An Excerpt & a Weekend Contest!

How about a sexy excerpt and a contest? It's Friday and it seems like a good time to have a giveaway, don't you think? I'm going to run this contest throughout the weekend, so there is plenty of time to enter. I'll pick the winner on Monday!

All you do is simply respond to this post and you're entered. I'm giving away PRINT copies of So Sensitive and Pleasure Bound, books 1 & 2 in my Hard to Get series, to one randomly chosen winner! U.S. entries only please. Thanks! :)

Now, onto the goods. Here's a sneak peek at my upcoming Samhain release, Vance's Rules. This is book 2 in my Blackwater series. Enjoy!

You can pre-order Vance's Rules for the Amazon Kindle now! I'll post other buy links as they become available.

His tools, his rules…

Blackwater, Book 2

Looking at Vance Jennings now, no one would guess that the tough-as-nails building contractor once suffered a broken heart. Twelve years has blunted the pain of the breakup with his high school sweetheart, but not the memory. Until she shows up on his doorstep asking for a second chance.

One look at the sexy redhead, and Vance adds a foot or two to his rock-solid emotional barriers. No way is he letting her back into his life. But he’ll be happy to let her close enough to sample her delectable body.

Shayla Riggs is no longer the vulnerable teenager who was forced to give up her first and only love. She’s older, wiser, and determined to make things right. Except the changes in Vance throw her for a loop. He’s definitely not the sweet boy she remembers. In fact, the grown-up version lights her up hotter than a firecracker.

It takes only a kiss, a caress, to bring back the explosive passion they once shared. But if Shayla can’t find a way to break through the bitter walls around his heart, it just might destroy them both. Again.

Warning: This story contains a stubborn woman intent on seduction and an alpha male with some naughty ideas of payback. Let the fireworks begin!

EXCERPT:
Watching the emotions flit across Shayla’s expressive face brought Vance back to the first moment he’d seen her. It was in Biology II, and Shayla had been wearing a demure white blouse and a pair of loose jeans. Her hair had been pulled back into a ponytail, little strands hanging around her face. At first, he’d thought her mousy and sort of forgettable. It hadn’t taken him long to start imagining what her slight curves would feel like pressed up against his body.

He’d flirted with her, and she’d blushed. It’d turned him on. He’d spent too many classroom hours staring at her ass. She’d caused a riot within his hormones, then and now. More than once, he’d imagined taking hold of the little elastic band holding her hair back and yanking it free so he could watch as all her rich, red hair cascaded down her back.

When they’d started dating, Shayla had spoiled him with her sweet, giving nature, Vance admitted to himself. He hadn’t been forced to do much chasing because she’d been so enamored of him. The first time they’d made love, in the front seat of his pickup truck, no less, Vance had been thrown for a loop by the fact she’d been a virgin. Guilt had assailed him. Hell, she’d been innocent until he’d gotten hold of her. The next morning in class, she’d looked at him and smiled. The combination of sweet innocence and naughty vixen had done him in. He’d been toast after that. Vance hadn’t been able to keep his hands off Shayla. If he remembered correctly, she’d been every bit as greedy for him.

Vance knew now what they’d had was puppy love. Shayla was more confident now. He had a feeling she wasn’t going to be quite so malleable this time around. She’d all but tossed a wrench into his well-ordered world with her sudden appearance as it was. He grinned in spite of himself. If she had any clue how intent he could be when he wanted something, she never would’ve stepped foot into his house.

When she sat on the couch in front of the fire and smiled up at him, Vance wasn’t sure whether he wanted to lick her from head to toe or push her out the door.

With resignation, Vance went to the kitchen cupboard and took out a bottle of wine. “Merlot, okay?” he called out.

“Perfect, thank you. So,” she said, “have you always lived here alone?”

It didn’t surprise him she would fish around to see if he’d ever had a woman living with him. Shayla was curious by nature. As he headed back into the living room, Vance hid a grin and decided to tease her a little.

“Actually, Elizabeth lives here with me.”

Shayla squinted. “Elizabeth? But you said you weren’t seeing anyone.”

“Elizabeth isn’t just anyone. She’s upstairs,” he said as he poured them each a glass of wine, “sprawled out on my bed.”

The look she shot him was downright lethal. “I see. Well, I hope I didn’t interrupt…anything.”

Yep, the woman was definitely jealous. Vance sat down next to her and took a sip of his wine. “Eh, Elizabeth doesn’t mind, but don’t expect her to come down and visit. She’s shy.”

Shayla tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, then started drumming her fingers on her thigh. Vance knew Shayla well. The twelve years she’d been gone hadn’t changed the fact that she only performed that little ritual whenever she was agitated—and without a doubt, right now she was agitated. “How long have you two been together?”

Her gaze narrowed. “A cat?”

Vance winked. “Yep. A pretty, slightly obese, gray-and-black-striped cat that I found at the animal shelter.”

She placed her glass on the coffee table and crossed her arms over her chest. “You were putting me on.”

Vance’s gaze zeroed in on Shayla’s breasts. She wore a high-necked, peach-colored blouse, and he could just barely make out the outline of her bra. God, how he wanted to see her strip. He imagined licking her nipples, and his cock stiffened. When an image of her naked and beneath him sprang to mind, he quickly pushed it away. “Yeah,” he said as he cleared his throat, “I was. Sorry.”

She chuckled. “You really don’t sound sorry.”

Vance had to tamp down the need to reach over and simply take what he so badly wanted. He needed to do something and quick, or Shayla was going to find herself sprawled out on the couch. To hell with crazy things like logic and good sense. “I’m really not.”

Vance put his wine next to hers on the coffee table in front of them, then scooted closer. When he took her in his arms, he noticed the shock registering in her eyes. “W-What are you doing?”

“When you came here, did you want more than a clear conscience, Shay?”

She closed her eyes tight and nodded. “Yes.”

Vance’s blood heated. “Do you still have feelings for me?” he asked, all but holding his breath.

Her green eyes opened and held his captive. “I don’t know, but I’d be lying if I said I haven’t thought about you over the years.”

It wasn’t a lot to go on, but it was enough that he wanted to shout in triumph. “Maybe we should get reacquainted, then. See where things go.”

“Yes, I’d like that.”

Vance cupped her face in his hand and drew her close until she was nestled against him. “Let’s start this off right, shall we?” he murmured as he dipped his head and tasted her for the first time in what seemed like forever. Oh, hell, yeah. The woman was made for him. God, he’d missed her taste. Her scent. Her sweet, bow-shaped mouth. No woman had ever gotten to him the way she did. It was as if with a single kiss the years melted away. His sweet Shay. It pissed him off that she got to him so fast, so easily.

Vance locked his thoughts away and devoured Shayla’s plump lips. He licked, torturing them both with ideas of more. Then he teased his tongue back and forth over the seam, thrilled when she parted them for him. Only him. It was a small sign of surrender, but Vance would take whatever he could get. She twined her arms around his neck, and her curves melted against him. He ached to sink into her hot pussy. To bury his dick deep and feel her shudder all around him as they loved each other.

He moved until she was lying back over the cushion, his body covering hers. He accidentally kicked the leg of the coffee table, and the wineglasses shook. Shayla stiffened. She began to push him away, and Vance let her, but only so he could taste the delicate skin on her throat. His hand wrapped around the slim column. He licked a spot behind her ear, and she moaned his name. His cock grew hard as stone, and he let loose a low groan of need.

“Wait,” she murmured. “Please.”

Vance pulled back and looked into her eyes. Her need tore him up, but there was a good amount of apprehension there as well. “What’s wrong, honey?”

“It’s too fast. Just this morning, you were ordering me to leave.”

Vance smoothed his palm down the side of her body until he was clutching her hip. He squeezed and felt her tremble. “Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?” He held himself in check, giving her the ultimate decision.

Her answer was pure Shayla. “I want you like crazy right now, but it can’t be merely sex. There has to be more between us.”

He frowned down at her. “It’s not just a quick fuck I’m looking for here.”

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Pleasure Bound--Erotic Excerpt!

And now something for all of you folks who take the time to read my blog. Psst, have ice water handy! LOL

Exclusive ADULT excerpt from Pleasure Bound:

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Jonas stayed in place for several seconds after her orgasm ended, as if relishing the little aftershocks. Then he lifted his head.

“You are so fucking beautiful when you come,” he murmured.

Amen, was all Deanna could think as she let her eyes drift closed. Then his weight lifted and Deanna opened them again. She watched him stand beside the bed, staring down at her with some unnamed emotion on his face.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

He crooked his finger and grinned wolfishly at her. “Come over here, kitten.”

Deanna rolled to her side and sat up. When she stood and went to him, Jonas placed his hand on the small of her back and directed her across the room. He stopped her when she reached the dresser. The mirror. As she stared at her reflection, heat flooded her cheeks. Her gaze shot to his. His guttural words turned her legs to jelly.

“I’m going to make you come again. Only this time, you’ll see what I see.”

“I’m not sure I can, not like this.”

“You can,” he whispered; then he dipped his head to the side and kissed her nape. As if he’d pulled a string, Deanna began to climb that same cliff all over again.

Jonas slid his hands up and down her arms, teasing goose bumps to the surface. Deanna forgot her trepidations and simply sank into the moment. With her eyes open, she watched Jonas move his lips lower, until he was behind her. He was totally out of view now, but she felt his mouth against her shoulder blades. Deanna’s body hummed to life as he kissed and licked. “God, I had no idea.”

“Mmm, what?”

“That shoulders could be such a hot spot.”

“Only with my mouth,” he growled. “No other.”

Deanna let the possessive statement go for one reason only--because she knew deep down that if any woman chose to put her mouth on any part of Jonas’s body, Deanna would go postal.

Her body jolted when Jonas’s mouth came into contact with her bottom. She could only assume he was on his knees as he stroked the seam of her buttocks with his tongue. His talented hands massaged and fondled her ass cheeks. Deanna leaned forward and braced her hands on the top of the dresser, then shuddered when he parted her.

“Spread your legs for me. Nice and wide.”

Deanna did as he bid, but only barely. She just wasn’t as open, as uninhibited as he was.

Thankfully, Jonas seemed to understand her nervousness, because he didn’t press the issue. His tongue caressed her again, moving slowly between her thighs to her swollen labia. He separated her and dipped in, piercing her entrance in fast, stabbing motions. So much sensation, it’d never been this way. He made her feel alive with a few clever touches.

“Such a pretty ass and pussy. Let me see more, kitten. I won’t hurt you. Please, for me.”

That’s when Deanna knew the scary truth. That she’d do anything for him. Giving up all sense of modesty, she widened her stance. He hummed his approval and was there again, sucking at her clitoris and taking her over that jagged edge. She happily soared higher and higher as his tongue probed and his lips brushed and tormented. Deanna shouted Jonas’s name as he tugged her nubbin with his teeth. She went up in flames, pushing backward against his face, achingly aware of his hard, calloused hands holding her hips still. As he kissed her pussy and licked her tight, pink anus, her legs nearly buckled.

In an instant, he was standing again, his body molding to the length of hers as he stared at her in the mirror. “You tear me up, Deanna. Goddamn, I want you.”

“Then take me, Jonas,” she choked out.

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NEW CONTEST!

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. :)

I'll be picking 3 winners. Each winner will get my 3 current Kensington Aphrodisia releases. All three books are contemporary erotic romance with a big emphasis on EROTIC. LOL!

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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.”

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Saturday Snippet & Contest!

Okay, I promised I'd give away books so here's the deal. I have PRINT copies of Some Like It Rough, So Sensitive, Body Rush, Seduce Me, Dare Me and Tahoe Nights. I seriously need to give a few away. All you have to do is comment on this post and you're entered to win. I'll pick 4 winners for this one.

First winner gets: Some Like It Rough & So Sensitive.
Second winner gets: Seduce Me & Dare Me.
Third winner gets: Tahoe Nights & winner's choice of one of the other five print titles.
Forth winner gets: So Sensitive & Body Rush.

Now onto the excerpt! This week's theme is weather. I chose an excerpt from Taking Chloe. There's nothing like the fresh Hawaiian breeze and making love outdoors to start your day off right. Or so that's what the naughty Merrick Vaughn thinks. ;-)

Adult Excerpt:

Merrick sat at the little table on the terrace of their suite, soaking in the fresh morning breeze as he read the latest headlines. He took a sip of the fresh coffee that had arrived moments earlier. He’d always been an early riser, but he’d actually slept until eight. He couldn’t believe the time when he’d looked at the clock. He hadn’t slept past six in the morning since his college days.

It hadn’t been easy to leave the warmth of Chloe’s naked body. She’d been draped over him like a human blanket, but he’d had a lot of thinking to do. Things to plan. Today he’d promised an explanation for his obsessively focused attitude toward work. Christ, he’d practically abandoned her. His pride stung when he thought of how he’d treated her. The most precious thing in his life, and yet his need to prove himself had overshadowed that fact. There could be no changing the past, though. All he could do now was prove he’d never neglect her again. He only hoped she gave him a second chance.

A rustle of fabric behind him caught his attention and pulled him out of his thoughts. He turned in his chair to see Chloe standing in the doorway. Her long hair lay in tangled waves over her shoulders, down past her breasts. Her cream-colored silk robe delineated her sleek lines and full, rounded hips. She could wear a burlap sack and it still wouldn’t hide curves like hers.

His mouth watered.

Merrick held out his hand and murmured, “Come here, angel.”

Chloe padded barefoot across the patio, rubbing her sleepy eyes. “How come you didn’t wake me?”

He chuckled and pulled her onto his lap. “And risk a limb?”

She smacked his chest. “I’m not that bad and you know it.”

Chloe grumbled and groused until she had at least two cups of coffee. “You don’t do mornings well. Remember the time right after we were married? I decided to wake you and surprise you with breakfast in bed. Big mistake.”

She laughed. “I didn’t shove the tray in your face on purpose. It was an involuntary reaction.”

He smoothed his palm down her back and slid his fingers over the top of her ass. “It wasn’t my face that got drenched. I ended up with scrambled eggs and grape juice all over my boxers. And that juice was cold as hell, too.”

Her eyes darkened with arousal. “But I cleaned you up afterwards.”

He angled his head and kissed her lightly. “Mmm, yes you did. I enjoyed your apology very much.”

Chloe started to leave his lap, but Merrick clamped his arm around her tighter. “Going somewhere?”

“I need to shower. I feel all…sticky.”

He let his palm drift up her thigh, pushing her robe apart as he went. The instant he felt her soft curls, his semi-erect cock stood to full attention. He slid a finger between her pussy lips and encountered creamy heat. “You’re aroused.”

Chloe sighed and leaned back. “Sitting on your lap does that to me.”

“I’m very glad.”

Merrick wiggled his index finger deeper. The clutch of her inner muscles had him pushing his dick into her bottom. He needed to bury himself inside his wife’s welcoming sheath. He pulled his finger free, then grasped onto her waist, turning her around until she straddled him. They didn’t speak as he untied her robe and exposed her nude body in the soft morning light.

She made a grab for the robe. “What if someone sees us, Merrick?”

“Haven’t you ever wanted to try something just a little bit naughty, Chloe?”

“I-I suppose.”

He pushed her robe off her shoulders and watched it pool around her waist. Merrick looked over Chloe’s shoulder and realized another couple in a hotel room adjacent to them watched their every move. Merrick’s possessive instinct was to cover his wife from the other man’s view, but he stopped himself. This was a week they’d always remember. Why not go a little wild?

You can find buy links along with chapter one here: http://annerainey.com/bookshelf/taking-chloe/

Also, be sure to check out the other authors' snippets!

Jody Wallace
Eliza Gayle
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Alison Kent
Denise A. Agnew
HelenKay Dimon
Lacey Savage
Shelli Stevens
Shiloh Walker
TJ Michaels

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What She Needs--Available Now!

The next book in my Cape May series is now out! Also, take a look at What She Wants, book 1 and What She Craves book 2 of the Cape May series!

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What She Needs
Cape May--book 3
contemporary erotic romance

Part 2 of Tory, Devon and Con's love triangle

Blurb:

Taking turns was never their strong suit…

Devon Mason and Con Walker are sexy, honorable, loving, and completely devoted. In other words, everything Tory looks for in a relationship. But what’s she supposed to buy her two lovers on V Day? Chocolate? How average is that? Their little love triangle is anything but average!

When Con surprises her with a weekend in Cancun, just the three of them, Tory is all over it—until she realizes Con forgot to include Devon in the package. Now their little love triangle is suffering, thanks to a couple of hard-headed men who both want to be numero uno.

Con was content to let Devon take control at Christmas, but now it’s his turn. A weekend in Cancun seems the perfect place for a romantic getaway—then Devon says he’s planning to surprise Tory with a trip to Aruba, and Con’s possessive instincts kick in. He’d always been happy to share Tory with the guy he cares for like a brother. But the deeper Con falls in love, the harder it is to keep from ripping Tory away from Devon.

Sooner or later something—or someone—is going to give.

Warning: This title contains lots of steamy, explicit sex. Hot, jealous men in need of a strong, intelligent woman. And a warm, loving ménage a trois relationship.

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Heroes: Con Walker and Devon Mason

Favorite Quote:

He ignored her struggles and instead straddled her legs. "I was a good boy and talked, then you go and get all sassy? That’s very naughty." He swatted her upturned ass and Tory yelped.

Adult Excerpt

As Con pried his eyes open, the first thing that captured his attention was Tory’s face nestled against his chest. The early morning light coming from the large windows across the room allowed him to see her small, curvy body tucked in close. His eager dick flexed its approval. Damn, he loved sleeping with her. Even though Tory was still in possession of her grandmother’s house, she went over there only a few days a week. Con had tried to persuade her to sell the old place, but she’d flat refused. It hadn’t taken him long to realize she kept it for sentimental reasons. It bothered him that she was paying taxes on the place, though. Thankfully, Devon, his best friend and partner in their little love triangle, didn’t have the same attachment to his condo. Clearly seeing the benefits of sharing expenses, he’d sold it and moved right in.


Careful not to wake Tory, Con gently pushed the sheet down their bodies, baring her one pretty inch at a time. It’d taken him and Devon a few weeks of coaxing, but they’d finally managed to talk Tory into sleeping naked. It’d been well worth the effort too. As he smoothed his palm down her side to her hip, all he felt was firm, warm, feminine skin. She mumbled and slung one smooth-as-satin leg over his calves. Christ, she was cute. Watching her sleep had become an obsession for him. There was just something about seeing Tory Jeffries with her guard down, looking so sweet and vulnerable. It pulled every single one of Con’s protective instincts front and center.

He looked across the room and spotted a bare-chested Devon sitting in the recliner. He’d pulled on his navy blue pajama bottoms and his laptop was open. Whatever was on the screen no longer held his attention, though. Devon sent him a grin, telling Con without words exactly what he intended to do—watch. He’d known for years that his friend was a voyeur and Con had been content to play the exhibitionist on several occasions. He didn’t quite understand it, but neither did he mind.

Turning his attention back to Tory, Con let his hand travel a leisurely path over Tory’s shoulder and lower back before reaching the plush cushion of her ass. Her bottom was a thing of beauty. He could spend hours kissing and fondling her there. He cupped it, filling his palm with her sexy flesh. She moaned and pressed closer, her damp pussy sliding along his thigh. The slight provocation spurred him into action. Grasping her around the waist, Con pulled her on top of him, blanketing himself with her warm, supple body.

"Good Morning, Con.”

He nudged his cock between her thighs and damn near drowned in bliss at the feel of her soft little pussy. “How’d you know it was me?”

“Because Devon is most likely up and working already.” She turned her head and glanced across the room. “Morning, Devon,” she mumbled.

Devon sat up and closed the laptop before placing it on the end table next to the chair. “Morning, sugar.”

Letting out a yawn, Tory snuggled against him again. “It Saturday, Devon. Why are you up?”

“I had too damn many meetings this week and got behind on a few things.”

“This is all real fascinating, but I’d rather play.” Con rubbed his cock against Tory’s pussy, teasing and evoking a throaty little moan from her. “Does our little baby want to play?”

Without answering, Tory started to move her hips, beginning a rhythmic rotating motion that had his cock hardening farther. Her cheek was pressed against his chest and one hand splayed wide, directly over his heart. “Mmm, our sweet Tory does want to play, Dev.”

"I can see that,” Devon said, his voice low.

Con looked over in time to see Devon get to his feet. Their gazes clashed. Devon pulled his pajama pants down and his cock sprang free. It was hard and already dripping with precome. Con continued to stare as Devon kicked his pants free and sat back down, one hand wrapped tight around his cock. When Devon’s smile came, something deep inside Con stirred the way it always did when they played this particular game.

Tearing his gaze away from Devon, Con turned his attention back to the woman draped over him like a warm, silky blanket. He pushed the wild mane of Tory’s hair to one side and kissed her exposed cheek, savoring the flavor of her creamy skin. Her eyes fluttered open and her tongue darted out, licking at her dry, swollen lips. He watched the emotions skitter across her face as she went from drowsy to totally alert. Her gaze heated and Con’s chest tightened. Damn, the woman could make a monk shake with need. Some part of him half-expected Tory to reject him. Even after so many nights spent together, he still couldn’t help but wonder why she hadn’t kicked him to the curb. Okay, so he was a successful businessman now. He no longer had to fight just to survive. But while he might’ve moved up in the world, financially and socially, deep down Con still felt like the punk kid nobody wanted around. He was just too fucking glad Tory had never known him back then. Too fucking glad she saw something in him worth keeping around.

For a moment, Con let his mind replay the previous night. Tory had been exhausted from helping Summer with her bed-and-breakfast. He admired the fact she never thought twice about lending a hand whenever a friend was in need, but he hated that she worked so damn hard all the time. Devon had drawn her a bath. They’d both instructed her to relax and unwind. Afterward, Con had a dinner of grilled salmon and steamed vegetables ready and waiting. The full-body massage after had been pure impulse. Of course, having their hands on the woman they loved was no hardship. And seeing her all fresh and pink from her bath had been a little too much provocation. On the other hand, her begging them to take her hadn’t hurt either. His fair little princess had been an eager and wild participant in the sex games that followed. And judging by the dampness pressing against his cock now, she was wide awake and ready for round two.

Con was only too happy to comply.

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A TGIF Hot Excerpt!

So, today I woke up to see "What She Needs" on the Samhain (contemporary) bestseller list. What a way to start the weekend! "What She Needs" comes out Feb. 22nd, it's the sequel to "What She Craves". Those of you who have read Craves will enjoy getting another glimpse at Tory and her two sexy men. This time, however, readers will get to know a little bit more about Con.


If you haven't read "What She Craves" here's a steamy sample for you. Enjoy!

ADULT EXCERPT:

The woman was made for loving. Damn, he’d missed her taste. Her scent. Even her sassy mouth. No woman had ever gotten to him the way she did. It was as if she knew just which buttons to push. It pissed him off and turned him on at the same time.

As he devoured Tory’s plump lips, Con moved up behind her and wrapped an arm around her stomach, then pressed his lips to her neck. Tory moaned and twined her arms around Devon’s neck, melting back against Con. Devon teased his tongue back and forth over the seam of her lips, only too pleased when she parted and let him enter. Devon ached to be inside her tight heat. He released her long enough to flip the lock on her front door—he wasn’t about to be interrupted. Bending at the knees, Devon lifted her into his arms and took her to the couch. He sat her carefully on the cushion.

“Clothes,” she ordered.

Great minds, Devon thought. Within seconds, they were all three naked. Devon dropped to his knees and buried his face into the warmth of her pussy. “Son of a bitch, I missed you.” He reached around and palmed her buttocks. He squeezed and felt her shudder.

“We need you, baby,” Con admitted, his voice rough with emotion. “Only you.”

“It’s the same for me, Con,” Tory cried, burying her fingers into Devon’s hair.

Devon stood, turned Tory around so she was on her knees facing the back of the couch, then sank his cock deep. Tory shouted his name, throwing her head back and clutching on to the cushion.

“Jesus, that’s good, Tory. Tight and hot. Like a loving fist milking me dry.”


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A Peek At "What She Needs"

Today I figured I'd give you a taste of my upcoming Samhain release!



Samhain Publishing

What She Needs

Cape May--book 3

contemporary erotic romance

Part 2 of Tory, Devon and Con's love triangle

Blurb:

Taking turns was never their strong suit…

Devon Mason and Con Walker are sexy, honorable, loving, and completely devoted. In other words, everything Tory looks for in a relationship. But what’s she supposed to buy her two lovers on V Day? Chocolate? How average is that? Their little love triangle is anything but average!

When Con surprises her with a weekend in Cancun, just the three of them, Tory is all over it—until she realizes Con forgot to include Devon in the package. Now their little love triangle is suffering, thanks to a couple of hard-headed men who both want to be numero uno.

Con was content to let Devon take control at Christmas, but now it’s his turn. A weekend in Cancun seems the perfect place for a romantic getaway—then Devon says he’s planning to surprise Tory with a trip to Aruba, and Con’s possessive instincts kick in. He’d always been happy to share Tory with the guy he cares for like a brother. But the deeper Con falls in love, the harder it is to keep from ripping Tory away from Devon.

Sooner or later something—or someone—is going to give.

Warning: This title contains lots of steamy, explicit sex. Hot, jealous men in need of a strong, intelligent woman. And a warm, loving ménage a trois relationship.

Coming February 22nd!

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Chapter One

As Con pried his eyes open, the first thing that captured his attention was Tory’s face nestled against his chest. The early morning light coming from the large windows across the room allowed him to see her small, curvy body tucked in close. His eager dick flexed its approval. Damn, he loved sleeping with her. Even though Tory was still in possession of her grandmother’s house, she went over there only a few days a week. Con had tried to persuade her to sell the old place, but she’d flat refused. It hadn’t taken him long to realize she kept it for sentimental reasons. It bothered him that she was paying taxes on the place, though. Thankfully, Devon, his best friend and partner in their little love triangle, didn’t have the same attachment to his condo. Clearly seeing the benefits of sharing expenses, he’d sold it and moved right in.

Careful not to wake Tory, Con gently pushed the sheet down their bodies, baring her one pretty inch at a time. It’d taken him and Devon a few weeks of coaxing, but they’d finally managed to talk Tory into sleeping naked. It’d been well worth the effort too. As he smoothed his palm down her side to her hip, all he felt was firm, warm, feminine skin. She mumbled and slung one smooth-as-satin leg over his calves. Christ, she was cute. Watching her sleep had become an obsession for him. There was just something about seeing Tory Jeffries with her guard down, looking so sweet and vulnerable. It pulled every single one of Con’s protective instincts front and center.

He looked across the room and spotted a bare-chested Devon sitting in the recliner. He’d pulled on his navy blue pajama bottoms and his laptop was open. Whatever was on the screen no longer held his attention, though. Devon sent him a grin, telling Con without words exactly what he intended to do—watch. He’d known for years that his friend was a voyeur and Con had been content to play the exhibitionist on several occasions. He didn’t quite understand it, but neither did he mind.

Turning his attention back to Tory, Con let his hand travel a leisurely path over Tory’s shoulder and lower back before reaching the plush cushion of her ass. Her bottom was a thing of beauty. He could spend hours kissing and fondling her there. He cupped it, filling his palm with her sexy flesh. She moaned and pressed closer, her damp pussy sliding along his thigh. The slight provocation spurred him into action. Grasping her around the waist, Con pulled her on top of him, blanketing himself with her warm, supple body.

"Good Morning, Con.”

He nudged his cock between her thighs and damn near drowned in bliss at the feel of her soft little pussy. “How’d you know it was me?”

“Because Devon is most likely up and working already.” She turned her head and glanced across the room. “Morning, Devon,” she mumbled.

Devon sat up and closed the laptop before placing it on the end table next to the chair. “Morning, sugar.”

Letting out a yawn, Tory snuggled against him again. “It Saturday, Devon. Why are you up?”

“I had too damn many meetings this week and got behind on a few things.”

“This is all real fascinating, but I’d rather play.” Con rubbed his cock against Tory’s pussy, teasing and evoking a throaty little moan from her. “Does our little baby want to play?”

Without answering, Tory started to move her hips, beginning a rhythmic rotating motion that had his cock hardening farther. Her cheek was pressed against his chest and one hand splayed wide, directly over his heart. “Mmm, our sweet Tory does want to play, Dev.”

"I can see that,” Devon said, his voice low.

Con looked over in time to see Devon get to his feet. Their gazes clashed. Devon pulled his pajama pants down and his cock sprang free. It was hard and already dripping with precome. Con continued to stare as Devon kicked his pants free and sat back down, one hand wrapped tight around his cock. When Devon’s smile came, something deep inside Con stirred the way it always did when they played this particular game.

Tearing his gaze away from Devon, Con turned his attention back to the woman draped over him like a warm, silky blanket. He pushed the wild mane of Tory’s hair to one side and kissed her exposed cheek, savoring the flavor of her creamy skin. Her eyes fluttered open and her tongue darted out, licking at her dry, swollen lips. He watched the emotions skitter across her face as she went from drowsy to totally alert. Her gaze heated and Con’s chest tightened. Damn, the woman could make a monk shake with need. Some part of him half-expected Tory to reject him. Even after so many nights spent together, he still couldn’t help but wonder why she hadn’t kicked him to the curb. Okay, so he was a successful businessman now. He no longer had to fight just to survive. But while he might’ve moved up in the world, financially and socially, deep down Con still felt like the punk kid nobody wanted around. He was just too fucking glad Tory had never known him back then. Too fucking glad she saw something in him worth keeping around.

For a moment, Con let his mind replay the previous night. Tory had been exhausted from helping Summer with her bed-and-breakfast. He admired the fact she never thought twice about lending a hand whenever a friend was in need, but he hated that she worked so damn hard all the time. Devon had drawn her a bath. They’d both instructed her to relax and unwind. Afterward, Con had a dinner of grilled salmon and steamed vegetables ready and waiting. The full-body massage after had been pure impulse. Of course, having their hands on the woman they loved was no hardship. And seeing her all fresh and pink from her bath had been a little too much provocation. On the other hand, her begging them to take her hadn’t hurt either. His fair little princess had been an eager and wild participant in the sex games that followed. And judging by the dampness pressing against his cock now, she was wide awake and ready for round two.

Con was only too happy to comply.

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Jingle Bell Rockin' at Three Wicked Writers Plus Two!

We're Jingle Bell Rockin' the entire month of December on Three Wicked Writers Plus Two. It starts TODAY so get your butts over there, lol! We'll be sharing holiday memories, recipes, favorite holiday movies, and of course there are prizes to be won. http://threewickedwriters.blogspot.com/

And for my Hump Day Hunks I bring you...

Wednesday's Hunk Quote.

This scene is from "Burn"--my one and only first person point-of-view story. I wrote it from Ally's viewpoint. It just felt right. This was Ally's story and she needed to be the one to tell it.

It's a scorcher, beware! :)

I propped my hands against the headboard and rose up and down on his face, circling my hips and rubbing my clit over his puckered mouth, taking my own desire against his face. Blake watched, tied and helpless, eager to please me. It was suddenly too much.


My body pulsed and spasmed as blood rushed to my hot cunt. I flew over a jagged cliff right into oblivion, screaming his name over and over.

I would have collapsed had I not been on Blake’s face. Instead, I rose up entirely, then lowered to my knees next to his torso. His worshipful gaze never once left mine.

“Let me go, Ally. Untie me now.”

I wanted to protest, to keep up the pretense that I was the one in control, but we both knew the truth. The instant I’d agreed to have dinner with him, he’d assumed control. Without a word, I untied his hands, and he leaned up and untied his own ankles. I wasn’t given the chance to think about my decision as he grabbed my waist and threw me to the mattress, then covered me with his body. I moaned, and his lips curved in that same predatory way I remembered as an enamored girl.

“You’re mine, Ally. You’ve always been mine. I walked away from you once and it was the biggest mistake of my life. I’m not leaving this time.”

Oh God, why did that sound so good? Why did I still want him to love me? My heart broke hearing those words spoken in such a possessive way.

Sanity came back, barely, as I whispered, “I never agreed to anything more than this one night.”

He leaned down and kissed me. It was soft, fleeting. Tempting. As he rose a few inches, I could swear I still felt the heat of his lips against mine. I hoped I’d always feel it there. Maybe it would make saying goodbye easier...

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Smokin' Hot Excerpt!

Today I figured I'd heat things up with a hot excerpt from "Body Rush". In this scene, Roni is learning that sometimes giving up control is a good thing. Hell, a great thing! :)

I hope you like it!

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WARNING: ADULT EXCERPT


“You’re a slob, Dr. Smart.”

Roni took in the messy surroundings. Clothes were strewn everywhere, her dresser was a chaotic mishmash of makeup, spray bottles and...damn, was that a coffee cup? It was a ridiculous mess. Still, she was glad she’d managed to talk him into coming home with her, instead of the other way around. “It’s the way I live, deal with it.”

“I bet you say that to all the guys,” he whispered as he continued removing her clothing.

Oh, god, they were moving too fast and she knew it. He’d already shucked his clothes and now he was helping Roni out of hers. Roni couldn’t seem to put a stop to it. Something about Jake pulled at her. He didn’t treat her like she would break. He pushed and demanded and Roni loved it. She’d never let a man take such control. She’d even begun to suspect she was incapable of letting down her defenses long enough to ever have a normal relationship. She’d discovered pretty quickly that going to Kinks afforded her the luxury of being herself. There were no expectations. She could act on her desires and there were no consequences.

As she stood in her bedroom, allowing Jake to undress her as if she were a small child, Roni discovered a new kind of pleasure. When he removed her bra, leaving a pair of white silk panties covering her from his view, Roni was nearly ready to surrender and let Jake run the show.

As he slid the scrap of silk down her legs, Roni suddenly felt a bout of shyness overcome her. When he didn’t stand back up to take her to the bed, she frowned. “What are you doing?”

On his knees, his face mere inches from her pussy, he stared up at her. “I’m looking.”

Her clit throbbed as she watched him lick his lips. Jake leaned forward and kissed her drenched curls tenderly, forcing her to reach out and clutch his shoulders for support. His talented mouth lingered, licking up and down between her swollen folds. Roni whimpered and dug her fingers into the powerful muscles of his shoulders.

“Oh, god, Jake.” Roni didn’t know what to do. A storm brewed inside her and she needed to control it. To rein it in. As his arms wrapped around her hips and he cuddled her bottom, Roni tried to wriggle free. She ached to open her thighs, to give him better access. But he was too strong and he wasn’t budging.

“Let me play, baby,” he cajoled, his voice rough with passion. “I need to savor this hot little cunt for a bit.”

Who was she to deny the man? As he sank his tongue in, laving at her, Roni’s knees nearly buckled. She would’ve fallen had he not been holding her in his firm embrace. When his talented mouth found her clitoris, the tremors built inside her by slow degrees. Little ripples moved through her, gaining momentum as he sucked at her clit and licked her pussy.

Roni couldn’t take much more of the pleasurable torture. She sank her fingers into his hair and pulled hard enough to gain his attention. His gaze darkened, turned savage, as he pulled back and looked at her. Roni wouldn’t be deterred by his feral expression. “Finger fuck me, Jake,” she demanded, “Do it now.”

Without warning, Jake released her and stood. She would have fallen on her ass had he not steadied her. When she was about to order him back on his knees, he only slung her around and brought his palm down hard on the sensitive flesh of her ass.

“Ow! That hurt, damn it!”

“Next time we fuck, you can order me to do your bidding,” he gritted out. “This time you’re mine.”

“I told you before I’m a Dominatrix,” she bit out. “I like to be in control.”

He swatted her again on the other cheek. “You got your way when you insisted we come back to your place instead of mine. Now hush and let me play. You’ll get your turn.”

It wasn’t in Roni’s nature to hold her tongue. She’d never been good at it. “I’ll take my turn now.” She tried to turn but his hands gripping her hips were too strong.

“You were doing fine, baby. Why the sudden change?”

“It’s not rocket science, Jake. I want to come, it’s that simple.”

His hot breath against her ear had her pussy creaming. “Let me take you there then. Stop fighting me.”

Could she let him have control? She turned and looked at him. “I’ll get my chance later?”

He smiled. “I promise, princess.”

“Princess?”

He looked her over and groaned. “A pretty, stubborn, blonde princess.”

She bit her lip and contemplated the merits of giving into Jake. He wanted to pleasure her in his own way. It wasn’t exactly a hardship to let the man take over. “Okay.”

Gently, he kissed her lips. “You won’t regret it.”

When he stepped backward, Roni let her gaze drift over his muscular chest, then on down to his hard cock. “I know,” she murmured.



***



Jake held Roni’s gaze as he slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of her. Her eyes rounded, and there was a fire he hadn’t seen in them before. “I want to taste this pretty pussy.” She started to protest, but in the end stayed silent and let him have his way. Knowing she was willing to relinquish control melted his heart. Instinctively, Jake knew Roni rarely gave a man control.

He licked his lips and stared at the glistening golden curls covering paradise. “I bet you taste like heaven. A slice of sweet honeyed heaven.”

Her cheeks bloomed pink and her eyes darkened. The soft light on the bedside table lent to the sensuality of the moment. “Would you like my tongue on your clit, Roni?”

“Yes,” she groaned.

Jake leaned in and kissed the little nub. “Say please, pretty baby.”

“Please, damn you!”

He chuckled. “Not quite what I had in mind, but it’ll do.” Jake clutched onto her thighs and tugged her forward. She moaned his name and it fueled his own raging need. With her body so close, Jake could smell her arousal. Christ, he was starved for her.

“You’re so goddamn sexy. Sexy and wet and ready.”

“Jake,” she muttered, “I’m dying here.”

As she held onto his shoulders, sharp nails digging into flesh and muscle, Jake knew he’d never forget this moment as long as he lived.

The need in her quivery voice urged him on. “Put your leg over my shoulder.”

She was unsteady but eager as she did as he instructed. The position put the apex of her thighs directly in his face. It was a major turn-on. She looked a little bit awkward and wobbly. Jake cupped her ass and squeezed, then kissed her clit. “I want your juice on my tongue. I’m going to really enjoy licking you dry, Roni.”

He spread her open with his thumbs and exposed her hot little cunt. When he leaned in and licked her slit, Jake tasted pure, feminine heat. He ached for more, to drown in her liquid desire. His tongue delved inside her opening as his hands clasped onto her bottom, bringing her closer. Jake was suddenly swept away on a sea of desire as emotions rocked his body and tore at his heart and soul. He sank deeper, his cock throbbing as Roni’s inner muscles clenched around him. Her fingers moved to his hair and she pulled him forward, forcing him to bury his head in her wet pussy.

“Your tongue, Jake,” she moaned, “I need more of your tongue, please.”

He gave in and flicked his tongue over and around her clit, relishing the needy sounds Roni made. Her thighs started to quiver and her body began to spasm out of control. Jake tongue-fucked her, sinking in and out of her dewy heat as if starved. Without warning, Roni shuddered and screamed, her juice pouring into his hungry mouth.

He lapped at her several times, eager to swallow every drop of her passion, before he pulled his mouth off her. Roni slumped over him. The feel of her soft curves, leaning on him for support filled him with masculine pride. In this single moment, Roni appeared vulnerable and trusting. It pulled at Jake to see her so open to him. He gently kissed her swollen nub one more time, then pushed her away enough so he could stand. He slipped one arm behind her back and the other behind her knee before lifting her into his arms. After he placed her on the bed, he stepped back. Her quick breathing and heavy-lidded eyes had every one of his possessive instincts kicking in. Damn, she was beautiful. He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but in that moment he vowed they would be sharing more than a single night together. No way in hell would he be letting her slip through his fingers now that he’d had a taste of sweet heaven.


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Friday Excerpt!

Sorry I haven't blogged this week. Been busy writing!

So, I decided to pick a HOT excerpt for ya.

This is from my 3rd Vaughn story, Taking Chloe. In this scene, Merrick and Chloe have just arrived in Hawaii and Chloe is trying to get a shower so they can go out to dinner. Merrick has other plans though! *grin* 

WARNING: Adult Excerpt!

“Because I want to, damn it, that’s why.”

Chloe rolled her eyes at Merrick’s reason for wanting to shower with her. “It would be faster if you’d just let me finish.”

“I’m not leaving, so deal with it.”

“We’re never going to get to dinner if you don’t leave, Merrick.”

“Fuck dinner. I want to wash you, so scoot over. Besides, let’s not forget the deal. I’m in charge.”

“Yes, you’re in charge…of our fun. This is a shower.”

“And a shower can be mighty fun.”

Chloe wasn’t sure why she continued to resist. As husband and wife they’d showered together hundreds of times. This time it seemed so different, as if it were the first time. A virgin on prom night would be less jumpy, for crying out loud!

“Fine, but if we don’t make our reservations, don’t blame me.”

His grin was one of pure male arrogance. “Duly noted.”

Chloe tried not to drool when Merrick yanked his shirt off and tossed it to the bathroom floor. As he undid the fly of his jeans and slid them and his black boxers down his powerful thighs, she gave up on maintaining control all together. God, he was gorgeous. His muscled behind faced her, and if she leaned toward him a few inches, she could take a bite out of his delicious flesh. He straightened and turned toward her. His cock was huge. As she watched, it seemed to get even bigger. As her gaze snared his, he grinned. She lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Those pretty eyes are devouring me right now, babe.”

She pushed her wet hair behind her shoulder and tried not to let his sweet, hard body get to her…too much.

“I can’t help if I like what I see.”

“I like what I see, too. A lot,” he growled.

He stepped into the tub with her. Chloe moved to the side to give him room. He was twice her size and he took up most of the tub. Not that she was complaining. She couldn’t remember the last time her husband had taken the time to shower with her. Too long. Much too long.

“You’re so beautiful, Chloe. Inside and out.”

His words and the sincerity behind them filled her heart with warmth. “You haven’t told me that for a very long time. It’s nice to hear compliments from you.”

He slid the backs of his fingers down her wet arm, leaving little goose bumps in his wake. “You make me want to slay dragons and shower you with diamonds,” he murmured. “I’m sorry I’ve been so wrapped up in work. I need to explain about that, but first I want to show you how much I’ve missed you. May I?”

He’d melted her completely. She’d become a useless puddle of pudding at his feet.

“Yes,” she capitulated, “I think I’d like that very much.”

He placed two fingers against her lips. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. We’re going to take our time, go real slow. I have a need to experience my wife to the fullest tonight.”

She removed his fingers and asked, “What about dinner?” She didn’t really care about food, but she should at least ask, for his sake.

“Screw dinner,” he muttered.

As his mouth came crashing down on hers, Chloe fell against him, relishing the sensation of her nipples against the solid wall of his chest. At once he was everywhere, his arms sturdy and protective around her. He cupped her ass in his palms, lifted and pulled her tighter against his lethal strength. His hands squeezed, and she laughed. “Merrick, that tickles!”

“I know. Thought I’d forgotten, huh?”

Chloe feared he’d forgotten a lot of things about her, but she didn’t want to reveal so much of her inner turmoil. “Well, you must admit it’s not your typical ticklish spot.”

“There’s not a damn thing typical about your ass, Chloe. It’s sexy as hell.” He squeezed her flesh again, and she let loose a string of giggles. “When you giggle like that it turns me on like you wouldn’t believe.”

She liked the thought of Merrick turned on because of her. “What else turns you on?” she prompted.

“The cleft in your chin,” he easily answered. His tongue came out and touched the little indentation. Her body flooded with liquid heat.

“Is that all?” she managed between pants.

“The length of your neck. You have a regal bearing, and your neck just begs to be kissed and nibbled.”

He proceeded to prove his point by angling his head and teasing the side of her neck with his lips. He slid her wet hair out of the way and skimmed his tongue up and down her flesh, directly over her vein. He bit down and her pussy pulsed and swelled with need. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, fingernails biting into flesh and muscle. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the moment. His mouth drifted lower, sliding over the tops of her breasts. When he kissed each nipple with tender affection, her legs shook with anticipation.

“The bellhop eyed your sweet tits like a mocha latte. Pissed me off,” he gritted out. “But I have to admit, the kid has a good eye. You do look delicious, baby.”

and my inspiration for Merrick:

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