Free read available for pre-order

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Yes, I confess, this is the third time I’m posting this blog. The first time I posted it was over at International Heat, then I copied it to my own blog, and now, well, I plead guilty to bombarding Diva readers with it.

But I think you’ll agree it’s a post worth repeating, especially because it’s all about a free read. Oh, and there’s a tiny snippet I’ve added at the end that wasn’t in the previous two posts…)

Is there anyone out there who doesn’t love a free read?

I know that every two weeks I’m jumping on Amazon and downloading the two Samhain books that are being offered free of charge for fourteen days. I’ve met some wonderful new authors and their wonderful books this way. And now, I’m real, real, real proud to announce that we have a brand new, never before been released freebie from Samhain.


The name of the book: Exotic Indulgence

The authors: Lexxie Couper, Vivian Arend and Jess Dee

The Anthology: Bandicoot Cove

Exotic Indulgence is the first book in the four book anthology, Bandicoot Cove. Think of it as an incredibly hot, incredibly sexy, incredibly indulgent introduction to the world’s newest, exclusive, luxury island resort.

Exotic Indulgence: The Blurb

It’s time for an indulgence, or two…or three.

Bandicoot Cove, Book 1

There’s something magical about Bandicoot Cove. It’s where Kylie Sullivan’s dream of managing a luxury, five-star resort is about to come true. And it’s where people tend to fall in love. Kylie should know. She’s fallen hard—for three very different men.

There’s Brad, who knows just how to relieve her stress and send her body on a crash course through pleasure. Hemi, her untamed Maori, who awakens her primitive side. And Finn, the sexy bartender whose specialty is Screaming Orgasms.

The three men fulfill all her sexual fantasies, but Kylie knows reality will eventually set in and she’ll have to choose. But how? For now she decides not to decide—at least until she makes sure the resort’s soft opening comes off without a hitch.

As far as Brad, Hemi and Finn are concerned, Kylie’s life is too much work and not enough play. The only choice they plan to give her is to say yes to their wildly passionate proposal…

Product Warnings
Three sexy men pleasing one uninhibited woman—how much more warning do you need? This short story is long on heat, with a drool-worthy setting and sexual interludes in the office, at the beach and the bar. You want a day job like this.

Exotic Indulgence releases on the 23rd of August, but the really, really exciting news  is that it is already available for pre-order at Samhain Publishing. You can reserve your free copy, in the format of your choice, right now. Just click here.

Remember the little added snippet I promised earlier? Here it is:  Exotic Indulgence is also officially available for pre-order at Kindle for free.  (Up until now Kindle was charging $0.99c.)

The three other books in the anthology will be releasing over a four week period, from August to September:

Paradise Found, by Vivian Arend, releases 23 Aug. (Yep, same day as Exotic Indulgence).

Tropical Sin, by Lexxie Couper, releases 6 Sep.

Island Idyll, by Jess Dee, releases 20 Sep.

If you are looking for smoking hot romance, erotic menages, and an escape from the grind of your everyday life, look no further than Bandiccot Cove.



This is raunchy stuff


A friend sent me something extremely rude on email. I mean, this was hard core stuff, porn for women, the kind of pictures that make a mere mortal woman go into paroxysms of ecstasy. When I saw this I was like Jamie Lee Curtis in A Fish Called Wanda when John Cleese starts speaking Russian. You know what I’m talking about. These man pics did it for me big time. I figured I had to share them, even if I break all the rules of blog propriety (are there any of those?).

Here goes:

Here’s wishing you some raunch this weekend,


Whale of a time

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So, moving away from romance and erotica for a while, here’s something you may not know about me.

I am obsessed with whales. Absolutely love them. I am also pretty ignorant about them. If a whale swam past me, I wouldn’t be able to identify what kind of it was. (Well, maybe with the exception of a killer whale, humpback or blue whale.)

But my ignorance doesn’t stop me from staring out at the ocean continually during the winter months. Because that’s when the whales start their migration north. Rarely a day goes by when I do not get to see those massive clouds of spray/blow, bursting from the ocean surface. That in itself is enough to get my heart beating madly. But every now and again I see a whale breach, or glimpse their tales and fins as they dive and jump, and I swear, I couldn’t get more excited winning a lottery. I confess to driving my kids a little batty by continually making them jump out the car and race to the cliff’s edge near our house – just in case a whale, or a pod of whales, may be swimming by.

A couple of weeks ago, one of these wild races was richly rewarded. Not only did we get to see a humpback repeatedly breaching, we got to see something incredibly rare: the breaching humpback was white. We were too far away to see the whale’s whole body, so I cannot be one hundred percent sure the whale was totally white. But the thrill of seeing a whale so different from the norm…well, it was exhilarating.

Now, in keeping with this post, here’s a video someone sent me about a team of people from The Great Whale Conservancy saving a whale caught up in fishing nets.

Watch it. It’s amazing.


Tuesday’s Teaser – All Of You


Last week I told you all I had a new contract and those that follow me on twitter and facebook will know I signed a second one last Friday so in honor of that I thought I’d share a little of Ryan and Claire. It’s unedited of course so all mistakes are mine. 😉  Enjoy.


Traffic was a bitch on the way home and a sixty minute drive turned into ninety. Claire cursed and muttered under her breath the whole way. Even wound the window down and swore at the driver of a truck that almost became her new hood ornament. Frazzled, hot and sticky she was ready for a whole bottle of wine when she finally reached home. Too distracted by her own annoyance Claire didn’t notice the man standing in the parking lot until she nearly ran him over.

Cursing a blue streak any sailor worth his salt would envy, she slammed on the brakes, threw the car into park and flung her door open.

“Are you fucking crazy!” she screamed as she launched from the vehicle. “I could have run you dow…” The air left her lungs and her words caught in her throat. The glistening flesh of a bare male chest to rival any God’s numbed her mind and turned her body into a quivering vessel of need.


God the man was to die for and Claire would have to be dead not to notice. Jeez, even dead she’d notice. She tried to swallow over the lump of harsh words in her throat.

“Evening, Claire, bad day at the office?” Ryan’s smirk should have been irritating; instead it did funny things to her belly, stirred and warmed it like soup in a saucepan.

She licked her lips, swallowed again and finally dragged a few words from the depths of lust induced stupidity. “Drive home.”

Jeez, could she be anymore lame? The man probably thought she was an idiot. Hell, she acted like a dumb school girl every time he was around, so who could blame him if he did.

“Ah, yes. I heard there was a bad accident on the highway earlier. They said traffic would be screwed for hours.”

His gaze dropped to where her blouse sat snug across her breasts, the material raising and lowing with every labored breath. Her nipples hardened beneath her bra, the look in his eyes one of hunger—desire. Could Jane be right? Did Ryan want her as much as she wanted him? The thought sent shockwaves of heat bursting out from the breasts he hadn’t stopped staring at. Her pulse quicken, her breath turned short—choppy. Her clit ached and Claire squeezed her thighs together to ease the throb.

Ryan’s nostrils flared and his gaze came back to meet hers. The heat and lust swirling in the green orbs delivered another burst of heat to her body. Claire shivered. Goose bumps sprang up all over her skin and moisture filled her panties. God, if he could do that with a look what could he do with a touch? Sparks of gold ignited in his eyes and Claire wondered why she’d never noticed them before. Had she ever allowed herself to look that close?

No. She’d kept contact with Ryan to a minimum. Usually because she found it hard to string a sentence together with the way he had her body exploding to life whenever he got close. Oh who was she kidding, just thinking about him sent her nerve endings into a frenzied bunch of sex-craving knots. Claire closed her eyes and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself. Big mistake.

The scent of hot sweaty male filled her nose and lungs. Her body went from mild arousal to fever pitch in a nanosecond. Claire had always had a thing for the smell of a hard working man but on Ryan it tweaked her senses on a whole new level. Her pussy throbbed and turned slick, her breasts swelled and grew heavy, her nipples rasping against the cotton bra she wore. Her eyes popped open wide and without permission her torso leaned closer to what tantalized her.

A cool breeze ruffled the hems of her skirt and blouse, drifting beneath the material to flow over heated skin. Nipples, already tight, hardened painfully. Her clit burned with want and Claire knew she’d climax with minimal effort. Hell, she was so close it would take no more than a brush of his hand or lips to set her off. Shit. She had to get away.

Without a word she spun on her heels and dove back into her car. Slamming the door she put the car in gear and sped into her parking spot. In one move she switched the engine off and grabbed her handbag. Jumping from her seat she shut the door with her hip and strode across the asphalt. Aiming her keys over her shoulder she activated the door locks and alarm.

“Gotta go. Can’t stop,” she called out as she made a dash for the front of her townhouse and safety.

It took longer than she liked to fumble her way inside and close the door behind her. Slumping against the cool timber Claire let her head fall back with a thunk and stared at the ceiling in her foyer. She shuddered. She’d just made a complete fool of herself and even if she’d been remotely contemplating doing as Jane had suggested and her body screamed for, she’d probably managed to ruin any hope she may have had at succeeding.


All Of You – coming soon to Noble Romance


Claire Jones never dreamed the fantasies she’d been having about the young guy next door would ever become reality but after a push from her best friend and one encounter involving dirty laundry she’s getting more reality than one woman should be allowed. But with reality comes emotion and Claire finds herself falling deeper and deeper under Ryan’s spell.

Ryan Doherty wants in Claire’s pants but he soon discovers hot sex isn’t all he’s after. She makes him happy in a way nothing and no one else ever has and if he has to use their amazing chemistry to stay in her life he will. Because having more of Claire isn’t an option. It’s the only choice.

Can Ryan and Claire bridge the age gap to find the love of a life time or will what others think destroy the best thing either of them has ever found?




When Stuck…Go With “Ah, F*#k it”


Those that have read a few of my books will recognise the above term. It pops up in my manuscripts when I reach a point in the plot where I have either a/ written myself into a corner and have no idea how to get out of it, b/ no idea whatsoever what will/is/should happen next. When this happens, I will inevitably spend a good few hours trying to work out what I should do before, in sheer frustrated madness I throw up my hands and have one of my characters say/shout/mutter/murmur “Ah, fuck it” and then write the very first thing that comes to mind after. It may not necessarily be what would be expected, it may not always makes sense, but it’s what I do.

My life these last few months have been kinda like my plots–rarely going to plan and never staying on track. To add to the maddness my eldest daughter, Peanut, broke her ankle last week and will be in a cast for 6 weeks and require ongoing physio to reteach her ankle how to move correct when the cast is off. Can anyone guess what I said at the hospital when the nurse asked me how I was going to handle it all?

That’s right 🙂

So, in honour of the “Ah, fuck it” point of my life, I’m giving away a prize – a Lexxie Couper ebook of the winners choice PLUS a packet of Tim Tams and a couple of other surprises. How do you win said prize? Simple, just tell me one of my books that has the term “Ah, fuck it” in it and who says it OR share an “Ah, fuck it” moment in your life with the Divas. All commentors go in the draw for a chance at the prize. I’ll draw the winners names this time next week.

Now, back to the utter randomness of what I decided to do AFTER my “ah, fuck it” moment in the hospital. Stay tuned… 😉

Oh No!


From the Romantic Times Convention Committee:

“The Mr. Romance competition has certainly evolved during the last 18 years and we have had a lot of fun with it. And although we believe that our last one in L.A. was one of the best ever, there are so many new things that we want to explore for authors and fans, and no open time slots to do them in. So we have decided to retire the Mr. Romance show and replace it with an exciting new event we are calling our FAN-TASTIC AUTHOR PARTY that puts fans and authors together in a reception-style get-together. Fans of the Mr. Romance event need not fret because we will be inviting many of the Mr. Romance winners back as well as former and active cover models to participate in the social events and join in the parties.”

The FAN-TASTIC AUTHOR PARTY sounds ah, fantastic. But no more Mr. Romance? Oh Noes!!!! So glad I caught the very last one held in LA. I’m sure it will go down in history as the best ever. Sniff, sniff.


A sneak peek


I’ve spent the last week or so working on edits for my November release, See You In my Dreams and it’s just been sent to the FLE for line edits. It’s a wonderfully, sweet, sexy, light-hearted read, and…it’s every girl’s fantasy come to life. I figured that since it’s the book foremost on my mind, I should maybe share an excerpt with you.

So, here you go. One adult only excerpt for your reading pleasure.


See You In My Dreams

(Speed, Book 1)

Every girl’s fantasy, one woman’s dream


“Mmm?” Warm air wafted from his mouth.

“God, Nathan…” She couldn’t say more. Wasn’t capable.

The wet heat of his tongue swept over her clit once again, and his finger slipped between her lips, pressing deep into her pussy. A moan escaped her.

She’d died and gone to heaven. Or maybe, she’d simply fallen asleep.

No, no, no, no. This couldn’t be a dream. Absolutely could not be.

Moisture seeped between her legs, soothing his passage as he pulled his hand away and then pushed back in again. And then again.

Tiny, sensuous waves rolled through her. His hand explored and his mouth delighted. He pressed his tongue firmly to her clit, licking at her with increasingly hotter and hotter kisses. His finger trailed lower, creeping into the cleft of her ass.

Her heart pounded deafeningly in her ears, and when his finger, wet from her juices, breeched her ass, gently, tenderly, she exploded. Exquisite pleasure tore through her, fast and sharp, leaving her shaken to her core and gasping in its wake.

Minutes past before she drifted back to earth, before she languidly opened her eyes and stared into the molten gaze of the man who’d taken her to such incredible heights.

He was there. He was real. He wasn’t some fantasy she’d dreamed up again.

“You’re beautiful, Sophie Rose.” His voice was rough and so damn sexy it ignited a fresh spark of lust in her loins.

He leaned in to kiss her, and she tasted herself on his breath. Even as his mouth consumed, his hand was back between her legs, rubbing, caressing, arousing.

She buckled when he touched her over-sensitized clit, but he simply swallowed her halfhearted moans of protest and continued to stroke. His lips sipped from hers, his tongue tantalized her senses, and his hand continued to delight.

“What are you doing to me?” Sophie drew back for air, and then echoed his question from earlier. “What have you done to me?”

“Nothing more than you’re doing to me.” He claimed her mouth once again.

She was totally consumed by him. His fresh, woodsy aftershave tickled her nose, while his labored breath echoed through her ears. The smooth, male flesh beneath her hands covered the steel-hard strength of his muscles below. And still his fingers strummed her pussy, playing her like a fine-tuned instrument.

Playing her like he’d been playing her for years. It was as if he knew every pleasure point in her body. Knew exactly where to touch, and how she liked to be touched.

His thumb on her clit seduced, aroused and teased until Sophie writhed on the bed, begging for more.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Nathan instructed, and Sophie stilled her desperate movements. Anticipation buzzed through her belly. She shook helplessly beneath him. Her pussy, so satisfied just a few short minutes ago now pulsed with need, with hunger.

“I could watch you like this all day,” he whispered then groaned. “You’re driving me crazy.”

Argh! He should talk. “Nathan, I…I need more. Need…you.” She needed the ultimate proof this was not a dream.

“Me?” His smile was sinful. “Or my cock?”

Sophie stared into his lust-filled face, licked her lips. “Both!”

“Don’t move,” he growled. “Not even an inch.”

Move? Who had the energy? Although she did find the strength to cry out in dismay as Nathan pulled away from her.

“Shhh, sweetheart.” He stretched over to the bedside table. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Something rustled nearby. She heard a tearing sound and then a low growl.

Ah. Condom.

Thank God one of them had the presence of mind to think about protection, because she hadn’t. She never had in her dreams either.

The bed shifted as Nathan repositioned himself. He lay above her, supporting himself on his forearms. His thighs pressed between hers, his feet pushing her legs open further. She let him take the lead. Let him lean in and graze her lips with his. Let him swallow her answering moan of delight. Let him press the rock-hard weight of his chest against her swollen, achy breasts and introduce the tip of his condom-covered cock to her pulsing, pleasured pussy lips.


See You In My Dreams releases at Samhain on the 1st of Nov.

If you wanna know more about it, you can click here.


New contract goodness.

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Yay! *happy dancing* Coyote Whispers has been offered a contract by my lovely EC editor. Woot! Steve and Doc finally get their story. In honor of this wonderful moment I give you an (unedited) excerpt!


“Shower.” Steve ground the word out through clenched teeth as he set her on her feet. “I’ll bring you some clothes to wear.”

“You’re leaving?”

He closed his eyes, his control held by a thread. “If I don’t I’m taking you against the wall and I want more time to explore you than a quick fuck in the shower.”

“But you made me come.”

“Yeah, and I will again, just not yet.” Steve opened his eyes to see Doc removing her top. The sexy white lace bra beneath her blue blouse was made of pure sin. A groan gurgled in his throat. “Christ.”

Her hands stilled on the button of her pants and she raised her gaze to his. She studied him with her doctor stare. He knew what she was doing, analyzing, thinking, planning. Damn, that mind of hers was as sexy as her underwear.

He took a step back, reached behind him for the door handle and Doc got right up in his face, her hand pressed to the door behind him as though she could stop him from opening it.

“Get your clothes off now,” she demanded.

Steve smiled. “Back to being disagreeable, Doc?”

“You are not leaving this bathroom before I mark you. I don’t care if we have sex, I give you a blow job or a hand job. One way or another you will leave this bathroom mine as I entered it yours.”

His cock went rock hard. Her take charge attitude thrilled him and he couldn’t wait to be on the receiving end of any one of those suggestions. “Bossy much, Doc?”

“You like it.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Really?”

Doc wrapped her hand around his length through his jeans. “Oh yeah, you like it.”

They stared at each other, gauging who would give first. Only the fight was one sided. Her fingers squeezed and stroked him and even with the denim barrier her touch set his blood on fire. His coyote howled for him to take what she offered while he fought to keep his civility and not rut on her like the beast he was. Control snapped and he glanced at his watch.

“I reckon we have five minutes before anyone shows up and it shames me to say I won’t need that long.” He gripped her shoulders, pushed her back. “Strip.”


I can’t wait!



So Here I Am


Well. The day has arrived, the one I never really thought would come. The one that, when I was twenty, seemed farther away than the other side of the world.

I woke up this morning 40 years old.

On the one hand I can’t help but wonder what the hell I did with the last twenty years. On the other, my body is telling me I’ve lived every single day of the past two decades. At the age of twenty I never even tried to imagine what I’d be doing when I was 40, so I’m not taking stock of my life, nor trying to assess if I’ve achieved all I wanted to. I’m not much of a goal setter, me. Take each day as it comes and be thankful for it, that tends to be how I do things. But hitting one of life’s milestones does make a girl wonder if she’s happy with where she is in her life and what she has. So, am I?

Hell, yes.

I have a great husband (eg. today’s birthday surprise=diamond earings and a stack of cards entitling me to all sorts of favours like writing days and foot rubs, no sexual payment required! Well, unless that’s the catch :)). I have two healthy, gorgeous, intelligent kids, a couple of dynamite little girls who I’m positive will one day either rule the world or destroy it (either way I’d be proud of the achievement :)). I have great friends, both in the real world and online. I have my health. I have if not a mentally stimulating day job, it’s at least something that gets me out of the house and doesn’t require me to wear a name badge or take abuse from the public (impossible to forget the many years spent waiting tables and tending bar).

And last but certainly not least, I’m a published author. That is something I dreamt of when I was twenty, but they were nebulous dreams, sort of ‘one day I might have a crack at that’ imaginings. It was never an ambition, nor was it something I really envisaged achieving. But somehow, with no road map, no plan and very little earthly clue of what I was doing a lot of the time, I did it.

I’d say I’m a pretty good argument for taking each day as it comes.

Have a great day everyone, I’ll be having several drinks for you all tomorrow at my Mad Hatter Tea Party, which I consider to be the last time I can get away with drinking too much and acting completely immature. Or maybe not.


PS. Check out my list of five things you can’t do when you’re 40 at Sami’s Scribbles

Advice for parents during the dreaded school holidays


It’s that time of year again.

The time when schools around the country close their doors, and children are not allowed in. Unfortunately.

Yes, it’s school holidays. Which means that no matter how organized you are, and no matter how many activities you have planned for your children, they are going to be spending a great deal more of their time at home than they usually do.

Now, I love my kids. Immeasurably. That’s never in question. And yes, the thoughts of sleeping in a little later than usual, and not rushing to get kids dressed and ready for school, and not having to make school lunch in the morning, are all wonderfully seductive. But the truth is school holidays have a tendency to test my patience a little more than usual. Or perhaps I should say kids on school tend to test my patience a little more than usual. (Am I the queen of understatement or what?)

I know that I am not alone in feeling this way. I’ve yet to meet a mother who doesn’t want to tear her hair out at the very suggestion of a school holiday.

Just today I received an email from someone (I shall not mention names) suffering this exact malady. Apart from her usual (madly busy) work schedule, she had the children at home with her. Her exact words were:

“Ahhhhh… Kids crawling all over me. Kids fighting. Kids bored. Kids hungry. Kids whining. Kids watching too much TV. Kids taking apart ceiling fans with no supervision….”

I truly believe she essentially summarized what every one of us goes through during school holidays. Well, except maybe for the taking the ceiling fan apart bit… 😉

So I thought today I would impart some wise words of wisdom that someone was kind enough to impart to me just yesterday. This here is a little message about how best to deal with children when they have one of ‘those moments.” And yes, during school holidays, they do tend to have a lot of “those moments.”

Tough Love vs. Spanking – Good Argument

Most people think it improper to spank children, so I have tried other methods to control my kids when they have one of  ‘those moments.’

One that I found effective is for me to just take the child for a car ride and talk.

Some say it’s the vibration from the car, others say it’s the time away from any distractions such as TV, Video Games, Computer, IPod, etc.

Either way, kids usually calm down and stop misbehaving after our car ride together.  Eye to eye contact helps a lot too.

I’ve included a photo below of one of my sessions with my son, in case you would like to use the technique.

Your Friend,


PS: This works with grandchildren, nieces, and nephews as well.   

Hope you find this as useful as I did.


Happy holidays


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