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September 6, 2011
Two Red Hot Releases
Two of my very best writing buddies have releases at Samhain today and I've been fortunate enough to have read both of these books. RUN…do not walk…to Samhain, Amazon, Barnes and Noble (hell, I don't care where you go), but GET THESE BOOKS!! You like red-hot romance, lots of graphic, amazing sex, fiesty heroines and heroes that make you melt? If so, LISTEN TO ME. Go. Buy.
Lexxie Couper's Tropical Sin (oh and by the way, Nick is MY boyfriend. You can look, but NO touching. I mean it!)
It takes more than a rock star to rock your world. Sometimes you need a friend.
McKenzie Wood is Australia's star gossip mag journalist, and she's just spied the story of a lifetime: rumor-shrouded rock star, Nick Blackthorne—who thinks he's incognito at Bandicoot Cove resort. The word is Nick's a sex addict about to come out of the closet, and who better to lure Nick out than her BFF, Aiden Rogers—a pulse-poundingly gorgeous firefighter who is always there when she needs him, no matter the challenge.
Aiden admits it's pretty damned pathetic that he can rush into burning buildings, but not have the guts to tell McKenzie he's in love with her. No way can he tell his best friend he'd like to do some seriously sinful things to her, especially since she's never shown one iota of sexual interest.
Nick looks forward to some "unfamous" downtime in his home country. He's surprised to find his creative muse stirred—more like brought to rigid attention—by a couple so sexy that all he can think about is the three of them. Together.
Three bodies move together as one, and the music becomes a smoldering beat that rivals the island's heat. When the truth inevitably comes out, the heat might be enough to save three souls…or end up just another sinner's lament.
Product Warnings
One plus one plus one equals OMG sex, are-you-freaking-kidding-me orgasms and some serious mind-blowing climaxes.
Jayne Rylon's Mistress's Master (HOLY. CRAP. Jayne wrote a sex scene in here that I've never seen anywhere else. Blew. My. Mind.)
Nothing can bring her to her knees—except a dose of her own medicine.
Men in Blue, Book 3
Mistress Lily, proprietress of the elite Black Lily club, battles something more frightening than the dark forces of her own desire. SexOffender, a potent aphrodisiac designer drug with terrifying side effects, is ripping through the BDSM community.
Determined to protect her charges, Lily plays a dangerous game, cozying up to the drug's creator while secretly smuggling victims to safety. It's a war she's losing…until the night she spots an undercover cop at what is supposed to be a private bash.
Blind luck scored Jeremy Radisson the break he needed to get close to Morselli. Gaining the kingpin's trust, though, means revealing parts of his past as a legendary Dom. And teaming up with a woman who doesn't have a submissive bone in her body, yet dominates his every fantasy.
When Morselli unexpectedly changes the rules, Lily and Jeremy find themselves pitted against each other in a wicked game of who's-on-top. Lily's forced to make a desperate choice to prove her loyalty. Jeremy relies on every ounce of his power to keep her safe without blowing their cover while praying they survive long enough to find out if she'll kneel for him…forever.
Product Warnings
Buckle up! This book is a one-way ticket to Dir-tay Town. Stops along the way include Massive Ménage Village, Sex Machine Square and Fisting City. What else would you expect from an experienced Mistress and the Master who tames her?
OH–And don't forget to check out the International Heat Red Hot Fall Premieres party. It's starts today. Commenters can win prizes on premiere blog days as well as have their name thrown in the hat for a KINDLE (winner of the grand prize will be announced on Oct. 1)
September 5, 2011
Quote of the Day
–Albert Einstein
September 4, 2011
Red Hot Premieres Contest
This fall, the gals at International Heat have LOTS to celebrate. As a result, we've decided to share in that celebrating with you. This month on the International Heat blog, we will each be featuring an inside peek at our new fall releases. For each Fall Premiere blog, there will be a daily prize. Simply leave a comment to be entered. Commenters will also be entered into a Grand Prize drawing for a Kindle which will be announced on October 1! Pop on over! Join the party and the fun! The first Premiere blog will arrive on September 6, so be sure to check out International Heat then.
September 3, 2011
Saturday Snippets
The weather doesn't get much colder than in Erotic Research.
Snippet:
A loud knock at the door had her jumping up. Suddenly feeling very isolated and unprotected, she scanned the room for some sort of weapon. Spying a big log in her pile of firewood, she grabbed it, cowering in the corner. The pounding on the door continued, louder this time, and Julia's heart began to race. Who the hell would be on top of a mountain in the middle of nowhere on a day like this? It was a virtual whiteout outside.
"Jules, open the damn door. I'm freezing my ass off out here."
Ross? She sighed in relief, rushing to unlock the door, and there in the doorway stood her very tall, very wet editor.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, aware her tone was distinctly unfriendly, but he had scared her half to death.
Eyes narrowed, Ross entered the cabin, his arms laden with packages, a large duffel bag thrown over one shoulder, a backpack over the other. "I tried to call, but the phone lines are down," he answered gruffly.
"My cell?" she asked sarcastically.
"No service up here," he replied with equal irritation.
"Is something wrong?" She couldn't imagine what could be so bad it would compel Ross to leave the comfort of his penthouse apartment in New York City to drive for nine hours to the mountains.
"Blizzard." He unloaded his bags on the kitchen counter. "Headed this way. I was worried you'd be snowed in without enough food."
Secretly pleased at his incredibly sweet gesture, Julia smiled and helped him unload the soggy paper bags. "You've brought enough food for an army." She gaped at all the meat, vegetables, fruit and snacks he carried in. "I hope you don't think I need all this to survive. Hey, I didn't hear a car. How did you get here?"
"By the grace of God and my four-wheel drive. I almost made it all the way to the cabin. The snow is already pretty deep. I got stuck about a mile down the road. Had to walk the rest of the way. Looks like we're going to be stuck here for a while." Pulling off his drenched coat, he hung it on the peg by the door.
"My God," she exclaimed, glancing out the frosted window, "it's freezing out there and the visibility must be zero. You're lucky to have made it at all. What the hell were you thinking? You could have been killed." She put her hands on her hips, suddenly aware of the very real danger he'd just escaped.
"What was I thinking?"
"Yes. Good Lord, Ross, of all the idiotic things to do. What if you'd crashed the car? What if you'd gotten lost in the snow while looking for the cabin? You could have frozen to death."
Ross shook his head. Clearly, of all the receptions he'd imagined, this nagging scold was not one he'd considered. "I guess, like the idiotic fool I am, I thought you'd be glad to see me. That you'd offer me a warm drink and some supper. I thought you'd be happy not to be stuck up here in this godforsaken cabin alone in a blizzard!"
Biting her lip, she said softly, "Well, I am. Happy, that is. I was feeling rather trapped—and alone."
As quickly as his anger came, it left him. Smiling, he admitted, "It was a damn stupid thing to do. Unfortunately that fact didn't occur to me until I was about halfway up the mountain and I realized it was too late to turn around."
"Let's get you out of those wet clothes," she said, suddenly very pleased to have him with her. "I'll put some water on for tea."
"Don't bother with the tea. I brought a bottle of Southern Comfort." His hands shaking, he attempted, with little success, to tackle the buttons on his soggy flannel shirt. "We are in the South, after all."
"I'm not sure West Virginia classifies as the South. It's really sort of the middle. Here, let me." Pulling his trembling hands away, she quickly unbuttoned his shirt and tugged it off. His skin was like ice to the touch. "You'll be lucky if you don't catch pneumonia or frostbite," she said, unable to resist one more scold. "Come stand by the fire." Taking his icy hands in hers, she rubbed them lightly. "I'll get a blanket for you. Stay here and try to get warm."
Crossing the room, she retrieved a fleece blanket from the foot of the bed as Ross struggled with the button fly on his damp jeans.
"I'll do that," she said, concerned for his health. His hands were still trembling and looked blood red and chapped. No doubt he'd lied about how long he'd really been roaming around in the snow and wind.
"Jules," he started to object, but she was already working the buttons free, concern distracting her from exactly what she was offering to do. When she had the last button unclasped, she grabbed the waistband and started to pull the clinging denim off his legs. The task was harder than she would have thought, but sheer determination and worry kept her going. She struggled for several minutes, working the material down his muscular legs, stopping only to pull off his boots and socks, before finally peeling the jeans completely off.
"There," she exclaimed, looking up into Ross's suddenly pained face. Her mouth went dry as she realized that during her exertions she'd knelt in front of him and was now eye level with his barely clad cock straining through the material of his silk boxer shorts. This part of him certainly gave new meaning to the term "frozen stiff".
"I—" she stumbled, unwilling to take her eyes off his very large appendage. She was sure she'd never seen anything quite so big and her curiosity outweighed her embarrassment.
"My God," she whispered, awestruck as the monstrous cock seemed to grow even larger before her eyes. Without a thought, she reached up and nearly touched it before a growl above her and a strong hand on her wrist stopped her.
"Brown Eyes," Ross said, his deep voice flowing over her like honey, "if you don't move away from that this minute, I'll keep you kneeling there the rest of the night."
Erotic Research is available at Samhain, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Sony, Fictionwise, and All Romance Ebooks.
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August 31, 2011
Wild Times!
Wild Times (the print combo of Friday I'm in Love and Saturday Night Special) is available today! Woot Woot Woot!!!
August 29, 2011
Quote of the Day
For my son…on his 17th birthday…a poem by Rudyard Kipling
If
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And – which is more – you'll be a Man my son!
August 27, 2011
Saturday Snippet
This week's theme is games. I was instantly reminded of the red-hot game of pool in Inflamed!
Snippet:
"So how do you want to do this?" Keri asked as she picked up a pool cue. "Kind of hard to play pool with three people."
"You're on my team," Max replied, entering the room and setting the beers down on the lone table. "We'll take turns shooting against Shaw."
Shaw narrowed his eyes. "How come you get Keri? Maybe I want her on my team."
Keri laughed. "Believe me, I'm going to be the weakest link. Personally, I think you two should be fighting over who has to take me."
Shaw suppressed a groan. He wanted to take her, all right. "I don't think that's ever gonna be a fight Max and I will have."
Max threw him a warning glance as he bent down to rack the balls. "We'll take turns. I get Keri for the first game. You can have her next time."
"Or," Shaw said, rubbing chalk over the tip of his cue, "we could share her. She'll play with both of us." Shaw walked up behind her, bending her slightly over the table. "In the interest of sharing our vast experience with you, of course." He handed her the stick and wrapped his arms around her, pretending to show her how to hold the pool cue. The move was purely sensual. Shaw ignored the daggers he could feel Max shooting in his direction as his friend finished racking the balls. Shaw was done pretending so that Max could soothe his guilty conscience. She may still be sweet Keri, but she wasn't an innocent by any stretch of the imagination. Time to take off the kid gloves.
Keri grinned as she looked over her shoulder. His wicked intentions weren't lost on her. She bent lower and pushed back slightly, her ass rubbing against Shaw's cock.
"Like this?" she purred.
He gritted his teeth in an attempt to withstand her sneak attack. She'd taken him down with his own weapon. There was no way to mistake her movements as anything other than a pure come-on.
All bets were off.
Inflamed is available at Ellora's Cave, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Sony and All Romance Ebooks.
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August 26, 2011
Perfect Man Event!
Yee Haw!!! It's Cowboy Week during the Perfect Man Event. Hope you'll check out all the fun at Day Dreaming and Scorching Book Reviews!
August 22, 2011
Quote of the Day
"Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it. ~J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
August 16, 2011
Inequities
You just can't hold Jambrea Jo Jones back! The woman is ON FIRE! She has yet another release out this week with Total Ebound and I thought I'd give her a shout-out!
InequitiesBook three in The Seeds of Dawn Series
Sometimes you need to take justice in your own hands.
Russell Masters is having a pity party. Woe is him; he isn't fit to be in charge. If he doesn't change his way of thinking he could lose the very thing that could make him stronger.
Vivian Sommer can't understand why her mate won't claim her. They are destined to be together and she wants to be Russ' with an all fire passion. It means family and finally belonging. But she isn't going to sit around while he figures out they are better together.
Her tribe isn't willing to let her go with out a fight. Russ and Vivian must work together and stand strong because another threat could shatter their very existence.
Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series
