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Memorial Weekend Contest!

Okay, ladies and gents, it's time for another giveaway. This time I'm picking 3 winners. Each will receive their choice of 1 of my CURRENT ebooks. You can see a list of all my ebooks HERE.



How to win.

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I'll announce winners on Tuesday (5/29). That gives y'all plenty of time to enter. :)





***Special Note to the winners:

My Kensington Aphrodisia titles are available on the Nook and Kindle only. I don't have .PDF copies, I'm sorry.



And here are a few military hunks...in honor of this awesome holiday! Okay, so a few of these guys might not actually be military, but I'm willing to play pretend. *wink, wink*





























And now that you're all hot under the collar, how about another erotic scene from Body Rush? Rememer, the print version of this book is on sale at Amazon for 60% off! Enjoy!





Adult Excerpt:








She’d trusted him enough to come home with him, a veritable
stranger, but touching her own soft pussy, teasing herself into a frenzy while
he watched? It would be the ultimate form of surrender. With her mind and body
wrapped up in hot, liquid pleasure, a woman was at her most vulnerable.
Defenses were shattered. Nothing but raw feeling.



The real problem would be keeping his hands off her. Letting her
pet the little cunt he so badly ached to bury his dick in was going to be sheer
torture.



Hunter pushed the record button on the side of the camcorder
he’d retrieved from a drawer in his entertainment cabinet. “Touch yourself, Jeanette.”



Leaning against the dresser, he held the camera in front of his
face, watching through the viewfinder. His pretty coffee shop owner lay on his
bed, legs pressed tightly together, hair spread out all over the dark red
comforter. Her skin like cream, lush and soft, seemed frighteningly delicate. He
reminded himself for the thousandth time to be gentle with her when he finally
managed to bury his cock inside her. He couldn’t let his savage instinct take
over. He’d need to maintain control or risk hurting her. The thought that he
could cause Jeanette even an ounce of pain took his ardor down a few notches.



Her hands clutched the comforter at her sides, her breathing
choppy. Nervous tension filled the room. Hunter wrapped a fist around his cock
and growled, “Look at me, sweetness.”



Jeanette’s pretty brown gaze shot to his, then quickly traveled
a course down his body to land on the hand he had on his dick. “Do you see how
hard I am? How badly I want you?” She licked her lips and nodded. Hunter moved
his hand up and down, a slow massage, giving her the fantasy she craved. “We’re
going to make that fantasy come true, baby. Drive me wild. Show me that pretty
body all hot and flush with arousal.”



 Jeanette bit her lip.
When her right hand released the comforter, Hunter sucked in a breath,
anticipating what would come next. She slid her hand over her flat belly first,
then moved upward to her breast. As she cupped the soft orb, Hunter cursed, his
hand on his cock tightening. A delicate finger flicked and toyed with the
nipple he’d sucked earlier, making his mouth water for another taste. Suddenly
her other hand came up to cover her pussy, her legs spreading open a few
inches.



“More,” he demanded, “show me,” unable to stand the slow pace
she’d set for them.



“More?”



Hunter’s hand tightened on the camera as he zoomed in on the
swollen, pink lips of Jeanette’s sex. “Open for me. Tempt your Motorcycle Man,
baby.”



Jeanette’s eyes were at half-mast as she watched him stroke his
cock. Slowly, as if deliberately teasing him, she moved her legs wide and
massaged her fingers over her clit a few times before dipping two fingers into
the slick entrance. Hunter squeezed his cock tighter before giving into the
need to pump. Once, twice, then he forced himself to stop. Too close. Fuck,
just watching her tentatively touch herself took him to the very edge. A few
more pumps from his fist and he’d be shooting his load all over the damn
carpet.



It was an exercise in control to stand across the room,
watching. So easily he could drop the camera and go to her, he could stroke
that smooth female flesh himself, play to his heart’s content. In an effort to
maintain control, he fisted his hand at his side and kept hold of the camera.



A sexy smile curved Jeanette’s pretty mouth. “Do you like what
you see, Hunter?”



His hand on the camera clenched, his leg muscles flexing  with the urge to take her rough, the need to prove
how good it would be between them nearly too strong to ignore. His dick was like
granite he was so fucking hard. Just a few steps and he could slide it between Jeanette’s
succulent pussy lips. Again he had to remind himself to go slow. Rough would
come later. Right now he needed to see more of that confident smile.



As she touched the pad of her thumb to her clit, Hunter licked
his lips and knew a momentary pang of jealousy. That sweet little bud should be
in his mouth right now.



Without conscious thought, he stepped away from the dresser. Hunter
didn’t stop moving until he was standing at the end of the bed, looking up the
length of Jeanette’s beautiful body. She rewarded him with a shy smile, as if
knowing her little show was pushing him beyond reason. She slid her fingers in
and out of her tight heat, and toyed with the little bundle of nerves, her
moans filling the room. He drank in the sight of her as her breathing
increased, her shyness slipping slowly away until all that remained was a gorgeous
seductress.



“So pretty,” he murmured as he leaned down and pinched her
nipple.



When she arched off the bed and buried her fingers deeper,
Hunter groaned. Her hips moved back and forth in a rhythm that had his cock
dripping with pre-come. As she cupped her free hand over one round breast,
plucked and tugged at her own nipple, Hunter’s control snapped. He dropped the
camera on the bed and leaned down. Jeanette’s eyes widened, fingers stilled.



Planting both hands on either side of her head, he snarled, “You
win. I’m putty in your hands, sweetness.”



He touched the inside of her thigh, smoothing his hand toward
the tempting wet center he ached to sink into. The staccato of Hunter’s heartbeat
nearly drowned out all else.



“Hunter, I want to watch you touch your cock a little more.” The
throaty purr in her voice tore down shields he’d thought impenetrable around
his heart.



Hunter kissed her. “The show’s over,” he whispered against the
satin of her lips. “I need to feel your body hugging my cock.”



“Just once more? Pretty please?”



Yeah, like a man could say no to such a plea. “Fuck, you really
like watching, huh?”



“I like watching you. You’re so big, so hard. It’s exciting to see
your fist wrapped so tight around your cock.”



“Your wish is my command, sweetness.” Hunter crawled onto the
bed and sat back on his haunches, then wrapped a tight fist around his heavy
length. He pumped, slowly, up and down, intrigued when Jeanette’s eyes grew
dark with passion. Her lips parted and her small pink tongue darted out,
licking, as if imagining his taste. He watched the movement, sensing that tentative
stroke on his cock.



“Is this what you like?” he asked. Jeanette’s eager nod sent a
jolt of possessive heat through his body. He swiped his thumb over the pre-come
at the bulbous tip, then brought it to her lips. “Lick it, pretty baby.”  


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Beware! Super HOT Adult Excerpt Ahead!

When I noticed that the print version of Body Rush is marked down 60% at Amazon (crazy, right?), I figured it would be fun to share a SUPER HOT excerpt. Careful, though, it's a sizzler! :)
















Legal Briefs

Taking orders from egotistical hot shots in suits
is no turn-on for legal secretary Lydia Burke, but she knows where to find what
she's looking for - at a local BDSM club. Three sexy, commanding men want to
show Lydia their version of the law, and she's just the woman to yield to their
demands.

Doctor's Orders



Neurosurgeon Roni Smart is willing to play
doctor in her spare time, but she's looking for a man who lusts after more than
her money. Enter Jake, a computer whiz whose able fingers, red-hot body, and
brash take-charge attitude are the perfect antidote for her fever.


Midnight Snack

Coffee shop owner Jeanette Williams just can't read
the menu when it comes to men. But she's more than happy to serve the
knee-weakening biker guy who shows up each morning, stirring a shameless desire
within her. So when she catches his hungry eyes on her, she offers him an
after-hours culinary lesson he'll never forget.







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Adult Excerpt:




“You can taste it, Lydia.”



Lydia didn’t speak as she stared at Apollo’s hard flesh. She
licked her lips and moved forward another inch, then let her tongue shyly swirl
over the swollen crest. Lydia heard Apollo’s deep rumbling voice praising her,
urging her on. Lydia opened wide and wrapped her lips around his flesh. She
could only manage the first few inches, he was wider and longer than any man
she’d known. Suddenly a large, calloused hand was petting her spine and
traveling towards her buttocks. Lydia moaned and sucked another inch of hard
flesh into her mouth.



“Such a pretty mouth, baby,” Apollo ground out as he wrapped his
fingers in her hair. “Just a little more now, let me feel that throat tighten
around my dick.”



Lydia pulled back, releasing his flesh entirely and glanced up
at him. The dark eyes and black leather hood made him appear fearsome. Panic swamped
her as Lydia realized just how vulnerable she was with three such powerful
males, all immensely turned on.



“No,” Apollo bit out. “Don’t go there, Lydia. We won’t hurt you.
This is about pleasure, only pleasure.”



Lydia watched as Poseidon moved onto the bed, a bottle of oil in
his hands. She didn’t even know he’d retrieved it. She turned her head, weary
of his intentions. He only smiled and popped the top before pouring some of the
fragrant liquid into his palms. As he touched her upturned bottom, Lydia
jumped.



“Shh, it’s okay, sweet girl,” Poseidon soothed, his voice barely
a whisper. “It’s just a massage.”



Apollo cupped her chin and forced her to look at him. “Didn’t it
feel good with my finger in that hot little pussy, while Poseidon teased your
clit?”



Lydia’s face heated at the reminder of just how good it had felt
to let herself go so completely. To let them take over, strumming her body like
an instrument.



“Imagine how good it’s going to feel when we fill you with our
cocks, baby. Spreading you open, pushing you into another realm where there’s
nothing but sweet satisfaction.”



Lydia’s blood ran hot as a series of x-rated images fired into
her brain. Still on her knees, she reached up and grasped Apollo’s hard-on and
stroked.



“Christ, yeah, just like that. Touch me, Lydia. Own that dick.”



Barriers fell away as Apollo’s words flitted through her. Once
more she sank her mouth onto his flesh, this time sucking half his length deep.
Apollo cursed and wrapped a lock of her hair around his fist. He didn’t pull
her onto him, just held her firm, the slight sting to her scalp lent to the
eroticism of the moment. Out of the corner of her eye she watched Zeus step
forward, his fist wrapped tight around his own cock as he moved up beside
Apollo. Lydia licked and suckled Apollo’s thick crest, then released him and
moved over to Zeus. She licked the pearl of moisture at his tip and Zeus
groaned. He didn’t speak a word, merely dropped his hand and let her play. A
sense of feminine power came over her as she realized how much pleasure she
could bring the three men. Lydia lowered her mouth over Zeus’ cock, enjoying
the differences between the two men. Apollo was larger around, but Zeus was a
little longer. Both men were bigger than any she’d ever been with. As Lydia
reached over and cupped Apollo’s balls, she felt Poseidon’s hands smoothing
over her ass. He kneaded the tight muscles of each cheek before drifting his
fingers higher over her lower back. Lydia moaned and sucked Zeus harder,
hollowing her cheeks and bringing him to the back of her throat. Soon she felt
Apollo’s hand in her hair, pulling her backwards, forcing her to release Zeus.
She looked over at Apollo as she took his hard length into her mouth.



“Fuck, baby, you’re so damn hot. You like this, don’t you? Sucking
the both of us, making us crazy with that tongue.”



Lydia hummed as Apollo wrapped his hands around her face and began
to fuck her mouth. First with slow easy strokes, then harder. The forceful
action had her body vibrating. Poseidon’s fingers travelled down to her hips,
then ventured between the round globes of her ass. Lydia started to tense as a
finger circled her anus, but as Apollo drove his cock clear to her throat,
Lydia forgot her uneasiness and allowed herself to be taken into that other
realm Apollo had promised her.



Zeus placed one knee on the bed, then brought his cock to her
cheek rubbing the head over her soft skin. She felt surrounded by them,
thoroughly entrenched in their wicked world.



“You’re a very naughty girl, aren’t you, Lydia?” Apollo asked,
his voice rough with arousal.



Lydia could only moan as Apollo moved his hips back and forth,
sliding his dick over her ravenous tongue. Lydia braced herself on the mattress,
as she looked over at Zeus. He smiled down at her, then gently slapped her cheek
with his cock. It shouldn’t have been a turn on, but Lydia’s pussy flooded with
her juices and she badly wanted him to do it again.



“Mmm, she likes that, Zeus,” Poseidon murmured as he continued
to tease her tight pucker with his oiled finger. Another hand found its way
between her thighs and suddenly there were two fingers sinking inside her hot
cunt. “So tight and hot. You’re going to drive us all crazy with this sweet
little body, aren’t you, Lydia?”



Zeus slapped her cheek again and again with his erection, each
slap drawing more moisture to her pussy and causing her clit to swell and throb.




Lydia took Apollo’s cock further down her throat, until he was
balls deep inside her mouth. Suddenly he pulled away. “Enough,” he commanded.



As if of one mind, Poseidon pulled his fingers free and moved
away, while Zeus stepped backwards.



Lydia glanced up. Witnessing the dark arousal on Zeus and
Apollo’s faces had her own body coiled as tight as a spring. “You need to come
again, don’t you?” Apollo asked, as he stroked her lower lip with his thumb.
“This time we’ll be buried inside of you when you do.”


“Come here, sweet girl,”
Poseidon growled from his position behind her. She looked over her shoulder to
see him lying on his back on the bed, his legs spread. His cock jutted away
from his body, the veins pulsing with vitality.



Lydia turned around and before
she could lose her nerve, straddled his thighs. Within seconds he had her
spread out on top of him, his mouth covering hers. She couldn’t think, couldn’t
move. Poseidon’s lips were different from Apollo’s, softer, fuller. They were pressed
to hers, his tongue in her mouth, playing and teasing with the flesh of her
bottom lip. She melted against his hard strength. As his powerful arms came
around her shoulders, holding her tight, Lydia sighed and surrendered to him.



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Breaking Brodix--Up For Pre-order!

I'm so excited! Breaking Brodix, book 3 in my Blackwater series is now up for pre-order on Amazon Kindle! Yay! As soon as it goes up for pre-order on Barnes & Noble Nook I'll let you all know. :)



In the meantime, here's a bit more about this hot book. Enjoy!





She wants to get all up in his business? She’ll have to get real personal.








Blackwater, Book 3




Brodix Jennings has a head for business, but his skills are put to the test
when his brothers call on him to bring the family restaurant back into the
black. With the grand reopening only days away, it’ll damn near take a miracle
to keep the doors from closing for good.




Reporter Sarah Greer knows exactly what Brodix needs—free publicity on the
front page of the town’s only newspaper. All she wants in exchange is the
Jennings brothers’ rags-to-riches story. Except none of them are talking. And
Brodix, who cuts a blazing path through her body with just a smile, is the most
tight-lipped of the lot.




Brodix wouldn’t think twice about seducing prissy, buttoned-up Sarah into his
bed, if her lousy profession didn’t leave him cold to the bone. A second look at
the bar’s books, though, makes him think twice about saying no. But if he’s
going to open the floodgates, it’ll be on his terms.




When Brodix asks her out, Sarah agrees, confident she can keep personal at
arm’s length from professional. Until physical attraction melts their emotional
barriers…and Sarah gets way more than she bargained for.






Warning: Expect an annoying ex-husband, a slightly pushy reporter, a fiercely
protective hero, and some meddling family members. Of course there’s also a
whole lot of naughty sex, and in numerous positions too. Possible overheating of
various electronic devices could occur.



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And The Winner Is...

My daughter picked a number--9 is the winner! Maria D. send me an email at: annerainey11@gmail.com and I'll get your $10 Amazon Gift Certificate to you pronto!



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Vance's Rules is here! Celebrating with a contest and excerpt!

Hi
Folks!



It's
here!!! The second book in my Blackwater series is now live!! To celebrate, I have an excerpt below and I'm having a contest. Simply comment on this post and you're entered to win a  $10 Amazon Gift Certificate. That's all you have to do! I'll pick the winner tomorrow! :)




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Vance's
Rules



Blackwater,
Book 2
His
tools, his rules...





Looking
at Vance Jennings now, no one would guess that the tough-as-nails building
contractor once suffered a broken heart. Twelve years has blunted the pain of
the breakup with his high school sweetheart, but not the memory. Until she shows
up on his doorstep asking for a second chance.

One look at the sexy
redhead, and Vance adds a foot or two to his rock-solid emotional barriers. No
way is he letting her back into his life. But he’ll be happy to let her close
enough to sample her delectable body.

Shayla Riggs is no longer the
vulnerable teenager who was forced to give up her first and only love. She’s
older, wiser, and determined to make things right. Except the changes in Vance
throw her for a loop. He’s definitely not the sweet boy she remembers. In fact,
the grown-up version lights her up hotter than a firecracker.

It takes
only a kiss, a caress, to bring back the explosive passion they once shared. But
if Shayla can’t find a way to break through the bitter walls around his heart,
it just might destroy them both. Again.










Product
Warnings



This
story contains a stubborn woman intent on seduction and an alpha male with some
naughty ideas of payback. Let the fireworks begin!







Read an Excerpt |
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Chapter One







Shayla stood on the porch of Vance’s home, shaking with nerves. She hadn’t
seen him for twelve years. Each day away from him had caused her heart to ache.
Stomach in knots, Shayla thought again about how much time she’d wasted, and all
because of one man’s hatred. Her father had done everything in his power to keep
her away from Vance Jennings, but those days were over, and Shayla aimed to set
things right. If Vance slammed the door in her face, so be it, but at least she
had to try.





She took a deep breath and rang the bell. After a few seconds, the door swung
wide. A shiver ran the length of her spine at the sight of Vance standing in
front of her in a heather-gray T-shirt and well-worn jeans. She’d always had
that reaction to seeing him. Why should the years apart change anything? Vance
Jennings had the looks of a charmer, only with a rougher edge, as if he’d had
more than his fair share of hard knocks and had come away with more than a
scratch or two. She took a moment and looked him over, all but breathing in the
perfection of him.







His hair was as dark as the night itself, shiny and thick and long enough to
be irresistible, even if it did need a good comb-through. The glow from the
light behind him cast iridescent colors throughout the thick mass. Her gaze
traveled over the angles of his face, noting every taut plane, the stubble
covering his chin, and especially the generous line of his mouth. God, not even
an artist could draw a mouth as soft and inviting as Vance’s. The man was just
so damn kissable. Always had been. Shayla sighed as she realized how much harder
this meeting was going to be than she’d originally thought.






She noticed the way he watched her. Like an angry panther, his eyes were
always so intense, and they seemed to see right into her soul. When he looked
her over from head to toe, Shayla stiffened. Sure, the years had been kind to
Vance, but what would he think of her after all this time? She’d filled out,
pretty much all over. Gone was the skinny young girl with stars in her eyes.






Enough, she chastised herself. She wasn’t here to visually devour the man.
She was supposed to explain why she’d dumped him like so much garbage and walked
out of his life over a decade ago. Should be a ton of fun.






“Shayla,” Vance gritted out. He blinked a few times, and Shayla wondered if
he was as baffled as she was by her presence. And the way he said her name, as
if it left a bad taste in his mouth, didn’t give Shayla much confidence
either.






“Hi,” she said, smiling in an effort to hide her anxiety.






Vance frowned. “It’s been a long time, Shay.”






Don’t I know it? A gust of cold January wind hit her in the face,
and Shayla stiffened. “May I come in?”






He hesitated, but Shayla couldn’t blame him. After what she’d done to him, he
had every right to slam the door in her face. When he stepped back and let her
into the foyer, Shayla counted it as a small victory. “I hope I wasn’t
interrupting,” she said, then cringed at the sound of her own voice. She was
talking to him as if he were a perfect stranger. As if they hadn’t once been in
love.






Vance shut the door and tucked his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.
“Nope.”






“Oh, well, that’s good,” she said as she looked down at the floor and hitched
her purse up her arm. Where was she supposed to begin? Even though she’d
rehearsed this a million times, Shayla was suddenly at a loss for words.






“You might as well get to it.”






At the sound of Vance’s deep voice, Shayla looked up. Their gazes connected,
and she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her throat closed up
and her heart rate sped. When her face felt as if it were on fire, Shayla
groaned. Oh please, not now. She simply could not have a panic attack
now. When her lips began to tingle and her eyes felt as if they were bulging out
of her head, Shayla knew that was exactly what was happening.






Vance stepped forward and took hold of her shoulders, his expression filled
with concern. “Hey, you okay?”






Shayla couldn’t get her mouth to work properly, so she shook her head
instead. Her hand went to the front of her turtleneck sweater and yanked in an
attempt to get air into her starving lungs. It didn’t help; nothing would. She
felt Vance tugging her coat off, and within seconds, he had her sitting on the
couch.






Vance crouched in front of her. “Easy now,” he murmured. “Just relax and take
a few deep breaths.”






She did as he instructed, and when her face started to cool down, she knew
the anxiety was beginning to pass. A large palm pressed to the back of her neck
and rubbed. For a moment, Shayla let herself sink into the warmth of having
Vance’s gentle palm against her skin. After so many years without his touch, she
wanted to soak in every second. Too soon, he was moving away. He sat in the
chair across from her, his expression unreadable.






“Thanks,” she said. “I’m not sure what happened there.”






He cleared his throat and sat back. “Now that you can breathe, care to
explain why you’ve decided to show up on my doorstep after all this time?”






Here goes nothing. “I wanted to clear the air,” she blurted out.






Vance’s gaze shot wide. “Are you for real?”






Oh yeah, there’s that Vance Jennings temper. “I know I don’t deserve
it,” she said, “but please listen to me.”






Vance shrugged. “Why would you think I’d even care? It’s been twelve years,
Shay. A lot of time has passed.”






She held up her hands, palms out. “You’re right, there’s no reason you should
give a fig, but aren’t you a little bit curious? Didn’t you wonder why I wrote
that letter telling you we needed some time apart?”






“No,” he bit out, “because I already knew why.”





Her own temper flared. He was so sure he had all the answers, but Shayla knew
better this time. “Oh really?”






Vance leaned forward, so close she could smell his intoxicating male scent.
“You were Daddy’s good little girl, and you got tired of playing with the bad
boy of Blackwater.” He looked her over, lingering for a heart-pounding few
seconds on her chest before meeting her gaze again. “I was good enough to fuck
but not good enough to keep.”






Shayla paled. Was that what he’d thought? That she hadn’t loved him? That he
hadn’t been her whole world?



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Another red-hot scene!

Another hot scene for you. This is from Instructing Sarah, which is available on Kindle only!





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Greg got onto the bed, between her smooth,
fleshy thighs and looked his fill. She had a neatly trimmed bikini line, and
her clitoris and plump nether lips were totally exposed to his view. He licked
his lips. “If I don’t get me a taste of some of that honey I’ll surely die,
Sarah.”

He lowered his head and licked her from her clit to her dewy lips, and
then in between. Her legs closed in embarrassment, but his hands clutched her,
holding her firmly in place. Greg tasted her tangy flavor on his tongue and
knew he’d never sampled anything sweeter. He inhaled her womanly scent, sucked
her clit in between his teeth and nibbled.

Sarah’s hands flew to his head,
clutching and grasping handfuls of his hair in stinging desperation for more.
When his tongue thrust between her folds, she lost it completely and pushed
against his face, undulating as he tongue-fucked her. A few more licks to her
clit and she burst wide, screaming and straining against the unyielding hold
his hands had on her soft thighs. He stared as she became lost in the age-old
instinct to hold onto the delirious feelings of orgasm for as long as humanly
possible.

Greg waited her out,
keeping his tongue and lips against her sopping wet mound while she gained
control once again. Sarah collapsed back, the muscles in her thighs going slack
as they fell open, her hands dropping back to the bed. Only then did he lift up
and stare down at the tempting picture she presented.

She looked nearly asleep
already, exhausted from her climax, but when he dipped his finger into her
slippery cunt her eyes flew open on a start. He pulled it back out and brought
it to her lips, rubbing her lube against them before he leaned down and kissed
it off her. She whimpered for him and
wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of her...


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A Sexy Scene from Vance's Rules

Since I'm in the mood to share the hotness lately, how about a sexy scene from Vance's Rules (releasing May 15th)?



You can read the first chapter HERE

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Adult Excerpt:



With a swiftness that surprised her, Vance came down on the bed and lay down next to her. A pair of large, calloused hands grasped her around the waist, pulling her up and sitting her down on top of him in one smooth motion. At once, Shayla felt totally exposed.




He seemed to sense her nervous jitters. "You’re beautiful, Shayla," he murmured. "I want to watch you this time." She started to say something, anything, but Vance hushed her with a finger to her kiss-swollen lips. "You can be the one to run the show when we’re in this position. Wouldn’t you like that?"




To be in control of the powerful Vance Jennings? Yeah, Shayla liked the idea a lot. When his arousal pushed at the cleft of her bottom, a little thrill ran through her. He was hard for her. She wanted to think that no other woman could do that to Vance, but she knew she’d be kidding herself. Still, she could pretend. 

Shayla wiggled her hips, and the sound of her name came from somewhere deep inside of Vance. The sight of him beneath her held her spellbound. A sexy dusting of dark curly hair sprinkled his muscular chest, and his six-pack abs made her anxious to dance her fingers across every hard inch of him. As her gaze wandered lower, she took in the enticing trail of hair that brought her to his cock, which stood out from his body, a long, thick length of steel that had Shayla’s mouth watering. When she glanced into his hazel eyes, they darkened with the fire burning bright inside him. She watched his lips thin as if he wasn’t too sure about letting her be in charge all of a sudden.




"Are you certain you wouldn’t rather be on top?" she offered. "I don’t mind." He was such a sexual man, meeting his needs suddenly seemed like a major undertaking. She didn’t know if she had it in her to please him.




"I’m sure," he said in a rough voice. "I like seeing your pretty body perched on top of me. I’m free to explore this way."




When Vance’s hands closed over her breasts and massaged, Shayla became lost to the sensation of his work-scarred palms teasing her sensitive nipples. She closed her eyes and began to move her hips back and forth, slowly at first, enjoying the feel of his hard cock nestled between her buttocks. Bracing herself on his chest, she rolled her hips back and forth, clenching her thighs around him. Vance growled low in his throat and moved his hands to her ass cheeks. He squeezed and tore a moan from deep within Shayla. She opened her eyes again and bent down far enough that her nipples grazed his chest hair. The dark curls rasped them to taut peaks.




"Kiss me, honey," Vance urged.




Unable to deny him a single thing, Shayla brought her mouth to his and licked at his full lower lip. God, no man should have a mouth so beautiful. Her teeth nibbled at the satiny skin, and his arms came around her and crushed her to him. She felt herself spiraling out of control, felt Vance’s instinctive need to dominate boiling to the surface. He was more demanding, and definitely rougher than before. The grown-up Vance had a wild side, and it turned Shayla on something fierce. Her passion burned hotter as she gave herself freedom to do the things she’d dreamed of for so many years.




Shayla rose up a fraction and gazed into his heavy-lidded eyes. "I want to taste more of you," she said. "Please."




As if not trusting himself to speak, Vance nodded. She lowered her head to his chest and tasted his salty skin. He was so deliciously male, Shayla knew she’d never get enough. Her tongue darted out and laved his nipple. Her fingers curled in his chest hair, and she tugged a little. He groaned, and Shayla smiled. She slid down his body, oblivious to her own nudity now, and kissed his flat, rock-hard abs. She ran her hands over his steely chest and his thick biceps. Shayla had a need to touch him everywhere at once, to memorize every line and angle.




When she reached his cock, Shayla looked up the length of him and saw the raw need in his gaze as he watched her, his entire body still and tense. She swept her hair out of the way and lowered her head. Without breaking eye contact, Shayla grasped him in her hand and squeezed.




"Fuck yeah," he growled.



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An Older Story Available on Kindle

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Just a quick note to let you know that I've made one of my older stories available on the Kindle for the first time! For a limited time I offered Instructing Sarah up for free on my website, but all good things must eventually come to an end, right?







Here's a bit more about the story. And I hope you like the exclusive excerpt!







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Blurb:

Greg Stiles craves his neighbor, Sarah
Templeton. He figures she should’ve been named Sarah Temptation. So far, he's
been a good boy and kept his distance. When another man moves into their complex
and starts sniffing around Sarah, Greg’s honorable intentions fly right out the
window. Time to show Miss Templeton just how good he can be.

Sarah isn't
ashamed of her virginal status, just tired of it. She's always wanted a husband,
kids, and the white picket fence. Those dreams seem forever out of reach. So
when her hunky neighbor asks her out on a date, she jumps at the chance. She’s
watched him. Wanted him. Now she’ll have him. Problem is, how does she keep
him?







Excerpt:


Sarah felt ridiculous standing in the wet mulch as she attempted to yank out one weed after another, but she took pride in her condominium. She‟d worked hard to have a place of her own since getting out from under her father‟s thumb. He‟d been a controlling and condescending man and she alone had taken the brunt of his forceful will. Being the only child with a mother who had skipped out only months after giving birth, Will Templeton had used her to exact revenge upon the woman who‟d wronged him. At every turn, Sarah was told how she was exactly like her mother. Just as useless, just as unappreciative. It had taken all her will power to realize he was nothing more than a bitter man who didn‟t value the joys of fatherhood.




She wanted a family, lots of kids, and a husband who would dote on them, but, at the ripe age of twenty-five, she was no closer to having that dream come true than she had been at twenty-four or twenty-three. She was the only twenty-five year old virgin she knew and she was pretty damn sure she would be heading straight to old maid status if she didn‟t do something to kick her sex life into gear. If she couldn‟t have children and a husband, the very least she could have is some fun.




Oh, it wasn‟t as if she was invisible to men, but none had ever made her want to take off her clothes. She‟d had a few boyfriends, but the relationships had always left her wanting more, as if there was something, or someone, out there just waiting for her.




Sarah yanked extra hard on the weed at her idealistic notions. Her father would roll his eyes and scoff if he knew she was thinking such things. He was a no-nonsense man and his attitude had always been that she was better off never falling in love. Love caused pain, he‟d say. She heard him mutter those words thousands of times. "Sarah, trust me. I know best. Love is like fog—one minute you can nearly taste it, the very next it‟s gone, and you‟re left wondering if it‟d all been nothing more than an illusion to start with."




She‟d kept her thoughts to herself and let him rant. He wouldn‟t take stock in anything she—a woman—had to say anyway so she‟d never bothered to change his mind. Again, she yanked at a weed, realizing too late that it‟d been a flower. "Damn it!"




"I‟m eternally grateful that I‟m not green and growing in your garden."




Sarah stumbled at the husky drawl and fell face first into her patch of daffodils. She twisted around, careful not to destroy her flowers completely and saw that the voice belonged to none other than Greg Stiles, her sexy, dark-haired neighbor with the brooding good looks that belonged on the cover of a hot romance novel. He was big, standing at the very least, six foot two, and had the solid body that could only be gained by hours and hours of hard work. She had admired him from afar for the entire two years that she‟d lived at Willow Glenn Condominiums, but he always seemed to be avoiding her, as if it pained him to be in her presence. Too late, she realized she was just sitting in mulch and staring.

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Contest WINNERS!

My 5 winners of last week's contest are (in order):

1st place: Joanne B

2nd place: Debby

3rd place: Betty@cinderpeak.com

4th place: Lorimeehan

5th place: Tammy F

Ladies--send me an email at annerainey11@gmail.com to claim prizes, etc!

Thanks for ALL the terrific comments! Sorry I'm late chosing winners, but the days sort of got away from me. :)








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Who Wants Goodies?

I'm back from the Romantic Times Convention and I'm TIRED! It was a terrific event. I'm definitely planning to go again next year. :)



Now that I'm home though, I'm faced with the fact I ordered too many goodies! So, I'm doing a little giveaway today. All you have to do is go to the description page for Vance's Rules and read the blurb and excerpt. Then answer this question: Should Vance give Shayla a second chance?



I'm going to pick 5 winners! :)



First Place winner will receive:

So Sensitive (print),

Pleasure Bound (print),

a .PDF copy of Naked Games (which releases 8/1/12),

along with several misc. goodies.



Winner 2 will receive:

Body Rush (print),

Some Like it Rough (print)

a .PDF copy of Vance's Rules (which releases 5/15/12)

and several misc. goodies.



Winner 3 will receive:

Seduce Me (print),

Dare Me (print)

and several misc. goodies.



Winners 4 and 5 will receive:

readers' choice of one of my current ebook releases

and several misc. goodies







I'll pick winners on Friday, April 20th!





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