Wednesday, 30 January 2013

Really Random Wednesdays: I'm Not Here

It's Wednesday again and I'm not here - on a number of levels. But the most relevant absence right now is my blog post, which is appearing today over at Close Encounters with the Night Kind where I'm discussing why 2 (or more) men are better than 1! Stop by and check it out!

Tuesday, 29 January 2013

True Confessions with Laurie Roma

Welcome to another edition of True Confessions. Today's guest is the super cool Laurie Roma, whose new book, One Shot is being released on Feb. 5 and is available for pre-order right now! Laurie's confession is a little different and very touching. It's a lovely insight into the many places an author can find inspiration.

Hi Michelle! Thank you for having me as a guest on your blog! I can’t wait to chat about my new release ONE SHOT, book 2 of the IAD Agency series, coming out on February 5th!!!

This story is quite personal to me... Tara is a complex character, both strong and emotionally vulnerable in a way that many victims of violence are. In the creation of her character I used a little bit of personal experience along with what I learned from friends who have suffered from PTSD. I was also fortunate enough to volunteer at a women’s shelter for abused women and children for a few years and tried to encompass some of the things that I learned during my time there. That being said, I was inspired to write this story to give hope to anyone recovering from something in their past, and to say that everyone deserves their own happily ever after.

Book Blurb:
Tara Toshi is a woman on the edge. Code name 'T-rex', Tara is one of the elite agents of the IAD Agency, modern day warriors tasked with taking down terrorists and keeping the world safe. She doesn’t believe that happily ever after exists for her, until her world collides with corporate tycoon Julian King…

Julian King is the owner of a multi-million dollar hotel empire and personally runs the Palace Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. He is a man who rules his kingdom with an iron grip and knows that the house always win. But when he meets agent Tara Toshi all bets are off. As a terrorist plot threatens his city, Julian realizes that he is also jeopardy of losing his heart.

Passion explodes every time Tara and Julian come together, but can she risk taking this one shot at finding happiness and give her heart to a man she barely knows?

The IAD Agency series novels are all stand-alone stories, but it is highly recommended to read them in order to get the most enjoyment from the series!

Now available for pre-sale at 15% off!

Music thumped a steady rhythm like a heartbeat.
The low throb of a Hayabusa motorcycle cut through the night as the rider pulled up in front of the club. The rider coasted the bike a few feet down past the valet stand, then shut it off with a flick of the wrist. A valet rushed forward, reaching out with a ticket in his hand. His eyes glazed over with anticipation as he looked at the bike. At least until he got a good view of the rider.
Then he lost his ability to speak.
Eyes turned from every direction as Tara took off her helmet and shook out her hair. She had on a long black wig, highlighting the China doll look she was going for tonight. Skillfully applied makeup made her look younger than she really was and accentuated her exotic features to a tee. Both the wig and makeup helped hide her real features. The darkness inside the club would also be a plus, helping to dissuade anyone from truly recognizing her.
At least the her she was right now.
She had dressed to be noticed, wanting people’s attention on the whole package she presented instead of why she was there. Dressed to kill in a tight, black strapless corset with red lace covering that had her boobs busting out of the top, tight black leather pants, and black knee-high boots, Tara was a walking wet dream.
Tara had spent the afternoon familiarizing herself with Ricardo Mendez and his organization. Not much was known about this up-and-coming drug lord besides he was pissing off his competition left and right. Tara had spoken to a DEA agent earlier who was an old friend. The DEA agent had given her what she hoped was useful information and she had made sure to dress the part. Ricardo Mendez, it seemed, had a taste for young women with a dominant streak…Asian women in particular.
Well, she’d give him what he wanted.
Tara purposefully arrived early, wanting to scope out the crowd and watch for Mikayla’s arrival. She hooked her helmet onto the bike then turned to the waiting valet, gifting him with a slow smile. “Could you do me a favor…please?” Tara’s voice purred out in with a hint of a Chinese accent.
“A…anything,” the valet stuttered out.
“Would you make sure my bike stays right here? I would worry about him otherwise.”
“Hmm…yes, I call my bike a him. I…ride him after all…don’t I?” She traced a finger seductively over the collar of his shirt, making him gulp.
“Oh yeah,” he whispered reverently. He tried to speak normally, then had to clear his throat before he tried again. “I will watch it…him for you. I will be right here waiting for you when you leave. I mean, it…it will be right here.”
“Thank you”—her eyes drifted down to his nametag—“Dennis.” She leaned in close to press a kiss to his cheek and heard him sigh as she walked away. Tara made her way back toward the entrance of the club with a slow swing of her hips, her steps confident and controlled. Her team was already in place inside and she was ready for the night to begin.
A noise chirped in the earpiece she wore and immediately slowed her step. “This is God to T-rex. Can you hear me?”
Tara smiled to herself as she heard Adrian’s voice in her ear. “God? Sugar, even you are stretching that one.”
Tara heard Rock’s amused reply over the comms. “He’s just pissed that he lost the toss for who gets stuck in the van.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” Adrian replied. “Everyone is in place, T-rex. We’re a go.”
Tara saw her friend Mikayla pull up in front of the club in a flashy red sports car. The valet rushed forward to open the passenger door. “Lynx is here,” Tara murmured, knowing her team would hear her.
Mikayla swung long legs out. Taking the valet’s hand, she allowed him to help her out of the car. She had on a tight green dress with thin straps that stopped just this side of decent. Her thick gold bracelets and chain necklace seemed innocent enough, but Tara knew better. She had seen Mikayla use that gold chain around her neck to garrote someone a few months ago and those bracelets were very handy in a fight.
The gold rings on Mikayla’s fingers might look pretty but Tara knew that with a flick of the stone, a tiny needle would pop out of the band, holding a powerful drug that would take down a two-hundred-pound man in less than three seconds. Tara knew because she had a similar one on her own hand. All the women of IAD shopped together for their jewelry.
Both women were walking arsenals and no one would ever know it.
Time to go to work.
Tara moved a hand down to her pussy, touching herself. She wanted. After coming off a job, or mission, with adrenaline still pumping, the need to fuck was paramount. Her pussy was wet with her desire for him. Her body already providing the natural lubricant that would allow his massive erection to tunnel into her with ease. She stroked a finger over her tight little clit and barely held back a moan.
“I always go commando.” Her voice dropped into a husky, seductive tone.
His smile was tight with lust. “I’ve noticed.”
Standing there naked, legs braced apart, she looked like a goddess…or a warrior queen waiting for her subject to fall to his knees before her, and at this point he was precariously close to doing just that.
“Come play with me.”
Julian shot off the couch at her playful invitation. He was on her before she could blink. He savaged her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue deep in a mimicry of what he wanted to do with his cock. He tore at his own shirt, heard the sound of the material ripping but he didn’t give a damn.
“I need to touch you.” Julian growled against her throat as he dragged her to the floor.
“Then do it. Touch me, give it to me, give me what I want.”
Her back hit the carpet and she gasped as his mouth latched on to one of her nipples, sucking it deep. She moaned low in her throat when he used his teeth to pull at her piercing and her body arched as his fingers pushed deep inside her pussy.
“What is that? What do you want? Tell me. Tell me and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything, everything,” Julian swore.
Tara’s body went on sensory overload when his thumb stroked over her clit. He moved his mouth over to her other breast and sucked, flicking his tongue over the metal balls at the end of the piercing, driving her wild with need. Tara cried out his name as sharp waves of pleasure overcame her and she came, drenching his fingers with her release.
“Damn, you’re amazing. My little warrior.”
Julian’s deep voice sounded harsh against her skin as he worked his way back up to her mouth. She loved the endearment he whispered to her. It made her blood boil. “Come inside me, Julian.”
“My pleasure.”
Somehow he had managed to get rid of his pants and boxers so she could feel his hard cock throbbing against her leg. She hooked a leg around his and expertly reversed their position so she was on top of his body. Moving slightly, she aligned their bodies and she pushed down, taking most of him into her with one hard push.
“Dear god…” he gritted out through clenched teeth. The pleasure was so acute he thought his heart would stop.
Tara felt the erotic bite of pain as his huge cock sank into her tight pussy. She raised herself slightly and slammed down hard, engulfing his length over and over again, struggling to take all of him inside her.
“Fuck, you feel so good inside of me. You’re so big, it feels amazing. More, give me more.” She reared back and her hands came up to play with her own nipples.
“Tara…baby…” Julian’s strangled voice came out, but he was lost in the overwhelming feeling of her tight pussy taking him in. “Remember, baby? It was so good when I got you all wet and slick with my cum. I know you loved it when I came inside you. Now take all of me. I know we can get it in. Open up, baby, and take all of me.”
His hips came off the floor to grind against her. He flexed and strained, his body thrusting up as she met his every stroke. He almost came when she did a wicked rotation with her hips and he felt her inner muscles clamp down on his cock the next time she impaled herself on him.
Tara was killing him with pleasure, but what a way to die.
She did the same thing the next time she came down on him, and he lost control. He flipped her over so she was underneath him again. Holding her head steady in his hands, he savaged her mouth as he pounded his aching length into her over and over again like a wild animal.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he bit out as he surged inside her.


Laurie Roma lives in Chicago and is the author of the IAD series. She has always loved immersing herself in a good book and now enjoys the pleasure of creating her own. She can usually be found tapping away on her keyboard, creating worlds for her characters while she listens to music. Of course her playlist depends on her mood…but then again, so does her writing.

An avid reader of the romance genre, nothing bothers her more than annoying characters. Seriously, who wants a happy ending for someone that pisses you off? She loves tough alpha-male heroes and strong heroines that have brains as well as beauty. Her novels are filled with both passionate romance and down and dirty lust-driven interludes, as she believes both are essential to a good love story. She loves to hear from her readers and can be reached at
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Friday, 25 January 2013

Follow This! Lee Rose

I'm pleased to welcome erotic romance writer Lee Rose to my blog today! Her first book, Run, Lacy, Run is tearing up the bestseller chart over at It's definitely worth the investment!

What got you started in writing?   I have always loved reading romance books. I’ve always wanted to write down the stories I had floating around in my head but with three children I never seemed to find the time. Now my children are getting older and I decided it was a good time for me to start.

How did you feel when you got that first acceptance?   Shocked! It took a few days for it to really sink into my head that my book was accepted. I think I looked at the letter a few times to make sure I hadn’t misread it. Then I got excited and nervous all at once.

What’s your biggest challenge as a brand new author?    All the information that is thrown your way at once after you get accepted. It can be overwhelming and confusing so I find myself taking a deep breath often. But honestly I love writing so I take it as part of the package,

What’s next for you?     My second book, Liz’s Luck will be out in March and I hope many more will follow that.

Where can fans find you?

Run, Lacy, Run is available at

Lacy Martinez was living a lonely life in Detroit since the death of her mother. When she witnesses a gang commit a murder in front of her, she makes a run for her life. She finds refuge in the small town of Appledale, Missouri, and makes new friends.

She falls for town sheriff Ryan Clark, who has his own problems with an ex-girlfriend. He is hesitant to get involved in another romance, but just when they finally overcome their doubts and give in to the love they feel, Lacy's location is discovered.

Although the town rallies around her and vows to protect her, the killer finds Lacy and kidnaps her. Will Ryan and his deputies rescue her in time, or will she lose all hope of living her own happily ever after at the hands of a killer?

She turned the corner where her apartment building was and saw Chico and his gang hanging out in front of it. She slowed her steps down, trying to think of a way to avoid dealing with them tonight. She was too exhausted to put up with their lewd remarks or worse, one of them trying to pinch her ass like some immature schoolboy. She usually tried to stay quiet and not look at them in hopes they would ignore her.
They didn’t even live there but they sold drugs out of an empty apartment on the first floor. None of the residents liked it but they all lived in fear of Chico and his gang. One of her neighbors, Mr. Lopez, had tried to tell them to leave or he would call the police. They had beaten him and put him in the hospital. After that everyone made sure to stay out of their way.
She noticed Chico was arguing with a man who was wearing different colors than Chico and his boys. The colors they wore indicated which gang they were from. If luck was on her side, maybe she could sneak into the building quickly and quietly without them noticing her. She jumped and screamed when she heard a loud pop. The man fell to the ground bleeding and holding his chest. Chico shot him! She stood there for a second in complete shock watching the man bleed on the sidewalk.
Santos, one of Chico’s boys, turned and looked at her. He said something to Chico, who was still holding the gun and started walking her way. Lacy didn’t stick around to see what he wanted. She turned and ran as fast as she could down the street. She crossed the street, dodging cars and people who were beeping their horns at her. She heard yelling and running footsteps behind her. The fear of being caught made her speed up. She was almost at another crosswalk when Santos grabbed her by her long hair. He turned her around and grabbed her arms in a tight grip. She winced with pain, but she fought back, kicking his legs.
“Ow! Stop fighting me, you stupid bitch. Chico wants to talk to you,” he yelled, shaking her hard.
“Yeah, right,” she said sarcastically, desperately trying to pull away. She knew Chico wanted to kill her, not talk to her.
A cab driver stopped at the red light, rolled down his window, holding his cell phone up, and yelled out, “Leave the girl alone, punk. I called the police already.”
Santos turned with an evil look toward the man and loosened his hold on Lacy. “Mind your own business before you get hurt, mister.”
While he was distracted Lacy brought her knee up and kneed him in his groin as hard as she could. Santos bent over in pain and Lacy took that opportunity to run, hearing the cab driver laughing behind her, yelling out his window, “Run, girl!”
Ahead she saw a parked car with open windows in front of a bar. She looked behind her but didn’t see Santos or any of the others. She checked to see if the car was unlocked. She opened the back door slowly without making any noise and got in. She squished herself down to the floorboards and held her breath, trying to be quiet. If they found her, she was dead.
A few seconds later she heard Chico yell. “She has to be here somewhere. Find her and kill her now. Check inside the bar.”
She didn’t know how long she hid in the car, afraid to get out, but it was cold and dark outside. She got out and her legs cramped up. She groaned with pain and straightened her legs out. Thankfully the owner had never come out to check his car.
Now what? Should she go to the police? Would it be her word against Chico’s? She was sure they would have dragged the body away by now; they weren’t dumb criminals. If the police had no proof of any crime taking place, then they wouldn’t protect her and Chico would kill her for sure. She was friendly with the other waitresses at work but not close enough to ask any of them to risk their lives by hiding her. Besides, she wouldn’t want anyone in harm’s way because of her. No, she was completely alone. She wanted to break down and cry with frustration and fear at the realization.
“Hey, lady! You getting on or what?” a voice yelled in the darkness.
Lacy jumped with fright and turned to see a city bus driver talking to her. She hadn’t noticed she was standing in front of a bus stop. The sign on the front of the bus said downtown, so she hopped on, wanting to get out of this neighborhood before Chico or one of his boys found her. Once downtown she saw the Greyhound station and decided maybe getting out of Detroit might be the best thing to do until she could figure a way out of this mess. She found an ATM and took money out. She bought a ticket for whichever bus was leaving first. She wouldn’t be able to calm down until she was as far away from Chico as possible.

Wednesday, 23 January 2013

Really Random Wednesday: The Art of Love Cover Reveal

Okay so today's post isn't really all that random, but that's okay. I got the cover for my new book, The Art of Love: Hedon Falls 2 and I'm so excited about it that I don't want to wait another minute! So here it is! This gorgeous cover was designed by artist and author, Harris Channing. She also did the cover for Landing the Big Ones. I've also included excerpts below. Enjoy!


Melanie Hynes owns the brand new art gallery in Hedon Falls. When she decides to make erotic art the theme of her opening exhibition, she goes in search of artwork.

Justin Gauthier creates a unique blend of painting and photography. Melanie finds his youth and vigor intoxicating. David Hannah can sculpt provocative pieces from ordinary materials. And Melanie discovers that he is very good with his hands. Garrett Anderson’s paintings of BDSM are shocking and arousing. When Melanie asks about the lifestyle, he teaches her.

Three men, each with their own distinct talents, and she falls hard and fast for all of them.

When David finds out she is seeing other men, he is hurt and angry. Confused by her attraction to three men, she doesn’t know who to choose. Justin and Garrett show her the joys of sharing and she thinks that may be the key to her dilemma. Can she convince David to consider a ménage?

Story Excerpt
They continued their trek through the woods, Melanie telling Serena about some of the other artists she liked, and Serena telling her stories of her kids. When they got back to the cottage, Melanie made coffee and opened her files on the artists she was considering.
“This is great!” Serena exclaimed as she looked at the Body Canvas work.
“I know,” said Melanie. “That’s why I’d love to get some of those photos.” She clicked open a few more folders. “This artist does sculpture with found or recycled objects. He reuses all kinds of things.”
“That’s not made out of pop bottles!” Serena said, pointing to the caption beneath a sculpture of a man and woman embracing.
“It is,” Melanie said. “He warms the plastic up so he can remold the bottles. Then he covers them with other materials to make it look more realistic.”
“You know,” Serena said as she looked through the other artists’ work, “I’m sensing a theme with the artwork you like best.”
“What theme?” Melanie asked, frowning.
“Sex,” Serena said. “Or eroticism is probably the better way to put it since a lot of the sex is just implied. Like the nudes in the Body Canvas stuff, or the sculptures.” She pointed to some paintings by an artist named Garrett Anderson. “And those are very blatantly sexual.” Most of that artist’s work featured people involved in some sort of BDSM activity.
“Sex? No. I just—” Melanie broke off and thought about it. “Oh, my God! You’re right!”
Serena laughed. “I think you need to get laid, my dear.”
Melanie went red. “Everyone is going to think I’m a sex-crazed nympho!”
“So make it work for you,” Serena said. “Why don’t you make that the theme of your opening exhibition? Erotic art.”
Melanie tapped her fingers on the table while she thought. “You know, that may just work. Though it would mean there wouldn’t be a lot of families coming through.”
“Do many families even go to galleries these days?” Serena asked.
“Good point. Maybe I will do that.”
“And maybe one of those artists will be a gorgeous hunk who will fall madly in love with you and sweep you off your feet,” Serena said with a wink.
They laughed and talked for a little longer before Serena left to relieve Liam from looking after the twins. Melanie went through the files again, looking intentionally for erotic work this time. She decided on the Body Canvas artist, the found art sculptor, and the painter who did the provocative nudes and BDSM pictures. She sent e-mails to the three of them, telling them about the exhibit and requesting an appointment to come and select some work she felt would suit the theme.
The phone rang again and Melanie saw the contractor’s number on the display. “Hey, Andy,” she said when she answered. “Have you got an estimate?”
“We’ve gone over everything,” Andy said. “You’re looking at around thirty thousand.”
“Dollars?” Melanie exclaimed. “That’s triple the original plumbing estimate!”
“It’s a ton of extra work and materials,” Andy said. “Everything needs to be replaced. I warned you that this could happen with old buildings.”
Melanie closed her eyes and rubbed her temples again. “Fine,” she said with a sigh. “Do what you need to do, but if there are any ways you can keep the costs down, please try.”
Melanie went to work on the budget, looking for an extra twenty thousand dollars somewhere. The only place she could see to save that kind of cash was in the apartment she had planned for herself. She wanted to be able to live and work in the same building. As a child she had dreamed of living in the art gallery and being able to visit the art whenever she wanted. She had hoped to make that dream a reality, but now it would have to wait. If she put the apartment on hold and continued renting, it would save her a lot of money. She called Andy back to explain her plan.
“I’ve been looking at the numbers,” she said. “We’re going to have to put the apartment on hold in order to pay for the extra plumbing expenses.”
“You want me to scrap it completely?” Andy asked.
“Put up the outermost walls to keep it separate, and run all the plumbing, heating, and electricity up there so it’s roughed in when I’m ready to finish it, but don’t do anything else.”
“You sure?” Andy asked.
“Yes,” she said with a sigh. “I can keep renting until I can find the money to finish it.”
She hung up and clicked on an e-mail that had just popped up from the Body Canvas artist, Justin Gauthier. He was asking her to stop by his studio the next day at one in the afternoon. She replied immediately that she would see him then and noted the appointment in her calendar. It was the end of the day before she heard back from the others, but she managed to arrange appointments with them for later in the week. Satisfied that something was headed in the right direction, Melanie put her work away for the day and began making her dinner.

Adult Excerpt
Melanie watched as he stroked the nipple of the statue, flicking the tip with his thumb and then pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. Watching him fondle the statue was incredibly erotic, and she found herself imagining his hands on her breasts, squeezing, pinching, and pulling at her nipples, which were now incredibly hard. Her breathing was speeding up and her heart was beating faster as she became more aroused. He watched her quietly as he worked his hand over the statue’s stomach and around to caress its ass. Melanie gave a slight moan as she squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to appease her throbbing clit. David’s smile grew larger.
“Would you like to see something else?” David asked her.
Melanie swallowed. “Yes, please.”
“Follow me,” he said. He led her a little further along to a small sculpture which resembled a wooden dildo. He reached out and grabbed the shaft, stroking it up and down. Melanie couldn’t help the cry that came out as she watched him hold the phallus in his hand, squeezing and stroking it. Her eyes dropped to his crotch and she clearly saw the bulge in his pants. He was just as aroused as she was. Could this be happening again?
“What is it you like about the erotic art?” David asked her as he moved a little closer.
“I…” Melanie couldn’t speak. The rushing had returned to her ears and she had a tingling sensation all over her body. She shifted slightly and felt her back arch as she remembered Justin touching her there yesterday.
“Does it arouse you?” he asked, moving closer still.
Melanie nodded.
“Did you like watching me touch that statue?”
She nodded.
“Do you want me to touch you like that?”
Melanie closed her eyes, swallowed, and made a decision. “Yes.”
David was standing directly in front of her now, and the heat between them was incredible. She stood still and looked into his eyes as he reached up with both hands. He lightly cupped her breasts, and a sigh escaped her. This was what she wanted. He gently stroked the sides of her tits, the bottoms, all around, getting closer to the nipples but not quite touching. He brought his fingers almost to the tight, aching peaks but would then move them away to stroke the sides some more. Melanie groaned in frustration as he teased her again and again, always coming close but not quite touching the spot she needed him to. When she could stand it no more, she reached up and grabbed his hands, pressing them firmly against her breasts and squeezing them over her flesh. He moaned and at last began rubbing his thumbs across her rigid nipples.
“God!” Melanie cried out. “Yes!” Sensations ripped through her body from the pressure of David’s fingers on her tits. It was amazing, but she wanted to feel those hands against her bare flesh. She pushed his hands away and quickly pulled the sweater up and over her head. As she lifted her arms, David deftly released the front clasp on her bra and her boobs popped out into his waiting hands, which he used to continue his sensuous stroking. She looked up into his eyes, dark with desire.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
He bent his head down and slanted his mouth over hers, those beautiful full lips coaxing hers apart. She had to taste him, and she darted her tongue quickly into his mouth. He captured it between his lips and sucked on it, causing her to moan into his mouth. He released her tongue and kissed her again, and this time it was she who pulled his tongue between her lips. They took turns sucking and tasting each other, all the while David kneaded and pinched gently at her breasts.
Melanie wanted more. She tugged his T-shirt out of his waistband and slipped her hands underneath it, running them up the smooth, hard skin of his chest. When her fingers grazed his nipples, she pulled them between her fingers, pinching and rolling them, mirroring his actions on her body. He groaned as she teased him, his mouth becoming more insistent over hers. He slid his hands around to her back and she arched against him. One hand slid into her jeans and cupped her ass, the squeezing rhythm alternating with that on her breasts. David lowered his hand to the button on the front of her jeans and unbuttoned it, pulled down the zipper and then pushed her pants down just past the bottom of her ass cheeks. He slipped a hand between her legs, cupping her mound and applying pressure. He rubbed slowly back and forth. On each stroke his hand pushed a little further between her legs.
“You are so fucking wet,” he growled into her mouth.
“I’ve been dripping since you opened the damn door,” she replied.

Tuesday, 22 January 2013

True Confessions with Nicole Morgan

Author Nicole Morgan is my guest today and she's confessing to a naughty habit - writing erotic romance! Check out her latest books!

Hi Michelle, thanks for having me as a guest here today on your blog! I’m super excited to be here and to talk about my newest release, Impetuous [Incessant Passions 1]. Since I love a good series, most of my stories are connected and this one is no different. . The 2nd book in the Incessant Passions series will be released on January 24th.

Without further adieu, here is my new baby, Impetuous


The Callaway Corporation recently bought the high-end resort property Jenny Jacobson manages. In that time, they have micromanaged both her and it into the ground. With no budget for repairs she does most of the work herself. She proves to be pretty handy with most of the daily mishaps, until she meets the mysterious drifter, Thomas Beck. 

In the middle of a plumbing emergency, Beck comes to her rescue and fixes the problem, saving her from further disaster and costly repairs. Despite her best attempts, she cannot seem to get away from this man who shows up at every turn.

Regardless of her cold treatment toward him, he turns on his charms. Will his cocky arrogance mixed with his sexy smile break down her tough exterior? If so, what secrets is Beck keeping that could ultimately ruin any chance they have to find happiness together?


She had an edge to her, that was for sure, and he had no doubt she could be a savvy businesswoman, but something told him she wasn’t as tough as she was letting on.
No. Just beneath her tough exterior lay a woman, a sensitive and vulnerable woman. It wasn’t just in the moisture filling her eyes. It was the sadness he saw in them.
“Beck, are you listening to me?” Her annoyance came across loud and clear in her tone.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Good, because while I won’t be hiring you, I do appreciate the assistance. So, seeing as how you worked about an hour, how does thirty dollars sound?” She opened the folio and began writing out a business check.
He couldn’t hold back. He burst into laughter at what she considered to be a fair price for plumbing services. Thirty dollars? She couldn’t be serious, could she? The glare in her eye told him she was quite serious, though. Laughing at her probably wasn’t the best idea right now, but the scowl on her face was just too cute!
She cleared her throat as she closed the leather checkbook. “Beck, have I said something to amuse you?”
Quickly he closed his mouth and pursed his lips together. She wasn’t just annoyed—she seemed furious. Giving himself a few moments to contain himself, he shook his head in shocked denial.
“No. No, I’m sorry. It’s just that thirty dollars is hardly the going rate for plumbing services.”
She didn’t seem satisfied with his explanation, and he still couldn’t get past how damn cute she looked. Making it obvious she was angry with him, she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. It struck him then that on any other woman her demeanor would seem bitchy—somehow, though, he saw something else.
“Look, I am sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude. Seriously, though, Miss…” He waited for her to introduce herself, despite already knowing her name from Marianne.
“Jacobson.” She held her hand out to him. “Jenny Jacobson, pleased to make your acquaintance.”
Grinning when she shook his hand and squeezed hard, he wondered if this little, five-foot-nothing, brunette cutie could be any more adorable. While her manners were impeccable, she was a horrible liar. She was no more pleased to meet him than a fly would be to meet a spider.


Her creamy skin looked flawless against the backdrop of the crisp white sheets.
With both hands, he firmly held her legs apart and loomed just above her already slick folds. He could see the glistening moisture already building up and coating her slit. Her excitement and anticipation was evident.
Hesitating for a moment, he looked up at her. His eyes met hers for a fire-charged flash in time. Gently he blew on her. From her pussy on up to her nipples he caressed her with nothing more than a gush of air. His actions were rewarded by her moans as she squirmed under the warm tickle of his breath.
“Sugar, I hope you’re ready and rested. Because I’m going to lick you, taste you, and suck up every last succulent drop you have to offer me.”
This time he didn’t hesitate. His hunger wouldn’t allow it. Dropping his head down, he darted his tongue out and slid it between her moistened lips. Her slit was even wetter than he expected. And so fucking hot he thought his tongue might catch fire.
He had been right in his earlier prediction. She was the sweetest of all the fruits. Like candied ambrosia, her flavor just seeped into his soul and took hold of him.
His tongue moved up and down several times at her slick entrance. As good as she tasted, he enjoyed the tease it provided. She was already fighting him and writhing beneath his ministrations as soft whimpers escaped her. Judging from her body’s response last night and today, he knew she was already getting close. As much as he wanted to taste the honeyed nectar she’d surely provide him in orgasm, he wanted to slow down and prolong her pleasure.
Removing his tongue, he traced small circles around the outer part of her pussy, from one inner thigh to the other, the whole time touching her delicately, taunting her with featherlike kisses.
Her skin was so smooth under his tongue he wondered if she was even real. Maybe she was a goddess that he dreamed up. Some sort of muse sent down from a mythical land to seduce him in his wildest dreams. He fought back a laugh at the thought. If she were, she was damn good at what she did, but even his deepest fantasies had never been this good.
Her fingers ran through his hair, and she whispered, “Beck, please…”
He was never one to watch a woman suffer, but he had to admit his ego did swell almost as big as his cock from her pleas. It turned him on to know she needed it so badly she wasn’t afraid to beg.

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Michelle finally has her dream job working in a tropical paradise. Forced into a leave of absence by his father, Brad checks into the island resort. A chance encounter has them both walking a fine line between casual friendship and lascivious intentions. Will they throw caution to the wind and be…tempestuous?
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Nicole Morgan Bio:
Nicole Morgan is a multi-published author of erotic romantic novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with a good old-fashioned whodunit. While she's written everything from contemporary to paranormal her leading men will more than likely be wearing a uniform of some kind. From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve. From her very first novel (which turned into a four book series) about Navy SEALs to her more recent releases you will be sure to find a few twists and turns you were not expecting.
In additional to her books, Nicole also has a recurring column called, "Sex and the Single Woman" in BT Showcase's online eMagazine. Also, she has recently partnered up with three of her author friends and became Four Seduced Muses, a blog dedicated to the steamier side of romance.

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