Three days later she boldly sauntered into his office, hand delivering her report to him. He was right. She was very good at what she did and was hell bent on proving so to him.

“Thank you, Ms. Morgan.”

“You’re quite welcome, sir.”

He dismissingly tossed the report into the box on his desk, deliberately looking back at his computer. She stood disobediently in front of him, arms crossed insolently.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence between them, he closed his laptop. Glancing up at her, catching her staring daggers at him.

“I’m sorry. Is there something else?”

The look on his face must have caused her to lose some of her sureness. She took a step backwards, stumbling in her heels. It didn’t take long for her to find her confidence again. She stared back at him, raising a brow. Daring him to dismiss her.

“Ms. Morgan. Is there anything else?”

“I thought you’d read it while I waited. I’d like to know if I have a job after tomorrow.”

“I will. When I get to it.”

“But-”

He actually had to glance away when she pouted her lower lip at him. What the fuck was this woman doing to him? He swallowed, shooting her a strong look. One he reserved for when his submissive disobeyed and he was giving warning.

“Is there anything else, Mia?”

“Ah. I. Um. No. I gu-guess not, sir.”

He hid a smirk, seeing her legs rocky. Her eyes widening, wondering what the fuck she got herself into with him. Flashing the anger she was chocking down of his blatant dismissal of her.

“Please shut the door behind you.”

He reopened the laptop, glancing back it. Laughing inwardly when she balled her fists, and spun. Speeding out of his office as quickly as her kitten heels could carry her. In her haste, she almost slammed his office door.

He buzzed Natasha.

“Yes, Mr. Kane.”

“Have Ms. Morgan come back to my office immediately.”

She appeared within minutes, standing in the doorframe, hands on her hips. Looking pissed as hell….fucking beautiful.

“Yes. Mr. Kane.”

He smiled at her, seeing it infuriate her further.

“My door didn’t do anything to you, Mia. Shut it nicely.”

“What?” She bit out.

“My door. You slammed it. That’s not tolerated. Shut it nicely.”

“You seriously? Oh my God. You’re serious.”

He didn’t answer. She shook her head, smiling now incensed.

Backing out, she bowed. Shutting the door…nicely.

He laughed hysterically, knowing she could hear him through it.

Fire Meet Gasoline... 

When Jess packed up her belongings and fled her small hometown in Kansas, she never looked back. Free from her family’s dark past she was finally able to pursue her lifelong dream as a professional dancer. She never expected to find herself at his door...or at his club. 

Nick was unlike any other man she had ever met. Sexy…Alluring…Predatory. Dangerous. The kind of man with more secrets than even she had. Every instinct warned Jess against knowing him further, but she always did like playing with fire… 

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00NW2UB8Y

well...alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don't judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you're alright, buddy. you're ok in my book. now c'mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.

she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that's it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?

but alas...apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey's genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well...yeah, i wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. :)

Hero - Antihero…Are they one in the same?

Think about your favorite male characters in books or on TV. Is he powerful?  Does he find himself in vicarious situations to save the one he loves? If so, you might be an antihero lover.  Don’t fret, I’m right there with you. Not only in books but also real life. =)

I love men who do not have traditional qualities and seem to be lacking moral goodness…well “moral” as defined by society’s standards. You know, the ones with unwavering flaws and demons chasing them. The ones possessing their own agendas, often covering said agenda under the cloak of “protecting” the ones they love. 

Take Nick Roman from Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance.  He’s full of flaws and demons. He definitely possess his own agenda, at times at the expense of the ones he loves.

Trust me when I say, having a Nick in real life is a big responsibility.

But why do we as women still love guys like Nick?

Is it because deep down we do not believe them to be that truly evil?  That he’s ultimately a hero underneath it all?

The one thing I can and will say about the real Nick is he’s extremely loyal to people who are loyal to him. He’ll do anything necessary to protect the ones he loves. He also loves his family and provides for them, just as a man should.  

Those are all traits of a hero being a hero, right?

I’m not sure there is such a thing as an antihero character.  I like to think there is a bit of good in each and every bad boy…a bit of hero in every antihero.

I know I found my hero in one.

Hero…Antihero…

Do find most strong male characters to be a mix? 

Fallen Angel: A Mafia Romance

 (Roman Crime Family)

Alisa Anderson & Cameron Skye

"Fallen Angel is a dark, tasty appetizer with echoes of "The Sopranos." It's like picking up a Lindt truffle on your way out of the store. There's just enough to wake up your taste buds, or in this case, other parts due South." - Margo's Red Light District

"Gritty,sexy and with a strong but vulnerable female lead. Fallen Angel is a surprisingly good read." - Ingrid Hall

"Is Jess going to get sucked into a world with Nick that will destroy her or will she bring Nick to the other side and they find happy ever after? I will be grabbing the next book soon. I need to know more about this story and what the future holds." - TBird, Crystals Many Reviews

"Fallen Angel is a quick and sexy read. I hope to get the chance to read the next installment. I want to know more about Nick and the dangerous games he's playing. - Angela, Crystals Many Reviews."

Based on events from author, Cameron Skye’s life. Where does fiction meet reality? You decide.

Fallen Angel is a mafia romance serial novel released every 4 to 6 weeks, at approximately 8000 to 11000 words each. Due to sexual content, implied and actual scenes of abuse, violence, organized crime, language and frequent illegal drug use, we recommend this to mature audiences, ages 18 and over, who are comfortable with this subject matter.

http://www.amazon.com/Fallen-Angel-Mafia-Romance-Family-ebook/dp/B00NW2UB8Y

Alisa Anderson

well...alisa did stuff and is still doing stuff. only now she has two boys crazy enuff to want her as their mommy. hey, at least she tried to warn them, so her job is done. she doesn’t like to capitalize, partially because she likes how lower case letters look visually, but mostly out of laziness. please don't judge. it could be you. and she would say, hey. you're alright, buddy. you're ok in my book. now c'mere for a hug. the hug might be pushing it. air kiss? you are strangers, after all, with only a mutual love of poor grammar.

​she lives for a world full of controllable anatomically correct, android men programmed to meet her specific feminine needs (wink, wink, nudge, nudge with a big waggle of the eyebrows). who look like the rock. and ian somerhalder. and idris elba. and that's it she promises. variety. gotta have variety, right?

​but alas...apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey's genius mind. so until then, she enjoys her incredibly warped sense of humor. she reads tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes her heart go pitter patter. then she thought, hey. what, she said to herself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out she is indeed, 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so she said, huh, you think? then she said, well...yeah, i wouldn't have suggested it...(inserts sarcastic tone) and then she was like lose the attitude, ok? then she was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and she did. :)

Cameron Skye

When Cameron is not in the lab working toward a Ph.D., in Neuropsychopharmacology, which in laymen's terms is basically finding the effects drugs have on mood and behavior, she is writing stories, crating vivid, intense characters you will never forget.

She believes while life can take you down every path but the right one, eventually everyone will find their happily ever after.