, and Thane grinned. He’d thrown her off-kilter. Good.

“You’re naked.”

Bast chuckled. “She doesn’t miss much, does she?”

“No, she doesn’t.” But neither did Thane. He saw nipples puckering behind nylon and goosebumps chasing along bronzed skin. Respirations were speeding, eyes dilating. Black pupils eclipsed silver irises, and she licked her lips. Slow, so slow, her tongue dragged across the gateway to her mouth. And fast, so fast, his blood pumped from his heart to his head straight to his balls.

Delancey growled. She actually fucking growled, and it was pretty damn adorable. Not that he’d tell her that. “Well, some Kinky boys have more dick than brains.”

“Only some?” 

Thane laughed. 

Delancey didn’t.

“I think she meant that as an insult, Bast.”

“I’m sure she did.”

“You two make me nuts!”

“Did you hear that, Bast? We make her nuts.”

“Well, she made us blue…. So I guess we’re even. Right?”

“Right.”

“No!” Delancey hands fisted at her waist, and she wore self-righteous indignation like a bad 80s prom dress. “It doesn’t make us even. You two tricked me. You lied to me. You made me believe…things.”

Delancey’s accusations were a kick to the nuts. “How exactly is it we tricked you?” He prowled toward her as though he were a lion and she a lamb. “How did we lie? What ‘things’ did we make you believe?” 

Even as he spoke, Thane’s chest felt as hollow as a tomb, his head a raging riot of memories. Why would she think they’d trick her, that they’d lied to her? They’d done nothing but chase after her since she’d moved back to Serenity, Kansas and enrolled at Trinity High. Lost puppies were less obvious—and obnoxious—than they were with her.

~Untitled (The Doms of Kinky, Kansas 2)