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Six Sentence Sunday – Spin The Bottle – #sixsunday

 

Welcome back for another six. I’m still on a high from Tuesday’s release of Spin The Bottle so here’s a little more of Mac and Lil.

 

 

Mac waited for Lilli to come out of her bathroom. She’d been in there less than a minute, but that was sixty seconds too long as far as he was concerned. He wanted to know what that arsehole downstairs had done to her. Needed to know. The rage that had surged through him when he’d seen her pinned beneath Aaron Watson had nearly crippled him. When he’d pulled the man off her and smelled the liquor emanating from the Armani-clad jerk, Mac’s gut had rolled.

 

You can purchase Spin The Bottle at -

 

SAMHAIN  ~  AMAZON  ~  BARNES & NOBLE

 

And don’t for get to head over to the official Six Sentence Sunday site for the list of authors offering six this week HERE!

Snippet Saturday – Author’s choice

 

This week I get to pick which snippet to share so I’ve decided in honor of Spin The Bottle releasing last Tuesday that Mac and Lil get to be center stage.

 

“Help me up. I need to change out of this dress, but I can’t walk through the house with the side split open.” Now that her lungs were supplying oxygen to her brain and body, Lil realised her injuries weren’t that bad. Jarred and winded was as severe as it got.

“You’re not walking.” Mac stood and scooped her into his arms. “I’ll carry you to your room.”

“No. Put me down.” Lil squirmed against him. “I don’t want to draw attention to myself or the situation, and being carted around the house by you

will guarantee phones will be pulled out and pictures will hit Twitter and Facebook within seconds. Now. Put. Me. Down.”

“Lillian.”

“Mackenzie.”

They stared at each other, neither willing to give an inch. It was Aaron’s moan that broke their deadlock. Lil and Mac turned to look at the grumbling man—Mac with a snarl of disgust and Lil with a heavy ball of disappointment and sadness in her stomach. She had no illusions though. Aaron was one of many in her life who were only after what they could get from being Lillian McDermott’s friend. But that was her old life. The one she would walk away from without a backward glance after tonight.

“Please put me down, Mac.”

Mac let her legs drop, but he held on to her when her feet touched the floor. With his arm around her back, he ushered her deeper into the room. He steadied her against the counter before reaching to retrieve her jacket.

“Here. Can you put this on by yourself?”

“Yeah.” Lil took the still-damp denim from his outstretched hand. She’d only need to make it up to her room, so thankfully the clammy fabric wouldn’t be on for long.

Mac walked back to where Aaron lay muttering. He wrapped his hands around the other man’s wrists and pulled.

“What are you doing?” Lil slid one arm into her jacket and cringed at the clingy sensation.

“Moving him out of the doorway so we can shut the door.” Mac dragged a now spluttering Aaron across the floor.

“Why would we shut it?” Her other arm disappeared into the sleeve and she noticed the pain had almost gone. Lil reached for the zip.

“So he doesn’t go out there and cause more havoc. Or come looking for you again.” Mac glanced at her. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

Lil closed the zipper halfway. She shivered. Her dress was no barrier to the moisture the material still held. “Not now. I need to get out of this dress.”

“Come on then.” Mac stepped forward with his hand out. “Stay close and I’ll get you through the crowd without stopping.”

She hesitated. It would probably be simpler if she ducked upstairs on her own.

“Don’t even think of saying no, Lilli.”

“But…”

Mac’s gaze told her there’d be no arguing with him.

 

You can purchase Spin The Bottle at -

 

SAMHAIN  ~  AMAZON  ~  BARNES & NOBLE

 

Don’t forget to check out the other snippets up this week -

 

Shelli Stevens

Anne Rainey

Jody Wallace

Mari Carr

McKenna Jeffries

Myla Jackson

Taige Crenshaw

Delilah Devlin

HelenKay Dimon

Lauren Dane

Shiloh Walker

TJ Michaels

Leah Braemel

Spin The Bottle Release Day!

It’s finally here! The fourth book in the Party Games series I co-write with Lexxie Couper.

Just when you think you know the rules, the game changes.

 

Party Games, Book 4

 

Lillian McDermott can’t complain about the years she’s spent at the top of a career she never wanted. But modelling gave her everything. Amazing experiences and enough money to leave it all behind to start her own perfume and fashion label.

 

The one thing it didn’t give her is Mackenzie Harris. Her brother’s best friend. The man who sees her only as a surrogate little sister. Now, at the launch party for the next phase of her life, she’s done waiting. She’s going to rock Mac’s world until ignoring her is the last thing on his mind.

 

Mac isn’t blind to Lilli’s charms, and he never has been. But no best mate screws around with a little sister, no matter how tempting. No matter how much he wants to show her exactly how he’d like to respond to her teasing. But this time she’s gone too far, and he’s not backing down. She started it, and he’s going to finish it.

 

One spin of the bottle turns friends to lovers. But as the boundaries come down, everything changes. Including what they thought they believed about the other.

 

Warning: Playing this game will result in breathless sexual anticipation, smoldering sexual chemistry and scorching sexual tension. And then the fun really starts…

 

Available from  ~  SAMHAIN  ~ AMAZON  ~  BARNES & NOBLE

 

EXCERPT:

Each player, one after the other, took a card. All of them went above twenty-one and took a shot. A second round started up quickly and Lil stood off to the side to watch. She was enjoying the game when someone pressed into the back of her. Thinking the person wanted to get past, she stepped forward only to be stopped by an arm around her waist, a strong grip that pulled her back against the solid hot wall of muscle behind her.

Warm air fanned over her ear and neck, sending shivers down her spine. His scent filled her nose, and he didn’t need to speak for Lil to know who had hold of her. Mac. He gripped her hip, splayed his fingers and urged her to take a step backwards. Her body was never her own when he was around, and she let him lead her where he willed. He moved them out of the way and stepped them into the corner of the room.

In a second, Mac spun her around. He pushed her into the corner and caged her in, his hands flat on the wall either side of her waist. In her five-inch heels they were eye to eye and she could see the swirl of emotion in his blue gaze. She’d gone too far with tonight’s party, but that wasn’t what had her worried. No, what made her anxious was the look on his face that said he wanted to kiss her. They’d been there and done that with disastrous effects. Lillian didn’t know if she could survive a second time.

“You can run, Lilli, but you can’t hide forever.”

 

Mac waited for the explosion. He didn’t for one second think she’d let him get away with pinning her in a corner. No, Lillian McDermott never let anyone limit her. She took what she wanted when she wanted. It galled him to think she’d turned out exactly like her mother. That woman had a lot to answer for, the least of which was her absentee parenting. He shuddered. The last person he wanted occupying his mind was Gabriella McDermott. He’d much rather concentrate on her sexy daughter.

The one who drove him nuts but pulled him closer with every breath he took. He’d tried to stay away, tried to ignore the gut-burning need to see if the kiss they’d shared was a fluke. His gaze dropped to her mouth. Slightly parted, her cherry-red lips beckoned, a siren’s call he knew he couldn’t refuse—didn’t want to deny. Mac leaned forward, his lips a breath from hers.

“Mac?”

His name on her tongue, the puff of warm air that blew over his chin and the tremor of her lips made him smile. “Lilli.”

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“I thought that was obvious.” He didn’t pull away but moved his body closer to hers, his chest barely touching the tips of her breasts when she sucked in a breath.

“You can’t.”

“Can’t?”

“N-no.” Her lips brushed his. “It’s bad, remember?”

Mac pulled back a fraction to focus on her eyes. “What?”

“Kissing me.” She licked her lips and sent his blood pressure soaring. “When we did it before, you said it was bad.”

For a second, he hadn’t a clue what she meant, and then it clicked. “Oh, no, it wasn’t the kiss that was bad, Lilli.” He lowered his head, brought his mouth back within touching distance of hers. “I’ll prove it.”

He slanted his mouth across hers. Thrust his tongue between her parted lips to plunder. Mac didn’t ease into the kiss. He dove deep, headfirst. She tasted of champagne and cherries. Of lush decadence that spoke of untold pleasure. The party faded away, lost in the mating of their mouths. Nothing existed but the woman now in his arms, her body plastered to his, her soft curves cradling his hard edges as he devoured her.

Her breath hitched when he sucked on her tongue, and the gaspy little moan that followed the caress of his hand down her spine dragged him further into the most sublime kiss of his life.

Available from  ~  SAMHAIN  ~ AMAZON  ~  BARNES & NOBLE

Six Sentence Sunday – Spin The Bottle – #sixsunday

Who wants to play a game?

“You’re not getting away from me this time, Lilli.” He wrapped his other arm around her middle and spooned her body with his.

“Mac.” Lillian straightened her spine, tried to put space between them, but Mac tightened his grip, keeping their bodies pressed together.

“Watch the game. Things are about to get interesting.”

 

You can pre-order Spin The Bottle at  ~ SAMHAIN  ~  AMAZON  ~  BARNES & NOBLE

 

Don’t forget to check out all the sentences on offer this week HERE!

Snippet Saturday – Summer’s End

 

 

If you’re anything like me the idea of summer ending is depressing. It’s no secret I hate the cold so you’d have to assume I love summer. Good thing we’re actually heading into summer here in the land down under. But to remind me of the gorgeous summer days I have to look forward to here’s a snippet from Bondi Beach Boys. ‘Cause summer is all about the beach.

 

Chapter One

 

 

Piper pushed through the glass door and sucked in a blast of hot air like walking into the bowels of hell, but she wasn’t going back inside the air-conditioned interior of the café for anything. Not until she’d had her daily dose of what she’d affectionately dubbed her Bondi Beach Boys. She smiled at the nickname she’d given them. Having lived in Sydney for only ten months, she hadn’t fully understood the appeal of sitting by Bondi Beach on a stinking hot day, but summer was rapidly becoming her favorite time of year.

A waitress delivered her fresh-squeezed juice, and Pip thanked the girl without taking her eyes off the view. Picking up the ice-cold glass, she brought it to her lips. The heady mix of sweet aromas filled her nose, and the freshly blended flavors of mango and banana exploded on her tongue. Still, her eyes remained glued to the sight in front of her. A shiver skipped down her spine, and it had nothing to do with the chunk of ice she sucked on.

Bodies of all shapes and sizes, in all manner of dress, littered the hot sand. Kids with buckets and spades built sandcastles by the water’s edge. Teenagers in long, baggy shorts played a game of volleyball, kicking up arcs of golden spray. Women in skimpy bikinis lay on towels, glistening under the scorching sun. But Pip came for the men.

There were all kinds. Young, old, skinny and fat, some in Speedos with bronzed bodies worth drooling over; they were all there. Though none of those were the attraction for her. Two men in particular drew her gaze day after day, week after week. With her sunglasses shielding her eyes, she turned a little to the right and looked her fill.

Bronze hair and skin sparkled under the hot sun. Long, tanned limbs rippled with muscle as the sun god they were attached to reached up and removed the surfboard from the roof rack of the sporty, black sedan. She licked her lips. Tingling with the urge to run her tongue over every inch of the bare torso, Piper’s mouth had gone bone dry, the ice cube long since melted away. Her gaze skipped further to the right to find the second most glorious sight in the world.

His sleek muscles were dusted with dark hair, and the smooth skin holding it all together had to be what people referred to as a Mediterranean complexion. No less appealing than the golden specimen on the other side of the vehicle, he made her heart race and her palms sweat. Together they were a sexy temptation a nun would be hard pressed to refuse. Piper sighed and took another sip of her drink.

She watched them as they got ready, prepping their boards, throwing towels around their shoulders, and locking up the car. The blond picked up a backpack and turned toward the waves. For long moments, Piper admired the shift of muscles along backbones made for licking. Her temperature, already hot from the sweltering summer weather, went up a couple of degrees. Arousal swirled low in her abdomen, the once gentle stir now a churning whirlpool, and her chest rose and fell with her harsh breaths.

Today was no different from any of the others in the past few weeks. Her Bondi Beach Boys surveyed the waves as they rolled onto the sand of Sydney’s most famous beach. She studied them—her boys, not the waves. Their wind-tossed hair: one dark blond with golden streaks, the other black as night. Their smooth backs and narrow hips, miles of leg beneath brightly colored shorts. But the gorgeous arses hidden under the quick-dry material drew Piper’s eyes the most.

She’d always been a butt girl. Something about a tight pair of cheeks just did it for her. Pip wasn’t worried what covered a guy’s rear end, but she had to admit to being partial to jeans before this summer. Now though… Now she was a converted woman. Absolutely nothing compared to a set of firm buns wrapped in wet board shorts. No siree, nothing better. What a shame she wouldn’t be here to see them all wet and shiny when they came back to the car.

Her normal routine had to be rearranged for a meeting with potential new clients, and there was no way she was going to risk blowing this contract. She really didn’t need to go back over the designs—she’d been up til three a.m. making sure they were perfect—but she couldn’t help wanting to give it one more look with fresh eyes before the meeting. This job could be the big break that allowed her to quit her part-time cleaning gig and purchase that new software and hard drive she had her eye on. Tipping up her glass, she drank the last of her juice as her boys made their way down onto the sand.

Piper grabbed her bag and stood. Having paid for her drink when she ordered, she made her way between the tables to the sidewalk. The blond dropped the backpack and his towel, and jogged to the water’s edge. His friend followed at a more leisurely pace. She paused, watching them as they dropped their boards to the water and lowered their buff bodies to the fiberglass lengths. They paddled out, ducking under the waves and giving her one final glimpse of taut butt muscles before she forced herself to leave. With a sigh, Pip turned and headed home.

 

Find all the details on Bondi Beach Boys HERE!

 

The list of authors participating in this weeks Snippet Saturday:

 

Anne Rainey

Mari Carr

McKenna Jeffries

Myla Jackson

Taige Crenshaw

Delilah Devlin

Lauren Dane

Shiloh Walker

Five For Friday – Spin The Bottle

It’s less than a week until Spin The Bottle releases so I thought I’d give you the first five pages to get you in the mood to play a game of spin the bottle with Mac and Lil.

 

Chapter One

      Mackenzie stood just inside the front door—briefcase in one hand, handle of his wheeled bag in the other—and stared at all the strangers in his house. Not strangers exactly, some of the faces were very well known, but they weren’t his friends, or acquaintances for that matter.

      “I’ll kill her.” The words rumbled through his lips on a harsh breath and were completely drowned out by the throbbing beat of the torturous mash-up the DJ was playing.

      From where he stood, Mac could see the guy standing in the far corner of the living room surrounded by state-of-the-art equipment. Dressed in baggy clothes, with a multitude of gold jewellery, dark glasses and dreadlocks dripping off his head, the man was a stark reminder of why the club scene no longer appealed.

      Mac curled his fingers tighter around his bag handles as he scanned the crowd to no avail. She was nowhere to be seen. With a growl, he turned and headed for the stairs. He took them two at a time, his ears ringing and his heart pounding, whether from anger at her latest effort to annoy him or the horrible mix of music assaulting the walls, he didn’t know. Upstairs proved difficult to navigate with a line of scantily clad women queuing for the bathroom. Trying not to bash his luggage into any of them, he wove his way towards his room.

      He avoided eye contact and ignored the suggestive comments. Halfway along the corridor something brushed over his arse and his steps faltered. Unsure if he’d been felt up or not, he kept moving, but a definite pinch to one butt cheek had him jerking and quickening his pace. Mac wasn’t about to stop and confront anyone. He wanted to reach the safety of his room before any of the vultures managed to get her claws into him. He knew the type—rich, spoilt and totally self-absorbed.

      Mac had learned his lesson about those kinds of females very early in life. Watching the plastic, shallow creatures fawn all over his best friend for most of their lives had certainly opened his eyes to the many pitfalls of the female gender. Toss in Lachlan’s step-mother, and Mackenzie considered himself an expert on the numerous wiles of women. Reaching the end of the hall, he wrapped his hand around the door knob and breathed a sigh of relief as he entered his room, shut the door behind him and flipped the lock.

      He strode across the thick carpeted floor, the muffled noise from the party grating on his nerves. His bedside clock read seven fifteen, and he clenched his jaw, grinding his molars together. Dammit. After the hellish week he’d had he wanted to sit back with a cold beer and enjoy a nice night with a few friends. Lilli had promised she’d only invite a couple of people. A couple? Hah! More like a couple hundred. With a grunt of frustration, Mac tossed his briefcase on the bed and made his way to the bathroom, carryon in tow.

      The racket from below lessened as he entered his white and blue tiled en suite and he closed the door to further block out the sound. Mac unzipped his bag, retrieved his toiletries kit and put it on the counter. He lifted the lid on the laundry hamper and piled in a week’s worth of dirty clothes, then reached into the shower recess and turned on the water. While the downpour warmed, he kicked off his shoes and socks, stripped out of his shirt and pants and dropped the clothing in the basket beside him. Steam billowed out and he quickly grabbed what he needed from his kit and stepped under the hot spray.

      Mac leaned his head back and let the hard cascade of water wash away some of his tension. His shoulders were bunched tight, whether from the anger over Lilli’s latest stunt or from the hum of arousal that always buzzed through him when he thought of her, he couldn’t be sure. He tried to ignore his body’s reactions and popped open the shampoo bottle. Mechanically, he dealt with cleaning away the day’s grime while he pushed thoughts of Lillian McDermott from his mind. She was the one woman he couldn’t afford to think about while naked and wet.

      Lillian McDermott. Lilli.

      His best friend’s little sister. The last female on earth he should want, and yet he did—had for too many years to count. If Lachlan knew the fantasies Mac had about Lilli, he’d kill him, which was only one of the reasons to stop his train of thought. Turning, Mac twisted the hot tap off and stood under the cold spray in an attempt to freeze the heat Lillian inspired. Not that he ever managed to completely eradicate it with Lilli around, but he could certainly get it under control enough to stop from doing anything stupid.

      Like last time?

      With a groan, Mac closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to the wall. Cold water pelted his back and slid down his spine, but the chill didn’t register. His mind had rewound to seven months ago. Seven months, three days to be exact. Not that he was counting. The memory of that day remained as fresh as though he’d lived it just hours earlier. It was his Groundhog Day moment. He couldn’t begin to count the number of times he’d relived those few minutes.

      It was rare for them to be alone in the house but Lachlan had received a summons from his father, and regardless of the older man no longer holding the reins of the family’s media empire or his friend’s life, Lachlan had gone. Roland’s recent diagnosis of Alzheimer’s had softened all their views towards the once-tyrannical family patriarch. So Mac and Lilli ate dinner without his best friend as a shield, talked about unimportant things, and Mac actually believed his desire for Lilli was under control. Fat chance. He had no clue when it was that things had changed. When she’d gone from being his best friend’s little sister to the woman he wanted above all others. All he knew was he had to keep his hands off. Which was easier said than done.

      One second he’d been in control, the next Lilli was in his arms, their mouths joined in the most erotic kiss of his life. Soft, pliant lips gave way, and he slipped his tongue inside to taste more of her. A hint of spice from their meal and the sweetness of her cocktail enticed him deeper. Mac slanted his lips across hers and their tongues collided in a frenzy of want and need. The combination of chili and strawberry daiquiri lingered on her tongue, the fiery-sweet flavour the perfect symbol of their scorching kiss. Wicked innocence.

      Mac’s body tightened. Lust coiled hot and hungry in his balls. His cock lengthened—hardened as his pulse pounded through his veins. He sucked in a breath of damp air and reached for his cock. Lightning shot through him at the memory of her hands touching him.

      Lilli skimmed her splayed hands across his chest, over his shoulders and down his back—her fingers burning him through his shirt, her nails scoring his skin. He ground his hips to hers, his hard-on pressing against her stomach. She moaned into his mouth as she pushed back, her lower body rocking into his. Mac gripped her arse, pulled her up on her toes and fit their bodies together in perfect alignment to drive them both wild.

      He’d gone too far, remembered too much, and past experience told him he’d need to relieve the pressure with his own hand and the vivid recollection of Lilli’s mouth under his, her body pressed to his. Mac tightened his grip, pulled his cock harder as his orgasm drew closer.

      She tangled her fingers in his hair, tugged on the short strands and sent shivers down his spine. He squeezed her arse as he worked his fingertips towards her pussy. Lilli wrapped her legs around his waist and the short skirt she wore rode up her thighs, exposed the part of her he sought. Heat and moisture met his skin, the thin barrier of her underwear no match for the hot need flowing from her core.

      Mac’s harsh breaths and pounding heart echoed in his ears. He worked his cock harder, ran his thumb over the swollen tip, his precome easing the slide of his fingers. His sac tightened, tucking his balls close to his body as release approached.

      He pressed the silky cloth under his fingers into her slit, parted her folds and searched for her clit in spite of the barrier. The hard knot of nerves stood tall, pulsed beneath his touch. She rocked against him, thrusting back onto his hand, forward onto his cock. His mouth left hers to trail kisses along her jaw while he continued to torture her sex with his hand. Mac nipped at her ear, sucked the lobe into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue.

      His hand moved faster.

      Lilli’s hips bucked and more cream soaked her undies. He cursed the obstacle between them, wanted to feel her slick, wet flesh on his skin. Wanted to slide his fingers through her folds and thrust them inside her. Drive them deep and find her G-spot, stroke her inside and out until she screamed his name.

      “Mac.”

      She rippled against him, her orgasm sneaking up on both of them as she bucked and thrashed in his arms. Heat and wetness coated his hand. Lilli buried her face in the side of his neck as she rode out the last waves of her release.

      Mac pumped his shaft with firm, punishing strokes. His balls tightened and his spine tingled. He shouted Lilli’s name with the first spasm, groaned on the second. With each contraction, a thick rope of semen spilled from his cock, the liquid hot on his skin as it coated his hand. As he came down, he remembered the rest and cursed himself for the bastard he was.

      A door slammed and Lachlan’s voice boomed through the house. Mac pushed Lilli away, dropped her to her feet and stepped back. Her face was flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat. His balls ached, throbbed with the need to finish what he’d started. Footsteps echoed behind him.

      “Shit. That was bad. Very, very bad,”

 

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Six Sentence Sunday – Sand, Surf and Sunnie – #sixsunday

 

Welcome back for another six sentences. We’re off to the beach today.

“How did the kiss make you feel?”

Sunni tried to remember all the emotions that had churned inside her after Rand’s kiss. “Disappointed. Aroused. Scared.”

“And the idea of the three of you having sex?”

 

You can find all the details on Sand, Surf And Sunnie HERE!

 

And don’t forget to check out the other six sentences up this week HERE!

Snippet Saturday – Holiday

 

 

“Come on. Let’s go build sandcastles.” Dayne got to his feet and offered her a hand.

“Sandcastles?”

“What? You’ve never built one?” Grant asked as he stood and brushed the sand from his legs and arms.

“Sure but not since…” When was the last time she’d played in the sand?

“All the more reason to do it now.” Dayne grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the shoreline.

“How are we going to build a castle without the proper tools?”

Grant put up his hands, waggled his fingers at her. “These are all the tools I need, fair princess.”

She laughed. “Princess?”

“Every castle needs a princess.” Dayne knelt in the damp sand and tugged her down with him. “And if anyone deserves to be a princess for a day it’s you.”

Miki’s heart turned over. She didn’t doubt his sincerity, but it was hard to adjust to their caring when she’d been used to none for so long now. Frankie was the only person left in her life who cared about how she was or what she wanted. And even her best friend couldn’t make up for everything that was missing in Miki’s life.

“Hey.” Grant placed a finger under her chin and raised her gaze to meet his. “Why such a serious face? This is meant to be fun, Miki.”

“Royal decree.” Dayne mimed blowing a trumpet. “The kingdom is only allowed to have fun between now and sundown, by order of the royal court.”

Miki laughed at his silly accent and even sillier acting skills.

“That’s better.” Grant let go of her face and dug his hands into the wet sand. “Now, let’s build us a castle.”

“We need a moat.” Dayne began digging a trench. “How big do we want this thing?”

“A couple of feet for sure.”

“Okay.” Dayne curved the channel he was working on.

She sat back and watched the two of them playing in the sand like little boys. They made her smile, even when her heart felt like it might explode and her mind whirled with a thousand and one confusing thoughts, they managed to take it all away and make her laugh and enjoy the moment.

“Come on, you.” Grant poked her with a sandy finger. “Just because you’re the princess doesn’t mean you don’t have to work.”

Miki dug her hands into sand and scooped up a pile to add to the tower Grant was building. Slapping the wet mix against the small structure, she grinned. She patted the side and used her fingers to push it into the right shape. With each handful their castle took shape, and Miki forgot all about her worries. They had two towers and the outside walls built when Dayne’s moat caused a cave in.

“Hey, watch it.” Grant worked quickly to push the wall back up.

“Sorry, got a little too close there.” Dayne grinned, not sorry at all.

“If you’re not careful I’ll have the guards throw you in the dungeon,” she said. Where the frivolous words came from Miki didn’t know and didn’t care. It felt good to play.

Dayne gasped and placed a hand on his chest. “My humble apologies, my princess. I will strive for it not to happen again.” He affected a ridiculous half-bow.

Laughter bubbled up her throat and burst free. The carefree sound was strange and unfamiliar to her ears. She pushed at his shoulder. “You’re such a clown.”

“More like the court jester,” Grant said.

“You’re just jealous that I have the princess’s attention and you don’t.” Dayne stuck his tongue out at Grant.

The childish behaviour only made her laugh harder. Her sides hurt and tears stung her eyes. “Stop. You’re killing me.” She spoke between giggles.

“Never.” Dayne lunged for her, tackling her to the wet sand and finding the ticklish spots along her sides.

“No. Stop. Don’t.” Each word was a gasp as she fought for breath.

“Are your feet ticklish too?” Grant lifted one foot and began running his finger on the underside.

“No!” She wiggled in Dayne’s grasp but his grip on her was too good. “Oh, oh. Stop.”

Miki laughed uncontrollably. Tears streamed down her cheeks and still they didn’t stop. She was almost out of breath, the fight gone out of her when they finally let up on their attack. With a sigh she slumped in Dayne’s arms.

Grant stared at her. “God you’re gorgeous.”

Her gaze met his. “What? Wet, sandy and probably bright red to match my hair because you two just tried to tickle me to death?” she snorted. “Yeah, right. Gorgeous like a pile of shit.”

“You really don’t see it do you?” Dayne asked.

“See what?”

“How beautiful you are,” Grant said.

 

Find all the details on Truth Or Dare HERE! 

 

Don’t forget to check out the other authors offering snippets this week:-

 

Anne Rainey

Mari Carr

McKenna Jeffries

Myla Jackson

Taige Crenshaw

Delilah Devlin

HelenKay Dimon

Lauren Dane

Shiloh Walker

TJ Michaels

Five For Friday – Coyote Home

Doing something a little different this week. Instead of giving you the first five pages I’m going to give you a random five.

 

 

Quinn admired the way Rowan continued to face the challenges before her. He knew once she made herself known to the pack there would be more trouble. The council would want to know where she’d been and why she now wanted to return but they were the least of his concerns. She could handle the council and the rest of the pack for that matter, but he didn’t know how she’d deal with facing Marcus after all these years.

Just thinking of him and what he’d done to Rowan had Quinn ready to kill. To rip the bastard to pieces.

He wished he and Brogan had been able to convince the council the man shouldn’t be allowed to stay in the pack after they’d removed the senior Connelly, but until he did something worthy of exile they were stuck with him and all the problems he caused. If only Brogan had been sovereign at the time of Rowan’s attack, it would have been easy to persuade the council then. They’d just have to be careful because if Quinn knew one thing it was that Marcus would do his best to stir up more trouble.

For now he’d concentrate on helping Rowan gain enough control to be comfortable with returning home. She might be on the mountain but this wasn’t home. It was a safe harbor that could only last for so long. Anyone could discover she was back if they were in the forest for long. They needed to finish this so she could finally return to where she belonged. Judging by the speed with which she just shifted, it wouldn’t be long before she’d be ready.

The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees surrounding the cabin, the dappled rays bouncing off the snow and sparkling in the puddles the warmth of the day had made. They’d been out here practicing for over two hours, Rowan shifting between coyote and human with ease now. As far as Quinn was concerned there was just one test left. They had to know if she could control the shift with him in close proximity because he had every intention of being by her side every minute of every day.

No time like the present to test her but they needed to be inside before he pushed. As much as he didn’t think they were in any danger, he wanted them both safely locked indoors in case Rowan couldn’t control the shift. He wouldn’t think about his own control. The hard-on in his pants was a constant, one he’d managed to ignore for the most part. Tonight things would change. Once the sun went down he’d have her where he wanted her, under him.

He’d let her lead today, followed and allowed her to do things her way but now it was his turn. They both needed to know that she could control her coyote in any situation and seeing how he was responsible for three uncontrolled changes it would be a good test of her strength. The only problem was he was tested just as much with each minute he spent near her. Every second he didn’t claim her, his body strained against his will to give her what she wanted and not take what he craved.

Rowan moved with a sensuality that had Quinn’s insides humming. Each stretch of muscle, shift of skin to fur and back again, every smile she offered when she changed form with ease, had his coyote pulling to be let free. His nerves, as well as his control, were stretched tight. He wouldn’t last much longer without having her. It was a good thing he wouldn’t have to. If she shifted when she came tonight he’d change and claim her coyote.

Tonight would be the end of this torture he was enduring. Rowan wasn’t fairing much better. He knew by the way she looked at him her arousal was high. He didn’t need the taut nipples showing through her tank top or the way her breath hitched and she licked her lips when he caught her looking at him as confirmation. The flush on her cheeks wasn’t just from exertion either. He might not be able to see because of the shirt she wore but he’d bet anything her breasts glowed with the same rosy hue as her cheeks.

Aching with need, his cock throbbed in his pants. Eager to see Rowan’s flushed skin beneath him, Quinn jumped to his feet and stalked toward her. She froze in place, wide eyed as she watched him approach. Her sharp intake of air and labored breathing told him she knew his intentions. He stopped two feet away, afraid to get any closer for fear he’d take her here and now.

“Enough for today,” he growled, his voice gravelly with the lust riding his back. “We’re moving inside. It’s time to take this one step further.”

Rowan’s eyes widened farther and her nostrils flared as she sucked in a breath. With only a nod, she stepped around him and raced toward the house. Quinn closed his eyes and took a deep breath, giving her time to lock him out if she wanted. He knew she wouldn’t but he’d give her that option anyway. It also gave him a moment to regain control of the beast currently howling to take what was his. If they came together right now he wouldn’t be gentle and he wanted their first time after so long to be about their love, not their animal need to mate.

He sighed. Was there even a difference? He didn’t know if he could separate the two but he’d be damned if he’d take her like an animal this first time.

 

Rowan closed the bathroom door but didn’t turn the lock. Shutting it would keep Quinn out. She trusted him to respect her need for privacy. Not that she wanted to stay away from him. A few minutes to freshen up and calm down were all she sought. Her nerves tingled with expectation and her coyote howled with excitement. To finally be in Quinn’s arms after all this time seemed surreal. On the one hand, it was as natural as breathing, but on the other, she was terrified.

Terrified of all he made her feel, all they were to each other. Time and distance hadn’t dulled what was between them and she hoped she’d managed to master her coyote and merged her two sides completely. Relief at reaching this point flowed through her. Tense shoulders relaxed and the ache in her heart eased. That told her how much being with him but not being with him affected her. The strain of holding back, of not touching even when all she wanted was to brush her fingers along his arm in passing. The fear of hurting him if her coyote broke free was enough to have her taking a wide berth around him at all times. After tonight there would be no need for such care.

Today had proven she had the ability to control her coyote with ease now they’d gotten reacquainted. While she’d concentrated on perfecting her shift, Quinn had sat and watched. Never once did he interfere or approach her. She knew what he planned now that she’d gained confidence and she anticipated it with an eagerness that thrummed through her. The sooner they got started the better. But first she wanted a shower. Shifting back and forth had worked up a sweat that clung to her skin.

She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower cubicle. The large space allowed her room to stand back out of the water as she waited for the hot to come through. Goose bumps covered her flesh but quickly vanished as the steam rose and she slipped beneath the showerhead. Her shoulder-length hair stuck to her neck in strands, rivulets of water trailing from each end. Eyes closed tight, she turned her face under the spray and allowed the warmth to cascade over her.

Not wanting to take too long, she shampooed her hair and washed her body in record time. Showering had always been an indulgence but now she had other decadent treats to pursue. Or treat. The giggle that bubbled up her throat both surprised and thrilled her. Pleasure had been a rare event in the past few years. Always the nagging fact that she couldn’t return home weighed on her mind and stopped her from enjoying the simplest of things.

She had stayed away not only to protect herself but Quinn. Rowan worried not enough time had passed for Marcus to have moved on. Still, she refused to remain apart from Quinn any longer. Doing so had worn her down, torn her apart. Marcus had stolen so much from them. No more would she allow her sorrow to cloud her days—or nights. Now she would embrace all that life had to offer with an open heart and mind.

Starting with Quinn.

Rowan shut off the water and reached for a towel. Brisk movements had her body dry so she wouldn’t drip all over the floor. She used a second towel to wrap around her head, squeezing hard to soak up the excess water from her hair. Satisfied, she removed the towel and slid it over the hanging rail. It was then Rowan realized she hadn’t brought clean clothes in with her. There were two options. Use a towel to cover herself or walk out naked and hope Quinn wasn’t waiting on the other side of the bathroom door. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen her naked before anyway.

She took a deep breath and cracked open the door to peer through the gap. There was no sign of Quinn but she could hear him in the kitchen. Flinging the door wide, she raced across the small hall to the bedroom. About four feet by four feet square, the hall basically comprised of three doors and an opening that led to the living area. The bathroom door stood between the two bedrooms so she only had to dash half the distance before making it to the relative safety of the bedroom.

The curse that met her ears as she crossed the threshold told her she hadn’t been quick enough. Heavy footsteps and a growl followed her into the room. With a lightness she hadn’t felt in far too long, she darted to the far side of the bed and turned to face her mate. Quinn’s chest rose and fell in sharp, ragged breaths, his nostrils flared and his eyes blazed with desire. A shiver traveled the length of her spine and ripples of pleasure skittered over her skin.

He looked at her with such need it took her breath and tightened her insides. Her instincts made her yearn to lie on the bed and give him whatever he wanted, but it warred with her own needs and wants. Nerve endings pulsed, sending sensation throughout her body, no part of her left unaffected. Her breasts grew heavy and the nipples puckered into hard nubs. The heat building between her legs beat with the rhythm pounding in her ears. Liquid arousal pooled in her pussy, coating her slit and inner thighs.

Quinn moved and her heart jumped. Like earlier in the yard, he stalked her, hunted her down like prey. Far from being scared, Rowan reveled in the excitement his actions brought. Held in place by his hypnotizing stare, she waited. He reached her before her next breath and the thrill of standing before him naked while he remained fully clothed shot aching need into her core. A stuttered breath caught in her chest and left her breathless.

 

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Release Pushed Back – Sand, Surf And Sunnie

Due to some technical glitches Sand, Surf And Sunnie will not release on September 14. As soon as I have a new release date I’ll let you all know but in the mean time I still have Spin The Bottle releasing on September 25. Spin The Bottle is up for pre-order at Samhain, Amazon and Barnes & Noble and it has already received it’s first review from Terri over at Night Owl Reviews. Here’s a snippet of that review -

“This is a fantastic story on so many levels because not only are the sex scenes perfect, the falling in love with your best friend’s younger sister is sweet yet very adult.”

You can read the full review HERE!

Just when you think you know the rules, the game changes.

 

Party Games, Book 4

 

Lillian McDermott can’t complain about the years she’s spent at the top of a career she never wanted. But modelling gave her everything. Amazing experiences and enough money to leave it all behind to start her own perfume and fashion label.

 

The one thing it didn’t give her is Mackenzie Harris. Her brother’s best friend. The man who sees her only as a surrogate little sister. Now, at the launch party for the next phase of her life, she’s done waiting. She’s going to rock Mac’s world until ignoring her is the last thing on his mind.

 

Mac isn’t blind to Lilli’s charms, and he never has been. But no best mate screws around with a little sister, no matter how tempting. No matter how much he wants to show her exactly how he’d like to respond to her teasing. But this time she’s gone too far, and he’s not backing down. She started it, and he’s going to finish it.

 

One spin of the bottle turns friends to lovers. But as the boundaries come down, everything changes. Including what they thought they believed about the other.

 

Warning: Playing this game will result in breathless sexual anticipation, smoldering sexual chemistry and scorching sexual tension. And then the fun really starts…

 

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