Tuesday, 31 January 2012

New Cover Art

Look what arrived in my inbox earlier...

I may have spent a ridiculous amount of time since then staring at it.

*big grin*

This is Lucas' story, my tortured vamp from Lure Of The Blood and there is plenty of torture in store for him in this book.

*evil grin*

I promise it all comes good in the end. You will also find some other familiar characters from Lure Of The Blood - Ion and Marnie being the main ones.  Keep your eyes peeled for future updates on good old Lucas.

Monday, 30 January 2012

Release date for Goldie

As the title says I have a release date for Goldie!

March 30th


So, naturally I had to shout about it.

Take one very human girl. Add three bear shifters and one BDSM club. Shake well. What do you get? Lots of delicious fun.

When Goldie Lockwood receives an explicit note, signed by none other than the man she fell head over clit in lust with on first sight, there is only one thing she can do – obey.  After all she is dying to find out what goes on behind closed doors at the exclusive BDSM club.
Having his Goldilocks pounced on by his brother and sister had not been in Jason Stanhope's plan, even if the little human's responsiveness blows the triplets away. Porridge, chairs, beds, she tries them all.
But, can she be the sweet sub they need? Or will Goldilocks live up to her name and run away screaming?

(blurb is unedited and may change)

And as I'm feeling generous and I know you will want one, here's an excerpt

Three pairs of identical, heavy-lidded, chocolate eyes settled on Goldie, and she backed away nervously, until her back bumped against the steel door. The coolness seeping into her back served to confirm that she was indeed here and not in her cozy bed, having the most erotic CEO dream ever.
“She’s not our sub, Jacob. She’s mine!” Jason ground the words out through gritted teeth.
Jacob whistled under his breath, and Catalina narrowed her eyes. Jason, however, advanced toward Goldie with the lazy, long limbed gait she’d admired in the office. Unlike at the office though, all his attention was focused on her. Goldie’s body reacted with embarrassing predictability. Her nipples puckered against the thin satin of her dress, and she clamped her thighs together to stop the renewed rush of moisture from trickling down her leg. He stopped so close to her that their thighs touched. She dropped her gaze to escape the intensity of his, and settled it on the intricate tattoo on his left shoulder.  She hadn’t gotten a close look at it in the office but, now she could see it was two bears entwined. The image would have been extremely erotic, had it been two humans.
Her body lit up under Jason’s intense scrutiny and when he leaned down and inhaled deeply, she closed her eyes again. For some reason that really turned her on.
“Thank you for following my instructions so exactly. I hope you had a pleasant journey here.”
His deep baritone washed over her senses, and she nodded. His smile of approval showed through the light kisses he dropped on her cheek, and she turned her head, desperate to taste his full lips. He withdrew, and she bit back her disappointed moan.
“Not so fast, Goldilocks.”
“Wha—what? And that’s not my name.” She tried to inject some authority into her voice, she really did, but Miss Pornstar seemed to have re-emerged, so she gave up and simply looked at him. The business suits he’d worn to the office ever since that first day hinted at the powerful physique underneath. Seeing him up this close dressed in jeans and a black vest top and those damn cowboy boots, not to mention having all his attention focused on her—well she may just go into cardiac arrest. It was every secret fantasy she’d ever harbored times three. The man of her dreams, plus his equally wet-dream-inducing brother, and their stunningly beautiful sister. Her gaze darted involuntarily to Catalina, and their eyes locked. Jacob chuckled. Jason took a step away from Goldie and looked over his shoulder with a sigh.
“Maybe our sub after all, bro.” Jacob’s amused drawl shook Goldie out her trance like state and heat stained her cheeks.
“I’m no one’s sub.” Her voice was still far too breathy, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at any of them. But, there, she said it. They would have to let her go. She knew that much at least. They couldn’t keep her here against her will—they wouldn’t.
The click clack of Catalina’s heels on the floor announced her stepping closer, and Goldie’s nerves came back with a vengeance. She edged sideways until she bumped into Jacob. He drew her into his side with one arm, his breath hot on her neck, as he whispered, “Oh yes, you are.”
Catalina’s whip whispered past Goldie’s shoulder, and she shrieked and darted towards Jason. Jacob growled at Catalina, and Cat smiled.
“Such a lot of fuss. Well, I’ll leave her to you two for now. You know where I am, if you need me. And you will need me.” Catalina turned to face Goldie, and she was grateful for Jason’s reassuring warmth at her back and the strong arms holding her up. “I can smell you from here, little sub. When you’re fed up playing with the boys, come and find me—you know you want to.”

Sunday, 29 January 2012

Six Sentence Sunday 1/29

I have decided to join the Six Sentence Sunday crew and today my six come from my newest release Too Hot To Handle.

“So, are you telling me you make a habit of sleeping with perfect strangers?”
“Of course not!”
Alex’s low chuckle made her stomach flip over. His sensual mouth hovered over hers, his hot breath fanning her face, and Kitty once again forgot to breathe. Oh hell, make yourself step away, girl. You’ve been here before, remember.

To check out other participating Authors, click here

Saturday, 28 January 2012

An interview with Jade

Today I bring you a character interview with Jade from Anna Keraleigh's fab new release Seven Days In Jade.

Don't you just love that title?

Jade is an unhappily married woman.

Ryan is a sexy Private Investigator that loves her.

He brings her secret fantasies to life, ice cream covered flesh, dominance, handcuffs and the ultimate desire. However, their wild sexcapade ends when Jade’s husband returns and their oasis returns to desert. Can they survive apart now that they have tasted true love?

These lovers have a one-week affair that will change their lives forever.

1. So you’re the infamous, sex addicted Jade?

Well, that’s a little rude. I wasn’t always sex craved. I was completely lady like but bored and unhappy when I am with my husband.

2. Should I even bring up the fact that you are cheating on your husband?

If you met him, you’d understand. I’m an object to him. An annoyance and it broke my heart a long time ago.

3. So, who is this Ryan we keep hearing about?

*Smiles* Ryan is a private investigator. He’s tall, muscled and so handsome. The man that every woman drools over. He’s honest, sweet and looks freaking amazing naked.

4. Tell us what this Seven Days in Jade is about? 

*Giggles* The title speaks for itself. My husband is away. Ryan and I have an entire week to live out our fantasies. Like Ice cream covered flesh, glow in the dark toys, a nude beach and well, I’ve always had the fantasy of another woman.

5. Sounds hot?

Yes, it’s most definitely R rated. *Giggles* You should see Ryan’s package. It should be worshipped.

6.Is there a happy ending in your future? 
*Sigh* I don’t know. I hope so. You’ll have to read Seven Days In Jade and find out.

Handcuffs are a girls best friend. In my new novella Seven Days In Jade, she learns this first hand from the sexy private investigator Ryan. Of course with the hot sweaty nights comes the guilt and heartbreak. Jade is cheating on her husband with Ryan but her marriage is less than happy. Below is a sneak peek into the third part of this story - Tie me Thursday.

"Jade?" He turned toward the living room and what he discovered caused him to freeze in place. He practically came in his pants right there; his erection was instant and his mouth seemed to be unable to close. Jade looked like an evil angel, and he was sure he’d go to hell for her. Her red hair was loose, a halo of fire around her face. Her eyes were shadowed in black makeup, her lips painted dark red and long earrings depicting a whip hung from her ears. Her breasts were bare, plump and he could tell she’d been pinching them. She had on a black corset over her torso; it only reached her navel where it ended in a point. He smiled. At that point hung a charm, a mini penis that had his name engraved on it. "I never thought I’d say this to you, but I like your penis."

Jade laughed instantly. "Why thank you. I’d rather have you look lower."
He did, she was blessedly bare and spread her legs wickedly as he watched. He also spotted the ankle bracelet he’d given her the day after their first kiss.
"It’s my turn for rules." Her voice was husky, body creaming already.
"Baby, as long as I get to you fuck you before sunrise, you can make up any rules you want."
She must have been pleased by the answer for she nodded.
"Good." Her tongue wouldn’t seem to settle and she wet her lips again. Her fingers drummed on the smooth black material that covered part of her body while her toes curled in nervous anticipation. "I want you to undress."

So there you have it, Sounds a deliciously naughty read, I have to say!

Purchase Anna's tale here for just $3.99

You can find Anna on the web here. She would love to hear from you.

Tuesday, 24 January 2012

Happy Dance - Or how to turn a day around

I had one of those days yesterday, you know the kind where you just want to crawl under your duvet and block out the world. Those that follow me on Twitter and Facebook got a lot of moany posts to contend with first thing.

Waking up to your 14 year old daughter crying her eyes out is never a good start. I must admit I rolled my eyes, wondering what latest teenage trauma had befallen her now. That is until I heard this conversation.

Daddy: "What's the matter. Why are you crying?"

*unintelligible mumble*

D: "I can't hear you. Calm down, what's the matter?"

R: "I can't move my neck."

D:"What do you mean you can't move your neck. Not at all?"

*more sobbing*

R: "I heard a crack and now I can't move. I can't get up."

Needless to say I jumped out of bed to see what the heck was going on. Sure enough she couldn't move her neck at all, couldn't lift her arm, and her shoulder was all twisted.

Cutting a long story short, Hubby took her off to A&E and she was diagnosed with a massive muscle spasm, starting from her collarbone, going over her shoulder and down along her spine towards her bottom. You can imagine the agony she is in. She has to exercise slowly and take painkillers, but it can take up to two weeks for her to be back to normal.

Now if that wasn't bad enough, a little while later I'm in the bath room brushing my teeth and suddenly the baby is screeching, and I mean screeching. 

My nine year old screams.
"Get off his head! OMG! You're standing on his head!"

I fly to the living room and she is holding a screeching little budda, the four year old is shaking and keeps saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Poor lil budda has the imprint of 4 year old's trainer on his head. Thankfully he is fine, as he was in his bouncy chair. (Still not entirely sure how you can stand on someone's head when they're in a bouncy chair, mind you)

But, yes, you know that duvet option looked more and more attractive.

School run over with we went to baby massage and I relaxed. Nothing quite like naked, scrummy, if still red headed  baby, and all that skin to skin contact to calm a harassed mummy down. Though I did still wonder when the third thing was going to strike...

And then I got home and checked my e-mail. I'm scrolling down and there is a reply from Evernight, marked SUBMISSION and I think to myself, surely not. I had only send the ms off the evening before.

But, guess what? Lots of squealing and excited ringing of hubby and texting to friends later, it finally sunk in that my third thing that day was the acceptance to Lure Of Forever.

This is the follow up to Lure Of The Blood and it's Lucas' story.

Here is the unedited blurb.

You'd think a three thousand year old vampire would believe in forever. Not Lucas. He has an escaped demon to hunt and no time for the follies of humankind. When strip-o-gram Coralie arrives on his boat, she awakens human instincts long buried, and protecting her becomes of paramount importance.

Coralie, standing in for a friend, is mortally embarrassed at having stumbled onto the wrong boat. The vampire wannabe she encounters makes her body sing in ways she never thought possible. Finding out that he is indeed the real thing throws everything she ever believed in into doubt.

With the demon closing in and the future of humanity in peril will they manage to find their forever?

Sound good? 

This story is darker than Lure Of The Blood was and poor old Lucas and Coralie... I do torture them rather a lot!

Readers will also learn more about Ion and Marnie and I have plans for at least one more in the Lure Series, as it's now known. What can I say, the more I wrote, the more back story came to me. Joys of being a panster and all that. Really, who knew that Ion's second in command has such a tragic past, but that's for book three.

For now, here is a bit of Coralie's and Lucas' first meet. Unedited and subject to change. Enjoy :-)

The creaking lantern lighting the canal boat suddenly appearing round the corner announced her destination. Right, here went nothing. She pushed her sodden strands of chestnut hair out of her face, tossed the useless coffee into the canal, and straightened her shoulders better to show of her cleavage.
Before she could wrap on the door it swung open and Coralie's jaw hit the floor. Good God, what was going on here?
The man standing in the open doorway had to be at least six foot three of sex-on-legs, drop-dead-gorgeous male in tightly packaged designer jeans. The light spilling out of the door silhouetted the broad shoulders and muscled torso, tapering off to lean hips and strong thighs, ending in Italian designer shoes. Who wore designer shoes on a blinking canal boat?
Before she could voice that opinion however, the man grabbed her round the waist with a growl that trembled through every fiber of Coralie's body and shoved her into the bright interior with a muttered French curse.  She collided with another, extremely warm male chest, and looked up into amused silver grey eyes.
"Forgive my friend Lucas. He's just had some bad news."
Oh wonderful, another mountain of a man. His rugged features held an appreciative smile as he ran his eyes slowly over her body, before he winked at her and let her go. She stepped back, unease travelling down her spine. The boat was filled with several more eye watering examples of wannabe Chippendales and one ethereally beautiful blonde woman, who's assessing ice cold blue stare made Coralie feel as though she was dessert. All too aware of her half naked get up she wished she'd brought a coat to hide behind.  To top it all, she was dripping water on the immaculately polished oak flooring.
"Oh, is it snack time? You could have found something cleaner…"
Cleaner? Who did this woman think she was? And what did she mean snack time? The tendril of unease increased and Coralie shook her head. She shouldn't have watched that old horror movie last night, clearly. Were those fangs in the woman's mouth? A quick glance round showed that half of the other people also sported fangs and the mountain she'd stumbled against didn't look amused anymore. At least he wasn't sporting fake teeth. Thank the Lord for small mercies.
 Oh good God, I've walked into a boat full of wannabe vampire loonies! It isn't even Halloween for pity's sake. Coralie took another step back that brought her into direct contact with Mr. Super Gorgeous.  He looked positively murderous, his moss green eyes glittering in barely suppressed fury as he shoved one hand through his mob of black hair, and Coralie groaned to herself. That bed hair looked way too sexy. She could almost forgive him the fake teeth he was also sporting. Typical, the first man in ages to make her libido sit up and take notice, and he was some sort of weirdo with a vampire fetish.
"Ok, you … you… whatever you may be," Coralie pulled her shoulders back and tried for a seductive smile. The sooner she did her number the better and she could get away from these – people. Calling the murderous looking hunk, whose seductive gaze now settled fully on her, a crank pot would probably not earn her a generous tip. "Just tell me who the birthday boy is and I'll be out of your hair."
"Birthday boy?" He growled the words and butterflies settled in Coralie's stomach. His eyebrows drew together as he glared at her.
Heaven help her - that deep, slightly accented voice came straight out of every one of her fantasies. Too bad the man himself was not only weird but also clearly not the brightest fish finger in the pack.
"Yes, the birthday boy. Believe it or not, I don't normally run around dressed like at a third rate hooker." She pointed to her lace up ivory top and short black skirt that made up the French maid's outfit; she'd just about managed to squeeze into. "And I don't go knocking on strange men's doors for the fun of it. You booked a strip-o-gram for the birthday boy, so tell me who he is, so that I can get this over with."
And please stop staring at me as though you've never seen boobs before.
He had stopped glaring at her during her little speech and his eyes weren't frosty anymore. Quite the opposite in fact, if the way her body reacted to him was anything to go by. Damn it all, what was wrong with her today?  This was all Jerry's fault. She had to find herself a decent job and not rely on Coralie to bail her out all the time – not that Jerry could be blamed for little Suzie's chicken pox taking a turn for the worse, but still. Now what was he saying?
It was his turn to stare at her as though she wasn't quite right in the head. Thankfully the slightly puzzled expression on his face meant she could breathe normally again. It had to be the fact that she had been caught in the rain in this ridiculous outfit that made her feel all strange. She was probably coming down with the flu, yes that had to be it, nothing at all to do with the man addressing her again in that to die for voice.
"Are you suggesting I would call a strip-o-gram?"
He sounded positively offended, whilst mountain behind him erupted into gales of laughter.

COPYRIGHT Doris O'Connor 2012

Monday, 23 January 2012

Cover reveal and Giveaway winner

This post has a distinct feeling of deja vu about it :-)

I'm sure I did a post like this a week ago!

*big grin*

Congrats to Tammy Ramey, who won a copy of my latest release Too Hot To Handle in the giveaway on Lorraine Nelson's blog. Enjoy my sexy Italian.

Onto my new cover.

Isn't it pretty?

Little Miss Frigid Knickers is my contribution to this Anthology and I'll leave you with a little, unedited teaser.

“No. You can’t be serious.” Her voice wobbled and her eyes grew bigger still, when he just smiled and nodded. “I can’t ride a motorbike in this skirt.”
“You can and you will, sweetie. Now come on. ”She tried to dig her heels in, when he grabbed her hand and he raised one eyebrow. “Unless you want me to spank that pretty ass of yours right now, get moving.”
“You wouldn’t dare, I’m not one of your, your playthings. I’m not into that stuff.” But even as she said the words, her breathing got shallower, her nipples bullets against his chest and he leant in closer.
“Liar!” He growled the words and she swallowed visibly, backing away from him. Before she could protest further, he grabbed her round the waist and swung her over his shoulder. The breath whooshed out of her, when she landed her to die for butt next to his face, and he ground his teeth as the scent of her arousal filled his nostrils. One arm firmly anchored behind her knees, he used his other hand to deliver a stinging swat to her exposed butt cheek and her struggling ceased. He massaged the sting away, his hand lingering on the soaked material barely covering her pussy. Oh yeah, she was getting wetter by the second.
“That’s better. You move again and the next one will hurt. Understood?” He felt her nod against his back, even as she mumbled under her breath. “I can’t hear you. Do you understand me, Summer?”
“Yes, dammit.”
“That’s yes, Sir!”
She groaned against his back and he tightened his hold on her ass until she whimpered.
“I’m waiting, Summer.”
He held himself perfectly still, sensing the fight in her, even as the renewed moisture under his hand told him exactly what her body craved, whilst her mind struggled to accept it.
“Trust me, sweetie. I know what I’m doing.”
She went completely rigid and he slid her off his shoulder slowly to see the expression on her face. The sensation of her curves sliding against him was pure torture and she gasped when he settled her pussy against the steel like cock straining his flies. Her pupils dilated to such a degree that her expressive eyes turned almost black and her hands slid up his chest slowly. Her teeth worried her bottom lip and he itched to take that plump lip between his own teeth and taste her. But he forced himself to stay still, as her hands travelled up to his shoulders and into his hair. She stared up at him, her whole body trembling, and the rush of protectiveness he felt had him grind his teeth.
When she finally spoke her voice was a mere whisper.
“Don’t hurt me, Sir.”

Friday, 20 January 2012

Weekend Dirty Dozen

This week's twelve are from my best selling new release Too Hot To Handle

When firefighter Alex Giovanni returns to his old neighborhood to fulfill family obligations, he is reunited with the woman inhabiting his dreams. The sexy siren ran out on him after one explosive night many years ago. Hiding behind her sensible clothes she portrays the perfect image of Miss Prim and Proper and Alex vows to unlock the passionate woman he remembers. Mixing business with pleasure has never been so much fun.

Kitty Jenkins’ orderly life gets turned upside down when Alex walks into her school. Their passion filled night four years ago has left her with a secret that threatens to tear them apart. Giving into Alex is out of the question, regardless of how much her body craves his touch.

When secrets spill and disaster strikes, can their passion turn into love?
Available from Evernight and Amazon

An emotional twelve for you this week. Alex has just come back from a particularly nasty shout.

He really was tired. He could have sworn he heard Kitty’s voice then, but that was just wishful thinking on his part.  He was shaking his head at his stupidity when he felt a feminine hand on his arm. What the hell?
“Alex, I am so sorry. I came here as soon as I heard the news.”
Alex just stared at the vision in front of him. She’d come.  Someone actually cared enough to come and meet him. Her eyes were full of concern and shimmering with tears as she stepped towards him, and with a groan he pulled her against himself. He buried his face in the soft mass of her hair. He filled his lungs with her unique scent, as the whole horror of the last six hours came crashing down on him like a ton weight.

Fo a longer and hot excerpt check out this Interview where I'm also giving away a copy to one lucky commenter. I will be choosing a winner Monday Morning.

You can find other participating Authors here, so do go and check out their twelve and like the Facebook page, if you're on there. 
Have a great weekend, folks xx

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Book Review - Susie White And The Right Hand Man by Lucy Felthouse

A wedding, an evil plan, a love story and a sacrifice are the order of the day in this modern retelling of Snow White and the Huntsman.

Susie White and her stepmother-to-be have never seen eye to eye, despite all of Susie’s best efforts to be friendly. Eager not to spoil her father’s happiness, Susie still agrees to be bridesmaid at their wedding. When the big day comes, she meets Louise’s right hand man, Scott. Susie had never believed in love at first sight until that moment. The pair hit it off, sharing a mutual dislike of Louise and her wicked ways. Their camaraderie quickly develops into something more, and they date in secret until it’s time for Susie to leave for University – and freedom. Unfortunately, Scott has an earth-shattering revelation, which means the two of them of them must work together to unravel Louise’s evil plan, before it’s too late.

I love the re-telling of old stories, and this short tale does not disappoint. I have read  a few of Ms Felthouse's shorter tales now and I have loved every one of them. This is an interesting modern twist on the old fairytale, that left me with a smile at the end. Despite its shortness I found myself invested in the characters. I wanted Lucy and Scott to get their happy ending and I loved the little twist I wasn't expecting.
If you're looking for an entertaining short read, then you can't go wrong with this one.

Monday, 16 January 2012

An Interview with Gray Reynard from Taken Identity by Raven McAllan

Today I bring you an interview with Gray Reynard, who readers will meet in Raven McAllan's latest tale Taken Identity.

Here's the BLURB:

What do you do when a drop dead gorgeous man turns up on your doorstep, demanding his wife? Who, it seems has stolen your identity? Find out why of course.
When Gray Reynard turns up on Jules' doorstep expecting to find his estranged wife and finds her instead both are surprised. Especially as the air between them sizzles. But before they can do anything about that sizzle they need to find out what is going on. Or so they think.
But life doesn't always pan out as you want, and Jules and Gray have to decide whether to work together or walk away from what they are feeling.

Taken Identity releases today through Noble Romance


On to the interview.

Wow, I knew he was handsome, but looking at him in person is something else entirely...

I shift on my chair, as Gray's full stare settles on me. Damn he is downright gorgeous and looks good enough to eat. Raven always snags the best heroes.

Concentrate, girl! Ask your questions! Stop drooling!

D. Gray, do you mind if I call you Gray?

*he smiles and I forget what I was about to say for a minute*

Oh my!

G Not at all, hello Doris

D. I understand you lost your wife at the beginning of the book?

G. (His Eyes narrow) More like she lost me… on purpose.

D. What went through your mind, when you first saw Jules and realized that she wasn't your errand wife?

G. Damn I wish she was.

D. Was there ever a point where you thought you wouldn't solve the mystery?

G. Not really, but it was bloody frustrating, in more ways than one at times. Jules is everything I ever want in a woman— present company excepted— and she was so snippy with me. Rightly so, I may add. I was somewhat, well her expression was 'up myself'.

D. What do you like most about Jules?

G. What don't I like? She's feisty, independent and damned sexy. Gives as good as she gets—and more.

(I silently swoon.)

D. Are you a man easily crossed?

G. Not at all, I wouldn't stay in business long if I was.

(He leans forward.)

That's why this whole business threw me. I was taken for a ride and was not at all happy.

D. Do you bear grudges?


D. Just yes?

G. Just yes. I'm a firm believer on revenge is a dish better eaten cold. Though I do believe I've mellowed since I met Jules. She says life is to short to hold grudges, I guess she's right but…


(I sure wouldn't like to cross him in a bad way)

D.  What's your favourite …err…position?

G. (WEG)  Ask Jules.

There's a knock on the door and Jules pops her head round.

J. Did I hear my name? Hi I'm Jules.

 (shakes hands)

Ask me what?

D. Oops, er Your favorite position.

J. (She laughs.)  Well I quite like it when…

G. Don’t you dare.

They both laugh

(I clear my throat.)

D. What does your future hold?

G. Well if you read the end of our story, you'll find out.

D. Do you think you'll ever mislay Jules?

G. No chance, she's er almost chained to me.

 (There's that WEG again)

D. Before I let you get back to Jules, can you solve one mystery? What exactly do you do for a living?

G. Thank you for coming and goodbye.

J. Gray, play nice.

(The look he gives her could set the room on fire, smoldering is an understatement)

G. I always play nice.

(Jules goes the color of her hair, which is red by the way)

D. (guess that means he's not going to tell me) Anything else you'd like to add Gray?

G. Remember, it's not always wise to delve too deeply into things that don't concern you.  It can be dangerous, ask my ex wife. And non of it was her fault. Now, we've been lucky all of us, but it could have all turned out so differently.

D. Thank you so much for your time. It's been a pleasure interviewing you!

G. It was my pleasure, you're lovely to talk with. Now I'd better go and help Jules, she's got a deadline, so I'm holding the fort, so to speak.

(Kisses her on both cheeks)

*sighs to herself and watches that to die for butt walking away*

So there, you have it. Gray Reynard, businessman extraordinaire. Now go read the book and see exactly what Jules and he get up to. That woman has all the luck!



Raven is offering one lucky commenter the chance to win a PDF copy. All you have to do is leave a comment and follow Raven's Blog. Raven will announce the winner on her blog in a week's time.

I leave you with an excerpt


"Bedroom? Or, on the other hand, are you happy if I now start taking your clothes off, and make love to you on the rug? Because frankly, I’m holding on by a thread here, and it’s a very fine thread, and threatening to snap at any time." He stopped speaking suddenly. "Bloody hell, Jules, protection. Not expecting to need any, I only have one condom in my wallet. And that's been there so long, it's probably perished. Is there a chemist near here? Or a pub with a helpful machine in the loo? Or even a service station?"
Jules couldn’t help it. She giggled. That made her body move against his. The look of anguish on his face should not really make her chuckle, but knowing just how she could erase it, had her in stitches.
"Well the motorway services are only about 30 miles away," She gasped, in between laughs." And the co-op stays open until ten. But no need. I was a Girl Guide and I’m always prepared."
The kiss he gave her was heartfelt. And heart stopping. Jules returned it, felt their tongues meet and mesh, felt his hand following the contour of her body, mapping it for future use.
"Where?" He asked raggedly.
 "Bedroom, in drawer. Bathroom, in cabinet, kitchen, probably."
"Bedroom then, now. Please!" he moved both hands to her waist and helped her to stand. Without his support, Jules knew she'd fall. Her legs felt as if they belonged to someone else.
"Which way?" Gray’s voice was clipped, his tone urgent. As he followed her towards the door, she felt his erection, hard against her bottom. It was all she could do, not to turn round, take the initiative, and have him on the floor. Only the thought of not having a condom handy stopped her.
"Up the stairs, second left." Although she moved in the general direction of the stairs, she couldn’t resist moving backwards, just a bit, into his body, so his erection pressed more firmly against her body. It felt good!
"Cruel," He responded, as his body tightened even more. His arms went around her, anchoring her against him, as walking steadily stair wards; he brushed his hands gently over her breasts, as his mouth explored that sensitive area around the nape of her neck.
Right, Jules thought as coherently as she could. They needed to move. She had no intention of their first time together taking place on the stairs. Later maybe, but not this time.