Cerise DeLand's Blog, page 73
June 14, 2011
Slurplilicious cover, STRONG ARMS OF THE LAW--and a nibble!
Every woman values the strong arms of the law. Especially Skye Chamberlain.Why?She's a crime writer and she's in a heap of trouble since she saw a murder by the leader of a Mexican drug gang. But that's not her biggest problem. Oh, no.For two months now, she's been cooped up in witness protection in a teensy weensy house with the biggest, toughest, most maddeningly charming Texas Ranger.And he?Rex Martinez thinks this sassy piece of Anglo ass is the sweetest, wildest chick to ever give him a hard-on.How can they survive two more weeks of this torment--and keep their hands off each other?Link: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9414-strong-arm-of-the-law.aspx
Excerpt (copyright 2011, Cerise DeLand):What was wrong with her?Cabin fever was one thing.Horny is another, Skye.She fell backward against her bedroom door and rubbed her palms over her aching breasts. God, how she wanted his hands on her. His mouth. His cock. His everything.Two months in the wilderness with the Lone Ranger has you stupid for him, Skye. So what if he's built like the Starship Enterprise? All right, all right. So he's droll as John Wayne. Handsome as the devil. Wise as an owl. And endowed like a rock-hard porn star.Ohhh, stop this! He's only interested in you because you're his only choice. Bet the girls all drool over him at the local dancehall. Texas Ranger, white hat, big gun, big hands and huge balls.Get over it, Chamberlain!All you want is a good roll in the hay.But that wasn't all she wanted. Not from Rex Martinez. No sir. From him, she wanted more than one great fuck. She wanted all day, all night. His honed muscles plastered to her body. His thick, rasping bass voice rubbing her senses, letting her feel him deep inside her pussy, all the way up in her cunt, his thighs rocking against hers.She pushed away from the door, strode to her closet and stepped out of her panties. She wanted to be surrounded by strength like his.Mountainous strength.Indominable.Like she'd never known.Like she'd only read about in novels.A man so centered, so realistic, so sure of himself and what he was meant to do in the world, that she was in awe of him.How she even got a few words out to talk with him had begun to astonish her. And she was never enthralled by anyone. Years in the savage realities of the ER. She knew it. So did her editor, and it was how she was able to go into some rough crime areas and do research. How she kept her cool and her stomach from up-chucking. How she made her living. Even this gig that had gotten her in so much trouble with this Gonzaga clan, had not frightened her. At first."Blonde, built and begging for it," was how her editor billed her desire to come to South Texas and see if she could meet any of the Gonzagas. "You have to be safe out there, Skye. No series is worth getting killed for. And you know this familia is one of the most cruel along the Rio Grande. I do not want you kidnapped or maimed. Get another plot. I can do without this story.""But you can't, Chuck," she'd told her boss at her publishing house. "Journalists aren't going in any more. Hell, even if a newspaper has the research staff, they think twice about sending them in to Mexico. But these Gonzaga boys are women's worst nightmare. Importing sex slaves from Asia into Mexico and across the border into Texas. Kidnapping women from the border towns and forcing them into prostitution in bordellos in Chihuahua and Monterrey. Last year, they kidnapped two female sheriffs. One they killed, but the other one we think they have kept alive in Nuevo Laredo. This makes the basis for a great novel."He had agreed to the angle, but hated the fact she would be such a blonde Anglo target. But she had lucked out. Renting a house across the American-Mexican border in Nuevo Laredo, she had attracted the amorous attentions of the man whom many suspected of being the familia's second in command. He was hot for her and ready to make her his own special puta, too, when she'd heard him admit to killing three women. Then the next night, she'd witnessed his buddy kill three females. Skye had been able to feed information to the Texas Rangers about that and a raid the Gonzagas planned on an all-girl's high school in Texas. They had caught the murderer and then put the second in command behind bars. Skye was their star witness against both men.The Gonzagas put a price on her head."And here I am," she whispered, looked back at the bedroom door and decided what to do with the rest of what the odds said would be a shorter life than she predicted. "Here I am, Rex Martinez, wanting you."She strode, naked as a bird, to the door. She opened it and there he was. Her Ranger, still standing in the same spot she'd left him.Surprised, he moved only his brows as his baby blue eyes flamed at the sight of her nude body."You know what I think, Ranger?""Got me, honey." Truth was, his gaze said he got her lips, and her nipples and her bellybutton and her blonde-haired pussy."I think the trial might be too long, and your paycheck too small.""To do what?""Wait."Come to AUTHOR ISLAND http://www.cyberlaunchparty.blogspot.com/ on 6/18 for the first HOLT and DELAND ROCK IT OUT book blast! Fun, prizes!!!
June 9, 2011
June 6, 2011
Take 1 Rancher, add whip--and a woman he loves and you get....
CRACK THE WHIP by~ drumroll~ Desiree Holt! Go to http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-crackthewhip-544207-144.html This will make your day divine! What's it about? When r
June 3, 2011
Nibble on my new cherry, LADY VARNEY!
LADY VARNEY'S RISQUE BUSINESS is a bit of funny business that I hope you enjoy!
A nibble of my newest cherry?
Of course! (Copyright 2011, Cerise DeLand.)
Available at Resplendence, but also at Allromanceebooks.com where I am dying to rise on that list (as my other Regencies did there). Help me out, will you? http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-ladyvarney039srisquebusiness-549359-160.html
He hurried her along the hall and into an alcove. "While I am relieved to hear that you are not pregnant—"
"Hush! Are you an idiot?"
"Mad, delusional, a cretin in the mix!" He stepped inside a tiny hallway lined with cupboards and closed two doors on either side of the four foot space. "Call me any name you like, my Puss. You are driving me out of my head!"
"Well deserved, too!" she blustered as he pulled her into his arms and she once more felt the marvelous sensation of being captured by him. Held against his warmth. His might.
"Not by half, you minx. You cash my bank notes. But you will not receive me at home. You avoid me at church. Walk around me in the Park. I am reduced to waylaying you like a highwayman at a party on Wednesday afternoon!"
A laugh bubbled up from her throat but she squelched it. "We have nothing to say to each other."
"No," he said with dour tone. "We have so much to say that only this will do." He caught her chin, wrapped one arm around her waist and kissed as he had that first night in her drawing room. Long and lavishly. Repeatedly. Killing her reason and her resolve.
Her fan slid from her fingers. Her hands pulled him closer. These past weeks, she'd pined for him like a schoolgirl. She'd relived every moment in his arms, in his bed, even in his rose garden at his cottage. She had cried and mooned and railed at fate for what she could not have.
He took her mouth with ravenous delight, trailing kisses across her cheek and down her throat to her bodice. His hands molded her to him and suddenly, she felt his fingers lift her skirts and slide to her pussy. Caress her seam. "Darling, I am so delighted you wear none of those ridiculous pantaloons. You are so plump and wet for me," he murmured and what words came next became a serenade of all the endearments he had declared in his cottage and all that still lived in her heart.
He undid his flies, and plunged up inside her. Against the cupboard, she braced herself and gave over to the rapture of his possession.
He was warm and turgid and—
Something shattered.
Tinkled all around them.
"Don't move," he warned as he held her tightly.
"What?" she asked soundlessly, her cunt so full of him, her breasts so needy of his kisses she thought she'd scream.
Blinking repeatedly to clear his vision and his head, he glanced about them. "Dear god, sweetheart, we've broken the family crystal."
She surveyed the tiny room and the astonishing wreckage. "Justin. Oh, hell! We're in the butler's pantry!"
May 29, 2011
Cowboys? Randi Alexander's got 'em! A giveaway, too!
New Release and Book Giveaway!
Thank you for having me as a guest today. Like Cerise, I enjoy writing cowboy erotic romances, and I love reading them as well. But why do so many erotic romances feature cowboys?
We usually think of the physical characteristics of a cowboy first; the muscles and the hat, the boots and the strong jaw. Well worn jeans and eyes that could cut steel if he's riled up…or melt a heart when he's charming. A deep voice and an intimate drawl that sends skitters up a lady's spine. And then there are all the fun accessories a cowboy uses, like whips and ropes.
And that's all good and sexy, but there's more to the mystique. In my opinion, a cowboy is the strong, silent type who prefers to keep himself under control, emotionally and physically. He possesses an inherent virility that makes him the perfect romantic hero, and the perfect catch for a spunky heroine.
He's a gentleman, first and foremost, and protects what's his, and will even help protect what isn't his, if asked. A strong sense of right and wrong guides him in everything he does.
A cowboy needs patience and a firm hand to spend long hours riding herd on livestock, or training horses, or climbing on a rank bull for that eight second ride. And those traits come in handy when he's set his sights on seducing his woman. Patience, because he knows he'll get what he wants, no matter how long it takes and how much persuasion she requires. And a firm hand in the bedroom to assure her pleasure…as well as his own.
I hope I've captured the true essence of the cowboy in my hero, Chase, from my new release, Chase and Seduction Here's a blurb and an excerpt to give you a taste--or a nibble, as Cerise says.
Country music superstar/actor Chase Tanner has yet to be denied anything–and he's never wanted anything or anyone more than gorgeous screenplay writer Reno Linden. So when the film they are working on is finally finished, Chase decides to turn up the volume on seducing Reno.
Reno Linden lived a quiet, rural life until she was thrust into the Hollywood scene when her book was adapted to film. Chase Tanner is larger than life, sinfully sexy and hell-bent on getting her into bed. Skittish after a failed wedding engagement, Reno risks the plunge into Chase's arms, and is surprised that her good girl self can keep up with bad boy Chase.
Though Chase returns to his cowboy roots often, and Reno cherishes the time spent with him on his ranch, the two find their careers pulling them in different directions. Will their attraction survive the glitz and stress of fame?
EXCERPT: Over 18 only
"Woman! Don't make me come after you!"
Reno straightened, showing him her profile. "You could never catch me, old man."
"Old?" Chase leapt to his feet, and she jerked, dropping the flower. "I'll show you old." He stalked toward her.
She let out a shriek and bolted in the opposite direction, laughing crazily.
He took a hop, then ran hard and fast, and was upon her in seconds. Grabbing her around the waist, he lifted her off her feet. "There's no getting away from me, Reno."
She slapped at his hands. "Let me go, you evil letch."
He released her, only to grab one wrist, bend and grab her opposite knee, and lift her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, her warm skin rubbing against his, kindling a fire in each nerve she touched.
She squealed and laughed. "Chase, you put me down."
Dominating her this way sent a rush of desire through him, and her weight felt like a feather as he strode back to their blanket. Reaching up, he swatted her behind. "You hush now."
Her indrawn breath was followed by a soft moan. Then she asked, "And if I don't hush?"
To celebrate the release of Chase and Seduction, I'm giving away, to one lucky *commenter, an e-copy of my novella Her Cowboy Stud. Just leave a comment today and we'll choose a winner tomorrow. *Commenter must be 18 years of age or older to win.
I'm also giving away a cowgirl hat to one subscriber to my newsletter. For more details, and to sign up for this contest, please go to my website, RandiAlexander.com And while you're there, you can read the first chapter of Chase and Seduction.
Good luck, and thank you!
Randi
Buy Chase and Seduction at The Wild Rose Press Wilder Roses
What has reading romances taught our sons and daughters?
What have we taught our children about love and romance simply by having the books in the house?I have a few thoughts on this and tomorrow (Monday) I post on http://www.saucyandsinfulreviews.com to show you how these discussions happened in our house!Come over and read our family dialogue!
May 26, 2011
Lingerie! Oo, la la!
For a wonderful afternoon of gazing at divine lingerie on the internet, please do go to one of my favorite blogs of a store here in the States in Seattle. What is it? Belle Fleur. Go to http://bellefleurlingerie.blogspot.com and do subscribe for constant fun and great products.Do also go to www.aubade.com and click through EVERY little tab. You will inspired with the delicious French offerings, fun to learn about this house established in 1875! Happy viewing, buying and wearing.There is nothing better than well-fitting, well-made luxurious lingerie!Come back and tell us what you bought!
May 20, 2011
HARD LOVIN'...don't you need some? Desiree Holt delivers!
Once again, my buddy Desiree Holt has a scrumptious one out on the "stands!"Come read and buy over at EC!Is not that cover slurpilicious?I know. I know.Summary: Erin Braddock, daughter of wealthy and powerful rancher Rance Braddock, has been to hell and back. So has wandering cowboy minstrel Grady Sinclair. But the moment they meet chemistry ignites between them, erasing everything else. The sex is scorching, explosive, addictive. They can't get enough of each other. The same talented fingers that coax seductive music from his guitar coax powerful orgasms from her body. Seduced by his music as well as the sinfully sexy man himself, Erin runs away with him. Nights, she sits in the bar listening to his come-to-me voice promising her the erotic delights he delivers on when they're back in their room. But will the past follow them or can they build a future together, in and out of bed?AND NOW YOU NEED A NIBBLE, RIGHT?(Copyright 2011, Desiree Holt)Erin Braddock slipped into the dark bar through the back door, squinted against the darkness and found her way to a tiny booth in the corner. The area was so small a second person would be hard pressed to find room in the space but that suited her just fine. She hadn't come here looking for company. Unless it was the cowboy up on the postage-stamp-sized stage, alone in the spotlight with his guitar and his smoky voice. Ebony black hair curled down to the nape of his neck and a work shirt and worn jeans clung to his lean body like a second skin. The muscles in his arm flexed as he picked at the strings of the guitar, coaxing a tune from it.
The lights were dim in the smoky club, a sea of black with only himself in the searing white glow of the spotlight. The air was heavy with expectation as he strummed the melody of a love song that whipped its sound over the crowd only to slow like the stroke of a lover's caress.
You are so out of your mind for doing this.
So what else was new?
She'd just had to get out of the house. Away from the ranch. Away from…everyone.
Away from the houseful of people all gathered to celebrate a wedding tomorrow.
Hers.
A wedding she didn't want.
The memories of the nightmare with Cal hadn't yet faded and her father, the far-too-wealthy Rance Braddock was, if nothing else, like a tidal wave that swallowed people up. He was suffocating her with his protective kindness. And then there was T.J. Elliott, her father's choice for a "safe" and well-connected husband. A way to guarantee her future. No danger there.
Not like Cal, the worst mistake she'd ever made. And she'd wanted safe. Needed it. Her father and T.J. treated her like some child too fragile to be let out on her own. Well, maybe she was. Look what she'd gotten herself into. And didn't want to get out of, until she'd had no other choice. Now, at thirty, she suddenly didn't seem to be able to put one foot in front of the other anymore.
Until now.
The bad part about being rescued from a situation like the one she'd been in was people were afraid to take their eyes off you. She didn't even seem to have the strength to tell them they could look away. She went along to get along, letting herself be swept up in a courtship she didn't want and a wedding suddenly bearing down on her like a tornado.
She'd come to the bar a few nights ago with her girlfriends who had practically dragged her out of the house.
"Have fun," her father said.
"You'll be fine with the girls," T.J. told her. He'd kissed her on the cheek and teased, "Last night out before becoming Mrs. Elliott."
She was safe with her friends. Girl's night out was okay. Both her father and T.J. had relaxed.
But her friend Lili had whispered in her ear, "Wait until you see Grady Sinclair. He's hot, hot, hot. And his music!" Lili rolled her eyes. "Just listening to him makes your pussy get wet and your nipples poke like diamonds."
Erin had shivered, skeptical but hopeful. She didn't think she'd ever have that reaction again. Or want it. The best thing about T.J. was he was nonthreatening. She could always fake orgasms. She'd become a very good actress living with Cal.
So she'd let them coax her out and come to Smoky's with them and damn but Lili was right. Wrapped in the almost mystical cloak of the music that drifted to her from the stage she'd felt stirrings that she'd thought long dead. Responses she didn't think she was capable of anymore. And then she'd come back with them. Again and again, to hear the troubadour with eyes an incredible blue and a rugged face, drawn by the clear, mesmerizing notes of his songs and the sadness in his voice.
TWO TOUGH HOMBRES gets Golden Words from Miz LOVE!
Over at http://mizlovelovesbooks.blogspot.com, they love TWO TOUGH HOMBRES. Here are the words that thrill me:
I was touched by the depth of maleness that is Rico. He's so…pwoar! So…MAN!
And the phrases the reviewer likes:
…when she was the pretty little blonde nerd who sang country and western with the soul of a wronged woman.
…dense as starless midnight…
Her heart seemed to beat even more quickly than his engine.
"…I'll damn well brand you with it!"
She blessed his mouth with her admission.
And her summary:
"If you like a book where the hero is alpha, knows what he wants and goes all out to get it, plus the heroine getting what she's always longed for when he takes more control than he has previously, then Two Tough Hombres is definitely for you. Rico leaps off the page and squirms into your heart, and the things he does and says have you squirming in other ways too!"
THANKS MIZ LOVE!!!!
May 19, 2011
TWO TOUGH HOMBRES gets Golden Words from Miz LOVE!
Over at http://mizlovelovesbooks.blogspot.com, they love TWO TOUGH HOMBRES. Here are the words that thrill me:
I was touched by the depth of maleness that is Rico. He's so…pwoar! So…MAN!
And the phrases the reviewer likes:
…when she was the pretty little blonde nerd who sang country and western with the soul of a wronged woman.
…dense as starless midnight…
Her heart seemed to beat even more quickly than his engine.
"…I'll damn well brand you with it!"
She blessed his mouth with her admission.
And her summary:
"If you like a book where the hero is alpha, knows what he wants and goes all out to get it, plus the heroine getting what she's always longed for when he takes more control than he has previously, then Two Tough Hombres is definitely for you. Rico leaps off the page and squirms into your heart, and the things he does and says have you squirming in other ways too!"
THANKS MIZ LOVE!!!!
