A Rock Star, A Hollywood Writer and the Woman Who Stirs Them Both…

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Blame it on the Bass releases today. Today. Book Six of the Heart of Fame series releases today. Who would have thought I’d be six books into a series way back in September 2011 when I wrote a little novella called Tropical Sin about two best friends and the jaded rock star that brought them together? I am so very proud of this book (I think it’s my best book to date) and hope those of you who have been following along love it as well.

Can they mend his broken heart?

Heart of Fame, Book 6

After a horrific accident robs rock legend Levi Levistan and his long-time partner, Corbin, of their dream of becoming parents, Levi is lost in a sea of grief. Until he runs into an old high school flame and their chemistry reignites.

Corbin Smith is intent on bridging the chasm between their hearts. But witnessing his lover’s steamy onstage kiss with a woman jolts him to the core with sexual arousal. And he realizes the key to their healing is standing in Levi’s arms.

As an erotic romance editor, nothing much unsettles Sonja Stone. She’s not even surprised at her body’s powerful reaction to Levi’s kiss. But when Corbin approaches them, eyes smoldering with hunger, his suggestion shakes her to the core.

Sensing their unspoken wounds, Sonja agrees to take a chance on a threesome. Their union is explosively perfect, but something is holding Levi back from sealing their searing emotional connection. Something that could destroy their love once and for all…

Product Warnings

This book contains angst, torment, sarcasm, humour, scorching m/m sex, searing m/f sex and explosive m/m/f sex. And a memory of a horrific past that may disturb some readers.

Exclusive Excerpt

Levi’s cock jerked in his jeans, all too eager to resume its earlier rigid state. The talk of Corbin being aroused by Sonja was affecting him again, big time. As did the hope Sonja would agree to their request, despite her earlier refusal.

Sonja smirked, blew on her nails and polished them on her right boob. “There you go, Stan. I’m so hot I can make gay men horny.”

“That you can, Ms. Stone,” Corbin agreed, his smile wide. “It’s a first for me.”

Cocking her head to the side, Sonja fixed him with a direct stare. “Which leads me to ask, why?”

Corbin raised his eyebrows. “Why do I find myself aroused by you?”

She nodded.

Mouth dry, Levi poured them all fresh sake. In his jeans, his dick throbbed again. In his chest, his heart bashed against his ribs. What was his partner going to say?

“Because you bring Levi to life,” Corbin stated, his voice clear and calm.

Sonja narrowed her eyes at the simple response. “And that’s it? It has nothing to do with my tight arse? My eyes?” She cupped her round breasts, somehow even more incredible—in Levi’s opinion—in the snug AC/DC tank she wore. “My boobs?”

Corbin chuckled. “Well, here’s the thing, until last night, boobs have never really been on my radar. But I have to admit, watching Levi squeeze yours in the Do Re Me…well, I’ve been finding myself curious ever since.”

“And my arse?”

“Now your ass is a thing of beauty.”

Levi realized he was leaning slightly over the bench, trying to get a peek at Sonja’s butt when Corbin laughed beside him. “See what I mean? You bring him to life. I’ve never seen Levi openly check out anyone’s ass before.”

Sonja slid Levi a steady glance, a smile playing with her lips. Her gaze connected with his, the molten desire of their teenage romance burning in the blue depths of her eyes.

A thick spasm claimed his cock and he shifted on the seat, trying to get comfortable.

“What about you?” she asked, returning her attention to Corbin. “Doesn’t he openly check you out?”

Levi turned to Corbin. “Fucking oath I do,” he murmured. And before Corbin or Sonja could say a word, he leant forward and kissed Corbin’s parted lips. Thoroughly. Passionately.

“Okay, okay,” Sonja grumbled. “Get a room, you two.”

The words were in jest, but there was no mistaking the shallow breaths Sonja pulled as she uttered them.

Breaking the kiss with a sucking nip on Corbin’s bottom lip, he swung back to face her. “We have a room, Sonny. We have a whole apartment. Come back to it with us.”

You can buy Blame it on the Bass at Amazon (click here), Barnes and Noble (click here) and Samhain (click here)

A Little Teaser


I thought I’d share a little Tuesday Teaser from Irrepressible Jasmine, my hot upcoming romance from Samhain Publishing. This one stars Summer’s (from Unforgettable Summer) sister and it’s a rather cheeky little tale if I say so myself. Very heavy on the hanky spanky :)

This part takes place just before Aaron and Jasmine’s first night together, and I love how they put all their cards right out on the table. EnjoyCover

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Never missing a stride, Jasmine reached for the side zip of her dress and drew it down. It slipped off one shoulder, revealing a black bra strap. She disappeared into the last bedroom, the guest room situated at the northeastern corner of the house.

Taking a deep breath and trying to keep a hold of his wits, Aaron followed.

Moonlight shone into the otherwise darkened room, throwing rectangles of light onto the furnishings. Jasmine sat on the blue and green quilt wearing only her lingerie, her stockings and her high heels. Leaning on the doorjamb to study her instead of stalking to the bed and kissing the life out of her was one of the hardest things Aaron had ever done.

“Here’s how this is going to go, AJ.” Jasmine crossed her legs and leaned her weight back on her hands, the pose causing her breasts to thrust upward. “I’m thirty years old and I know what I want. I want sex, not hand-holding. I don’t need reassurance, nor do I need you to take things easy on me. I don’t stroke egos. I don’t fake. I don’t beg. I don’t swallow. And most importantly I don’t cuddle. Other than that, anything goes.”

Aaron’s brain screamed to a halt at those last two words, a hundred scenarios flickering through his mind. This was already the best sex of his life and she hadn’t even touched him. Pushing off the doorjamb with his shoulder, Aaron came into the room, loosening his tie as he walked. “Just so we’re clear, Jas,” he began. “My ego’s just fine as it is and all I want you to stroke is my cock. I could care less if you swallow because by the time I’m at that point I’m not even thinking about you anymore. You won’t have to fake a damn thing, you might change your mind about begging and as for the cuddling… We both know I didn’t bring you here for that.”

He slipped off his tie and tossed it onto the chair in the corner of the room. Next he shrugged out of his jacket and sent it the same way. Jasmine reached over and switched on the bedside lamp, then turned back to watch, openly appraising, as he undid every button on his shirt. He didn’t have to school himself to do it slowly because he liked the way she was looking at him, with eyes as hungry as a jungle cat’s.

He released the last button, but before he could slip off the shirt Jasmine stood and moved her hands to his shoulders. She took over the task, sliding the material down over his arms, his wrists, until the shirt dropped to the floor. She held his gaze the whole time, and Aaron had to remind himself to breathe.

“One more thing,” she said in a low murmur. “This happens only once. I’m not after an ongoing thing.”

“Why don’t we discuss that over breakfast?”

“Don’t get ahead of—”

Aaron stole the words from her, taking her mouth in a way he knew revealed for the first time the impatience rampaging inside him. He’d stopped caring about projecting a blasé front. His libido was making demands he simply had to meet.

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A Day in the Life of Lexxie…


Up at 6am.

chris-hemsworth-bodyQuick email check before exercise bike session for 30min (try to interact with friends and followers on Facebook during this time. Don’t always succeed. Am often distracted by sexy pictures of Chris Hemsworth…) 6:30am, Peanut and the Demon Princess wake and the mad chaos of getting ready for school begins. Finally arrive home from dropping them at school at 9am (sometimes 10am if I go to the gym first. Brendon the Benevolent is a hard task master, and I am trying to get in shape for the Romantic Times Readers convention in New Orleans after all).

9am(ish): Start writing. Get distracted by emails. Go back to writing. Get distracted by Facebook. Go back to writing. Get distracted by sickening panic that I’ve done nothing to promote upcoming release/recent release. Go back to writing. Get distacted by the fact I haven’t updated my blog in months. Panic because I can’t think of anything witty/clever/profound to write on blog. Beat self up for being so pathetic. Go back to writing. Get distracted by distracted muse. Abandon writing in favour of food. Go back to writing after lunch. Write like crazy because I’m running out of time before needing to collect the girls from school.

2pm: Muse finally decides to join the party and the words flow…

2:15pm: Stop wriitng because I need to collect the girls from school.

3pm-8:30pm: full-time Mum-mode.

8:30-10pm: Full-time Mum/wife/house keeper/school lunch maker-mode

10pm: Go back to writing while answering emails while interacting on Facebook while trying to raise awareness of my books…

10:30pm: Play with the cat when muse refuses to be nice to me.

11pm: Collapse exhausted in bed.

11:30pm: Begin dreaming. Usually R rated *grin*

Sooo….how does your day go?

Sex in Space…With A Werewolf…and an Alien. A Sexy Alien…

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I grew up watching science fiction. Saturday afternoons were Star Trek: The Classic Series, Weeknights were Doctor Who, weekends were Star Wars and Battlestar Galactica. In amongst all that there was Blake – 7, Logan’s Run and Buck Rogers in the 21st Century. One of my earliest favourite books was The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (it still is one of my favourite). I devoured Dune when I was in my early teens, The Stainless Steel Rat in my late teens and anything by Isaac Asimov when I hit my twenties. So it was no surprise that when I started writing erotic romance, it was sci-fi erotic romance.

Sex in space is, after all, very alluring. Take Kirk for example…


Why am I talking about science fiction? Because today, my award-winning erotic sic-fi trilogy, The Boundaries was released as a collection. Up until now, you could only buy the three novellas individually for .99c each. Now, you can get The Boundaries ~ Collection for $1.99. (Click here)

I’m pretty excited.

If you’re not familiar with The Boundaries, check out the blurbs…

boundaries cover collectionAssassin: Boundary Guardian Zeric Arctos knows trouble when he sees it – and Raavelian sex-slave Jaienna Ti screams all sorts of trouble. Tracking a nefarious Bliss dealer, Zeric must stay focused on the job, something almost impossible to do with Jaienna in his midst. To make matters worse, the seductive Raavelian brings out the ‘animal’ in him – an ancient blood curse he has struggled to control his whole life. The beast now threatens to consume him and Jaienna’s intoxicating kisses makes the primitive call so much harder to resist.

Jaienna Ti is out for revenge. And she’ll stop at nothing to achieve it. Posing as a sex-slave isn’t the worst thing she’s done – she is, after all an Intel-Patrol Corp termination agent, albeit a rogue one – but it’s definitely one of the more interesting roles she’s assumed. And it gets even more interesting when Zeric Arctos ‘rescues’ her.
Surely being an intergalactic sexual assassin has to come with some perks, right?

Agent: Intel-Patrol Corp agent, Jaienna Ti has gone rogue. Now that she’s saved her sister from a life of sexual slavery at the hands of a cruel crime lord, she is fighting a battle of a different kind – one involving her heart and the brooding Boundary Guardian, Zeric Arctos.

Zeric has his own battle. An ancient curse renders him a savage beast unlike any the Boundaries has seen before. Once only anger triggered the change, but now his driving hunger for Jaienna is threatening to set the wolf free. And he doesn’t know if he can control it.

When the head of the Intel-Patrol Corp sends an agent out to retrieve Jaienna, the two face a threat more dangerous than any before. Raq Tornada. Violent, tenacious and deadly, Raq is an agent to fear. He’s also Jaienna’s ex-lover. And he has a score to settle with her.

The Outer Boundaries is a dangerous cesspool of sin, lust and depravity. And its about to get wild.

Animal: The stunning conclusion to science fiction romance trilogy begins…

The brutal crime lord Hrung Crortek has seized Terran Boundary Guardian, Zeric Arctos, hoping to extract Zeric’s werewolf DNA for use in an illegal genetic serum. Now, Jaienna Ti, Intel-Patrol Corp agent and sexual assassin, is on a mission to wipe Crortek from existence—and she’s taking her ex-partner, Raq Tornada along for the ride.

But when Tornada finally reveals—in no uncertain terms—how deeply he’s in love with her, Jaienna faces a completely unexpected conflict: does she stay with the man who first shattered her heart, or does she go with the man who taught her to love again—the brooding, untameable werewolf she’s trying so desperately to save?

When lust, love, and longing become inextricably entwined, the Outer Boundaries becomes more dangerous than ever. Because Jaienna never planned on losing her heart to two men. And those two men never, ever planned on sharing her. But unless Raq Tornada agrees to help Jaienna rescue his rival, Zeric Arctos is already doomed…

Warning: This futuristic adult romance contains violence, torture, aliens, domination, forced seduction, a physical de-gloving, a powerful love-triangle and heartbreak.

“In a futuristic world that is reminscent of the creative genius behind Star Wars, Lexxie Couper provides for her readers a sexy, darkly erotic tale of passion.” – FIVE STARS, TwoLips Reviews


Disembarking from his ship, he strode through Ry’l’s long, crowded corridors, straight for Beta Arm, the lascivious tension in his body growing stronger. Ry’l’s manifest listed a Raavelian female and Yrathian male in Cell 42. The pair had docked four days ago and only the Yrathian had left the room in that time, activating a perimeter lock each time he left. Tornada had no idea where Jaienna was aboard the monolithic space station, but the perimeter lock implied a Guardian prohibitor collar was in use. Put a Boundary Guardian device together with a Raavelian and a Yrathian and it equaled a situation Tornada couldn’t ignore. Not when Jaienna herself had flown here. He’d bet his left testicle he’d find her in Cell 42.

And when he did…

A hungry beat throbbed in his balls, pumping blood into his cock. He clenched his fists, palms already longing for the silken touch of her fiery red hair. He’d always been a sucker for her hair: its texture, its color. The way it fell around her face as she rode his cock to a ball-busting climax.

The very second the head of the Intel-Patrol Corp assigned them partners, the very moment he saw her and the copper-fire tumble of her hair, he’d been in lust. She’d radiated strength and deadly purpose, an agent capable of anything to get the job done all wrapped up in a body built for sinful pleasure. Truth be known, she’d scared him a little and that utterly unfamiliar emotion made his lust all the more compelling. Nothing scared him. But she had.

Her first assassination changed everything though and his lust had turned to love, just like that.

They’d tracked a notorious Aglaian merchant-terrorist to a seedy spaceport orbiting Alaxia with orders to terminate. He’d been in the room acting as her slave master when she’d completed the kill. Watching her suck the Aglaian’s fat cock, affecting the indifferent mask of a bored master, he’d been consumed with prurient jealousy. He knew what she was doing. He knew how her unique ability worked—while the subject climaxed, she slipped into their vulnerable mind and planted a suggestion there they could not refuse—but that knowledge didn’t stop his own prick grow harder and harder each time her lips plunged down the Aglaian’s dick. Nor did it stop him wishing like hell it was his cock her mouth milked. His cock she tasted.

When the Aglaian climaxed, eyes bulging, forked tongue flicking, Tornada had almost shot his own load …

Until, expression suddenly vacant and empty, the Aglaian raised his own eo-gun to his temple and blew the top of his head away. Just like that.

An ever so slight shudder had wracked Jaienna’s perfect body and then she’d stood, staring at the twitching corpse for a still moment before turning to give him—Tornada—a quick look. His heart had clenched at the tormented light in her eyes and he’d almost reached for her, but then her shoulders snapped straight and a cold expression fell over her face, the professional agent once more. And that was it. Bam. He was in love.

Four hours later she rode him to a climax that shook the Nine Heavens. He knew she was using him to purge her body of the Aglaian’s filth, but he didn’t care. She was in his arms—where he wanted her to be forever.

For three months they’d shared each other’s bed—despite the risk of immediate execution by the Corp. Three long, luxurious cycles of surreptitious fucking that left him gasping, groaning and hungry for more.

Tornada’s cock twitched at the memory and he shook his head, pushing through the crowd as he strode closer to Beta Arm.

He was still hungry for more. Always would be, regardless of Jaienna’s threat to cut off his dick. If she’d never discovered his secret… If she’d never discovered he was engaged to the High Lady of Iiona, the only child of Jjor’s most noble and ancient family… If she’d never planted that insidious suggestion in his mind in enraged retaliation before he could explain, that almost fatal suggestion to divulge everything they’d been doing together, blow by vivid blow, to his fiancé in the presence of her family in their royal court… If she’d never sent him to almost certain death at the hands of the High Lady’s incensed father who demanded blood as payment for his daughter’s pain and shame…

If she’d never left him…

A flash of red caught his eye, like a stream of fire shooting through the crowd, and the futile thought ended abruptly.

Tornada’s muscles grew taut and his pulse leapt into a triumphant beat. He knew that color well. Still dreamt of it every night. His lips stretched into a slow smile. “Jia.”

With a barely imperceptible change to his stride, he increased his pace, eyes locked on the copper-fire curtain of her hair as she pushed through the concourse, tracking her every step through the hustling mass, deeper into the guts of the station until she turned a final corner…

Tornada frowned, standing at the mouth of a dim service passageway devoid of life. He peered into the shadows, looking for a hint of movement. Where was she?

A soft moan answered the unspoken question.

Low and throaty, it floated out of the darkness, sending a shiver over Tornada’s flesh. His balls grew hard. He’d heard that moan before. Many, many times.

Pulling his pulse-pistol, he stepped into the suffocating shadows.

He knew exactly what his ex-partner was doing, and she wasn’t doing it alone.

Stinging jealousy ripped through him and he gave the blackness a bleak grin. Whoever was with her was about to have a very bad day.

“Tears of Drunetia.” Jaienna’s frenzied cry split the air. “I need to come.”

Tornada quickened his pace. She was close. Very close.

He turned the corner and there she was. Alone. Leaning against a wall amongst dust-covered solar-harvesting equipment, one hand buried between her thighs, the other clenched around a blaster with such force her knuckles glared white. Concupiscent blood surged into his cock. “Jaienna?”

Wild green eyes snapped to him, the telltale pink of a Bliss high burning in their depths. Recognition flashed through them, followed by hate and driving hunger. “Tornada?”

Tornada stepped closer, the urge to yank her hand from between her thighs and replace it with his own so consuming he almost did. Only the blaster stopped him. “I don’t know what’s going on, sweetheart,” he said, “but Intel-Patrol Corp agents do not use Bliss.”

Jaienna’s pink-tinged eyes flashed blazing murder. “Fuck you, Tornada.”

“Our boss is mighty pissed, Jia,” he continued, trying like hell to ignore the familiar desires rolling through his body at the sight of hers so aroused. “I’m to take you in for debriefing.”

Jaienna stared at him, throaty breaths bursting from her parted lips. “Fuck our boss,” she gasped, the shadows almost devouring her. “Debrief me now.”

And with that, she threw herself against his body and crushed his mouth with hers.


At the moment, The Boundaries ~ Collection is only available at Amazon (click here), but as soon as it’s available at other resellers I’ll make an announcement on the Down Under Divas Facebook page.



Coming Soon – Shadow Whispers (A Paranormal Erotica Horror)

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There’s something creepy coming soon from me. Something dark and twisted…



Jared died twenty years ago. Now he’s trapped between Heaven and Hell, sent back again and again to protect those whose time has not yet come. Never before has he been tempted by the desires of mortal flesh. But then, he never had to watch over Tess Darcy before. For Tess he’ll break every rule, even if it costs him his immortal soul.

Haunted by nightmares of the stalker who nearly killed her, Tess has buried herself deep in the Australian Outback to escape her past. But Kangaroo Creek isn’t quite the quaint little town it looked on the map. Nothing is what it seems here. Every night, the same incredibly hot erotic dreams visit her, leaving her wanting more. The Librarian’s channeling demons, and assures Tess the handsome hunk she just ran into is dead. The bookstore seems to have rather unusual clients, and destroyed photos have a way of reappearing over and over again.

Other than that it’s a peaceful little town… until the man who nearly killed her returns from the dead. Is Jared the man of her dreams? Can he save her from her nightmares, or will the magic that haunts this town consume them both?

Stay tuned for more details on release date…if you’re game ;)

New Cover!!

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I can finally show off the cover for my next Samhain release, Irrepressible Jasmine. It’s book 2 in the Wild Crush series. What do you think?


Shh, the Divas are Hiding

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The Divas are currently hiding out in their writing caves.

How cool is this cave?

How cool is this cave?

a view to inspire

a view to inspire

All that can be heard is the clickety-clack of fingers on keyboards and the slurpity-slurp of coffee and tea being consumed.

Whatever could they be working on?

Hmm… a mystery.

(note fine print: writing cave shown is not an accurate representation of the any of the writing caves in question, it’s just a cool cave house. But we can dream)


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