Coming in August … Scorpio Begins


Coming in August 2014

My name is Connor McClane, and if you haven’t guessed, I’m a Scorpio. Few women have ever made an impression on me. Not one of them could live up to the sexual prowess of Meredith Kincaid, the woman who stole my virginity and taught me to be a man. Now, three years later, we meet again. She wants me, but only on her terms. She has a secret. I want to keep it casual and am determined not to fall in love. Yet we draw together like the proverbial moth to a flame. So I am entangled in a web of sensual exploration and emotion that leads to a cataclysmic confrontation with the man who has vowed to own Meredith. Will I say yes to the possibilities?

Join Connor and Meredith for lots of steamy hot sex while we learn about the boy who will become the billionaire in this prequel of The Scorpio Saga.


Scorpio Awakens Chapter 13 Snippet – Cecile


Okay, okay, I can hear you all now – who the hell is Cecile? ~happy face~ Remember the character named Liz, one of Connor’s submissives? Well, as it turns out, her real name is Cecile, and we find out more about who she is when she meets with another character named Sophia to plot Katherine’s demise. Here’s a snippet:

“Tim says not only is she beautiful, but he loves her honesty and directness. He says she always calls a spade a spade, and you always know where you stand with her.”

“Well, isn’t that precious,” Cecile said. “Well, we’re just going to have to knock her down a peg or two. What do you say, Sophia? Have I made the right choice here? Are you with me on this?” You’ve obviously done your homework, so you know I have the power to make this happen if you work with me.”

“Let’s be honest here, Cecile. Me becoming Provost is more than a stretch, it’s impossible. Provost is an academic position and only professors are considered. I have an accounting designation, not a doctorate.”

“Nothing’s impossible if you have enough money, and as you know, your university is crying for money. For example, I’m willing to make sure they have the funds they need to build the new library in exchange for your promotion to Provost.”

Sophia was quiet while she continued eating her pasta. Cecile sipped her wine trying not to show her impatience. Take it easy. Don’t scare her off now.


I had lots of fun doing the edits on this chapter (as I am with all of them). I’m almost finished edits on Chapter 14. Would that I had more time! Like most working women, balancing work, family, research – tee hee – and writing proves to be an ongoing challenge. Neil is my hero, my muse and foremost supporter of this project, and he helps me clear time whenever and wherever we can. With his help, I’m able to devote at least 1.5 hours per day, BUT IT’S NOT ENOUGH. Okay, that’s my little rant for today.

I’ve decided not to read any more erotic romance novels until I’ve finished the final edits on my book; less chance of being influenced by what’s out there. I am committed to sticking to the original story I wrote in 2011.

Do enjoy a wonderful weekend. If you haven’t already, so follow me on Twitter (lilithdarville), Pinterest (Lilith Darville) – check out the character playlists and Goodreads. Of course, I love to hear from you, so please comment below or touch me up on Twitter.

Enjoy an awesome weekend!



Scorpio Awakens Chapter 12 Snippet – Tim

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Hello Readers – I’ve missed you! How have you been doing?

Although I’m not posting full chapters here on the blog, I thought I’d post snippets for you and keep you posted about the progress I’m making. Right now, I’m heavily into my own edits (now on Chapter 12), and I’m waiting for the editor to return the work letting me know the changes she thinks need to be made. The cover art is in the works, and I’m really excited to see the proofs from the photo shoot.

Meanwhile, back to the story – here’s a couple of snippets from Chapter 12. This chapter is written from Tim’s point of view. After a meeting with Connor when Tim suggests a way he can be more involved, Tim takes Katherine away on an exotic holiday. During that time, he introduces the Double Diary….

A Double Diary Thursday, August 23

Katherine writes….

Well, it certainly is a welcome and “stimuating” idea. I like that it’s open and affords me the freedom I need given my life circumstnce – balancing love, life and work. And, I’m loving anything that moves us in our exploration of our sexualty. I feel almost ashamed about how I’m revelling in your love and our growing exploration of sexuality. Sometimes I fear you’ll be bored; so certainly this presents a way to add a different dimension to that exploration.

 And yes, it can serve as a way tto explore other aspects of our emotional life together. Right now, I suspect that weill mainly be positive for me – I don’t think I have the need anymore to express difficult emothions through the written word – I’m much stronger an have come to prefer the verbal sparring if need be. So, for me, it will likely be about sex and love. 🙂

 I smiled at this beautiful and inspiring woman I was blessed to have love me. We finished our wine, drinking in the splendour of the full moon as it reflected off the gently lapping waves. Although the fragrant salt sea air and tropcal flora tended to overwhelm, it was Katherine’s scent that penetrated, gently reminding me of my longing for her. I stood, reached for her hand and led us into our bedroom. Like musicians who have played together so long they have no need of a conductor, we went about our bedtime ritual.  As we brushed our teeth, Kat’s watched me in the bathroom mirror, her love and desire misting over me like a piece of gossamer silk. I loved the way she brushed her teeth, unashamed to show me an act she considered so personal; yet another gift she gave to me alone. She rinsed, spat and dried her mouth, her gaze never leaving me. I stood behind her and nuzzled her hair with my cheek and let her warm fragrance envelope me. Minutes passed before she turned in my arms, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. Our love making was long and slow and deep. Eyes the colour of ebony gazed back at mine as she whispered my name again and again. I whispered back, “Kat, my Kat.” We explored every inch of each other’s body as if for the first time. I felt the moment of her surrender and knew she was mine. I surrendered to her with equal abandon as our howls of joy drifted out with the ocean tide. We fell asleep naked and wrapped in each other’s arms.


 That’s it for now, folks. Stay tuned for more as the editing continues, and thank you for being a Scorpio Awakens reader. I appreciate your support!

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Scorpio Awakens Chapter 10 Snippet – Connor

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 Once again, the gates stood open as he neared the estate. He pulled up in front and rang the doorbell. A look of appreciation lit Meredith’s face as those clear-blue eyes appraised him when she opened the door. A lean, muscular and absolutely stunning man replaced the adolescent boy she’d known. Connor had grown to his full height of five feet ten inches, and his body had the perfect proportions few were blessed with. This time it was Connor who gave her a wink that highlighted his gorgeous gray-green eyes.

“I’m back,” he said.

“It’s about time,” she said as she opened the door and gestured him inside.

They spent every moment that he wasn’t working together. They talked, slept, ate and fucked. He couldn’t get enough of her. That summer, she initiated him into the world of BDSM and released the hidden dominance she recognized in him. Meredith was a submissive, and she’d asked him to help her explore her hidden desires, desires that a former lover had awakened.

She told him about how she’d met the dominant who had recognized her need to submit and the gratitude she felt for this discovery. He told her about his dream of becoming a physician and his eagerness to start university in the fall. He asked how she got the job house sitting for the ‘old geezer’ Brett Sandvine. She laughed and said that Brett wasn’t all that old at 45, vaguely mentioning that she’d met him a long time ago. They shared their hopes and dreams along with their voracious sexual appetites. In between kissing, licking, sucking and fucking, they took long drives in the sports cars that Brett collected. Connor loved the way the custom-made Jaguar XJC convertible handled, and they spent hours tearing up the back country roads with the top down, wind rushing through their hair. Connor loved watching the way the breeze lifted Meredith’s thick brown curls. He thrived on her delighted laughter each time he took a curve a bit too fast or pushed the high-performance sports engine to the upper limits of its tremendous speed capacity. She loved fast cars and the men who had the balls to drive them the way they were built to be driven. He developed a fondness for the fine wines and gourmet food that abounded at the estate. But none of that mattered without Meredith. What had started as a school-boy crush blossomed into a full blown love for Connor, and although she hadn’t said it, he was sure Meredith felt the same way.

Connor was sure nothing could burst the bubble of their bliss. Certain Meredith was the one he was meant to spend his life with, he gave her some flimsy excuse – he couldn’t remember what it had been – for why he needed to borrow her MG so he could shop for a ring. He remembered her smile and the sound of her laughter as she wrapped herself around him and kissed him deeply. She told him to take all the time he needed; she was going to bike down to the public beach.

He was thrilled to find the perfect ring in the beach town of Bayfield and eager to get back to Meredith. He cranked up the volume on the tape deck and sang at the top of his lungs to his favourite Eagles tunes. He was convinced no one had written better songs, and the line “Oh sweet darlin’, you get the best of my love” said it all. Unsure of just how he was going to do it, but equally sure he’d propose that very night, Connor tossed around ideas as the miles sped by. He came back to reality with a jolt as he neared Kincardine and a cluster of cars and people ahead. He pulled to the side and walked over to see what was happening and offer his help if needed. As he neared he saw the crushed remains of a bicycle lying beside the mangled front end of a van. For a split second, his brain refused to process the sight of Meredith lying curled on her side on the pavement or hear the buzz of voices wondering what they should do. He strode forward pushing someone out of his way, knelt beside her and gathered her in his arms. She’s only fainted, that’s it, she’s passed out. She’ll come to in a minute. But her utter stillness and the trickle of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth told him differently. He cradled her in his arms and screamed and screamed and screamed without making a sound. He remained frozen with her until the emergency crew took her from him. Connor’s pain hardened into rage.

“Who did this?” The quiet intensity of his voice frightened the woman crouched beside him. She stood and pointed to a man sitting on the curb holding his head in his hands, rocking and making a mumbling sound. Connor stood and walked toward him intent on finding out what had happened. As he neared the smell of alcohol fumes overwhelmed him. The man’s mumbles became a chant: “It’s not my fault. I didn’t mean to.” Connor looked at him and felt the beginnings of the white-hot edge of a fury that threatened to consume him. He bent and whispered, “Even prison is too good for you. I’ll make sure you pay for this the rest of your miserable life.” As he walked away, he vowed he would never allow himself to feel this kind of pain again. Instead, he would do whatever it took to gain the power and control to crush the miserable excuse for a human being who had taken his Meredith from him.

Tormented by the pain of his loss, Connor shut down and walled off the world. For just over a week, the only action he took was that which kept him alive. At night, he lay on the bunk house bed and stared at the ceiling. His chest constricted and his heart tore, again and again and again. He stared at the unpainted planks that made up the far wall and saw nothing but his own tortured thoughts. When he couldn’t stand that any more, he moved to the picnic table bench in the tiny kitchen. He couldn’t function; at times he felt he couldn’t breathe. Each day, his emotions crawled a little closer to the room in the corner of his mind where he could lock them up and throw away the key. Meredith had been his one love. Connor would never allow himself to feel the kind of pain that came with the loss; it was just too raw, too hard. Life would never be the same for him. At the end of ten days, he emerged, unshaven, ragged and a little beaten down, but confident he would attain the wealth and power he needed to assure him complete control over all aspects of his life.


That bitch. Fucking Cecile. If she fucks this up for me, I’m going to kill her.

“You have my word that the only people who knew about our meeting was you and the woman you call Liz. Oh, and you said you’d told Tim, right?”

“Connor, if you’re trying to insinuate something here—”

“I’m not trying to insinuate anything, Kath. Give me some time to investigate this, okay?”

 “Well, if it wasn’t you, then it must have been Liz,” Katherine said. “But why would one of your subs play a trick that? And how would she know—”

“Katherine,” his tone took on a hard edge. “Leave it with me.”

“Okay, Connor, okay. Don’t get pissy with me. I’m sure you can understand why this is so upsetting.”

He softened his tone, “I do, and I’ll get to the bottom of this, I promise.”

Connor pushed his midnight grey Maserati far in excess of the speed limit as he drove home, his mind whirling with confusion. What would possess Cecile to start playing games at this late date? She’d been privy to many of his adventures before without repercussion. So why now?

He activated his hands free phone. “Call Cecile.” He waited impatiently for the call to connect.

“Connor.” She sounded happy to hear from him. “I wondered when you’d surface. Where have you been?”

“Cut the crap, Cecile. Meet me in my suite in an hour. I have something I want to discuss with you.”

“But, I’m in the middle of—”

“One hour,” he snapped and disconnected the call. He tapped the hands-free remote again. “Call Tim King work,” and listened to the disembodied voice saying: Calling Tim King work.

“Dr. King.”

“Tim, it’s Connor. I just got your message; and I agree, we need to meet. How soon are you available?”

“I’m due in a meeting in ten minutes that will last several hours. How about six o’clock at the Library Bar?”

 “That works for me. See you there,” Connor said and rang off.

 Cecile would pay for this….

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SCORPIO AWAKENS Snippet #4 – Tim

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“Katherine and I were lovers for a couple of years during university,” Connor said. “We became very good friends, so I guess you could say I love her as a friend.”

A couple of years? She’d told me about several guys she’d been with in university, but none of them had sounded serious.

“I flirted with the idea getting together, but by that time you two were living together, and it was clear that she loved you,” Connor continued. “Katherine always was wise beyond her years in some ways even then. Once she realized the attraction to me was purely sexual, she sent me packing.”

I took another gulp of my drink. Was this the truth? Or had she been sleeping with him all along?

“So you been screwing her all this time? Is that what you’re telling me?” I felt my throat close over the words, but kept my gaze steadily on his. I refused to let him see how upset I was getting.

“No, not at all. We ran into each other a month or so ago at a conference, and that’s the first time we’d seen each other since second year university.”

I thought I could see compassion with a touch of humor in his eyes. Damn him!  It was a difficult realization that I was actually starting to like him. We took another pause to nibble and let Stewart refresh our drinks.

“Well we’re here to discuss my proposal,” I said , “not to rehash ancient history. First let me apologize if I get into too much detail about the terms of my proposal. We academics can get carried away sometimes.”

“Go ahead; I’m intrigued. So, what’s the proposal?”

“Katherine seems to feel that she’ll need to see you from time to time to explore this dominance thing you two have happening. The only way I can let that go on is if I’m involved somehow.”

Connor’s eyebrow shot toward the ceiling, but he stayed silent.

“I’m a bit of a voyeur; it’s just something that interests me. Truth be told, I’ve always fantasized about seeing Katherine with someone else. I’m thinking that somehow I could be involved and see that happen.”

“I’m a lot of a voyeur,” Connor said, “and I’ve always dreamed of seeing someone fuck my wife, and I’m not certain how I’d handle it. I’ve just met you and already I have my doubts, Tim.  Reality is not the same at all as fantasy.”

“Well you’re not me, are you. What I do know is that Katherine will walk away from you if I give the word, and the only way I can allow this to continue is if I’m a part of it somehow.”

Connor took a sip of what looked like scotch on the rocks while never taking his eyes off of me.

“I’m not into men,” he said coldly, “so you’ll have to make that little fantasy come true with someone else.”

“I’m not into men either, not even a little. This isn’t about me, it’s about Katherine.”

“Is Katherine aware of what you’re asking?”

“No, and I’ll be the one to tell her in my own good time.”

Connor took another drink and said nothing. Although it was probably only a couple of minutes, it felt more like ten. I ate some more of the appetizer to keep from squirming under his steady gaze while he calmly took another drink.

When I couldn’t stand it anymore I said, “Well?”

“Maybe. Let me give it some thought and get back to you. What’s your cell number?”

“I’m from the old school and I don’t really use my cell. It’s best to get a hold of me at the office.”

I took out one of my business cards and slid it across the table to him. As if by magic, Stewart materialized with the bill and handed it to Connor. I started to take out my wallet, but Connor gestured for me to put it away. He signed the chit and stood with his hand outstretched.

“It was nice meeting you, Tim. I’ll be in touch.” And with that he walked away.

Unexpectedly, I had a hard on, and not just of the semi-erect variety. I was almost rupturing the zipper of my jeans, and it was damned painful. As much as I tried to reflect on the conversation with Connor, my next coherent thought was my recognition that I was imagining Katherine writhing under Connor as he rode her hard and slow. I wanted her, and I wanted her badly. To hell with the rest of it; we’d figure it out.

If you were Connor, would you accept the proposal?


SCORPIO AWAKENS Snipper #2 – Connor

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As the week drew to a close, Connor realized the the anxiety he was trying so hard to ignore was his fear of never being with Kathering again. He couldn’t and wouldn’t allow this to happen.

He ordered a dinner with all of her favourite foods. She preferred to eat in the suite where they were assured privacy. As she grew confident with him, she grew bolder. Once, she had arrived wearing only a coat, and as he closed the door, she had spread the coat on the floor in front of the fireplace, lay down and spread her legs for him. Dinner was cold by the time she was ready to eat, and he laughed as she tore into her steak too ravenous to wait for him to warm it up.

They chatted about inane things as they ate, and he waited until he was sure she was relaxed and eager. As she got up to head for the bedroom, he stopped her.

“Just a minute, Kat, I have something I want to talk with you about.”

“Okay, let’s talk in bed,” she said, smiling. He almost caved at that moment; perhaps they could wait.

“Let’s sit here on the couch and enjoy another glass of wine while we talk,” he said.

She hesitated, frowned a little and gazed at him with those bottomless brown eyes that were almost black with desire, then she complied.

“Okay, what’s up?” she asked when they were seated and he’d refilled their glasses.

“I would like to take our relationship to the next level,” he said.

The frown returned, deeper this time, and he felt a moment of hesitation.

“Relationship? Connor I thought I was very clear that although I value our friendship, I will never allow anything to come between me and my husband. I love him and he fulfills needs in me you never can.”

Damn, she mistakes me. I’m losing her…..

“Here me out, please, Kat.  This has to do with our sexual relationship.”

She seemed to relax a bit and sank back on the couch.

“I’m listening,” she said.

“I think you’ll admit that we’ve discovered a rare compatibility in our sex. I like to dominate, and you like to be dominated. Is that an accurate statement?”

“Yeeeesssss,” she said. “So?”

She isn’t making this easy. Of course, she never does. He wasn’t sure if he really like this facet of her personality, yet the implicit challenge appealed to his competitive nature.

“Well, I’d like to take things to the next level,” Connor said.

“But –“

“Just hear me out, okay. I want to play a serious game where I am the Master and you are my sexual slave. In this game, you will do what I want, when I want, how I want, no questions asked. You can stop playing the game at any time you are no longer willing, and that will be the end of our relationship – yes, I said relationship. Or, you can submit to my will and see where this will take us. I promise I will never do anything that will cause you any real pain, and you can still use our code words, although I may choose not to listen.”

He watched her carefully as he outlined his plan. At that point, he saw her wince, but he was gratified to see real interest in her expression.

“The game may also involve you submitting to other people of my choosing. Again, at any time, you may choose not to play, but that will be the end of our relationship.”

“You’re not leaving me with much choice here,” she said. Her expression was inscrutable, and he couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

“You have complete choice; you can end the game at any time. I think we both thought this wouldn’t continue after this week; however, I’m ready to take things to the next level. Or we can say our goodbyes and move on….”

And the game was on….

Click here to read Ch. 1 – Katherine


Then I Wrote…

But he had a nagging doubt that her surrender was to her fantasies and her own sexual need, and not to him. He had to make sure that her surrender was to him, for him.

Thoughts of Amber intruded at inopportune moments, and he was finding it more and more difficult to banish them. Random thoughts would pop into his head in the middle of intense negotiations with foreign dignitaries — the image of her lying beneath him, her arms pinned beneath his, her legs spread wide and hips arched up to receive his fiercest thrusts. His loins would tighten, and the increased pressure in his groin made him grateful for the invention of conference tables.

The curve of a server’s buttocks at last night’s state dinner brough Amber to mind with such force, Ewan actually had missed a question raised by the prime minister. He’d had to ask him to repeat it. Not good, not good at all (nod to Jack Reacher).

Damn her anyway! As that thought flashed through him, he could hear her voice saying, “Am I really the problem, Ewan?” Good question.

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SCORPIO AWAKENS Snippet #1 – Katherine

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Now, there he was at the bar ordering a drink. She tried to keep the intensity from her gaze so as not to attract his attention. A very attractive blonde approached him, stood on tiptoes and whispered in his ear. His smile was a mixture of humour and cynicism, but he bent to listen. His reply made the blonde tip back her head and toss her hair. She said something else to him, and he shook his head. Katherine almost heard the “hmph” Blondie said before she flounced off. He looked down at his drink, smiled to himself, then he slowly scanned the room. She quickly looked down at her table and tried to sink further into the darkness of her corner booth.

She signalled the waiter and ordered another “tea”, intentionally oblivious to the effect that the blend of triple sec, light rum, gin, vodka and tequila was having on her. As she reached for her wallet to pay for the drink, the server said, “It’s already taken care of.”

“By whom?”

“By me. May I?” Connor gestured toward the chair opposite her.

“I guess so,” she said and took another mouthful of her drink.  She blushed at her inability to ever think of something witty or clever to say. Try as she might, wit with her always made an after-the-fact appearance.

“It’s been a while.” She could have kicked herself. Connor held her eyes for a long moment and smiled.

“Yes. Yes it has.” He easily led her into conversation about the music she liked, hobbies, and what she’d been doing over the past two decades. After what seemed like a short time, she looked at her watch and gasped.

“Oh my god; I’ve got to go. I’m giving a presentation in the morning.”

As they got up to leave, she stumbled and realized she was drunker than she thought.

He must be too. He matched me drink for drink.