Author: authorgillianjones

I'm a wife, mother, and a crazy Canadian, living in Ontario with the loves of my life-my amazing hubby and sweetest little boy. I'm Admittedly addicted to...my friends, red wine, and laughter. A lover of alpha males, hot sex, all coupled with the perfect side of angst topped off with the epic happily ever after.

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Tainted by Love

Coming Feb 13th, 2017

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My name is Hendrix Hills.

When I was twenty-nine, I fell in love with a girl.

We loved fast. We loved hard.

But our love was tainted.
My name is Trinity Adams.

When I was twenty-seven, I fell in love with a boy.

We loved fast. We loved hard.

It’s too bad my blood is tainted.
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Call Me by Gillian Jones

Coming September 19th, 2016

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Some know me as Chanel69. 

But to my friends and family, I’m simply Ellie Hughes. 

A university student who’s in desperate need of money. A lot of money, and fast.

I’m about to start a new job.

Three nights a week, I’ll be the star of your late night fantasies, bringing your fetishes and fucked up scenarios to life. 

You’ll listen to my voice while you get off on your dirtiest desires.

Truth be told…this job makes me nervous. Regardless of the money, I don’t know if I can do it.

But when he calls, I feel an instant connection. 

Over time, he becomes my regular, my friend, and my confidant.

The problem is…he seems familiar…I think I know who he is.

And if I’m right, how will he react when he discovers that I’m Chanel69?
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Call Me by Gillian Jones

Coming September 19th, 2016

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Some know me as Chanel69. 
But to my friends and family, I’m simply Ellie Hughes. 

A university student who’s in desperate need of money. A lot of money, and fast.

I’m about to start a new job.

Three nights a week, I’ll be the star of your late night fantasies, bringing your fetishes and fucked up scenarios to life. 

You’ll listen to my voice while you get off on your dirtiest desires.

Truth be told…this job makes me nervous. Regardless of the money, I don’t know if I can do it.

But when he calls, I feel an instant connection. 

Over time, he becomes my regular, my friend, and my confidant.

The problem is…he seems familiar…I think I know who he is.

And if I’m right, how will he react when he discovers that I’m Chanel69?
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Call Me: Advanced EXCERPT

Ace

 

Screwed.

Done for.

Finished.

Finito.

Fucked.

Completely fucked.

I need to get a grip.

I knew taking the job here was going be a risk; it always is when taking a job where you’re the one on faculty with less seniority. What I didn’t expect was that there might be a risk that could well end my goddamned career. And one I’d meet on the first day of school.

It’s my first year teaching at the University of Toronto. I was headhunted by the school, and finally agreed to make the move from Queen’s in Kingston to Toronto this year. Having my friends Mercer and Dylan both teaching here helped with my decision, but it was the chair offering me the two courses I loved to teach most that cinched it: Sexual Aesthetics & Representations in Film and Masters Thesis Essay in Sexual Diversity in Film. Both fascinating courses, both fourth year, and both with the same student that has me rethinking my decision to come here.

Three words.

Ellie Raine Hughes. Keep on reading!

One Last Shot: EXCERPT

Claire

“Come on, Claire baby. Why you gotta be mean? Let Zack have you one more time,” Zack—tonight’s coital transaction—pleads, despite my blatant efforts to usher him the hell out my front door.

I say “transaction” because Mr. Zack Hastings was not a fuck, not an amusing intercourse, not even an interaction, so much as an unimpressive transaction that I never want to experience again. My poor vagina concurs as memories of the Penis Poke Shuffle (a name I’ve coined for his apparent signature move, the one he attacked us with) begins to play as a nightmare in my mind, the sudden images causing both me and my clitoris to cringe.

“Oh, Christ, you feel so good.” Poke, poke, jab his stubby little penis went, over and over in some sort of odd asymmetric rhythm, a move which resulted in his nubbin hitting…nothing! No G-spot, no orgasm. Nada, zip, zilch. For me, anyway.

How can it be a hit-it-and-quit-it, if it can’t hit it?

Standing in my front hall listening to him plead his case, I can’t help but zone out…  Keep on reading!

On The Rocks: EXCERPT

Braunwyn

 

As I walk deeper into the house, the smell of paint definitely grows stronger as I reach the stairs. Emme and Levi are still nowhere to be found. I’m not worried, though; they could be out in the yard, or over at the park. With Spring here now, we’ve been trying to get outside as much as possible.

I’m just about to head back to the kitchen when I hear it: The Weekend, singing “I Can’t Feel My Face When I’m With You”, coupled with snickering and giggles coming from the guest room. I smile, wondering what trouble these two have gotten into now. I love hearing my Little Miss laughing like that.

Opening the bedroom door, my senses immediately overload as I take in the smell of paint fumes, the colour pink, music, laughter and the sight of Levi and Emmerson dancing around the room. Levi is spinning, making funny faces along with the lyrics—lyrics about not being able to feel his face—all the while twirling a paint brush in his hand. I watch them until I can no longer keep in my laughter.

God, I love my humans. Keep on reading!