Coyotes in print!


Yep you hear me. The first three coyote stories are now available in print! I’m so excited. Coyote Run, Coyote Home and Coyote Wild are being published under the Coyote Hunger title and it’s already available at Barnes & Noble and Amazon. It’ll hit the Ellora’s Cave site in a few weeks time too. Squeee……And the best part? I got another gorgeous cover! Damn I’ve been so lucky with this series, each cover seems to outdo the last. 🙂

You can buy it at:-

Barnes & Noble – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/coyote-hunger-rhian-cahill/1104996072

Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/Coyote-Hunger-Rhian-Cahill/dp/1419965042/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1314410023&sr=1-7

Last Friday the third book in the series, Coyote Whispers released. You can find out all the info HERE!

And seeing how we’re talking coyotes, who wants a snippet of the next book? Stupid question I know. 🙂  As usual this is unedited. Enjoy.


Brady Connelly sucked in a breath as the town of Whispering Springs came into view. Slowing his truck, he pulled off the road onto the shoulder and took in the many changes in the place he’d been born. Downtown had spread out since he was here last and most of the building in the older area looked either new or recently renovated. A lot could happen in ten years. He wasn’t surprised to see the newer buildings or the sprawl of a growing population.

He’d researched extensively before taking the job with Wild Encounters, the owners of the business had intrigued him the most. They’d managed to build a reputable company that offered wilderness adventures unlike anything else in the region. Brady also knew they were well on the way to bringing life back to an almost decimated coyote population. Both the natural packs of this mountain range and the shifter pack who called Whispering Springs home.

Bile rose in his throat and his stomach churned when he thought about his father’s involvement in the near destruction of the once prosperous pack. Thinking of his father always turned his insides. Brady couldn’t remember much of his father before the age of twelve, but his mother always told him things hadn’t been as bad as their final years on the mountain. Memories of the night they’d fled, his older brother Marcus refusing to get in the car with them, flashed through his mind.

His mother had cried for the whole twelve hour drive. Silent tears that streamed down her face to soak her shirt. Brady had never felt more useless in his life. At fifteen he’d still been too young to defend her against his brute of a father but he had succeeded in avoiding confrontations during his early teens, protecting her as best he could. The night they’d left their whole world had shifted beneath their feet with one act of violence his mother couldn’t ignore. Malcolm Connelly would stop at nothing to gain Sovereign.

Not even murder.


So what do you think? Is Whispering Springs ready for Brady Connelly to come home?



Agent ~ The Boundaries Book Two

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I don’t muck about. When I decide to self-publish a series, I self-publish a series. The second book in my erotic sci-fi/werewolf romance, The Boundaries, is available NOW from Kindle for .99c.

Yep, .99c.

And the titular “agent” in this book? Raq Tornada? He’s quite possibly one of my favourite characters I’ve ever created 🙂

Agent ~ The Boundaries Book Two

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 werewolf 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.

Warning: There’s still lots of wild sex in space going on…but now there’s also a significant amount of violence. And sarcasm. And wild sex in space. Did I mention the wild sex in space?

Bandicoot Cove opens its doors

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There’s been lots of talk and lots of excitement surrounding the opening of the brand new luxury resort, Bandicoot Cove on the beautiful and tropical Bilby Island.

And now I’m pleased to announce you too can get in on the action.

How, you ask?

Well, to start, you can go to Samhain, Amazon or Barnes and Noble and download the first book in the Bandicoot Cove series for free. This way you’ll get to meet Kylie Sullivan, the hotel’s manager.

Kylie is the woman who’s arranged the soft opening for the resort. The make-sure-everything-goes-smoothly trial run. And she is hell bound and determined that when Bandicoot Coot opens its doors, you will walk into one of the finest resorts ever built.

But Kylie works too hard. She has to relax a little. And what better way to relax than in time-out from her hectic schedule with the man she loves. Er, the men she loves. All three of them are going to make sure the hotel guests are not the only ones who have their every need met.

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. 


Once you’ve read Kylie’s story, you too can experience the magic of the soft opening. Start with Vivian Arend’s book, Paradise Found, which is available right now at Samhain Publishing (or at your favorite ebookstore). Then, on the 6th of September, you can continue the indulgence with Lexxie Couper’s Tropical Sin. And finally, wrap up your visit with my book, Island Idyll. (Both Tropical Sin and Island Idyll are available now for preorder at Samhain.)

There’s only one thing we insist on when you land on Bilby Island:

Enjoy yourself.

Have fun and give yourself over to the the magic of the island air.


OMG! I Found A Vintage Poster of Nick Blackthorne


You all know who Nick Blackthorne is, yes? Only the world’s most famous rock star. He sings the most haunting love song, Night Whispers and every album he’s released has gone multi-platinum world wide. Not too bad for a kid who grew up in the small town of Murriundah in rural Australia. He dropped out of the public eye over two years ago but there was rumour just recently he’d checked himself into a sex-clinic in Germany. I have no idea how true that rumour is but damn…sex with Nick Blackthorne? Yes please!!!

Anyways, check out the poster. I think it’s circa mid 90s. And it’s signed! Signed! I so want this. Wonder if I can find it on a T-shirt…

(For more on Nick Blackthorne, I’ve also heard he maybe making an appearance here…)

(Just did some more searching and discovered who the artist of the poster is. Check out more of his stuff here)

And the winners are…


Denise Rossetti has generously offered to give away TWO copies of Guilty as Sin, one to an Australian reader and one to someone from overseas. Cherub has drawn the names out of a hat (actually out of her Dora the Explorer trinket box), and the lucky winners are….

Keziah Hill



Congratulations ladies. I’ll be emailing you both privately to set up the book swap.

Now I’m headed off to the dinner theatre (aka the Princess’s grade one school concert, which promises to be a fairy tale extravaganza followed by a gourmet meal of a sausage on bread WITH sauce–high brow entertainment of the best kind).


I Self-Published A Book Today…


….and boy, am I nervous. Assassin: The Boundaries ~ Book One is a 27000 word erotic sci-fi-slash-werewolf-slash-paranormal tale that still to this day surprises me. Just how DID I come up with the idea of a sexual assassin, a woman who implants suggestions into the minds of those she brings to orgasm? Suggestions that can not be denied no matter how strong the mind of her unbeknowing target? Just why DID I decide to write a hero who isn’t just the last human in the known universe but is also a throw-back to Arthur Conan Doyle’s werewolf from Hound of the Baskervilles? What on earth was going on in my brain? I can’t answer that but, according to KittyKelly, verocious reader and brutally honest reviewer it’s the “best stuff I’ve read by you 🙂 And it’s crazy freaking hot!!

The whole self-publishing journey started when I decided to request the rights back to The Boundaries, a series I’d written for Changeling Press back in 2005. I loved this series. I love my brooding, tormented hero and my kick-arse heroine and I especially love the utterly arrogant and ruthless man who comes between them. After its life at Changeling Press, I gave it a make-over (ie, I upped the sexual tension, sent it to KittyKelly to read and gave it the ending I wanted to give it way back in 2005) and decided to investigate the self-publishing route. My husband, who thought the idea was briliant, made me three amazing covers and that was the serious beginning. I couldn’t whimp-out now. Not after he made me these…


Now, as most of you who follow along with me regularly will know, I’m pretty bloody hopeless at doing most of anything in my writer’s career accept the actual writing of words in a story bit (*grin*). The techno know-how of self-publishing just scared me silly. So I called in the brilliance of Heather Boyd. Heather is an erotic Regency romance author who knows everything there is to know about self-publishing on Kindle. I gave her some big puppy-dog eyes and begged her for help. She said yes (cause she is completely wonderful).

But still I hesitated. Why? Because I am always struck by self-doubt. Was I seriously going to do this? Without the safety-net of an editor? A publisher? Sure, I had the books, I had the publishing name (5×5 Publishing came about due to my love of Joss Whedon), I had the covers, but did I really really have the courage?

I didn’t. Not until I went to the Australian Romance Writer’s Melbourne conference this weekend just gone. There, Bob Mayer spoke about self-publishing. He spoke a lot about self-publishing and I listened. And I came home Sunday night and Heather came here Tuesday morning and today Assassin: The Boundaries ~ Book One was released on Kindle.

Eventually I will publish the Boundaries series at other places (iBooks and Nook are my next markets) but for now I’m just enjoying the fact I did it. I DID IT! Holy smokes, I did it!!

I have to say a huge huge HUGE “thank you” to Heather Boyd. Heather, you are amazing. Thank you.

Explicit Excerpt

Chapter One

The Rim of the Outer Boundaries

Zeric Arctos folded his arms across his broad chest and bit back a low curse, struggling to control his exasperation. His partner hadn’t been able to take his eyes off the beautiful Raavelian slave-girl since she’d entered the Suck and Blow Inn, and now she was walking right past them. Close enough for Jak’s highly attuned sense of smell to pick up the delicate scent of her perfume. He rolled his eyes, shooting his partner a quick look. Oh no, here we go again.

Jak Thorson was a sucker for Raavelian females. It had something to do, Zeric suspected, with the way they looked, like the gods of sexual torture and pleasure decided to create the perfect woman. Hypnotic violet eyes, smooth tight asses, breasts that filled a man’s hands to perfection, thick wavy hair that shined like spun silk and long, shapely legs that just wouldn’t quit. Zeric moved his gaze to the slave girl walking past them, casting her a slow inspection. This one, well, this one was an excellent example of her species.

A hand slapped at Zeric’s shoulder and he flicked Jak another look, dismayed at what he saw on the Yrathian’s face.

Pure, unadulterated rapture.

This is not going to end well.

“I think I’m in love,” Jak murmured, tracking the Raavelian’s slow progress past them both.

Zeric turned back to the Suck and Blow’s filthy bar, waving down the droid serving behind it. “You fall in love every hour.”

“Yeah, but this one’s different.” Jak leaned away from the bar, watching the barely-dressed slave thread her way through the rowdy crowd.

Zeric nodded at the droid as it placed a whiskey shot in front of him. “They’re all different, Thorson.”

Jak stuck his elbows on the bar and grinned at Zeric, pale grey eyes glinting with what Zeric could only describe as lust. “Didn’t you see that mouth of hers? Those lips? And those eyes? Gods, Zeric, a man could drown in those eyes! I’ve never seen a Raavelian with green eyes before.”

Zeric let out a slow breath, fighting the urge to cast the slave girl one last look before she disappeared in the crowd. Jak was right. He’d never seen a Raavelian with green eyes either and he had to admit, they were damn striking. He hadn’t missed their unusual power, nor had he missed the soft fullness of the woman’s lips. They were the kind of lips made for kissing.

Jezu, Arctos, you’re getting as bad as Jak.

The disgusted thought made him scowl. When it came to women, his cock left well enough alone. It was safer that way. Unfortunately, when it came to women his partner was ruled by his cock. Thank Jezu Jak’s instincts ruled when they were on duty. Boundary Guardians couldn’t afford to be anything but switched on. If they weren’t, they were dead.

A sharp bang to Zeric’s left made him jump. He snapped his stare to Jak, his hand automatically blurring to his right hip.

Jak stood beside him, his palm flat on the bar’s surface, his grin replaced by a serious frown, the elaborate scars on his cheeks marking his Master Pleasurer status bone white. “I’m going after her,” he said.

Zeric gave his partner a hard look, returning his hand to his glass. It wouldn’t do any good for someone to see him reaching for his gun. Not yet, at least. “No you’re not.” He lifted his drink to his lips. “We’ve got a Bliss dealer to catch, remember.”

Jak let out a sharp sigh. “Yeah, you’re right.” He gave one more lingering look at the Raavelian, watching as she slipped with nimble grace between a group of drunken Ornithions. He returned his attention to Zeric, reluctance written all over his face. “But after we nail this bastard I’m coming back here and taking her away from all this shit.”

Zeric cocked an eyebrow. “And take her where? To The Reaper? A Boundary ship isn’t exactly the place for domestic bliss.”

Jak pulled a face, taking a quick gulp of his own drink, a vile Irithian concoction Zeric wondered how anyone could stomach. “Just ‘cause you’ve decided to be a lonely, miserable bastard for the rest of your life doesn’t mean I have. I don’t plan on being a Boundary Guardian forever, y’know.”

Zeric swallowed the sudden and far too unexpected lump in his throat. He looked at his reflection in the bar’s mirrored wall before turning away, the shadow in his eyes too tormenting. Being a Boundary Guardian forever hadn’t been on his list of planned situations either.

Neither had killing your—

“Hey!” Jak’s smooth voice cut over the dark thought, killing it immediately. “Looks like our friend’s just arrived.”

Zeric raised his glass to his mouth, checking out the raucous mob behind him in the bar’s filthy wall mirror. A Xolotlan barged through the crowd, mottled blue skin rippling over his enormous gut, his blunt snout and short tail both twitching nervously.

“Ugly bastard, isn’t he?” Jak said into his own glass.

Zeric unclipped his holster on his hip, freeing his gun for immediate use and straightened from the bar. Focused adrenaline filled his veins. Beside him, Jak seemingly adjusted his jacket, hands flicking briefly over his own weapons. He gave Zeric a slight nod—ready—and they moved into the packed bar, pushing through the unruly drunken patrons as they followed the Xolotlan toward the back rooms.

Zeric’s stomach knotted. It seemed their prey had a taste for the sex-dens. Jezu curse it.

He moved through the dank, narrow corridor, his fingers hovering over the hilt of his weapon, Jak close behind. The low moans and grunts wafting from the dark dens lining the passageway told him business was good for the Suck and Blow. His stomach knotted again, sour contempt in the back of his throat. If he didn’t have a Bliss dealer to shut down, he’d gladly spend the rest of the night fucking up the existence of more than one sex slaver operating from the inn.

A low growl rumbled in his chest and Zeric ground his teeth, locking his stare on the closing doorway through which the Xolotlan had disappeared. He had to keep his anger in check. He couldn’t do to let it get the better of him. Not tonight, not ever, no matter how much he wanted to. It wasn’t—

“Fucker’s locked the door.”

Jak’s mutter jerked Zeric’s stare from the closed entryway to the red light glowing above it.

“Do you think we should knock?”

Zeric cast his partner a quick look, knowing his glare told Jak now wasn’t the time for jokes. “Lyso knows we’re coming. He arranged the location, remember?”

Jak cocked an eyebrow. “Kick the door in then?”

The growl rumbled in Zeric’s chest again, far less human than it should be and he sank his nails into the palms of his hands. “Deactivate the lock, Thorson.”

Jak pulled a face, stepping around Zeric to flip open the door’s control mechanism. “You’re no fun anymore, Arctos.”

His fingers moved over the exposed circuitry with fluid ease before, with a clunk and a whirr, the door slid open.


Assassin ~ The Boundaries Book One is available now from Kindle for .99c

Agent ~ The Boundaries Book Two will be available in two weeks

Animal ~ The Boundaries Book Three will be available two weeks after that 🙂

Guest Blogger – Denise Rossetti


Our guest today is the wonderfully talented Australian writer Denise Rossetti. Denise writes unique and intensely romantic tales that combine elements of fantasy, sci-fi, romance and erotica. She is also from my neck of the woods here in Queensland, a lovely part of the country if we do say so ourselves :). I had the pleasure of conducting a talk on writing erotica at the Romance Writers of Australia conference with Denise a few years ago. Today, she has kindly agreed to answer a few of my questions, and she’s also offering an e copy of her latest Ellora’s Cave release as a prize to one lucky commenter.

1. Hi Denise *Sami waves* On your website you mention you had an Aunt who used to tell you wonderful tales. When did you first know you not only wanted to, but that you could create them yourself? 

Like many people, I spent years telling myself, “One day I’ll write a book.” But, of course, I didn’t. Then I hit a rough patch in my life and I had a significant birthday. Suddenly, I was thinking, “Why the hell not?”

I hadn’t written any fiction since high school (back in the Dark Ages), so at the start, I wasn’t sure I’d even be able to finish an entire novel so I chose to try a category romance, because categories were the shortest books I knew. Silly me! It’s funny when I look back on it now.

That was in 2002 and once I finished that first book (it lives in the sock drawer)… ah, then it was a different story. I was hooked on the sheer power of creating a world and disappearing into it. It also placed third in the Clendon, which proved, much to my astonishment and relief, that I really could tell a story. But the biggest thrill of all was that readers—real live people not related to me in any way—said they’d enjoyed it. I was so excited!

 2. What genre do you think your books best fit into? Or would you prefer not to be labelled?

I’ve always been firmly of the opinion that everything I write is fundamentally a romance, but not everyone is so convinced. The Flame and the Shadow, the first in the Four-Sided Pentacle series, was published under the Ace imprint, Berkley’s fantasy line. The decision was made because of the strength of the world-building. However, later the Berkley editors came around to my way of thinking and shifted me to the Sensation line. On the other hand, my two novellas for them were published in anthologies under their Heat imprint.

For Ellora’s Cave, I write erotic romance. Go figure.

I don’t much care to be labelled. I get bored easily and I like to try different things, new challenges. For example, The Dark Rose, the fourth and last in the Four-Sided Pentacles series, has elements of fantasy, science fiction and steampunk, all set on a world like a skewed version of Regency Ireland. There’s loads of adventure and derring-do. Oh—and it’s erotic.

But if you put a gun at my head and forced me to choose, I’d plump for romance because it’s always the dynamic of the emotional relationship between the protagonists that comes to me first.

 3. You put your characters through a lot of inventive turmoil. Does your guilt ever keep you up at night?

Nope, she said cheerfully. I remember going to a Donald Maas workshop (might have been the Melbourne Conference in 2005) and taking his constant refrain of “Make it worse, make it worse, worse, worse!” to heart. I write sword and sorcery type fantasy. There’s no sense in going for small stakes—no one would be interested.

There’s only been one character whose pain really distressed me. In The Flame and the Shadow, my hero, Gray, has a truly traumatic childhood. I hated doing that to him, I really did, but it was necessary to explain why he is so profoundly disturbed—essentially he’s a man at war with himself. The separation between Gray and his shadow, Shad, is central to the plot so it had to be credible emotionally. But by the time I finished writing those chapters, I was shaking, believe me.

 4. I hear around the water cooler that you’re a pantser (that is she writes without an outline folks). What’s your basic writing schedule like… or do you have one?

Hmm, shows you shouldn’t believe in gossip! Yes, I am a pantser, but not entirely. These days, especially writing for Berkley, I find do need some sort of outline to keep me on track. However, it’s always pretty vague and I never, ever, manage to stick to it! But given that I’ve already had to write a synopsis for my editor (which I utterly loathe and despise doing) I might as well take advantage of it. That said, I have to leave myself loads of ‘wriggle room’. Too much detail and I’m bored because, in my mind, I’ve already told that story.

As for a writing schedule—oh, how I wish I actually had one! *sigh* Part of it is because I have a Day Job, but I often say I’m the Queen of Procrastination ruling over the Land of Clutter. I’ve given up trying to tidy my desk before I begin. I’d never get anything written.

When I do have a writing day, I fluff around until lunchtime at least, doing emails, tweeting and stuff. Heavens, I don’t even know what it is that I do, except waste time. I usually start writing after lunch. The dog lies on the floor and snores. The cat insists on sitting on my lap so I have to type over the top of him.

Funnily enough, despite the fact that I’m so careless with physical objects, I’m a very slow, very deliberate writer. I don’t often get carried away and have words simply flow out of my fingers. I have to dig for every single one, which means I need to concentrate. I have a timer on the computer and I turn it for 45 minutes. When it goes off, I stretch and then I’m allowed to check my email. (Did I say I need a 12 step program?) It’s amazing how little I can write in that time. Around 5pm I have this incredible desire to doze off, but the cat comes in and head-butts me until I fix his dinner. The dog just grumbles. So I yawn and go on. By 8pm, I’m firing on all cylinders and if I’m on a roll, sometimes I go ’til after midnight.

5. I’ve saved the important question for last: What is your all time, absolute favourite dessert?

Affogato – icecream with espresso coffee and a nice liqueur, say, um, Baileys. Ah…

 Thanks so much for stopping by today Denise, we’re honoured to have you at our blog. Before you go, please tell us a little something about your latest release Guilty as Sin.

I haven’t had a new book in the Phoenix Rising series for ages, so I’m really excited about the release of Guilty as Sin. It came out on 3 August 2011 and is available at Ellora’s Cave.

Leave a comment to go in the draw for a free copy of the ebook!


I absolutely adore the cover. Not only is the model an absolute hunk, but he’s perfect for Dax, who is that rare thing—hero who is thoroughly good. He’s decent through and through—unlike Michael who’s the ultimate bad boy. Poor Lise, having to cope with them both. *sigh*

Here’s the blurb and you can read the whole first chapter on my website

Michael’s bad, bad, bad—all the way to the bone. A single heated encounter with the master thief and level-headed Liseriel the Gray has never been so furious—so intrigued—in her life. Neither has Michael. Danger’s always been his drug of choice.

With his huge bronze wings and sweet, serious smile, Daxariel the Burnished is everything the thief is not—a generous shining spirit, an honest loving soul—and a virgin.

It’s going to take two Aetherii to catch a thief. Lise and Dax are both so godsbedamned good, Michael can’t wait to debauch and defile, to make his Aetherii beg for dark erotic pleasures. It’s the only way he knows to win—and win he must, because there’s something about wings and tails and trust freely given that has him reeling.

Exquisitely trapped between Michael’s intoxicating wickedness and Dax’s steadfast love, everything Lise believes about duty is dust on the wind. How can she crave both these men, different as night and day?

Don’t forget, if you want to win a copy of Guilty as Sin, leave a comment!

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Tuesday Teaser – Coyote Whispers

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As it’s just over a week until Coyote Whispers releases I thought I’d pull a snippet from Steve and Doc’s story today. Unedited. Enjoy.


He trailed his tongue along the shell of her ear before sucking the lobe between his lips and nipping with his teeth. She arched into him and her bottom cradled his erection, the hard length pressing into the crease between her cheeks. Heat pooled in her abdomen and moisture coated her folds. Gordie wriggled around until she faced him. Reaching up, she ran her fingers through his hair.


“Hi, yourself.”

She smiled. “Did I miss anything important?”

“Yeah. This.” Steve lowered his head and kissed her.

At first he kept the kiss slow and easy but it soon wasn’t enough for either of them and he thrust his tongue between her lips to probe inside. She met him stroke for stroke, demand for demand. Sucking hard, Gordie pulled his tongue deeper, used her teeth to scrape the sides as she let go. Steve groaned into her mouth and angled his head for a better fit.

Gordie splayed her fingers on his chest, the hot muscles rippled as she explored his body. Moving her hands lower, she toyed with the washboard abs he’d earned from honest work. She detoured farther south, to his narrow hips and the delicious valleys leading the way to the prize hidden between his legs.

Steve’s mouth left hers to graze over her chin and down her throat. He nipped at her collarbone, licked to soothe the slight sting before moving to the other side and repeating his actions, making her gasp. Her fingers curled around his hips, her nails digging in and his pelvis bucked toward her. His cock rubbed over her clit, the material of her shirt abrading the sensitive nub setting off sparks of delight.

She moaned and moved with him, rocked to find the friction she needed. Her pussy clenched and spasmed with longing and Gordie increased the pace. Steve tugged at her shirt with his teeth, pulled it off her shoulder to lick the skin beneath. Frustrated by the barrier between them, she shoved him away and turned to wiggle out of the top. He helped and in their haste the cloth tore apart at the seam.

He wrenched her free and tossed the shirt over his shoulder. In a second he rolled her under him, slipped his knee between hers and spread her legs wide. His thighs brushed hers, the rough hair tickling her soft skin. Gordie lifted her pelvis to bring her sex in direct contact with his shaft. Hot and hard, the silky length slid along her slick folds, bumping her pulsing clit. She cried out and he covered her mouth with his hand.

“Shh. They’ll hear you.”

Gordie sucked her lips between her teeth, bit down to hold them in place and nodded. Steve removed his hand and gripped her chin.

“I want to hear you scream. Want to hear my name on your lips when I make you come, but I don’t want anyone else hearing that cry of pleasure. That’s mine and mine alone.”


Book three in the Coyote Hunger series.

Gordie has tried to keep Steve McKenna at arm’s length, but the sexy coyote shifter is under her skin, in her blood and in her heart. No matter how much she fears what he makes her feel, she can’t bear to stay away. After he rescues her from a vicious attack, Gordie is helpless to deny the sizzling attraction burning between them.

There hasn’t been a day Steve has not wanted Doc in his bed, but bruised and bloody is not what he had in mind. The need for revenge is riding his coyote—almost as much as his aching desire to finally claim Doc as his own. But that will have to wait. He must first convince Doc the safest place for her is by his side. When a second attack draws them together, suppressed needs explode, leaving no doubt where they both belong.

But danger is never far behind and Gordie is forced to make a fatal decision that could destroy all they’ve worked so hard to discover.


Rhian Cahill


I’m Okay

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Poor Little Me

Everyone has left me. Three little divas fled the nest, headed south for the winter and the cold climes of Melbourne for the RWA Conference. None of them seemed worried about the one left behind. They didn’t write. They didn’t text or tweet. No wish you were here, gee it feels like we’re missing a limb without you, no how will we get through this without Sami. But I don’t mind, really. I’m tough. Sniffle. I’ll keep the home fires burning, keep the blog alive while they’re off having a grand time in a swanky hotel talking to other writers, listening to the awe-inspiring wisdom of Bob Mayer and Susan Wiggs. Buying loads of books, possibly getting them signed. Sniffle. I’m not jealous.

I’m not.

Anyway, I’m much too vital here to go galavanting off to other cities. I’m running my workshop at the online version of the conference tomorrow. Writing Hot Scenes by Sami Lee. It’s going to be a doozy. People are going to be hanging off my every word, mmmmwwwwhhhhaaaa!

Oh did I say that out loud?

But seriously, hope everyone in Melbourne is having a great time. Really.

But not too great.

Have a great… or maybe an okay weekend.


This One’s For You…


Dear reader,

Like it says in the post title, this one’s for you. And it’s a simple one.

It’s just one very, very large thank you.

Ok, maybe I lied. Maybe it’s not that simple.

It’s more personal than that.

This is a thank you to every reader out there who has bought one of my books. More than that, to every reader who has taken the time to read my books. It’s because of you that I get to continue doing what I love doing. Writing.

But it’s more than that.

This is a thank you to all of those readers who have reached out to me and simply said hello. Or written to say, ‘hey, I really enjoyed your book.’

You have no idea how much that means to me. (And I think it’s pretty safe to say there isn’t an author alive who wouldn’t agree with me.) I write because I can’t not. I love it. But to feel appreciated by the very people I write for… well, that is a gift.

But it’s more than that.

This is a thank you to all those readers who have now become friends. Perhaps not friends who sit and chat on the phone for hours each day, or share a deep  & meaningful over coffee and cake. This is for those friends who are always around in that great big universe known as the internet. The ones on Twitter and Facebook and Yahoo groups and blog comments. Who always have a friendly word to throw in and help make my day a little happier. I may not tweet or facebook or yahoo group very often, but when I’m there, I love being there. Because you’re there too.

But it’s more than that.

This is a thank you to all you readers who have made an effort to meet me in person, maybe even asked for my autograph. (Although why anyone would want my autograph is one of life’s little mysteries.) Who’ve travelled some distance just to say hi in person. Wow!

But it’s more than that.

This is a thank you to all you readers who have enjoyed reading romance so much you’ve started blogs just to spread the word. Who’ve taken the time to invite me over to your blogs. To review my books on your blogs. What an enormous gift.

And yes, you know what’s coming next…

But it’s more than that.

This is a thank you to all you readers out there who make me want to write more. Who inspire me to write more.

But it’s more than that.

This is a thank you to that one reader out there who gets to see my books before my editor does. Who takes time out of her busy life to give me an honest opinion of where the story works and where it doesn’t. Who makes my books better.

This is a thank you to all of you. For me being my readers and my friends and my inspiration.


(Oh, and if you think this post is soppy and over the top, blame that reader who emailed yesterday, said a few nice things, and inspired me to write another book. It’s her fault I got to thinking about how grateful I am to you… the reader.)

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