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18 Days Before Christmas...

SEDUCED & ENCHANTED

The fourth book in the Magical Seduction series
This was my Sleeping Beauty story. I'd always wanted to write a take on the old fairy tale and this story just lent itself to it perfectly.
Rio is a sweetheart of a guy, the youngest of the de Feo brothers and Rosie is perfect for him, a children's librarian who's looking for a little adventure. Together, they find romance, adventure and so much more.

Linchetto Rio de Feo has just met the woman of his dreams. Rosie Bianchi is smart, sexy, sweet…and cursed. She's got an evil dead witch on her tail and a secret even she doesn't know anything about.
Rosie can't believe her good luck. The gorgeous guy she just met is Prince Charming material. But after one night of hot sex, Rosie wakes up with magical powers and is thrust into a battle for her life.
Love will need a little help and a little luck, but where there's an enchanted rose hedge and three godmothers, there's magic.
Excerpt:
Gods be damned, he wanted her naked, needed to see her bare body. His clothes rasped against his skin, irritating him. He wanted them off.
 As if Rosie had read his mind, she broke off the kiss and caught his gaze as she peeled her cardigan down her arms. A smile kicked up the corners of her mouth as she reached for the bottom of her sleeveless sweater. Then she stopped.
 His breath stuttered in his lungs. Shit, was she having second thoughts? Because if she had, he'd— Oh, he knew what that smile meant. Maybe his little mouse was more adventurous than he'd guessed.
 Reaching over his head, he grabbed the back of his t-shirt and pulled it up and off, dropping it on the floor by his feet. Then he waited.
 Her smile spread as she lifted the hem of her sleeveless sweater, exposing first her stomach then her ribs. When she paused, his gaze shot back to hers and he watched her left eyebrow lift like Mr. Spock's. Except that he'd never found Mr. Spock sexy, and Rosie's eyebrow was sexy as hell, along with that little strip of flesh she'd exposed for him.
 Her eyes slid down his chest like melted ice cream dripping down a cone. Yeah, that image had definite possibilities. He was seriously going to raid her freezer later. Then he'd drip something sweet and wet all over her naked body. And then— Then Rio couldn't think anymore, because Rosie removed her top and uncovered a pretty pink bra. Oh, he wanted that bra.
 Rio toed off his sneakers and socks and watched as she bent to unlace her Chucks and take them off. Along with little purple-heart-decorated socks. With a tiny spell, he shifted a condom from his wallet into his hands and slid it between his back and the waistband of his boxer briefs. Then his fingers went to the button on his jeans while she reached for her skirt. He pushed his jeans down his hips, making sure he didn't lose his underwear. He wanted to see what was under that skirt first.
 As he stepped out of his trousers, he nearly lost his balance when he caught sight of the pale pink thong that matched her bra and barely covered her mound. He hadn't expected that. But he did appreciate a woman who gave a little thought to her underwear. Damn, maybe he should just drop to his knees right now and beg.
 Instead, he straightened and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his boxers. The tip of his hard cock had already escaped his shorts. He watched her gaze dip and her tongue lick her upper lip before disappearing. Christ, he wasn't going to last more than a minute if she kept looking at him like that. And that would be really fucking embarrassing.
 Her right hand lifted, fingers splaying on her sternum, her little finger just touching the swell of her breast. She stroked her fingertips over her skin, inching closer to her breasts with each second.
 His cock throbbed in time with her motions as he imagined her fingers doing the same on his flesh. But first he wanted her to take off the pretty lace bra that matched her panties. His gaze lifted, past the smile that promised so much. It mesmerized him and held his eyes captive. He didn't realize she'd taken off her bra until he saw her hand wave a little scrap of pink at him.
 It took a few more seconds before he let himself look at her. But when he did, his lungs ached as if he'd run a marathon and his heart kicked into an even faster rhythm.
 Her breasts were perfect mounds that sat high on her chest, the nipples small and pink. He couldn't wait to get his mouth on them. Her creamy skin gleamed in the dim light, pale freckles dotting her breasts, arms and stomach.
 Their game forgotten, he reached for her, cupping her breasts in his hands. His fingers molded to her velvet skin, his thumbs brushing the pebbled nipples. Lids fluttering down, she arched against him with a moan. Her head tilted back, exposing her neck and lifting her breasts up toward him.
 Never one to turn down a gift, Rio bent to lick one tight, candy pink tip. Gods, she even tasted like vanilla, sweet and tantalizing. And her skin smelled like roses.
 He nipped at her, barely grazing the skin, then opened his mouth and sucked her nipple in. 
She gasped then moaned, her chest expanding, pushing her farther into his
mouth. The sound made his body tingle and his cock pulse as he switched breasts, sucking and licking until she panted.
 Her hands lifted to cup the back of his head, sliding her fingers into his hair and raising goose bumps on his skin. His hand slid down her smooth stomach to that pale pink thong. He brushed his fingers along the silky material, close enough to her clit to make her shudder. But he didn't touch her there, not yet. Instead, he brought his other hand down and teased one finger through each of the strings holding the tiny triangle of fabric in place. He eased them off her hips. He would have gone slow, extended the tease, but she wriggled out of them, the soft hair on her mound brushing against his hands as she moved.
 Sensation shot from the tip of his shaft to his balls, making them tighten and throb. Hell, there'd be time for slow later. Right now fast and hard had just become as necessary as his next breath.

19 Days Before Christmas...

Jane's Warlord was my first true erotic paranormal romance. A friend of mine at the bookstore who knows me well said, "Here, you need to read this." So of course I did.

I immediately fell for Baran. He was hot, hunky and, holy crap, the sex was scorching hot. I'd read erotica before but this was the first time I'd read a story that mixed erotic sex with an actual romance story and paranormal elements. What's not to love?

I've continued to read almost everything Knight's written, but this continues to be my favorite. (According to her website, the book's been rereleased simply as Warlord.)

Reporter Jane Colby has seen a lot covering crime for the local paper, but the most recent murder is so brutal, it leaves even the most hardened detectives shaken.

Jane and the cops don't know it, but the killer is none other than Jack the Ripper. 
Turns out all the theories about those Victorian murders were wrong: Jack is actually a time-traveling cyborg psychopath named Kalig Druas. Now he's in Tayanita County - and he's set his sights on Jane.
Luckily, so has Baran Arvid, a genetically engineered warrior from the future. Baran and his talking wolf sidekick have been sent to protect her - and use her as bait to trap the killer.
None of this is good news to Jane, but she finds having a handsome bodyguard does have deliciously erotic benefits. Besides, Frieka the wolf is a scream.
Unfortunately, so is Jack.

20 Days Before Christmas...

SEDUCED & ENSNARED

The third book in the Magical Seduction.
Cam de Feo was my first true Alpha hero. Quiet, brooding, strong and domineering. He remains one of my favorite characters for those reasons. This was one of those easy stories, that seemed to write itself. Probably another reason this is one of my favorites. 

Etruscan linchetto Cam de Feo is tough, ruthless and determined to keep his magical family safe at all costs. Stella Palmer is a means to an end—nothing more. He will seduce her then use her to trap her evil uncle. At least, that's the plan. But he never expected to fall for the beauty.
For Stella, Cam is just the right man for a white-hot one-night stand. But in the bright light of day, she quickly realizes that he has much more to offer than great sex. While the dark forces of the Mal are threatening, family secrets will be revealed and Stella will discover a hidden world—filled with love and magic!
 Excerpt: 
She continued to kiss him, her hands slipping into the hair at the nape of his neck,winding in the curls made unruly by the humidity in the air. She tugged on them, a tiny pain that added fuel to the fire in his groin…and brought him back to his senses for a few brief seconds. He'd almost forgotten about his ears.
Too long and pointed to be mistaken merely as odd, they were the only part of his body that revealed his secret—that he wasn't the human he appeared to be.
 He was Fata, a descendant of a magical Etruscan race. His people came from the mountains and forests of ancient Etruria where they'd lived alongside the gods and goddesses.
 Today the Fata either blended with the humans or they lived in seclusion. Cam's family had chosen centuries ago to blend. It'd become second nature to hide his ears. If he forgot and slicked back his wet hair or let Stella get to close, he couldn't be sure how she'd react.
 He needed time to ease her into his world, to make sure she realized he would never hurt her.
 Molding one hand to her breast, he played with her nipple until it formed a stiff peak then he did the same to the other. Her breasts were small but responsive. With every caress, he felt her make an answering motion with her lower body, pressing against his erection in maddeningly short strokes. He stopped himself from pulling her against him, didn't try to contain her. Resting his arms on the rim of the tub, he let her do with him whatever she wanted.
 And it seemed that all she wanted to do was torment him. She continued to kiss him, her mouth hot, her tongue silky as it dueled with his.
 He tensed for a brief second as her hands released his hair, fearing she might stroke his ears, but she moved them down his neck and onto his shoulders. Her fingers smoothed down to his elbows then back up again, the slow wet friction of skin on skin making his balls tighten even more.
 From his shoulders, she moved to his back, lightly scraping her short nails down his spine and over his ass then back up. She did this circuit a few more times until he thought he'd go crazy. Then she moved her hands to his front, scratching down his stomach to just above the root of his cock, careful not to touch anything he was dying for her to touch.
 Groaning, he released her mouth to draw in a deep breath. "Stella…"
 She moved her mouth to the curve of his neck and shoulder and took a nip out of the skin. Her nails scraped back up his stomach again. "Yes?"
 He shuddered like a horse under the whip. "Use those on my cock."
 She licked a path across his collarbone. "I didn't hear you say please."
 "Please, Stella. Please use your nails on my cock."
 She smiled against his neck, her lips brushing against his skin. "I like the way you beg."
 Without warning, her hands wrapped around his cock and balls. His head fell back against the rim of the tub as she did exactly what he'd asked for. Her nails teased the sensitive skin of his shaft, making flashes of light spark behind his closed eyelids. He felt his orgasm build momentum as she scraped, his nerve endings tingling as if he'd been jolted by a live current.
 She continued her torment until he could no longer keep still. When his hips thrust forward, she released him—but only for the second it took for her to move her hips into place and take him inside her body.
 She settled on him with a sigh, her sex so wet she slid down to the hilt with little resistance. 
The sensation took them both by surprise because they gasped in unison.
 Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she rested her head against his neck and didn't move. He felt the tiny fluctuations of her sheath around his cock, taking it even further inside her body, signaling her oncoming orgasm.
 Cam didn't know how long they sat like that, unmoving but for her inner contractions. He didn't realize he'd started to sweat with the effort to hold still and absorb every sensation without taking over, until a bead of moisture made its way down the side of his face.
 His hands gripped the tub rim even tighter and he consciously eased off when he felt the concrete nearly give way beneath his fingers.
 He lifted his head and nuzzled his nose into her hair, laying a kiss on her head. "Stella?"
 "Yes." Her soft breath teased his neck, making his skin break out in goose bumps and his cock throb.
 "Make love to me, Stella."
 It was her turn to shudder and he knew he'd chosen the right words. The exact right words, because this was no longer about sex.

21 Days Before Christmas...

PRINCE JOE by Suzanne Brockmann

This was not the first Suzanne Brockmann book I read. That award goes to EVERYDAY, AVERAGE JONES, which I devoured in a couple of hours and which made me rabidly search for anything else Suzanne Brockmann had written. And since I'm really anal about series, I had to collect the first three books in the Tall, Dark and Dangerous series.

I found PRINCE JOE  in a used book store that specialized in romance, particularly series romance, and so began my love affair with Suzanne Brockmann. I had never read military romance before Brockmann so for me, this is where it all begins.

The book is pure series romance in the the best sense. Hot, hunky, military hero falls for smart, classy heroine in the most unbelievable circumstances but Brockmann made it work. Joe was not only gorgeous but the guy was freaking nice. Alpha but not an asshole. A true gentleman. This book still lives on my bedside bookcase (I don't have a bedside table. It wouldn't hold enough books.) along with my other keepers and the TBR pile. I don't think it will ever leave its place of honor.

Joe is the template for Brockmann's Sam Starrett in her Troubleshooters series, another great military hero who I adore, but Joe still comes first in my heart. Followed by Blue McCoy from FOREVER BLUE, and Frisco from FRISCO'S KID and, well I could go on but let's just suffice to say that if you love military heroes and haven't read this series, you're doing yourself a disservice by not tracking this one down.


I'm waiting for Brockmann to return to this series. There are a few characters still hanging in the breeze. And when she does, I'll be there.

22 Days Before Christmas...

SEDUCED IN SHADOW

The second book in the Magical Seduction Series. 
When I was a teenager, writing stories about fairies and elves in my notebook in school, I had this idea about a fae prince who saw a girl walking in the forest and fell in love with her. Now, obviously there was more to the story but that's what I remember from however many years ago.
When you read the opening of this book, that's where the idea came from. Funny how things stick with you for so long.

When Etruscan linchetto Antonin de Feo is employed to guard Ellie Johannson from harm, he immediately wants to become better acquainted with her luscious body. Unknown to her, Ellie is the daughter of the Etruscan God of the Woods and her father fears for her safety. When Ellie is almost kidnapped, Antonin has the perfect place to keep her safe—in his bed. He's fallen hard for the beauty but he fears his secrets might drive her away or put her in even more danger.
Ellie cannot resist her sexy bodyguard and promptly lands in his bed. She never wants to get out but the dark forces of the Mal are gathering. As Ellie discovers the magical heritage of her lover, she doesn't expect to find the magic in herself.
Excerpt: "You're avoiding my question," she said from the stall. "What did the doe mean when she called you an elf?"
Grabbing the shower door, he pulled it open. Ellie's head shot around to stare at him and her hands, frothy with soap, covered her breasts.
 He didn't answer her question, just let himself take in the sight of her.
 The reality was better than anything he could have imagined.
 Her skin glowed from the heat, rosy and tempting. Water droplets clung like diamonds to her body. Though she had crossed her arms over her chest, it only served to press her breasts up into mounds, barely covering her nipples.
 Ellie tried to glare at him but she couldn't quite make it work. She was breathing just as hard as he was.
 Desire, already simmering in his gut, came to a boil. Blood rushed to his cock, making him hard and ready.
 She took a step back and then another until her body pressed against the back wall. The water sprayed down between them, creating a hazy veil. Through it, he watched her eyes widen, though not in fear. His gaze slid to her lips, which parted as she took in a quick breath. 
Further down, her hands tightened over her breasts, plumping them even more.
 His eyes rested there for a moment. Her chest rose and fell, faster and faster. His own breath followed suit.
Setting the condom on the shower shelf, Antonin reached for her through the hot water. The soft skin of her upper arms was warm and pliable as he ran his hands from her shoulders to her elbows. The scent of her arousal rose on the steam, making his gut twist. Needing to be closer, he stepped into the mist, drenching himself.
 The water streamed into his hair and down his face. He swiped his hair out of his eyes and away from his face.
 When she looked at him, her eyes widened to saucers. Her mouth parted and she lifted one hand away from her breasts to his left ear.
 She traced one finger from the lobe up the side to the point that proclaimed his heritage, the only outward sign of who and what he was.
 When her finger had circled the entire circumference, she ran it back to the pointy tip—and gave it a sharp tug.
 "Hey, that's attached."
 "I don't… I can't…" Ellie's mouth hung open and he could almost see all her brain functions come to a complete stop.
 Hell, his ears weren't that strange. Hadn't she seen The Lord of the Rings trilogy? The films had gotten the shape right but not the angle. With his long hair, most people failed to realize what it hid.
 "Did you have them surgically altered?" She took his jaw in one hand and turned his head so she could trace his right ear.
 "No, I didn't." Her touch sent shivers through his body and a flash of heat straight to his balls.
 "You were born like this?"
 A smile quirked at his lips at her incredulous tone. "And what's wrong with my ears?"
 Her eyes flew to his. He could tell by her stricken expression that she didn't want to offend him. "Nothing! I mean, they're just…different. I think—"
 Sweet Goddess, she was beautiful. "I think," he moved closer and let his cock brush against the softness of her stomach, "you shouldn't think anymore."
 He sealed his mouth over hers and kissed her, putting his hands on her hips to lift her off her feet. Her immediate moan was answer enough to let him know she wanted the same thing he did. When she wrapped her legs around his waist and tilted her pelvis toward him, he shifted just enough to put the head of his cock between her wet lower lips.
 Ellie sucked on his tongue, her fingers twined in his hair as he worked himself into her, inch by excruciating inch. Goddess, she was tight and hot and if he didn't move soon, he'd come just by being inside her.
 "Ellie, condom." Antonin slowly pulled out of her again.
 It took a few seconds for her to open her eyes but finally she did. She reached for the little silver package on the shelf and ripped it open with her small white teeth before reaching down for him.
 Every second it took for her to roll the condom into place felt like an eternity. One he would gladly spend with her if only—
 Ellie moved her hips and his sheathed cock slid into her tight channel, just a few centimeters. 
Then she moved again and he slid in fully.
The angle of penetration dragged her clit against the base of his cock. Kissing her wildly, he knew she was enjoying it just as much as he was, because she shuddered in his arms, her internal muscles clamping around his shaft, sucking him in. Ellie demanded and Antonin responded, letting her dictate the pace.
 The hot water beat across his back as her hands slid over his shoulders, stroking and smoothing. Her hips kept up a steady rhythm, helped along by his hands at her waist. Releasing her mouth, he drew back and looked down between them. Antonin watched his cock emerge from her body then disappear back into her. He was mesmerized by the sight, by the beauty of it, by his possession of her.
 He wanted to make her cry out with need for him. He wanted her to beg, to plead, to be completely overwhelmed by him.
 Without warning, he pulled out of her body and set her on her feet. Her anguished sob made his blood boil but still it wasn't enough. He wanted to completely conquer her.

23 Days Before Christmas...

Maggie Shayne's WINGS IN THE NIGHT is a collection of the first three books in her Wings in the Night series and the first vampire romance I'd ever read.

Shayne started writing them for the old SIlhouette Shadows line in 1993. TWILIGHT PHANTASIES,TWILIGHT MEMORIES and TWILIGHT ILLUSIONS will always be among my favorite vampire romances because of their level of sensuality. Hot, hot and hotter than anything else I was reading at the time.

But they also epitomized what Silhouette got right at the time: strong emotion, good story telling and damn-good world building.

I actually read the stories out of order, usually a total no-no for me (because I'm really anal like that) because I discovered the first story in a used book store in 1995. And after reading TWILIGHT ILLUSION, I was hooked. Dark, brooding heroes, strong women, what's not to love?

She continued the series and I have read all the books but these remain my favorites, simply because they were my first.

If you love vampire stories and you haven't read these books, you need to get them on your list.

24 Days Before Christmas...

SEDUCED BY MAGIC The first in the Magical Seduction series
My first erotic romance. I've always loved romance, the hotter the better.So when I decided to write about a winged woman, I went for something a little different than the traditional Celtic lore. I wanted to draw from my family's Italian background and found the Etruscans just waiting for me.
Justin Johannson knows there are mythical creatures living among us. He's been trying to prove their existence for years. Research gets a lot more interesting when he finds a winged woman in his bed. 
Etruscan folletta Scarlata is convinced Justin is in league with an evil businessman bent on capturing her for scientific study, which is so not going to happen. She decides that Justin needs to be taught a lesson to leave her and the rest of the mythical creatures in peace — after she has a little fun of her own. The beautiful folletta never expected to fall for a human and Justin is about to discover that true magic really does exist in the world. And in him.
EXCERPT: 
It was a good thing he was a genius, because he sure wouldn't have been able to make his living as a car thief.
In theory, Justin knew how to hot-wire a car but in practice, it was a lot harder than it looked. He knew he had to take off the cover on the base of the steering wheel and attach two wires together to spark the ignition. But it didn't always work the first time.
 After he'd knocked out his gorgeous fairy—folletta, he had to remember that—he'd picked her up and ran down the two-lane road that led to the environmental center of Hawk Mountain Sanctuary.
 Two cars sat in the lot—a thirty-year-old green Dodge Dart and a newer white Ford pickup. He chose the Dart, figuring it would have less computer hardware to contend with and its dark color would make them less of a target.
 And it was open.
 "Guess they're not worried about anybody stealing you," he muttered as he laid Scarlata across the huge leather backseat then opened the driver's door and slid in.
 It took him five minutes to get the damn car hot-wired. Every time the engine failed to catch, he thought he heard movement in the forest. Sweat beaded on his forehead—more from fear than exertion.
 He couldn't allow them to take Scarlata. If she were captured, it'd be his fault. She would have gotten away from them if he hadn't been such a selfish bastard and knocked her out to keep her with him.
 He couldn't live with that. Besides, they'd have to kill him before they got to her.
 Finally the engine turned over, sounding like a tank roaring to life.
 "Yes," he hissed through tightly clenched teeth as he jammed the gearshift into drive and spewed gravel out of the parking lot.
 Speeding down the mountain, he pointed the car in the direction of his mother's house in Leesport before he realized that would be one of the first places Bonnini would send men to search for him. Bonnini would know from Justin's emergency contact sheet at work where his mom lived. He might already have the place under surveillance.
 Shit, they couldn't go there. And they couldn't go to his apartment in Pottsville either.
 And if he didn't slow down, some cop was going to pull him over and discover an unconscious, naked folletta on his backseat.
 Taking a deep breath, he eased his foot off the gas pedal, lowering his speed.
 Where the hell were they going to hide?
 "You are one stupid male."
 His hands jerked on the wheel, sending the car onto the shoulder before he straightened out. "Damn, woman. You nearly made me crash."
 He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw a very beautiful redhead glaring at him.
 "Believe me," she snapped, "after what I do to you, you will wish you had crashed."
 "Come on now, babe." The grin he flashed her was cocky. "Is that any way to talk to the man who saved your life?"
 Her mouth parted but apparently he'd made her speechless. Well, at least she couldn't turn him into a frog.
 Then again…she let loose a stream of what he figured was Italian. From the bite in her tone and the way her hands were going, he was pretty sure she was ripping into his hide.
 He listened to the beauty of the language with half an ear while he tried to figure out where they could go that'd be safe.
 After about five minutes, she finally stopped to take a breath and he had to admit he missed the sound of her sexy voice yelling at him. He actually had a hard-on.
 She said something to him again in Italian and he released his grip on the steering wheel to raise one hand.
 "English, hon. You gotta speak English if you want me to understand what the hell you're saying."
 "Ooh." She slapped him on the back of the head. Hell, even that turned him on. "Idiot! Where are we going?"
 "Well, I'm not quite sure about that yet. Got any ideas?"
 She snorted. "Actually, yes, if you had given me a chance to speak before you knocked me unconscious, I would have told you."
 "I thought you were going to ditch me."
 He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw her grimace in a purely feminine pout.
 "I believe that would have been a mistake. Those men would have harmed you no matter that you did not know where I was. And I would not have been able to live with that." 

I'm thankful for...

[image error] My husband, who loves me and who I love completely.

My sons, who make me laugh when they're not totally pissing me off.

My writer friends, who understand.

My non-writer friends, who commiserate even when they have no idea what I'm talking about.

My parents, who nod and smile and are proud, even when they don't know what I'm talking about.

And finally, my readers, who enjoy my stories.

Have a Happy Thanksgiving.

Welcome guest Stacey Kennedy

Stacey Kennedy's novels are lighthearted fantasy, heart squeezing, thigh-clenching romance, and even give a good chuckle now and again. Her journey as a writer began as a way to keep her brain alive since being a stay at home mom can be a little...numbing. It was an escape from screaming kids, dirty diapers and plain old mom duty.  It started as a hobby, but as the stories progressed it became a passion. Now, she indulges at nap time, especially the juicy bits! Every mom needs a good thrill!

An Everlasting Bite:


Love is born between strangers, yet built upon a bond soul deep?one Alpha's vow to protect his mate from looming danger, all the while, mending her soul and stirring her wolfish desires.
A vicious werewolf attack in Plymouth, Minnesota leaves a young woman violated, bitten and now, transformed into werewolf. But Rynn Murphy doesn't have to face this transformation alone-she has her mate by her side. And the charming Briggs?Beta to the Patriarch, Valor?is eager to ease her into this new life and mend her battered soul.

With only weeks to adjust to her new fur, Rynn, follows Briggs while he assists in locating the daughter of the Montana's Alpha, who was abducted from her home.  But this journey is not without danger. And soon, they discover the ones who have taken this young wolf do not want her found and will stop at nothing to keep her hidden. Or so it may seem, as bodies begin to drop around them, the murderous attempts start to appear more as a hit than a smoke screen-leaving only one question, who is the intended target.

Buy link-- http://www.staceykennedy.com/blue-blood-series/books/

Welcome guest Adele Dubois

Yes, REV ME TWICE by Adele Dubois
Readers often ask where authors get their story ideas. My new release REV ME TWICE is the stand-alone sequel to my novel REV ME UP, which was sparked by a real-life incident. I witnessed a hunk on a Harley lose control of his bike and nearly crash while he watched a beautiful woman walk along a sidewalk. I wondered what would have happened if the woman had flashed him while he watched her, and a book was born.
REV ME TWICE is the natural extension of the first book due to reader demand for secondary characters Tomas and Crystal's story. These lovers were the gritty pair in REV ME UP who lived life on the wild side. REV ME TWICE has given them license to go as far as they like. I'm happy with the way the book turned out and hope you are too.
REV ME TWICE Summary:
Crystal is a bad, bad girl in the most delicious ways. She tries to be good and is tempted to commit to her Navy MP boyfriend, Tomas, but has no experience with an exclusive relationship or healthy family structure. She likes her life as a cable TV stripping weather girl and sex party host, and resists conforming to the traditional lifestyle Tomas craves. Without her weekly ménages and wild orgies, can she become the partner Tomas wants?
When Crystal receives death threats, a media frenzy erupts. During a break-in, the threatening letters are stolen, erasing evidence that thwarts an arrest. Tomas sports Crystal away on his Harley to protect her, but a deadly crash changes everything. Faced with the choice between self-interest and self-sacrifice, Crystal must decide if she will embrace a new life with Tomas or walk away.
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REV ME TWICE: Excerpt
Rose petals washed down the shower drain in whirlpool wisps of pink. Crystal shampooed her hair and glided a soapy washcloth over her nude flesh to smooth away the body paint. Leaning back, she let the warm jets splash rivulets the length of her body. Moment by moment, the steam and moisture soothed her tense muscles and eased her worried mind."Crystal!" The bathroom door muffled the sound of her name, but Crystal would have recognized Tomas' voice anywhere. Footsteps rushed up the stairs and down the hall. The bathroom door burst open. Heavy shoes plunked on the floor. Clothes ruffled. The shower stall opened.Tomas stepped naked inside the oversized square of cool, amber tiles and wrapped his arms around Crystal's waist from behind. He kissed the curve of her shoulder and trailed his lips up the length of her neck. "I'm so glad you're all right," he whispered into her ear. "The police told me what happened." He took the washcloth from her hand and draped it above the shower nozzle. "Let me do that."After filling his hands with liquid body wash, he smoothed his palms over her torso and up over her chest. Her nipples grew tighter at the circular movements on the slippery skin of her breasts. Tension trickled from her neck and she relaxed her head against Tomas' shoulder. His fingers pinched and pulled her nipples, shooting pleasant sensations down into her groin. The steel-like hardness of Tomas' cock pressed against the tip of her tailbone and between the cheeks of her ass. While she enjoyed the feel of Tomas against her and delighted in the magic of his hands, something she'd said to the police officers brought an inward smile. She'd called Tomas her boyfriend. That was the first time she'd described him that way. She shivered lightly after he rinsed his hands and then slid fingers between her legs and into her passage. Was it possible? Could she be… falling in love? The concept both fascinated and terrified her. What did she know about healthy relationships? Absolutely nothing."I'm going to make you come. Hard." Tomas said against her hair. "Then I'm going to fix you something to eat and put you to bed."
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