Friday, March 30, 2012

Is Writing Hot, Hot Writing?

Explicit language does not hot writing make. I like a good dose of ‘dirty’ words as much as the next fan of erotic romance. However (and I know I’m probably preaching to the choir here) all the smutty talk in the world does not make a romance. In fact, an excess of explicitness can be just as purple and off putting as an excess of euphemisms. Hot writing is made up of a balance between explicit and discreet (note ‘discreet’ not euphemistic) language and always, always should focus on the emotions of the characters involved. Off Limits, my April 1, 2012, doesn’t shy away from raw language. Both Hank and Beth are too forthright to pussyfoot around. That means that their relationship develops quickly and burns very hot. Here’s a blurb and link to an excerpt. Leave a comment and share your thoughts on explicit language or anything in general. I’ll enter you in a drawing for a free download of my first erotic romance, The Widow’s Revenge
Thank you.
Rue Allyn

Thursday, March 29, 2012

SADIE AND HER COWBOY - Sexy New Cowboy Erotic Romance!

I have a brand spankin' new release that I'm so excited about! It's a cowboy erotic romance set in the old west called SADIE AND HER COWBOY!

I got the idea for the book when I was browsing the internet and came across a website about cattle drives back in the old west. In and of itself, not a very romantic topic, I admit, but it was cool reading about all the different jobs the people did and who was responsible for what. When I saw the old sepia photos of the cowboys back then, I didn't see a hot, hunky one among them. I decided the cowboy in my book must have been taking the photo because he's both hot and hunky! LOL!

Obviously, I couldn't write a whole book about a cattle drive! Where's the romance in that? But the cattle drive did give me a good idea - a woman owns a ranch and needs a hired gun to keep a local cattle baron from stealing it out from under her. See, Sadie had to take over the ranch when her father was killed in a stampede. Now the vultures are descending, sure she won't have the stomach to do what's necessary to save her ranch.

But she's tougher than anyone thinks - tough enough to bring in Jake Wagner, a man with a gun and reputation. Not to mention gorgeous. I needed to get some conflict going - just to make it more interesting - so as you can imagine, Sadie and Jake butt heads right from the moment she hires him. Of course, that leads to some spankings (and bondage!), which in turns lead to some very hot sex!

Happy Reading!


When a ruthless cattle baron is determined to do anything to get his hands on Sadie Buchanan's ranch, including running off her ranch hands and killing her cattle, she hires the infamous gunslinger Jake Wagner to protect her property.

Despite the fact that they butt heads right from the start, Sadie is helplessly drawn to the ruggedly handsome cowboy, even when he warms her bottom repeatedly for her willful and sometimes reckless behavior.

But all the cards are put on the table when Sadie bets the cattle baron that she, Jake and her small band of cowpokes can get more cattle to market than anyone in their right mind would attempt.

It's all or nothing for Sadie, her ranch and the dangerous cowboy she's fallen for hard.


Jake was at the bar when Sadie walked in, a drink in his hand and a heavily made-up saloon girl on either side of him. The man was so interested in whatever the more buxom of the two women was whispering in his ear he didn’t notice Sadie march across the room to stand in front of him. She wrinkled her nose. Good gracious, he reeked of whiskey even from this distance.

The chatter in the saloon all but ceased. Even the piano player had stopped tinkling the keys.

The saloon girl who wasn’t attached to his ear gave her a haughty look. She had curly, dark hair and a beauty mark painted on her cheek. “Can we help you?”

Sadie folded her arms and returned the woman’s superior gaze with one of her own. “As a matter of fact, yes. You can start by taking your hands off him.”

She was surprised Jake heard her over the sweet nothings the big-breasted strumpet was cooing in his ear, but he jerked his head up at the sound of her voice.

The dark-haired saloon girl lifted a brow. “And who are you to tell us what to do? His wife?”

Sadie wanted to laugh. She’d rather end up a spinster than marry a no-good, drunken lout like Jake Wagner. “I’m his employer.”

Both women looked confused at that. Which was rather surprising. Sadie thought for sure everyone in town would know she’d hired a new foreman. If they hadn’t before, they would after this.

She glared at Jake. “I didn’t pay you all that money in advance so you could come to the saloon and drink it all, you know.”

The good-for-nothing man had the nerve to flash her a grin that was both infuriating and heart-stopping at the same time. “Now, don’t go getting your pantaloons in a bunch, Miss Sadie. I didn’t spend all the money on whiskey.”

His words were only slightly slurred, which was rather amazing considering how much he’d probably drunk. She clenched her jaw. “I didn’t pay you all that money so you could some here and spend it on saloon girls, either. I expect more from my foreman.”

Jake regarded her lazily. “Why don’t you get along back to that ranch of yours and do what you do best, and I’ll stay here and do what I do best?”

She clenched her hands into fists to keep from slapping that smug face of his. “And what exactly do you do best, Mr. Wagner? Get drunk?”

The saloon erupted into laugher around them. Sadie was glad someone was amused.

“I’m not drunk,” he said.

She let out a snort. “Oh, please! You’re as drunk as a fiddler’s clerk.”

That earned her more laughs from the saloon’s patrons.

Jake pushed himself away from the bar. Sadie hadn’t realized how tall he was when he’d been sprawled out in the chair in front of her desk, but he positively towered over her. It was all she could do not to take a step back when he bent his head and put his mouth to her ear.

“Stop this right now and go back to the ranch like I told you.”

If Sadie had been paying attention, she would have realized his words weren’t slurred like before, but his nearness—combined with the feel of his warm breath on cheek—made it difficult to concentrate. Annoyed with herself for being so weak, she stepped back to give him a fierce look.

“I don’t take orders from you, Mr. Wagner. You take them from me,” she told him coldly. “Is that clear?”

Jake regarded her, his eyes locked with hers in a battle of wills, but Sadie wasn’t about to waiver.

“Looks like the little lady put you in yer place, but good,” a man laughed from the other side of the room.

The rest of the saloon must have thought it was just as funny. There were chortles and guffaws all around. Jake didn’t appear to think it was amusing at all, and if Sadie was smart, she would have stopped there. But pride and anger wouldn’t let her.

“Pay your bar tab if you have one, Mr. Wagner, because we’re leaving. You’re coming back to the ranch with me.”

Sadie didn’t wait to see if her new foreman followed, but turned and started for the door. She barely made it two steps before a strong hand caught her arm. She whirled around to see Jake glowering down at her.

“I’ll go with you, but when we get back to the ranch, you and I are going to have a talk,” he growled.

Sadie jerked her arm free of his grasp. Which was probably something she couldn’t have done if he hadn’t let her. She spun on her heel and headed for the door again. Jake stumbled after her. How could he seem stone-cold sober one minute, and drunk as a skunk the next?

“I don’t know why I let Ned talk me into hiring you,” she muttered as she led the way to the stable where she’d left the wagon. The sun was low in the sky now, bathing the street in shadows. “Who ever heard of a gunslinger managing a ranch anyway? You’re nothing but an outlaw who will work for anyone who pays your outrageous fee.”

She was in the stable before she realized Jake hadn’t made a single comment during her entire rant. The drunken lout had probably passed out in the street. Mouth tight, she spun around, prepared to drag him the rest of the way, only to stop short when she saw him standing behind her, arms folded across his broad chest, a scowl on his handsome face.

“Are you finished?” he asked.

Her brow furrowed. “How do you do that? Sound drunk one minute, and sober as I am the next?”

“I told you before. I’m not drunk.”

“Really? Then why do you smell like you just took a bath in a tub of whiskey?”

“Because I doused myself in the stuff before I went into the saloon.”

She frowned again. “Why would you do that?”

“So I could get the townsfolk to talk to me.” He shrugged his broad shoulders. “They won’t talk to a stranger, but they’ll sure as hell talk to a drunk.”

Sadie considered the logic of that. She supposed what he said made sense. That didn’t mean she wasn’t still upset with him. “Well, you could have told me, you know.”

“I did. I told you to go back to the ranch.”

“I meant before I went in there and made a fool of myself.”

Jake snorted. “I didn’t know you were going to follow me. I expected you to be at the ranch doing woman’s work.”

Sadie’s eyes narrowed. “Woman’s work? You mean like sewing quilts and washing clothes?”


Chauvinist pig. “Because those are the only things a woman can do, right?” She tried to rein in her temper, but it was quickly nearing its boiling point again. “I’ll have you know I’ve been doing a lot more than sewing quilts and washing clothes out at the ranch since my father died, Mr. Wagner.”

“Maybe that’s why you’re in the predicament you’re in.”

The words cut Sadie more deeply than she wanted to admit, maybe because she’d often wondered if she was partly to blame for making the ranch such an easy target. But she’d be damned if she was going to let a gunslinger like Jake Wagner take her to task for it. Before she even realized what she was doing, she lifted her hand and slapped him hard across the face.

The sound of it echoed in the stable, but Sadie barely heard it. Instead, she stood there, shocked by what she’d just done. She’d never hit anyone in her life.
There was no way Jake could have expected her to slap him, and yet he didn’t seem surprised by her show of violence. He did look angry, though. His jaw was clenched so tightly she thought it might crack.

She’d never been one to run from a fight, but the strange glint in his eye made her think it was time to make her escape. Mumbling something about wanting to get back to the ranch before it got dark, Sadie started to back away, but Jake caught her wrist. Without a word, he strode across the enclosure, dragging her with him. The fury she’d felt earlier gave way to fear.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she stammered.

He stopped and turned to face her. “Doing what someone should have done a long time ago.”

Sadie opened her mouth to ask him what in tarnation he was talking about, but all that came out was an “oomph,” as he sat down on a bale of hay and threw her over his knee.

“What—?” she began, but the rest of her words ended in a startled gasp as Jake’s hand came down on her upturned bottom.

The barbarian was spanking her!

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Saturday, March 24, 2012

Why Do You Do It?

Why do I write the smutty? Million dollar question and the simplest answer would fall somewhere along the lines of, ‘Cause I’m a dirty minded voyeur.’ But really, who isn’t nowadays? Nah. I write my stories cause I love to read about people humping, the dirtier the better, while they fall in love. Sure I’m naughty, but, I’m the romantic kind of naughty. Where instead of buying me flowers and sweet smelling crap, you break my back and curl my toes with that D.
But, it’s not about me. Not really. It’s about the people in my head, dontcha know. Said people are apparently total freaks, ready to drop trou and hump at a moment’s notice. I mean the things they get up to is downright inspiring and do draw my jealousy now and again.

Everyone’s limber. Everyone’s coming multiple times. Everyone talks dirty to each other. Talking dirty is an art form, but I digress.
The people in my head know what they want in their love scenes and it’s not soft. It’s not pink and it sure as hell isn’t quiet. Also, It may be a bit messy.

All right. All right. A lot messy. But we’re not judging.
To sum my rant up: The people in my head made me do it and um, as for the last part of the question, you gotta have a working knowledge of where slot A goes in relation to slot B. But wait! What happens when they both have a slot A, or a slot B?

Topic for another time, people. Damn. Gotta go spread my knowledge of dirty humping to the masses.
A Taste from my Latest: Far From the Usual
He’s her ex’s brother, yet Arden Windham aches to be in Cam Mercer’s arms. The man is rude and obnoxious, his blue eyes cold and unfeeling, but he makes her body melt. Being with ex-con Cam is nowhere in her plans, not if she wants the affection she’s worked so hard to gain from her overbearing father. Still, Cam’s touch is unlike anything she’s ever felt and Arden finds herself having to choose between her wants and her needs.
Cameron Mercer is his family’s black sheep, a man apart. For six months he watched Arden waste her time with his twin and now she’s free, he’s not waiting another minute. He’s on a campaign to get her off the tight rope she’s been walking. There’s a rebel behind that smooth façade and he’s on a mission to set Arden free. Too bad she insists on putting up a fight.

She fished out her phone while eyeing Cam’s movements in her rearview.
“Hey, Indy.” She greeted her best friend with a long suffering sigh.
“Where are you, bitch?” Indy wasn’t one for small talk. “The pizza is getting cold.”
“I have a flat tire and the rudest man alive is fixing it.”
“Who’s rude?”
“Oh, you’ll never guess. Cam Mercer is here with me in the middle of nowhere, working on my tire. The man is simply unprofessional.”
“Cam Mercer?” Indy’s tone perked up. “Ah, Bad Boy Mercer. I saw him get into a bar brawl with two men and win. All those muscles.” Indy whistled. “He can get it.”
“What?” Arden’s stomach knotted. “You think he’s sexy?” She did not want her friend lusting after the man. He was bad news. Even if he was sexy—which Arden didn’t at all think he was.
“Have you looked at the man? And all that attitude.” Indy sighed. “You just know there’s some deep story behind it.”
Arden didn’t like the direction of the conversation so she changed the topic. “Wipe the drool of your mouth. Don’t forget you’re already spoken for.”
“I happen to be a free as a bird.” Indy refused to admit how she felt about the man she was attempting to have a sex-only relationship with.
“You’re a cold bitch. You love Reno and he loves you, but you insist on fronting.” Arden laughed. “You’re not fooling anyone.”
“Whatever. Shouldn’t you be ogling some rude, bad boy with family issues?”
“What? I’m not ogling that man and besides, it’s tasteless. I was involved with his brother until a week ago.”
“Sounds like a suitable mourning period to me,” Indy said. “You don’t owe Clark anything and I can bet money Bad Boy Mercer knows ways to make you forget about past unpleasantness.”
“Speaking of past unpleasantness. Clark called me this evening. He wants us to come to an understanding. Maybe get back together.”
“Oh, my God!” Indy screeched. “Are you freaking serious?”
“Unfortunately.” Arden moved over to the passenger seat and peered out. Cam was crouched on the muddy ground, doing something that required grunts. Sexy grunts, but she immediately dismissed the ludicrous thought. Bringing her attention back to her phone conversation, she said, “Can you believe him? He breaks up with me, talking about he wants to see other people, and then a week later calls me like nothing happened.”
“That bastard! Are you okay, do you want us to slash his tires or something?” Indy’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You know I have the perfect outfit for it. Remember that black cat-suit zippered to the crotch? Of course, I’ll have to get new heels for the mission. Just tell me when.”
Arden giggled. “Thanks, but no. I just want him to take his own advice, you know? Move the hell on.”
“I can’t tell you why men are idiots, but I can suggest you pick your hurt pride up off the floor, shake it off, and make moves. Preferably on that sexy Cam Mercer.”

Friday, March 23, 2012

When You're With Me with Wendi Zwaduk

I've always wanted to write a book about a stripper. But I didn't want to go the normal route and have her be a buxom, slender typical exotic dancer. I wanted one that was more realistic. I mean, I wanted her to look more like an average woman and less like a Barbie doll.

When You're With Me is that book for me. I wrote the initial story over five years ago. Back then I'd dialed back the sexuality in the book because I hadn't realized that erotic romance was out there. Crazy I know. When I was able to let the characters be themselves, the story really flowed.

I have to say I got VERY lucky with the cover art. It's fantastic, sexy and clues you in that she's a dancer. I love my hero, as well. He's a combination of Jeremy Sisto from Law & Order and Jonathan Togo from CSI: Miami. Rough, tough, and a softie for the heroine.

The book came out this week, Monday to be exact, and I'm stoked. Want to know more about it? Here's the blurb:
A topless dancer plus a cynical cop doesn’t equal a lifetime love...or does it?

There’s more to Jude Nelson than just a sequined thong. She has big dreams of becoming an artist. There’s one tiny wrinkle in her plan-she’ll never forget the bloody image of her friend’s battered body in the dumpster.

Who can a nude dancer turn to for help? Certainly not a hardened undercover cop...

Detective Drew Alwyn is on the case to find out who murdered his good friend and fellow officer. But the moment he sees Jude, he can’t look away. He has to decide which is more important-his dedication to his job or the girl who holds his bruised and battered heart.

Will these two opposites come together to solve the case or will their desire consume them?

Reader Advisory: This story contains scenes of bondage, mentions of drug use by secondary characters, silk, sequins and art supplies used in foreplay, voyeurism and a little spanking for good measure.

And because you've been good, here's an excerpt:
“Have you ever made love in the shower?”
Jude’s simple, innocent question caught Ramon off guard and he fumbled for an answer. He knew she was hip to his past—she had to be. Somehow, he didn’t want to admit he’d had other lovers before her. He wanted her to be his first and last.
“I have, but I’d like to with you more than anything.”
“Me, too.”
Jude claimed his mouth under the spray of water. Things had definitely improved since that morning. For the first time in more years than she could count, she felt attractive. Ramon gave her hope that her future could be bright. And now the object of her obsession wanted to have sex with her. She wanted things to continue to get better, but the inevitable fall scared her shitless.
His calloused hands rubbed her ass. “Jude, I can’t get enough of you.”
Why did she feel so tempted to bury her face in his chest and simply breathe in his scent? Because she finally felt wanted and adored. Ramon lapped at her jaw and neck while whispering words of praise in her ear. She could stand this kind of treatment for a long time.
“I want to feel you all around me. Turn around.” Ramon smoothed one soapy hand across her breasts and the other down between her thighs. He toyed with her clit, sending shards of lust through her body. “The first time will hurt, sweets. I can’t change that.”
“I know.” Jude clenched her teeth—he had an immense cock. She glanced over her shoulder and nodded. “I want you to make love to me.”

* * *

Want to know more about Wendi Zwaduk? Here you go:
I always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!


Saturday, March 17, 2012

Kelly Gendron/ ... the "Ah-oh!" moment.


You load the washer, put the detergent in… but when you return to switch the clothes you notice you forgot to close the lid! Leaving the grocery store, you realize you didn’t get what you originally went there for! Driving home from work the traffic light turns yellow and you make that split decision to press down on the gas. You glance up just as it changes to red. After a peek in the rearview mirror, you see the flashing red lights. The gas is pumping through the engine and the wheels are spinning, but regardless of what the consequence might be there’s absolutely no stopping now… You’ve just experienced an “ah-oh!” moment. No matter what it might be, those moments are already in motion and unstoppable.
When I started writing Jinx’s character in The Forbidden Claim, her quirky antics came to life. She’s an outspoken, free-spirited, and fearless woman. It’s that fearlessness that tends to get Jinx into her many “ah-oh!” moments. Jinx questions her life prior to being adopted. When those questions lead her to a murderer who’s about to be transported into the witness protection program, Jinx—U.S. Marshal or not—decides to kidnap him to see if she can uncover the truth. But to her dismay, what she’s captured instead is a decoy. And a sexy one at that! Wheels are already spinning, the engine is revving… and although the light turns to a hot warning red, there’s no way Jinx Collins can stop her “ah-oh” moment when it comes to the dangerous Jed Kane!

 Check out The Forbidden Claim and see what other trouble Jinks Collins gets into with the All Grown Up Bad Boy, Jed Kane! Below is a short blurb, and there's a link below for the full blurb and excerpt (and buy sites).

The Forbidden Claim
Ownership of another human being is forbidden. No one knows this better then Jed Kane. He’s worked undercover in the Human Trafficking ring for years. So what is Jed to do when he’s overcome by a disobedient desire to possess and stake an irrefutable claim upon the carefree and risky Jinx Collins?

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A .99 cent Happy Birthday Celebration Treat!

I am so very happy to say Happy 9th Birthday to Whiskey Creek Press!

In honor of the day they've put 9 books on sale for .99 Call Me Lucifer is one of them! Double Cool! If you haven't read this paranormal erotic romance + bondage and D/s, then head over to their bookshelves and pick it up along with many other gems. Here's a snippet to tempt you's Lucifer, tempatation is going to happen :-)

Call Me Lucifer by Tilly Greene
published by Whiskey Creek Press Torrid

He is much more than the horrific job title and now he needs to prove it to her!

Lucifer, the Prince of Darkness, works hard dishing out punishments and asks for little in return, until now. He's been waiting an eternity for a woman who would bring out his gentle side, his need to love and be loved in return. He’d started to wonder if she even existed but at last he’s found her, in a courtroom arguing for a tougher sentence.

After his first introduction to Nia Adams, a sexy petite firebrand, he spends all his time on the surface at her side. They have a serious relationship and he’s sure the emotion bouncing between them is love. Then she lies to him about how she feels. While difficult to hear, the lie opens a door. It gives him the only chance he’ll ever have to show her who the man behind the horrific job title really is. And he takes it with both hands.

After a few more minutes of trying to calm her roaring thoughts, Nia started to release a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding. Only it caught in the back of her throat as a deep voice resonated along the hallway.

“Ms. Adams, the door is now open. Come.”

Nia sat perfectly still, unblinking and unable to move from the seat she’d only a few seconds before had been so eager to escape. Each word he spoke seeped straight through her body, settling to a slow and steady pulsating thump in her pussy. It was the wickedest reaction she’d ever had to a man speaking to her.

How was she supposed to conduct herself in a calm and professional manner, when the mere sound of his voice sent her lust spilling from her? She never wanted to meet the owner face-to-face. There was no doubt such a meeting would surely lead to her downfall. Unfortunately, luck wasn’t at her side that day. Somehow she knew he was the person she was supposed to see.

Looking down the passageway, Nia noticed the previously closed door at the end stood ajar.

“Now.” The single word reeked of power as it blasted down the hallway, from the room beyond the opened door, and through her body.

Dang! The trouble she was in had suddenly taken an unexpected turn and she couldn’t see a way around it. She stood up quickly and turned to walk toward the office, only her feet wouldn’t move. Bracing a hand on the wall to help steady herself, she placed the other over her nervous stomach, and took a deep breath.

She followed it up with another one, thankfully steadier than the last.

Before she could take her first step, the voice growled more deeply than the first time, and her knees trembled. The man was angry, but the sound of his voice turned her on, and tempted her passionate nature to come out and play. Maybe he was an old, ugly troll, with a great voice. Somehow she doubted it, but she’d use whatever helped her get through the meeting.

“You don’t want to upset me, Ms. Adams.”

Muttering to herself about how impatience was not a virtue, she followed it up with how typical of a man to demand rather than request. It was the pep talk she’d needed to get herself moving and she took a step forward with her usual in charge style.

“I can hear what you’re saying.”

Raising a hand to cover her mouth, she gasped, stunned at his ability to see and hear everything she did.

Who was this man and why had she been summoned? She was a good person who didn’t lie, cheat, or steal, and had never hurt a soul. In fact, every single day she did her best at work, finding justice for those who needed it. Surely doing good was the right thing to do.

“Come,” he barked down the hall. Startled, she jumped and started to make her way to the door. The only sound she heard was the solid clicking her heels made as she strode across the marble floor. Because she heard only it, Nia focused on each step she took. She wanted to ensure her footsteps didn’t sound hurried or hesitant, merely confident, sure of where she was going. It was something she could control in the nightmare she found herself in, so she’d take it.

She made it to the end of what felt like an endless length of hallway, paused for a stabilizing breath before stepping through the opened door. Deciding not to be intimidated anymore, Nia nudged the door open further, entered the room, and found it not at all threatening like she’d expected. In fact, it looked how she thought a cozy traditional library to look. It was dark, but there were two magnificent fireplaces on either side of the large yet still intimate feeling room, each with a roaring fire blazing inside. They brought heat and also seemed to supply the only light for the room. She couldn’t see any windows and no other door except the one she’d entered through.

In the flickering firelight, she looked at an imposing Napoleon styled desk with a massive chair resting behind it, facing away from her.

“Shut the door.”

Nia jumped at the seductive tone. For a moment she’d forgotten what had brought her into the room. She needed to get a hold of herself. It was the voice’s fault for sending her thoughts spiraling into unwanted territory. This was definitely not the time or place to think about sex.

Casting her gaze around the room again, she reminded herself that she was not there for her enjoyment, despite her imagination trying to take over. For a second she thought if there were comfortable over-sized couches resting before the fireplaces, she’d be begging for time alone to immerse herself in the greatness of the room. It would’ve been purely rapturous, but there weren’t any, and she was there for a different reason.

Turning around, she shut the door with a quiet snick, only to jump back when the lock shot to with a solid click. Abruptly, she spun around to face the desk, ready to voice her displeasure over how she’d been treated thus far, when the sexy voice growled again. The pulse returned to her pussy with a vengeance.

“Sit down, Ms. Adams.”

A finger appeared from the side of chair, nonchalantly pointing at the chair she assumed was for guests. Wanting to get the meeting over with as quickly as possible, she held back her temper, and moved to sit just as she’d been outside. A rigidly straight back, knees and ankles locked together, feet flat on the floor, and her hands clasped in her lap. She was ready for whatever happened next.
©Tilly Greene, 2010
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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Illusions by Kacey Hammell

“I was hooked on this book from the very beginning...writing style is very engaging, the characters real and likeable…the sex scenes were smokin’ hot, too! If you love thrills, tension and heartache with your erotic romance, then you should definitely check out Illusions.”  From Lucy Felthouse at Erotica For All & 4 Stars at Goodreads

By Kacey Hammell
Book 1: In the Arms of the Law

Protection. Adventure. Love.
It's all found within The Arms of the Law...

Detective Isabella Knowles, a tough-as-nails cop, lives by the law, and knows what she wants out of life. And it doesn't include marriage or all that comes with it. Everything Isabella has ever known seems like an illusion when a new relationship makes her feel more alive than ever before.  She isn’t happy about it and fights it every step of the way.

Burned by his fiancée years ago, seer and P.I., Brady Jacobs never wants another commitment in his life.  But his bachelorhood and heart are threatened when he has one of his visions and see a killer striking too close to the woman he has recently come to love.

Danger lurks close to home and neither Brady nor Isabella like that they can’t control every situation…especially matters of the heart.

Excerpt © Kacey Hammell, 2012

Feeling his hands on her, his mouth taking hers, Isabella shivered. His tongue played with hers. His hands palmed her ass cheeks, bringing her hot center into contact with his jean-clad cock. She’d go over the edge in seconds if he kept it up.
Breaking free of his kiss, she craned her neck back to accommodate his exploring mouth and grasped the shoulders of his jacket, relishing for a moment in the smell of leather and hot man. Pushing the jacket off his shoulders in a hurry, her body shook at the precipice of release.
“Brady,” she breathlessly moaned. “Off…want the clothes off now. Please.”
“Bella…Christ, okay…all right.”
He moved a mere half an inch, it seemed. His torso pressed her into the bathroom door as he shook his arms, freeing himself of his jacket, and letting it fall to the floor.
Helpless to keep her hands still, Isabella ran them over his glorious chest, his abs, and made quick work of the button fly hiding his erection from her.
Dipping his head, he caught her mouth with his again, making her moan and her heart quicken.
Hands clawed at hands and the waistband of his pants, as both tried to shed his jeans in a hurry. He took a breath and looked at her, dark gray eyes smoldered. The passion and desire in his gaze made her breath hitch.
He leaned down to pull his jeans off his legs and feet and placed a barrage of kisses against her stomach. Her muscles quivered and her pussy clenched tighter, letting her know she was too close to allow him play time.
“Brady….” His name on her lips died on a moan as he took her right nipple into his warm, moist mouth, drawing it in until it was a tight bead.
Pulling his face up to hers, she breathlessly mumbled between kisses. “No time for this. I’m ready. I can’t take more. Fuck foreplay.” He moaned against her mouth. He wanted this as much as she did. “Just fuck me.”
Moving back away from her, he stared at her. His gaze unwavering. “You sure you want it now? No playing first?”
Isabella’s mind drifted to the first time they’d had sex, when his size had caused her a lot of pain from being sexually inactive for more than two years. In the couple months of being together two or three times a week, she had gotten used to his thickness and length, and always willing for more. A bit of pain at the beginning always turned to more pleasure than she thought she could bear.
Their first night together played in her mind another moment, but she banished the thoughts because of the pain Brady had been in the night he returned from New Mexico.
Focusing on him again, she reached down and grasped his cock in her hand. As she glided up and down his erection, he arched his back, forcing his hips into her hand more and more as she pumped him. A trickle of her juices slid between her thighs.
Leaning her torso forward, she licked his neck while still pumping him in her hand, eliciting a guttural moan from deep within his chest. She basked in the joy of his reactions to her.
She placed both hands on his shoulders and pulled him toward her. Chest against chest, mouth to mouth, toe to toe, she put everything she felt into their kiss, their embrace. She wanted him to know she wanted him, wanted everything he had to give. Rough, soft, hard, up against the wall. She wanted all of him.
His hands grasped her waist. He read her message clearly, and he lifted her and placed her thighs on either side of his own.
Breaking their kiss too soon for her, he pulled his head back and looked down at her body spread over his. Her shoulders against the door, lower back arched and pelvis angled over his awaiting cock, she probably looked like a wanton woman ready to fuck…hard and furiously.
“Look at yourself, Bella,” he said huskily. As he looked up at her with those intense, dark eyes, his words held her equally as captive. “Beautiful. I don’t think I’ll ever forget this image. You spread open, waiting, chest heaving. I need to be inside you. Buried to the hilt. Connected to you.”
Her body clenched at his words, desire as never before building within her. She couldn’t believe the words he had spoken. Her heart literally missed a beat, but refused to dwell on it. She wanted him. Now.

" a quick and enjoyable romantic suspense… fans will enjoy this one.  I know I did." ~ From Kari at The TBR Pile Blog & 4 Stars at Goodreads

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