Wow, I realized that release day for Cup of Sugar is just one month away. Eek! I’m madly trying to get this book all prettied up for you. I’ve loved getting to know Conn & Nia and watch their relationship unfold in a fun, sweet-and-sexy courtship. I hope you’ll all enjoy it too!
Here’s a little excerpt from the first chapter, just as a teaser. 😉
Coming ( 😉 ) this August… the Sex Scene Championship over at Scorching Book Reviews. If you enjoy erotic romance, this is an event you won’t want to miss. I always find lots of new books for my TBR list during this event. Plus, tons of great prizes are up for grabs.
I hope you’ll check out the daily contestants, and yes, I hope you’ll vote for my scene on August 11th! 🙂
Over on Facebook, three of my awesome author friends — Cara Bristol, Stacey Kennedy and Siobhan Muir — tagged me to participate in a “7” meme. In this game, you go to page 7 or 70 in your Work in Progress and post 7 lines that include dialogue. Well, if you know my writing style, you know I love dialogue! But since this my blog, I decided to cheat a little…don’t count the lines, because there are a lot more than 7. 😉
So here goes. An unedited excerpt from page 7 of my untitled, almost-finished WIP:
“Hey dream girl.”
That voice. She turned—gravitated, really—toward the rich sound. Several people stood between her and the owner’s twinkling, deep-blue eyes. She silently mouthed the words ‘hey asshole’, but her face betrayed her yet again by smiling. Without apologizing, he detoured around the customers separating them and deposited his armful of products behind her heaping pile.
“You just cut in front of four people.”
“I wanted to be behind you.” He took his time perusing her body before meeting her eyes again. “I’m sure nobody blames me for that.”
“She does.” Paige pointed at the somewhat-shrunken woman chirping at him in Italian. Or maybe Portuguese. Hard to tell which, but the lady was definitely peeved.
He showed zero concern, didn’t even bother to look. “Did my t-shirt keep you warm last night?”
“Very.” She leaned closer to him. “Especially when I was lying on my sheepskin rug…watching it burn in the fireplace.”
He barked out a laugh, attracting the attention of everyone in their line and beyond. “That was my favorite t-shirt.”
“I don’t think you’ll miss it.” She nodded at his current apparel—an identical, plain black t-shirt.
He shook his head, still smiling. “Big attitude for such a tiny thing.”
“I’m not tiny.”
“No?” He stepped closer. Invaded her space with his massive everything.
“I’m average. You’re just—” Her eyes drifted across his shoulders, then down. “Huge.” Heat flared in her cheeks as the last word slipped from her mouth in a breathy tone that belonged in the bedroom, not the superstore checkout line. Shit. “Don’t even go there.”
He shrugged, a wolfish grin spreading across his stubble-shadowed face. “You said it, not me.”
And now they both knew she was thinking about his cock. Awesome.
That’s all for now. What you think… Like it? Hate it?
One of my favorite reasons for writing stories that take place during the summer months is sex. Indoor sex can be smokin’ hot, no question, but outdoor sex offers so many variables and possibilities. Add the risk of being caught that comes with ‘doing it’ (whatever the ‘it’ may be) in a less-than-private location, and outdoor sex becomes hotter than hot.
My debut novel, GAME PLAN, is set in the summer months. Mason and Andie have sexual encounters in a downtown alley, the front seat of a pickup truck while parked in front of a store, while waiting in a long drive-thru line, and later, in the back of that truck.
My newest release, BODY OF WORK, also has a summer setting, and Brian and Cassie definitely take advantage of the warm weather. They make excellent use of a park pavilion and a sugar maple tree in Cassie’s yard.
Here’s an excerpt from BODY OF WORK featuring that sugar maple tree…
His fingers curled around her waist. He used his power and size to back her up to the maple before she’d registered their first step. “Take your pants down to the knees.”
“I guess that’s a yes to my terms.”
No acknowledgement, unless a raised eyebrow counted. Intensity and amusement played across his face. He released her to cross his arms over his chest, making muscles bulge and pop out all over the place. Half a foot separated them, enough space for her to move away if that’s what she wanted. Maybe he was testing her. Bossing her around to see if she’d change her mind.
“I’d suggest we shake on our agreement, but I don’t think my old patio set can take the kind of strain we put on that picnic table in the pavilion.”
“How about this tree, think it can take it?” His hand thudded against the trunk. He kept his eyes locked on hers as he ran his palm up and down the old maple, skimming the side of her body along the way. “What about you? This bark’s pretty rough—it’s going to hurt when it digs into your soft skin, and it will dig in, because if you’re brave enough to take those pants down, I’m going to let the brute fuck you any way he likes.”
Her cheeks burned. She shifted foot to foot, acutely aware of the satin teasing her nipples, the tight jeans pressing against her clit. “I’m ready for him.”
His jaw ticked and his eyes darkened. “Then get those pants down, now.”
She scrambled to obey, fingers trembling as they fumbled with the buckle. The wide belt had been a chore to fit through the belt loops and the stiff leather made undoing it harder yet. “New belt, it needs breaking in.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” One corner of his mouth lifted—from reading her mind, no doubt—when her hands froze in their efforts. “Here. Let me.”
She nodded, swallowing a mouthful of cotton as he took over the job. But he didn’t pull the strip of leather free of the belt loops. Didn’t order her to bend over so he could use it to paint stripes on her ass. He just separated the metal buckle from the opposite end, one-handed her button open and slid the zipper down, all without looking away from her face.
“Take off your bra.”
“Okay.” Hands shaking, she reached around for the clasp. Then the hem of her t-shirt.
“Just the bra. Keep the shirt on.”
She slid the straps down her arms, clearing each wrist in a wholly unsexy manner, then pulled the white satin bust-enhancer out of one sleeve. “And there goes my artificial cleavage.”
“You’ve got something better—perfect nipples. I like seeing them poke through your shirt. Like at the gym when you wear that light-purple tank top, or the white one. Those tops don’t hide much. Did you know your nipples get hard when you’re working out?”
“Really…I had no idea.” Batted eyelashes, along with feigned innocence, did the trick. The sound that came from his chest was part chuckle, part growl. And oh god, was it hot.
Beneath the thin red fabric her nipples tightened. Like a good hussy, she arched her back to make their condition more visible. Her breath caught when he lowered his head. The words bite me hovered on the tip of her tongue. All that came out of her mouth was a choked cry of frustration as he grazed the cloth-covered nubs in passing.
He crouched before her, his mouth level with her open zipper. “Pants are coming down now. Last chance to get away.” Above him, she shook her head. “No? Good.” He gathered her jeans, belt and panties in his fists and pulled the lot down to her knees a heck of a lot easier than the skintight jeans had gone up. “No,” he said when she lifted one leg to step out of her pants. “This is where they stay.”
“But I won’t be able to open my legs,” she wiggled in demonstration, “or move.”
“I know.” His smile bordered on feral. He grabbed both ends of her belt and yanked, squeezing her legs closer together, then fastened the buckle above her knees. “Comfortable?”
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In honor of V-Day, I thought I’d share part of the Valentine’s Day scene from my August release, MORE THAN WORDS. I can’t post the whole scene, because of spoilers, sorry! I hope you enjoy this little nibble. 🙂
“Lock up, would you, I’m going to do a read on the till.” Calli ran the daily sales report, eyes bugging at the numbers. “Holy crap, Cait, we sold as much today as the Saturday before Christmas.”
“Love is in the air. That, and the promise of hot Valentine’s Day smexing.” Caitlyn stood, hands on hips, surveying the disastrous state of Romance U after their banner day. “It looks like the place has been ransacked—by dozens of horny men and women.”
Calli laughed. That about summed it up. “Let’s leave it until tomorrow.”
“Whoa. You feeling sick, boss? You never leave the store a mess. Never.” A perfectly waxed and shaped eyebrow lifted in Calli’s direction. “You’re planning on bailing. I’m onto you, Cal. You think you’re going to wiggle out of our plans and spend Valentine’s night cleaning the store.”
Busted. “Yeah, about that…” A handful of panties bounced off her blouse.
“Start folding. You’re coming with me tonight. No bailing, no wiggling. Not this time.”
“I’ll go next time, I swear.”
“Great. But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re going tonight.”
Half the table was already in order—Caitlyn’s half. The woman was a panty-straightening machine.
“It’s Valentine’s Day. You should be hooking up with some hottie, not dragging your pathetic older sister out for an unromantic dinner.”
“Since I don’t have one of those, I’m not.”
“You don’t have a hottie on the go? That’s a first.”
“Nice. You make me sound like a man-eating slut…which I am, more or less.” Caitlyn snagged the pile of lacy boy-cut panties and shooed Calli from the table with a wave of her long, hot-pink fingernails. “I have a hottie lined up for later, don’t you worry. What I don’t have is a pathetic sister. Just one who needs to come with me tonight, so hurry up with all your paperwork. We’ve got primping to do for our eight o’clock reservation.”
* * * * *
Leaving her apartment after dark got easier each time. With Caitlyn’s nonstop chatter distracting her, it’d been a piece of cake. The Caitlyn Yates effect.
The restaurant Caitlyn had chosen for their sister-date was in the old factory district by the river. A trendy spot, all of the brown-brick buildings had been converted to shops, restaurants and bars, high-end services. The remodeled facades screamed pricey. The packed parking lot told Calli people were okay with that.
“You doing okay?” Caitlyn hooked an arm around Calli’s. “You’ve got that spacey look. Is this too much, too soon?”
“No—no, I’m fine. I was guestimating what the price per square foot might be for one of these units, what the lease terms are and if this area will continue to boom or if the popularity will wane in a couple years.”
She didn’t laugh, but Caitlyn’s smile stretched as wide as physically possible. “You really are fine, aren’t you?”
The inky sky with its sparse dotting of stars didn’t wrap her in a blanket of terror. Voices from patrons in the parking lot didn’t make her jump out of her skin. “I think I am.”
They entered through a set of heavy double doors. Whoever owned The Stacks had done a fantastic job. They’d preserved a lot of the building’s character, incorporating some of the old printing-press equipment into the restaurant’s theme, both as décor and repurposed pieces. The original high ceilings over the bar and stage areas contrasted with the false beams that’d been added to make the dining sections more intimate and cozy. Lots of metal and concrete fixtures lent to the industrial feel. Rich accent colors, textured fabrics and dropped pendant lighting with colored-glass shades added warmth in all the right places.
“This is incredible.”
“Just wait, it gets better,” Caitlyn said as they slid into their seats. “First of all, the food is unreal. I had the chicken marsala a couple of nights ago—my mouth had three orgasms.” The too-cute-for-his-own-good host chuckled under his breath, a big mistake around a predator like Caitlyn. She made no bones about checking him out, head to toe. Even licking her super-glossy lips at him before dismissing him by looking the other way.
“He was cute. Kind of had that Mediterranean loverboy vibe you like.”
Caitlyn shrugged and flipped through the menu. “I’m not here to pick up.”
“Whoa…” For effect, Calli grabbed the table with both hands. “I think the world just tipped on its axis.”
“Ooh, my sister the smartmouth is back. You’re buying me an eight-dollar martini for that dig.”
To think, she’d wanted a way out of this evening. Thank god Caitlyn had bullied her into coming. Calli reached across the table and squeezed her sister’s hand. “I’ll buy you a pitcher of martinis, dinner and dessert. Thank you. For everything.”
“I love you, Cal. I’ll do any- and everything in my power for you—remember that.”
They talked and laughed through dinner. She’d missed so much the past two years, but no more.
The last spoonful of dessert called to her from the edge of the table where she’d pushed it. She ignored it. No room for one more bite in the body-hugging skirt she’d chosen. “Oh my god, I’m stuffed. I bet I consumed ten thousand calories. I may have to cut this skirt off because I doubt I’ll get out of it otherwise. But I did have multiple mouth orgasms, so I guess it’s a fair trade.”
The lighting dimmed and the background music faded. A new smile spread across Caitlyn’s face. Satisfied, almost devious.
“The live music is about to start. Maybe you can work off some of those calories later.”
If Caitlyn thought she could get Calli onto a dance floor, she’d definitely had one too many Tanqueray martinis. There was taking control of her life, and there was making an ass of herself while attempting to have rhythm. Calli was in for the first one. Full stop.
“I’m not dancing.”
“Okay,” Caitlyn said.
Hmm. Agreeable enough, but that smile hadn’t gone anywhere. What the heck was her sister up t—
“Hey, everybody. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Calli’s breath caught. No need to turn around, she’d recognize that voice anywhere.
“I’m Travis Graham, and I’ll be serenading you diehard romantics tonight.” Somebody in the restaurant wolf-whistled. The mic amplified Travis’ sexy laugh. “Some of you may not need serenading, by the sounds of it.”
Goose bumps rippled over her skin as the first notes from Travis’ guitar drifted over the speakers. He was playing. Not pulse-pounding rock with Black Box and not in a huge club, but he was playing.
“He’s really good. Better than he was with the band, in my opinion.” Caitlyn’s words burst the silence at the table. “It was fate that I found him. Or coincidence, take your pick. I was here on a date and voilà, your boyfriend took the stage.”
“Coincidence. And ex-boyfriend.”
“He is good.” The guilt over his injuries wasn’t gone, probably never would be, but somewhere inside, the tension she’d been holding on to eased. Now she needed to hold back the tears. “He’s why you brought me.”
“Well, duh, yeah. It’s a nice place, and I love being able to go out to dinner with you again, but when I heard him singing the other night, I knew it was time for you to stop moping and fix things.”
“I’m not moping, I’ve even been dating.”
Caitlyn rolled her big blue eyes extra-exaggeratedly. “Puh-leaze, I’ve seen you get more excited about a cup of hot tea than the guy you’re dating.”
Fine, so Joe had been gap-filler. That didn’t mean Travis hadn’t moved on with somebody else—or multiple somebodies—or that he forgave her for ruining his career with Black Box. And it sure didn’t mean he wanted her back.
“Did you talk to him—does he know anything?”
“I doubt he even saw me. But does he know that he’s in love with you…? Now that’s a hell yes, judging by the song he sang the other night.”
Hope had no business swelling in her heart. “He sang a song about me…was my name in the lyrics?”
“Listen and find out.”