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November 28, 2013
Happy Thanksgiving, 18 and UNDER :)
Hello, my lovely readers,
Today is the Day of Thanks in the US, and it’s been a while since I said a big, massive, wet, sloppy but oh-so-heartfelt THANK YOU to all of you. You truly bless me; you’re the sole reason I am able to do this every day of my life. You’re the only reason I can do what makes me happy; you’re the ones who have made pursuing my dreams possible, and I cannot say thank you enough!
THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU! THANK YOU!
That is just the first part of Thanksgiving. See it’s broken into two words: Thanks and Giving.
I’ve done the Thanks, and now, here is the Giving: a new excerpt from The Break of Dawn that is certain to shake up your day.
Vamp Chronicles, Book 7
The Break of Dawn
Vamp Chronicles, book 7
(no set release date as of current)
*excerpt*
(-unedited-)
One part of me was celebrating his return, the other was a ball of knots.
By day, I was this moral warrior, fighting for good, endlessly trying to show that peace was possible and violence was unnecessary, yet, by night, I was a sinner, a moral-less human unable to contain her lust and love for a man that wasn’t her husband.
Kai’s sacrifice had ended my internal war; his resurrection renewed chaos with a vengeance. I was a body divided, a heart torn and a soul in distress. His mere presence was a lure, for I knew without question that he loved me, and that he would always do right by me, no matter the cost. Knowing Kellan felt the same wasn’t a consolation, because, sadly, there was a huge difference in knowing for certain versus believing with conviction.
I’ve learned an ounce of doubt can easily become a mountain of doubt. Doubt, mistrust, is often what ends peace, begins wars, kills marriages and destroys all that came before it. Doubt taints love; it dooms all who embrace it.
Kai’s presence evoked doubt, doubt in my newly sealed relationship, doubt in the age-old prophecy I’d been led around by, doubt in those who knew it well and hadn’t spoken the possibilities.
Yes, even as my heart fluttered with passion and my soul danced with joy, they also ached, awakened by fresh sadness, confusion and apprehension.
The truth stood with boldness before me, shaking the foundation on which I stood with doubt.
If Kai was here, then the prophecy wasn’t fulfilled. My chest constricted; a chill chased down my spine: either I’d been living my life around a trail of lies or the worst was yet to come…
*end excerpt*
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TO YOU & YOURS!
November 25, 2013
2 more sneak peeks, 2 more reasons to indulge
Cowboys, Cops, and Kilts – What girl doesn’t love a here from those categories?
8 seasonally seductive authors have come together to off you a little slice of heaven, packing in one big package.
Enjoy these teasers from two contributors: Randi Alexander & Yvette Hines
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Cowboy Jackpot: Christmas
Randi Alexander
*excerpt*
Running her hands slowly up his arms, Gigi sighed. “I want to fool around.”
Boone tipped his head back and laughed like a kid. “You’re the best Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten.” Against the backdrop of the suite’s windows, he reminded her of a package all wrapped in lights.
His hands slid to her butt and he tugged her up.
Holding on to his shoulders, Gieselle balanced herself and wrapped her legs around him. She loved it when he carried her.
“You don’t have to ask this cowboy more than once.” He strode to the bedroom, bent over the bed, and laid her back on it. Lit only by the lights of the strip, the room wrapped around them, romantic and cozy.
Propping his elbows at her side, his face hovered inches from hers, his breath warm on her skin. “Baby, I’ve got plans for you.”
A hot shiver skittered through her. “Plans?”
“Mm hm.” His eyes darkened and his breath came faster. “
She unbuttoned one button of his shirt. “What kind of plans?”
He reached behind his back, tugged off her shoe, and tossed it. “Wicked ones.”
Flicking open another button, she asked, “Hot plans?”
“Yeah. And sticky.” He took her other shoe and threw it, too.
Opening the rest of his buttons, her mouth watered for a lick of his nice pecs. “God, you’re sexy.”
“Baby.” It came out on a growl and he ripped off his cowboy hat and threw it onto a chair. “You’re making me crazy.”
She tugged his shirttails from his jeans. “I want to make you naked.
With incredible speed, he removed his shirt and leaned back over her. “Your turn.” He slid his hands from her knees down her thighs, his fingers tracing the elastic of her panties around her hips.
The rough calluses on his warm hands rattled lusty heat along her skin and down to her pussy.
Boone gathered her dress under her butt and sat her up, pulling it from under her and up over her head.
He froze, his eyes on her see-through lavender bra. “Oh, jeez.”
His stare puckered her nipples and tingled chills across her breasts. Gieselle laced her fingers through his hat hair, releasing the blond mop. The softness on her fingers tugged at her heart. A rugged cowboy with the sweet personality of a gentleman.
Boone’s mouth covered hers as he laid her back on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her, holding on tight. His big prize buckle chilled her belly.
She traced his lips with her tongue and he dove in, his tongue on hers, on her cheeks, tickling the roof of her mouth.
His overpowering strength did fuzzy things to her brain and wild, jittery things to her core. Her hips made tiny circles, cradling his hard shaft through his jeans.
“Gigi.” He whispered against her lips as his hips took up the rhythm of hers.
She scraped her nails lightly down his back. “Boone?”
“When you do that…” His mouth pressed hard and hot on her neck, his teeth nipping, his tongue tracing patterns. Slowly he eased his body lower, dragging his mouth along her skin, tasting as he went.
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, thrusting her breasts closer to him as desire swirled and puddled low in her belly.
His mouth traced the line of her bra across one breast, then the other. “You’re so hot. Your skin is burning my lips.”
“Don’t stop.” Her blood raced through her like solar flares.
“No, ma’am.”
*end excerpt*
Illicit Christmas
Yvette Hines
*excerpt*
“Aaah!” Looking up she saw a man walking along the side of the road. “Oh, my God, don’t let me hit him.” Honking her horn and jerking the wheel left toward the street she swerved around, barely missing him, until the rear of her car fishtailed. Thump!
Tires screeched as she slammed on the brakes. Throwing the car into park, she slung the door open, vaulted out of the car and ran towards the back of it. A man lay on the ground illuminated in the red glow of her taillights.
“Are you okay? Are you okay?” She kneeled down beside him and fanned her hand over his face. “Sir…sir?”
“If there’s any mercy left in the word, you’ll stop yelling.” His head rolled toward her, gaze locking.
Reaching out, she brushed her fingers along the side of his forehead. “You’re bleeding.”
“And I’ve just been touched by an angel. A pretty caramel-brown angel.” He smiled.
Her stomach flipped. “How do you feel? Can you sit up?”
“You betcha.” Proving his words true, he sat up. He reached his hand up to feel his head and winced. Looking at the blood on his fingertips, he declared, “Good thing I have a hard head. I think I’ll live.” Sitting there with his dark hair falling over his brow made him look like a modern James Dean.
Unwillingly, her lips turned up on the sides. The humor behind his words caused her to do what she hadn’t done in a year–smile. What was it about this man?
“I’m sorry…my car hit a bump…and I didn’t see you…until it was too late.” She knew she was rambling.
The lopsided smile he gave her let her know he knew it too. “No sweat. I shouldn’t have been walking in the dark.” He held her eye contact.
His level gaze caused her stomach to flip-flop again. “Were you headed somewhere?”
Rising to his feet, he closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath as if to stabilize himself. Opening them again, he swiped his hand across the back of his pants removing the dirt and gravel. “My car broke down before the exit ramp. I was on my way to town.”
She stood as well, almost meeting him eye to eye. He had to be an inch or two over six feet, she was five ten and he still had her by a bit. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
Noticing her height, his gaze traveled down the length of her body. Returning to her face, he lifted an eyebrow and inclined his head. It was an appreciative gesture like when one sees the value in a work of art. “Peachy.”
Tingling sensations ran down the front of her body everywhere his gaze touched. She cleared her throat. “I’m going into town. I could give you a lift.”
“Didn’t your mother teach you not to pick up strangers?” he questioned.
“Yea.” She looked at his wound. “I could leave you out here to bleed to death if you’d prefer?”
The sky chose that moment to open up and present a show of force. Cold, fat drops of rain battered their clothes.
“I believe I’ll take you up on your offer.”
They darted towards her car. Once inside they closed the door against the heavy wind. “It’s always great when a man can see reason.” She rolled up the driver’s side window.
He laughed, deep and masculine. She liked it.
The interior of the car was dark, caused by the overhead lamp that broke years ago. Doug promised to fix it, but never got around to it.
Thunder rumbled outside.
Not wanting to think about her ex, she stuck her hand out in his general direction. “Amber.”
Lightening shot from the sky, light flashed in the car as if someone were taking a picture of them. Of that moment.
Seeing her hand, he grasped it. “Chris.”
For a moment, they sat just like that, in silence, neither of them moving.
His thumb stroked the back of her hand then let go.
*end excerpt*
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November 22, 2013
Another day and another sexy teaser post.
She’s contributed a deliciously sweet story to the anthology, A Naughty Little Christmas. Enjoy a sneak peek of it below.
And, as always, enjoy it responsibly
Christmas Angel
Opal Carew
*excerpt*
A loud clatter jolted Nicholas Berringer from a sound sleep. He sat up and shoved his fingers through his hair, pushing it back off his face, waiting for any other sound to give him a clue as to what had awakened him. A clunk, definitely from the next room, sent Nick scrambling to his feet. He rushed to the bedroom door and cautiously pushed it open. He fully expected to come face-to-face with an armed burglar.
To his total surprise, he stood gazing at an angel.
He blinked, then shook his head.
The beautiful woman standing in the middle of his living room wore a white gown that glittered in the moonlight, with soft waves of pale blond hair floating to her hips, and wings of downy white feathers that looked so real he could almost swear they were a part of her.
“Who are you?” His voice came out in a whispered tone, full of awe.
What was wrong with him? Bowled over by some woman dressed in an angel costume who had broken into his home!
He drew up his shoulders and demanded, “What are you doing here?”
Her large, luminescent eyes blinked a couple of times.
“I … do not know,” she said in a lilting French accent.
Her words, like a half-forgotten melody from his childhood, washed over him in gentle waves. That voice stirred something deep inside him.
Damn. He had to shake himself out of it! She might look like an angel, but Nicholas didn’t believe in angels. In fact, he didn’t believe in much of anything, especially when it came to women.
“What do you mean, you don’t know? Do you always walk into other people’s apartments in the middle of the night?”
Her fingertips grazed the velvet, paisley cushion on the arm of his burgundy leather sofa as she glanced around in bewilderment, then her fingers clutched the back of the couch as if needing the support to keep standing.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude.”
He stepped toward her and her eyes widened and she stepped backward and bumped into the tree, which started to topple sideways. Nicholas leaped forward and grabbed it just before it knocked over the stained glass lamp on the occasional table. He set the tree back in place.
She seemed a little inept to be a thief.
Maybe she’d gone to a Christmas party—some costume affair from the look of her outfit—and had a little too much wine.
He retrieved two glittering glass ball ornaments, which had rolled across the taupe carpet and bumped against the raised hearth of the fireplace, then re-hung them on the tree branches.
He surveyed her face—heart shaped, with a pert little nose and full, inviting lips—and the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. Wide and bewildered.
“Do you live in the building?”
“No, I do not think so.”
She stepped forward and stumbled on the hem of her skirt. He reached out and caught her elbow so she wouldn’t fall and she leaned against him for support. The warm softness of her body against his sent his hormones into an uproar.
He eased her to her feet and released her immediately, concentrating on reigning in the tumultuous effect she had on him.
Her lips turned up in a delicate smile.
“Merci.”
Despite the powerful sexual effect she had on him, she seemed quite fragile. An intense feeling of protectiveness he’d never known he possessed surged through him. Her effect on him certainly was unusual.
He guided her to the sofa. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get you a drink?”
She lowered herself onto the couch and he fetched a glass of orange juice from the kitchen. Brandy might have been better, but he didn’t know what, if anything, she’d been drinking already.
He handed her the glass, then sat down on the chair beside her. They sat quietly for a few moments while she sipped her juice.
“You live here alone?” she asked.
“Yes, that’s right.”
She rested her hand on his arm. Warmth seeped into him at her gentle touch.
“I think being alone is not something you like.” She glanced at him with luminous, blue eyes and their gazes locked.
He wanted to protest, wanted to deny her words to himself, but he couldn’t. It was true. He wanted a woman in his life. A partner who would give his life meaning, give him a reason for coming home at night, but his fear of being hurt overrode that need.
*end excerpt*
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November 21, 2013
Sexy Heroes cont.
Dawn Halliday’s book, A Highlander for the Holidays, part of the A Naughty Little Christmas anthology, is certain to be a guilty pleasure if you have a thing for sexy men in kilts
Enjoy responsibly! Oh, and try not to drool on the keyboard. I hear it’s impossible to clean between the keys well.
A HIGHLANDER FOR THE HOLIDAYS
Dawn Halliday
*excerpt*
Aileen smiled. “Do you remember the tree stump?”
“Aye. How could I forget?”
Whenever either of them had seen Munro in one of his rages, they’d lay a piece of heather over the stump of a fallen birch tree in the bailey to warn the other to stay clear of Munro that day. Her warnings had saved Niall from beatings at least a dozen times.
“The stump is gone,” he mused. Upon riding through the castle gates, he’d been assailed by memories of his time here, and he’d looked for the stump, only to find smooth ground where it had once been.
She nodded. “’Twas dug up a few years ago. I miss it. It saved me many times.”
“Aye,” he said gruffly. “Me too.”
The reminiscent look on her face called to him. His body resonated with the urge to draw her lush body into his arms, to hold her, comfort her…make love to her…
He shook himself free of that thought. “’Tis good I have been gone so long. Otherwise, I dinna think…” I could have kept my hands off you.
“Is that why you went away?” she asked. “You felt you couldna protect me from him?” She laughed, a soft, smooth sound that slipped under his skin like a warm caress. “If you defended the honor of every wife whose husband took a mistress, you’d be occupied every minute of the day.”
“I’ve no desire to defend every wife,” he said. “Only you.”
Her gaze strayed away, and she didn’t speak. Instead, she took his hand and drew him toward the fire. The gold glow of the lantern light caught the subtle sheen of tears in her eyes before she knelt at his feet to remove his shoes.
Niall stiffened at the gesture. This was inappropriate. He touched his fingers to the top of her head. “Please dinna kneel.”
She bowed her head. “Let me help you prepare for your bath, Niall. ’Twill me great pleasure.”
“I’m your servant, milady.” He’d do anything she asked of him. Even watch her bow at his feet when he ought to be bowing before her.
His fingers itched to stroke her head, to touch that sleek black fall of hair, to caress the gentle slope of her cheekbone. But the Mackenzie had sent Niall here to fetch his sister, to accompany her to Ellandonan as her protector, not to seduce her. To touch her would be to betray his oath to the laird.
There would be no way to hide his arousal when she undressed him. He would shame himself.
As her deft fingers worked the laces on his boots, he tried to think of anything but the thought of her hands on his body. He forced his mind to saddling a temperamental horse. To the puffed cheeks of a man playing the bagpipes. To haggis…
She moved behind him and with skilled precision untied his belt, which she placed on the table beside the bed. Niall helped her to lift off his mail shirt and unwrap his plaid. Her fingertips skimmed over the side of his arse as she worked it off him. Just like that, all thoughts of haggis and everything else fled, until there was only Aileen and her touch. Niall gritted his teeth so hard his jaw ached.
Was her touch deliberate? An invitation?
Of course it wasn’t. The mail shirt and plaid dropped to the planked floor. Still standing behind him, she reached down to clasp the bottom of his shirt. In one motion, she pulled it over his head.
He stood naked, his arousal painfully thrust out. Thankfully, she didn’t move from behind him.
“You must be weary,” she said quietly, touching the back of his shoulder with gentle fingers. “One of your men told me how hard you rode from Ellandonan. I…” Her voice caught. “Please,” she whispered. “The bath is ready.”
*end excerpt*
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November 20, 2013
Sexy hero talk going on here.
Let’s talk sexy heroes.
Every good romance story has a good, sexy-in-some-way hero.
And everyone has their favorite type of hero.
The beauty of being an author is that you can invent as many heroes as you’d like. (Please don’t hate. I usually always share. hehe)
I’ve written about a hot-as-sin soldier (One Letter), a sexilicious chocolate stranger (Hello Stranger), a melt-your-panties-off Latino (Summer Nights), a set of sure-to-make-you-pant panthers (Karley’s Surrender), countless alluringly sexy vampires (Vamp Chronicles, Speechless) – yup, even young adult can be sexy, – some crush-worthy, heart-swoon, beat-skipping, sure-to-make-your-jaw-drop werewolves (Future Alphas, Future Betas (coming soon)), and tons of heart racing, tongue wagging, kitty weeping, please-wipe-your-drool-before-kissing-them werewolves. (Alpha Doms, Beta Doms (coming soon), Allure, Curvosity, Snowy Mountain Wolves) In particular, I adore my alpha weres with an affection for biting, sucking, licking, and f*cking (their extra curvy mates.) These mountains of muscle (hopefully) have just enough dom and just enough heart to suck you in.
One of my favorite seconds, though, is none other than a delicious lawyer by the name of Tyler Russell, who stars in Her Xmas Present.
He’s probably the most perfectly balanced character I’ve ever written. He’s sexy (of course!), but beyond that, he’s funny and smart, full of charisma and charm that he wisely uses to his advantage in and out of the courtroom. He is fashionable yet humble, easy going yet stubborn, supportive yet protective; he is fiercely loyal and equally fierce in the bedroom. He can be playfully sexy and demandingly dominant. Look out, though, because his career as a lawyer makes him very persuasive…especially when comes to convincing a certain plus size pal that she is beautiful and he wants every inch and every pound of her.
I believe this sums up the deliciously sexy Mr. Tyler Russell:
Yup. Just enough dom and just enough heart. *sigh*
So tell me, what’s you’re favorite type of hero and why?
Don’t be afraid. We all have a weakness.
My make-a-fool-of-myself-no-matter-what-royal-was-watching type of hero is a rough and gruff, military buff, kilt wearing, accent-baring, naughtily not-sharing Scottish shifter with dark features that loom over my head, making it easier to cocoon me after we christen his bed… and every other surface of his modern-day castle. (Judgment free zone, remember?)
Which is all the more reason that I love anthologies. Dawn Halliday has a kilt wearing hero for me to drool over, and Randi Alexander provides my second favorite, would-not-feel-like-I-was-ever-settling hero: a cowboy! There is literally a little of everything for everyone in this naughty adult anthology. Each hero gives you a new reason to swoon…but we all have our favorites, our top picks.
What is your top pick hero criteria? What type of male (or female) would make your knees melt, your heart sputter and your brain suddenly take a vacay?
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Excerpt Excursion (18 and up!)
Awesome sexy!
Delicious sexy!
In case you missed it, I am part of an anthology, appropriately titled: A Naughty Little Christmas.
It is COWBOYS, COPS, and KILTS: 8 Seasonally Seductive Romances From Bestselling Authors.
My contribution was my stand alone holiday title: Her Xmas Present.
On a side note, I truly love anthologies. I’ve discovered so many new authors from them. They’re by far my healthiest addiction. I usually treat them like a dessert, reading one story a night before bed
See what I mean by reading this little excerpt from my book, Her Xmas Present.
*excerpt*
(OLIVIA)
“Are you making close to what you deserve yet?”
“Depends.” I knew my eyes were shimmering with mischief, as I handed him his cup. “What am I worth?” I lifted a brow, fighting to hold back a smile.
He didn’t hesitate. “You’re worth the moon’s weight in gold, baby.” He winked.
“Smooth. No wonder the ladies keep falling for you.” I walked back to the living room and collapsed on the sofa with my beverage firmly between my hands.
He followed, sitting beside me. He toed off his shoes and kicked his feet up on the oversized, wood coffee table; he held his drink in one hand while the other comfortably stretched across the back of the couch, behind me.
“Were your parents excited to see you?” I blew into my mug, the marshmallows separating just enough to allow the steam to escape.
He looked away, taking a sip of his drink. “Mmm. I always loved your hot chocolate.”
I narrowed my eyes on him. “Tyler Brandon Russell! How could you not stop and see your parents? Your mom is going to have a fit.” I shook my head incredulously.
He set his drink down on the coffee table.
My heart kicked up as he directed his full attention on me. With one hand, he brushed a few strands of my hair back, allowing his fingers to glide through my locks as he leaned into me. He gazed into my eyes, his lips hovering an inch from mine. Every breath he exhaled tickled my skin, sending shockwaves through me. “I missed you.”
I could only watch him with bated breath. He was so close. I noticed every striation in his eyes, the varying stripes in hues of honey, chocolate and bark. His body heat radiated off of him, enveloping me in his warmth.
He captivated me, holding me in place with his intense stare. I felt him take my mug and heard him set it on the coffee table, but his eyes never strayed; his lips never moved.
I swallowed hard, my pussy fluttering with anticipation. Fuck. I wanted to close the distance between us, so badly, but I didn’t dare. I couldn’t.
He thrust his fingers deeper into my tresses, his other hand skimming up my thigh before curling around my hip. Every second seemed like an hour, as I watched and waited.
His grip tightened on my hip as he jerked me against him. “I’m going to kiss you, Libby.”
*end excerpt*
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Or you can click here for her endorsement.
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I hope you enjoy all the naughty, sexy fun
~ Christin
November 19, 2013
SURPRISE! (18 and up!)
So, in the midst of my chaos ring, I have finally boxed the Alpha Doms series, minus Two Times the Charm.
Best part?
It releases TODAY!
Second best part?
It will start out on sale, today through Thanksgiving, for only $2.99! That’s right. You can get all 9 stories in 1 book for only $2.99! That is a major STEAL!
So, if you’re looking for something fun & sexy to read, especially on Thanksgiving day, – while you’re waiting for the turkey to cook and trying so dang hard to avoid that one relative that you’re certain can’t actually be related to you, – check out what you can get for a whopping $4.97 TOTAL (on Amazon today):
Alpha Doms Box Set - 9 delicious stories + 10 sexy heroes = 19 reasons to indulge - $2.99 (sale price)
Two Times the Charm - over 100,000 words - $0.99 (sale price – very limited time remaining on this sale price)
A Naughty Little Christmas (Cowboys, Cops, and Kilts: 8 Seasonally Seductive Romances from Bestselling Authors) – $0.99 (don’t miss it!)
Start your day off right with a little pre-holiday planning. By planning, I mean buying in preparation of the day, like with the food. Or buying to help you survive the preparation for the day. Either way, I would love it so much if you all would click that little Amazon BUY NOW button. No pressure though!
Have a wonderful day!
~ Christin
(It’s also available on ARe; it will be available by this evening on B&N and eventually available on Apple.)
Another reason to click ‘Buy Now.’
A Naughty Little Christmas is full of…well, naughty fun!
Enjoy this teaser from Ann Bruce’s title, A Naughty Noelle. (Fitting, don’t you think?)
A NAUGHTY NOELLE
*excerpt*
Copyright © 2007 by Ann Bruce. All rights reserved.
“Are you hurt?”
The voice was low and raspy, but it triggered something in Noelle’s still-recovering memory. Heart picking up pace
once more, she peered up at the lean figure sitting rather rigidly on the backseat. She could make out the shape of
the head in the gloomy interior of the moving cab. The shoulders were broad and the torso long. The line of the jaw
was shadowed with stubble. Her eyes widened. “You.”
There was a dry, masculine chuckle followed by a groan and a muffled curse. “Yeah, me. How are you doing down
there?”
“I’m in pain, but I’ll live.” It was the truth. She had banged her head before and suffered nothing more than a raging
headache for a few hours. Such were the trials of wanting to play pond hockey with four older—and much bigger—
brothers.
“Can you get up?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered and began disentangling their legs. She was puzzled when he didn’t offer his help. Maybe he
only did one good deed per night.
Noelle slowly released her breath when she was finally seated beside the man who had saved her earlier only to
violently barrel into her from behind a few minutes ago. Pain creased her brow. She closed her eyes, needing the
refuge of darkness.
“I thought I told you to go straight home,” he finally said quietly, turning to look at her.
“You did,” she confirmed without opening her eyes. “I didn’t listen.”
“Obviously.”
She made a noncommittal sound. “Where are you going?”
“Nowhere.”
Noelle’s lashes lifted and she caught the driver’s gaze in the rearview mirror. She had to give the man credit for taking
it all in stride. It couldn’t be every night when he gets a woman shoved into his cab by a strange man on the run. Then
again, what did she know? Maybe this was a common occurrence for him.
“Then why is the cab moving?”
“I told the driver to drive,” he explained, the words labored.
Noelle frowned. Was he hurt? She slowly turned her head to the right and glanced down. Her frown deepened.
“Is there a reason why you’re clutching your side like that?”
“Yes,” he gritted between clenched teeth, the pain almost successfully veiling the sarcasm in his voice.
Her brow puckered, but it wasn’t because of the ache in her head this time. “Oh.” Her eyes widened. Realization
dawned. It was belated, but it did dawn. “Oh God! How bad is it?”
Her headache was forgotten as her hands felt all over his face. It was heated and coated with a sheen of cooling
sweat. His stubble scratched her fingertips. Noelle’s exploration halted there as she savored the discreet tingle that
shot through her fingertips straight to her tummy. She was a sick, sick woman to be turned on by a man bleeding all
over the place.
And only hours ago, she’d believed herself in love with another man.
Noelle gingerly probed beneath her defenses. She should be hurt, torn up inside. Yet, all she felt was more anger at
herself for being so stupid than at Gil for cheating on her.
The rough voice pulled her back. “Not there.”
Noelle was glad of the darkness as warmth flooded her cheeks.
“Is it just your side?”
“Mainly.”
“Are you going to let me check it out?”
“Are you a nurse or a doctor or a paramedic?”
She drew back as if attacked by a kitten. Her lips thinned. “No, but I do know basic first aid. Or do you think sheer
macho willpower will take care of your injury?”
A rough sound rumbled from his chest. “I’m sorry.” Very gingerly, very slowly, he moved his hands away from his left
side and said, “Here.”
Carefully, Noelle scooted down so she could better examine the wound. She pulled the black T-shirt from his jeans
and peeled it up. A blade had sliced through the leather jacket and the T-shirt and left a long cut that wasn’t as deep
as she’d feared. But it wasn’t as shallow as she’d hoped.
“We should get you to a hospital. You need stitches.”
The only response she got was an indecipherable grunt. She assumed it was a sound of protest.
She sighed. “Shouldn’t I call the police?”
He growled a very decisive negative.
“What is this aversion you have to the police? Is it cops in general or just the NYPD?”
“No,” he repeated more firmly.
“Why not? Your tax dollars pay for their services.” A thought occurred to her. “Uh, you do pay taxes, right?”
He slanted a narrow glance at her. “Yes.”
PURCHASE LINKS
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All Romance E-books
(iBookstore and Kobo coming soon!)
November 18, 2013
Some Sexy Fun (18 & OLDER)
If you are looking for something sexy and fun to read, then look no further than A Naughty Little Christmas. It’s 8 authors, including myself, that have come together to offer 8 sensual (and sensational) stories in 1 book.
Here is a little teaser from Aliyah Burke’s.
There is something for everyone in here, as the subtitle says: Cowboys, Cops, and Kilts. (Oh my!) It is definitely a collection I would curl up with before curling up with someone sexy
The purchase links are below. I hope you all enjoy it!
PURCHASE LINKS
iBookstore and Kobo coming soon!
November 16, 2013
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I know I’m seriously behind on everything, and I can’t apologize enough for it. I have been working. Really, I have. It’s one of the reasons I’m writing this post.
Snowy Mountain Wolves book 2 is close to wrap-up.
The Break of Dawn is a mountain of post-its and computerized notes of scenes and dialogue that should amount to a nice chunk once typed and pasted together.
Future Alphas book 3, Fierce and Fabulous, has a strong opening that I love and a character that I love even more. (Shocker: she’s not plus size; she’s undersized and underestimated.)
I’ve re-formatted many of my books, changed covers, uploaded, reloaded, price checked, fact checked, and sprinted through an obstacle course filled with almost lawyer-requiring woes over copyright issues thanks to pirating (-insert curse word here-).
All this while working furiously on an anthology I am a part of.
Which brings me to my next announcement.
ALL next week, my website will be flooded with ADULT ONLY stuff, focusing on the anthology, and all of it’s wonderful contributors, and my adult work in general. So, if you are under 18, sorry, but please do try to avoid my website until the week of Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving… Time seems to be slipping away so quickly…especially after a day like today. Everyone has these days, authors and readers alike. I think it’s easy as a reader to forget that authors, celebrities, anyone that we rely on for entertainment really, has a life outside of their work, has long, rough days that take away from their work. That is part of the reason why I have started another website. This new website will act as my blog, my place to share with you on a more personal level, allowing me to feel less guilty about being so work-focused on this website. I also hope that in sharing a little more about myself, openly and honestly, on the other site, that more readers can relate to me, and perhaps see that I need grace as much, if not a little more, than most.
I’ve already created the first post. If you’re curious about my day, take a gander HERE. If not, definitely skip it. Also, if you like idolizing me as an exemplary member of the community with few flaws and a perfect existence, skip it.
I promise that I will one day catch up on my e-mails, your comments, posts and messages here as well. I’m past offering a date, as it’s a tad embarrassing that it’s mounted to this point. I will get back to each and every one of you though, that you can count on.
As for release dates. I can’t give specifics. I can say that when the time comes to release the next title, it will be blasted through cyberspace in a manner to which most couldn’t miss it, unless they were avoiding the internet.
I hope you all are patient and understanding with this. If not, feel free to print my picture and use it as a dart board, so long as you don’t throw the darts at my actual person should we ever meet
Have a great night everyone!
~ Christin
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