Thursday, February 28, 2013

Three Sentence Thursday! Love's Call!

I was hoping by sharing this with you guys, it would help me with this !%$$@ book. Hehehe.

It's still a pain in the you know what, but I am getting closer.  I only have a few scenes left (I think)

This is the first time the hero, Leargan, kisses the heroine, Ansley. (Yes, I know I'm a tease. I shall not apologize).

Drawing her into his arms, he jumped when she wrapped hers tentatively around his waist. He captured her lips, trembling at her softness. The gentle sweep of their mouths previewed how sweet she tasted.

That's all I got for now, after all it IS only three.  But they're long, and it's a good three. *wink*

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Tell me About it Tueday: Welcome Lavender Daye!

Hi there!  This is my VERY first Tell me About it Tuesday! And my friend, and critique partner, Lavender Daye is stopping by!

I LOVE Lavender's books. Y'all need to check her out.

So, I am going to turn things over to her, and I know you'll all enjoy!

February has been a busy month. Exciting, but crazy as it flew by.
My newest release, Stranded at the Rodeo, debuted January 29th at Siren Bookstrand. It’s the last book of the Ransomed Hearts series and while I love those characters, I’m glad they all found their true loves.
Because I’ve already got new projects on my laptop that are demanding time in my brain. Yes, two projects, maybe three if I count the sequel I’m already thinking about.
Those voices in my head keep getting louder and my fingers just can’t seem to keep up with them on the keyboard. The voices are getting frustrated with my slow fingers. They’re waking me in the middle of the night with plot suggestions! Images of BDSM clubs and fast cars! They’re driving me crazy (but my hubby tells me it’s a short trip).
Both stories are centered in a BDSM club. The first, Sam’s Submission, focuses on an attorney who is targeted by a former client and the security agent who protects her. While in hiding, they spend a few hot nights at Velvet Glove.

The second project, still untitled, is a rather grey-esque story about a reporter and the owner of a private club specializing in dominance and submission
Both are close to finished, and I’ll have release dates on my website ( when everything is set.

In the meantime, here’s a peak at Stranded at the Rodeo to warm up your day.


Emma woke to the sound of the rain falling against the windows. Faint light bled through the blinds and illuminated the living room. The fire was blazing and Noah was an unseen presence in the house.
     She stretched, her body remembering where and how he’d touched her in the early hours of the morning. His hard hands and gentle touch leaving indelible marks on her body, memories of pleasure to cherish and a standard to judge any man who might come into her life in the future. He made her sing when she expected to whimper and moan, her body surprised by the intensity of sensations. Strong, demanding without pushing, he’d shown her ways to fly apart while he held her. Not at all what she’d expected. But Noah wasn’t her typical date material.
     Emma stood and wrapped one of the quilts around her, then ran down the chilly hall to the master bathroom. The radiant heat under the tiles was a blessing. The quilt fell to the floor and she surveyed her body in the mirror while luxuriating in the heat. An oval bruise darkened her collarbone just to the left of her throat and the skin just below the bruise was reddened. She flushed, remembering the feel of Noah’s whiskers rasping against the tender skin. Her hands went to her breasts, to the aching nipples, still tight and waiting for his mouth. She lifted them and looked for more whisker marks, expecting to find them on the underside of her breasts where he’d spent so much time.
     “Such a beautiful view.”
     Emma jumped, Noah’s sensual voice catching her unaware, and her hands fell to her sides.
     “No, don’t stop, Emma. I like the picture you’re presenting. Touch yourself again. Pinch those tasty nipples for me.”
     His words went to her head, need building within her body, and she did as told. In the mirror, she met his gaze, then followed his eyes when they dropped to her hands.
     “Don’t. Stop.”
     She drew in air and convinced her fingers to move, pinching and tweaking as he directed from across the room. Noah leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his bare chest, the epitome of calm and collected, but the tension in his every muscle gave away his intense interest. He was alive with heat, with lust.
     Knowing the desire was all for her and that her actions fueled it made Emma wanton, made her a servant to his instructions. Her heart beat a little faster, her breath quickened, and the apex of her thighs grew wet and ready for him.
     What would happen when he actually touched her?
     “Slide your hands down your belly.”
     His dark tone was hypnotic, forcing air out of her lungs and her sex twitched. He shouldn’t have this much power over her but she couldn’t stop her reactions. She released her nipples and spread her fingers across her ribcage then moved south slowly, one tentative inch at a time, while her eyes remained focused on his expression.
     His lips parted and that hot tongue of his swiped across the upper lip like he wanted a taste. She hummed with the imagined feel of it on her skin.
     Her hands dipped lower, delving into the curls covering her core and she paused.
     “Did I tell you to stop?” he growled.
     Via the mirror, she raised a brow. A minor act of defiance, but judging by the heat in his eyes, he took it seriously.
     “I expect to see those fingers in your pussy. Now.”
He didn’t shout, didn’t threaten, but his tone increased the moisture gathering just below her hand. Her desire to wait evaporated. Her right hand dropped low enough for her to reach the top of her slit, and she dipped her index finger inside.
“Good girl,” he crooned, and her body swayed with the emotion of his praise sweeping across her senses.
“Find the nub that makes you crazy. Find it now.”
Tightening her knees, she delved within her folds until she found the nub of her clitoris. She circled it, making it last while he observed. His expression was intense, focused solely on her hand, and it gave her the opportunity to admire him without his mask. He hid so many things from her. His kindness. His gentle nature. The best parts of his soul were disguised by dominance.
Her body thrilled to the dominance but longed for the rest of him.
She sagged into his arms, trembling with the need to come and the pleasure zinging through her body. Noah set her on the counter and stripped out of his jeans. The sight of his erection, the long hot length of it ready and willing to work its magic on her, had Emma’s body hummed with urgent need.
He stepped into the shower and turned on the water. In seconds, steam filled the enclosure. She stared, unable to take her eyes off his body. The sleek lines of him, the ropes of muscle shifting as he moved, the flex of his calves and thighs bringing him closer to where she sat mesmerized her.
He lifted her into his arms and kissed her like she was the only woman he wanted and his eyes echoed the emotion. Insane desire pulsed within her, taking the ache of her body to the extreme. When her feet hit the floor, she was in the shower.
He stepped away and water cascaded over her, heating her body even more than his touch.
Too much heat.
Too much need.
She was burning for him. Emma turned away from the spray and found him standing in the shower’s opening, a condom in hand. His chest rose and fell with his breath and he rolled the latex on with a leisurely hand, prolonging the anticipation. 

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Sunday, February 24, 2013

Lusting for Cover: Sharks in Space!

This meme is hosted by TBQ @ TBQ's Book Palace.
What’s a girl to do when her parents gift her with a man for Christmas?

Caught between two kingdoms, Jordan has given up the privileged world of intergalactic court life to become an interstellar biologist researching space sharks. Unexpectedly saddled with a husband from a race who are rumored to be sex fiends, her life is yanked in a direction she doesn’t want.

But Cai isn’t human and he must have the emotional feedback of a mate in order to survive. Charged with protecting Jordan, can he win her heart and keep her safe from harm?

Will they survive the challenges that arise…sexual, emotional and political? Time is ticking away and it’s not on their side.


Find it:

I read this one recently, and I ADORED the story. It's a novella so it's a nice fast read with a very original story, and world that I hope Sid revisits, cuz I wanted to know more. As always w/ her books, it was hot. I ate it up in a matter of hours! It was awesome!
And the cover is hot hot hot! LOVE!
Go get it now! Hehehe! 

Friday, February 22, 2013

IT'S MY BOOK'S BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am so excited! So excited! 

My *very first* book is out today!

So, without further ado, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWORD'S CALL!


For generations, the Ryhans, ruling family of the Province of Greenwald have been keepers of a sword rumored to possess enough magic to defeat kings. Lord Varthan, a former archduke and betrayer of the king, covets the sword and invades Greenwald.

Lady Ceralda Ryhan, daughter of the murdered duke, gains the sword and flees, trusting only her white wolf, Trikser—magically bonded to her. Cera needs nothing more to aid in her fight.

Jorrin Aldern, half elfin and half human, left his home in the mountains of Aramour to find his human father who disappeared twenty turns before, but finds Cera with Varthan and his shades on her tail instead. His dual heritage and empathic magic will tempt Cera in ways she never thought she’d desire. But can he convince her trust and love can pave the path to redemption or will the epic battle end in tragedy and evil conquer them all?


Chapter One

Heart pounding and fists clenched, Cera sat in the Dragon’s Lair’s darkest corner. By choice, the candle on the table was unlit. The bowl of stew half eaten, food the last thing on her mind.
The door to the tavern swung open. Her white wolf growled low and deep beside her. Cera glanced up, squinting in the sudden flood of sunlight. As the door slammed shut and her eyes adjusted to the renewed murkiness, she took in the newest arrival.
Then she focused on Trikser. She couldn’t have him going for anyone’s throat.
“Shhh, Trik, it’s okay.” She ran a hand through his fur, smoothing his hackles along the length of his spine. The big wolf looked up at her and licked her hand. One corner of her mouth lifted and she bit back a sigh.
The only reason the owner of the tavern, Marshek even let him in was because no one else was allowed to enter the Dragon’s Lair if she was inside without him. No one according to Trikser, that is. He’d almost taken the hand off the last guy who’d tried.
“What’ll ya have?” Marshek barked, revealing his instant dislike of the newcomer.
She fixed her eyes on the bartender. Then she took a closer look at the man sitting in front of him. His pointed ears betrayed his heritage, but his height suggested he was not of pure blood.
Marshek was known to be tolerant of elves but he hated what he called half-breeds. Cera could imagine what the grumpy, middle-aged tavern owner was thinking, and it wasn’t friendly.
She rose, Trikser also immediately rising, awaiting her move. The white wolf was her bondmate and had been since he was young.
Relax, she thought-sent.
Trik sat, but his body was tight, tense. He didn’t respond to her mental order.
Moving to the bar, her wolf followed, slinking close to the floor, moving in a slight crawl. His belly probably touched the filthy planked flooring of the tavern.
Cera made a face but forced a breath. Detached control. Sliding onto the stool next to the half-elfin man, she was just in time to hear his order. His voice was clear and deep.
Marshek filled a mug with ale and started to put the jug in its place on the shelf.
“Wait, Mar,” she said with a wave of her hand, “I’ll have some of that, too.”
With a curt nod, the older man poured her a mug. She brought it to her lips, glancing nonchalantly at the stranger. His coal black hair brushed the collar of his hooded gray cape, giving him a rather unkempt look, but rugged rather than messy.
Cera couldn’t see the hue of his eyes from her seat but his high cheekbones made his profile appealing, his sleek tapered ears adding to the attraction. His powerful jaw line was clean shaven, an oddity in these parts. She could tell he was aware of her perusal. He was young, not much older than her, and had the stunning beauty of the elves.
His chest heaved as if he’d taken a breath, and he finally glanced at her. Blue. His eyes were a deep, sapphire blue. Her heart skipped a beat but she ignored it. The man said nothing, not that she’d expected him to.


Thursday, February 21, 2013

Three Sentence Thursday: Sword's Call

This a teaser from Sword's Call, in light of my release! (*squeeeeee* YAY)

Hope you enjoy!!!
He ran two fingers from her temple to her cheek, allowing himself to forget their conversation and give in to his desire to kiss her. Leaning down, his lips brushed hers. The touch was sweet and left him wanting more.

That's three and I'm out.

Hopefully y'all will read the book!

No hints or nudges or anything. (*grin*)

Happy Thursday!

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Lusting for Covers: Tempted!

This meme is hosted by TBQ @ TBQ's Book Palace.
Once in a blue moon…
For Rafer Breaux, life in the Louisiana Bayou is harsh, violent—and deeply sensual. The Cajun werewolf lives for his Pack and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep his brothers safe. The longer a wolf lives without a mate, the harder it becomes for that wolf to shift back. To remember that he is a man—and not a monster. And those mates can only be found during a blue moon. When a blue moon finally rises, Rafer will need every weapon in his sensual arsenal to tempt one special woman into his arms and the heart of the Pack.

The Pack hunts for mates
Fighting to keep her family farm, Lark Andrews isn’t looking for love. Even if the very sexy Breaux brothers make her dream of hot bayou nights spent in their arms. When the blue moon leads Rafer to her door, however, Rafer has her rethinking her position on all work and no play. Now, the bayou nights are heating up as Rafer fights to convince her, one sensual touch at a time, to give love and passion a chance. But Rafer isn’t a one wolf deal. Is there room in Lark’s heart—and bed—for Rafer and his Pack?
Buy it!
I read this one when it came out, and I am not kidding you. I LOVED it. ADORED. Wanted the 2nd one NOW. It's a novella, so it's a fast read, and VERY hot. GET IT!  Hehehe. 
I love all Anne's stuff. Her fallen angel series is AWESOME! Check that out while you're at it.
Happy Sunday!