Good morning and happy Thursday, all!
I’m so excited to be here today and share snippets. This one comes from A PERFECT ARRANGEMENT. This is the sequel to Two Mr. Rights and is the 2nd book in the Redemption Cove series. It’s a contemporary menage.
Here’s the blurb:
When life’s a bitch, slap her back.
Mackenzie Andrews is having a bad day. She’s lost her job at a Chicago interior design firm, her roommate kicked her out in favor of a fiancé’s company and now her sports car is in a snowy ditch in the middle of nowhere.
Lucas Brown, a victim of the financial sector collapse, has turned to carpentry for a living, but his favorite hobby is trying to “fix” people. Grounded by an unwavering sense of optimism, when he meets Mackenzie, he starts to think of a future, which means telling his ex to take a permanent hike.
Dirk Jennings has seen too many horrible things in life—first in Afghanistan then as an EMT on the mean streets of Chicago. He’s not a touchy-feely guy, but after rescuing Mackenzie from her snowy wreck, he wouldn’t mind an occasional round of sex.
While the town of Redemption Cove caters to the ménage a trois lifestyle, the three lost souls thrown together by circumstance aren’t sure such a situation will work, but none of them can deny the desire and need swirling between them. With a little understanding they might just stumble upon a perfect arrangement.
Excerpt: Three slices of everything pizza and two beers later, Mackenzie sighed and stretched out her legs. She’d chosen to sit on the floor while the guys occupied a sofa and recliner respectively. “I can’t tell you how long it’s been since I let myself gorge on pizza.” It had been wonderful. For once she didn’t worry about the calorie count of a meal. Hell, for the first time in a long while her dinner hadn’t come straight from the freezer by way of the microwave—and alone. Both of the guys finished off a pie loaded with meat plus part of her pizza, and for Lucas’s part, he’d kept up a steady stream of conversation about current news events and the recently passed holidays—nice nonthreatening topics that didn’t touch on personal subjects. And through it all, both of them had parked their gazes on her legs at one time or another.
I love it when I’m the object of attention, and thank God I got my legs waxed recently.
“Women should be happy in the skin they’re in instead of always worrying about losing a few pounds.” Dirk kicked back in the recliner, his sock-covered feet on the footrest, yet his body seemed on edge as if he couldn’t relax. Was he a former military man, always on alert?
“Is that a hint, Dirk?” Mackenzie tossed a paper napkin onto her plate. She’d never been slim or even skinny, but she didn’t think she looked tragic. I’m damn hot and rocking my size-eight slacks. “You don’t like how I look?” Though she said it with a blatant tease in her voice, she narrowed her eyes. What type of woman would trip his trigger?
He glared at her from between his feet. “Nope. From where I sit, there’s nothing wrong with you.”
Lucas snickered. “Excuse him. He’s always grouchy after dinner. I dare you to go rub his belly.” He nodded as he knocked back the contents of his beer bottle.
“Why, will he bite?” Mackenzie rocked to her knees. The way Dirk lay sprawled in the chair with his arms over his head and the hem of his T-shirt riding up slightly, revealing a set of flat abs, had her pulse racing. What did he do to keep fit? He had the sort of flat belly women would pay good money to lick ice cream from.
“Don’t know. No one ever takes me up on the dare.” Lucas waggled his eyebrows. He resembled a demented musician instead of a carpenter. “Although I’d be happy to let you rub my tummy.”
Mackenzie focused on Lucas with great effort. It was as if she were a little kid in a bakery, not knowing which sweet treat to choose. “Tempting.” I need a distraction, or I’ll end up in one of these guys’ laps. She ran a hand along the polished surface of the coffee table. Not that it would be such a bad thing. They were both sexy. “I can’t get over this furniture.”
“Yeah, Lucas does great work, but I lay a badass hardwood floor.” Dirk set himself upright, slamming the recliner closed. “If you’re interested, I’ll be putting down flooring later this week.”
“Ah, that’s good because I’ve always been a sucker for men who are good with their hands.” At the last second, she stopped her eye roll. Where had the cheesy line come from? Surely it wasn’t the beer. In any given night out, she could drink more than that and only come out of the bars tipsy. Must be the company.
“Interesting.” Lucas drew the word out as if he were a dramatic Victorian-era actor. He just lacked a handlebar mustache. “I wouldn’t mind showing you what else I can do with my hands…in the bedroom.” He stood, gathering plates as he went. “You know, if you wanted to goof around. No pressure or anything. It’s okay if you say no.”
Mackenzie looked at the playful expectation in Lucas’s expression, then studied Dirk’s inscrutable face before returning to her contemplation of Lucas. Hooking up with either of them wouldn’t be any different than getting together with a guy she met at a bar or club. Man, I haven’t done that for a while. What if I’m out of practice? She shrugged. “What the hell? I’ve got food in my belly, my car will be in the shop tomorrow morning, and I might have a potential job on the line, so I’m feeling generous. I’ll suck off the first guy to accept my offer.”
The men exchanged glances. Dirk dropped his gaze. He launched himself from the recliner.
I didn’t think it would be him… Mackenzie sucked in a breath when Dirk didn’t approach her. Oh, my bad. Instead, he silently took the dishes from Lucas, gathered the remaining plates from the table, and disappeared into the kitchen. Once banging commenced from that room, she suspected he wouldn’t return.
“Okay. I guess I’ve offended him.” What went on in Dirk’s head? Why did his eyes hold such shadows, and what would it take for him to release them?
“Don’t take it personally.” Lucas rounded the coffee table and paused in front of her. “He’s got issues with people in general.
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Good afternoon folks! Hope your Thursday is treating you kindly.
How about a hint of pirates to liven up the afternoon? This blurb and excerpt comes from ANGEL’S MASTER. It’s a re-release of a reader’s favorite and will come out on February 12th.
Blurb: The year is 1822 and life on the high seas just became more complicated for Ethan Williams. He’s a pirate with a conscience, and even though killing and plundering are his way of life, he’s searching for much more—and he’s tired of being alone.
Jacqueline Massey is connected with the American Navy. It’s her job to trick men into revealing they are indeed pirates. The guilt she feels about sending them to their doom is equaled only by her longing to be loved. But Jacqueline has never felt at ease around those she calls her family. She dreams of the sea and of the mysterious pirate, but how is her fate intertwined with his?
Can destiny bring together a pirate and an angel during the season of miracles, or will a watery death by Davy Jones locker drown their love?
Excerpt: Jacqueline pasted a false smile on her lips. “Good evening, stranger. Can I bring you a meal and maybe some rum to wash it down?” Her heartbeat accelerated as she waited for him to speak.
“God, no rum. I’m sick of the stuff.” A tanned hand lifted a ratty tri-corn hat from a shaggy mop of black hair. He laid the hat on the table, and raised eyes so dark and hard they could pass as onyx. “I’d like a cup of tea, if it’s not too much bother.” A slow grin tilted the corners of his sensual lips upward but didn’t reveal his teeth. “And I wouldn’t say no to a nice ham steak with some potatoes maybe, and local fruit. It has been a long time since I’ve tasted pork or anything fresh, for that matter.” The smooth sound of his English-accented voice and choice of words revealed his probable occupation.
“It’ll be a few minutes.” She openly studied him. His sun kissed skin, easy charm, and the comment about fresh food denoted him as a pirate as if he’d waved his hands and shouted it from the rooftop, but the absence of a beard or any other form of stubble on his smooth chin had her wondering. He did not look like an ordinary sea man. “Will there be anything else?” Her gaze fell on the large, square ruby that winked under the candlelight on his left pinky finger.
Definitely a pirate with riches to flaunt.
“Not unless you’d like to keep a lonely man company in this season of miracles.” His baritone voice wrapped languidly around her and brushed along her skin in a light caress that had gooseflesh racing over her skin and heat forming in her insides. “Being far from home at this time of year is always a trial.”
“I can sympathize.” Jacqueline sighed as she remembered her previous life in the glamorous, glittering society of New York City. “Let me convey your order to the cook and bring your tea. I can spare you a few minutes then.” She turned away when a flush warmed her cheeks. For one insane moment she was glad for the revealing bodice of her unadorned brown wool dress. Plainer than her usual gowns, it was necessary for working the bar, and showed her figure in the best light—prime garb for attracting criminals. Would she please the pirate enough that he’d take her in his arms for a quick embrace? Just as quickly, she banished the thought. Nothing would come of a chance meeting with the pirate. He’d eat his dinner and either return to wherever he came, or Alexander would lead him away in chains.
She shuddered as an image of the handsome man hanging from the gallows swam into her mind’s eye. Jacqueline hoped he was too clever to be caught, and that Alexander was too slow for pursuit.
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Good morning, all! I’m excited to be here and share excerpts from books I have releasing this month
First up, I’m sharing a snippet from recently released short story SWEETER THAN SUGAR. It’s an erotic contemporary that features the naughty bad boy Chef Kyle. You might remember him from my short story BUTTERCREAMED in the Hooked Up at the Wedding anthology from last summer.
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Here’s the blurb:
Kyle Morrison, cake baker extraordinaire, has entered a cake decorating competition—a prize check and a cable show are just some of what’s riding on the first place spot. Despite being in the happiest place on earth, Kyle can’t shake memories of Paige Renfield, the woman who’d rocked his world after a wedding reception hook-up then subsequently dumped him. When she crashes Kyle’s celebratory dinner with shadows, need and something else in her eyes, his world tilts once again.
Can a night of sweet talking and hot sex lead to a permanent relationship? If the chef has his way, it will. He’ll definitely never look at candy the same way again.
Excerpt (rating R for adult themes, language and content)
His jaw dropped. His stomach bottomed out. His cock jumped. Cold tremors played down his spine at hearing that throaty voice. “Paige?” He couldn’t move, couldn’t remember how to breathe in her presence. Instead, he raked his gaze over her face.
She’d cut her hair. Instead of long, silken strands, it now swung and bounced to her chin in one of those bob-things she’d always babbled about when they’d been together. A blue tank dress showed off her tanned skin and brightened her brown eyes while a few strands of gold beads drew his attention to her tits.
Damn, she looks great. His mouth watered as he remembered how her velvety nipples felt on his tongue. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Paige picked up a spoon and cut into the cake. “I had some vacation time coming to me.”
“And?” He thought he’d have a heart attack when she slipped the bite of cake into her mouth, chewed, swallowed then slowly licked the remainder from the spoon.
Her necklaces tinkled with her shrug. “I caught a blurb online that you’d be competing in the sugar challenge, so I booked a trip. This has always been a favorite vacation spot of mine.” She laid down her spoon and pinned him with a smoldering look—the kind he’d been helpless to resist when he’d first met her at that wedding.
Crap. The feelings he thought he’d locked away so well came hurtling back and mocked him—how awesome it had been having sex with her that first time, how good it had been tooling around town with her on the weekends, at dinner, or showing her off to his friends at the bakery, and how blindsided he’d been when she said it’d been fun but wouldn’t last.
He shoved all of that away. If she couldn’t have been bothered, neither could he. “How’d you know I’d be here, at this restaurant?”
“I figured since this is the competition hotel and you’d be tired afterward, you’d try for a spot here. Besides, it’s one of the best, and you wouldn’t lower yourself to go somewhere else.”
The comment burned. “Clever.”
She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I needed to see you.”
“Yeah, too bad.” I don’t give a rat’s ass. Kyle pushed his chair back from the table. “You didn’t want me a few months ago. What makes you think you can score this time around?” He didn’t want to care, didn’t want to talk with her again, yet here she was and he had to deal.
Her carefully made-up face crumpled beneath a mask of confusion. “I don’t want to score. I don’t want to hook-up.” She licked her bottom lip and the slick gloss clinging to it.
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Sorry to be so absent today. The work load has been ghastly.
Just wanted to let you all know that my next erotic Regency story (the second Scandal in Surrey novel) releases on the 18th of this month–next Tuesday! So here’s the blurb:
She wants a dashing, courageous man…Vanessa Underhill is on the run from her fifth would-be groom. She doesn’t care for any of the men her father has picked–none engaged her mentally or physically. Hunger for a man who will stir her imagination fires her virginal fantasies.
He wants understanding… When he’s bored with his role as Viscount Blackpool, Collin Northington becomes a highwayman to gain anonymity and solace. With his face scarred fulfilling his military duty in India, he hides behind the brigand mask and persona. What he really desires is a woman who will look beyond outward appearances and take a chance.
If only for one night… In lieu of payment, Collin kidnaps Vanessa from the northern-bound stage. The more time they spend together—and in each other’s arms—the more they find they have in common beyond heated desire. When Collin delivers an impromptu marriage proposal, Vanessa unmasks more than his scarred face, but will his true identity and her penchant for fleeing grooms ruin what could very well be love?
Opportunity threw them together but circumstances might tear them apart.
“Excuse me, sir, but have you a weapon? If so, perhaps showing it would persuade my travel companions to move more quickly.”
“I beg your pardon?” His question rang with incredulity.
She stifled the urge to shiver with pleasure. Did the highwayman’s voice affect the other woman in the same manner? Vanessa slid a glance to the younger woman. No, she still cowered against the seat. Is it the thrill of being robbed that plays havoc with my insides?
“While I dearly want to follow your order, I cannot access the doorway until this gentleman moves, and obviously, he’s not prepossessed of any sort of gumption to do so without incentive.” She only wanted out of the vehicle so she could get a look at the ruffian. Did his physical appearance match the authority in his voice? Her face heated.
A rich chuckle came from the highwayman. “I do indeed possess a pistol as well as a dagger. If need be, I throw a tight right hook.” He stuck his head into the coach, but the gathering twilight as well as his mask and a worn, low-crowned hat hid his face from view. “Which of you spoke?”
The words echoed with culture not in keeping with the picture she’d envisioned from such a criminal. What sort of man chose thievery as a profession? What drove him to such desperation? Vanessa waved a hand. “I did, but if you’re hoping to gain valuable trinkets from me, I’m afraid I have none. I… I left rather suddenly.” She cursed her lack of preparedness as she traced her pitifully thin reticule on the seat.
“That is quite all right. There are other things of value you might possess. Fortunately, I know exactly how to make that assessment.”
What did he mean? What secret wealth could she possess? Surely she had nothing of value a highwayman could want. Flutters tickled her belly. No man of her acquaintance had provoked such a reaction, so why now, did an unknown one, and a criminal at that, make her want to discover his secrets and hers?
He jutted a strong chin toward the man who still stood in the aisle. “This is your lucky day, sir. I’m letting you and your ladybird go without molestation.”
The man reclaimed the seat next to his wife. “What of her?” He pointed to Vanessa.
She shot him a glare, though she doubted he saw it, and her estimation of men sank another notch. Whatever happened to standing up for a woman’s honor on principle?
“That is not for you to know, but if I were you, I’d thank her until your dying day that I spared your life.” The highwayman extended a hand. “Let me help you out, miss.”
The next moments ticked by in pregnant silence. She could remain inside and stay safe for a while, or she could go outside into unknown danger and ruin. This was her choice, a step onto a new path. A slow smile parted her lips. It was time to live for herself, to discover who she was outside of her parents’ wishes and home, and damn the consequences. If Papa couldn’t choose a decent man for her, and she’d already proclaimed most dim-witted and uninteresting, maybe she needed an indecent one. She suspected the highwayman could do nicely.
“Thank you, sir.” She slipped her hand into his. The instant his gloved fingers closed around hers, warmth ebbed upward to her elbow. Heat continued to bloom when she moved to the door and he placed his hands on her waist before lifting her out. For one breath-stealing moment, she was crushed against the hard wall of his chest. “Oh my.” She slid her hands over the wide breadth of his shoulders and past a scarlet waistcoat decorated with black embroidery then her feet found purchase on the road and he released her.
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Hello, all. It must really be the busiest season of the year because I just now remembered I’m supposed to be here at the release party LOL And I haven’t even been involved in holiday type stuff today.
In any event, let me tell you about my latest romance PERFECT HOMECOMING. Because I can’t manage to tear myself away from writing holiday romances, I wanted this year’s story to be different. Why not make it set on a space station with a female heroine who has tentacles–when she allows herself to take her true alien form? This is a cute, fluffy sci-fi romance with an “aww shucks” sort of hunky hero.
Here’s the blurb:
Andrew Grabel is a Lieutenant Colonel in the United States Air and Space Force. It’s tradition for his family, so is never being home for Christmas. Though he longs to celebrate the holiday with all its feel good nostalgia, the reality of space travel doesn’t make that possible. Neither does an R & R stint on a far-flung space station since Christmas is unique to Earthlings.
Mira Nisirian is on Epsilon station for one reason only—to steal anything of value then get out for her next destination. She’s a thief and a criminal, and though she might dream of fitting in with Earth people and their culture, nothing can erase her Neptune origins or her real alien form. Choosing Andrew as her first victim is her first mistake…
…falling for him is the next. What’s more, Andrew’s constant talk of Christmas fascinates Mira. She covets the home she sees in his eyes. Andrew’s future outlook is shaken as he finds himself trying to convince her the Earth holiday is a state of mind, but Mira’s compulsion to share her truth might damage their budding relationship.
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