Sunday, April 29, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
New Release! HOT COP MENAGE! TWO COPS, A GIRL AND A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS!
I'm so excited to announce that TWO COPS, A GIRL AND A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS, the second book in my Badge Bunnies Series, is available! The title kinda says it all, but if you haven't guessed, it's a hot cop menage with two guys who come with their own handcuffs and a girl who can't wait to get busy with them both!
Happy Reading!
Working the late shift just got a whole lot more fun!
Cilla Garner has it bad for Hayes Prescott and Reed Lockwood, the two hot cops who come into the coffee shop where she works the late shift. When her coworker goes home early and leaves her alone with Denver's finest, she can't help but flirt. Of course, if they both end up asking her out, she has no idea how she'll choose. The idea of having a threesome doesn't even enter her mind until they hint at it, and then it's all she can think about.
She has the perfect opportunity to take them up on it when they offer to drive her home after work. What girl wouldn't be thrilled at the idea of sleeping with two guys who come with their own handcuffs?
Excerpt:
She looked at them from beneath her lashes, hoping one—or both—of them would pick up on her interest and ask her out. Of course, if they both did, she could be in trouble. Which one would she pick?
Hayes leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. His hazel eyes were more green than brown, with little gold flecks. “Do you have a boyfriend, Cilla?”
That was easier than she’d thought. She was afraid she might have been too subtle.
“No.”
She wanted to finish her degree as quickly as possible, which meant taking a full course load every semester, so she hadn’t had much time for a social life. But now that she was just a few classes away from graduating, that wasn’t a problem.
“What about you?” she asked. “Are you seeing anyone?”
“We’re both between relationships,” Reed said.
Was that his way of telling her he was interested in her, too?
Cilla looked from one cop to the other. “Hard to believe some girl hasn't scooped up two attractive guys like you.”
“It's hard finding a woman who can handle us,” Hayes answered.
Us?
That was an interesting way to phrase it. Hayes hadn't said it was hard finding women who could handle them, or their jobs. But a woman—singular—who could handle them—plural. Had it simply been a Freudian slip, or had he been referring to what she thought he was? The image made heat pool between her thighs, and she squeezed her legs tighter together. She'd never been with two guys at the same time before. Never even considered it. But now that she thought about it, the possibility was intriguing.
“Maybe you haven’t found the right woman.”
Had she just said that out loud? Well, she had to gauge their interest, didn’t she?
Reed chuckled. “Guess not.”
Cilla’s breath hitched. Oh, yeah. They were definitely talking about a threesome.
Since they were both gorgeous and unattached, she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity, that was for damn sure. This might be her only chance to fulfill her fantasies—with not one, but two hot cops.
“It’s almost closing time. I should probably clean up.” Her heart sank as Hayes and Reed pushed back their chairs. “You don’t have to leave.”
“We weren’t,” Hayes said. “We’re just going to give you a hand.”
“Oh.” Relief coursed through Cilla and she smiled. “That’s very nice of you.”
Reed grinned. “We’re nice guys.”
Cleaning out the coffee pots and wiping down the tables took a lot less time with their help. On the down side, it also gave her a lot less time to figure out a way to let them know she was up for that threesome they’d hinted at.
Wishing there was something else to clean up, she picked up her messenger bag. “I know you’re probably not supposed to do this, but do you think you could give me a ride to the subway? I’d really hate to have to walk all that way in the rain.”
Hayes exchanged looks with Reed, then gave her a grin. “We’ll do you one better and give you a ride home. Although I'm afraid you’ll have to sit in the back. That's not a problem, is it?”
She winked. “As long as I'm not under arrest.”
“Definitely not.” Hayes looked her up and down. “It would be a true crime if anyone ever had to lock you away.”
The heat in his eyes made her pussy purr. “And no cuffs, right?”
Reed gave her slow smile. “Only if you don’t behave yourself.”
The smolder in Reed’s eyes conveyed his message loud and clear—if you want to be cuffed, I'm your man. That image made her pulse skip a beat. This night was getting more interesting by the minute.
Cilla’s hand trembled a little as she locked up the shop. Dropping the keys in her purse, she turned to open the umbrella she’d borrowed, but Reed took it from her.
His mouth curved as he held it over her head. “Allow me.”
Gorgeous and well-mannered—a potent combination.
Cilla had never been in a police car before. It felt really strange being behind the metal cage that separated the back seat from the front. Like she was their prisoner for them to do with her whatever they wanted. The idea sent a delicious, little shiver through her.
In the front, Reed was on the radio, telling the station he and Hayes were going off shift. Was it just her imagination, or had Reed made the call so she’d know he and Hayes were free for the rest of the night?
Hayes glanced at her over his shoulder. “Where to?”
Cilla rattled off her address. She was about to give him directions, too, but as he pulled away from the curb and headed in the right direction, she decided he mustn’t have needed them. Then again, he was a cop. He probably knew every street in the city.
She didn’t live far from the coffee shop, so it wouldn’t take long to get to her apartment. Which meant she was going to have to think of something quick if she didn’t want the evening to end on her doorstep.
As Hayes pulled up to the curb a little while later, she leaned forward. “I know it’s late, but would you guys like to come in for coffee?”
As invitations went, it was lame. But what was she supposed to say? Want to come up and have a threesome?
The two cops exchanged a glance before Reed answered.
“We’d like that.”
She’d had guys at her place before, but Reed and Hayes seemed to dominate her small apartment with their presence. She could barely concentrate on making the coffee as they looked around.
“You go to the University of Colorado?” Hayes asked from the living room.
She glanced up to see him thumbing through an accounting book she’d left on the coffee table. “Yeah. I take morning classes there three days a week. That's why I get stuck on the late shift so much.”
Reed crossed the room to look over his partner’s shoulder. “Accounting, huh? How close are you to your degree?”
“Three more classes after this semester.” She switched on the coffee pot, then walked into the living room. “I'm getting close enough to taste it.”
Reed’s gaze caressed her. “I know how that feels, being so close to something you can almost taste it.”
Cilla got the feeling he wasn’t talking about getting his college degree. Her breath came a little faster, and she ran her suddenly damp hands down the front of her jeans.
Back at the coffee shop, she thought she’d be able to play it cool, but now the two men were in her apartment, that was harder than she thought.
Thunder boomed and she jumped. She used the distraction to get herself together. Okay, take a deep breath, girl. Just because Reed and Hayes were likely here for more than coffee didn't mean this thing was automatic. Neither man had mentioned having a threesome since they’d dropped the hint. If she wanted this to go anywhere, she had to give them some sort of signal.
But what was she supposed to do—rip off her clothes and throw herself naked across the kitchen table? How could she tell them she was game without coming out and saying it?
Hayes was looking at another one of her books—this time it was advanced calculus.
“Have you always been good with numbers, Cilla?”
“I guess so. I mean, I’ve always liked math.”
Now there was a sexy subject. Yeah, not so much. Maybe she should tell him she wanted to multiply with him. Nah, maybe not. That sounded creepy.
Hayes set the book on the table, then sauntered over to stand in front of her. He gave her a devastating smile. “And I bet a math-minded girl like you probably even has a favorite number, don't you?”
The funny thing was, she did. But she didn't think they really wanted to hear why she thought 3.14 was so cool.
“Actually,” she looked up at his from under her lashes, “I've always been partial to the number three.”
“Three, huh?” Hayes’s smile broadened. “And what's so special about the number three?”
Reed had come over to stand behind her. Not close enough that he was touching her, but still sandwiching her between him and his equally armed-and-sexy partner.
She took a deep breath. Now or never.
“Well,” she said softly. “There’s just so much more you can do with three than you can do with two, you know?”
Hayes leaned in close. Behind her, she felt Reed's big hand trace across her back.
“Yeah, Cilla.” Hayes’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “I think we do.”
His lips were just a few inches away from hers when an insistent beeping came from the kitchen.
He jerked his head up, looking in the direction of the sound. “What the…?”
Cilla couldn't help laughing at the expression on his face. “It's my coffee maker. It beeps when it’s ready.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “I can go get it, if you want.”
Reed’s arms slipped around her waist, pulling her back against his hard chest. “I think the coffee can wait, don't you?”
His voice was rough in her ear, his breath warm. She moaned as she felt his erection against her ass. At least she thought it was his cock. She supposed it might have been another kind of weapon. She wiggled her ass slowly back and forth to check. Oh, yeah. That was all cock back there. A seriously impressive one at that.
“I'm okay with letting the coffee wait,” she murmured.
She was so entranced with Reed's shaft and what he was doing to her that she almost didn't remember Hayes until he tipped up her chin and touched his lips to hers.
The spark of sexual electricity that jumped between them definitively got her attention.
She melted into his arms and opened her mouth to his playful tongue. He tasted like coffee and pure, unadulterated male.
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Happy Reading!
Working the late shift just got a whole lot more fun!
Cilla Garner has it bad for Hayes Prescott and Reed Lockwood, the two hot cops who come into the coffee shop where she works the late shift. When her coworker goes home early and leaves her alone with Denver's finest, she can't help but flirt. Of course, if they both end up asking her out, she has no idea how she'll choose. The idea of having a threesome doesn't even enter her mind until they hint at it, and then it's all she can think about.
She has the perfect opportunity to take them up on it when they offer to drive her home after work. What girl wouldn't be thrilled at the idea of sleeping with two guys who come with their own handcuffs?
Excerpt:
She looked at them from beneath her lashes, hoping one—or both—of them would pick up on her interest and ask her out. Of course, if they both did, she could be in trouble. Which one would she pick?
Hayes leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. His hazel eyes were more green than brown, with little gold flecks. “Do you have a boyfriend, Cilla?”
That was easier than she’d thought. She was afraid she might have been too subtle.
“No.”
She wanted to finish her degree as quickly as possible, which meant taking a full course load every semester, so she hadn’t had much time for a social life. But now that she was just a few classes away from graduating, that wasn’t a problem.
“What about you?” she asked. “Are you seeing anyone?”
“We’re both between relationships,” Reed said.
Was that his way of telling her he was interested in her, too?
Cilla looked from one cop to the other. “Hard to believe some girl hasn't scooped up two attractive guys like you.”
“It's hard finding a woman who can handle us,” Hayes answered.
Us?
That was an interesting way to phrase it. Hayes hadn't said it was hard finding women who could handle them, or their jobs. But a woman—singular—who could handle them—plural. Had it simply been a Freudian slip, or had he been referring to what she thought he was? The image made heat pool between her thighs, and she squeezed her legs tighter together. She'd never been with two guys at the same time before. Never even considered it. But now that she thought about it, the possibility was intriguing.
“Maybe you haven’t found the right woman.”
Had she just said that out loud? Well, she had to gauge their interest, didn’t she?
Reed chuckled. “Guess not.”
Cilla’s breath hitched. Oh, yeah. They were definitely talking about a threesome.
Since they were both gorgeous and unattached, she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity, that was for damn sure. This might be her only chance to fulfill her fantasies—with not one, but two hot cops.
“It’s almost closing time. I should probably clean up.” Her heart sank as Hayes and Reed pushed back their chairs. “You don’t have to leave.”
“We weren’t,” Hayes said. “We’re just going to give you a hand.”
“Oh.” Relief coursed through Cilla and she smiled. “That’s very nice of you.”
Reed grinned. “We’re nice guys.”
Cleaning out the coffee pots and wiping down the tables took a lot less time with their help. On the down side, it also gave her a lot less time to figure out a way to let them know she was up for that threesome they’d hinted at.
Wishing there was something else to clean up, she picked up her messenger bag. “I know you’re probably not supposed to do this, but do you think you could give me a ride to the subway? I’d really hate to have to walk all that way in the rain.”
Hayes exchanged looks with Reed, then gave her a grin. “We’ll do you one better and give you a ride home. Although I'm afraid you’ll have to sit in the back. That's not a problem, is it?”
She winked. “As long as I'm not under arrest.”
“Definitely not.” Hayes looked her up and down. “It would be a true crime if anyone ever had to lock you away.”
The heat in his eyes made her pussy purr. “And no cuffs, right?”
Reed gave her slow smile. “Only if you don’t behave yourself.”
The smolder in Reed’s eyes conveyed his message loud and clear—if you want to be cuffed, I'm your man. That image made her pulse skip a beat. This night was getting more interesting by the minute.
Cilla’s hand trembled a little as she locked up the shop. Dropping the keys in her purse, she turned to open the umbrella she’d borrowed, but Reed took it from her.
His mouth curved as he held it over her head. “Allow me.”
Gorgeous and well-mannered—a potent combination.
Cilla had never been in a police car before. It felt really strange being behind the metal cage that separated the back seat from the front. Like she was their prisoner for them to do with her whatever they wanted. The idea sent a delicious, little shiver through her.
In the front, Reed was on the radio, telling the station he and Hayes were going off shift. Was it just her imagination, or had Reed made the call so she’d know he and Hayes were free for the rest of the night?
Hayes glanced at her over his shoulder. “Where to?”
Cilla rattled off her address. She was about to give him directions, too, but as he pulled away from the curb and headed in the right direction, she decided he mustn’t have needed them. Then again, he was a cop. He probably knew every street in the city.
She didn’t live far from the coffee shop, so it wouldn’t take long to get to her apartment. Which meant she was going to have to think of something quick if she didn’t want the evening to end on her doorstep.
As Hayes pulled up to the curb a little while later, she leaned forward. “I know it’s late, but would you guys like to come in for coffee?”
As invitations went, it was lame. But what was she supposed to say? Want to come up and have a threesome?
The two cops exchanged a glance before Reed answered.
“We’d like that.”
She’d had guys at her place before, but Reed and Hayes seemed to dominate her small apartment with their presence. She could barely concentrate on making the coffee as they looked around.
“You go to the University of Colorado?” Hayes asked from the living room.
She glanced up to see him thumbing through an accounting book she’d left on the coffee table. “Yeah. I take morning classes there three days a week. That's why I get stuck on the late shift so much.”
Reed crossed the room to look over his partner’s shoulder. “Accounting, huh? How close are you to your degree?”
“Three more classes after this semester.” She switched on the coffee pot, then walked into the living room. “I'm getting close enough to taste it.”
Reed’s gaze caressed her. “I know how that feels, being so close to something you can almost taste it.”
Cilla got the feeling he wasn’t talking about getting his college degree. Her breath came a little faster, and she ran her suddenly damp hands down the front of her jeans.
Back at the coffee shop, she thought she’d be able to play it cool, but now the two men were in her apartment, that was harder than she thought.
Thunder boomed and she jumped. She used the distraction to get herself together. Okay, take a deep breath, girl. Just because Reed and Hayes were likely here for more than coffee didn't mean this thing was automatic. Neither man had mentioned having a threesome since they’d dropped the hint. If she wanted this to go anywhere, she had to give them some sort of signal.
But what was she supposed to do—rip off her clothes and throw herself naked across the kitchen table? How could she tell them she was game without coming out and saying it?
Hayes was looking at another one of her books—this time it was advanced calculus.
“Have you always been good with numbers, Cilla?”
“I guess so. I mean, I’ve always liked math.”
Now there was a sexy subject. Yeah, not so much. Maybe she should tell him she wanted to multiply with him. Nah, maybe not. That sounded creepy.
Hayes set the book on the table, then sauntered over to stand in front of her. He gave her a devastating smile. “And I bet a math-minded girl like you probably even has a favorite number, don't you?”
The funny thing was, she did. But she didn't think they really wanted to hear why she thought 3.14 was so cool.
“Actually,” she looked up at his from under her lashes, “I've always been partial to the number three.”
“Three, huh?” Hayes’s smile broadened. “And what's so special about the number three?”
Reed had come over to stand behind her. Not close enough that he was touching her, but still sandwiching her between him and his equally armed-and-sexy partner.
She took a deep breath. Now or never.
“Well,” she said softly. “There’s just so much more you can do with three than you can do with two, you know?”
Hayes leaned in close. Behind her, she felt Reed's big hand trace across her back.
“Yeah, Cilla.” Hayes’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “I think we do.”
His lips were just a few inches away from hers when an insistent beeping came from the kitchen.
He jerked his head up, looking in the direction of the sound. “What the…?”
Cilla couldn't help laughing at the expression on his face. “It's my coffee maker. It beeps when it’s ready.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “I can go get it, if you want.”
Reed’s arms slipped around her waist, pulling her back against his hard chest. “I think the coffee can wait, don't you?”
His voice was rough in her ear, his breath warm. She moaned as she felt his erection against her ass. At least she thought it was his cock. She supposed it might have been another kind of weapon. She wiggled her ass slowly back and forth to check. Oh, yeah. That was all cock back there. A seriously impressive one at that.
“I'm okay with letting the coffee wait,” she murmured.
She was so entranced with Reed's shaft and what he was doing to her that she almost didn't remember Hayes until he tipped up her chin and touched his lips to hers.
The spark of sexual electricity that jumped between them definitively got her attention.
She melted into his arms and opened her mouth to his playful tongue. He tasted like coffee and pure, unadulterated male.
Buy it at Amazon!
http://www.amazon.com/Handcuffs-Badge-Bunnies-Series-ebook/dp/B007USWVQ6/ref=sr_1_40?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1334685373&sr=1-40
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To check out the first book in the series, SEDUCING OFFICER BARLOWE, visit my website at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/BooksSeducingOfficerBarlowe.html
The third book in the series is coming soon!
*hugs*
Paige
"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"
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Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Spring Break Fever
Ah, spring. The
days get longer, the weather turns warmer and, even if you’re not a college
student, dreams of some fun in the sun start dancing in your head. What do you
think of when your hear Spring Break? College kids gone wild? Party time? Wet
T-shirt contests? Hunky tanned lifeguards? Those old beach party movies of the
50s and 60s?
There are a few old
spring break movies set in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, not far from where I lived: Where the Boys Are (1960) with
Connie Francis, Girl Happy (1965)
with Elvis Presley and Shelley Fabares, and Spring
Break (1983) a goofy comedy. There are other movies set in other locales
some not so great B horror flicks (teens doing stupid things, of course.), some
dramas and comedies.
I didn’t have
spring break in college, like the heroine in the story, I was working. Even if
I could’ve gotten off, I couldn’t afford to put gas in my car at that time,
forget about a vacation. But I do remember one spring when I lived in Florida,
I did take a spring break with four girlfriends. The four of us climbed in my
girlfriend’s small convertible and drove to Islamorada in the Keys. We shared
one hotel room and hung out on the beach during the day, and partied and
flirted with guys at the Tiki bar at night. I remember the name of one of the
bands: Big Dick and The Extenders. No kidding.
And no, we didn’t
bring anyone back to our room. There wasn’t anyone that interesting. Yes, the
Tiki bar did have a bikini contest. No, we didn’t enter. We did talk to someone
who was did and found out some of these girls do these contests like a
profession. They have killer bodies and go from resort to resort, entering
these contests and make tons of money.
So do you have any
interesting or fun spring break stories??? Or a favorite spring break movie??
If you’d like to
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SPRING BREAK by Kathy Kulig
Release:
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Ellora’s
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Line: Exotika Moderne, ménage
Blurb:
Spring break beyond your
wildest fantasies? If Justin Watkins can stop watching over his college students
like Big Brother, he might convince the prim-and-proper Mariko Maguire to be his
sex partner at the invitation-only adult club called TropiX. Mariko is in Fort
Lauderdale on business, trying to secure new clients for her PR firm. Abandoning
prior commitments for one wickedly lustful evening—a one-night stand of kinky
sex—was not on her agenda.
Carter Bosworth is
looking for an evening of sex games during his layover in the tropical
playground. He’s a regular at TropiX and always open for a new thrill. His plans
are sidetracked, but it may be to his benefit after all when he meets the
beautiful Mariko. The potent heat
developing between Justin and Mariko tempts her into shedding her inhibitions,
and an exploration in eroticism beyond her imagination develops at the fetish
club.
Monday, April 23, 2012
Meet Finless! Explicit Content
"I am a true Master, a Dominant worthy of anyone’s submission. Nathaniel felt satisfying
conceit returning to his veins. He deserved the gifts of Sarah, of Lily, - of anyone he chose. Little
by little, he stitched his arrogance back into place around his heart and muffled any sincerity or
longing for the moment. Like an annoying mosquito, he knew his conscience would return soon,
so he needed to take advantage of this emotional reprieve. Sarah would deservedly receive the
full brunt of his dilemma.
Sarah arrived at his office, six-fifteen on the spot. She rapped lightly on his door and he
opened it immediately. He gruffly pulled her inside, shut the door, and then locked it with almost
one smooth motion. She looked up at him with smoldering eyes and licked her lips. He shoved
her down by the top of her head in front of him and unzipped his trousers.
He was wearing nothing underneath and his rock hard endowment pushed free of the trouser
fabric, almost smacking Sarah in the face. His trousers fell to the floor. She greedily took
Nathaniel into her mouth and sucked fast and hard. She took him deeply into her throat, gagging
softly from the force. Sarah was so turned on by blowing Nathaniel that she impulsively brought
one hand under her own skirt and touched herself between the legs. As soon as he saw her do
this, he pulled her back to a standing position. “That’s my job!” he informed her brusquely.
He stepped away and ordered her to undress. Sarah did not take her time and quickly shed
every stitch of clothing. Nathaniel wanted to taste her sweetness and pushed her against the door
and spread her legs. As she stood, he lowered himself to his knees and thrust his tongue onto her
waiting clit. He moved his tongue languorously against the heat between her legs. She came
quickly and her knees almost buckled in response.
He stood up and pushed her down to all fours and mounted her from behind. Without
hesitation, he thrust his cock deep inside and moved with lightning speed in and out. The thought
of Lily invaded his mind once again and in rebellion, he quickly filled Sarah with his release.
By six-thirty-five, they were finished, spent and panting from the fervency of their meeting.
Nathaniel dressed quickly and moved to the couch away from Sarah. He sat staring idly into
space for a few moments before Sarah spoke, “welcome home Master.”You can read the first chapter absolutely FREE at the following blog:
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Saturday, April 21, 2012
A Risque Excerpt
"Tell me, what am I going to find if I keep going?" His fingers inched closer. Her heart raced. "Are you damp?" he furthered another inch up her thigh, "wet?" he smiled wickedly, and she gushed from the inside out. "Or, will you be drenched, sweetheart?"
Nala bit her lip. The forecast was indeed a flood warning. She wanted him to continue with this splendid tempest, to break every dam. She needed him to dip his fingers into the deep pool of her desire.
The side of his mouth kicked up, "What's wrong? Have I rendered you speechless?" he taunted.
Nala found strength from his cockiness, from the challenge in his baiting tone. "No, I'm just wondering when you're going to stop teasing me," she wielded her sexiest smile, "and finish what you've started."
He released a deep, throaty chuckle. His finger was now close to her inner flesh, a mere stroke away, "Hot and sassy," he drawled. His eyes boldly bathed her. They twinkled with a feral passion. "Don't worry sweetheart this is going to be the best night of your life," he said and nearing her aching pussy, he squeezed her thigh with the tips of his fingers pulling her heated flesh, "but you're only going to come when I say you can and not one second sooner." He withdrew slightly from the begging wetness between her thighs, possibly for another tormenting tease. She went from on fire to frosty to completely frozen as the thought came to her. Did he feel it?
Suddenly staring down the barrel of her own gun, she had her answer.
With narrowed eyes, he made an annoying clicking sound from the corner of his mouth as he turned to inspect her gun, the one he'd snagged from between her legs. She hadn't even felt him take it.
He inhaled, tilted his head, and twitched the gun at her. "Didn't your daddy ever tell you that little girls shouldn't play with guns?"
"On the contrary, it was a gift from my father." She eyed him skeptically. "And I'll appreciate you giving it back."
She waited to see what he'd do. She knew nothing about the man pointing her gun at her chest. She was still trapped, her wrists gripped by his hand behind her back. Slowly, as if it was a caress, he pressed his thigh across her legs. It rendered a groin kick impossible.
"Maybe we won't find out how wet you are sweetheart," he said regretfully. "Instead, I'm going to take a step back from you. If you move, my finger may slip. Do you understand me?"
She looked him steadily in the eye. "Yes."
She heard the safety button click. The weapon was ready to go off. She remained still. He meant business, and she wasn't going to mess around with a loaded gun. He could have it. "Guess I'll have to ask Daddy to get me a new gun next Christmas."
He released her. Slowly he moved away but kept his aim steady as he reached over to the sofa and picked up his jacket. "In my experience, a woman who straps a gun to her leg only does so for one of two reasons." He threw his coat over his shoulder. "One, she's a killer, a hired assassin." He released the cartridge from her gun and put it in his pocket. "Or two, she's an agent," he said and tossed her empty gun to her. "Until I figure out which one you are, sweetheart, I can't sleep with you. I need to know who I'm fucking. But when I find out, you can bet your sweet little ass I'll be coming back for you." He took a lethal step toward her.
She held her empty gun to her chest and held her breath. Both of his forearms, the ones that flexed so beautiful when he poured her drink, trapped her again between him and the wall.
He glared into her eyes. "But when I return for you, those sexy little moans will be turned into pleasurable, sweet, satisfied cries."
A little bit about the Book
Tantum Maddox is clever, enigmatic, and dominant but like every mysterious man he has a dark past and is wary of letting his heart come out from the shadows. Nala Dekker is witty, smart and like many modern woman- she's a control freak. Their characters emerge through The Risqué Target. Nala pulls Tantum from his darkness, while Tantum relinquishes Nala's control, taking it in a way that Nala is unable to deny.
The "Book" Blurb:
There's one name that has Agent Nala Dekker reaching for the gun holstered to her leg- Tantum Maddox, the one name her partner said before he died in her arms. After three years of searching for the faceless Tantum Maddox, his name has finally surfaced. Nala jumps on the first plane to Boston in chase of her long-awaited revenge. But instead of taking Tantum in for his crime or shooting him-in self-defense, of course-- Nala nearly ends up in bed with the killer. So, it probably would've been a good idea to find out what her Target looked like before she went after him... Click to continue reading...
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The Keeper by Tilly GreeneThora, an elfin woman, has a plan to get her creativity back on track and it involves Mother Nature. To be happy and content, she needs to re-establish their connection and then her artistic energy will once again flow with ease, putting her back in her happy place. Driving home she passes through Fortunes Forest and stops for a walk, only she ends up with so much more. She never expected communing with Mother Nature would turn into a delightfully thorny interlude with a stranger she discovers is also a keeper.
Pleasurable pain changes her needs and dreams, but what about the stranger who takes her?
Excerpt
Thora, a normally strong-willed independent elfin woman, feared her heart would burst from her chest. Already the organ pumped faster and harder than it ever had before. The situation she found herself in had changed for the worse. All she could hear was the speedy hammering of the muscle in her chest.
Shifting from one foot to the other immediately brought more pain, clouding her mind to everything but what happened to her body. The very real terror she experienced now felt unlike anything she’d ever encountered before, and she wasn’t sure she’d survive. Tears filled with hurt and frustration formed in her eyes, and threatened to spill at any moment. Mentally she chastised herself for taking the detour through the forest instead heading straight home. The view from her car window had been beautiful, soothing, and seemed to invite her to spend more time in the tranquil space.
Unfortunately for her, all the beauty had turned into a nightmare—a living, breathing, intoxicating nightmare.
* * * *
The day had started out normally. Work, work, and—oh yes—more work. Being a secretary in a major elfin corporation involved in projects across the planets could be interesting, but not that day. No, it had been filled with annoying phone calls and tedious paperwork. Breakfast had been a banana sliced over a bowl of granola and wheat germ, and a cucumber and beet salad at her desk for lunch. Neither offered much excitement, but they had given her energy to get on with things.
By the end of her time behind the desk, she needed to relax and find a peaceful place where her imagination and dreams could flourish, and only after that happened could she enjoy the weekend. Those two days belonged to her and she had planned to spend them locked in her true passion—painting. With that aspiration in mind, she was thankful one of the ways home led past Fortunes Forest. When she spotted a layby, she pulled over, stepped onto the pebbled verge, and walked in search of inspiration.
What made her current predicament so horrible was that she’d found a brief glimpse of her little personal spot of heaven, and then it was gone.
A few minutes ago she’d traipsed across a velvet soft, mossy hillock, thinking about how it felt—as if she walked on cool clouds. Ancient limbs, heavy with foliage, waved gently overhead. They whistled softly in the breeze and allowed small trickles of sunlight to drip through their boughs, lighting her way.
Everything had been lovely, idyllic, and yet it turned even more beautiful the moment she stepped into a clearing with an enticing, crisp little pond at its center. In less than a second, she stripped down to her skin and dipped beneath its smooth surface. There was nothing wrong with skinny dipping other than it played into a feeling of being naughty, she was an elfin adult and elfin’s were all sorts of wicked. Once her body finished fleshing out, her ears had found their final form, and she thought they had a delightful shape.
If only she could run a finger along them, she’d surely calm down and find a way out of this mess.
Friday, April 20, 2012
Writing Menages and Chasing Tornadoes
While I write across many, many genres of romance and erotic romance, writing menages are some of my favorite things to delve into. Specifically the m/m/f pairing up in a menage. Not every story I have to tell involves a triad, but my upcoming release allowed me to combine two of my favorite things: a m/m/f menage and storm chasing.
“She’s fucking insane.”
Snyder slammed on the brakes and narrowly missed Kate’s Jeep when she swerved in front of him. “Give me directions instead of commentary, Tripp. You pay attention to the tornado and I’ll pay attention to crazy drivers.”
He gunned the engine of his truck as he watched the offending vehicle speed down the dirt road dividing a freshly plowed field. “Where the hell is she going?” he muttered, more to himself than his partner in the passenger seat.
The ominous supercell had dropped a howling twister a few miles back. Now the race was on to catch it. Tripp’s fingers tapped on the screen of the tablet he was using for a GPS. “Take this road here and keep following it. Should put us a few miles ahead of this cell.”
“Got it. What kind of action are you seeing?”
The keys of the laptop mounted to the dashboard clacked as Tripp’s fingers flew over them and he snorted. “Straight and steady, for the moment. Kate must know something we don’t.”
Snyder gritted his teeth as he flipped on the blinker and sped past a slower moving car. “Not my problem right now. Besides, she isn’t exactly behaving any differently than normal.”
Their colleague Kate Sinclair was a risk taker and an adrenaline junkie—a definite plus considering the reason they drove thousands of miles in one day. Craziness was always beneficial when chasing violent storms that were capable of leveling entire towns. Snyder hated to admit it, but Kate’s brash actions always got the team what they needed. The data they collected was vital and necessary to increase warning times.
“Just get me where I need to be so we can intercept this thing and get out of here before things really get nasty.”
“Take a right. Pick up the road at the end and follow it out.”
The abrupt change of direction worried Snyder. “Is it shifting?”
“A bit, yeah. This should compensate and keep us in the path. Shit.”
Been waiting for that. Out of the corner of his eye, Snyder saw Tripp Dawson drum his fingers against the seat while he studied the netbook in his lap. That kind of contemplation was not a good sign when they were chasing a vortex generating winds over one hundred miles an hour. “What now?”
Tripp muttered something under his breath and Snyder cleared his throat to get his attention. “Shifting again. There doesn’t seem to be any kind of clear path that I can make out. She went from straight as an arrow to as crooked as the mountains back home. It’s almost impossible to track like this—look out!”
Prepared this time, Snyder let off the accelerator and tapped the brakes. To his left, Kate’s white Jeep sped through a stop sign. If he hadn’t stopped before the intersection, she would have slammed into the side of his truck.
Fucking insane is putting it lightly.
Well past annoyed now, he immediately jerked the wheel to the right and slammed the accelerator to the floor. Tripp fumbled for the handle over the window as the truck hit a few cavernous potholes that sent expensive equipment flying. Snyder would replace anything he broke with his own money when this chase was over. For the moment, broken equipment was the least of his worries.
Knowing she wouldn’t bother to answer her cell phone, Snyder thumbed the receiver on his radio with one hand and hollered into the handset. “Kate, get your head out of your ass. You’re going to get one of us killed if you keep driving like this.”
The vehicle in front of them took a hard left without signaling or stepping on the brakes. Caught unaware, Snyder flew past the turn, unable to stop with his heavier vehicle.
“Fuck me. SKYWARN spotters report it’s increasing in size and strength again. Just took out the entire power grid.”
The laptop they used for their storm lab broke free from its clips and hit the windshield as Snyder slammed on the brakes and threw the gearshift into reverse. Tripp scrambled to collect everything before it went flying.
On the right path, Snyder used the radio once more. “Kate, this thing is bigger than they’re expecting and growing by the second. It’s too damn dangerous. Call off the chase now. It’s not worth the risk.”
When radio silence met him, he tossed the receiver to the dashboard and gripped the steering wheel. This time, when Kate made a sharp turn, he was ready for it and took it with her.
“We’re not chasing the funnel anymore, are we?” Snyder kept his focus on the road ahead and ignored Tripp’s question. He pushed the truck more than he would have normally because the tornado was the least of his worries. The last thing he wanted to do was scrape Kate off the side of some dirt back road in the middle of Kansas.
Kate suddenly braked, coming to a complete stop in the center of the road. Her door flew open and she jumped out, camera in hand. Ignoring the truck as they approached, she immediately went to the other side of the Jeep, using the front quarter panel to brace her body against the wind.
Snyder stopped the truck a few yards away and narrowed his gaze as he kept an eye on his colleague, who’d willingly put herself in danger. “What does Doppler say?”
“Radar is showing it’s losing some energy, but still staying on this heading.”
Which mean it would pass close by, but not enough to put them in any kind of serious danger. Snyder leaned forward and adjusted the video camera mounted on the dash as he studied the dark clouds.
The radio crackled and Tripp made a grab for it. “Blaney? We got one.”
“We lost you guys back near the airport. Where the hell are you?”
“We’re out on 9 near Jewell.” Tripp shook his head and rolled his eyes at Snyder with all the hoots and hollers that came across the radio. The group was an assortment of students from Kate’s forecasting classes at the University of Oklahoma. Most of them were just as crazy as the woman in front of them.
“Caught it, didn’t you? We’ll monitor things from here. Charley is getting some good video.”
So is someone else. Snyder continued to watch as Kate snapped picture after picture of the storm and wondered what had driven her to take this track. He would have never guessed the storm would be here right at this moment. He’d always thought his instincts about storms were dead on until he’d met Kate five years ago.
Their first day in the field, she’d put him to utter shame when he hadn’t followed her forecasting and ended up in another state. She’d intercepted the storm of her career and he’d encountered nothing but miles and miles of a sky free of any sort of storm clouds. His first blue sky bust.
He and Tripp had learned a lot since then, and they owed it all to Kate.
“Not good. Not good.”
The tight strain in Tripp’s voice caught Snyder’s attention. “What?”
“Tornado’s heading right for us.”
Fear tightened Snyder’s gut as Tripp’s worried gaze met his. “Hell. Get over here. Turn us around and I’ll get her whether or not she likes it.” Wind bit at him as soon as he stepped out of the truck. Focused on one goal, he didn’t care if it ripped him to shreds.
He focused on the fact they all needed to get out of here.
As he held up his arms to deflect the wind, the rain started. Driven by high-speed winds, the drops lashed at him, soaking his clothing in seconds. The heavy weight of his wet cotton tee and jeans didn’t deter him in his quest. He fought the gusts, wrestling with the ferocity of nature to get to his goal.
The howling was horrible and reminded him of a jet engine barreling down a runway right for them. That strong wind whipped Kate’s black hair, tangling it as she widened her stance in order to brace herself from the approaching storm. She moved with a casual ease that gave no hint to the danger swirling less than a half mile from where they stood.
The elephant-trunk-shaped tornado gave a deep growl as it chewed up the field. It had darkened considerably since they’d started the chase, the dirt and debris it churned up altering the color to a deep, murky gray. If Snyder hadn’t been so worried about getting Kate and leaving, he might have taken the time to be impressed with Mother Nature’s creation.
He ducked as a thin tree branch narrowly missed his head and reminded him why he was in this mess. The Jeep provided a good anchor and he braced himself against it as he pressed forward.
“Kate, we have to get out of here.”
She was so focused she didn’t even bother to look at him. “I’ll be fine. She’s been shifting the whole path. She’ll shift again.”
“No, she won’t. She’s headed right for you. Come on!”
~*~
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Not two things you'd think would go together, huh? But CHASING SIN allowed me to do just that. All three of my characters are adrenaline junkies who chase tornadoes in the spring and hurricanes in the summer. Not only do they have an intense passion for studying nature's fury, they also burn hot, hot, hot for one another. Their lives are intense and this book is certainly filled with moments that reflect just that.
An Excerpt From: CHASING SIN
Copyright © SARA BROOKES, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter One
“She’s fucking insane.”
Snyder slammed on the brakes and narrowly missed Kate’s Jeep when she swerved in front of him. “Give me directions instead of commentary, Tripp. You pay attention to the tornado and I’ll pay attention to crazy drivers.”
He gunned the engine of his truck as he watched the offending vehicle speed down the dirt road dividing a freshly plowed field. “Where the hell is she going?” he muttered, more to himself than his partner in the passenger seat.
The ominous supercell had dropped a howling twister a few miles back. Now the race was on to catch it. Tripp’s fingers tapped on the screen of the tablet he was using for a GPS. “Take this road here and keep following it. Should put us a few miles ahead of this cell.”
“Got it. What kind of action are you seeing?”
The keys of the laptop mounted to the dashboard clacked as Tripp’s fingers flew over them and he snorted. “Straight and steady, for the moment. Kate must know something we don’t.”
Snyder gritted his teeth as he flipped on the blinker and sped past a slower moving car. “Not my problem right now. Besides, she isn’t exactly behaving any differently than normal.”
Their colleague Kate Sinclair was a risk taker and an adrenaline junkie—a definite plus considering the reason they drove thousands of miles in one day. Craziness was always beneficial when chasing violent storms that were capable of leveling entire towns. Snyder hated to admit it, but Kate’s brash actions always got the team what they needed. The data they collected was vital and necessary to increase warning times.
“Just get me where I need to be so we can intercept this thing and get out of here before things really get nasty.”
“Take a right. Pick up the road at the end and follow it out.”
The abrupt change of direction worried Snyder. “Is it shifting?”
“A bit, yeah. This should compensate and keep us in the path. Shit.”
Been waiting for that. Out of the corner of his eye, Snyder saw Tripp Dawson drum his fingers against the seat while he studied the netbook in his lap. That kind of contemplation was not a good sign when they were chasing a vortex generating winds over one hundred miles an hour. “What now?”
Tripp muttered something under his breath and Snyder cleared his throat to get his attention. “Shifting again. There doesn’t seem to be any kind of clear path that I can make out. She went from straight as an arrow to as crooked as the mountains back home. It’s almost impossible to track like this—look out!”
Prepared this time, Snyder let off the accelerator and tapped the brakes. To his left, Kate’s white Jeep sped through a stop sign. If he hadn’t stopped before the intersection, she would have slammed into the side of his truck.
Fucking insane is putting it lightly.
Well past annoyed now, he immediately jerked the wheel to the right and slammed the accelerator to the floor. Tripp fumbled for the handle over the window as the truck hit a few cavernous potholes that sent expensive equipment flying. Snyder would replace anything he broke with his own money when this chase was over. For the moment, broken equipment was the least of his worries.
Knowing she wouldn’t bother to answer her cell phone, Snyder thumbed the receiver on his radio with one hand and hollered into the handset. “Kate, get your head out of your ass. You’re going to get one of us killed if you keep driving like this.”
The vehicle in front of them took a hard left without signaling or stepping on the brakes. Caught unaware, Snyder flew past the turn, unable to stop with his heavier vehicle.
“Fuck me. SKYWARN spotters report it’s increasing in size and strength again. Just took out the entire power grid.”
The laptop they used for their storm lab broke free from its clips and hit the windshield as Snyder slammed on the brakes and threw the gearshift into reverse. Tripp scrambled to collect everything before it went flying.
On the right path, Snyder used the radio once more. “Kate, this thing is bigger than they’re expecting and growing by the second. It’s too damn dangerous. Call off the chase now. It’s not worth the risk.”
When radio silence met him, he tossed the receiver to the dashboard and gripped the steering wheel. This time, when Kate made a sharp turn, he was ready for it and took it with her.
“We’re not chasing the funnel anymore, are we?” Snyder kept his focus on the road ahead and ignored Tripp’s question. He pushed the truck more than he would have normally because the tornado was the least of his worries. The last thing he wanted to do was scrape Kate off the side of some dirt back road in the middle of Kansas.
Kate suddenly braked, coming to a complete stop in the center of the road. Her door flew open and she jumped out, camera in hand. Ignoring the truck as they approached, she immediately went to the other side of the Jeep, using the front quarter panel to brace her body against the wind.
Snyder stopped the truck a few yards away and narrowed his gaze as he kept an eye on his colleague, who’d willingly put herself in danger. “What does Doppler say?”
“Radar is showing it’s losing some energy, but still staying on this heading.”
Which mean it would pass close by, but not enough to put them in any kind of serious danger. Snyder leaned forward and adjusted the video camera mounted on the dash as he studied the dark clouds.
The radio crackled and Tripp made a grab for it. “Blaney? We got one.”
“We lost you guys back near the airport. Where the hell are you?”
“We’re out on 9 near Jewell.” Tripp shook his head and rolled his eyes at Snyder with all the hoots and hollers that came across the radio. The group was an assortment of students from Kate’s forecasting classes at the University of Oklahoma. Most of them were just as crazy as the woman in front of them.
“Caught it, didn’t you? We’ll monitor things from here. Charley is getting some good video.”
So is someone else. Snyder continued to watch as Kate snapped picture after picture of the storm and wondered what had driven her to take this track. He would have never guessed the storm would be here right at this moment. He’d always thought his instincts about storms were dead on until he’d met Kate five years ago.
Their first day in the field, she’d put him to utter shame when he hadn’t followed her forecasting and ended up in another state. She’d intercepted the storm of her career and he’d encountered nothing but miles and miles of a sky free of any sort of storm clouds. His first blue sky bust.
He and Tripp had learned a lot since then, and they owed it all to Kate.
“Not good. Not good.”
The tight strain in Tripp’s voice caught Snyder’s attention. “What?”
“Tornado’s heading right for us.”
Fear tightened Snyder’s gut as Tripp’s worried gaze met his. “Hell. Get over here. Turn us around and I’ll get her whether or not she likes it.” Wind bit at him as soon as he stepped out of the truck. Focused on one goal, he didn’t care if it ripped him to shreds.
He focused on the fact they all needed to get out of here.
As he held up his arms to deflect the wind, the rain started. Driven by high-speed winds, the drops lashed at him, soaking his clothing in seconds. The heavy weight of his wet cotton tee and jeans didn’t deter him in his quest. He fought the gusts, wrestling with the ferocity of nature to get to his goal.
The howling was horrible and reminded him of a jet engine barreling down a runway right for them. That strong wind whipped Kate’s black hair, tangling it as she widened her stance in order to brace herself from the approaching storm. She moved with a casual ease that gave no hint to the danger swirling less than a half mile from where they stood.
The elephant-trunk-shaped tornado gave a deep growl as it chewed up the field. It had darkened considerably since they’d started the chase, the dirt and debris it churned up altering the color to a deep, murky gray. If Snyder hadn’t been so worried about getting Kate and leaving, he might have taken the time to be impressed with Mother Nature’s creation.
He ducked as a thin tree branch narrowly missed his head and reminded him why he was in this mess. The Jeep provided a good anchor and he braced himself against it as he pressed forward.
“Kate, we have to get out of here.”
She was so focused she didn’t even bother to look at him. “I’ll be fine. She’s been shifting the whole path. She’ll shift again.”
“No, she won’t. She’s headed right for you. Come on!”
~*~
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Thursday, April 19, 2012
Erotic Excerpt: "Pop Baby Krissy Doucet"
Adult Excerpt For
Available 04-26-12 @ Siren-BookStrand
Adult Excerpt:
Krissy ran her wet tongue over her lips as she unbuttoned his jeans. “Just thinking about sucking you and licking you makes me wet.”
“I want a taste.” He reached over to pull her dress up.
Krissy helped him by lifting her hips and pulling the bottom of her dress up until it was around her waist. Then she got rid of her flip-flops and popped her feet up on the dash. As she spread her legs, she pulled his cock free, wrapped her fist around the base and began stroking it up and down. With the fingers of her other hand, she slowly teased her clit.
“Do you ever wear panties?” Keenan asked.
“Umm, not so much,” she replied. “They only get in the way of things like this.” She arched her lower back and moaned. “Just imagine how it would feel…sliding in and out…so hot and wet.”
He could barely keep his eyes trained on the road as her finger disappeared inside her pussy. Eagerly, he licked his lips. “I want to taste you.” The cheeks of his ass tightened when her fist circled him tighter. “Come on, Kris, don’t make me wait.”
Krissy pulled her fingers out and sucked them, her tongue wrapping around each one of them. “So wet!” she teased.
“Come on,” he groaned in reply. He listened as she laughed and put her hand back between her legs. She strummed her clit with her thumb as she drove her middle finger into her opening. He was amazed at how she could always find her G-spot immediately. When she did, she nearly jumped off the seat. He could tell she was so tempted to remove her seat belt but he wasn’t willing to let her risk her safety. “No way, Kris, safety before orgasm.” He said then added. “I want you to come and then let me suck it from your fingers.”
Keenan could barely keep his eyes on the road as she pleasured herself. “Fuck your pussy with your fingers, Kris…harder…harder.” His voice became thick with need as he watched her. He looked down at the speedometer and realized he was going too slow, so he pushed on the gas pedal and got up to speed. He didn’t want to risk being stopped, not yet anyway.
Her soft moans were driving him nuts, and her fist pumped his cock faster as she approached her orgasm. He would come if she wasn’t careful. “Slow down a little, Kris. I don’t want to come yet.”
He knew she was close to orgasm when her pussy spasmed, sucking her fingers deeper as she arched her spine. Her hand left his cock and dove under the hem of her dress up to her breasts to her nipples where she pinched the tight buds until she nearly screamed. As promised, she pulled her fingers out and put them in his mouth, giving him the first taste of her cum. Another spasm rocked her body as he sucked them past his teeth, his tongue swirling between them, tasting her musk.
When her body stopped shaking, she pulled her fingers from his mouth and freed herself of the shoulder strap of her seat belt. Then she put her head between his legs and gently licked the tip of his cock. It was so fucking hard, and he imagined how it would feel to have her ride it. She pursed her lips around the swollen crown and carefully began sucking his length into her mouth, inch by pleasurable inch. His hips arched forward, trying to get more of his cock into her mouth, but she held him off by grasping the base with her hand.
She continued her downward assault, laving her tongue over the thick vein on the underside of his cock. As she reached the halfway point, she slid back up again, taking him to the very tip. Before he could fall away from her mouth, she went down again, this time sucking him so deep that he hit the back of her throat. She quickly swallowed, milking him, working her throat around the head with desperation.
Keenan gripped the steering wheel and groaned as Krissy sucked his cock, her tongue soft and feathery as it slid over him like silk. “Swallow me,” he ordered, and she pulled away just enough so that she could look up at him. Tortuously, she wrapped her lips around the head again, opened her throat, and swallowed his entire length. “Fuck!” he exclaimed.
Slowly, she fucked him with her mouth, her tongue lavishing every hard inch of him. Her strokes careful and calculated, she dipped the fingers of her hand underneath his balls so that she could massage them. Pre-cum seeped from the slit, coating her lips. She flicked her tongue out, licking the moisture. His breath caught, and he felt her smile. He knew she liked the erotic image of her licking his fluid from her lips. She put her fist around the thick base of his cock and began fisting him at the same time. His thighs tensed, and she sucked harder and faster because she knew he was ready to come.
As the first hot stream of semen splashed against the back of her throat, she swallowed it quickly, anxious for more. He thrust his hips upward again as he spilled more over her tongue and filled her mouth. She held its warmth, allowing it to coat his cock until he was done. When he slowed his movements and his hips relaxed, she swallowed and looked up at him.
“Mmm, that was fun!” she exclaimed as she sat up. “We must do that again, and soon.”
Keenan looked around at the cars surrounding them. They were in the middle lane of the 405, driving a mere ten miles an hour. What a show they must have given the evening rush hour. “I hope the paparazzi didn’t see that,” he said.
The Gargoyles Female
The Gargoyles Female
Urban/Fantasy/Romance
By: Diane Story
Available Now at
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Central park in the fall is supposed to be a lovely. But for Katharine and Behlem it is the season that hands them hell. A battle between the Gargoyle’s and the Narcoblix might be the seed of their love. But deceit, blood and anger get in their way.
The Gargoyle’s younglings and their un-hatched eggs have been without human protection for far too long. Will the love between a human and a Gargoyle give them what they need to survive?
Most humans couldn’t see Katharine’s true beauty. Nor could they have guessed that her father was a SkinWalker and that she was the great-great granddaughter of Princess Katharine of Avalon.
Behlem is a Gargoyle and he is Katharine’s prince charming. He is handsome and flamboyant. One day he and his brother will vie for their father’s crown.
What will it take for Behlem to realize that Katharine is his female!
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"Pop Baby Krissy Doucet" By Diane Story
"Pop Baby Krissy Doucet"
(Pop Babies 1)
Coming April 26, 2012
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Keenan Fazio can't decide if he is lucky, or damned. Why? Because after waking up in Europe with pop princess Krissy Doucet in his arms, he knows his life has changed. Out-of-work dancers are a dime a dozen. For Keenan, dancing is his way of life
The moment Krissy set her sights on Keenan, she knew he was amazing. Choosing him at the club was one of the best decisions of her life. Yet how can she compete with the beautiful Tara Butler? A woman from Keenan’s past who understands his sexual desires. Would sharing Keenan in Tara’s bed be their only option for love?
Sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll might seem like a great theme for a seventies movie, but for Keenan and Krissy it is their way of life. The paparazzi say they are in lust, not love. For them, lust and love go hand in hand.
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Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Kacey's RT Convention Highlights
This year, I decided to take my daughter (almost 16 y.o.) to the RT Convention in Chicago. My main focus was to promote all my releases, [Last Man Standing, Sinful and Illusions], network, visit with old friends and put faces to names of new friends. To say that there was fun, laughter, high energy, books galore and deep discussions about WIPs is an understatement. But for me the biggest highlights were as a fan of many authors, and the joy my daughter got from meeting those authors that have touched her just as deeply as my favourites touched me with each story written.
I / We are thrilled to have finally met authors like Liia Ann White, Becca Jameson, Annmarie McKenna, Stacey Kade, James Rollins, Rick Mofina, W. Lynn Chantale, Richelle Mead, Kelley Armstrong, Emily Cale, Lisa Fox, Lorelei James...and so many more! All YA authors were a huge thrill for my daughter.
I was able to reconnect with authors I've met before -- Amanda McIntyre, Sahara Kelly, SL Carpenter, Mackenzie McKade, Monette Michaels, Bonnie Dee, Tina Burns -- always great to see them all!
Along with those mentioned above there were many HUGE highlights. And by HUGE I mean, authors who are like rock stars to me LOL My hands shook as I met -- and got to enjoy great conversation with...
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| With Cherry Adair |
Cherry Adair ... one of my all-time fave authors who just weaves me into her stories and never lets go. I read my first Adair title, The Mercenary, probably when I was about 19 (Harlequin Temptation), and all these years later (no I won't tell you exactly LOL), she's (her stories are) still like an addiction.
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| with Francine Pascal |
And do you remember the Sweet Valley High series? Francine Pascal? Those Wakefield Twins were like a bad rash. They drove me crazy but I couldn't stop reading about them! For years, until I found Brockmann & Roberts, they were all I read. So to meet Francine Pascal last week was AMAZING!!! I think I even squealed like a teenager at a rock concert and my daughter laughed her fool head off. But, well worth it, to stand beside THE author that really got me into reading. Thank you, Mrs. Pascal!!! And what a gentle soul she is. Soft spoken and kind, I was in awe!
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| with Sue Grafton |
I always found the alphabet extremely boring. Until Sue Grafton's series of course! Another author who wows me with her suspense titles and hooks me with every written word. From A to U (I haven't read V yet), has been amazing and each one is fresh and makes me eager for the next. Not sure what I'll do when Z is done!
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| with Sara Brookes |
Someone whom I've worked closely with in my 'alter-ego', admire a lot and who is incredibly smart, funny, quirky and all-around geek girl. Sara Brookes...whose sci-fi titles are about the only ones of the genre I read. Simply incredible and who made me see the sci-fi genre differently. She writes some awesome stories in other genres too!!!
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| with Vivian Arend |
Cowboys are one of my favourite topics to read about, did anyone know that? Mmm, might have kept it a secret, but some of my favourite cowboys are from Vivian Arend's Six Pack Ranch. Sexy, strong, smokin' hot, tantalizing, real men who have hearts of gold...make for some exhilarating reads. Meeting her was one of the first things I set out to do and was a goal accomplished, and cherished!
I have a gazillion books to read now, not like the TBR pile was lacking, but these were just the highlights I had to share. If you've never been to an RT Convention, I highly recommend it. But be sure to get plenty of rest beforehand...it's a very active, energizing week. I'm still trying to recoup!!!
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