Bad Girl (And Bad Boy) Writer's Block

Sexy Saturday

2011-12-17T18:13:00.000-05:00

Hummm...I wonder what they're doing. He looks like he's in pain:)

Happy New Release, Mackenzie

2011-12-16T08:00:00.000-05:00

Available now at Ellora's Cave:

http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9800-tingle-all-the-way.aspx

Can Christmas magic be found with the help of one very irritatinglittle wood faery?

High-profile attorney Kayla Jones thinks she just might be losing hermind when Hector, a mischievous wood faery, appears before her. Arethe martinis to blame? Or has her loneliness pushed her over theedge? And if her subconscious must create an imaginary man for theholidays, why can’t it be the good-looking prosecutor who visitsher nightly dreams?

When Barry Allred offers to take Kayla home from the bar, he doesn’texpect her to pass out in him arms, leaving him no alternative exceptto take her to his home. But more surprises await him…

When the beauty awakens the next morning, she’s under theimpression that they not only had sex, but that she inadvertentlyrevealed to him her deepest, darkest BDSM and ménage fantasies. Hecan’t figure out how she came to this misunderstanding… Buthe is definitely the man to make all her fantasies come true.

An Excerpt From: TINGLE ALL THE WAY

Kayla opened her eyes. “Where am I?” Glancing around the strange bedroom, she began to reconstruct her evening.

Courtroom and win.

A couple of assholes ruining her day.

O’Malley’s, a faery, and too many martinis.

That was it! She’d been at O’Malley’s celebrating and getting her drink on, or was she crying in her drink?

“So how did I get here? What happened?” she whispered to herself.

“Bow chica bow wow.”

Her startled gaze snapped in the direction of the randy reply.

Lo and behold, her imaginary faery lay on his side in the middle of a big fluffy pillow next to her. Hector’s right elbow was bent. His palm supported his head as he stared at her with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

“You turned his world inside out.”

Oh, thank goodness. If her apparition still existed, Kayla knew she wasn’t awake, or maybe that she wasn’t sober. Yet by the throb in her head, it sure felt as if she suffered from a hangover. She had dry mouth, an explosive stomach, and the last remnant of beer-goggles blurring her vision. The good news was that wherever she was or whatever she did really didn’t matter. It was only her imagination.

Still, she had to ask. “His? Who?”

Hector rolled on to his back, kicking his legs and flailing his arms. “Oh, Barry, do it to me. Harder. Faster.”

Kayla chuckled at the silly exhibition. “Barry Allred?”

It must have been her subconscious revealing the fact she’d give her eyeteeth to have one night with him. And then her laughter died a quick death as more of the evening’s events began to flood her memories. She recalled seeing him sitting at the bar with another man at O’Malley’s.

Had they spoken?

“Nah. It’s impossible.”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

They had spoken. The scene of him standing beside her car tore through her memory. Red-hot embarrassment scorched her face. Panic tightened her chest. “I didn’t. We couldn’t have.”

“Oh yeah. It’s possible and you did.” Hector fanned himself with his hand. “Turned that man’s world upside down. Asked him to tie you up and spank you.”

Kayla swallowed hard.

No. No. No.

She would never have lived out one of her fantasies, much less spoken about it, to a stranger. Just the thought mortified her. Then again, if this was a dream, what did it matter? She leaned back against the softness of the pillow and blew out a breath of relief. It had to be a dream—faeries weren’t real.

“But the one that got me hot and bothered.” Hector sat up on the pillow with his tiny legs splayed wide. Before he continued to speak, he leaned forward and placed his elbows on the downy softness, his palms cradling his cheeks. “Was when you told him about your fantasy to have two men at once.”

Kayla gasped on a new chunk of humiliation.

“I didn’t,” she shrieked. “I would never reveal that dark secret to anyone.” Especially Barry, a man she debated with across tables…and then there was that thing between her and his father.

Dammit. She kept forgetting this was a dream. Any minute now she’d awake in her bed and everything would be as it should be.

Hector stood, stretching his wings and bending his legs before he lunged forward. In a flash, he was soaring around the room, a trail of dark-green dust following him. When he landed on the tip of her nose, she raised a hand to swat him.

“Ah-ah-ah.” He began to pull something from his pocket.

As magic—or insanity—would have it, the item just kept coming. The long, thin staff was obviously longer then the shallow pocket housing it.

“If you were dreaming, do you think you’d feel this?” Hector stabbed the thing into her nose.

Kayla jumped. Her eyes crisscrossed as she glared at the three-inch man now hovering just above her nose. At a closer look, the stick he held appeared to be a pine needle, and he had it pointed at her.

“En garde!” He placed a hand behind his back and jabbed the damn thing at her, over and over.

This time she swiftly brushed her hand through the air, missing him when he darted aside, leaving a trail of bright, angry, red glitter in his wake.

“Who are you?” she growled.

“I’m your Christmas faery. I’m here to bring you holiday cheer.”

“Holiday cheer? Are you kidding me? What you’ve done is make me question my sanity. I must be going out of my friggin’—”

“Shhh…” Hector said as he flew straight at her. On his way, he retrieved that errant lock of hair that continually insisted on coming free from her bun. A wisp of air fanned her face as he swept the blonde strand back, pinning it and him in her hair as if he were a barrette.

Before she could reach up and dislodge the irritating little man, the bathroom door opened and Barry strolled out. Naked. Well, except for the towel wrapped low around his hips.

“You’re awake.”

The prosecutor had a beautiful smile and deep dimples that sent tingles up her spine. His wet black hair was swept back in a finger-combed kind of way. But it was his bare chest—broad and muscular—that caught her eye and held her in awe.

The man really was a magnificent specimen. Although it was clear he had shaved, a shadow still remained on his jaw. His eyes were dark blue, hiding a hint of brooding and mystery.

The reality of the moment crawled across her skin. “Are you real?” she asked hesitantly.

“I like to think I am,” he grinned.

Holy shit!

A sinking feeling made her want to die. This wasn’t a dream. Barry Allred stood before her while she lay on what appeared to be his bed. And as much as she hated to admit it, she was losing her mind. Hector must be her version of Jiminy Cricket, her subconscious taking form. But even that explanation made her ill.

Barry took a step in her direction. “You feeling okay?”

Kayla licked dry lips. “Uh. Yes.” She sounded as if she had a mouthful of cotton. Not to mention her stomach felt as if an atom bomb had exploded inside it. And to top it off, she was going stark-raving mad.

“Exciting night.” He chortled and moved closer.

The fresh scent of soap and a woodsy cologne touched her nose. She inhaled slowly before nearly choking on the memory of what Hector had told her. Sex with Barry. Her cheeks heated and she could only imagine the color in her face rising.

“Ohmygod. I don’t know what to say.”

“Good morning,” he suggested. “Are you hungry?”

Hungry? Was he kidding? Kayla had just made the biggest mistake in her career and he was thinking of food. So like a man.

“I don’t think I could eat a bite.” At least that was the truth. Just the thought of food made her stomach roll.

“Then how about some coffee? I could make you a Bloody Mary, it might help.”

“No. I think perhaps I should just go home.” And bury her head in the sand, because if Barry wanted paybacks for what she’d done to his father, spilling the beans of their night together would be perfect retribution. Her stomach pitched and it wasn’t from the alcohol. She had to get out of here.

Kayla threw back the covers, remembering too late her state of undress. What the hell. According to her three-inch subconscious, Barry had seen far more of her than her bra and thong.

As she wiggled into her skirt, fastening the back, she chanced a look in Barry’s direction. He was staring at her. His eyelids gaped and, judging by the tent in the towel, he was aroused.

Talk about wanting to kick herself—the one time she goes out on a limb and screws the man of her dreams and she can’t remember a damn thing. Her gaze stroked his chest once more. What a shame.

Slipping her arms into her white silk shirt, she fastened the third button and then paused. “Uh. Barry, I trust that what we did last night and the things I revealed won’t go beyond this room.”

His brows dipped. “What we did last night?” His expression turned heated and he smiled. “Maybe you should tell me exactly what you don’t want me to reveal?”

Damn him. Of course he would want her to spell it out and go through that embarrassment once again. Paybacks were a bitch. Okay. If he wanted to play games she had no alternative except to go along, but she wasn’t happy about it.

“The sex. Tying me up. The spankings. And,” she bit her bottom lip, “the thing about me fantasizing about multiple partners. You know I was just joking, pulling your leg.”

Barry coughed several times. His face turned beet-red and it looked as if he were choking.

For a moment she thought of running over and slapping him on the back, helping him. Instead she stayed put. Maybe he would choke to death, and then she wouldn’t have to worry about everyone at the office and in the court system knowing her deepest, darkest secrets.

But when he continued to cough, she asked, “You okay?”

Clearing his lungs, he took a deep breath. “Yeah, I think I am.” He stepped closer. “So let me get this straight. No one is to know we had sex last night. That I tied you up and spanked you. And by no means that you fantasize about being taken by two men at once?”

“Is that too much to ask? I mean, it might gain you stud status, but it would destroy my credibility.” Not to mention Dan and Tom would have a field day with the information.

“Miss Jones—”

“I think after all that has happened you should probably call me Kayla.”

“Kayla—” He hesitated.

Kayla wasn’t sure, but it appeared that he was fighting another grin, because the dimples in his cheeks deepened.

“I’m not completely sure how to tell you this, Kayla, but nothing happened last night.”

“Excuse me?” Her voice pitched high as her eyelids rose so quickly she swore they touched her eyebrows.

“Honey, I wish I could say differently, but much to my dismay there was no sex, no ropes or handcuffs, and no naughty spankings.” Then he did smile. “However, I wouldn’t mind making all your fantasies come true.”

Before Kayla gave thought to her actions, she growled, “When I get my hands on you, I’ll pluck your wings off one at a time. I swear I will.” She realized too late what this might look like to Barry, but someone had set her up.

Concern darkened his eyes. “Kayla, maybe you should sit down.”

“Sit down?” Furious, she pinned her narrowed gaze on him. “Did your dad put you up to this? Who told you about my fantasies?”

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Thursday Threesome 3 by Berengaria Brown

2011-12-15T08:00:00.000-05:00

Please welcome my guest today--Berengaria Brown! Today we'll be drooling over--er, I mean discovering her POSSESSIVE PASSIONS series and enjoying an excerpt from ULTIMATE POSSESSION. Yea, Berengaria!
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There are three books in the “Possessive Passions” series:

“Possessive Passions” Book 1: “Shared Possession”:

Chevaunne is abducted by three brothers who take her to a new world where brothers share one wife, who is their treasured possession. Jim, Sam, and Paul have waited years to find the perfect woman, and when they see Chevaunne, they know immediately she is the one for them.

After a mind-blowing night with the three men, Chevaunne marries them the next day in front of the entire community. Now she has to learn a totally new life—a new culture, new ways of doing everything. But the sex is amazing, her men are considerate and loving, and Chevaunne is making friends and settling in.

Soon, though, she begins to wonder if she’s losing her mind. No matter how happy she is, she was kidnapped, after all! What was she thinking when she agreed to stay?

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/shared-possession

“Possessive Passions” Book 2: “Possess Me”

Shiloah, a New Thimphu native, is envious of her friend Chevaunne's newfound happiness with her men and wants that kind of love for herself. She has enjoyed working with the luscious Stan and Goa on The Grandparents' Garden. But now the project is finished, so how will she see them again?

Stan and Goa abduct Shiloah from the garden's grand opening ceremony and make love to her all night long. The next day, she marries them both in a traditional ceremony. But when Shiloah and her men are offered the chance to run a farm aboveground, she has to consider her mother, Orna, who helps Shiloah run her business and is terrified of life outside the security of their community.

Shiloah is torn between loyalties. Can she find a way to keep everything that is dear to her—her mother, her business, and explosive sex with two men she loves?

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/possess-me

“Possessive Passions” book 3 “Ultimate Possession”

Kiri is abducted by two men who tie her up and demand she have sex with them. If she satisfies them they’ll marry her. Kiri is terrified, but angry. When one of them orders her to suck him she threatens to bite his cock off.

The men reveal themselves as George and Wang, brothers she has loved for years. They were testing her love for them. She’s still angry, but understands they had to be certain of her feelings, while not approving of their methods. What follows is a night of intensely passionate sex, as the men claim her over and over again.

Kiri soon settles into her new life, but now Anh is very lonely. Kiri wants her to have days of romance and fun, and nights filled with never-ending orgasms, too.

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/ultimate-possession

“Possessive Passions” Book 3 Ultimate Possession ADULT Excerpt:

Once again, they began kissing and licking her skin, spending longmoments at every pulse point, driving her need higher and higher.

Meanwhile, Kiri’s hands were busy unbuttoning shirts, unbucklingbelts, and unsnapping jeans. When she finally released a zipper, sheslid her hand down to cup a huge, hot, hard cock, and reveled in thesoft head with a drop of pre-cum already in the slit and the hardshaft. Next, she cupped his balls, loving the heavy weight of them.Yum!

Wang’s cock was just as delicious as George’s. Wang spent moretime in the shop and less time visiting towns shipping goods for thecommunity, so his skin was a little paler than George’s. His eyeswere a slightly lighter color, too, more brown, where George’s werecloser to black. Wang was an inch or two shorter, half a dozen poundsheavier, a fraction more muscular, but they were both very similarreally.

Their personalities were totally different, however. But Kiri had notime to think about that now. Her heart was full of joy at finallygoing to bed with the men she loved. Her hands worked busily atremoving the last of their clothing, pushing and pulling at fabricsand bodies with scant regard for the safety of buttons and otherfastenings.

“Cool your jets a second, sweetheart,” murmured George as herolled away from her to toe his shoes off and drag his jeans over hisfeet.

Wang’s clothing dropped to the floor almost simultaneously, thenboth men’s hands were on her body, touching, and stroking everyinch of her, making her skin tingle and goose bump with joy.

Kiri reached for the nearest cock—Wang’s—and grasped it firmly,loving the sensation of throbbing power. She let her finger slideover the head and inside the foreskin, knowing the skin that wasusually protected would be even more soft and sensitive and wantingto push them to the limit before they entered her.

The tip of her finger ran around and around inside his foreskin,making drops of pre-cum run down over her hand, causing Wang to gaspand his cock to throb even more in her grip.

“Oh gods, that feels good. But I want to come inside you, notbefore the party even starts,” Wang said, gently disengaging herhand.

He slipped down between her legs, resting them on his shoulders andopening her wide. “First, we have to get you ready here,” headded, bending his head and licking the rim of her anus, his tonguesliding just the tiniest bit inside as he licked all around, wettingher thoroughly and making every nerve ending stand up and dance injoy.

A delicious shudder rippled through Kiri. “I can’t wait to haveyou both inside me at once,” she whispered.

“The waiting is killing us, too,” said George, dropping a jar oflube on the bed and sinking slippery fingers into her ass as Wang satup and dipped a finger into the jar. The two men tag-teamed her, onestroking inside her dark channel, then the other, stretching herhole, loosening the entry, softening her tissues. Kiri’s creampoured from her pussy. She was so aroused, her nerves on fire, herbelly clenching in need, her breasts heavy with the longing to betouched.

Soon, Wang coated his cock liberally with lube. Both men wiped theirhands on a damp cloth, and then George lay flat on the bed and pulledher over him. He kissed her face softly, dropping the mostfeather-light of kisses onto her cheekbones, her jawline, her noseand eyebrows. She stuck her tongue out and tried to lick him inreturn, but his head kept moving, and she couldn’t aim straight.

Kiri grabbed his head to hold it still and pressed her lips to his.His lips were warm and soft as he gently kissed her back, and then hegradually increased the passion, licking the seam of her mouth andpushing his tongue inside.

At last!

She opened up and sucked him deep, welcoming him. Their tonguesthrust and danced for long moments, and then he lifted her hipsslightly and pressed his cock at her entry. Kiri drew back a littlethen slid down over him, sucking him into her cunt as she’d suckedhis tongue into her mouth, deep, deeper still, enjoying the feel ofhim filling her and stretching her as her walls expanded to accepthim, then closed around him gripping him tight.

George groaned, wiggling his hips, settling into her and pulling herflat against his body once again, skin to skin from pelvis toshoulders.

Behind her, Wang pulled her butt cheeks apart then rested his cock ather rear entrance. Kiri couldn’t prevent the shiver that racedthrough her. Finally, finally, they were claiming her!

Wang pressed against the circle of muscles. Kiri pushed back, andinstantly, the head of his cock popped inside her. Wang thrust in,and her channel opened and expanded, giving him the space to godeeper.

She had felt quite full before, but now she felt stretched, so verypossessed. Yet as Wang drove deeper inside her, there was no pain,just that fullness, and the sensation of expansion as her bodyadjusted and accepted both men at once.

Wang lay over her back, and she wiggled, loving being sandwichedbetween two hard male bodies like this. Possession was the only wordto describe it. The ultimate possession, surrounded and filled by hermen.

Berengaria Brown

http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/

Cold Nights, Hot Bodies by Lily Harlem

2011-12-14T04:00:00.000-05:00

Congrats, Lily! I'm sure the readers will love Shane. I know I'll get my copy today to warm up my cold nights.
http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9705-cold-nights-hot-bodies.aspx

Blurb:
All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.

Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up.

Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving so-called-friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginal problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest possible of ways

An Excerpt From: COLD NIGHTS, HOT BODIES

“I want you, Shane, I want you to take my virginity.”

“Ashley, are you sure?”

“More than sure.” Over his pants, I rubbed my palm up the length of his erection, marveling at its solidity and size. “Please don’t leave, not now, because that would be the worst thing to have ever happened in my life. That would be something I could never undo.” And it was certainly something that didn’t happen in my books.

Suddenly his lips hit down on mine, strong and assertive. “If it’s really what you want then I’m not going anywhere.” He breathed into my mouth. “Except to bed…with you, right now.”

“Yes, yes, it’s what I want.” My stomach flipped with excitement. I’d persuaded him to stay. I’d grabbed my opportunity―quite literally.

Letting go of his erection, I looped my hands around his neck, pressing the entire length of my body into his until his cock was squeezed tight between us. My heart thumped and my skin was alive with new, interesting, wild sensations.

“I told you, it’s been a while for me,” he said, pulling back to look at my face. “Your vampish little virgin thing may have me reaching the finish line early if you’re not careful.”

“I’m sure we can make more than one finish line.”

He chuckled and I sensed the last shred of tension and uncertainty leave him. “Yeah, you’re right.” He smoothed his hands to the back of my bra. “We have all night and we’re well and truly snowed in so what’s the rush?” He undid the clasp with a finely tuned movement and the lacy cups fell from my breasts.

“No rush,” I murmured even though impatience was bubbling like a cauldron deep within me.

His gaze drifted downward. “You have great tits,” he said. “Pert and pretty.” He stroked his thumbs over my nipples. They twisted into tight buds, as if straining for more of his attention. “Has anyone even done this to you before?” he asked.

“No,” I said on a shaky breath, watching his every move the way a hawk watches a mouse. “Never.”

“So I’m guessing no one has done this either.” He bent and kissed over the rise of my right breast, his soft lips inquisitive as he traced the mound.

“No,” I managed.

Shifting his shoulders, he pulled my erect nipple deep into his hot mouth.

I buried my hands in his thick mop of hair. “God, no,” I gasped. “Not that either.”

He switched to the other breast and used his hands to feed my hypersensitive flesh gently into his mouth. I closed my eyes and tipped my head to the ceiling, it felt divine, warm and wet, tingly and strong. His tongue was injecting white-hot lust into my veins.

“Ah, you’re sweet all over,” he said, straightening and pulling me close again. My damp breasts pressed against his scratchy chest. “I’m going to make this right for you, Ashley. I’m honored you’ve chosen me. You won’t regret it.”

“I know.” I touched my fingertips to his stubbled jawline. “I know, Shane. I trust you.”

With one quick movement he scooped me into his arms. I clasped my hands around his neck as his strength surrounded me. He began to walk toward the bedroom.

“We’re not doing it on the sofa?” I asked.

“No, we’ll do the sofa later, your first time should definitely be in bed,” he said, stepping through the doorway. His eyes widened. “And wow, what a bed.”

I glanced at the four-poster. Huge and luxurious, it did look the perfect place to lose my virginity.

Shane carried me over and set me down so I was sitting on the edge with my feet on the floor. I watched in silence as he moved the darkly wrapped chocolate from the pillow and placed it on the bedside table.

Straightening, he looked down at me, his gaze so hot it was like a lick of flame across my bare flesh. He frowned and took a leather wallet from his back pocket, flipping it open and pulling out a green-foil-wrapped condom. “I’ve only got one,” he said, “but when we need more there’s a machine in the gents’ downstairs.”

I nodded, pleased he was thinking about contraception and safety. I couldn’t, anticipation of what was going to happen in the next few minutes had taken over my brain. I was buzzing all over. It was as if I was in my own novel, I was the heroine and he the hero. And my goodness, what a perfectly exquisite hero I’d been blessed with.

Shane toed off his shoes and peeled off his socks. Reached for the button on his pants and yanked the zip free. He pushed them down, stepping out and kicking the knot of black material to one side.

I sat motionless, just staring at the big bulge tenting his navy cotton boxers.

“You okay?” he asked, stilling in front of me.

Clearing my throat, I looked up his long, lean body shrouded in shadows from the one low lamp in the room. His abdominal muscles were faintly defined, his pectoral muscles square and his nipples small, dark discs. “Yes, I’m fine.”

He stepped closer. His groin came level to my face and the heady scent of his skin radiated toward me.

Desperate to touch him, I traced the line of fine silky hair that led from his navel to the waistband of his boxers.

He tensed.

I glanced up at his face. “Can I?” I asked.

The corner of one side of his mouth twitched. “Be my guest.”

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Sexy Saturday

2011-12-10T17:49:00.000-05:00

Damn...I almost missed it! I have been so darn busy lately. Who ever decided that 24 hours in a day was enough? LOL Me thinks my problem is that I take on too much. And spending 3 hours a day, five days a week traveling back and forth to work eats up a lot of writing time. By the end of the week I just want to chill and do nothing more than I have to.

Okay, you're probably asking yourself, what's so sexy about this? On to the good stuff! I thought this week I'd post something about cookies. After all, this is the time of year when we bake more, make candies and fudge, breads and fruit cakes. My daughter was just saying the other day that she has to make cookies three different days this week, for holiday celebrations.

I bet there are a lot of men out there who bake during the holidays, too. Below is what could happen if you let them in the kitchen:)

Thursday Threesome, too by Berengaria Brown

2011-12-08T08:00:00.000-05:00

Please welcome my guest today--Berengaria Brown! Today we'll be drooling over--er, I mean discovering her POSSESSIVE PASSIONS series and enjoying an excerpt from POSSESS ME. Yea, Berengaria!
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There are three books in the “Possessive Passions” series:

“Possessive Passions” Book 1: “Shared Possession”:

Soon, though, she begins to wonder if she’s losing her mind. No matter how happy she is, she was kidnapped, after all! What was she thinking when she agreed to stay?

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/shared-possession

“Possessive Passions” Book 2: “Possess Me”

Shiloah is torn between loyalties. Can she find a way to keep everything that is dear to her—her mother, her business, and explosive sex with two men she loves?

Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/possess-me

“Possessive Passions” book 3 “Ultimate Possession”

Kiri soon settles into her new life, but now Anh is very lonely. Kiri wants her to have days of romance and fun, and nights filled with never-ending orgasms, too.

Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/ultimate-possession

“Possessive Passions” Book 2“Possess Me” ADULT Excerpt:

Goa cupped the mound in his palm, a palm that was slightly roughenedfrom hard physical labor. He traced his thumb over her areola thentweaked her nipple with the pad of his thumb. Oh that felt wonderful,so much better than when she touched herself.

Stan licked along the inside of her thigh. Oh my, that felt wondrous.Who knew the skin there was an erogenous zone? He licked again, awandering line across the inside of her thigh, then up and down.Next, he blew warm puffs of air on the wetness. “Oh,” shemurmured as more honey dripped from her core. “That feels so good.”

The men took their time, endlessly patient as they licked and nipped,touched and sucked their way over every inch of her body. Every nerveending was on fire, and a ball of need coiled tightly in her belly,demanding release. The more she tried to touch them, to pull themcloser to her, to bring this erotic torture to a climax, the morethey slid from her grasp, whispering that she must wait, that sheshould be fully aroused.

Finally, they moved over her together, one mouth on each of herbreasts. At last she could hold their heads, faces pressed to herskin, and run her fingers through their thick, dark hair. Stan’swas a little longer than Goa’s and finer, softer. Goa’s hair, aswell as having thicker strands, was more blue-black where Songstan’swas brown-black.

Their lips felt different on her, too. Stan’s were softer, lighter,warmer. Goa’s action was more nibbling and dominant, demanding herbody respond to him, while Stan was teasing her body into compliance.She realized this meshed with their characters, Goa the olderbrother, a more take-charge personality, Stan a lighter, morecooperative, more accessible person. But right now her body was fartoo aroused for her to think about anything other than an orgasm.With a hand on each head, she tugged at their hair. “Please, I needto come so bad.”

At her words, she felt two cocks press damply against her legs. Ha!They need to come as much as I do.

Stan sat up beside her shoulders, lifted her head onto his thigh, andheld his cock near her mouth. Mmm, this close up, it looked more thanyummy. Stan’s cock was long and thick, standing straight out fromhis groin and its nest of black curls, the stalk red and the head adeep reddish-purple with need. His balls looked hard and tight, drawnup close to his body. Oh yes, Stan was in agony with desire, shecould tell.

Delicately, she flicked her tongue out and swiped it over the head.Stan groaned. Shiloah smiled to herself and licked him again andagain. His taste was delicious—spicy and salty with just theslightest hint of tartness. She wrapped her tongue right over thehead then sucked him deep into her mouth. He was broad and filledher, but she sucked again and enjoyed the fullness and his rich,spicy scent.

Shiloah lifted a hand up to control Stan’s cock herself, feedinghim into her mouth a bit at a time, enjoying every inch of him,sliding her tongue up and down his erection, tasting every bit ofhim, pressing her tongue into his long vein and feeling his pulsethrob with a need she shared.

Then she slipped the tip of her tongue under the ridge where the capjoined the head. The skin felt a little different there, the textureslightly softer, spongier. Shiloah let him slide out a fractionbefore sucking him deep again, and Stan gave a long moan. “Shiloah,you feel so good. You’re killing me here.”

She sucked gently on Stan as she concentrated on enjoying the weightof Goa sliding between her legs. His hard-muscled legs nudged herseven farther apart. His broad shoulders were just in her line ofsight, the corded muscles of his arms braced beside her body.

The wide, flat head of Goa’s cock pressed between her pussy lips,then slid inside. Automatically, her tissues spread, opening apathway for him. Oh my, he felt good, filling her, stretching her tothe limit. Goa pushed in farther and farther until his balls weresnugged up firmly against her skin. Then he picked up her ass, tiltedher hips upward, placed her legs on his shoulders, and pressed inanother fraction of an inch. He filled her totally, her walls claspedtightly around him. He felt so good.

And Stan’s cock in her mouth felt good, too. The slight curve madehim a delight to suck as her tongue wrapped around his head or slidup and down his shaft.

Goa pulled out of her pussy slowly, gradually, until just his cap wasstill inside, then pushed back in, a little faster, a little harder.Then he withdrew once more, moving with more speed now, and thrustingharder and deeper.

With her mouth on Stan’s cock, Shiloah mimicked Goa’s actions.She did her best to match his speed and direction, sucking Stan in asfar as she could, running her teeth gently along his rod as shereleased him, only to suck him right inside again.

Goa gripped her hips in his big, strong hands, thrusting harder andfaster now, pounding into her, rocking her body on the big bed.Shiloah kept one hand on Stan’s cock to control his depth into hermouth. With the other, she cupped his balls, rolling them in theirsac, noticing how hard and tight they were.

Her orgasm was close now, the ball of desire in her core coiled uphard and tight like Stan’s balls. She tilted her head right back,opening her throat to slide Stan’s cockhead as far down as it wouldgo. As flames of need roared inside her belly she swallowed Stan,then released him an inch or two, hollowed her cheeks, and suckedhard. Stan groaned and a burst of hot cum hit the back of her throat.Quickly, she let him out a little more so she could swallow properly,then lost the ability to think at all as Goa slammed into her, and anexplosive orgasm powered through her, spreading from her cunt upthrough her body and almost blowing the top off her head. Her legsshook, her toes curled back to the soles of her feet, and her entirebody was racked with wave after wave of release, tingling throughevery nerve ending.

Berengaria Brown

http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/

December's Hot Pick

2011-12-06T09:12:00.001-05:00

December's Hot Pick--Justin Timberlake

Hi, my name is Cindy and I'm a closet Justin Timberlake fan. (Hi, Cindy).

Okay, so I said it. I'm hurtling toward forty and I like Justin Timberlake. I like his music (the solo stuff), I like his swagger and I love his sense of humor. His smoking body doesn't hurt either, but really I started to like him when he appeared on SNL as a giant breast implant. (Bring it on down to Plasticville). No, I wasn't fond of NSYNC--at the time I was too old for the boy band mania--but now that JT has hit the big three-oh, he's looking oh so good. He must be like fine wine, getting better with age. He's also shown himself to be a truly funny and charming actor with a self-deprecating sense of humor I can't resist. He stole the show in FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS. Yes, I was watching movies yesterday instead of writing. But like I said on FB yesterday, I blame Justin. He's just too damn yummy. And that's why my hot pick for December is Mr. Timberlake.

Check out the entire HOT LIST on my website: http://cindyjacks.com/

Sexy Saturday with Tory Richards

2011-12-03T10:15:00.001-05:00

Every Monday I post man candy on my blog. And today I'm sharing some of my personal favorites. Enjoy!

So...maybe you should stop in on Monday:)

Tory Richards

Thursday Threesome by Berengaria Brown!

2011-12-01T08:00:00.000-05:00

Please welcome my guest today--Berengaria Brown! Today we'll be drooling over--er, I mean discovering her POSSESSIVE PASSIONS series and enjoying an excerpt from SHARED POSSESSION. Yea, Berengaria!
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There are three books in the“Possessive Passions” series:

“Possessive Passions” Book 1:“Shared Possession”:

Chevaunne is abducted by three brotherswho take her to a new world where brothers share one wife, who istheir treasured possession. Jim, Sam, and Paul have waited years tofind the perfect woman, and when they see Chevaunne, they knowimmediately she is the one for them.

After a mind-blowing night with thethree men, Chevaunne marries them the next day in front of the entirecommunity. Now she has to learn a totally new life—a new culture,new ways of doing everything. But the sex is amazing, her men areconsiderate and loving, and Chevaunne is making friends and settlingin.

Soon, though, she begins to wonder ifshe’s losing her mind. No matter how happy she is, she waskidnapped, after all! What was she thinking when she agreed to stay?

Buy Link:http://www.bookstrand.com/shared-possession

“Possessive Passions” Book 2: “Possess Me”

Shiloah, a New Thimphu native, isenvious of her friend Chevaunne's newfound happiness with her men andwants that kind of love for herself. She has enjoyed working with theluscious Stan and Goa on The Grandparents' Garden. But now theproject is finished, so how will she see them again?

Stan and Goa abduct Shiloah from thegarden's grand opening ceremony and make love to her all night long.The next day, she marries them both in a traditional ceremony. Butwhen Shiloah and her men are offered the chance to run a farmaboveground, she has to consider her mother, Orna, who helps Shiloahrun her business and is terrified of life outside the security oftheir community.

Shiloah is torn between loyalties. Canshe find a way to keep everything that is dear to her—her mother,her business, and explosive sex with two men she loves?

Buy Link:http://www.bookstrand.com/possess-me

“Possessive Passions” book 3“Ultimate Possession”

Kiri is abducted by two men who tie herup and demand she have sex with them. If she satisfies them they’llmarry her. Kiri is terrified, but angry. When one of them orders herto suck him she threatens to bite his cock off.

The men reveal themselves as George andWang, brothers she has loved for years. They were testing her lovefor them. She’s still angry, but understands they had to be certainof her feelings, while not approving of their methods. What followsis a night of intensely passionate sex, as the men claim her over andover again.

Kiri soon settles into her new life,but now Anh is very lonely. Kiri wants her to have days of romanceand fun, and nights filled with never-ending orgasms, too.

Buy link:http://www.bookstrand.com/ultimate-possession

“Possessive Passions” Book 1“Shared Possession” ADULT Excerpt:

“Say yes, Chevaunne. Say we can fuck you. Say yes now, please.”

That was Jim, the oldest brother. They all looked so similar. Alltanned, all with black hair and dark eyes so deep a brown they werealmost black. But Jim had much broader shoulders than the others andwas more muscular everywhere. And hell yeah, she did mean everywhere.They were all naked. As was she.

“Come on, Chevaunne. You want us. I can feel how much.”

That was Sam, the middle brother. His fingers were deep in her cunt,doing incredible things inside her. His long, educated, talentedfingers. He was the tallest of the three, and his cock was thelongest, too. Not that they’d lined their cocks up for her tomeasure or anything, and not that the other two were lacking in thatdepartment either. But oh yeah, Sam had length to spare.

Paul, the youngest brother, lifted his mouth off her breasts. “Thiswill be the best sex of your life. We’ll make you come again andagain and again. Say the words, beautiful lady. Say we can fuck younow.”

Chevaunne’s hormones and libido were in overdrive. She’d neverbeen so aroused in her life before. Sam’s fingers tormented herpussy. Jim’s were teasing her anus, slipping inside every now andthen to rub the tissues of her walls, softening and loosening hermuscles there. She knew what he had in mind and wanted him in there.And Paul’s mouth was doing amazing things to her breasts and belly.

If it wasn’t for the fact they still had her wrists bound and tiedto the headboard of the bed, she might have forgotten that they’dkidnapped her. She had no idea where she was, as she’d been broughthere inside a delivery truck with no windows. Paul had been thedriver, and Jim and Sam had explained a few things about them andthat they all wanted to marry her. But hell, she had no way ofknowing this wasn’t some weird cult, and she was agreeing to be asex slave. How could one woman marry three men? Those religions whenone man had several wives, they weren’t actually legal here, werethey?

Jim held her face between his two strong, tanned hands. He tilted herchin up and possessed her mouth. It was the hottest kiss she’d everhad. He seemed to draw her entire mind and spirit out with histeasing, probing tongue. He stroked the insides of her cheeks, as histongue danced with hers. He rimmed her teeth, and then he thrust histongue hard and deep into her mouth, pulling all her air, her breath,her life force from her.

When they broke apart, she struggled to draw oxygen into her lungs.“Say yes,” he whispered into her ear as he licked and nibbled onthe rim of it.

“Say yes,” added Paul after he licked a line around theundersides of both breasts.

“Say yes,” said Sam, curling his fingers up to stroke over hersweet spot then biting her clit gently.

“Yes!” she screamed as she orgasmed hard over his fingers andharder still as Jim thrust a second finger into her ass, stroking thewalls drawing her climax out harder and longer.

Berengaria Brown

http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/

http://berengariabrown.webs.com/

Sexy Saturday

2011-11-26T05:00:00.000-05:00

My first post here on sexy Saturday I decided to jump right into it. What do you consider a turn on? A glance that says I want you baby? A tongue running along the edge of Angelina Jolie size lips that screams I'm hungry...for you? Hard nipples? A sausage size erection pounding behind a tight zipper? I'm talking Kielbasa big ladies. All of those things might be considered sexy, if the build up is right. I went to a church dance many years ago and this goober, who I didn't even know, decided rubbing his hard-on against my thigh was a turn on. It was the complete opposite to me. I didn't wait for the dance to end before pulling out of his arms.

It wasn't Kielbasa size either!

So, what turns you on? I've written a few Ellora's Cave Quickies. But don' let the title line fool you into thinking you'll be left wanting if you read any of my books. The build up might happen fairly fast because of the history between the hero and heroine, but the final climax is a long, slow ride of spine tingling, pleasure building explosions that go on and on. They're hot! And below is a teaser of one of them.

Blurb - Months of running into her sexy new neighbor have taken a toll on Alexis’ libido. There’s interest in his smoky gaze every time they meet, but he seems reluctant to ask her out. They never share more than a slight nod and a polite hello. She’s about to take matters into her own hands when she finds herself thrown into a situation that could end her life.

With nothing but erotic fantasies of Alexis to warm his bed at night, Reid knows he has to stay away from her until his undercover assignment is over. But when a cold-blooded initiation to prove he’s trustworthy forces him to involve her, nothing can keep him from claiming her.

Breathless Surrender Excerpt -
Reid entered the room quietly. His gaze immediately zeroed in on Alexis. He swore beneath his breath and thanked god she hadn't been there long. She was hanging by her arms in the center of the room, feet dangling inches from the concrete floor. Blindfolded, gagged and almost naked. They'd stripped her, leaving on only her red lacy bikini panties. He knew she was wearing a matching bra, too, the kind that emphasized her full breasts by pushing them over the top. The first time he'd laid eyes on her he'd been able to examine their perfection. Now her jet-black hair, long and thick, hid her breasts from his view.

His gaze skimmed over the room, taking note of the two-way mirror covering the wall, giving whoever was on the other side a bird's eye view of everything that went on. He clenched his teeth-he knew what they expected him to do. This was a test to see if he made the cut and could be trusted. One of several, he'd been informed. And Reid knew he'd have to see it through to the end.

Or he and Alexis would both die.

Except for the bed, which he was supposed to make use of, there was no furniture in the room. Walking quietly toward Alexis, Reid let his gaze roam over her lovely shape from the top of her bent head down to her painted toes. How many months have I imagined her without her clothes on? Nothing escaped his scrutiny. From what he could see, she was flawless, her skin like a sun-kissed peach. Healthy, with a natural sheen, toned where it needed to be, soft where it mattered. There was no movement to indicate she was alive until he saw the slightest stirring of her belly when she breathed.

Reid walked slowly around her. His gaze explored the enticing swell of her ass, the graceful curve of her hips and small waist. Damn... the sight of her is arousing. He felt something hot twist in his gut and his cock began to swell. He hadn't expected it to be this easy, not with an audience. But then this was Alexis, and he'd been aching for her. His mission was simple and crude. He was supposed to fuck her and, he feared, kill her. He couldn't afford to fail and see six months of hard work go down the drain. Not when the end was so close.

It was a stupid initiation, but he was dealing with a freak, Juan Rodriguez. A weirdo who got his kicks playing games with other people's lives to suit himself. The only way Rodriguez felt he could trust anyone new in his organization was to make them perform an act they found reprehensible, to prove they were as unscrupulous and evil as he was.

Reid came to a halt in front of Alexis, standing for a moment and just staring at her. She gave no sign that she knew he was there. But instinct told him that she did. Reid gave her credit. She had to be terrified, yet she remained quiet. No screaming out or pleading for release, no twisting at the rope binding her wrists in an effort to break the restraint. The only sign of her turmoil was the tear tracks lining her cheeks.

Resisting the urge to look at the two-way mirror again, his gaze dropped down her body slowly, feeding the need uncurling and growing in his belly. He'd never had to perform with an audience before. Could he do it? The need to see more of Alexis prompted him to reach forward. He answered his own question when he pushed her hair back to expose her luscious breasts. The shape of her full, sensuous body was hot enough to bring him to full arousal.

Ellora's Cave
Tory Richards

Upcoming Release from Clare Dargin!

2011-11-17T11:58:00.001-05:00

Please welcome my spotlight author today, Clare Dargin. *Drooling* Love That cover!
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Blurb

Plaguedby a demon his entire life, Marius Zenward will stop at nothing tofree himself from this horrible curse. Captivated by his mystery andtorn by her desire, Corrigan Heilyn longs to be with him but is heldat bay by the horrible secret that follows Marius from town to town.

Willthe magic that he possesses set them free?

Excerpt

CorriganHeilyn's desire for Marius was palpable. Her body cried out for histouch. His strong heavily muscled arms gently caressed her body andheld her close. The gentle musk from his skin tickled her nose asshe leaned in close to feel her lips tap against his stubbled chin.

Mariusparted his lips allowing his ruby red tongue to peak through. Theylicked her lips ever so gently before she parted hers allowing it toslip inside her mouth. His kiss was ever so sweet and gentle. Yether body was on fire. As he pulled her close only one thought was inher mind...

Ineed you.

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Sneak Peek at SMUGGLER'S BLUES

2011-11-07T08:00:00.000-05:00

Captain Brett Logan from LANDLOCKED is back...and badder than ever!

I'm thrilled to announce a new series with Ellora's Cave titled PIRATES AT HEART. Book two SMUGGLER'S BLUES brings back Captain Brett Logan Jr. and his lovely bride Kate. Book three, SAILOR'S KNOT introduces the new generation of Logan pirates, Brett's sons--Marcus and Nathaniel. Here's a sneak peek at book two. Hope you enjoy the unedited excerpt of my work-in-progress! Stay tuned for covers and release dates!

Excerpt:

From the shine on the hardwood floor, Logan could tell his boot strikes would’ve echoed through the renovated warehouse had it been empty, but the place was far from empty. A gleaming hardwood bar ran the length of the far wall, patrons crammed around it waving whatever payment they had available at the overworked bartenders. Polished brass fixtures hung from regular intervals along the walls which also bore a blood red brocade accented with a wooden chair rail and wainscoting. At least Logan believe it was called wainscoting, but what the hell did he know about interior decorating?

As for the entertainment, it was comprised of showgirls strutting around in elaborate costumes—a topic about which Captain Brett Logan Jr was well verse, at least before he’d met Kate. They wore bejeweled bikinis with ruffled bras and peacock-like feathers hung from their plump backsides. Which made sense, the speakeasy was called The Tailfeather. One slinked by him, offering a private dance, but he declined as he fiddled with his wedding band.

The live band struck up an old Disco number from last millennium and the girls began to shimmy and gyrate in ways that were impossible to ignore. He smiled to himself, letting his gaze roam over the jiggling mounds of flesh for just a second, then turned away. He might be married, but he wasn’t dead from the waist down.

“Captain Logan,” a voice boomed to his left drawing his attention. A corpulent man who was sweating bullets through his velvet waistcoat held out a pudgy, sausage-fingered hand.

Logan took it and firmly pumped it twice before letting go. “You must be Mr. Boudreaux. Pleasure to meet you.”

“Pleasure’s all mine.” The man’s eyes held a wolfish gleam, one Logan was not entirely comfortable with.

“And please, call me Big Daddy. Everyone does.”

Big Daddy’s hand came to rest on Logan’s shoulder, a toothy grin wrinkled the fat man’s veined cheeks.

Removing the offending hand, Logan shook his head. “If it’s all the same to you, I’ll stick with Mr. Boudreaux.”

“Daddy issues?” The man laughed and snorted.

“You could say that.”

“You can call me whatever you like, just don’t call me late for dinner.”

Logan forced a smile on his face.

“Shall we adjourn to my private booth?”

Leaning over to Jacques, Logan spoke in his first mate’s ear. “If I’m not back in an hour, come rescue me.”

“Oui, mon capitaine. “ Jacques threw back a shot.

Logan followed the fat man. “Mr Boudreaux, how is it that you run such an obvious nightclub in the RSA without getting raided and shut down?”

“Captain, I run six such clubs. All it takes is a lot of friends and a lot of bribes.”

Well that made sense. Logan had bought himself out of a scrape or two, but this…this club offered every manner of excess and debauchery. It flew in the face of all the Reformers supposedly held sacred. The body was a temple, sobriety, piety and chastity being their own reward. Yadda, yadda, yadda.

Big Daddy led the way upstairs to a loft space that held a small bar manned by a bartender who stood at the ready, an enormous horseshoe shaped booth and was staffed by five of the most stunning showgirls Logan had ever seen. The redhead in the group fluttered her fingers at him, a flirtatious hello. Logan dipped his head, trying to be polite.

“I see you like my private stock.” Big Daddy huffed, scooting in to the booth.

“To be honest, it’s all a bit rich for my blood.” Logan took a seat on the opposite end of the horseshoe.

“Is it now? I must’ve gotten some bad information. I’ve heard Captain Loco Logan is quite the wild man.”

The flirty showgirl set a double shot of bourbon in front of Logan and some sort of pink mixed drink in front of Big Daddy. She stood next to Logan, bouncing to the strains of music that filtered up from downstairs.

“It’s true, I used to be, but I’m just an old married man now.”

“Hell, live a little son.” Big Daddy motioned for the girl to get closer to Logan which she hurried to do. “Just cuz you’re on a diet don’t mean you can’t sample the menu.”

“I don’t think that’s how the saying goes.”

The man’s snorting laughter alone made Logan feel dirty, but the girl’s hand skittering up his thigh made him feel even worse. How old was she? Maybe eighteen or nineteen at best?

He caught her hand, shaking his head. “Young lady, I am old enough to be your father.”

“This is Mabel. She has daddy issues too so it’s all right, Captain. What happens at The Tailfeather—”

“Would get me kicked out of my own house and rightfully so.” Logan interrupted. “What’s say we get down to business, Mr. Boudreaux.”

“What ever you’d like, Captain.” With a flick of his pasty hand, Big Daddy dismissed the girl. “Just trying to show you a good time.”

“I get that, but like I said, I’m just on old married man these days.” Logan took a pull from his glass. The smooth bourbon warmed his chest.

“Gotcha.” Big Daddy took a sip of his drink. “So here’s what’s on the table.”

The man went on to detail the complicated supply chain from his distillery in Republic occupied Gulfland to the seven clubs he owned in the RSA. All were located along the Gulf Coast between New Orleans and Tampa. He’d had a steady source for two years until last month when said importer ran afoul of a Reformer AK47.

“The work isn’t without its risks,” Big Daddy drawled, “which is why I’m willing to pay good money.”

“What’s good money to you?”

“Twenty thousand Republic credits a month.”

“Fifty.”

“Oh you’ll have to do a lot more for me than run moonshine for that kind of money, Captain. Twenty-five.”

“Thirty-five and I’ll make the drops to each of your clubs. That way you don’t have to move the stuff over land.”

Big Daddy mulled it over. “Fine. Thirty-five…if my shipments are on time and in tact.”

“Don’t worry about that. I run a tight crew. They’ll be no barrels that come up missing.”

“I’ve heard that about you. I’ve also heard you go where other men fear to tread. You come highly recommended.”

“I get the job done.”

“Then we have an agreement.” Big Daddy held out his hand. Logan shook it brusquely, releasing as quickly as he could.

“I’ll need first month’s payment up front.”

“Mabel, bring Daddy his briefcase from the safe and another round of drinks. We have some celebrating to do.”

A half-hour later Logan descended the stairs, a brand new duffel bag stuffed with Republic credits in tow.

Jacques greeted him with a sly smile. “Is that what I think it is?”

“It is…and then some. I got the motherfucker for thirty-five.”

His grin broadening, Jacques crowed, “Laissez les bons temps roulez.”

“Yeah, except let’s get the hell out of here and to a real bar.” Logan settled his black Stetson on his head and sauntered toward the door.

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Haven't read the first book in this series LANDLOCKED? Get your copy today at Ellora's Cave!

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We have winners!

2011-11-03T08:53:00.000-04:00

I'd like to thank everyone who participated in both my Coffee Time Romance and Bewitching Blog Hop contests. Alas, there can only be one winner per contest so please congratulate Gloria and Cameron! They both received a copy of PHANTOM TOUCH and a $10 Amazon Gift Card. YAY, Gloria and Cameron!

But don't fret! Even if you didn't win, I really appreciate everyone who stopped by and there will be more chances to win some bad girl fiction this month and also in December. Can't wait that long? PHANTOM TOUCH and other hot Cindy Jacks titles are always available at Ellora's Cave http://www.jasminejade.com/m-683-cindy-jacks.aspx and if you're in the mood for some paranormal erotic romance, take a look at my CJ Elliott titles http://cobblestone-press.com/catalog/author/cjelliott.htm.

Hope everyone had a safe and fun Halloween...

Bewitching Trick-or-Treat Blog Hop!

2011-10-28T08:32:00.000-04:00

Welcome Bewitching Blog Hop trick-or-treaters! First I'd like to thank Drea Becraft for putting together such an ambitious event! I have two deliciously wicked excerpts for you. Leave a comment for the chance to win an e-copy of PHANTOM TOUCH, an e-copy of CRY WOLF and a $10 Amazon gift card (YAY!)

From my alterego CJ Elliott, here's a peek at CRY WOLF, the third in the Four Brothers Clan series! Enjoy :) http://cobblestone-press.com/catalog/author/cjelliott.htm

The youngest brother of the wolf shifter clan, Aimé des Quatre-Frères can see the future, but his powers fail him when he needs them most. As Aimé turns to dangerous methods to rekindle his visions, Natalie enters his life. Natalie’s having visions for the first time and seeks Aimé’s guidance to control her new “gift.”

The attraction to the elfin beauty is immediate, but as her mentor, Aimé knows he must focus on her education. Despite his best efforts, desire overwhelms them. Aimé takes her to his bed for a different kind of education--her first foray into love.

Excerpt:

“What's wrong?” Aime asked. Her mind raced—worries, fears, desires
flew by so quickly Aimé couldn’t get a read on her.
Natalie didn't answer at first, her gaze darting around the room.
“It's all just noise.”
“Try to sort it out.”
“I can't.” She grasped his wrists and pushed his hands away from
her cheeks. “I can't concentrate.”
He raked his fingers through his hair and then put his hands on his
hips. “Why not?”
With a sigh, she jabbed a finger at him. “Because of you. That's
why.”
“What am I doing to distract you?”
She stood in front of him, arms crossed over her bosom. Glancing
up at him, she pursed her lips then parted them, but didn't speak. Body
heat rolled off her in waves, and suddenly Aimé understood. She left her
thoughts uncloaked; images of the two of them embroiled in a kiss danced
in his mind's eye.
Desire surged through him, but he wrangled the undisciplined
emotion. It'd been decades since he'd taken a lover. His uncle had taught
Aimé to live outside his corporal needs, which wasn't to say liaisons were
forbidden… Aimé struggled with the decision to act on what he felt for
Natalie.
“You're angry with me?” she asked, interrupting his internal
dialogue.
“No. Not at all.” He started to reach for her hand, but stopped
himself.
“Maybe we should stop for now.”
“Yes, of course. If you need to take a break…by all means.” He
walked to the writing table, poured a glass of wine, and then drained it.
The family vintage warmed his chest and stoked his courage.
“I'll come back in the morning.” She gathered her journal.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” he asked.
She froze, but remained silent.
Aimé took a hesitant step toward her. Still, she didn't move or
speak. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils; the wolf in him longed to
break free and take her. He turned and leaned against the desk, shoulder
to shoulder with her though she faced the opposite direction. Dipping his
head, he positioned his mouth close to her ear. The warmth of her skin
overwhelmed him, and he swallowed hard.
“I haven't felt this way in a long time,” he murmured.
She whispered her reply. “I never have.”
“You didn't answer me—do you want me to kiss you?”
She gave a small nod, but then turned her face away from him.
A hand on her waist, he walked around to her and wedged his hip
between her and the writing table. She tried to turn away again, but he
caught her chin. “Look at me…please.”
Her gaze met his, but she blinked rapidly as if it hurt to look at
him. “I've never kissed anyone.”
He furrowed his brow. “You're almost two hundred years old and
you've never kissed anyone.”
“I told you I’m just the caretaker. No one takes much notice of me.”
“Mmm. Well, now I have to kiss you. I can't let this insanity go on,”
he teased.
Her face turned pink, and she gave a halfhearted chuckle. Relaxing
her posture, she tilted her head toward him, resting her forehead against
his cheek. He inhaled her sweet breath and ran his nose over the bridge of
hers. Hovering there, he looked at her lips, then into her eyes, and then
down again at her mouth.
He positioned a hand at the small of her back and shifted her so she
stood in front of him, their lips so close that his tingled. With a sigh, he
leaned a bit closer, touching his mouth to hers. Joined like this, he could
hear her thundering heartbeat and read her racing thoughts. She liked
kissing him, but it also frightened her a little.
Opening his mouth, he licked at her tongue with just the tip of his.
Heat and electricity coursed through her body, but she pulled away.
Her voice shook as she said, “That's enough…for now.”
Aimé brushed her cheek with the back of his hand and then
pressed a soft peck there. “Are you all right?”
She gulped in a staccato breath, pushing past him.
“Natalie—” He tried to catch her hand, but she rushed from his
chamber and out the door.
He sank his head into his hands and admonished himself. “Stupid,
stupid, stupid, Aimé.”
There was a reason he didn't dabble in love. It only led to
distraction and heartache he could ill afford.

And writing as Cindy Jacks, here's my hot new release from Ellora's Cave, PHANTOM TOUCH.
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Erika leads a quiet life—at least in the real world. But her alter-ego, Little Lottie, is a singer at a local club and engages in a wild online romance. For months she’s been communicating with a mysterious man, known only to her as the Phantom.

Her lover contacts her via texts, emails and instant messages. When he offers to fulfill her desires in real life, she can’t refuse. The only condition to meeting for their sizzling assignations—he wears a mask to hide his true identity. Despite his reluctance to reveal himself to Erika, he tears down her inhibitions and unleashes her suppressed passions, taking possession of her body and soul.

Erika may have finally found the one man who can sate her every longing…if only he would show her the man behind the mask.

Excerpt:

In one fluid motion, the Phantom entered Erika's condo and wrapped his arms around her. Crushing his mouth to hers, he coaxed her lips open and slid his tongue over hers.

Breathless, she pushed him away gently, stammering, “I-I thought we’d talk, have some wine…”

She took a moment to drink in his appearance—a black dress shirt and black pants with a white silk scarf hanging loosely around his neck. And of course a white mask covered most of his face except his chin and mouth. Despite the dark clothing, his muscular build was apparent beneath it. As always, he portrayed a beautifully wrapped contradiction. Black and white. Strong but timid. Mysterious but completely open. Well…not completely. His raspy voice intruded on her musings.

“Haven’t we chatted enough online this week?” He ran his hand up her thigh, hooking a thumb in the waistband of her panties. “But if you want…”

“No.” She wrapped a leg around him, pressing against his hard abdomen. “Silly me, what was I thinking?”

Without warning, he scooped her up. “Which way to your bedroom?”

She pointed to the right. Carrying her down the hall seemed to take little effort. In her room he laid her out on the bed, sitting next to her. From his pocket, he pulled several strips of satiny fabric.

As soon as she realized what they were for, she bolted upright. Fantasizing about bondage and allowing him to tie her up were two very different things. “What do you think you’re going to do with those?”

“Relax, love.” He caressed her face. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do. I thought this was what you wanted.”

A flush spread through her chest and raced between her thighs. “I do. But…”

His hand meandered down her torso, grazing over her erect nipple. “But…?”

Her heart nearly clattered out of her chest. Easing herself backward to lie on the bed, she wondered what spell he held over her. The boundaries he helped her cross—they intoxicated her, but she’d never trust anyone else like this.

“Do you remember the safe word?” he asked.

“Chandelier.”

He nodded, his fingers hitching up the skirt of her dress. “So…?”

She swallowed hard. “Okay. But if it turns out to be too much—”

“I’ll stop.” He stood, pulling one of the ties through his hand. “I just want to please you, Erika.”

His words held her fear at bay, the heat building between her legs winning out over the nervous churning of her stomach. Her hand trembling, she reached out to touch his mask but he shied away. A surge of empathy coursed through her. Just what fueled his fear, she couldn’t say, but she knew one thing for sure—they were the same. Two people afraid of the real world and somehow they’d wound up here together, playing this game.

But it was their game. Their rules.

She pulled him to her, kissing him gently at first, then more urgently as she breathed in his scent. Her lips still to his she murmured, “Let’s do this.”

Without words, he spread out her limbs, carefully binding her arms to the posts of her headboard. Her cheeks flamed, the warmth spreading down her body reaching a pinnacle between her thighs.

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Happy Halloween!

Cindy

Happy Release Day to me!--PHANTOM TOUCH

2011-10-15T09:19:00.000-04:00

In case my four Facebook posts, Yahoo group pimping and umpteen tweets went unnoticed (LOL), I'm so excited to announce the release of PHANTOM TOUCH, available now at Ellora's Cave! As part of their Sex Bytes series, it's a modern day twist on the classic Phantom of the Opera tale.
http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9623-phantom-touch.aspx

Erika may have finally found the one man who can sate her every longing…if only he would show her the man behind the mask.

Excerpt--

An Excerpt From: PHANTOM TOUCH

Seven p.m. on the dot, Erika logged in as Little Lottie. Immediately a chat window opened. It was the Phantom.

Good evening, love, so glad to have you all to myself. *Folding my arms around you*.

Hey you. *giving you a kiss*. I agree. It’s the best time of the day. So what melody have you been batting around?

Check it out.

He sent her a link to his online storage drive. The MP3 file took less than a minute to download. Queuing up the file, she chewed at her thumbnail.

Stop chewing your nails.

Erika grinned.

It’s spooky when you do that. How’d you know I’m biting my nail?

You always chew on yourself when you listen to music. Or when you’re nervous.

It’s really not fair that you’ve seen me, but I’ve never seen you.

That you know of ;)

LOL, right. That I know of.

Did you hear the track?

Listening now.

She queued up the sound file on her computer and pushed play. Strains of piano chords streamed from the speakers. Picking up her guitar, she worked out the chord progression.

Love the D minor sprinkled in.

A touch of Phantom, just for you.

Butterflies flitted around her stomach.

Can’t wait to touch my phantom.

*Caressing your face* We can take it slow on Saturday.

I don’t think I can. I’ve waited long enough.

Getting physical could be complicated.

Sorry. I don’t mean to press, but…what’s the big deal about getting physical?

After a few seconds, the Phantom answered.

Because it takes our relationship to another level.

I’m ready.

I’m not sure I am.

Erika gritted her teeth. She wanted to type WHY!!!!!!!! over and over and over again. But she didn’t. Instead, she replied,

Think about it. Please. I want to make love with you. I’m sure.

When you put it that way, it’s hard not to think about it.

Pun intended? ;)

Yep. I’m really hard.

Mmm, I’m sure that’s a condition I can help you with.

I’m sure. Tell me more.

Tucking a lock of hair behind one ear, she glanced around her living room as if to be sure no one was watching her. She chuckled at her own idiocy. She was alone as usual—she lived alone, for crissakes.

I want you to kiss me passionately, pin me to the wall with your body.

Oh yeah? And then let my hand slide up your thigh.

I part my legs for you and you push a finger inside me.

Are you touching yourself now?

Yes.

She slid her hand into her panties, stroking her clit.

Turn on your webcam.

She sighed.

Nope. Only if there’s quid pro quo.

Fine. Keep going.

She extracted the hand from between her thighs to write.

When I’m good and wet I want you to push your cock inside me.

Yeah.

And fuck me.

Yeah.

And come inside me as I come. I want to feel your juices dripping out of me.

OH YEAH. God, you are so hot.

She chewed at her thumbnail and cast a guilty look around her apartment. The curtains and shades were all drawn.

I’m not, but thank you.

Whatever. If you talk like that on Saturday, I won’t be able to control myself.

Her point exactly. If he could talk dirty like that here, what was his hang-up about Saturday night? Lacking the energy to beat a dead horse, she picked up her guitar. They spent the rest of the evening working on the music and lyrics to the new song the Phantom had begun composing. He understood music in a way she never had before. He spoke it like a language, composed full dialogues, telling her just how he felt in each chord progression. His talent awed her.

By midnight, Erika yawned and stretched.

I’m beat.

Get some rest then, my Little Lottie.

You too. Good night, Phantom.

See you tonight in your dreams.

Maybe Saturday I’ll fall asleep in your arms, she thought but didn’t tell him. She’d pushed him enough tonight.

Closing the chat window, she rose from her desk chair and shuffled off to bed. Gaston Leroux’s Phantom of the Opera was already queued up on her e-reader. She read the scene where the phantom keeps Christine captive, training her voice—the implication that he was also training her body.

Erika’s thoughts turned to her phantom. The idea of being bound and fucked by a mysterious stranger appealed to her more than she dared admit to herself. She didn’t know what to expect Saturday night but she still had her fantasies. Would he be gentle or would he take her by the hair, pinning her to the wall as he shoved inside her? Her heartbeat sped up just thinking about it, a familiar ache manifesting between her legs.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she looked at herself in the dresser mirror. One at a time, she undid the buttons of her pajama top. Teardrop-shaped breasts led to her soft abdomen and rounded hips. She wiggled out of her pants and knelt on the mattress, inspecting her naked form. As images of a dark figure stalking her spurred on her arousal, she stroked her skin.

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Interview with Ashley Marie Lucas!

2011-09-19T17:43:00.000-04:00

Please welcome my guest today, the talented Ashley Lucas! Her debut release is Moonlight Tales.
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Okay, Let's get to the good stuff!

How long have you been writing?

All my life. When I was young writing was a wonderful escape from reality. Now I just do it for fun. Write the things I love to write.

What's your favorite part of being a writer? Least favorite?

Favorite is easy writing characters I fall in love with. Least favorite….edits!! ohh that is such a badddddddd word

What draws you to m/m? Why do you think it's such a hot genre these days?

Well I write both m/f and mm because I feel love has no boundries. I write MM for women to read. So I write the things that make me want to read it, heart soul, and hotter than sin men how can a story go wrong. It is all about he connection and love, if you do not have that MM or M/F you cannot have a story.

Are you a "plotter" or a "pantser"? Why?

Pantser, the characters talk to me as I write….they drive the bus so to speak.

Tell us a little about your latest release.

Moonlight Tales

I have Phoebe’s wolf. This is a m/f book. Phoebe is a werewolf, she is a detective and plus sized. I wanted her to have an equally strong mate. So she has Jason alpha of the Silver moon pack. She is helping him solve a string of murders. She has some trials along the way, but in the end she gets her man more ways than one.

Where can we find you on the web?

Right now I have a blogger http://ashleylucasauthor.blogspot.com/

And facebook; Ashley Marie Lucas

What manuscripts do you have in the works right now? Any upcoming release days for us to mark on our calendars :) ?

I have a Halloween release coming up should be October 25^th this one is m/f and called the Purrfect man. Gia has hired a date for her cousin’s engagement party. Ohh and her cousin has stolen Gia’s ex and going to marry him. So Gia has hired Tristan. And Tristan is much more than meets the eye. He really is Purrrfect.

You're stranded on a desert island and you can only take three books with you, which three would they be?

HA My kindle cause I can hold a 1000 or more books …..see come one wouldn’t that work?

Landlocked by Cindy Jacks would be a must

Angel’s Wolf by Rebecca Royce

And anything by Bobby Michaels.

Since this is the "Bad Girl Writer's Block" who is your favorite historical "bad girl"? Why?

Hummm so many….I am going to say the spi girls from world war two. They used their wits and wiles to really do their job at high risk to themselves.

When you aren't writing, what do you like to do?

Crochet, I am published designer under another name… read and review

Anything else you'd like to share with us?

I have a three pound yorkie Kirby that helps me write. He keeps me on track too.

A question for readers?

What paranormal would you like to see in a story and why? What is over done in the paranormal world? What pairing would you like to see next m/m or m/f? would you like to see more Curvy girls in books?

Also would you like to run a contest?

I would like to give away a pdf of Moonlight Tales to a lucky reader

Thank you Cindy!

--Ashley Marie Lucas

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COVERAMA - Eliza Lloyd's WICKED LORD

2011-09-14T04:00:00.000-04:00

*Cindy wipes drool from her face* Lovely cover, isn't it? Congrats on the new release, Eliza!

http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9562-wicked-lord.aspx

Blurb:

Helene Cosgrove’s only passion is her art until she is betrothed to a respectable baron. Believing he will be the love of her life, she is crushed when her father ends the engagement. Helene is approached by a second suitor, the wicked Lord Redding, Edward Chase. She is duty bound to marry the scoundrel even though she despises him.

Redding happily snatches his rival’s betrothed and finds himself married to a woman of outstanding talents, utter radiance and innocent sexuality. Her haughty and summary rejection of him only spurs his desire to have her and prove to her he is as worthy of her love as her former swain. And what better way than to tutor her in his bed.

Helene is tempted by Redding in all the wrong ways. When he delivers her secret desires, she must reconcile her heart to the matter—deciding whether she loves Redding for who he is or for what he can do for her, in and out of the marriage bed.

Excerpt:

An Excerpt From: WICKED LORD

“Must you be so crude? Is there not some topic of which we might converse that doesn’t disintegrate into the profane? Literature, perhaps. Or mathematics?”

“You are a student of the sciences?”

“I enjoy mathematics particularly, but all of the sciences have appeal.”

“Tell me, what is the mathematical probability that I’ll have the privilege of deflowering you? One might conclude that I have a fifty-fifty chance, but I don’t know if you have had past interests who might have seduced you. Perhaps Preston didn’t know either.”

“The odds are one hundred percent, as you have married a respectable daughter of an earl.”

“One hundred percent? Yet you have offered no proof.”

“I offer nothing. If you have to be slightly uncomfortable waiting to find out, then so be it.”

“I will be more than slightly uncomfortable, but I think it is prudent to wait. And it seems you’ve forgotten that just two nights ago, you were attempting to sneak away with Preston.”

“Thank you, Lord Redding,” she said with feigned pleasantness. “Thank you for reminding me why I dislike you so very much.”

He was the disreputable rake again, slouching against the coach seat.

“I forgot to mention that you have magnificent breasts,” he said, grinning like a jackanapes.

Helene’s face flamed, but she could not look away from his hypnotic gaze that peered at her through strands of black hair. His simple words brought back every detail of last night’s unwelcome advances.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked.

“It is irrelevant whether I enjoyed it. It is my duty.”

“Duty? You wear that word like a badge of honor.”

“Is it not my duty to please my husband? To honor him?”

“Wife, I don’t think you have any idea how to please me.”

“You hardly know me.” She had much to give. In spite of her feelings for Alexander, she wouldn’t deprive her husband, but he didn’t seem to be interested in all those things she had been taught that could make his life comfortable and pleasing. “Given the right circumstance, and once I acclimate to my new life, I am sure you will find in me everything you could have hoped for in a proper wife.”

“I have a cook, a housekeeper, a valet who is almost like a mother—what else could you provide me that I don’t already have?”

“A shave.”

He laughed at her again. “Someday soon, I’m going to hold you to that. And mind you, it had better be worth the wait.” He shifted his legs and reached for her.

She squeaked. His quick pull had her sprawling unbecomingly. Her arms flailed as she sought purchase, coming into contact with his upper thigh and his arm, but he somehow guided her to his lap.

“Now about this getting to know you better.” He pressed his mouth to her neck.

Helene gasped, the shock tingling over her skin. “My lord, that is not what I had in mind and you know—”

His mouth came over hers, his teeth sank into her bottom lip and she whimpered. She was afraid to pull away. Her eyes were open wide but all she could see was the darkness of his skin, his cheek and one of his eyes, the lid closed. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see him at all.

He sucked on her lip, pulling it into his mouth and running his tongue across it. Her eyes popped open and she jerked away. “What are you doing?”

“Tasting you. Your lips are nearly the same color as your nipples, did you know that?”

“Please stop it. You are being vulgar.”

“No. Vulgar comes later when I have my mouth between your legs.”

Helene gasped, shoved her elbow against his chest and tried to free herself. “I am not one of your whores.”

His hands and arms kept her securely pinned against his body. “I happen to be discriminating. I don’t do that for just anyone, but for you… I think I’m going to enjoy seeing you speechless while my tongue commands you for a change.”

His mouth found her neck again. He used that wicked tongue along her collarbone. He nipped her chin with his teeth.

One of his wicked, quick hands searched under her short pelisse.

She attempted to slap his hand away. “This is hardly the time or place for such activities.”

“Lud, you live and breathe proper. Just so you know, I don’t mind wicked. If you wanted to undress for me now, I wouldn’t say you nay.”

“I would never do such a thing.”

“Well then, let me help you.” His hand slipped inside her dress, cupping a handful of her breasts.

She wiggled again, trying to get away. One of the buttons of her bodice came free and she felt her breasts threaten to spill over. Then he slipped the first hook of her corset. It was oddly disconcerting, as everything was happening under her pelisse. “You must stop. I cannot relace my stays if you continue.” His hands were everywhere and she tried to keep him in check.

“I know how to lace a gown.”

“Not in a moving carriage!”

“It is a bit more difficult, yes.”

He worked another button loose and then slipped another of the stay clasps free. She pressed her hand to her bodice, trying to keep it from coming completely undone.

He pushed the sleeves of her dress down.

Her last defense slipped away as he untied the frogs of her pelisse, revealing her breasts fully. Edward smiled and lowered his lips to the flesh overflowing the top of her chemise. One hand cupped her below and lifted her breast to his mouth. Helene fought against the rising tension. He could upset her equilibrium so easily.

His tongue lapped along her skin. When he looked up again, he said, “You aren’t doing your duty, Lady Redding.”

“I would—I would if—”

“You want to please your husband, do you not?”

“Yes, but—”

“Then stop fighting me,” he ordered.

Helene heard the firm demand of his voice and did not know how to disobey him. Mama had repeated over and over again that Helene was to be faithful to her vows. Why had he picked obedience as the one vow to which he demanded that faithfulness?

She lowered her hands and closed her eyes, flaming with embarrassment and not a little bit of anger.

He lifted the wide swath of her skirts, pooling them in her lap while exposing one of her legs. He caressed her upper thigh, right above the tie of her stocking. She stared at his hand where his fingers moved in slow repetitive circles. Trying to breathe in the enclosed carriage became difficult, the hot air feeling like a dead weight against her chest. The heat from his mouth touched her neck, adding to her misery.

“Undo the rest of your buttons, Helene. I want to see all of you.”

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Happy Release Day to Karen Stivali!

2011-09-02T04:00:00.003-04:00

Please welcome my guest today, Karen Stivali! She's a fellow Ellora's Cave author and this is her publishing debut, YAY! Congrats, Karen :) http://www.jasminejade.com/m-743-karen-stivali.aspx

When Shari discovers that her fiancé has been cheating on her, she lets the wedding go on according to plan, except while everyone else is at the church, Shari is heading to the airport to fly off on her honeymoon with her best friend, Jon.

Jon is only too happy to help Shari escape what he knew would have been an awful marriage. Plus he’s thrilled by the prospect of time alone with her in a tropical paradise. He’s always loved her and desired her as a lot more than a friend.

A steamy, romantic night on the beach turns into a whirlwind of desire as they take their friendship to multiple new levels of passion. But when Shari’s apologetic ex tries to win her back, she must choose between the life she thought she was going to have with him and the possibility of love with Jon.

An Excerpt From: ALWAYS YOU

An afternoon of shopping was exactly what Shari needed to lift her spirits. She bought a new sundresses, a pair of beaded sandals and a silver cuff bracelet, all of which she planned to wear to dinner that night. She couldn’t help but notice the approving look Jon had given her when she’d tried on the sundress. It was white and clung to her in all the right places, showing off her boobs and the tan that was already glowing from the few hours they’d walked around in the Aruba sunshine.

She talked Jon into some new clothes as well. A blue linen shirt that she was hoping he’d leave unbuttoned a bit if he chose to wear it later. She handed a second shirt into the dressing room just for a chance to have a glimpse of him changing again. Watching the muscles across his broad shoulders sent ripples of pleasure through her. Has he always been this hot? How could I not have noticed?

The more she thought about it, the more she realized she had noticed. She’d caught herself staring at him more than once over the years. When he was helping her plant her garden last summer, shirtless and sweating in her backyard. When he’d helped her move, his arm muscles flexing each time he’d carried another box into her house. Running her fingers through his thick hair whenever he’d convince her to give him a haircut when he’d waited too long to get an appointment at the salon. She’d always brushed it off as a passing attraction, never giving it more serious thought. Now all of a sudden the thoughts seemed quite serious. She found herself wanting him in a way she’d never wanted anyone.

“You okay?” he asked, slinging an arm around her shoulders as they walked down the street. His touch made her legs feel loose and rubbery.

“I’m fine. I’m guessing this is much more fun than my actual honeymoon would have been.”

His lips pulled into a smile and he shot her a sideways glance, his hair sweeping low over his eyes. Her insides started to liquefy. He tugged her closer and kissed the side of her head, nearly causing her heart to stop. She imagined his lips elsewhere, everywhere. The thoughts had her so flustered she tripped on an uneven bit of sidewalk.

Jon caught her mid-fall. “Whoa.” He gripped her around her waist and she considered turning in his arms and kissing him.

Her cheeks flushed at the idea. What if he pushed me away? Sure, she’d caught him looking at her from time to time, but not once had he ever made a move on her. It seemed unlikely he thought of her “that way” and the last thing she wanted to do was fuck up their friendship.

“I think I need some coffee.” She pointed to a café on the corner.

While they were on line, she stared at Jon as he craned his neck to read the chalkboard menu that spanned the rear wall. He still hadn’t shaved and his stubbly face looked incredible. She imagined rubbing her cheek alongside his.

“You ready?” he asked.

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“To order. Do you know what you’re having? We’re next.”

She shook her head to clear it and noticed the woman behind the counter was looking at her impatiently. “I’ll have a large iced latte and the fruit salad.”

Jon had a small smirk on his face as he looked at her and she wondered what was going through his mind. Probably that she was behaving like a total ditz. “I’ll take a large iced coffee and a Cuban sandwich. And an order of sweet potato fries.”

“You like it spicy?” the girl asked, her eyes not leaving his.

Shari felt instantly annoyed at the woman. What if he were here with me? Wait, he is here with me. Who is this bitch to flirt with him so openly?

“The hotter the better.” He threw the counter girl his winning smile.

Did she actually just wink at him? Shari felt her nostrils flare as she headed to the other end of the counter to wait for their coffees.

Jon noticed the pissed-off look on Shari’s face the moment they sat down. “What’s wrong?” he asked, handing her two sugar packets from the white box on the table.

She tapped the small bags against her finger then ripped them open, dumping the contents into her coffee. “I can’t believe she flirted with you like that.”

Jon’s eyebrows popped up. “Why not? Is it so hard to imagine a woman being attracted to me?”

Shari’s mouth twisted into a grimace as she poked at her ice cubes with a straw. “What? No. But how did she know I wasn’t your girlfriend or your wife for that matter? I was standing right there.”

Is she jealous? He couldn’t keep the smile from creeping across his face. “Maybe she just couldn’t control herself.” Shari’s brow furrowed further and he laughed. “She was probably just hoping I’d toss some extra coins in the tip jar. What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing.” She took a sip of her coffee and reached for a third sugar packet.

The thought of her being jealous gave him a renewed sense of hope. Maybe she was finally starting to look at him differently. Maybe. His chest tightened as he thought about taking her hand.

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How I Spent My Summer Vacation

2011-08-29T08:00:00.001-04:00

Yes, it's true. I haven't been around much since June, but as my life online and my writing career has been on hold, by days IRL have blossomed. I spent one exceptional summer with my son. My lovely child--and as my reproductive future looks bleak--my only child. Together we discovered how to make it rain in a mason jar (it only takes some boiling water, plastic wrap and ice cubes). We rode roller coasters, flew with Harry Potter, went kayaking, read about Wimpy Kids (thanks to Jeff Kinney) and rhinoceroses for sale (because Shel Silverstein is brilliant). We stayed up late and ate too much candy. We rose early to watch the sun rise. We visited the beach and sank our toes in the sand and built castles replete with giant squid. We met up with my old friends and made new acquaintances with which to share freshly roasted s'mores. We laughed and cried and conquered a few times tables (3's and 4's most notably). It is, I hope, the summer by which his childhood is measured. The summer he will look back on and laugh and say, "Mom, remember when..."

Did I miss my quiet time, my time to imagine and dream and dare to pursue one perfect turn of phrase? Not as much as I would've thought. It was an exceptional summer. One I won't soon forget.

New Release--LANDLOCKED available today!

2011-06-15T09:01:00.000-04:00

If you love Capt. Jack, you'll adore Capt. Brett Logan. Part pirate, part cowboy...ALL bad boy. Landlocked is available today at Ellora's Cave. http://www.jasminejade.com/m-683-cindy-jacks.aspx

Blurb:

For ten years, Kathryn has struggled to survive in a war-torn region that used to be part of the United States. Her country ripped apart and her husband presumed dead, she and her son need a miracle to find safe passage to the West. She’s not expecting that miracle to come in the form of Captain Brett Logan when he stumbles, injured, onto her front porch.

A privateer for the Republic of Texas, Logan keeps one eye on the horizon and one hand on his sidearm, knowing the life of a modern-day pirate is often short. When an enemy bomb nearly ends him, Kathryn nurses him back to health. Against her better judgment, she’s drawn to the enigmatic man with his tattoos and battle scars.

Kate finds shelter in Logan’s arms—and his bed. The captain navigates her body with the same skill that he sails the seven seas. The heat of their passion gives way to deeper currents. But with danger surrounding them, they must struggle to stay together and survive.

Excerpt:

An Excerpt From: LANDLOCKED

No matter how many times she corrected herself, her gaze returned to his taut torso. In the light of day, the tattoos stood out against his tanned skin. Something about the tats intrigued her, made him seem more dangerous. Exciting. She’d never been with a man like that. Then she noticed another woman’s name scrawled across his chest.

He’s already spoken for, she reminded herself.

Wetting his hair, she brushed the fine strands away from his face. She lathered her hands again and set about scrubbing his scalp. Locks of hair slipped through her fingers like silk and more than once she smoothed them across her hand just because she liked the feel.

“Mm, that’s nice.” He looked up at her.

Her throat tight, she didn’t know how to reply. Ignoring the hammering of her heart, which echoed between her legs, she finished rinsing his hair with a few dipperfuls of water.

“Okay, you’re done.” She wiped her hands on her apron again.

“Thank you.” He sat up and blotted at rivulets of water that streamed down his sculpted neck.

“No big deal.”

He gave an impish grin. “It’s been awhile since a woman has touched me like that.”

Her cheeks grew hot and she tamped down the impulse to rake her fingers through his wet locks. Before she could stop herself, she asked, “Who’s Blanca?”

“What?”

“On your chest,” she pointed at the tat. “Who is she?”

He looked down at the rose on his chest. “An amazing woman who will never be mine. I’d had a bit too much tequila the night I got that tattoo, thought it might impress her. It didn’t.”

“You still have a relationship with her?”

“Not so much a relationship as an arrangement—her word, not mine.”

“Hmph. Should’ve known.”

Still toweling his hair, he asked, “What’s that mean?”

“Nothing.” Her cheeks burned hotter, anger replacing chagrin.

“It meant something.” He crossed his arms over his chest, arching an eyebrow.

“You’re just that kind of man. A girl in every port, a flagrant disregard for social standards. It’s that devil-may-care attitude that lets you stretch the limits of decency.”

“Oh yeah? How so?” His posture stiffened, he towered over her, leaning forward, his scent flooding her nostrils.

“Well, you know.” She dropped his gaze and busied herself cleaning up. “Roy says you run heroin for the Mexican cartels.”

“Heroin?” Furrowing his brow, he shook his head. “No. Hell no. I’ve never smuggled hard drugs like that.”

“‘Hard drugs’? Am I correct in assuming you’ve run what you’d consider ‘soft drugs’?”

Again he advanced on her, too close for comfort. “Sometimes during the course of a business deal, I have to be flexible. I do favors for powerful men and they procure the medical supplies and munitions I need. But it’s only marijuana or generic Viagra, maybe counterfeit painkillers. Nothing that would ever hurt anyone.”

“It could hurt me and my son, having a drug smuggler in the house.”

He narrowed his eyes. “But when I was just a gun-running pirate, that was okay?”

Kathryn slammed her hand on the counter. “As soon as you’re stable to travel, I want you out of my house.”

“What’s with you? First you don’t like me because I’m a Texan and Texans didn’t do enough to keep the Union together. Now you don’t like me because I’m willing to go too far for a cause I believe in. You’re an awfully hard woman to please.”

“Why on earth are you trying to please me in the first place?”

His gaze locked with hers and he sighed, but gave her no answer.

Of all the stubborn, skirt-chasing, infuriating men. Kathryn ground her teeth. He talked about casual sex and smuggling dope as if these activities were as normal as eating breakfast. A man who tattooed himself with a woman’s name on a drunken whim? Had he no respect, no boundaries?

Throwing her hands in the air, she headed for her bedroom, but Logan stepped in front of her. At first she thought it an act of aggression, but instead of malice or annoyance on his face, she saw something else flame in his eyes. One large, work-calloused hand glanced over her cheek and he brushed away a stray lock of hair.

“What do you think—?” she began to object. He put a finger to her lips and caught her around the waist. More barbed indignation sprang to mind but her mouth refused to cooperate. In fact her whole body had turned mutinous at the feel of his warm skin. Visions of her dream flashed through her mind.

His lips pressed to hers. Not a peck or a whisper of a kiss, but a full measure of passion. His tongue sought out hers, hot breath against her cheek, strong arms bound her torso to his. She gripped his shoulders, struggling to resist the fire raging between her thighs.

How long their embrace lasted, she couldn’t say, but when they parted she had to fight the urge to draw him in again.

Her eyelids heavy, she opened them halfway to see his look of amused satisfaction.

“Sorry, I interrupted you,” he murmured. “You were saying?”

Damned if she could remember. She touched her fingertips to her chin, her lips still tingling. Without another thought, she grabbed his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. The scent of his skin freshly shaven with her lavender soap filled her nostrils. Mixed with his body chemistry, the fragrance took on a woodsy musk. She inhaled again, unable to get enough.

Backing her against the table, he sent a few books and a pan of silverware clattering to the floor, not that either of them noticed. Her ears rang with the blood pounding through them, the same throb manifesting between her thighs. He moved his hands down to her backside, hitched up her skirt and scooped her up. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she clung to his neck, mouth hungry, their tongues intertwined.

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What Cindy Reads--Glass Slippers and Jeweled Masques by Denysé Bridger

2011-06-13T09:20:00.000-04:00

Okay, so it's no secret that I'm one of Denysé Bridger's biggest fans and her latest release, Glass Slippers and Jeweled Masques, proves why I love her so! She's undertaken a breathtaking re-telling of the classic fairy tale Cinderella for we grown up women who still long to be the belle of the ball.

Cindi Lancourte is the illegitimate daughter of a powerful businessman and a lovely woman who worked for him. Acknowledged when his wife died, she was quickly relegated to the role of servant by his new wife and step-daughters, but an invitation to a Masquerade gives this Cinderella a new shot at happiness with a handsome Prince Charming.

As always, Ms. Bridger delivers a genteel, but strong heroine and a dashing, handsome hero. Her voice is lyrical, each description a feast for the senses. Set against the backdrop of a lush fictional island nation, this short story will sweep you away into a world of romance, riches and triumphant true love. It's the perfect read for relaxing by the pool this summer or as a break from the Cinderella-esque drudgery of everyday life. Bravo, Ms. Bridger!

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Pirate Book Brew Today!

2011-06-06T09:06:00.000-04:00

Coffee Time Romance's monthly Book Brew is about pirates! Join me at http://coffeetimeromance.com/CoffeeThoughts/ for pirate-y fun, excerpts, prizes and more! Just to whet your appetite, I'll share a little snippet from my upcoming Ellora's Cave release, LANDLOCKED. If you love Capt. Jack Sparrow, you'll adore Capt. Brett Logan--Part pirate, part cowboy, ALL bad boy!

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Blurb:

Excerpt:

“Kate, do you have a razor?” Logan rubbed at his face, an inch of beard covering his jaw and chin.

“Sort of.” From a drawer, she produced a paring knife that had been ground to a straight edge. “Jonas used to use it.”

Handing it to him, she hesitated.

“If you don’t want me to use it…” he said.

She turned the handle over in her hand, plucking the blade with her thumb. “No. It’s fine, but it probably needs sharpening.”

Once finished with the whetstone, she offered him the knife, handle-side out.

“I-I don’t know how to use a straight razor,” he stammered, the implicit request hanging between them.

With a halfhearted chuckle, she pulled a chair up to the washbasin and motioned for him to sit. Stripping off his shirt, he settled into the seat, leaning back.

Wetting her fingertips, she lathered up her hands. No choice but to hover over him, she leaned in to soap his beard. His gaze flitted to her bosom and then straight ahead again, but the damage was done. Flames licked at her cheeks, racing down to her pussy. Ignoring the throbbing between her legs, she put a swipe of foam on each of his cheeks, over his chin and mustache. He looked like Santa Claus. She smiled at him and wiped lather from his lips. His mouth was softer than she’d thought it would be.

Though the weather had turned cooler, Kathryn fanned herself, heat radiating from beneath her clothes. “Do you mind if I open the kitchen window?”

“Not at all.”

She leaned across him and cranked the lever, letting in a breeze perfumed with basil and sage.

“It’s nice out today,” he said, a hitch in his voice.

“Yeah. It is.” She pulled up a chair and sat close to him. His breath smelled of her homemade peppermint toothpaste, warmth came off his skin in waves. Butterflies in her stomach distracted her for a moment but she managed to regain her focus on the task at hand.

Placing a hand on his strong shoulder, she steadied her first downward stroke. The razor scraped across his face with a scratching sound, revealing a fresh patch of hairless skin. After she’d finished one cheek, she gripped his chin with her thumb and forefinger, turning him to look the other way. His neck arched at an angle that showed off every sinewy muscle. Her gaze wandered down his body, the rise and fall of his broad chest, his pulse at the base of his throat. Kathryn took a deep breath, trying once again to ignore the fact that he was one of the most beautiful men she’d ever laid eyes on. What would he do if she leaned forward and kissed the warm spot just behind his ear? She imagined running her mouth down his neck, letting her tongue trail over his fragrant skin. Blinking away the torturous imagery, she managed to finish the shave without climbing onto his lap and covering his mouth with hers.

“There you go.” She wiped the remaining soap from his face. By accident—by accident?—she let her fingertips pass over his baby-smooth cheek. Electricity shot through her and she fought off a shiver.

His gray eyes darted from side to side and he didn’t get up as she’d expected him to. “Could you—if you don’t mind—could you wash my hair? I still can’t bend to do it and I don’t want to get my stitches wet and I hate to ask, but…”

She swallowed and wiped her hands on her apron. “Sure. It’s no problem.”

Easing his head back against the washbasin, she noticed his abs tense. “Is that position okay?”

“It’s fine.”

He’s already spoken for, she reminded herself.

“Mm, that’s nice.” He looked up at her.

Her throat tight, she didn’t know how to reply. Ignoring the hammering of her heart, which echoed between her legs, she finished rinsing his hair with a few dipperfuls of water.

“Okay, you’re done.” She wiped her hands on her apron again.

“Thank you.” He sat up and blotted at rivulets of water that streamed down his sculpted neck.

“No big deal.”

He gave an impish grin. “It’s been a while since a woman has touched me like that.”

Her cheeks grew hot and she tamped down the impulse to rake her fingers through his wet locks. Before she could stop herself, she asked, “Who’s Blanca?”

“What?”

“On your chest,” she pointed at the tat. “Who is she?”

He looked down at the rose on his chest. “An amazing woman who will never be mine. I’d had a bit too much tequila the night I got that tattoo, thought it might impress her. It didn’t.”

“You still have a relationship with her?”

“Not so much a relationship as an arrangement—her word, not mine.”

“Hmph. Should’ve known.”

Still toweling his hair, he asked, “What’s that mean?”

“Nothing.” Her cheeks burned hotter, anger replacing chagrin.

“It meant something.” He crossed his arms over his chest, arching an eyebrow.

“You’re just that kind of man. A girl in every port, a flagrant disregard for social standards. It’s that devil-may-care attitude that lets you stretch the limits of decency.”

“Oh yeah? How so?” His posture stiffened, he towered over her, leaning forward, his scent flooding her nostrils.

“Well, you know.” She dropped his gaze and busied herself cleaning up. “Roy says you run heroin for the Mexican cartels.

“Heroin?” Furrowing his brow, he shook his head. “No. Hell, no. I’ve never smuggled hard drugs like that.”

“‘Hard drugs?’ Am I correct in assuming you’ve run what you’d consider ‘soft drugs’?”

“It could hurt me and my son, having a drug smuggler in the house.”

He narrowed his eyes. “But when I was just a gun-running pirate, that was okay?”

Kathryn slammed her hand on the counter. “As soon as you’re stable to travel, I want you out of my house.”

“What’s with you? First you don’t like me because I’m a Texan and Texans didn’t do enough to keep the

Union together. Now you don’t like me because I’m willing to go too far for a cause I believe in. You’re an awfully hard woman to please.”

“Why on earth are you trying to please me in the first place?”

His gaze locked with hers and he sighed, but gave her no answer.

“What do you think—?” she began to object. He put a finger to her lips and caught her around the waist.

More barbed indignation sprang to mind but her mouth refused to cooperate. In fact her whole body had turned mutinous at the feel of his warm skin. Visions of her dream flashed through her mind.

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Suburban Crunch

2011-04-24T07:53:00.001-04:00

Welcome to my new weekly feature that I know is a little off topic than my usual fare about my writing and books, but I thought my new life experiments would be fun to share with you. Look for Suburban Crunch every Sunday right here on the Bad Girl Writer's Block.

In 2008, my life partner lost his job. Like many who worked in a field related to the bloated housing market, he found himself jobless at a time that joblessness was rampant. Despite the panic we felt in those days, I can look back at what happened to us then and say: it was a blessing. Easy to do now that we've landed on our feet on the other side of what seemed to be an endless yawning chasm of change. But really that's all it was--change. Well, change and a giant learning curve that took a little time to catch up with. We learned that a family of four can survive--nay, thrive in a two bedroom condo. We learned that one car is inconvenient, but with some creative scheduling everything we needed to do could be accomplished. I learned how to cut hair, darn socks, reduce, reuse, and recycle just about everything AND I learned how to make some damn fine homemade bread.

Now that we have more disposable income than we're used to, I noticed our bottom line fattening up again--simply because it could. We'd done without for so long, we went a little nuts as the steady paychecks rolled in again for the first time in two and a half years. Noticing the trend, we had a chat and decided to keep our simpler lifestyle. Heck, maybe we could even improve upon it. We decided to go what I call Suburban Crunch. Since we live in a condo complex in a town near DC, we can't go totally hippie commune because things like growing our own produce aren't really practical (though I do grow my own herbs in a window box). We can however learn natural and less costly ways to cut the fat in areas ranging from fuel consumption to cosmetics.

So come along with me as I evolve from Suburban housewife and author into granola crunching hippie chick! My first experiment: going shampoo and conditioner free. Say what?! Yep, it's true. Stay tuned.

Happy Release Day to Lily Harlem--Shared Too!

2011-04-15T04:00:00.001-04:00

Available today from Lily Harlem and Ellora's Cave! http://www.jasminejade.com/m-640-lily-harlem.aspx

Blurb:

Ten years on I’m still convinced I’m the luckiest woman on earth. Two devastatingly gorgeous husbands committed to my satisfaction—phew!—life doesn’t get much better or much sexier.

But as though the mere concept of a perfect existence was created to be shattered, one day Quinn turned to me and said, “Shared too. I want to be shared too.” Add in the monster that haunted my nightmares and I was struggling to keep a grip on my sanity.

I soon realized that the path Quinn wanted us to travel would stretch not only his experience of giving and taking but also mine and Liam’s. In a whirlwind of desperate emotions, dark desires and erotic fantasy, we were all so distant but also so sublimely close. Sharing had never been as sweet as it was bitter, or as depraved as it was heavenly.

Reader Advisory: Features the sharing of multiple bodies (F/F, M/F/M, F/M/F/M), bondage and other naughty sexual adventures!

Excerpt:

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.

An Excerpt From: SHARED TOO

The next morning Liam was already locked in his office when I awoke. I showered, pulled on jeans and an old top and set about my morning jobs in the yard. After feeding the chickens, I spotted Quinn alone by the fence, dressed in his thick, brown fleece and black jeans. He was staring out over the paddock, his arms spread wide and his back slightly bowed as he gripped the top planks.

I walked over and stood against the fence, placing my hand right next to his. “Morning.”

“Hey.” He glanced at me.

“Are you all right? You look lost in thought.”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He stared back out at the paddock.

I waited for him to elaborate. Quinn standing still, not doing something productive was an unusual sight. “So what are you thinking about?”

He sighed. “Stuff.”

“What stuff?”

He gave a sharp shrug. “Last night, with you, Liam. It was good.”

“Yes, it was.” I smiled. “But it always is when we’re together.” I slid my gaze over the horizon, at the swallows flying low and catching the last of the autumn midges before their long migration.

“How does it feel, Ariane?”

“What?”

“To be with two people, have two men adoring you, making sure you get pleasure.” His voice lowered. “Making you come.”

I stared at the lush grass and a lingering buttercup, searching for the right words. They all came to me at once. “It feels intense, super-satisfying, amazing, so damn hot to be completely connected to you both.” I smiled. “Once upon a time you said I was going to be the most pampered, sexually satisfied woman in the world and you’ve lived up to your word…more than lived up to your word.”

His mouth tipped in a grin. “Yeah, I remember that conversation on the balcony. We were so worried we’d scared you off.”

We were quiet for a moment. A tractor pulling a plow chugged in the distance and a murder of crows squabbled in a nearby copse.

“Why are you asking me this?” I asked eventually, poking at a piece of moss on the fencepost.

“I’m just curious.”

“Are you thinking about Eve?”

He turned to me, his eyes searching my face as though examining me for signs of imminent hysteria.

“It’s okay if you are,” I said, willing my heart to stop its sudden thumping. “If you’re thinking about her I’d rather you told me.”

He sighed and looked away.

“You like her,” I said. “You’re attracted to her and you said you’d make sure the two of you weren’t ever in a position to let anything happen again.” I pulled in a breath. “But that doesn’t mean she’s disappeared from your thoughts.”

A muscle flexed in his jaw.

“Was she at Hanrahan’s the night you went there without me?”

He straightened, rolled back his shoulders and turned. His butt rested on the top rail of the fence and he stared across the yard with his arms folded across his chest.

“Quinn?”

“Yes, she was, she was there, okay?”

“And you thought about her after that night?” I kept my voice calm and controlled even though he’d snapped. I didn’t want to fight about this. I sensed it was too important to lose my cool.

“No, yes, well, I thought about her a little.”

“What did you think?”

“That her conversation about patient care and surgical time management was insightful, that the other members of the team respected her, listened to her.” He paused.

“And?”

“And that her hair looked like silk, like a long, golden sheet of silk smoothing around her shoulders as she moved… I wondered what it would be like to touch it.”

I was quiet as I shoved my hands deeper into my pockets. There was a chill in the air that was penetrating more than my skin.

“How do you do it?” he asked, looking down at me with an expression of genuine confusion.

“Do what?”

“Love two men, be with two men. How do you do it so brilliantly?”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“You do, and you have done for so long. Not only that, you share your love and time and attention between our daughters too, and all the animals. I’m in awe of you.”

“Love is worthless until it’s given away,” I said with a smile and rested my fingers on the arm of his fleece, attempting to placate his fractious mood.

“How about attraction?” His eyes flashed. “Is that worthless?” He swallowed and I watched his Adam’s apple bob low then all the way back up again. His jaw tensed and a muscle in his cheek flexed beneath his stubble.

”We’re not talking about me anymore, are we?”

He gave a small shake of his head.

“I don’t know about attraction, Quinn. I’m in love with you and Liam—that’s what I understand, love.”

“But there is a difference between love and attraction. A big difference. I’m in love with you, so in love with you, you’re my wife, the mother of my children, I want to grow old with you, look back on my life and say I spent it with you.”

I felt a sting in my eyes. His words matched my feelings. My emotions were ballooning inside me and I dragged in a breath to keep them under control.

“But…” he said.

I tilted my brows and blinked away the moisture.

“But,” he went on. “Part of me wants her as well. Not to spend my life with her. I just…want her.”

“You said you’re not going to have an affair with her.”

He shook his head firmly. “No, of course I’m not going to have an affair with her.”

“Does…?” I hesitated. “Does that include you’re not going to sleep with her too?”

He shut his eyes for a long second, gnawed on the inside of his cheek.

“Quinn.” My voice was shaky but I managed to hide the wobble—just.

“No, I’m not going have sex with her, okay? Because that…” He uncrossed his arms and gripped the rail behind himself again so tight his knuckles paled. “Because that would hurt you.”

“Is that the only reason?” My voice was a little sharper. “Because you don’t want to hurt me?”

“Yes, Ariane, that’s the only reason.” He pushed away from the fence and took several quick strides across the yard.

“Wait.” I rushed to follow him. “You can’t say something like that and walk away.”

“But what else is there to say?” He spun around.

I halted in front of him, put my hands on his chest and willed my voice to stay even. “How about talking about the vows we made to one another in our commitment ceremony, how about that?”

“We never said ‘forsake all others’. Those vows tied us together, you and me, and allowed Liam to be part of our relationship the same way I’m allowed to be part of yours. Those vows make it okay to share.”

“Yes, you share me.”

“But you get us both, don’t you? You get both the people you’re attracted to.”

“Love, Quinn, I get both the men I love, and the whole threesome relationship was your idea, not mine. I had to get my head around it.”

He sighed and looked down at his feet. “Love, attraction, either way, you get it all and it doesn’t seem fair.”

My hands dropped from his chest. My breathing was hard and blew like smoke from my mouth into the cold air. “You want it fair?” I asked, my mind full of disbelief.

His gaze captured mine and his voice dropped low. “Yes.”

“But how would that work?”

“Fair would be me going to bed and being shared too.”

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Announcing the Grand Opening of Otherworlds Publicity

2011-03-25T07:03:00.001-04:00

As every author knows, good publicity is worth it's weight in gold...okay, so publicity doesn't exactly weigh anything but you know what I mean, lol. Take advantage of Otherworld Publicity's grand opening sale, that's a lot of web presence for a great price! CONGRATS to OP's staff. So happy for y'all :)

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What Cindy Reads--Hide and Secret, a realistic and passionate look at an affair

2011-03-21T08:47:00.000-04:00

HIDE AND SECRET by Denysé Bridger

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Alone with her journal, Bella examines her feelings and passion for Quinn Lockharte, a man who charged into her life in a storming fury and changed it forever. Quinn’s duty to his family has him engaged to his childhood sweetheart, and though the promise is an old one, Quinn feels bound to honor it.

A surprise knock at her door brings Bella face-to-face with her destiny…but can she trust what her heart so desperately wants—especially when Quinn is determined to keep her naked and screaming his name? Mind-blowing sex has been their relationship’s strongest bond, but Bella’s tired of being his secret—and Quinn’s not willing to let her go.

Bella knew the day would come when she'd see a wedding announcement in the paper for her lover and the woman he's obligated to marry. She's been the secret he's kept for years, but when Quinn comes to her, unable to live a lie anymore, they feel their way through this poignant and tragic situation with love and passion.

I absolutely adored Denysé Bridger's intimate look at star-crossed love from a mistresses point of view. I know for some readers stories about cheating and adultery can be difficult to enjoy--perhaps hitting too close to home for some and sympathy for the jilted lover can make it hard to lose yourself in the romance. But as an author and avid reader, I prefer stories grounded in reality and in reality lovers cheat and it's not uncommon for people to fall head over heels with the wrong person. Sometimes the heart rushes in where angels fear to tread. This is exactly the portrait of an affair Ms. Bridger has painted. She doesn't glamorize it or whitewash over the pain, guilt or loneliness of the situation for the mistress nor does she vilify Quinn. He is truly torn up about the fact that he has to break his fiancee's heart, but in the end he knows he must be cruel to be kind.

Aside from the powerful central conflict, the story is beautifully written in Ms. Bridger's signature lyrical style. The imagery, language and emotion are realistic and tugged at my heartstrings. The love scenes are explosive and hot, hot, hot which helped me understand why Bella and Quinn can't get enough of each other nor can they walk away. A relationship with so much chemistry is a once in a lifetime kind of love. All-in-all, HIDE AND SECRET is a heartfelt exploration of a sensitive topic, but I'd expect no less from the talented Ms. Bridger. My only complaint--it's a short story and I wanted more of the sexy Quinn for myself ;)

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Éire go Brách!

2011-03-17T08:19:00.000-04:00

There are few things sexier than an Irish brogue...or an Irish rogue for that matter. Hee hee! I crack myself up. Anyhoo, let's get down to the business of celebrating St. Patrick's Day with some of the Emerald Isle's finest sons.

Aidan Turner

Cillian Murphy

Colin Farrell

Gabriel Byrne

Jonathan Rhys Meyers

They're all so delicious, I couldn't pick just one! Vote for your fave in the comment section below and of course, I'm always open to write-in candidates if I forgot a sexy Irish lad ;)

Éire go Brách!
Cindy

Waking Maggie--New Release! SPICY excerpt

2011-03-16T09:19:00.000-04:00

Waking Maggie

Cindy Jacks

Available now at

Ellora's Cave:

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Blurb:

Maggie’s just decided she’s been stood up when she bumps into hard-bodied guitarist Calvin—literally. Once the shock of their abrupt meeting wears off, Calvin asks Maggie out for a drink and she figures, why not? She’s all dressed up for a date…just not this one.

She enjoys his company, even if he’s only twenty-seven and she’s forty…something. And while witty conversation’s all good, they’re just as compatible in bed. One drink turns into multiple romps between the sheets. He’s old enough to know how to make love to a woman and young enough to look damn fine doing it…and doing it. He even manages to convince Maggie she’s still pretty hot herself.

Now if he would just stop serenading her with that infernal Rod Stewart song.

She covered his hand with hers and gave it a squeeze. “Thanks for making me feel better.”

The physical connection, the warmth of his skin emboldened her. A throbbing ache built between her legs. She wanted more.

He scooted to face her, drumming his fingers beneath hers. “It’s the least I could do after I tossed a glass of wine on you.”

“I think we’re even. I did force-feed you raspberry lambic.”

Edging closer until their shoulders touched, he said, “Now that you mention it, I’m not sure the

punishment fit the crime.”

Maggie fell quiet. She could smell the fruity beer on his breath. What if he kissed her? What if she kissed him first? Swallowing hard, she moved her hand away, pretending to smooth her skirt, but he caught it again. He interlaced his fingers with hers and she stared at his hands. Those hands that moved over his guitar as if it were his lover. She wondered what those hands would feel like on her body. The thought incited a burst of excitement, the pulse between her thighs pounding harder.

“When did you start playing guitar?” she asked, clearing her throat.

“I was eight or nine, I think. My dad gave me one for Christmas. He plays and taught me how.”

“You’re very good.”

“Thanks.”

“Was the restaurant your only gig?” She scooted closer, pressing her shoulder against his hard chest.

“No. I have other places I play and I teach at a couple community centers too. My dad gave me the best gift—any time I’m down or frustrated or confused about how I feel, I pull out my guitar and I make music. It quiets my mind and everything’s all right again. I like paying that forward, teaching someone else.”

“That’s wonderful, very sweet.”

“Argh, no. Not sweet, anything but sweet.” He feigned hurt.

“No? What adjective would you accept then?”

“How about ’crazy sexy’?” He eased an arm around her. Heat surged from her pussy outward, warming her thighs. Squeezing her legs together, she noticed her panties felt sticky.

She dipped her head in concession. “Well, of course you’re that. You’re a guitar player. Isn’t that in the job description?”

“It is. You totally get me.” A crooked grin tugged at his lips.

She spread out his hand and compared it to hers. It was huge. “I like your hands.”

“I like you, Maggie.” He toyed with her fingers.

Rubbing her palm against his, she said, “I like you too.”

“Can I kiss you?”

She shot him an amused look. “If you promise next time to just do it instead of asking me.”

“Right.” He leaned nearer and tilted his head, looking from her eyes to her mouth and then back again. She closed her eyes and touched her nose to his.

The kiss started out soft and uncertain, still more of a question than a kiss, as if he expected her to rebuff him. But then he snaked an arm around her and drew her closer, parting her lips with his. His tongue was gentle and playful; he tasted like raspberry. She nipped and sucked at his bottom lip. As the kiss tapered off, he pulled back slowly, finishing with a couple delicate pecks.

She laid the back of her hand against his cheek. His skin was like whipped cream or a rose petal, all velvety smooth. She liked touching him. As if it had a mind of its own, her hand traveled down his neck and she found herself running a couple fingers over his thick collarbone. Still, uncertainty seemed to plague him.

Too late to turn back, Maggie took control, unbuttoning his shirt. He lay back on the sofa and pulled his shirttails out of his pants. The fabric fell open and she scrambled to her knees, poised over him. She slid a hand over his carved abdomen, muscle tensing beneath her fingers. So gorgeous. She couldn’t help herself, she swooped down and planted little kisses on his torso. Already hard, the tip of his cock peeked out of the waistband of his low-cut slacks and she ran her tongue over it. He sucked in a sharp breath. Excited by his reaction, she unfastened his pants and pulled them off along with his underwear....

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Drops of Jupiter

2011-03-09T08:00:00.002-05:00

Today, I sent my man this text: "When I hear love songs, I always think of you." After he sent a text asking how many glasses of wine I'd had (not being cruel, I'm just not usually that nice to him, lol), he replied, "I love you too." And I know he means it.

We've been through it all--break ups, make ups, noble denial, decadent submission, running, chasing, working to make it work and all the ordinary boring times in between. But at the end of the day, he's the one I want to steal the covers from in the middle of the night and I know we'll grow old together. Now, come on, Cindy, you say. In this day and age, no one really knows that, do they? Well, I do. And here's why: I crave him like chocolate and I've loved chocolate all my life. When he's away, I miss him like my best friend from grade school and she and I have been friends for 25 years. When he's mad about something, I'm mad for him. When he's sad, I want to kiss it and make it better. When he's getting dressed, I can't take my eyes off him. He's deeply flawed, but I've made my peace with his flaws and he's made his peace with mine...sort of, lol. And when we fight (and yes, we DO fight. A LOT), we do it with anger and passion and spite and lots of door slamming. Only someone I care about so much could piss me off so badly.

A couple months ago he told me, "I can't see my future without you in it." It's the same for me. Could I be happy with someone else? Probably. But would I feel like I'm living some kind of Nora Roberts novel. I doubt it. I'm not sure I believe in soul mates, but I do know this: Before I met him, I thought Train's "Drops of Jupiter" was a stupid song (my apologies to Train). Now when I hear it I sport a knowing half-smile because I get it. And I get him which makes me feel like the luckiest gal in the world.

CONTEST: Happy Read-an-Ebook-Week!

2011-03-08T09:56:00.000-05:00

Did you know that it's "Read an E-book Week?" With Kindles, Nooks, and other e-readers flying off the shelves, electronic books are more popular than ever. It's been 40 years since the first e-book was created. For more about e-books and a contest to win an e-reader click here: http://www.ebookweek.com/

And since e-books are my bread and butter, how about I sweeten the pot? For a chance to win my brand new release, Waking Maggie, coming to Ellora's Cave March 15th, post your favorite e-book title in the comment section! The contest will run all week, winner will be drawn at random from commenters. I'll post the winner on Waking Maggie's release day! Good luck and I can't wait to see your faves :)

Cheers,
Cindy

Happy Release Day to Denyse! (Belated)

2011-03-07T08:45:00.000-05:00

You don't get much sexier, Alpha-male than Quinn! Congrats on the new release, Denyse! HUGS! Get your copy today at Ellora's Cave: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9160-hide-and-secret.aspx

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An Excerpt From: HIDE AND SECRET

Your eyes narrow in irritation so I step aside and gesture for you to come into the apartment. I’m startled more than I should be when you slam the door shut and I am suddenly caught between your body’s urgent pressure and the solid wooden door that you push me against. Every part of me wakes, like flame that had been starved for air and is suddenly set free. My response is explosive and desperately hungry. You knot your hands in my soft sweater, already lifting it, your cool touch gliding over my heated skin. I want you, but for the first time this is not enough. Brushing your thumbs indolently over my nipples, you reignite an ache that drags low in my body, threatening to make me forget everything but how much I want you.

“I don’t want you here.” It’s hard to say which one of us is more startled by the words when they spill out of me.

You pull back and look at me intently, your eyes measuring the truth of what I’ve said. Then you shake your head and catch me between your hands as you bend to cover my mouth with yours. Slipping your tongue between my lips, you push your hips against me, telling me precisely what you desire.

I’m drowning in you. When I push at your shoulders you take my hands and pin them to the door, hips thrusting in the same greedy rhythm as your tongue inside my mouth. With a rough twist of my head, I break the lusting kiss and look away.

“I said I don’t want you here!”

Frowning, you step back and run a hand through the thickness of your dark hair, your eyes shrewd and watchful as you calculate your next move. I can see you thinking, working out what you need to do to change my mind. If you only knew how easy it would be…

I see the smile that’s starting to lift the corner of your mouth, the gleam in your eyes tells me you don’t believe my rejection is remotely genuine.

I move away, walk past you, but get only a few steps before you put your arms around me and pull me back against you. Before I can break away, you push your hands under my sweater again, cupping my breasts, stroking and squeezing, fingertips pulling on the hard buds of my nipples, your mouth soft on the curve of my neck.

“You want me, Bella. Why are we playing this game?”

Your voice is equal parts gravel and silk and I feel the question against my skin, pouring into my blood like an injection of heated desire.

I don’t have time to answer before you’re walking into the living room, pulling me behind you. The candles are flickering, the soft recessed lighting adds a warm glow to the room. Outside the glass plates of the windows, the snow is swirling lazily. You sit me on the sofa in front of the crackling fire.

“We have to talk,” I whisper.

You nod and watch me as you take your coat off and toss it onto a nearby chair.

“You talk, I’ll listen.” You come toward me, stop in front of where I am sitting and then drop to your knees and smile.

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Valentine's Kick-Off with LASR, WC and Goddess Fish!

2011-02-12T07:42:00.000-05:00

Today Long and Short of It Reviews, Whipped Cream Reviews, and Goddess Fish promotions are kicking off their annual Valentine's Day celebration! There are LOTS of fabulous prizes: books, gift certificates and even a chance to win a Nook!

I'll be blogging about my work at Whipped Cream and Goddess Fish tomorrow (2/13), but be sure to drop by today for all the delicious excerpts and official contest rules:
http://lasrguest.blogspot.com/
http://wcguest.blogspot.com/
http://goddessfishparty.blogspot.com/

Good luck, everyone and happy Valentine's weekend!

Cheers,
Cindy

Happy Release Day to Darah Lace!

2011-02-11T07:00:00.006-05:00

Ellora's Cave Presents Bucking Hard by Darah Lace

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All her life, tomboy Bradi Kincaid has wanted two things—a career as a veterinarian in her hometown Grayson, Texas…and Mason Montgomery. Problem is, he’s her best friend and according to him she’s “one of the guys”. Convinced he’ll never see her otherwise, Bradi comes up with a sure-fire plan to get over Mason—flirt a little, dance a lot and get laid.

What Mason imagines doing to Bradi is just all kinds of wrong. But the woman on the dance floor isn’t the girl he grew up with. She’s hot and sexy and turning him on. Him and every other man in the bar. She’s also had too much to drink and is unaware of the trouble she’s inviting. He does what any friend would, he steps in, then sets out to teach her a lesson.

But before the sun rises, Mason discovers Bradi has a thing or two to teach him.

This story contains spanking, biting and some “tie me up”, bucking-hard sex.

An Excerpt From: BUCKING HARD

Mason crested the hill overlooking the creek and reined in Rocky, his favored mount for riding the range. He’d heard the bawling calf a quarter mile away and figured he’d find it stuck in the mud. He hadn’t expected to find Bradi Kincaid. In fact if he’d known she’d already ridden to the rescue, he would have headed the other way.

But here she was not ten feet away, ass in the air, up to her knees in green slime and mud, her arms around the struggling calf’s neck, and she still managed to light a fire in his gut. And dammit, that was just all wrong.

They were best friends, for Christ’s sake. Practically raised in the cradle together. They’d fished and hunted side by side, ridden drag to bring up the tail end of cattle drives. And they’d gotten into more trouble than a switch could whip out of them. She was his best bud, one of the guys.

So why did his dick suddenly become a divining rod every time she was near?

She wasn’t unattractive. But Bradi was nothing like the women he preferred. She wasn’t sleek or polished or sophisticated. Her fingernails were cut close to keep the dirt out instead of long and meticulously painted to match her outfit. Her dirty blonde hair was either in a ponytail or a braid, and as far as he knew, had never been streaked, colored or cut to the latest fashion. And she might carry ChapStick in her front right pocket to ward off the blistering Texas sun, but that was the extent of her makeup.

Bradi was Bradi—natural, earthy and blessed with athletic grace that made ranch work look easy—and more often than not these days left him wondering what that lithe and flexible body would be like in bed.

“You gonna sit there all day, or are you gonna help me?”

Leaning forward to rest his forearm on the saddle horn and hopefully hide his growing erection, he tilted his head to one side and smirked at the picture she made. “I don’t know. You look like you’re doing just fine on your own.”

She blew wispy bangs out of her green eyes and gave him a withering glare over her shoulder. “Throw me a rope.”

“Where’s yours?” He looked around for her horse but the only other animal in sight was a cow waiting for Bradi to rescue her calf. “Wait, don’t tell me. You were riding Dahlia.”

That damn horse had a habit of leaving Bradi high and—his gaze wandered over her again—not so dry. Covered in muck, the front of her faded yellow T-shirt was wet and clung to her breasts. Breasts he’d known she possessed but never really noticed until two weeks ago. His gaze locked on the words peeling across the chest. Not that he cared what they said with her nipples prodding so diligently through her bra.

Mentally castrating himself, Mason sat up and reached for the coiled rope attached to his saddle. “When are you going to take that piece-of-shit horse to the glue factory?”

“Just shut up and throw me your rope.”

Ignoring her demand, Mason swung the lasso and sent it sailing over the calf’s head. He pulled the rope taut, wrapped it around the saddle horn, and directed his horse to back up. The little bull cried louder as the mud slowly relinquished its hold. As soon as the calf’s legs found firm ground, he dug in, resisting the pull of the rope.

Bradi laughed and reached for the calf just as it wrenched to one side and kicked. Twisting, she dodged a hind leg, but her feet were still stuck in the mud and she went to her knees. Another kick and brown sludge splattered her chest and neck. “Shit.”

Mason chuckled. “Yep, I imagine so.”

Shooting him another scathing glare, she struggled to stand. “You’re an ass.” Able to finally extract one leg and then the other, she trudged out of the creek toward the calf. “Give me some slack.”

He signaled his horse forward and Bradi deftly slipped the rope from the calf’s neck. The bull bolted for its mama and together they ambled up and over the high bank then disappeared. Looking back at Bradi, Mason wished he hadn’t.

She’d moved up the creek and knelt in a spot of grass to wash the mud from her hands. Tight faded denim hugged her heart-shaped ass and his hands itched to palm those mounds. She stretched to wet a bandana, causing the waistband of her jeans to dip lower, and a strip of hot-pink lace played peek-a-boo between it and her shirt.

His jeans tightened as his cock strained against his fly. He’d never thought about what kind of underwear Bradi wore—she was naked in his recent fantasies—but if he had consciously thought about it, he wouldn’t have figured her for the lace panty type. Last time he’d seen her in her panties, she’d worn white cotton with a Barbie logo. They’d been six and he’d wanted to brag about his Ninja Turtle briefs.

As she rose, he looked away to gather the rope. He stowed it behind him and turned to find her standing beside his horse with her hand out. Fuck. She wanted a ride. And god, he wanted to give her one.

“Well?” She thrust her hand higher. “Give me a hand up.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He hadn’t thought this far ahead when he’d decided to stick around and help, and his brain certainly wasn’t working now. All he knew was he couldn’t have her sitting behind him, her tits rubbing his back, legs spread… Fuck. “You’re covered with mud.”

“Um, yeah. I kinda noticed that.” She stared up at him with expectant green eyes. Why hadn’t he ever noticed the flecks of gold or the ring of black that reminded him of the sun coming through shadowed forest trees? At his lack of response, her hand fell to her side. “You’re going to make me walk?”

“I don’t want that shit all over me.” Damn, he felt like an ass. He was an ass. He couldn’t let her walk. He’d just have to survive the ride home…and make sure it was a short one.

Before he could offer his hand or an apology, her eyes flashed with anger. And maybe a bit of hurt? “God, Mason, when did you turn into such a pussy?”

She spun around and the metallic whir of a zipper crawled up his thighs and into his balls. Lust rose high but panic shifted into overdrive. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Taking off my clothes so you won’t get dirty.”

Oh, hell no! There was no way— Shit. She hooked her thumbs into the waist of her jeans, starting the downward motion that revealed a hint of one cheek.

“Just get on the damn horse.” He pulled his foot from the stirrup and stuck out his hand. “But I can’t take you home.” His place was closer. “I have things to do.”

A long second passed, then the zipper made a return trip up. His dick jerked in disappointment as she latched on to his hand, shoved her boot into the stirrup and swung herself onto the horse behind him, mimicking his irritated tone. “Things to do.”

The warmth of her body seared his back as she settled into place. His gaze dropped to one side, taking in the slender thigh nestled close to his. The thought of those long legs wrapped around his waist made his balls ache. If she had any idea what she was doing to him, she’d be glad to walk home. Hell, she’d probably run.

But Bradi wasn’t wired that way. He doubted she ever thought about sex. She’d never dated in high school and she never talked about anyone in particular at A&M. The only conversation they’d had about sex was short-lived when he confided his loss of virginity to Katrina Forbes and Bradi made it clear right away the subject of sex was off-limits.

The odds of her still being a virgin at twenty-five were slim, but somehow he couldn’t imagine her having sex with anyone.

Anyone but him.

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Happy Release Day to Juniper Bell--Go Wild!

2011-02-04T07:00:00.002-05:00

Tips from Wild, Alaska on how to survive a long, hard winter:

1. Throw a party

2. Make it last all weekend

3. Follow one rule – “Anything goes, nothing counts.”

4. GO WILD

Starting Friday, February 4^th, you’re invited to Wild Nights 2011.

Let off a little steam, crank up the heat, and see what happens when Lars Nordegren pulls out all the stops to get Katia Pollard to say “yes.”

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Go Wild

Juniper Bell

Lars loves Katia. Katia loves Lars. Lars wants to marry Katia. Can he convince his free-spirited lover that marriage will be as fun as her sexually adventurous single days?

Never before has Katia been tempted to give up her carefree ways. She’s deeply in love with Lars, but she doesn’t know if he can handle her wild side—or needs.

But Lars is a hard man to resist. The former Olympic champion won’t give up—not when he knows just how to please her.

The people of Wild, Alaska know the best way to survive winter is to let off a little steam. When Lars’ buddies hit town for Wild Nights, a notorious winter festival with one rule—“anything goes, nothing counts”—he jumps at the chance to prove he’s the perfect man for Katia.

He vows to win her over, even if it takes four rugged Alaska men and one wildly erotic night in a sauna.

Note: Features an extended ménage (M/F/M/M/M), anal play and references to bondage experimentation and sexual escapades of all types.

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