Tropical Haze? It must be Bandicoot Cove


Just a week ago we revealed the stunning covers for the new Bandicoot Cove Anthology: The Wedding. Now we thought we’d tease you a little more, with a new cover…and a peak at the blurbs of the three novellas.

Yep, we have a print book coming next year, an anthology of the three stories: Afternoon Rhapsody, Sunset Heat and Moonlight Mirage.

Read on for your introduction to the tropical haze on Bilby Island.


Steamy days, sultry nights, sinful fantasies. Welcome to Bandicoot Cove.

Afternoon Rhapsody by Jess Dee

As Bianca puts her pending divorce aside to enjoy her brother’s wedding, she unexpectedly falls in lust with Brody, a gorgeous man who’s also getting a divorce. However, personal revelations change what they thought they knew about their troubled pasts. And suddenly they wonder if it’s possible to move on.

Sunset Heat by Lexxie Couper

Kennedy never thought she’d be standing in front of Luke again. Naked, thanks to her butterfly phobia. He not only still lights her fire, so does his self-professed rake of a cousin.

Luke fell for Kennedy four months ago, yet he can’t stop thinking about sharing her with Addison. And Addison is shocked that he wants to know Kennedy on all levels. But can desire bring three people together? Or will it destroy any hope of happiness?

Moonlight Mirage by Sami Lee

At her friend’s wedding, Hayley is forced to face the former boss whose rejection sent her packing. Mitch makes her burn as hot as ever. Trouble is, she hasn’t come to the wedding alone.

Mitch knows he made a mistake by pushing his one-time intern away. Hayley’s “plus one”is an unexpected obstacle, but luckily Mitch has never shied away from a little competition…


If you’d like to read the full blurbs of each story, check out our personal blogs:





Do nice guys finish last?


I just subbed a manuscript to an editor and I’m nervous. No surprise there, authors are always nervous when they submit work to a publishing house, or a critique partner or reviewer or whomever. But this time there’s another element to my anxiety, all because I’ve written the type of hero we don’t often see in romance novels, especially erotic ones.

everyone says Ryan’s really just a nice guy

He’s a nice guy.

Oh, I know what you’re thinking. All romance heroes are nice guys aren’t they? That’s why we fall in love with them. But no, it’s not so. Romance novel heroes are sexy, they’re strong and at their core usually honorable and they certainly have appealing qualities. But they are rarely in my experience just plain nice blokes. They are alpha males, bossy doms, bad boys, cops on the edge, cutthroat businessmen with a grudge, arrogant cowboys, space warriors who hold the heroine hostage, old world pirates who hold the heroine hostage. I’ve written a bad boy myself, as well as an ex crim and a guy who’s kind of a loudmouth bastard. We love characters with flaws and we love to see really arrogant men get taken down a peg or two by love.

This time my guy wouldn’t be arrogant. He wouldn’t do anything truly jerky although I tried to make him several times. I kept worrying he wasn’t hitting the right notes, that he wasn’t larger than life. I was right, he’s not larger than life, he’s an average guy with an average life who wants to make the heroine happy. After a while I stopped trying to get him to be more of an alpha male because I finally realised he was exactly the kind of man my heroine needed, someone who grounded her and would support her no matter what.

cute, nerdy and nice

So my nice guy is cute, humble, reasonable, patient, affectionate, charming, occasionally shy, as well as very giving and inventive in bed. Oh he also has great shoulders and can fuck like a jackhammer. I haven’t completely lost my mind.

So what are the nice guy qualities you like in your man—whether he be real or in a romance novel? Do you want to see more regular blokes in your books or are we better leaving the seduction of our heroines to the billionaires and playboys?



Everything I Learnt About America…

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…I learnt from Mari Carr.

‘Tis true. Honest. Until Mari Carr and I decided to write a series of books together, I was 100% convinced Thanksgiving was something Hollywood invented so movies like Planes, Trains and AutomobilesSon in Law and Home for the Holidays could be made. Okay, 60% convinced.

Until Mari Carr and I decided to write the Foreign Affairs series, about a group of Aussies from the Outback and the city-slicker Americans they seduce, I was more than convinced the only beer in America was Miller (and I thought it was Millers. With an “s”).

Okay, so I wasn’t that clueless to the North American world, but Google can only help you out some of the time. And Meg Ryan, Tom Hanks, Sandra Bullock and the Men in Black aren’t entirely the font of New York City knowledge this little Aussie hoped they would be.

For starters, Google doesn’t tell me you could walk twenty New York blocks and not once bump into someone you know. If I was to believe Jerry Seinfeld, my heroine–Monet Carmichael–should be running into her friends any time she decided to go for a stroll. It was Mari who pointed out the chances of that happening are slim.

Mari also told me exactly where an Aussie cowboy would go to buy a suite in New York–and it isn’t the local Target down the road.

When I sent Mari the first draft of Book Two of the Foreign Affairs series, Misplaced Cowboy (which sees an Aussie stockman come to New York to meet with a woman he met online) it was full of these


Everytime I came to a bit of information or detail about New York or America I was clueless about, I would write XXXX and continue on. Poor Mari had a lot of XXXXs to address.

  • What kind of beer is favoured in US bars (Miller Lite. No S)
  • Where someone in the US would buy clothes a cowboy would wear (Urban Outfitters)
  • The food ordered in a typical New York cafe (NB: it’s not fish and chips)
  • Whether Americans consider Vegemite a condiment or a spread (apparently it’s neither. “That funny black shit” is the answer Mari gave me)
  • How long it takes to walk four New York blocks (longer than ten minutes…which kinda sucks when you only want your character to be beside each other for that length of time)
  • What a New Yorker does to a car that almost hits them in the street (flipping off the bird, as opposed to hurling abuse at them)
  • and my all-time favourite…how big a Thanksgiving Day parade balloon is. The best way to show you how little I knew about Thanksgiving Day parade balloons is to cut and paste Mari’s email response to me when I asked if they were about twenty foot big:
ROTFLMAO Jesus no. They are hundreds of feet big. Like fucking HUGE.
Mari Carr
New York Times Bestselling Author
Yes, it’s true. Everything important I know about America I learnt from Mari Carr…and my education is just beginning. There’s still another two books to write :)

Foreign Affairs, Book One

Annie Prince has impetuously flown halfway ’round the world to visit a sexy cowboy she met online—only to find herself stranded in Sydney. Seems she and Dylan crossed wires, and he’s on his way to New York. His twin, Hunter, saves the day and whisks her back to the family cattle station. Hunter’s as easy on the eyes as Dylan, and even easier to talk to. Annie might have flown to Oz to meet one brother, but soon sparks are flying with the other.

Hunter considered Dylan a dumb arse for jetting off to America for some stranger—until he met Annie. Turns out the New Yorker is a smart, funny, hard-working jillaroo…and hotter than the Aussie desert. Hunter’s not normally one to poach his brother’s women, but he can’t keep his hands, lips, tongue and other body parts off this sexy city girl.

When raging lust leads to emotional attachment, where does that leave Annie and Hunter when her vacation comes to an end—or when Dylan finds out?

To learn what Mari Carr learnt from me about Australia, check out her blog here. Suffice to say, I think Hugh Jackman taught her more than I did ;)
You can pre-order Misplaced Princess from AmazonBarnes and Noble and Ellora’s Cave already.Misplaced Princess will be available June 20. Misplaced Cowboy will be available end of August and on pre-sale soon.
CONTEST: I’m running a contest connected to this post over on my blog. In 10 hours time I will draw a winner from all the comments there and that lucky person will not only get a really sexy bound travel journal, they will also get a packet of Tims Tams AND a small jar of Vegemite, just to really experience the Aussieness of the Foreign Affairs series. Head on over to my blog (HERE) and leave a comment if you want to go into the draw 🙂
Oh, to go into the draw TWICE, also tell me your favourite sentence of the Misplaced Princess excerpt you can find HERE 

New gadgets!

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It’s been a few weeks of new toys for me. Plus a new office and the chaos of removing walls in a house where SEVEN people live and expect to continue doing so while builders turn the place into a war zone. *sigh* I’m exhausted. We’re almost at the end of it all. The renovation work is done and now we’re slowly moving things into their new places and I have to admit it’s been worth the mayhem. But back to the gadgets. 🙂

I got an iPad!!! Mr.C bought it for me. I’m sure there’s a reason behind it, he probably about to buy himself something really cool but that’s okay because I’m loving playing with it. Plus it’s really cool to see my app on there. Yep, you heard me. Rhian Cahill has an app!! It’s available for both iphone/ipad and android devices. I’m running a contest over at my website to celebrate so hear on over HERE! and enter!

Oh, and if you want to pick up the app:-

Android app (click the graphic below)

iPhone/iPad app (click the graphic below)

Rhian Cahill


Welcome back to Bandicoot Cove


There’s a wedding taking place at Bandicoot Cove.

On the 4th of September, 2012.


Keep watching the blog for more info about this special event. If you can’t wait to find out more pop on over to the Bandicoot Cove site and look around.

Three Of A Kind is now available


I’m thrilled to announce Three Of A Kind is now available.

This is the print anthology of two of my novellas from the Three Of A Kind Series: Raising The Stakes and Full House.

I already posted this announcement over at my own blog a few hours ago, where I shared an excerpt from Raising The Stakes. So I’m gonna post one from Full House here.


Three Of A Kind:  By Jess Dee

Know when to hold ’em…

Raising the Stakes
Des could kick himself for introducing his best friend Megan to his poker buddy, Alex. The perfect woman was by his side all this time! Her innocent prodding about why he’s suddenly so distant only increases his hunger for her. Then she gets one step too close—and his self-restraint snaps.

Megan had given up waiting for Des to notice she loves him. Now, God help her, she wants both him and Alex. It may sound greedy, but she has a wildly sexy proposition for her two men…and she hopes they agree to play by her rules.

Full House
It took a six-week business trip to make Max realize he’s ready to take the next step with his lover. Except when he gets to Trev’s place, there’s someone living in the spare room. A woman with the face of an angel.

Trev wants more than a standing Friday-night “date” with Max. He also knows he’s falling hard for Grace. But Grace is poised to run. While Trev is vibrating with lust for the delicious possibilities, he has his hands full trying to hold the two loves of his life together…before they both slip through his fingers.

Product Warnings: If you’re looking for a cool game of poker, you won’t find it here. There’s sex. Lots of sex. Hot sex, sweaty sex, gay sex, straight sex, ménage sex. Oh, and romantic sex. Lots of romantic sex. Hot romantic sex, sweaty romantic sex…you getting the picture?

Full House: An Excerpt

“Don’t go.” Trev reached out to take her hand in his, but she quite deliberately folded her arms behind her back.

“I can’t stay.”

“Yes, you can.” He took a step toward her.

She took a step backward. “No, I can’t.” She couldn’t live with him. It wasn’t that she had anything against people who were homosexual. Or bisexual.

It just wasn’t a lifestyle she chose to associate with.

Another step closer. “If you don’t leave, then you stay,” Trev pointed out logically. “It’s that easy.”

Ah, no wonder Trev was such a successful lawyer. He obviously had a way with words.


Another step backward, and she clasped her hands together, making sure they were nowhere near anywhere he could grasp. “I don’t want to live with you.”

“I want to live with you. I want to do a whole lot more than just live with you.” Another step closer.

“Just what the hell does that mean?” Hah. As if she didn’t know. She took a larger step backward—and hit the wall.

Trapped. With her hands behind her back!

And damn it, by the gleam in Trev’s eye, that was exactly how he wanted her.

He closed the distance between them in a heartbeat. Before Grace could draw breath again, Trev captured her lips with his.

She opened her mouth to blast him, and Trev took full advantage, slipping his tongue between her lips. Just like that, he began a serious assault on her senses.

No. She would not kiss him back. Ever. Would not respond in any way or form to his exquisite gentleness. Would not caress his tongue the way he caressed hers. Would not explore the secret delights of his mouth the way he explored hers.

She would not enjoy this moment in any manner. She’d keep so still, he’d have no choice but to withdraw, sensing her disinterest. Because now that she knew he was…whatever the hell he was, she was no longer interested.

Grace kept so still even her eyes refused to open after she blinked.

See? She could do this. She could fend off the gay man. Bi man. Fend off the man who’d made her orgasm with the very tongue that now seduced her mouth. The very man who’d orgasmed before her eyes—with a penis in his ass.

A penis. Just like the one that now pressed against her belly, growing firmer by the second.

Okay, so maybe she couldn’t suppress the moan that threatened to erupt from her throat. But that was a moan of defiance. Of anger. How dare Trev kiss her? And with the same mouth he’d used to kiss someone else, on the exact same night? Deplorable.

The moan must have disturbed Trev, because he pulled his face away—an inch.

“God,” he rasped. “You smell so good.” He buried his nose in her neck and inhaled.


“I’m so used to Max. To his cologne.” He inhaled again. “You’re like a breath of air. A vanilla-scented delight.” As he spoke, his breath tickled her throat. “You make me want to lick you all over.”

She tensed her shoulders. “Go lick Max. Leave me alone.”

“I could lick you both.”

Grace jumped when the tip of his tongue touched the pulse that beat in her throat, just below her ear. And licked. A small lick, but a lick nevertheless.

No, damn it. She wasn’t enjoying it. Not one single bit of it. She wasn’t leaning her head a little over to the side to give him better access. She wished he’d get the hell out of her room. Go away and leave her alone. She wished—

He nipped her neck.

Oh, dear God. Yes, she wished. She wished with all her heart.

Her pussy filled with liquid heat.

Trev groaned, the sound echoing in her ear and vibrating over her skin. “Not just vanilla.” He dragged in a deep breath. “That scent. Something else. Something…richer. Sweeter.”

Push him away.

She couldn’t. Her hands were caught between her back and the wall.

Knee him in the nuts.

Brilliant idea!

She tried. God help her, she tried, but the second she bent her leg and lifted her knee, he slipped his thigh between hers and pressed it against her crotch.

Fuck. No panties!

She’d removed them on the way to Trev’s room, determined to pick up where they’d left off before her date. Before the big discovery. Plus, she had on a wispy skirt, one that simply feathered over Trev’s thigh, so when his leg pressed against her crotch, nothing interfered. Nothing.

The tiny hairs covering his leg tickled her pussy, and the liquid that had pooled between her legs trickled out, dripping onto his bare flesh.

Trev panted in her ear. “That scent. It’s you, Gracie. It’s all you.” He rocked his thigh against her, his skin dragging torturously over her sensitive lips and her clit.

Wetter than she’d ever believed possible, Grace could only gasp at the commotion his leg set off in her center.

“I have to touch you. Have to smell you. Lick you. Taste you.”

Grace’s eyes popped open as his hand skimmed up her naked thigh and over her butt cheek. Her distress quadrupled as she found herself staring into the bluest pair of eyes she’d ever seen.

Her initial perception of Trev had been one of masculine perfection. She’d been convinced no one else could compare. Yet the man who filled her doorway, clad in jeans and nothing else, his shoulders as wide as a football field, was just as handsome, and several inches taller.

Taller than Trev? As it was, Trev towered over her. In his arms she felt as petite as a porcelain doll. But Trev’s lover stood well over six feet, and every inch of that height was jam-packed full of hulking muscle. His piercing blue gaze was fixed on her face, his eyes hooded and his luscious, full red lips fixed in a frown.

Dear God, the man was breathtakingly beautiful. Every woman’s fantasy come to life.

“Max,” she whispered, shock burying itself deep in her bones.



Phew. I had loads of fun writing this book. And an almost impossible time finding an excerpt without sex. (Just saying…)

If you wanna finish reading the book, you can  purchase your copy of Three Of A Kind at:


Barnes And Noble

Samhain Publishing

Happy reading,


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