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Deb Julienne - Crashing Into Love

Welcome Deb Julienne and her steamy excerpt from the recently released multi-author anthology "Crashing Into Love".



A Splash of Romance by Deb Julienne.
Who knew a plane crash would lead to romance? Hannah Parks is a trauma nurse on her way to a symposium at the Sister Kenny Rehabilitation Institute. She just started her bucket list and a plane crash definitely isn't on it.  Oliver Lawson's divorce is final and he's looking to start over. A tropical island, a gorgeous woman. Romance is one thing, getting there as a result of a crash landing...who knew? 


EXCERPT:Something fun for Sheri's flaming blog!
Fun Facts about A Splash of Romance. I wrote a scene in which Hannah makes the acquaintance of a rather long and scary python. In real life, it was a 6 foot octopus. I'd gone as a parent chaperone on my daughter's science camp trip. We're in the observation area, listening to the docent tell us about all the aquatic critters they had. I felt something touch my right arm, thinking it was my daughter, but then I saw she was on my left...I turned and this long arm reached across me and grabbed my left boob. I think I was mentally channeling this situation when it came to write the scene below.
Oliver was taking a swim in the surf, when he came out, Hannah was gone...he called for her, but she didn't respond...he raced into the jungle, calling her name. She told him to stop, not come any further. She was in the middle of "poppin a squat" when a python grabbed her...by this point I'm drawing a blank. I had researched snakes of the area and had all sorts of colorful snakes in my file I had planned to use. I have no idea where the python came from, so I naturally hit the internet and typed in pythons in the South Pacific...this is what I got. I couldn’t stop laughing in order to get back to Hannah's terror...and you wonder why I write comedy...eeesh!


Here’s a snippet from “A Splash of Romance”:
When they finished lunch, Oliver excused himself and took a swim in the ocean. He had so much pent up energy he couldn’t stand it. The exertion felt great, just what he needed. He returned the shore only it was empty. “Hannah,” he called out. She didn’t respond. Racing out of the surf full speed, headed for the edge of the jungle. He pushed his way past the thick vegetation. He tripped on a vine, but caught himself.
“Hannah.”
He made if about thirty yards into the foliage, calling out, “Where are you?”
“Don’t come any closer, it might bite me.” Her voice was shaking.
“What are you talking about? Where are you?” He searched everywhere listening for a clue to her whereabouts.
“I’m about ten yards to your right. I-I was popping a squat when it grabbed me.” 
“You were what?” He went around a huge boulder and still didn’t see her.
“You know, shaking hands with my best mate.”
Oliver laughed at her use of the term.
“Stop laughing and tell me what to do? Hurry Oliver, I’m afraid to move.”
Oliver edged toward her voice, looking all around as he went, trying to figure out what she was talking about. Ever vigilant, he stepped cautiously as he moved closer.
“Say something.” He was getting closer.
“I’m over here.”
Oliver stopped where he was. His gaze fused with Hannah’s. She stood frozen in place. A fifteen foot python used its heat sensors along its jaw to check her out. He was well aware of their poor eyesight. It was a perfect specimen, with its beautiful dark brown and gold patterned skin, although somehow he didn’t think Hannah would share his love of snakes. It wasn’t squeezing her. He scanned the ground for a branch or stick he could use to free her before the thing decided it was hungry for her.
Stepping carefully, he edged closer. “When I get to you I’m going to use the stick I have to gently move it away from your stomach. You’re going to have to move slowly away from it. Luckily, it isn’t coiled around you. It’s playing with you. ”
“Playing my ass—how can you say that? I’m freaking out.” Her face was drained of all color.
He inched the last few steps. “No you’re not. You’re doing great. Remaining calm is the right thing to do. Just don’t make any abrupt movements. I’m almost there.” 
Hannah sniffed. 
He could see she was shaking. He had to move now. “Okay, now when you feel the weight of the snake move off you, step forward slowly and just keep walking toward the beach, I’ll be right behind you.”
“Oliver, I’m scared.” Her lips trembled.
“Don’t be. Almost there.” He raised the branch, it was as big around as a woman’s forearm and tucked it under the snake’s jaw, steering the head away from Hannah. When the head was about two feet from Hannah he whispered, “Now. Go!”
Hannah took three cautious steps then bolted, shoving her way through the foliage as fast as she could.
He moved the snake to the left and it slithered up the tree. He dropped the branch and ran after Hannah.
He barely broke through the jungle to the beach when she launched herself into his arms. “My plan worked. Glad the snake cooperated.”
“I’ve never been so scared. That was worse than the plane crash. I was trying to go to the bathroom before you came back, and it never entered my mind to keep an eye out for snakes. I barely managed to get my underwear up when it grabbed me.” Hannah shivered.
Oliver couldn’t stop laughing. She rambled like nitwit and shook something fierce. He did the only thing he could think of. He kissed her.
Hannah melted into his arms. He moved her away from the jungle walking her straight towards the surf. They didn’t stop until they were waist deep.
“Thank you.” Hannah stroked his cheek.
“For what? I should thank you for giving me the excuse to play your hero.”
Hannah kissed him again. Lost in her delicious kisses, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He squeezed her ass cheek. Her arms wrapped around his neck pulling her closer still.
Out of nowhere, a big wave slammed over the tops of their heads, knocking them to the ground, sending them body surfing onto the shore. Hannah’s lips never left his mouth. They lay in the surf, reminding him of the scene in the old movie with the couple necking as the waves surrounded their bodies. 
It was the hottest kiss of his life.



About Deb Julienne
While some say truth is stranger than fiction, Deb Julienne’s experience runs more along the lines of a slap-stick comedy; when life tosses you lemons the only thing to do is to turn it into Limoncello. Deb’s dream of being published came true with the release of her first book, SEX, LIES, AND BEAUTY AIDS, a romantic comedy, in March of 2014.
As a longtime member of both Romance Writers of America (RWA) and her local RWA Chapter, the Sacramento Valley Roses, she fills the hours she’s not writing romantic comedy and romantic suspense with her day job at a Silicon Valley Corporation and playing in the kitchen concocting her award-winning jams, jellies, preserves, and sauces (with alcohol of course). She resides in her own little bit of heaven in the Sierra Tahoe National Forest Basin, with her husband of 33 years, their three sons and one daughter, and two very precious grandkids.

Find Deb at:
Website:http://www.debjulienne.com
Facebook:https://www.facebook.com/pages/Deb-Julienne/752399544824095?ref=hl
Twitter:@debjulienne
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/debjulienne
  Buy Links:
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Crashing-into-Love-Daryl-Devore-ebook/dp/B00ZSXMZ02/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1434581355&sr=1-2&keywords=crashing+into+Love+Keir
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00ZSXMZ02?*Version*=1&*entries*=0
Createspace: https://www.createspace.com/5561133

Friday Flames is crashing with D'Ann Lindun!

Welcome D'Ann Lindun to Friday Flames!!
She's one of seven anthology authors who created  Crashing Into Love - stories of survival and love.

Get ready to heat up and enjoy the Flames!

Excerpt:
Gage edged between her legs and she lay back on the bed. He knelt and circled her lower legs with his arms. Pressing kisses along her right thigh, he moved up until his mouth covered her center. She arched and gasped when his tongue delved into her.
Her uninjured fingers curled into the blankets as he tormented her. “Gage.”
When he turned his wicked tongue to her clit, she raised her hips from the bed. The sensation became almost unbearable and she tightened her knees against his shoulders. Her lower stomach began to pinch and she knew it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge.
She cupped his neck and he responded with a long, deep tug on her clit. A scream ripped from her throat as she came for him. Her entire body shook from the intensity. Finally, his laving became almost painful and she scooted away. She covered her eyes with her arm and was surprised to find tears on her face.
He slid next to her and pulled her close. “You okay?”
“Amazed,” she managed.
His chuckle vibrated through her. “Me, too.”




BUY: http://www.amazon.com/Crashing-into-Love-Daryl-Devore-ebook/dp/B00ZSXMZ02/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1434510990&sr=1-2&keywords=crashing+into+love

Brenda Dyer - Crashing Into Love

I'd like to give a HUGE flaming welcome to my good friend
Brenda Dyer!
She and six other romance authors have completed a very unique anthology titled Crashing Into Love.

"Lost meets Romancing the Stone--action adventure, a dash of mystery, and romance to die for. 

Seven planes lift off…seven planes crash…seven stories of struggle, passion and love in the barren Canadian Wilderness, the coast of England, or the steamy heat of a tropical island. Romance hangs in the balance between survival and death."


Excerpt:
Somehow, someway, they’d escaped death again. First they survived the crash and the swim to shore. Now they survived a near fall over the cliff—and if he had gone over, she would have followed. He was everything to her. She could pretend until the damn cows decided they wanted to come home, or when pigs sprouted wings and flew like birds, that he was just her friend, but her heart knew the truth.
  Their lips were less than an inch apart. A loud peel of thunder, followed by a flash of lightning, made her jerk in his arms. He tightened his hold.
“Chad,” she whispered at the same time he spoke her name.
The mind-numbing fear flooding her veins morphed to lust. The power of her arousal burned, and she became acutely aware of the tightness of her jeans pressing against her aching clit. Her nipples chaffing as they puckered and rubbed against her wet bra. The heat of his intense stare roaming over her face. His firm muscles under her hands. Of their own accord, her fingers traveled over his wide shoulders and up his neck, where they tangled in his damp hair.
She gazed at his lips with a hunger she couldn’t deny any longer. Another flash of lightning lit up his face, and she sucked in a ragged breath when she saw the animalistic look in his eyes.
He wanted her. She didn’t know if it was because of his near-death experience, and she didn’t care.
Chad groaned. The next second, his lips crushed hers in a kiss that both excited and scared her. Their tongues danced and twined together. His two day’s worth of stubble scrapped her skin. Nothing she’d experienced thus far compared to this incredible moment. And every cell in her body rejoiced.
She turned, pushed him onto his back, and crawled on top. Holding his head, she kissed him with all her love and wild abandon. All the years of secretly wanting him came to the forefront, and nothing could stop her. Here, in this cave on this deserted island, she would finally have what she’d wanted since she was sixteen.
The storm, releasing its fury outside the opening, became white noise. The damn world could have fallen apart around her, and she still wouldn’t have been able to stop. His lips and tongue were the center of her universe. Nothing mattered but her and him, and the unbelievable pleasure building inside.
With their tongues duelling, she gripped the bottom of his wet shirt and pulled it up. She had to break lip contact for a millisecond so she could tug his shirt over his head. But the moment his arms slipped free from the sleeves, his mouth slanted over hers again.
She smoothed her palms over his hot, velvety skin, touching and exploring, reveling in the way his solid muscles formed hills, valleys, and deep ridges. Cupping his rounded pecs, she then thumbed his flat nipples until they peaked.
His body trembled under her palms, and he groaned into her mouth.
Christine broke their kiss and stared down at his bared upper body. The sight of his perfection stole her breath. For years she’d watched him on the big screen playing different characters, from medieval knights to a sexy Seal trying to save the planet. And each film, the directors made damn sure Chad appeared topless. His face and body filled the theater seats with women eye-humping him—and she couldn’t blame them. She did the same.
And for too many years, jealousy ate at her heart as the actresses playing alongside him touched and tasted him intimately.
Well, now it was finally her turn.




Other books by Brenda Dyer:





Buy Links for The Prophecy Series
Love’s Prophecy: Book #1Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00702YWF0
 Prophecy’s Child: Book #2Amazon:  http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E0R4230
 Prophecy’s Power: Book #3Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00KZ4JFIE
 Prophecy’s Language: Book #4 Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00VB0P84G

Crashing Into Love - with Jenna Jaxon

I'm very happy to welcome back Jenna Jaxon to the Mythic blog!
She's one of six contributing authors in the steamy romance anthology "Crashing Into Love".

Note: Giveaway:  e-copy of Only Scandal Will Do or Only Marriage Will Do (Winner’s Choice) - comment for a chance to win!!


     Take it away, Jenna!!
Crashing Through Time:  Surviving Memphis
There always seems to be a story behind the story in all the romances I write. Crashing Through Timeis no different, except this time the story happened to me and was a little bit more than terrifying.
This past February, around the time I started writing Crashing Through Time, my daughter and I flew to Memphis so she could audition for the University of Memphis.  The flight out was pretty routine; the flight home was a nightmare.
Our first leg was from Memphis to Minneapolis and it was delayed for a couple of hours due to snow. When we finally got on the plane, everything went fine, except our connecting flight was also delayed. At last, we boarded, pulled away from the gate, and stopped. The captain came over the loud speaker saying that there was a problem with one of the engines, but they were getting maintenance out to look at it and they should know something in about ten minutes.
Twenty minutes later, he came on and said maintenance had just gotten there and it should be about ten minutes to determine if it could be fixed quickly. Maybe forty minutes later he came on and said “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re pulling back into the jetway. We’re going to have to change planes.”
Once at the new gate, we boarded fairly quickly, took our seats, and watched as the sun sank into the Minneapolis horizon.  We pulled away from the gate, and stopped.  The captain came on the intercom, a touch of “I don’t believe this,’ in his voice, saying “Folks, we’re stopping because there is a problem with the left engine. We’ve called the maintenance people and they’re going to run some tests and see if it’s just a computer component or if it’s something else.”
I looked out the window to my left at the huge engine and said to myself, “We need a new plane.” My daughter and I exchanged a look, then went back to reading.
Finally, the captain came on and said, “Maintenance has changed the component and we are good for take-off.” I really would have preferred a new plane, but I tried to relax and held my daughter’s hand as we taxied down the runway.  The airplane lifted up, began to bank and immediately the cabin was filled with the smell of something burning.
I looked at my daughter, whose eyes were huge, most of the color having drained from her face, and said, “Do you smell that?” She nodded and I started looking around for a flight attendant, trying not to panic.
There were no flight attendants. (My daughter later confided to me that she thought they had all parachuted out of the plane to save themselves.)
I looked out the window to my left at the recently ill left engine and the one thought I had as I started saying a Hail Mary was at least it would be a quick death.
Then the captain came on the intercom and said, “Folks, there is nothing to be alarmed about. None of the instruments indicate any kind of a fire. This plane came out of a hangar and had not been in use for a while, so the odor you’re smelling is the dust and de-icer fluid burning off the engine.  That’s all.”
We both took a deep breath and sat back in our seats. My daughter later told me she had begun to hyper-ventilate, but didn’t tell me because she didn’t want to upset me. The rest of the flight was uneventful, thank God, and we arrived back safely if four hours late.


Shortly after this incident, I began to write Crashing Through Time and the first pages of the book are based on and inspired by the very scary events my daughter and I went through. In fact, the book is dedicated to my daughter: To Ellie:  Because we survived Memphis.
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CRASHING THROUGH TIME :
More than hearts can be broken when you crash through time.
Corrine MacGowan survives a plane crash only to fall down a hole in time. In 1868 Cornwall she faces the ultimate decision: Let the man she loves die, or save him and change history forever.
Excerpt:
The first indication for Corinne MacGowan that something had gone seriously wrong was the blue exhaust trailing from the small airplane engine directly to her left. Through the large windows of the sightseeing plane, she’d been avidly scanning the beautiful green fields of Cornwall some fifteen hundred feet below her when, out the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the dark puffs that rapidly became an ominous black stream.
Her heart gave a great thump and her body froze. Oh God! Oh God! Adrenaline shot through her, and she wrenched her gaze from the billowing smoke, scanning the cramped cabin to see if any of the other five passengers had seen it. Shit. No one else had noticed a damn thing.
Corrine snapped her attention toward the cockpit. “Captain!”
The word had barely left her mouth when the harsh, insistent beep of the alarm sounded throughout the tiny cabin.
“Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. Blue Skies T-RVR has engine failure. Forced landing imminent. Currently two miles east of St. Agnes. Repeat. Blue Skies...”
“Oh, my God. We’re going to crash.”
“We’re all gonna die.”
“Oh, God, oh, Jesus help me...” General shrieking dissolved into hysterical screams, curses, and weeping.
Heart now beating like a drumroll, Corrine glanced out the window. The beautiful green fields were now rushing toward her with a sickening certainty.
“Assume crash positions!”
She flopped forward, butting her head on the seat in front of her, and clutched her ankles. God, this couldn’t be happening.
Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee...
The alarms continued their deafening peal as the prayer ran through her head, and she held her breath and waited for impact.
She slammed forward, hitting her head again, so hard this time her teeth clicked despite her tightly clenched jaw. The plane bounced, fishtailed…and began to slow.
Alive. Thank God, they were still alive. Relief washed through her, so acute she went limp in her seat, simultaneously discovering an urgent need to pee. Cautiously, she raised her head, the chattering and crying all around her making it spin, although that could’ve been the result of that last bang into the seatback. The plane continued to slow, and the black smoke was now pouring out of the engine. Its propeller had stopped turning. Shit, it could still blow up at any minute.
She ripped the seatbelt free and bolted for the door directly behind her. One man was there before her, grasping the handle and twisting it viciously back and forth. The rest of the passengers crowded her, pushing her into the man, who still couldn’t get the damned door open.
“Ladies and gentlemen, take your seats please.” The captain shouted over his shoulder, still wrestling with the controls. “Let the airplane come to a complete stop!”
Corrine stared through the window at the billowing black smoke. Fuck that. She shoved past the man in front of her and wrenched his hand away from the handle. She grasped it, twisted it all the way up until she felt a click then pushed.
The door popped open so fast Corrine didn’t have time to let go. It swung away, pulling her out of the plane onto the wing over the failing engine. Acrid smoke wafted around her, stinging her eyes and nose. She took a breath and coughed, eyes streaming.
Fuck this.
The plane slowed drastically, though it bounced over the rough tufts of grass fast enough to shake Corrine until her teeth rattled. Adrenaline surged as she held her breath and jumped.

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Where you can find Jenna Jaxon:
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Jenna-Jaxon/146857578723570?ref=bookmarks https://twitter.com/Jenna_Jaxon
Other books by Jenna:
Only Scandal Will Do: http://www.amazon.com/Only-Scandal-Will-House-Pleasure-ebook/dp/B00IRITN3C/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&qid=1435845655&sr=8-3&keywords=jenna+jaxon
Only Marriage Will Do: http://www.amazon.com/Only-Marriage-Will-House-Pleasure-ebook/dp/B00ONTR82M/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1435845655&sr=8-1&keywords=jenna+jaxon
Betrothal: http://www.amazon.com/Betrothal-Time-Enough-Love-Book-ebook/dp/B00CF6UZFW/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1435845655&sr=8-4&keywords=jenna+jaxon
Betrayal: http://www.amazon.com/Betrayal-Book-Time-Enough-Love-ebook/dp/B00I4IKQ8G/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1435845655&sr=8-7&keywords=jenna+jaxon
Beleaguered: http://www.amazon.com/Beleaguered-Book-Time-Enough-Love-ebook/dp/B00LR5WDKC/ref=sr_1_5?ie=UTF8&qid=1435845655&sr=8-5&keywords=jenna+jaxon
Beloveds: http://www.amazon.com/Beloveds-Time-Enough-Love-Book-ebook/dp/B00YPPS5K8/ref=sr_1_8?ie=UTF8&qid=1435845655&sr=8-8&keywords=jenna+jaxon
Almost Perfect: http://www.amazon.com/Almost-Perfect-One-Night-Book-ebook/dp/B00R5JO8S4/ref=sr_1_13?ie=UTF8&qid=1435845655&sr=8-13&keywords=jenna+jaxon
7 Days of Seduction: http://www.amazon.com/7-Days-Seduction-Menage-Video-ebook/dp/B009VK5ZIM/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&qid=1435845655&sr=8-12&keywords=jenna+jaxonHog Wild: http://www.amazon.com/Wild-Sexy-Three-Twisted-Fairy-ebook/dp/B0052F3K64/ref=sr_1_18?ie=UTF8&qid=1435845920&sr=8-18&keywords=jenna+jaxon

My Sexy Saturday - Centaur Style!

Welcome to the 99thweek of My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme is Keeping It Sexy and we in the blog hop are thinking about all the wonderful things that lovers do to and for each other. Those special vacations, those sexy beach or mountain homes, or maybe it’s just a fun day at the spa. Or taking a ride in the latest spaceship or seeing the home they’ve built together for the very first time. 
There are things that all lovers do to keep their love fresh, alive, and inviting to each other. It’s all those special sexy environments that we’re talking about.
I'm sharing a tender scene from Remedy Maker, Book 1 of The Centaur series. Rhycious, a  shape-shifting Centaur physician, is...uh...going to examine Patience, his Wood Nymph patient:

“Rhycious!” she cried out, going for a scolding tone. But it came across like a sensual invitation.
His arm tightened around her waist, drawing her the wasted millimeter of space nearer. Patience’s mind spun. A man who wanted her was holding her in his arms. She closed her eyes. His mouth traveled up her throat, licking and sucking, until he settled over her lips once more. Persistent and demanding, his tongue slid along the seam until she complied and opened.
He charged right in like a Centaur warrior would, drawing her tongue into battle with his. Feinting and parrying, they slid sensuously against one another.
“My gods, Patience. You taste so damn good.”
And Rhycious tasted of pure Elysium, sending a tingle of exquisite warmth to a spot deep within her. A breathless tension coiled. “Your coffee tastes better than mine.”
His hand cupping her bottom alternated between kneading the cheek and rubbing sumptuous circles. The clench of desire increased between her thighs. She moaned her approval. His other hand traveled upward from her waist and settled under the heavy fall of hair, massaging the base of her skull.
Rhyciousbacked her up until her knees hit the couch and buckled. He followed her down, arranging her body to stretch out beneath him, his hips spreading her thighs wide. Leaning on one elbow, he used his free hand to push the hair off her face. His feral gleam intensified, and his tawny eyes bore into hers.

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Crash and Burn by Melissa Keir

Crashing Into Love:
Seven planes lift off…seven planes crash…seven stories of struggle, passion and love in the barren Canadian Wilderness, the coast of England, or the steamy heat of a tropical island. Romance hangs in the balance between survival and death.
Crash and Burn by Melissa Keir
Can Rob and Keira's second honeymoon lead to romance, or will it crash and burn?
On the verge of a divorce, Rob and Keira Matthews book a second honeymoon at the urging of their counselor. Unable to conceive, they've pushed each other away in an effort to protect their hearts. Will a romantic holiday be the ticket to love or a plane crash in disaster?


Rob leaned in. His lips caressed hers, tenderly showing the meaning behind his words. When he pulled back, she was eager for more. Her body felt on fire.
Their gazes locked. She stood, kicked off her shoes, and unfastened her jeans. She paused with her hands on her waist. It was powerful having his complete attention. His stare heated her skin.
“About me?” She arched her brow and wiggled her pants down over her hips then turned and bent over as they fell to the sand. Kicking them off her feet, she spun again. Her hands caressed her stomach, up and over her breasts, as she gently squeezed them through her shirt.
His lips parted as he drew in a sharp breath.
“Do you see something you like?” Feeling bold, she lifted her T-shirt over her head and threw it at her husband.
“Hey. Don’t block my view!” He tossed the shirt off to the side as he fumbled with his own jeans. Pulling them off, he laid on his side on the blanket in only his boxers tenting from his desire.
She unclasped her bra, letting it fall at her feet before shimmying out of her panties. Standing naked under the stars, her body still heated. Keira nibbled on her top lip.
“Run your hands over your nipples,” Rob whispered as he stripped off his boxers. “Gently squeeze them, make them firm and begging for my mouth.”
As she did what he commanded, her pussy clenched. Having him direct her actions, enflamed her desire. With her hands still fondling her breasts, she sauntered toward him. “Do you like this?”He reached out to touch her nipples, but she twisted away.
“Uh-uh.” She danced away from his hands. With her back to him, she bent over, proudly displaying her ass. Her right hand caressed the cheek. “You mad at me? Want to spank me?” Laughter flowed from her lips.
He stretched and grabbed his wife, pulling her down across his lap. His hand splayed on her mid-back, forcing her head down. “Tease me will you?” Smack.
“Hey!” She screamed and wiggled on her husband’s knee.
His hand rubbed the stinging side before air brushed over the bare cheek. Smack. The other side stung. Her clit throbbed for some attention of its own.

“No other woman compares to you.” Smack. “You’re the one who makes me hard.” Smack. Lifting her, he set her upright on his lap. “Can you feel how hard I am for you?” Holding on to her hips, he ground her pussy into his crotch.

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Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00ZSXMZ02?*Version*=1&*entries*=0

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Brace for Impact by Daryl DevoréWhat could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for rookie flight attendant, Lori, and sexy R.C.M.P. officer, Guy Lapierre? But Fate had other intentions.
Crashing into You by Lisa Kumar When Ashlee Trent meets handsome businessman Kaiden West on a plane to Australia, he eases her fears even as he sets her heart ablaze. But after their plane crashes into the ocean and they wash ashore, will the secrets surrounding him send their budding relationship into a nosedive?
Crashing Through Time by Jenna Jaxon The most dangerous thing about time travel is knowledge of the past: does she save him and change history, or let the tragic events play out and lose the love of her life?
More than hearts can be broken when you crash through time. 
Love Comes Crashing In by Brenda Dyer Best friends find love in each other's arms, but can that love survive reality?
Falling Hard by D'Ann Lindun He craves solitude to forget what a woman did to him. She needs one last chance before her career ends. Can a plane crash in the Canadian Rockies show them what really matters?
A Splash of Romance by Deb Julienne Who knew a plane crash would lead to romance? Hannah Parks is a trauma nurse on her way to a symposium at the Sister Kenny Rehabilitation Institute. She just started her bucket list and a plane crash definitely isn't on it.  Oliver Lawson's divorce is final and he's looking to start over. A tropical island, a gorgeous woman. Romance is one thing, getting there as a result of a crash landing...who knew? 



About Melissa Keir:
For my wedding in Vegas, my books and computer came with me but there wasn't enough room for my wedding shoes. It’s all about priorities! As an avid reader, I was probably born with a book in hand. Luckily my mom was also an avid reader, so it was easy to "borrow" her books when my books were finished.
I was reading from an early age about dashing men on horseback riding to the rescue of strong willed and capable women who didn't really need rescuing. I came to expect that women in fairy tales should have fought their own battles. When I was older, I found Margaret Atwood and realized that women could re-tell history in their own way and I experimented with changing those basic fairy tales.
Fortunately for me, my husband allows me the opportunity to be myself (spend my salary on books) and still takes care of the really important things for me like killing spiders and opening jars. As an elementary teacher, teaching children about the many worlds inside of books is a gift that I’m lucky enough to do for a living. Teaching the next generation to love reading is a lot of fun! Reading the right book can make a new world come alive!
Currently living in the suburbs of Ann Arbor, Michigan with my darling husband, way-too-grown-up children and spoiled dogs, I enjoy getting away through a book to escape the harsh winters or summer road construction.

I’d love to hear from you! www.melissakeir.com http://www.facebook.com/melissakeirwww.twitter/melissa_keir

Crashing Into Love - with Lisa Kumar

The box set called Crashing Into Love
Seven spectacular authors: Daryl Devore, Brenda Dyer, Jenna Jaxon, Deb Julienne, Melissa Keir, Lisa Kumar, and D'Ann Lindun have banded together to create 7 stories based on love and survival. 

Blurb:
When Ashlee Trent meets handsome businessman Kaiden West on a plane to Australia, he eases her fears even as he sets her heart ablaze. But after their plane crashes into the ocean and they wash ashore, will the secrets surrounding him send their budding relationship into a nosedive?

Excerpt:
Realization hit her like a rock. The guy still holding onto her shoulder—and looking at her like she was insane—was Kaiden West.

He was the proud owner of a billion-dollar multi-media company that had its fingers into everything. Magazines, newspapers, film, and advertising were some of the cherries in his pie. And he was plastered on all the outlets he didn’t own.

Ashlee blinked. Maybe she was experiencing a break from reality. Not unheard of. Eddie, her latest schizophrenic child, had nothing on her today.

But no, he was still standing before her in this very plane, touching her shoulder! Which begged the question of why he was on said plane and touching said shoulder.

“I believe we’re blocking the aisle. May I help you to your seat?”

His eyes glittered so prettily and— The actual meaning of his words pierced her addled-mind. Huh? Seat? She nodded. He could help her to wherever he wanted.

“I’m afraid I don’t know your seat number. Can you tell me it, or at least show me your boarding pass?”

Mortification burned through her. He thought she couldn’t talk? She shoved the crumpled pass at him as she forced her tongue into some kind of working order. “Here,” she rasped.

He barely lifted an arched brow over her oddness and guided her toward her seat. The crowd parted before him as if he were Moses. Oh, wait, he was. Moses of the media world at least.

Ashlee stood in front of her seat but didn’t sit. At over six foot three, he didn’t need that extra advantage. She was uncomfortable enough. Why was he even helping her? After a second’s thought, she found she didn’t care. Though it may be stupid and reckless of her, it only mattered that he was by her side. As she worked up the courage to thank him, he reached for her carry-on.

With surprising gentleness, he pulled the bag toward him, so she released her death grip on it. He flashed her a smile that sent the butterflies into her throat before he deposited the bag into the overhead bin.

She swallowed to get some moisture back into her Sahara-like mouth. “Thank you. For your help.”

“It was my pleasure.”

A warm heat stole through her. What was he doing to her?

His blue gaze swept over her, and he opened his mouth as if to say something more. But he inclined his head and headed toward the front again.





Buy Link:  http://www.amazon.com/Crashing-into-Love-Daryl-Devore-ebook/dp/B00ZSXMZ02/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1434510990&sr=1-2&keywords=crashing+into+love


You can find Lisa Kumar here:
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Author Bio:
Lisa Kumar is a wife, mother, and romance writer who grew up in small-town Indiana. She now resides in the suburbs of Chicago with her husband and son, who are used to sharing her attention with her laptop. When not spinning tales of romance and fantasy, she can be found with her nose buried in a book or, more accurately, her e-reader. Her scholastic background is in psychology, which enabled her to get low-paying jobs in the human-services sector. Needless to say, she's now writing full-time.

Friday Flames Crashes into Love - with Daryl Devore

So excited to be here on Sheri Fredrick's Friday Flames this week. I've brought along a sexy scene from the newly released box set called Crashing Into Love. Six spectacular authors (Brenda Dyer, Jenna Jaxon, Deb Julienne, Melissa Keir, Lisa Kumar, and D'Ann Lindun) and myself banded together to create 7 stories based on love and survival. At first we tried to make all 7 stories center on one airplane crash, but that proved impossible – too many very creative minds. Once we settled on crashing our airplane wherever we wanted, then the fun began.I chose a small deserted island in the Caribbean. It was winter up here in Canada when I wrote the story, so the lure of the heat of the tropics made my choice of islands a pleasure to write about.

Brace for Impact by Daryl Devoré. What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for rookie flight attendant, Lori, and sexy R.C.M.P. officer, Guy Lapierre? But Fate had other intentions.
Excerpt Guy pushed aside the shredded curtain used as a door and stepped inside. For the first time in hours, he wasn't being drenched by water. He gazed into her hungry eyes and knew he was about to be drowned in love.He lowered her feet to the floor then leaned forward, slipping a wet nipple between his lips. She wrapped her arms around his head to pull him closer.He released her bud, lifted his head, grabbed her face and pressed his mouth against hers. Their tongues met and writhed around each other's mouth. He lowered his hands, reached for her panties and peeled the wet fabric down her legs. He dropped them at her feet. Paix stepped out of them, hooked her panties with a foot and flung them across the tiny room. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her crotch pressed against his swollen cock.She squirmed against him. "I'm naked. Why aren't you?""Good question. Hold on tight." He held her with one hand and fought the wet denim. The shorts refused to cooperate.She tilted back her head and an earthy chuckle erupted from her throat. Dropping her feet to the floor, she ran tiny kisses down his chest. Gripping the waistband of his shorts, she slid them over his hips, freeing his swollen cock. It bobbed outward. He groaned when she slid her fingertips along his thick shaft. With a sharp tug, she dropped his shorts to his ankles and sprang back up around his waist. Her hot sex glided across the tip of his cock.Lightning flashed illuminating the cabin. Rain splashed through the glass-less windows.Guy turned, shoved a small table out of the way and pressed her up against the wall. Bracing her there, he slid one hand between their hips and fondled her sex. She was hot and wet. "You are so beautiful. All I could think of was you. I didn't want to die because I needed to get back to you. To discover this." He slipped two fingers inside her.She closed her eyes as a moan rumbled in her throat.
Buy Link – http://www.amazon.com/Crashing-into-Love-Daryl-Devore-ebook/dp/B00ZSXMZ02/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1434510990&sr=1-2&keywords=crashing+into+love
Daryl Devorelives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a feral cat and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road, or snow shoe across the back acres and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flew high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.
Other Books by Daryl Devore
A Kept WomanSexy Red HoodBlack DornCapri's FateFL.E.S.H.

You can find Daryl:

Blog - http://myeroticnotions.blogspot.comFacebook - https://www.facebook.com/pages/Daryl-Devore/280168402052520Twitter - http://twitter.com/daryldevoreGoogle+ - https://plus.google.com/u/0/107866370365154406917(or Daryl Devore)Wattpad - http://www.wattpad.com/user/DarylDevoreGoodReads Author Page - http://www.goodreads.com/DarylDevoreAmazon Author Page - http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B004TJ1354LinkedIn - ca.linkedin.com/pub/daryl-devore/58/b42/792/
Pinterest- http://www.pinterest.com/search/pins/?q=Daryl%20Devore

Favorite Heroines Giveaway Hop!

One of my favorite types of heroines are the ones who decide to take charge of their lives.
They’re not the ones who lay down and take it. If life throws them lemons, then they throw the lemons right back and fly the finger in the face of fate!
I’m coming out with a new contemporary action-adventure romance very soon titled:
Monica Beggs
This heroine isn’t your sweet, simpering librarian.
She isn’t a doctor, lawyer, billionaire, or sheriff either.
She’s a porn star. Tarnished character right out of the gate.


Here’s a snippet to wet your…uh…whistle:
“How much time do we have?”
Finn smiled, his boyish charm shining through. “Twenty minutes, why?”
Moni stepped back and pretended to size up the sexy man. She couldn’t wait to get his shirt off and take a peek below the belt. “I bet all we’ll need is ten.”
His mouth dropped and he looked aghast. “Maybe for you. But honey, I have afterburners you know nothing about.”
Sticklers for being on time, the military were precise. Right down to the second. If twenty minutes remained on the clock, more like nineteen now, Moni wanted every moment to count.
“There’s something I’ve wondered since you buckled my seatbelt.” His eyes tracked her tongue as she moistened her lips.
Finn rose from the bed to stand in front of her, between her legs. “Ask me.”
The pole raising a tent in his jeans hovered so near her face. Need thrummed, tension coiled, building a delicious density in her core. It took all the willpower she possessed to not tilt forward and stroke him with the tip of her nose.
No, not yet…
She waited. Remaining quiet, until his hands flexed into fisted balls not once, but twice.
Now.
“Are you sweet—” Moni leaned, keeping her hands gripped to the bed, and inhaled his musky virile scent as she drew the side of her nose along his hard length. “Or spicy?”




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My Sexy Saturday!

Sexy can be anything, such as romantic moments like walks on the beach, a home cooked meal or even in another galaxy. It could be two lovers here on Earth dreaming about the day where they go on a magical vacation to another planet. Or staying right here at one of those wonderful places we can find in our own world.
Readers want to see those characters, the ones who can’t get enough of each other as well as ones who are fighting their way back to being part of the world once again. These are the types of characters they can’t forget, the one they want to take home and keep forever. Readers love the kisses, the looks or touch of each and every one of our characters. 
Sexy has nothing to do with looks or status or even wealth. It doesn’t demand perfection and it isn’t pretentious, but it does make us want to read those books.
We know that everyone has their own idea of sexy and we all love sexy!


There wasn’t another explanation the counter attendant would have understood without drawing attention to himself and still have her play the oblivious part. He strode back to the bar, dodging kids and outstretched legs. A likelihood of the tangos holding business-class seats was zero to zilch. Removing Monica from the masses would, hopefully, keep her out of their reach during the boat ride to the mainland. Back at the table, he set his laptop on the empty seat and slid into his own. He casually glanced in the actress’s direction. Though she sat straight backed with nice posture, her brows were scrunched and she appeared captivated by whatever caught her attention on the iPad.