It’s almost here.

The release of MY PREROGATIVE is only a month away and reviews are starting to pour in.

It was a TOP PICK at Night Owl Romance, and now I’m thrilled to say there’s more good news.

It’s also a RECOMMENDED READ from Dark Angel Reviews !
“Delicious…delectable and downright intoxicating, MY PEROGATIVE by Sasha White is sure to blow your mind. The goddess of erotica has been at it again and all I can say is I’m shocked. I can’t figure out where Ms. White is able to get all of these ideas for the incredible books she writes.”~ Amanda Hafferty

“It is truly a joy to get lost in a book and not want to put it down, Sasha White offers that option to her readers in My Prerogative, and for that reason I definitely recommend it!” ~ Mickey, Simply Romance Reviews
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And even Romantic Times Magazine thinks it’s worth 4 Stars!
“With her newest erotic romance, White proves again that she’s a force to be reckoned with.”

She does what she likes…
…and what she likes is absolutely wicked.

Kelsey Howard is happy with the single life. She has great friends, a fun job tending bar, and a nice apartment. Not to mention the freedom to enjoy a few wild sex games with strangers—the riskier the better. But what she’s really looking for in the darkness is love.

Then Kelsey realizes she’s got an annonymous stranger watching her every move—and every move she makes is arousing them both. In fact, not only is she not scared, she thinks she may have finally found her soul mate. Especially when she meets the mischievous mystery man in the flesh. That’s when the fun and games really start, and Kelsey realizes just how far she’s prepared to go for love.

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This isn’t the first scene, or even the second or third…but it’s one I think you’ll enjoy.

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The bar was packed that night and time flew.
I’d called my Mom after my talk with Val, and let her ramble on about Ariel’s wedding plans, my cousin’s new baby, and an interns position in one of the city’s top marketing firm’s she’d heard about. Yeah, more like she’d hunted down.
No matter how many times I told her I liked my job, she never quit trying to find me something “˜better’.
Whatever. I accepted that I’d never change her mind about following my own path.
A few drinks, plenty of flirting, and a complete lockdown on those pesky twinges of lonely had me feeling pretty damn good as I exited Risqué. It was my life, and I was living it the way I wanted.
Dave, the cocky young stud visiting Jack, was leaning against my car with his arms folded across his chest.
“It’s my last night here.” he said when I stopped in front of him. “I thought you might want to give me a going-away present.”
A tingle of heat started low in my belly. I hadn’t heard from Randy since I got back from Jamaica and my needs were riding me hard. Dave was pretty hot. Nice face, nice body, good sense of humor … and leaving town the next day. He’d be good for a quick fix, if nothing else. “Sure, hop in.”
The drive to my place was short, filled with flirtatious one-liners flung back and forth. Dave’s hand rubbed up and down my thigh as I drove and my temperature rose. When we hit a red light I turned and grabbed him by the shirt collar, pulling him in for a kiss. Our lips met, parted and meshed with the heat and passion only strangers can have.
Kissing a stranger — fucking a stranger, is hot. For me, the turn on came from more than what the guy looked like, or who he was. It came from the fact that we’d never see each other again. I could be free with a stranger, as down and dirty as I wanted, as sweet or as slutty, and not worry about repercussions. Or judgements. Or gossip. It was an aphrodisiac, and by the time I pulled back from Dave we were both panting hard.
“Is it much farther?” he asked.
Instead of answering I put the pedal to the floor and pulled into the parking lot of my building two minutes later. Dave got the hint and didn’t bother talking anymore. He smacked my ass when I went up the stairs ahead of him and pinned me to the wall on the first landing with a kiss.
His tall, lean body rubbed against mine as his hands ran down my back and fondled my ass. I started to lift my leg and wrap it around his waist but stopped myself and pushed him away to dash up the last set of stairs.
Dave caught up with me as I pushed the door open and we stumbled into my apartment together. The tank top I was wearing came off and I tossed it to the floor as I walked backward toward my bedroom, leading him along teasingly. His hands shook as he unbuttoned his shirt and belt, dropping his clothes on the floor where he stood. I eyed his pants and he understood. Reaching down, he pulled a condom from the pocket. When he came up, my skirt and panties were on the floor and he tackled me with a growl.
We hit the ground kissing and touching, hands everywhere as we rolled around on the floor of my living room. It didn’t matter that we never made it to my bedroom; all that mattered was the feel of bodies rubbing together as we wrestled.
Dave tried to slow things down, to gentle me, but I wanted none of it. I didn’t want gentle. I wanted hard and rough and passionate. Pushing against his shoulders I finally gained the top position.
I sat up, straddling him. “Put the condom on,” I said.
Panting filled the room as he ripped out the foil package and reached between us to slide it on. I lifted up, and got rid of my bra.
He froze, slack jawed and staring as I pinched my nipples and tugged on the piercings.
“You are so sexy,” he said, his eyes glued to my every movement. A shudder racked his body and I grinned. His cock was so hard it was flat against his belly.
“So eager,” I whispered, trailing my finger over his cheek to the corner of his mouth. I played it over his mouth, dipping between his parted lips and pulling out. “Do you want to fuck me, Dave?”
“Oh God, yes!”
“I’m not some sweet little girl, you know.”
“I know,” he panted the words out.
“Then do it.” I gripped his shoulders and rolled over again, pulling him on top of me. Wrapping my hand around the back of his head I pulled him down on top of me and kissed him. I sank my hands into his hair and pressed my body against him. My mouth opened and I shoved my tongue between his lips. He met me with fire and passion, his body rigid and straining against mine.
No more foreplay, no more teasing. I reached between us to grab his cock and showed him the way in. Once his thick head breached my entrance, he started to pump his hips. I planted my feet on the floor and moved with him, but it wasn’t enough. “Don’t be gentle, Dave. Fuck me hard.”
“You asked for it,” he said. Bracing his hands by my shoulders he thrust deep and didn’t hesitate. His hips pumped fast and hard, shafting me so deep it almost hurt. Pelvic bones crashed and my clit absorbed every shock with a cry of pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his waist, closed my eyes and enjoyed the ride.
Dave didn’t last long at that pace, and soon he was grunting. “Come on, sweetness. Come on.”
I knew what he wanted, but I wasn’t even close to coming. I was just enjoying the feel of his body above of mine and his cock inside me. I tilted my hips to change the angle and gasped. That was it, right there. Dave started to adjust to my change and I grabbed his hips. “No, right there, baby. Don’t stop.”
Another grunt and he dug in. I moaned and grabbed my breasts, tugging on my nipples, pinching them until the pain shot through my body and made my pussy clench. Yes, there it was. “Yes, harder. Harder!”
He slammed into me and the pressure inside exploded. I caught my breath, and absorbed the sensations that washed over me.
“Yes!” Dave cried out, his back arching as his cock hit home one last time before he collapsed on top of me.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and stroked his hair for a few minutes while he caught his breath. When he rolled off me I got up and went into my bedroom for my robe. I slipped the silk kimono on and went back to the living room flicking the lights on as I went.
Dave was stretched out on the floor, naked and looking way too sleepy. I walked past him to the kitchen and opened the fridge.
“I have tequila, would you like a drink?” I called out as I poured myself some over ice for myself. Please say no.
“No thanks, sweetness. I’m ready to crash now.”
Crash? No that wouldn’t do. I picked up the phone and walked back to the living room and flopped onto the sofa so he could hear me. “Yes, I’d like a cab please.”
Dave’s sleepy gaze snapped open at my words. His face went blank and he stood,heading for the bathroom as I gave my address to the dispatcher.
A minute later he walked back to the living room naked. “Thanks for that, I really should get going. My flight leaves early tomorrow.”
“You mean today,” I said.
“Yeah, today.” He glanced at his watch and grinned before pulling on his clothes. “No rest for the wicked, right?”
I shook my head and chuckled. I remembered when it was a point of pride to stay up all night. My skin began to tingle and that being watched sensation rippled over me again.
Turning my head I walked slowly to the balcony and focused on the building across the street that housed some pretty fancy lofts. And I spotted him.
A guy alone, in the window directly across from me. Light spilt out from the room behind him, delineating his silhouette and leaving his face in the shadows. I didn’t need to see his eyes to know they were on me, I could feel them. My nipples snapped to attention and my insides clenched in acknowledgement.

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