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January 23, 2015
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January 20, 2015
Daring the Player by Robin Covington
She’s nothing but trouble…and he can’t resist.
Raised by a pro football legend, Miami Thunder wide receiver Rep Grissom has a career most would envy. A toxic marriage with a party girl almost put him on the sidelines, but now he keeps his head down and makes the moves on the field that leave younger players in his dust. Now all he has to do is maintain the status quo and he’s guaranteed a lucrative new contract at an age when most guys are retiring.
Lola Corbin is used to leaving all the big boys in her rearview mirror. The lead singer in the worlds biggest rock band she fills up arenas and closes down the clubs but with the group on the brink of breaking apart her future is uncertain. Years spent on the road has left her with nothing at home except platinum records on the walls, an empty fridge and a cold bed. For the first time, she’s looking for something and someone beyond the spotlight.
When Lola’s first night in her condo ends with Rep breaking up a fight he realizes that temptation has moved in next door. Lola doesn’t usually go for the strong and serious types, but the more she sees of her neighbor, the more she wants. When a thank you dinner turns into dancing and a hot tryst in the back of the club their attraction cannot be denied. But when Lola-induced trouble results in a front-page-career-ending spectacle the player must decide if he’s going to be as daring with his heart as he is on the field.
Fun extras and more: Daring the Player Book Page
Excerpt:
“I want to fuck you.”It was direct and probably a little crude but he didn’t want any mixed signals especially since they’d hit it off tonight. One great dinner and some dancing did not lead to roses and joint bank account. But holy hell, he wanted inside her. Needed to know what she’d feel like wrapped around him. He just knew she’d be responsive and vocal and that fucking flipped every single switch he had to on. What he didn’t expect is what she did next.“Now,” she said against his own ear and grabbed his hands, leading him through the crowd and past he group of hangers on that had been glaring at them all night. Lola ignored them, only pausing long enough to allow the security guard at the entrance to the VIP lounge to remove the velvet rope and let them pass. She walked towards the back of the seating area, past the bar and into the secluded area where the private bathroom was located. Lola opened the door and pulled him inside. He locked it behind them.The second the lock clicked they were all about locked lips and the quick removal of the necessary clothing. Rep dove deep into her mouth with his tongue, savoring the taste of Lola and her desire, a sharp, smoky flavor. She moaned and he broke off the kiss, his own groan erupting out of his chest when her hands went to his belt and the button on his pants. Her fingers were warm around his dick, slick with the damp from their dancing and her arousal and he fucked into them, enjoying the slide and the friction.“Oh yes. You’re big’” she said, stroking him from tip to root. “I want that inside me.”Rep looked around the restroom. It was nice, lush even, but the sink was one of those artistic ones that would never hold up under anyone’s weight much less anyone getting fucked as hard as he was going to take Lola. He spun her around, gently moving her towards the wall until she pressed her palms flat against the wall, automatically spreading her legs wider.“Good girl,” he breathed against her hair as he shoved his pants and boxer briefs down to mid thigh. He reached over to the small basket on the side of the sink and removed the condom he knew he’d find there. “God, I love VIP lounges.”“Come on Grissom.” She pressed back against him, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she watched him roll the condom over his length. “You reading the fine print on that thing or what?”“For that comment, I’m going to make you wait.” Lola started to protest but she shut her up when his fingers slid under the flimsy material of her underwear and took a slow glide over her wet folds.“Oh…” Lola’s words slid into moans and he knew he’d been right. She was vocal, loud and leaving no doubt that he was making her feel good. Her palm slapped the wall when he inserted two fingers, angling his hand so that his thumb grazed her clit with every pump in and out of her body.“God, don’t tease,” she begged and he loved how she was unashamed to ask for what she wanted. “Rep, please.”He wanted to keep up his delay but honestly he was the only person being tortured in his room and he was getting harder every time her tight little body grabbed onto his fingers. He was done with waiting out the storm. He was ready to jump in.
About the Author:
Robin Covington loves to explore the theme of fooling around and falling in love in her bestselling books. When she’s not writing sexy, sizzling romance she’s collecting tasty man candy pics, indulging in a little comic book geek love, and obsessing over Dean Winchester. Don't send chocolate . . . send eye candy!
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January 18, 2015
Sample Sunday: From Love After War
When Connie finally woke up, it was dark. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept so well. Now she was hungry, again. She found a t-shirt and pulled it over her camisole, then quietly headed down to the kitchen. She grabbed everything she needed to make a sandwich and sat down at the kitchen island to make herself a late night snack.As she was finishing up her meal, she heard footsteps heading toward the kitchen. Knowing that it was only Andrew she didn’t look up right away. “Up late aren’t you?” she heard him ask.“Well, I slept a long time.”“Yeah, I guess you did.”She heard the fridge open and then close, and she glanced up in time to see his chest. Then gasped when she realized the only thing he was wearing were his boxers. He followed her line of vision, looking down, then looked back up her, not seeming to be bothered by the fact that he was nearly naked. “Jeez Andrew!” she said, trying to avert her gaze away from him, but her eyes kept betraying her, glancing back in his direction. “I didn’t realize you’d be down here,” he said, “You’re lucky I even put this on.”“You could at least practice a little modesty!” she snapped, more angry at herself for being so turned on by the sight of him.He shrugged like he didn’t have a care in the world. “My house, my rules,” he said, taking a swing of his beer.“But you have a guest in your house now!” she said indignantly.He merely grumbled, as if he didn’t agree with her last statement.She stood up suddenly, then glared at him. “Fine, if you’re so comfortable….”She snatched her t-shirt off. His eyes darkened and his breathing changed, when he saw her in a silky camisole that clung to her body. “What are you doing Constance?” he asked, clenching his beer bottle tightly.“Well since you are so comfy about walking around in what you sleep in, I figured I didn’t need to constrict myself in this awful t-shirt.” She took a step back and waved her hands down the front of her body. “This is what I sleep in.”She looked him in the eyes and instantly regretted her impulsive move. His eyes were mixed with a coolness and heat. “You don't want to play this game Constance,” he said, shaking his head, “because I sleep in less than this.”The mental image of him sleeping in nothing set her body on fire.His gaze roamed her body from head to toe. Then he placed his beer on the counter, shut his eyes tight and turned away from her. His fists were balled up tight as if he were battling with himself. “Constance, put your t-shirt back on,” he demanded through clenched teeth.“Why should I?” she asked, still fuming. She pointed a finger at him. “This is exactly why this ‘truce’ won’t wor–”The next thing she knew, he was there in a flash, surrounding her, in her face. He wrapped his hands around her arms and hauled her against his chest. The gasp that had risen up in her throat was snatch away from her as Drew’s lips came crashing down on hers. Her eyes grew wide in shock. He let go of her arms and palmed her face. She stood there frozen, with his mouth against hers. He felt her tense like she was going to resist, but he slid his hands into her hair and tilted her head back to have better access to her mouth. His tongue slid across her mouth and found its way inside. As soon as their tongues touched, something snapped inside her and she was lost. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer to her body. He seemed surprised for a moment at her reaction, and then he let his hands slide down to her waist.She felt her nipples harden, and a moan drifted out of her mouth as she felt the hard peaks press against his solid chest.Connie felt her mind drifting. Drifting back into time, when she was sixteen years old. Back when she wondered what it would be like to kiss Drew McAllister. Eventually, she had gotten the courage to finally stop dancing around with the teenage flirting and tell him how she felt about him and was going to take charge and just do it. Just kiss him. But she never got the chance.She tore her mouth away from his. They stood there staring at each other, breathing heavily, both a little shocked and confused. A different wave of emotions crashed down around her from sixteen years ago. Heartache.She touched her fingers to her lips and shook her head in disbelief.“Constance.”She looked up at Andrew. She felt the tears well up and she turned before he could see them and ran off to her room.
Love After War, now available for preorder on amazon. On sale for $2.99 now through Valentine's Day Weekend.
Love After War, now available for preorder on amazon. On sale for $2.99 now through Valentine's Day Weekend.
January 11, 2015
Show Off Sunday: Two New Book Series Coming Your Way! Watch Their
Trailers Here.
I know I've been quiet lately except for the occasional excerpt (which I hope you love!) But After my Christmas release I have been taking a (small) break from writing. (I've been back to my Domestic Diva on) It feels like I've been nonstop since July. Well I'm about to hop on another bullet train of writing and today I wanted to share some trailers I've created for two brand new series I have coming out this year (Don't worry you will still get plenty of the McAllisters and Coalton, TX still)
Just a side note: *smiles with pride* the track on the second trailer was created by yours truly. :-) It's making me want to created more music tracks for my trailers I make. Always a busy girl, that Té Russ. Lol!
Well enjoy amd get ready to see a whole lot more from me in 2015!!!
In the Line of Love: The Series
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The Four Seaseons of Love Series
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I have several more trailers I've done for other books. Be sure to check them out on YouTube!
January 4, 2015
Sample Sunday: from Love After War
She thinks she’s so slick.That was what Drew was thinking as he entered the Lillian Hotel-Fort Worth.She thought she’d been quiet enough to sneak out of the house without him noticing. But he’d heard the moment her feet hit the floor when she woke up. He’d heard her when she went to the shower. That sound had set off all kinds of visions in his head. Her soaking wet body in the shower, washing herself. Images of him in the shower with her.Then he heard the sound of a vehicle pulling up and he got up to look out the window to see a cab waiting. He shook his head. He’d told her how expensive it would be to have a cab come all the way here, and then drive her all the way to Fort Worth, but she hadn’t listened. He figured at this point it was mainly because of that kiss the night before and now she was trying to avoid him. That was the only reason that he didn’t open his bedroom door when he heard her ‘tiptoeing’ past in the hall and down the stairs.She was avoiding him. For some reason that didn’t sit well with him. Constance Johnson never backed down from anything or anyone. Especially him. And that’s what had gotten him up and out of the house to Fort Worth to the hotel.He knew it was probably a bad time and that he could have waited until she returned to the house later that evening, but he had a feeling that if she had her way, she would only be returning for her things. That wasn’t an option. Well, technically it was; he most certainly wouldn’t keep her against her will. But he wanted to get to the bottom of whatever it was that had caused them to no longer be friends all of those years ago and he had a feeling that would be much easier if she were staying at his place.He scanned the lobby and saw her immediately standing at the reception desk. He’d intended on sneaking up on her, but the receptionist recognized him and lit up.“Welcome back Mr. McAllister!”He saw Connie’s shoulders tense up. He nodded at the receptionist. “Orara, how are you and how is your family?”She answered well to both and he nodded again saying, “I need to take Miss Johnson away from you for a moment.”Orara waved her hand and said, “We were just finishing up! Feel free to take her!”He cupped her elbow. “Can I speak to you for a moment Miss Johnson? In private.” As he turned and led her toward the conference rooms, he leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Nice try Barb. Did you really you could just slink out of the house and I of all people wouldn’t notice?”Instead of answering his question, she said, “I’m surprised any of the staff even knows that you’re a McAllister.”“Of course they know who I am,” he shot back.He knew she was seething, but that was just fine with him, because he was just as ticked off.They entered the conference room and she immediately jerked her arm away from him.“How dare you?” she said through clenched teeth. “You have the nerve to show up here, while I’m working, for what? Why are you here Andrew?”“I think you know why I’m here Constance.” He crossed his arms. “I never would have figured you to be someone to run scared.”“I’m not running from anything.”“You’re running from what happened last night. You wouldn’t even let me apologize.”“Look, don’t waste your breath on an apology Andrew. It was just a kiss. It happened, it was a mistake. Let’s just forget it.”Sometimes he wanted to shake the woman. Instead he just said, “Fine, consider it forgotten.”“Fine.”“Fine!”He turned to leave then looked back at her. “Have you eaten?”She stood there, looking confused by his seemingly random question.“What?” she asked.“You were in such a hurry to get away this morning, I imagine you didn’t have time to eat.”She shook her head. “Why do you care Andrew?”“I’d rather not have you passing out while you’re here. Pops would never let me hear the end of it.”At the mention of her grandfather, he noticed an odd expression flash across her face, then she seemed to relent. “No, I haven’t eaten yet.”“I’ll be back around noon to pick you up for lunch.”“Just like that? You don’t ask? You just come in here barking orders like some Neanderthal.”He blew out a frustrated breath. “Constance, I’ll be back here around noon. Would you please allow me to pick you up and take you to get some food?”“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?”“Constance?” She was pushing his buttons again.“Fine. Yes Andrew, I’ll be ready. Don’t worry, you won’t need to club me over the head and drag me off to lunch.”He shook his head and turned to leave. “See you later.”
Love After War, coming Valentine's Day Weekend. Now availalbe for preorder.
December 30, 2014
Book Spotlight: Fire Me Up by Kimberly Kincaid
Today I'm sharing an excerpt from Fire Me Up by Kimberly Kincaid!
Fire Me Up
If You Can’t Stand The Heat…
Teagan O’Malley can handle a crisis. She’s a paramedic, it’s her job. But she never expected to land in the kitchen of her father’s pub, with no notice, no cash, and no room for error. The kitchen is not her favorite place. Lucky for her, she just scraped a bad-boy chef off the pavement after a motorcycle accident—and something about him says he can turn up the heat in more ways than one. Adrian Holt has had a rough few years, and he’s not eager to get tangled up in anything more complicated than a good risotto. But with a broken arm and a head full of bad memories, he needs a challenge to keep him sane. Teagan’s dare-me attitude and smoldering mess of a bar are just what the doctor ordered. And the two of them together might cook up some even better medicine…
Excerpt:
“You are stuck with me in here, Red.”For a second, Teagan couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. But then she dropped her eyes to Adrian’s finger, still hot on her lips. She reached up to wrap her hand around his, moving it from her mouth as she stepped in close enough to erase any daylight between them.“Did you just shush me so you could say your piece?” Adrian paused, his body going rigid against hers even though his gaze didn’t waver. “I guess I did.”“Mmm.” Teagan pressed up on her toes, relishing the taste of his shock as she brushed her mouth over his. “I’ll let you slide exactly once, but if you make a habit of it, you will be sorry.”He drew back, but only enough to pin her with a wide-eyed stare. “You’re going to let me help you?”Something that had no name loosened in her chest, and she felt her body slowly unwind against the strength of his frame as she tucked herself into his left side. Suddenly, it didn’t matter that the words bubbling up from inside her were ones that would normally scare her to death. Right now, for the first time since she’d walked into the Double Shot to find her father half-passed out behind the bar, Teagan wasn’t scared at all. “Yeah, Superman,” she said, wrapping her arms around the broad expanse of Adrian’s shoulders and holding on tight. “I’m going to let you help me.”
Fire Me Up coming January 27th!
Get it now on preorder!
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00L1K6WYQ/ref=s9_simh_gw_p351_d0_i3?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_s=desktop-1&pf_rd_r=0MZPWFYS0PE6WMN015HC&pf_rd_t=36701&pf_rd_p=1970559082&pf_rd_i=desktop
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fire-me-up-kimberly-kincaid/1119437338?ean=9781420136562
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/fire-me-up/id890074670?mt=11
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/books/fire-me-up-2/oATNSleMiE-kWkGl3zUDoA?MixID=oATNSleMiE-kWkGl3zUDoA&PageNumber=1&MixID=oATNSleMiE-kWkGl3zUDoA&PageNumber=1
Author bio: Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance that splits the difference between sexy and sweet. When she's not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as "The Pleather Bomber", she can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up anything from enchiladas to éclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose in a book. Kimberly is a 2011 RWA Golden Heart® finalist who lives (and writes!) by the mantra that food is love. Her digital Line series is all about the hot cops and sexy chefs of Brentsville, New York. She is also the author of the Pine Mountain series, which follows small town singles as they find big-time love. Kimberly resides in Virginia with her wildly patient husband and their three daughters. Visit her any time at www.kimberlykincaid.com or come check her out on Facebook (www.facebook.com/kimberly.kincaid1) and Twitter (@kimberlykincaid).
Fire Me Up
If You Can’t Stand The Heat…
Teagan O’Malley can handle a crisis. She’s a paramedic, it’s her job. But she never expected to land in the kitchen of her father’s pub, with no notice, no cash, and no room for error. The kitchen is not her favorite place. Lucky for her, she just scraped a bad-boy chef off the pavement after a motorcycle accident—and something about him says he can turn up the heat in more ways than one. Adrian Holt has had a rough few years, and he’s not eager to get tangled up in anything more complicated than a good risotto. But with a broken arm and a head full of bad memories, he needs a challenge to keep him sane. Teagan’s dare-me attitude and smoldering mess of a bar are just what the doctor ordered. And the two of them together might cook up some even better medicine…
Excerpt:
“You are stuck with me in here, Red.”For a second, Teagan couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. But then she dropped her eyes to Adrian’s finger, still hot on her lips. She reached up to wrap her hand around his, moving it from her mouth as she stepped in close enough to erase any daylight between them.“Did you just shush me so you could say your piece?” Adrian paused, his body going rigid against hers even though his gaze didn’t waver. “I guess I did.”“Mmm.” Teagan pressed up on her toes, relishing the taste of his shock as she brushed her mouth over his. “I’ll let you slide exactly once, but if you make a habit of it, you will be sorry.”He drew back, but only enough to pin her with a wide-eyed stare. “You’re going to let me help you?”Something that had no name loosened in her chest, and she felt her body slowly unwind against the strength of his frame as she tucked herself into his left side. Suddenly, it didn’t matter that the words bubbling up from inside her were ones that would normally scare her to death. Right now, for the first time since she’d walked into the Double Shot to find her father half-passed out behind the bar, Teagan wasn’t scared at all. “Yeah, Superman,” she said, wrapping her arms around the broad expanse of Adrian’s shoulders and holding on tight. “I’m going to let you help me.”
Fire Me Up coming January 27th!
Get it now on preorder!
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00L1K6WYQ/ref=s9_simh_gw_p351_d0_i3?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&pf_rd_s=desktop-1&pf_rd_r=0MZPWFYS0PE6WMN015HC&pf_rd_t=36701&pf_rd_p=1970559082&pf_rd_i=desktop
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/fire-me-up-kimberly-kincaid/1119437338?ean=9781420136562
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/fire-me-up/id890074670?mt=11
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/books/fire-me-up-2/oATNSleMiE-kWkGl3zUDoA?MixID=oATNSleMiE-kWkGl3zUDoA&PageNumber=1&MixID=oATNSleMiE-kWkGl3zUDoA&PageNumber=1
Author bio: Kimberly Kincaid writes contemporary romance that splits the difference between sexy and sweet. When she's not sitting cross-legged in an ancient desk chair known as "The Pleather Bomber", she can be found practicing obscene amounts of yoga, whipping up anything from enchiladas to éclairs in her kitchen, or curled up with her nose in a book. Kimberly is a 2011 RWA Golden Heart® finalist who lives (and writes!) by the mantra that food is love. Her digital Line series is all about the hot cops and sexy chefs of Brentsville, New York. She is also the author of the Pine Mountain series, which follows small town singles as they find big-time love. Kimberly resides in Virginia with her wildly patient husband and their three daughters. Visit her any time at www.kimberlykincaid.com or come check her out on Facebook (www.facebook.com/kimberly.kincaid1) and Twitter (@kimberlykincaid).
PLAYING WITH THE DRUMMER RELEASE WEEK
The
Entertainment journalist Lita Matthews is on the verge of making it big. As in her-own-TV-show big. She just needs amazing inside scoop on the year’s hottest celebrity wedding. Instead, her big break is becoming a big nightmare—all thanks to rock star Rocky Cardano. Who apparently hasn’t gotten over what happened between them four years ago…
Rocky is pretty damn familiar with just how far Lita will go for a “scoop.” Hell, their unbelievably hot hook-up in Mexico years ago was the story of a lifetime. Rocky’s learned his lessons. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from the story—even if he has to seduce her to the point of distraction! But Lita has always had a way of getting under his skin. Only this time, he won’t be able to just walk away…
Excerpt:
They were still touching, from shoulders down to their thighs, bodies trading warmth in the slight chill of the night next to the lake. She was close enough to kiss, close enough for him to caress, and he bit back a groan when he recalled her curves. She was smooth muscle, silky skin, lush breasts that filled his palms with their delicious heavy weight. Rocky broke eye contact, taking the chicken-shit way out for a moment.He should move, get up and walk around, but he wasn’t going to do it. The big, horny bastard who made poor decisions was super-powered by tequila shots. That guy was like the Hulk, except that poor schmo in the movie couldn’t fuck without losing control, and when you were green with anger-management issues— that was a big problem. But Lita loved it when he lost control, and he enjoyed it when she took everything he had and begged for more.The silence between them wasn’t awkward, and it wasn’t empty. The drumbeat of what they were both contemplating was in time with the pounding of their hearts. His cock ached, strained against the fly of his jeans; his mouth salivated with the desire to taste her. Lita’s nipples were tight under the flimsy fabric of her tank top; they rose and fell like she’d been running. He was waiting for some sign that she was on board for them to both make a poor drunken decision.“I’m really sorry about Mexico…after Mexico,” Lita whispered as she looked up at him again, her breath warm against his mouth. He licked his lips, disappointed that he couldn’t taste her there.“Let’s not talk about it anymore.”“Do you believe me?”Rocky sighed slightly, cataloging the hope in her eyes that maybe they could put this behind them. He reached out a hand, allowing his fingers to trace the arc of her cheek, the side of her neck, dipping into the hollow of her throat and coming to rest on the curve of her breast.The tension was strung taut between them, but through it all, he realized that he owed her an answer before this went any further.“I’m just tired of fighting about it.”She closed her eyes briefly, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of his words or the effect of his gentle stroke against her flesh.“That’s not a great answer,” Lita said, opening her eyes again.She studied his face, her eyes processing each assessment she made, every calculation of pros, cons, and the absolutely insane. Rocky expected her to pull away, to end this detour and frolic into madness. He needed her to do what he could not do. He wanted her under him, around him. Wanted her in every way he’d had her those three days in Mexico, wanted to refresh those living memories with warm flesh, wet kisses, and pleasure. But he wouldn’t lie to get it.“It’s the best I can do,” he whispered.“I know for a fact that isn’t true.”“You’re right,” he said as he slid his other arm between them and around her waist. He tugged her upward, and the movement put her eye-to-eye, mouth-to-mouth with him. This was without a doubt the dumbest thing he’d ever done, drunk or sober, but it felt incredible. He’d dreamed about this, woken achy and hard from his subconscious fantasies that involved Lita, a hammock on the beach, and not a stitch of clothing in sight. “You are so goddam beautiful.”She inhaled quickly, her breath catching before stuttering out. “You’re drunk.”“Yep. Enough to tell you what I want.”“And what do you want?” Her eyes told him she knew what his answer would be. Her expression dared him to say it out loud.He ran a thumb over her lips, dipping in when she opened, a shiver racking him when her tongue swirled around the digit. “I want you.”Lita shifted, swinging a leg over him until she straddled his waist. On instinct, he moved his hands, cupping her ass and touching the sweet heaven of bare skin where her tiny skirt had shifted up. She leaned over him, mouth within kissing distance, one hand wrapped around his neck and the other around a long hank of his hair.“You don't even like me.”“I’m good at pretending.”She smiled, her eyes dark, smoky, tinged with mischief and softened by the tequila buzz. “For how long?”Rocky leaned closer, a gentle brush against her lips catching her laughter and then stopping it altogether with a deep, hot kiss. He sank into her mouth, using his tongue and his lips to coax her first moan of pleasure. He pulled back, making sure she saw how very serious he was.“For as long as it takes to make you come.”
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About the author:
Robin Covington loves to explore the theme of fooling around and falling in love in her bestselling books. When she’s not writing sexy, sizzling romance she’s collecting tasty man candy pics, indulging in a little comic book geek love, and obsessing over Dean Winchester. Don't send chocolate . . . send eye candy!
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A special message from Robin:
Friends –
I love a good Hollywood romance. The glamour. The sexy vibe of the opulent life. Add in the edgy, exciting world of rock-n-roll and I jump from “yes, please.” to “gimme, gimme” at the speed of Eddie Van Halen’s guitar riff on “Hot for Teacher”.
So writing about a broody, Alpha, reclusive drummer from the world’s most popular rock band and an entertainment journalist hell bent on getting her own TV show…was a ton of fun. Add in the fact that they have a combustible history and you’ve got a story I hope you cannot put down.
Warning: This book contains a sexy, Alpha rock star who just wants to be left alone and the gorgeous, super talented reporter who thinks that is the worst idea ever. When they are thrown together and forced to play nice, the competition begins in the bedroom but ends on the front page. The author is not responsible for spontaneous combustion of the reader.
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Entertainment journalist Lita Matthews is on the verge of making it big. As in her-own-TV-show big. She just needs amazing inside scoop on the year’s hottest celebrity wedding. Instead, her big break is becoming a big nightmare—all thanks to rock star Rocky Cardano. Who apparently hasn’t gotten over what happened between them four years ago…
Rocky is pretty damn familiar with just how far Lita will go for a “scoop.” Hell, their unbelievably hot hook-up in Mexico years ago was the story of a lifetime. Rocky’s learned his lessons. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from the story—even if he has to seduce her to the point of distraction! But Lita has always had a way of getting under his skin. Only this time, he won’t be able to just walk away…
Excerpt:
They were still touching, from shoulders down to their thighs, bodies trading warmth in the slight chill of the night next to the lake. She was close enough to kiss, close enough for him to caress, and he bit back a groan when he recalled her curves. She was smooth muscle, silky skin, lush breasts that filled his palms with their delicious heavy weight. Rocky broke eye contact, taking the chicken-shit way out for a moment.He should move, get up and walk around, but he wasn’t going to do it. The big, horny bastard who made poor decisions was super-powered by tequila shots. That guy was like the Hulk, except that poor schmo in the movie couldn’t fuck without losing control, and when you were green with anger-management issues— that was a big problem. But Lita loved it when he lost control, and he enjoyed it when she took everything he had and begged for more.The silence between them wasn’t awkward, and it wasn’t empty. The drumbeat of what they were both contemplating was in time with the pounding of their hearts. His cock ached, strained against the fly of his jeans; his mouth salivated with the desire to taste her. Lita’s nipples were tight under the flimsy fabric of her tank top; they rose and fell like she’d been running. He was waiting for some sign that she was on board for them to both make a poor drunken decision.“I’m really sorry about Mexico…after Mexico,” Lita whispered as she looked up at him again, her breath warm against his mouth. He licked his lips, disappointed that he couldn’t taste her there.“Let’s not talk about it anymore.”“Do you believe me?”Rocky sighed slightly, cataloging the hope in her eyes that maybe they could put this behind them. He reached out a hand, allowing his fingers to trace the arc of her cheek, the side of her neck, dipping into the hollow of her throat and coming to rest on the curve of her breast.The tension was strung taut between them, but through it all, he realized that he owed her an answer before this went any further.“I’m just tired of fighting about it.”She closed her eyes briefly, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of his words or the effect of his gentle stroke against her flesh.“That’s not a great answer,” Lita said, opening her eyes again.She studied his face, her eyes processing each assessment she made, every calculation of pros, cons, and the absolutely insane. Rocky expected her to pull away, to end this detour and frolic into madness. He needed her to do what he could not do. He wanted her under him, around him. Wanted her in every way he’d had her those three days in Mexico, wanted to refresh those living memories with warm flesh, wet kisses, and pleasure. But he wouldn’t lie to get it.“It’s the best I can do,” he whispered.“I know for a fact that isn’t true.”“You’re right,” he said as he slid his other arm between them and around her waist. He tugged her upward, and the movement put her eye-to-eye, mouth-to-mouth with him. This was without a doubt the dumbest thing he’d ever done, drunk or sober, but it felt incredible. He’d dreamed about this, woken achy and hard from his subconscious fantasies that involved Lita, a hammock on the beach, and not a stitch of clothing in sight. “You are so goddam beautiful.”She inhaled quickly, her breath catching before stuttering out. “You’re drunk.”“Yep. Enough to tell you what I want.”“And what do you want?” Her eyes told him she knew what his answer would be. Her expression dared him to say it out loud.He ran a thumb over her lips, dipping in when she opened, a shiver racking him when her tongue swirled around the digit. “I want you.”Lita shifted, swinging a leg over him until she straddled his waist. On instinct, he moved his hands, cupping her ass and touching the sweet heaven of bare skin where her tiny skirt had shifted up. She leaned over him, mouth within kissing distance, one hand wrapped around his neck and the other around a long hank of his hair.“You don't even like me.”“I’m good at pretending.”She smiled, her eyes dark, smoky, tinged with mischief and softened by the tequila buzz. “For how long?”Rocky leaned closer, a gentle brush against her lips catching her laughter and then stopping it altogether with a deep, hot kiss. He sank into her mouth, using his tongue and his lips to coax her first moan of pleasure. He pulled back, making sure she saw how very serious he was.“For as long as it takes to make you come.”
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December 21, 2014
Sample Sunday: Let Me Love You
Valerie Rhodes sat in Mellow Mocha, the local coffee shop, taking in all her surroundings. The college students in the corner, huddled together in what looked like the ultimate last minute cram session. The two girlfriends catching up on their mid-week 'girl talk'. The older couple sharing a turkey club sandwich. And then there was the gorgeous man, who always ordered the large coffee. Strong and black. Just like he looked. His name was Jaden. She'd heard it enough times when the barista called out his order. Jaden was the classic tall, dark and handsome. Her heart rate kicked up a notch every single time she saw him walk into Mellow Mocha. She usually saw him in the mornings before she went to work and on Saturdays, when she spent the morning relaxing. Sometimes he would come in on Saturdays too and do work on his laptop. And on the rare occasions that he acknowledged her presence with a nod or small smile, Valerie thought she would melt out of her chair. Like today. She was sitting in her favorite spot, the comfy love seat right next to the fireplace. It didn't matter what time of year it was, she loved sitting there. But her favorite time of year was right now, early winter, when it was just beginning to snow and finally cold enough for them to start lighting the fire place. It was the perfect spot to be in every time the door opened, letting in a blast of wind and snow flurries. It was also the perfect spot to people watch. More specifically, it was the perfect spot to watch for when Jaden walked in. She'd just got done paying for her drink when he came in. He shook his arms to warm up, then headed for the counter toward her. She headed for her seat and as they crossed paths, he looked down and smiled at her. She'd shyly returned his smile then shuffled off to the love seat to sit and wait for the barista to call her name and drink order so she could go back and get it. She reached in her bag and pulled out the mystery novel she was currently reading. She was several pages in and completely engrossed when she heard her drink order being called out. "Chai tea latte with a shot of peppermint." The warm smoky voice clearly did not belong to the barista who'd taken her order. She slowly peered over her book to see Jaden standing over her, holding her cup out in front of her, with a heart-stopping smile on his face. She sat there looking at him for a moment, in slight shock. In the year and a half that she'd been frequenting Mellow Mocha, she couldn't recall him saying more than an occasional hello to her. He smiled then said, "Our drinks were ready at the same time, so I figured I'd save a trip. You look so into your book." Finally, she reached up and took the cup from him. Her fingers brushed against his slightly and she felt a jolt rush through her body. "Thank you," she said quietly. "No problem..." he tilted his head to the side to look at the name on her cup, "Valerie?" She nodded. "Yeah, that's me Valerie." "Is that your real name?" She looked up at him wide-eyed. "Excuse me?" He shrugged. "I've heard people sometimes like to give different names when they give their drink order." She shook her head. "Valerie is my real name." He nodded. "Good to know. I'm Jaden." I already know, she thought, but didn't say out loud. Instead she said, "Nice to meet you, Jaden." "It's nice to meet you too. Well, nice to finally officially meet you." They stared at each other for another awkward moment before he cleared his throat and said, "Well, I won't keep you from your book any longer." She nodded and held up her cup. "Thanks again for bringing this to me." "Anytime," he said with a smile. As he began to walk away, he nodded his head toward the book in her hands. "That's a great book by the way." She looked at him and smiled. "You've read this?" He stopped then walked back toward her. "Oh yeah, I've read that entire series." "Really? I just started." "How are you liking it?" he asked. He gestured toward the chair facing her. "May I?" "Of course!" She hoped she didn't sound too eager for him to be joining her. Jaden sat down, took a sip of his coffee then said, "I've read the new one already." "Get out of town!" Valerie said, slamming her book down on the coffee table in between them. "How is that even possible? It doesn't come out for another two weeks!" Jaden leaned forward and crooked his finger to lean in toward him. Almost through no volition of her own, she moved forward until they were nearly nose to nose. "I've got a secret," he said, in a hushed tone. "What?" she breathed, nearly trembling at the feel of his warm breath so close to hers. He pressed his lips near her ear and whispered, "The author's agent is my best friend." Valerie leaned back and looked into his dark eyes. She watched as a sexy grin spread across his lips. "You...you know J.T. Cruise's agent?" Jaden sat back and smiled at her. "Been thick as thieves since elementary school." He held his hand out to her. "Jaden Coleman, at your service." She took his hand, and that small jolt she felt earlier was now a full blown spark. "Val...Valerie Rhodes," she said. "And what is it that you do, Valerie Rhodes?" he asked, caressing the back of her hand with his thumb. "I'm the manager at the bank down the street." "A bank manager?" he said nodding, "That sounds..." "Incredibly boring?" she said, finishing his sentence and finally pulling her hand away. He grinned sheepishly and she laughed out loud. "It's all right. That's the general assumption about my job. But there's a lot more to it than most people think." He nodded. "I'll just have to take your word for it. How long have you been a manager there?" "About three years. I was assistant manager for two before that." "And you enjoy what you do?" "Yes, I do. I received my Master's in Finance. I love numbers." "Well, it certainly sounds like it." "What is it that you do, Jaden?" He opened his mouth to speak, when the beeping of his cell phone interrupted him. "I'm sorry, I have to take this. Will you excuse me?" "Of course," she replied. He stood and walked away before answering the phone. She watched him as he spoke into the phone. A shadow crossed his face then a few moments later he hung up. He walked back over quickly. "Speaking of work, duty calls. Perhaps we can finish this conversation another time." "Sure," she said smiling. He picked up his coffee. "I'm looking forward to it. Goodbye Valerie." "Bye Jaden."
December 14, 2014
Sample Sunday: From Love After War
Good morning guys! Today I'm sharing a sample from my upcoming book Love After War, coming this February! It's available for preorder right now, on sale for $2.99!
“What are we doing here Andrew?” Connie asked annoyed. “This is where we’re having lunch,” he replied simply. “You still eat pizza don’t you?”They were standing in the waiting area of Uno Chicago Grill, simply known as Uno’s in the area. It looked a lot like a pizzeria they use to go to as kids in the summer in Galveston. She wondered if he’d brought her here on purpose. “Yes, I still eat pizza but-”“Great, here comes the hostess to sit us.”The lady barely looked at Connie, she was so busy eyeballing Drew. And flirting just a tad too much. “Can I get you anything to drink honey?” she cooed, while brushing her hand up and down his shoulder.“Constance?”“What?” she asked, tearing her glare away from the woman.He tried to hide the smirk on his face. “What would you like to drink?”“Iced tea. Sweet.”“I’ll have the same thing,” he said never taking his eyes off of Connie. “Ice tea. Sweet.”“I’m sure it’s not as sweet as you.”“I’m hardly sweet,” he replied, causing the hostess to laugh a little too hysterically and all but throw herself into Drew’s lap.After she was done fawning over Drew, she sauntered off, with an exaggerated sway of her hips. Connie couldn’t wipe the scowl off of her face and Drew was about to say something when Miss Laughs-a-lot returned. “Joss will be your waitress today, but if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”Connie watched as the woman slipped a piece of paper down in front of him.She rolled her eyes as the woman walked away.“Unbelievable,” Connie murmured.“What is?”“That woman. She was throwing herself all over you Andrew.”He shrugged. “I suppose she was a little flirty.”Connie laughed. “A little flirty? Andrew please! She was two seconds away from giving you a lap dance right in front of me. And she didn’t acknowledge me once. It was as if I wasn’t even here. For all she knew I could have been your date or girlfriend, but she didn’t care.”“But you do?”“Excuse me?”“Well, you’re not my girlfriend. And technically this isn’t a date, just lunch. So why do you care if some hostess flirts with me?”“You are completely incorrigible! It’s simply rude of her to flirt with a man in front of lady company. And it’s just bad customer service to ignore patrons. Besides that, I don’t care, who flirts with you or whom you flirt with.”“Ah but that’s the thing! I didn’t flirt with her. In fact, if I recall, I never took my eyes off of you.”She opened her mouth to argue, but she couldn’t because he was right. He’d barely seemed to notice the hostess.“Well-”“If I didn’t know any better, Barb, I’d say you were jealous.”He watched as the color rose up her neck and filled her cheeks. “Andrew McAllister, I am not jealous of some floozy hitting on you!”He chuckled, and then said, “‘The lady doth protest too much, methinks!’”She scoffed. “Quoting Hamlet does not make you cute.”“So what does make me cute?”She threw a napkin at him and he laughed out loud.Joss, the waitress, showed up then and took their orders. She was clearly a young girl, probably a college student and was completely enamored with Drew as well. Thankfully, she wasn’t shameless like the hostess. The poor girl could barely speak. She kept looking at Connie and stealing glances toward Drew, as if he were the sun and just too bright to look at directly.Drew ordered for them remembering exactly how Connie liked her pizza. Another thing from their past, she’d thought. But she let it slide this time, because the poor girl nearly knocked over their glasses of iced tea. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized to them both.“It’s alright,” he said to her.Connie nodded. “Don’t worry honey, no harm done.”The girl scuffled off to put in their orders and Connie couldn’t help but laugh.“The great Andrew McAllister, turning women all over the place into crazed fools.”“Except you,” he said sarcastically.If only you knew, she thought.“I’m not the only one causing trouble in here,” he said interrupting her thoughts.“What in the world are you talking about?”“The man sitting at the table behind you, at your five o’clock.”Connie used the excuse of tucking her hair behind her ear to glance over her shoulder and caught a man averting his eyes from their direction.“He’s been staring at your legs, since you walked past him.”“What? That’s ridicu-”“The man at the table behind me, at your two o’clock.”He waited for her to glance over his shoulder and then look back at him.“Well,” he said slightly annoyed, “Let’s just say he’s been looking a little bit North of your legs, South of your neck.”She gasped at what he was implying.“How could you know that?” she asked.“Part of my job is to make sure I know everything going on in my surroundings.”“Well, I guess you do your job pretty well.”He shrugged. “I’m still alive.” There was something in the tone of his voice when he said those words. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought it sounded like remorse.
“What are we doing here Andrew?” Connie asked annoyed. “This is where we’re having lunch,” he replied simply. “You still eat pizza don’t you?”They were standing in the waiting area of Uno Chicago Grill, simply known as Uno’s in the area. It looked a lot like a pizzeria they use to go to as kids in the summer in Galveston. She wondered if he’d brought her here on purpose. “Yes, I still eat pizza but-”“Great, here comes the hostess to sit us.”The lady barely looked at Connie, she was so busy eyeballing Drew. And flirting just a tad too much. “Can I get you anything to drink honey?” she cooed, while brushing her hand up and down his shoulder.“Constance?”“What?” she asked, tearing her glare away from the woman.He tried to hide the smirk on his face. “What would you like to drink?”“Iced tea. Sweet.”“I’ll have the same thing,” he said never taking his eyes off of Connie. “Ice tea. Sweet.”“I’m sure it’s not as sweet as you.”“I’m hardly sweet,” he replied, causing the hostess to laugh a little too hysterically and all but throw herself into Drew’s lap.After she was done fawning over Drew, she sauntered off, with an exaggerated sway of her hips. Connie couldn’t wipe the scowl off of her face and Drew was about to say something when Miss Laughs-a-lot returned. “Joss will be your waitress today, but if you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”Connie watched as the woman slipped a piece of paper down in front of him.She rolled her eyes as the woman walked away.“Unbelievable,” Connie murmured.“What is?”“That woman. She was throwing herself all over you Andrew.”He shrugged. “I suppose she was a little flirty.”Connie laughed. “A little flirty? Andrew please! She was two seconds away from giving you a lap dance right in front of me. And she didn’t acknowledge me once. It was as if I wasn’t even here. For all she knew I could have been your date or girlfriend, but she didn’t care.”“But you do?”“Excuse me?”“Well, you’re not my girlfriend. And technically this isn’t a date, just lunch. So why do you care if some hostess flirts with me?”“You are completely incorrigible! It’s simply rude of her to flirt with a man in front of lady company. And it’s just bad customer service to ignore patrons. Besides that, I don’t care, who flirts with you or whom you flirt with.”“Ah but that’s the thing! I didn’t flirt with her. In fact, if I recall, I never took my eyes off of you.”She opened her mouth to argue, but she couldn’t because he was right. He’d barely seemed to notice the hostess.“Well-”“If I didn’t know any better, Barb, I’d say you were jealous.”He watched as the color rose up her neck and filled her cheeks. “Andrew McAllister, I am not jealous of some floozy hitting on you!”He chuckled, and then said, “‘The lady doth protest too much, methinks!’”She scoffed. “Quoting Hamlet does not make you cute.”“So what does make me cute?”She threw a napkin at him and he laughed out loud.Joss, the waitress, showed up then and took their orders. She was clearly a young girl, probably a college student and was completely enamored with Drew as well. Thankfully, she wasn’t shameless like the hostess. The poor girl could barely speak. She kept looking at Connie and stealing glances toward Drew, as if he were the sun and just too bright to look at directly.Drew ordered for them remembering exactly how Connie liked her pizza. Another thing from their past, she’d thought. But she let it slide this time, because the poor girl nearly knocked over their glasses of iced tea. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized to them both.“It’s alright,” he said to her.Connie nodded. “Don’t worry honey, no harm done.”The girl scuffled off to put in their orders and Connie couldn’t help but laugh.“The great Andrew McAllister, turning women all over the place into crazed fools.”“Except you,” he said sarcastically.If only you knew, she thought.“I’m not the only one causing trouble in here,” he said interrupting her thoughts.“What in the world are you talking about?”“The man sitting at the table behind you, at your five o’clock.”Connie used the excuse of tucking her hair behind her ear to glance over her shoulder and caught a man averting his eyes from their direction.“He’s been staring at your legs, since you walked past him.”“What? That’s ridicu-”“The man at the table behind me, at your two o’clock.”He waited for her to glance over his shoulder and then look back at him.“Well,” he said slightly annoyed, “Let’s just say he’s been looking a little bit North of your legs, South of your neck.”She gasped at what he was implying.“How could you know that?” she asked.“Part of my job is to make sure I know everything going on in my surroundings.”“Well, I guess you do your job pretty well.”He shrugged. “I’m still alive.” There was something in the tone of his voice when he said those words. If she didn’t know any better, she would have thought it sounded like remorse.
December 5, 2014
Love's Taken Over: Chapter 1
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But here is chapter one from my latest completed WIP Love's Taken Over.
Chapter 1
"This can't happen again.""I agree."Scarlette Jameson stopped rolling her stocking up her leg and looked over her shoulder at the gorgeous man sitting up in bed against the headboard with his hands clasped behind his head. Officer Marcus Harris oozed sex appeal like no other man Scarlette had met. If she were honest with herself, she was surprised that they had gone this long without having sex. They'd known each other for over a year now. Marcus' partner, Jaden and Scarlette's best friend, Valerie just gotten married.Which was how they'd ended up in Marcus' hotel suite, hours after the wedding reception.Scarlette openly admired Marcus' chiseled body. Her eyes roamed across hard pecs, down to his tight abs and even further down to the sheet that covered the part of his body that had her screaming "Officer Harris" not even an hour ago. She watched as the sheet tented upward by his twitching erection.The man was insatiable."You keep staring at it like that, I'm going to think you want to go another round."Scarlette's eyes snapped back up to Marcus' face and she actually found herself blushing. It was very rare that a man could make Scarlette blush.She turned back around and hooked her garter to her stocking, then slid her feet into her stiletto pumps."So what happens now?" Scarlette asked Marcus.Marcus shrugged. "I don't see why anything has to change between us," Marcus replied."Right," Scarlette said. "It's just a little sex."Scarlette had discovered early on that, like her, Marcus didn't do long term relationships. She figured that was the reason they got along so well. They had similar personalities and outlooks on life. Neither of them were looking to be tied down to anyone, they just wanted to enjoy life.They occasionally hung out with each other when neither of them had plans or felt like going out. Or they would escort each other to events when they didn't feel like searching for a date. They always had a fun together.Seems like we had a little too much fun tonight, Scarlette thought."Yeah, it's just sex," Marcus agreed.Scarlette finished getting dressed then leaned down and picked up the handcuffs that were on the floor.She wondered how many other women he'd used them on, then thought better of it. That wasn't something she cared about. She turned to face Marcus, giving him a saucy grin."You certainly don't want to forget these," Scarlette said, tossing the handcuffs in Marcus' direction. They sailed through the air and reached out and he caught them with one hand."Nope, can't forget these," he said, his voice tempting her to climb back in the bed and put the cuffs to use again."They weren't too tight were they?" he asked, swinging them around one of his long fingers.She wanted to tell him that she'd used handcuffs in the bedroom before, but thought that was too much information to be sharing at the moment. It may not have been her first time using cuffs, but it had certainly been her first time using them with a real officer of the law. There was something extra erotic about that fact.It was on the tip of her tongue to say next time she'd had to put the cuffs on him. But she stopped herself. There wouldn't be a next time.Like she'd said, it couldn't happen again. One night together was fine, they could write it off as just having a good time. One night was just sex like they'd said. But anything more than that went into to murky territory, and then things got complicated. That was the last thing Scarlette wanted where Marcus was concerned. Marcus stood, letting the sheet fall to the ground. Scarlette's eyes drifted back down to below his waist, as he walked toward her."I had a great time tonight," Marcus said, stopping in front of Scarlette."I did too," Scarlette said, finally looking Marcus in the eye."So I guess I'll see you around?"Scarlette nodded and gave him a saucy grin. "Definitely."They stood there in silence for a heated moment, before Marcus reached out and grabbed Scarlette by the waist and yanked her against his body, then dropped his mouth down onto hers. She willingly opened her mouth under his and soon their tongues were dueling and mating. Scarlette finally broke the kiss, tearing her mouth from his and inhaling deeply to catch her breath. She backed away on wobbly legs, made even weaker by the sight of Marcus standing there in front of her, completely naked and completely confident. It was rare for a man to make her blush; it was even more rare to make her weak in the knees. "I'll see you around," Scarlette said, as she backed away. She hated the breathless sound of her voice, but she couldn't help herself. "You sure will," Marcus said, as side of his mouth tilted upward. Scarlette turned and headed toward the door. She didn't dare look back. All it would take was a hint of a smile and she knew she would be jumping back in the bed with him. He was clearly more than ready, willing and able to get things started again.
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Her scent lingered around him long after she was gone. It was everywhere. Of course, they'd made use of nearly every surface in his hotel suite, so it would stand to reason that her perfume would saturate the room. It was most potent in his bed. It filled his nostrils and his mind with flashbacks of their lovemaking.He was surprised that sex with Scarlette had such a lasting effect on him. He'd had his share of women where he almost forgot about the experience before he was out the door. It wasn't that he never had exceptional bed partners; he just enjoyed it in the moment and once they were done he had no need to hang on to memories. He just moved on.Like he was going to do now. Scarlette was right. They couldn't sleep together again. It didn't matter that the sex was great. Ok...It was more than great. It was the best sex he'd ever had with a woman.But over the last year, Marcus had developed a friendship of sorts with Scarlette. He felt like she was his equal in ways a lot of other people didn't understand, and he didn't have too many female friends. Often times he went to her for advice on other women. He wondered if that dynamic of their relationship would change now that they'd been intimate. He'd told her that he didn't see why things had to change and she'd agreed.Scarlette wasn't looking to get involved seriously any more than he was. They could certainly spend one night together and then go back to just being friends. They'd been having fun. Friends had fun, he reasoned. Marcus slid underneath the covers and was once again assaulted by Scarlette's scent. He grew even harder and began to think that maybe he should have taken her one last time. He looked at his phone on the nightstand. He knew if he called her, he could probably convince her to come back for one more...He shook his head. He'd never considered calling a one night stand back. And that's what he had to think of this as. He reminded himself that it was something they both agreed was best. Too bad he couldn't convince the lower part of his body to stop thinking of Scarlette.
After nearly an hour of tossing and turning, Marcus sat up in bed. He scrubbed his hand down his face and looked at his phone again. "To hell with it," he murmured before reached over and snatching up the phone. He went to his favorites section of his contacts and clicked on her name. He smiled at the tiny picture of her smiling face. He couldn't even remember when he took the photo, but it was in a rare candid moment, when she'd been laughing in a carefree manner.He warred with himself on whether or not he should go through with actually calling her. He tried to convince himself that since they were friends it would be ok to call and make sure she'd arrived at her apartment safely. They'd only gotten the room for their spontaneous tryst. He decided later he might as well stay since the room was paid for. Marcus had offered for Scarlette to stay as well, but she'd said she didn't feel like that was a good idea. He didn't know why he'd even suggested she spend the night when he was usually the one making a beeline for the door. But with Scarlette, spending the night with her just felt right. In fact, it felt too right. Which was why he was glad Scarlette had turned him down and brought him back to reality.Marcus reasoned with himself that the real reason he wanted to hear Scarlette's voice was to make sure she'd made it home safe at such a late hour.Finally, compromising, he began to send her a text.You make it home ok?He sat there for several moments waiting for her response. Finally, his phone vibrated and he saw her response. Scarlette: Yes. Safe and sound. All warm and comfy in my bed. Marcus chuckled. You need some company?It was nothing new for Marcus to ask Scarlette something like that. They'd shamelessly flirted with each other from the very beginning. Of course, they'd never acted on any of their come ons. Until tonight. It made him wonder how she would respond. Would the dynamic of their relationship change?His question was answered several minutes later by the sound of his phone again. Scarlette: And let you miss out on spending the night in that luxurious suite?! I couldn't possibly let you waste your good money. The offer still stands. You can come back and share the room with me ;-) Scarlette: I'm going to bed now Marcus. You should too. Goodnight. Marcus chuckled and typed out one final response.Goodnight.That was the normal way their texts ended; him offering a dirty little comment and her blowing him off. He put his phone away and laid back down in the bed.Things would be fine. He would be back to normal in the morning.
But here is chapter one from my latest completed WIP Love's Taken Over.
Chapter 1
"This can't happen again.""I agree."Scarlette Jameson stopped rolling her stocking up her leg and looked over her shoulder at the gorgeous man sitting up in bed against the headboard with his hands clasped behind his head. Officer Marcus Harris oozed sex appeal like no other man Scarlette had met. If she were honest with herself, she was surprised that they had gone this long without having sex. They'd known each other for over a year now. Marcus' partner, Jaden and Scarlette's best friend, Valerie just gotten married.Which was how they'd ended up in Marcus' hotel suite, hours after the wedding reception.Scarlette openly admired Marcus' chiseled body. Her eyes roamed across hard pecs, down to his tight abs and even further down to the sheet that covered the part of his body that had her screaming "Officer Harris" not even an hour ago. She watched as the sheet tented upward by his twitching erection.The man was insatiable."You keep staring at it like that, I'm going to think you want to go another round."Scarlette's eyes snapped back up to Marcus' face and she actually found herself blushing. It was very rare that a man could make Scarlette blush.She turned back around and hooked her garter to her stocking, then slid her feet into her stiletto pumps."So what happens now?" Scarlette asked Marcus.Marcus shrugged. "I don't see why anything has to change between us," Marcus replied."Right," Scarlette said. "It's just a little sex."Scarlette had discovered early on that, like her, Marcus didn't do long term relationships. She figured that was the reason they got along so well. They had similar personalities and outlooks on life. Neither of them were looking to be tied down to anyone, they just wanted to enjoy life.They occasionally hung out with each other when neither of them had plans or felt like going out. Or they would escort each other to events when they didn't feel like searching for a date. They always had a fun together.Seems like we had a little too much fun tonight, Scarlette thought."Yeah, it's just sex," Marcus agreed.Scarlette finished getting dressed then leaned down and picked up the handcuffs that were on the floor.She wondered how many other women he'd used them on, then thought better of it. That wasn't something she cared about. She turned to face Marcus, giving him a saucy grin."You certainly don't want to forget these," Scarlette said, tossing the handcuffs in Marcus' direction. They sailed through the air and reached out and he caught them with one hand."Nope, can't forget these," he said, his voice tempting her to climb back in the bed and put the cuffs to use again."They weren't too tight were they?" he asked, swinging them around one of his long fingers.She wanted to tell him that she'd used handcuffs in the bedroom before, but thought that was too much information to be sharing at the moment. It may not have been her first time using cuffs, but it had certainly been her first time using them with a real officer of the law. There was something extra erotic about that fact.It was on the tip of her tongue to say next time she'd had to put the cuffs on him. But she stopped herself. There wouldn't be a next time.Like she'd said, it couldn't happen again. One night together was fine, they could write it off as just having a good time. One night was just sex like they'd said. But anything more than that went into to murky territory, and then things got complicated. That was the last thing Scarlette wanted where Marcus was concerned. Marcus stood, letting the sheet fall to the ground. Scarlette's eyes drifted back down to below his waist, as he walked toward her."I had a great time tonight," Marcus said, stopping in front of Scarlette."I did too," Scarlette said, finally looking Marcus in the eye."So I guess I'll see you around?"Scarlette nodded and gave him a saucy grin. "Definitely."They stood there in silence for a heated moment, before Marcus reached out and grabbed Scarlette by the waist and yanked her against his body, then dropped his mouth down onto hers. She willingly opened her mouth under his and soon their tongues were dueling and mating. Scarlette finally broke the kiss, tearing her mouth from his and inhaling deeply to catch her breath. She backed away on wobbly legs, made even weaker by the sight of Marcus standing there in front of her, completely naked and completely confident. It was rare for a man to make her blush; it was even more rare to make her weak in the knees. "I'll see you around," Scarlette said, as she backed away. She hated the breathless sound of her voice, but she couldn't help herself. "You sure will," Marcus said, as side of his mouth tilted upward. Scarlette turned and headed toward the door. She didn't dare look back. All it would take was a hint of a smile and she knew she would be jumping back in the bed with him. He was clearly more than ready, willing and able to get things started again.
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Her scent lingered around him long after she was gone. It was everywhere. Of course, they'd made use of nearly every surface in his hotel suite, so it would stand to reason that her perfume would saturate the room. It was most potent in his bed. It filled his nostrils and his mind with flashbacks of their lovemaking.He was surprised that sex with Scarlette had such a lasting effect on him. He'd had his share of women where he almost forgot about the experience before he was out the door. It wasn't that he never had exceptional bed partners; he just enjoyed it in the moment and once they were done he had no need to hang on to memories. He just moved on.Like he was going to do now. Scarlette was right. They couldn't sleep together again. It didn't matter that the sex was great. Ok...It was more than great. It was the best sex he'd ever had with a woman.But over the last year, Marcus had developed a friendship of sorts with Scarlette. He felt like she was his equal in ways a lot of other people didn't understand, and he didn't have too many female friends. Often times he went to her for advice on other women. He wondered if that dynamic of their relationship would change now that they'd been intimate. He'd told her that he didn't see why things had to change and she'd agreed.Scarlette wasn't looking to get involved seriously any more than he was. They could certainly spend one night together and then go back to just being friends. They'd been having fun. Friends had fun, he reasoned. Marcus slid underneath the covers and was once again assaulted by Scarlette's scent. He grew even harder and began to think that maybe he should have taken her one last time. He looked at his phone on the nightstand. He knew if he called her, he could probably convince her to come back for one more...He shook his head. He'd never considered calling a one night stand back. And that's what he had to think of this as. He reminded himself that it was something they both agreed was best. Too bad he couldn't convince the lower part of his body to stop thinking of Scarlette.
After nearly an hour of tossing and turning, Marcus sat up in bed. He scrubbed his hand down his face and looked at his phone again. "To hell with it," he murmured before reached over and snatching up the phone. He went to his favorites section of his contacts and clicked on her name. He smiled at the tiny picture of her smiling face. He couldn't even remember when he took the photo, but it was in a rare candid moment, when she'd been laughing in a carefree manner.He warred with himself on whether or not he should go through with actually calling her. He tried to convince himself that since they were friends it would be ok to call and make sure she'd arrived at her apartment safely. They'd only gotten the room for their spontaneous tryst. He decided later he might as well stay since the room was paid for. Marcus had offered for Scarlette to stay as well, but she'd said she didn't feel like that was a good idea. He didn't know why he'd even suggested she spend the night when he was usually the one making a beeline for the door. But with Scarlette, spending the night with her just felt right. In fact, it felt too right. Which was why he was glad Scarlette had turned him down and brought him back to reality.Marcus reasoned with himself that the real reason he wanted to hear Scarlette's voice was to make sure she'd made it home safe at such a late hour.Finally, compromising, he began to send her a text.You make it home ok?He sat there for several moments waiting for her response. Finally, his phone vibrated and he saw her response. Scarlette: Yes. Safe and sound. All warm and comfy in my bed. Marcus chuckled. You need some company?It was nothing new for Marcus to ask Scarlette something like that. They'd shamelessly flirted with each other from the very beginning. Of course, they'd never acted on any of their come ons. Until tonight. It made him wonder how she would respond. Would the dynamic of their relationship change?His question was answered several minutes later by the sound of his phone again. Scarlette: And let you miss out on spending the night in that luxurious suite?! I couldn't possibly let you waste your good money. The offer still stands. You can come back and share the room with me ;-) Scarlette: I'm going to bed now Marcus. You should too. Goodnight. Marcus chuckled and typed out one final response.Goodnight.That was the normal way their texts ended; him offering a dirty little comment and her blowing him off. He put his phone away and laid back down in the bed.Things would be fine. He would be back to normal in the morning.
