Friday, 8 March 2019

New Release this week!

Hey Beauts.

My next release is next week, and it is part one of the spin-off to Abriya & Clarence.

Wednesday, 18 July 2018

New Release!!!!

Introducing my new Erotic Romance, Just An Escort.

Sneak peek...

(C) Copyright LeeSha McCoy 2018

Inspired by real stories of women in the industry.

One: Sacha

I lean over into the webcam and pull down my boob tube, releasing my natural double d’s.
Yeah, baby, now shake them.”
I roll my eyes, knowing that only my breasts are in his view, and shake my chest vigorously. I can hear the sound of his fist around his dick, slapping away while he grunts. He tells me what a great pair I have and then he starts gasping.
He's one of my regulars, he never lasts long...
Thanks, babe,” he says huskily when he finishes.
Any-time, Mark.”
After he logs off, I quickly scoop my breasts back into my top and return to my homepage.
Like usual, I have a queue.
Making my way through the members, I send them messages, giving them a rough estimate of when I'll be free and then get off the quickies. I'm very well known on this site. I have a lot of regulars and they understand I'm always in demand. I occasionally get the one or two that like to get aggressive or abusive, but I have a block button for them.
I click on JasonLovesTits and it opens up a web chat. He peers into the camera his end and smiles. “Hey Sash, my cocks raging here. I thought you were never coming back.”
I bite my lip. “Now, would I do that to you, sexy?”
He blushes.
I’ve been chatting to Jason for a few months now. He’s married with four kids and his wife works nights but as soon as he’s got the kids in bed and they’re asleep, without fail, he logs on to watch me give a big, pink dildo a tit-wank. I reach down into my box of tricks and grab said dildo. I lather it up with some strawberry lube and then pull my top off over my head.
God, I’ve had such a shit day, Sach, I really need this tonight.” Jason works in banking and always tells me how stressful it is. Works with a bunch of pricks, apparently.
I got you, baby.”
He closes his eyes momentarily before he stands and pulls down his jeans. I watch in awe as he lubes up his dick—he’s got a very nice piece. “Your dick is looking beautiful as ever,” I tell him as my pussy clenches.
He’s excited to see you,” he replies.
I adjust the camera so that only my chest is on his screen and then spread lube between my breasts. I hold them underneath with my forearm and slide the plastic up into my cleavage.
You really do have perfect tits,” he says appreciatively.
I smile. “Why, thank you, Jason.” I focus on the plastic between my breasts and let out an exaggerated sigh.
Are you stressed, too?” he asks.
Always,” I lie; my life is never exciting enough to be stressful.
I’m sure your tits are getting bigger, they’re fucking huge!”
The grip around his dick tightens and he begins long, firm strokes, up and down his raging length. My pussy flutters at the sight. He’s one of the very few guys I see who can get me wet.
Your dick feels so good between my tits,” I tell him, putting on my slutty voice.
He loves it. Yeah, I bet you’re so wet right now,” he groans.
I moan in response. “I am.”
The slapping noise from his cock becomes louder and I stare at it in awe. His hand movements quicken, pulling and tugging at the stiff wood. Damn, his wife is such a lucky bitch to have a cock like that to sit on. He cups his balls with his free hand, and I watch him while speeding up my movements with the dildo to match his pace.
I’m gonna come on your tits,” he grunts.
Oh, yeah, come all over my big tits.”
Fuck, Sash'!”
I pull one of my nipples as I watch his come repeatedly spurt out the end of his dick. He pulls it so hard, it makes my insides clench. Fuck, I wish I had a dick like that in my hole right now.
He thanks me before logging off, and he tips me well. I open up my legs to rest them on my desk before eagerly shoving the dildo into my soaking, wet pussy. I circle my clit furiously and moan, throwing my head back and gasping up at the ceiling. I arch my back and rock my hips, quickly making myself come.
As you can tell, Jason gets to me.
He’s so damn good-looking, and his dick is perfect. He’s one of only a few guys I look forward to getting off because it always ends up with me coming hard after.
As you’ve probably guessed, I don't have a boyfriend. I don’t have any friends either, it's not like I meet any through work. I go by Sacha when I'm on cam, and the only people who call me by my real name are my accountant, my nail technician, and Judy, my agent.
I lived in care until I was sixteen and then moved into sheltered housing for two years until I got my own flat. When you're hungry and can't get a job, you'll take just about any work you can get and that's what I did. I saw an ad online and here we are. Twelve years later and I'm rich, in demand and still thankfully, beautiful. Time has been good to me and I know I still have a few years left in this industry. My specialities range from feet to rubber, to practically any other kink. There's nothing I haven't dabbled in when it comes to this lifestyle, that's why I'm so good at it.
If someone wants me to watch them lick my old, crusty, pussy juice off a pair of my knickers that I’ve sent them, I'll do it. If they want me to watch them drink their own piss? I'll do that, too. I know you probably think that's disgusting but what's really disgusting, is my bank balance because of it. I have a few million in my account and I'm proud of that. You might not agree with the way in which I made it, but part of you wishes you could do it, too. Don't you? Even just for the money.
I click through the rest of my requests and give a virtual wank and a blow job before pretending to make myself come on a rubber beach ball. I get a woman asking if I'll fuck myself with a dildo but I don't put anything in my vagina for money anymore. That's my only rule. Ass and mouth are fine but nothing goes in my pussy. That will be for my man one day, if I ever get one.
See, the problem is my confidence. It's hard to believe this, but when I'm on cam, I can be anyone, and I certainly go by many different characters. Sacha, can be anyone you want her to be, but Kate? Kate can't. She's mostly moody and unsociable. She's an introvert and doesn't feel comfortable around anyone until she knows them.
Previous boyfriends have had serious issues with my career choice, that's why I haven't dated for a few years now. I've tried, God knows, I've tried, but it never works out. I'm not prepared to give up what I do to support someone else earning minimum wage. Sad but true. I'm accustomed to this lifestyle and I'm not going to lie to myself and pretend that I can live a basic life because I can't. I like money and I can spend it well. I live in a very big house and drive a nice car.
This is who I am.
I tie my hair into pigtails and click on WhosUrDaddy.
Hey there, Daddy,” I say while putting on my American accent.
Hello, Princess. You ready for me?”

I LOG OFF around four in the morning, after checking my balance. Eleven-thousand, two-hundred and some change. Not bad for a week's work.
I brush my teeth while looking in the mirror, I wonder what my life would’ve been like if I had finished that fashion course. I don't think I would be as rich, but would I have settled down and had kids by now? Probably, yes. Do I feel like I've missed out? Sometimes, yes. Do I wish I never got into this industry? All the time, but it paid my bills when I couldn’t find a job to, and it’s continued to do so. I have no problem with men and women getting off over my body. I do have a problem with being single, though.
I remove the brown contact lenses from my eyes, un-clip my wig, wipe the makeup off my face, and after having a quick shower, I moisturise my skin. My blue eyes stare blankly back at me, making me feel guilty. They wish I would meet someone... anyone that could give me the things I'm missing most in my life. A companion, a normal conversation, sex? It doesn't even have to be mind-blowing sex, just any dick that isn't virtual and meaningless would do.

On Monday, I received an email from Judy about doing some escort work. She's asked me to do it a few times over the years but I've been happy just doing cam. I don't have any trouble getting obscenely rich men paying five pounds a minute for me to get them off. Hell, I've had people come and cam me just to talk about their fucking pets. They see a petite girl with big tits and blonde hair, then fall head over heels for that shit. It's laughable really how much people are prepared to pay for anything ‘sex’.
The email said the usual about her being understaffed, again. She always has a load of hot-shot businessmen, needing a girl to accompany them to business meetings, dinners etcetera. Now, usually, I say no straight away but this time, I told her I'd think about it. I've been feeling like I could do with a change. I’m lonelier than I’ve ever been and it wouldn’t be such a bad thing to meet someone face-to-face, even just for some adult conversation.
I get into bed and read over the email again. ‘...attending business meetings, dinners... they may also want to take you shopping for clothes and personal items... sexual intercourse/sexual acts of some kind are a requirement for the majority of these meetings…’
And that’s the problem. The sex part is what's putting me off. I’ve never really liked meaningless sex. I’ve had plenty of shitty sex in relationships, though. I think that’s why I don’t, as a rule, offer vaginal play on cam.
I’ll sleep on it.

I WANDER MINDLESSLY around the supermarket, browsing things I never buy. I'm very much in a routine with what I eat so the fact I’m doing this, just goes to show you how bored I am with my pathetic excuse of a life. My routine is very basic; finish camming between four and five-am, sleep until two-pm. Go shopping for a few hours. Home, clean, drink Brandy, get made-up and back online for nine or ten-pm.
It's been this bad for about two years now. I did have a lot of friends once, but as we got older and they started settling down, I found they weren't too happy with my 'life choices.' In other words, they thought I was a whore and didn’t trust me around their men. It's funny how quick someone who is supposed to be a friend, can cut you off when they feel threatened. The thing is, I would never, ever do that. I work online, it wasn't like I would have stolen their men away from them. Just because I do what I do, doesn't make me a bad person. It's not a crime to talk shit to someone for money. If anything, it makes you clever.
I pick up some apples in aisle five and catch a tall, dark guy staring at me by the pastries. Sometimes, I get the feeling of dread, when I think someone has recognised me from online. Although I wear lenses and a wig, I do get worried I'll be spotted. I’ve heard all sorts of horror stories about girls being tracked down and stalked. You can never be too careful about saying something online that might give away your location because some people, can get obsessive.
Pastry guy and me, have a staring contest but he looks away first. Weirdo. I turn back to the rows of fruit and pick out some oranges.
Hi,” a quiet voice says beside me.
It's him. “Hi?”
I'm Carlo.”
Err... okay?” My voice is rejecting and I hope he goes away. He looks nervous and I study him. Clothes no, eyes no, hair no... cologne... ugh.
Definitely not.
I... um… would you like to–”
I have a boyfriend.”
He blushes, embarrassed. “Sure, of course.”
I push my trolley past him and roll my eyes. Is this seriously what my life has come to?

AFTER GETTING HOME and putting away my shopping, I check my emails. There’s one from Judy; she’s asking if I've made a decision about the escorting. I stare nervously at my phone screen; debating on whether I should say yes or no. I type out a response declining, but as my thumb hovers over send, I hesitate.
Fuck it. I delete what I’ve written and retype.
Why not. When do you want me?'

Sunday, 26 November 2017

The Roadman - (C) LeeSha McCoy 2017

My latest release is now LIVE and Free with Kindle Unlimited for the first time ever. Please share and support if you can. After 3 months I will be moving it over to all other platforms via Smashwords. Thank you to everyone who helped to get this one together. Love xxx

Amazon USA -

Chapter One

BREAKING NEWS THIS MORNING... disorder has broken out across West London after a series of shootings and attacks...”
Yeah, we know,” I mutter to myself before swallowing my mouthful of toast and switching off the TV. All this crazy violence needs to stop—it’s getting way out of control now. I check the clock on the wall. Late again. “Shit.” After quickly checking my face in the hallway mirror for crumbs, I’m out the door to work.

I rush into the studio and cower when I see Johnny eyeing me from the front desk.
I know, I’m sorry.” I am so late.
His face lights up with a stunning smile as he crosses his heavily tattooed arms and leans back in his chair. “I moved your appointments, Hun. Don’t worry, you have twenty minutes.”
Relief washes over me. “Have I told you how much I love you lately?”
Only everyday this week. Your kit is all ready to go, can I get you a coffee?”
I flash him my blue Thermos in my bag. “Got one, thanks, Babe.”
He hands me a handful of envelopes. “Here’s the mail. I’ve paid all the invoices for the month.”
Thank you.” I make my way to my domain; back left corner-that’s me. I put my flask on my desk and prepare the inks for my first appointment.
Layla?” Marco, my second in command appears. He runs a hand over his bald head—something is wrong. “I need to leave at three today, if that’s cool?”
I’m surprised by his request. He never leaves early, or takes time off so of course I’m gonna say yes. “Um, how are your appointments set?”
I’ve rearranged the ones affected. I know you’re packed out, and I didn’t wanna put any appointments on Maverick.”
Thank god, I don’t need any more work.
Perfect. Thank you. Is everything okay?” I’m concerned. This is not like him at all.
His face flashes with worry. “I hope so. Let you know Monday?”
No problem.”
Thanks, Layla.” He returns to his workstation opposite mine and calls over his next customer. I hope everything is okay with him. He’s been with me from the day I opened this studio and is the best tattooist I have here, after myself.
The door goes, and it’s my first customer—one of my regulars, Tony. He smiles at me as Jonny books him in. It’s his pay day and I’m finishing his left sleeve today.
Today’s the day,” he says as he reaches my station. His excitement is real.
I raise an eyebrow. Finally.”
Well, if it wasn’t so expensive...”
I glare at him and cross my arms.
I’m joking!” he laughs. “You’re worth every penny.”
I bow in my chair. “Thank you.”
Tony's covered in tattoos, but unfortunately, I didn’t do all of his ink… I adjust my chair when he sits down and then I sterilise his arm.
Has my friend been in to see you yet?” he asks.
Adam? Yeah, he was in yesterday. Who inked him before? He wouldn’t tell me.”
Inked 'r' us, over in East.”
Ugh, I’ve done so many cover-ups for them now. I don’t know how they’re still in business.”
You should open another shop over there.”
If only I could be in two places at once, huh?”
If only.”

My day passes quickly, it always does. I’m booked up for months in advance but I wouldn’t wish it any other way. It’s taken me years to get where I am today but I never gave up. Being a girl in this industry is so much harder than it is for a man but my hard work has paid off and now I’m finally getting the recognition I deserve.

At seven I lock up the shop and head to the car park. I can hear a group of youth's fighting as I approach, making me roll my eyes in frustration. Last week, my beloved Merc’ window was shot out and it took three days to get it back from the police. There’s just so much violence in this part of the city. It was never, ever this bad when I was younger, but then, the youth’s these days are much braver...
I eye the group of boys shouting at each other to my right. They clock me but I quickly turn away.
See nothing, know nothing.
Just a few more yards to my car, so I walk faster. Most people know of me around here but I’m not taking any chances.
The conversation between them becomes increasingly heated and then I jump from the sound of a gunshot. My wing mirror falls to the ground and panic sets in. I run towards the back of my car for cover as the shots continue but before I can get down behind it an arm is suddenly around me, pulling me down to the asphalt.
Ahhh.” I wince in pain. Fuck, my head.
Shhh. Don’t. Move,” the voice warns. It's authoritative, forceful and not to be ignored. The arm around my waist tightens. I nod my head in acknowledgement before squeezing my eyes together as the shouting gets louder. There’s a scuffle, and then an ominous flick of a knife.
My life so far plays before me, it’s been good. If I die now, I can be happy with what I’ve achieved.
The shots continue and then the man beside me reaches for something in his jacket. My head throbs; I’m sure blood is running down my face. A shot fires above me, making me jump.
Go after him, then!” The voice shouts before muttering something about being idiots but I barely hear him because my heart is drumming so violently in my ears. I’m clinging to his arm; not even knowing who this man is, but being thankful as fuck for him.
Footsteps scatter as the group runs away and the arm around my waist disappears.
Please,” I beg.
It’s alright, they’re gone.”
I open my eyes and specks of bright, white light flood my vision. The body moves from beside me and stands while I sit up and touch my head. Its dark, but with the orange glow of the street lights I can see the blood on my fingers.
Two hands effortlessly lift me up from behind and I gasp in surprise. Light headed, I stumble backwards to rest against my car. I see my bag on the ground and reach for it but I’m beaten to it. The man collects up my things and I cringe as he even picks up my Tampax... oh God.
I breathe deeply, the world spins. I lean over and try to breathe steadily but I’m so overwhelmed, I can’t think straight, not even to inhale.
Here,” the man says as he offers me my bag.
I shakily take it. “Thanks.”
You’re bleeding,” he tells me.
I know.”
Is this your car?”
I nod. I almost died. I almost fucking died. Bursting into tears, I cry, and not quietly but with big, heaving sobs. I cover my face… I think back to when I used to get mixed up in my brothers fights and it makes my breath catch. He almost died so many times... I take a deep breath and let out a sob; calm down. I really need to get home.
I wipe my face with the back of my hand and suddenly feel embarrassed when I realise the man is still standing in front of me. “Sorry,” I croak.
No, I’m sorry.”
I look up, blinking through teary eyes before my eyes settle on his. He’s standing out of the light so I can only just make out dark skin and dark eyes. He’s staring at me and I’m staring back just as hard. I can’t see the exact shade of his eyes but for a moment, I lose myself in them. Fuck… his features are so strong, so masculine and my stomach flutters. I pull my eyes away from him, embarrassed, again.
Thanks, for helping me,” I mutter after finding my sense and rummaging through my bag to pull out my car keys.
Don’t thank me. That was my fault.”
I nod my head knowingly but don't look at him. So he’s one of them. Obviously. Looking like that, how could he not be?
Are you good to drive?” His fingers touch my face and he wipes some blood away from just above my brow.
It hurts and I flinch. “Yes.”
Alright,” I think he says.
Stay out of trouble,” I mutter before I turn away and pick up my broken wing mirror and get into my car. Stay out of trouble? What the hell?
I watch him in my rear view before I pull off and see him still standing there. Maybe I should have offered him a lift?
No Layla, fuck that, he almost got you killed... but he also saved my life. I shake my head and concentrate on the road ahead. I need to get my ass home.

AFTER TWENTY MINUTES I reach my flat. I’ve thought about that guy the entire drive home. Wow, he was nice. His body was built, and those features...
I go straight to the bathroom to check my face. I’ve grazed the right side of my forehead and it looks quite bad. I get some cotton wool and warm water and clean it up. It stings like hell and after I’ve picked out the gravel, I apply some antiseptic cream to it. I’ve never had any cuts or grazes on my face and I’m getting angry the more I look at it. I tie my long hair into a high ponytail and remove the make-up from my face. My caramel skin looks unusually pale and I begin to feel dizzy again.
After a few more deep breaths I get my Pyjamas ready and moisturise my skin, giving special attention to my right side. I have a tattoo from the side of my breast, down my waist and thigh to just above my knee. I designed it myself; it’s a dire Wolf under a dream catcher with caves and scenery around it. It’s black and shade mostly, with colour only in the wolf’s eyes and the beads on the dream catcher. Marco did my ink because he’s the only one I trust to do it to my standards.
I climb into bed and wonder how I’m going to explain this massive graze on my head to the girls tomorrow? They are not gonna let it go unmentioned so I better think of a story fast, and a good one at that.
I study the ceiling in a daydream. That man though... His eyes were soul-catching and although he didn’t say much, his voice... Ugh... I groan and roll over and hurt my cut up head, forgetting about it already.
Fuck my life.

Friday, 24 February 2017

Anarchy Book 2 (The Abriya & Clarence Series) Chapter 1

Anarchy Book 2 (The Abriya & Clarence Series) Chapter 1

Release Date Sunday/Monday (I love to keep you guessing)

One: Abriya

This ring.
I study the black band closely. It’s part of me, my skin.
What am I supposed to do with it? Will it be a gift or a curse? So many questions and yet again, no answers.
I need to find my father.
Will this help me find him? Fuck knows. I’ve never needed a vision so badly until now. I need some help. I feel like I’m roaming the world of the unknown and unless some one or some thing tells me what to do, I’m lost.
I turn to my side and watch Clarence sleep. He looks so peaceful but inside I know he’s hurting. We lost our baby. I lost our baby.
I couldn’t save her. I wasn’t strong enough. I hate myself. The anger builds inside me. I will fucking kill them all.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply. I hope Othneil gets here soon, I have no idea how to find my father.
Abriya?” I hear a man call my name, it sounds like… Dad?”
I can hear you, where are you?” Oh my God, it's him, his voice sounds so familiar somehow.
Alaska, Othnei-”
Dad?” I call to him but there is no reply. Panic sets in. He's still alive thank God but I just need to find him, and fast. A million thoughts rush through my mind.
Clarence stirs and whimpers softly; inhaling deeply before settling again. His eyes flicker and I listen in to his thoughts. His mind is always thinking, even when he’s asleep. He relishes the moment Kimberly is eaten and replays the moment the wares submitted to me.
So much pressure. Such a burden to carry. I wish my Nana was here. She would know what to do.
Our Queen, my Queen...” Clarence sounds tormented and it pulls at my conscience. I should go alone, I couldn't save our daughter, what makes me think I can save Clarence? These wares are too strong and although Clarence would be okay, the others wouldn't.
Unless… I used the ring to find out who is loyal and then feed them my blood? But how would I do it without them knowing? And then I have to think about the amount of time it takes them to rebuild after drinking it. It took Clarence ages but he had also been very badly injured so I don’t think it was just my blood alone.
Flashbacks of that night replay in my memory. I shudder. So much to think about but so little time. Clarence being in my mind as well, is a problem.
The world awakens outside my window and I hear the gentle wind. I love this place, so many amazing memories were made at this cabin, especially with Clarence. Seeing him for the first time in years and feeling so nervous around him. Seeing his body in the shower and the way he made me feel like I was the most beautiful girl in the world. There were some scary memories made here, too. The first time I changed, the pain, God, it was bone shattering, literally. But the way Clarence looked after me when I was coming to terms with everything that was happening, and with losing Nana, he couldn’t have done more. He came at just the time I needed him most and I can’t even begin to explain how much he means to me.
I glance at the clock, 6:46am and I've hardly slept at all. I hear voices, the house stirs, they know we're here. What will we tell them? Do we tell them anything at all?
A strong arm wraps itself around me. I close my eyes and as I breathe in his scent, a soft moan escapes my lips.
Do you have any idea how much I love you,” he whispers softly.
Despite my pain, I smile. I love this man, so much, it hurts.
'I know you do.'
'We need to find my father,' I tell him. 'My father spoke to me, he said he was in Alaska before he went silent.'
Shit, he spoke to you?'
I turn to face him and place my hand on his chest. 'Yeah, it was really strange.'
He kisses my forehead and runs his hand over my body. “It's our number one priority.”
'Those wares were too strong, their strength must have come from my dad. I’m worried about him. God knows how many wares he’s fed my father’s blood to.'
We will find him. Come, let’s get up so we can talk to the others.” 'Do you want to tell them about the baby?'
'No, do you?'
'No. It hurts to even mention her,' he tells me painfully.
I nod in agreement, feeling a stab to my heart. I nuzzle my face in to his warm chest and then we hold each other tightly, for I don’t know how long.
Abriya, girl, I’ve missed you,” gushes Ashley, hugging me tightly in the living room.
I hug her back warmly. “I’ve missed you, too.” It’s good to be around family. I scan the room over her shoulder. Seren, catches my gaze before quickly looking away. I can't wait to find out what that girl is thinking. I plan to catch her today so I can finally find out what her problem is.
Clarence hugs his brothers and I sense strongly that they're happy we're all together again. I know they love being with Clarence and sometimes I wonder if they resent me for taking him away from them.
'They don't feel like that at all. If you had of seen me without you… Believe me, they are happy you are here.'
As Ashley releases me, something in my gut suddenly feels off and I know Clarence feels it too because he looks at me, bewildered.
So how was the reunion?” asks Demetrius.
Clarence almost turns in anger before managing to tell them that Kimberly is dead. “We lost... a lot... of men but the wares willingly submitted to Abriya and recognised her as Alpha. They ate Kimberly as a sign of their loyalty and many have scattered to spread the word.
Jesus Christ!” gasps Marquis, clearly horrified. “Why didn’t you call us?”
I turn to face him and catch a glimpse of the James' family portrait hanging on the wall above him. “We were ambushed,” I answer harshly, having flashbacks of the fight. “None of you would have made it in time. We killed Ezra, though.”
Abriya, killed Ezra,” Clarence corrects me. 'He fucking paid for what he did, my baby fucked him up.'
Those mother fuckers!” Demetrius says loudly.
So, what’s the plan now?” AshIey asks.
I smile, comforted by my friends concern.
To find Victorio. The wares that attacked us were strong, unusually strong.” Clarence looks at his brothers and there is a silent passing of words.
'I' dunno who knows about anything in this room,' Clarence says.
'Me too, my mission today is to find out who is with us and who has other motives.'
'Good idea.'
So they have him. Without a doubt,” Demetrius says angrily.
Clarence answers his brother as the feeling in my stomach returns. I feel pulled towards the back door of the cabin. The others talk amongst themselves while I walk outside. The more I walk, the more I feel pulled. Something has changed, it's as if I’m being led by something. It feels right to follow the pull...
What is that?” Clarence asks.
Do you feel it, too?”
Not really, I think I’m just feeling it through you.”
'I think it might be my father.' I look towards the woods, my geography is shit. 'Which direction is Alaska from here?'
'It is that way.'
'Do you think the ring has something to do with it?'
'I don't know.' I shrug my shoulders and sigh. I look through the trees and into the woods. I don't know much about anything any more.
'We should follow it, we should go.'
I block Clarence out, just as I hear the others approaching.
Why are you doing that?” he whispers questioningly.
We’re… umm... gonna make breakfast and then we need to make plans for finding your Dad,” Ashley says nervously as she reaches us. I can tell she's worried she's interrupting.
Yeah, that’s fine.” I glance at Clarence before heading back in to the house. I think about the love all these people have for me. I can't let them get hurt for me, this is my fight, it's me Samson wants. I need to convince everyone to let me leave, alone. I need a few days head start. That should give me enough time to find my father. Then hopefully, by the time they find us, I would have dealt with Samson. I'm trying to imagine what it will be like to eat another human being...
Abriya?” Clarence whispers harshly before grabbing my hand, “why are you blocking me out? What are you thinking about that you don’t want me to know?”
Don’t lie to me.” His expression is tense and his eyes, a dark gold. My stomach clenches. He’s angry, even though I’m not connected to him to feel it, I know.
I look down at the floor. I can't lie to him, what do I say? “Clarence, I-”
Abriya, please, don’t do what I think you’re gonna do,” he pleads.
His words cut deep. “I’m not planning anything,” I whisper back. “We’ll talk later, okay? Too many people are around.”
Let me in then,” he demands.
I sigh heavily, I wish he'd leave it.
Okay,” he says, releasing my hand. He kisses me on the forehead and starts walking towards the kitchen.
I stand in the hallway and watch him walk away. I look at my hand. So, it’s that easy?
I get to the bedroom and sit on the bed. I need a plan and I think I may have come up with the perfect one. I just need Othneil to get here and then I can start putting it all into motion.

Thursday, 16 February 2017


So... as I said previously, you will be hearing from me more often. I'm working on a few things at the moment so I will tell you a bit about them.

I'm currently writing the fifth and final book in The Abriya & Clarence series. You will be able to read Anarchy book 2 by the end of the month... preorders are imminent.

I have recently written a one-off, Erotic Romance novel called Just an Escort, which should be out by late spring. This will be available on Kindle exclusively for the first three months. This story has been influenced by some of my friends who are in the naughty industry so be prepared for some pretty explicit sex and language in this one.

I am also writing a Contemporary Romance about a female tattooist and a London bad boy. Ahhh, I've been wanting to write this story for so long.

In addition, I have managed to feed and water my husband and my kids and also stayed up to date (barely) with this year's uni work so I think I'm doing okay. I just wish there were more hours in the day to write.

But then, who needs sleep, right?

Take lots of care,

Leesha xx

Friday, 10 February 2017

Near But Yet So Far (The Exhale Series)

Release date 17th February 2017 - Pre-Order links below.

Contemporary Erotic Romance (Chapters 1 to 3)

One: Miah

I WAKE sweaty and frustrated. Panting hard, I reach under my pillow for my vibrator and make quick work of making myself come.
Fuck!” I cry as I explode around my toy, jerking against my bed. I need cock in my life but this will just have to do. The last guy I was with was a… I swallow hard, it’s not worth thinking about. I will have to settle for rubber or plastic or whatever this thing is made of, for now.
I sigh heavily and clench my eyes shut; these dreams about my neighbour are becoming more and more intense. I just can't get him out of my damned mind. 
Shaking my head, I quickly snap out of another day dream before getting out of bed. Pulling on a robe, I make my way to the en-suite. I need to get my ass moving or I’ll be late for my meeting with Karen.
I’ve liked a certain guy for a while now. I don’t know his name, and I don’t know what he does for a living. What I do know, though, is that whenever I see him - I can’t help but think about all the unspeakable things I could do to him, with him. I think about what his type is, praying it's someone like me. Short, thick, long brown, wavy hair and an olive complexion. I expect I’d know what his type was if I could just find the bloody courage to approach him.
I’ve lived on his street in the West End for two years now, but we’ve never once spoken to each other. I don’t think he’s even noticed me. We live in a street full of old, three-storey town houses. I know he leaves his house usually around seven in the morning, always dressed in a black suit. His short hair immaculately styled with gel or whatever product he uses, and his shoes glimmer from the price tag. He’s got money, everyone who lives around here has. He drives an Audi R8, sometimes a Jag and occasionally I see a Limousine picking him up. I rarely see him with a woman but when I do, they are just as gorgeous as he is.
Lucky them.
I’d say he’s about five eleven, a medium build and fit like an athlete; his body is built like a God. He runs in the evenings, late, around ten o’clock. He doesn’t get home until about eight most nights. I know what you’re thinking; that I’m a stalker but it’s not like that, I swear. He’s just so stunningly good-looking; gorgeous and his tanned skin makes you want to bite him just to find out what he tastes like. Or maybe that’s just me.

I love living in the West End. My Mum and Dad are both solicitors, though they don’t really practice any more. They ran a very successful Law firm in central London and then opened branches in all the other major cities for years until they decided to move to the Caribbean three years ago. They helped me set up a beauty salon before they left and bought me this house. I still had to work hard for it mind. I went to college, got a job, studied business at university and then decided I wanted to have my own business. I don’t like people telling me what to do. I’m extremely independent and consider myself allergic to people in authority.
I love my salon. I treat my staff well and in return they work hard for me. I worked at six different jobs during my school years and if there’s one thing I learned, it was that if you treat your staff well, you’ll get ten times more out of them. My parents knew that too, and they always used to tell me, 'Don’t be a bitch just because you come from money. No one likes a snob.'
Now I’m twenty-seven and running my own business, I understand. Just because I have money, doesn’t make me better than anyone, and it sure as hell doesn’t mean I can treat people however I want. I know a lot of people who think they can and I feel sorry for them. Why are people so mean to each other? In what ‘guide to life’ is that written in? Not mine, that’s for damned sure.

I sigh with impatience whist standing in the queue in my local coffee shop. The fresh scent of coffee fills my senses as I watch the steam from the equipment behind the counter fill the air. I rushed to get here and in return skipped my morning coffee. Anyone who knows me knows how important morning coffee is to me. I idly wonder if the heated dreams about my neighbour are the reason for my tiredness lately. Last nights dream was particularly hot.
Shaking my explicit thoughts away, I turn to face Karen, my salon manager to tell her about my new business idea. Talking about my business always gets my full attention and I’m grateful because I need to get that man out of my head. “So I think we should consider setting up a partnership with a fitness centre. Our customers are always asking what the best gym is, and while we can do all treatments, it would be good to be able to tell them where to go for the best workout facilities.”
I agree, babe, it could work well for both parties,” she replies enthusiastically.
Karen’s been with me since I set the business up four years ago and not only is she my employee, she’s my best friend.
That’s what I’m thinking. If we can set up a system that alerts the gym that we’ve recommended them, they can give us a percentage of the membership fees.”
Finally,” I mumble as I reach the counter. “Two skinny Latte’s, please.”
We wait for our drinks and then make our way over to a plum leather sofa at the back of the coffee shop. We meet here every Friday morning before work to discuss the business. We also talk about everything else in-between.
So do you have any fitness centres in mind?” Karen asks, flicking her long red hair off her shoulder and relaxing into the corner of the sofa, crossing her legs.
Nah, I’m going to check out the top five in the area next week. I’ll arrange to meet the owner of whichever I like best. I’m not going to recommend something I don’t like myself,” I say, blowing the smoke from my latte and taking a sip.
Oooh, so you’re going to be a mystery shopper for the week, huh?”
Uh-huh,” I nod, “I’ll visit them in the mornings, so don’t expect me in until after lunch.”
No problem. I don’t know why you even bother to come in most days. It’s not like you need to.”
I know, but you know I like to be involved as much as possible.” I can never understand why people have businesses but aren't involved in them. I like to know everything.
She smiles softly and nods knowingly. Karen is beautiful. Pale flawless skin, big blue eyes and long red hair. She’s tall and slender, looks like a supermodel, always has her hair and nails done and is the perfect representative for ‘Peaches’, my salon. It’s been in the top five rated beauty salons in London for the past two years. She knows I accept nothing but perfection and that's why we get on so well.
So how did your date go Saturday night?” I ask her a while later, looking around the coffee shop and noticing how busy it's getting.
Bloody awful. We went to Sushi Palace and he kept spitting out everything he didn’t like, which was basically everything he tried. He was such a baby. I couldn’t get away from him fast enough. He’s called a few times since but I haven’t answered. I’m surprised he expects me to after that.” She cringes and then shudders. “Shame because I really liked him but I need a real man, you-know? What the hell is wrong with men these days?”
Yeah, I know what you mean,” I answer dreamily, wondering what the guy from across the street is really like. I hope he’s manly.
Why don’t you just ask him out? I know people who could do some research on him. Even find out his bank balance?”
I chuckle. “Are my thoughts that obvious?”
When you’re thinking about him? Yeah.” She nods. “You’re a beautiful girl, Miah, you must know that from the amount of guys falling at your feet.”
I wouldn’t say men are falling at my feet,” I scoff. I’ve only dated a little bit – and the last guy I dated... I’m not sure if there’s something wrong with me or I’m just not looking in the right places. I do get asked out regularly but I can’t be bothered. Give me a bowl of ice cream and a hot, steamy book any night.
They do, even that guy that came on to you yesterday outside the shop, he was gorgeous,” she gushes sarcastically.
I flinch at the memory of the guy with the unwashed hair and smelly clothes outside peaches yesterday. “Shut up, he was disgusting!” I scorn her, slapping her knee.“And I’ve almost approached my neighbour plenty of times actually but then I see him with a woman
Excuses, excuses,” she sighs.
It’s not, honestly.”
Then let’s make a bet.”
Oh no, Karen loves bets… “What kind of bet?” I ask warily.
By the end of the month you must have at least spoken to him.” She raises her eyebrows and takes a sip of her Latte.
Uhh, I’m not…”
I dare you.”
I stare at her blankly for a few moments as her dare fully sinks in. I never say no to a dare but that’s our secret. Now, she’s using it against me.
It’s for your own good,” she adds, reading my expression well. “Just a hello will do. I don’t want you to find out his life story. Come on, Miah, two years you’ve liked him. Life is too short not to take chances.”
I take chances all the time,” I say defensively.
Not with your love life you don’t,” she answers back, just as firmly. “I know that last guy was an ass hole but every guy isn't him.”
I know that.”
Well, then. Look, if you don’t do it, then I want a raise.”
I just gave you one!” I admonish her.
So talk to him then,” she says as if it's that simple.
I narrow my eyes at her and sigh. “Okay. I’ll talk to him, okay?”
Good, twenty-one days left,” she smirks.
Yeah, twenty-one days to make a complete idiot of myself.


MONDAY MORNING comes around quickly, in fact, since Karen dared me the time seems to be flying by... I down an espresso in one go, grab my keys off the breakfast bar and make my way outside to the car. It’s raining heavily so I run from the front door to my Aston Martin One-77, unlocking it mid-run. I’ve only had her a few months but she’s my baby. She’s a bit noisy, the exhaust roars but no one round here seems to mind. Everyone drives flashy cars on Wyndham Street; this is the west end after all.
I listen to Emeli Sande’s album on the way to the first fitness centre on my list. It’s only a short drive but the traffic at nine in the morning makes the journey take ages.
As soon as I walk in I hate it. I drag my way around the dull and dreary gym, and by the time I’ve left, I know there's no way I’ll be recommending it. The customer service for one isn’t up to my standards, and the atmosphere just isn’t as welcoming as I would like for my customers. Call me picky but I haven’t made my business as successful as it is by not striving for perfection at every step.

So how did the first mystery shop go?” Karen asks as I walk into her office situated at the back of the salon.
No way.” I grimace, shaking my head and joining her at her desk.
That bad, huh?”
It was dull and uncoordinated and it didn’t feel right. The assistants weren’t up to scratch either. Rude.”
Oh, I can’t say I’ve ever been to that one. Why don’t you try the one on Oxford Street tomorrow? I’ve heard great things about that one,” she encourages me enthusiastically.
Okay, I’ll check it out. How’s everything here?”
Fine, Carla called in sick but the temp I got in has been fantastic. The customers seem to like her and she pulls her weight. I had a chat with her this morning and told her what I expect from her. She was really excited to be temping here, said she’s applied for a job every time we’ve posted an opening but we’ve never got back to her.”
Yeah, her name’s Shanice, she qualified five years ago. She looks after herself and she’s genuinely friendly. She’s good at her job, too, Miah, I mean really good,” she says as if surprised.
Well if she’s that good we can give her a trial for a few weeks. Carla’s absences are becoming more and more frequent, it’ll be good for her to know that she will be replaced if she keeps it up.”
Good idea,” she agrees, “I’ll talk to Shanice at the end of her shift.”
Okay, great. Keep me updated. On another note, the new Soprano Laser will be here in the morning, do you want to try it out after work tomorrow?”
Oh, hell yeah, I need some work done on my bikini area if you could help me out with that?”
Yeah, fine, just make sure you remember to shave this time. I’m not doing that again,” I scorn her and we both laugh.
I will, promise.”

The Laser came and Karen loved it when I tested it on her, hardly hurt apparently so I let her do my entire bikini area, and I had to agree with her – it was brilliant, and well worth the money. The hair takes on average ten days to fall out so there are no results now but the pain level compared to my existing machine is exceptional. I hope the hair loss results are as good. Laser hair removal is one of the treatments that I indulge in myself every so often. I like to stick to the more permanent hair treatments.

The next two fitness centres I check out are, okay. The one Karen suggested is definitely winning so far. Although I still don’t feel that it’s right for us. I’m hoping to find a gem in the last two I visit.
As soon as I walk into Carson’s Gym & Fitness on Thursday morning, I love it. I’m welcomed by a perfectly groomed female assistant who doesn't have one strand of her straight, blonde, glossy hair out of place. As I work my way around the centre I notice that all of the assistants are as equally perfect in their appearances. The high standards of their employer certainly has to be admired. It makes such a good impression. I briefly wonder if they already have some sort of set up with another beautician. I very much hope not.
Maybe I could sweeten the deal by offering the staff here discounts on treatments if they use Peaches instead? I don’t know how much the staff here get paid but it probably won’t be enough to afford to use my salon without a discount. It may work in my favour because the word-of-mouth potential from here could be huge.
With a collection of ideas circling in my mind, I inspect the rest of the premises. The décor throughout is fresh, clean and contemporary, but without being clinical. That’s another tick in the box. I feel comfortable here. It has all the latest gym equipment, top of the range, and it shows in the membership prices. They start from fifty pounds a month increasing to ninety-five, depending on the package you choose. In my opinion it’s worth it, especially for the area we’re in. My clients are all very wealthy so that won’t be a problem from my end.
After indulging in a swim, sauna and steam session, I decide to hunt down the owner or manager. I find the assistant manager who informs me that the owner only comes in one day a week and it’s not today. Typical. I leave my business card and a brief explanation of what I want to discuss with him and by the assistant manager’s reaction, I can tell she likes the idea. I just hope the owner does, too because I’m not even going to look at the last gym I had on my list, I want this one. Feeling a surge of disappointment at not pitching my idea today, I leave the gym and head for Peaches.
It’s just what we want,” I gush to Karen, relaxing at her desk, “all the things I was looking for, friendly staff that are well groomed, all the latest high-tech equipment and it’s tastefully decorated. I couldn’t find one thing that I didn’t like. I just hope to God the owner wants to get on board.”
I’m sure they will, if not then you’ll just have to use your talent of persuasion.”
Yeah, well, I left my card with the assistant manager and she seemed to like the idea so let’s just hope that the owner contacts me soon. I really want to make this work.”
Karen nods her agreement and focuses her attention back on the screen of her laptop.
What's up?” I ask, sensing some thing’s off.
Carla called in sick again this morning, I think we need to let her go. She’s well aware of the terms of her contract, she has an obligation to her clients that she isn’t fulfilling.
Again? Look, Karen, I trust you, do what you have to do. Is Shanice still impressing you?”
Very much so. She starts her two week trial period on Monday.”
Okay, good. Do you want me to fire Carla?”
No, I’m fine doing it. No point you having a salon manager if you still have to get your hands dirty, hey?”
True. Let me know how it goes. I’m going home to a tub of ice cream and my new book.” I pick up my bag and check my appearance in the mirror. My natural, full lips look on the dry side so I touch up my lip gloss and reapply some eye shadow to my big, brown eyes.
You got any news on your neighbour yet?” Karen asks, looking up from her laptop. “You don’t have that long left. I’m looking forward to my pay rise.” She claps her hands.
You ain't getting another bloody pay rise. I’m on it, okay?” I shoot her a dirty look. Cheeky cow!
Okay, boss,” she laughs. “See you tomorrow.”
Later, Karen.” I roll my eyes, smiling my goodbye.


DROPPING MY keys and bag on the kitchen side, I race to my ringing home phone.
Hello?” I answer breathlessly.
Miah, sweetheart?”
Hey, Mum, How are you and Dad?” I ask, relived that I haven't missed their call. I pull out a stool from the marble and glass island and sit down.
My Mother, Susan and my Dad, Oliver, are the rocks in my life. I don’t know what I’d do without them. They’ve supported me through everything and although they were both wildly driven they never once put their businesses or successes before me. Every school play and every dance competition I competed in as a child, they were there. Hardly any of my friends parents gave their time to them like my parents did. Sure, they had money and never wanted for anything but as a kid you want your parents time more than anything else and they gave me that at whatever cost. They love each other deeply and I thank God that they are still together and most of all, happy.
We’re good, baby girl, we’re coming to London next week. Are you free for a visit?”
Of course Mum, I’m always free for you two. Why are you coming? Is something wrong?”
No, nothing’s wrong. We have a charity dinner to attend and your Father is meeting some associates. Your Father would like you to attend the dinner with us and I thought we could have a girly day?” I can hear the hope in her voice. My Mother loves to socialise, she always has. I remember as a little girl being dressed up to attend functions and then being taken home early while her and my Father would party until the early hours, coming in and checking on me when they returned home. I still enjoy those social events with them, but now I get to decide what time I go home. Charity dinners are fun, lots of hot men in suits to look at and I also like to give money to charity. I’m blessed that I’m successful, I never forget that.
No problem, Mum. Tell Dad I’d love to go.”
Oh, lovely, I’ll tell him. He will be pleased, you know how much he misses you, baby girl. Are you okay? Do you need anything?”
No, Mum, I’m good. Make sure you bring me some Wray and Nephew though, please.” My favourite Rum.
I’ve already picked you up a couple of bottles. I’ll call when we’re in London. Love you.”
Love you too, Mum.”
I check my mobile and after replying to a few work emails I settle down in my bedroom with a bowl of ice cream and my Kindle. My bedroom is my favourite room in the house. It’s decorated in creams and beige. My bed is a queen sized sleigh bed that has a TV fitted into the foot of it that slides up when you push a button on the remote. The wall opposite the bed has fitted mirrored floor to ceiling wardrobes against it and there is a single oak bedside table next to my side of the bed. My lights are clap controlled and there is under floor heating under the oak flooring throughout.
My house has five bedrooms, all en suite which are divided over the top two floors with my bedroom being on the second floor. I have a housekeeper that comes in three days a week to help me do the cleaning, washing and a few other things. I like to keep independent but my house is too big for me to maintain myself, especially while running my business.
After finishing my ice cream, it isn’t long before I hear the familiar sound of a R8’ pulling up outside. I creep out of bed and discreetly move to the window, Mister Suit is walking up to his house. My heart races. I don’t know how I’m going to manage to talk to that man. The thought of saying hello to him gives me heart palpitations. I don't know what it is about him that makes me so nervous. I don’t have long left though and there is no way I’m paying Karen even more money. Not that she isn’t worth it.

I kiss his neck and he tastes like sweet honey. Slowly, I flick my tongue down his hard chest and abs, heading for his boxers. He arches his back and lets out a soft moan. The sound makes my insides clench tightly. I'm so wet already and he hasn't even touched me yet. I grab the waistband of his black boxers and he raises his hips to let me pull them down. I gasp when he springs free.
Do you like what you see?”
Yes,” I whisper.
You want to touch it, don’t you?”
He takes my hand and guides it to his stiff length. I curl my fingers around him firmly and watch his facial expressions change. He closes his eyes and parts his lips, groaning every so often when I hit a spot he likes. I lean down and taste him. Oh, he tastes good. As I work him, his moans become louder until he asks me to ride him.
I slide slowly down on to him and let out a moan of my own. He grasps my hips and pulls me down so I get the whole length of him. I feel a twinge of pain deep inside that makes my walls quiver. I find a rhythm and rock back and forth, slowly then quicker until I reach my point of no return.

I moan as I wake. Did I just come in my sleep?
I look beside me at the clock. It reads three- fifty- five am. I close my eyes and sigh heavily, Get a grip, Miah, you're becoming obsessed! I shake my head and angrily bury my head in my pillow. This has to stop.

Friday morning, I wake to the soothing sound of Soul playing from my alarmed sound system. I decide right here and now as I stare at the ceiling through sleepy eyes that I will try talking to my neighbour this weekend. I need to come up with a reason to approach him, though, that’s the hardest part. I don’t know anything that we might have in common, I’m not a runner, I’m a dancer. The best thing I can think of is to make up some story about robberies in the area. Yeah, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
I decide to work from home today as Karen can’t make our usual Friday meet up at the coffee shop. She calls to let me know that she’s sacked Carla and that it went better than she expected. They decided to mutually end her contract due to Carla having some personal problems she needs to deal with. Maybe, once all is sorted I might consider letting her have her job back—if I have a position open for her. She was a good employee and her clients liked her, she has just become unreliable.
It’s just before eleven am when my phone rings. It’s a private number. I frown.
Miah Campbell.”
Good morning, this is Nathan Carson,” replies a husky, seductive voice. My breath catches at the unexpected sound. Who’s Nathan Carson? “The owner of Carson’s Gym and Fitness?” he adds, a little exasperated if I’m not mistaken.
Shit, why did I not do my research? “Yes, of course, sorry,” I manage. His voice is like a caress. “I’m glad you called.”
My assistant manager told me that you have a business proposition you’d like to discuss? Are you free tomorrow afternoon? If not, it will have to wait a fortnight as I’ll be out of the country.”
One moment, please.” Tomorrow, Saturday? Am I free? I glance at my diary, nothings pencilled in and I want to get this set up as soon as possible. “What time?”
Yes, that’s fine. Wher-.”
If you come to the Gym we can use one of my conference rooms.”
Fine,” I answer assertively, not appreciating being cut off.
Good. See you then.” He hangs up.
Rude comes to mind but that’s okay, I presume he’s a busy man. He should run a sex hotline though with that voice, it reminds me of that Trey Songz tune, Panty Dropper. Shame he’s probably not single, with a voice like that he’s probably got groupies following him around. Either that or he’s definitely not hot, maybe that would be better. I’ll be able to discuss business easier with someone who I don’t think is good looking.

To: Karen Mills
Subject: Proposing business partnership tomorrow!
Hey Hun, got a meeting with the owner of Carson’s Gym and Fitness tomorrow at 12pm. Will let you know how it goes. Wish me luck – the man’s voice sounded like hot, steaming sex!
Miah Campbell
Managing Director
Peaches Salon

From: Karen Mills
Subject: Good Luck! :-)
You’ll be fine, babe, I’ll be waiting for your call. Manic here, fully booked. Don’t worry, I have everything under control. DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT COMING IN.
See you Monday.
Karen xx
Salon Manager
Peaches Salon

I’m itching to go into work and help her but I need to prove to Karen that I trust her. Maybe I should set up another salon, I’ve been thinking about it for a few months now. I think it’s time to check out premises in Birmingham, I would love to open a salon there.
For the rest of the day I look online at commercial properties in Birmingham and make some appointments to view next week. Maybe I'll take Karen with me to the most promising ones. The hardest part will be getting a dedicated team together. Finding passionate staff is like finding needles in a haystack. It takes forever but in the end it’s worth it.
After preparing myself mentally for my business meeting tomorrow, I relax with a glass of wine and put on some music. I dance for a while and let myself unwind. Music and dancing is so therapeutic to me, no matter what mood I’m in, music can make it better. I think that's why I went out partying a lot when I was younger. It wasn't the drink I partied for, it was the release....

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