Tuesday’s teasing tidbit.


Thought I’d offer up something quick from my latest sooper-seekrit wip! But ssshhhhhh……don’t tell Lexxie I showed you. *grin*


His hand continued to caress her stomach, moving ever closer to the juncture of her thighs and the sweet heat waiting within. He slid his fingers beneath the elastic waist of her undies and tugged. She raised her hips and Grant grabbed a firmer hold and pulled the lace confection from her. Without letting go of her nipple he turned his head to see Dayne’s hand on the other side of her underwear and together they removed the garment from their ultimate prize. The scent of her cream floated up to meet him. Her legs lay slightly parted, her trimmed public hair glistening with the evidence of her need.

Grant needed to taste her. Her nipple popped free of his mouth and he trailed kisses down her stomach until he reach the red hair covering her sex. He nuzzled her hip bone, the crease where thigh met torso. She writhed below him and he pushed on further, his tongue licking out to sample her essence. The slick liquid coated her sex and the top of her thighs. Sugar and spice and all things nice. The silly nursery rhyme played in his head but he had to agree. She was all sweet and tangy on his tongue.

He groaned. “You have to taste her Dayne.” His tongue probed deeper. “God she tastes amazing.”

Dayne joined him and Grant moved back to allow his friend a taste. He watch in avid fascination as his mate began to eat at Miki’s pussy. Grant shifted on the bed, grabbing her knee he pulled her legs wide and slid between them. Dayne still leaned over her side lapping at the cream spilling from her cunt. Reaching up, he thrust two fingers into her channel as Dayne sucked on her clit. She went off like a firecracker. Her orgasm taking them all by surprise.


How’s that for teasing?


Funny Thing About Firemen


It’s funny we’re giving away a firefighters’ calendar here at the divas, because lately I seem to be surrounded by them. Not calendars, firemen.

He he he.

When Lexxie first mentioned the idea of giving away one of these hot calendars as a prize, I thought great! I’ve just started writing an erotic romance featuring not one but two Aussie firefighters. It was a fluke, not some grand promotional plan, but it does tie in nicely with what I’m writing.

And another thing—I have one of the 2011 firefighter calendars myself. My hubby, who’s apparently more open minded than I ever thought went away a couple of months back. While he was out at a shopping centre he saw they were selling the calendars and he thought I’d like one. They were even signing them, so he lined up with the mostly female queue to get a lovely guy named Rick to sign mine. I chuckle every time I think about Rick glancing up at my hubby and asking, “Ah… who do I make it out to mate?”

Hubby was very quick to assure him he should make it out to his wife. I wonder if Rick believed him.

Anyway, what I thought I’d do is give you a very brief introduction to my two fictional but-oh-how-we-wish-they-weren’t Aussie firefighters, Corey and Griff. I’m a little bit in love with both these blokes, so I’m really hoping this book is accepted so you can all meet and fall in love with them too. Here’s a couple of teasers for you:


 “Vibe is the hottest club in the Valley right now. We’re going to have the best time.”

 It was pretty clear from the tone of her voice that the club wasn’t the only thing offering a good time. It would be easy enough to take Maddison up on it, but the girl creeped Corey out. He kept getting the feeling if he went home with her he’d wake up naked, tied to a bed and minus the one credit card he owned.

Then there’s Griff (who seems to be a lot less fussy when it comes to women:)):

Maddison finally gave up and left. Corey’s sigh of relief was audible and beside him, Dale Griffin—nobody ever called him Dale, only Griff—laughed. “Chicken shit.”

            “She isn’t my type.”

            Griff remarked with a lopsided smile, “With an ass like that she doesn’t need to be.”

put them together and things get a little steamy for our intrepid heroine, Erica:

“What are you saying? That it’s okay that Griff and I… that any time I want either of you…”

She stood up in front of high-spirited teenagers on a daily basis using nothing but her words to grab their attention, but now Erica could not finish a sentence.

“I guess that’s what I’m saying.” The soft promise in his words ignited every sexual spark capable of being set alight inside her. “Anytime, Erica. You can have either of us… Or both.”

Well that’s a hell of an offer :). Now I have to go and finish this darned book. Sooooo close to the end. Have a good weekend all! — Sami

Smokin’ hawt men!


In honor of the firemen calendar we’re giving away I thought I’d share a few of my favorite pix.

Tom from One Night In Bangkok

Saxon from Singapore Fling

Quinn from Coyote Home & Coyote Run

Brogan from Coyote Wild

Logan from Doing Logan

Wow! Is it warm in here or what? *grin*


To Continue The Aussie Education…


I know a lot of non-Aussies come visit we Divas and, seeing as Jess, RC, Sami and I set most of our books in the mighty Land of Oz, I thought I’d further your education in all thing Australian. So, without further mucking about, let’s climb into a fried-out combi and begin. (Oh, and incase you feel like skipping out of class, there’s a REALLY BIG CONTEST ANNOUNCEMENT at the end. *grin*)

How to say hello Down Under.

Easy. You’ve basically got three options.

G’day (good day)

Howya goen’? (hello. How has your day progressed so far?)

and ‘Ow the fuck are ya? (How are you?)

Try them all on for size tomorrow with your best mate (ie, BFF) and see what he/she does (although if there is any unresolved sexual tension between you, I would suggest avoiding the third option in case it’s misconstruded as an attempt to them you into the sack (ie, into bed).

How to do an Aussie accent.

I’ve been assured the Aussie accent is quite sexy (especially when heard passing the lips of the likes of Hugh Jackman), but here’s a simple tip. We like to cram every vowel sound into our ‘As’ and go up a note or two at the end of every sentence. Doesn’t matter if it’s a statement of undeniable fact, we’re going to utter it as if it’s a question. (My very good, American friend, Mari Carr pointed this out to me when I was at RT last April. Since then, I can’t help but notice it.)

How to tell someone you think they are the most wonderful, amazing person you’ve ever known.

“Yeah, you’re awright.”

What the typical Aussie bloke looks like.

Do Real Aussies Drink Fosters?


Is Hugh Jackman Really That Hot?


Now, for the CONTEST.

Firstly, whaddya gonna win?

A handcrafted bangle hand painted by a traditional Aboriginal artist that I bought specially as a contest prize while visiting Uluru (aka Ayres Rock) in the Outback. It’s beautiful and unlike anything you will find elsewhere in the world…PLUS an ebook copy of the winner’s choice from whichever Diva’s backlist they desire…PLUS a very very hot 2011 calendar featuring some of Australia’s most delicious fieries (aka fire fighters).

Check out more of the calendar here

So, how do you win all this bloody brilliant stuff?

Simple. Leave a comment on every post from the Divas this week and you’re in the running. Come this time next week, Sami, Jess, RC and myself will hold a little party to select a winner (possibly pulling the winner’s name from a firefighter’s hat *grin*) and announce it right here on the blog.

To win an extra special EXTRA prize (ie, a signed copy of my Aussie contemporary paranormal, Death, The Vamp and His Brother) send me an email (at lexxie@ lexxiecouper. com) telling me your favourite Aussie hero/heroine from your favourite Down Under Diva. The first name I pull from the fierie’s hat, wins the signed copy.

So…how did we fare on our second Aussie education lesson? Are we still okay? 🙂

In the Name of Research


Warning: Graphic language abounds in this post. But then it often does in my novels or the novels of any of the other divas, so perhaps this warning wasn’t really necessary. Oh well, can’t say I didn’t try.

Research for an erotic romance author can be strange sometimes. Fun, but strange. I have this scene I wrote, and one of my heroes refers to his, well, semen, but using a colloquialism. Trouble is, I can’t find a colloquialism I think he would actually say that doesn’t make me wince a bit.

I googled ‘Aussie Slang for Sperm’ and came up with a plethora of options, very few of which were actually Australian. Spoont was the one highlighted as Australian by the Urban Dictionary. Honestly, I’ve never heard anyone say spoont in my life. Perhaps it’s new. I’m also given a bunch of non-oz options: Jizz, Jism, nut, spooge, spunk, skeet, man milk, man chowder, man custard, man juice, man paste and baby gravy. Can’t say I like any of them, with the possible exception of man juice. Last week I used man junk on the spur of the moment and I kind of like that, but isn’t ‘junk’ used by the American male to describe the equipment, rather than the product? Is that then confusing to Americans?

The things I have to think about.

Spunk is the term I have put in the draft, because it was the least revolting one I could think of, but I can’t help shake the belief that it actually means a good looking person ( eg. Amusingly used by Australian “Sheilas” to describe an attractive man “he’s a spunk”) Apparently the meaning of the word has morphed since I was at school (admittedly, quite some time ago). It also has other meanings, see below:

  Spirit; pluck. Considering it is also a vulgar term for semen, it is rarely used in its normal form due to the obviously easy possibility to misinterpret it.

“That athlete shows a lot of spunk on the soccer field”
“He shows a lot of spirit and determination”

 So the Internet with its vast cache of pornographic information, hasn’t helped me much with this as I can’t find anything my guy would say. I think I might just use man junk. Coin a new phrase—why not? I’m a writer. It’s called artistic license.

Anyway, while I was looking around I came across a few Aussie sayings that gave me a laugh so I thought I’d share them.

BONE OF CONTENTION A hard-on that causes an argument, e.g. one that arises when a man is watching Olympic Beach Volleyball on TV with his girlfriend.

TITANIC A lady who goes down first time out.

A BEER COAT The invisible but warm coat worn when walking home after a booze cruise at 3 in the morning.

BEER COMPASS The invisible device that ensures your safe arrival home after a cruise, even though you’re too pissed to remember where you live. how you got there, or where you came from.

FRIGMAROLE Unnecessarily time consuming foreplay.

No pics with this post. Really, there’s just nothing appropriate.

Enjoy your weekend,


Can the holidays please get here already?


Okay, I confess. My need for December and January to arrive has absolutely nothing to do with holidays.

Yes, we get at least six weeks of them here in Sydney. Six weeks with no school. Not a day. Not even one hour of school. Six weeks with children at home all of that time. Of course I’m not looking forward to the holidays.

BUT… it just so happens, December and January are bumper months for me writing wise. I’m talking huge!!! And I cannot wait.

(I have to keep pausing while writing this blog to happy dance around my office.)

So, wanna know what’ s on the calendar?

*Rubbing hands together*

I hope so, coz I wanna tell you!

7th of December

So in case you haven’t noticed from my 16 000 other blogs about this fact, Raising The Stakes, the sequel to Going All, and Book two in the Three of a Kind Series, releases at Samhain on the 7th of December!

“Raising the Stakes” by Jess Dee

Play out the hand her way…or fold?

Three of a Kind, Book 2

After four years, Megan Loxley has given up waiting for her best friend, Desmond Reed, to realize she loves him. It’s time to move on. When Des introduces her to his poker buddy, Alex Truman, the instantaneous sparks that flare between them signal her life is about to change forever.

Des could kick himself. How could he have failed to notice the perfect woman was by his side all this time? Now it’s too damn late. And her innocent prodding about why he’s suddenly so distant is only making his hunger for her worse. Then she gets one step too close—and his self-restraint snaps.

Stunned, bewildered, furious, Meg can’t help but respond to the kisses for which she waited so long. God help her, she loves Des. And Alex, too. Immeasurably. Now what?

It may make her the greediest woman alive, but she’s determined to win the next hand— even if she has to change the game a little. First step: state her wildly sexy proposition in a language both men will understand…and hope they’ll stick around and play by her rules.

Warning: If you’re looking for a cool game of poker, you won’t find it here. This novella is so hot the cards are still smoking. The heroine may be new to the game, but she knows exactly how to play her two kings.

15th of December

Oh, my God. I so wanna tell you about the good news on this day. I’m just about busting from it. But if I do, my editor will be forced to kill me. So, please, just keep watching this space. I promise, on the 15th of Dec, I will shout it from the rooftops. And I promise – you will be thrilled. Because this one is all for you. The reader!


4th of January

It’s not every day an author has a double release. So you can well imagine I am stoked by my good fortune! I have not one, but two books coming out on this fabulous Tuesday. Man, what a way to welcome in the new year.

Book One:

Yep, you’ve heard talk of this one. It’s my novella from the Red Hot Winter Anthology, releasing at Samhain: Winter Fire. And, I’ve just received the official blurb, so you HAVE to read it. 😉

“Winter Fire” by Jess Dee

Guilty pleasures can heat the coldest winter night…

A Red Hot Winter story.

There’s never been any question in Rachel Ashberg’s mind. Jackson Brooks is the one, and they both know it. The problem? Thanks to his unbreakable rule—never date his twin sister’s friends—he’s completely off-limits. Even if they can’t imagine being with anyone else.

It’s been over two years since their last encounter, when they gave in—just once—to their passion. Now, as the Brooks twins’ milestone birthday approaches, Rachel and Jackson are about to meet again at a gorgeous mountain resort. Needing something to take the edge off the desire that has never faded, she indulges in a fling with sexy stranger Garreth Halt. He even makes her forget Jackson for a while. Or…maybe not.

When she mentions Jackson’s name in passing, Garreth picks up on all the hidden undertones in her voice. And he brings Jackson into their bed, if only in a fantasy they play out together. Funny thing about Garreth’s fantasies, though. Even the most improbable, impossible ones have a way of becoming reality…

Warning: Enough heat is contained within these pages that you won’t even notice the winter cold. You might fall in love with Jackson—the real-life hero, determined to protect his sister from further pain—but it’s the handsome stranger, Garreth, who’ll take your breath away.

Oh, and if my release isn’t exciting on it’s own, Lexxie Couper, my fellow Diva, gets to release her Red Hot Winter Antho novella as well, Triple Dare.

(And yes, you can drool over the GORGEOUS covers!)

“Triple Dare” by Lexxie Couper

Two men, one woman, one momentous dare.

A Red Hot Winter story.

Serious and determined, Joseph Hudson isn’t Australia’s businessman of the year for nothing. So now he’s asking himself, how did he get lost on the side of a mountain in the Colorado Rockies—in the middle of winter—with night fast approaching? Three simple words. I dare you.

Fear isn’t in Rob Thorton’s vocabulary. Life is for the taking, and Rob uses both hands. Challenging his best mate to take an impromptu snowboarding trip to the U.S. is just the latest in a lifetime of dares. Besides, he has an ulterior motive for the trip. And a plan…

Park Ranger Anna McCarthy knows what trouble looks like, and it’s written all over the two Aussies she first encounters in the ski lodge. Instinct has her following them onto the mountain, and sure enough, they end up needing her winter survival expertise. But not even her skills can stop her body from responding to the sexy muscles she finds beneath their ski suits.

Stuck in a remote cabin until the storm passes, the temperatures rise until all bets are off. And a double dare turns into a triple threat—to their hearts.

Warning: Contains lots of scorching boy on girl on boy action, a heroine who knows what she wants and two sexy-arsed Australian heroes to really work up a sweat over. Oh, and a soul-deep love story with a revelation that may make you cry.

But wait, there’s more.

My other release on that day!

It’s a print book, called Risking It All.

“Risking It All” by Jess Dee

(A Print Anthology of A Question of Love and Going All In)

When it comes to love, it’s a safe bet you’ll lose your heart.

A Question of Love:

Four years ago Gabe Carter left Tina Jenkins as a matter of honor, destroying the passionate threesome they’d both enjoyed with Gabe’s best friend, Connor. Now Gabe’s back, armed with promises of love and forever. Picking up where they left off is tempting, but Tina wants the whole package—which includes Connor—and Gabe wants her all to himself. It’s up to Gabe to prove that he is the only man Tina will ever need.

Going All In:

Julia Savage’s weekly poker games are not the only thing she’s betting on. She’s also gambling on the love of two men. Hunter Miles and Jay Baxter are happy to double up and share both Julia’s affection and her body, but their attraction to each other may threaten the budding relationship between all three of them. Now it’s decision time: all or nothing?

Are you ready for a combination game this hot? Double up for a taste of the edgy world of Jess Dee.

I’m sorry. I know this blog is utterly self indulgent. But please, just for this once, will you allow me the treat?

I feel like Christmas is coming FIVE TIMES this holiday!

Here’s to lots of exciting presents.

(And yeah. Just wait for Dec the 15th. You’ll think Christmas has come early too.)



How the hell do I follow Sami’s awesomeness?


What about eight ridiculous questions with Rhian Cahill? How’s that sound for more awesomeness?

1. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever eaten?

Worst tasting or worse gross-out factor? Actually the answer would be the same for both, it was a special concoction I had to have before a doctors visit. *shudder*

2. What’s your favourite swear word?

That would be a tie between fuck and bloody.

3. When were you last naked outside?

Naked? Shit, I haven’t been naked in years never mind outside. lol

4. What’s your karaoke song of choice?

The Radiators – Gimme Head  *grin*

5. How far is too far?

There’s a too far?

6. If they made a movie of your life, who would play you?

You know no one wants to see a movie of my life. What’s glamorous about diapers, screaming babies and hormonal teenagers?

7. You’re having an affair with a famous historical figure. Who is it and why?

James Dean

8. Favourite sex toy?

Hubby. What? He’s my boy toy. *snicker*

5 Reasons Life is Not a Romance Novel


  1. Romance novel heroines don’t seem to have a monthly cycle. The only time the issue of a heroine’s period seems to arise is when she skips it. i.e. the super virile hero got her pregnant that time they used a condom but his man junk burst so forcefully from his member that it broke and voila! There’s a secret baby. The rest of the time h&hne are free to do the down and dirty.
  2. There’s no PMS in romance novels (see above). When the hero says “You’re beautiful” the lucky girl in question melts. She doesn’t say “Beautiful? You’re just saying that because you think I’m fat. You were perving on that woman, weren’t you? She’s beautiful. I’m a cow! How come you never buy me flowers anymore?”
  3. One night stands routinely lead to relationships in romance novels. Because every guy who picks up a stray woman in a bar immediately thinks “Hey man, she’s totally easy. I’m going to pull out all the stops to romance her and then introduce her to my mother.” If life were a romance novel, you could forget perfectmatch.com. Just head to the nearest bar, throw back a few margaritas and wait for the gorgeous undercover cops/millionaire CEOs/hunky race car drivers to come a-sniffing. You’d find a husband like that, guaranteed.
  4. In romance novels, your best friend is always a bigger slut than you (that’s quite a feat, given point No 3).
  5. Does anyone in real life get to say “Oh my God, I don’t think I can fit that all in!”

Waking up next to him after a drunken night out? Priceless.




















You have a great weekend now :).


Lexxie Couper’s Writing Tips


Everyone has one good story to tell. Some of us have more than one. The tricky bit is not finding the story to tell, but getting the story out of the noggin’ and onto the page – or in today’s technological age, into the computer.


Here are FIVE tips I write by every time I start a new book:


Tip One: Write What You Love To Read/Read What You Love To Write


It’s no good writing romance if you love reading horror. Don’t try and write a crime thriller if you rarely read anything but family dramas. I know this sounds obvious, but you would be surprised how many readers think they’ll write a “bodice ripper” to make some money cause “anyone can write one of those” even though they haven’t read one since the 70s. If you don’t love the genre you are writing in, no matter how good you are at structuring a sentence or devising a plot, it will show. If you’re not emotionally involved in what you are writing, how can you expect your hoped-for readers to be?


Tip Two: Write EVERY DAY. And I mean, EVERY DAY.


Even if you delete every word you’ve written, it doesn’t matter. The story won’t leave your head by itself. Set yourself a daily word count goal (mine is 2000) and try and write that many each day. It can be a daily word count of one hundred words (and sometimes, that’s all I achieve if I’m lucky) but the very magic of forming words and sentences contributes to the addictive magic of writing your story. Accept some days forming those words and sentences will be like pulling teeth and other days will be like drowning in a flood. And again, don’t stress if you delete them all. No word written is ever wasted, even the ones you trash.


Tip Three: Buy A “How To” Book. No, Buy Two…No, Three!


Seriously, there are some brilliant “How To” books on writing. Buy/beg/borrow as many as you can and devour them. If you can, highlight bits that you feel are important and read them again. Some of the best “How To” books for romance are Alison Kent’s The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Writing Erotic Romance and Vanessa Grant’s Writing Romance (I still read both once a year. My very good friend, Dawn Montgomery said to me once, “Never stop learning, Lexxie. Never stop learning.” And she’s so very right.)


Tip Four: Watch People


You’re not being a voyeur; you’re being a writer. Writers are observers of people. Our characters come from those around us (yes, even the soul-sucking demon who wants nothing more than to tear your hero apart). The tiniest glimpse of a couple smiling at each other can set off a story in your head before you even know its there. Oh, and carry a notebook with you at all times. You’ll be surprised how many times you’ll need it.


Tip Five: Join A Writers Group


Surround yourself with people who love writing as much as you do (preferably in the same genre if possible). Listen to them, share with them, support them, encourage them and reap the benefits. My first writers group introduced me to not only friends I now have for life, but opened up a wealth of information I didn’t know was out there, as well as gave me the chance to have someone apart from my husband read my work. If it wasn’t for that writers group, I never would have written and submitted my first novella to my very first publisher.


Tip Six: (Oops, wasn’t there only meant to be five?) Rejection Will Hurt


But it will never kill you. Don’t let a rejection letter from a publisher/editor or agent stop you. Put your manuscript aside, let it sleep for a while and then see if it deserves another go. And while it’s sleeping, start your next book.



One last quick word – accept you will be scoffed at, laughed at more than once. Writing is a wonderful wonderful career, but it’s not an easy one. But when you are laughed at don’t give up. Smile, nod, and get even later…some of my favourite villains are people who scoffed at my dream. And you know villains always get their comeuppance, right?



Doing Logan is out today!


Well, today US time. *grin* Which means as I’m writing this I still have about another 40 minutes to wait. *sigh*

I’m really excited about this quickie, I’m told by those that have read it that it’s super hawt and it’s the first contemporary I’ve released at Ellora’s Cave so I’ll be interested to see how it goes. So far I’ve had great success at EC and I’m hoping Logan receives the same.

Doing Logan by Rhian Cahill

Logan has been in love with Meredith for as long as he can remember. Seeing her with another had been its own brand of torture, but now that she’s free, nothing can stop him from claiming what is rightfully his.

The magnetism of Logan has never been lost on Meredith, but crossing the line between friend and lover scares her, even after dumping her slimeball ex. When Logan kisses her, an attraction like she’s never known ignites, sweeping her into an affair she can’t walk away from.

As Logan fights to win her heart, Meredith wages a battle of her own. Is she willing to admit her interest stretches way beyond merely doing Logan?


Meredith couldn’t believe they talked about the weather. She was trying to get up the courage to ask Logan inside for coffee and all that came out was “nice weather we’ve been having”. If it wouldn’t make her look more of a twit she’d slap herself upside the head. The closer they got to her house the more tense she became. It didn’t help that the man oozed sex. From the way he moved to the way he smelled, Logan Foster projected dark forbidden pleasure.

Over the years she’d found him attractive but ever since her world had turned upside down her body had gone on hyperalert whenever he was near. Meredith had never experienced this type of arousal before. Not even in the early days of her and Dirk’s relationship did she have this intense need burning through her. She licked her lips and fidgeted in her seat, squeezing her thighs together to ease her throbbing clit.

A groan drew her gaze to Logan. His fingers curled around the steering wheel in a death grip that bleached his knuckles white. The muscles and veins in his arms bulged and tension vibrated along his biceps until it reached his rigid shoulders. He was staring at her. His nostrils flared and he sucked in a deep breath.

“We’re here,” he ground out through his clenched jaw.

She hadn’t noticed the car stop, never mind that they’d arrived at her house. Logan’s gaze held hers captive and in the toffee brown depths she saw desire so great her insides shivered. No man had ever looked at her in quite that way and the nerve endings already sparking blazed to life. Heat rushed over her skin and she found it hard to catch her breath. Her mouth was dry and her tongue refused to form the words she longed to say.

Meredith knew it was now or never and she really didn’t want it to be the latter. Taking a deep breath, she licked her lips and mentally crossed her fingers.

“Would you like to come in for coffee?” A rush of air left her chest and she sagged back against her seat.

He didn’t answer—didn’t move—and Meredith feared she’d just made a complete fool of herself. Embarrassment bloomed and flooded her cheeks with warmth. She reached for the door handle, ready to bolt inside and hide until he drove away, but a hand on her arm stopped her before she could pop the latch.

“Look at me, Meredith.” His voice was scratchy, like gravel under boots.

His hand tugged her arm until she turned to face him. What she saw in his eyes sent her pulse racing and heat flaring in her belly.

“If I come in there, it won’t be for coffee. I’m too old for games so I’ll tell it to you straight. I want you. I’ve always wanted you.” He leaned closer. “And if I come in for coffee I’ll have you.”

Hot breath fanned over her lips and Meredith couldn’t stop her tongue from slipping out to taste it. Logan made a strangled sound before his lips touched hers—a feather-like brush of flesh on flesh. He jerked back and let go of her arm. His pupils were so dilated there was no trace of their creamy brown color. She sat frozen in place, hypnotized by the look of want in his eyes.

With jerky movements, she yanked on the door handle and pushed it open, her gaze still locked with his. She swung her legs out of the low sports car until her sandals hit the ground. Not once did she look away. Feet firmly planted on the curb she stared at him for what seemed like hours but could only be seconds.

Meredith turned and pushed herself out of the seat. The black car so low to the ground she had to bend almost double to peer back inside.

“So, are you coming?”

Logan’s nostrils flared as he sucked in a breath. Naked lust burned in his eyes and she was pleased he hadn’t missed her blatant doubleentendre. Straightening, she stepped back and closed the door. Unable to wait and see what he would do, Meredith headed up her front walk. The rumble of the engine behind her died and her heart skipped a beat before powering back at double speed. Gulping hard, she made her way to the door, one hand frantically searching for her keys in the bottom of her purse.

She fumbled the key in the lock as Logan joined her on the porch. The lock clicked and the door swung inward. They were a step apart as they passed the threshold. Meredith pulled the key free and tossed the key ring and her purse on the small entry table. With one hand on the door she turned and closed it.


There was no time to wonder what Logan was apologizing for. Her back hit the wall and his mouth slanted over hers. This kiss was nothing like the one in the car. Hot lashes of his tongue had her opening to him. He swept inside, touching, tasting, devouring. Wet velvet ribbons unfurled inside her and rolled out until every inch of her melted against his hard body. With lips, tongue and teeth he ate at her. Consumed her in a fiery lip-lock that incinerated all memory of previous kisses.