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I'm up here…..

This time in 24hrs…..

I'll be on one of these……  :)

For those that missed it, (and really, what rock are you living under?) I'm off to the Romantic Times Convention in Chicago. I'm dragging Mr.C with me and we're doing the tourist thing for a whole week before the madness and brilliance of hanging with my writing peeps and reader friends. Oh, and the odd editor or two. So sure how often I'll be blogging but I'll try to update my Twitter and Facebook at least once a day.

Six Sentence Sunday – Coyote Home Pt3 – #sixsunday

The is my last six for a few weeks as I'll be traveling and while I can schedule posts to go live I can't guarantee I'll get online to sign up each week so I'm taking a break until I get back home at the end of April. Yes, I'll be gone almost a month.

Here's the third installment from Coyote Home.

A snarl vibrated in her chest, her coyote snapped at her control and threatened to break free. Twisting her head, she ripped her mouth from his. It was too much. She felt her grip weaken, knew the beast would spring forward at any second.

"Stop," she panted.

He didn't hear her.

Find out more info on Coyote Home HERE!  

And check out the rest of this weeks Six Sentences HERE! 

Snippet Saturday – Author’s Choice.

What to pick, what to pick……mmmmm

I’m going with Saxon.

 

Carly Simmons has lusted after her boss for six months. Throwing caution to the wind while on a business trip in Singapore, she suggests a fling. When Saxon takes her up on her offer, Carly gets far more than the conservative businessman she’s expecting.

Saxon Grant is definitely up for a weekend of red-hot sex, but once he gets his hands on Carly he knows a couple of days will never be enough. Months of wanting her explode into a weekend of tangled sheets and twisted emotions.

And after one wild weekend, these two hearts will never be the same.

 EXCERPT:

“Carly?”

She loved the sound of her name on his tongue. Or it could just be his voice. He had a bedroom voice, a little rough, a little naughty. She shuddered and brought her gaze up to meet his. Her tongue flicked out, slid across her bottom lip and she watched his eyes light with desire, his nostrils flare. Good, the man was not unaffected. With a sexy grin she placed her order.

“I’ll take a Singapore Fling, thanks,” she purred.

Saxon choked, fumbled with his menu, and cleared his throat. “I think you mean a Singapore Sling.”

“I know what I mean.” Carly waited a beat. “And I mean what I say.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. He stared at her for a minute, studied her face, her eyes. When he finally turned to the waiter, he ordered two Singapore Slings. Placing his menu on the table between them, he reached into the tub of peanuts to grab a handful and leaned back in his chair to slowly shell them. One by one, he popped them in his mouth.

Carly sat mesmerized by the shift of muscles, the slide of long, lean fingers and large hands. Those babies could cover an awful lot of her flesh in one sweep. Or better yet, fill parts of her that ached to be filled. Vivid images of Saxon with his fingers buried between her legs exploded in her mind. She bit her lip and stifled the moan working its way up her throat. Warmth swirled in her lower belly.

One end of his mouth kicked up in a sexy grin that had her toes curling and her bones melting. In slow motion his tongue peeked out, slid between his lips from one corner to the other and left a glistening trail hers itched to follow. The pink muscle disappeared from view and Carly’s stomach knotted as the urge to lean over and suck it back out took hold. Those lush, kissable lips stretched into a full smile over straight white teeth that contrasted nicely against the red flesh surrounding them.

“So . . . you want a fling.”

Her gaze met his. The naked desire blazing in his blue eyes sent a shiver down her spine and blistering need burning in her pussy. He wanted her. There was no doubt in her mind, but would he do anything about it? With nothing to lose and everything to gain, Carly jumped in with both feet.

“Sure.” She shrugged. “But it would depend on who I was flinging with.”

“Really? So it’s not just any port in a storm?” he asked.

“No. I’m very picky about who I play with.” She let her gaze roam his body, taking her time, down over his chest and stomach to the noticeable bulge in his jeans. “It’s not something I do on a whim.”

“Do you normally proposition men in bars?”

“No.” In for a penny, in for a pound. “You’re the first.”

Now that she’d moved her hungry gaze from his crotch she saw the smile playing over his lips.

“Good. I’d hate to think this was a bad habit you have.” He watched her closely before adding, “I’d have to punish you if it was.”

Her eyes widened and her tummy lurched. “Punish?”

“Oh yeah. I’d turn you over my knee and spank that sexy ass of yours.”

Air rushed from her lungs and fluid seeped from her rapidly swelling pussy.

“I see you wouldn’t be adverse to such a thing. Good to know.”

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You can find all the info on Singapore Fling HERE! 

Other authors participating this week are:-

Megan Hart:Read in bed!

Rhian Cahill

Eliza Gayle

Lissa Matthews

Mandy M Roth

Mari Carr

McKenna Jeffries

Myla Jackson

Taige Crenshaw

HelenKay Dimon

Lauren Dane

Leah Braemel

Shiloh Walker

Shelli Stevens

Snippet Saturday – Author's Choice.

What to pick, what to pick……mmmmm

I'm going with Saxon.

 

Carly Simmons has lusted after her boss for six months. Throwing caution to the wind while on a business trip in Singapore, she suggests a fling. When Saxon takes her up on her offer, Carly gets far more than the conservative businessman she's expecting.

Saxon Grant is definitely up for a weekend of red-hot sex, but once he gets his hands on Carly he knows a couple of days will never be enough. Months of wanting her explode into a weekend of tangled sheets and twisted emotions.

And after one wild weekend, these two hearts will never be the same.

 EXCERPT:

"Carly?"

She loved the sound of her name on his tongue. Or it could just be his voice. He had a bedroom voice, a little rough, a little naughty. She shuddered and brought her gaze up to meet his. Her tongue flicked out, slid across her bottom lip and she watched his eyes light with desire, his nostrils flare. Good, the man was not unaffected. With a sexy grin she placed her order.

"I'll take a Singapore Fling, thanks," she purred.

Saxon choked, fumbled with his menu, and cleared his throat. "I think you mean a Singapore Sling."

"I know what I mean." Carly waited a beat. "And I mean what I say."

His Adam's apple bobbed. He stared at her for a minute, studied her face, her eyes. When he finally turned to the waiter, he ordered two Singapore Slings. Placing his menu on the table between them, he reached into the tub of peanuts to grab a handful and leaned back in his chair to slowly shell them. One by one, he popped them in his mouth.

Carly sat mesmerized by the shift of muscles, the slide of long, lean fingers and large hands. Those babies could cover an awful lot of her flesh in one sweep. Or better yet, fill parts of her that ached to be filled. Vivid images of Saxon with his fingers buried between her legs exploded in her mind. She bit her lip and stifled the moan working its way up her throat. Warmth swirled in her lower belly.

One end of his mouth kicked up in a sexy grin that had her toes curling and her bones melting. In slow motion his tongue peeked out, slid between his lips from one corner to the other and left a glistening trail hers itched to follow. The pink muscle disappeared from view and Carly's stomach knotted as the urge to lean over and suck it back out took hold. Those lush, kissable lips stretched into a full smile over straight white teeth that contrasted nicely against the red flesh surrounding them.

"So . . . you want a fling."

Her gaze met his. The naked desire blazing in his blue eyes sent a shiver down her spine and blistering need burning in her pussy. He wanted her. There was no doubt in her mind, but would he do anything about it? With nothing to lose and everything to gain, Carly jumped in with both feet.

"Sure." She shrugged. "But it would depend on who I was flinging with."

"Really? So it's not just any port in a storm?" he asked.

"No. I'm very picky about who I play with." She let her gaze roam his body, taking her time, down over his chest and stomach to the noticeable bulge in his jeans. "It's not something I do on a whim."

"Do you normally proposition men in bars?"

"No." In for a penny, in for a pound. "You're the first."

Now that she'd moved her hungry gaze from his crotch she saw the smile playing over his lips.

"Good. I'd hate to think this was a bad habit you have." He watched her closely before adding, "I'd have to punish you if it was."

Her eyes widened and her tummy lurched. "Punish?"

"Oh yeah. I'd turn you over my knee and spank that sexy ass of yours."

Air rushed from her lungs and fluid seeped from her rapidly swelling pussy.

"I see you wouldn't be adverse to such a thing. Good to know."

~~~~

You can find all the info on Singapore Fling HERE! 

Other authors participating this week are:-

Megan Hart:Read in bed!

Rhian Cahill

Eliza Gayle

Lissa Matthews

Mandy M Roth

Mari Carr

McKenna Jeffries

Myla Jackson

Taige Crenshaw

HelenKay Dimon

Lauren Dane

Leah Braemel

Shiloh Walker

Shelli Stevens

International Heat Genre Days

For the next couple of weeks, the International Heat ladies will be entertaining you with snippets from all the many, many different genres in which we write! For those of you who don't know, I'm part of this amazing group of women comprised of writers, cover artists, and reviewers. International Heat includes Bianca D'Arc, Mari Carr, Anne Rainey, Lila Dubois, Lexxie Couper, Jess Dee, Jayne Rylon, Valerie Tibbs, Jambrea Jo Jones, JR Patrick, T from Ebook Addicts and myself. We like to refer to ourselves as the Dirty Dozen. LOL.

We're kicking off the Genre Days festivities with PARANORMAL books. There will be lots of excerpts each day and a daily prize. I hope you'll check it out here.

Six Sentence Sunday – Coyote Home Pt2 – #sixsunday

Welcome back Sixers!

Her hands gripped his shoulder, slid into the hair at his nape and over his scalp. She tugged his head closer. Their teeth bumped and scraped and the kiss turned volcanic.

Heat blazed through her blood, pumping into her breasts and pussy, throbbing to a tribal beat only Quinn could drum up. She bent her legs, curled them around his hips and ground her pounding clit on his cock. 

Get more info on Coyote Home HERE! 

And don't forget to check out the other authors participating this were HERE!  

Snippet Saturday – Freaks come out at Night

This week we're doing freaks of the night or bad boys of the night. I figure that would include my coyote shifters so I'm sharing a snippet of Steve from Coyote Whispers.

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Steve sat enclosed by darkness and listened to the sounds of the forest as it settled into the coming night. The sun had gone down hours ago thanks to the mountains he called home, but true sunset still had a few minutes. He'd lived in Whispering Springs or the surrounding mountain range his whole life. Never once had he felt the urge to leave it behind and explore the world. He took the occasional trip down the mountainside to visit one of the big cities, but there was no appeal in staying away longer than a day or two, a week at most.

He breathed deep, pulling the chilled, late-spring air into his lungs, the accompanying sting of cold meeting warm, a welcome twinge. His house had been finished for two months, but he hadn't moved everything in until this past weekend. A grin curled his lips as he thought about why it had taken so long. Having his two best friends somewhat occupied with Rowan's return had slowed down both the finishing of the house and the moving in. Not that he'd complain. Steve was more than happy Rowan had finally come home and even happier to see her reunited with her mate, Quinn.

The night around him grew still, quiet in a way that pricked his instincts, caused his hair to stand on end, and drew his coyote's attention. Steve slowly sat forward, leaned over to put his beer bottle on the deck beside his chair, before closing his eyes and honing his senses to listen—to smell. The crush of undergrowth beneath running feet hit him first, followed by a body-slamming gust of fear. He scented two shifters but he couldn't place them. Tried harder to separate them and connect either essence to the memory of its owner.

A howl of agony echoed up the ridge, sliced into his gut and pulled his coyote out with amazing speed. On his feet, Steve was glad he'd forgone shirt and shoes after his shower as he removed his sweats. Free of the restrictive garment, he shifted as he leapt over the deck railing to the ground one story below. He landed with a jolt to every bone but ignored it as he ran through the forest in the direction of the horrific screams of distress.

As he drew closer he could hear the struggles, smell the fear—the blood. The enjoyment. The attacker, in coyote form if he wasn't mistaken, was thrilled with his catch. A catch Steve had every intention of setting free. His muscles shuddered and it wasn't just from the exertion of running all out. He thought about stealth but a bloodcurdling cry and bark of triumph changed his mind. Low branches and shrubs slapped into him, tangled with his fur, as he powered his bulk toward the fight up ahead he glimpsed through the trees.

The other animal's head whipped up, yellow eyes and white teeth glowed in the dusk as he turned in Steve's direction. A frustrated howl rent the air as the coyote turned from his prey and bolted in the opposite direction. Torn between going after the retreating coyote and tending to the victim, Steve stumbled enough to have the decision made for him. Whoever the coyote was, he had too much head start and the metallic stench of blood told Steve his first concern should be the wounded human crumpled on the ground.

Ripped, blood-splattered clothes covered the too-still body, but there was no mistaking the feminine shape or perfume. He reached her side and shifted back to human form. Uncaring of his naked state, he knelt beside her head and felt for a pulse. The steady beat reassured him but how long would it stay that way? The overpowering aroma of spilled blood masked her scent, but he knew she was one of the pack, her scent was familiar. Too familiar. No! His fingers brushed away hair to reveal her face and Steve's heart stopped.

"Doc?" The hoarse whisper ached in his throat.

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You can find more info on Coyote Whispers HERE!  

This weeks participating authors:-

Megan Hart:Read in bed!

Rhian Cahill

Jody Wallace

Eliza Gayle

Mandy M Roth

Mari Carr

McKenna Jeffries

Myla Jackson

Taige Crenshaw

Delilah Devlin

HelenKay Dimon

Lauren Dane

Leah Braemel

Shiloh Walker

TJ Michaels

Zoë Archer

Hiding out!

I've been hiding out a little this week. I don't seem to be making much headway with any of the things I need to do but I did manage to blog elsewhere twice this week. Of course I forgot to tell you all about it.

I left a snippet of Spin The Bottle over on the Down Under Divas blog. Check it out HERE!

And I talked about the up coming Romantic Times Convention over on the Samhain Publishing blog. Click HERE!

 

Six Sentence Sunday – Coyote Home Pt 1- #sixsunday

It Sunday and you all know what that means. Time for another six. This week I'm pulling six from Coyote Home, the first in the Coyote Hunger series.

A low rumble was Rowan's only warning. He turned quickly, slanting his mouth over hers. Crushing pressure and his probing tongue had her opening to him. Need slammed into her. Quinn wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the floor and against his body. His hard length trapped between them. 

 

You can find out more about Coyote Home HERE!

And don't forget to take a look at all the other six sentences up this week HERE!