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June 26, 2017
Gru: Sexy or Not?
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So I saw Despicable Me 3 last weekend, and while I don’t think it’s as good as the first movie in the series, it was a bit of harmless fun. However, it did get me thinking a bit about the notion of what is sexy and attractive. I mean, let’s be serious here, there is nothing physically attractive about Gru, but I find myself totally and utterly in love with him. Why?
Protective Father: Yes, sure, when Gru first appears on the screen in the first movie, he’s…well, he’s popping the balloon animal of a small boy. To be fair, he actually made the balloon animal for the boy, but then…because Gru believes he must be evil, he destroys it. But for a brief moment in this opening introduction to the character, we see what his true personality is: a nice guy. The little boy was upset, so Gru made him a balloon animal to cheer him up. That true side of his personality comes through when, despite his best efforts, he emotionally connects with Margo, Agnes and Edith (the three little girls he initially adopts for criminal gain). Once he accepts the girls are in his heart, Gru steps up, becomes a father who will always protective his daughters no matter what.
Dangerous: Okay, so I’m not saying you need to be dangerous to be sexy, but when Gru does finally accept his life is now about his girls, his testosterone kicks up to a different level, and not even an attacking shark will faze him. I dare anyone who has seen the first movie not to find themselves being even a little bit tingly-impressed with Gru’s assault on Vector after Vector kidnaps Margo, Agnes and Edith. Gru is determined, icy-calm, and not in the least daunted by anything thrown at him to prevent him rescueing his newly formed family. And we know (thanks to events throughout the first film) that Gru can take a licking and be hurt (as much as a character can be hurt in a kids’ movie, that is), but he has a new-found purpose for his aggression: his daughters. I would hazard a guess the idea of a dad doing whatever it takes to ensure the safety of their child/children is up there on the list of What Do I Want In A Partner.
Don’t Do Wrong By My Family: Gru blows up a carnival game after the carnie jerks Anges around and denies her the prize she rightfully won (a unicorn so fluffy it’s a threat to mortality). This moment is (in my opinion, at least) when it all clilcks for Gru that he can step up and stop life being unfair for someone. It is the moment his true personality wins over the “bad guy” person he’s spent his whole life thinking he must be, and he accepts it. He doesn’t deny it, he doesn’t go all macho and refuse to listen to his heart (sure, he goes all macho when he listens to his heart, but who wouldn’t want someone getting sweet revenge on one of those carnival games, am I right??)
Supportive Regardless of the Situation: Gru goes to the girls’ ballet classes and he stays for it. Okay, this whole scene was written (I’m sure) purely for comedic effect, but it tugs at my heartstrings so damn much. He goes, he watches, he stays. He doesn’t drop the girls off and leaves to do something else, he doesn’t sit and scroll through his mobile phone, ignoring the girls as they dance. He stays and he watches. I totally understand why the mums there are swooning over him.
Totally Okay With Doing Something Embarrassing Because of Love: In the sequel, Despicable Me 2 , Gru is throwing Anges a birthday party, and he is not holding back. It is everything that Anges could ever want in a birthday party. And then the bad news comes that the fairy Gru arranged to appear can’t make it. So, instead of disappointing his daughter, Gru goes full-fairy. Yes, again, I understand this cross-dressing moment is done to make us all laugh, but it also makes us go oooohhhh. Here is a man, a father, totally okay with making a fool of himself so someone he loves isn’t upset. Now, that is sexy, in my opinion. And when Agnes reveals she knows it’s really Gru under all that pink, the look of love and adoration he gives her is beyond wonderful.
Not Afraid To Admit He’s Wrong: Gru steps up and owns his mistakes. That is sexy. Full stop, sexy.
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So there you have it. My arguements for why Gru defies the normal, traditional embodiment of a sexy hero. Do you agree? What characters out there in movie land do you find unconventionally sexy? Hit me with them in the comments.
(I saw Despicable Me 3 at Hoyts Charlestown, and I gotta say, if you live in my neck of the woods, go check out a movie there. The reclining seats are awesome, and the hot food delivered to your seat is fantastic!)
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*taps mic* Anyone here? It’s been a long time since I posted anything on my blog. Woeful of me, I know. So I’m changing that. Be ready for all manner of posts coming at you, starting today with the totally un-edited, hasn’t-been-touched-by-even-me prolgue from The Irredeemable Billionaire (Muse, Book 3).
(Oh, before you get to reading…who here has read The Mistaken Billionaire? The second Muse book? Anyone? Anyone? For those of you who have, I suspect you will remember Sebastian Hart. For those thta haven’t…meet Sebastian)
Prologue
“Let me get this straight, Mr. Hart. You’re an Academy award-winning director—”
“And Golden Globe winning.” Sebastian grinned at the judge frowning down at him.
“Academy award, and Golden Globe-winning director—”
“And BAFTA winning.” He held up his index finger. “I’ve got a few of those.”
“An award-winning director,” the judge went on without a hint of humor in her voice. “Who, by your own admission, can buy anything you want, and yet you still, during a bachelor party for…” she checked her notes, eyebrows knotting. “James Dyson. The James Dyson? Media mogul? Billionaire?”
Sebastian nodded.
She studied him for a second. “You still, while slightly inebriated, chose to throw a shopping trolley through the display window of Sydney’s Hugo Boss city store at two a.m. to obtain a hat worn on one of the mannequins. Is that correct?”
“I really wanted to try it on.”
From behind him, in the public gallery—currently closed to the public due to his celebrity status—came three low groans.
He didn’t need to turn to around to know James sat with his face in his palms. Or that Thomas St. Clair—friend, the screenwriter of his next film and fellow bachelor party attendee—would be shaking his head.
Or that Harrison, his younger brother, would be pressing two fingers to the center of his forehead and wincing.
Where was their sense of adventure?
“And I really want to throw you in jail, Mr. Hart.” The judge threw up her hands. “Your arrogance and cocky belief that your fame and money somehow makes you above the rules of society—an attitude very clearly on display in this courtroom today, not to mention every time I’ve seen you in public or being interviewed—makes my tailbone itch. If you were anyone else, Mr. Hart, jail is exactly where you would be heading. If it were up to me, you’d be spending a minimum of six months there.”
Six months? In jail. “Over a hat?”
The judge scowled. “However, it has been strongly suggested to me that a period of community service will humble you.”
“Dude’s dodged a bullet,” Thomas’s low murmur wafted through the silent courtroom.
The judge arched her eyebrows. “Don’t be so sure, Mr. St. Clair. I’m not sure how your courts work in the US, but here…”
“Sorry, your Honor.”
Sebastian wanted to chuckle at Thomas’s hurried apology. Instead, he waited, tapping his foot.
Community service? Picking up rubbish on the side of the road? Serving up food in an old folks’ home? Jesus. He had a new film to promote, Samantha and Dave, the red-carpet world-premiere of said film to attend four nights from now, and his next film to start pre-production work on. He didn’t have time for—
“Mr. Hart.” The judge fixed him in an unwavering stare. “I am ordering you to take part in the Sydney Big Brother Little Brother program as a Big Brother to a boy of my choosing. You will continue to do so—with regular progress meeting with me—until I am satisfied you have learned some humility. Do you understand?”
Sebastian drew a slow breath. Babysitting? Some kid? “You’re kidding. Right?”
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Behind him, Harrison burst out laughing.
Well, shit.
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So..there you go. What did you think? Jared Padalecki was the visual inspiration for Sebastian. *sigh* Sam Winchester…
Anyways…The Irredeemable Billionaire releases in November this year (or maybe October. Better go check on that). And if you haven’t checked out The Mistaken Billionaire (or The Stubborn Billionaire, Muse Book One, for that matter) clickety-click HERE
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Mila Elderkin once had a promising career in journalism, until her dreams were shattered by a rising star in the literary world. When fate lands her at that same man’s door years later, and he doesn’t recognize her, it seems she’s been offered a chance for a little fun. Mila’s not out for revenge, especially not once she starts to see the man beneath the persona. But the past has funny way of creeping into the present, and secrets don’t lie quiet forever.
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Chapter One
“I so wish I was that bike,” Jilly murmured as she watched the hunk of inked-up hotness ride past her apartment on a blood-red Harley.
“What?”
Jilly blinked, heat rushing into her cheeks. Oh God, had she uttered the words loud enough for Sam to hear?
Shit. Sam would be horrified. As much as she adored him, her friend could be a tad prudish.
“Nothing,” she blustered, turning from her living room window to grin widely at him. She smoothed her palms down over the fronts of her thighs, the worn denim of her jeans for some reason making her tummy tingle.
Every morning for the last two weeks, she’d watched the hunk on the Harley ride past her home. Every one of those fourteen mornings, she’d found herself feeling tingly and aroused after he disappeared from her sight.
She usually dealt with the tingly horniness with the aid of her battery-powered rabbit.
“Nothing?” Sam pulled a face at her, hurrying over to where she stood. “Nothing is making you blush.”
He looked out the window, his gaze darting around what lay three stories below.
Jilly fidgeted on her feet. The building sexual ache that always followed her admiration of the unknown Harley rider burned hotter this morning. More insistent. Demanding.
Wow, if she touched herself right now—
“The dude on the bike?” Sam wondered, casting her an askew smirk. “Really?”
“Why do you say that?” she asked, trying to sound surprised and confused as she returned her attention to the world beyond her window.
Yep, there he was. Waiting for the traffic light to turn green. She could almost hear the powerful thrum of his bike’s engine. Could almost feel its throbbing vibrations between her thighs.
God help her if he ever swung his head in her direction and found her drooling all over him. She would probably orgasm there and then.
“Well, it’s him or the geriatric on the mobility scooter on the sidewalk, and if it’s the geriatric, I’m worried.”
Jilly snorted out a nervous laugh, even as her stare slid back to the hunk.
Tummy tightening, pussy fluttering, she studied him.
Sexy as sin in black leather pants and a sleeveless black leather vest that showed off the muscular perfection of his arms, he could easily have stepped directly from her deepest sexual fantasies.
Long blond hair hung down his back in a thick plait. Stubble roughened his chiseled jaw. Dark sunglasses wrapped his eyes.
Licking at her dry lips, Jilly moved her gaze to the pièce de résistance—an exquisitely detailed and amazing tattoo of an emerald-green dragon extending from the top of his right shoulder down over his upper arm. As always, the sight of the dragon—its power and ferocity and beauty—made her pulse quicken.
Years of studying for a Masters in Norse Mythology meant she was well-versed on dragon. And Vikings. The sexy Harley rider embodied both of her favorite things, all wrapped up in one delicious, wicked package.
“Hey?” Something hard nudged her ribs. “Are you listening to me?”
She jerked her stare back to Sam, fresh heat flooding her cheeks. “What?”
Oh God, what were the chances he would ever let her live this down?
Sam rolled his eyes. “You need to find a boyfriend, Jilly Parker,” he muttered, shaking his head as he moved away from the window.
Jilly flicked a quick glance at the window. A heavy weight settled in her stomach at the green traffic light she found.
Her biker with his dragon tattoo was gone.
Maybe tomorrow she’d wait outside for him to drive past and flash a sign at him saying, Take me. I’m yours.
A wry snort tore at the back of her throat. Even if she did, he wouldn’t. A hunk like that wouldn’t look twice at a girl like her. What with her size-twelve jeans and curves that had long ago stopped being lush and voluptuous and now bordered on—
“Earth to Jilly.” Sam snapped his fingers in front of her face, expression exasperated. “Come in, Jilly.”
She swiped his hand away with a wave of hers, pulling her own frustrated face. “You need to tell me why you’re here,” she said, stomping away from the window. Tea. She needed a cup of tea. If Sam insisted on being here, tea would need to suffice instead of her vibrator until her friend vamoosed. “I’m meant to be meeting Nadine for coffee in an hour and you’re holding me up.”
A cushion smacked into her back. “Have you not been listening to anything I’ve said since I arrived?” Sam asked.
She snatched up the cushion and tossed it back at him. “No,” she said, resuming her stomp to the kitchen. “I’ve been ogling geriatrics on mobility scooters.”
“You haven’t heard about the dragon sighting? Seriously?” Sam followed her into the small space, before hoisting himself up on the counter to gape at her. “The whole side-of-a-hotel-bursting-out-and-a-dragon-flying-away thing?”
Jilly frowned. “Are you serious? That’s a thing in the news?”
Sam nodded. “The official word is it was a promo stunt for a movie, but no one is saying what movie. From what I’ve seen, the dragon was freaking amazing. Whatever the film is, the budget must be huge.”
Reaching for her kettle, Jilly tried to ignore the flutter of delicious heat in the junction of her thighs at the word dragon. An image of the hunk on the Harley’s with his dragon tattoo filled her head. Her pulse quickened. Her clit throbbed.
Ah man, perhaps Sam was right? Maybe she did need a boyfriend? Nadine—friend and co-worker—had been saying the same thing for some time now.
She filled the kettle, set it to boil and then leaned her hip against the counter and studied her friend. “So you’re here to talk to me about some movie promotion gimmick? Shouldn’t you be at work?”
Swinging his legs, he snagged an apple from the fruit bowl and bit into it.
Jilly watched him, tapping her foot with melodramatic exaggeration.
He chewed, contemplated, chewed some more.
“Well?” she finally said. The heat in her girly bits thanks to Harley Dragon Hunk had begun to fade. For some reason, she felt angry about that.
Sam swallowed with just as much drama and exaggeration as her foot tapping and grinned at her. “I’ve got a job for you.”
She blinked. “What kind of job?”
A Masters in Norse Mythology didn’t exactly open employment doors, a fact her estranged mother had pointed out all those years ago before riding off into the sunset with Jilly’s ex-boyfriend.
Sam raised the apple, opening his mouth.
“Don’t you freaking dare,” she admonished, throwing a tea bag at him.
It arced in the air with impotent trajectory and fell to the floor between them.
Sam burst out laughing, bit the apple and then answered her with his mouth full. “It’s nothing that amazing. Just a temp thing at the pet shop on 3rd. One of my clients owns it, and he needs a trustworthy person to look after it while he goes to the West Coast for a funeral.”
Removing the boiling kettle from the stove, Jilly frowned. “One of your clients owns a pet shop?” When it came to cake decorating, none finer than Sam could be found in Chicago. Nor any as in-demand and successful.
He took another bite out of the apple, chewed and nodded. “He bought it for one of his girlfriends to pacify her for not leaving his wife. When the wife found out, he ended up with nothing but the pet shop. Oh, and the vacation home in the Hamptons. And the yacht.”
Jilly raised her eyebrows. “For a boring cake decorator, you have some very interesting people in your life, Sam.”
Swallowing the last of the apple, he swung his legs and launched himself off the counter. “That I do,” he agreed. “But none as interesting as you. Now, do you want this job or not? I told Yuggie you were a natural with animals and had no problem dealing with poop.”
Jilly thought of her options. Her current job had her at a bookstore where the owner tried to feel her up every shift she worked, which meant she needed to slap Mr. Renner’s wrinkled, veiny, liver-spotted hands away from her butt and boobs twice a week.
Running a pet shop had to be better than that, even with the poop.
“I want it,” she said.
He grinned. “Excellent. Now I’ve fixed this part of your life, I’ll see if I can track down the dude on the Harley for you. You need to get laid ASAP.”
Jilly shoved him in the chest. He fell back, laughing. “Enjoy your tea, Parker,” he said as he hightailed it out of her kitchen. “I’ll see if I can find out what movie the dragon is for and snag us tickets. Who knows, they might need a cake for the opening night?”
Dragon.
The word ignited the fading throb in Jilly’s core, and she sucked in a sharp breath.
She pressed her palm to her lower belly. Her breath fell from her in shallow pants. Maybe she’d forgo the tea, since Sam had left.
Perhaps she’d go put some mood music on, some Adele or Ed Sheerian, and then pull her rabbit out of the bottom drawer instead. Pull the curtains and—
Outside her window, the sound of a motorbike’s engine under full throttle growled over the street noise.
Jilly gasped. She knew that engine.
Running to the living room, she pressed her palms and forehead to the window, a part of her mind scolding her for being so damn childish.
The rest of her didn’t care. Her fantasy hunk with his dragon tat and black leather and scruffy beard and sublime arms had returned.
Returned, and was coming to a halt at the traffic lights in front of her apartment.
Oh boy.
Arriman “Ari” Drake cut back a gear and flung his Harley CVO Breakout around the corner, his heart wild.
Not because of the Extraho Venator on his tail. Not because the dragon hunter had damn near dogged his every move for the last hour.
Not because the cops involved in his current cleaning job were being particularly annoying about the hotel window and wanted more cash than normal to lose the filed complaint, nor because his media source had taken longer than he’d like to instigate the rumor the dragon sighting was in fact, a movie stunt.
Not because anger flooded through him, balancing him on the cusp of shifting into his dragon form, but because for the fourteenth morning in a goddamn row as he rode down Harper Street, his cock had turned to a rigid pole in his pants for no reason he could fathom and a hunger bordering on unsettling flooded through him.
So where did he find himself again this morning? Riding down the street, not because he needed to, but because his goddamn body and a mysterious urgency were forcing him to.
In trying to shake the Extraho Venator, he could have headed in any number of directions, but the goddamn invisible tug on his groin had brought him this way.
Down this street.
He was beginning to think someone was trying to lay a trap for him.
Shooting a look over his shoulder, he searched for the irritating dragon hunter tailing him.
No sign of him. Thank freaking god for that at least.
Ari knew of this Extraho Venator. He was an imbecile called Kestar with delusions of grandeur indirectly responsible for the mess Ari was employed to clean up.
Since Kestar’s arrival in Chicago a year ago, Ari had been busier than ever, and while he could charge whatever he wanted as the city’s alpha Cleaner—a fixer who dealt with the fallout of any dragon-related issue and made it disappear—he himself was also a dragon, and dragons did not take well to idiot hunters trying to kill their kind, no matter how much money it made them.
The fact Ari himself had somehow landed in Kestar’s sights was an issue to be dealt with after finishing his current job.
How Kestar had stuck with him for so long today was anyone’s guess. Maybe it had something to do with the fact Ari kept finding himself drawn to this goddamn street.
Throttling back his CVO, he returned his attention to the congested road. It wasn’t just a string of cars slowing him down now. The red light meant unless he wanted to run it—tempting—he had no option but to stop.
Stop.
On the street that inexplicably gave him a boner.
Great. Excellent.
His hog thrummed between his legs, as if the machine was as pissed as he at being reined in.
Shifting on its seat, he planted his right foot on the road and ran his gaze around the area, letting his other senses seek out whatever it may be that made this street so…so…arousing.
He could detect no hint of the honeyed-sulfur scent of a female dragon, nor—for that matter—the musky-sulfur odor of a male one on the air. Nor could he detect the distinctive tinge of preternatural heat that accompanied the presence of a dragon shifter.
Whatever affected him, it was not a dragon. At least, not one he could identify, and Ari knew of every dragon shifter in his city, including those that fell into the just-visiting category.
It was his business.
And just-visiting dragon shifters, like the Australian dragon whose mess Ari currently had the pleasure of dealing with, had a habit of causing all sorts of trouble.
The invisible tug on his gut, his groin, intensified. An itch bloomed into prickling life between his shoulder blades.
Ari held the handgrips of his Harley tighter. His heart beat faster.
Watched. Someone watched him.
Right now.
The Extraho Venator? Or someone else? Something else?
His cock throbbed, straining against the leather of his pants.
Ari narrowed his eyes and ground his teeth. He didn’t like this. He was all for sexual pleasure and getting his rocks off with a willing partner, but getting hard when he didn’t know why? It was beginning to freak him out. And piss him—
A car horn blasted behind him.
Ari hissed, jumping at the noise and swinging his glare to the vehicle behind him.
An elderly woman in a Caddy waved her hand at him in a hurry-up gesture before stabbing her finger toward the traffic lights.
Ari turned back to the light. Green.
The horn sounded again, double-tap style.
He twisted on his seat and grinned at the old woman. “Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, tipping an invisible hat to her. “Keep your panties on.”
She hit her horn again.
He chuckled and turned back toward the traffic lights, skimming his gaze over the apartment building beside him as he did so.
A woman watched him from one of the building’s windows.
Sexual hunger unlike any Ari had experienced before surged through him at the sight of her. An inferno of pleasure rushed through him. His body seemed to ignite with need.
Curves. Curves and dips and hips and breasts and thighs…
Lust razed through him anew, carnal and potent and demanding. His hands burned, branded by the mere thought of cupping and squeezing the woman’s bountiful breasts. His cock pulsed. His mind whirled.
His dragon—the base, ancient creature—roared, lunging for release. Craving the woman. Craving…
Curves. And hips. And…and…
He stared up at the woman, incapable of moving. Frozen by her even as his body burned with sexual want.
Their eyes clashed over the distance.
His heightened vision locked on them, his heart beating faster.
Green. Her eyes were green. Hazel green and framed by thick auburn lashes. Green and full of a hunger as powerful as his. Hunger and confusion and—
She jerked away from the window, gone from Ari’s sight.
His dragon roared, furious at being denied. Ari’s body reacted the same, the hungry lust burning through him growing hotter, more demanding. A rain of icy pinpricks washed over him, followed by a tsunami of heat.
Behind him, the elderly woman leaned on horn again, longer this time.
“Fuck,” Ari muttered, flinging his Harley, full-throttle, forward. Through the intersection.
The pull on his gut, his groin, his very existence, deepened. Turned painful.
Grinding his teeth, Ari scanned the busy street for a place to pull over.
He understood now, the powerful, impossible to deny draw to Harper Street and its reaction on his body. He knew what it meant.
Fire Mate. He’d found the woman destined by ancient magic to be his partner for the rest of his life.
There were many things a dragon shifter could control, and many things a dragon shifter could manipulate, but the power of the mating fire was not one of them.
Dragons could lose their sanity trying. Ari had more than once cleaned up the mess left by dragon shifters in his city foolish enough to believe they could deny the force of the mating fire.
When a dragon shifter finally encountered their fated mate, when the mating fire began—a twelve-hour period of intense sexual frenzy—trying to refuse it, ignore it, ended in pain. Sometimes insanity.
Sometimes death.
Ignoring the mating fire long enough caused a dragon shifter to transform into their dragon shape regardless of where they were. If that happened, in the throes of the mating fire…
A shudder of cold dread rocked Ari. It threaded through the lust searing his lungs, his veins.
Mating fire. The early stages of mating fire consumed him, claimed him.
Fuck.
He was in the mating fire and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
All he could do was find the woman and surrender to the magic and lust of their joining. Find her and make her his until neither of them had the strength to stand.
And hope to fuck that Kestar didn’t find them while they were at it.
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Tilly Greene was born into the easy folds of a sleepy beach town and embraces the laid back mindset she grew up with. Later, she settled into a polar opposite lifestyle from the one she’d been living by moving abroad to further her education. Despite the frigid climate, the fast pace existence melded in, making her a person who is adaptable and enjoys experiencing the diversity surrounding her. While traveling, she researches and writes erotica and erotic romances. www.tillygreene.com
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Allie Cooke – Indie author and die-hard Southern girl, has been reading and writing romance since she was old enough to hold a crayon, so a future as a romance writer wasn’t very farfetched for her. From billionaires to blue collar, from CEO to sexy entrepreneur, whether they’re wearing jeans or suits, Allie’s always had a thing for hot, hunky Alphas who need to be saved from themselves…Usually with the help of the right woman. When she’s not writing, editing, or reading. Allie can be found cooking up mayhem in the kitchen or catching up on the latest and greatest TV shows with her favorite man. www.alliecooke.com
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Merryn Dexter is a military spouse who, after a varied employment career (from selling sandals to old ladies with bunions to being a health and safety coordinator for a construction company), is thrilled to be pursuing her dream career as a romance writer. She likes The Winchesters, Spike, Hotch, Loki and watching complicated European Noir. Her hobbies include crying at books, crying at movies, crying at t.v. series (there’s a theme!) and believes all stories should have a Happy Ending. www.merryndexter.com
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Lexxie Couper started writing when she was six and hasn’t stopped since. She’s not a deviant, but she does have a deviant’s imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get romances that can make you laugh, cry, shake with fear, or tremble with desire. Sometimes all at once. When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family, a husband who thinks she’s insane, an indoor cat who likes to stalk shadows, and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her life forever. www.lexxiecouper.com
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To say I’m excited about Princess, the first book in the Foreign Affairs series, is an understatement. Maybe its because the story is set in the Outback (the first Outback book I ever wrote), maybe because I’d always wanted to write an Aussie cowboy (aka, stockman), maybe because I got to work with Mari Carr who, in case you haven’t figured out by now, is one of the most lovely people I know and so bloody talented I get breathless reading her books. Quite possibly all three. Suffice to say, writing this book was the beginning of something special. It was even more exciting when Mari and I got the rights to the entire series back from its original publisher. Now, we want to celebrate the series again by making Princess, Foreign Affairs Book One, FREE until April 23.
What is the Foreign Affairs series about? Aussie men and women, and American men and women, meeting, getting it on, and falling in love…
Essenitally, Mari and I thought we’d do our bit for the US/Australian relationship the only way we know how…by writing somre scorching erotic romance.
PRINCESS 
Foreign Affairs, Book One
Annie Prince has impetuously flown halfway ’round the world to visit a man she met online—only to find herself stranded in Sydney. Seems she and Dylan crossed wires, and he’s on his way to New York. His twin, Hunter, saves the day and whisks her back to the family cattle station. Hunter’s as easy on the eyes as Dylan, and even easier to talk to. Annie might have flown to Oz to meet one brother, but soon sparks are flying with the other.
Hunter considered Dylan a dumb arse for jetting off to America for some stranger—until he met Annie. Turns out the New Yorker is a smart, funny, hard-working jillaroo…and hotter than the Aussie desert. Hunter’s not normally one to poach his brother’s women, but he can’t keep his hands, lips, tongue and other body parts off this sexy city girl.
When raging lust leads to emotional attachment, where does that leave Annie and Hunter when her vacation comes to an end—or when Dylan finds out?
Prologue
Annie: Mornin’ sunshine!
Dylan: G’day, love. How’re things in your neck of the woods this evening?
Annie: Long-ass day. Started with rain. Ended with rain. The middle bit was filled with my boss calling me Princess in a staff meeting. Grrrrr. I may end up killing him soon.
Dylan: Don’t kill him. I’m too far away to bail you out.
Annie: LOL. Thanks for the offer, but Monet’s already promised to have my back with the bail money.
Dylan: I think I like this Monet.
Annie: Yeah. She rocks. Actually, she might be the only thing rocking in my world these days.
Dylan: That doesn’t sound good.
Annie: It’s not. You ever been sick of your life, Dylan?
Dylan: Me? Sick of life? Nope. Sick of Hunter at times. The bloody bastard’s been giving me a hard time about chatting with a woman in America again. I told him if he says another word, he’s dead.
Annie: Careful. I’m too far away to bail you out. Snort! Sometimes I wish we lived closer.
Dylan: Me too, love. But let’s be serious, a city girl wouldn’t last a day in the Outback.
Annie: What? You must be joking. I’d last a hell of a lot longer on your little ranch than you would in my big city.
Dylan: Station, Annie. Station. We don’t own ranches Down Under. Do you reckon you’d handle the snakes in the loo?
Annie: I deal with the rats in the sewers just fine.
Dylan: I’ll accept your offer of rats in the sewers and give back crocs in the river and spiders on the toilet seat. How’s that sound?
Annie: Deal.
Dylan: Two days. I’d give you two days before you were on a plane heading back to New York. Me, of course, well…I’d make one hell of a city boy. Blend in like I was born and bred there.
Annie: You wouldn’t last a New York minute, tough guy.
Dylan: I tell you what. Let’s see who outlasts the other. A Yank in the Outback or an Aussie in New York. Next week. Game?
Annie: Game on.
Dylan: Let me take a look at the flights online.
Annie: LMAO. Are we seriously doing this?
Dylan: I’ve never been more serious in my life. Okay. I’ll see you in four days, city girl. This Saturday. Qantas. Sydney International. One p.m.
March 17, 2016
Ready to Meet A Bad Boy?
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He’s dangerous.
He came into my life when I was sixteen. Tattooed, ear pierced, ripped jeans and bloody knuckled. That was the day his family moved in next door.
For six years, I’ve watched my bad-boy neighbor, never knowing when he’s going to be there and when he isn’t. Never knowing what he’s doing when he’s absent, only that it’s dangerous.
And then one night I wake to find him in my bed. Naked. Bruised and bleeding. And hard. Really hard.
****
The Bad Boy Next Door is a gripping tale about a dangerous man and the woman who is willing to take a chance for the ultimate reward…love! Awarding winning, erotic romance author Lexxie Couper does it again with her new contemporary romance about risking it all for the bad boy next door!
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPTHis mutter tore at the darkness in the room a second before I scrambled across the mattress and smacked my palm against the switch of my side lamp.
My bedroom exploded with light.
Lucas hissed, squinting against its harsh assault on his eyes. He raised his hand to protect them against the light, giving me a very clear view of his body.
“Jesus, Lucas,” I breathed, staring at him, my heart thumping fast. “What the fuck happened to you?”
He dropped his arm, the charged energy I was used to seeing in him suddenly turned up to a million. His blue stare locked on mine. His fists bunched at his sides.
I ran my gaze over his torso, too stunned to do anything about covering my own naked body.
Angry purple bruises the size and shape of fists peppered his ribs and abs. Cuts and gashes that could only come from knife strikes did the same, some weeping fresh blood that trickled down his body. Over his hips, down to his—
Fuck, he’s huge.
Jerking my stare up from his erection, I let out a gasp at the battered state of his face. His jaw and lips were as pounded as his body. A deep cut ran the length of his cheekbone below his left eye and also trickled blood.
It was his eyes that messed with me the most, however.
His eyes had always mesmerized me. There was a secret world of danger and violence in them I’d never been able to comprehend. I had even admitted to Mads one night, when we were sixteen and tipsy on my Dad’s secret bottle of Wild Turkey, that his eyes were sexy.
Right now, his eyes looked crazy. Scary crazy.
“Are you on drugs?” I asked.
There were a lot of things about Lucas that made him fall into the bad-boy category, but using had never been one of them.
Lucas liked being in control too much. I knew that.
But his eyes…
He stared at me, his chest heaving, his eyes…
Bright red fresh blood began to flow from his nose, and suddenly he staggered sideways.
“Jesus, Lucas,” I burst out, clawing myself off the bed.
I grabbed at his arm before he could collapse to the ground, steadying him with a flat palm on his chest—right above the tattoo of a raven inked over his heart. “What have you been doing?”
His gaze found mine. For a second, they were as direct and piercing as always, and then they fogged over with what I assume was pain but might be…something else.
“Ronnie?” he mumbled, raising a hand—bloody-knuckled, I noticed—to cup the side of my face. “What are you doing here? I’ll fucking kill them if they’ve hurt you.”
I frowned, alarm bells ringing in my head, my blood roaring in my ears. “We’re in my bedroom, Lucas,” I said calmly even as my tummy knotted. “You woke me in my bed. What happened to you?”
He brushed his thumb over my lips, fresh blood oozing from his nose. “Ronnie. I’ve wanted you since I first fucking saw—”
His eyes rolled back into his head and he crumpled to the ground.
December 10, 2015
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Once the world’s greatest rock star, Nick Blackthorne is now just a guy eager to get home to his wife on Christmas Eve. Getting there however, is a different matter, thanks to a crowded international airport fiasco, sniffer dogs, the ex-captain of the Australian cricket team and a Range Rover that doesn’t want to do what Range Rovers are meant to do.
Will Nick make it home to Lauren before Christmas? Or will he be forced to celebrate Christmas with only the memories of her touch?
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Studying the frenzied television crew closing in on the sniffer-dog’s target, Nick puffed out another shaky breath.
If it weren’t for their presence here, he’d make use of his fame and celebrity status and queue-jump. Even after all these years of being retired and out of the public limelight, whenever he made an appearance things got a little crazy. If he wanted to he could snag a guard, let the man know who he was and ask to be taken through the “special” customs gate. Even with the craziness unfurling before him, he was tempted.
He had a long drive to get home once he got out of here. It would take him at least six hours if the traffic through Sydney was behaving and the M1 wasn’t in holiday-madness hell. Being trapped in customs was only adding to those six hours and he hadn’t seen his wife for over a week.
He hated not being with Lauren for that length of time. Or really, for any length of time.
He wanted to get home. It was Christmas Eve. He wanted to be with his wife. He wanted to take her in his arms, draw her beautiful body to his hard one, lower his head to hers and kiss her until she made that utterly intoxicating little noise she made when he kissed her.
He wanted to slowly press her against the closest wall, thread his fingers through hers and raise her hands above her head, worshipping her mouth as the steel of his arousal told her in no uncertain terms how fucking much he missed her, how fucking much she turned him on.
He wanted to make love to her lips, her throat, her shoulders, her breasts with his mouth and then bring her to the most insanely intense orgasm of her life as she leant against the wall.
He wanted to lose himself to the pleasure of everything she was, everything he loved, like he did damn near every day.
He wanted to be with her now, not just because it was Christmas Eve, but because she was his and he was hers and he missed her…
He had to get out of here. Now.
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October 1, 2015
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July 12, 2015
Secret Confessions: Backstage COVER REVEAL
To say I’m giddy to be a part of this awesome new series (coming in Septemeber from Escape Publishing) is an understatement. I mean, look at the awesomeness of the authors involved. And then look at my name with them. How cool is that??
Today, I’m not only letting you know about the series, but all the Backstage authors are revealing the covers. Check them out. Are they not gorgeous!!
An All-Access pass to Sex, Love, and Rock ‘N Roll. Because what happens on tour doesn’t always stay on tour…
From Australia to the World…
Chicago. The last stop of their wildly successful US tour sees Australia’s biggest rock band, The Screaming Tuesdays, in sultry, summer-time Chicago to play two sold-out shows. But the stage is not where the action is, and no one knows what goes on behind the scenes.
Book 1. Secret Confessions: Backstage – Chase
By K.M. Golland
Release Date – 3rd September, 2015
Chase needs this concert – he’s had a bad day, a bad week, a bad month. When he arrives at the venue to discover that he left his ticket behind, it’s just one more item on a long list of ways his life sucks. Until a stunning brunette steps in to save the day, and the summer night gets a whole lot steamier…
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Book 2. Secret Confessions: Backstage – Josh
By Eden Summers
Release Date – 10th September, 2015
There are implied benefits to the security manager role, but Josh has been on the job a long time, and fangirls willing to do whatever it takes to get backstage just don’t do it for him anymore. Except tonight. And that one brunette. She probably wants nothing more than to bang a drummer, but Josh can’t seem to find it in himself to care. He’s going to take whatever it is that she offers, for as long as she’s offering, and he’s not going to let his pride get in the way…
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Book 3. Secret Confessions: Backstage – Yanis
By Lexxie Couper
Release Date – 17th September, 2015
Never send a woman to do a man’s job. Yanis Drakos lives for his job, and nothing and no one will get in the way of what he wants. Especially not Carson Swift, the dominant, officious, distracting, alluring, entirely too enticing tour manager who clearly needs to learn a lesson about who’s in charge.
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Book 4. Secret Confessions: Backstage – Theo
By Zaide Bishop
Release Date – 24th September, 2015
It’s just supposed to be a fan meet-and-greet. Theo’s done them before, he’ll do them again, and he’s got Rei and Sawyer to back him up. But when fan club president Andi decides that they all need to work out their issues in a very unconventional way, Theo can’t decide if she’s a nightmare or his very deepest fantasy come true…
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Book 5. Secret Confessions: Backstage – Kelly
By Shona Husk
Release Date – 1st October, 2015
Kelly knows what he wants. He’s known from the moment he first saw Jasper. But months have passed and he’s done absolutely nothing about it. Now, the tour is on its last legs, and the chance to chase his true feelings is fading fast. Can Kelly face his true desires or will he live with the regret of inaction?
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Book 6. Secret Confessions: Backstage – Jet
By Rhian Cahill
Release Date – 8th October, 2015
Jet’s never seen a woman project ‘No Touching’ quite so effectively as Charlie, the music journalist travelling with the band. He’s never been into the chase, but there’s something about Charlie that just won’t let him go. Now that the tour is winding down, there’s only one order of business left – an in-depth interview that’s about to go a lot deeper than either of them expect.
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