So, like I said before I have lots of print books begging for a good home. My answer? Another giveaway. For this one all you have to do is 'follow' my BLOG. See the right sidebar thingy? If you are one of Anne's Followers then you are entered to win. Here's a screen capture so it's clear which 'follow' I'm talking about. This is NOT a Facebook or Twitter follow. You're only entered to win if you follow this blog. :)
Contest winners will be announced October 1st! Good luck!
And here's a sexy excerpt from Body Rush as incentive:
“I’ve never been to the ocean, but I’ve always wanted to go.”
He had a feeling there were a lot of things his sweet Lydia had never done, and he couldn’t wait to introduce her to every decadent one of them. “I’ll take you to Cancun,” he promised as he took off her glasses and placed them on the table next to the bed. “We can eat lobster and make love on the beach. Would you like that, baby?”
“Dane.” Her whispered voice held a warning and Dane didn’t want to hear it. He leaned down and covered her lips with his own, stealing any further protests. She tasted like summer, soft and warm and inviting. He could drown in Lydia’s kisses. She clutched onto his shoulders, digging her little nails into his flesh through the cotton shirt. As she moaned, Dane took the kiss deeper, drawing her backwards on the bed and covering her with his body. Her tongue came out, shyly exploring and Dane opened, sucking it into his mouth. Lydia groaned and arched against him, her breasts flattening against his chest, driving out all sane thought. It wasn’t easy for him to lose control. He took pride in maintaining control in the bedroom, but Lydia went to his head quicker than whiskey.
He pulled back and muttered, “Clothes.”
Immediately Lydia grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it upward. He started unbuttoning his dress shirt, watching as she exposed herself for him, one slow inch at a time. He knew she wasn’t intentionally trying to be seductive, but watching the pink t-shirt reveal her sexy slightly curved belly, caused Dane’s blood to pump hard and hot through his veins. As she exposed her breasts to his view, a haze of lust washed over him, driving out all else. He yanked, popping several buttons down the front of his shirt and tossed it away. She stilled after her shirt hit the floor and bit her lip. Her plump breasts were a thing of beauty. Full, round and creamy, with little berry tips that he wanted to nibble on for hours. He ached to tie her breasts and spank them until they were a pretty shade of pink, then he’d fill her hot little pussy and drive them both over the edge.
Dane started to loosen his black leather belt, then stopped and waited to see if Lydia would continue her little striptease. Her gaze ate him up and if he didn’t miss his guess she was also holding her breath.
“Breathe, baby.” She flushed and let out a shuddering breath, her pretty tits jiggling. With her long dark hair spread out on the pillow beneath her, Dane thought she was the most adorable thing he’d ever seen. “Finish it, Lydia.”
Her fingers shook as she untied the front of her sweatpants. Dane felt a trickle of sweat run between his shoulder blades. After he pulled his belt free and laid it on the bed, he quickly finished undressing. With slow precise movements, Lydia slid her sweats down her thighs, revealing a pair of sheer red panties. He could easily see her dark curls. Dane inhaled, smelling her wet heat. Christ, he wanted to taste her. It had driven him crazy watching Trent lick at her sweet honey.
Dane clutched Lydia’s waist and slid her further onto the bed, then straddled her. With his hands at either side of her head, caging her in, he growled, “The other night you weren’t made to submit. This time I want to give you a taste of what it means to be dominated. Do you trust me, Lydia?”
She closed her eyes and whispered, “Yes.”