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December 15, 2010
And the Winner of EROTIC EXPOSURE is...
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Thanks so much for everyone who entered!
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December 14, 2010
Tasty Tuesday!
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December 10, 2010
Get DEAD SEXY and Show a Zombie Some Love! You Can Also Win Big on the Holiday Rush Blog Hop!
Readers often ask me how I come up with ideas for my books, so I thought I'd give you a little behind-the-scenes peek at how I came up with my new release, a paranormal erotic romance from Ellora's Cave called DEAD SEXY.
Before I say anything else though, isn't that cover too hot for words?! When the art department sent it to me, I probably gazed at it for a good ten minutes in mouth-drooling appreciation before I could email them back telling the artist it not only rocked, but totally fit the book. The hero is "Dead Sexy," after all!
Okay, back to the story and how I came up with it. First, to set the stage, I need to share a little something with you about myself. Well, about my hubby and me, actually. We love zombie movies, from the George Romero gems to Shaun of the Dead and everything in between, including "Walking Dead," the new series on AMC. You just can't go wrong with a movie full of walking dead people, can you? Well, if you've ever seen a zombie movie (or even you haven't), then you know the creatures aren't the heroes of the film. I mean, how can they be, right? They're all dead and decayed and downright unattractive, not to mention pretty damn scary. Which was why you can imagine my surprise when my hubby suggested I write an erotic romance about a zombie hero. I was like, you're kidding, right? What woman in her right mind would fall in love with a dead guy? No way could that possibly work, or so I thought.
Turns out, my hubby wasn't kidding. In fact, he started working up ideas for the story.
"The hero didn't have to be a zombie all the time," he told me. "Think outside the box - take a little literary license!"
Okay, I thought. I suppose I could be open minded.
My hubby told me that in his out-of-the-box world, the hunky hero got cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess and only turns into a zombie sometimes.
"I'm listening," I said.
"And when he does go zombie, he doesn't have to be like the kind in the movies," my hubby added. "Well, he has to look like one, you know all dead and stuff, but he doesn't have to be a mindless creature or attack humans or eat anything gross."
So, brains are completely out, thanks goodness!
"Think Jensen Ackles or Jared Padelecki, with a really, really, really dark tan - (yes, my hubby knows I've got a thing for the Supernatural hunks!) - well, maybe more gray and black than tan, but you get the idea."
I thought about that for a minute. "So, the hero's dead, but he's still sexy, is that what you're saying?"
"Exactly," he said, giving me a grin as my eyes lit up with understanding.
By that point, my hubby had pretty much sold me on the idea. Of course, I knew if I ran with it, I was going to have to sell it to a publisher, and I knew that could be tough since the hero is a zombie. But I ran with it anyway and ended up with a full-length novel. And it came out pretty damn good, if I do say so myself! I still had to find a publisher for it, though.
About this same time, It just so happens that several of my other books were in the process of being picked up by Ellora's Cave and I thought what the heck? Why not pitch it to my editor there and see what she thinks? So I did, and she told me to send it to her. She was interested to see how I handled the whole zombie-thing. Well, long story, short, she liked it. A lot! My zombie romance with it's dead-sexy hero had a home! I was thrilled and my hubby walked around for a week with a smug, "I-told-you-so" look on his face.
I've been getting the word out there about DEAD SEXY ever since I signed the contract for it and I'm thrilled with the interest from readers who can't wait to get their hands on it! I can't wait for them to read it, too!
Now that I've revealed the story behind the story, I thought I'd share the blurb and an excerpt just to whet your appetite for more!
Blurb:
Romance author Simone Kent thinks she might just have found the most perfect guy in all of New York City - in bed and out. But Drake Parrish is about as far from perfect as any man can get. Eight years ago, he was cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess to live part of his life as a zombie. Since then, he has lived like a recluse on New York's Upper East Side, afraid to go out for fear he'll suddenly turn into one of the walking dead.
The sex is the hottest either of them has ever experienced and Simone discovers just how naughty she can be with Drake, while he finds himself feeling things for her that he hasn't felt in a very long time. When the Voodoo priestess learns of their relationship, however, she comes after him again. She is determined to make sure he won't have a future with Simone, even if that means killing both him and the woman he loves.
Excerpt:
As she led him up the steps to the second floor, Drake found himself wondering if she would ask him in. And wondering what he'd say if she did. When they came to a stop outside the door to her apartment, Simone turned to give him a smile.
"I had a great time tonight."
"Me, too."
She caught her bottom lip between her perfect white teeth and chewed on it thoughtfully as if unsure what she wanted to say next. It was probably an unconscious gesture, something she did whenever she was thinking, but to him, it was sexy as hell and all he could think about was kissing her.
Surely, one kiss couldn't hurt. He desperately wanted to. He hadn't kissed a woman in so long. It would be nice to see if he still remembered how.
Before he could stop himself, Drake tilted Simone's face up to his and pressed his mouth to hers.
She tasted just as sweet and delicious as he thought she would. Her lips were soft and pliant under his as she kissed him back, her tongue eagerly seeking his out.
Drake groaned and slid his hand into her hair, deepening the kiss. Simone sighed into his mouth, running her hands up the front of his shirt to grasp his shoulders. The feel of her touch was like a tonic to his deprived soul and he let out another groan, deeper this time.
He ran his free hand up her side and around to her breast, cupping it through the soft material of her dress. He couldn't stop himself and apparently, Simone didn't want him to. She moaned and arched against him. He could feel the heat of her pussy through their clothes as she pressed up against his hard cock. Damn, she felt good.
Drake drew her bottom lip into his mouth and gently suckled on it before slowly kissing his way along the delicate curve of her jaw. Simone clutched his shoulders and tilted her head back. He eagerly trailed a path of hot kisses down her neck, then back up, his mouth finding hers again. Simone looped her arms around his neck, pulling him in even closer as their tongues met.
Down the hall, a door slammed, reminding him where they were.
Drake dragged his mouth away from hers, his breathing ragged as he tried to regain control. He had to get it together because he was about five seconds away from doing something really stupid. Like taking her to bed. "I should go."
Her lips curved into a sexy, flirtatious smile. "Or you could stay."
God, how he wanted to. But as much as he'd love to spend the rest of the night exploring every inch of her body, he couldn't take the chance he might go zombie on her right in the middle of sex. Talk about coitus interruptus, And it had already been almost four days since he last turned, which meant he was already pushing his luck.
"You don't know how much I want to," he groaned. "But I can't."
Simone looked up at him with those big, blue eyes. "Why not?"
"Because I…" He hesitated, trying to come up with something that would sound believable. "I have a column due in the morning and I haven't even started on it yet." She knew all about deadlines, so she would understand that. Besides, he did have a column to write, it just wasn't due until next week. "Rain check?"
She looked disappointed, but she smiled anyway. "Absolutely. How does coming over for dinner tomorrow night sound?"
It would be crazy to agree when he could be so close to having an episode, but he couldn't say no. Not when she asked in that soft, sultry voice. "Sounds great."
"Good. Be here at seven."
"Seven it is."
She pulled him down for another long, slow kiss on the mouth. "Don't be late."
His mouth twitched. "I won't." He bent his head to kiss her again, then groaned. "If I don't go now, I'll be here all night."
Simone laughed. "Would that be such a bad thing?"
"Not to me, but my editor at Money Issues might not be too understanding when he doesn't find my column sitting in his inbox tomorrow."
She sighed. "Deadlines can be a real pain in the butt sometimes. Okay, go home and write your column. I'll cuddle up with a bowl of ice cream instead."
He chuckled. "Sounds better than taking a cold shower, which is what I'm going to be doing when I get home." He closed his mouth over hers once more. "See you tomorrow night, beautiful."
Resisting the urge to pull her into his arms again, Drake turned and walked down the hallway toward the stairwell. At the top of the steps, he glanced over his shoulder to see Simone standing where he'd left her, a sexy curve to her lips.
It took every ounce of strength he possessed not to go back and pin her against the door for one more long, lingering kiss. God, what he wouldn't give to spend the night with her. Man, it was going to take more than a cold shower to get her out of his head.
Hope you enjoyed the excerpt and that you can't wait to read more! You can get DEAD SEXY from Ellora's Cave at http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-8917-50-dead-sexy.aspx
You can also check out the trailer here!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5D_YH6bYrE
If you decide to pick up DEAD SEXY, let me know how you like it!
My fellow Ellora's Cave author has a new release out roday, too, so we're doing some cross promo for each other! Which is good for you, too, because that means you can win!
If you'd like to win a copy of EROTIC EXPOSURE, my very first Ellora's Cave book, you must post a comment on my blog and Lauren Fraser's blog! I'll announce the winner next Wednesday!
Lauren's Blog
http://www.laurenfraser.com/blog
If you'd like to participate in the blog tour, too, then visit http://www.booknibbles.com/
And don't forget to stop by my website at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/ to check out SEXY SECRET SANTA my upcoming release from Ellora's Cave! Look for it Dec 22nd, just in time for Christmas!
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Get DEAD SEXY and Show a Zombie Some Love!
Readers often ask me how I come up with ideas for my books, so I thought I'd give you a little behind-the-scenes peek at how I came up with my new release, a paranormal erotic romance from Ellora's Cave called DEAD SEXY.
Before I say anything else though, isn't that cover too hot for words?! When the art department sent it to me, I probably gazed at it for a good ten minutes in mouth-drooling appreciation before I could email them back telling the artist it not only rocked, but totally fit the book. The hero is "Dead Sexy," after all!
Okay, back to the story and how I came up with it. First, to set the stage, I need to share a little something with you about myself. Well, about my hubby and me, actually. We love zombie movies, from the George Romero gems to Shaun of the Dead and everything in between, including "Walking Dead," the new series on AMC. You just can't go wrong with a movie full of walking dead people, can you? Well, if you've ever seen a zombie movie (or even you haven't), then you know the creatures aren't the heroes of the film. I mean, how can they be, right? They're all dead and decayed and downright unattractive, not to mention pretty damn scary. Which was why you can imagine my surprise when my hubby suggested I write an erotic romance about a zombie hero. I was like, you're kidding, right? What woman in her right mind would fall in love with a dead guy? No way could that possibly work, or so I thought.
Turns out, my hubby wasn't kidding. In fact, he started working up ideas for the story.
"The hero didn't have to be a zombie all the time," he told me. "Think outside the box - take a little literary license!"
Okay, I thought. I suppose I could be open minded.
My hubby told me that in his out-of-the-box world, the hunky hero got cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess and only turns into a zombie sometimes.
"I'm listening," I said.
"And when he does go zombie, he doesn't have to be like the kind in the movies," my hubby added. "Well, he has to look like one, you know all dead and stuff, but he doesn't have to be a mindless creature or attack humans or eat anything gross."
So, brains are completely out, thanks goodness!
"Think Jensen Ackles or Jared Padelecki, with a really, really, really dark tan - (yes, my hubby knows I've got a thing for the Supernatural hunks!) - well, maybe more gray and black than tan, but you get the idea."
I thought about that for a minute. "So, the hero's dead, but he's still sexy, is that what you're saying?"
"Exactly," he said, giving me a grin as my eyes lit up with understanding.
By that point, my hubby had pretty much sold me on the idea. Of course, I knew if I ran with it, I was going to have to sell it to a publisher, and I knew that could be tough since the hero is a zombie. But I ran with it anyway and ended up with a full-length novel. And it came out pretty damn good, if I do say so myself! I still had to find a publisher for it, though.
About this same time, It just so happens that several of my other books were in the process of being picked up by Ellora's Cave and I thought what the heck? Why not pitch it to my editor there and see what she thinks? So I did, and she told me to send it to her. She was interested to see how I handled the whole zombie-thing. Well, long story, short, she liked it. A lot! My zombie romance with it's dead-sexy hero had a home! I was thrilled and my hubby walked around for a week with a smug, "I-told-you-so" look on his face.
I've been getting the word out there about DEAD SEXY ever since I signed the contract for it and I'm thrilled with the interest from readers who can't wait to get their hands on it! I can't wait for them to read it, too!
Now that I've revealed the story behind the story, I thought I'd share the blurb and an excerpt just to whet your appetite for more!
Blurb:
Romance author Simone Kent thinks she might just have found the most perfect guy in all of New York City - in bed and out. But Drake Parrish is about as far from perfect as any man can get. Eight years ago, he was cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess to live part of his life as a zombie. Since then, he has lived like a recluse on New York's Upper East Side, afraid to go out for fear he'll suddenly turn into one of the walking dead.
The sex is the hottest either of them has ever experienced and Simone discovers just how naughty she can be with Drake, while he finds himself feeling things for her that he hasn't felt in a very long time. When the Voodoo priestess learns of their relationship, however, she comes after him again. She is determined to make sure he won't have a future with Simone, even if that means killing both him and the woman he loves.
Excerpt:
As she led him up the steps to the second floor, Drake found himself wondering if she would ask him in. And wondering what he'd say if she did. When they came to a stop outside the door to her apartment, Simone turned to give him a smile.
"I had a great time tonight."
"Me, too."
She caught her bottom lip between her perfect white teeth and chewed on it thoughtfully as if unsure what she wanted to say next. It was probably an unconscious gesture, something she did whenever she was thinking, but to him, it was sexy as hell and all he could think about was kissing her.
Surely, one kiss couldn't hurt. He desperately wanted to. He hadn't kissed a woman in so long. It would be nice to see if he still remembered how.
Before he could stop himself, Drake tilted Simone's face up to his and pressed his mouth to hers.
She tasted just as sweet and delicious as he thought she would. Her lips were soft and pliant under his as she kissed him back, her tongue eagerly seeking his out.
Drake groaned and slid his hand into her hair, deepening the kiss. Simone sighed into his mouth, running her hands up the front of his shirt to grasp his shoulders. The feel of her touch was like a tonic to his deprived soul and he let out another groan, deeper this time.
He ran his free hand up her side and around to her breast, cupping it through the soft material of her dress. He couldn't stop himself and apparently, Simone didn't want him to. She moaned and arched against him. He could feel the heat of her pussy through their clothes as she pressed up against his hard cock. Damn, she felt good.
Drake drew her bottom lip into his mouth and gently suckled on it before slowly kissing his way along the delicate curve of her jaw. Simone clutched his shoulders and tilted her head back. He eagerly trailed a path of hot kisses down her neck, then back up, his mouth finding hers again. Simone looped her arms around his neck, pulling him in even closer as their tongues met.
Down the hall, a door slammed, reminding him where they were.
Drake dragged his mouth away from hers, his breathing ragged as he tried to regain control. He had to get it together because he was about five seconds away from doing something really stupid. Like taking her to bed. "I should go."
Her lips curved into a sexy, flirtatious smile. "Or you could stay."
God, how he wanted to. But as much as he'd love to spend the rest of the night exploring every inch of her body, he couldn't take the chance he might go zombie on her right in the middle of sex. Talk about coitus interruptus, And it had already been almost four days since he last turned, which meant he was already pushing his luck.
"You don't know how much I want to," he groaned. "But I can't."
Simone looked up at him with those big, blue eyes. "Why not?"
"Because I…" He hesitated, trying to come up with something that would sound believable. "I have a column due in the morning and I haven't even started on it yet." She knew all about deadlines, so she would understand that. Besides, he did have a column to write, it just wasn't due until next week. "Rain check?"
She looked disappointed, but she smiled anyway. "Absolutely. How does coming over for dinner tomorrow night sound?"
It would be crazy to agree when he could be so close to having an episode, but he couldn't say no. Not when she asked in that soft, sultry voice. "Sounds great."
"Good. Be here at seven."
"Seven it is."
She pulled him down for another long, slow kiss on the mouth. "Don't be late."
His mouth twitched. "I won't." He bent his head to kiss her again, then groaned. "If I don't go now, I'll be here all night."
Simone laughed. "Would that be such a bad thing?"
"Not to me, but my editor at Money Issues might not be too understanding when he doesn't find my column sitting in his inbox tomorrow."
She sighed. "Deadlines can be a real pain in the butt sometimes. Okay, go home and write your column. I'll cuddle up with a bowl of ice cream instead."
He chuckled. "Sounds better than taking a cold shower, which is what I'm going to be doing when I get home." He closed his mouth over hers once more. "See you tomorrow night, beautiful."
Resisting the urge to pull her into his arms again, Drake turned and walked down the hallway toward the stairwell. At the top of the steps, he glanced over his shoulder to see Simone standing where he'd left her, a sexy curve to her lips.
It took every ounce of strength he possessed not to go back and pin her against the door for one more long, lingering kiss. God, what he wouldn't give to spend the night with her. Man, it was going to take more than a cold shower to get her out of his head.
Hope you enjoyed the excerpt and that you can't wait to read more! You can get DEAD SEXY from Ellora's Cave at http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-8917-50-dead-sexy.aspx
You can also check out the trailer here!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5D_YH6bYrE
If you decide to pick up DEAD SEXY, let me know how you like it!
My fellow Ellora's Cave author has a new release out roday, too, so we're doing some cross promo for each other! Which is good for you, too, because that means you can win!
If you'd like to win a copy of EROTIC EXPOSURE, my very first Ellora's Cave book, you must post a comment on my blog and Lauren Fraser's blog! I'll announce the winner next Wednesday!
Lauren's Blog
http://www.laurenfraser.com/blog
And don't forget to stop by my website at http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com to check out SEXY SECRET SANTA my upcoming release from Ellora's Cave! Look for it Dec 22nd, just in time for Christmas!
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December 9, 2010
Thursday Thirteen!
Thirteen Reasons to Buy DEAD SEXY, My Hot, Sexy New Paranormal Romance from Ellora's Cave!
1. Because it's got an ABSolutely droolworthy cover!
2. Because it's got a sexy, tortured hero with a dry sense of humor you're going to fall in love with!
3. Because it's got a modern heroine you'll easily be able to identify with!
4. Because it's got lots of smokin' hot sex!
5. Because it's got a little of my signature sexy spanking!
6. Because it's got excitement!
7. Because they're are some really funny parts!
8. Because it's got a hero who's a zombie, and you know you want to see how I made him so damn sexy!
9. Because you're going to love the scene between Drake and Simone when she finds out he's a zombie, at least part of the time!
10. Because it's a great read!
11. Because it's a full-length novel!
12. Because it's from Ellora's Cave!
13. Did I mention it's got an ABSolutely yummy cover?!
Read the Blurb!
http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/BooksDeadSexy.html
Read an Excerpt!
http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/ExcerptDeadSexy.html
Watch the Trailer!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5D_YH6bYrE
Buy it from Ellora's Cave on Dec 10th!
http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-8917-50-dead-sexy.aspx
Links to other Thursday Thirteens!(Leave your link with Mister Linky when you comment, and I'll add you here!)
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December 8, 2010
DEAD SEXY Comes Out with Ellora's Cave This Friday!
Just Because He's Dead Some of the Time, That Doesn't Mean He Isn't Sexy!
Romance author Simone Kent thinks she might just have found the most perfect guy in all of New York City - in bed and out. But Drake Parrish is about as far from perfect as any man can get. Eight years ago, he was cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess to live part of his life as a zombie. Since then, he has lived like a recluse on New York's Upper East Side, afraid to go out for fear he'll suddenly turn into one of the walking dead.
The sex if the hottest either of them has ever experienced and Simone discovers just how naughty she can be with Drake, while he finds himself feeling things for her that he hasn't felt in a very long time. When the Voodoo priestess learns of their relationship, however, she comes after him again. She is determined to make sure he won't have a future with Simone, even if that means killing both him and the woman he loves.
You can get DEAD SEXY on Dec 10th from Ellora's Cave at http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-8917-50-dead-sexy.aspx
You can also check out the trailer here!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5D_YH6bYrE
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December 7, 2010
Tasty Tuesday!
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December 2, 2010
Thursday Thirteen!
Thirteen Mini-Excerpts from my hot, contemporary erotic romance PROTECTIVE CUSTODY!
1.
When Gray arrived at the station twenty minutes later, he went directly to the captain's office. The door was closed and he knocked once before opening it to stick hishead in.
"You wanted to see me, Captain?" he asked the man seated behind the desk.
Gray would have walked right in, but then he noticed that the head of the Burglary Detail, Captain Ted McCoy, wasn't alone. There was a dark-haired woman seated in front of him, her back to Gray. "Oh, sorry," he said to his boss. "I didn't know you were with someone. I'll come back later."
But when Gray started to close the door, Captain McCoy motioned for him to enter. "That's all right, Inspector. Come in."
Nodding, Gray walked into the office, closing the door behind him. As he did so, he glanced casually at the woman and did a double-take. Damn. She was one hell of a knockout! Long, dark hair, cheekbones high enough to make the top models envious, and full lips that looked like they were just made for kissing. Not to mention the most impossibly blue eyes he'd ever seen. Then there was that amazing body. Even though she was sitting down, Gray could tell she was tall and slender with curves in all the right places. It didn't hurt that she was wearing a fitted sweater and short plaid skirt, he thought, his gaze lingering on her shapely legs.
Down, big boy, he told himself when his jeans started to tighten uncomfortably
around his cock.
Gray was almost relieved when the captain spoke. "Inspector, I'd like you to meet\my daughter, Paisley," he said. "Paisley, this is Inspector Gray Beckham."
Daughter? Gray's eyes went to the beautiful bombshell again. Ah, hell. I should have known.
2.
Glancing in the direction of her father's office, Paisley saw Inspector Beckham making his way over to where she stood. Now that she had a chance to get a good look at him, she was starting to think maybe this arrangement wasn't such a bad idea. He was kind of sexy, in a rugged sort of way. Actually, dressed in those tight jeans and leather jacket, he was hotter than any cop had a right to be.
3.
Shoving the dress into an evening purse, Paisley picked up her shoes in her free hand and darted from the room. She had barely made it past the bathroom when the door opened.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Gray demanded from behind her.
Paisley stopped in her tracks at the commanding tone in his voice. Crap! She had hoped to slip out before Gray finished taking his shower. It just wasn't fair that guys could clean up so fast.
Squaring her shoulders, she whirled around to face him. And blinked. Though he had put on jeans, he hadn't bothered with a shirt, and all she could do was stare at him in feminine appreciation. She had known he was built, but she hadn't realized just how well. Broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, and rock-hard abs. Daaaaammmn! He had a body that just wouldn't quit.
4.
She clenched her jaw. "I wasn't asking for your permission, Inspector. I'm leaving and you can't stop me."
With that, Paisley whirled around and started for the door. She didn't even make it halfway before Gray caught her arm and turned her back around.
"You're not going anywhere."
She glared up at him. "Oh, really?" she countered. "And just how are you going to stop me? Handcuff me to the bed?"
5.
To her surprise, Gray didn't sit her down at all, but instead took a seat himself. Totally perplexed, she was just about to ask what he was doing when a tug on her arm sent her sprawling over his knee. She had no choice but to drop the purse and shoes so she could put her hands on the floor to keep herself balanced.
For a moment, Paisley was so stunned she just lay there. She recovered quickly enough though, and when she did, she immediately tried to push herself upright. But a strong hand on her back held her firmly in place. Furious at being manhandled, she glared at him over her shoulder.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
He returned her glower with one of his own. "Teaching you a lesson."
Paisley opened her mouth to retort, only to let out a startled little gasp when she felt him smack her upturned bottom. He did not just spank her!
6.
Then, just as suddenly as the spanking had begun, it was over, and she was back on her feet. Gray towered over her, all six-foot-four-gorgeous-half-naked inches of him!
They were standing so close that Paisley could actually feel the masculinity pouring off him. It was all she could do not to jump him!
7.
Paisley closed her eyes and melted against him. Gray's mouth was gentle and demanding at the same time, and she let out little sigh of pleasure as his tongue invaded her mouth to claim hers as its own. She had been kissed by a lot of men, but he was definitely in a class all by himself, she decided, as he slid his hand in her hair and began to explore her mouth even more thoroughly. Unable to stop herself, she ran her hands up his bare chest. He was a wall of solid muscle beneath her fingers, and she murmured her approval against his mouth.
She was so caught up in touching him that she barely even realized he slid one of his hands beneath the hem of her sweater until she felt his fingers lightly caressing her bare skin. Her eyes flew open. What the heck was she doing? Not five minutes ago, the brute had put her over his knee and spanked her, for heaven's sake! She should be slapping his handsome face, not kissing him!
8.
Gray's lips were hot on hers, his tongue insistent as it swept into her mouth to find hers. She kissed him back just as urgently, her tongue tangling with his. Damn, she had never been with a guy who could take her breath away with just a single kiss!
"God, you taste good," he breathed, drawing her lower lip into his mouth and gently suckling on it.
Paisley could only moan in reply.
Closing his mouth over hers again, Gray slid his hand along her hip, urging her
closer so that she was lying half on top of the console. Damn thing, she thought.
Dragging her mouth from his, Paisley hiked up her short skirt and climbed over the console separating them to straddle his lap.
"That's better," she said.
Gray ran his hands up her bare thighs. "Much," he agreed.
9.
"There's just one bedroom, so I'll get you a pillow and some blankets so that you can…" She turned to face him, but the words trailed off as she realized just how close she was to the handsome inspector.
They were standing only inches apart and suddenly all of the sexual desire she had felt at the club came bubbling to the surface. Before she could even think, the tiny distance between them evaporated and she found her mouth on his once more. This was getting to be a really bad habit.
10.
Paisley's breathing quickened in anticipation as the material parted to reveal the muscles of his bare chest. Why Gray was wasting his time in law enforcement was beyond her. He should be on the cover of Muscle and Fitness or something. On second thought, make that Playgirl, she corrected, as her gaze dipped to the bulge in his jeans. She could already see the centerfold.
11.
"So," she said, reaching out to toy with one of the buttons on his shirt. "Do you have your handcuffs with you?"
His golden brown eyes glinted in the darkened bedroom. "As a matter of fact, I do."
She smiled. "Then how 'bout we play a game of good cop/bad girl," she suggested in a husky voice. "What do you think?"
Gray chuckled, the sound a deep, sexy rumble that made her tummy flutter. "I think that if we're going to play that game, then I'm going to have to frisk you first."
Oooh, she liked the sound of that!
12.
To Gray's surprise, Paisley was actually a pretty good poker player, and after about thirty minutes, they were about even.
"This is fun," Paisley said, as she popped one of her winnings into her mouth. "But you know what would be even more fun?"
Gray's mouth twitched. He could think of several things and all of them involved her getting naked. "What's that?" He glanced at her as he shuffled the cards.
She leaned forward to give him a sultry look. "Strip poker."
He paused in the act of shuffling to look across the table at her. Inside his jeans, his cock was already getting hard. He gave her a slow, sexy grin. "I like the sound of that."
She sat back in her chair and reached for another M and M. "I thought you might."
13.
She turned in his arms to gaze up at him. "I'm sorry I was such a pain that first night at my apartment. I know you were only trying to do your job."
His mouth quirked as he reached up to brush her hair back from her face. "Don't worry about it. But since you're apologizing, I suppose I should, too. I shouldn't have spanked you like that."
Paisley felt her face color at the mention of the spanking he'd given her. Dammit, why did she blush so much around him?
"Probably not," she agreed. Since he'd brought it up, it was the perfect opportunity to tell him exactly what she thought about it. She looked up at him from beneath her long bangs. "Though it was kind of a turn-on."
Gray lifted a brow, clearly surprised by her words. "Really?"
She ran her hands up his bare chest to loop her arms around his neck. Beneath the pajama bottoms he wore, he was already hard. "In fact, I was thinking that maybe we could do it again sometime."
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December 1, 2010
New Release - PROTECTIVE CUSTODY!
I'm excited to announce that PROTECTIVE CUSTODY, my hot contemporary romance is now available from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid! If you like books about guys that come with their own handcuffs, then you'll love this sexy story!
If you're familiar with my other books, then it's probably no surprise that I love to write about strong, sexy, alpha males, and Gray Beckham, the hero in the book, is about as strong, sexy and alpha as they come!
Check out the blurb and excerpt below to get an idea of what PROTECTIVE CUSTODY is all about. It has romance, adventure, humor, and lots of hot, steamy sex! I think you're going to love it!
Paisley McCoy is a sexy reporter who writes about the San Francisco club scene for a local magazine. Having a dad on the force has led to one hard and fast rule – she doesn't date cops. She likes her men sensitive and intellectual, two qualities in short supply in any cop she's ever met. But now she's stuck with this standard-issue cop – aggressive, opinionated, and sure he's always right. In short, the complete opposite of the kind of man she usually goes for.
Gray Beckham is a no-nonsense cop who's peeved about being taken off a major burglary investigation to babysit the captain's bratty daughter, even if she is gorgeous. To make it even more annoying, she acts like the whole thing is a joke and insists she doesn't need his protection. And while she might be sexy as hell, there's no way he's going anywhere near the captain's daughter.
Despite their differences, though, Paisley and Gray can't deny the chemistry between them. But as that connection turns into romance, they find out that the stalker is a far greater threat than they had originally thought. And that if he can't have her, no one will.
Excerpt:
They spoke little on the ride to her apartment. Once they got there, Gray told her to wait in the entryway while he took a look around. It seemed like overkill to her, but she didn't argue. However, she didn't stay where he'd told her to, either. Instead, she went into the kitchen to open her mail. That earned her a dark scowl from Gray when he came out of the bedroom several minutes later. Paisley pretended not to notice.
"I've been on a stakeout for a couple of days," he said after declaring the apartment clear. "Do you mind if I use your shower?"
She glanced up from the Victoria's Secret catalog she had been flipping through. "No, go ahead."
"Thanks." He picked up his overnight bag from the floor where he'd left it. "I won't be long. Keep the door locked and don't open it to anyone."
Yeah, yeah. She went back to flipping through the catalog, only to pause when she heard the shower turn on a few minutes later. She had looked for a way to give Gray the slip ever since they'd walked out of the police station, and she decided she wasn't going to get a better opportunity than right then. While she had to admit she really didn't mind having the hunky inspector around, she hated being told what to do, especially by her father. Time to exercise her independence.
Tossing the catalog on the counter, Paisley hurried out of the kitchen and into her bedroom. Knowing she wouldn't have enough time to do more than pack a few things before Gray came out, she decided to forget about the basics and instead, just grab a dress and a pair of high heels to wear that night. Everything else she could borrow from whichever friend she stayed with. At least until it was safe to come back to her place. By safe, she meant when there wasn't some cop hanging around it.
Shoving the dress into an evening purse, Paisley picked up her shoes in her free hand and darted from the room. She had barely made it past the bathroom when the door opened.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Gray demanded from behind her.
Paisley stopped in her tracks at the commanding tone in his voice. Crap! She had hoped to slip out before Gray finished taking his shower. It just wasn't fair that guys could clean up so fast.Squaring her shoulders, she whirled around to face him. And blinked. Though he had put on jeans, he hadn't bothered with a shirt, and all she could do was stare at him in feminine appreciation. She had known he was built, but she hadn't realized just how well. Broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, and rock-hard abs. Daaaaammmm! He had a body that just wouldn't quit.
Gray crossed his arms over his chest. "Well?" he prompted when she said nothing.
Paisley tore her gaze from his perfectly sculpted arms to look up at him. She hadn't realized he was so tall. Even in heels, she was still almost a head shorter than he was. She lifted her chin. "Out."
His golden brown eyes narrowed. "Not without me, you're not."
She let out a sigh. "Look. Like I told you before, this isn't going to work. I'm going to stay with some friends until this whole thing blows over. You can just tell my dad that I gave you the slip. He won't hold it against you."
"I don't think so."
She clenched her jaw. "I wasn't asking for your permission, Inspector. I'm leaving and you can't stop me."
With that, Paisley whirled around and started for the door. She didn't even make it halfway before Gray caught her arm and turned her back around.
"You're not going anywhere."
She glared up at him. "Oh, really?" she countered. "And just how are you going to stop me? Handcuff me to the bed?"
Her words hung in the air between them for a long moment before his mouth finally quirked.
"Though I'll admit that's tempting," he said, "I have something more effective in mind."
Before she could ask what he meant by that, Gray led her over to the couch. What was he going to do, sit her down and lecture her?
To her surprise, Gray didn't sit her down at all, but instead took a seat himself. Totally perplexed, she was just about to ask what he was doing when a tug on her arm sent her sprawling over his knee. She had no choice but to drop the purse and shoes so she could put her hands on the floor to keep herself balanced.
For a moment, Paisley was so stunned she just lay there. She recovered quickly enough though, and when she did, she immediately tried to push herself upright. But a strong hand on her back held her firmly in place. Furious at being manhandled, she glared at him over her shoulder.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she demanded.
He returned her glower with one of his own. "Teaching you a lesson."
Paisley opened her mouth to retort, only to let out a startled little gasp when she felt him smack her upturned bottom. He did not just spank her!
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November 30, 2010
Tasty Tuesday!
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