Friday, 30 November 2012

Best. Day. Ever.

This afternoon I received an email from my editor with the contract for Never Say Never, Book 2 in the Price of Fame Series! I was so excited I printed it off, scanned it in and whipped it back in record time. Seriously. Fifteen minutes had yet to pass from receiving the email and it was in an envelope, addressed and ready to be posted. Yup, I’m a big kid. 
So, what’s it about? 
Book 1 in the series, The Monster of Fame (which, by the way, is now available at Coffee Time Romance and there’s 20% off!), is set on the reality singing competition Do You Have What it Takes? and the hero in Never Say Never is introduced as one of the judges. 
Never Say Never is Sander Chase’s story. He’s the blond muscly hunk who Anna’s friend Jess fancies, though he doesn’t have time to date. But it comes to a point when he needs a fake date and Chloe Butler is perfect for the job. She doesn’t swoon over him, and she’s pretty enough that he doesn’t need to feign attraction. 
There’s no blurb yet, but when I whip something up I’ll share. Promise. In the meantime, I used Never Say Never on The Next Big Thing blog hop. You can see the post here
Another reason for it being the best day ever is that my internet’s up and running. After nearly two weeks of depravity, I can finally get back online. Is it sick that I felt like I’d lost a limb without the world wide web? :D 
XOXO

Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Believe in Me, Part 5 #freeread #smokinhot

Here’s the final instalment of my story for the Holiday Kisses anthology. Warning. Adult content and smokin’ sex. 

Blurb
Leona Sharp and Ryan Lee have been friends forever, it seems. Although there’s an attraction between them, they've never acted on it. On New Year’s Eve, Leona finally allows herself to give into the temptation, but she vows that it will only be for one night and as soon as the clock strikes midnight they will put it in the past and go on as if it never happened. Ryan, however, has other plans…

* * * *
“I want this.” And because she wasn’t certain he did, she had to ask, “Don’t you?”
He studied her. Leo’s heart lodged in her throat. His expression softened, and something bright and new shined from his eyes. He trailed a finger down her jaw and circled her lips. “I’ve always wanted this.”
Her breath caught. Before she could recover, his lips were on hers. The contact sent a jolt of lust through her and muddied all rational thought. She wanted him naked, wanted to feast her eyes on his chest. Wanted to lick, nibble, and bite it.
Tugging at the corners, she ripped the popper buttons of his shirt apart, then her hands were on his sculpted abs. Rye broke the kiss and lay back against the sofa, studying her from hooded eyes. She took the chance to devour his body with her gaze. Masterpiece. The fire inside her flared. She needed more. Now. If there was a round two, she’d get to the tasting.
With impatient fingers, she undid his slacks and freed him from his trousers. His erection stood proud. She grabbed it.
“Leo, fuck.” Rye’s breath hissed out between his teeth as she slid her hand up and down his velvet skin.
Her panties soaked through and her core throbbed. She wanted him inside her, but the way his hands gripped her thighs gave her a sense of power. He was at her mercy and lost in what she was doing to him. The feeling emboldened her.
Rising on her knees, she positioned herself over his erection. Using her free hand, she pushed her thong to the side.
“Wait.” Rye grabbed her hips and held her firm. “Leo, you need—”
“I need you inside me, Rye. I’ve needed this for so long.”
With a hand in her hair, he pulled her head down and kissed her. The way his lips brushed against hers was soft, gentle, and almost loving. Leo felt a tear escape and roll down her cheek. She didn’t want to feel this way with him. After tonight, it would be hard enough to pretend they were still friends. But he’d said he wanted to give them a chance, maybe—
Rye stopped kissing her. “Condom.”
He dug his hand into his slacks and came up with a foil package. Too impatient to wait, Leo grabbed it, ripped it open, and sheathed him in record time. She was rewarded with a look that questioned her expert skills in the condom-fitting department.
Grinning, she said, “I’m good with my hands.” Pointing to her chest, she went on, “Beauty therapist.”
Rye returned the grin, relief clear in his crystal eyes. Grabbing her hips, he positioned her over his erection, then looked at her with a frown. “You sure, Leo?”
In answer, she pushed herself down onto him. Rye groaned. His lids fell to half-mast, but he never took his gaze off hers. The feel of him inside her was exquisite, and she froze for a second, savoring the fullness and clenching her muscles around him. His breathing sped.
Unable to hold off any longer, Leo ground her hips against him. He gripped her bottom and thrust up. The sensations zapping through her body were more intense than any she’d ever felt. She was as much at his mercy as he’d been at hers earlier, and there wasn’t a thing she’d change.
His foggy blue eyes held hers, but she couldn’t have looked away if she wanted to. Every feeling she ever had for him intensified and lit her body up like a bonfire. She pumped her hips onto him harder as she felt the tell-tale heat building in her pelvis.
Her orgasm kept building and her heart filled with emotion. She hadn’t expected this, hadn’t wanted to fall in love with him. But love burst through her body along with her flaming orgasm, and she bit her bottom lip hard to keep from screaming how she felt.
* * * *
Leo convulsed around him. He’d held on by the skin of his teeth, but his balls burned and his stomach cramped from holding back. He let go and his whole body stiffened as he shot everything he had inside her. She collapsed onto his chest, her breathing heavy and her forehead damp. Rye ran his hand through her hair, wondering how he got so lucky to meet someone as perfect as her.
He’d loved Leo for so long, and even though he told himself it was a sisterly love, he’d known exactly how wrong he’d been last week. Spending Christmas without her wasn’t something he wanted to do again. It felt like he’d left a part of himself back in London—the best part—and now that they were together, he wasn’t ever going to let go.
“That was…” Leo sat up suddenly. Her eyes widened. “This can’t happen again.”
She was off him and had straightened her dress before her words registered. He stood and buttoned his trousers. “What do you mean?”
She backed away from him. “I’m not a number, not another one of your conquests. I won’t ever be.”
She trembled and tears glittered in her jeweled eyes. Shit.
“Leo, you’re everything to me. Those other women meant nothing.”
She bit her lip.
He wanted to pull her into his arms. The glow of their lovemaking muddied his mind, but he tried to think around it. “I didn’t bring you here to make love to you.”
“Then why?” There it was again. Vulnerability and hope.
It gave him the courage to give her the present. “Because I love you.”
Tears spilled over and fell down her cheeks.
“I’ve loved you for so long, Leo. It just took being away from you last week to see it.” He pulled a box out of his trouser pocket and dropped down on one knee. “Tell me it’s not just me. Tell me you love me too.”
He held out the box. The countdown to the New Year sounded from the other room. Leo turned to the door as if she heard it too, tears still streaming down her face.
“I love you too,” she whispered.
“Marry me.” The clock struck twelve and screams and cheers erupted from the club. His heart was in his throat.
“How do I know…” She shook her head. Swallowed. “How do I know you won’t leave?”
“Believe in me, Leo. Believe in our love.”
She looked down at the box. He opened the lid. Anticipation and dread played havoc with his insides. His hands shook while she stared at the ring.
* * * *
Leo didn’t think she’d ever felt this happy. Rye, who she’d probably always been in love with, loved her back. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her and here she was gaping at the ring like an idiot.
“Yes.” There wasn’t any other answer. There never could be.
He scooped her up and kissed her lovingly. Leo kissed him back, showing him she felt the same.
Rye broke away first, gasping for breath. “Happy New Year, Mrs. Lee.”
Leo mock-punched his shoulder. “We’re not married yet.”
“Soon,” he promised. The word made her giddy with excitement. “Now I’m taking you home to make love to you properly.”
Leo couldn’t wait, for any of it. She grinned from ear to ear as he carried her out of the Med.
* * * * 

Make sure you pop over to Kaylie Newell’s Blog tomorrow for the final installment of her story, Winter Break. You can find Kaylie’s Blog here.
And Lacey Wolfe's also posting part of her story, The Gift Beneath The Tree, tomorrow. You can find her Blog here.
Well, that’s it from me folks. Be sure to check out the other babes’ stories. If you missed any don’t worry, the full Anthology, Holiday Kisses, will be available from Beachwalk Press and Amazon as a free download on 3rd December. Be sure and grab yourself a copy.
xoxo

Tuesday, 20 November 2012

Spotlight & Review - A Heart's Endeavor


I'm thrilled to have another fellow Beachwalk Babe on my blog today with her debut release, A Heart's Endeavor. Read on to find out more, read an excerpt watch the trailer and see my review! 


A Heart's Endeavor by Mary Wehr


There are times when it's best to allow your heart to overrule your head.

Being diagnosed with depression not only messed up Melanie Manning's life, but her marriage as well. Her husband made it very clear that he considered her "damaged goods" and he didn't have time to coddle a mentally ill wife. After his sudden death, Melanie knew she was destined to be alone. Loneliness sounded a hell of a lot better than exposing her illness to another man. Her self-esteem couldn't survive another blow.

When state trooper Jack Horan meets Melanie, the attraction is immediate. Her deep blue eyes make him weak in the knees, but those eyes also hold a hint of sadness. Jack is determined to wipe away her pain, but how can he do that when Melanie refuses to let him get close to her?

Can Melanie learn to face her fears and trust her heart in the hands of another man?

Content Warning: some strong language, spanking, and sex play with a piece of fruit wielded by a hot guy in uniform.


Excerpt:

Melanie poked her head under the table piled high with Kaiser rolls, paper plates, and plastic utensils. She swept the candy into a neat pile. There. That should be the last of them. She rested on her heels and arched her back. Geez, I'm getting too old for this.

A low hiss sounded from above and she twisted at the waist. The first thing she saw was a pair of black shoes spit-polished to a shine. Dark, charcoal gray slacks covered a pair of long legs. Her gaze continued upward and a gun came into view. Great, a state trooper. It would be her luck to meet one in this undignified position. If the poor guy had been standing there the entire time the upper half of her body was underneath the table then he sure as hell didn't get a view of her best side. Not that she had one.

Melanie recognized a flashlight and radio tucked in the utility belt hugging his lean waist. Other unfamiliar items were strapped to it too. The belt looked heavy enough to weigh a pound or more. How in the world did his pants stay in place if he had to hit the ground at a run? Her cheeks warmed. Of all the things that could've popped into her head, why did she always think of the most inane?

She purposely avoided looking at the impressive bulge peeking between his fingers. Oh, and what a bulge it was. Stop it, Mel. You're here to work and get your mind off your problems.

She tilted her head. Her heart skipped a beat. The man was gorgeous. Square jaw, firm lips, hawk-like nose, and forest green eyes framed by ridiculously long lashes mixed well with his short, black hair. A touch of gray at his temples sexed him up all the more. Powerful shoulders stretched the seams of a meticulously pressed light gray uniform shirt. The name tag pinned to the right of his broad chest read Horan. Her eyes rested on his face. Stone face. The noise she heard hadn't come from this guy.

Embarrassed to be caught in such an awkward position, and by a state trooper no less, Melanie scrambled to her feet. She hurried to the sink and washed her hands. She did her best to act the professional employee, but the pulse hammering at the base of her throat threatened to cut off her air supply. Her lips trembled and the palms of her hands grew moist with sweat.

"W-what can I get you, officer?" Way to go, now you're stuttering.

A dark brow arched, but he remained silent. She bit her bottom lip in consternation. Okay, not a talker. But how was she supposed to know what he wanted?

After a second or two had passed he said, "I'd like something hot."

Melanie blinked and her breath hitched. She wouldn't have minded being on the menu. He means food, you dolt. No way can you be considered hot. She tossed a dish towel over her shoulder and gestured toward the two crockpots on the table behind her. "Um, we have homemade chili and pulled pork barbecue, plus hoagies made to order." Her voice rose to a nervous pitch. Her first impulse was to run, but she stood there and waited for him to decide.

She shuffled her feet. Men in uniform always made her pulse leap. A leaping pulse she could deal with, but the throbbing between her legs threw her for a loop. As far as she was concerned that pulse just didn't…pulse anymore.





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My Review!

Mary has a very intriguing writing style that sucked me in from the first sentence on the page—as did Jack, the sexy state trooper who this story kicks off with. He’s everyone’s ideal man; a little bit alpha, a whole lot of sweet, drop dead gorgeous and creative between the sheets!

I really loved Melanie. She’s a real woman who has curves, but doesn’t dwell on that too much. Struggling to cope with depression and the emotional scars her deceased hubby left on her, the story kicks off with her getting her life back together and I for one admired her for this.

The romance—hot sex notwithstanding—is very sweet and Jack is just lovely when he finds out about her illness and more than willing to help her through. In my opinion, he’s the perfect hero. He wants to save Melanie, help her heal and get all kinky with her at the same time. Oh, and a trooper, or did I say that already! ;)

I really loved A Heart’s Endeavor and can’t wait for more from Mary Wehr!



About the Author:


Mary Wehr has always been an avid reader of romance novels and dreamed of someday writing one of her own. After years of dreaming about it, she finally did it.

She lives in northeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, pet dove, and guinea pig. She has one grown daughter.

Mary has a soft spot for animals and works part time at a doggie bakery, making treats for our four-legged friends. She’s a nature lover and when the weather is warm she can most often be found outdoors.

She'd love to hear from you. You can e-mail her at 
mkwehr@verizon.net

Monday, 19 November 2012

Release Day Giveaway! Forsaken Norse Wind by Ciara Lake



Happy release day to fellow Beachwalk Babe Ciara! Check out this fab excerpt and enter the Rafflecopter at the bottom for your chance to win!


Forsaken Norse Wind by Ciara Lake
Book 4 in the Forsaken Series



A troll, a mortal, and a love hot enough to melt ice
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Trapped in a vicious life, Breanna Devion survives only by the strength of her heart. Determined to have more than what her abusive stepfather has planned for her, she's willing to risk everything to be free.

Axel Venrick is a troll who has spent centuries alone, isolated in his castle in Iceland. At the insistence of others, Axel crafts the ultimate tool to find his soul mate. He creates a beautiful ring which is bespelled, blessed by a god, and sent forth to locate Axel's other half.

The ring finds Breanna just in time to prevent her stepfather's disastrous plan from taking place. But angry gods, vengeful parents, and an evil lurking in the immortal world all conspire to destroy the love of the jaded troll and his innocent mortal. Can their love free them or will the evil spreading from the bowels of the earth destroy them first?

Content Warning: graphic sex, some violence



Excerpt:

"How can you be a troll? They don't really exist." Breanna shook her head. "You're too handsome. At least now you're handsome. You're like a warrior and very clever. That's not a troll."

"So you've heard stories of trolls, and you believe these stories are true? Yet you think trolls are fiction?" He chuckled. "That's not consistent logic."

"Yes." She nodded. "I mean, no." She shook her head, confused. "I don't know. Sometimes, it's hard to know what's real."

"Well, there are trolls. I'm testament to that. I am a master craftsman, an artisan among the troll peoples. Axel Venrick at your service." He bowed, then took her hand. She did not resist. He kissed the back of it, and heat rushed to her face. From where his lips touched her hand, a powerful sensation traveled through her, much like the ring's effect.

"Good day, Axel Venrick." She curtsied, her heart pounding in her chest. She was not afraid. Instead, she felt enamored. "It's been an experience meeting you." She'd never been close to a handsome man. Not only was he handsome, he was powerful. She liked his power. She knew she should be fearful of him, but she yearned for the excitement he brought. Waves of reassurance seemed to vibrate from her ring, relaxing her, helping her trust him.

"I'm not always as you just witnessed, it's only when I allow myself to transform to frighten others or to serve whatever purpose I need. But most think trolls to be ugly and monstrous. It's what they remember. Plus, I'm hardly dim-witted." He grinned. "I like to think I'm rather clever. Those tales you've heard are only tales. All tales have bits of truth mixed with fiction. They've been made and spread by humans. Humans are often inaccurate."

"Trolls are mean," she challenged. "Right?"

"Yes, at times. Humans are as well. All beings can be mean. Look at Hugh. He's a monster, just not a very powerful one."

"Yes, he is." She played with the rose Axel had given her. It smelled wonderful on this winter's day.

"I don't deny trolls are selfish, territorial, predatory, and scheming, or at least we can be. Doesn't it sound like Hugh?"

"Yes." She nodded. "You admit those things about trolls?"

"Would you wish me to lie? I'm not a saint or even close. As I said, the tales are mixed with truth and fiction. Trolls do have a reputation for being unpleasant at times. I can be unpleasant if need be."

"You can be unpleasant? I don’t believe it," she teased him, grinning.

"What's your name, lass? I like your quick wit." He smiled down at her.

"Breanna Devion."

"Lovely name. It's a great pleasure to have found you, Breanna Devion." Again, he bowed at the waist. "You're lovely beyond words. I can tell you have a tender heart. May I come in to visit more with you? Will you serve me a drink at your table? I wish to know you, and I want to answer all questions you may have."

She studied him for several moments. "I don't know." She backed further into the house, the door still open, just looking at him.

"Breanna, if I intended to harm you, I would have done it by now. This door cannot stop me. You've seen my power. I intend you no harm. I wish only to bring you pleasure, to keep you safe. I've looked for you especially. My heart as well as my body has been lonely." At his words, her heart raced more.

"Go wait out there." She pointed out into the yard a distance from the house. "I need to think. You make me…nervous."

"Out there?" He nodded to where she'd pointed.

"Yes, I'll think about it. Your closeness confuses me." She stepped forward and closed the door.

"Breanna. Breanna Devion, open your door to me."

"I said I want to think about it," she yelled through the door. "If you are as you say, you will wait."




About the Author:

Reading and writing is a wonderful diversion from an often-difficult world. I love to create my own stories and have control over how things will end. It's exciting to create brand new worlds and characters. My imagination can come alive.
In sci-fi, fantasy, and paranormal stories, I can invent wonderful places and people. Anything is possible in these genres, it's limitless. I'm able to create an escape into a special world filled with unique and fantastic things and there is always a happy ending.
A high school teacher inspired me to write. However, instead of initially pursuing my writing career I became a lawyer. I work in divorce court, so erotic romance is a great escape. There can be true love and happy-endings, at least on my pages.
My two children and I have two good-humored dogs that share our home and ease our stress. I have traveled and lived all over the world, and these experiences have given me great creative ideas. I look forward to creating many more adventures in romance.


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Sunday, 18 November 2012

Hot Picks, part 2

It’s that time of the month again, though I admit I’ve struggled to find something to top the vampy nail polish. 

I do have a craft book I’d like to share. Now please note I’m not one for reading craft books, in fact I’ve only read Stephen King’s “On Writing” until now. I prefer to learn from example. But THIS, I have to share.  

The Emotion Thesaurus by Angela Ackerman & Becca Puglisi 
I haven’t read it all yet, but I’m finding it very handy during edits. Basically, the idea is to help find ways to express character emotion through actions and feelings, rather than telling the reader the character ‘felt’ a certain emotion. 

It also goes into clichéd emotions and melodrama. There are lots of examples to help these things make sense and show you exactly what they are.  

Plus there’s a dictionary of emotions there with the meaning of the emotion, a list of examples of the reactions one might have when feeling the emotion and examples. All in all, I’d say this book is definitely a keeper. I only wish I’d picked the paperback instead of the Kindle edition. Would make flicking back and forth so much easier.  

The Only Way is Essex
Where to start? I have a bit of a love/hate relationship with this show. It’s supposed to be a show following the ‘real’ lives of a group of people who live in Essex, yet there’s more drama than a soap opera. It can be addictive, it can get on my nerves, but when it’s on I watch it. 
Why, you ask? Well, because I’m stunned and fascinated that there are people in the world who actually live like this. I know a lot of what they do is more than likely scripted to an extent, but all the fake tan/lashes/nails/boobs/noses, the barely there skirts and outrageous outfits intrigue me.  

Up here in freeze-your-tits-off Scotland, when we dress for a night out it’s far too cold to leave it all hanging out although there are still a few who are begging for hypothermia, but I’ve never seen dressing up to this extent. Which is probably why I watch TOWIE, though whether it’s ‘hot’ is a different matter.
And I’ve not had much surfing/shopping time to come up with something else. I’m knee deep in revisions for Flirting With Trouble. Once I’m done, I’ll more than likely be back to my usual procrastinating self.
*Scurries back to the revisions cave*
Have a great Sunday! 
XOXO

Friday, 16 November 2012

What I’ve learned so far, Part Two #edits

It seems to take me forever these days to get anything done, although I have been pretty swamped. As promised, I’m going to share a little I’ve learned from doing edits. (I’m doing this back to front since the next post on this I plan to do is revisions, but I do like to do things the hard way).  
Myth. Edits are terrifying, a nightmare to do and take forever. 
This may be true in some cases and I’m sure if my wonderful editor sent me them all in one ‘round’ the track changes and comments would seem a bit daunting, but really, edits are only suggestions to make your writing cleaner. Or in my case make what I’m trying to say make sense LOL.
Both books I sold to Beachwalk (The Monster of Fame and Isle of Sensuality) were around the same time, so of course I was making the same mistakes twice, and this probably made things tedious for my editor (I know it did for me, fixing the same mistakes over and over). Now I know most of it, I’m hoping book two in The Price of Fame Series won’t have as many blunders. 
So, I’m going to give a few examples of the things I had to change for The Monster of Fame. Please remember this is subjective to one publisher’s styles. If, for example, you were published by a UK house, then I don’t think you’d need to take out the ‘u’ in words like favourite, behaviour, etc.
Me: If you couldn’t sing, he’d tell you…
Editor: Have to get rid of the “you” Something like “If a contestant couldn’t sing, he’d say so” 

Me: granny Menzies
Editor: Granny Menzies

Okay, this one confused me a bit because it wasn’t changed all the way through. So I asked and my editor explained that when you are calling someone mum, or gran or grandfather as you would call someone by their name, then you use a capital letter. But if you’re referring to them (e.g. my gran loves those biscuits) then there’s no capital. 

Me: Anna felt her nose wrinkle *Yeah, I know*
Editor: You can make this less passive by saying ‘Anna wrinkled her nose’
And there were a LOT of comments like this. :)
Me: Blonde hair
Editor: Blonde for females, blond for males
Me: weary gaze
Editor: Wary perhaps?
This has more to do with the way I speak than anything. Us Scots seem to love making up words, or using other ones for different meanings, at least I do anyway! “This dreich weather’s making me weary” Although I would mean here tired/depressed.
Also, words like ‘had’ and ‘that’ were almost all deleted. Same with most of the exclamation marks.
See, not so bad really? I know this seems obvious to some, but I honestly didn’t have a clue about most of the stuff. We all have to learn somewhere.
Still, the comments weren’t all full of things to change. My editor leaves comments on things she particularly liked, things that made her laugh or parts that touched her so at first glance it does seem a bit daunting, but I’m usually smiling by the end of the book. 
The only thing with not doing it all in the one ‘round’ is that by the time line edits have come and gone and I’m reading over the galley, I’ve read my story about five times (and I’m not including all the times I re-read self-editing and revising!) I bet I could recite most of The Monster of Fame from memory!
Any questions, feel free to ask!
And as I’ve just received revisions from my editor on my full with RIVA/KISS I’ll do a post on that soon. 
Oh, and before I forget, I’m giving away a copy of Isle of Sensuality and a critique. There's four days left to enter. You can find out more here 
XOXO

Wednesday, 14 November 2012

Believe in Me, Part 4 #freeread

As promised, here’s the fourth instalment of my story for the Holiday Kisses anthology. Warning. Things are about to get steamy. 

Blurb
Leona Sharp and Ryan Lee have been friends forever, it seems. Although there’s an attraction between them, they've never acted on it. On New Year’s Eve, Leona finally allows herself to give into the temptation, but she vows that it will only be for one night and as soon as the clock strikes midnight they will put it in the past and go on as if it never happened. Ryan, however, has other plans…

* * * *
Rye hovered by the door, intent on letting Leo get used to the idea of his seduction before he made his next move. Until she refused to kiss him, he didn’t think it would be a problem, but now…
“Rye…” She turned to him, the bottle green dress highlighting her pale skin and big, sexy eyes. “I don’t understand.”
The expression that crossed her face was raw, vulnerable. Shit. He crossed the room and tilted her chin. “I want this to be a proper date. I want to give us a chance.”
She stepped back, banging into the chair, her eyes full of mistrust. “Why now? Why are you doing this?”
Opening his mouth, the words stuck in his throat. He’d already made a big confession. How could he take the next step? Fear of rejection froze his tongue.
Deciding he could use some faux courage, he popped the cork on the champagne and poured two glasses. Leo knocked hers back in time with him. The bubbles brought bravery.
“I want you, Leo. I’ve always wanted you.”
* * * *
Leo had the urge to smack herself on the head to check she wasn’t dreaming. Her blood ran warm with the champagne, but her tummy ran hot with his words. She swallowed against the excitement bubbling up her throat. His expression—patient, expecting, with an undertone of terror—made her realize what she did next mattered.
Rye wasn’t a stayer. But he wanted her and she’d wanted him for as long as she could remember. It was an hour to midnight. This year had been awful. Burying her brother, leaving her home, and spending Christmas alone added to her misery. Why couldn’t she have a little while to enjoy what was left of a cruddy year? Why couldn’t they both have what they wanted, now? The minute the clock struck twelve, she’d put it behind her. New Year, new start. They could still be friends. Dammit, she’d make sure they were. She wasn’t a number, she was his for the next hour and she was determined to make it memorable.
“I want you too.”
Rye sucked in a breath as his eyebrows climbed his forehead. “Leo, I—”
Terrified that he’d say something to ruin it, to change her mind, she pounced on him, wrapped her legs around his waist, and gripped his wide shoulders. Before she lost her courage, she pressed her mouth against his.
The instant their lips met, all the terror vanished as her body exploded like a firework. The zing was immediate and clouded her senses. She threaded her fingers through his inky hair and sighed into his mouth. Rye groaned, then changed the tempo of the kiss.
What started off as a peck on the lips ended up wild, feral, and necessary. He staggered back into the room, slid his hands under her dress, and pushed the material up to her waist. Falling back onto the sofa, he broke away, gasping. She sucked in a shaky breath.
“Leo.” His hands froze on her stomach. She bit her tongue. The uncertainty creasing his brow was palpable. “Are you sure? This isn’t how I wanted to do this.”
“I want this.” And because she wasn’t certain he did, she had to ask, “Don’t you?”
He studied her. Leo’s heart lodged in her throat. His expression softened, and something bright and new shined from his eyes. He trailed a finger down her jaw and circled her lips. “I’ve always wanted this.”
Her breath caught. Before she could recover, his lips were on hers. The contact sent a jolt of lust through her and muddied all rational thought. She wanted him naked, wanted to feast her eyes on his chest. Wanted to lick, nibble, and bite it.
Tugging at the corners, she ripped the popper buttons of his shirt apart, then her hands were on his sculpted abs. Rye broke the kiss and lay back against the sofa, studying her from hooded eyes. She took the chance to devour his body with her gaze. Masterpiece. The fire inside her flared. She needed more. Now. If there was a round two, she’d get to the tasting.
With impatient fingers, she undid his slacks and freed him from his trousers. His erection stood proud. She grabbed it.
“Leo, fuck.” Rye’s breath hissed out between his teeth as she slid her hand up and down his velvet skin.
Her panties soaked through and her core throbbed. She wanted him inside her, but the way his hands gripped her thighs gave her a sense of power. He was at her mercy and lost in what she was doing to him. The feeling emboldened her.
Rising on her knees, she positioned herself over his erection. Using her free hand, she pushed her thong to the side.
“Wait.” Rye grabbed her hips and held her firm. “Leo, you need—”
“I need you inside me, Rye. I’ve needed this for so long.”
* * * *

Make sure you pop over to Kaylie Newell’s Blog tomorrow for the fourth installment of her story, Winter Break. You can find Kaylie’s Blog here.
And Lacey Wolfe's also posting part four of her story, The Gift Beneath The Tree, tomorrow. You can find her Blog here.
I'll be back Wednesday 21st November for the final, hotter than hot installment of Believe in Me!
xoxo

Monday, 12 November 2012

One Night of Need


Huge welcome to Ella Jade. This book sounds steamy. Can’t wait to get stuck into it.

One Night of Need by Ella Jade 1Night Stand

 

Sexy Professor Dominick Alvarez has an infatuation with pretty college girls, but he adheres to his strict policy of never getting involved with his students. The years of tempting women throwing themselves at him have taken a toll on the handsome teacher. He wants to give in, so he requests an evening with a younger woman.
Alexandria Petron has always had a thing for older men, but she has never indulged. After being left at the altar by her high school sweetheart, she decides men her own age aren't for her. She seeks Madame Evangeline's help in making her fantasy come true. She wants the experience and attention a more mature man can show her.
One night of explosive passion ignites a burn that neither one saw coming. Will one encounter be enough to satisfy their secret cravings?
 Excerpt

“I’ve been jittery all day, but my aunt helped me overcome those nerves.”

“Your aunt?”

“She referred me to Madame Eve. She said I needed tonight.”

“Well, I’m glad she hooked you up, but why would such a beautiful girl need to use a service?” He didn’t mean to be nosy, but a woman who looked like her shouldn’t have a problem finding a date.

“Oh, well I….” She twisted her finger around the ends of her pigtail. Now he wished he’d put a condom in his pocket. If she kept that up, they’d never make it to the bedroom. “I’ve had a rough time.”

“I didn’t mean to pry. I’m curious.”

“That’s okay. Can I ask you a question?” She chewed on her bottom lip.

“Sure.” He fought the urge to bite her lip.

“How old are you?”

“Does it matter?” He closed the space between them on the small sofa. “You wanted an older man, didn’t you?”

She nodded.

“I’ll be forty-one in two weeks. You’re my birthday present to myself.”

“Oh.” She swallowed hard.

“Am I too old for you?” Please say no.

“No.” She stared into his eyes.

“Are you thirsty?”

“Huh?”

“Would you like some champagne?” As much as he wanted to kiss her, he needed to slow this show down. “You are old enough to drink, I hope.” He brushed her soft cheek, wondering what the rest of her felt like.

“Is that your way of asking me how old I am?”


 

About the Author

Ella Jade has been writing for as long as she can remember. As a child, she often had a notebook and pen with her, and now as an adult, the laptop is never far. The plots and dialogue have always played out in her head, but she never knew what to do with them. That all changed when she discovered the eBook industry. She started penning novels at a rapid pace and now she can't be stopped.
Ella resides in New Jersey with her husband and two young boys. When she's not chasing after her kids, she's busy writing, attending PTO meetings, kickboxing, and scrapbooking. She hopes you'll get lost in her words.
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