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February 14, 2012
Naughty After Dark Blog Hop: GAME MISCONDUCT New Excerpt and TWO Giveaways! Pay Attention Puck Bunnies!
This blog hop is all about Naughty and you know I had to get in on that! LOL! Naturally, my new book, GAME MISCONDUCT, will be part of the Giveaway--blackmail is pretty naughty! <g>
But I wanted to step it up a notch. So I thought HOCKEY+NAUGHTY= PUCK BUNNIES!
So Comment for your chance to win EITHER a copy of GAME MISCONDUCT in the format of your choice OR A Proud Puck Bunny Mug!
Good Luck and don't forget to check out the other blogs on the Hop! The more often you comment, the more chances you have to WIN!
Blurb:
The game has always cast a shadow over Oriana Delgado's life. She should hate the game. But she doesn't. The passion and the energy of the sport is part of her. But so is the urge to drop the role of the Dartmouth Cobra owner's 'good daughter' and find a less...conventional one.
Playmaker, Max Perron, never expected a woman to accept him and his twisted desires. Oriana came close, but he wasn't surprised when she walked away. A girl like her needs normal. Which he can't give her. He's too much of a team player, and not just on the ice.
But then Oriana's father goes too far in trying to control her and she decides to use exposure as blackmail. Just the implication of her spending the night with the Cobra's finest should get her father to back off.
Turns out a team player is exactly what she needs.
Warning
This ebook contains material not suitable for readers under 18. In also contains scenes
that some may find objectionable, including BDSM, ménage sex, bondage, anal sex, sex toys, double penetration, voyeurism, edge play, and hockey equipment being used inappropriately.
Excerpt:
Max left the men in the player's lounge and approached the bathroom across the hall. He knew his vague "Trust me" hadn't satisfied Sloan, but that was the best he could offer until he made sure his plan worked for everyone involved. He reached out to push the door open and noticed his hand shaking like he had pregame jitters.
He clenched his fist and knocked. "You in there, sugar?"
No answer. Well, hell, he shouldn't be surprised. Even if Tim was right and she needed his help, that didn't mean she'd accept it. Her reasons for rejecting his friendship—for rejecting him—hadn't changed. He still saw the flowers she'd left to die on the passenger seat of his pickup that night, on her birthday, when he'd told her he loved her.
You went too far. You had no right.
But things had changed.
"Look, Tim called me and . . . ." He rested his forehead on the back of his fist. "I'm . . . I'm here if you need me, Oriana."
The door opened a crack. Oriana peeked out at him, eyes rimmed with tears. "That's what you said when I stopped being your friend."
Shit. She likely thinks I'm going to rub it in. He pinched the tense flesh between his eyes and eased the door open. "I was pissed off when I said it, but I meant every word—" Every word? Including 'have a nice life' and all the crap after? "I mean—"
"I know what you mean."
Her arms crossed under breasts which seemed dangerously close to spilling right over the top of her corset-style bodice. For a second, he wondered how she could breathe with the laces done up so tight, but then he forced his gaze to where her nails dug into her bare arms. Then up to her face.
Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. Her lips trembled.
"Come here," he said, holding out his hand. Deep inside, part of him braced for rejection the way he'd brace for a solid check into the boards. But he knew on the outside he looked calm. In control.
She sobbed, put her hand in his, then threw herself into his arms. "I'm sorry. You were right. You were right and I was so stupid—"
"None of that, love." Face buried in her hair, he closed his eyes and absorbed her scent, her warmth, grateful for the chance to be close to her again. Maybe not for long, but he'd take what he could get. "We both know why you were with Paul. The important thing now is gettin' him out of your life."
"Yes." She sniffed and looked up. "Then we can—"
"One thing at a time." He tapped her nose and smiled so she wouldn't take him cutting her off too hard. Much as he wanted to, he couldn't let her finish that sentence. She'd end up offering something she'd regret. "Tim said you were willing to do anything to make your dad and Paul back off. Did you mean that?"
Her tiny nose wrinkled and her nostrils flared. "Definitely. Why, do you have an idea?"
"I might." But she wouldn't like it. Fuck, he wished he could come up with something else—anything else. Instead, he had to use the one thing that would remind her of why she'd ditched him in the first place. "What would you think of involving the other guys?"
The look on her face was priceless. Lips parted, cheeks cherry red, she stared at him like he'd just asked her to strip and strut around the forum naked. His lips quirked. The next part of his plan was almost as bad.
"The other guys?" Her voice squeaked and she turned even redder. "How many of them?"
Hell, she thinks I mean the whole team! "Just four. My line and two defenseman."
"Ah." She rubbed her bare arms, then covered her cleavage with her hand. "And what exactly do I do with them all?"
"You don't have to do anything." He reached out and curved his hand under her jaw, angling her face up so she could see the camera in the hall right between the locker-room and the bathroom. "We'll just make it look like you did."
Her hand slid up to her throat. "Oh."
Oh? Frowning, he studied her face. She blinked at him and pulled away.
Very strange. She seemed nervous, but Mason always said dilated pupils combined with rapid blinking and—he watched her tongue dart over her bottom lip—that, were signs of arousal. His blood surged downward and his palms got damp. He'd been worried about scaring her, but his suggestion seemed to have had a very different effect.
The metallic heels of her boots clicked as she walked across the room, watching him through the mirror. "So you think evidence that I'm . . .fooling around with the team . . . you think that will be enough?"
"I don't know—Paul's got some pride, I don't see him wanting to be associated with something like that, but this is more about your father." He paused, meeting her eyes in the reflection. "I have a reputation, Oriana. There are a lot of rumors about me sharing women. If I bring the guys in here, and then walk out with you half naked—"
All the color left her face. "Half naked? You want me to walk out of here—"
He quickly stepped up behind her to hug her before she got all upset for nothing. "In a jersey or somethin', I know you're not into exhibitionism."
"Max." She squirmed in his arms until she was facing him. Her fingers hooked over the collar of his white undershirt. "I might—"
Please don't say it. Not unless you . . . .Breath held, eyes shut, he waited. And waited.
"Um." She gave his shirt a little tug. He looked at her, and she looked away. "Let's get this over with."
"Sure." He ground his teeth, then glanced at her hand. "You'll have to let me go."
"I know, I just . . . ." Her fingers slid up the length of his throat. She licked her lips again, deliberately, as though savoring the last drop of something sweet. Or slightly salty. "Will you—"
"God, woman! You're going to drive me insane!" He took her face between his hands and kissed her, groaning when her lips and body fitted against his. Slick, peach-flavored lip gloss smeared everywhere. The depths of her mouth held pure, hot sin. But the tentative touch of her tongue was almost innocent. Letting out a gruff sound, he deepened the kiss, loving how she clung to his shoulders and took everything he gave. In this moment, she accepted him. Because her head wasn't telling her not to.
This woman—this unhindered, passionate woman—usually hid from the world. But he'd gotten glimpses in the past of all her many facets. The sweet, eager-to-please girl. The clever imp. The hot-blooded tease—who didn't often come out to play.
I won't let you stash them and be all proper, darlin'. Not this time.
He caressed her tongue with his, then grazed the sensitive spot at the roof of her mouth. She bunched up the collar of his shirt in her hands like she was afraid he'd get away. And he wanted to stay with her more than she'd ever understand.
If only his needs were different. Or hers.
But his body's needs seemed normal enough now. His pulse raced and his dick got hard. Like any guy who wanted a woman.
"I'm willing to try, Oriana." He sucked on her bottom lip, then moved down to kiss the slender length of her throat. "Not here, but when this is done, we'll go out to dinner and act like a regular couple. If you can forget what you saw and what I said—"
"No. I won't forget and I won't pretend." Oriana retreated a step and put a finger on his lips. "I already told you I wouldn't do that to you."
He felt like she'd just thrown ice water in his face. She wouldn't even give him a chance. Not that he blamed her. What she'd seen him and Sloan do would traumatize most women.
Her fingers stroked along his cheek, then delved into his hair. She rose up on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss. "You said we should take this one step at a time. How about we do that?"
"Yeah." Drawing her into a firm embrace, he pressed his lips to her brow before backing. "Let's do that."
* * * *
Buy Game Misconduct
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00772HW1O/ref=tsm_1_fb_lk
All Romance Ebooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-gamemisconduct-679203-144.html
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/131031
More stops in the Blog Hop:
http://closeencounterswiththenightkind.blogspot.com/ http://natashablackthorneblog.blogspot.com/
List of Participants Here
Don't miss the previous post by Kallyso Masters or the one following mine by Leia Shaw!
But I wanted to step it up a notch. So I thought HOCKEY+NAUGHTY= PUCK BUNNIES!
So Comment for your chance to win EITHER a copy of GAME MISCONDUCT in the format of your choice OR A Proud Puck Bunny Mug!
Good Luck and don't forget to check out the other blogs on the Hop! The more often you comment, the more chances you have to WIN!
Blurb:
The game has always cast a shadow over Oriana Delgado's life. She should hate the game. But she doesn't. The passion and the energy of the sport is part of her. But so is the urge to drop the role of the Dartmouth Cobra owner's 'good daughter' and find a less...conventional one.
Playmaker, Max Perron, never expected a woman to accept him and his twisted desires. Oriana came close, but he wasn't surprised when she walked away. A girl like her needs normal. Which he can't give her. He's too much of a team player, and not just on the ice.
But then Oriana's father goes too far in trying to control her and she decides to use exposure as blackmail. Just the implication of her spending the night with the Cobra's finest should get her father to back off.
Turns out a team player is exactly what she needs.
Warning
This ebook contains material not suitable for readers under 18. In also contains scenes
that some may find objectionable, including BDSM, ménage sex, bondage, anal sex, sex toys, double penetration, voyeurism, edge play, and hockey equipment being used inappropriately.
Excerpt:
Max left the men in the player's lounge and approached the bathroom across the hall. He knew his vague "Trust me" hadn't satisfied Sloan, but that was the best he could offer until he made sure his plan worked for everyone involved. He reached out to push the door open and noticed his hand shaking like he had pregame jitters.
He clenched his fist and knocked. "You in there, sugar?"
No answer. Well, hell, he shouldn't be surprised. Even if Tim was right and she needed his help, that didn't mean she'd accept it. Her reasons for rejecting his friendship—for rejecting him—hadn't changed. He still saw the flowers she'd left to die on the passenger seat of his pickup that night, on her birthday, when he'd told her he loved her.
You went too far. You had no right.
But things had changed.
"Look, Tim called me and . . . ." He rested his forehead on the back of his fist. "I'm . . . I'm here if you need me, Oriana."
The door opened a crack. Oriana peeked out at him, eyes rimmed with tears. "That's what you said when I stopped being your friend."
Shit. She likely thinks I'm going to rub it in. He pinched the tense flesh between his eyes and eased the door open. "I was pissed off when I said it, but I meant every word—" Every word? Including 'have a nice life' and all the crap after? "I mean—"
"I know what you mean."
Her arms crossed under breasts which seemed dangerously close to spilling right over the top of her corset-style bodice. For a second, he wondered how she could breathe with the laces done up so tight, but then he forced his gaze to where her nails dug into her bare arms. Then up to her face.
Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. Her lips trembled.
"Come here," he said, holding out his hand. Deep inside, part of him braced for rejection the way he'd brace for a solid check into the boards. But he knew on the outside he looked calm. In control.
She sobbed, put her hand in his, then threw herself into his arms. "I'm sorry. You were right. You were right and I was so stupid—"
"None of that, love." Face buried in her hair, he closed his eyes and absorbed her scent, her warmth, grateful for the chance to be close to her again. Maybe not for long, but he'd take what he could get. "We both know why you were with Paul. The important thing now is gettin' him out of your life."
"Yes." She sniffed and looked up. "Then we can—"
"One thing at a time." He tapped her nose and smiled so she wouldn't take him cutting her off too hard. Much as he wanted to, he couldn't let her finish that sentence. She'd end up offering something she'd regret. "Tim said you were willing to do anything to make your dad and Paul back off. Did you mean that?"
Her tiny nose wrinkled and her nostrils flared. "Definitely. Why, do you have an idea?"
"I might." But she wouldn't like it. Fuck, he wished he could come up with something else—anything else. Instead, he had to use the one thing that would remind her of why she'd ditched him in the first place. "What would you think of involving the other guys?"
The look on her face was priceless. Lips parted, cheeks cherry red, she stared at him like he'd just asked her to strip and strut around the forum naked. His lips quirked. The next part of his plan was almost as bad.
"The other guys?" Her voice squeaked and she turned even redder. "How many of them?"
Hell, she thinks I mean the whole team! "Just four. My line and two defenseman."
"Ah." She rubbed her bare arms, then covered her cleavage with her hand. "And what exactly do I do with them all?"
"You don't have to do anything." He reached out and curved his hand under her jaw, angling her face up so she could see the camera in the hall right between the locker-room and the bathroom. "We'll just make it look like you did."
Her hand slid up to her throat. "Oh."
Oh? Frowning, he studied her face. She blinked at him and pulled away.
Very strange. She seemed nervous, but Mason always said dilated pupils combined with rapid blinking and—he watched her tongue dart over her bottom lip—that, were signs of arousal. His blood surged downward and his palms got damp. He'd been worried about scaring her, but his suggestion seemed to have had a very different effect.
The metallic heels of her boots clicked as she walked across the room, watching him through the mirror. "So you think evidence that I'm . . .fooling around with the team . . . you think that will be enough?"
"I don't know—Paul's got some pride, I don't see him wanting to be associated with something like that, but this is more about your father." He paused, meeting her eyes in the reflection. "I have a reputation, Oriana. There are a lot of rumors about me sharing women. If I bring the guys in here, and then walk out with you half naked—"
All the color left her face. "Half naked? You want me to walk out of here—"
He quickly stepped up behind her to hug her before she got all upset for nothing. "In a jersey or somethin', I know you're not into exhibitionism."
"Max." She squirmed in his arms until she was facing him. Her fingers hooked over the collar of his white undershirt. "I might—"
Please don't say it. Not unless you . . . .Breath held, eyes shut, he waited. And waited.
"Um." She gave his shirt a little tug. He looked at her, and she looked away. "Let's get this over with."
"Sure." He ground his teeth, then glanced at her hand. "You'll have to let me go."
"I know, I just . . . ." Her fingers slid up the length of his throat. She licked her lips again, deliberately, as though savoring the last drop of something sweet. Or slightly salty. "Will you—"
"God, woman! You're going to drive me insane!" He took her face between his hands and kissed her, groaning when her lips and body fitted against his. Slick, peach-flavored lip gloss smeared everywhere. The depths of her mouth held pure, hot sin. But the tentative touch of her tongue was almost innocent. Letting out a gruff sound, he deepened the kiss, loving how she clung to his shoulders and took everything he gave. In this moment, she accepted him. Because her head wasn't telling her not to.
This woman—this unhindered, passionate woman—usually hid from the world. But he'd gotten glimpses in the past of all her many facets. The sweet, eager-to-please girl. The clever imp. The hot-blooded tease—who didn't often come out to play.
I won't let you stash them and be all proper, darlin'. Not this time.
He caressed her tongue with his, then grazed the sensitive spot at the roof of her mouth. She bunched up the collar of his shirt in her hands like she was afraid he'd get away. And he wanted to stay with her more than she'd ever understand.
If only his needs were different. Or hers.
But his body's needs seemed normal enough now. His pulse raced and his dick got hard. Like any guy who wanted a woman.
"I'm willing to try, Oriana." He sucked on her bottom lip, then moved down to kiss the slender length of her throat. "Not here, but when this is done, we'll go out to dinner and act like a regular couple. If you can forget what you saw and what I said—"
"No. I won't forget and I won't pretend." Oriana retreated a step and put a finger on his lips. "I already told you I wouldn't do that to you."
He felt like she'd just thrown ice water in his face. She wouldn't even give him a chance. Not that he blamed her. What she'd seen him and Sloan do would traumatize most women.
Her fingers stroked along his cheek, then delved into his hair. She rose up on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss. "You said we should take this one step at a time. How about we do that?"
"Yeah." Drawing her into a firm embrace, he pressed his lips to her brow before backing. "Let's do that."
* * * *
Buy Game Misconduct
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00772HW1O/ref=tsm_1_fb_lk
All Romance Ebooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-gamemisconduct-679203-144.html
Smashwords: http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/131031
More stops in the Blog Hop:
http://closeencounterswiththenightkind.blogspot.com/ http://natashablackthorneblog.blogspot.com/
List of Participants Here
Don't miss the previous post by Kallyso Masters or the one following mine by Leia Shaw!
February 9, 2012
GAME MISCONDUCT Release Day CHAT!
GAME MISCONDUCT Now available from Amazon! To celebrate the release day of the first Dartmouth Cobras book, I'll be doing a chat tonight @ Kinky Book Reviews at 9pm Est. I'll be giving away some books and answering questions, so pop in if you have a chance!
For those who need other formats, Game Misconduct is also available from Smashwords and All Romance Ebooks.
January 31, 2012
Dartmouth Cobras Blog Tour
Click on Banner for details! :)GAME MISCONDUCT Blog Tour and more fun stuff!
I have been very lax with my blog, but the good news is, it's because I've been writing up a storm! <g> Game Misconduct is all polished up and ready to go out into the world February 9th. The second Dartmouth Cobras book, Defensive Zone, is off to a running start and I should be able to get it to you sometime this spring!
Still so much to do to get ready for this release, but I thought I'd give you a quick look at my schedule. The Dartmouth Cobras and Oriana will be going on tour and I will be giving away a book at each stop and a 20$ Amazon Gift card to one randomly chosen comment from one of the blogs.
Here's the schedule:
Feb 8th - Romance Book Junkies (http://romancebookjunkies.blogspot.com/)
Feb 9th - The Forbidden Bookshelf (http://www.theforbiddenbookshelf.com/)
Feb 13th - Seriously Reviewed (http://seriouslyreviewed.blogspot.com/)
Feb 14th - Kinky Book Reviews (http://kinkybookreviews.com/)
Feb 15th - Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews (http://www.guiltypleasuresbookreviews.com/)
Oriana and each of her men will be doing individual interviews and their will be one interview of the whole team, which will give you a chance to meet some of the heroes for future books. For my own blog, I will open up a Dartmouth Cobras question and answer post, which will stay open for a week or so and be updated as often as possible and be used to fill the FAQ page I will be setting up on my website. If you've read the Tasty Tuesday excerpts on the I'm No Angel Page (Which are still up in the notes section but won't be for long!) you might have some questions now that I may include in the tour interviews. Feel free to leave your questions in the comments here! :)
January 5, 2012
January 1, 2012
My New Year's Resolution…
Get Stuff Done!
Yep, it's that simple.It's the first day of 2012, and I'm just getting around to looking back at 2011 and asking myself: What did I do with all that time?
Well, let's see-
January 3rd 2011-I published my first book, Rosemary Entwined. This isn't the first books I've ever written—not even the first romance novel. But I was my first ménage and my first attempt to write hot sex. I challenge myself when I wrote this. People said anything more than 3 men and one woman isn't a relationship, it's a gang bang. Proving them wrong was never the point—most of them probably won't read Rosemary Entwined, but that's fine. I wrote the story and there are people out there that feel the love, that enjoyed getting swept away into Rosemary's world where 7 men are truly devoted to one woman. Because sometime it seems having just one is a dream, why not fully immerse yourself in the fantasy? Click for more of Rosemary Entwined
April 11th 2011-My second published book, Deadly Captive, hit the virtual shelves. What began as a nightmare intrigued my muse to the point where the story became an obsession. I honestly never expected any publisher to take a chance on it after the first pass, but Noble Romance publishing did. They encouraged me to push the limits and be true to the characters. All of them, even the bad ones.
Deadly Captive is my most popular book to date. People either love it, or they hate it, but they don't forget it. Those who love it made sure I knew it, which helped me through the rough spots as my fragile ego cringed at each and every scathing review. I thought going through the agent hunt for three years had thickened my skin, but I was so wrong. An agent's got nothing on a tough reviewer.
Nothing a thick belt on a bare ass can't fix! <g> Click for more of Deadly Captive
September 5th 2011-The Trip was a short story, but one of my hardest books to write. Contemporary isn't my first genre, or my second, or even my third. I spent my life writing fantasy. But my muse was getting frustrated with how long it was taking me to write the contemporary ménage that I'd gotten him so excited about. He kept asking me, 'why is this so hard for you?'
I couldn't answer him, so he threw the idea for The Trip at me. I moaned and groaned, telling him I couldn't do short stories, that I couldn't write contemporary, but he wouldn't let up. So The Trip was written. Click for more of The Trip
December 10th 2011-A little treat for Christmas and a chance to revisit Rosemary's 7 sexy men. A free read for all my awesome readers—just 'cause they rock! Click here to get Rosemary & Mistletoe for free!
December 12th 2011-Deadly Captive: Collateral Damage, my first sequel, a book that dragged me through the mud after beating the shit out of me. Sound extreme? Well, let me tell you this. There's nothing harder than writing a book when you're scared to death that it's not going to live up to another. The thing I finally accepted was that DCCD would never be DC. Nicole and Vince weren't Lydia and Joe.
Once I faced this, I realized that the story was exactly what it needed to be. It was a story of survival. Of love. In some ways darker, edgier, but none of that mattered. Nicole and Vince were strong enough to stand on their own.
5 published books. Yep, I'd say 2011 was a pretty decent year! <g>
So what stuff have I got planned for 2012?
Well, first there's Game Misconduct, the first book from my Dartmouth Cobras series, a hockey ménage and my first big solo project. It took me a year to write (so technically it's still an accomplishment of 2011). If you want a sneak peek, check out the I'm No Angel facebook page http://www.facebook.com/pages/Im-No-Angel/201933239834387. My Tasty Tuesday excerpts are in the notes section ;)
Then there's The Weekend, the sequel to The Trip. I won't give an exact release date on that, but should be done sometime during the spring.
Also coming this spring is Evil's Embrace, an erotic paranormal romance featuring twin demons Cravis and Travis and the newly formed angel they claim. This is also the first of a series.
For my Deadly Captive fans, the final book of the trilogy will be coming out summer of 2012. Fans of Rosemary Entwined can look forward to Rosemary Entangled—and yes, you will see more of Felix and Chetan as their relationship develops.
Other than that…well I've got a few ideas floating around. I can't tell you more, but I can tell you this. You won't be disappointed!
Happy New Year!
To celebrate the New Year, I'll be visiting Kinky Book Reviews with the men from Game Misconduct January 2nd. But the party starts today! Sophie Oak is there now! Check it out! http://kinkybookreviews.com/http://kinkybookreviews.com/
Yep, it's that simple.It's the first day of 2012, and I'm just getting around to looking back at 2011 and asking myself: What did I do with all that time?
Well, let's see-
January 3rd 2011-I published my first book, Rosemary Entwined. This isn't the first books I've ever written—not even the first romance novel. But I was my first ménage and my first attempt to write hot sex. I challenge myself when I wrote this. People said anything more than 3 men and one woman isn't a relationship, it's a gang bang. Proving them wrong was never the point—most of them probably won't read Rosemary Entwined, but that's fine. I wrote the story and there are people out there that feel the love, that enjoyed getting swept away into Rosemary's world where 7 men are truly devoted to one woman. Because sometime it seems having just one is a dream, why not fully immerse yourself in the fantasy? Click for more of Rosemary Entwined
April 11th 2011-My second published book, Deadly Captive, hit the virtual shelves. What began as a nightmare intrigued my muse to the point where the story became an obsession. I honestly never expected any publisher to take a chance on it after the first pass, but Noble Romance publishing did. They encouraged me to push the limits and be true to the characters. All of them, even the bad ones.Deadly Captive is my most popular book to date. People either love it, or they hate it, but they don't forget it. Those who love it made sure I knew it, which helped me through the rough spots as my fragile ego cringed at each and every scathing review. I thought going through the agent hunt for three years had thickened my skin, but I was so wrong. An agent's got nothing on a tough reviewer.
Nothing a thick belt on a bare ass can't fix! <g> Click for more of Deadly Captive
September 5th 2011-The Trip was a short story, but one of my hardest books to write. Contemporary isn't my first genre, or my second, or even my third. I spent my life writing fantasy. But my muse was getting frustrated with how long it was taking me to write the contemporary ménage that I'd gotten him so excited about. He kept asking me, 'why is this so hard for you?'I couldn't answer him, so he threw the idea for The Trip at me. I moaned and groaned, telling him I couldn't do short stories, that I couldn't write contemporary, but he wouldn't let up. So The Trip was written. Click for more of The Trip
December 10th 2011-A little treat for Christmas and a chance to revisit Rosemary's 7 sexy men. A free read for all my awesome readers—just 'cause they rock! Click here to get Rosemary & Mistletoe for free!
December 12th 2011-Deadly Captive: Collateral Damage, my first sequel, a book that dragged me through the mud after beating the shit out of me. Sound extreme? Well, let me tell you this. There's nothing harder than writing a book when you're scared to death that it's not going to live up to another. The thing I finally accepted was that DCCD would never be DC. Nicole and Vince weren't Lydia and Joe.Once I faced this, I realized that the story was exactly what it needed to be. It was a story of survival. Of love. In some ways darker, edgier, but none of that mattered. Nicole and Vince were strong enough to stand on their own.
5 published books. Yep, I'd say 2011 was a pretty decent year! <g>
So what stuff have I got planned for 2012?
Well, first there's Game Misconduct, the first book from my Dartmouth Cobras series, a hockey ménage and my first big solo project. It took me a year to write (so technically it's still an accomplishment of 2011). If you want a sneak peek, check out the I'm No Angel facebook page http://www.facebook.com/pages/Im-No-Angel/201933239834387. My Tasty Tuesday excerpts are in the notes section ;)
Then there's The Weekend, the sequel to The Trip. I won't give an exact release date on that, but should be done sometime during the spring.
Also coming this spring is Evil's Embrace, an erotic paranormal romance featuring twin demons Cravis and Travis and the newly formed angel they claim. This is also the first of a series.
For my Deadly Captive fans, the final book of the trilogy will be coming out summer of 2012. Fans of Rosemary Entwined can look forward to Rosemary Entangled—and yes, you will see more of Felix and Chetan as their relationship develops.
Other than that…well I've got a few ideas floating around. I can't tell you more, but I can tell you this. You won't be disappointed!
Happy New Year!
To celebrate the New Year, I'll be visiting Kinky Book Reviews with the men from Game Misconduct January 2nd. But the party starts today! Sophie Oak is there now! Check it out! http://kinkybookreviews.com/http://kinkybookreviews.com/
December 19, 2011
Stuff you Stocking Blog Hop Winners
Quick post! But if you check out my facebook page you'll find an excerpt I put up yesterday from Game Misconduct. And from this point on, I'll be doing Tasty Tuesdays excerpts. Which means, between now and February 9th (GM's release date) you'll get 8 yummy bits with each of the men.
But now for the WINNERS!
Stacie D has won a copy of Deadly Captive: Collateral Damage.
Sarah M has won a 'Cyrus makes me Wet' t-shirt.
Shadow has won her choice of any one of my books.
I hope you all had fun! And if I don't see you before then...
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
But now for the WINNERS!
Stacie D has won a copy of Deadly Captive: Collateral Damage.Sarah M has won a 'Cyrus makes me Wet' t-shirt.
Shadow has won her choice of any one of my books.
I hope you all had fun! And if I don't see you before then...
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
December 15, 2011
Christmas Blog Hop! Tons of Prizes to fill your Stocking!
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This year I'm taking part in the AWESOME Christmas Blog Hop. There are so many chances to win you have to see it to believe it--and no, I'm not exaggerating! The hop starts Friday, December 16, 2011 and goes till midnight Sunday, December 18, 2011. There are 185 authors participating! Just imagine all the goodies!
__All you have to do to be entered is comment, the more often you comment, the greater your chances are! The complete list of authors and their prizes are
HERE
_ Three commenters on my blog will be chosen to win! Three prizes are:
An ebook copy of Deadly Captive: Collateral Damage, A 'Cyrus makes me Wet' T-Shirt', and winner's choice of any of my books.
And as a special Christmas treat, I'm going to give you a nice sneak peek from my upcoming novel, The Dartmouth Cobra's: Game Misconduct. This is a hockey, menage, BDSM story with plenty of kink and a lot of rough play ;)
_Short blurb: The good ol' hockey game masters Oriana's life. Now a lineup that dominates on and off the ice will give her everything she needs.
Excerpt:
Grinning, Sloan bent down to lick a drop of beer from her bottom lip. "Does that mean you're coming back?"
Rather than answer, she set the beer on the bar and gave him a little nudge. Before he could get out of her way, she eased off the stool and let her body glide down his. He groaned when she wiggled her hips.
"I'll think about it."
He flipped up the bottom of the jersey and dug his fingers into her ass. "You keep that up and I won't wait."
"You can't do anything here." She hiked her chin up, shovelling defiance over rampant desire. This guy was way too cocky. Time to bring him down a notch. "Save you threats, Mr. Callahan. I'm not scared of you."
Tim cleared his throat. "Just a suggestion, Oriana, and then I'm out of here." He laughed when she tried to twist away from Sloan. "Taunting your Dom is a bad idea. 'specially when he's a sadist."
Oriana gulped when Tim walked away. She suddenly realized Max had released her hand and stepped away from her to finish his drink.
Leaving her alone to deal with Sloan.
"I was joking." She pressed her hands against Sloan's chest and gave him the most innocent look she could muster. I'll be good. I promise. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?"
His answering smile didn't bode well. "Oh, I'll hurt you," he said. "But not here. And not tonight." He picked her up and dropped her on the stool. "Finish your beer."
"But—" She shut her mouth when his eyes narrowed. Okay, maybe she was a little scared of him. The rush of adrenalin in her veins made her skin feel cold. With a shaky hand, she brought her beer to her lips.
Sloan placed his hands on her upper thigh and framed his thumbs along the rim of her panties. She choked on a mouthful of beer as her clit throbbed. Hot, slick moisture spilled between her folds.
Max's presence behind her made her insides clench with need. He patted her back. "Breath, darlin'."
She gasped and tried to close her thighs. Solid hips worked between her knees. Hands clamped just above them.
A little whine escaped her as she realized whose hands held her open. "Max..."
Sloan's thumbs stroked her pussy.
"Oh!" She covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head. "You can't—"
"But I am." Sloan nibbled along the side of her throat as his fingers slipped into her panties. "And you want me to. You're so wet, babe. Be honest, you'd let me fuck you now if I wanted to."
Yes! Oh god yes! She shifted her hips forward and pressed her face against his chest to stifle her moans as one thick finger penetrated her. Part of her mind objected to letting him do this, here, where anyone could see. Reason made her say the words out loud. "We'll get caught."
"That's part of the thrill." Sloan strained to fill her with another finger even as he picked up his beer. If anyone was looking, they'd assume he was having an intimate conversation, his face betrayed nothing more. "Would you like another drink?"
His calloused fingers, all slicked with the spill of moisture, thrust in and out slowly, gentle and erotic. Not quite enough to make her scream—unless it was for more. Her whole body quivered, chanting 'Deeper, faster, harder!' drowning whispers of reservation.
Lips sucked at her neck, then a tongue trailed a hot path up to her ear. Max whispered. "He asked you a question, love. Would you like another beer?"
"Mmm." Her eyes rolled back as Sloan teased her clit with his thumb. The rim of the beer she held bumped her bottom lip. She drained the bitter dregs and blindly attempted to set the bottle down on the bar. A searing wave of arousal made the bottle slip from her hand. Max caught it just in time.
"I think she's had enough." Max said.
Enough? What? No! She whimpered, sure Sloan would leave her a quivering mess—unfulfilled and longing.
"I agree." Sloan pressed his thumb down on her clit and resumed dipping his fingers into her, again and again, fast and hard, until she was sure everyone in the bar could hear the rhythmic wet slap of his palm on her pussy. "Just give me a minute."
Another finger joined the others. Stretching, twisting. She fell back onto Max. Sloan flicked her clit, once, twice, then drove his fingers in deep. Her spine bowed and her hips bucked. A violent orgasm tore through her and only Max's lips on hers kept her from screaming.
Sloan dragged a few more spasms from her and casually withdrew his fingers. He covered her with her lace panties and patted her pussy, making her jerk and moan. Not enough. Need everything. Please!
"How about we take this back to my place?" Max helped her off the stool, holding her when her legs refused to solidify. "I think she's had her taste. Time for a full course."
Don't forget to comment and visit the other blogs for more chances to win! Good luck and Merry Christmas!
This year I'm taking part in the AWESOME Christmas Blog Hop. There are so many chances to win you have to see it to believe it--and no, I'm not exaggerating! The hop starts Friday, December 16, 2011 and goes till midnight Sunday, December 18, 2011. There are 185 authors participating! Just imagine all the goodies!
__All you have to do to be entered is comment, the more often you comment, the greater your chances are! The complete list of authors and their prizes are
HERE
_ Three commenters on my blog will be chosen to win! Three prizes are:
An ebook copy of Deadly Captive: Collateral Damage, A 'Cyrus makes me Wet' T-Shirt', and winner's choice of any of my books.
And as a special Christmas treat, I'm going to give you a nice sneak peek from my upcoming novel, The Dartmouth Cobra's: Game Misconduct. This is a hockey, menage, BDSM story with plenty of kink and a lot of rough play ;)
_Short blurb: The good ol' hockey game masters Oriana's life. Now a lineup that dominates on and off the ice will give her everything she needs.
Excerpt:
Grinning, Sloan bent down to lick a drop of beer from her bottom lip. "Does that mean you're coming back?"
Rather than answer, she set the beer on the bar and gave him a little nudge. Before he could get out of her way, she eased off the stool and let her body glide down his. He groaned when she wiggled her hips.
"I'll think about it."
He flipped up the bottom of the jersey and dug his fingers into her ass. "You keep that up and I won't wait."
"You can't do anything here." She hiked her chin up, shovelling defiance over rampant desire. This guy was way too cocky. Time to bring him down a notch. "Save you threats, Mr. Callahan. I'm not scared of you."
Tim cleared his throat. "Just a suggestion, Oriana, and then I'm out of here." He laughed when she tried to twist away from Sloan. "Taunting your Dom is a bad idea. 'specially when he's a sadist."
Oriana gulped when Tim walked away. She suddenly realized Max had released her hand and stepped away from her to finish his drink.
Leaving her alone to deal with Sloan.
"I was joking." She pressed her hands against Sloan's chest and gave him the most innocent look she could muster. I'll be good. I promise. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?"
His answering smile didn't bode well. "Oh, I'll hurt you," he said. "But not here. And not tonight." He picked her up and dropped her on the stool. "Finish your beer."
"But—" She shut her mouth when his eyes narrowed. Okay, maybe she was a little scared of him. The rush of adrenalin in her veins made her skin feel cold. With a shaky hand, she brought her beer to her lips.
Sloan placed his hands on her upper thigh and framed his thumbs along the rim of her panties. She choked on a mouthful of beer as her clit throbbed. Hot, slick moisture spilled between her folds.
Max's presence behind her made her insides clench with need. He patted her back. "Breath, darlin'."
She gasped and tried to close her thighs. Solid hips worked between her knees. Hands clamped just above them.
A little whine escaped her as she realized whose hands held her open. "Max..."
Sloan's thumbs stroked her pussy.
"Oh!" She covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head. "You can't—"
"But I am." Sloan nibbled along the side of her throat as his fingers slipped into her panties. "And you want me to. You're so wet, babe. Be honest, you'd let me fuck you now if I wanted to."
Yes! Oh god yes! She shifted her hips forward and pressed her face against his chest to stifle her moans as one thick finger penetrated her. Part of her mind objected to letting him do this, here, where anyone could see. Reason made her say the words out loud. "We'll get caught."
"That's part of the thrill." Sloan strained to fill her with another finger even as he picked up his beer. If anyone was looking, they'd assume he was having an intimate conversation, his face betrayed nothing more. "Would you like another drink?"
His calloused fingers, all slicked with the spill of moisture, thrust in and out slowly, gentle and erotic. Not quite enough to make her scream—unless it was for more. Her whole body quivered, chanting 'Deeper, faster, harder!' drowning whispers of reservation.
Lips sucked at her neck, then a tongue trailed a hot path up to her ear. Max whispered. "He asked you a question, love. Would you like another beer?"
"Mmm." Her eyes rolled back as Sloan teased her clit with his thumb. The rim of the beer she held bumped her bottom lip. She drained the bitter dregs and blindly attempted to set the bottle down on the bar. A searing wave of arousal made the bottle slip from her hand. Max caught it just in time.
"I think she's had enough." Max said.
Enough? What? No! She whimpered, sure Sloan would leave her a quivering mess—unfulfilled and longing.
"I agree." Sloan pressed his thumb down on her clit and resumed dipping his fingers into her, again and again, fast and hard, until she was sure everyone in the bar could hear the rhythmic wet slap of his palm on her pussy. "Just give me a minute."
Another finger joined the others. Stretching, twisting. She fell back onto Max. Sloan flicked her clit, once, twice, then drove his fingers in deep. Her spine bowed and her hips bucked. A violent orgasm tore through her and only Max's lips on hers kept her from screaming.
Sloan dragged a few more spasms from her and casually withdrew his fingers. He covered her with her lace panties and patted her pussy, making her jerk and moan. Not enough. Need everything. Please!
"How about we take this back to my place?" Max helped her off the stool, holding her when her legs refused to solidify. "I think she's had her taste. Time for a full course."
Don't forget to comment and visit the other blogs for more chances to win! Good luck and Merry Christmas!
December 12, 2011
DEADLY CAPTIVE: Collateral Damage Available Now!
You can go Grab it here: https://www.nobleromance.com/Books/373/Deadly-Captive-Collateral-DamageOne little piece of advice, read the first chapter (which Noble has up to read for free) before you decide to buy the book. This one is grittier than Deadly Captive and it may go a bit too far for some people. There's an amazing review here: Kinky Book Reviews that I think explain it very well from a readers perspective.
All that said, be sure to check my new blog tomorrow for an Ask me Anything! Giveaway!
Details will be here: http://imnoangelauthorsblog.blogspot.com/
Last but not least, be sure to swing by http://kinkybookreviews.com/ for an exclusive interview with Cyrus himself!
December 11, 2011
Quick Blog Switch and Link to Free Christmas Novella
I'm making another blog move--should be the last one, I was just having a bit of trouble scheduling things with this one. Like my original blog, this one will remain so you can read the past posts.My new blog is on blogger. I've had several people ask me about following by email, so I've made this available. Should be an easy transition.
My first post is an excerpt from Rosemary & Mistletoe, followed by a link to download the book. To keep up to date on my latest releases, guest posts, and all the other fun stuff I post consider following the blog.
