Since this is our first encounter, I should start with introducing myself.
Allo, that’s Hello in French. I’m a.c. Mason, but pretty much everyone calls me Mason and I hope you will too.
French is one of the languages I’m fluent in. So is English, well sometimes…. I never went to band camp, but I did go to a summer camp while I was there I kind of freaked out the other kids. Let’s just say my parents weren’t impressed and I realized the power of storytelling. Since then I’ve tried to wield it for good. I said tried. Cross my heart and hope to have great sex. Wink. My record does have a few spots on it. Like when I wrote that erotic short that my English teacher confiscated and gave me detention over. Oops!
I’m not divulging my age. Fast-forward a decade and some…And being bad is good… Voila my true calling shows itself writing naughty books. So far so good.
I’m the kind of gal who loves check lists. They keep things organized. I think the ones I put up will help you get a sense of me and my writing. Kind of like an author speed date.
What you can expect from me:
Breaking the rules – check
I thought they were guidelines. My bad. Wink.
What you can expect from my writing:
In the Soul Food Diner series:
Surrendering to the Right Man
Two hot guys – check, check
Soul Food – check
Taboo play – check
Spanking - check
Dominance and Submissive play – check
Hot sex – check, check and check again plus
In the Wolf-Spirit Series:
A hot broody Alpha with an eye patch – check
A chocolate damsel in need of saving – check
Mated pack member share among them all manner of fleshly pleasure – check, check, plus times whatever.
No lack of hot betas to follow – check
Hot Sex – check, definitely check, check, oh check, check
There’s always more… I can’t tell you all the secrets.
That’s me in a chocolaty caramel covered nutshell.
If you want to learn more about me, I can be located at my website: www.acmason.com
Let me leave you with an except from Chocolate Damsel:
Hadn’t he just rescued her?
“You’re a monster.” Stepping on an uneven stone, she flopped to one side.
“How true your words are.” He lifted her. “So don’t make this anymore difficult on yourself.”
Where had the werewolf vanished to? Did he pick up the scent of another predator and go
for reinforcements, or was it only his job to watch? A whiff of General Straks forced him into the small cobblestone alley. The man’s reputation left a lot to be desired. A sadistic fellow who was into hurting the young pretty ones.
“Don’t struggle, or you’ll find yourself in much worse hands than mine, doll.”
Dilated pupils searched through the dark corner he backed her into. He hoisted her up between him and the gray brick wall, then hiked her navy and white polka dot dress to her hips. Garter attachments held her stockings to her beige girdle. Her legs spread to a v-shape, leading to her thin matching panties. The feminine fragrance went straight to his crotch. He pulled out his erection and pressed the head to the satiny inside of her thigh.
“I’m going to kiss you. Play along.” Warmth radiated past him from her.
She met his gaze with her pretty green eyes. “Haven’t I been?” Her sweet mint breath filled his nostrils, enticing him.
Had she known her part? Beneath his mouth her soft petal lips surrendered.
Until next time,
Darkness ♀♂ Desires