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Ride of Her Life--Out Now!

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My first Ellora's Cave release is now live, baby! Check it out! *g*


Ride of Her Life

By: Anne Rainey

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Blurb:
It's been a year since her divorce and Lily Justice is ready to move on—but not with just any man. She's got a certain drool-worthy body shop owner in mind. It's almost convenient that her car needs some work. And when she meets Kyle Wolff up close and personal, her inner-slut has to have him, age difference be damned. With the car staying at the shop, Kyle graciously offers to give her a lift home.

While she accepts a ride on Kyle's hot motorcycle, Lily's inner-slut wants a hot ride on Kyle.

She's about to get what she wants. And it will be the ride of her life…

ADULT Excerpt:

As Kyle lay in bed, darkness surrounding him, the only thing he could think about was Lily. How she'd looked standing in her driveway earlier in the day, eyes bright with passion, lips swollen from his kiss. Jesus the woman was hazardous to his self-control. Would she have invited him in if he'd stuck around? He hadn't wanted to pressure her. Lily was all class. Giving her the impression that he was only after her for sex didn't fit in with his plans. There was more to it than that. In Lily, he saw a woman of substance. A woman who would challenge him. She made him think crazy thoughts. Thoughts like making her his—so no other man had a right to look at her with lust in their eyes.

Reaching over, Kyle picked up his cell phone from the nightstand and pressed speed dial two.

"Hello?"

Her husky voice filtered over the line. Sexy. Kyle looked at the neon numbers on his alarm clock and winced. It was eleven o'clock at night. Shit. "Did I wake you?"

"Kyle?"

The note of surprise in her voice was of the good variety. Smiling, Kyle stuck his arm behind his head and answered, "Yep."

"Oh, hi. And no, you didn't wake me. I was just laying here going over some photos."

"Laying?" His cock flexed. "Are you in bed?"

She laughed. "Is this one of those what are you wearing phone calls?"

Playful. He liked that in a woman. "Do you want it to be?"

A pause, then, "I've never had one of those, so I don't really know."

"Never?"

He heard a rustling sound before she said, "Nope."

Kyle closed his eyes and tried to imagine her surroundings. Tried to imagine her. The latter was easy. "You're a phone-sex virgin, huh?"

She laughed again. The sound vibrated through his entire body, sending his nerve endings on a holiday. "I've never really thought of it, but I suppose I am."

"Then allow me to guide you through your very first," he growled.

"Okay."

Surprised by her quick agreement, he asked, "Really?"

"Yes, really. I want to know what I've been missing out on."

Her husband must have been a real ass. "Are you in your bedroom? In bed?" Damn, how he wished he could drive to her house and see for himself. Patience. She needs time, dickhead.

"Yes."

"Good. Now, this is the part where you tell me what you're wearing." He kept his voice soft, undemanding. "And if it's an old pair of ripped-up sweats with spaghetti sauce stains, that's okay. Be honest."

Several seconds drifted by before she replied, "This is so weird."

"It's just the two of us, Lily. It's okay to let yourself go a little."

"Then here goes. I just had a shower and my hair is still damp. I'm wearing one of my favorite nightgowns. It's red and greed plaid. Short, sleeveless and about twenty years old."

"Comfy, I like that." He waited a heartbeat before asking, "Bra? Panties?"

"White cotton panties," she answered. "No bra."

"Mmm, that's sexy, Lily. Very sexy."

She snorted and for some reason Kyle found the sound as cute as hell. "You wouldn't say that if you saw me right now. No makeup and an old, ugly nightgown. Icky."

"On you it's sexy, trust me." He softened his voice, making the moment even more intimate for her. "Does the nightgown have buttons down the front, Lily?"

"Y-Yes."

Her voice hitched. Kyle's dick swelled. "Undo them for me."

"I'll have to set the phone down."

"Can you put me on speaker?"

He didn't hear anything at first. For a frustrating moment Kyle thought the call had been dropped. Finally, she said, "You're on speaker now."

"Good," Kyle murmured, then stayed quiet, waiting for her to do as he bid. Wondering how far she'd go.

"I-I'm done."

When her voice came over the line this time, Kyle heard the shyness in her tone. He wanted her beyond that. He wanted her to feel, not think. "Spread it open for me, little Lily. Nice and wide so your breasts are exposed."

"This feels…"

Her voice trailed off, forcing Kyle to gently prod. "What do you feel?"

"I feel like you can see me. Even though you can't."

"Ah, but I can see you. You're filling my mind with your beauty right now."

"You don't even know what I look like beneath the clothes. I could be covered in warts."

He chuckled. "You're stalling, Lily. Did you spread the nightgown like I asked?"

"Yes."

I wonder…just how far will Lily go? *g*

http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-8568-50-ride-of-her-life.aspx

and of course my inspiration for Kyle ;-)
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New Release--What She Wants

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Hi All,

Just a quick update—
What She Wants is now available for purchase at Samhain Publishing. This is the first of a short series I'm doing and I'm super excited about it!


"What She Wants" by Anne Rainey
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Genre: Contemporary Romance, Red Hots!

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ISBN: 978-1-60928-144-1
Length: Short Story
Price: 2.50,
Publication Date: August 3, 2010
Cover art by Scott Carpenter

Summer just got a whole lot hotter…

Summer Chase has already loved and lost once and she has no intention of going through that pain again. But when a hunky Camaro-driving P.I. shows up at her B & B looking for a room for the week, she sees something more than a hard-bodied guest. For the first time since her husband's death, Summer's sexual interest is awakening, and she's not about to hit the snooze button!

Gage Knight is a P.I. in desperate need of a vacation. His impromptu trip to Cape May, New Jersey, seems just what he needs to relax and unwind. But when he knocks on the door of Chase's Bed & Breakfast and comes face to face with sexy owner, Summer Chase, relaxing drops to the bottom of his to-do list. Now all he wants is a tasty Summer treat, and he plans to take his time, savoring the curvaceous beauty one inch at a time.

Question is…can she watch Gage drive off into the sunset when the week comes to an end?

Warning: This story contains a hard-as-nails, ornery, demanding, tattooed PI eager to please, a widow ready to get back to the business of living and loving, and the kind of hot summer sex that you just might want to bookmark for later.

Body Rush--OUT NOW!

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Body Rush

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Three restless women...one naughty idea...



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

Psychologist 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. So when she catches his hungry eyes on her, she offers him an after-hours culinary lesson he'll never forget...



Heat Alert: Smokin' Plus!

this story contains lots of hot lovin', multiple partners, anal sex, oral sex, toys, and Dom/sub situations. NOT for the faint-hearted!

Available soon at:

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Prologue

The loud music hit her the instant she stepped through the doors. Lydia loved it. Going to Charlie's, her favorite hangout, after work on Friday night always helped her forget about the lawyers she worked for. There were three of them and they were all exasperating. Working at a law firm sucked in ways that most people couldn't grasp. Her only escape from the stress came when she met up with her two best friends, Roni and Jeanette. They'd known each other since grade school. While everyone else had moved on and forgotten about their school pals, the three of them had stayed in touch. Sometimes she thought they were closer now than ever. Maturity maybe. Who knew the reason, all Lydia knew for sure was that she'd be lost without them.

As she moved through the crowded room, Lydia felt someone's hand on her ass. She turned and glared at the man sitting with a group of men, all grinning like idiots. The hateful look she tossed his way must have worked because he pulled his hand back and started to scope out his next victim. Lydia spotted her friends sitting at a high round table at the back of the bar. Roni waved her over. Lydia smiled and headed towards her.

As she reached them she noticed her favorite drink, a fuzzy navel, ready and waiting. Roni moved to another chair, giving her the one on the end. "Why is it men think it's cute to grab a woman's ass? Do they really think it's going to get them laid?" she shouted in an attempt to be heard over the noise. She slid onto the chair and grabbed her drink, wondering if she'd look like an alcoholic if she downed half the glass in one gulp.

"I'll never understand why men do half the things they do," Roni tossed back with an angry edge to her voice. "Trying to figure them out is a waste of time."

Jeanette leaned close and said, "There is one particular guy I wouldn't mind grabbing my ass. The only problem is I don't think he even knows I exist."

Lydia and Roni both moved closer, their attention rapt. Lydia spoke up first. "Are you still hot for that motorcycle dude coming into your café?"

Jeanette's gaze filled with unbridled lust. "If you saw him, you'd be drooling too. I'm telling you, he's the yummiest thing I've seen yet."

"You've lusted after this guy for what, a year?" Roni asked.

Jeanette laughed. "It feels that way sometimes, but it's only been about six months."

Lydia took a sip of her drink. Already she could feel herself relaxing, as if the last several days were a distant blur. She looked across the table at Roni and shook her head. She still couldn't picture her sharp-tongued friend as a psychologist. On a good day she was hard to get along with. On the other hand, Jeanette's job seemed to fit her to a 'T'. Owning a quant little coffee shop seemed the perfect choice for her introverted friend.

"If you don't ask him out, someone else will," Lydia taunted, hoping to push her friend into making a move.

Jeanette bit her lip. "I'm so damn shy around him. He comes in with this black leather jacket and tight, faded jeans and I just want to jump him. All that dark hair and those dark eyes." she sighed. "Every time I see him I think, this is it. I'm going to ask him out. Or at least find out if he has a damned girlfriend. But I just get all tongue-tied. Like I'm high school again." She clenched her fist around the long neck bottle of light beer she'd ordered. "It's frustrating as hell."

Roni piped up with her usual bit of sensitive logic. "He rides a motorcycle, he's gorgeous as hell and he comes to your shop every morning. Get a clue, girl, he wants to fuck you!"

Jeanette rolled her eyes. "What makes you think he wants me at all? He comes for the coffee, not the owner."

"Bullshit. He comes because you're hot and he wants to lay you across the counter. He could get coffee anywhere. Hell, he probably doesn't even live near your shop."

Lydia could see her friend's spirits perking up. "You really think so?" Jeanette asked.

Roni laughed and swallowed the last of her sex on the beach, before waving the waitress over and ordering another. After she hurried off to fill their order, Roni said, "He's just watching you squirm a little. Enjoying the way you blush and stammer. It's a game. He's wondering how long you can hold out."

Jeanette started to peel the label off the beer. "I've never asked a guy out before. Usually they ask me. I'm not shy exactly, but I am a little old fashioned I guess."

Lydia spoke up this time. "I think Roni's right. It's a new world these days. Men like it when a woman is sure of herself. You should definitely ask him out."

Jeanette's eyes grew round. "This coming from the shyest one of all?"

Lydia shrugged. "I've been doing some thinking. It's time we livened up our lives a little, don't you think?"

Roni narrowed her gaze, as if suspicious all of a sudden. "In what way?"

"I don't know," Lydia admitted as she looked down at her half empty drink. "It's just that we come here every Friday and nothing is ever any different. We work all week, date boring men, and then come here to bitch about it. I'm getting sick of it. I'm ready for a change."

"You might date boring men, but that doesn't mean we all do."

Lydia knew that tone. Roni always got her back up when someone pointed out that she wasn't perfect. "Oh really? What about that guy you went out with last weekend. You said he took you to the Opera and you wanted to sleep through the whole thing it was so boring."

Roni slumped. "Men always think they're going to impress me by bringing me to some expensive restaurant or some fancy theatre. Or they go the opposite route and attempt to please me by playing on my kinkier side. Just once I'd like to go out with a real man. Someone who isn't trying to impress."

"See? That's exactly what I mean. We all have these secret desires, but we don't act on them." Lydia looked at Jeanette, who'd remained silent throughout the exchange. "Just once wouldn't you like to toss caution to the wind and do something...wicked?"

Jeanette sat back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "Yes, I would. I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to strip naked and just offer myself to Mr. Motorcycle Man. But how can I possibly do that when I don't know a thing about him? These days it pays to err on the side of caution."

Lydia nodded. "I agree we should be cautious, but that doesn't mean we can't, just this once, do something completely out of character." When Roni and Jeanette both started talking at once, Lydia held up her hand. "Hear me out. If you don't like my idea, then we'll forget I ever mentioned it. Agreed?" Both women looked at each other before giving her the floor. "Roni is ready to get down and dirty with an honest, blue collar kind of guy. Jeanette you're so hot for Motorcycle Man I can practically see steam coming off you. I have my own little fantasy in mind too. I say we make a bet to see who can make their fantasy come true first."

Roni snorted. "Are you serious? We're going to bet to see who can get laid faster?"

"Not just laid, dork. The bet is to see who can make their fantasy become reality."

Jeanette gasped. "I cannot believe you're suggesting this. I can see Roni suggesting something like this, she's half crazy, but you? I've never even seen you loosen the top button of your blouse, yet you're sitting there proposing we make our wildest fantasies come to life?"

Lydia's face heated. Jeanette was right. It was insane to think she could actually make her own fantasy a reality. If her friends had half a clue what she wanted to do, they'd commit her to a sanitarium. She was about to call the whole thing off when Roni spoke up

"What's the winner get?"

Jeanette's gaze swung to Roni. Lydia couldn't speak.

"You're actually considering this ludicrous bet?" Jeanette squeaked.

Roni grinned. "Why the hell not? It sounds like fun. And Lydia's right, our lives are boring as shit. While I admit I do have some pretty wild sex, there's still something missing. I want more, damn it."

Lydia wished she could be more like Roni. She took life by the horns. All Lydia could ever control was her cat, Socrates. "I haven't thought that far. What should the winner get? While we're at it, what does the loser have to do?"

Jeanette held up her hand. "Wait, I'm already confused. How does one lose?"

"By not making your fantasy real," Roni answered.

"So in order to win, I need to ask Mr. Motorcycle Man out?"

"Not just ask him out, but you have to do the very thing you've been dreaming of," Lydia said, already wondering what she'd gotten herself into.

"I've had a lot of dreams about that man."

"Make one of them happen and you're safe from losing," Roni said as she finished off her second sex on the beach.

Lydia took a deep breath and went for broke. "So, back to the question. What does the winner get and what does the loser have to do?"

"The winner gets to have her fantasy come to life, obviously," Roni chimed in. "The loser...buys the rest a round of drinks?"

'No, that's not incentive enough," Jeanette said, as if she were beginning to warm up to the idea. "The loser has to...strip naked and walk down main street."

Lydia shook her head. "Illegal. It can't be against the law."

"Then the loser has to clean my car," Roni tossed out.

Lydia and Jeanette both shuddered. "That's cruel and unusual punishment, Roni," Lydia said. "Damn."

Roni rubbed her hands together. "But it's legal and it's incentive enough to get you two busy."

"What makes you so sure you're going to win?" Jeanette shot right back, her back stiffening in pride.

Roni winked. "Because I never lose, honey."

Lydia sucked down the last of her fuzzy navel, then ordered another. "Okay, now for the next part of this wager. We each have to reveal our fantasy."

Jeanette shrugged, "Mine's already been revealed. I want to have wild and crazy sex with Mr. Motorcycle Man."

Roni frowned. "I want a man who wants me for me. A man who isn't out to impress."

Both women looked at Lydia. "I want to have sex with a stranger, no strings, no names, just sex." Or maybe with two, she thought, but she wasn't ready to admit that.

Jeanette's jaw dropped and Roni eyes filled with awe. "Damn, I've never admired you more than I do right now," Roni mused.

Jeanette laughed and soon they were all cracking up. Deep down Lydia shook like a teenager on prom night. What the hell did I just get myself into?