Thanks to all who came out to the party. My winner was Veronique, and she selected a copy of Hidden Fire as her prize.
Congratulations to Veronique C., winner of a copy of Underground: Special Teams.
Thanks to everyone who came out to spend Saturday at the release party!
Dane Blaise from The Beachcombers is my new favorite. Here’s the excerpt where we meet Dane:
Dane Blaise leaned against the wall outside the terminal of the tiny airport in Edgartown on the tiny island of Martha’s Vineyard. It had been his corner of paradise every summer for years and, this summer, a much-needed respite from the world at large. Until today.
He played with the pack of cigarettes he’d purchased for effect. He wore his only button-down shirt—a white linen deal with the long sleeves rolled up so he didn’t have to bother buttoning the cuffs.
The sun blazed. This was a far cry from the drink on the terrace at the Haven Cafe he’d planned with a certain lady he’d met the day before. At the very least, he should be on the beach where he belonged, resting his soul between assignments. But then he supposed he was no longer between assignments. They had him the second he agreed to volunteer as a judge for the so-called American Invitational Surfing Competition.
He watched the low-wing prop plane land and circle around the runway toward the building. But he wasn’t the only one watching.
A tall lean striking man in a pale lemon linen suit—seemed linen was in fashion today—strolled outside and smoked a cigar while he talked on his cell phone.
If Dane hadn’t been trained to notice these things, he wouldn’t have noticed the way the well-dressed man watched the plane not too closely, especially once the door popped open and the passengers began disembarking. An airport employee came through the terminal building door out onto the cement pad where they stood and headed toward the plane, but the man in the tan uniform stopped dead and looked stunned. A quick glance at the lemon-suited man told Dane he’d stopped everything and stared too. Dane turned back to the plane to see why.
A long-legged, shapely woman with billowing sun-bleached hair and wearing a tropical flowered halter sundress and strappy ruby stilettos stepped down from the plane onto the tarmac. If Dane were the kind of man who let out wolf whistles at such visions, Ms. Knockout would qualify. But so far in his life, he’d found it easy to control such impulses in favor of steady yet stealthy stares.
The lemon-suited guy—likely the man Dane was looking for—asked the airport worker in a careless French accent, “Who is she?”
“Dunno. She’s something though.”
He was their man. How many slick French men could there be on the island? The three men watched a state police car pull up around the side of the terminal. A uniformed statie got out and went to meet the leggy blonde—his goddamn partner in this assignment.
“Why would she be meeting the state police captain? Do you think she’s law enforcement?” the French man asked the airport worker.
“I never seen a cop looked like that, but you never know.”
Dane jumped in before their cover went south.
“She’s no cop. She’s money and she needs security,” he said.
“And how would you know?” The lemon-suited man turned to him.
The airport worker interrupted. “She’s one of the surfers in the competition.” He pointed to the surfboard being off-loaded from the plane and continued walking that way with a smile.
Dane waited for the airport worker to get out of earshot. He gave the con a laser-eye look, then said, “She’s mine.”
“Yours?” The man smiled affably and moved closer. “Your what? Niece?”
Ouch. That stung low in his gut. But this man wasn’t much younger than he, if at all. He stared at the man without speaking.
“Who is she?” the lemon-suited man pressed.
Dane lifted himself from against the wall and made to walk back through the terminal but turned to speak over his shoulder. “I don’t know who she is, but I’m going to find out. You stay away from her.” He stared at the man until he was sure his message was received.
Windswept Danger is the 6th book in my Blackthorne, Inc. romantic suspense series. If you missed my earlier posts, you can find the first one here the second one here, the third one here and the fourth here.
You can also read the first chapter here.
Olivia stopped dead when she saw Hotshot standing in the middle of the living room, his back to her. Lean—maybe a little too lean. Broad shoulders, narrow hips. Well-muscled calves. Tight buns in his gym shorts. She’d seen enough bodies in her line of work. None socked her in the gut like this one.
You’re wrapping his ribs. There’s nothing erotic about doing your job.Yeah, tell that to the nipples tightening beneath her bra, and the tingling below her belly.
And what was wrong about taking advantage of the view? She strolled around to face him. “Where does it hurt?”
Did his lips twitch before he answered?
“I wouldn’t call it hurting. Sore when I move wrong, is all.”
Unable to resist, she placed her fingertips across his pectorals. Ran them down his chest, along his six-pack, rubbing gently, feeling his musculature. He hissed, a sharp intake of breath.
“Did that hurt?” she asked, jerking her hands away.
“No.” His gaze was fixed straight ahead, as if he were concentrating.
She continued her exploration, trying to ignore her own response and enjoy it at the same time. After the ice cream fiasco, there was no point pretending nothing had happened between them. They hadn’t decided how to deal with it yet, was all.
She traced several small scars on his abdomen. Pink, not red, but not faded to white, either. Neat lines, leftovers from surgical incisions. Laparoscopic, almost certainly. Fairly recent. “What are these from?”
“Surgery,” he said, his voice taut.
“I figured that. You going to tell me, or make me guess?”
His hands covered hers, removed them from his belly, but didn’t let them go. “Splenectomy.”
Yes, she remembered seeing that on his medical charts, but hadn’t paid much attention at the time, figuring his records had been exaggerated and fabricated, and she’d never bothered to ask what was real and what wasn’t.
“Any residual tenderness?”
He shook his head. “Not from the surgery.”
She could see him shutting down. Men. Always in control. No admitting emotions, no admitting pain. Denying nightmares. She extracted her hands from his, and went for the bandage. Then shifted to her Nurse Livvy tone. “Arms above your head, please.”
All that did was call attention to his six-pack. Short of playing a Maypole dancer, there was no way to avoid standing close as she wrapped the elastic around his midsection. She ignored the rising temptation to turn the process into an embrace. From her heart-thumping, nipple-tightening response, she might as well have.
After she bound him, he took her hands again. Brought them to his lips. Brushed her knuckles, one by one.
“I’m a lousy patient,” he whispered.
Had he noticed her response? “I’ve had worse.” She tilted her head, let those bold blue eyes fill her with a heat unlike any she’d felt before.
His head bowed lower. He released her hands.
She placed them on the back of his head. Kneaded his neck. Memories of being under the porch returned, but this—this felt nothing like that. Even the ice cream kiss seemed insignificant. A quick, tension-easing lapse.
His lips touched hers. Tenderly. Tentatively. And right now, for whatever reason—and reason was about as far away as anything could be right now—she didn’t want tender or tentative. She pulled his head closer. Threaded her fingers in his hair. Parted her lips. Demanded him. Her tongue sought his. His was there, hot, probing. Matching her demands. Heat pooled between her legs. His hands cupped her buttocks. Pressed her against him. Not hiding his arousal. So it was real for him, too.
In the distance—but not distant enough—a phone rang. Hotshot’s bedroom. Shit. They were working. She broke the kiss. Any calls were likely to be important. “It’s yours.”
He sucked air. “Phone. Right.” When he disappeared into the bedroom, she wandered to the patio door. What the hell had she done? And, what was worse, why didn’t she feel like it was wrong?
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A willing slave to possession, punishment, pleasure…
Dreams of a manor where submission and dominance once ruled draws Faith to hypnotherapist Colin Danes. Potently virile, he looks remarkably like her most cherished master from a past life. Desire smolders in his eyes, proving he’s never forgotten her.
Their carnal dance continues in the present and leads to their past when she was known as Eve. Through hypnotherapy, Colin brings her back to the Victorian era, a hidden estate where she eagerly submits to whatever he and her other noble masters crave. The exquisite discipline of the strap. Being bid on and mounted each night. Displayed and used for the enjoyment of all.
Most will take her. One will try to imprison her. Only he will be her true master in that life and this.
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As promised, here’s an adult excerpt of Underground: Special Teams.
When Hunter Simms goes undercover at an underground BDSM party, the last thing he expects to see is SWAT’s leading shooter Keifer Magnessen bound, gagged, plugged and very naked. He is immediately drawn to Keifer, and wants to get to know his fellow cop better. Much better.
With such a high stress job, Keifer needs to give up control on his down time in order to decompress, but it’s a secret he holds close to his vest. So, when Hunter walks into his chosen place to submit, he tries to cut and run. Lucky for him, Hunter is shrewd, persistent and quite possibly just the Dom that Keifer needs.
Can these two strong men find a way to make their personal lives mesh?
This will be available on September 17 at Torquere Press and other distributors.
Keifer led him to a room that in most homes would be the living room. This wasn’t a bachelor pad, though. It was a training salle. Keifer was clearly all about work and making himself fit for it. No wonder he needed the outlet BDSM gave him.
They got down to it, Hunter finding himself distracted a fair bit by Keifer’s amazing little body. Keifer hit the floor, pumping out one push up after another, like a machine. Hunter did some sit ups. He was in good shape, but Keifer made him look like a slacker.
It was unnatural, the way the man worked — it felt like abuse, somehow. Like violence. Hunter didn’t even try to keep up, just did his own thing at his own pace.
Keifer started the sit ups next, rolling up, tanned skin turning bright red. Christ, look at that. Hunter wanted to bury himself in there. He hoped like hell Keifer would be amenable to at least a trial run as his sub. If not, he would just have to convince the man.
When Keifer grabbed the pull-up bar and started doing leg lifts, Hunt considered just dying of pure need. This noise came out of him, his prick pushing hard at his underwear.
“You okay, man?”
He debated for half a second, then decided there was no reason to hide his reaction to Keifer. “Yeah, just really fucking turned on.”
Keifer chuckled softly. “Perv.”
“You would be, too, if you saw the view from where I’m sitting.”
Keif dangled, swaying from the bar. “Not in bad shape, hrm?”
“You’re a fucking stud and you know it.”
“Yeah. I work hard.” Keifer eased himself down onto his feet, skin glistening.
“Well, it’s sexy as hell.” Standing, he went to Keifer and touched the tempting skin.
The tiny nipples were a bit bruised from the clamps from last night, still swollen. Hunter slid his fingers over them; they were hotter than the rest of Keifer’s skin.
“No touching.” Keif’s reactions didn’t match the words, though.
“How are we going to achieve the orgasms portion of the plan without touching?” He dragged his fingers down over Keif’s magnificent abs.
He watched as Keif arched, eyes closing. “Who said we were sharing?”
That one was easy. “Your body. Just now.”
“Paying attention,” muttered Keif.
Like Hunter was having to work at that. “To every move you make.”
Hunt stepped forward, his bare belly touching Keif’s. Oh, hot. Groaning, he put his fingers beneath Keif’s chin and tilted it, taking a kiss. He didn’t bother to ask it Keif kissed or not, because, goddamn it, this man deserved kisses.
His lips pressed against Keif’s, his tongue pushing in, demanding to be let in. It surprised him when Keif kissed him back, fought for control of their kiss. He didn’t let Keif take it, though, his tongue pushing into Keif’s mouth. Keif tasted of mint and salt and a hint of desperation.
Sliding his hand down, Hunter grabbed Keif’s ass. Keifer reached between them, dragging Hunter’s tightie-whities down with a jerk. He returned the favor, tugging down Keif’s sweats, and their cocks bounced, almost slapping together.
Hunter chuckled roughly. “Eager.”
“I meant both of us, Keif.”
The little hint of surprise that flashed through Keif’s eyes proved his words hit home.
Bringing their mouths back together, he kissed Keif again, rubbing their bodies. Keif whimpered softly, the sound of male hunger ringing out. Groaning, he grabbed hold of Keif’s tongue with his lips, sucking on it, and this time the whimpers filled his mouth.
Someone needed, big time. His fingers dug in, hard enough to leave bruises, and he pushed Keif back up to the wall.
Their bodies found a rhythm, strong and steady. The thump of Keif’s ass against the wall was addictive. Keifer was making him work for it, fighting every second almost happily. Hunt fought back, though, keeping in control and giving them both what they needed.
He bit Keifer’s bottom lip, tugging it hard. His hips slammed them together at the same time, and he pinched at one sensitized nipple. Keif’s eyes went wide, the look fiery. Oh, yeah.
My Fiction Nook ~ 4 Stars
This was so insanely cute, I can barely stand it. … and contains lots of feels, steam, and wicked fun.
We Like it Big Book Blog ~ 4 Stars
The way they came together was nice. The sex they had was hot. They were like night & day…The saying opposites attract… and I would say that totally applies to Jared and Lucas… It worked. They made a cute couple.
HEA Bookshelf ~ 4.5 Stars
I absolutely loved Jared and Lucas!!! If you’re in the mood for a short, loving, and hot romance, one-click McFarland’s Farm.
Queer Town Abbey
This is a charming piece of romance …What I like about this story is that it is a realistic tale. …we are reminded that happiness belongs to us….A great read! … a quick, heart-warming tale that will make you want to fall in love all over again.
You’ll see me, but you won’t know me.
Guiding a canoe party through the Maine wilderness is more than just a job for former Major-Leaguer Sam Kincaid. After hitting rock-bottom, he needs to prove he can pull himself out of the bottle and succeed at something. He can’t let himself be distracted by an ambitious, obsessed female, even if she’s sexy, witty and smart.
Investigative journalist and confirmed urbanite Annie Wylde embarks on the canoe trip to keep a promise to her murdered friend. She intends to use the outing to study her notes on the notorious killer called the Hunter. She banters with Sam but rebuffs his advances, considering him just another egotistical jock.
But when Annie realizes the killer has followed her into the woods, she learns there’s more to Sam than testosterone and dimples. And Sam faces the challenge of his life to keep Annie safe and defeat the Hunter.
The end of a curse hides behind a riddle—and the final clue in the heart of a woman.
Grey Coyote stands on the knife edge of desperation. An ancient curse dooms his people to a half-life in the mists, neither living nor dead—unless he can solve a deceptively simple riddle. As time runs short, he’s sure the answer lies in beating a white trapper in a game of chance.
Among the trapper’s possessions, though, is a prize he never expected. A golden-haired woman as beautiful, delicate and stubborn as a prairie rose.
One moment Marietta Welsford is wondering how long it will take her hired guide to finish his game so she can hurry home to Rosemead, the English estate to which she hopes to lay claim. The next, she is abandoned with a man whose magnetism tugs at her body and soul, and makes her heart out-thunder the storm.
With so little time to lift the enchantment, Grey Coyote at first views Marietta as a trickster-sent distraction. But as sure as the star that guides him, it soon becomes clear she is the clue that could ultimately free his people…and capture his heart.
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