I have been diligently editing my next novel, Mark My Soul and I wanted to give my readers a sneak peek at the initial concept sketch for the cover art, as well as an excerpt from the novel. This excerpt may change as I continue to make edits, but it should give you a taste of what’s to come. Enjoy!


Ross’ hand cradled the back of Scott’s head as he closed the distance between them, capturing Scott’s mouth. Ross’ rough stubble contrasted with the soft plush of his lips and the warm slide of his tongue. The taste of brandy was there, along with Ross’ own heady scent.

Scott lost himself in the kiss as the blood began to rush south. His own hands traveled up and wrapped around Ross, needing to feel the man in his arms. Time seemed to stand still as Ross ravished his mouth, and he almost yelped when he felt Ross’ other hand began to stroke his arousal through his slacks.
“Are you hard for me, sweetheart?”

His tongue felt thick in his mouth, swallowing hard he merely nodded.

“Do you want me as much as I want you? I’ve wanted to push you against a wall and fuck you so hard all week.”

His heart stuttered at those words, said with such raw passion. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” Ross suggested, kissing him hard one more time before standing and taking his hand, leading him to a set of stairs Scott hadn’t noticed before. Once upstairs, he saw that the bedroom was a loft that overlooked the same city-scape they had dined in front of. He realized they were about to make love in front of that amazing view, and the thought made Scott feel shy again.

Ross gently grabbed his chin. “Hey, eyes on me. Don’t worry, no one can see us. I promise.”

Nodding, Scott tried to ignore the view and focus on Ross, but it was hard. His anxiety came flooding back all at once and he froze.

“Hey, do you need me to be Ross right now, or do you need me to be your Sir?” Ross asked. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

“I … I don’t know what I need. A moment ago, all I wanted was you, but now … I’m terrified again.”

“What’s terrifying you?”

“All those eyes … out there. Maybe they can’t see, but it feels like they’re all watching us right now. Judging us. Judging me.”

“Thank you for admitting that, sweetheart. I think you need me to be your Sir right now. Will you consent to my dominance of you?”

Scott looked at Ross and saw the feral lust reflected in his eyes. Without even thinking, he simply slipped to his knees. “Yes, Sir. I consent.”

“Good boy,” Ross praised.