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Isn’t it full of the AWESOME? Whit whipped it up for me, and I think it’s swoonworthy.
This is one of favorite scenes from the book, The Lion in Russia (Pussycat Death Squad #2):
“Doesn’t look like your boy is coming,” Deringer said as he took up a position beside her. He stood close enough to portray the look of an ardent suitor, but not so close as to intimate a consummated affair.
“He’ll be here. Gianni is one of his best friends. He wouldn’t miss his party.”
“I don’t know why you couldn’t just call him up and tell him you’re ready to go to bed with him.”
Vries rolled her eyes. “Because I’m not a Bond girl.”
“Pity.”
“It’s a good thing you’re so pretty. Otherwise I don’t know how you would ever get a date. That’s not how it’s done you have to…” She broke off, surprised by the sudden grimness of his expression. Before she could question him a sudden awareness washed over her. Leo is here, her spidey senses were telling her. She moved closer to Deringer who immediately picked up on her movement and leaned in as though whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
“He’s dead ahead at high noon, sweetheart. Looking daggers at us,” Deringer said in not quite a whisper.
Vries followed Dare’s gaze and locked onto the glacial gray of Leo’s eyes. Deringer was right; he did look pissed. She took a deep breath as she forced herself to maintain control when deep inside she had to admit the man scared the living hell out of her. He began moving toward them with a calm deliberation that reminded of a scene from Jaws. For a fanciful moment she even thought she heard the shark’s theme music as Leo cut a swathe through the crowd with the single-mindedness of an apex predator, his gaze never leaving hers as she stared, mesmerized and captured in his thrall. She was being stalked and though she should be terrified,
every nerve ending in her body tingled in anticipation. Desperately longing to know what he would do. Knowing what she wanted him to do. Even simple autonomic responses like breathing seemed unnecessary and she just stood there waiting for him to reach her side. When he took her in his arms she responded immediately to the warm embrace. His mouth took hers like a conquering warrior all soft tongue and firm lips refusing to accept or even consider anything but her complete surrender. Not that she was capable of anything else. He tasted just as she’d always imagined he would, masculine and woodsy, almost smoky though she knew he didn’t use tobacco. It was the way he smelled too, making him distinctive in a room full of men wearing expensive designer fragrances Leo smelled only like himself, and her entire being absorbed the aroma wanting to synthesize it into her own DNA.
It wasn’t until he raised his head that she realized that a minor hush had fallen over their little corner of the room. At the moment she didn’t care. Instead she stared into his eyes, which were usually a soft gray, but right now his pupils were so dilated that his eyes were almost black, almost obscuring the lighter silver ring that encircled his pupils. Though she could breathe she was still incapable of speech.
“Good evening Vries. Surprised to see you here,” Leo said.
It annoyed her that he could be so unaffected when it was all she could do to remain upright, and actually she probably would’ve collapsed had she not still been pressed so tightly against him. And that’s when she realized he wasn’t indifferent after all. There was a faint tremor in the arms that still encircle her waist, and she could feel his erection pressed against the vee of her legs. That might explain why he hadn’t stepped away as their embrace had certainly superseded the norm of a public greeting, even between lovers.
Vries stepped back anyway. She would never regain coherence standing so close to him. To her relief her legs supported her and she could provide a reasonable response. “I can’t imagine why. Gianni gives the best parties in the city, and you know I never miss a good party.” She nodded toward Deringer who was staring at both of them looking very annoyed, the frown marring his aristocratic forehead. “Do you know my–uh–friend?” she asked hesitating just enough to imply there was more to the relationship. When Leo shook his head in the negative she made the introductions.
Leo gave Deringer a narrow-eyed stare. “You weren’t seeing anyone the last time I was in town.”
“That was over a year ago. Besides, as I said, Deringer and I are friends, nothing more.”
A surprised expression passed over the planes of Deringer’s face. Vries knew it wasn’t real, but she could tell by the way he stiffened next to her that Leo believed the act.
“If you say so,” Deringer murmured. “Then again, you told me that the two of you are just friends as well.”
Leo made a sound that was close to a growl as a human could make. Vries pursed her lips hoping Deringer wasn’t over-playing his hand. “We are friends.”
“It certainly didn’t look like it to me,” Deringer snarled in response. He sounded so convincing that for a moment Vries was worried. She knew he didn’t have romantic feelings toward her, but no one listening to their conversation would believe it.
Hello everyone and Happy Holidays! I kept my word; Pussycat Death Squad The Lion in Russia is live at ARe and Smashwords. It’s not up at Amazon or Barnes and Noble yet, their process takes longer, but these sellers will have all the formats you need for your various devices. I will let you know when Amazon and B&N come online. Thank you all ever so much for your support.
Dark Star, the sequel to my best-seller Rock Star is free December 18-19th at ARe. They have all the formats for your various devices, so if you haven’t read this one yet be sure to check it out!
Hot for Teacher, the book that’s guaranteed to heat up your summer and make you long for your school days is here. Michael Fauatea is one hot Samoan man, if he reminds you of Troy Polamalu it’s because this is the book I wrote to save myself from lusting after someone else’s husband! It’s available everywhere except Sony and the Apple bookstore. But it’s available at both Smashwords and ARe, and you can get the epub format at both those locations. Run out and buy a few copies, then hit me up on twitter or Facebook! And I would absolutely adore reviews from you! Mainly because I love to know that you like my books, but also because reviews help sell books, and y’all know I LOVE to sell books. So do me a solid and tweet, tweet, tweet!
Here’s the blurb:
Is there anything sexier than a hot man surrounded by adorable kids? Budding entrepreneur and former elite gymnast Caja Montgomery certainly doesn’t think so. A firm adherent to the hit it and quit it school of sex it only takes one encounter with Michael Fauatea, a hot-to-death elementary school teacher to make her question her principles, her libido, and finally her sanity. Much too busy to invest time in relationships she has always preferred jump-offs; men who are no more interested in commitment than she is. It’s an ideal situation, she gets her sexual needs met and still has plenty of time for her true passion: Brickhouse, the chain of fitness centers she owns. As far as she’s concerned, Michael will be no different, or so she thinks. Unfortunately for Caja, Michael just isn’t a casual sex kind of guy. He lets her know in no uncertain terms that he’s not prepared to settle for anything less than a committed relationship. To Caja’s stunned amazement he cuts her off leaving her bewitched, bothered and bewildered beyond belief. Before she gets the chance to address the way he has turned the tables on her, outside forces threaten her nascent empire. Surviving this attack will take all the skill and fortitude Caja possesses. Will she be able to keep Brickhouse and Michael too?
And, in case you missed the excerpt I posted earlier:
Michael groaned as the technician instructed him to begin running again. Caja certainly hadn’t lied about her tyrannical leanings. He’d arrived at the fitness center in the early evening and she’d immediately handed him over to the electronics technician; a man who looked as though he lived for nothing but the calibration of machinery. Michael had spent most of his time on the Stair Master, treadmill and elliptical machines. Though physically fit, it’d been a while since he’d run for hours. The technician looked equally exhausted, but seemed satisfied that the treadmills were finally set to his satisfaction. He dismissed Michael with a wave of his hand, and Michael made good his escape before the taciturn man changed his mind. Having lost his towel some time ago, he pulled his t-shirt over his head and used it to wipe the sweat dripping from his forehead. Then, still dressed only in a pair of gym shorts, he walked into the small employee break room to get a bottle of water. He stood drinking the water in the empty room, when suddenly he felt arms wrap around his waist. He knew immediately from the shiver that arced down his spine that it was Caja and placed one hand over hers to hold them in place.
Michael hissed and his groin tightened immediately when Caja began alternately kissing, then taking sharp nips out of the flesh on his back.
“Michael,” she whispered, “everybody is gone home. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves.” Michael exhaled with a hiss as his whole body, not just his cock, but his whole body, sprang to immediate erectness at her suggestive whisper. “But you’ve been working so hard,” she continued in a kittenish tone pulling one hand free to stroke over the sweat-slickened contours of his muscular back, “I’ll understand if you’re too tired…” she trailed off with one final nip and attempted to move away.
Michael turned, lifting her off the floor into his embrace. “Too tired? I remember a certain young lady crying “uncle” just a few days ago.”
Caja wrapped her legs around his waist. “Let’s see who gives in first tonight,” she said, pulling his mouth down to meet hers. Their tongues entangled in a lascivious kiss that left Michael gasping for breath. He groaned into Caja’s mouth as he ground her pelvis into his own. The thin knit shorts she wore were no barrier to his throbbing erection, and he could feel the heat of her flesh against his own as though they were naked. He hadn’t felt so close to coming just from kissing since he was a horny fifteen-year-old trying to get Johna Weston to give up her prized cherry in his mom’s gazebo. He set her down on the countertop, then pushed her shorts and panties aside for access to her steaming pussy. He immediately shoved two fingers inside her, while his tongue he continued to mate with hers in a matching rhythm with his fingers. He knew she loved to be finger fucked and he’d brought her to orgasm that way more than once in the short time they’d known one another. He thrust his fingers as deeply as possible inside her, then circled his thumb gently over her clitoris. When he felt her clench her thighs even more strongly against his hips he knew she was close to coming. He continued the pressure, speeding up the thrusts as he began to suck even more strongly on her tongue.
Suddenly Caja arched her back, crying out as her pleasure reached its peak. He snatched her bottoms off her hips with one swift motion. With her legs spread as widely as possible, Michael placed her thighs across his biceps leaving her totally open for his thrusting cock. He shoved his gym shorts down, not even bothering to remove them. He couldn’t hold back long enough to tease, and suspected the whole building vibrated with the force of his first stroke into her channel. Jesus!
“So good. So hot and tight,” he ground out, gathering her even more firmly into his arms. He couldn’t think of anything else except how good it felt to have her soft wet sheath grasping his cock so tightly. Blind and deaf to everything except the excruciating pleasure that engulfed him, it took a long moment before Caja’s voice penetrated the lust-filled haze.
“Michael, you forgot the condom,” she whispered in an urgent tone.
Michael gritted his teeth, doubting his ability to stop at such a crucial point. He lowered his head to the crook of Caja’s shoulder, inhaling the tangy scent of her arousal. Then he forced himself to withdraw from her tantalizing warmth, amazed that he could compel his body to do so. He quickly located the condom she directed him to find in her bag, sheathed himself, then sank his almost painfully erect cock back into her steamy depths once again.
Caja cried out against his throat, then grasped the flesh there between her teeth. The sharp pain only heightened Michael’s pleasure, and he began to slam in and out of her ferociously. Each of his thrusts were met with a return motion from Caja’s hips as she neared another orgasm, her fingers digging forcefully into his sweat slickened back. Michael continued pounding, insensible to anything but the ecstasy that hovered just over the horizon. Then Caja slipped one hand between their writhing bodies and began stroking her clitoris. Watching her pleasure herself was more than he could take, and with one last roar he sank even more deeply into her wetness than he had previously, almost losing consciousness as he surged into her. With his last bit of strength, he lifted her buttocks from the counter so that her clit ground against his pelvis, triggering an explosive orgasm that left Caja limp in his arms.
Isn’t this just the living end? Hubby’s been under the weather for what seems like forever, but I think he’s finally turned the corner so I had time to finish the book, and he felt up to doing the cover. Thank y’all so much for your patience. Hot for Teacher will be out this week, but I couldn’t wait to share the cover with all of you. Squee!!!!
Here’s the excerpt:
Michael groaned as the technician instructed him to begin running again. Caja certainly hadn’t lied about her tyrannical leanings. He’d arrived at the fitness center in the early evening and she’d immediately handed him over to the electronics technician; a man who looked as though he lived for nothing but the calibration of machinery. Michael had spent most of his time on the Stair Master, treadmill and elliptical machines. Though physically fit, it’d been a while since he’d run for hours. The technician looked equally exhausted, but seemed satisfied that the treadmills were finally set to his satisfaction. He dismissed Michael with a wave of his hand, and Michael made good his escape before the taciturn man changed his mind. Having lost his towel some time ago, he pulled his t-shirt over his head and used it to wipe the sweat dripping from his forehead. Then, still dressed only in a pair of gym shorts, he walked into the small employee break room to get a bottle of water. He stood drinking the water in the empty room, when suddenly he felt arms wrap around his waist. He knew immediately from the shiver that arced down his spine that it was Caja and placed one hand over hers to hold them in place.
Michael hissed and his groin tightened immediately when Caja began alternately kissing, then taking sharp nips out of the flesh on his back.
“Michael,” she whispered, “everybody is gone home. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves.” Michael exhaled with a hiss as his whole body, not just his cock, but his whole body, sprang to immediate erectness at her suggestive whisper. “But you’ve been working so hard,” she continued in a kittenish tone pulling one hand free to stroke over the sweat-slickened contours of his muscular back, “I’ll understand if you’re too tired…” she trailed off with one final nip and attempted to move away.
Michael turned, lifting her off the floor into his embrace. “Too tired? I remember a certain young lady crying “uncle” just a few days ago.”
Caja wrapped her legs around his waist. “Let’s see who gives in first tonight,” she said, pulling his mouth down to meet hers. Their tongues entangled in a lascivious kiss that left Michael gasping for breath. He groaned into Caja’s mouth as he ground her pelvis into his own. The thin knit shorts she wore were no barrier to his throbbing erection, and he could feel the heat of her flesh against his own as though they were naked. He hadn’t felt so close to coming just from kissing since he was a horny fifteen-year-old trying to get Johna Weston to give up her prized cherry in his mom’s gazebo. He set her down on the countertop, then pushed her shorts and panties aside for access to her steaming pussy. He immediately shoved two fingers inside her, while his tongue he continued to mate with hers in a matching rhythm with his fingers. He knew she loved to be finger fucked and he’d brought her to orgasm that way more than once in the short time they’d known one another. He thrust his fingers as deeply as possible inside her, then circled his thumb gently over her clitoris. When he felt her clench her thighs even more strongly against his hips he knew she was close to coming. He continued the pressure, speeding up the thrusts as he began to suck even more strongly on her tongue.
Suddenly Caja arched her back, crying out as her pleasure reached its peak. He snatched her bottoms off her hips with one swift motion. With her legs spread as widely as possible, Michael placed her thighs across his biceps leaving her totally open for his thrusting cock. He shoved his gym shorts down, not even bothering to remove them. He couldn’t hold back long enough to tease, and suspected the whole building vibrated with the force of his first stroke into her channel. Jesus!
“So good. So hot and tight,” he ground out, gathering her even more firmly into his arms. He couldn’t think of anything else except how good it felt to have her soft wet sheath grasping his cock so tightly. Blind and deaf to everything except the excruciating pleasure that engulfed him, it took a long moment before Caja’s voice penetrated the lust-filled haze.
“Michael, you forgot the condom,” she whispered in an urgent tone.
Michael gritted his teeth, doubting his ability to stop at such a crucial point. He lowered his head to the crook of Caja’s shoulder, inhaling the tangy scent of her arousal. Then he forced himself to withdraw from her tantalizing warmth, amazed that he could compel his body to do so. He quickly located the condom she directed him to find in her bag, sheathed himself, then sank his almost painfully erect cock back into her steamy depths once again.
Caja cried out against his throat, then grasped the flesh there between her teeth. The sharp pain only heightened Michael’s pleasure, and he began to slam in and out of her ferociously. Each of his thrusts were met with a return motion from Caja’s hips as she neared another orgasm, her fingers digging forcefully into his sweat slickened back. Michael continued pounding, insensible to anything but the ecstasy that hovered just over the horizon. Then Caja slipped one hand between their writhing bodies and began stroking her clitoris. Watching her pleasure herself was more than he could take, and with one last roar he sank even more deeply into her wetness than he had previously, almost losing consciousness as he surged into her. With his last bit of strength, he lifted her buttocks from the counter so that her clit ground against his pelvis, triggering an explosive orgasm that left Caja limp in his arms.
God willing and the creek don’t rise, I’ll be at the Romantic Times conference in April. Much as it pains mrpe to say this, I won’t be at Slam Jam. Why? Because they practice book bigotry. Yeah, I know the mainstream cons do as well. When was the last time a book with a blCk heroine won a Rita? Try never. But at least they have enough sense to not put it in writing. Amazing as some might find it, Slam Jam has disqualified any book that doesn’t have a black hero from winning an Emma. I’ve suspected for some time that there was some hostility toward those of us who write IR. This simply confirms it.
Now those of you who know me know I really don’t give a damn about awards, but this one seriously stings my butt. Which is why, as far as I’m concerned, Slam Jam can kiss it. And when are they going to get a real name? It sounds like a freaking basketball tournament.
(She hates when I call her that. Makes her sound like she’s on Jersey Shore. Which is, of course, why I call her that. She’s such a lady, and I’m so…not.) Anyway, her new book After the Morning After drops tomorrow from Loose Id and it’s my fave from her in a long time. Well, for one thing she actually let me read it. She got pissed at me for no reason when I was reading Do Me Right and hasn’t let me read anything since. Okay, in the interest of full disclosure I admit that I might have called her screaming about one of the scenes and it might have been about 2 am, but man can she hold a grudge. After the Morning After features one sexy Asian Indian software engineer (by way of Athens Georgia) who is funny as hell and did I mention sexy? Love. Love. Love this book.
http://lisagriley.wordpress.com/2011/07/26/after-the-morning-after/
I’m so excited I can’t wait to see what you guys think of it!
http://www.loose-id.com/Gabriels-Redemption.aspx
