Tymber Dalton
Lesli Richardson is the writer behind the curtain of her better-known and more prolific USA Today Bestselling Author pen name, Tymber Dalton (her "wild child" side). She lives in the Tampa Bay region of Florida with her spouse and too many pets of various species. When she's not playing D&D with her friends or shooting skeet, she's a part-time Viking shield-maiden in training, among other pursuits. The two-time EPIC award winner is also the author of over two hundred and fifty books and counting.
She lives in her own little world, but it's okay, because they all know her there.
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“I'm not a leather kind of Dom when it comes to practicality. He Smiled " I'm much more a demin kind of Dom." Shayla arched her brow at him. " A demin Dom huh?" he nodded . " Better then a sweating-my-ass-off Dom.”
“Some women need shoes. She needs whips.”
“Having survived something like that, it shows a person they can take more than they thought. It tempers the soul, and if it doesn't destroy you, it can make you stronger.Sometimes the old cliches weren't just bullshit.”
“Leah moaned. Not in pain, but in a "oooh, someone's getting fucked soon and I hope it's me" way.”
“He'd spent much of his life wishing he was Kaden, had Kaden's life and family and money... and yes, his girl. And now, at this most critical of times, he desperately wished he could take Kaden's place.So Kaden could live.”
“She leaned forward. He thought she might kiss him, but she simply touched her forehead to his. "You have a very nice cock, Sir.""Don't harsh the mellow, girl.”
“I love you," he whispered, kissing her. She smiled. "I love you, too."He was suddenly aware of Kaden lying right there. He looked at his friend. Kaden smiled. "Still not doing you.”
“How long have you been in love with me?" he whispered."Always.”
“She's getting pushy and borderline bratty. We need to have a talk with her about that.""Huh?""That's almost topping from the bottom."Seth closed his eyes and quietly swore. "I have no idea what the fuck you just said.”
“Can't I just shoot you in the ass with paintball pellets? Those fuckers hurt. I'm an expert marksman with firearms. I could turn your ass red, green, blue, whatever the fuck color you want.”
“Scary isn't even in the same fucking universe as what I'm feeling right now, dude." Ball-crawling heebie-jeebies might come close.”
“Scary isn't een in the same fucking universe as what I'm feeling right now, dude." Ball-crawling heebie-jeebies might come close.”
“In a fit of Christmas spirit, Kaden had equipped her with a red and green holiday collar, complete with several jingle bells.Their own little pornographic elf.”
“You have no right to run me out of here!""Yes, I do, because it's my house. I live here now."He could have dropped his pants and taken a shit on the coffee table and it wouldn't have shocked her as much as that revelation."What?”
“I’m going to miss him like hell when he’s gone,” she eventually continued. “It’s going to rip half my soul out. If you weren’t here for me, I would fucking give up and die the minute he quit breathing.”
“Basic Carpentry in the afternoon, and Sadomasochism 101 in the evening.”
“This isn’t exactly a conversation two guys have over coffee. ‘Hey, dude, how well does your wife shave your balls?”
“Don't harsh the mellow.”
“I'm still not doing you”
“A Third's okay for a fuck, but not for a family. This isn't goddamned Big Love, Florida Fag Edition.”