DUTCH @madhuriwrites #WCW #WriterWednesday #TheKeepersAreComing

Madhuri was my first #WCW (Writer Crush Wednesday), and I might as well admit she will forever and always be BAE. So let’s just call her my #WCE (writer crush every day).

I can’t tell you how excited I am for this. I can’t tell you how proud I am of this woman. I can’t explain how much I’m anticipating this publication; excited and giddy as if it were my own. This book is just that special. She’s just that talented, and now all of you will know.

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Hit that preorder link. You won’t be sorry.

In the meantime…here’s an excerpt.

Say hello to Dutch.

“Don’t stop, Dutch!”

The blonde with the perfect ass wouldn’t quit talking, and I needed her to shut up. This was not a love match. We were not going to have a friendly chat over a glass of wine. I was not going to ask her about her job or her family or her dog because I did not give a shit about anything having to do with her besides where she wanted to fuck. I’d intimated as much earlier on the train.

“We can do this wherever you want, but we’re doing this.”

She laughed, low and husky, just the sound to hit me right in the balls, and pretended not to be interested, but I knew she was because I saw her pulse race when I leaned against the pole in the middle of the car and staked my claim.

“I don’t even know your name.”

Her blond hair was crisp and sophisticated, her breasts just right, and the way her pencil skirt hugged her ass was a crime. Just a glimpse of her curves had my dick itching to slide into her tight pussy and fuck her blind. How many men, nah, forget that, how many men and women caught a glimpse of that ass and wanted to own it? Well, tonight that ass belonged to me.


Miss Perfect Ass glanced up, those long eyelashes working some kind of magic around her cornflower blues, and I went in for the kill. I placed my hand on her hip and pulled her close while I leaned in and touched my lips to the shell of her ear. She whimpered, I smelled her desire, and I knew her panties were already soaked.

“I’m going to take you home and fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk.” I grabbed her hand as the train doors opened and pulled her out behind me, not waiting for her answer.

The parted lips, the heavy-lidded eyes, she ached for whatever I was going to give her, and I was going to give it to her, but on my terms.

I had three rules and she would follow all of them.

“No conversation,” I stated as we crossed the threshold of my apartment and I closed the door behind us. “I despise small talk. We don’t know each other and would probably never know each other but for the fact you caught my eye and made my dick hard.”

Miss Perfect Ass raised a brow in shock as I continued, “We are together to fuck. Nothing more, nothing less, so I ask that you keep the conversation to a minimum, preferably not speaking at all. Just let me fuck you, give you the orgasm of your life, and send you on your way.”

She started to say something and I pressed my finger to her lips, wanting her to shut the fuck up.

“Also, no kissing. I know my lips look like they’re made for kissing, but that isn’t going to happen. My lips will not meet yours, now or ever, so push that idea out of your head. Nothing about “I am going to fuck you” implies I’m also going to kiss you. Nothing. Not one fucking thing. So stop gazing longingly at my mouth, gorgeous, because there is no way in hell my tongue is going down your throat. None whatsoever.”

I moved my finger and she licked her lips, goddamned seductress.

“And for fuck’s sake, don’t touch me. I will tie your hands together, have you bound up so fast if you even think about doing otherwise. I hate being touched.”

He’s a complex and irresistible character. Dutch and Juma are so well crafted and nothing like anything I’ve ever read…and I read a lot.Hit that preorder link, folks. You won’t be sorry.



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