The Tardis Scribbles

An Interview with H.C.Brown

2012-02-25T00:00:00.000-08:00

I am delighted to have bestselling Author H.C.Brown on my blog today and she has kindly agreed to be grilled by yours truly about all things writing. So please join me in a very warm welcome.

Wonderful to have you here J

Q. Can you tell us a bit about yourself?

H.C. Well, instead of the usual bio, I'll tell you a little about myself. I live close to the beach in QueenslandAustralia. I'm married to a very wonderful man. I've had 23 books published andhave had many best sellers. This year I was delighted to receive a nominationfor Favorite Author in the TRS CAPA Awards for excellence in romance writing.Two of my novels, Cyborg Doms:Fane and Love Revisited Nash & Paul alsoreceived nominations. I write in a variety of genres but always romance withbig alpha males and happy endings.

23 books! I feel as though I ought to curtsy ;-) Great Stuff H.C.

Q. What made you write A Trystof Fate?

H.C. Well I'm a pantser and offered tocontribute a novella to Noble Romance Publishing's Timeless Desire collection.I started writing A Tryst of Fate and the story grew into a full length novel. I had just finished writing Lord & Master a historical BDSMnovel set in 1775 and had the idea to have a man sent back in time, who wouldbe the complete opposite of what was considered 'normal'. Colt Daniels issix-five and built like a linebacker and I had so much fun writing about hisexploits in 1775. Of course, as usual my plots end up as tender love stories.The novella I finally wrote for the Timeless Desire Collection ended up being Time to Live.

Ah the joys of being a panster...

Q. Describe a typical day’s writing for us

H.C. I never edit and write on the sameday. Edits always take preference and once finished I usually work on blogposts emails etc. On writing days, I write from noon until six. I try to write2000 words a day but 10,000 a week is about usual.

Q. What inspires you?

H.C. Music, scenery, people—in that order.

Q. If you weren’t a writer what would you be?

H.C. Well, I'm an international all breedscat judge. I used to teach physics and chemistry but I love history. Right now writingis my world.

Q. Do your characters ever surprise you?

H.C. Always I never know what they aregoing to do next. LOL

That sounds so familiar.

Q. What could not do without when you’rewriting?

H.C. Coffee.

LOL I hear you, though I would have to add chocolate to that list.

Q. What words of wisdom do you have for theaspiring authors out there?

H.C. Learn your craft, listen the advice ofpublished authors and don't listen to people who try to put you down. Trust me, someone will always try torain on your parade. So trust in yourself and never give up.

Wise words indeed.

Q. Where do you see yourself in ten year’stime?

H.C. I'd be happy to be alive. On the NYTimes Best Sellers list would be a bonus.

Q. Do you have a favorite quote?

H.C."If I die before I say 'I love you' it's because I didn't have thetime."

Q. Do you ever suffer from writer’s block?

H.C. Not writer's block, my characters demand to have their story told. The stresses and commitments of life are theonly thing that prevents me from writing. I think if I ever had writer's blockit would mean my story is so boring my Muse has fallen asleep and I woulddelete and start again.

Q. What other books can your readers lookforward to?

H.C. I have a fantasy romance Dragonfae in the submissionprocess as we speak and currently I'm polishing a contemporary M/M BDSM Hurt Me Good.

Hmm, like the sound of those.

Q. And finally can you share an excerpt withus?

ATryst of Fate

Chapter One

Colt Daniels lifted his bidder's card. "Thirtythousand."

"The bid is thirty thousand pounds. Come now,ladies and gentlemen, this portrait of Lord Alexander Swift by Benjamin West isdated 1775 and is in extraordinarily fine condition." The auctioneer atSotheby's surveyed the silent crowd with a critical gaze.

Taking a casual pose, Colt flicked his gaze to theopposing bidder. The man in the slick Italian business suit met his gaze with aslow smile. Colt lifted his chin and stared at the painting. From the moment hehad laid eyes on the portrait of the handsome young man in the Sotheby'scatalogue, he had wanted to buy the painting. Lord Alexander Swift's troubledgaze held a distant loneliness, as if reaching out to Colt across thecenturies.

A strange twist of fate had brought him to Londonin the form of an inheritance on his thirtieth birthday… A distant relative hadbequeathed him the townhouse once owned by Lord Swift in Berkeley Square. Overthe past year, he had restored the house to its former glory and now herequired this painting to complete the task. During the years Lord Swift hadowned the property, the painting had hung at the top of the stairs, facing thefront door. For some unexplained reason, Colt had a compelling desire to finishthe house by restoring the painting to its original position, in time for theanniversary of Alexander's death on June fourth.

"Forty thousand." The man in the suitlifted his bidder's card.

Colt sighed. With his fortune to back him and theprestige of being the owner of some of the most famous galleries around theworld, he rarely had people bid against him for very long. They should knowbetter. If Colt Daniels wanted a painting, Colt Daniels would go to any priceto secure a purchase. He cleared his throat. "Seventy thousandpounds." He shot the opposing bidder a cold stare.

After the usual pause, the hammer came down andColt moved to the clerk to settle the account. "Have it shipped to 42 BerkeleySquare, Mayfair." He turned and strolled back to the painting to gaze atAlexander.

Warmth pooled around Colt's heart. He reached outto touch the man's pale cheeks, tracing a finger over the long blond curls,tied back in a queue. The young man appeared to be about eighteen in theportrait, slight of build with delicate features, yet Colt's research revealedWest had completed the portrait on Swift's twenty-fifth birthday, the day hehad inherited great wealth and lands from his father. Colt rubbed his chin. Onewould think His Lordship should be overjoyed on such an occasion, and yetAlexander's blue gaze followed him with heart-wrenching sadness.

"West has captured the essence of his subject,don't you think?"

Colt turned to see Business Suit gazing athim with a friendly smile. "Essence?"

"My name is Jake Williams. You may have heardof me?" replied Business Suit in a cultured Boston accent.

"Can't say that I have, sorry."

"Ah—so you don't know about the letters."Jake Williams inclined his head toward the portrait. "The love lettersbetween Alexander and the Honorable David Fitzhugh. In a time when the crime ofsodomy held the death penalty, to write love letters to a man… my God, can youimagine the implications?"

Colt straightened his shoulders. "You havethese letters?"

"I most certainly do! Copies of the originaldocuments are in my book, The Gay Lords." Jake took a card from hisjacket and gave it to Colt. "I know you're restoring Alexander's house;perhaps we could meet over lunch and I'll give you the details I didn'tput into print."

In truth, Colt craved information about Alexander.Living in the young lord's house and seeing each room as if through Alexander'seyes, Swift had become his obsession. With a laugh, he met Jake's hazel eyes."I'm free now."

"Great, how about having lunch at TheSquare? It's a great restaurant." Jake smiled. "We can walk fromhere."

"Sure." Colt followed him out of thefoyer into the busy street and they turned in the direction of Bruton Street."So how did you come by the letters?"

"I bought them, along with a few other sundryitems, at an auction—in Boston, of all places!" Jake fell into step besideColt. "At first I thought they were written by a woman until I researchedthe names. Most of them begin with 'my love' or 'my dearest', so until I tooknote of the addressee… well, what a bombshell."

"How did the letters end up in theStates?"

"I believe, due to the anti-sodomite movementat the time, Fitzhugh took flight to America." Jake sighed. "Ofcourse, there is no proof he fled England under suspicion of sodomy. Nothing Iresearched points to him having a gay lover during his life. I do knowhe joined the colonists in the War of Independence and died in Boston in1790." He stopped outside a bookstore. "Look, I'll grab a copy of mybook. You must see the portrait of David Fitzhugh."

Colt stared into the shop window, his gaze notfocusing on any item. His mind reeled. Even in this enlightened world,homophobia caused misery and distrust. He reflected on his own youth. Sure, hehad taken his share of beatings from the local thugs, but now at six-five andbuilt like a linebacker, no one crossed him. On the contrary, the beatings andthe snide remarks, had made him more resolute to succeed in everything he did.He respected love in all forms. Gay, straight—who the fuck cared as long asthat wonderful connection happened between two consenting adults? He almostfelt sorry for people who could not see love if it hit them smack in the face.So many refused to recognize or understand that the sweet love between two men,or women for that matter, held the same deep emotion as straight love. Angerwelled from deep inside fueled by the oppression he knew Alexander would haveendured during his life. Those twisted sons-of-bitches would not haveunderstood how cruel they were to deny the freedom to express love withoutprejudice.

InAlexander's time, for a gentleman to touch a man's arm or cast a suggestivelook could lead to prosecution for sodomy, a hanging offense. God knows, inthose days they used the sodomy accusation to destroy many people's lives.

"You gotta see this." Jake thrust a bookinto Colt's hand. "Kinda spooky, don't you think?"

Colt gazed down at the glossy illustration. Atrickle of ice slid down his spine. The portrait of the Honorable DavidFitzhugh depicted a tall, muscular man with dark flowing hair—and the royalblue eyes that stared back at him were his own.

Oooohhh I like that ending!

BuyLink : https://spsilverpublishing.com/product_book_info/coming-soon-c-2/a-tryst-of-fate-ebook-p-744

Watch thebook trailer for a Tryst of Fatehere:

http://youtu.be/mXBJiwPw-dE

You can find H.C. on the web here, so do stop by and check her out.

Web: www.hcbrown-author.com

Blog: http://www.hcbrownauthoroferoticromance.blogspot.com/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/hcbrownauthor

Thank you for having me today, Doris J

It was my pleasure H.C. Come back soon.

Why Do I write regency menage? Guest blog and GIVEAWAY!

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I give you the delectable Raven McAllan with her newest release Almost Entente Cordial. Raven has kindly agreed to give one lucky commenter an e-copy :-)

The contest closes midnight March 2nd GMT.

Over to you Raven...

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Why do I writeregency menage?

Why notcontemporary menage? Or ordinary regency romance?

I don't have ananswer to that. I write, full stop. Yes, I guess I have an idea, a tiny glimmerof my characters, but that's it. I start writing, and them—wham—it's not up tome any more. They take over. They tell me who they are, what they are, and wherethey intend to go and end up. I try to deviate at my own peril. They rule notme!

I never thought I'd write historical, itwasn't something I thought I could do. But I can, and I do. And will continueto do so.

This book Almost Entente Cordiale is different,in that is set at the turn of the century. Bonaparte is still a threat, and allFrench aristocrats who were spared, still remember the real threat of theguillotine.

Enter Christianne who had managed to escape toEngland, and was viewed with suspicion. Could she be a spy?

Well on, but someone else could!

I found the ideaof Alastair and Julien's reasons for their relationship intriguing, and onceChristianne came on the scene, even more so.

I love a good complicated triangle. And do weever have one here. the thrill of trying to sort their problems out, in abygone age with constraints we laugh at today is more than challenging, and ohboy do I relish it. I just hope I do it justice.

So here's a blurb and a tease.

And if Doris lets me one lucky poster (withina week) will win an ecopy of AlmostEntente Cordiale…..

A woman with two husbands—husbands who are lovers. Is this arelationship doomed to failure?

Only she can decide.

When Julien returns from France, he did not expect to find hislover ballock-deep inside a woman. Especially when that woman is his own wife!

Christianne knew Alastair had a lover, but she did not expectthat lover to be the husband she thought was dead.

As a marriage of convenience turns passionate, can the three ofthem make their illicit relationship work?

Or will Christianne have to choose which husband to keep? 

And a real tease….(Ihope)

"Well, my dear, an you wishto voyeur, perhaps you wish to give us direction?"

Ah, she so disliked thatsarcastic, aristocratic, tone he could affect. No matter she had discovered heused it unknowingly at times of great agitation, it displeased her.Therefore...

"Oh, of a surety M’Lord. Thefirst is to change the tone in which you are speaking. Sarcasm becomes no one,and is assuredly most unbecoming. To say nothing of deflating another’sardor." There let him make of that what he will!

Alastair bowed elaborately; tothe degree he was able when still close to another body, its cock still teasinghis arse, his own cock unabashed, hardening by the second, and proud with it.Christianne felt her eyes drawn over and over to those magnificently proudappendages, one so recently tested, one so long ago. She knew both men watchedas she took a breath, and ran her tongue around lips suddenly dry. She saw thepredatory gleam come into both sets of eyes. Ah, perchance that was theway the wind blew? How she pondered, did she feel about that inclination? Wasshe interested in what she had heard was called an ménage? As much as the ideaexcited her, increased the sensations already invading her, it was something tocontemplate at a later date. For now she had other ideas.

She chose to ignore those questions beingsilently posed and focus on the immediate, in a way she felt could be almost assatisfying. At least for the two semi naked, aroused men in front of her. So,voyeurism was to their liking as well? How would they feel as she feasted hereyes on their exertions? Time to find out. She drew a deep breath once more,and again watched their eyes, this time fixed on her swelling breasts.Definitely thought provoking, and intriguing. However,

"My Lords, I wish, an I sofeel you both do, to see you continue your..." How could she vocalizewithout sounding a light skirt? Pah, no matter. "Your fucking." Shespoke, her French accent adding hints and innuendo to her words. "I wishto see you satisfy each other once again. It excites me also." Now was not the time to be shy, or hidebehind euphemisms. "So, who is going to fuck who?" One perfectlyarched eyebrow rose in query. "I believe I should now see you Julien enjoythe delights of Alastair inside your arse, should I not?" She could feelher pussy wet with her own desire, knew that if she had curls hiding it theywould be coated. Her muslin slid over her mound, sensitizing it further. Ludshe ached to feel her fingers inside herself, rubbing her stiff nub and makingherself come. For many a long year, they had been her salvation. Christiannedragged her thoughts from herself to the men still standing half dressed andregarding her with speculation.

"So?"

Alastair nodded. "So, mydear, you are correct in your assumptions. Perchance you will agree toaccompany us to our..." He smiled. "Our as in mine and Julien’sbedchamber, where we can all enjoy its considerable comforts?"

He emphasized the word ‘all’ andwondered what her reaction would be. He felt secure in his reading of herinterest when he and Julien had signified their joint interest in her.Although not openly expressed, the intrigue was there to be pursued.

He watched, his own interest inher increasing as she cocked her head to one side, one slender finger slippingjust inside her lips. Lud why was that non-innocent gesture called cocking? Heknew without looking, Julien’s cock would be in the same state as his own. Upfor anything! If naught else it proved their interest in women, well one womanwas alive and stiffening. Time would tell whether the said interest extended tomore than being watched. For non knew more than she, the reason for thatfrantic fucking amongst the sweet scented roses.

"Mm, and if perhaps Iaccompany you both, what then?" The smile flashed towards him was that ofa coquette; flirtatious, inviting and provocative, designed he felt tointrigue. He was, and by their almost telepathic communicating, knew Julienfelt as he did.

"My dear, as we aregentlemen, we defer to you."

"Vraiment?"

He shook his head, amused. He hadnoted on previous occasions how she slipped into her native tongue when highlyemotional. It could make for interesting times. Luckily his own command of thatlanguage was good, and since knowing Julien, both in the sphere of work andlove, was considerably better.

Now he simply inclined his head."Bien sûr"

"Then shall wewithdraw?"

"After we are fully dressedI think. For we need not upset the servants more than usual. Already, Alphonsewill be tearing his hair out regarding dinner."

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Thanks a million, Raven. Almost Entente Cordial release is imminent. Be sure to leave a comment to be in with a chance to win. I was fortunate to have read this in its draft form, and let me tell you it's HAWT!

Distractions

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Distractions come in many forms, most of which I can tune out, but there is a certain, little distraction, I'm finding impossible to tune out.

This was Budda at gone midnight last night. Wide awake and ready to paaarrrttayy. Just as well, he's so cute. He's now six months old and the world, and in particular, mummy, is one big playground.

And he loves, loves, loves my netbook. Unless he is actually nursing to sleep, like he's doing now, he wants to join in. Cue me fighting little Mr Octopus for the possession of the blessed keys. Cue me ending up tickling him to distract him, which results in both of in fits of giggles, and no writing gets done at all.

Thankfully I have been knee deep in edits, and I did manage to get these done, albeit with many a heart stopping moment, where Budda hit a key and half the page was deleted. Thank goodness for the undo button on word..... and breathe....

I have a thousand and one story ideas flitting about in my head, but nothing has grabbed me enough yet to be able to write without getting distracted by the amazing non sleeping baby.

Or rather the amazing, will only sleep while mummy is holding me, baby. Yes, we have reached that phase, and will probably have another year before he comes out of the other side of this one, if his siblings are anything to go by. Separation anxiety has also kicked in big time when he's awake. He's perfectly happy, as long as he can at least see me, but much prefers being in arms. Thank heavens for slings. I'm not big on housework, but some things need to be done, invariably with Budda reigning supreme from his position on my back.

And if that wasn't enough there is also big brother and his human ping pong ball impressions.

This is him and one of the girls. The next one up, and the one he seems to be incapable of getting along with for any length of time. When they do get along it's a hoot, as you can tell!

It was half term here last week and oh my that was 'fun'. United Nations had nothing on me, truly. Hubby may have received a few 'please tell me you're about to rescue me' texts at tea time. Especially as I was also editing four upcoming releases at the time.

*makes mental note to time her submissions better*

The good news is that three of the four are all done and dusted, which just leaves Lure Of Forever. I'm waiting on final edits, and will hopefully have a release date to share soon. I'm very excited about Lucas's story. I think, after Sven, Lucas is my favourite hero.

And talking of heroes, I'm editing, rewriting book two in the Giovanni Series, and I just happen to have stumbled on the perfect picture for Marco Giovanni. This fits the first look Elise gets of him to a T. She interrupts a work out....

and he's pretty annoyed with his useless nanny...

I leave you with a little snippet.

Elise remembered that conversation with a certain amount of dread now.How she was ever going to pass for the flamboyant sister was beyond her. Theywere as different as chalk and cheese in personality; in looks they wereidentical right down to the two annoying freckles on their jaw line.

Bother it all to heck andback, where is the front door key. How was she ever supposed to find anything inthis mad bag?

Mimi grabbed hold of the strap, and the entire contents of the bagspilled all over the door step, yet still no key. Before she could bend down toretrieve the contents the front door opened and Elise forgot to breathe. Theman stood glowering down on her had to be at least six foot two of hard muscle,perfectly showcased in vest top and low slung joggers. She'd interrupted aworkout if the fine sheen of perspiration on his face was anything to by. Icecold blue eyes, framed by heavy lashes, sat in a proud, patrician face, coveredin a day's worth of stubble. He raised his hand to push his slightly too long,black hair away from his face and the musk of hot, sweaty male, mixed with thefaint scent of his cologne invaded Elise's senses. Her fingers itched to touchthe impossibly broad shoulders and she hastily dropped her eyes and balled herhands into fists to resist giving in to the impulse. This was Marco Giovanni?

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Marco groaned when he opened the door to see the devastation on his doorstep. Oh goody the nanny is back.

“Ciao Mimi, where have you been?” He smiled at his daughter whogave him a bear hug, before wriggling to get down, when she spotted Agnes thehousekeeper.

“Yeah okay, just one before dinner, Mimi.” His tone turned frosty whenhe addressed Elise.

“I am assuming you have not allowed her to stuff herself full of junkagain? Cat got your tongue, woman? Ah let me guess, you forgot your keys again?”

He winced taking in the shirt that, quite frankly, ought to be burned.Damn it, he paid the woman enough to buy clothes more in keeping with herposition. At least she had some decent trousers on for a change. His eyebrowsrose when he heard her slightly breathless reply.

“Certainly not, I do not forget things, I just..urm .. Well.”

“Mislaid it again, have you Miss Donovan? You seem to be mislaying a lotof things lately.”

“Yes, well, that is about to change I can assure you Mr. Giovanni,” shemumbled under her breath. She bent down to retrieve the contents of her garishbag and gave him a perfect view of her tight ass. Hell, he had no business noticing how the fabric of her trousersclung to those long legs and showed the curve of her bottom off to perfection.Who’d have thought it…? What are you doing? That’s your nanny, man,hands off!

“Here let me help you with that, you’ll be there all day.” His voice wasgruffer than he intended it to be, but bending down next to her had brought himclose enough to notice her subtle feminine scent— something light and floweryand very unique to her. How come he never noticed how good she smelled?

“Hah, I knew I had the key. Here it is!”

Elise straightened at the same time as him. Holding the key triumphantlyin the air, she stepped away from him. Her foot caught on the door step, andMarco told himself later, he had to grab her around the waist to stop her fromfalling over. The contact brought her firm breasts in direct contact with hischest and he heard her gasp. He felt the connection like a kick to the gut andall his blood rushed south. Hot damn!It had been too long since he held a woman in his arms, if his instant arousalwas anything to go by. Why did his libido have to remember its existence now,when he held his nanny in his arms, his nanny for god’s sake? He shifted,grateful for the loose fitting pants helping to hide his hardening cock.

“Urm, you can let go of me now. I should see to Mimi.”

Her breathy whisper raised his blood pressure a few more notches and heautomatically pulled her closer, taking a deep breath of her enticing scent.

“Mimi is fine. Have you changed your shampoo?”

“My shampoo?”

“Si, there is something different about you.” His voice soundedrough even to his own ears and she looked, damn, she looked frightened. Herexpressive chocolate brown eyes widened in alarm and her curvy frame trembledin his arms. He forced himself to let her go. What the hell was going on here?

“No, I'm sure I don't know what you mean. I really must go and see to Mimi, excuse me.”

She grabbed the bag along with Mimi’s stroller and looking uncertain fora minute; she straightened her shoulders and walked off in the direction of thekitchen.

Marco shut the front door a little too sharply, his body still tinglingwhere it had touched hers. If he didn’t know better, but no that wasimpossible. She must have just decided to take his orders on board finallyand he was pumped full of adrenaline still following his workout. That was theonly explanation for the sudden primal interest in Mimi’s nanny. She wasstrictly off limits and he needed a long cold shower.

*chuckles to herself*

I do like this story and Marco stands no chance, lol. Neither does Elise it has to be said...

Anyways, must rescue the baby, who I dared put down and is now wide awake of course. And run a bath for the nine year old, who is home from school. She was injured in her very first Rugby tournament yesterday.

*sigh*

Everything hurts today, she says :-(

She is covered in bruises, limping and still has a lump on her head. So much for sport being good for you...

Would love to know what your top distractions are and how you deal with them.

Book Review - Orchid Pink - Toni Sands

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Demure Adelaide hides a passionatenature beneath her elegant gowns. After hiring a delicious new maid, Daisy, shecan’t wait to initiate her into the delights of the orchid house. Thoughresenting paternal pressure to marry businessman Thomas, Adelaide findsexcitement in his touch and his erotic whisperings. Yet, when he reveals hissinister side, she seeks solace elsewhere. Christmas brings snowflakes, also avivid reminder of a heart-wrenching past. Intrigue and obsession rock thisVictorian household as Adelaide’s poignant search for love leads her intostorms. Will she ever bask in the sunshine?

Orchid Pink is available from Amazon UK,Amazon US and All Romance eBooks, as well as other good eBook retailers.

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It took me a while to get into this book, but once I did, I couldn't put it down. I wasn't sure whether I liked Adelaide in the beginning, as she struck me as quite selfish on one hand, whilst fiercely loyal on the other.

Unable to resist her attraction to the new maid, she embarks on an illicit affair. When her father's friend, and the man her father wishes her to marry, stumbles upon the two of them pleasuring each other in the greenhouse, Adelaide is relieved. She thinks that Thomas Mercer will simply slink away and she will be spared with having to make to decision. However, the opposite happens. Thomas starts a determined seduction and Adelaide finds herself agreeing to marry the widower.

His one condition is that all relations between Adelaide and maid Daisy must cease immediately.

And here is where the author lost me for a while. Adelaide is supposed to have strong feelings for Daisy, and she is supposed to be a Lesbian, something she is struggling with, as her wish to conform to the dictates of society, and in particular her wish to protect and please her father, very much influence her behaviour. Yet, she falls for Thomas's charms a bit too easily.

As the story unfolds and we learn more about Adelaide's backstory and once Thomas shows his true colours, I warmed to Adelaide again.

The one constant throughout the book is Adelaide's love for her father and his obvious affection for him. In fact he is one character I was most impressed with in this book. He does have his daughter's best interests at heart. In fact he ensures that his daughter's heritage is settled on her and not her husband, which was a bit unheard of at that time. I really enjoyed the journey he takes in the book.

And Thomas, well, I just love the comeuppance he gets at the end. The further I got into the story, the faster I clicked the pages and I wished a happy ending for Adelaide.

Does she get it? Well, you will have to read the book. I will say there were some interesting twists towards the end I wasn't expecting.

All in all I really enjoyed this book and the author did a great job at getting the reader emotionally invested in the characters. Especially as I didn't particularly like Adelaide to start with and towards the end she does something, that, whilst in keeping with the time period, really made me not like her much again.

Where the book truly shines is in the amazing descriptions Ms Sands gives. I could visualise every scene very clearly and the attention to detail was amazing.

The one thing that pulled me out of the story a bit, were the at times abrupt scene changes. A few times I had to double back as there was a jump in the time line, which was a shame.

However, I would definitely read another book by this author and the story stayed with me for some time. It is an interesting portrayal of one woman's struggle to be true to her sexuality in a time period that frowned upon homosexuality and where women had no rights to speak of.

Six Sentence Sunday

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Todays snippet comes from Lure Of Forever, which is coming soon from Evernight Publishing.

A little glimpse of my tortured vamp.

This is why he didn't get involvedwith anyone. The heavy feeling in his gut, the tightness in his chest, thebitter disappointment that coursed through his veins slicing them open, untilit felt as though acid was fueling his body.

He'd saved her life and all she sawwas a monster. It had taken all his centuries' worth of control to stop thebloodlust invading every one of his senses last night, when he'd entered herhouse. She had lain in a pool of her own blood on the bathroom floor, everybeat of her heart draining the life force out of her. The bloody imprint of herhead on the side of the bath, a testament to what must have happened.

Check out the other Authors participating in Six Sentence Sunday here.

Winners of the Bloghop Giveaways

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Thank you everyone once again for making The Blog Hop Of Love and The Valentines Day Blog Hop such a success. I loved meeting you all :-)

So without further ado, the winners are :

Blog Hop Of Love - Christine A. (chosen by the TBR Pile)

Valentines Day Blog Hop - Shannon Leigh (chosen with the help of Random.org)

Congratulations!

Watch out for more giveaways next month. I have several books releasing and naturally will have to celebrate with you all :-)

Happy Valentines!

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I just wanted to wish you all a Happy Valentines :-)

Wherever you are, whether you celebrate it or not, whether you have your significant other with you or not, even if you haven't got a significant other, we all have someone in our lives we can be thankful for on this day. I'm a bit of cynic about the whole commercialism that goes with Valentines Day, but the old romantic in me loves the sentiment behind it all.

Love is a powerful emotion and worth celebrating, be that love for a spouse, child, parent, sibling or even a pet. So, whoever you share Valentines Day with, I hope you make it a good one.

For me, well, it's half term, so all the kids are off. Not so much romantic day, but UN peace keeping going on in this house. Hubby is at work, so it's just another day here. We do have the wine in the fridge, but will we get to use it? Hmmm...

We reminisce about days gone by, when planning a romantic evening wasn't a military operation of timing some 'us' time, which inevitably gets thwarted by the amazing non sleeping baby!

Ho hum, and all that - the thought is there.

Don't forget to enter the Blog Hop Of Love and the Valentines Blog Hop for a chance to win one of my books and check out the other authors. There are some fantastic goodies up for grabs. Today is the last day to enter. There are some free Valentines reads to be had on The Nuthouse Scribblers including one from yours truly and some pointers to get you in the mood for a romantic time here.

I will leave you with a little hot something I wrote for Valentines - enjoy...

Thelightly scented note in his lunchbox was a surprise. The contents even more so.

Meetme after work tonight. 7.00 pm Hotel Ibis, room 212.

S x

Hesmirked and picked up his phone to call her. Damn it, it went straight to voicemail. His eldest just laughed when he rang her.

"I'm not saying anything. Just do asyou're told for once. Kids are taken care of. Got to go, bye dad."

Asthe day wore on, he wondered about that note and his wife's insistence that hetake the car that morning. What had she planned for them? Clearly something she didn't want him allsweaty for. His smirk grew bigger and anticipation made him clumsy. He swore ashe dropped the files and adjusted his trousers. Right on cue his phone beeped.

"Areyou hot for me yet? Are you wondering what I have planned?"

Heran an unsteady hand through his hair and swore under his breath, causing hiswork colleague to look at him with a frown.

Shit,man, control yourself.

Herphone once again went straight to voicemail and he groaned. She was so going topay for this. Erotic images crossed his mind and he was grateful for the coverof the desk.

Hisphone beeped again.

"Areyou picturing me naked? Wet and wanting? Waiting for your cock to fillme?"

Hegave a strangled cough and concentrated on slowing down his breathing. Damn thewoman. It had been a while and he was going to come in his trousers sat in hiswork chair at this rate.

Thephone beeped again and he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Ihope you like your girls naughty, cause this little girl has been verynaughty."

Ashadow fell over his desk and he jumped at the annoyed voice of his boss.

"Areyou listening to me Andy? I need those cuts made by tomorrow. You're notleaving until it's done."

"Butit's Valentines Day. I have to be somewhere," he grumbled his response tothe boss' retreating back. Wasn't that just fucking great. Nothing like theboss to deflate his hard on in seconds. And she would kill him if he was late.

Heworked feverishly for the next few hours, mindful of the deadline.

"Don’tbe late!"

Thattext had him swearing out loud.

Somehowhe made it to the hotel with a minute to spare. The receptionist just smiled,when he gave his name and handed him the key card to room 212.

Allwas quiet on the other side of that hotel room door. He opened the door andstepped into the room. Low lighting centred on the single chair in the middleof the room and his breathing sped up, seeing the handcuffs attached to the armrests. His palms grew sweaty and his dick rose when he heard her husky voicecalling to him from the shadows.

"Abouttime, sit down."

Histongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, seeing the stockinged leg slink roundthe side of the floor-length curtain. It ended in fire red six inch heels,which would make her taller than him. She must have been practicing. Apart fromthe slightest wobble, she stood proud and tall—the thigh high stockings a starkcontrast to the pale flesh of her upper legs. He sat down with a thump, as shesauntered towards him, the micro skirt revealing enticing glances of black,lacy underwear. A see through white blouse, tied under her breasts, showed offher breasts, pushed up in a lacy bra concoction that had all his blood surgesouth. The school girl outfit was completed with the pigtails, a few strandsleft to come loose, twirled into her cleavage.

Hetook an involuntary step towards her and she shook her head and ran one fingerdown his chest, where his heart was going into overdrive. She trailed thatfinger over his abdomen and across the bulge in his trousers. She licked herlips and cupped his aching balls.

"My,what have we here, big boy?"

Shelaughed at his groan of a response and gave him a shove that catapulted himinto the chair. In the blink of an eye she had his wrists cuffed to the armrests and he closed his eyes, when she rubbed her breasts across his face.Before he could retaliate by kissing the enticing globes in front of him, shewithdrew. Their eyes locked and she ran a hand slowly down her front until shereached the lacy barrier at her crotch. His eyes followed that movementhungrily and he groaned when she dipped her fingers under the elastic andspread her legs wider.

"I'mso wet for you. How badly do you want me?"

Beforehe could respond she withdrew her fingers and slid them in his mouth. He tastedher unique essence as she straddled him, rubbing her moist core over his cockstraining against the confines of his trousers. She kissed him deeply, twirlingher tongue with his, whilst her hands travelled under his shirt and teased hisflat nipples. Her hips continued their erotic dance across his cock, faster andfaster, driving him crazy with need and want.

"Jesus,baby, I want you." He grunted the words, itching to touch the lusciouscurves on his lap, but she simply laughed and withdrew. He swallowed twice, asshe carefully unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged out of it with infiniteslowness. Her bra and skirt followed until she stood in front of him in nothingbut her thong, stockings and heels. She produced a silk tie from behind herback and blindfolded him.

Heheard the sound of his zipper and felt her cool hand on his erect flesh, beforehe entered the warm haven of her mouth. She bit down slightly and his cocksurged upwards. Just as she took him deep, the alarm went off!

Author Interview with Jorja Lovett

2012-02-13T00:00:00.000-08:00

Please join me ingiving a warm welcome to the luscious Jorja Lovett, whose debut novella PyramidOf Passion is now available from Breathless Press.

Blurb:

Rosie Carter can't decide – shouldshe act on her feelings for her real-life co-worker or lose herself in thefantasy of her Ancient Egyptian lover?

Rosie Carter starts her night shift at the museumby finding the security guard, Nick, screwing a redhead in the office. Runningfrom her attraction to him, she distracts herself with the newly acquiredAncient Egyptian exhibit.

The Gold of Valor catches her eye—a pendantbestowed on the Pharaoh's soldier, Edifu. Its mystical powers transport herinto the bedroom of the man himself, who thinks she's a gift from the gods andworships her with his mouth, his tongue...

She discovers the joy of sex and a newfoundconfidence with her hunky warrior, and she's caught between her fantasy lifeand dull reality. When Nick starts to show his true feelings toward her, Rosiehas to decide what it is she really wants.

*pulls out chairfor Jorja*

Thank you kindly

Make yourself athome, Jorja. Btw, I read your sexy Egyptian in one sitting and I must say hecheered me up royally when I was full of a cold ;-) Every girl should have oneI reckon!

He certainlyknows how to get a girl hot, doesn't he <grin> I'm glad he was able toput a smile on your face and actually I could do with him now… Aachoo!

Q.Can you tell us abit about yourself?

I'm amild-mannered housewife by day and a purveyor of smut by night. That's how myother half describes me anyway.

Purveyor of smut, I love it!

Q.What made youwrite ‘this’ story?

It was a storythat has been in my head for a while, since I visited the Tutankhamunexhibition in London a few years ago. Believe it or not this started out as achildren's story lol The whole idea of the Gold Valor of necklace transportingsomeone back to Egypt was something that just wouldn't leave me but writing theadult version was way more fun!

Q.I love the cover!How much input do you get into ensuring the cover fits, and does it?

Lol I torturedthem until I had it exactly the way I wanted it. I'm totally in love with myEgyptian and because he's such a strong, imposing figure, I had very definiteviews on what he should look like. It's important to the author that theircover is in keeping with the characters and I'm lucky that Breathless Pressindulged me and listened to my ideas until he was perfect.

Q.Describe atypical day’s writing for us

Hmm, it usuallystarts with a cup of tea followed by important internet 'research'. I'll scribblefor a bit in a notebook then I'll stick the kettle on again. Check forimportant e-mails, then force myself to write at least 1k before I succumb toFacebook and Twitter. Repeat this pattern until it's time to do the school run,then a quick tidy up before hubby comes home. The glamour!

Lol, I know. A far cry from the glamorous life folks seem to think romance writers lead.

Q.What inspiresyou?

I get inspirationfrom all around – a face in a crowd, a drive in the country or a story in thenews – and my dirty mind does the rest ;)

Q.If you weren’t awriter what would you be?

Definitelysomething creative. I studied Art and Photography at school and I used to sellpaintings and handicrafts to local shops. I have restless hands and anoveractive imagination!

Q.Do yourcharacters ever surprise you?

All the time. Iusually have a vague plan of where I am going with a story and like littledevils on my shoulder, they'll suddenly chirp something naughty in my ear. TakeNick the security guard for example. At the beginning of my story, I just hadRosie pushing her cleaning cart around the museum but good old Nick decided itwould be better if she caught him balls deep in another woman. And whaddayaknow, that became quite a memorable scene J

And what a scene it is!

Q.What could not dowithout when you’re writing?

I know mostpeople these days just use their laptops to write but I have to have a notebookand pen and write my story in longhand first. I'm very particular about mynotebooks and pens though!

It amazes me that you craft your stories by long hand, but I'm very glad you do, cause I love this story!

Q.What words ofwisdom do you have for the aspiring authors out there?

Try and ridyourself of that 'I'll never be any good' mentality. We all go through it butthe only way to succeed is to persevere.

Q.Where do you seeyourself in ten year’s time?

Sitting by thepool in my Spanish villa, still writing, but with a cabana boy to bring me colddrinks and inspiration.

Q.Do you have afavourite quote?

My favouritequote at the moment came from an author on Twitter – 'Don't underestimate theimportance of mulling'. I like it because I spend about 75% of my time mullingover where I want to take my characters before I actually put pen to paper.It's also an effective procrastination technique…

That's a great quote, and so true!

Q.Do you eversuffer from writer’s block?

Usually aroundthe second chapter! I always spend more time on the first chapter and I knowhow the story will end but I tend to lose it in the middle for a while. I haveto take time out at this stage and try to let the story form organically in myhead, rather than forcing it.

Q.What other bookscan your readers look forward to?

My next book, InHer Element, is out in March as part of The Blood Bar Chronicles. It tells thestory of unassuming Ana Chapman who meets up with Fire Elemental, Zanaan on onefateful night in Scotland. He certainly gives her the taste of excitement she'sbeen looking for!

I'm also pleasedto say, Evernight are going to publish my full length contemporary romance,Into the Wild in April *squee*

Squee indeed. You're in for a treat, folks. I was fortunate to read Into the Wild in its draft form and it's hawt!

And finally canyou share an excerpt with us?

Anything for youDoris xx

Pyramid ofPassion

"Hmm. Your strangeattire would indeed appear ineffective armor for the Goddess of War. If you arenot the Goddess herself and she has not sent you, then perhaps Qadesh? Such agift from the Goddess of sexual pleasure would surely increase a mortal's prowesson the battlefield tenfold." He drew a thick fingertip from the hollow ofher throat to the zipper on her smock. Rosie had gone from Goddess to sex toyin one fell swoop.

That channel of need Nick'searlier performance opened up now swelled within her at another's touch.Adrenaline buzzed through her eradicating rational thought and she clung tofacts where she could find them. "You're a soldier?" she asked.

"Yes. In King Rameses'Army." He rasped the zipper up and down in wonder, exposing and coveringher goose-pimpled skin until she wanted to rip the damn thing off herself.

When she set aside thepleasures of her flesh for a moment, the importance of his words filtered intoher brain. His obsession with the simple metal fastener of her top coupled withthe exotic dreamscape forced her to ask the question, "What is yourname?"

"Edifu." With onefinal tug, he unzipped her uniform and pushed it from her shoulders.

Okay! If, somehow this whacky set-up could possibly be real,was she really ready to leap into bed with the first Ancient Egyptian soldierto try it on with her?

Large hands cupped herbreasts through the white cotton of her bra. When he bent to kiss her full onthe mouth, she gave herself over to the moment. If, on the other hand, this wasall fantasy, why deny herself a starring role?

"By the Gods, you are atrue beauty." His husky voice on her lips commanded a rush of liquiddesire to flood south.

How long since aman paid me a compliment? Kissed me with such reverence? Too long. She returned the passionate kisswith interest; let her hands explore the broad expanse of warrior chestavailable to her.

The humidity of the nightcombined with the radiating heat between their responsive bodies, soon becametoo much to bear. Besides, she couldn't wait until Eddie here figured out thecomplexities of the modern bra clasp. Under his lust-filled watch, Rosiedivested from the remainder of her clothes.

He took a step closer andshe shivered in his shadow. Masterful male fingers palmed her uncoveredbreasts, his sun-kissed skin in relief against her porcelain complexion, andstroked a thumb across her nipple. It stood to attention and he rewarded it bysealing his mouth around the pink tip. Gasps of delight seeped from her when hesuckled and his tongue joined in the courtship.

Powerful arms lifted her andcarried her over to the bed to lay her on the virginal white linen sheets.Totally at his mercy, she was enjoying every sinful second. For however brief aspell, she would revel in her womanhood and experience this man with pureabandon.

She reached for hisgranite-hard cock. He caught her searching hand and pinned it to the bed aboveher head. With a sensual smile he started a slow descent along her body,marking a path with a trail of wet kisses. Starting with her mouth, he moveddown the center of her body, diverting only to pay homage to one unattendedbreast. Goddess or not, soldier boy seemed intent on worshipping her.

….

Closingstatement, any links etc.

Thanks to youDoris, I'm now planning on marketing this as a cure for the common cold J

Pyramid of Passion is available on Amazon for only £1.30/ $2.06! http://www.amazon.co.uk/Pyramid-of-Passion-ebook/dp/B00761F27M/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1328517415&sr=8-1

http://www.amazon.com/Pyramid-of-Passion-ebook/dp/B00761F27M/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1328742084&sr=8-1

Jorja can be found on Facebook http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100003120391259

Her blog http://jorja-lovett.blogspot.com/?zx=beb701e3e89fc951

And on Twitter @jorjalovett

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Thanks so much for stopping by Jorja.

Now, folks, go on, what are you waiting for? Youknow you want a piece of him, don't you?

*sniggers*

Six Sentence Sunday

2012-02-12T00:00:00.000-08:00

Today I am bringing you a hot six from Little Miss Frigid Knickers.

My contribution to the Virgins Behaving Badly Anthology, coming soon from Evernight Publishing.

The growled command stoppedher instantly and he lifted her off the bike with effortless ease. “The nexttime you come it’ll be with my cock inside you.”

Heaven help her, those wordsought to be appalling her, but, instead of slapping his face, her newlyawakened libido made her cling to him like a limpet. She ground her hipsshamelessly into the huge ridge straining his jeans and the grip on her armsgrew painful.

“Don’t play with me, Summer.You will lose this game.”

Valentines Day Blog Hop

2012-02-11T00:00:00.000-08:00

Welcome to my little corner of the Valentines Day Blog Hop :-)

I'm offering one lucky person a copy of one of my available E-books. Click on the covers below to see what they are and to read an excerpt. Then leave me a comment, telling me which one you'd like and why. Make sure to follow this blog and that's it, you're in with a chance. Easy peasy.

On offer are, one Sexy Swede

One domineering Sheik

One Sizzling Italian Firefighter

And the battle of Vamp versus Shifter

You're sure to find something up there to take your fancy, right?
As you can probably tell from that collection, I can never make up my mind which hero is sexier, so I just write them all ;-)

Don't forget to check out the other participating authors here. There are lots of books and other goodies up for grab.

Hop away, go on.

Go crazy, but leave a comment first :-)

Some suggestions for Valentines from Natalie Baum

2012-02-10T16:36:00.000-08:00

Natalie asked me for some time on my blog at Valentines and reading what she has to say, well... I had to share it with you all.

Enjoy, but be warned....

you may need to do some research ;-)

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Hello there, ladies! I'm toe-curling glad to be here guestblogging. Thank you, Doris for allowing me to share some sensory overloadlovemaking suggestions with your loyal readers in honor of the upcoming lovers'holiday!

Now settle in all you sexy vixens, and get your pen and paperready because when I read the following tips for the first time, I found myselfimmediately in need of a cold shower. Who am I kidding? Why would I hop into ashower alone when uncorking a spicybottle of Chianti sounds so much more satifsfying? Especially if you factor inan exotic chocolate bar with that bottle.

One tip that I found particularly interesting involved bathingtogether in a bathtub before getting naked together. As much as I hope you'veheard this suggestion before, I must say I think it bears repeating due to thefact that Valentines' Day is on a Tuesday this year…meaning you can startcelebrating Saturday night and then again on Sunday and Monday and let's notforget Tuesday. If you talk your man into bathing with you every single one ofthose nights—girl! You no longer need my help with sex advice WHATSOEVER!

If however, you are new to the bathtub duet, I suggest thishelpful idea. Always blindfold your partner prior to undressing in front of himand stepping into the bathtub. Just think of all of those bubbles ever soperfectly hiding your significant bodyparts. Why let him view your sexy sexy before inching his way up your calf andworking his way slowly towards it under water with his fingertips? Don't cheatyourself of his sensual, hungry touch, girl! Proper foreplay is an integralpart of any stellar lovemaking session. Allow your time together in the bathtubto exactly serve this purpose.

Once you've both got your fill of sudsing-up and wish to dry off,step out of the tub, taking time to wrap one another in warm, fluffy towels.Yes, it's time to move into the budoir but no it's not time to let him climb ontop of you. No way! You still deserve more foreplay than that ladies! Trust me,the more pre-sex activities the better your juicy after-flow of appreciation—ifyou get my drift.

So yes, head for the bed and certainly stay naked together. Butrather than simply hopping into the dirty deed, surprise your man by instructinghim to roll over on his stomach and then proceeding to climb on top of him.Show him you know how to properly use your hands by bestowing him with a backmassage. Blow his mind by whipping out a bottle of massage lubricant, ensuringhe catches a glimpse of it before dripping it across his back. Don't fret, thismassage is just as much for your pleasure as for his, simply remember to leanforward brushing your breasts across his bare flesh often and regularly. Thisdelicate sweeping, circling motion is sure to set your nipples a blaze!

As much as I would love to be able to lay claim to this helpfulinformation, sure to result in hot lovemaking, Cosmopolitan magazine actuallycollected these tips and initially shared them. You can find the full articleat: http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/tips-moves/favorite-sex-tips-positions-2

Don’t worry about hurting my feelings if you find yourself longingto go there and read the low-down on what I've mentioned. Extensive research isthe first step to all-night sensational sex as far as I'm concerned!

Should you find yourselves yearning to read even spicier lovemakingand dating tips please visit my website at www.nataliebaum.com.

You can also check out my favorite saucy, sassy chef in my newbook Callie Mallory Chicago Adventure @ Noble Romance: (https://www.nobleromance.com/Authors/207/Natalie-Baum) whenadditional hot and sexy physical tips are desired.

Happy Valentines' Day, everybody! Here's to all of us getting steamy, hot,sweaty sex as often as we like over the next five days!

Hugs and kisses,

Natalie Baum

Blog Hop Of Love

2012-02-08T15:53:00.000-08:00

Isn't that a wonderful title for a Blog Hop?

TBR's Blog Hop of Love!

Feb. 9th - Feb. 14th.
10 book winners and 1 $20.00 Amazon winner!

Sounds fab, right?

All you have to do to win is leave a comment.Comment on all the blogs taking part and you will receive three extra entriesinto the BIG price, provided by The To Be Read Pile.

So, go on. What are you waiting for? Off you hop!

There are some great books up for grabs. I'mthrowing my sexy firefighter into the mix.

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?

Excerpt

Kitty’s heart beat a strange staccato against herbreastbone. What had possessed her to slip back into her school girl outfit,she would never know. Yet here she was, dressed like some third-rate hooker,about to embark on a one night stand. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, sheknocked on the door of Alex’s hotel room. All was quiet on the other side, andshe was just about to turn round when the door opened; and Kitty’s greetingstuck in her throat.
Dressed in nothing but low ridingjeans, Alex smiled at her, and she hastily wrenched her eyes upwards from theincredible abs on display. Covered with a light dusting of chest hair thattrailed down to his jeans, they would give any model a run for his money, andKitty swallowed. Dressed he was bad enough, but like this he was breathtaking,and judging by that lazy smile he knew it, too.
“Room service around here justkeeps on getting better.” Alex’s husky voice raised goose bumps on her exposedskin. “Coming in?”
He hooked one finger under her chinand tugged the end of her shirt tails with the other hand, forcing her to takea step toward him.
“I-I shouldn’t be here, really. I’mnot sure why I’m even here.” Kitty mumbled the words, and heat spread into hercheeks.
Alex merely smiled and pulled hercloser still. “Liar, we both know why you’re here. Question is, my naughtylittle girl, will you step through the door and expand your curriculum?” Alex’sheated whispers against her ear sent her heart into overdrive, and she leantinto his warmth.  His clean, male scent wrapped itself round her senses,and her stomach flip-flopped in delicious anticipation. It had been so longsince any man had held her. That had to be the reason for her immediatereaction to this man.
“Well, Sir, that all depends whatyou have in mind, because I have been very naughty.”
Alex went very still at her breathystatement, and Kitty bit her lip. Has she read this wrong? Was he not up for alittle role-play? She hesitantly raised her eyes to his face to read hisexpression, and the heat in his gaze scorched her skin.
“So, I’ve heard. Come here, andtake your punishment.” His deep voice had dropped several octaves, and hegrabbed her by the wrist and spun her into the room. The door clicked shut, thesound loud in the quiet room, and before she could even blink, he had herpinned against the wall. One jeans clad thigh spread her legs wide, and heraised her hands high above her head, whilst his other hand blazed a trail ofheat along her exposed tummy. His mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss, andshe opened to his quiet demand automatically. His tongue found hers in anerotic dance that left her jelly-legged, breathless, and grateful for his bigbody holding her up against the wall.
He groaned his approval when shekissed him back, and he deepened the kiss, his fingers slowly slipping south,until they dipped under the elastic of her thong.
“My, you are a naughty girl. Whathave we here?”
He chuckled into her neck, andKitty gasped when he thrust one finger into her wet core.
“So wet already, and we’ve onlyjust started.” He flicked her clitoris once, and the slight pain caused arenewed burst of moisture to coat his fingers as he inserted another fingerinto her and found her g-spot. Kitty moaned into his shoulder as sensationsbuilt deep inside her core, and he licked himself down the column of her throattowards her breast. She screamed when he bit one nipple through the shirt andbra and thrust her hips at him, desperate to reach the release his talentedfingers were driving her toward.
“Not so fast. You’re beingpunished, remember.”
Alex smiled and withdrew hisfingers.  He licked each digit in turn, murmuring his approval and thenstepped back, his heated gaze roaming over her body. Kitty clenched her thighstogether in a vain effort to relieve the hot ache in her pussy.
“Spread your legs, naughty girl.”Alex growled the demand, and Kitty’s eyes widened at the steely determinationshe saw in his face. “You will not come until I give you permission. Do youhear me?”
“Yes.”  Good God, does thatporn star voice really belong to me?
Alex’s eyes narrowed, and Kittyautomatically dropped her gaze. She licked her lips, seeing the huge erectionstraining the flies of his jeans. Ohmy. He was clearly as turnedon as she by their little game. But how far would he take this? And did shetrust him enough to find out?
“Yes, what?” His deep voice held anedge of steel, and she bit back her moan. That voice alone would send her overthe edge. Who’d have thought a little role-play could be so erotic?
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now strip – slowly.”
Alex’s voice brooked no argument,and Kitty hastened to comply. She fumbled with the tails of her blouse untilAlex stepped forward and ripped the thing clean off her.
“Not that slowly.”
His eyes wicked, he unhooked herbra and sent that, too, flying. He whistled his approval as her breasts fellfree. He cupped each mound in turn, and spun her around and toward the doublebed, which took up one side of the hotel room. The slap on her ass took her bysurprise, and she yelped. He soothed the sting with his large hand massagingher ass cheeks, and he chuckled into her neck.
His fingers once again dipped intoher wet folds, and she froze when he inserted one digit, slick with her juices,into her anus.  Heaven help her, that felt way too good. Heat spreadacross her skin, and Alex bit into her earlobe, as his fingers continued theirerotic dance in and out of her forbidden passage, and her body betrayed herarousal by a renewed gush of moisture between her legs.
“That’s my naughty girl.” Alex’serratic breathing into her neck pitched her own arousal sky high, and she putup no resistance when he urged her onto the bed, his naked, warm, torso heatingher back.
“Get on all fours for me.”

Now that I got you all hot and bothered, go check out the rest of the books on offer. You won't be disappointed!


Hop, hop, and away, go on, hop!



But leave a comment first! 

Guest blog - Social Media by Lee Brazil

2012-02-08T00:00:00.000-08:00

SocialMedia

Lee,You're Doin' It Wrong

Hi, I’m Lee Brazil, and I am a Face Book Addict. *sips coffee, blushes* It's true. I get up in the morning and log on while Iwatch the sun rise. Before I drink my first cup of coffee I'm checking my friends'status updates, chuckling at Lolcat pics and sighing over hotties.

I joined Face Book and a few other social media sites because peopletold me it was necessary for a writer to connect electronically- with readers,with publishers, with reviewers, with other writers.

I’m not sure this is what they had in mind. I think they meant forme to use Face Book as a tool. I can useFace Book to share my work, whether for publicity, fun, or feedback. I occasionally post an excerpt from somethingI'm working on, usually a few lines only, sometimes a full paragraph ormore. This serves many purposes,sometimes it gives us all a chuckle- sometimes it intrigues people enough topick up my work, and sometimes, it serves to get me out of a corner I'vewritten myself into. Seeking advice from others would be a laudable use of FaceBook, I'm sure.

Except 95% of the time, that's not what I'm doing.

*sighs, sips coffee*

I wish I could be virtuous and claim that my time on Face Book is inthe best interests of my work, but I can't tell that blatant a lie. *blushes*If I thought I could get away with it, I would, but...The truth is that somedays, looking at the hotties and chuckling at the lolcats, sipping on my coffeeand posting songs in lieu of status updates is the best it gets. I flip back and forth, looking at my blankpage, checking my email and gravitating back to Face Book.

I know. That's wrong. I should only go to Face Book if I'veaccomplished my word goal for the day. Problemis...Face Book isn't the only problem. The web is full of glitterydistractions. Here's my list of my TopFive Time Wasters- web places I go when I need to procrastinate...(Ya likethat? Need to procrastinate...not want, need...)

TOP FIVE TIME WASTERS

1. Face Book- (Find me there!)

2. You Tube –

3. Damn You Autocorrect

4. Blogspot ( I write mine, I readhundreds of others that I follow)

5. Goodreads

( I know, lists like this should really beTop Tens, but you have to keep some secrets, you know?) So, there you haveit...the answer to that age old question, what are you going to do withyourself all day when you retire? I'm going to tell everyone I'm writing anovel, then I'm going to waste time on Face Book all day. You come see me there, we can hang out,listen to music and drink virtual coffee while chuckling at silly cat picturesand drooling over sexy photos.

Truthor Dare #4 – Taking the Dare

Blurb

Morgan Hawkeis happy with the status of his relationship with Dan Blake. After three years though,Dan's ready to move their relationship to the next level.

Having seenhis brothers find love and settle into family life, Dan Blake has realized he'sready for change. The only problem with that is that his lover prefers tomaintain the status quo. Dan's up for the challenge of changing Morgan's mind.He's got plans, and he's used to working behind the scenes to get his way.

Morgan can'tunderstand the changes he sees in Dan. They've come a long way from the officeof the bar where they met, but he's not sure he's ready to move theirrelationship from the shadows to the front pages. Publicity is okay for Dan,he's got the weight of the Blakes behind him, but Morgan isn't sure he's readyto let go of the past he's been clinging to.

Can Dan manipulate a happy ending for this script?

Want more?

Here's an Excerpt

"Hey, baby." Dan's call from several feet away sent a dashof cold water in Morgan's face. He shivered.

"Hey," his weak, hollow voice surprised Morgan. Earlier,in their room, hearing Dan call him "baby" had excited him. Now, hisstomach churned a bit and the bitter, strong coffee Dan preferred sat likelead. At a loss, Morgan nervously shredded the buttery croissant on the tablein front of him. He'd often wondered if Dan intentionally confused him,flipping from hot to cold, sweet to acid. But even for Dan this weekend'sbehavior was different.

At first he'd attributed Dan's strange attitude to his long absence,worried that Dan was through with him, maybe searching for a way to let himdown easily. The weekend had put those doubts to rest, but now Dan's openattitude made him nervous.

To his shock, Dan leaned over to kiss his cheek lightly in greetingbefore sliding into the chair opposite him. He panicked over that while Dansipped his coffee and grimaced. Morgan shook his head, trying to make sense ofthe other man's lack of discretion and became aware that Dan smiled at himpeculiarly.

"What?" Something itched at the back of Morgan's mind.Inconceivable as it seemed, Dan was acting, putting on a show, playing a rolefor Morgan. Why?

"You're white. What's wrong, baby?"

Morgan floundered for an answer. Dan knew bloody fucking well whatwas wrong. He was playing with Morgan, toying with him for some unknown reason,and Morgan was off balance.

Fuck. The waiter approached to refill their cups, and surely he'dheard Dan's endearment? The young manremained expressionless as he topped up their coffee, and then silentlyindicated Morgan's shredded breakfast. Morgan nodded. His mouth was dry, and hedoubted he could swallow anything anyway. The waiter scooped up the plate andleft without speaking.

"Dan, someone will to hear you." He managed in feeble protest.Sometimes being Dan Blake's lover was awesome. When you were the sole focus ofthose intent green eyes, the object of his attention, it was fucking glorious.But then, Dan was also a selfish bastard and an unmitigated prick at times.Like that nasty comment the other day about Morgan running when Dan called.Truth be told, he probably did run when Dan called, but mostly because hewanted very much to see Dan.

"Do you care if they do?"

He glared at Dan, grateful for the shades that hid his emotions, theflare of anger. Dan didn't have to care. The Blakes had it all. Studio, money,acceptance in society, it was all theirs by virtue of being born Blakes. Theydidn't have to worry about ever working, courting the right kind of publicityand appeasing the fickle public. They didn't have to worry about hurtingsomeone they cared about. Above all else, the Blakes stood together, unitedagainst public scrutiny. They stared down adverse publicity, weathered scandal,together. He didn't have that.

Bio

I’m an avid reader and former teacher ofgrammar and composition who believes that falling in love is the grandestadventure anyone can have. In a nutshell,that’s every story I have to tell.

Relocating from the crazy pace of life inSouthern California's Orange County to the beautiful and leisurely atmosphereof the Illinois countryside has given me the time to indulge the desire towrite that I set aside when I started teaching fourteen years ago. Readers canfind out more about me and my writing by visiting me at my blog, Lee's Musings or finding me on Facebook. Feel free to drop me a line at lee.brazil@ymail.com

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Six Sentence Sunday

2012-02-05T00:46:00.000-08:00

Today my six come Goldie And Her Bears, a naughty nursery rhyme, due for release March 30th with Breathless Press

“Hmm,very sweet indeed. I do like my porridge sweet. What do you say Master J?”

Goldie’sheart fell to her stomach at the sight of the tall, imposing man stepping upfrom behind Catalina. His golden eyes zeroed in on Catalina’s fingers, beforethey settled on Goldie, and she once again forgot to breathe.

“Leave Goldilocks tome."

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New Cover Art

2012-01-31T11:32:00.000-08:00

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.

Release date for Goldie

2012-01-30T15:28:00.000-08:00

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

March 30th

*squee*

So, naturally I had to shout about it.

Take one very human girl. Add threebear shifters and one BDSM club. Shake well. What do you get? Lots of deliciousfun.

When Goldie Lockwood receives anexplicit note, signed by none other than the man she fell head over clit inlust with on first sight, there is only one thing she can do – obey. After all she is dying to find out what goeson behind closed doors at the exclusive BDSM club.

Having his Goldilocks pounced on byhis brother and sister had not been in Jason Stanhope's plan, even if thelittle human's responsiveness blows the triplets away. Porridge, chairs, beds,she tries them all.

But, can she be the sweet sub theyneed? 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 anexcerpt

Threepairs of identical, heavy-lidded, chocolate eyes settled on Goldie, and shebacked away nervously, until her back bumped against the steel door. Thecoolness seeping into her back served to confirm that she was indeed here andnot in her cozy bed, having the most erotic CEO dream ever.

“She’snot our sub, Jacob. She’s mine!”Jason ground the words out through gritted teeth.

Jacobwhistled under his breath, and Catalina narrowed her eyes. Jason, however,advanced toward Goldie with the lazy, long limbed gait she’d admired in theoffice. Unlike at the office though, all his attention was focused on her.Goldie’s body reacted with embarrassing predictability. Her nipples puckeredagainst the thin satin of her dress, and she clamped her thighs together tostop the renewed rush of moisture from trickling down her leg. He stopped soclose to her that their thighs touched. She dropped her gaze to escape theintensity of his, and settled it on the intricate tattoo on his leftshoulder. She hadn’t gotten a close lookat it in the office but, now she could see it was two bears entwined. The imagewould have been extremely erotic, had it been two humans.

Herbody lit up under Jason’s intense scrutiny and when he leaned down and inhaleddeeply, she closed her eyes again. For some reason that really turned her on.

“Thankyou for following my instructions so exactly. I hope you had a pleasant journeyhere.”

Hisdeep baritone washed over her senses, and she nodded. His smile of approval showedthrough 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 herdisappointed moan.

“Notso fast, Goldilocks.”

“Wha—what?And that’s not my name.” She tried to inject some authority into hervoice, she really did, but Miss Pornstar seemed to have re-emerged, so she gaveup and simply looked at him. The business suits he’d worn to the office eversince that first day hinted at the powerful physique underneath. Seeing him upthis 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 gointo cardiac arrest. It was every secret fantasy she’d ever harbored timesthree. The man of her dreams, plus his equally wet-dream-inducing brother, andtheir stunningly beautiful sister. Her gaze darted involuntarily to Catalina,and their eyes locked. Jacob chuckled. Jason took a step away from Goldie andlooked over his shoulder with a sigh.

“Maybeour sub after all, bro.” Jacob’s amused drawl shook Goldie out her trance likestate and heat stained her cheeks.

“I’mno one’s sub.” Her voice was still far too breathy, and she couldn’t bringherself to look at any of them. But, there, she said it. They would have to lether go. She knew that much at least. They couldn’t keep her here against herwill—they wouldn’t.

Theclick clack of Catalina’s heels on the floor announced her stepping closer, andGoldie’s nerves came back with a vengeance. She edged sideways until she bumpedinto Jacob. He drew her into his side with one arm, his breath hot on her neck,as he whispered, “Oh yes, you are.”

Catalina’swhip whispered past Goldie’s shoulder, and she shrieked and darted towardsJason. Jacob growled at Catalina, and Cat smiled.

“Sucha lot of fuss. Well, I’ll leave her to you two for now. You know where I am, ifyou need me. And you will need me.” Catalina turned to face Goldie, andshe was grateful for Jason’s reassuring warmth at her back and the strong armsholding her up. “I can smell you from here, little sub. When you’re fed upplaying with the boys, come and find me—you know you want to.”

Six Sentence Sunday 1/29

2012-01-29T01:00:00.000-08:00

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.

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An interview with Jade

2012-01-28T00:00:00.000-08:00

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?

BLURB:

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 whenJade’s husband returns and their oasis returns to desert. Can they surviveapart now that they have tasted true love?

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

Questions:

1. So you’re the infamous, sexaddicted 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 myhusband.

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

If you met him, you’dunderstand. I’m an object to him. An annoyance and it broke my heart a longtime ago.

3. So, who is this Ryan wekeep 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 SevenDays in Jade is about?

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

5. Sounds hot?

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

6.Is there a happy ending inyour future?

*Sigh* I don’t know. I hope so. You’ll have to read SevenDays In Jade and find out.

Excerpt

Handcuffs are a girls best friend. In my newnovella Seven Days In Jade, she learns this first hand from the sexy privateinvestigator Ryan. Of course with the hot sweaty nights comes the guilt andheartbreak. Jade is cheating on her husband with Ryan but her marriage is lessthan happy. Below is a sneak peek into the third part of this story - Tie meThursday.

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

Jade laughed instantly. "Why thank you. I’d rather have you looklower."

He did, she was blessedly bare and spread her legs wickedly as hewatched. He also spotted the ankle bracelet he’d given her the day after theirfirst kiss.

"It’s my turn for rules." Her voice was husky, body creamingalready.

"Baby, as long as I get to you fuck you before sunrise, you canmake 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 herlips again. Her fingers drummed on the smooth black material that covered partof her body while her toes curled in nervous anticipation. "I want you toundress."

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.

Anna Keraleigh's Website

Happy Dance - Or how to turn a day around

2012-01-24T02:32:00.000-08:00

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 inforever. Not Lucas. He has an escaped demon to hunt and no time for the folliesof humankind. When strip-o-gram Coralie arrives on his boat, she awakens humaninstincts long buried, and protecting her becomes of paramount importance.

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

With the demon closing in and the future of humanity in peril willthey 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 :-)

Thecreaking lantern lighting the canal boat suddenly appearing round the cornerannounced her destination. Right, here went nothing. She pushed hersodden strands of chestnut hair out of her face, tossed the useless coffee intothe canal, and straightened her shoulders better to show of her cleavage.

Beforeshe could wrap on the door it swung open and Coralie's jaw hit the floor. Good God, what was going on here?

Theman standing in the open doorway had to be at least six foot three ofsex-on-legs, drop-dead-gorgeous male in tightly packaged designer jeans. Thelight spilling out of the door silhouetted the broad shoulders and muscledtorso, tapering off to lean hips and strong thighs, ending in Italian designershoes. Who wore designer shoes on a blinking canal boat?

Beforeshe could voice that opinion however, the man grabbed her round the waist witha growl that trembled through every fiber of Coralie's body and shoved her intothe bright interior with a muttered French curse. She collided with another, extremely warmmale chest, and looked up into amused silver grey eyes.

"Forgivemy friend Lucas. He's just had some bad news."

Ohwonderful, another mountain of a man. His rugged features held an appreciativesmile as he ran his eyes slowly over her body, before he winked at her and lether go. She stepped back, unease travelling down her spine. The boat was filledwith several more eye watering examples of wannabe Chippendales and oneethereally beautiful blonde woman, who's assessing ice cold blue stare madeCoralie feel as though she was dessert. All too aware of her half naked get upshe wished she'd brought a coat to hide behind. To top it all, she was dripping water on the immaculately polished oakflooring.

"Oh, is it snack time? You couldhave found something cleaner…"

Cleaner?Who did this woman think she was? And what did she mean snack time? The tendrilof unease increased and Coralie shook her head. She shouldn't have watched thatold horror movie last night, clearly. Were those fangs in the woman's mouth? Aquick glance round showed that half of the other people also sported fangs andthe mountain she'd stumbled against didn't look amused anymore. At least hewasn't sporting fake teeth. Thank the Lord for small mercies.

Oh good God, I've walked into a boat fullof 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 positivelymurderous, his moss green eyes glittering in barely suppressed fury as heshoved 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 teethhe was also sporting. Typical, the first man in ages to make her libido sit upand 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 andtried for a seductive smile. The sooner she did her number the better and shecould get away from these – people. Calling the murderous looking hunk, whoseseductive gaze now settled fully on her, a crank pot would probably not earnher a generous tip. "Just tell me who the birthday boy is and I'll be outof your hair."

"Birthdayboy?" He growled the words and butterflies settled in Coralie's stomach.His eyebrows drew together as he glared at her.

Heavenhelp her - that deep, slightly accented voice came straight out of every one ofher fantasies. Too bad the man himself was not only weird but also clearly notthe brightest fish finger in the pack.

"Yes,the birthday boy. Believe it or not, I don't normally run around dressed likeat a third rate hooker." She pointed to her lace up ivory top and shortblack skirt that made up the French maid's outfit; she'd just about managed tosqueeze into. "And I don't go knocking on strange men's doors for the funof it. You booked a strip-o-gram for the birthday boy, so tell me who he is, sothat I can get this over with."

Andplease stop staring at me as though you've never seen boobs before.

Hehad stopped glaring at her during her little speech and his eyes weren't frostyanymore. Quite the opposite in fact, if the way her body reacted to him wasanything to go by. Damn it all, what was wrong with her today? This was all Jerry's fault. She had to findherself a decent job and not rely on Coralie to bail her out all the time – notthat Jerry could be blamed for little Suzie's chicken pox taking a turn for theworse, but still. Now what was he saying?

Itwas 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 breathenormally again. It had to be the fact that she had been caught in the rain inthis ridiculous outfit that made her feel all strange. She was probably comingdown with the flu, yes that had to be it, nothing at all to do with the manaddressing her again in that to die for voice.

"Areyou suggesting I would call a strip-o-gram?"

Hesounded positively offended, whilst mountain behind him erupted into gales oflaughter.

Cover reveal and Giveaway winner

2012-01-23T01:00:00.000-08:00

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 andnodded. “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 handand he raised one eyebrow. “Unless you want me to spank that pretty ass ofyours right now, get moving.”

“You wouldn’t dare, I’m notone of your, your playthings. I’m not into that stuff.” But even as she saidthe words, her breathing got shallower, her nipples bullets against his chestand he leant in closer.

“Liar!” He growled the wordsand she swallowed visibly, backing away from him. Before she could protestfurther, he grabbed her round the waist and swung her over his shoulder. Thebreath whooshed out of her, when she landed her to die for butt next to hisface, 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 astinging swat to her exposed butt cheek and her struggling ceased. He massagedthe sting away, his hand lingering on the soaked material barely covering herpussy. Oh yeah, she was getting wetter by the second.

“That’s better. You moveagain and the next one will hurt. Understood?” He felt her nod against hisback, even as she mumbled under her breath. “I can’t hear you. Do youunderstand me, Summer?”

“Yes, dammit.”

“That’s yes, Sir!”

She groaned against his backand he tightened his hold on her ass until she whimpered.

“I’m waiting, Summer.”

He held himself perfectlystill, sensing the fight in her, even as the renewed moisture under his hand toldhim exactly what her body craved, whilst her mind struggled to accept it.

“Trust me, sweetie. I knowwhat I’m doing.”

She went completely rigidand he slid her off his shoulder slowly to see the expression on her face. Thesensation of her curves sliding against him was pure torture and she gaspedwhen he settled her pussy against the steel like cock straining his flies. Herpupils dilated to such a degree that her expressive eyes turned almost blackand her hands slid up his chest slowly. Her teeth worried her bottom lip and heitched to take that plump lip between his own teeth and taste her. But heforced himself to stay still, as her hands travelled up to his shoulders andinto his hair. She stared up at him, her whole body trembling, and the rush ofprotectiveness he felt had him grind his teeth.

When she finally spoke hervoice was a mere whisper.

“Don’t hurt me, Sir.”

Weekend Dirty Dozen

2012-01-20T01:46:00.000-08:00

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 wastired. He could have sworn he heard Kitty’s voice then, but that was justwishful thinking on his part. He wasshaking his head at his stupidity when he felt a feminine hand on his arm. What the hell?

“Alex, I am sosorry. I came here as soon as I heard the news.”

Alex just staredat the vision in front of him. She’d come. Someone actually cared enough to come and meet him. Her eyes were fullof concern and shimmering with tears as she stepped towards him, and with agroan he pulled her against himself. He buried his face in the soft mass of herhair. He filled his lungs with her unique scent, as the whole horror of thelast 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

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

2012-01-17T13:31:00.000-08:00

Awedding, an evil plan, a love story and a sacrifice are the order of the day inthis modern retelling of Snow White and the Huntsman.

SusieWhite and her stepmother-to-be have never seen eye to eye, despite all ofSusie’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 atfirst sight until that moment. The pair hit it off, sharing a mutual dislike ofLouise and her wicked ways. Their camaraderie quickly develops into somethingmore, and they date in secret until it’s time for Susie to leave for University– and freedom. Unfortunately, Scott has an earth-shattering revelation, whichmeans the two of them of them must work together to unravel Louise’s evil plan,before it’s too late.

More info and buy links: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/susie-white-and-the-right-hand-man/

I love the re-telling of old stories, and this short tale does notdisappoint. I have read a few of Ms Felthouse's shorter tales now and Ihave 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 myselfinvested in the characters. I wanted Lucy and Scott to get their happy endingand I loved the little twist I wasn't expecting.

If you're looking for an entertaining short read, then you can'tgo wrong with this one.

An Interview with Gray Reynard from Taken Identity by Raven McAllan

2012-01-16T00:00:00.000-08:00

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

Here's the BLURB:

What do you do when a drop dead gorgeousman turns up on your doorstep, demanding his wife? Who, it seems has stolenyour 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 aresurprised. Especially as the air between them sizzles. But before they can doanything about that sizzle they need to find out what is going on. Or so theythink.

But life doesn't always pan out as youwant, and Jules and Gray have to decide whether to work together or walk awayfrom what they are feeling.

Taken Identity releases today through Noble Romance

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On to the interview.

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

I shift on my chair, as Gray's full staresettles 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 tosay for a minute*

Ohmy!

G Not at all, hello Doris

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

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

D. What went through your mind, when youfirst 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 thoughtyou wouldn't solve the mystery?

G. Not really, but it was bloodyfrustrating, in more ways than one at times. Jules is everything I ever want ina woman— present company excepted— and she was so snippy with me. Rightly so, Imay 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 businesslong if I was.

(He leans forward.)

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

D. Do you bear grudges?

G. YES.

D. Just yes?

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

*nods*

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

D. What's yourfavourite …err…position?

G. (WEG) Ask Jules.

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

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

(shakeshands)

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 clearmy 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, canyou 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 theroom on fire, smoldering is an understatement)

G. I always play nice.

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

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

G. Remember, it's not always wise to delvetoo 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'sbeen a pleasure interviewing you!

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

(Kisses her on both cheeks)

*sighs to herself and watches that to diefor butt walking away*

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

*grin*

***

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

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 threadhere, and it’s a very fine thread, and threatening to snap at any time."He stopped speaking suddenly. "Bloody hell, Jules, protection. Notexpecting to need any, I only have one condom in my wallet. And that's beenthere so long, it's probably perished. Is there a chemist near here? Or a pubwith a helpful machine in the loo? Or even a service station?"

Julescouldn’t help it. She giggled. That made her body move against his. The look ofanguish on his face should not really make her chuckle, but knowing just howshe could erase it, had her in stitches.

"Wellthe motorway services are only about 30 miles away," She gasped, inbetween laughs." And the co-op stays open until ten. But no need. I was aGirl Guide and I’m always prepared."

The kisshe gave her was heartfelt. And heart stopping. Jules returned it, felt theirtongues meet and mesh, felt his hand following the contour of her body, mappingit for future use.

"Where?"He asked raggedly.

"Bedroom, in drawer. Bathroom, incabinet, kitchen, probably."

"Bedroomthen, now. Please!" he moved both hands to her waist and helped her tostand. Without his support, Jules knew she'd fall. Her legs felt as if theybelonged to someone else.

"Whichway?" Gray’s voice was clipped, his tone urgent. As he followed hertowards the door, she felt his erection, hard against her bottom. It was allshe could do, not to turn round, take the initiative, and have him on thefloor. Only the thought of not having a condom handy stopped her.

"Upthe stairs, second left." Although she moved in the general direction ofthe stairs, she couldn’t resist moving backwards, just a bit, into his body, sohis 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 hishands gently over her breasts, as his mouth explored that sensitive area aroundthe nape of her neck.

Right,Jules thought as coherently as she could. They needed to move. She had nointention of their first time together taking place on the stairs. Later maybe,but not this time.

Cover reveal and Giveaway winner

2012-01-15T03:59:00.000-08:00

First things first, congratulations to Judy Hubbard, who won a copy of Too Hot To Handle in my release day giveaway. Hope you enjoy reading it :-)

I'm also incredibly excited to be able to reveal my cover for Goldie And Her Bears.

I love it! It encompasses my naughty tale well. *cough*

I have just completed first edits for Goldie and all I will say is. "The bears made me."

*blush*

This is the first m/f/m menage that I have written and I have quite surprised myself, how much I enjoyed writing it.

I leave you with a little teaser. Be warned it's HOT!

“Jesus,Goldie—safe word.” He framed her head with his hands and the tenderness she sawwarring with lust and ruthless determination in his once again golden eyes blewher away.

“Teddy.”

Heblinked and Jacob laughed from his position at the bottom of the bed.

“Ohyou have no idea how perfect that is, sub.” Jason smiled and Goldie smiledright back at him, happiness suffusing her at that moment, before the firstswipe of Jacobs tongue made her eyes roll back in ecstasy. Jacob licked herslit to clit, one finger hooked into her anus and she would have bowed straightoff the bed, restrains notwithstanding, had Jason not pushed her hips back downon the cushion. He kissed her deeply, reiterating his demand for her not tocome. She nodded through gritted teeth, even as her body bucked and climbed alongeach rung of exquisite torture, each swipe of Jacob’s oh-so-talented tonguerepresented.

Jason’ssmile turned wicked and he kissed himself down her neck to her breasts, leavinga trail of fire in its wake. His warm hands massaged the aching globes, andGoldie screamed when he bit down hard on one swollen nipple. Jason soothed thesting with his hot tongue and sucked strongly. He murmured his approval, hishot breath on the stiff nub making it thrust into the air even more. Herepeated the process to the other one, until Goldie was literally sobbingincoherently. Jacob eased his frantic lapping at her pussy and inserted twomore fingers into her forbidden passage. The sharp pain brought her arousaldown a few notches and Jason kissed her again.

“Easy,my sweet girl, this next bit will hurt, but trust me, it’ll be worth it.”

Bouncing back from rock bottom - guest blog

2012-01-13T00:00:00.000-08:00

BOUNCING BACK FROM ROCK BOTTOM

Author Elizabeth Kyne remembers her lowestmoment

and how she came back from it

It was December 2008. I’d just finished writing a novelafter taking the mad and inadvisable step of going part time at my day job. Itook the first three chapters and an outline to my writing group and hoped toreceive some notes which would help me polish the manuscript before sending itto publishers. The notes all pretty much said the same thing – they hated it.

When I say ‘they hated it’, I’m probably being a bit melodramatic. What they actually saidwas more along the lines of they didn’t like the story or the characters. Idistinctly remember one person (once described as “the Simon Cowell of thegroup”) declare that the novel “clearly hadn’t been thought through” and tossedthe manuscript across the table with a dismissive flick of the wrist.

I was a little bruised. Not because I thought I’d written amulti-prize-winning masterpiece that had been damned by a bunch of ignoramuses,but because I didn’t know what to do next. I had thought I would emerge with aclear idea of how I could improve what I had written. Instead, I had no idea atall. I was stuck; and I was despondent.

A week later, I turned forty. The week after that I got ill.I had one of those ghastly winter viruses that knocks you for six and keepscoming back to knock you down again. Just as I started to feel better, I gotworse. It lasted for weeks.

So, there I was. I’d given up my full time job, I’d rentedout my house and moved back in with my parents – all to write a novel. And whatdid I have to show for it? A manuscript that didn’t work. This was my lowestmoment.

One of the things I decided to do was to treat thatmanuscript as a practice run. There was – to use a cliché – no use crying overspilt milk (although, in truth, I may have moped about for a few weeks feelingsorry for myself) and I simply had to keep at it. A lot of people told me howharsh my writing group had been and said things like “people can be so cruel”.Well, no, they’d actually done what I’d asked them to do and given me an honestopinion. What I needed to do was to take that feedback and make use of it. Notto endlessly re-write my current manuscript (which can be terribly souldestroying), but to do something new with the lessons I’d learnt.

I should, perhaps, rewind a little here. Although it wasprobably naive of me to think that I could just set aside some time and write anovel at the drop of a hat, I’d actually had some writing success before takingon the day job, with six non-fiction books published, a seven-year run ofwriting for magazines and an awful lot of fiction writing in my spare time.What I hadn’t counted on was my skills being a bit rusty. I had to re-learn mycraft. My writing group had been extremely helpful in that and, despite gettingan overly-blunt critique from ‘Simon Cowell’, I remain extremely grateful.

The other thing I did was get out the credit card and bookmyself a couple of writers’ courses. A writer should never stop learning ortrying to improve her craft and, although some beginners courses can be a bitbasic for the experienced writer, the Arvon Foundation course I went on was anincredible boost. I had brilliant tutors in Malorie Blackman and Melvin Burgessand people genuinely liked the things I was writing. They weren’t just beingkind to protect my writer ego, either; it was a genuine response to theimprovements I had made in those months since receiving a critique from mywriters’ group.

The second course I went was a two week intensivewriting-fest in Oregon. I must have been a bit bonkers at the time because mycredit card really took a hit for that one, as it meant flying from the UK toAmerica and having faith that the Masterclass taught by Dean Wesley-Smith andKristine Kathryn Rusch would be valuable. It turned out to be so very muchworth it. I learnt a bunch of stuff about writing skills and so much more. Atthe end of it, I sat down with Kris and talked about my work and she told me“you’ll be very successful” and made me write it down in my notes. It’ssomething I try to remember, especially when I’m feeling low and suffering alack of confidence.

Another thing I tried out during those two weeks was dippingmy toes into other genres. We were asked to write a lot of pitches for novelsand I took it as an opportunity to try something different. I wrote a pitch fora novel called If Wishes Were Husbands whichignited the class with enthusiasm. When I got home, after I finished theproject I was on at the time, I sat down to write it – and it’s this book whichis finally bringing me some success. I don’t have the funds to move back intomy own house yet, but I’m getting there.

There are many things I have learnt since that dismalChristmas and New Year where I was ill, despondent and floundering. The firstis that a good writer is always learning and should strive to constantlyimprove her craft. Secondly, I learnt that it’s important to take risks in lifeif you want to succeed and one failure doesn’t meant that the risk wasn’t worthwhile,it just gives you more experience and more knowledge to put into practice whenyou try again. Which leads me to the third lesson, which turns out to be thatold cliché: “If, at first, you don’t succeed, try try again”. Because I soeasily could have fallen into depression and never wrote anything again (and,to be honest, for a while that’s what I did), but I decided to make an effortto turn things round, to learn by my mistakes and to keep going. Now, I haveone book out and am writing another book. If that demonstrates anything it’sthat there is only one way to go when you’re at rock bottom, and that is tomake the effort to climb back up.

*****

Rachel re-invents herself when she moves back to her hometown of Aylesbury; with a new job, a new house and a new haircut. But people’seyes glaze over when she tells them about her life as a forty-somethingsingleton who works in accounts. So why not spice things up a bit? Why not tellher new hairdresser and her new friends about her fantastic husband? Everyonewants to hear about Darren, the man who cooks her amazing meals, cleans thehouse and takes her to bed for orgasmic sex three times a night! What a shamehe doesn't exist…

…Until she comes home one night and finds Darren sitting inher lounge. And everything she said becomes true: from his sensuous food to hisskill in bed. So real, that she believes it.

Not as if living with a perfect is man is… well, perfect…

She can’t find anything because every time she putssomething down, he tidies it away. Then there’s the shock of the credit cardbill from buying all that gourmet food. Not to mention the sex! Three times anight is great at first, but sometimes all she wants at the end of the day is asandwich and some sleep.

Then Rachel decides that Darren has to go - and that’s whenher troubles really begin.

Elizabeth Kyne takes the absurdities of the modern woman'squest for love and turns them into an enjoyable romp. She finds the comic ineveryday situations, from buying a dress to experimenting with hair dye athome. While, underneath, she comments on the pressure to find the perfecthusband and how that quest is doomed for us all.

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Elizabeth Kyne trained to be a radio journalist and spenther early working years reading news bulletins and writing for magazines.Later, after learning the meaning of “mortgage” and “gas bill”, she decided todo the sensible thing and drop the freelance lifestyle to get a proper job. Thejob, however, all went horribly wrong and she returned to her first love ofwriting, and worked on several novels before finding success with “If WishesWere Husbands”.

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Release day and Giveaway!

2012-01-12T02:58:00.000-08:00

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce....

I don't think I can sit still today, cause I am far too excited.

My sexy Italian firefighter Alex is yours to own! *big grin* Too Hot To Handle released today and I am too excited for words.

When I first thought about what I could write about for NaNoWriMo 2010 Alex popped into my head. Well, a vague idea of Alex. Then I went in search of some visual inspiration and found it in Joe Mangianello

And somehow and I can't think why *giggles* the words flowed.

Now Too Hot To Handle has had several re-writes since that original draft and the heat level has increased considerably *ahem* as my writing evolved into the steamy stuff I now do, so enjoy.

I am giving one lucky commenter the chance to win a PDF copy. All you have to do is follow my blog and leave a comment.

To get a little more of an insight into Alex check out Raven McAllen's interview with the man himself here. I am also on Tory Michael's blog today talking all things writing.

For now I shall leave you with another little snippet from Too Hot To Handle

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

Kitty Jenkins’ orderly life gets turnedupside down when Alex walks into her school. Their passion filled night fouryears ago has left her with a secret that threatens to tear them apart. Givinginto Alex is out of the question, regardless of how much her body craves histouch.

When secrets spill and disaster strikes,can their passion turn into love?

Available from Evernight and Amazon

Excerpt

Alex knocked thebrandy down in one go. All his, was she? If only that were true. But shewas here, and she was making arrangements to have Noah looked after. She was sodamn hot in the prim-and-proper skirt and blouse that she wore to school. Justwatching her had him shifting in his suddenly tight jeans. Down, boy. She wantedto talk, remember. But then, they could always talk afterwards. He closedhis eyes, recalling the way she had trembled in his arms earlier, and his smileturned wicked. This was long overdue. What he needed was to lose himself in hersoft curves, and maybe then he would be able to sleep tonight without relivingthat damn fire every time he closed his eyes.

****

Alex’s gaze scorched her back whilst she wason the phone getting Noah’s care sorted out for tonight. Thank goodness for herneighbor. Gwen readily agreed to get Noah from nursery.

“Don’t you worryabout a thing, my dear. Noah and I will be just fine. You take your time withthat fire fighter of yours. I will make sure Noah has some dinner, and he canstay with me as long as it takes. All night if need be. I do love having himhere.”

Heat rose inKitty’s cheeks, and she heard Alex’s low chuckle when she answered Gwen. “He’snot my fire fighter, and I’ll be over as soon as I can. I have no intention ofstaying the night, Gwen.”

“Now that is ashame.” Alex’s low whisper right behind her made her jump. When had he gottenthat close? She felt her hair lifted away from her neck, and replaced withAlex’s firm mouth as he rained kisses on the sensitive skin, whilst one handreached around her to take the phone off her.

“Hey, Gwen. Alexhere. Thanks for this…. Yes, I will. Don’t you worry…. I think so, too.”

Before she couldstop him, he ended the call and threw the phone on the leather settee just infront of them. She turned around to look at him. “What do you think you’re doing,Alex?”

“I’d havethought that’s obvious.”

“Alex, we needto talk.”

“Talk isoverrated, Kitty”

She took a step back from the intense heat shesaw in his eyes and swallowed nervously as Alex chuckled.

“Thought youwere all mine.”

Oh, me and mybig mouth! She spotted thebag of cards she had brought over and, sidestepping Alex, hastily grabbed it.She held the bag in front of her as though it was a shield.

“Urm, youhaven’t looked at these. The kids made them for Lewis’s family, and—” The wordsstuck in her throat when Alex stopped where he was, and the sadness thatsuddenly came off him in waves was almost palpable.

He stepped awayfrom her and poured himself yet another glass of brandy, one hip balanced onthe kitchen counter, his knuckles white where they grabbed the decanter.

Kitty’s heartwent out to him, and she dropped the bag. She crossed the distance between themand put one hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. Was it truly awful?”

Alex noddedgrimly. “He shouldn’t have died. He was so young, Kitty, so goddamn young, hiswhole life in front of him. He was their only son. Imagine that. And I was theone who sent them into that building. I underestimated how unstable that sidewas. This is my fault, and there they were looking to me to tell them how hedied.”

He reached onceagain for the bottle, but Kitty wouldn’t let him.

“It was anaccident, Alex, a tragic accident. You can’t blame yourself; you were rightthere with them, weren’t you?”

She almostdidn’t see Alex’s barely-there nod.

“And you saidthe initial investigation showed that it could not have been prevented. You toldme that only yesterday. So it’s not your fault. It’s the fault of whoever thethug was that set fire to that lot in the first place. Think of all the livesyou did save. All those neighboring houses that would have gone up in flames,too. All those families whose homes you saved. All the lives you’ve touchedover the years, Alex.”

She moved closerstill, taking his head between her hands to make him look at her. She was notgoing to let him take the blame for this, no way.

“You’re a hero,Alex. You all are, and I’m sure Lewis’s family will get some small amount ofclosure over this. He will never beforgotten.”

****

“I wish I couldbelieve that.”

Alex was stunnedby the sincerity in Kitty’s voice, by those green eyes willing him to see herpoint of view. Not in his wildest dreams would he have thought anyone wouldever fight in his corner like this.

“Believe it,Alex. Surely your family—”

“Did they looksupportive to you, when I had to leave the party?”

“Well, no, butthat’s only because they love you and don’t want to see you get hurt. That’sunderstandable, isn’t it? And Francesca and Nonna seem supportive, and yourmother, well, she is just being a mother. I can understand that. You just wantto keep your baby safe, can’t blame her for that, Alex.”

“I’m not blamingher, Kitty. I just don’t like her methods.”

“Which are?”

Alex sighed tohimself.

“Alex, tell mewhat’s going on.”

Enough of this! He did the only thing he could do. He pulled hertowards him and shut her up with a kiss.

End of an era

2012-01-11T02:49:00.000-08:00

Today marks the end of an Era and the beginning of a new chapter in my personal life.

As you will know Hubby and I have a brood of nine children. I have had the privilege of being a mummy now for almost twenty one years and I wouldn't change a thing. I love my brood, even when I'm ranting at them and need match sticks to prop my eyes open, because the baby has had one of those nights.

However, even hubby and I have reached our limit and this afternoon sees him having a vasectomy. He was going to have one after baby number eight, but I got the wobbles and asked him not to. It seemed too final a move, and I'm so glad we didn't go through with it four years ago, because we wouldn't have little budda now.

This time however, there are no wobbles, just a certain amount of relief. It's tinged with a little sadness that there never will be another baby in this house, apart from grand babies in years to come, but we both know that this time we are ready for that final step.

Everyone has been ribbing hubby mercilessly about the procedure and I will have a giggle when he comes out walking like John Wayne, lol. However, I'm also grateful to my amazing hubby for his willingness to get it done. I can tell he's nervous, well you would be, wouldn't you, and also a little introspective today. It really is the end of an era for us!

So, this is just a little blog to mark the occasion and a big

to my amazing and wonderful hubby!

Writers or Puppet Masters?

2012-01-09T00:00:00.000-08:00

Writers or puppet masters?

By Karina Buchanan

Amidst all the hard work us writers do on the road topublication, we can't forget what it is we love about this profession.Personally, I enjoy it when the first seeds of an idea come to me – the barebones of a story – and usually this starts with the image in my mind of thehero. Of course, the heroine deserves a special mention too but I have aspecial place in my heart for all my heroes.

Whether it's the dashing Mr Darcy inPride and Prejudice…

Orthe sexy Eric Northman in Charlaine Harris's True Blood novels…

…weall love our fictional heroes. There's nothing better than reading about ahandsome leading man's journey to true love. Oh wait, there is – writing aboutone!

That's the fun part of being awriter, that ability to create our ideal man from scratch. We sculpt theirdrool worthy physique, give them the colouring of our choice and of course itgives us the perfect excuse to ogle pictures of hot men. It's research!

Do we want the strong silent type?Or the kind of man who knows what he wants and isn't afraid to go for it? Wechoose. We give them the background that dictates that personality and create awhole world around them.

Sometimes I do feel a bit guiltyabout lumbering them with angst-ridden pasts but it would be boring to readabout a perfect man. A few flaws makethem a little bit vulnerable and even easier to fall in love with.

Of course, sometimes they fight back and the charactertakes me off in a completely different direction from the one I intended.

Take Matt King from Daring to Love, for instance. Whenhe first came into my head he was just a gorgeous daredevil with amazing blueeyes, who prim Andrea Macleave couldn't help falling for.

But it takes more than physical appearance to hold areader's interest and he needed some depth. I had to find out what drove him tolive such an adrenaline fuelled lifestyle. I mean what makes a good looking manwant to throw himself out of planes or off buildings and call it fun?

Bit by bit, Matt revealed a deeper character througheach traumatic layer of his past. Once I was done torturing him, I redeemedmyself by pairing him up with Andrea, a woman who could make him love again andleave his troubled past behind.

My latest hero is proving equally as stubborn as Matt.Henri, my suave Frenchman, really does not think he has room in his life forjunior doctor, Lola but I intend to prove him wrong J

So, who's your perfect hero? And what attributes doyou like/dislike about your leading men?

Andrea Macleave is determined to lose her 'Miss Stuffy Knickers' nickname with a rappel down Ireland's famous Europa Hotel, for the hospital where she works. Risk taking goes against everything she believes in and it takes a kiss from her hunky instructor to send her on her way. With her wild side let loose, a one night stand with the action man seems the perfect antidote to her staid life.

Part-time charity volunteer, Matt King, hopes to put the disastrous hook-up behind him. That's easier said than done when he meets the woman in question at his workplace. There's clearly a powerful attraction between them but he's fighting his past demons by living life on the edge.

With each of them determined to let their past ruin their chance for happiness, how can an adrenaline junkie and a control freak ever make it work?

Excerpt:

"I should have known you couldn't handle your drink." With the devil in him, Matt pushed the buttons guaranteed to re-activate his Andie.

A frown, a purse of full pink lips and she took the bait. "I'll have a whiskey if you're buying." The determination to prove him wrong blinded her to the goggled looks she garnered and the sudden quiet at the table.

He couldn't help his smile getting wider, the more irritated she became. "One whiskey, coming up. Jimmy give me a hand getting these in, will you?"

"I've a good mind to get you fired!" Matt hadn't noticed Andrea following him over to the bar. At the sound of her sexy, pissed-off voice, he slowly turned his head.

She stood, ram-rod straight, giving him clear appreciation of long, lean legs. They seemed to go on forever in those spiky black heels she had swapped for her trainers, even if she still had to look up at his six foot four frame. The figure-hugging jeans would bring a grown man to his knees but he would prefer to see her in something to better show off those pins.

The rose tint in her cheeks gave away her embarrassment at being so openly admired and coming across as a letch was not how he wished to be perceived. Nevertheless, he did enjoy throwing her off guard.

"You should be thanking me really." He wound her up and let her go.

"Thanking you?" She crossed her arms across her chest, drawing the V of her top down to give a tantalizing peek at her cleavage. "I should have you arrested for the way you behaved, never mind getting you fired."

"It got you over the edge, didn't it? You were so caught up, being ticked off at me that you didn't have time to think about what you were doing."

"In that case, turn around."

"Why?"

"So I can slap the gold star on your backside for a job well done! Do you seriously think that's a good enough reason for your behavior? Is that the way you carry on with all your clients?"

"Only the pretty, obstinate ones. As for having me fired, well," he backed his elbows onto the bar, "I do the charity rappels voluntarily. It's difficult to replace a trained instructor willing to work for free but if I caused you so much offense, do what you must."

Her delicious mouth opened and closed and he was assaulted with memories of tasting her. And how good it would be to do it again.

"Since it's for charity and all, I suppose I'll let the matter drop. Forget it happened." The defensive arms slackened and fell to her sides. With the thaw setting in, Matt impulsively stepped forward, to invade her personal space.

"Are you sure that's what you want, Andie?" If he could forget his rules for one night, she could stop pretending she didn't want him.

Instead of seeing the look of longing staring back at him, her pupils narrowed. "Where do you get off calling me 'Andie', anyway? My name is Andrea." She lifted the tumbler of the finest whiskey from the bar, knocked it back and stalked back to her friends.

Matt King never was one to back away from a challenge.

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Weekend Dirty Dozen

2012-01-06T01:18:00.000-08:00

It's been a while, but the dirty dozen is back!

This weekends twelve comes from my upcoming release Too Hot To Handle

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

When secrets spill and disaster strikes,can their passion turn into love?

Too Hot To Handle releases Jan 12th through Evernight

My twelve:

“Well, Sir, that all depends what you have in mind,because I have been very naughty.”

Alex went very still at her breathy statement, andKitty bit her lip. Had she read this wrong? Was he not up for a littlerole-play? She hesitantly raised her eyes to his face to read his expression,and the heat in his gaze scorched her skin.

“So, I’ve heard. Come here, and take yourpunishment.” His deep voice had dropped several octaves, and he grabbed her bythe wrist and spun her into the room. The door clicked shut, the sound loud inthe quiet room, and before she could even blink, he had her pinned against thewall. One jeans clad thigh spread her legs wide, and he raised her hands highabove her head, whilst his other hand blazed a trail of heat along her exposedtummy. His mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss, and she opened to his quietdemand automatically. His tongue found hers in an erotic dance that left herjelly-legged, breathless, and grateful for his big body holding her up againstthe wall.

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Have a great weekend, folks xx

Meet Lady Hermione Missenden - Interview and Giveaway

2012-01-06T00:00:00.000-08:00

I'm bringing you something different today - A Character Interview - Meet Lady Hermione

Trussed up like a Christmas Turkey, I have jumped into my time machine to travel back to 1814 to interview Lady Hermione Missenden, the heroine of my good friend Raven McAllan's new book To Please A Lady, which releases today!

And I tell you one thing, the things I dofor you people – these darn dresses aren't all that comfortable to wear.

*adjusts corset for the umpteenth time andglances up at the butler, watching her out of the corner of his eyes*

Oh dear, he doesn't look amused with me. Doyou think he knows I'm pretending and shouldn't really be here? I do feel a bitlike a fish out water in this drawing room, waiting for Lady Hermoine. I wonderwhat she'll be like in person.

*glances at her notes*

Hmm, It says here she is a lady ofindependent means. Guess she'd have to be to afford all this without beingmarried. Oh here she comes now.

*sits up straighter and breathes a sigh ofrelief, when the lady smiles*

D: Thank you so much for seeing me andagreeing to this interview, My Lady. Raven's readers will appreciate thischance to get to know you better.

H. It's my pleasure Doris. By the way, youreally need to tie those strings tighter on your chemise. Gives one a much moresensual look. And there was no need for a corset… Look, I don't wear one. My men wouldn't stand for it. Which is lucky,because actually (leans forward to whisper) They don't fit into this era. They look like torture to me. But that apart,may I say I admire your dress? That color suits you. It matches the chaise, orshould I say the chaise compliments it?

*blushes the same colour as her dress and indeed that darn chaise*

(Great, I'm a trussed up beet root red turkey. See, that's why I'd never fit in in here. Where are my jeans? Just smile Doris and ask your questions...)

D. Thank you You have a lovely home. I wasadmiring it whilst I was sitting here. It can't be easy to run a home thissize?

H. I have a very well trained andunderstanding staff. Without them my life would not run nearly as smoothly.

D. I understand you are a lady ofindependent means. Could you explain what that means, for the benefit of our 21^stcentury readers?

H. (laughs) I have money of my own. I'm notdependent on the charity of my brother, nor do I need to be married. In fact to my brother's disgust, my fortune,thanks to my godfather, is somewhat larger than his. It allows me a certaindegree of independence and leeway.

D. So, one could say your situation isunusual?

H. (smiles) Well yes, I suppose you could.Unusual in more ways than one.

D. I get the impression you like beingunusual, Lady Hermione.

H. Oh definitely. I have never conformed towhat society decrees. My life is just that, my life, and I'll lead it as Ithink fit.

(I knew there was a reason why I liked her and made this trip.)

D. Can you tell me what drew you to LordLanglosh and Lord Raykes?

H. Apart from their bodies and minds? They make me wet just with a glance.Seriously, they are both unselfish, unself-conscious, kind, caring, andinteresting. And Incredible lovers.

D. And you don't mind sharing?

H. OH no. Not at all. We three are as onenow. I couldn't imagine what life would be like without both of them in it.

D. What, if anything have you learnt fromyour lovers?

H. Ohh so much. How to share, how to enjoyand explore each other, separately and together. How to be myself. Please don'tthink I flaunt my individuality in the ton, I do not want to be totallyostracized, but Berry and Ran have helped me come to terms with that aspect ofour lives, and shown me how to deal with it. I never knew just how many anti-chambersyou could find at a ball suitable for, well (colors) you know.

(I smother a smirk at that. I can just imagine!)

D. Do you have a favourite?

H. No, how could I? they have the knack of knowing what I wantwhen I want and er, how I want it.

D. What has the reaction of the ton been toyour unusual living arrangements?

H. We try to be reasonable discrete, andstill have our separate households—in theory. The ton is very much of the idea,if you don't flaunt it, it isn't happening.

D. What do you think the future will hold?

H. It's funny you should ask that, we werehaving the discussion today, before you came, whether we should let you knowour secret. So just for your ears only (leans forward and whispers into Doris'ear) So you see, there's so much to look forward to. Perhaps you can give mesome tips?

*blushes beetroot red again and clears her throat*

(I think it would probably be safest to ignore that comment and no I can't tell you what she said, Raven would kill me!)

D. Thank you so much Lady Hermione. Thishas been most enlightening.

H. And for me as well. Tell me, for howmany years did they make women wear that rather uncomfortable contraption youhave on? You look like a trussed turkey. We in the ton don't even wearpantaloons. They're considered rather fast. Personally I think it's a story setabout by men, because it would be one more layer for then to have to delvethrough on their way to their goal. I'd take them off. Oh and don't mind thebutler. Dorris is actually Berry's Major-domo. I borrowed him for the day, toimpress you. My butler has earache, and he's been sent to bed with oil ofcloves and an onion in his ear.

And thank you for taking the time to comeand see me, please come again. Next time perhaps you'd like to meet my men? Orwe do have a friend or two who would be verypleased to meet you.

*blushes again*

I have to clear my throat repeatedly before I can say my goodbyes and I dash out of there before I give in to the temptation to take her up on her offer to meet those friends.

*reminds herself that she is not one of her heroines - cough*

Back out in the fresh air, I breathe a sighof relief to be away from the disapproving stare of that butler. The butler named Dorris.... Hmm, I will have to have words with that Raven!

So, there you have it. Fascinating woman,Lady Hermione. To find out how she fares with those two rakes of the ton, doread her story.

Now, where did I park that machine again?

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Raven has kindly agreed to a Giveaway. All you have to do is leave a comment and follow Raven's Blog. The winner will be announced in a weeks time on her Blog and will receive a Pdf copy of To Please A Lady.

When your lovers are lovers themselves, and want you to help them make the perfect triangle, what do you say? Persuade me of course!

Unconventional, and happy, Hermione is in the enviable position of having not one, but two lovers to attend to her every need. That her lovers are lovers themselves, only adds to the equation. Berry and Ran feel it’s time to make all their various twosomes, into one splendid threesome. Now all they have to do is persuade Hermione!

Being men, they are too impatient to wait for her answer. Being a woman, she isn’t going to be pushed, shoved or coerced into saying anything until she is good and ready. Patience is a virtue, and one her men needed to get.

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For now, here is an excerpt.

Excerpt and buy link

A sudden hard slap on her rear added to herjubilation. The sting, the soothing hand that followed, the way it swept asidethe silk covering of her gown, before elegant fingers traced around her anus,made her draw breath. She heard the soft sibilated, “Ah, yes.” As she was spunaround full circle, hands caressing as they spun her, her nipples, her breasts,her pussy, all fondled as they were skimmed and swept over. She could feel thebrush of fingers on her sensitized skin as the ties across her front wereloosened. Regardless, her arse was caressed, her silks slithering gently overher sensitized body.

A thought drifted into her mind, took hold and madeher act. How could one man’s hands be in so may places at once? Impossible!Firmly she took hold of the two hands at her ties, and held fast, still feelingthose that were softly stroking her arse. How dare she be used so.

“I think not. My Lord Stray, remove your handsalso. I did not ask or desire the two of you here tonight, neither will Icountenance it. My Lord Rakes, if you do not desist from attacking my ties, myknee will attack your groin. Hard. Your choices my Lords. My choice is to beunmasked.” Unfortunately, but in no manner would they cuckold her so.

She waited, her foot wishing to tap in its anxiety.Her eyes were uncovered and she blinked in the candlelight.

Then her foot did tap. With anger. “As I thought.”She regarded the two male forms standing in front of her, one tall and darkwith saturnine grace, the other fair as any angel. “You seek to try totrick me my Lords? Into what may I be so bold to ask?” She looked from one tothe other. “What gives you the right? Forsooth you are both aptly names Stray!Raykes! Either fits.”

Neither man spoke.

“Cowards also? And to think I have given my body toeach of you freely. Allowed you to enter me with those craven cocks. I despairof my intelligence. And that of you.” Still she waited. “No response? Then Isuggest you leave my bedchamber and I will service myself. More trustworthy andsatisfactory.”

Guest Author - Dianne Hartsock

2012-01-04T00:00:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year! Thank you, Doris,for having me as a guest on your lovely site today. I have to say, I’m startingthe New Year off with a bang! At the moment, I’m deep in edits for my m/merotic fantasy story, Nathaniel,coming out soon from Etopia Press. Also, I have a contemporary m/m erotic withBreathless Press, Eran’s Release, comingout in their Ad-dick-tion anthology this spring.

But it wasn’t always like this. A year agoI was sitting at the keyboard like I am now, chin on hand, debating whether or notto hit the send key and whisk Shelton inLove off to Breathless Press. I’d never written an erotic romance beforeand wasn’t sure how it would be received.

Keep in mind, I’d never had anything published before, and myconfidence wasn’t at its highest. I wish I could tell you there was a magicformula to follow, do A then B then C, and you’ll be published. But it justdoesn’t work that way. I’ve been submitting for years without success.

This time last year I’d finished writing myparanormal/thriller novel ALEX and submitted it to Solstice Publishing withcrossed fingers. But there was one particular scene in the story that stayedwith me. At one point Alex is at an art festival in the park. He’s looking atsome sketches from local artists when he glances up and meets a lovely pair ofamber eyes. He blinks as a jolt of electricity passes between them. There was aheat to this scene I’d only touched on before. I know I smiled as my first m/merotic began to take shape in my mind.

Right after sending Shelton in Love off, I wrote a short ghost story, The Trials of a Lonely Specter, thenbegan immediately on Shelton’s Promise. Once they’d been accepted byvarious publishers, I started on Eran’sRelease and Shelton’sChoice. Oh yea, and I’d been working on Nathanieloff and on during the year.

Do you see what I’m doing here? I didn’tstop with one story, working to get that one published. I write one and send itout. I write another and send it out. When one’s rejected, I go back over it,searching for what’s missing. I rework it and try again.

So here I am at the beginning of 2012 withfour stories and one novel published, and two romances coming out soon. Do youthink I’m done? No way! I promote these stories EVERY DAY. I socialize withreaders EVERY DAY. And I work on my current WIP, yes, every day. I’m also a fulltime floral designer with a husband and two college age children.

Theonly way I’m managing is by using a day planner. I keep track of my blog tourdates and deadlines for interviews/blogs. I meet the timelines set by myeditors. And I priorities: family first, creative writing second, promos third.And I’ve gotten very good at juggling!

But you know what, there’s nothing else I’drather be doing with my time. I think the only way to survive as an author isto love what you do. And I’m head-over-heels. Seeing my name on a beautifulbook cover is one of the most fulfilling things in my life.

I’d like to leave you with an excerpt frommy resent m/m erotic romance Shelton’sChoice.

Shelton’sChoice

Breathless Press: http://www.breathlesspress.com/sheltons-choice

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sheltons-Choice-ebook/dp/B006PHIRLQ/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1324771074&sr=1-5

After a year of bliss with Nevil, Shelton is offered thepromotion he's been working toward at the bank. Unfortunately the new positionis in another state, and Nevil doesn't want to move. As tension mounts betweenthem, Sheltonis given another challenge in the form of a besotted coworker. Torn between thepressures at work and at home, Sheltonhas to choose his future. That is, until Nevil takes the decision out of hishands.

Excerpt:

"Andrew?" he asked as he openedthe door. "Do you need something?" Shelton felt the heat rise in his face whenthe man lifted a brow.

"May I come in? Just for amoment." Andrew clarified when Sheltonhesitated.

"This really isn't a good time." Shelton bit his lip whenthe man shouldered passed him through the door he'd started to close. He stillheld Nevil's ring and slipped it into his pocket. Andrew glanced into the emptyrooms, then turned to Shelton.

"You seem to be alone," he said,and his gaze raked Sheltonhead to toe.

Shelton grimaced, feeling like he'd just been undressed. "For themoment. What do you want that you couldn't tell me at the office?"

Andrew moved closer to him, and Shelton drew a sharpbreath at the naked desire in the man's dark eyes. Andrew stood several inchestaller than him, and Sheltonhad to fight the urge to step back.

"You should leave," he managed tosay before the full lips descended on his. He wrenched his mouth free andfumbled for the door handle behind him.

Andrew put an arm on either side of him,holding the door closed. "Come on. What's the problem? You know I'vewanted you. And since you're leaving anyway, where's the harm in a littlefun?"

Before Shelton could answer, Andrew dropped his handto the small of Shelton'sback and pulled him closer. This is ridiculous! He wasn't the faintingheroine of some romance novel. A well-placed knee would put an end to the man'sobvious interest, but what then? Sheltonhad never been in a fight in his life. How embarrassing to have to explain toNevil if something got broken. Especially if it was him.

The thought made Shelton angry. "Andrew, you have oneminute to leave or I'll call the police."

Andrew looked down at him, his smilemocking. "And tell them what? You let me in, remember? Besides, do youreally want to explain to them what I'm doing here? I don't suppose they'd besympathetic." He ground a fascinatingly large erection against Shelton's hip as hewhispered in Shelton'sear, "You got the job in Denverover me. The least you could do is let me suck on you. Your cock has to be asbeautiful as the rest of you."

Shelton's temper snapped. "Don't be a fool. Just because Nevil and Iare having a fight doesn't mean I'll play around with you. Now get the hellout."

"And if I don't?"

"Then I tell the police you raped me.They'll listen to that."

Anger swept over the handsome face. Andrewgrabbed the back of Shelton'shead and gave him a bruising kiss, the tongue plunging deep, choking him. Hethen let him go with a sneer. "Your loss, babe. Have a nice life."

Shelton stared at the door after Andrew left. Did he really just saythat? What an ass. He ran a hand over his curls, suddenly exhausted from asleepless night and a roller coaster of emotions. Sighing, he went to thebedroom to lie down for a minute.

* * *

Shelton woke a few hours later, still drowsy. He tried to catch thetendrils of the erotic dream he'd been enjoying, but they faded much tooquickly, as did the sensation of Nevil's lips sliding over his penis. Stillpainfully aroused, Sheltonrolled to his side and opened the drawer on the nightstand. He smiled indelighted anticipation. Nevil had returned the silk scarves and toy he'd usedon Shelton,squeaky clean.

Nevil's own vibrator had been pushed to theback of the drawer, and Sheltonran his fingers over it, remembering his lover’s shuddering pleasure as Shelton slid it slowlyinto his ass. It was larger than Shelton'stoy, and he frowned slightly, wondering if there were men really that big. Heremembered being held against Andrew Blake's body. The man's pole had pushedhard into his hip. Andrew's penis might have been that large...

Shelton scowled and tossed the unwanted vibrator to the back of the drawer,then grabbed the lubricant and his own toy. After wiggling under the covers, helay on his side and squeezed the jelly onto the end of the vibrator. He strokedhimself, wishing Nevil was there to play with him. He thought of Nevil's hotmouth on the tip of his erection, sucking him, the skillful tongue sliding overthe slit and driving him crazy with pleasure. He pressed the vibrator Nevil hadgiven him against his hole and nudged it inside. He groaned into the pillow asit slipped past the initial resistance and went in deliciously deep. He slid itin and out, imagining it was Nevil's glorious penis inside him.

When his arm tired, Shelton found the right spot with thevibrator's bent tip and turned it on. He moaned as tingling pleasure spreadthrough his body. He settled into the mattress and stroked his erection, theslippery lubricant on his hand heating with the friction.

Shelton kept the vibrator on its lowest setting, letting the orgasm buildslowly in his scrotum. In his mind, he kissed Nevil and slid his tongue downhis lover's silky skin, pausing a moment to lick the hard buds on his sculptedchest before continuing lower. His orgasm came in a shattering surge ofpleasure as he imagined taking Nevil's hard length into his mouth.

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Dianne Hartsock

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