Leslie began her writing career as a stay-at-home-mom. Her life-long love for reading lead to reviewing books for Goodreads, Amazon and Jillian Dodd's Author Blog. Leslie is also the cofounder of The Indie Bookshelf, which hosts yearly author signings, primarily in the Dallas/FT Worth area.

When she is not writing, you will find her lunching with friends, sipping a cup of joe, binging on Netflix or working on a home DIY project.

Leslie lives in Texas with her husband, teenage son and daughter, and two very silly pugs. 

He lifted his eyes to me. I was instantly captivated. He was sheer beauty in his black, hooded cloak. Was he real or just my imagination? It didn't matter. I had to know the mysterious man shrouded in darkness...

Graveyard Watchman

Desperately feeling around, I find a loose strip of cloth and yank, instantly releasing the weight of him dropping to my thigh. Instinctively, my hand wraps around his warm, solid penis, stroking up to a slightly wet tip. 


I scoot down, trying to get closer. I want to explore and smell and taste everything.


"Are-are you sure you want to do that?" He looks down with a troubled face.


"Don't you want me to?" my hands move up the tops of his thighs.


"Well, yes, I just..." he stops because I brush my nose over his stomach, inhaling deeply and his skin ripples with gooseflesh. 


He grasps my head hard, fingers twisted in the thick of my hair-God he's warm. 


My tongue travels the length of him and I kiss and suck along the way. Dominic quickly pulls away before I can stop him and lifts me up, turning me over on my back. He breathes in deeply, kissing his way down my torso and stops just above the edge of my curls.


Chapter 52: Consummation