Wednesday, February 27, 2013

HUMP DAY HOOK 2-27-13

Here's a bit from BLIZZARD, which released last week from Decadent Publishing's erotica line, The Edge.

It's short, it's HOT, but it's sweet. And it's a romance!


She wanted to play, too. God knew she did. But not with any of them. Maybe she longed for sex right now, even a desperate hook-up. It had been so long since she’d gotten down and dirty. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had sex with her husband. But no way would she give any of those pathetic pitch guys at the convention a tumble.

The last telephone conversation with her husband had left her agitated and her stomach in knots from an urgent need to get home and see him. To talk face to face. These days, with their hectic schedules, they communicated mainly by text message and Post-It note.



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Sunday, February 24, 2013

Sizzling Sunday 2-24-13

From BLIZZARD, just released from Decadent Publishing's The Edge, erotica line.  From where last Sunday's post left off:

"Do you…do you get these kinds of offers a lot?"

"Nope." He dipped a couple more fries into a paper cup of ketchup and crammed them into his piehole along with the rest. She watched his jaw work. Square. Hard. Solid. An utterly masculine jawline. His lips were firm and she wanted to feel them on hers. Feel them everywhere. "So it’s not like I’m gonna pass up an opportunity."

Her heart raced. He was going to give her what she wanted. What she so desperately craved.



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Saturday, February 23, 2013

Saturday Spotlight on Krista Ames

Thrilled and delighted to shine the Saturday Spotlight on fellow Decadent Publishing author, Krista Ames! Krista's latest release, TAKE ME HOME, COWBOY, is from Decadent's Western Escape line.
 
 
Blurb:
Ally Kincaid returns to Freewill, Wyoming, to see her father after a two year absence. Anticipating a quiet family reunion, she finds herself butting heads with her father’s foreman instead. The man’s arrogance and sexy drawl push all her buttons, making her wonder what he’s hiding beneath his cowboy swagger.

Matt Gentry walked away from the past and shies from the future. No ties means no one gets hurt…until the boss’s daughter, a hot, green-eyed blonde, tempts him to break his own rules.
When tragedy strikes, will building tension and pride destroy their growing attraction or show them the way home?

Excerpt:

 “I need to buy that man an answering machine.” Furious, Ally held the receiver away from her ear, eyes closed as the phone on the other end rang continuously. “Come on, Daddy, where are you?”
She was ready to hang up in frustration when the receiver was picked up and then—by the sound of the loud clanging on the other end—dropped.
“Circle K,” said the deep male voice rather breathlessly.
“Where in the world were you?”
“Excuse me?” the husky voice asked.
Oh crap, that’s definitely not Daddy. She’d been so surprised her call had finally been answered, she hadn’t realized there was nothing familiar about the voice at the end of the line “I’m sorry….” she cracked. Wow, where did that high-pitched squeak come from? “I’m sorry, who is this?”
“This is the Circle K Ranch. Who’s this?”
The man’s question held an impressive sexy drawl. Definitely not a voice she’d ever heard in New York City, and one she’d only be lucky enough to find in her dreams.
“I’d like to speak to Jesse Kincaid, please.” She did a mental inventory of all the ranch hands but couldn’t place the voice. And he obviously didn’t recognize hers either. Must be somebody new her father had hired since the last time she’d been there.
“Sorry, ma’am, he’s not here. What can I do for ya?”
“When will he be available, please?”
“Now, ma’am, I don’t guess I’m at liberty to say until I know exactly who it is I’m speaking at.”
God, men could be so arrogant. Why did he need to know who was calling? A simple answer would suffice.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but this is Ally Kincaid. Who exactly are you?”
“Well, well, isn’t this a nice surprise? Miss Ally Kincaid. Did your father know you’d be calling?
She gritted her teeth in frustration. Who does this cocky, know-it-all cowboy think he is?  
Buy links:
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Krista Ames is a full-time author, mom and wife and resides in northern lower Michigan with her husband and 4 children. Krista loves to hear from readers feel free to drop her a note at krista@kristaames.com

                       
 
Review from Books,Books and More Books:
I’ll be honest, I am a big fan of contemporary western romances…and books like Take Me Home, Cowboy are the reason. This is my first book by author Krista Ames and I was very impressed that she put such a delightful twist on old favorite ~ big city girl returns to her roots where she discovers love.
This is a very sweet and touching romance between two people that soon discover an attraction through sexual tension. The author was even able to turn something that normally completely repulses me -- characters who keep secrets from each other – into something wonderful. Matt never let his secret get in the way of his character or his genuine feelings for Ally; you could feel the very deep emotional connection between the characters.
I could go on and on about this book, but it's better for you to just go buy it and then read it.

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Thursday, February 21, 2013

BLIZZARD!

BLIZZARD is here!



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BLURB:

Mandy Malone ditches her pharmaceutical convention and the married male colleagues hitting on her to hurry home to her waiting family. But she doesn’t bank on the blizzard that forces her off the road and into a deserted rest stop. When she meets another road refugee, their attraction is immediate and molten hot. Suddenly, getting stranded doesn’t seem like such bad luck after all.


Although totally unprepared for Mandy’s unvarnished proposition, Jack is intrigued by the erotic offer of a promising night of no-questions-asked sex. But when he notices the wedding band on Mandy’s finger, will he forego the lure of a torrid clandestine affair, or give in to the fantasy of blazing hot sex on a wintry night?


EXCERPT:


She rooted around in her handbag again, on the off chance she’d missed something useful to her current situation.


“Is this what you’re looking for, lady?”


Mandy glanced up, startled by the deep, rumbling baritone that echoed loudly in the fairly quiet building. And even more startled by the tall, gorgeous hunk of manhood bundled into a down parka standing next to her table.


I could totally jump him. Right here. Right now.


From nowhere, steamy erotic images of what she wanted to do with the man leaped unbidden into her head. She’d never felt such instant attraction to anyone, such a frantic desire. Maybe it was a reaction to her frightening experience on the Thruway. Or maybe something else created the overpowering chemistry.


Besides being the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on, he held out a battery-operated pocket charger. A sigh escaped her as he stared down at her.


“It’s not the only thing I’m looking for.” Her voice, husky and sultry, and laden with blatant sexual innuendo, shocked her. Where had those words come from? Nearly alone with him in the deserted rest stop…and still she felt…safe.


“Yeah?” The man removed his parka, revealing a plaid flannel shirt, the triangle of a white, cold-weather T-shirt peeping from the open neckline. When he raised his arms, thick bands of muscle rippled across his chest, beneath the layers of fabric. He riveted her with brilliant azure eyes, bluer than a lake under the summer’s sun. His hair, which curled a bit boyishly at his temples, resembled a wet beach, light, dirty brown, with shimmering bronze threads straggling through the locks. But this was no boy. No, indeed.


God. Gorgeous did not even begin to cover it. The longer he looked at her, the hotter she became. So hot she suddenly felt she’d do anything, dare anything with this man. 





Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Bits of BLIZZARD

BLIZZARD's official release date is Friday! (Which means that, very possibly, you will be able to find it on Thursday at some vendors.)

Check out the Countdown Clock in the sidebar on the right. Fun, isn't it? (Okay, tacky. But still.)

Here are a few sentences from BLIZZARD while we wait:

Just the sight of the guy had her aroused. She wanted to do bad things with him. Bad, bad things. Her excitement increased.

"What else are you looking for?" His low, almost harsh growl kicked up her temperature a few more notches. The sexy, gravelly timbre of his voice resonated through her. One of his eyebrows lifted. No question, he’d caught her invitation, recognized it for what it was.

Did he really need her to say it out loud?

"Looking for you," she murmured.



Monday, February 18, 2013

In My Sights

I'm so thrilled to have guest blogging for me, fellow Decadent Publishing authors, L.J. Garland & Debbie Gould. Doesn't In My Sights sound like a fabulous 1Night Stand Story? Please show them some love!


In My Sights

A 1Night Stand Story

Pararescuemen Series – Book 2
 
 

 

BLURB:

Six months ago, Siobhan Cantrell’s world was changed forever by a sniper’s bullet. The incident transformed her from a secure confident woman to a recluse, afraid to leave her own home. When her friends urge her to re-enter the world of the living, they suggest Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand dating service. Nervous, she signs up and learns the company is renown for in-depth background checks and safe encounters. So, how dangerous could it be?

Sergeant Bobby Martin has witnessed Madame Eve’s magic firsthand. His teammate found true love through her service. Still a skeptic but giving in to peer pressure, the Air Force Pararescueman signs himself up. When he meets Siobhan, his doubts fly out the window—unfortunately bullets start flying in them. Determined to protect her from a sniper that won’t give up, Bobby vows to keep her safe. As their chemistry ramps up, so does the sniper’s attempts.

Can Bobby keep Siobhan alive, or will the killer catch them in his sights? 

Genre: Contemporary, military romance, erotic romance, suspense/thriller

Heat level: 4

Word count – 16k

Cover art by Fantasia Frog Designs

BUY:





 EXCERPT:

“Look, I’m not gonna lie to you.” He loosened his hold on her while he perused her face, settling on her mouth. “I wasn’t sure about this one-night thing to start with, but after seeing you…well, I can definitely follow through. No problem.” He shifted his attention to her face, the naked heat swirling in his baby blues causing her breath to catch. “But after what all you told me, I want you to know I get it. We can play this thing any way you want. Fast. Slow. Or I can just hold you.” He trailed his fingers up and down her arms, sending delicious tingles along her skin. “Though I’ll admit, that’s not my first choice.”

She stared at him. God, he was such a gentleman. Without hesitating, she lifted onto her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, crushed her mouth against his, and…holy crap, what a kiss! Her pulse jumped, her head spun. A fire sparked deep inside her, and her breath caught at the passion winding through her. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting exactly, but not anything like this.

Before she melted into a puddle at his feet, she broke the kiss and gazed up at him. “Does that answer your question?”

A sexy grin curved his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

 

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Some Sentences from BLIZZARD 2-17-13

BLIZZARD releases this week! So excited, not only because I love the story, but it's also a little departure for me:  a very short, very HOT story for Decadent Publishing's The Edge line of erotica stories.  A contemporary, with no paranormal elements.

It's not really part of my Sleepy Hollow paranormal series of 1Night Stands. Although it is kind of a fantasy one-night stand and there is a mention of Sleepy Hollow.

Here are  few PG-13 sentences:

 
 
He chewed his cheeseburger, as if completely absorbed by it.

Men.

She’d just poured out her heart to this guy, told him how sex-deprived and ready she was to screw his brains out, and his attention remained riveted on the food.

He inhaled his burger in two more swallows and went to work on the fries. Methodically. As if propositions for unbridled, no-questions-asked, no-strings-attached sex bombarded him every day.

A guy so ruggedly gorgeous…maybe they did.

                                                              YYY      

BLIZZARD is scheduled to release Friday. (Which means you can probably find it Thursday!) Look for it later this week at my Amazon Author Page, my Decadent Publishing Page, Barnes & Noble Author Page, or wherever ebooks are sold!

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Happy Valentine's Day!


                                               Wishing you much love and chocolate!

                                   And if you want a HOT Valentine's story, read FROST!
                  Amazon | Barnes&Noble |Decadent | ARe| Smashwords | BookStrand | CoffeeTime


 
Help celebrate AMORE! I'm over at Cate Masters' blog, giving away secrets, chocolates and swag!

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Super Book Blast Tour

 


Join me today for a Super Book Blast tour of 25 sites and blogs.

I'll be giving away Valentine's chocolates, candy and book swag and a Grand Prize of LIGHTNING or another ebook from my backlist, to one randomly chosen commenter at the end of the tour. All you have to do is drop by and leave a comment!

The sites are listed below. Please drop by and play!
 

Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works.

Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now.

When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?

Sunday, February 10, 2013

Sentences on a Sunday...Valentine's edition

Some sentences from FROST, because FROST is a Valentine's story. And Valentine's Day is Thursday. And because, well, today is Sunday.  And we must have sentences on Sunday.

Wherein...Max makes Dagney cry:


Damn Max Raines and all the things he’d made her want.

He’d used the safe word?


He’d called Cupid?

Without giving her what she’d wanted most?

Dagney stared dry-eyed at the ceiling, with its splashy, glittery red Valentines, frilly lace doilies and fat, naked cherubs. She wanted to grab their stupid arrows and shoot each one in the heart. Early morning light streamed through the glass windows of the gallery, and she squinted against the glare.


Want more FROST? It's available!


 

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Super Blast of FROST!

 
I'm taking part in an exciting Super Book Blast Tour for FROST on Tuesday, stopping at 25 blogs and sites.
 
 
 
I'll be giving away Valentine's chocolates, candy and book swag and a Grand Prize of LIGHTNING or another ebook from my backlist, to one randomly chosen commenter at the end of the tour. All you have to do is drop by and leave a comment! 
 
The sites are listed below.  Please drop by and play!
Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works.

Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now.

When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?
 

Friday, February 8, 2013

BLIZZARD (sneak peek)

So...the weather being what it  is here in the lovely Northeast, and my office having closed early (a rarity)...I decided it was the perfect day to offer an unofficial sneak peek of BLIZZARD, releasing from Decadent Publishing's The Edge erotica line on February 22, 2012.  This one sizzles, but it's also romantic and has a sweet HEA.


Unofficial BLIZZARD excerpt:

The snow, which had started out first as a minor misty drizzling, then morphed into a light dusting of a few scattered flakes, now fell in earnest. Gazillions of thick, fat clots merged together and covered the New York State Thruway faster than the sand trucks and salt spreaders cleared the accumulation. Sloshy gobs of whiteness covered the windshield, turning into thick bricks too heavy for even the Volvo’s mad wipers to deal with.

Mandy cursed her pigheadedness. She never should have left the upstate conference center that afternoon. But she’d been desperate to get away from the pharmaceutical convention. The business meetings with her colleagues had made her temples throb and her neck stiff, physical symptoms blossoming into the raw edges of a migraine that the brightness of the snow did nothing to mitigate. But her gorge had risen when the gaggles of salesman tried to hit on her in bars and hallways, until the idea of spending another second in their company made her bolt. They were all married, like her. But away from home, they figured they’d play.

She wanted to play, too. God, knew she did. But not with any of them. Maybe she longed for sex right now, even a desperate hook-up. It had been a long time since she’d last gotten down and dirty. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had sex with her husband. But no way would she give any of those pathetic pitch guys at the convention a tumble.

That last telephone conversation with her husband had left her agitated and her stomach in knots from an urgent need to get home and see him. To talk face to face. These days, their hectic schedules left so little time, they communicated mainly by text message and Post-It note.

So yeah, she’d ditched the rest of the convention a day early. She couldn’t bear to stay upstate for another night of unwelcome groping and tired pick-up lines, of drunken colleagues who’d be mortified later when she ran into them sober. All she’d wanted was to get out of that claustrophobia-inducing conference center in upstate New York and return to her home in Sleepy Hollow for the remainder of the long weekend—or perhaps because of— the gloomy weather forecast.

The mild gray sky had not appeared threatening when she’d left; no precip yet falling at that time. And for pity’s sake, she drove a Volvo at her husband’s insistence. Traffic willing and all other things being equal, she might be home in under two hours.

But the weather refused to cooperate. Visibility was nil. She couldn’t follow in the tracks of the car in front of her; or even see the taillights of any cars in front of her anymore. Or anything else except stark, blank stretches of white.

Mandy, girl. You’ve had some bad ideas in your time, but this one tops the hit parade. Better get home in one piece or hubs will whack you.

Terror time. The image of her husband loomed large in her mind. She could no longer concentrate. Inside her gloves, her hands began to sweat. As beads of perspiration sprouted on her brow, she lowered the heat in the car a notch. All alone in winter world and with her stomach clenching in fear, she tightened her fingers on the steering wheel and decelerated. Her right foot rode the brake until the car’s speedometer dipped below 5 mph and didn’t even register a speed. The car slid suddenly, skidding into a wide arc that nearly landed her in a large drift on the shoulder. Her heart pounded and the death grip she had on the wheel made her fingers cramp.

She had to get off the road. Now.

But where?

Huge mounds of snow from the last storm had been plowed into high banks on the shoulders, glistening like glaciers, leaving no room for a vehicle to pull over. The steady click and scrape of the wiper blades over the iced windshield mocked her.

Please, please, please. She begged and bargained, promising she’d never do something so stupid again. But she knew herself. She’d always been something of a risk taker. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. Even if her husband did force her drive a Volvo, for his peace of mind, not hers. Always a bone of contention between them. Although, with the hand of fear squeezing her innards until her heart sat in her mouth, she conceded he might have a point.

Finally, up ahead, pinpricks of light winked through the darkening night and the frosted windshield, proclaiming a Thruway rest stop.

At last.

She guided the car into what she believed to be the parking lot—or the white-blanketed area where she thought a parking lot should be. The gas pumps stood forlorn, like lumpy statuary. Few other cars or trucks dotted the area.

But still. Even if she had to dig in for awhile and the car got buried, she’d manage to find the Volvo in the vast expanse of white through the car’s magnificent GPS system. Or the spring thaw. Whichever came first. Meanwhile, she needed a hot cup of coffee to settle her nerves. Maybe some homemade fudge. Or doughnuts. A dozen or so. A sugar glut. That’s what she needed.

Finding sanctuary at last, among the fast food court, unlimited calories and carbs, and souvenir shops. Nearly all the tables inside the cavernous structure stood vacant. She unwound her scarf, peeled off her gloves and stuffed them in the pockets of her damp coat, then removed that as well, dumping it beside her in one of the empty plastic booths. Still trembling with relief at being off the horrible road at last, she put her head in her hands and took a few calming breaths before scavenging in her bag for her Smartphone. The tiny, blank screen taunted her. No bars. No battery. No email No nothing. She’d packed the charger in her suitcase and hadn’t thought to connect the device to the Volvo’s USB port.

Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb.

Once again, she pictured her husband’s face. Frowning. She imagined his lecture on the necessity of being prepared, instead of larking off on the spontaneous adventures so dear to her. Not that he was a stick-in-the-mud or anything. Far from it. But their personalities were completely different when it came to stuff like this. Grudgingly, she admitted that Volvo Man saw more horrifying disasters working with FEMA than she ever would. Merely getting stuck in the snow in a rest stop filled with food and electricity and heat probably didn’t qualify as an emergency, let alone a catastrophe.

She rooted around in her handbag again, on the off chance she’d missed something useful to her current situation.

“Is this what you’re looking for, lady?”

Mandy glanced up, startled by the deep, rumbling baritone that echoed loudly in the fairly quiet building. And even more startled by the tall, gorgeous hunk of manhood bundled into a down parka standing next to her table.

I could totally jump him. Right here. Right now.
                                               YYY       
                                           
And don't forget to grab a copy of FROST, if you want a Valentine's Day scorcher!
 

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Sentences...because it's Sunday

No one is more of a creature of habit than me.
So even though Official Six Sentence Sunday is no more, well, hell, this poor blog would get no posts at all if I couldn't toss up six (or more or less) from time to time. Sunday or no Sunday.

FROST released on Friday. I am dead crazy about the hero, Max Raines. Abso-freakin'-crazy about him.

Hope you'll be, too.

So here's a few from FROST:

Raines dragged a finger around his collar, popping open the top button. If he couldn’t achieve release soon, he’d go mad. Jacking off into his fist gave him insufficient gratification. Human women proved too delicate and fragile, too  
breakable. Demons glommed onto him, far too needy, attaching themselves with the tenacity of barnacles, draining him of inspiration and clinging long past their expiration dates.

He’d learned from bitter experience he could crisp any woman he touched. The infamous Maxwell Raines: a six-foot-six, two hundred twenty-five pound hunka burning love.

And now I’m channeling Elvis.

 
BLURB:
Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works.
Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now.
When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?