Hello, everyone! My first blog here, and I’m thrilled. I think it’s a perfect occasion.
- My recent addition to the After Midnight Authors
- The 10th anniversary of my first sale
- The release of my first eBook with Ellora’s Cave
- The celebration of my sales to Berkley of 2 more erotic romances!
Now that I’m here, I’ve got all kinds of things to say. First, I’m having a huge contest on my blog until Saturday. Lots of prizes! Second, I wanted to share a bit about my EC book, Dangerous Boys and Their Toy.
It should be a terrible sin to have this much fun writing a book. Cameron and Brenna were wonderful, rich characters to work with. But bad boy bounty hunter Thorn… Let’s just say that when I got my manuscript back from the copyeditor, she said this: “The most important element of this story is character growth–especially Thorn’s. Sweet Baby Jesus, what a wonderful man. When I wasn’t having thoughts a grandma shouldn’t be having about him, I just wanted to hug him–repeatedly.” As I wrote the man, I really wasn’t sure if he needed that hug or a swift ass kicking–or both. He kept me laughing and kept me on my toes. So I wanted to give you a scene that gives you a glimpse of the caveman’s personality. (psst! Don’t worry. He grows.)
In case you missed the blurb:
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Trading orgasms for information isn’t their usual way of doing business, but when a missing criminal-turned-star-witness and fifty grand are on the line, bounty hunter R. A. Thorn and Detective Cameron Martinez are prepared to put their bodies to the task and give gorgeous Brenna Sheridan everything she needs.
An exchange they never anticipated becomes an experience none can forget—or walk away from. Sexual hunger sizzles the threesome, but the stakes and danger rise as a mafia bad-ass stalks Brenna.
Soon, their “deal” is no longer about information—or sex. Emotions bind Brenna, Cam and Thorn together more tightly than they ever imagined as the men protect—and serve—the beloved woman neither can live without.
Excerpt
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“Who are you?” she demanded.
He ignored her. “You know, you’re just the sort of girl Curtis likes to bring here to fuck. Is that why you’re here?”
Curtis didn’t live here? No wonder this cottage lacked all personal items or any sort of homey clutter. “No.”
“I think I’ll test, just to be sure you’re telling the truth.”
The intruder reached for her again. She had no idea what he intended to do, but if it was anything like what she’d endured earlier that day, she didn’t want to find out. “No! Please…don’t hurt me.”
The biker paused. “So you know what Curtis is into?”
“Based on the conversation I had earlier today with the detective, I guessed. I-I don’t know from experience.”
An odd smile crossed his face. “The detective told you Curtis is a sadist?”
“No, he grabbed me and squeezed my…”
Brenna had a bad feeling if she explained the interaction between she and the hot detective that this intruder would want to test her reaction for himself. God, she didn’t want to repeat that pain.
“He demonstrated,” she corrected.
“Did he? He squeezed your…what?”
“That’s not relevant. Aren’t you here about Curtis?”
“We’ll get back to him in a moment. The detective interests me too. He’s usually a good little Boy Scout. Tell me how he inflicted pain on you.”
She shook her head. “I’m not telling you so that you can do it for yourself.”
“I don’t like causing pain. I’m not a sick fuck, like Curtis.”
“Really?” Sarcasm sprayed out like a garden hose full blast. “You only like to break into a woman’s bedroom, tie her up in her sleep, then fondle and scare the hell out of her.”
“Oh, I haven’t even started to fondle you yet.”
“Don’t touch me!” The words sounded much braver than she felt.
He went on as if she hadn’t even spoken. “I’m wondering…” The intruder eased his hand back to her breast, where he cupped it with a blazing palm. Then he set that thumb back over her nipple to graze and roll it back and forth. “Did he squeeze this one?”
Yes. And even now, she could feel the stranger’s touch acutely through the remnants of the detective’s pain. She was more sensitive than usual. Way more.
“Stop it!”
“It doesn’t feel good?” he asked innocently as he thumbed the hard nub. “Did Detective Martinez squeeze this nipple?”
It felt too good. No way she was going to answer him, not when he’d take that as an invitation.
Suddenly, the bed dipped with his weight as he sat beside her. “I’ve been watching this place for a few days now. Give me some information about Curtis, and I’ll give you the orgasm you couldn’t give yourself by the pool.”
Her jaw dropped as she drew back in horror. “You saw that?”
“Live and in living color. I know exactly what you’re missing. Tell me what I want to know, and I’ll give it to you.”
“You can’t,” she blurted.
No one could. Something inside her just froze up every time she tried to come. By herself, she felt silly, the exercise pointless. With a man, she couldn’t be in the moment. She simply focused on the inevitable “goodbye” before it even happened. The relaxing and enjoying they always suggested just never materialized.
For a few years in high school and college, she’d slept with any guy rumored to be well hung or good in bed. Nothing. This intruder, a potent mixture of danger and edgy sex appeal, who hadn’t even told her his name, was even more temporary than most. He could be a cross between Valentino and a porn star and it wouldn’t matter. No way could he get her to come when every other man had failed.
“Try me,” he drawled.
Thanks for letting me share. Happy Hump day, everyone!
Well, for anyone, like me, who’d been counting the days…it’s here!! 