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December 9, 2010
Reviews – Do Over
Do Over was my debut novel with Carina Press and I have to say I've been thrilled with the response to this story. It's a special one to me because it's a fictional depiction of a real event that happened to my best friend.
From Night Owl Reviews:
"This short story was absolutely, positively fantastic. I thoroughly enjoyed visiting Faith and Troy's memories and watching Troy "do over" some of them. The love that was expressed with each stop was tangible and so real." -Terri
Also from Night Owls:
"This is a story I will read again just for the sheer joy of it." – Chris
From BlackRaven's Reviews:
"Do Over is more than a walk down memory lane for Troy and Faith. It is a wonderful snapshot of their marriage as they reminisce about the milestones of their life together. Recommended Read!" – Kathy
From Romance Book Scene:
"Very well written erotic romance featuring WOW bedroom scenes and a great romance. After the readers are done reading this one, you'll wish you were married to Troy."
From Everybody Needs a Little Romance:
"This story touched me more than any other book I've read this year. It hit home because it reminded me so much of my relationship with my husband." – Heather
From Karyn's Romanorum:
"I am not a huge fan of short stories, sometimes they lack emotional depth. That is not the case here. How wonderful to read of a couple in their mid-forties, married 25 years."
From Dr. J's Book Place:
"Oh my, oh my, get out your hankies on this one! This is a very emotional novel that will warm your heart, stroke your libido, and keep you enthralled."
From Whipped Cream:
"I have to say that Do Over wasn't entirely what I expected. Since Mari Carr penned the novella, I knew it would be hot – and I was right. The sex scenes should come with a burn notice. Each time you think Ms. Carr can't kick it up a notch, she proves to you just how wrong you are." – Fern
From Romance Novel News:
"Do Over" is a very entertaining read that is as romantic as it is erotic. Carr manages to make an old married couple seem sexy and even a bit adventurous. This is one of the best erotic romance novellas that I have read." A JP Recommended Read.
From Joyfully Reviewed:
"Ms. Carr accomplishes the impossible: she makes Do Over incredibly sweet, but without ever turning it saccharine. I admit, my favorite parts of the story were the letters Troy wrote to Faith. Quite honestly, they made me cry. Yes, each and every one. Joyfully Recommended!" – Shayna
From The Romance Studio:
"There is also plenty of hot erotic sex in the book, but it is so well written it just flows with the story. This is the first story I have read from the author but based on what I have read it will not be my last. She has a way with words that just draws you into the characters lives and almost makes you feel like an eyewitness. This is a great book for romantics of all kinds. Five Hearts!" – Ana
"The thing that I absolutely loved about this book was that it wasn't Faith doing all of the planning, she had no clue about any of it. Troy with some help from others had planned it all. After 25 years he wanted to show her that he still loved and desired her, and boy does he ever." – Heather
December 7, 2010
Raising the Stakes!
Well, I don't mind telling you that I have been waiting for this book's release for MONTHS! Jess Dee is about to rock the Samhain charts again with this red-hot story. It's the sequel to her smash, Going All In.
Oh…and check out the dedication. 
With special thanks to Mari Carr. If you hadn't kicked my butt, I'd never have written this book.
Viv Arend—how did I ever write before I met you? (BTW, Megan is a better woman because of you.)
And then there's Jennifer Miller… you're not just my editor, you're my hero.
Raising the Stakes
Play out the hand her way…or fold?
Three of a Kind, Book 2
After four years, Megan Loxley has given up waiting for her best friend, Desmond Reed, to realize she loves him. It's time to move on. When Des introduces her to his poker buddy, Alex Truman, the instantaneous sparks that flare between them signal her life is about to change forever.
Des could kick himself. How could he have failed to notice the perfect woman was by his side all this time? Now it's too damn late. And her innocent prodding about why he's suddenly so distant is only making his hunger for her worse. Then she gets one step too close—and his self-restraint snaps.
Stunned, bewildered, furious, Meg can't help but respond to the kisses for which she waited so long. God help her, she loves Des. And Alex, too. Immeasurably. Now what?
It may make her the greediest woman alive, but she's determined to win the next hand— even if she has to change the game a little. First step: state her wildly sexy proposition in a language both men will understand…and hope they'll stick around and play by her rules.
Warning: If you're looking for a cool game of poker, you won't find it here. This novella is so hot the cards are still smoking. The heroine may be new to the game, but she knows exactly how to play her two kings.
December 5, 2010
Cover happiness!
My favorite cover artist, Valerie Tibbs, has created two new covers for me for Samhain. Blurbs for the books can be found on the coming soon page, but I thought I'd share the covers with you here. Doing flip-flops over my first full-color cover for the Compass Brothers series! Squeeeeee!
December 4, 2010
Saturday Snippet
This week's snippet was probably one of the hardest themes I've had to accommodate. It's author's choice and I had a tough time deciding what to share. In the end, I picked a scene from Come Monday. It's the first book in my Wild Irish series. I recently put the finishing touches on the last book in the series, Any Given Sunday. In order to write the story, I went back and reread the first six. I've feeling a bit sentimental and sad about seeing the end of the Wild Irish and saying goodbye to the Collins family has been tougher than I would have imagined.
So…I thought I'd take you back to the beginning of it all.
Excerpt:
Chapter One
Keira Collins stared at the paper in her hands and bit back the growl of frustration that bubbled beneath the surface. She'd received another C-plus. Professor Wallace had finished handing out the graded work and was beginning his lesson on the importance of dialogue in fictional writing.
Screw him and his damn quotation marks.
She'd only taken this creative writing class on the advice of her advisor, who claimed she needed another English credit to fulfill the college's stupid general education requirements. So far she'd taken two years' worth of what she called "High School, the Sequel", all without setting foot in a single class in her major program. She wanted a degree in business technology, not to be the next freaking Nora Roberts.
The worst part of this class was, she knew her papers were perfect. English had always been one of her best classes in high school. She knew how to write a complete sentence—unlike Roy Decker. She glanced at the nineteen-year-old frat boy next to her to try to see what grade he'd gotten. She'd been paired up with Roy as critique partners the first week of class back in January. All that basically meant was she practically rewrote every word of his papers while he stared at hers and said, "This is real good."
Roy caught her gaze and flashed his paper toward her with an enormous grin, another C-minus, which apparently delighted the slack-ass boy to no end.
Great. They'd both gotten C's…again.
Her temper rose and she shot daggers at the back of her professor's head as he wrote the proper way to punctuate dialogue within a sentence on the white board. She'd tried—really tried—to use the man's asinine comments to improve with each paper, but it was clear she was beating her head against a brick wall—a six-foot-two-inch brick wall with light brown hair and soulful, deep brown eyes.
Crap, why did her teacher have to be so hot? He made her think completely inappropriate thoughts and she'd be damned if she became a cliché—the college coed who falls in love with her professor.
She'd refused to question Professor Wallace personally about her papers because the idea of being anywhere alone with him intimidated the hell out of her. When he looked at her, she felt as if he saw way more than just the surface and she was uncomfortable under his all-knowing gaze. Usually she kept her eyes averted as she took notes from the man's lectures lest she unwittingly reveal her less-than-scholarly interest in him.
But now it was mid-April, just two weeks from the end of the semester, and she'd finally hit her limit on all these damn C's. He was younger than most of her college professors—somewhere in his mid-thirties, she guessed, which should make him more approachable, not less. At twenty-seven, she was just old enough to feel completely out of place on campus as she watched the barely-out-of-their-teens student body discussing last weekend's wild parties. She should be old enough, mature enough to face Professor Wallace without babbling like a child. But there was something about the man. She didn't have trouble telling anyone what she thought and she considered herself a fairly independent, outspoken woman…with everyone except him.
He turned back toward the class and caught her eye. In the past, she would have scrambled to avoid that intense look. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and held his gaze. He stumbled momentarily over his words and she felt a small, petty smile curve the side of her lips.
She'd shaken Mr. Unshakable. Caused Mr. Perfect to lose his implacable cool.
He recovered quickly, finishing his thought, but his eyes refused to move from hers and she felt the moment stretching into a battle of wills. For several minutes, he continued to speak as if she were the only person in the room while she merely stared, not bothering to write down a word of his lecture. She'd pay for that stubbornness later, but right now the only thing that mattered was winning this war.
"Um, Professor Wallace." Roy's hand went up, forcing both of them to break their concentration.
"Yes, Mr. Decker."
"It's time for class to be over."
Professor Wallace grinned and Keira sucked in a deep breath at the sight. For a moment her confidence, her determination wavered and she considered avoiding the coming confrontation once again.
"So it is. I want you to bring rough drafts of a five-page short story to class next time. There must be a lengthy dialogue included in the story. Class dismissed. Miss Collins," Professor Wallace added as she rose. "Please follow me to my office. I'd like to speak to you about your paper."
Shit. Double shit.
She'd gone too far apparently, tempted the bear from his den and he had taken the decision to discuss her grade out of her hands.
She stiffened her spine and watched the other students file out as she gathered her things. Once the room was empty, the professor gestured for her to precede him down the hall. She knew where his office was, having stood outside the closed door on more than one occasion debating whether or not to knock and question his grading practices. She'd never managed to work up the nerve. She was starting to think she wouldn't have held on to it tonight either.
They approached his office door and he unlocked it, again motioning for her to lead the way. As she entered the room, she heard the door close behind them.
She turned and glanced at the closed door. He followed her gaze.
"I want to ensure that we aren't disturbed." His words, though spoken lightly, sent a shiver of fear through her. His voice was deep, sensuous, and she found her thoughts drifting to places best left unexplored.
"How old are you, Miss Collins?" he asked.
She was taken aback by his unexpected question. "I'm twenty-seven. Why?"
"You're considerably older than the other students in the class." His reply was succinct, but far from an answer.
She didn't think it was any mystery that she was older than most of her classmates.
"I don't consider seven, eight years such a vast gap."
He grinned at her and again she felt overwhelmed by the power of his close proximity. Every time the man got within five feet of her, her body shifted into overdrive. Her nipples were erect, her breathing stilted, her stomach tied in knots.
"I agree. It isn't," he assured her, and she realized at that moment he wasn't completely unaffected by their nearness either. He seemed slightly nervous as well. "You don't live on campus, do you?"
As he spoke, his eyes covertly traveled down her body and she was struck by the fact that his wayward glance didn't bother her, as it did when patrons of the restaurant where she worked did the same. His look seemed to be more appraising, almost clinical, while with other men the look couldn't be called anything more than a leer, an unsavory study of her body. She'd long ago accepted that men found her pretty. With waist-length, wavy black hair, porcelain skin and ice blue eyes, she'd fought off more than her share of unwanted attention. Of course, it helped that she had four enormous, overprotective brothers at her back.
"No, I don't live on campus," she replied. She still lived at home with her father and siblings, still worked as a waitress at the family business, still did everything the same as she had when she was a teenager. She sighed as she considered his question and how dull her life truly was.
Her mother had passed away midway through her senior year and the raising of her six younger brothers and sisters had fallen to her. Not that her father had ever charged her with that duty. As the oldest, she'd simply assumed the role because, well, there hadn't been anyone else and because she loved her family almost to the exclusion of everything else. She wondered sometimes if she'd almost lost her own identity in that love.
She glanced at the clock that hung on his wall. Five fifteen. She only had forty-five minutes to weave her way out of this unusual conversation and bust ass across town to be at work by six.
"You have some concerns about your grade, I believe." His astute comment, on the heels of his strange questions, left her reeling.
"Um, yes," she began, struggling to speak her mind under his intense gaze.
What would he look like without any clothes on?
That inappropriate question sent a flush of heat to her face and she watched his gaze narrow, his lips twitch slightly. He couldn't know what she was thinking. Could he?
"I don't understand why you keep giving me C's."
"I don't give grades, Miss Collins. My students earn them."
She rolled her eyes at the old teacher line and was surprised when her reaction provoked a light laugh from the man.
"I used to hate it when my teachers used that answer on me as well," he admitted.
"My papers are grammatically correct. I include paragraphs, proper punctuation and I know the spelling is flawless."
"And this, to you, indicates A work?" he asked.
"Yes." She looked up at him, wondering how they'd gotten so close. She could have sworn when they'd begun this conversation, he'd been halfway across the room. Had she moved? Had he?
"I've given you suggestions on every paper."
She scoffed. "The same suggestion on every paper and it doesn't make any sense. You say my writing lacks emotion. I've tried to address that, but you still say the same thing, every time. And you gave Roy Decker the same damn grade. His paper sucked."
"Miss Collins, this course is over in two weeks. Why are you only now questioning your grades? That comment?"
Frustration and weariness won out in her fight to maintain her anger. She still had an eight-hour shift to work. "I guess I thought I could figure it out on my own, but I can't. Fact is, I don't understand what you want from me."
He paused and for a moment she thought her question had taken him unaware, or somehow lowered his guard. "I want quite a lot from you actually."
She glanced at his face and was struck by the strange notion that his answer meant far more than schoolwork.
He must have recognized her confused look as he clarified, "I know what my students are capable of and I grade their work on an individual basis, on what I know they're able to produce. I'm sorry, but I won't discuss Roy's grade with you."
His laugh lines at the corners of his eyes crinkled as the beginning of his gorgeous grin peeked out again. She closed her eyes to block out the mouthwatering sight. She was fighting some serious arousal issues right now.
"I have high expectations of you because I know you are capable of writing something truly wonderful. There is more to writing than simply dotting the I's and crossing the T's."
"I understand that. I just don't know how to do what you're asking."
"Bring your papers—all of them—tomorrow. My first office hour starts at nine. Can you be here by then?"
She nodded. "Why?"
"We'll compromise. I'm going to show you what I mean about adding emotion to your writing and you're going to revise every paper, and then I'll re-grade them."
"We've written quite a few things," she said, trying not to have a nervous breakdown. Finals were approaching and the thought of rewriting nearly a dozen assignments made her want to cry. However, the idea of doing so much work paled in comparison to the thought of spending even more time alone with Professor Wallace.
"It may take us several meetings to get through all of them, Miss Collins."
"Keira," she said without thinking.
"Excuse me?"
"My name is Keira."
He nodded. "Keira."
Electricity shot through her body at the sound of her name spoken in his deep, sensual voice. For a moment, she envisioned herself tied spread-eagle to his bed as he whispered her name again.
Tied to his bed? What the hell kind of image was that? She blushed again as he took one step closer. She swallowed heavily when his gaze landed on her lips. Her tongue darted out to moisten them before she considered what her action might insinuate.
Was she inviting this? Him? To kiss her?
She struggled to breathe as they stood spellbound, motionless for one long moment.
He recovered first, clearing his throat and stepping away. "I'll see you tomorrow morning then."
She nodded, relieved—and oddly disappointed—to be granted so quick a reprieve. She turned toward the exit, ready to beat a hasty retreat.
"Oh and Keira," he said as she reached to open the door. She glanced over her shoulder at him. "Don't be late." His words were spoken lightly, but she sensed a darker, more thrilling underlying meaning. The words or I'll punish you hovered unspoken between them.
She held his gaze, nodded once and left.
Come Monday is available at Ellora's Cave, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and Sony, and coming soon, Come Monday will be put into a print volume with Ruby Tuesday. The print book will be called Wild Days.
How about taking a peek at a few more author's choice snippets from:
December 2, 2010
Reviews – Saturday Night Special
It's reviews day and today's featured book is Saturday Night Special. I can say without a doubt I had more fun writing this book than any other to date. It was my first no-holds-barred attempt at romantic comedy. I was trying to channel Janet Evanovich the entire time I wrote it! Needless to say, I was worried come review time. There's a very thin line between funny and obnoxious and sometimes it's hard to tell if you've crossed it or not! I'm relieved to say, the reviews were very positive and kind–phew!
From Whipped Cream Reviews:
Holly said "After reading this book, and those before it, I am ready to declare Mari Carr as Queen of the Hot and Sexy Romantic Comedy genre. Best Book!" LOVED THAT LINE.
From The Romance Studio:
Maura said "The plot had me laughing out loud at times and was pretty emotional at others. The love scenes were exceptionally hot. I really enjoyed this story of how two best friends become so much more. 4.5 Hearts."
From Black Raven's Reviews:
Kathy said, "Buckle your seat belt, sit back, and enjoy the ride. Saturday Night Special by Mari Carr is a light-hearted, fun, super sexy novel, and you will love it as much I did. Five Ravens."
From Night Owl Reviews:
Terri says, "Okay……humor, love, sex shops, seed bars, Wayne Newton look alikes, hookers…..what more could you ask for in a Las Vegas experience. It's all in this book. It will keep you reading and ignoring everything around you. This may be Ms Carr's best book in this series yet! TOP PICK!"
From Happily Ever After Reviews:
Clare says, "Carr's writing is fast-paced and full of wit. I could not put Saturday Night Special down. This was the first novel in the Wild Irish series I read, but it is not the first in the series. I cannot wait to read the rest of them. I highly recommend it to anyone looking for hot story from a writer with a sense of humor and an unerring talent for character and pacing. 5 Tea Cups!"
From Dark Divas Reviews:
Deb says, "I don't think I have ever laughed so hard reading an erotic story. Saturday Night Special sure gave me that and more. Five Divas and a Recommended Read!"
From The Romance Readers Connection:
Jeri says, "Filled with raucous adventure, funny characters, and a very hot romance between Aaron and Riley, readers of the previous books will not be disappointed in this story. What I like the most about the novels is their consistency and the stand-alone quality of each book."
From Fallen Angel Reviews:
Lynn says, "At this point Ms. Carr's story takes on an almost Shakespearean farce feel to it, complete with two strippers who despise each other, one infatuated taxi driver/Wayne Newton wannabe, one enraged pregnant wife, one clueless cheating husband and of course Riley who is leaning that her "mild mannered" new spouse is a sexual dominant who has more kinky tricks up his sleeve than a Vegas black jack dealer has cards. Five Angel and Recommended Read!"
From JERR:
Marc says, "I adore Riley. She is that crazy friend that tells stories and leaves the listener thinking, "That never happens to me". 4.5 Stars.
November 29, 2010
New Book Trailer!
Valerie Tibbs helped me create a new book trailer for my Black & White Collection of stories available at Samhain. I thought I'd do the grand unveiling here! I'm thrilled with how it turned out and I'd love to hear what you think.
November 27, 2010
Saturday Snippets
We've all been there. All lived through them. Bad Dates. Gah! Today's snippet is about a date that goes about as wrong as it possibly can. This excerpt is from my very first book with Ellora's Cave, Kiss Me, Kate. Been thinking about this book a lot lately as I'm working on the sequel, Three Reasons Why.
Excerpt:
A soft voice from the bottom of the stairs interrupted their brief reunion.
"I think he knew you were coming home." Kate came back into the living room. "I had to put him in the basement because he was so excited, I thought he would break something. I swear to you, Rick. I've never locked him away before today."
Rick smiled, hoping to reassure her. He knew how much Kate loved Rex. He could hear it in the emails she'd written about the crazy dog's exploits and adventures. "He can sense when something good is about to happen. Some sort of sixth sense, I suppose, and it does make him a pain in the ass. I had a friend from college come to visit last year. Rex picked up on my enthusiasm and ended up knocking the kitchen table over. Our whole dinner hit the floor. It's okay, Kate. I'm just sorry he couldn't help you when you needed him."
"Me too." Rick took a moment to study her to make sure she was okay and savor the image of her. She had changed into comfortable lounge pants, a long-sleeved tee and thick socks—and he found this outfit as stimulating to his libido as the silk and velvet one Zack had destroyed.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Thanks to you, I'm fine. But I don't want to talk about Zack any more tonight." Kate was obviously anxious to forget the whole sordid ordeal. "It's your first night home."
"So it is." He started to walk toward her. "I've miss—" he began, but the sound of a smoke detector caused Kate to cry out.
"My casserole!"
She ran by him into the kitchen and Rick arrived just in time to see billows of black smoke streaming out of the oven. Kate grabbed a potholder and pulled a charred casserole to the counter with a curse. Quickly, Rick raised the window above the sink and opened the back door. Kate picked up a towel and tried to send the smoke out the window while the detector continued its ear-piercing scream.
When the incessant beeping failed to stop, Rick watched in amazement as his mild-mannered librarian turned into a tiger. Fury filled her face as she grabbed a metal spatula from the counter and swung as hard as she could at the annoying noise.
"Shut up!" she yelled as the detector flew off the ceiling, breaking into at least a dozen pieces.
"Ouch. Remind me not to piss you off in the kitchen."
Embarrassed by her sudden fit of anger, she groaned. "I broke your smoke detector." Her voice was filled with remorse and Rick struggled not to laugh as she closed her eyes and immediately started her usual, adorable mumbling. "Great, Kate. Brilliant, just brilliant."
Unable to restrain himself, Rick responded to her self-recriminations with a laugh. "I thought it was rather brilliant. I mean, I understand the purpose and need for those damn things, but my God, that noise is unbearable, isn't it?"
Kate looked at Rick rather shell-shocked before a light giggle escaped. Rick smiled and bent down to pick up the pieces of the destroyed detector as Kate's giggles turned into great peels of laughter.
"Dolly Parton said in Steel Magnolias that laughter through tears was her favorite emotion and after the night I've had, I have to say I agree. Oh Rick." Tears of mirth streamed down her face. "I cannot even begin to count how many ways tonight has gone wrong."
Kiss Me Kate is available at Ellora's Cave, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Sony, and All Romance Ebooks.
November 25, 2010
Happy Thanksgiving!
Just wanted to wish everyone in the States a very happy Thanksgiving!
May your turkey be stuffed, your wine chilled, and your home filled with the people you love.
November 24, 2010
Steamy Reunion
My good friend, Jambrea Jo Jones has a new release today… and boy am I thankful for that! It's available today at Ellora's Cave. Fans of m/m romance take note because Jambrea is one of the hottest authors in this genre out there today!
Ambrose Firth hated high school, so why is he contemplating going to his fifteen-year reunion? One name—Noah Winters. Noah stars in many of Ambrose's wet dreams, but the man was a jock, and in high school, Ambrose was a geek. Not anymore. But he isn't dating anyone either. Not wanting to seem desperate, he does what any self-respecting gay man would—he hires an escort.
Noah is everything Ambrose remembered—and then some. With a little push from his "date", Ambrose determines to decipher the mixed messages Noah' s been sending all night. Imagine Ambrose's surprise when Noah can't keep his hands off him. But Ambrose wants more than just a romp. Noah better hold on for a steamy reunion.
Excerpt:
It was just an email. No big deal. Ambrose could do this. He didn't have to commit to anything, right?
Right.
He logged on to www.rentboy.com and plugged in his zip code to see who would come up. He'd learned about the escort website while surfing porn. Some of his favorite adult entertainment stars had mentioned they were listed on rentboy. But he wasn't there for a hookup. Damn reunions. Who had come up with the idea of these nights of torture anyway? Probably some popular kid who wanted to rub everyone else's noses in the fact that they were successful and happy.
Ambrose had the successful part down. He owned a chain of coffee shops in Chicago and had done pretty well for himself. Now he needed to work on appearing happy. What better way to do that than to show up at his old school with some arm candy? A sexy guy who would wow his classmates.
He wasn't a slouch in the looks department. At least not anymore. He'd grown into his features and spent a lot of his free time these days in the gym. Take that, jocks.
Why was he agonizing over this? He stopped thinking about the swirlies in the men's room and being trapped in his locker back then, and instead looked at the hot guys in front of him today. Shit, they were expensive. Maybe he could work a deal with one of them. He wouldn't be spending the night with the man, after all.
Wait a minute. Here was a guy who didn't look like a bodybuilder. Ambrose didn't like the muscle-bound physique—too much of a reminder of high school and unfulfilled fantasies. He shook off his neuroses and read the stud's ad.
My name's Ryan. I'm 6'2" with blond hair and green eyes. I have an 8" cock and know how to use it. I'm toned and sleek with a swimmer's body. Willing to travel. Call or email with questions and for my rates.
That sounded promising. Could he really do it? Hire a date? What the hell. You only live once. He would do it.
To: Ryan.xxx
From: Broman28
I am writing to find out your pricing. I am interested in hiring you to escort me to an event. There would be some travel involved. The event takes place in a suburb of Chicago. I would need you next Saturday around 5:00pm. We should be finished and home around midnight.
If you are free and interested please let me know.
Thank you,
Ambrose
Ambrose let his hand hover over the mouse. He paused for a minute, still not sure if he should hit send. Do it, do it, an inner voice urged, and he clicked. Now he had to wait for a reply. His palms were sweating. He needed to walk away. Who knew how long it would take for a response? He had to get to his office.
Why did an invitation back home make him feel so insecure? Maybe he should forget the reunion. Fuck them, he thought as he walked to the shower.
But Ambrose knew he wouldn't miss it and he knew why. Noah Winter. His cock hardened as the image of the teenage heartthrob worked its way into his mind. The daydreams he'd had of catching Noah au naturel in the locker room had kept him in a constant state of arousal all through high school.
November 23, 2010
Razor's Edge
So…I'll say it. I've been waiting for this book to release forever. I love Jayne Rylon's Men in Blue series. Thought Night is Darkest was an amazing book, even if she did steal the title and hero's name from me (hee hee). I'll also admit this–I've read this book. Had the honor of being a critique partner on the story. Guess you're wondering why I've been waiting for the release if I've already read it, right? I'll tell you why. BECAUSE I WANT THE WORLD TO READ IT! Great book, but what else would you expect from Jayne. She rocks. No two ways about it. And so…without further ado…here's Razor! The book is available at Samhain today.
There's a thin line between protection and betrayal…and they're dancing on it.
Men in Blue, Book 2
Isabella's marriage to the wealthiest man in the state looked fairytale perfect. Only she knows the truth behind the nightmare forcing her to run with the clothes on her back, the scars on her body and no one to trust. Not even her own father.
When the man hunting her has unlimited resources, hiding in plain sight is a wise choice. Isabella basks in the protection of the limelight as an instructor on a pro-am TV dance competition. Perfect plan, except her ornery partner is packing moves she never learned in any studio.
A rookie mistake in the line of duty earned Razor months of rehab and a healthy distrust of innocent-looking women. Determined to prove to his fellow men in blue his green has worn off, he goes undercover as Isabella's dance partner to investigate her possible involvement in a sex-slavery ring. But as he attempts to cozy up for information, their instant chemistry challenges his detached composure.
An attempt on her life should have cleared the air. Instead it muddies the waters even more, forcing them both to trust each other. And depend on the one thing Razor thought he'd lost. His instinct.
Warning: This book contains ultra-sexy young cops, who aren't afraid to show a girl their best moves on and off the dance floor.
