Amanda was standing at the kitchen counter on a lazy Saturday, still in her robe, pouring coffee into a ceramic mug when her phone buzzed on the granite beside her. DARIUS: I think you’re gonna like this. Thought of you the whole time I read it. [link: VibeCheck magazine interview with King LUX] Her brow lifted as she clicked the link. King LUX: MILFs, Mic Drops, And No Apologies. The headline sat above a moody black-and-...

The Roar and the Glance 37-year-old Amanda was elbow-deep in a stack of folders in her home office when the deep, guttural rumble of a motorcycle tore through the quiet of the neighborhood like a thunderclap. She flinched, instinctively glancing toward the front window. The blinds in her home office were half-open, but curiosity made her fingers part them wider. There he was. Leather boots hit the pavement first, then the...

It had been a month since Amanda first wrapped her arms around Darius on the back of his roaring Harley. A month since her pink satin pajamas hit the bedroom floor and she let another man—not her husband—fill her in every sense of the word. She hadn’t been the same since. Steve had returned from Colorado two weeks ago, full of stories about the new office build, sunburnt from his fishing side-trip with clients, and tired....

Amanda stood in the driveway, arms folded against the early morning chill, watching as Steve tightened the last strap on the rooftop cargo rack. Their boys—still half-asleep—climbed into the back of Steve’s SUV, dragging backpacks stuffed with fishing gear and snacks. “Five days,” Steve grinned, stepping back and wiping his hands on his jeans. “We’re going to eat like kings, freeze our asses off, and probably not shower o...