Monday, December 6, 2010

Cover for Bucking Hard!!!

OMG! I just got my cover
for my upcoming release at Ellora's Cave,

Bucking Hard

and I just had to share!

Mmm, he's exacly how I picture Mason--hot and hard!

Thank you, Syneca, for another wonderful cover!

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

5 Dragons for Saddle Broke!

I'm late posting this but still doing a snoopy dance about it. Veiled Secrets Reviews gave Saddle Broke a glowing review and 5 Dragons! Here's what Judy had to say...

"Saddle Broke had me panting heavily from the start.  It's an absolutely intense story about an extraordinarily macho and sexually determined man...The pages just fly by as I read this intensely erotic story.  I couldn't put it down."

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Thank you Judy! You made my week!

Monday, November 29, 2010

Guest Spotlight on Lily Harlem

I was able to nab one of my Ellora's Cave pals for an interview. Lily Harlem has multiple releases (heh heh yes, I'm grinning) due out with EC and she's sharing a bit about them. So let's get to it!

1. How did you come up with the idea for Mattress Music?

'Mattress Music' is part of the Love Note Series so music had to feature heavily in the story and let's just say I have a complete obsession with Kings of Leon! I play their music all the time, when I'm cooking, driving, ironing. I love their lyrics, I love the way Caleb says certain words, I love their cute young guitarist!! I probably shouldn't admit to all of that but its the truth! So when I wanted a story about music they were my inspiration. I can't say too much more or I will give the plot away. But it was wonderful creating such sexy characters that I could play about with in my own little fantasy world. In fact I fell in love with them all so much I went on to write two more in the series, 'Mirror Music' and 'Ménage à Music' which will be out after Christmas - I just couldn't leave those 'rock and roll' boys alone!

Mattress Music

Is it possible to lose one’s ability to orgasm? Nina has. Lately, her fun weekend hook-ups have been more “ho-hum” than “hot damn”! It doesn’t help that she has three flatmates and is forced to play loud music to mask the sounds of her lovemaking. Talk about distracting! Of course, there’s another reason Nina’s less than satisfied these days…she’s just having a hard time admitting it.

It’s a good thing she’s met Ian, then. Not content to be a weekend hook-up, Ian is set on giving Nina what she’s been missing while making her admit what she needs. His talented fingers—and other body parts—are up to the task. But Ian’s not admitting a few things himself. Turns out his fingers can do more than make Nina’s body sing.

When she discovers his secret, it’s time for both of them to face the music.


“You’re fucking awesome,” he whispered into my ear on a hot, panting breath.

“You too,” I said, running my hand down his perfectly smooth back. Not a pimple anywhere, just acres of glorious hot, male flesh and a deeply guttered spine lined with solid muscle. “Really good.”

He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. “Liar.”


“Liar, you didn’t come.”

“I did, it was great…you were great.” Lying to a man who was buried inside me was not something I was good at.

“I’m not stupid, Nina, I can tell when a woman orgasms. I can’t always tell the difference between real and fake, but bloody hell, you didn’t even try to pretend, not even a little wriggle and a gasp at the right moment.”

Frowning and shifting my hips I muttered, “Sorry,” as I pushed out from under him.

“Don’t be sorry.” He rolled to his side, bent his arm and propped his head on his hand. The flat silver cross around his neck hung toward the mattress. “Just tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it for next time,” he said, still catching his breath.

Next time? Not likely. One-night stands were my game. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” I pulled the duvet to my chin and turned to the wall. “It was me.”

He caught my jaw. “Tell me,” he ordered, tipping me to face him. “I want to know.”

Through the dim light, blushed orange by a streetlamp, I could see his dark eyes staring straight into mine, unblinking. One of my flatmates banged crockery in the kitchen next to my room then a deep rumble of laughter from one of the guys, Jerry I think, filtered through the thin wall.

“Why do you care?” I asked, toes and fingers curling.

“I’m lying naked in bed with you, we’ve just shared as intimate an experience as two people can, and you wonder why I’m bothered that you didn’t have as good a time as me? Would I be human if I didn’t give a shit?”

I shrugged. Candle in the Wind had finished, and in its place Don’t Let the Sun Go Down on Me was swirling around us.

Too late to save myself from falling—

That was me, I thought, too far gone on this road of shagging any cock I could find to be saved. In my old flat, living with Dee and Fiona, life had been great and mattress music was never needed. We all just went for it, having as much sex and as many noisy orgasms as possible. We would giggle about it over breakfast and swap stories about what racy shenanigans we’d been up to.

But now they’d moved on. They were both head over heels in love and settled in their own homes, leaving me out on a limb and living here with strangers.

Of course I wasn’t technically alone, but if I was honest I’d never felt so lonely. I didn’t want to be, loneliness was like a dull, gray hole swelling inside me. Starting in my stomach and stretching outward. And in the center of this hole was a new bitter emotion―envy. I envied what Dee and Fi had found, lasting love with respect and commitment. But admitting what I wanted and changing the fact that there was no one special in my life were two separate issues.

More pressingly, at the moment anyway, nor could I change the fact that I hadn’t orgasmed since I’d moved. My one-night stands just weren’t doing it for me anymore. The intimacy of getting naked and sweaty with someone wasn’t satisfying the hunger, the need that was eating away at me like an itch I couldn’t quite reach.

I’d been here three weeks, three fucks. But each week there had been something sneaking into my brain that had distracted me from the delicious build-up to climax. Deadly quiet the first week when I was with a bodybuilding scaffolder from Durham, every mattress squeak and grunt sliding under the door and echoing through the walls. With Dave, an earnest accountant from Chelsea, a knock on my door midway through a blowjob put me off my stride. And now this morose mattress music was stopping me from having a great time with the truly gorgeous Ian.

“Nina?” Ian pressed, dragging me from my depressed musing.

“It was the damn music,” I said with a frown. He wasn’t going to let it drop so I might as well fess up. “I couldn’t concentrate. You were doing it right, great, but I just kept thinking of Marilyn Monroe and Princess Diana and Elton singing at his piano with his big, wobbling white wig and that mole thing he used to paint on his cheek.”

Ian tipped his head back and laughed. A big guffaw that shook the bed.

“Shh!” I pressed my fingers to his lips.

“Thank God for that,” he said, grinning. “Thought I’d lost my touch.”

“It’s not funny,” I whispered.

“No, no.” He tried to straighten out his grin. “Of course it’s not. I’ve just never thought of it before, the words in a song competing for the attention of the woman I’m trying to please.” He dropped a kiss to my lips. “So why did you put it on if you don’t like it?”

“So no one will hear. The walls here are so thin, and I’ve got male flatmates who I don’t want perving with glasses pressed to the walls.”

“You think they would?”

I sighed. “Probably not, they seem nice enough, but just the same…”

“You want your privacy.”

“Exactly.” I paused then sighed. “We should have taken a cab and gone to yours.”

“Yeah, but this was closer, much closer, just a quick walk around the corner.” He smoothed the hair from my face. It always went wild after sex. The hundreds of tiny, copper corkscrews seemed to take on lives of their own. “Maybe we could leave the music off and do it really, really quietly,” he whispered, spreading springs of my hair over the pillowcase.

“No,” I said. “That won’t work, I’ll be too conscious of even our breathing, or if the mattress squeaks.”

His eyes narrowed and a muscle in his cheek flexed, then he got up, walked to the iPod and finally silenced Elton. “This isn’t over you know.”

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2. You're website indicates you travel. Can you share some of the sexiest places you have been?

I do like to travel and I'm lucky that I've had many opportunities over the years. I'm a qualified nurse which opened up countries such as Australia and New Zealand for employment when I was younger and now that I write I travel with my man if he goes abroad on business - which he does regularly. We spent some time recently in Amsterdam and I loved it. Not for the gaudy sex shops and the red light district but for the lovely canals and bridges, the way everyone rides around on their bikes, hair flowing skirts billowing and ringing their bells at one another. The art galleries were amazing and the restaurants served wonderful food and great beer. There was something so relaxed about Amsterdam. It doesn't pretend to be anything it isn't, it's not competing with London or Paris or New York. It's just what it is, liberal and beautiful with an incredibly history. I guess that's the same things I find sexy in people, self assurance, being comfortable in their own skin and pushing the boundaries if it feels right and its what they want to do.

3. What's in the works for you?

I've just finished editing the first full length novel in my 'Hot Ice' series which is all about the bad boys of ice hockey. It's called 'Hired', it was a blast to write and Brooke is one feisty lady who knows what she wants.

Blurb:  One hundred grand for five days of babysitting ice hockey bad boy Logan “Phoenix” Taylor on an island paradise. How bad could he be?

Frankly, it didn’t matter. Not when the money would give my dreams of going to nursing school a very real chance of coming true. I wasn’t even expected to talk to him, just hang out in a luxurious villa on a private beach and study for the admissions test. Simple.

But I didn’t count on Logan being so deliciously bad that he was oh, so good. And somehow he saw right into the deepest, darkest part of my soul then gave me exactly what I needed.

But when our emotions become involved the situation spiraled out of control, making the truth that I’d been hired for his pleasure a secret I had to keep...even if it cost me a broken heart.

'Hired' is due for release in the New Year, the second in the series, 'Cross Checked' is finished and the third is still rattling around my head! I must be the only one hoping for a couple of months of bad weather so I can get my head down and let is spill from my fingertips!

4. What advice would you give to aspiring writers?

Okay, here goes, maybe I’m a bit kooky but this is what I do…

When writing dialogue just go for it, let it flow out of your fingers as fast as you would speak. Don’t even think about speech marks and punctuation, or if he is scratching his head and she’s licking her lips, you can add all that in afterwards – dialogue moves the story forward and if you can get it flowing naturally then you’re onto a winner.

Don’t get bogged down with adverbs, eg. he groaned ‘loudly’, she panted ‘heavily’, it’s considered much less lazy to write ‘his groans were loud in her ear’ or ‘her heavy pants filled the small space’. There’s usually a way to describe your scene better if you circle around the adverb and it will make the story meatier.
Let a story brew in your head. Have the idea, jot it down if you need to, and then sit quietly and play out the scenes like watching a film in your imagination. It will give you a clear picture of what you want to achieve in your writing and help you with the tiny details.

If the house is quiet make the most of the peace and get busy getting those words down. You can iron and dust and cook when everyone is around. Writing, for me at least, requires silence, so silence has become a very valuable commodity in my life.

Incubate the final product. When it’s written tuck it aside, for a few days, longer if you can, then go back to it. I can guarantee you’ll spot silly mistakes, inconsistencies or simply find better word choices to slot in. There’s nothing worse than sending a manuscript off and then on a re-read  seeing stupid errors. In fact now, when something has gone I refuse to look at it again unless it’s with an editor.

Check out it's a great site with a list of all the current calls for submissions.

5. Where can we find you?

Swing by my website to find links to all my stories, meet other great authors and check out my inspirational pictures!

Be sure to also watch for the release date for 'Mirror Music', the second in the musical series and sure to make you want to rock 'n' roll.


Thanks so much for sharing, Lily!

For a chance to win a FREE copy of Mattress Music, leave a comment on this post. One lucky winner will be drawn and posted here on Wednesday at noon.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Leap by Cindy Jacks

Just when Lila has resigned herself to the fact the most exciting chapters of her life are over, a blast from the past walks into her bakery. Six feet of gorgeousness named Gavin drops by as she’s closing up shop. They were once high-school sweethearts and it’s been more than twenty-five years since they’ve seen each other, but time hasn’t diminished the sweet heat between them. Soon enough the sparks—and the frosting—begin to fly.

As they rediscover each other’s bodies, it’s clear Gavin’s no longer a boy as he shows Lila the man and skillful lover he’s become. Though Lila knows this whirlwind romp could be an act of insanity, his touch unleashes the sensual woman she’s forgotten she could be. And she thinks—maybe—she has one more leap in her.

An Excerpt From: LEAP
Copyright © CINDY JACKS, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Gavin followed her through the swinging door to the back. With a low whistle, he looked around the kitchen and asked, “Is this place all yours?”
“All mine.”
She walked over to the Purposeless Cake and stared down at it. Pulling a box from beneath the worktable, she started to put it away, but then thought better of it.
“Are you hungry?” asked Lila.
“I could eat.”
“Good.” She pulled a knife from a drawer, cut slabs of cake and served them up on heavy-duty ceramic plates. Gavin grabbed two stainless-steel forks from a gray plastic silverware tub to his right.
She handed him his plate.
“This looks great,” he said.
“Taste it.”
He shoveled a bite into his mouth and moaned. “Oh my God. This is— Damn.”
Lila grinned. “Thanks.” She took a bite of cake. “Not bad, if I do say so myself.”
Pulling up two barstools, she sat and motioned for him to do the same. Lila studied him as he moved to take a seat. Taller, broader. Gavin had become fully a man. Though he was clean-shaven, she wondered what he’d look like with a beard. Could he grow one now? His dark hair led to about an inch or so of well-filled-out sideburns. Yeah, she was sure he could grow out his facial hair and he’d look pretty damn good if he did. Not that he didn’t look great as he was. The cropped, clean-cut look worked for him. A whisper of gray touched each of his temples and he wore that well too.
Her gaze wandered down his frame. No excess flesh or jutting bone. His tight musculature shifted his frame with ease. Clearly he took care of himself, worked out often. A picture of him shirtless in some imaginary gym, sweat dripping down a cut chest and abdomen, appeared in her mind’s eye. She blinked away the thought, trying to focus on his words and ignore the pounding of her heart. Her hand strayed to her matronly bun and the bobby pins holding it in place. She picked them out of her hair, one by one, and shook out her shoulder-length tresses.
“Mom said you’ve been at this location for the past ten years. I can see why,” said Gavin.
She cleared her throat. “Jack helped me set it up after we got divorced.”
“It was a pretty amicable split…as divorces go.”
“My ex, Irene, and I went through a pretty rough one a couple years ago.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
He took another bite of cake. “It’s all good now.”
Lila worked on her piece for a few minutes in comfortable silence and then asked, “Why did you come here tonight, Gavin?”
He glanced around the room and gave a little shake of his head. “To see you.”
“I get that. I mean what were you expecting from me?”
He rubbed his hand on the front of his jeans. “No expectations. It’s—it’s just good to be back. You’re part of my memories of home. I guess. No, I mean you are. Definitely.” He grunted and rolled his eyes. “I’ll stop rambling now.”
She let out an amused huff under her breath. “You’re fine.”
She slid her fork over her plate and scraped up the last of the frosting and crumbs. Her tongue darted over the fork tines and licked them clean.
Gavin reached out his hand. “You got a little chocolate…”
He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. She let her tongue graze the tip of it. Shocked by her own audacity, she shied away from his touch but he cupped her face in one hand.
Eyelids lowered, Gavin leaned in. Dark lashes rested against his cheek. Warm lips skimmed across hers. The hand under her jaw slipped beneath her hair and cradled her neck. Lila’s body relaxed into the kiss, sliding her tongue over his. For a moment she lost herself in the scent and the taste of him—chocolate richness and the citrus undertones of his cologne, but all too soon, she remembered the shards of glass lodged in her heart. Pain at the memory of Alan’s departure stabbed at her.
“Maybe we shouldn’t be doing this,” she murmured.
“Maybe not.” He gave her a quick, soft kiss and then a longer, more urgent one.
Shouldn’t be doing this, Lila thought. A list of reasons she should rebuff his advances scrolled through her mind. She was still getting over Alan. She hadn’t seen Gavin in over twenty-five years. Jesus Christ, a quarter century. Nothing good ever came from rushing into sex. But who said they had to go that far? Well, she did want to fuck him. No denying that. But the last thing she needed was…was…?
The feel of his heated mouth against hers overrode her common sense. Oh, to hell with it. Why not?

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Monday, November 8, 2010

Sold Bucking Hard to Ellora's Cave!

Woohoo! I'm shouting out!
My wonderful EC editor (waving at Jilly) wants Bucking Hard!!!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Keeping Claire by KB Alan

Ellora's Cave

Claire’s been fantasizing about the owner of her company since she first saw him. Ryan is gorgeous, confident and sexy as hell. In other words, so not her type. With the crazy life she leads, it’s best to stick to men who are happy to do what she tells them to, then disappear. Since Ryan would never abide by those terms, it’s best to keep him right where she’s got him—in her dreams.
Ryan gets up close and personal with Claire while investigating a threat to his company. Once he’s convinced she’s not out to hurt what he’s helped build, he refocuses his more-than-human energies on his intriguing employee. When she quits, insisting it’s best if she leaves town, he’s determined to convince her otherwise. At least long enough to get a taste of her. And the more he tastes, the more he touches, the more he wants. Now he just has to convince Claire that what they have is worth fighting for, and he’s more than up to the task.

Copyright © KB ALAN, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
It took two trips before they had everything transferred to the lovely nook off Jacob’s kitchen. Instead of blocking her into the middle of the bench seat, Jacob pulled a chair from against the wall and sat opposite her. She wasn’t sure she could suppress her relief so she picked up her wineglass and hid behind it.

Jacob’s sigh suggested he wasn’t unaware of her hiding.

“I think it’s time you told us what’s going on,” he said.

She put down her glass and nudged the basket of garlic bread closer to Ryan so she didn’t have to look at it.

“Fine. I grew up with bad people. Monsters. I chose to leave and they’re not happy about that, so I need to stay hidden. Simple. It’s best to stay ahead of them, trust me, so I’ll just leave here and you don’t have to worry about me, or them, anymore.”

“Monsters?” Ryan glanced at Jacob in surprise before returning his attention to her. “Demons?”

She blinked at him. “Uh. No. Murderers. Rapists. Thieves.”

“Ah.” He sat back with a smile. “We can help you with that.” He resumed eating.

Fear for them tried to intrude but she pulled on her anger instead. “No, you can’t. And you won’t. You’ll stay out of it. Stay safe. Stay away from me.”

Ryan just waved his fork at her, his mouth too full to answer.

Crossing her arms over her chest she leaned back and glared at him.

His confidence should piss her off. Did piss her off. Too bad it was also sexy as hell. A man shouldn’t look sexy eating spaghetti, damn it.

“Let me be very clear. I’m not asking for your help. I don’t want it. The only thing I need from you is to let me walk away. And if you don’t, you won’t just have the monsters to deal with, you’ll have me. If I wouldn’t put up with being ordered around and kept in place by the people who made me, you can sure as hell bet I won’t put up with it from you.”

“Of course you can leave, if you want to,” Jacob said.

Ryan opened his mouth as if to object, but remained silent.

“I would appreciate it, though, if you would tell us your family’s name, so that we might be prepared,” Jacob added.

She looked back and forth between them but neither seemed concerned. Her well-developed sense of the truth told her that Jacob meant what he’d said. So, okay, they were just going to let her go. That was good. Right.

“I’ll think about it.” She tucked back into her dinner. She’d need all the good fuel she could get as she started on the next phase of her life. And the wine didn’t hurt, either.

Jacob managed to get them chatting casually while they finished the meal, then brought out ice cream and all the fixings for sundaes. She was too tired to be more than mildly amused that the elegant man kept such items on hand. Pouring heated caramel sauce over the French vanilla ice cream, she caught Ryan’s intent gaze as he added chocolate to his own. A sudden vision of him licking the sauce from her breasts rose in her mind. Her breath caught at the vivid image and she forced her attention back to her hands, righting the jar and placing it back on the table. Ryan picked up the can of whipped cream and slowly leaned over to dispense a long layer of creamy goodness into her bowl.

She refused to meet his eyes as she picked up the maraschino cherries and spooned a couple from the jar. What the hell, she would only have this one night with him, maybe she should give in to the heat that was building between them. Though he wasn’t her usual type, there was no denying that he made her body ache. A sprinkle of nuts finished off the sundae and she picked up the bowl and moved to the living room.

A fire crackled and she headed for that, taking a seat on the raised hearth. Jacob followed her in, sitting on the large leather sofa. When Ryan joined them he moved straight toward her, sitting close enough that the heat from his thigh rivaled that of the fire. She considered giving him a good death glare before changing seats but decided she would be spiting herself more than him. The truth was she liked the feel of him next to her. She relaxed her body, letting her leg fall slightly closer to his.

The first bite of the sundae was perfect, just the right combination of ice cream and toppings. She closed her eyes and savored the treat. Her mind wandered back to the vision of Ryan licking sauce from her breasts and she moaned around the delicious coldness.

Ryan shifted restlessly next to her and she suppressed a smile. Oh yeah. One night with him would carry her through years of the dishrags she usually limited herself to. Her nipples tightened at the idea. Another cold spoonful did little to counteract the heat that was consuming her body. Next to her, Ryan was shoveling in his sundae at an alarming rate. Hiding a smile, she slowed her own pace even more, letting the spoon slide out ever so slowly between her lips, eyes closing again to fully appreciate the deliciousness.

The clatter of bowl hitting hearth made her heart beat faster but she maintained her pace, bringing another spoonful to her lips. Her eyes opened slightly when Ryan leaned into her, bracing a hand against her back. She angled the spoon toward him and he parted his lips. She made sure to get cream on his lip before allowing him to draw the spoon inside. His eyes were hot on her, full of intent and promise. A shiver raced up her spine and he pressed his hand harder into her back, his thumb taking up a circular caress.

She pulled the spoon back and he swallowed before darting his tongue out to clean the mess she’d made. Was it intentional that he left the bit at the slightly pointed bow? She hoped so. Leaning forward, she darted her own tongue out to catch the speck of whipped cream. A tiny growl came from him as she pulled back. He tightened his arm, holding her close.

“Are we going to do this?” His breath whispered against her lips. “If you want me to leave, tell me now.”

She put her hand on his thigh and slowly inched it up, eyes steady on his, lips a breath apart. Angling her hand in, she found her prize. He caught his breath as she palmed his length, hard and growing harder.

“You won’t stop me from leaving in the morning?”

“I won’t stop you.”

“You would walk away, right now?” she asked, dismayed to sound so breathless. Damn it, she was going for saucy and in control. To compensate, she squeezed, hard.

“Only if you asked me to.” He brought a hand up to her cheek, a gentle caress that had her heart clenching.

But it wasn’t her heart that she wanted clenching so she closed the tiny distance between them and captured his mouth with hers. She wanted hot, hard, fast. Now. He tasted of chocolate sauce and vanilla and met her demanding kiss thrust for thrust. Her hands scrabbled at his shirt, desperate to find a way inside and feel bare skin. He stood, pulling her up with him, then lifted her so her legs came naturally around his waist. His obvious strength should have frightened her, but she could only be thankful as he stalked out of the room, never backing away from the kiss that threatened to consume her.

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Sunday, October 24, 2010

Newly Released Patriot Secrets by Jerri Hines

Patriot Secrets by Jerri Hines

It's a dangerous game you set to play, Miss Corbett. One that can have far worse than deadly consequences!
In the midst of the struggle for America's bid for independence, Hannah Corbett makes a fateful decision, descending into a world of deceit. Spurred by revenge, she heads to New York, setting in motion a dangerous game for which there is no return. Searching desperately for the man who betrayed her family, she faces the cold and brutal reality of the life of a spy. Caught in a web of lies, living with betrayal, she is trapped. She has nowhere to turn except to a man it would be treasonous to love, setting duty and desire at war. Her heart is ripped apart when she must choose between the man who risks his career and life to protect her and the only thing that has remained constant in her life...her belief in her cause.

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Friday, October 8, 2010

4.5 Stars & a Top Pick from Night Owl Reviews

OMG, I can't believe I didn't get this on my blog before now. I must have been overwhelmed with excitement. But here I am, going to brag about the 4.5 Stars and a Top Pick from Night Owl Reviews for Bachelor Auction! Thanks Diana!

"I really enjoyed this story by Ms. Lace. I loved Charlotte and Marcus and...I loved the dialogue between these two characters...After reading this story and enjoying it so much, I’m definitely looking forward to reading more from Ms. Lace in the future!"

To read more, click HERE.

Friday, September 24, 2010

The Romance Studio Reviewed Bachelor Auction!

Bachelor Auction gets 5 Hearts from The Romance Studio!  Thank for the lovely review, Brenda!

This storyline is an attention-getter and one hard to put down. The subordinate characters help make the book a poignant travel through the ups and downs of their relationship...Readers should rush out and get this book. You will not be sorry. Kudos, Ms. Lace!

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Monday, September 20, 2010

Spotlight on: Punishing the Thief by Shoshanna Evers

I was able to nab Shoshanna Evers for a few questions about her new book Punishing the Art Thief, just released at Ellora's Cave. Here's what she had to say:

How did you come up with the idea for Punishing the Art Thief?

I was browsing the FBI website (don’t ask) and saw that they’re still looking for a bunch of famous paintings that were stolen back in 1990 from a museum. I did some more research and started thinking, “What if a woman finds one of those missing paintings and tries to steal it back?” Then, because I have a dirty mind, I thought – “What if the security guard who catches her doesn’t want to let her go?” LOL

I see you wear many hats. You must be very organized. Any tips on how to "do it all"?

I’m still trying to figure that out for myself. I work on the weekends as a registered nurse, so during that time I focus completely on nursing and my patients. When I’m home, my writing time revolves around my toddler. One day a week I write an advice column, but that really doesn’t take too long so I usually will write erotica and my column on the same day. Actually, you know what? I don’t watch television. That right there frees up a ton of writing time for me.

Is it easy switching between writing erotic romance and being an advice columnist?

Oh yeah. Writing a column is so different from writing erotic fiction. When I’m giving advice, I’m using my skills as a mother, nurse and wife, not really as an author. Although sometimes I want to give racy advice and I have to remind myself that it probably has no place in a local newspaper. 

What advice would you offer aspiring writers?

Keep writing and keep submitting. The only difference between a published author and an aspiring writer is the one who got published never gave up. Also, read a lot in the genre you want to write in. I don’t understand writers who say they don’t have time to read.

Can you tell us a little about your new release with Ellora's Cave, Punishing the Art Thief ?

Here’s the blurb for this erotic art heist:

Security guard James Tannen has been lusting after art history professor Melissa Dwyer since he sat in on her class three years ago. She crashes a private art unveiling at his employer’s house—then costs him his job by stealing a previously stolen priceless painting. She’ll do anything to keep the painting for herself—and James will do anything to get Melissa into his bed.

They agree that if she spends the weekend with him, he won’t tell a soul about her stolen masterpiece. It’s blackmail, but it’s also the perfect excuse for Melissa to get to know James. He takes a few of her erotic books for research, even though she’s never tried any of the risqué sexual techniques she reads about and masturbates to. Bondage. Nipple clamps. Butt plugs. Spanking.

If James is using her personal book collection as a script for their weekend together, Melissa knows she’s in for a wild ride!

Click here for Punishing the Art Thief at Ellora’s Cave:

Also, keep a look out for Ginger Snap, an upcoming Ellora’s Cave Quickie. It’s a Christmas story about ginger-figging, lol.

Where can we find you?

My website,, on Twitter at, and for aspiring writers, my blog  If you email me I promise to email you back! shoshanna.evers at

Thanks Shoshanna for taking time out of your busy schedule to tell us about yourself and your new book Punishing the Art Thief.

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Friday, September 17, 2010

Bachelor Auction Gets 5 Tea Cups and a Glowing Review!!!

Woohoo! Bachelor Auction received a 5 Tea Cup Rating from Happily Ever After Reviews! And I'm so excited about what she had to say! Thanks so much Denise!

"The characterization in ‘Bachelor Auction,’ complete with the wealth of emotion Ms. Lace weaves with language left me completely absorbed, pulled in, and drawn so tight I could barely tear my eyes away...Do not, do not, do not miss this book."

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Tuesday, September 7, 2010

L. Rosario Talks Trivia about Posessing Haley

Today I'm thrilled to have L. Rosario as a guest on my blog. I won't bore you with mushy details about how much her friendship has meant to me over the last four, almost five, years. So let's hear what she has to say about her latest release, Possessing Haley.

I'm so excited about my new release, Possessing Hayley, my first with Ellora's Cave! I thought it would be fun to share some "trivia" with you about the story, such as the original title and how this story relates to some of my earlier vampire romances. I hope you enjoy the tidbits then post a comment for a chance to win a copy of Possessing Hayley!!

What you might not realize about Possessing Hayley:
  • The original title was Claimed.
  • The coven that Alec calls home is the same coven appearing in 3 of my earlier stories, Blood Ritual, Captive Fantasy and Exiled.
  • The master of said coven is a vampire of mystery. Only his queen knows his name, well, and anyone who reads all the way to the end of Blood Ritual ;)
  • Inside the coven's dungeon are swords and coffins used to punish unruly coven members. One coffin is currently occupied by a troublesome vamp from my novel, Captive Fantasy. I wonder if he'll ever get out? ;)
  • When heading out to save Hayley, Alec is told to bring along a servant. He takes Chase, a character who made his first appearance in Exiled.
  • Speaking of Exiled, that book's heroine, Nadia, is briefly referenced in a scene between Alec and Hayley.
  • And on a final note: just because a story ends it doesn't mean we have to say goodbye to the characters forever. One never knows when or where they might show up next!

Alec has resisted the idea of an eternal bond for six centuries. Now his master has ordered him to save a woman who has been left for dead, and there’s a catch—in order to successfully save her life, Alec must make Hayley his own. In every way…

Hayley was only looking for a good time, but when the good time turns into a strange waking dream full of vampires, bloodlust and scorching sex, she no longer recognizes who she is or what she has become. She clings to Alec, the sexy vampire with possession in his eyes. Without him, she’ll never be able to adjust, but he holds back, denying the bond she craves.

But it’s a bond that cannot be denied for long. Upon returning to the coven, a simple truth awaits. If Alec does not claim Hayley, another will.

Reader Advisory: If it’s bloodlust you want, you’ll get more than your share in this scorcher that offers a little ménage, a little M/M foreplay and a whole lot of bloodsucking sizzle.


Copyright © L. ROSARIO, 2010

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

The underground chamber, or dungeon as most called it, was not a happy place. Very few coven members had ever stepped foot down there, nor did they wish to. Used primarily for punishment, the dungeon housed a half-dozen coffins and an impressive collection of swords. The coffins were for bad vamps the master hadn’t decided to kill yet, and to Alec’s knowledge one was currently occupied. The swords were for…well, it was rather obvious what the swords were for.

Alec sidestepped the row of coffins and found the master standing at the back of the room. They made brief eye contact then Alec followed his gaze toward the wall. He halted in his tracks.

Ben. The vampire was chained, and by the smell of burning flesh in the air, the chains were silver. He was naked, emaciated and looking like he’d just crawled from a grave. It wasn’t a good look. Even for a vampire.

Alec moved alongside his master, unable to tear his gaze from his old, yet unrecognizable, friend. “You sent for me, my master?” Given the situation, not to mention the location of the meeting, total deference seemed a good route to go.

“As you can see, Benjamin has decided to drag his worthless hide back to the coven.” The master crossed his arms and looked at Alec. “It seems life on the outside was harder than he anticipated.”

Ben had run away? What fool would leave the coven and all its delights for life on the outside? “Why has he been quarantined?”

“You know the rules, Alec. Benjamin ran away and then suddenly reappeared. It would be irresponsible to allow him to run about the coven before ascertaining if he is clean.”

“And is he? Clean?” Alec glanced at Ben, who looked anything but clean.

“No.” The master moved closer to Ben, which caused an immediate reaction. As if jolted from a deep sleep, Ben jerked his head up and violently fought against the chains. Smoke wafted from his wrists as the silver burned away more flesh.

Alec wrinkled his nose and turned away. Poor bastard. “I sense we aren’t talking about hygiene, Master.”

“No, not at all.” The master lashed out and took hold of Ben’s greasy hair to yank his head back. “Would you like to tell your friend what you are guilty of, Benjamin? Tell him why you are chained to a wall contemplating the kiss of a sword at your neck.”

Ben’s wild gaze found Alec. His throat worked, his lips parted but speech seemed beyond him. Clearly if Alec wanted the story from Ben, he’d have to go in and get it. Holding Ben’s gaze, he forced himself into the vampire’s mind. Weak with hunger and fear, Ben was easier to read than a picture book.

There was a woman, dark and sultry. Her husky laughter crawled through Alec’s senses, enticing him as it must have enticed Ben. She was so real, so tangible, he could feel the heat of her skin, smell the fragrance of her hair and taste the sweetness of her lips as Ben kissed her. He wanted to bite her. No, that was what Ben wanted, what he asked for. Another laugh, another passionate kiss then she stripped out of her dress to offer the perfection of her body. Ben swept her hair aside, placed his mouth to her neck and unsheathed his fangs.

Alec sucked in a deep breath. He could feel her pulse against his own mouth; feel the tension in her body as it anticipated the bite. His fangs throbbed, his mouth watered. He heard her gasp, smelled the momentary fear then tasted the blood. She was delicious. Clean. Unsullied by the feedings of other vampires. Envy grabbed hold of Alec. Who was Ben to enjoy such a treat? Alec was older, more powerful, more deserving. The woman should be his.

Lost in his own cravings, Alec nearly missed the feel of the woman’s pulse slowing against his mouth, the taste of her blood changing. She was dying, and yet Ben continued to take. The images shifted, blurred, until Alec could see nothing but red. The woman’s blood. It poured from her, from the tear in her throat. She lay on the bed whimpering, once, twice, then nothing. He saw her from far away, as though Ben stood on a threshold, unsure if he should stay or go. As the images faded to black, Alec recognized the dark city streets and tasted Ben’s horror.

The bastard had left her. He’d left her to die.

Alec took a step back, disgusted to be so close to the monster he had once called friend. “Do we know where the girl is?” He kept his gaze on Ben but addressed the master.

“That is why I summoned you, Alec.” Releasing Ben, the master stepped back. “Benjamin was kind enough to supply this.” He reached into his shirt to pull out a necklace. Taking it off over his head, he tossed it toward Alec, who plucked it from the air. Dangling from the long cord was a key. On one side was the logo for a seedy motel, and on the reverse, the number sixty-six.

Alec frowned. “He left her here?” If she hadn’t been dead when Ben left her, she would be now. The motel was located in just about the worst part of town imaginable. The master couldn’t possibly be thinking to send—

“I want you to find the girl.”


“If she is dead, dispose of the body.”

“And if she isn’t?” Alec put the key around his neck. Centuries of loyalty kept him in the room when all he really wanted to do was leave before the master could answer.

“Make her yours.”

Double fuck.

The frantic rattling of chains and the smell of burning flesh drew Alec’s attention back to Ben. “Mine,” the captive vampire hissed. “Mine!”

Alec arched a brow at the master. “He doesn’t seem too happy about this.”

“Benjamin has lost the right to an opinion.” Ouch. “I will keep him alive until you find the girl and contact me about her condition. If she’s alive, killing Benjamin might harm her. For the time being, he is her sire.”

“Unless he didn’t get around to giving her any blood.” Ben’s final memories of the incident had been fractured by fear and guilt. Alec hadn’t been able to tell exactly what had happened once the girl’s throat had been ripped open, just that Ben had placed her on the bed before fleeing the scene. Blood could have been exchanged, but he doubted it.

“We will play it safe and keep him alive for now.” The master left Ben and took hold of Alec’s arm to guide him away from the prisoner. “If you find the girl alive, she will be confused, angry even. Being with someone who understands abandonment should help her.”

“Forgive me, Master, but my sire abandoned me well after the change was complete.” And good riddance to the selfish bastard. Once the initial shock of being alone had worn off, Alec had been better off without his sire, safer too. There’d been rumor of the vampire’s capture and destruction. Never confirmed, but a void existed in Alec where a blood link should be, leaving him to believe rumor was fact.

“Aye, I know, but I still believe you’re the best one to see to this.” The master’s stern expression discouraged protest, even in one as old as Alec. Maybe in the outside world, were they to meet one on one, Alec could take the master. His sire might have been a bastard, but he’d been old and powerful. It would be one hell of a fight, to be sure, but Alec didn’t exist on the outside. He existed here, in the coven. The master’s coven; where obedience bred happiness.

“Very well, I’ll call you the moment I find the girl.” He’d do as instructed and save her life if possible, but the part about making her his? The memories he’d pulled from Ben, the woman’s laugh, her scent, her naked perfection, they reappeared long enough to make Alec falter.

No, he did not crave a bond. What he felt for the woman was pity, nothing more.

The master studied him closely. “I can only imagine the thoughts you’re hiding behind that mental shield of yours.”

Alec smiled, confident in his ability to keep the master out.

With a soft chuckle, the master shook his head and moved toward the door. The air barely stirred in his wake. “One more thing.” He halted and turned. “Find an unbound male servant to take with you. If you find her alive, and she survives the transformation, her body will crave more than just blood. You will be grateful for the help, trust me.”

Having never made a vampire, Alec could only go by his own experience and how he had felt upon awakening for the first time. He’d been beyond hungry and hornier than a teenager with his first hard-on. Within the first six hours he’d fucked his way through four whores, and had all but drained three of them of blood, before his sire stopped him. Yeah, he was going to have his hands full.

“Will one servant be enough?” Why not bring two? Or three?

The question seemed to amuse the master. “Do you question the stamina that has earned you a rather interesting reputation within this coven, Alec?”

Reputation? What the fuck? “I had no idea I had a reputation.”

The rare grin actually widened. “One servant will suffice, Alec. Be gone within the hour, and good luck.”

Thank you for stopping by, thank you for taking the time to check out Possessing Hayley's little known facts and don't forget to leave a comment for your chance to win your very own copy!

A special thanks to Darah for letting me celebrate my release here today!

Monday, September 6, 2010

First Review for Bachelor Auction!!!

Woohoo! Seriously Reviewed gave Bachelor Auction an 18 and had this to say...

"I fell hard for both main it should be in a well written story. Emotion, drama, lust, drama, conflict, lust, fight, make-up, love, passion. It was all there and then some. Ms Lace has done it yet again with this winning book."

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Thank you Seriously Reviewed!

Sunday, September 5, 2010

Triple Winners of Bachelor Auction Release Day Contest!

Three blogs--three winners!

Congratulations to Fedora, Loretta, and Nikki!

And thank you to
for making Bachelor Auction's release day special!

Friday, September 3, 2010

Bachelor Auction Released Today!

It's finally out! Bachelor Auction is officially released today at The Wild Rose Press!

Help me celebrate by leaving a comment at any and all of the following sites and I'll put your name in a drawing to win one of three prizes--your choice of any of my books.

L.Rosario's My Other Haven

Read the first chapter at D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters...

or my here on my blog.

I'll draw a winner Sunday and post the results here and in the comments at the other two locations! Squee! Off to pop the top on some cyber champagne!

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Friday, August 20, 2010

The Lie Revealed and a Winner Drawn!

Thanks to all who played Catch Me In A Lie with me! It's been fun! Sorry it took me so long to post the winner. I've had a hell of a day, starting with having to go into work early and then getting off late!

As promised I will now reveal the lie and a few truths!

1. I did interior design for three years. I sold Home Interior and right away discovered people really wanted help designing their room, not just their wall. My parties turned into fun for all when we rearranged furniture, switched pillows in one room to fit better in another, or picked out the best drapes to match a room’s interior. LOL I had to give it up, though. There was no money in it without a degree.

2. I’ve walked in dinosaur tracks. About an hour or so from my home there is a large creek bed that has dinosaur tracks. When it’s dry--I’ve never known it to have water but I’m sure it does at times--you can walk the bed and study the footprints.

If I had one, I think I'd like this sexy little fairy!
3. I have a tattoo of a fairy on my ass. Yep, as most of you guessed, this was the lie. I do not have a tattoo of a fairy on my ass. In fact, I don’t even have a tattoo. But I’m curious. Why did most of you think I had one, just not a fairy?

4. I was once in a bar fight. Okay, not one of my finer moments. And I blush with shame when I think of it. But in my younger, wilder days, when I had no sense and a very short fuse (okay and there was a lot of alcohol involved), I got into a fit outside a bar. Funny thing is, I mouthed off to a couple arguing in the parking lot about making a scene in public.

5. I have a pair of boots signed by George Strait BEFORE he became famous. Well, the boots aren’t George’s, though I would have loved to have had him in a situation where he was bootless—preferably they’d have been under my bed. The boots are mine. I handed them to George at a bar he played at in my hometown. My daughters want the boots to wear (they’re back in style). My son wants to sell them. I have been known to threaten broken fingers for touching them.

6. It took me 4.5 hours to ski down a mountain because I’m afraid of heights. OMG, this is so true. It was my first and last attempt to snow ski. My dh (only my bf at the time) and I went skiing with some of his friends. I took lessons the day before but the altitude made me sick so I didn’t finish. The next day, one of the “friends” suggested a slope. A freakin’ Blue Diamond!!! It was so steep—not to mention HIGH—that I cursed and cried and slid all the way down that stupid mountain on my ass. My dh was so patient with me. In fact, the next night he proposed.

7. I was once a runway model. Yeah, okay, so I was six. My mom worked for Sears and they wanted family members of employees to model their clothing. All I remember is walking the runway in a yellow dress.

8. I won a kissing contest. Ugh, another embarrassing moment. Some friends and I were at a local festival where they wear badges that read “Kiss Me, I’m Czech.” Well, if you’re not Czech, you wear the one that reads “Kiss Me, I’m Ready.” (btw, you do know I write erotic romance, don’t you?) Anyway, the girls and I had a little contest to see who could kiss the most guys. I won and that’s all the info you’re getting!

And now you know way too much about me!

So without further disclosure, I’ll introduce the winner of the contest! Oh, and to make it fun, I’m giving away two prizes. One drawn from those who guessed the lie. And one from everyone who commented.

Winner 1: Rasha

Winner 2: Wanda

Please email me at to let me know which book you’d like and in what format.

Thanks for playing!

Friday, August 13, 2010

White-Hot and Hard by Catherine Chernow

White-Hot and Hard
by Catherine Chernow

Sensual. Seductive. Sculptures so erotic they become a white-hot feast for the eyes.

That’s what New York art promoter Sloan Benton sees the day she discovers the talent of sculptor, Dallen O’Neal. Dallen’s outrageous style gives Sloan a burning desire to learn more about him and the secret medium he’s using. He’s the sexiest, hottest, most dominant man she’s ever met and the best new talent in town, but she realizes too late that he’s also a painful forgotten memory from her past.

Dallen O’Neal wants revenge. Sloan Benton crushed his artistic spirit. He couldn’t sculpt anything for years after her cruelty, but his desire for her never waned. When she accepts the invitation to view his work, then his challenge to strip naked for art’s sake, he discovers Sloan’s submissive side. They share wild sex, including Sloan’s penchant for a spanking. Sloan captures his heart, but he thrusts her aside, intent on vengeance.

Jealousy, sex, submission and a hint of exhibitionism mingle together, making Dallen’s need for Sloan…


Sloan ran her hands over the mound of cream between the woman’s legs. It felt hard, smooth, looked wickedly real.

“Have you guessed what I used?”

Dallen stood off to the side, watching her. From the corner of her eye, she noticed his dark gaze followed her every move.

She lifted her chin, hoping to quell the racing beat of her heart. Dallen O’Neal was a devastatingly gorgeous man. She longed to feel the sinewy lines of his body, felt captivated by his jet-black hair. His blue eyes shone, setting off the shadow of a beard lining his angular jaw.

Her pussy throbbed. Damn, she wasn’t here for a roll in the sack with a tall, dark, sexy guy, she was here to work and gain a new client.

She wanted Dallen, badly.

Um…as a client.

Yeah, right.

He was dressed in black from head to toe, the severe color emphasizing his height and muscled body. She wasn’t a short woman, but she got the feeling her head would barely reach his shoulder.

He certainly knew how to draw a crowd.

“So, are you going to tell me?”

He moved closer, so close she could smell him. A heady, musky, lemony fragrance drifted by her nose.

“Tell you what?” she managed.

She couldn’t remember the question.

He lifted a corner of his mouth. The tiny smile softened his chiseled face then a lock of his dark hair fell across one of his eyes. She had to stop herself from reaching up and brushing it aside.

She couldn’t think of a single thing to say. Strange, she was usually so glib, so self-assured.

He chuckled. “Cat got your tongue?”

At the mention of the word “tongue”, she imagined how his would feel. She glanced at the sculpture of the woman’s spread legs. How would Dallen’s tongue feel between her thighs? Would he pass the tip across her swollen pussy?

She shuddered pleasurably.

“Cold?” Dallen lifted a brow.

“No.” She shook her head. “I’m not.”

No, damn you, I’m burning up!

“Have you figured out the medium I’m using?”

She lifted a hand, intent on running it over the mound of whipped cream.

He placed his warm palm across the back of her hand. The contact of his skin against hers sent a zing down her back. It snaked its way to the top of her asscheeks, settling in the cleft between them.

How would it feel to have his large, warm palm there?

Fool! Concentrate. Answer his question already.

She shook her head, her fingers caressing the sculpture.

He whispered near her ear. “I usually don’t let anyone touch my sculptures.” He lifted her hand and placed it against the sculpted cunt.

Sloan touched the folds of flesh lining the vagina, her finger sliding across the small, rounded button nestled between those folds.

As if she stroked her own pussy.

“Feels real, doesn’t it?” he asked, his voice low.

Embarrassed that she’d let herself get so lost in his art, she tried to pull her hand away. He held it there.

“I’m not sure what medium you’re using.” She turned to face him, schooling her features, not wanting to let him know how he and his work affected her.

“Stick around and find out.”

He removed his hand, folding his arms across his chest. She missed the feel of his skin on hers, felt bereft at the loss of contact.

“I will.” She lifted her chin, hoping she sounded confident.

Dallen O’Neal was keeping her off balance, doing the unexpected.

Like his art.

He smiled. She wished he wouldn’t, because it did strange things to her pussy. It made it beat in time with her heart. Her clit ached for release. Her breasts felt heavy.

Sloan looked around. “You have a lot of visitors today.”

“You can only hope half will respond to an invitation, and that half of those will attend.”

Sloan saw a man walk through the door. Her eyes widened. “That’s the art critic from the Times.”

“So it is.”

She grabbed Dallen’s hand and tugged. “Let’s go talk to him.”

“I have something else planned right now.” He squeezed her fingers, his grip firm yet gentle, but he didn’t budge.

She lowered her voice. “You don’t snub the art critic from the Times.”

A strange look passed over his face when she said the word “snub”. He appeared lost in thought.

He spoke, his voice giving rise to anger simmering below the surface of his words.

“I have no intention of ignoring anyone, however, I can sell myself and my work. I don’t need him.” He angled his head. “Or you.”

Sloan felt her temper soar. “Then why did you invite me?”

“Perhaps I was curious.” He gave a casual shrug of his powerful shoulders. “I wanted to see if you’d come.”

“Maybe you don’t need me or my services.”

He smiled when she uttered the word “services”.

“But you’d be surprised how much you will need Griffin Thomas’ help.”

His arrogance made her want to stamp her foot in frustration. She lifted it, intent on doing just that.

His eyes met hers. His held challenge. She got the strangest feeling that if she did stomp the floor he’d retaliate. This time, her curiosity as well as her body became aroused at the thought of what he might do.

A tiny part of her wanted to experience the consequence.

She placed her foot on the floor, choosing to keep it there. “Artists are all cut from the same mold.”

“A clever statement, from a very clever woman.” He bowed his head slightly.

She couldn’t tell if he joked with her or if sarcasm was behind his acerbic tone.

“And just how are all we artists the same?” he asked.

“You have huge…” Her eyes swept over his groin. “Egos.”

She swallowed back desire, and something else, a bit of fear. Of what she wasn’t sure.

He didn’t respond right away. Instead, he leaned toward her and whispered in her ear. “So you’ve noticed.”

She didn’t know if she wanted to smack him or reach down and squeeze his “ego”.

He walked away, his swagger confident. Just when she thought he would ignore Griffin, he switched tracks, reaching out to shake the critic’s hand. She couldn’t hear what they said but it seemed as though Griffin was pleased.

She exhaled, her sigh filled with relief.

Why should she care? She glanced around Dallen’s studio, her eyes settling on his sculptures.

He was damn good, that’s why. It was imperative that she care before someone else did. Miles was right, she needed fresh, new talent to pander…

And all the money that came with it.

She’d be damned if she’d touch the trust fund her father had left her. She had done all right these last few years, although the sagging economy made her rethink dipping into her inheritance.

Promoting a client as talented as Dallen O’Neal would enable her to continue to lead her current, comfortable lifestyle.

She heard raised voices coming from the other side of the room.

Dallen focused his attention on a group of young women gathered off to the side, near some nude statues.

It rankled to see him with those other women.

One minute he was paying her so much attention she felt as if she were the only person in his studio and the next, his shitty, cocky attitude made her so angry she wanted to scream.

Damn, her pussy still throbbed.

She should just leave, walk right out the door and never look back, but the sight of the nude figures made her body melt, desire pooling between her thighs. Trying not to be obvious about her arousal, or how much it was fired by not only the art but the artist, her eyes drifted to the sculpted figures again.

Dallen O’Neal was one dangerous man…and so was his art.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

4 Blue Ribbons for Saddle Broke!

Woohoo! I just found out Saddle Broke
received 4 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies!

"Hold on to your hats, because SADDLE BROKE is hot enough to start a fire."

Thanks Natalie!

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Friday, July 30, 2010

Summer Of The Cougar by Nicole Austin

Ellora's Cave

A standalone title in the Cougar Challenge series.

With the big four-oh looming, Larissa Cross is more than ready to shed the roles that have defined her and make drastic changes. Gone are the widowed Army wife, soccer mom and empty nester. She’s even setting aside the school teacher until fall. 
A naughty challenge issued by fellow erotic romance booklovers on their blog, Tempt the Cougar, has come at the perfect time and ignited Rissa’s competitive drive. It’s going to be a glorious summer full of hot younger man lovin’ for a new cougar on the prowl. Rawr!

Tattooed and pierced fireman JD Harmon is tempting prey but there’s much more to the hunk than his bad boy good looks. A one-night stand isn’t in his plans and sex—no matter how mind-blowing—won’t distract him from his goals. JD intends to tame the wicked cougar and stake a claim on her heart.

The spicy scent of chorizo and onions grilling in the skillet had her stomach growling. She scrambled in some eggs and raisins then the completed dish went into the warm oven along with a plate of fresh tortillas. Earlier she’d made salsa and set the table. But she was hungry for more than food. Rissa had every intention of getting JD on the menu.

She headed for her laptop to check email when someone knocked on the door. Glancing at the clock she noted how fast he’d made the drive. She started talking as she opened the door. “Wow, you made good ti—”

The sight of JD waiting on her doorstep, smiling at her broadly, had the words dying in her dry throat as Rissa nearly swallowed her tongue. She’d imagined how he’d look out of the uniform. Her imagination had nothing on reality.

Washed so many times the material was nearly threadbare, his blue T-shirt bore the fire department emblem and lovingly conformed to his chiseled torso. Intricate lines of a black tattoo that accentuated his huge biceps disappeared under his left sleeve. She longed to trace all those twisting, twirling lines with the tip of her tongue, and contemplated how much skin they covered.

He’d tucked the shirt into a faded pair of low-riding shorts that failed to disguise the thick bulge that extended all the way to his left hip. Saliva flooded her mouth and she wondered how he’d taste. Her breasts felt swollen and heavy, and with each ragged breath her rock-hard nipples rasped against her top. Shifting her weight from one foot to the other, Rissa realized more than her mouth had gotten wet.

“Damn, honey. You’re even more beautiful than I remembered.”

He lifted his right hand and held out a red fire extinguisher bearing a festive streamer of multi-colored ribbons. How had she failed to notice the large red cylinder dangling from his fist? “I brought you a present.”

“Um…thanks.” Rather unique gift.

“When you get another car, I want you to put that in the trunk so I’ll know you’re safe.”


The sweet gesture left her speechless. For several long moments she stared into his dark eyes. Reflected in their depths she saw the potential for a future. A long-lasting relationship.

Rissa shook her head to dispel the rather disturbing idea. She wanted to live, have fun, sample all the different flavors she’d never tasted—not tie herself to one man. No matter how sweet and sexy and thoughtful he may be.

Breakfast. They were supposed to be having breakfast.

“Come on in.” Stepping back from the door, she allowed him to enter her home. Not sure what else to do with it, she put his gift in the hall closet. Turning back toward him she said, “I hope you’re hungry. I cooked—”

The breath rushed from her lungs as her back came up against the wall. Warmth and JD’s masculine scent enveloped her as his hard body fitted against her soft curves. It was a glorious fit. His body caged hers and his fingers tangled in her hair, holding her in place.

“I’m starved.” His voice rumbled close to her ear. “For you.” Then his lips, soft yet firm, brushed along her jaw, moving slowly toward her mouth. She could have ducked or turned her head away. Longing for his kiss, she did neither. At the first touch of his lips to hers, Rissa spontaneously combusted. Fire raced across her skin and her blood turned to molten lava. From head to toe she burned and her toes curled into the carpet.

Dios, she might need that fire extinguisher to put out the flames.

He claimed her mouth in a scorching hot kiss and her lips opened wide, inviting him inside. JD accepted her summons. His tongue thrust into her mouth, slid against hers and she moaned as his bold and sweet taste washed over her like warm, delicious honey. Without conscious thought, her arms wrapped around his neck and she clung to him.

JD took over, exploring her mouth with his tongue, drinking down her needy moans and whimpers. Her breasts were crushed against his chest and everywhere they touched, from shoulder to knee, his body heat left a wake of desire licking at her skin.

She had never been so thoroughly and completely kissed. And if the shudders that shook his body were any indication, she wasn’t alone. Their kiss had the same potent effect on him.

The heady mating of their mouths ended way too soon. Resting his forehead against hers, JD stared into her eyes as they both struggled to find solid footing. Her body hummed with desire, aching and ready for more. She wanted so much more.

“Damn, baby,” he panted. “You’re burning me alive.”

Burning him? He’s the one who started the inferno. He damn well needed to do something other than stare at her. Preferably something involving the long, thick erection that had left its impression branded over her abdomen.

“Now that we have the first kiss out of the way, we can relax and enjoy breakfast.”