By @JA Huss
Publication Date: September 10, 2014
Novella (115ish pages)
Adult Contemporary Romance
Synopsis:
Vaughn Asher. I’ve stalked him relentlessly. I shaped and formed my lust into the perfect dirty hashtag…day after day… weekend after weekend. He was my prince. My fairy tale. My fantasy.
I gave him the best years of my online life and what did he do for me?
Ruined my social media experience one tweet at a time. That’s what.
#Fantastic #
#MissingSomething #You
And now #TheDickWhoIsVaughnAsher
His public fantasy is about to collide… ah, fuck it. He’s hot as hell, bitches. I need more than a free sample. This time I want it all. And I’ll do whatever it takes to get it.
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BLOCK
(Social Media #3)
By
@JA Huss
Publication
Date: September 24, 2014
Novella
(115ish pages)
Adult
Contemporary Romance
Description:
Grace
@FilthyBlueBird
@VaughnAsher
#YouAreCaredFor So the movie star says. But his idea of cared for isn’t
the same as mine. Obviously a #Douche.
MovieStar
@VaughnAsher
@FilthyBlueBird
#BehindTheScenesIsMyScene The Blue Bird has trust issues. And tantrum
issues. And commitment issues.
Grace
@FilthyBlueBird
@VaughnAsher
#SaidTheKettleToThePot
MovieStar
@VaughnAsher
@FilthyBlueBird
#YouAreMine and I won’t let you forget it.
Grace
@FilthyBlueBird
@VaughnAsher
#YouMustShitUnicorns that’s how delusional your fairy tale is. #GetAGripOnReality
I’m outtie.
MovieStar
@VaughnAsher
@FilthyBlueBird
You're an #Innie #Sweetheart :) My tongue licked all your #CuteLittleButtons.
#ForTheLoveOfFilth
Why
is he so damn sexy? How will I ever get out from under Asher’s thumb if I can’t
stop thinking about his tongue on my buttons? #HottiesNeedToPlayFair
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EXCERPT
ONE:
My
tablet dings with an incoming third-party Twitter notification.
@FilthyBlueBird
has unfollowed you.
I
laugh. “Oh, Grace, Grace, Grace. You think you can slip me that easily?”
Grace
@FilthyBlueBird – 1s
OMG,
I have a stalker! What do I do, #BlueBirds?
You’d
think a woman using Twitter this regularly for a few years would understand how
it all works. I can still see her tweets when she unfollows me. I have to stop
and laugh a little.
MovieStar
@VaughnAsher – 30s
@FilthyBlueBird Who is this stalker? I will set him straight.
And
then the usual happens. Within minutes, there are dozens of @replies. Mostly
from her girlfriends on the Dirty Heaven list, the #BlueBirds. But some random
stalkerish fans of my own are in there too.
@VaughnAsher
is @FilthyBlueBird your GF?
@VaughnAsher
if you’re the stalker, you can stalk me any time!
@VaughnAsher
who is @FilthyBlueBird? Can I be your blue bird?
They
get worse from there. Invitations to fuck them. Sit on my face. #SOHF is a code
word for that on Twitter. @FilthyBlueBird uses that one a lot. And I’ve got to
admit, that’s something I’d like to imagine. More than imagine, actually. I’d
like to lick that sweet little pussy until she’s dripping down my chin.
Fuck.
I’m horny. I reach for my phone and press Grace’s number in my contacts. She
picks up on the first ring.
“What
the hell are you doing?” she growls at me.
“You
left so suddenly, Grace. I didn’t have a chance to—”
“Get
off my Twitter feed, Asher. Now!”
I
chuckle. It’s one of those full-of-myself chuckles I do when my power is
looming over people. “Now whyever would I do that, Miss Kinsella?”
“Because,
Vaughn, I’m just a girl from Denver who has absolutely no interest in signing
your contract. It was a fun fling, but it’s over now. So leave me alone and
stop stalking me on Twitter! My friends are all going to see—” She’s
interrupted by a continuous litany of pinging from my tablet and I admit, at
this point in the conversation, I’ve got a hand over my mouth to stop the
laughing. She screams on the other end of the line.
I
can see why. She just got bombarded with tweets asking about me.
“Oh
my God. What do I tell them? What the hell am I going to tell them?” She
screams again. “Fuck! Bebe just found out, thanks a lot! I never told her about
you, now she’s going to know I was with you on the island.”
“So?”
“So?
Jesus, have you no sympathy for me at all? She’s my best friend and I lied to
her! I fucked a goddamned movie star and I didn’t tell her! How can you—”
“Grace?”
“—be
so fucking cold, you jerk!”
“Grace?”
“Oh.
My. God. Do you hear that? That’s her now! She’s calling on the other line!”
“Answer
it, I’ll wait.”
“Answer
it? No! I’m—”
“Grace?”
“What?”
“I’ll
tell them all it was a lie if…”
“If
what?” she growls at me through the phone.
“If
you have phone sex with me, right now.”
EXCERPT
TWO:
I
take a deep breath.
“Grace?”
he asks, a softer tone this time. His breath is heavier, like he’s relaxed. Like
he’s jerking off, the cynical person inside me corrects. “I’m ready. I have
my hand on my dick and you’re in front of me. What are you doing?”
I
take another deep breath and then I swallow. Should I really do this?
“What’re
you thinking?” he asks.
“I’m
debating,” I tell him truthfully. “On whether or not I should cross this line
with you.”
“So
letting me fuck you in a tropical forest on Saint Thomas wasn’t crossing a line
with me?”
“It
was,” I interject. “But that’s different. That was a fantasy fling, this is
reality. This is my life, Vaughn. I have a real life and those people on my
Twitter feed are friends. You’re playing with my life. You’re…” I shake my head
a little. I should not be having this conversation with him. I should not be
letting him into my head at all. He’s a fun dream guy in the sex department, but
as a real human being, Vaughn Asher is an asshole. I don’t want to go any
further in this demented relationship and giving in to his demands right now
would be a monumental mistake.
“I’m
what?” he asks.
“You’re
using me.”
“I’m
not using you. I think we both had fun on the island. We can both have fun
right now.”
“You’re
forcing me to have phone sex with you.”
“I’m
not forcing you—Grace, please. If you don’t want to, just hang up and I’ll
never call you again. How’s that?”
“But
if I do that, you won’t make things right, will you?”
“Oh,”
he says with a chuckle. “I get it. You want me to force you. You want me
to take away your decision in this matter, because you want to do it, you just
want to go on pretending you don’t.”
I’m
silent. Because he’s right. I want it both ways. I want the excitement of what
he’s asking—what he’s offering. But I don’t want to take responsibility for
choosing to allow him to treat me this way.
EXCERPT
THREE
My
laptop on the patio table pings a new tweet on my timeline.
Girl
@mrsinvsman – 1s
@mrinvsman – As you commanded, I’m #BareForYou
My
whole day is instantly better. God, this girl just lights me up. I forget the
planned tweets and just reply to her.
Master
@mrinvsman – 5s
@mrsinvsman
- I expect obedience.
Girl
@mrsinvsman – 1s
@mrinvsman – #GoodGirlTonight Tell me what
you want. ;)
Master
@mrinvsman – 3s
@mrsinvsman
- #FlatOnTheFloor #LegsOpen #FingersWet
There
is no answer after this request and my heart beats a little faster at the
prospect that she does not want to play with me tonight. I want her to play. A
few seconds after this private admission, a ping.
Girl
@mrsinvsman – 2s
@mrinvsman – #DoneDoneAndDone Now your
turn, unzip and let loose. I need a pic to continue.
Oh,
that little bitch. That sneaky, delectable, horny, filthy little bitch. I laugh
quietly as I consider the fact that she might have Twitter moves I’ve never
even dreamed up yet. I unbutton and unzip my pants and my thick cock springs
forward. I fist it, pumping two or three times just to get myself erect, then I
scoot back and let the full length of my manhood fall across my flat, muscled
stomach. I hold up the phone and snap a pic, sync it to my laptop, and attach
it to the tweet.
Master
@mrinvsman – 3s
@mrsinvsman
- #LikeALollipop NOW.
God,
what I’d do to her lips around my shaft right now.
Girl
@mrsinvsman – 2s
@mrinvsman – #TwirlsAndSwirls
Her
tweet comes with a picture too. A high angle looking down on her face.
Fingertip in her mouth, tip of her tongue seductively touching, lips puckered
appropriately, fuck-me eyes at half-mast, and just the slightest hint of her
open legs.
Jesus
fuck. She is hot. And she is one hundred percent naked. I was almost afraid to
let myself believe she’d really be playing along, but she is. She more than is,
she’s into it.
AUTHOR BIO
J. A. Huss likes to write new adult books that make you think and keep you guessing. Her favorite genre to read is space opera, but since practically no one reads those books, she writes new adult science fiction, paranormal romance, contemporary romance, urban fantasy, and books about Junco (who refuses to be saddled with a label).
She has an undergraduate degree in horses, (yes, really–Thank you, Colorado State University) and a master’s degree in forensic toxicology from the University of Florida. She used to have a job driving around Colorado doing pretty much nothing but shooting the breeze with farmers, but now she just writes, runs the New Adult Addiction and Clean Teen Reads Book Blogs, and runs an online science classroom for homeschoolers.
She has an undergraduate degree in horses, (yes, really–Thank you, Colorado State University) and a master’s degree in forensic toxicology from the University of Florida. She used to have a job driving around Colorado doing pretty much nothing but shooting the breeze with farmers, but now she just writes, runs the New Adult Addiction and Clean Teen Reads Book Blogs, and runs an online science classroom for homeschoolers.
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