They share the ranch and the forest with a big black lab.
Bestselling author Alice May Ball’s stories are tales of hard, hot action. They take place in an underworld, with a hero who’s tough enough to break through, even though the odds are against him. And a girl in a place she shouldn’t be. Sometimes the love of a girl who’s smart enough, and maybe who’s been hurt herself, can help a bad man start to heal.
Alice has loved storytelling far more than is good for her, and for as long as she can remember.
Her stories have gotten her a whole lot of trouble, although some of it is the good kind.
That’s what Alice May Ball’s stories are about.
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Jagger McCann -- As a pilot and a lover, I’m the best there is. I’m choosy and I’m hard to please. You’ll only get one night, but it will be the night of your life.
My life is perfect. Or it was, until I met her. Alexa. We were supposed to have one night. No strings, no regrets. But now I’m hooked and I can’t shake free, but I can almost never see her and when I do she runs away before midnight. It seems like all I can do to win her is to call her late at night and tell her bedtime stories.
Well, if that’s what it takes, that’s what I’ll do because nothing else matters. I have to have her. I have to.
Alexa -- So, after the most horrendous break-up, I’m living my wealthy, glamorous step-sister’s life while she jets off halfway around the world with her too-perfect beau. Super high thread-count luxury silk sheets? Check. Big, soft, sumptuous bed? Check. Gorgeous bathroom with oils and beauty products for endless, shameless pampering? And a Manhattan view to die for? Check, Check, Check.
All that’s missing is the tiny detail, well, preferably massive detail, of a man.
Ah, well. BFF says, “Party,” and ‘BING’ we’re off to a glamorous opening. And who should I meet but the hottest hard-bodied hunk of growl-inducing, pant-wettingly delicious man. Oh, boy. Off to his hotel suite for the night of… well, you get the picture, right? Mmm, and believe me, it’s a BIG picture. You know what I mean?
He’s the ‘one-night only’ type of a guy, and that suits me just fine.
Only it doesn’t. He wants more and, after what I had, oh, boy, so do I. But I’m not ready for another relationship and, besides, I can’t let him find out that I’m not the glamor girl he thinks I am.
Oh, but the stories he tells me on the phone… How long can I resist him?
Kurt makes me blush and Brad makes me come
to the realization that I’m free.
Unmarried. Unhindered. Ready to roam.
It’s not a question of can I handle this world.
But is it ready to handle me?
It started with my poolboy.
His suggestion made me blush.
But those blushes soon turned to moans.
Delightful bursts of pleasure followed by a crescendo of ecstasy.
But he may have been the first. He’s certainly not the last.
No way. I have a lot of catching up to do. And I can’t stop to love.
Unless it stops me.
Long, hard and scorching hot
Raw stories of rough, rampaging motorcycle club outlaws
Stranded in the desert, innocent Belle will have her heart broken and worse by a hard, hot, lawless biker. Hell-bent to take whatever he wants and let no-one stand in his way, he becomes her savior and her devil.
Belle has little choice but to join the clubhouse and take the rides. For a girl who can stay in the saddle, the scrapes and burns are trophies of the scorching ride of the life. The bikes and the club are all the bikers live for. Lethal force is just a tool to protect the life they love. Beer, bourbon, and rough, ready love are their daily fuel.
Big, hard men in leather deal daily with treachery and betrayal, and Belle must learn to deal, too. She must live outside the law and, like the biker, take love wherever she can find it. Take it the way that they do. Hard, and by the neck or the hair.
Can Belle survive her devil savior?
Love is a deadly weapon
A story inspired by true events
When ripped and brooding Rap Reader, VP of Carnage MC gets gorgeous Tania alone in the clubhouse, he backs her onto the pool table and he shoots in all the pockets. Rap’s ol’ lady is not amused and she makes her feelings clear with the aid of a pool cue.
Tania is on a mission. She means to take on every man in the whole of Carnage MC, most of their women too, and she leaves a trail of destruction in her wake.
How many men can Tania ensnare into her storm of passion, and what can drive a woman to such ruthless vengeance?
Will the fearsome threesome become an awesome foursome?
Two hot, hard, and ruthless hitmen, on a lethal mission in a strange city, both share one woman in a smoldering romantic reverse harem. Liam, Declan and Courtenay are in love, in all the hottest of ways.
When Courtenay is attracted to the man who brings a deadly contract, the dark, brooding Irons, what will it mean to the guilty pleasures of the sinful threesome?
Even the hitmen deserve a second shot.
WARNING: Contains MANY flavors of nuts.
Packed with real love, real romance and scorching hot action from beginning to end, this bisexual rollercoaster thrill ride will leave you panting, hot, and drenched.
He jacked her car, she hotwired his heart. Bad boy Ryan is a car taker. Jacking high-end vehicles to order is a dangerous game, but he’s the best in the business.
Until he jacks the wrong SUV. Too late he discovers curvy Haley curled up in the back, innocent and terrified. The bank robbers who ordered the SUV are hardened, no-loose-ends gangsters and Ryan knows he must protect the girl or they will eliminate her. But how can he persuade her to let him keep her safe, locked away and hidden? Especially when he has a powerful urge to do a whole lot more with this good girl than merely protect her.
When I first saw him, I was afraid
Exhausted, I just let my eyes close in the back of the car. When when I woke up, I was speeding along the highway and a man with a leer as hot as hell and hard as a rock was driving me away to who knew where.
Ryan was a heart stealer as much as a car thief. He’d have your panties as fast as he’d take your car. A typical bad boy, he had the same rule for both: one hard and fast, hot ride of your life, and then it’s over. One night is all you’d get.
Can Ryan keep Haley safe or keep himself alive? Can they survive long enough for the heat of their desires to burn into a thrashing hot reality?
“All American Asshole. Comes with one good-guy coupon”
Forbidden love, forced engagement and a secret pregnancy
Former Navy SEAL Luka is hired to protect Alexa for her mobster fiancée. Alexa is suspicious. Plus, she and Luka have a secret already and if the mobster learned about their recent meeting in a bar, it could get Alexa killed.
Opposites attract. Luka is hard, rational and tough. Alexa is intuitive and instinctual but she cannot ignore the way he makes her heart pound. Only she can see the man deeper inside him.
Secrets beget secrets and soon Alexa waits anxiously to use a testing kit from a pharmacy, which she also got in secret. Plots, double crosses, kidnapping and murder are the mood music of their torrid and stormy forbidden relationship, can they survive long enough, hold on tight enough to come together?
Kidnapped by a killer
He stepped closer and I backed against the wall. My voice shook, “Are you going to force me?”
His nostrils flared.”Is that what you want?” His eyes gleamed and a shock beat through my body. I wanted to smack that grin right off his face.
When I want something from somebody, I’ll take what they love the most. I wanted old man Grace’s club? So I kidnapped his curvy, sassy daughter. I didn’t give much thought to her when I slung her over my shoulder and carried her away. She was only collateral. But they say that opposites attract, right?
I have to hold the little minx close or she makes all kinds of havoc. That’s where the real trouble starts. However close I hold my feisty prisoner, the urge to hold her closer and tighter gets stronger. It uncoils like a fat, sleeping python then it lengthens and hardens and nothing will make it sleep until it has fed.
He’s hot as hell, but he’s a ruthless killer
He took me hostage just to steal my daddy’s club. I needed to show him that I wasn’t like the paper-thin dancers and models who flowed into his arms and his bedsheets like a tide. I wanted to smack that smirk right off his chiseled face.
The longer he holds me in his power and try as hard as I might, I can’t push away the thoughts of how it will be if he turns his brutal force on me. Can I resist him?
I always loved stories. As far back as I can remember I created tales to entertain myself and my friends.
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
Life is for living. Don’t waste time unless you know you have some spare.
What books have most influenced your life most?
That's a tough one. I’m going to say that the image of the white rabbit looking at his pocket watch, scurrying because he was late, and disappearing down a hole in the ground. Following after him, down and down and into a hidden world of magic – I remember how that made me feel so I'm going to say Lewis Carroll.
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
I held her wrist and watched her eyes burn. He breath was warm and damp, close to my chest. I could have bent her backward. Shown her who was master of this situation, watched those eyes gleam and flash, then well up, peak until they rolled back. I could make her pretty lip tremble and feel her breath shake.
Her jaw set and I realized how hard my grip was on her wrist. Still, I didn’t loosen it. She needed to be taught, I needed to show her something about me. Something that she would remember. I should make her call my name until she begged me. I pulled her closer. Her eyes widened and shone as her chest swelled and her breath caught in her throat.
A scent, a dark, heady perfume burst low in the air between us. Her face was turned up to mine. Her eyes were defiant. But the scent and the heat I felt on the front of her hips, the twitch in her lip and the hardness of her nipples as they pressed through her clothes, all of that told me another story. They told the age-old tale, the story a flower shows the bee, the story that a peach tells to the hummingbird. The story a deer tells the hunter when she’s cornered and shows you her throat.
My tongue traced my lips as I thought of how her lips would taste. The sweetness of her breath gave me the clue. Her head tipped and her lips parted. I touched her bottom lip with my thumb. Brushed roughly from one side to the other. Then I looked in her fluttering eyes and she watched as I tasted the tip of my thumb.
My mouth leaned toward hers. She arched back, but mainly had the effect of pushing her stomach and her pelvis against me. She rose onto her toes and her mound shoved against the ridge of my thigh. I stiffened my thigh and her legs gripped around it.
My face was near to hers. With the very tip of my tongue, I licked her lips. First the bottom then, slowly, the top. The tremble in her stomach and her thighs made me stiffen. My hand made its way around her waist and felt the warm strength of her as I reached back. She had back muscles like a surfer. With the tips of my fingers I relished the tense arc in her spine and slid down to hold her ass. The firm roundness rolled in my grip. She sighed as I pulled her to me.
My voice was just a hot breath on her throat and her cheek. “I could open you.” I watched her. “Spread you wide.” Her eyes flashed. “Take you up and fly you like a paraglider. Buffet you and spin you around until you peak and crash, soaring, plunging and moaning.”
“You mix your metaphors, mountain man,” her voice was distant and I could tell she was working to keep it steady. Her thighs were fastened on mine and her mound scraped high on my leg. The heat of her zinging pulses made my cock lengthen and twitch. I wanted to beat her with it. Inside and out.
My fingers traced the line of her throat. Slipped up the side of her neck and around her ear. I slid my fingers into her hair. Threading around and into the thick flow of her soft mane. I had all of her hair between my fingers. I had only to close my hand and I would have her at my mercy. She felt it, too. I watched her eyes. She moistened her lips and they parted again.
My other hand swept around her ass, squeezing and holding at the top of her thigh as it stroked around to the front of her pants. Then I pulled her face to mine.
My voice was a scraping rasp. “Want to mix something up with those metaphors?”
I held her so her lips were in trembling distance of mine. I tasted her breath. As her face lunged towards mine I held her back.
Her temperature rose at that and she squirmed in my arms.
“Ah,” I grinned. “Doesn’t mind being held, but isn’t ready to admit it.”
Her eyes flashed hot and her lips curled back.
“Something unresolved with your Daddy, maybe?” her teeth snapped at me and I could see she was as surprised as I was. “Buried deep. There’s a ancient stream running through there.” I popped the button on her pants. Her mouth lunged at me again. And I held her back when her lips were just a hair away from mine. I could taste her. And I knew that from there she could taste me.
“Apple of Daddy’s eye? Daddy’s little girl,” the corner of her eye creased with amusement, like a triumph. “No,” I whispered, “Daddy’s big girl. Not the princess, but Daddy’s queen.” I couldn’t hold her back now. I couldn’t help but laugh when her whole body surged at me like a tsunami.
As I leaned backward and she charged up to my face, while she fixed her lips on mine, met my breath with hers and sealed our tongues in a lock, as her breasts pressed against my chest, I slipped her zipper down. Her legs wrapped themselves around me and her mound was in my palm. I closed my hand and held her and she shook.
Our kiss was long, deep and her hands clawed in my hair while we came together. Our bodies entwined as though we already knew each other, inside and out. Back to front. From tip to toe.
We swayed and rocked to the music of each other’s bodies, tangoed on the beats of our hearts and the drums of our pulses. When finally she pulled her mouth from mine, we looked at each other for a moment in silent and tense amusement. Then I hoisted her up and slung her legs over my shoulders. With her pants and her underwear still on, hot and drenched as they were, I could barely stretch my tongue inside to reach her. And that was part of the charge.
She sat astride me, looking down. I watched in the mirror to see the anguish on her face. She saw me looking and her face flushed in fury. The more she rolled her hips to get me nearer to her weeping petals, farther up her trembling thighs, the more the zipper pushed my chin and my tongue out.
I flicked the tip up my tongue up at the front of her wet panties.
How did you come up with the titles?
It varies. Sometimes the title, or something like it, is what comes first. Pierce, the male lead in Perfectly Bad was fascinating to me because he’s hard, capable of savagery, but he’s also a man who has what I call a 'soul.' Those thoughts, that image came to me and the story grew out of there so I had the title first.
Cinderella of 6th Avenue, really the reversed 1001 nights theme, of him having to tell her stories to keep her interested, and then Jagger, the melting hot pilot was the starting points. I really didn’t think about the 'Cinderella' aspect until after the story was finished.
Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Thank you. You’re the best. I mean it.
What do you want your legacy to be and why?
If a story can take a reader somewhere they want to go, maybe give them a view of life that they wouldn't have otherwise, that’s more than enough for me.
If your book was made into a film who would you like to play the lead?
I had a picture of Jamie Dorman as Jagger McCann in my mind. Actually, I had one on my corkboard, too. Just as a memory aid. Emma Watson would be great as Alexa.
Do you have a blog/website?
I don’t. I connect with readers through my Readers' Group. [http://www.subscribepage.com/n6q2p8] :)
Thank you for this great opportunity to connect with the fantastic Discrete Diva readers and fans here. It’s been a lot of fun. I hope we’ll all be seeing much more of each other.