Happy V-Day to all our followers and fans of erotic romance! If you haven’t felt the love anywhere else today, you can feel it here with us.
“When you’re laying so close to me
There’s no place I’d rather you be than with me…”
Now let’s welcome our Valentine guests for today!
~Do you believe in love at first sight? As a romance author, I really, really want to!
~What is your favorite romantic film? Love, Actually
Jason plays in the NHL so he’d have to do Valentine’s Day early and use the All Star Break at the end of January for a quick trip Anguilla. He’s booked a private beachfront suite at Cap Juluca, with their own ocean front dining terrace and a private, fresh water swimming pool. They’re going to have a couples massage in the spa there and Jase is going to teach Remi how to golf. And one night they’re going to have a special dinner for two on the beach – “in the warm glow of the torchlight and the stars in the heavens”
~If you could have a V-day date with the man of your dreams, who would it be? (We promise we won’t tell your husband/bf/partner). Jimmy Fallon. He’s smart, funny, musical, and good looking. Making me laugh is very important.
~Chocolate or strawberries? Strawberries (although dipped in chocolate would be good!)
~Quiet V-day dinner at home with your sweetie, or champagne and caviar
out on the town? Definitely dinner at home. Although it would be nice if I didn’t have to cook it.
~Lacy lingerie or bare naked? (you, not him!) Lacy lingerie – so I can be seduced out of it.
~Long, luscious kisses or his hand stroking over my body? Kisses! I love long, sexy kisses.
~Slow, tender lovemaking or slam me up against a door and take me? I don’t think I can choose! Slow and tender is always lovely, but there’s something to be said for a guy who’s so hot for you he can’t wait a second longer…
~Do it to me in a comfy bed or on the kitchen counter? The kitchen counter is very uncomfortable – so a comfy bed, please! There’s really no better place!
The Heller brothers are all heading home for the holidays in their short break in the hockey season. It should be a great family reunion since three of the four brothers are bringing their new girlfriends. But Jase and Remi just got the results of an important DNA test, and neither of them is in a mood to celebrate. Tag and Kyla also just got some surprising news that has them at odds, and Nicole?s nervous about meeting the whole family when she and Logan have been together such a short time. Instead of peace and joy, this holiday is full of angst, worry and tension…is love really enough to overcome all obstacles?
~Giveaway: Digital copy of Hat Trick!
~Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes, and no. When I first met my husband in college, he had this truly scruffy beard that would make Shaggy green with envy. We had a lot in common, though, and we talked for hours about everything and nothing.
Then one day he shaved the beard off, and suddenly I was handing my Jewish friend a dollar and he was agreeing to act as my matchmaker. Twenty years later, Dusty and I tease each other about getting what you pay for and cost of living inflation.
~What is your favorite romantic film? You’ve Got Mail. My favorite line is when the heroine starts to cry and says, “I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.” I always wind up smiling at the end of that movie.
~Pick one of your own heroes and tell us how he’d celebrate Valentine’s Day with his heroine. For some reason, the first person that hopped to mind was Jaden of Noble Blood, the second Gray Court book. Since he’s in a relationship with both Duncan and Moira (and he’s a closet romantic), he’d arrange for a surprise, moonlight picnic. You’d think he’d want to take them some place with a grand view, like the beach or a cliff, but Jaden is the kind of guy who was looking for a true home for so long he’d probably do it right in their back yard. He’d string up lights in the trees, and put covered candles scattered around on the ground. The blanket would be fluffy, and large enough for three people to roll around on, because he’d have plans for that picnic that would involve more than just sipping champagne and sharing strawberries.
And Duncan and Moira would know all about their “surprise” but let him do it anyway, just to see him smile.
~Which of your heroes is the most romantic? Which is the least? And he’d better have a good explanation! I do think of Jaden as the most romantic, though Robin Goodfellow has come in a close second. As for the least romantic… that one’s tough. Perhaps Gabriel, from Only In My Dreams. He REALLY messed up with his mate, and had a lot of ground to make up when he realized how close he’d come to losing her.
~If you could have a V-day date with the man of your dreams, who would it be? (We promise we won’t tell your husband/bf/partner). Honestly? It would be with my husband. I know it’s strange, but even after twenty years together, I couldn’t really imagine being with anyone el….
Okay. That’s not TOTALLY true. There are some pixelated men I wouldn’t mind going on a dinner with. Damn you BioWare and your hunky elves…
~Chocolate or strawberries? Yes, especially dark chocolate covered strawberries.
~Quiet V-day dinner at home with your sweetie, or champagne and caviar out on the town? Dinner at home. It used to be out on the town, but these days, between work and kids and pain? I’ll take the sweet, quiet times over anything else.
~Lacy lingerie or bare naked? (you, not him!) Lacy lingerie!
~Long, luscious kisses or his hand stroking over my body? Yes
~Slow, tender lovemaking or slam me up against a door and take me? Yes… why are you even asking?
~Do it to me in a comfy bed or on the kitchen counter? See the last two. There is no way I’m picking between them. They’re equally hot and yummy.
The Gray Court Book 4
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Robin Goodfellow has met his match.
When the Black Queen kidnaps one of the White Queen’s nephews, Robin Goodfellow is sent to ensure that the young prince safely returns to the bosom of his family. True to his role as Oberon’s Hobgoblin, he is ready for anything…except meeting his truebond, the very delicious, very human Michaela Exton.
Michaela has dreamed about a flame-haired rogue named Robin Goodfellow since she was a little girl, but everyone knows Puck doesn’t really exist. In real life, it’s a dark-eyed man named Ringo who makes her heart beat faster.
She is closer to her dream man than she thinks, and nobody knows it better than Robin, who wears the guise of Ringo. But there’s competition for her love in the form of Lord Raven, who holds a secret that will rock the foundation of Robin’s world. As a Black Court delegate does the unthinkable, leaving an enraged, grief-stricken Robin hanging onto his humanity by a thread, only Michaela has the power to bring him back from the killing edge—if she survives.
Warning: This book contains explicit sex, graphic language, Robin Goodfellow and… Really. Do I need to say any more?
“So, you speak French?”
He picked up her free hand and kissed her palm, his gaze never leaving her. The faint hint of maple syrup on her skin nearly overcame her intoxicating scent. “Vous êtes ma belle dame.”
She swallowed so hard it was visible. Her cheeks flushed beautifully. His truebond liked to hear him speak in French.
“Je vais te poser tu sur un lit de pétales de roses et de faire l’amour avec tu toute la nuit.”
Dear gods, she really would be the death of him. Lust and affection were riding him hard, demanding he leave this house of pancakes and end both their misery in his bed. “Did you understand what I just said?”
“Not one single word. But it sounded wonderful.” She sighed and batted her lashes at him, the little minx. “Tell me more about my eyes.”
He laughed wickedly, delighted when she shivered. “Ton regard a volé mon âme.”
She licked her lips. “Bad, bad man. I knew it the moment I met you.”
It wasn’t her eyes he was interested in. “Je voudrais avoir ta cœur, ma chère.”
She wagged her finger at him. The expression of wanton delight had him gesturing for the waitress. “You’re evil.”
He cocked one brow. She had no idea.
She threw back her head and laughed. “I knew it! Be nice, Ringo.”
That name jolted him. He wanted to hear Robin drip from her lips, to hear her moaning it, screaming it, as she had in their dream. Ringo was the lie. He wanted her to have the truth. All of it. And wasn’t that a frightening thing to contemplate?
~Giveaway: A copy of The Hob.
~Do you believe in love at first sight? Yes.
~Favorite romantic film? Pride and Prejudice. Though, Sense and Sensibility is a close second. And sometimes the two swap in my mind, depending on my mood.
~Which of my heros is the most romantic? Oh my. Right now, I think it’d have to be the one I’m in edits on. His name is Johnny Trouble (his book is Trouble In The Making, due out soon from Ellora’s Cave) and he used his fame to order his girl’s favorite blackberry pancakes and paid extra to have them delivered to her from an hour away. She hadn’t had them since high school… She thought he was the best man ever for that. Though Cam from Stick Shift, he made his girl cookies in an effort to win her back… Any man that will make a girl food or go out of his way… Of course, there’s Cort, from Forever In Blue Jeans who strung lights in the pecan grove for his girl at Christmas so she could see it all lit up the way it used be…
~Chocolate or strawberries? Really? Ummm, the answer is BOTH obviously! With one dipped in the other preferably…
~Quiet V-day dinner at home or champagne and caviar out on the town? Dinner at home.
~Lacy lingerie or bare naked? Lacy.
~Long luscious kisses, or his hand stroking over my body? Again, really? BOTH!
~Slow, tender love making or slam me against the door and take me? Slam me against the door, the wall, bent over the couch… You get the idea.
~Do it to me in a comfy bed or on the kitchen counter? Start off on one and end up in the other…
Graham Hall is a twenty-six year old Texan with the job of his dreams. He’s just finished his latest travel article and has earned some personal down time. With six months left on his cabin lease in the Colorado Rockies, Graham chooses to stick around and soon finds himself set up with a feisty, down on her luck in the love department candy maker named Jane.
Jane hates driving in the mountains in winter and isn’t used to being outside the kitchen, but when she arrives at the small isolated cabin and gets a look at it’s tenant, she quickly forgets all about that. Jane is tongue-tied and ticked off. She’s been tricked.
Confrontations, slamming doors, and an extra cheese pizza later, Graham is caught up in Jane’s tart tongue and curvy body. She denies her desire for him more times than she can count, and when she finally gives in, she is rewarded with scorching hot sex and a bliss she couldn’t have imagined for herself.
Graham’s persistence and unrelenting pursuit leads Jane to believe that maybe life doesn’t have to revolve around chocolate truffles, but rather should revolve around a delicious, well traveled, sexy younger man.
“Why so glum? I thought you wanted him to go away.”
“I did. I do.” Her voice was just a little too bright with that statement. “It’s just…why didn’t he tell me he was leaving?”
“He’s right. You do lie and do so badly. And he probably didn’t want to be on the phone to hear you hoot and holler in happiness.”
“I wouldn’t do that. Besides, you said he’s coming back.” Did she manage to disguise the relief in her voice at that statement? The look on Edward’s face said she didn’t. Crap.
“He is. Now, back to work.”
Edward returned his attention to the work on the desk, signaling a definite end to the conversation. He’d planted the seeds in her mind. There was no doubt that that had been his plan all along. Damn him, it worked, too. Graham was buying the cabin. That cute little piece of property with the stream and the mountain backdrop and that incredible stone fireplace? He was going away but coming back? All to be near her?
Thoughts that she didn’t want to have flooded her mind and before she lost her concentration on work altogether, she forced herself to scoop more chocolate balls and fill the cookie sheet.
The intercom buzzed, interrupting her work. “Shit,” she muttered under her breath. “Yes?”
“Miss Connolly, this is Sam down at the desk. There’s a package here for you.”
Yeah, and? They’d never called about packages before, just brought them up when they had a moment. “Okay, thanks. Can you bring it up?”
“Uh, no, ma’am.”
Jane looked up at the same moment Edward did and their eyes met across the room, a question of why hanging between them. “That’s fine then. Just wait and someone will be down to get it soon.”
“Uh, ma’am, you might want to come and get this one now. It’s…alive.”
What the…? “Alive? As in human or plant?”
“Something like that.”
She sighed, hopefully loud enough that anyone down at the desk could hear her irritation. “Fine. I’ll be right down.” She looked at Edward. “That was weird. He must be sick or something.”
Jane handed the purple cookie scoop to Edward and walked out the door to the elevator. When the double doors opened, she took a step inside only to stop in her tracks, one foot in one foot out. Graham. He’d sent her flowers. That had to be it. The schmuck.
She growled softly through her teeth and stepped the rest of the way into the car and pressed the button for the lobby. Thankfully, the elevator didn’t stop for any other residents on the way down. She wasn’t exactly dressed to be seen by anyone she might know. The face that wore no makeup, the jeans that were almost too tight, the faded sweatshirt, and the pink fuzzy slippers did not a pretty picture make. She grinned. She loved owning her own business, working in the privacy of her own place. She could dress however she wanted, especially since Edward usually did all the meet and greets.
The elevator chime dinged when she reached the lobby, and the doors opened, revealing an empty space of gleaming marble, one man sitting behind the security desk, and another leaning against it. Cowboy Surfer. In his hand, he held the most beautiful bouquet of lavender roses she’d ever seen. Shit.
What a goddamn jerk!
His wide eyes connected with hers the moment the words passed through her lips. Oh God. She slapped a hand over her mouth. What was it about him that made her speak what was on her mind when she’d never had the guts to do it before with any man except Edward?
He grinned that infuriating grin that melted every inch of her.
“Terrible language from such a pretty girl.” He tsked, shaking his head. “Might have to consider washing your mouth out with soap… Or something.”
She wanted to ask about the ‘or something’, but decided against it. If she got any closer… “I’d like to see you try. What are you doing here, Graham?”
“The phone calls weren’t really getting me results, so I decided to take a more direct approach and stop by.”
“Uh-huh. How did you get here so fast? We just hung up.”
“I was already on my way here. Don’t you want your flowers? If so, you’ll have to come a little closer.”
“You’re lying again. Definitely going to have to wash your mouth out.”
“I’m not.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sam watching their exchange with rapt interest. Lovely. It would be all over the building by morning that mousy Jane was turning down flowers from the Hunk of the Month. “Please, Graham. I don’t know what else to say. You don’t take no for an answer very well.”
“Thank you is usually appropriate when someone brings you a gift.” He held the roses out to her, totally ignoring her previous statements.
“Come and get them.”
Oh hell no. “Why don’t you leave them down here? They’ll brighten up the lobby.”
“The lobby is bright enough and Sam here doesn’t look like a lavender rose kinda guy. Come get them, Jane. You know want to.”
She started to deny it. She even bit her tongue to keep from saying anything in the affirmative, but she knew she wouldn’t be walking away from roses. Or from him.
When was the last time anyone gave her roses? Well, other than Edward on her birthday and at Thanksgiving, sometimes on Valentine’s Day.
But none from the men she’d ever been involved with. Until Graham. Concentrating, she put one foot in front of the other and walked the twenty-three steps toward him, stopping just beyond his reach. She held out her hand for the roses, hoping against everything that told her otherwise, that he would be kind and just give her the flowers.
No such luck. Damn.
It was her last thought before he grabbed her hand and pulled her against him, his lips crashing down on her traitorous and willing ones.
The kiss was just long enough to knock her off balance but too short to satisfy the hunger raging through her blood. He lifted his head, and his tongue snaked out to lick his lips. “Mmm mmm mmm. I’ve missed kissing you, Jane.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to yet again deny, deny, deny, but she figured there was no time like the present to turn over a new leaf and admit the truth for once. “Me too,” she whispered.
Graham’s look of surprise would have made her laugh had the moment of revelation not been such a serious one. She took the bouquet from his hand and lifted it up to her nose, burying her face in the soft petals and inhaling the sweet fragrance.
“How did you find lavender roses in February?”
“Let’s just say I know people.”
She didn’t want to know what people he knew that would be able to find lavender roses in the dead of winter. In Colorado. “Would you like to come upstairs?” The words flew out of her mouth before she had a second to think about them.
He smiled. She loved his smile. The crinkle of lines at his eyes, the dimples in his cheeks… He really was gorgeous, and she hoped like hell she wasn’t making a huge mistake.
“I actually came to take you to dinner.”
“Really? You were coming to ask me out on a date?”
“Yes. You said no on the phone, so I figured I might have a better shot in person. Especially with flowers. If you still said no, I was going to resort to simply telling you I was taking you to dinner and if that didn’t work, I was going to have to get naked and torment you until you either said yes or we ordered in.”
She couldn’t believe he’d said he’d get naked in front of Sam. That little tidbit would definitely be all over the building by morning. She needed to get him somewhere a little more private. “Oh, I uh…I would need to change, so, you should come up and we can finish talking about it.”
“I’m going to take that as a yes for dinner.” Graham winked and snagged her hand, dragging her toward the elevators. “Love the fuzzy slippers, by the way.”
The doors closed, and Jane was ravished before the elevator car began to move. Graham’s hands were at her hips, sliding around to her ass and pulling her up into his body. His eyes never left hers and though his mouth was mere inches from kissing her, he never did. He just stared at her with lust, bright and hot in his eyes.
“Want you, Jane. Hellish week and all of it has been your fault.”
His voice was like gravel, but his lips were soft as they caressed her temples, and his denim-covered cock thrust against the juncture of her thighs.
She was once again in awe. His cocky confidence was shaken and he wanted her. Nothing about him in that moment said fake or wrong. Everything screamed right to her.
And then it was her turn to smile. Talk about a revelation.
~Giveaway: A $25 gift card to Victoria’s Secret or $25 gift card to Hips and Curves…
~Do you believe in love at first sight? I’d like to believe in love at first sight, but I’m not sure. I do believe in LUST at first sight though, and that can grow to love pretty damn quick. :)
~What is your favorite romantic film? Because I Said So. It surprised me how much I enjoyed it. First of all , Gabriel Macht, (From SUITS). Secondly, the characters seemed very real, as did the story, but it had a romantic happy ending. I highly recommend it.
~Which of your heroes is the most romantic? Which is the least? And he’d better have a good explanation! Most Romantic: Harlan from My Prerogative. He’s an artist, and very in touch with his emotions as well as his…more manly attributes. ;)
Least Romantic: I don’t think I have a least romantic. I think they’re all romantic with the woman they love. Before they fell in love I’d have to say none of them were particularly romantic though. And they all avoided dates on Valentine’s Day.
~Chocolate or strawberries? Chocolate
~Quiet V-day dinner at home with your sweetie, or champagne and caviar out on the town? Home, naked, with strawberries, chocolate, and a blindfold. ;)
~Lacy lingerie or bare naked? (you, not him!) Naked
~Long, luscious kisses or his hand stroking over my body? Really? Do I have to choose?
~Slow, tender lovemaking or slam me up against a door and take me? Slam me up against a door and take me….then cuddle.
~Do it to me in a comfy bed or on the kitchen counter? Comfy bed.
Three lovers. Two days. One bed…
Angie Wilson is a lucky girl. She loves her job, her life, and her man, Rick Craig. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t revel in the attentions of a good-looking, athletic boyfriend who’s secure enough to encourage her most adventurous appetites?
One of the worst heat waves in memory has hit town, and by Friday Angie is ready to really let loose. Craig and his best friend, Mark, are chilling on the patio with cold beer when she gets home from work, and the three get comfortable. As the night moves on and the talk turns to sex, Angie longs for more than just cool air on her bare skin.
And the heat’s making her just crazy enough to go for it…
“One Weekend is a hot, erotic romp from the talented imagination of Sasha White. Ms. White has long been one of my favorite authors, and One Weekend only cements her place on my list of auto-buy authors and “to be kept” shelf.”~ Joyfully Reviewed
The second I entered the apartment my clothes started coming off. I kicked off my heels, dropped my skirt and peeled off my starched white blouse as I walked to the kitchen. I’d worked hard to become a CPA and I loved the work, but the uptight clothes required in our office were not what I would call comfortable. Opening the fridge I just stood there…a soft moan of pleasure slipping from between my lips as cool air finally hit bare skin.
“Ange?” Rick’s voice floated in from the balcony.
My pulse kicked up a notch, and I smiled softly. Just the sound of his voice was enough to make my heart turn over. Rick Craig was my perfect match, my other half. “In the kitchen,” I called back.
“Bring a couple more beers when you come out here, will you?”
Eager to shake off the tension of the day I grabbed a bottle of white wine and a couple of beers from the fridge. Bottle opener and wineglass in one hand, beers in the other, I headed out to the balcony with full hands.
Three steps from the sliding doors I realized that Rick wasn’t alone outside, and hesitated. It was easy to identify the other voice as Mark Hoffman, Rick’s best friend. I glanced down at the sheer bra and panties barely covering my parts, and a deliciously naughty heat surged through me. It wasn’t like Mark had never seen me in a bikini or something.
“Here you go,” I said as I swept aside the curtain and stepped out onto the balcony. Stopping short I glanced from Rick to Mark, all wide-eyed innocence. “Oh! Hi, Mark.”
“Hey, Angie.” Pure male appreciation was clear in the look he gave me.
“Hey, baby, come here.” Rick held out his hand, a knowing smile curving his lips. Confident in my love, Rick enjoyed watching me flirt with and tease other men almost as much as I enjoyed doing it.
I leaned down and gave him a lingering kiss, fully aware of Mark’s heated gaze on my ass the whole time. Straightening up, I handed out the beers before stretching out on the empty lounger next to them. The heat was killer when covered in clothes and stuck at a desk, air-conditioned office or no, but stretched out with a glass of chilled wine, it was bearable. Almost pleasant. “How long have you boys been out here drinking?”
“’Bout an hour,” Rick answered. “How was work?”
“It sucked. The heat is making people crazy. Janice almost took a swing at a client because he called her sweetheart.”
Rick snorted at Mark’s question. “Janice is one scary muther. Think tough as Gemma from Sons of Anarchy only ugly and fifty pounds heavier.”
“Hey,” I said as they laughed. “Janice is a sweetheart. You just have to get to know her.”
Rick smirked. “Mark might be looking for a girlfriend, but no matter what you say, Janice is not his type.”
Mark glanced away at that and took a deep pull from the beer in his hand. I raised an eyebrow. To say I was surprised was putting it mildly. Mark had a well-earned reputation as a player. “You’re looking for a girlfriend? Seriously?”
Shaggy blond hair and deep blue eyes made Mark a good looking guy—not to mention tall and ripped with muscles that made grown women drool—but it was his easy confidence and sexual swagger that always got him the girl. Well, almost always. It might’ve been Mark who’d first caught my eye the night I’d met the boys, but it was Rick who’d caught my heart.
“I don’t remember you ever having trouble finding a woman before, Mark. What’s the problem?”
“None of them are you, babe.” Mark’s patented grin flashed, but his gaze held a certain intensity when he looked at me and my breath stuttered. “You broke my heart when you chose Rick over me. And I’m not sure he’s willing to share.”
Warmth that had nothing to do with the sun swept over me, and I swallowed a gasp. The man had just hit on my most secret fantasy, the one that had plagued me since the first night I met the guys. Guilty pleasure had me glancing at Rick only to find him watching us both, a speculative gleam in his dark eyes. “She can be hard to satisfy sometimes.”
“Rick.” Heat crept up my neck.
“Greedy is she?”
My man nodded sagely. “Insatiable even.”
Mark reached down and adjusted himself obviously. “Another guy might come in handy.”
“A relief pitcher…of sorts,” Rick said with a grin that had me wondering what the hell he was up to.
Mark grinned back at him. “Double the dick. Double the pleasure.”
Both men turned to me, and I squirmed. I was totally turned on and a bit embarrassed about it. Bravado was the obvious way to go.
“Well, I do love sex,” I said with false casualness as I lay back and closed my eyes again. “But I doubt even both of you could totally satisfy me.”
I ignored their groans of mock pain and pretended there was nothing strange about the conversation, or my laying around in my lingerie, but the tension was building.
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~Giveaway: Download of any 1 of my titles. Winners Choice.
~Do you believe in love at first sight? I believe in lust at first sight. I think love takes a little bit of time to develop. Now, that time period ranges for many people.
~What is your favorite romantic film? A Walk to Remember
~Pick one of your own heroes and tell us how he’d celebrate Valentine’s Day with his heroine. Dare would meet Mikayla at a hotel. (They can’t be seen together, as Dare is a clone, and a lower rank.) They’d have dinner together, and he’d have dessert on her.
~Which of your heroes is the most romantic? Which is the least? And he’d better have a good explanation! Most romantic would be Galan from Satin Sheets in Space. Least romantic would be Frey from Celestial Seduction. He comes from a planet where feelings are repressed, but he’s learned a lot since arriving on Earth.
~If you could have a V-day date with the man of your dreams, who would it be? (We promise we won’t tell your husband/bf/partner). Will Smith
~Chocolate or strawberries? Strawberries
~Quiet V-day dinner at home with your sweetie, or champagne and caviar out on the town? Quiet dinner at home. That means no kids. J
~Lacy lingerie or bare naked? (you, not him!) I like lingerie, but not the lacy stuff.
~Long, luscious kisses or his hand stroking over my body? Kisses.
~Slow, tender lovemaking or slam me up against a door and take me? Both.
~Do it to me in a comfy bed or on the kitchen counter? Both.
After terrorists murder the love of her life, Colonel Mikayla Jones trains squadron after squadron of the clones he brought to life, to take to the skies. When she discovers a young clone of her husband in her newest class, her world spins out of control. How can she command the look-a-like when she can’t help but yearn for him to fill an ache in her heart?
Dare was created to be the best. As the first Daniel clone to leave Onatria labs, he needs to prove he is more than just a DNA copy. To do that, he must rely on the wife of the man who donated his genes. But when she refuses to train him, Dare faces discharge and returning to the labs. Can he convince Colonel Jones to finish his training and find a way into her bed? Or will long kept secrets unhinge the entire clone project?
Colonel Jones eyed each one of her new cadets, examining the neatness of their uniforms, while inspecting for signs of stress or over-anxiousness. She’d never seen the telltale muscle twitches or sweats in any previous clones, only in human-borns, but she had to look for them anyway.
The first generation of clones didn’t live long enough to become cadets. Their hearts gave out within a year after incubation. But the scientists at Onatria had plowed on, utilizing more of Daniel’s research, speeding up the aging process with hormones to create the perfect generation she saw before her.
She’d had female clones in previous squadrons, but the government filled the one in front of her with testosterone-driven masculinity. If she’d been younger, she’d have a hard time concentrating. But her days of crushes and fantasies were long over. She was devoted to serving her country and planet, and nothing else.
That didn’t stop her from going out on the town for a stress-relieving fuck from time to time. But these young men in front of her appeared so virile, sure to last longer than any of her previous sexual partners.
No. As junior officers, and more importantly, as clones, they were off limits.
Inspecting them gave her the opportunity to check out more than their fatigues and tics, but if they knew her thoughts, they’d walk all over her. She’d be done.
They were of varying nationalities, builds, and heights, all fit to serve the planet. None of the cadets revealed any indication he would put the lives of others in jeopardy. This will be an easy squadron, every one of them ready to fly in a matter of weeks.
She reached the last cadet and froze. Her stomach clenched. No, they couldn’t have!
She pivoted on her heel and rushed off the tarmac, leaving the squad without an instructor.
~Giveaway: An ebook copy of one of my backlist titles.
And now some books from the Smutketeers!
Sometimes the forbidden…
One taste is never enough.
For university professor Mia Rose Curry, it was all academic: her course in alternate sexuality was a safe, socially-acceptable way for her to talk about the things she desires most—but has never let herself experience. And while students crammed into her class to learn about fetishes, bondage, voyeurism and much more, Mia kept her own raging desires, and her most private fantasies, carefully under wraps…until one student undressed her with his eyes…
Jagger James is everything Mia wants and everything taboo, yet Mia can’t help imagining drawing closer and closer to this forbidden fruit. She soon discovers how much Jagger wants her, demanding she abandon every inhibition with him. Now, they are about to take a dangerous step, tempting each other’s flesh, savoring every touch and breaking every rule in the book—knowing that this dazzling, sensual feast is only a taste of something more to come…
Lips like cherries. What song was that? Jagger had heard it so many times. But now he knew exactly what it meant. Mia’s mouth was soft and sweet, with chocolate and the tangy raspberry coulis. With her.
She was tentative at first, shy almost, but he kept kissing her, just a soft press of lips against lips, over and over. In moments she opened for him. He slipped inside, and it was like a shock, that wet warmth, the tangle of her tongue against his, the way she immediately gave herself over to him. He’d never felt anything like it.
He took her face in his hands and went down on his knees beside her chair. He had to do it. There was no way to kiss this woman and stay on his feet.
When she sighed into his mouth he just about came apart. And she went even looser, melting right into him. His cock was as hard as it had ever been in his life. He could barely breathe. But he wasn’t going to stop.
He was nearly panting by the time she pulled back. She looked dazed, her pupils enormous, her cheeks flushed.
“Jagger…” She pulled his hands from her face and looked away.
She shook her head. “This isn’t right.”
“It feels right.”
It’s just the sex, man. You don’t need it to be anything else.
“That doesn’t make it so, Jagger.”
“Fuck. You’re right. I’m sorry.” He stood up. So did she.
“I have to go.” She pushed her dark hair from her face.
“Look, you don’t have to leave. Stay and finish your dessert.”
“I can’t.” She moved to the console table by the door and picked up her purse. “I…thank you for the dinner, and…I really have to go. I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. I’m not sorry I kissed you, Mia Rose.”
She shook her head again. “I’m going,” she said quietly, but he knew there was nothing he could do to stop her.
She pulled the door open and slipped through.
Damn it. The last thing he’d wanted was to chase her away again. But he’d had to kiss her. And he’d told her the truth. He wasn’t sorry he’d done it.
That kiss had gone through him like heat lightning. Like a jolt of electricity. And now he was burning.
He pressed a hand to his aching cock, willing his erection to go away. But if it had been bad earlier, simply thinking about her, it was a hundred times worse now. Now that he’d kissed her, tasted her mouth.
He ripped his shirt over his head, yanked his pants down as he practically ran to the shower, jerked the handles, running the hot water. Steam quickly filled the room as he stepped under the sting of the spray. He grabbed the soap right away and lathered his cock, began to pump. He bit his lip, could almost taste her there still.
Pleasure shot through him, seemed to weigh him down, crushing him, until he could barley stand. He leaned against the wall of the shower, let his head fall back, thrust his hips into his fist.
Yeah, wet and slippery, just like she’d be inside. He knew it, knew it from the silk of her mouth, the slide of her tongue on his.
His climax bore down on him. Sharp and hot, his come spurting between his fingers. He was panting hard, his hips still pumping even after it was over. It wasn’t enough. Not by far. Because his cock wasn’t the only part of him obsessed with Mia Rose. And it wasn’t only her body he wanted.
The woman had really spun his head. This endless need to come and come and come was only the beginning of it. He couldn’t even think about the rest.
He leaned into the cool wall of the shower, let the water wash him clean as he tried to catch his breath.
Maybe once he fucked her he’d be able to work her out of his system. That’s what he was telling himself, anyway. Because the idea that there was something more was not acceptable. Not good for him, not good for her.
He’d made a deal with himself, damn it. That’s what had gotten him over Elena. And it had been working. Nothing long term. No emotions involved. Never give a woman the chance to get to him again.
The problem was, with Mia Rose, it might already be too late.
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When you’re down on the farm,
things are bound to get dirty!
Joe Remke has just one qualification for his lovers—he wants them gone before sunrise, which makes his new bunkmate AJ about as safe as a woman can be around him. It also makes his determination to sleep with his boss downright stupid, because if Brent ever gives in, he’ll be looking for a new job.
Ladies’ man Brent Andersen knows sex with his right-hand man Joe is inevitable, but he’s not going down without a fight. Putting the new female hired hand in their cramped RV was a stroke of genius, taking the heat off him while protecting her from the horny guys on his custom farming crew.
AJ Pender’s hard-bodied roomies may hide their feelings for each other from the rest of the crew, but they aren’t fooling her—Brent and Joe are hot for each other, and it’s all she can do not to cry at the thought. If they ever found out she fantasizes about being the meat in their farmer sandwich, they’d probably die laughing.
Fortunately for Brent and Joe, fantasies have a way of revealing themselves and AJ’s are right up their alley. But even threesomes have their risks, and AJ can serve as a buffer for only so long before the tension between them explodes.
When he tried to drag her out of the bathroom, AJ clung to the doorframe like a cat. She was strong but there was no way she could hold out long against a man who weighed damn near twice what she did.
“You better not!” she cried, giggling as she kicked and twisted in his grip.
“What are you gonna do, tell on me?” he taunted.
He surprised her by stepping forward, and caught off balance, she reached for his arms. Before she could blink, he grabbed her wrists and spun her around.
“Now I’ve got you,” he breathed against her sensitive neck.
She writhed, too breathless to even laugh. “Dammit, Joe!”
He heaved her off the floor and carried her into Brent’s room. Two seconds later, she was facedown over his lap, beating his denim-covered calf with both fists. “This isn’t funny!”
“Not from this angle either,” he murmured, holding her with one arm over her ribs while he ran the other hand her butt.
AJ hadn’t been strictly joking when she said she was turned on by their argument, and now his hot caress and the pressure of his thigh low on her belly were wreaking all sorts of embarrassing havoc with her innards.
The rain on the roof and the rumble of distant thunder only intensified the electric mood in the room.
She licked her dry lips as her heart tattooed a furious rhythm against his thigh. “Joe, you don’t really want to do this.”
“Believe me, AJ, I really do.” His hand left her ass. “This is gonna hurt, little girl.”
Slap! His palm landed on her right cheek with the sting of a hot iron. “Ow!” she yelled, squirming in his hold. “Not so hard, you son of a bitch!”
He spread his knees and held her ribs more firmly against his other thigh. “Maybe you need it a little harder.”
“Hell no, I—” Slap! Her other butt cheek caught fire. “Ow!” she cried again.
“This’ll feel better if you relax, AJ.”
“Relax, my ass.” She’d meant to sound harsh but there was a dismaying quiver in her voice.
“Exactly. When you tense your cheeks, it doesn’t feel nearly as good. Or so I’m told,” he added before swatting both cheeks again in quick succession.
“Dammit, Joe,” she whispered, dangerously close to tears. “You can’t do this to me.”
“I’m keeping you from falling off my lap, AJ, not holding you down. You can get up and walk away anytime you want to.”
Damn, busted. AJ let her head hang. Now she was on the spot. If she stayed where she was, she was tacitly admitting that she wanted him to hurt her this way. If she got up and walked away, she’d deprive herself of another devastatingly carnal fantasy…
He rubbed a hand over her butt again and she whimpered as his calluses scraped her hot, tender flesh. “You know how to make this feel good, don’t you, little girl?”
She bit her lip.
“Relax and get your cunt square over my thigh,” he told her.
Cheeks stinging with embarrassment, she obeyed, squirming until her clit rested firmly between his hard thigh and her own pubic bone.
“Now relax like you did when you came for me.”
She took a deep breath and tried to let all the tension drain out of her muscles.
“Good. Stay that way.”
A Shifter, A Vampire and A Demon walk into a bar…
Shifting Reality, Book 1
Thomas Lyons is your average cat shifter. Cool, seductive…and bored out of his mind. With the new popularity of all things paranormal, he doesn’t see why he should hide anymore. When his half-demon technophile roommate hooks him up with a computer, Thomas starts a blog announcing to the world who and what he is. Oddly enough, the more he shares, the less he’s believed. In fact, people begin thinking it’s a new online series with fantastic effects.
Margo Sheffield doesn’t dance on tables anymore, not since her reckless naïveté cost her so much. These days, her only guilty pleasures are dark chocolate, shoes—and a certain website with a man whose purring voice sends shivers down her spine. When the show, Shifting Reality, offers a week in a haunted Scottish castle with the stars, it seems a far-off dream. But when that dream becomes reality, her boss’s insistence that she mix business with pleasure—or else—is more like a nightmare.
Thomas’s focus on the show is blown by the luscious, camera-shy handful. And Margo can barely think about contracts when she’s surrounded by newlywed ghost hunters, a matchmaking demon and a man whose addictive touch makes her head spin. A showmance is the last thing she needs, but with a sexy cat like Thomas on the prowl…she just can’t resist.
Warning: Tons of explicit sex. A cat shifter with an oral fixation, voyeurism, anal sex, sex in pantries, with ghosts…you get the idea.
Thomas hopped over the back of the couch, his agile body moving in a way no human’s could. He landed to sit comfortably, legs crossed on the coffee table as he popped a potato chip into his mouth. “Don’t get your kilt in a twist, Mac, you agreed to this, remember?”
The tall Scotsman snarled as he paced the living room. “I believe you mentioned something about freedom in the anonymity of the Internet. That we’d be lost in the masses, and there would be no true repercussions for baring our proverbial souls.” He stopped to glare at Thomas. “People are following me whenever I show myself, Lyons. Other vampires are split into two camps. They either want to be on the show, or they are planning my demise for allowing you to continue to out us. That sounds like repercussions to me.”
“They’re called fans, Mac Attack. It isn’t like they’re carrying torches and pitchforks.” Thomas chuckled. “Not yet anyway. As for the vampire threats, you can take them. You’re the toughest bloodsucker I know.”
Saint spoke up from his position on the leather recliner without lifting his gaze from his laptop. “The forums are already lighting up like Christmas trees, and the contest post is going viral.”
Thomas snorted. “That’s a good thing in this case, Mac. Now you just need to let the current residents at Castle Continuously Depressing know we’re having guests.”
Mac crossed his arms. “Only if you remember our deal. After I allow you to turn my home into your own private testing ground, this ends. No more waking to find a camera attached to my headboard. No more deep in depth interviews about the taste of Type A versus Type O positive. I have lived a dozen lifetimes with no more than a family painting to prove my existence. And now I’ve been recorded sleeping merely to answer a random question on your damn site about whether or not a vampire snores. So no more invasions of my privacy, or Saint’s, or you’ll be looking for a new roommate…and we all know who keeps this place in cream and caviar.”
Thomas watched Mac storm out to the balcony and disappear into the night, becoming the mist. He was always envious of that ability. Arrogant bastard. Problem was, Mac was right. He stared at the ceiling morosely. It had gotten out of hand. He’d never imagined people would actually pay attention to one small website among so many. Or that he’d enjoy it this much.
He wasn’t sure when it began to bother him, hiding what he was. Maybe it always had. His was a proud species. Cats weren’t known for their humility, after all. He didn’t want to dominate humans, but pretending to be one of them, pretending he wasn’t stronger, faster, more agile and a hell of a lot longer lived…well that sucked.
Clark Kent he wasn’t. The alter ego, play-acting routine had long grown stale. But he’d lived with it for so long. Swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth and suffered in silence. Until that one night. He recalled it with great clarity. He’d been penned up for too long, and he felt the desire to unleash his lion for a late night run. He’d shifted back to his human form in an alley behind his favorite nightclub. He was feeling wild, longing for the sexual release the beast within him craved. Before he could enter the club he heard the scream. A young woman had seen him, watched his body morph, watched his fur disappear and clothing come from out of the ether to cover him.
He’d reacted instinctively. Done what he’d done a thousand times before. He’d pulled her into his arms, swamped her with his pheromones, then found her friends and convinced them she was drunk. When she’d rambled on and on about seeing a lion in the alley, about her sudden need to have sex, they’d all chuckled, joking with her about her inability to hold her liquor before they decided to take her home. It was a scenario Thomas had played out before, but this time…it had gotten to him.
He started thinking about the injustice of it all. Why couldn’t he shift when he wanted to? Why did Mac have to change locations, “die” and leave his inheritance to himself over and over again? And Saint. Well, Saint was different. He had no desire to leave the house or his computer to explore the world outside. He said the demon half of him didn’t play well with others. At least, not in person. But what about all the other shifters and vampires out there? What about the ghosts? They accepted humans and their right to exist, why couldn’t they live out in the open as well?
He’d gotten home that night railing at the Fates, going on an on until Saint had walked out of the room and brought him one of his extra computers. He’d shown him how to use the webcam and how to start a blog. Mainly, Thomas now believed, to get him to shut up.
It was like catnip. He’d begun to talk into the camera and, like a sinner at confession, it had all poured out. All his frustrations, what he was, everything. It had been cathartic. Freeing. Addictive. When people began to comment on his blog, discussing his video posts in the chat room, going with what they considered his fantasy…well, he enjoyed that too. Here he could talk to them, answer questions, get into arguments about myth versus reality. Here he could be himself.
And he’d loved the loyal posters and chat room groupies. He found himself prowling less, staying home just to talk to them. Doing things he wouldn’t normally do, like risking the wrath of his roommates just to please them. Fanglvr353 had been the one to request a camera placed on the sleeping Mac’s headboard. She’d been so grateful she’d sent him virtual flowers. And a picture of herself that made even Thomas blush. It was for Mac, but somehow Thomas didn’t think he’d be appreciative.
“She’s signed in.”
Thomas glanced over at Saint, suddenly alert. “She?”
Saint raised one dark eyebrow. “Kittysnapdragon. Isn’t she your favorite?”
He tried not to let his excitement show. What had she thought of his last video? Had she gotten his not so subtle message to her? Had she entered the contest? He rolled his eyes at Saint. “She’s just a fan of the website, man. Besides, you told me yourself how these things work. She could be a sixty-five-year-old, three hundred pound man for all I know.”
Saint shook his head. “Nope. More like thirty-one, female, long, dark brown hair and an ass you could bounce quarters off for fun.”
Thomas made an effort to stop growling, pulling his lips down over his extending incisors. “It isn’t nice to pry, Saint.” He kept forgetting Saint’s talent. A technophile, Saint traveled through the ether with his mind alone. In a heartbeat he could know everything about anyone linked in. A power Thomas wouldn’t mind borrowing from time to time. “Quarters, you say?”
RG: This is the first in the Shifting Reality Series followed by My Demon Saint. My Vampire Idol (which yes, my readers will note has been a tad delayed *whispers* Love you!!) will be out soon!