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Five Sentence Friday

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It's time for Five Sentence Friday. I thought I'd use Five Sentences from The Air I Breathe . Here are the five sentences!!!



He rubbed the bulge in his jeans against Luc’s groin. “I’m always game with you.”

“Taygan.”

“Yes, say my name.” Taygan threaded his fingers into Luc’s hair and tugged. “Slap my ass, tie me up and make me come.”

Ten Line Tuesday!

Ten Lines from the WIP... Cuz it's a WIP kind of day. So... (Digging in WIP)...how about this? Grin.



“Hold still and they won’t eat you.”

I dragged a breath into my burning lungs and took in my surroundings. Three men stood around me, two with their backs to me and one standing at my feet. I took another breath and let it out slowly, then glanced down at my body. Fuck me sideways, I was naked. Whatever they had me stretched out on, I had my arms spread open and my ankles in manacles. I didn’t bother to move my wrists. They probably had those in cuffs, too. I tipped my head to the man who had spoken to me.

“Hold very still. Pretend to be dead.” The man loosened the cuff around my ankle. A lock of his hair fell in his eyes and the muscle in his jaw worked overtime. He didn’t just release me from the bond, he caressed me.

“I don’t think this one is coming around,” he said. “He’s still pale.”

Monday Moans - Make Me

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I love a white hot story and Make Me doesn't disappoint. It's hot and steamy and fun.

Make Me
Contemporary
M/F, Spanking, toys, BDSM
Razor's Edge Press
Available here soon!

A crop, some rope, a sweet little plug...just what she wants, and all she had to say was make me.

Dixie wanted out of the daily rut and a night to reconnect with her husband. What she got went far beyond her wildest dreams. Who knew a Tuesday night could be so white hot?

Now here's that moan!!

“You got farther than I thought.”

I screamed and whirled around. “Damn it.”

Zeke leaned against the doorframe and laughed. He jiggled the black pouch in his hand. “If you want this, you have to come here.”

I wasn’t the type of girl to take orders. Submission meant weakness in my book, and I refused to look weak. But I wanted that stupid pouch. Fuck.

“I can see it in your eyes. You want and yet you don’t.”

No shit. The vision of being stretched out across his lap having my ass reddened crossed my mind. I gasped, not out of irritation, but because the better part of me wanted him to do just that and more. I dug my nails into my thighs and stared at him a moment longer. He wanted submission?

Fine.

Then again, how could I not submit to him? He embodied everything I wanted in a man. Towering at over six feet tall, thick hair the perfect shade of brown and lanky enough to droop over his forehead a little, perpetual five o’clock shadow, and those muscles. He spent enough time with the weights to stay toned and sexy as hell. Did I mention he was barefoot? Yeah, he was. He looked like he’d stepped out of a men’s fashion catalogue.

I’d submit, after I gave him some sass. I sucked in a ragged breath and crossed to his position at the door. “What do you want from me?”

He crooked one brow. “I want everything. Turn around.”

It's a Party and the Gifts are For You!!

My post is up today so make sure you read it! Grin. I had a good time writing it. Summer, baby! Click here to get to the post. And click here to check out the rest of the party. Why? Prizes include a $100 GC to Amazon or BN. Now that's cool!

Sunday Snoggin' with Wild Flower

How about a hot read with Wild Flower. The book just came out and its right to hit the spot if you want a hot read. It's my contribution to the Sunday Snog!!

Wild Flower
Glow Band Book 5
Genres and Themes: Erotic Romance, Novella, Paranormal, Magic, Werewolves

She's the key to his destiny, if he's willing to embrace a position of power.

Ansen doesn't believe he's alpha material. He lives life on his own terms and keeps feelings out of the equation -- until a chance meeting at a Glow concert turns his world upside down.

Willow likes having all access to her favorite band. She lives in the shadows and keeps the band's fan site running without fail. But one glimpse of the dark stranger proves there's more to life than a laptop screen.

But is he too much of a gamble if her heart is the ultimate prize?

And now for that snog!!

A tiny part of her screamed to be careful. She'd been down dangerous roads before. Willow measured her breathing and relaxed into the simple innocence of meeting someone at a concert. The music swelled around them and washed away some of her inhibitions. She loosened up and ground against him.

Mr. Handsome didn't grab her, didn't push her. He moved with her and sang to her. The guy was like a dream come true. She turned in his arms and buried her face against his chest. The song blared around her in a pulsing rhythm, but nothing mattered except her and Mr. Handsome.

He threaded his fingers into her hair and tipped her head. Willow clutched his shirt. What harm could come from a simple kiss? She rose up on her toes and met him for the kiss. The scrape of his five o'clock shadow abraded her cheeks. The cola on his tongue exploded in her mouth.

The music dulled to nothing and the rush of the crowd disappeared. She opened her eyes and stared up at him. For a split second, a flash of yellow colored the blue of his irises. She broke the kiss and jerked backwards.

Mr. Handsome released her. "Sorry. I got caught up in you, Wild Flower."

Sexy Cover Saturday!

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Let's see which sexy cover I've got out today!



Now if I can get Tiger Lily's story done, I'll be swingin'!

Five Sentence Friday!!

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Five sentence Friday and since it's a release day... why not five sentences from that release? It's Wild Flower and it's the 5th book in the Glow series.



Now for those five sentences!

“What don’t you know? Run with this. I’m begging you. Who cares if it wasn’t a relationship? Geez. Allow yourself to have fun.”

WIP Wednesdays

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Holy crap. It's WIP Wednesday already? Sheesh. Feels like it should still be Olympic time. Not already past that time. Sheesh.

Now about those WIPs. I've got a lot on the plate these days. There are two really that have my attention. I let the cat out of the bag on the one kind of already on Love Romances Cafe. I'm planning a MM gymnast story. Yes, I dig the flexibility. And those arms. Doggone. Aiden and Dylan have been talking and it's quite nice.

EXCEPT...

Lennon and Conor have been talking to me, too. Don't know Lennon or Conor? Yeah, I didn't either. Lennon is one of River's former students. Remember River? And he's been kicked around by life--and a twisted Dom. Seems the club River and Lennon were at has now earned a rep for being rougher than could be considered legal. Anyway, they are talking to me, too. Puts a new twist on dick for brains. Four equally emo men all chattering at the same time. It's complicated.

So I'm stuck in the land of emotional men. It could be a lot worse. I'll take it. So it's now back to the bat cave. I've got to get something accomplished. Grin.

Ten Line Tuesday

Ten lines from a WIP...hmm...

How about this? Grin. It's from an upcoming Encounter. Check them out!!

“I have a surprise for you.”

“What?” Luc strolled out of the bathroom. “There’s nothing I want.”

“Baloney.”

“No, I don’t like baloney.”

“Har. Close your eyes.”

Luc cocked his hip and did as told. He held out his hands. “Whatever it is, you don’t have to.”

“I know. Now open.”

Luc opened his eyes and wobbled on his feet. “You’re freaking kidding. A ’59 Les Paul.” He hesitated before touching the neck of the classic guitar. “Where did you get this?”

Monday Moans!

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A good moan requires two people (or more) who really love each other, even when they don't realize it. Grin. The Air I Breathe is one of those stories. So Enjoy the moan, since I so goofed up the Sunday Snog yesterday!! Sheepish grin.

ISBN: 978-1-60521-728-4
Word Count: 17K
Page Count: 56
Price: $3.99
Release Date: December 9, 2011
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George

Genres and Themes: Erotic Romance; Novella; Paranormal; Magic; BDSM; Gay and Lesbian

Sometimes the one who drives you the craziest is the very one you can't live without.

When Taygan walked, Luc thought he'd never see his best friend again. That's fine. Luc's busy with his band, Glow, and isn't really interested in having a love life. There's just one small glitch. He's lonely without Tay, and his pride can't take losing him again. It's up to Luc to decide, but can he live with his decision?

Taygan thought he could handle his element and have a permanent relationship with Luc -- until the need to follow the wind element took over. But being away from Luc is killing Tay's element. To make things worse, Luc's not waiting around for Tay any longer. What’s a guy to do when his lover is the very air he breathes?

Available here!!!

“You’re not much warmer.” Luc rested his chin on Taygan’s shoulder. “Start from the beginning and don’t leave a thing out.”

Taygan sagged into Luc and closed his eyes. Tears pricked behind his eyelids. The beginning. Try about the time he’d first met Lucien Moline. Tay sighed. “It’s complicated.”

“I like complicated. It’s my best riff.” Luc rubbed a washcloth over Tay’s chest. “Talk to me.”

“Things started to go off the rails when I first met you.” Taygan swallowed past the lump in his throat. “My world spun out of control.”

“I’m a bad influence,” Luc cooed. “You like it.”

“I do, but I don’t understand it. I don’t.” The words poured out faster than Taygan could dam them up. “When we’re together, I’m stronger. My element is lighter and I’m happy. But then it gets too strong or heavy or whatever it is, and I can’t stand it. I have to move. I want to stay and have our life right here, but I can’t control it. Deep down in my soul, I don’t want to leave you. I want to be right here in your arms, and every time I have to leave, I know you’re sick of me going. One day you’re not going to take me back, and it scares me shitless.” Tears streamed down his cheeks and his voice cracked. “I’m scared.”

Luc drew a long breath and let it out slowly. He wrapped his arms around Taygan, squeezing tight. “Can I at least help you figure out the riddle you keep talking about?”

“By all means.” Taygan threaded his fingers with Luc’s and rested his forehead on Luc’s temple. “Last Christmas was the strongest I’ve ever felt.”

Chuckling, Luc ground his pelvis against Tay’s ass. “We’ve got part of this thing figured out.”