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Long for Me… one more day!

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Tomorrow, the conclusion to the Bell family story is wrapped up with the release of LONG FOR ME…of course, this doesn’t mean we’re leaving the SECRETS & SHADOWS series behind yet. There’s a lot more to come with the release of DEEPER THAN NEED.

But for now…

 

 

“That was mean, and stupid,” she said, the words rushing out of her.  “I don’t know why I said it. I’m never going to learn to think—”

He’d like to think he did it just to make her stop kicking herself.

But Guy would have given his left arm to have the chance to kiss her again.  And there she was, tears blurring her beautiful green-gold eyes, while the self-doubt and self-anger built inside her.

Because he hated seeing it, he caught her face in his hands and cut off her words by pressing his lips to hers.  “No,” he murmured as she stumbled to a halt, her lips still moving slightly against his as she sucked in a breath.  “Just no, Tink, okay?”

He went to pull away.

Her hands came up, fisted in the lapels of his suit.

“Do that again,” she said.

He stared at her.

“Chris . . .”

She licked her lips, her gaze locked on his mouth.  “There’s been nothing but noise in my head most of the day.  I’ve told you what it’s like.  Usually I can turn it down or tune it out better than this, but not today.  When you’re touching me, it’s better.”

She eased back in and pressed her lips to his again.  “Do it again.  But really kiss me.”

He tangled his fist in her hair.  “Chris, we said we weren’t doing this anymore.”

“Does that mean you don’t want me?” she whispered, easing back just enough to touch her fingers to his lips.

That light touch was a torturous pleasure, one that went flying through him, straight down to his cock, drawing his balls tight while he fought the urge to grab her dress, pull it up, and just bury himself inside her.

“Not want you . . .” He closed his eyes, struggled to think for just a blessed minute. Chris complained that she had noise in her head and he could believe it.  She lived her life like she was running at high speed and only had so much time to do the million things she had firing inside her head.  Guy had something in his head, too.

Just her.

Always her.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked back at her.

He tugged her up against him, her body flush with his.  His erection pulsed against her belly and her breath shuddered out of her. “Oh,” she whispered, a smile lighting up her face.  “You do want—”

“Want has nothing on how I feel.  But you need to be sure this is what you want.  What you really want.”  He dipped his head but instead of pressing his mouth to hers, he angled her head back and pressed his mouth to the delicate notch between her collarbone, felt the soft gasp fall from her.  “It’s not just something you’re doing to kill the hours before you can sleep.  It’s not something you’ll regret in the morning.  You regretted it last time.”

“I didn’t.”  She slid her hands up, her fingers biting into his shoulders through the layers of clothes.  “I didn’t regret it. It was just . . .” She shook her head.  “You’re making me think too much but it wasn’t regret.  Anything but that. And I won’t regret this. Give me tonight, Guy.  Please.”

 

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From LONG FOR ME…

Please. Don’t make me beg—

Those words hovered on the tip of her tongue, but then, words and thought lost all meaning as the hand he’d tangled in her hair moved, bringing her in closer to him.

Hunger, anticipation, vied inside her and she rose up onto her toes to meet his kiss.

But he didn’t kiss her.

His lips feathered across her cheekbone, brushed down her jawline to her neck.  She whimpered as he tugged her head to the side, exposing her neck, but before she could even think about complaining, he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her neck.

At the same time, his other hand pulled her skirt up.

She gasped as cool air kissed her flesh.

His hand, rough and warm, palmed her flesh and he muttered, “Damn.  Here I was getting all worked up and you had to go and decide to wear panties.”

It surprised a laugh out of her.

“I always wear panties when I’m wearing a dress.  And how do you know that I tend . . .”

She lifted her head to meet his eyes and the words stuck in her throat.  His eyes, those dark gray eyes, burned hot.  “I’ve got a fascination with how your ass fills out a pair of jeans, Tink.  I can tell you how many times you’ve worn panties every day this past week.”

 

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Saturday stuff…

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J.C. Daniels type of stuff…

Amazon & BN still have the Kit books discounted to 1.99.  It won’t last much longer, I don’t think and Broken Blade is only discounted on Amazon.  The other sites already have them back to regular price, so grab it while you can if you’re interested.

Blade Song  Amazon | BN

Night Blade Amazon | BN

Broken Blade Amazon

 

I’ve had people asking again why they can’t find the Kit books in print in stores.  You’re not going to, unless you find an indie who just really likes them…and if you do, please let me know where this bookstore is so I can adore them.  But your local bookseller, be it chain or indie, should be able to order it.

If you prefer to order online, or don’t know where a local is, here are the links to find them.  FYI, if you don’t live in the US, Book Depository is wonderful option.

Barnes & Noble
iBooks
Booksamillion
Amazon
Kobo
Book Depository
Indiebound

Secrets & Shadows news!

Deeper than Need is up on Net Galley.  I don’t know how long it will last, but it’s there.  If you’re a reviewer, get the request in fast.  FYI, I have no say in who gets approved.

Long for Me comes out Tuesday.

This is one of my favorites bits in the book…

Please. Don’t make me beg—

Those words hovered on the tip of her tongue, but then, words and thought lost all meaning as the hand he’d tangled in her hair moved, bringing her in closer to him.

Hunger, anticipation, vied inside her and she rose up onto her toes to meet his kiss.

But he didn’t kiss her.

His lips feathered across her cheekbone, brushed down her jawline to her neck.  She whimpered as he tugged her head to the side, exposing her neck, but before she could even think about complaining, he pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her neck.

At the same time, his other hand pulled her skirt up.

She gasped as cool air kissed her flesh.

His hand, rough and warm, palmed her flesh and he muttered, “Damn.  Here I was getting all worked up and you had to go and decide to wear panties.”

It surprised a laugh out of her.

“I always wear panties when I’m wearing a dress.  And how do you know that I tend . . .”

She lifted her head to meet his eyes and the words stuck in her throat.  His eyes, those dark gray eyes, burned hot.  “I’ve got a fascination with how your ass fills out a pair of jeans, Tink.  I can tell you how many times you’ve worn panties every day this past week.”

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You need a wife, Guy… LONG FOR ME (snippet)

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“Come on, Tink.”

In response, Chris just sighed and turned her head away from him, burrowing deeper into the seat.

Deputy Guy Miller closed his eyes and tried to mentally prepare himself.

He could do this.

He had done it before, after all.

Blowing out a breath, he reached over and unerringly freed the catch on the seat belt. As he climbed out of the car and circled around, he braced himself.  Chris was tired. Chris hadn’t just had a rough day—the past few weeks had been hell and he needed to be there for her.

All he was doing was taking her inside, putting her to bed.

Just being friendly.

Yeah, because that was how she wanted things.

That was how she’d decided things would be between them, just a couple of years ago.

Friendly.  That was exactly how he felt.  Friendly.

Lust and love twisted inside him.  Just lifting her into his arms made his dick ache.  Of course, he’d been a fucking disaster all day, ever since he’d slid onto that hard bench at church, seen the red dress she’d worn.  No black for Chris.  Her mother had loved color, so Chris had given her color.  A brilliant spray of red roses and white lilies had stood between two of the pictures and he already knew who had designed that arrangement, and Chris had worn a dress the same shade of red as those roses, a deep, dark red that had glowed against her skin and she’d left her arms bare so the tattoos had been on display.

More roses.

Roses that climbed up her arms and trailed down her back.

Once, he’d stripped that delicate body naked and learned each curve, each bloom of ink, and tasted that soft flesh.

One weekend, frozen in time.

But now, he was just a friend.

Settling her against his chest, he paused, gave himself a minute to rub his cheek against the softness of her hair.

Just a friend, maybe.

Even if everything he felt inside was so much more.

“Chris, baby,” he murmured.

She hummed in her throat and snuggled against him.

Sighing, he shifted around and managed to kick the door to his car shut.  He relished the soft feel of her in his arms as he carried her to the back door, using his key to unlock the door.

“You’re good at this.”

He stilled at the sound of her voice.

A low beep beep beep came to his ears and he scowled, moving inside and using his shoulder to bump her door shut.  The alarm system he’d nagged her into buying had a key fob, but he’d forgotten about it. Disarming the alarm, he looked down at the pale circle of her face.  “How long have you been awake?” he asked softly.

“Somewhere between the car and here.”  She wiggled against him but he pretended not to notice as he carried her into the kitchen.

If she was awake, he was going to make sure she ate something before he left.

“Are you back on the medicine?” he asked, settling her on one of the bar stools.

She grimaced at him.  “No.  I don’t need it right now.  Well, maybe it would be useful, but I don’t want it.  Why?”

“Because you’re not eating.”  She’d lost probably five pounds, easy.

“I never eat when I’m miserable.”  She sighed and shrugged.  “The ADHD drugs aren’t the only thing that kills my appetite.  Finding out what happened to Mom.  The memorial.  Nosy bitches who don’t need to be at Mom’s memorial anyway.  All of those things will make me not want to eat.”

“You’re going to eat.”

She slid him a look.  “Am I now?”

He came back over to the island and planted one hand in front of her, the other on the back of her chair.  “You are.  You’re wasting away.”  Then, because he knew she might ignore him if he bossed her around, but she’d never ignore him if he asked, he softened his voice and said, “Please, Tink.”

She sighed.

Reaching up, he cupped her cheek, wished he had the right to stroke his thumb over the full curve of her lower lip, maybe press his lips to hers and see if he couldn’t find some way to stir her appetite and make her forget some of her misery for a while.

She covered his hand with hers and squeezed.  “You need a wife, Guy.  You just love taking care of people.”

“Not all wives want to be taken care of.”  He shrugged and turned away.  He wasn’t about to tell her that the only woman he wanted to take care of was her, that the only woman he wanted was the woman he’d never have.

Just a few more days…have you ordered?

 

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New Orleans…I’m coming your way

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I’ll be in New Orleans next week for RT, the year convention for the RT Book Reviews.  Lots of fun, parties, work, fun, parties…the event is sold out, but the book fair is open to the public.

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RT Convention

May 13-18th

New Orleans, LA

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I have to leave the book fair around one because of my flight, but if you’re in or around the area, I’d love to see you!

 

BTW, if you’re attending, my agenda is here.  I’m only on one panel, but I’ll be around.   Probably in the bar.  I’m also going to be at the Berkley stop for the pub crawl.  I may have goodies for the pub crawl…in limited amounts, so find me fast.

 

Also!  In September, I’ll be signing at the Cinci Comic Expo.  My friends with Readers Entertainment will have a booth and they’ve invited me to sign with them.  Details coming for that later.

#bringBackourGirls

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Have you heard about this?

Little media attention is being given to it.  In the past few days, FINALLY, CNN is talking about it.  I’m now seeing news going up on USA Today, ABC & MSN.  It happened almost a month ago.

300 girls kidnapped in Nigeria.  Fifty escaped.  The rest?  They are being sold into slavery…why?

Because they were being educated.

 

From CNN’s article:

 

Boko Haram’s name translates to “Western education is a sin,” and the group especially opposes the education of women. Under its version of Sharia law, women should be at home raising children and looking after their husbands, not at school learning to read and write.

The leader has announced he’s selling them…as brides, and some have already sold for $12.  Selling them, because they dared to learn. These monsters are selling children, and the media ignored it. So many people are unaware.

Know what finally probably caught the notice of the media?  Twitter.  With the #bringBackourGirls campaign somebody started.  I can’t say for certain that’s what did it, but all week, people talked about it…on twitter, and the news said nothing.  Smaller outlets, mostly overseas and I think in Africa did, and some that were geared for the black community.  But nothing in the mainstream media.

Then people started tweeting #bringBackourGirls. All last week, and throughout the weekend.

Now, the media noticed, finally. Last week, you couldn’t find it on the major news sites, and now it’s headlining.  Now the Nigerian president is saying something and acting like he’ll draw a hardline.  Want to add your voice?  Get on twitter, if you have an account and talk about it.  Tweet with #bringBackourGirls.

Their lives matter.  They shouldn’t be ignored.

Just one week…

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So I went on a field trip to Madison, got wine from Lanthier.  If you read the books, you’ll see the place mentioned.  I picked up a bottle for the basket I’m doing for the Lori Foster Get Together this summer.

 

If you come, you’ll have a chance to win.

LONG FOR ME comes out soon…

 

And if morning came and she wanted to pretend it never happened?  Then what?  He didn’t know.  It would kill a piece of him and he knew it.  But he couldn’t think about that now.  It was too fucking complicated when his dick, when his heart, hurt like this.

“If you’re not ready to be stupid again, tell me to stop,” he said.

Chris stared at him.

Seconds ticked by.

“Chris?”

“I’m not saying a damn thing.”

His mouth took hers.

She arched up against him, her fingers digging into his arms.  The muscles of his biceps were rigid, tight.

“Be sure, Chris,” he whispered.

“You better hurry.”

He laughed.

A second later, her head was spinning as he boosted her up over his shoulder, one big hand curving over her hip to steady her.  “No. I’m not going to hurry this.”

 

 

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Friday 56

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Hey all!! It’s been a while since I’ve posted.  How is everyone?  Well, we’ve all made it through another week….yay!! And it’s also closer to RT, for those who are going (and don’t forget to track down Shi and say hello *G*). If you’re going, I”m jealous, but have fun and be safe. I adore the French Quarter, and am eager to hear all the fun stories.

And since it’s Friday, I thought I’d get us started with a fun post…Friday 56. If you know how to play already, grab that book and post!  If not, don’t worry. It’s super easy. Grab the closest book (I don’t care if it’s something you’re reading currently or not, just whatever is closest to you at the moment), turn to page 56 and give me the 5th full sentence.   Mine this week is from Kim Harrison’s The Undead Pool, which released back in February.

” ‘What about my car?’ I said flatly, and he chuckled.”

One last request, as more of us, myself included, are reading ebooks, I want to find a way to make this game ebook friendly. Thoughts, anyone?

Well, hello… cool stuff!

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Beautiful Scars, one of my erotic romances, is a finalist in the National Readers Choice Awards.

And while I can’t claim any credit for this one, The Reunited is up for the Cover Cafe’s Cover Contest. Per the email I received…

 

The contest will be online for public voting between May 1 and May 21, 2014
and everyone is welcome to vote for their favorite covers. Voters need to
vote in at least 3 of the 5 categories and only once in each category.
Below is the link to the contest introduction page.

http://www.covercafe.com/contest/2013/contest2013intro.shtml

 

As I like winning things, votes would be awesome. If you feel like it.

 

AND!!! It’s May… that means it’s time for the Brenda Novak annual auction for the cure…this raises funds for diabetes, and it’s awesome.

You can bid on FBI books,   Kit  books, or even name a Kit character…

Edits, ahoy

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Edits came in for Sweeter than Sin.

Here…a peek.