Coming out June 7th
Menage? Check. 3 stories? Check. A lot of tongue in cheek humor, one character’s obsession with Ewan McGregor, and a little, teensy pinch of unusual Hopi magic? Check. Oh and we can’t forget that one character gets spanked with an Eve Berlin book (yep, I totally went there hehe)
The stories are set in Sedona, Arizona. I used to live there, once upon a time with my very best friend…who became my husband. ;) It was visibly the most beautiful place I’ve ever lived. Red rocks that lit on fire every sunrise and sunset–a sky so full of stars it didn’t look real. And the people? Well, this book, along with being really dirty and a little kinky, is my homage to the unusual, fantastic and fascinating people I knew for the few years I was there. I hope you like it-here’s a peek.
When Dani, Bailey and Kaya get together for an unusual girls night, wish on a shower of falling stars and soon find their most erotic dreams coming true. In Sinful Desires, magic is in the air when a mysterious stranger and one wild night of passion help Dani Harries admit her feelings for her longtime friend Liam, who has been in love with her for years.
Sinful Sensations follows the story of Bailey Wagner, who intends to stick to her five-year plan while she waits for Mr. Right. But when her sexy new boss convinces her to let loose with him–and a few of his friends–what begins as a kinky work break turns out to be a dream come true.
Fortune-teller by day and waitress by night, Kaya Honahni is too busy running from the expectations of her traditional Hopi family to search for romance, but in Sinful Pleasures, it finds her–times two. Despite her best efforts, Kaya can’t deny her attraction to Jace, or to his secretive best friend. And considering the way they respond to her, she won’t have to…
Then we of the flowers of the earth come forth
to receive a long life of joy
We call ourselves the Butterfly Maidens
-Hopi Song of Creation
If she’s honest, every woman will admit she’s had at least one moment when she realized she might have made a hasty decision regarding a man. Either she picked the wrong one because he appeared magnetic and exciting, quickly learning she’d made a dangerous mistake . . . or she became the sexless buddy of the guy she later discovered had all the makings of Mr. Right.
In her case, Dani was two for two.
Only she hadn’t figured out her second miscalculation until early that morning. In the shower. With the disappearing spider.
When she first saw it she was too shocked to react. It was huge. Beautiful. Not a word she would normally associate with a spider, but this wasn’t like any other she’d ever seen. The designs on its body were geometrically perfect. White and blue angled lines formed a maze, a labyrinth that was so hypnotic, so stunning, that for a moment she wished she had a camera.
The next moment she remembered why she didn’t. Because she was in the shower. Unarmed. Naked. And that beautiful spider could be poisonous.
She’d like to think any other woman in her situation would have screamed as loudly as she did then, but she had her doubts.
She barely registered the sound of stomping feet up the stairs, the slam of the bathroom door as it bounced off the wall. When your life was in arachnid-induced jeopardy, everything else seemed unimportant.
Her coral-colored shower curtain was ripped open so ferociously it tore, leaving a large chunk of its vinyl body dangling from the fist of her savior.
“Spider!” Dani closed her eyes and pointed, not needing to look to know who’d come barreling in. Her roommate Liam. Her best friend. And right now her only chance of not dying a painful, ridiculous shower death that she would be embarrassed to talk about at dinner parties.
A thickly muscled arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her out of the tub and against him as he ducked his head inside the stall to face her attacker.
Dani’s eyes were squeezed tight as she waited for the sounds of the inevitable battle. But there were none. A minute passed. Another. The cooler air from the open doorway made her shiver.
She heard the strange note in his voice and felt like an idiot. A stereotypical female idiot. She just hadn’t been expecting it. It was so . . . large. Hairy.
The spider. She was talking about the spider. Not the body pressed against hers.
“Is it gone? Did you kill it?” “I don’t know. Do you still see it?” Dani’s brow furrowed and she opened her eyes. The spider, the one that had been impossible to miss, that was the size of her old dog Bitsy, was gone. “What do you mean, do I still see it? Of course I don’t. It’s gone. Where did it go?”
She looked up at Liam and felt her breath catch. Several sensations registered at once. He smelled like heated, spicy man and coffee. She inhaled deeply. She couldn’t help herself. Had he always smelled this good?
His blond waves were tousled, just-rolled-out-of-bed tousled. Heavy-lidded eyes and a jaw shadowed with stubble confirmed her theory that he hadn’t been up long. It was criminally unfair that the man could look so good this early in the morning.
Her nipples hardened, with cold or awareness, poking into his side. His shirtless, warm-skinned side. He was wearing half- buttoned jeans and nothing else. And she—she bit the inside of her cheek as her body instinctively shuddered, feeling the rasp of denim against the curve of her stomach—well, she was in that nightmare where you realized you were skin to bare skin with your best friend beneath the harsh fluorescent bathroom light.
Only it didn’t feel like a nightmare. More like a really good dream. One so good she didn’t want to move in case she woke up.
Then he spoke and the forced playfulness in his tone brought reality crashing back in. “I had a sex dream that started out just like this.”
Dani attempted to pull away, but his arm around her waist was surprisingly strong. Who knew Liam’s forearm was that muscular? And since when did she think forearms were sexy?
She tried to chuckle but stopped when it came out sounding breathless. Needy. “Only instead of your roommate, you discovered Anna Paquin in my shower, hot and bothered and in need of a back scrub. Yeah, yeah I’ve heard that one before.”
“This time it was you and Anna. See? Not quite so predictable now, am I? Although, I will admit, even in my most distracting dreams I’d never fall for the spider gag.”
“The spider gag?” Dani still wasn’t looking at him. Instead she was subtly trying to extricate herself and get to a towel in the linen closet—or failing that, at least press a little less of her wet, naked skin against his.
All her squirming only seemed to make things worse, her breasts dragging along his side, the fabric of his jeans scraping her flesh, causing her insides to quiver. God, he felt as good as he smelled. “What spider gag?”
Liam’s voice was noticeably rougher and his grip on her tightened even more, holding her still. “ This gag. There was no spider, Dani. Admit it.”
“Admit what? Of course there . . . was . . . a spider . . .” Her gaze leapt up to meet his at that ludicrous statement and she promptly lost her train of thought. Why on earth would she pretend to have a spider in her shower? But her voice trailed off, running away with the last of her useable brain cells at the way he was looking at her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
His glasses were off. In three years of knowing him, she’d rarely seen him without them. This close, without those sensible wire frames to distract her, she noticed how intensely blue his eyes were. Not dark blue, like hers. Perfect sky blue. Cornflower blue. Drown inside them and never want to escape blue. And those lashes.
Who was this delicious stranger and what had he done with her best friend?
Breathe, Dani. This was the guy who saw her every day with no makeup on, wearing sweatpants and fuzzy socks. The guy who made the most elaborate, decadently fattening midnight snacks for their science fiction movie marathons. The one she shared every secret with. Who’d helped her survive her real nightmare.
This was not a man she was allowed to have the hots for.
That line of reasoning had always worked in the past, but for some reason, her lack of clothing and the commanding look in his darkening gaze had stolen her logic. Suddenly, and maybe for the first time since they’d become friends, she let herself really see him. As a man. A man who was looking at her like he’d eat her for breakfast.
And she wouldn’t mind at all.
Liam pivoted on his bare feet and pressed her back against the cool tile wall. He leaned over to turn off the water, keeping her pinned with his piercing blue stare.
She covered her breasts. Or tried to anyway. Her tongue came out to lick her lips, and she swallowed past the lump of embarrassment in her throat, wishing she’d worn her swimsuit into the shower. Liam had seen her in her swimsuit. It concealed and slimmed and crammed every overly ample curve into a neat streamlined package. Now she was just, well, hanging out.
Liam stood, his six foot four frame towering over her, the fine hair on his chest a darker gold than the hair on his head, making her fingers itch to touch it. Making her regret that more of him wasn’t showing.
This wasn’t good. She swallowed again. “I need a towel.” Or a sheet. Or a magical ring that made her invisible and wiped his memory of this whole humiliating incident.
He shook his head, making a tsking sound, which instantly riveted her to his full lower lip. “Loosen up, Shortbread. What’s a little naked imaginary spider-killing between friends?”
She gritted her teeth, keeping her breathing shallow as he leaned in closer. The logical side of her brain was wondering why she wasn’t whacking him on the head and making a run for it. The completely irrational hormonal side was wondering why she wasn’t dragging him back to her room.
“It wasn’t imaginary.” Neither was Liam’s jean-clad leg pressed between her thighs. She gasped. “It wasn’t.”
He bent his head, his lips a breath away from hers. Was this happening? It seemed so surreal. Was she actually considering kissing him? Longing for it?
“Is this imaginary?” Liam’s words mirrored her own disbelief, but instead of backing away, he moved that one inch closer, brushing his lips against hers.
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy— Dani moaned, melting into it, the warmth of his breath, the tingling sensation that spread through her limbs at the first touch of his mouth on hers.
There was no longer any thought in her head about why this was wrong. Why this would ruin everything. All her awareness, all her senses, were focused on the lips that were silently asking a question they already knew the answer to.
At her reaction, the kiss changed. Where first it was a gentle and hesitant featherlight brushing of his lips against hers, it quickly turned carnal.
Liam changed, as well. This wasn’t the embrace of a friend. It was a rough and raw seduction of her senses. An all-out assault. His thigh pressed up, high and hard against her sensitive sex, his hands prying hers from her breasts and holding them up against the wall beside her head.
God, she was close to coming already, just from this. From his masterful touch. She was melting from it. She wouldn’t be surprised if the water still dripping down her body sizzled from the heat inside her. She couldn’t stop her body’s reaction as it searched desperately for the release she’d denied it for so long. The contact that no fantasy could ever come close to. Her hips began to rock against his leg, her arousal dampening the denim, making Liam growl in approval.
He pressed his chest to her breasts, his big frame shuddering at the contact. Did he feel what she did? The jolt of electricity? The intensity of it?
His hands slid down her arms, lifting them above her head and then leaving them suspended as he caressed her shoulders, the sides of her breasts, down to her hips. His shaky groan against her mouth had her arching into his hands, against him, her hips rocking faster now. Imagining it was the impressive erection she could feel straining against the fly of his jeans inside her. Faster. So close. She needed this more than she needed to breathe. Needed him. She couldn’t hold back anymore, and she didn’t want to.
She tore her mouth from his and cried out, overwhelmed by sensation, and he was there. His grip tightened as he helped her ride out the storm of the climax that had hit her with the force of a hurricane.
Her body trembled so hard her teeth were chattering. Had she ever come like this? This quickly?
Liam. Oh God. She’d just done that with Liam. To Liam. In front of— “Fuck, Dani.” His guttural voice was thick with need, making her realize he was still lost in it. Still hard and wanting. Still pressed up against her naked body.
She whimpered, afraid to look at him while she was still shaking from the aftershocks. She’d lost it. Just used her best friend as her own personal sex toy. Today of all days. What had she been thinking?
She hadn’t. She hadn’t been thinking at all. Her body had been the one in control. And it wanted more. Her mind, however, had returned with a vengeance. And it was screaming louder than she had when she’d seen that damn spider.
Get out. Run. Now.
“Dani? What is it?” He sensed the new tension in her muscles. The stiffness as she let herself take in the embarrassing reality.
He pulled back to look at her, his hands going to her shoulders. He must not have liked the look on her face, because he swore beneath his breath. “Don’t do this.”
But she was already shaking her head, pushing away from him and reaching for the pajama top she’d tossed on the floor to hold against herself. Anything to cover up so he couldn’t see.
Too late. “I’m sorry, Liam. I don’t know why that— I’m sorry.” The image of him standing there, cheeks flushed and lips swollen, every muscle flexing as he forced himself to stay where he was, burned into her mind as she raced down the hall. Nothing harmless about that image.
How had she ever convinced herself Liam was harmless?
She closed the door to her bedroom and sagged against the wood weakly. Because she’d needed him to be. Needed his friendship. He was the only person she’d trusted. And until now, if asked, she would have said she loved him like the brother she’d never had.
Dani rolled her eyes. That man in there was nothing like a brother. Nothing like the Liam she thought she knew. But then, she hadn’t recognized herself either. The sex-starved shower nymph that took over her body and gave it so willingly to her best friend.
The only reason for her strange behavior she could come up with was the dreams. The last few weeks she’d been having very graphic, sexual dreams where a shadowy figure was doing all sorts of delectably dirty things to her. And sometimes her dream lover brought a friend along to add to her pleasure.
That had to be it. This morning’s aberration was a hormonal shot across the bow. Woman could not live by vibrator alone.
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Okay-last blog post for the moment posters will have chance for another Amazon gift card-but REMEMBER the rest of the contest. I will be putting up a question on Facebook today (with a repeat on twitter in case you prefer one over the other-and on twitter MAKE SURE you replay to me specifically so I can keep track) It will be followed by a question for the following two Fridays-each day also giving some prizes away (ebooks, signed books and smutketeer mouse pads) Keep it on the down low-cause we’re not supposed to have contests on FB-so you’ll know they are connected because I’ll number them #1, #2 and #3 (I’m such a rebel)
18 more days until the release. Hope you can hang in there with me until the grand finale!