GET READY FOR THE HOTTEST RELEASE OF THE SUMMER!

Release giveaway

I’m promoting releases for three anthologies and gearing up for the release of the HOTTEST free collection of the summer. A Taste of Submission has 12 authors with the first books in BDSM series, including The She-Wolf on the Twentieth Floor (Unbillable Hours #1) by my erotica pen name Ree L. Diehl and Replay Set 1 (Viking Raid, Triple Play, and Honour Bound) in my most popular series, set in the Replay BDSM theme resort offering historic cosplay with kink. OUT JUNE 11 – AUGUST 31, free on all platforms (Amazon will have to price-match, so keep watching until it’s $0.00).

And that’s not all. There’s a $50 Amazon gift card up for grabs, but you’ll have to go to the original post on Facebook and follow the instructions. Good luck!

Dominated by Desire anthology mybook.to/DBD

With Love from New Orleans anthology mybook.to/VOTH2NewOrleans

Stand Your Ground anthology mybook.to/StandYourGround

Contest entry: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=840680292957044&set=a.126947214330359&type=3

ATOS She-Wolf & Replay

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Lassie, Come Home

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LASSIE COME HOME

by Ree L. Diehl

Part of A Curvy Christmas Anthology (December 2019) with various authors

 

In Edinburgh at Hogmany, cultures will collide….

Highland athlete Ross Carmichael is a mountain of a man and more than most women can handle. American Nora Taylor isn’t put off by his size, and she loves that he wears a kilt.

Now if she can just see what’s underneath it…

 

Lassie, Come Home is a 5,000-word erotic romantic comedy short story first appearing in A Curvy Christmas Anthology.  Written for Ages 18+.

 

Beta Reader Dawn Martin-Smith: I find it incredible that you have such a way with words, that under a different nom de plume the stories are so different. Nia, I love Ree L Diehl’s stories.  They are short, sweet and fucking hot!

 

Excerpt:

He’d given thought to what he had to offer a woman, let alone one as beautiful as she was.  His size intimidated most that he met.  Under a bit of paunch, he had enough muscle to tip the scale at three hundred twenty-five pounds and rank in the top ten of any Highland games that he competed in.

He was a mountain of a man.  Lucky for him, she was an avid climber.

After connecting online, he’d managed to talk her into visiting Scotland.  Now that she was here, he hoped that he could get her to stay.

Given her interests, he could tempt her with Harry Potter places, dangle castles and historic sites, and offer to guide her on a number of walking tours.  Today’s weather would have been perfect for it.  With temperatures hovering at fifty degrees Fahrenheit, the average tourist required no more than a light jacket or shawl.  Aussies wore winter coats, and braw souls from Northern climes sported bare legs and arms.

Ross gripped himself under the table and imagined pinning her to the wall of the lavvie and banging her senseless.

Christ.

He couldn’t wait to get her alone again.

 

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THE PRICE OF ADMISSION (UNBILLABLE HOURS #3)

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The Price of Admission (Unbillable Hours 3)

by Ree L. Diehl

Length 11,037 words. Release date August 15, 2018.

 

Amazon e-book Universal link http://mybook.to/UH3

Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07FJMJR1W

Goodreads http://bit.ly/UH3GR

 

Rumor has it, if she bangs the bouncer, he’ll let her in….

Dax Masters is the star of Save a Horse, Crop a Cowgirl, where country meets kink.  The buff Texan Daddy Dom is in town to promote his new fitness DVD.  Tonight, he’ll be the guest DJ at the hottest nightclub in the city.

The line to Club Oasis is around the block when Dax’s fan Tiffany Santee steps into line.  She knows if she bangs the bouncer, Jace will let her in.  The couple’s tryst behind the building reveals sides of themselves that they’ve kept hidden in their previous encounters.  They’re both into BDSM.  Jace is a Dominant. Tiffany is submissive.  Add Dax Masters to the equation, and this threesome will set the night on fire in Jace’s private dungeon.

Dax is out of the kink closet, and if Jace isn’t, his secrets are nothing to the ones that Tiffany is keeping.  Yes, they’ve signed a nondisclosure agreement, but can she trust him with the truth of who she really is?

Welcome to the Unbillable Hours Series, where the best things happen off the clock. 

Romantic Comedy Erotica MFM ménage written for ages 18+.

Excerpt:

Jace took her hand and towed her after him, not stopping until they were behind the building, away from prying eyes.

“Much better,” he said.  Raising her wrists, he pinned them to the wall on either side of her head.

You like to be the center of attention,” he murmured, keeping his voice low and intimate.

“I do, huh?”

“I’ve got eyes,” he rumbled.  “I see you better than you think I do.  You dressed down tonight, little girl.  The jacket’s fine.  The top is nice, but those denim shorts and hooker heels scream slut.  That’s not the kind of look that normally gets you into Club Oasis.  That’s what a woman wears when she’s looking to get laid.”

He pressed his body against hers and let her feel just how ready he was to oblige.

Tiffany resisted the urge to hump the lump shaping the front of his jeans.  “Seems to me, you’re the one looking to get laid.  I planned to have a drink, dance with my girl, and go home to my lonely bed.”

“Jace,” he growled.  “And I wasn’t looking for a hookup until you came.”

She slid her gaze to the gold band on his left middle finger.  “You moved your ring quick enough once you saw me.”

He crooked an unapologetic grin.  “A wedding ring keeps most of the she-wolves at bay.  There’s nothing to be jealous of, sugar.”

Wasn’t there?  Dozens of women lined up for him every night at Club Oasis.  How many others had he dragged behind the building?  How many of them had he screwed before her?

Dammit, Jace.

It wouldn’t hurt him to be a little jealous, too.

“My shorts don’t say slut,” she informed him.  “I wore them for your guest D.J.  You do know who he is, right?  Dax Masters from Save a Horse, Crop a Cowgirl, where country meets kink?  Most of his submissives wear them.  Outside his dungeon, that is.”

He pulled his head back and stared at her, frowning slightly as he tried to figure her out.  “So…,” he said slowly, “you’re telling me that you like Dax’s show?  You like watching kink…?”

Did he know so little about her?

“I don’t just watch kink,” she said meaningfully.  Telling him was risky.  She could have scared him off.  When he didn’t run, she dared even more.  “Ask me nice, and I’ll share my favorite scenes from the show.  Who knows?  You might learn something.  It never hurts to expand your repertoire, Jace.  You don’t want things to get stale in a relationship.  It’s not good to be too predictable.  Women like being surprised.”

“News flash.”  Quick as an adder, he fisted her hair and pulled down, forcing her neck to arch.  Bending his dark head, he opened his mouth, bit the curve of her shoulder, and dragged his teeth up the side of her neck to whisper in her ear.  “Men do, too.”

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A Package for Paige (Unbillable Hours #2)

A Package for Paige (Unbillable Hours 2)

by Ree L. Diehl

Length 9,402 words. Release date April 15, 2018.

Amazon e-book        Goodreads reviews

 

Bicycle messenger Ben Walker delivers his last package of the day and is confronted by one very disgruntled author.  When she manages to look past the box from her editor, her mood shifts at warp speed from sullen to sultry.

Paige Turner hates being interrupted when she’s writing, especially in the middle of a sex scene.  When her intercom’s summons leaves her as unsatisfied as her hero, she plans to answer the door, accept delivery, and get right back to it.  Plans change when she comes face to face with the bicycle messenger who inspired her latest hero. 

The erotic novelist insists on examining his package for hidden damage, but the warning label on her shirt makes him wonder if he can trust her with a knife.  Paige lures him into her apartment by promising to let him in her kitchen drawers.  Now if she can manage to get into his….

Welcome to the Unbillable Hours Series, where the best things happen off the clock. 

Romantic Comedy Erotica, written for ages 18+.

 

Excerpt:

Paige Turner might write soft porn, but she blushed like a Disney princess.  Ben Walker hadn’t seen a woman’s face pink up like that since his senior year in high school when his best friend’s mother caught him licking cake batter off her spatula.

“Well, well,” he drawled, taking an insane amount of pleasure in watching her squirm.  “First, you lure me into your apartment with the promise of cutlery.  Then you tease me with a utility knife and the promise of more—a promise that you have yet to deliver on, I might add.”  He shook his head and tsked.  “You want to play games?  All right.  We’re gonna do a little Show and Tell.  You’re going to show me the good stuff, and you’re going to tell me about this.”  He held up her book cover.  “After that, we’ll see.”

Ben had been a little put off when Chloe insisted on a last-minute pickup and delivery to end his five-day workweek, but she’d been wrapping him around her finger as long as he’d known her.  She had used her wiles two months earlier, to get him to pose for the cover of a book that she was editing.  She hadn’t told him the author’s name or the title.  He was okay with the promise of a copy and being paid scale for posing.

The thing was, the photographer wanted more and had booked him for two more sessions since then.

Now, he had agents calling him, wanting to set him up with photo shoots and acting gigs.

Paige Turner had no idea what she’d started.

She bit her lip and turned her Bambi brown eyes to meet his.  He waggled the cover and laid it on the counter.

“I can explain,” she said.  The hint of pleading in her voice made him wonder how she would sound, on her hands and knees, begging for more.

“I’m listening.”

“Well,” she hedged.  “I saw you.  I mean, obviously, I saw you.  You were leaving Chloe’s office.  You walked right by me, but you were busy looking at your phone.  You didn’t notice me, but I saw you.  It was like your image was burned in my brain.  The only way to get it out was to write you into my next book.”

“So…, I’m in your book.  Want to tell me how I came to be on the cover?

“When Chloe read the partial of the manuscript, she guessed it was you.  I told her about the day that I’d seen you.  I didn’t think anything of it.  Hell, we’ve swapped sighting stories before.  Man candy is way better than Big Foot.  But I swear, I had no idea that she asked you to do the cover.  I’m sorry.  No…,” she said slowly.  “I’m not sorry.  You were perfect for my hero, and you’re perfect on the cover.  Now, might I interest you in some cutlery, Sir?”

Hearing the honorific, he went still.  She didn’t know.  She couldn’t know, right?

Only one way to find out.

Ben crossed his arms and gave her his Dom look—the one that he used when a subbie disappointed him.  “You lured me into your apartment with the promise of it, and you failed to deliver.  Do you know what happens to women who tease?”  He dropped his voice to a husky rumble.  “They get spanked, Paige.  Spanked until their ass is on fire, then fucked so hard, they can’t walk straight for days.”

She squeezed her thighs together and swallowed.  He didn’t know which turned her on more, the thought of being spanked or the idea of a good, hard fuck.

“Cutlery,” he said firmly.  “Open your drawers and show me what you’ve got.”

What she had was a chef’s dream kitchen, from the six-burner gas range to the double-wide drawer full of knives, everything from paring and rabbit knives to santoku blades, chef’s knives, and Chinese cleavers.

He pulled one knife from its slot and tested the flex of the blade.  He looked at her over the perfectly sharpened Swiss steel.  “Do you know what this one is, Paige?”

She did.  Of course, she did.  Her pussy was practically gushing.

“It’s a boner, Paige.  A very nice boner.  Take care of it, and it will perform for you every single time.  Get lax, and it will, too.  You know what I’m saying?  Tell me, Paige.  How do you take care of a boner?”

She swallowed hard.  “Tell me.  Please, Sir?”

“Oil,” he said, watching her eyes grow lambent with arousal.  “Lots of oil and long, smooth strokes.  Do you think you can handle that, Paige?  More importantly, do you want to?”

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The She-Wolf on the Twentieth Floor (Unbillable Hours #1)

The She-Wolf on the Twentieth Floor (Unbillable Hours #1)

by Ree L. Diehl

Length 9,273 words. Release date January 15, 2018.

Amazon e-book     Amazon US e-book     Audiobook     Goodreads

 

A neglected mistress teases the wrong window washer and gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

Randy Jackson is usually pushing a pencil, managing the family window-washing business.  When his twin’s wife goes into labor, Randy must take his place on the crew. Andy doesn’t trust anyone else with the she-wolf on the twentieth floor.

Sure enough, she starts dancing for him in a blatant invitation.  His twin might be immune to her charms, but come quitting time, he plans to make the she-wolf howl.  If he’s lucky, his friend-with-benefits will join them.

Welcome to the Unbillable Hours Series, where the best things happen off the clock.  The She-Wolf on the Twentieth Floor is an erotic romantic comedy HEA ménage and the debut novelette for Ree L. Diehl.                                                     

Romantic Comedy Erotica, written for ages 18+.

Excerpt:

Her greeting for Jerry died on her lips.

She had looked up, expecting to see silver hair perfectly groomed in a hundred-dollar haircut.  Instead, she saw a thick thatch of tawny hair pulled back in a ponytail.  It was him.  Wash.  Her window washer.  The man she envisioned every time her toys came out and a session of self-gratification ensued.

He didn’t wait for an invitation.  He stepped inside, a coil of rope in his hand and clear intent on his face.  Pushing the door shut with his foot, he swept her with his gaze and eyed her speculatively.  Blue was supposed to be a cool color, but the heat in his eyes was searing.

She stepped away rather than risk getting burned.

“Just so you know,” he began, his voice as sexy as his rugged good looks, “you teased the wrong twin.  I’m Randy.”

Her gaze dropped to the impressive package shaping the front of his pants.  “So I see.”

“Well,” he drawled, “that, too.  I can’t say it was a self-fulfilling prophecy, but it turns out, I’m aptly named.  My brother Andy is currently at the hospital, helping his wife breathe through contractions.  I’m usually pushing pencils, but he didn’t trust any of our crew with you.  It just goes to show how little he knows about me, for all that we’re twins.”

He sauntered to where she stood, smelling of sweat and sun and pure, male lust.

She wet her lips.

Randy tapped the rope against his thigh.  Desire made his nostrils flare.  He breathed deeply, taking in her scent.  “Unless you want your neighbors across the way to watch me fuck you against that pristine window, you need to either show me the door or lock it and lead the way to your bedroom.  By way of full disclosure, you can expect things to start with a spanking.”

Just that fast, her pussy was gushing.

“Well,” she breathed, “when you put it that way….”

Brushing past him, Lauren flipped the lock, reset the alarm, and headed for her bedroom.  Hers, not Jerry’s.  Booted footsteps followed.

Randy tossed the rope on her pillows and sat on the end of the bed.  Meeting her gaze, he patted his thigh.  “Lose the clothes and assume the position, sweetheart.  Head to my left, ass to my right.”

Lauren felt anticipation course through her veins and pool in her belly, swelling her pussy lips and making her even wetter.

“Yes, Sir.”

Light sparked in his appreciative gaze.  “Are you going to be a good girl for me?” he asked.

“Maybe,” she hedged.  “I don’t know that one spanking will be enough.  I may need more.  I’ve been a bad girl.  A very, very bad girl.  Fucking a married man.  Teasing a married man.  About to let a total stranger fuck me.”

She dropped her gaze to his naked ring finger.  “Are you married?”

He cocked his head.  “Does it matter?”

“No,” she said.  “I just like to know where I stand.”

“I’m more interested in where you’re going to kneel when you suck my cock.  But I digress.  Spanking first.  I won’t tell you again.  Strip—what’s your name?”

“Lauren.”

“Like Bacall?”

She shook her head and reached for the hem of her shirt.  “Ralph.  My mother swore that she couldn’t resist a man who wore Polo.  One of them played it.  She would never tell me his name, but I heard that he could ride like nobody’s business.”

 

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