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September 3, 2011
Always You by Karen Stivali
Karen Stivali's debut release at Ellora's Cave is out now...don't miss it!
When Shari discovers that her fiancé has been cheating on her, she lets the wedding go on according to plan, except while everyone else is at the church, Shari is heading to the airport to fly off on her honeymoon with her best friend, Jon.
Jon is only too happy to help Shari escape what he knew would have been an awful marriage. Plus he's thrilled by the prospect of time alone with her in a tropical paradise. He's always loved her and desired her as a lot more than a friend.
A steamy, romantic night on the beach turns into a whirlwind of desire as they take their friendship to multiple new levels of passion. But when Shari's apologetic ex tries to win her back, she must choose between the life she thought she was going to have with him and the possibility of love with Jon.
Excerpt
If you want to learn more about Karen Stivali click below!!
When Shari discovers that her fiancé has been cheating on her, she lets the wedding go on according to plan, except while everyone else is at the church, Shari is heading to the airport to fly off on her honeymoon with her best friend, Jon.
Jon is only too happy to help Shari escape what he knew would have been an awful marriage. Plus he's thrilled by the prospect of time alone with her in a tropical paradise. He's always loved her and desired her as a lot more than a friend.
A steamy, romantic night on the beach turns into a whirlwind of desire as they take their friendship to multiple new levels of passion. But when Shari's apologetic ex tries to win her back, she must choose between the life she thought she was going to have with him and the possibility of love with Jon.
Excerpt
If you want to learn more about Karen Stivali click below!!
August 31, 2011
OUT TODAY!
Slap Shot is available today from Ellora's Cave. Go grab a copy, settle down and read, then let me know what you think!
And the previous book Cross-Checked is up for Book of the Month at Miz Love Loves Books - if you enjoyed it/like the look of it feel free to vote. As always the support is greatly appreciated.
Have a wonderful day.
Lily x
And the previous book Cross-Checked is up for Book of the Month at Miz Love Loves Books - if you enjoyed it/like the look of it feel free to vote. As always the support is greatly appreciated.
Have a wonderful day.
Lily x
August 30, 2011
One Day to Go!
I am really excited about the release of Slap Shot tomorrow. It was such a fun and naughty novel to write and as the name suggests this hot hockey captain uses those talented hands for more than just smacking pucks into the back of the net.
To get us in the mood check out my webpage dedicated to those bad boys of the ice by clicking on the badge below.
And if you want some reading material here is Chapter One from the first book in my Hot Ice series, Hired, which won the D Renne Bagby's reader's choice award last December for Best First Chapter and Best Cover.
FIRST CHAPTER OF HIRED
EXCERPT FROM CROSS-CHECKED
EXCERPT FROM SLAP SHOT
As always, do let me know what you think...
Lily x
To get us in the mood check out my webpage dedicated to those bad boys of the ice by clicking on the badge below.
And if you want some reading material here is Chapter One from the first book in my Hot Ice series, Hired, which won the D Renne Bagby's reader's choice award last December for Best First Chapter and Best Cover.
FIRST CHAPTER OF HIRED
EXCERPT FROM CROSS-CHECKED
EXCERPT FROM SLAP SHOT
As always, do let me know what you think...
Lily x
August 28, 2011
Body Art
Join me over at Hitting the Hot Spot. I'm nattering about body art and have sourced some yummy pics.
August 26, 2011
Cold Nights, Hot Bodies
I just can't stop staring at my lovely new cover for Cold Nights, Hot Bodies......Phew!!!!!
ALONE TIME.
Head over to When One Is Not Enough where I am chatting about Alone Time.
August 24, 2011
Excerpt from Slap Shot
Slap Shot, out on 31st Aug, now has an excerpt available -
Rick was larger than life, his presence all-consuming in my office. It was as though he took up every square inch of physical space simply with his existence. I tried to remember my reasons for not agreeing to a date, for ever having started this damn celibacy thing, but the memories and the knowledge escaped me and in their place a carnal need grew—hungry and desperate, greedy and demanding.
"Dana," he whispered, his voice like silk over sandpaper. "Just one date, how hard can it be?" His voice dropped lower. "I promise I'll be a good boy and I won't sully your pristine reputation."
I shook my head, confusion running through my brain. Pristine reputation? Old Dana's reputation was far from pristine, but she hadn't been around for years.
He reached out and looped a thick finger into a dark curl hanging over my collarbone. When he gently tugged the roots, my scalp screamed for more sensation. It had been so long, too long since a man had touched me in even this small way.
Suddenly something deep inside me snapped. Blood rushed to my face and seared through my body. My hands reached for biceps nearly as wide as my waist and I pushed myself up to meet his dipped head. "Rick," I murmured, my lips a hairsbreadth from his. "Stop talking about damn dates and pristine reputations and kiss me."
He didn't need asking twice.
I gasped as he crushed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue between my teeth with a challenging, ravenous urgency. I gripped the material of his shirt, parting my lips, my tongue chasing for his, tasting him, drawing in the sweet, malty, masculine flavor of his mouth.
He groaned and the sound vibrated from his chest into mine. We were pressed against each other, our bodies touching from our lips to our toes. The taste and feel of him was exquisite, like drowning in dark, forbidden sin. I realized that this was exactly what I wanted. Why the hell had I been resisting all this time? Or maybe I hadn't, maybe I had just been waiting for him.
God, I wanted this man. I barely knew him but the need was like an all-powerful magnet, a gravitational force. Straining to get closer, to deepen the kiss, I reached high and locked my hands at his nape, pulled him nearer.
"Ah fuck, you taste divine. I knew you would," he murmured, his lips leaving mine to explore my neck. "And you feel it too." He slid his big hands down the silken material of my blouse, following the shape of my spine before cupping my rear. He tightened his hold, squeezing me up against the hard wedge of his erection—hot and thick, a solid weight of arousal beneath his suit pants thrusting into my stomach.
I gasped. His cock was so damn huge, so damn solid.
He tore his mouth from my neck. "You better tell me to leave right this fucking instant," he said in a heavy, warning voice, "if you're still adamant about not mixing business with pleasure, tell me to get the hell out of here…now."
"Don't you dare leave." I grabbed for the side of his face, kissed him, bit at his bottom lip and tugged. It stretched toward me then I sank in my teeth, just a little.
The sharp nip seemed to send him beyond a point of control. He made a harsh growling sound and plunged his tongue back into my mouth as his fingers worked at my skirt, rucking the tight material upward until it was a band around my waist.
I began tearing at his shirt, fumbling fingers dragging the studs through the holes. My hunger, my impatience was wild and desperate and I didn't know if it would ever be sated. But I was going to have a damn good try.
He shoved his thigh between my legs and the damp gusset of my panties made contact with his solid leg muscle. My hips began to grind, my desperate clit crying out for stimulation.
"Jeez, you're a wild thing," he said, finally ridding himself of his shirt.
I planted my hands on his hot chest. Coarse, dark hairs filled the gaps between my fingers. His lips slanted over mine again and there was a clatter as my clipboard, a pile of pencils and my mobile fell to the floor.
"Wait," I said, fearing for my laptop.
For the briefest of moments his body left mine to move my laptop to the safety of the floor. I whimpered at the loss of our connection. I'd long since forgotten why I was supposed to be resisting, I was just going to take what I damn well could.
Rick was larger than life, his presence all-consuming in my office. It was as though he took up every square inch of physical space simply with his existence. I tried to remember my reasons for not agreeing to a date, for ever having started this damn celibacy thing, but the memories and the knowledge escaped me and in their place a carnal need grew—hungry and desperate, greedy and demanding.
"Dana," he whispered, his voice like silk over sandpaper. "Just one date, how hard can it be?" His voice dropped lower. "I promise I'll be a good boy and I won't sully your pristine reputation."
I shook my head, confusion running through my brain. Pristine reputation? Old Dana's reputation was far from pristine, but she hadn't been around for years.
He reached out and looped a thick finger into a dark curl hanging over my collarbone. When he gently tugged the roots, my scalp screamed for more sensation. It had been so long, too long since a man had touched me in even this small way.
Suddenly something deep inside me snapped. Blood rushed to my face and seared through my body. My hands reached for biceps nearly as wide as my waist and I pushed myself up to meet his dipped head. "Rick," I murmured, my lips a hairsbreadth from his. "Stop talking about damn dates and pristine reputations and kiss me."
He didn't need asking twice.
I gasped as he crushed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue between my teeth with a challenging, ravenous urgency. I gripped the material of his shirt, parting my lips, my tongue chasing for his, tasting him, drawing in the sweet, malty, masculine flavor of his mouth.
He groaned and the sound vibrated from his chest into mine. We were pressed against each other, our bodies touching from our lips to our toes. The taste and feel of him was exquisite, like drowning in dark, forbidden sin. I realized that this was exactly what I wanted. Why the hell had I been resisting all this time? Or maybe I hadn't, maybe I had just been waiting for him.
God, I wanted this man. I barely knew him but the need was like an all-powerful magnet, a gravitational force. Straining to get closer, to deepen the kiss, I reached high and locked my hands at his nape, pulled him nearer.
"Ah fuck, you taste divine. I knew you would," he murmured, his lips leaving mine to explore my neck. "And you feel it too." He slid his big hands down the silken material of my blouse, following the shape of my spine before cupping my rear. He tightened his hold, squeezing me up against the hard wedge of his erection—hot and thick, a solid weight of arousal beneath his suit pants thrusting into my stomach.
I gasped. His cock was so damn huge, so damn solid.
He tore his mouth from my neck. "You better tell me to leave right this fucking instant," he said in a heavy, warning voice, "if you're still adamant about not mixing business with pleasure, tell me to get the hell out of here…now."
"Don't you dare leave." I grabbed for the side of his face, kissed him, bit at his bottom lip and tugged. It stretched toward me then I sank in my teeth, just a little.
The sharp nip seemed to send him beyond a point of control. He made a harsh growling sound and plunged his tongue back into my mouth as his fingers worked at my skirt, rucking the tight material upward until it was a band around my waist.
I began tearing at his shirt, fumbling fingers dragging the studs through the holes. My hunger, my impatience was wild and desperate and I didn't know if it would ever be sated. But I was going to have a damn good try.
He shoved his thigh between my legs and the damp gusset of my panties made contact with his solid leg muscle. My hips began to grind, my desperate clit crying out for stimulation.
"Jeez, you're a wild thing," he said, finally ridding himself of his shirt.
I planted my hands on his hot chest. Coarse, dark hairs filled the gaps between my fingers. His lips slanted over mine again and there was a clatter as my clipboard, a pile of pencils and my mobile fell to the floor.
"Wait," I said, fearing for my laptop.
For the briefest of moments his body left mine to move my laptop to the safety of the floor. I whimpered at the loss of our connection. I'd long since forgotten why I was supposed to be resisting, I was just going to take what I damn well could.
August 19, 2011
Phew!!
Last month I contracted a Christmas novel called
Cold Nights, Hot Bodies
with Ellora's Cave. They have just sent me the cover, and phew, I am all in a fluster. The hero is exactly as I imagined him and his armpits are just divine. I am so jealous of little Ashley who gets her hands on him.
Let me know what you think...
Cold Nights, Hot Bodies
with Ellora's Cave. They have just sent me the cover, and phew, I am all in a fluster. The hero is exactly as I imagined him and his armpits are just divine. I am so jealous of little Ashley who gets her hands on him.
Let me know what you think...
August 17, 2011
Slap Shot - release date 31st Aug 2011
I have now come to the end, almost, of editing
Slap Shot
, the third in my Hot Ice series, which means writing the inevitable blurb has had to be done. The book is, like the other two
Hired
and Cross-Checked, written in the first person, from the heroines point of view, therefore the blurb reflects that.
Blurb for Slap Shot
They say a leopard can't change its spots. They're wrong, because I did! Now I'm successful and independent and busy heading up my own company. I don't have time for the complication of a man in my bed—not yet. That plan is years down the line.
Or so I thought. Because when a certain devastatingly sexy hockey captain sets his sights on me my old impulsive self is determined to make up for two years of abstinence. I had to get sweaty, naked and dirty real quick. Heck to the consequences, regardless of the outcome. It's all about immediate pleasure and intense satisfaction.
Trouble is, best laid plans never run smoothly and before I know it I'm working a pole again and running for my life. Just as well Rick "Ramrod" Lewis lives up to his reputation and his name—big, bad and fortunately playing to win!
Slap Shot will be available from Ellora's Cave on the 31st of August. I am getting very excited about it.
Lily x
Blurb for Slap Shot
They say a leopard can't change its spots. They're wrong, because I did! Now I'm successful and independent and busy heading up my own company. I don't have time for the complication of a man in my bed—not yet. That plan is years down the line.
Or so I thought. Because when a certain devastatingly sexy hockey captain sets his sights on me my old impulsive self is determined to make up for two years of abstinence. I had to get sweaty, naked and dirty real quick. Heck to the consequences, regardless of the outcome. It's all about immediate pleasure and intense satisfaction.
Trouble is, best laid plans never run smoothly and before I know it I'm working a pole again and running for my life. Just as well Rick "Ramrod" Lewis lives up to his reputation and his name—big, bad and fortunately playing to win!
Slap Shot will be available from Ellora's Cave on the 31st of August. I am getting very excited about it.
Lily x
Blurb for Slap Shot
I have now come to the end, almost, of editing Slap Shot, the third in my Hot Ice series, which means writing the inevitable blurb has had to be done. The book is, like the other two Hired and Cross-Checked, written in the first person, from the heroines point of view, therefore the blurb reflects that.
Blurb for Slap Shot
They say a leopard can't change its spots. They're wrong, because I did! Now I'm successful and independent and busy heading up my own company. I don't have time for the complication of a man in my bed—not yet. That plan is years down the line.
Or so I thought. Because when a certain devastatingly sexy hockey captain sets his sights on me my old impulsive self is determined to make up for two years of abstinence. I had to get sweaty, naked and dirty real quick. Heck to the consequences, regardless of the outcome. It's all about immediate pleasure and intense satisfaction.
Trouble is, best laid plans never run smoothly and before I know it I'm working a pole again and running for my life. Just as well Rick "Ramrod" Lewis lives up to his reputation and his name—big, bad and fortunately playing to win!
The release date for Ramrod and Dana's story has yet to be confirmed but I am getting very excited about it.
Lily x
Blurb for Slap Shot
They say a leopard can't change its spots. They're wrong, because I did! Now I'm successful and independent and busy heading up my own company. I don't have time for the complication of a man in my bed—not yet. That plan is years down the line.
Or so I thought. Because when a certain devastatingly sexy hockey captain sets his sights on me my old impulsive self is determined to make up for two years of abstinence. I had to get sweaty, naked and dirty real quick. Heck to the consequences, regardless of the outcome. It's all about immediate pleasure and intense satisfaction.
Trouble is, best laid plans never run smoothly and before I know it I'm working a pole again and running for my life. Just as well Rick "Ramrod" Lewis lives up to his reputation and his name—big, bad and fortunately playing to win!
The release date for Ramrod and Dana's story has yet to be confirmed but I am getting very excited about it.
Lily x
