Sans Soucis House
Genre: Lesbian Romance
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Cover art by Valerie Tibbs
If life is a game, Olivia Lyons wishes someone would let her in on the rules. From picking the wrong sweetheart to telling the wrong secrets, she just can’t seem to win. But then she falls in love, and her world seems brighter. However, when her romance is discovered, her father sends Olivia to live with her mother in New Orleans.
Broken hearted, Olivia starts her life over, working for Claude DeCloux, who owns a jazz club. There, she meets the infamous Lily LaRue, Queen of Burlesque and learns more about herself and the world she lives in than she believes possible. Lilly, however, is very possessive, tangling Olivia in a web of exhibition and money that seems impossible to escape. Can she break free and find her way back to the only woman who’s ever truly owned her heart?
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I didn’t set out to deliberately ruin my life. I don’t guess anyone does, and then when the walls come crashing down, it’s just so . . . surprising. One day you wake up and nothing looks the same anymore and the next, people are asking you why you’re destroying their lives. I don’t know. I woke up on one of those desperately close mornings in July when the air feels like a blanket and nothing was the same any more. I didn’t even like my coffee the same way anymore. It might have been meeting Daisy Bledsoe. Or it could have been a virus, God only knows. All I can tell you is that on that morning, everything changed.
She wasn’t the prettiest girl I ever saw. She was tall and weathered and snaggle-toothed, but when she smiled her face lit up and you couldn’t resist smiling too. She certainly wasn’t the smartest girl I ever met, either. There were times I wanted to pull my hair out over the things she did. But on that July morning, she mesmerized me, and before I knew it I was making decisions that snowballed into a freight train that could have ruined my life. Strange but true, I think I’d do it all over again.
I must have been about twenty when Pa sent me to Tom Harmon’s place to see if he had a fuel pump for our old tractor. I had never been out to Harmon’s before and missed my turn. I came down a road that just kept getting narrower until I had no choice but to go forward. I found myself on a grass track that petered out among dead machines and rusting farm implements in front of her house. I finally found a place where I could turn around, but that was when I met Daisy.
It was hot and I had the windows down. I came round a bend and a big black dog decided I didn’t belong there. He jumped up at the window of Pa’s truck raising hell. All I could do is hit the brakes and lean away.
“Max!” I heard a voice like a sack of gravel shout, “Come heah.” Max shut up and left the side of my truck, making me happy. One look at her, and I knew I was lost.
“Can I help you?”
“I believe you already have.”
About the Author
Siobhan Shannon lives in Texas with her husband and a very well behaved dog. She writes, makes lace, dances, sings and plays fiddle every chance she gets. She loves everything about having grown-up children and hopes to live at the seashore one day. She frequently misses appointments because she is writing and fails to heed the time. She has written Dressing Lily and two speculative fiction novels. You can contact her at email@example.com
*leather wearing dominatrix sneaks into room* “Shh, don’t tell my slave I’m here.” *looks around, the smiles* “I bet you’re wondering who I am? Well, Livvy’s my name, and driving Dakota insane is my game. Which I’m pretty damned good at if you haven’t figured out yet.”
*leans against the wall* “If you’ve been following for this past week, you’ll know the gist of my visit today to the lovely V.S. Morgan’s blog. I need to leave these…” *holds up a carton of eggs* “for slave to find. What…you thought I really wanted to keep them? Not! I just want to make her chase after me. The last thing I need is a carton of crappy eggs…”
*smirks* “Not that I expect her to be happy when she opens it. Cause I might have just used a marker to write all the names of her doms from of Napa on them. Let’s see her break Ethan or Davis to make that damned pumpkin pie.”
*evil grin* “But that’s my job – to get her blood pumping. Hot sexy scenes or pure unadulterated anger….either works for me.”
*glances around room* “I’ll leave them just here…” *lays them on a convenient table* “Now, I think I’ll get out of here before Dakota shows up…but first…” *snaps fingers* “I probably should give you all that crap about her giveaway.”
*fingers stolen flogger, then sighs* “Okay here’s the scoop. Dakota is bribing you guys, to retrieve those things…” *nods towards carton* “…with stuff. Something about signed print copies of the Napa series, this flogger…” *clutches said flogger* “….which isn’t gonna happen. It’s mine! And some swag, bookmarks, tins and such.” *rolls eyes* “All you have to do is enter the items you found in that rafflecopter thingy below.”
*sound of approaching footsteps*
“Okay, I really got to go, but slave will be drawing a winner from the entries on the 19th and posting it on her author facebook page. And she also put Alyce’s book on sale up until it’s release on the 18th. Guess she discounted it to $2.99 - which I told her was crazy. That book is at least worth five bucks. But she never listens to me anymore. Anyway, if you want to take advantage of her…I mean the deal click here.”
*door creaks open*
“Okay I’m out of here. Later.” *disappears*
*Dakota walks into room* Damnit, she did it again, didn’t she? *glances around for the now absent muse* Well, at least she left me the item. *reaches for carton and sees note on top* Should’ve made my fudge – it doesn’t require mass murder… What the… *opens carton*
I have no words….oh, yes, I do…but not suitable for polite company! I’m gonna….well, lets just say what I’m going to do to that damned muse of mine is not for public consumption, but I foresee a trip to Lucian’s tavern in her future!” *takes deep breath, then another….* I’d like to apologize to V.S. for my muse’s antics….” *hands V.S. a batch of freshly baked cookies* “…and thank her for allowing me to visit today. Livvy and I will be at the steamy Pauline Allan’s blog….if I haven’t bound, gagged and delivered her to Lucian… *stomps out of room*
V.S. Morgan has lived all over the US but calls Minnesota her home now. Her family includes her hubby, son, and a menagerie of pets.