The Next Best Thing Challenge — Day 2

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Lexxie was here yesterday, so you know the drill. I was tagged by her to complete the The Next Best Thing Challenge

Here’s how it works:

  • Answer the 10 questions below
  • Spread the fun and tag other writers to participate.

1. What is the title of your book / WIP?
 I’m going to talk about Erica’s Choice, because as of TODAY it comes out in only 3 weeks. Woohoo!

2. Where did the idea for this book come from?

The characters became real when I dreamt about them, and there’s one dream I had where the character Griff says ‘Love is not about body parts’. The whole book is based on that one line. You’ll have to read the book to find out exactly when that line appears and how it’s used (yes, that’s a nasty trick J)

3. What genre would your book fall under?
Contemporary, red hot, menage a trois, male/male/female with hot Aussie firefighters. Yes please.

4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
Christina Hendricks for Erica. Someone young and sweet looking for Corey, like Josh Hartnett. And I think Ben Affleck has the right combination of handsome and hard-edged humour for Griff (and I’d have to get him on the casting couch, he he)

5. What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?

Actually I think the warning sums it up pretty accurately:

One tortured woman and two hunky Aussie firemen indulging in three-way love. Scenes of the male/female, male/male, male/male/female and the male/female/male variety anal sex, mild spanking, cussing, phone sex, fire trucks and tearjerker moments.

6. Is your book published or represented?
As I said, available in 3 weeks, August 21st from Samhain Publishing. If you just can’t wait you can preorder it from Amazon or B & N

7. How long did it take you to write it?
About a thousand years.

8. What other books in your genre would you compare it to?
I hate these questions. Every time I sit down to write I try to do something a little bit different to everything else I’ve read. I want to write Sami Lee’s books, not anyone else’s.

9. Which authors inspired you to write this book?

One of the Divas—in fact it might have been all of them—whilst trying to drag me out of writer’s block funk said ‘Just write a short hot menage, simple, sexy, sellable.’ So what do I do? End up writing my first MMF, single title length, woman with major medical issues melodramarama. That’s right, I’m the type to do the opposite of what I’m told. Annoying, huh

10. Tell us anything else that might pique our interest in your book.

Did I say hot Aussie firefighters? Oh yeah. Well I also think this is unique and it might just surprise you.

 PS. Erica’s Choice has just been reviewed by RT magazine and been given 4 stars and a really nice write up. Yes, a shameless plug–woohoo

“This book, featuring a fascinating look into a polyamorous relationship, is hot! The characters are distinct and interesting…  With a lot of heart and heat, this book will have you on the edge of your emotional seat.” 4 stars, Romantic Times Magazine




The Next Best Thing Challenge…or Ten Quick Questions About the Book.


I was tagged by the utterly insane (and completely wonderful) Aussie author Kylie Scott to do The Next Best Thing Challenge

Here’s how it works:

  • Answer the 10 questions below
  • Spread the fun and tag other writers to participate.

1. What is the title of your book / WIP?
Misplaced Cowboy. It’s the second book in the Foreign Affairs series I’m writing with New York Times Bestselling author, Mari Carr (yeah, I had to get that NYT Bestseller thing in there. I bask in her awesomeness as often as possible *grin*)

2. Where did the idea for this book come from?

The conversation (via email) went something like this:

Me: Mari, I think you’re amazing. Will you please please write something with me?

Mari: Who are you again?

Me: I’ll resort to self-harm. Please? 

Mari: Contact me again and I’ll be calling the police.

Me: Pleeeeeeese? We could write about some hot sexy Aussie stockmen and the feisty American women they seduce. I’ll send you Tim Tams…

Mari: Tim Tams? Okay, I’m in. Who are you again?

3. What genre would your book fall under?

Contemporary cowboy romance…although cowboys aren’t called cowboys in Australia. They’re called stockmen. Or graziers. And the younguns are called jackeroos, a fact Dylan, the Aussie stockman hero points out often to the New Yorkers he meets.

4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
Chris Hemsworth for Dylan Sullivan (the hero)
Chris Hemsworth for Hunter Sullivan (the hero’s identical twin brother)
Natalie Portman for Monet Carmichael (the heroine)
Tom Hiddleston for Phillip (a minor but crucial antagonist)

5. What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?

An Aussie cowboy from the Outback finds himself posing as a nude model for a very sexy, fiesty New York artist.

6. Is your book published or represented?
It’s available August 15th from everywhere. But you can pre-order it here at Amazon and here at Barnes and Noble already (yay!)

7. How long did it take you to write it?

Hmmm, a month and a half. I think. Maybe. Errr…I never keep track of this kind of thing.

8. What other books in your genre would you compare it to?
Maya Banks and Loreleigh James’ cowboy romances (yeah, I possibly have delusions of grandeur, but still, it’s pretty bloody good, even if I do say so myself *grin*)

9. Which authors inspired you to write this book?

No specific author (unless you count Mari who I wrote it with), but every romance book I’ve read with an American cowboy hero. I read them and thought…I reckon an Aussie stock would measure up quite nicely against these guys. And I guess, to a point, the first Crocodile Dundee movie. Hey, there’s even a “that’s not a knife, that’s a knife” joke in it….kinda. 😉

10. Tell us anything else that might pique our interest in your book.

Apart from the sorta, kinda “that’s not a knife, that’s a knife joke”? (which is mentioned in reference to an appendage on a man’s body, btw). Well, it’s three different love stories in one: a love story between a man and a woman, a love story to New York and a love story to Australia. How’s that? Did it pique your interest at all?

Misplaced Cowboy

Foreign Affairs, Book Two

Flying halfway ’round the world to meet his potential soul mate sounds like a fine idea to Dylan Sullivan-until he discovers said soul mate, Annie, has gone looking for him. In Australia. Now Dylan’s adrift, a bloke from the Outback alone in the bloody big city. Until he’s rescued by Monet, a gorgeous local artist . . . and Annie’s best friend.

A dyed-in-the-wool New Yorker, Monet has never met anyone like Dylan. Taking temporary care of the sizzling-hot cowboy is easy; he’s friendly, funny and interesting. Keeping her hands off him is decidedly not easy. That horny accent, that killer grin . . . and as a successful artist, Monet is very much a hands-on sort of girl.

Dylan and Monet hold back until they learn Annie is engaged in her own foreign affair in Oz. Then all bets-and clothes-are off. But it can only be a fling. An Aussie cowboy doesn’t belong in New York any more than a city girl belongs in the Outback.

Now if only their hearts would listen.

You can check out Misplaced Cowboy here at Ellora’s Cave, here at Amazon and here at Barnes and Noble.

While you’re there, also take a look at Misplaced Princess, the first book in the series and the book belonging to the afore mentioned Hunter Sullivan.

Now, tag time.

I’m tagging my fellow Down Under Divas, Sami Lee, Jess Dee and Rhian Cahill, as well as my fellow writer-in-crime Mari Carr. Let’s see what interesting facts we discover…

Welcome Diva Couch Guest Erin Nicholas


I met Erin at the Romantic Times Convention this year, after which Lexxie and I stalked her to the airport and talked her ear off for quite some time while she was probably hoping to wait quietly in the queue and decompress from the conventions. Oh well, better luck next time, Erin.

Her books are fun, sweet and sexy, a little quirky and satisfyingly emotional. Here she is to tell you a little about her latest release:

Just For Fun is the fourth book in the Bradfords series and I’m so excited that it’s out!  The first three books were released in 2010 and since then I’ve had lots of readers emailing to reinforce my desire to write these last two books!  The original three followed the Bradford siblings—Jessica, Sam and Sara.  But we also meet the other members of Sam’s paramedic crew—Mac, Dooley (Doug) and Kevin.  After meeting the guys (and seeing Mac get his happily ever after with Sara) I wanted to give Dooley and Kevin their perfect women.   And I finally did it!  Dooley finds his true love in Just For Fun on July 24th and Kevin’s story, Just A Kiss, comes out in October!  Finally! 

There’s having fun… And then there’s falling in love.

The Bradfords, Book 4

It was a chance meeting, a spontaneous, hot moment, a never-to-be-repeated encounter. So when the gorgeous redhead he knows only as Sugar walks into the bar and heads straight for him, Doug “Dooley” Miller knows he’s in trouble. But he’s sure not going to mind.

 She needs a date to some swanky something-or-other. He’s a fish-sticks-and-denim guy, but for a woman who’s not afraid to get naughty in an elevator, he can stand a couple days of smoked salmon and Armani. 

 Morgan James admits she doesn’t really knowDoug, but she needs him to keep her mind—and hands—off her ex. A man who, despite the fact he stole her ideas, she’s afraid could charm her into repeating her mistakes. Only Doug can make her forget the weasel exists. Besides, it’s just this one time.

What started as not even a one-night stand has Dooley feeling things that he’s never felt before.  And that’s outside of the bedroom.  Don’t even get him started on what’s happening between the sheets.  Why does he have a feeling that, as far as flings go, they’re doing something wrong?  Then again, if they’re falling in love, they might just be getting that right.

Warning: Contains a woman who knows what she wants, a man who knows what he doesn’t want, and a proposition that shows them both that they’ve never really wanted anything like this before.

You can purchase this latest story from Erin at Samhain  Amazon and all the best e book outlets. And don’t forget the other books in the series, they’re fantastic 🙂


“I need your help. And you owe me.”

“You need my help?” He faced her fully for the first time. He’d been avoiding it because he knew the moment he looked into her eyes, he’d feel like he’d been punched in the stomach.

He was right.

She was stunning. Her auburn hair fell to her mid-back when it was down. She had a killer body with generous breasts and curvy hips, enough for a man to have something to hold onto. But her legs were long and toned and her butt was tight.

She should have been a stripper. It wasn’t fair to humankind to not share every glorious inch.

She had a redhead’s pale, creamy skin, but there hadn’t been a freckle in sight. At least as far as he could tell. The lighting in the elevator had been good, but he hadn’t gotten her completely undressed. Just enough.

Her startlingly bright green eyes could have easily been mistaken for contact lenses, but they were real. They’d looked at him as if he could give her the world. Which had been exactly what he’d wanted her to think that first night. It was supposed to have been their last night as well.

She wasn’t looking at him like she thought he was a big shot hero right now.

He was dressed, as usual, in a pair of blue jeans and a T-shirt. His tennis shoes had seen better days, which made them his favorite shoes. They’d just come off a twelve-hour shift and he had some stubble going and knew his eyes were bloodshot from the lack of sleep he’d had last night.

He looked nothing like the man she’d met five weeks ago.

He did look great in a tux.

“Believe me, I’m not thrilled about it either,” she said, referring to needing his help. “But, as unbelievable as this may sound, I need your sophistication and—” she looked him up and down in obvious doubt, “—charm.”

There was a moment of shocked silence and Dooley braced himself.

Then his friends let loose with three equally delighted and loud whoops of laughter.

Sophistication and charm were not adjectives most people would assign him.

But Sugar—well, she’d seen his best side for sure. The side he’d almost forgotten he had.

Dammit, it had been fun.

Suddenly Kevin Campbell, another of his friends, bumped into her. Sam and Mac had shoved him forward.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, with the goofy grin that always had girls making goo-goo eyes at him.

“This is the best we can offer in the sophistication and charm department,” Mac said, slapping Kevin on the shoulder. “There are no promises here either, but he goes to church and eats with utensils.”

Dooley rolled his eyes. He deserved all of this. Had any of his friends been on the receiving end of the gorgeous redhead’s attention he would have been doing the same exact thing.

He had to get her out of here.

But before he could tell her that, she turned and looked Kevin up and down. “The next time I need to pray or have dinner I’ll keep him in mind. What I need right now, though, I need from him.” She pointed at Dooley.

Mac, Sam and Kevin raised their eyebrows in unison.

“You sure?” Sam asked.

“Oh, yeah.” She said it in a husky, seductive voice that had Dooley’s blood pumping harder.

There were only three things she knew he was good at: dressing up, playing Blackjack and giving her orgasms.

 (Blackjack and orgasms–sounds like my kinda night)

 And now for a little fun before we have to say goodbye to Erin.

1. If you knew your next meal would be your last, what would you have?

Pizza.  No doubt.  Not very exotic or exciting but absolutely my favorite!  (Now, if you asked what dessert would be my last… that would take a lot more thought and angst!)

2. Tell us about the worst day job you ever had

I was a motel maid for one summer in high school.  One summer.  In high school (ie, desperate for money and not qualified to do much).  My BFF and I worked together, which made it tolerable.  But we found *huge* messes (peanut butter smeared all over the sliding glass door, for instance) and everything from yes, condoms—used and unused—nude photos, money, jewelry (which we, of course, turned in) and dirty magazines (which we did not turn in… took those with us to the next beer party! 🙂

3. Describe your writing in 3 words

Impossibly frustratingly addictive (for me… not necessarily anyone else! :))

4. Imagine you had a time machine—oh let’s just call it a Tardis. What time period would you travel to and why?

Regency England definitely—but only if I was part of a family with money and one of those huge beautiful houses.

5. Favorite comic book superhero?

Spiderman.  He’s so human while still having super powers.  And they always depict him as a bit of a nerd… which is a soft spot for me.

6. What is your worst vice or habit?

Coffee.  And not just the coffee part… that sugar and creams and syrups and stuff I love to add!

7. Best writing advice ever received

Just do it.  Even when you don’t feel like it.  It’s easier to fix words than a blank page.

Thanks so much for visiting with us today Erin!

If you want to find out more about Erin or her books vist her website, or find her on facebook or twitter

Now go book shopping 🙂


Colors Of Love is now available


The first two weeks of January of this year are a blur of computer screen and keyboard. I cannot distinguish one day from another, as I spent those weeks immersed in finishing a book I’d promised my editor a few months before. I strongly suspected I wouldn’t meet my deadline. I deleted more words than I typed, and I blanked out every other hour. All too often, ideas that had danced in the corners of my mind slipped away, never to be seen again.

And yet, after fourteen sleepless days and nights, against all odds and self-expectations, I typed those two magic words: The End. The result? A novella called Colors Of Love, the second book in the Speed series, and the sequel to See You In My Dreams. And you know what? The angst and the sleeplessness and the worry were all worth it. Colors Of Love turned into a book I adore, with characters who’ll always stay with me.

Now all I can hope is that you will feel the same way about this book.

Colors Of Love

Their true colors are hidden…until one woman turns everything upside down.

Speed, Book 2

Seth Pace, guitarist of the rock band Speed, is a born dreamer, and nothing stands in his way of making those dreams a reality. Except when it comes to band manager Luke Struthers. He’s everything Seth wants in a partner, but even after five years of perfectly explosive sex, Luke refuses to commit.

After a childhood ravaged by abuse, Luke knows he’s a potential danger to anyone foolish enough to love him. Seth is safer without him, but Luke has no idea how to cut him loose painlessly. Until he spots Seth’s kind of woman—pretty, smart, friendly. The plan: seduce her into a sexy threesome, then leave the two alone to fall in love. Problem solved.

A night of excitement with the two hottest men on the planet? Yeah, baby! Yet Kaz’s inborn ability to read auras tells her something isn’t right. It’s obvious Seth and Luke are madly in love, but subtle clues in Luke’s aura signal he’s up to something. She’s not sure what, but if she doesn’t do something quick, the two men she’s quickly come to adore will wind up without the happily ever after they both deserve.

Product Warnings: One man + one man + one woman = a whole lot of steamy two-way and three-way M/M & M/M/F sex, a hero or two to drool over, and a heroine who recognizes true love when she sees it.


A short, hot excerpt:

Seth didn’t wait for specifics. He swooped in and kissed her again. Kissed her the way Luke loved being kissed by him. He ravaged her mouth, fucking her with his tongue, giving her no chance to think or catch her breath. He just kissed her until she trembled helplessly in his arms. And then he handed her over to Luke.

She attacked his mouth with a vengeance, kissing him as deeply as Seth had just kissed her.

Seth came from behind, wrapping his arms around her, cupping her breasts with his hands. She moaned against Luke’s lips. Her tongue stroked over his as Seth unbuttoned her blouse and disposed of her bra. She ate at Luke’s mouth hungrily when Seth ran his thumbs over her distended nipples, and she moaned helplessly as Seth tugged at Luke’s shirt, shoving it way up high so Kaz’s breasts pressed into his chest.

Kaz bucked against Luke, arching into him, rubbing her groin against his rigid member.

Oh, Christ, that felt so damn good.

Then it was Luke kissing Kaz as Seth teased them both. Scraped his nails over Luke’s nipples then soothed the burn by cupping her breasts and sweeping them over the tender spots. Her nipples were hard buds that inflamed and aroused.

“Touch them,” Seth whispered as he released Kaz.

Luke took her luscious breasts in his palms—at the same time as Kaz found his nipples with her thumbs and forefingers, and tweaked them.

The pressure against Luke’s cock eased slightly when Kaz moved her hips away.

No, not Kaz. Seth. His hands were on her waist, moving her hips as his fingers worked their way around her jeans. The soft rasp of sound told him Seth had undone her zipper, and the way Kaz shifted against him hinted that her pants were being pushed down.

And then Kaz stiffened in his arms and broke the kiss as she cried out.



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Sexy or Not?

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It’s been a long time since I investigated characters intended not to be sexy by their creators but in some way are. Are you all ready to check out who has been tickling my fancy of late who probably shouldn’t?

1/ Bender

The sarcastic, crooked, selfish, self-centred robot from Futurama has always played around with certain buttons of mine. I’m going to put it down to the fact I believe Bender is what Mr. Darcy would be like if he was a robot. Yeah. That’s why.

2/ Fargo

It’s the geek thing I mentioned last post of mine. Fargo, the lovable, sometimes bumbling head of Global Dynamic in Eureka ticks three out of my four Sexy Geek boxes: brains, popular culture and glasses. Shame he doesn’t quite fill a T-shirt like Chuck does.

3/ Harold Finch

Hmmm, here’s the geek thing again. Harold Finch fulfils the same three boxes as Fargo. But he also has the arrogance of Mr. Darcy and a mystery that makes me go a little shivery inside. There’s two very good reasons I have a Person of Interest image as my laptop’s desktop 😉

4/ Paul Rudd

Okay, I know Paul Rudd isn’t a character created by anyone, but I have always found every character he plays damn sexy, no matter how much of a doofus (hmmm, this list is beginning to worry me…)

5/ King Fergus

The Scottish king of Brave was, I’m sure, never meant to be considered a sexy character. But how could he not? He’s massive, an amazing father, incredibly strong, courageous, loves his wife with boundless passion and knows how to wear a kilt. That right there, ladies and gentlemen, is a sexy sexy man.


Now, you’re turn. Who do you find sexy you know you really shouldn’t? C’mon, fess up. You’re amongst friends here (and seriously, could it get any more messed up than my list? Hee hee hee)

Damn! I forgot. Again!


Dammit! I keep forgetting to blog. *sigh* In my defense we’re add a new addition to the extended family and everyone is too busy gushing over my new nephew to remember to do all the things they’re supposed to. Especially me! I love babies. They’re so small and perfect and smell so…..fresh. 🙂 Ben is the first bub in 10 years for our extra large extended family and let me say it’s been on hell of a dry spell but we’re certainly making up for it.

As Sami said earlier in the week we’re doing some things around the blog to entertain you guys more. (and yeah, I know how my forgetting to blog looks like I’m helping out. Not!) We’ll be having some fellow authors from Oz and OS dropping by and hopefully you’ll pick up a couple new books to add to that ever growing TBB list or TBR pile. Not that we’re book pimps at all……

Speaking of pimping, Spin The Bottle is now up for pre-order on Amazon. Yay! I love seeing my books go up for pre-order. It means we’re that much closer to release day. Check out Spin The Bottle on Amazon HERE! Oh, and while you’re there I’d appreciate it if you like the page and agree with the tags. 🙂 And just because I love the cover…..

Rhian Cahill


Blog Happenings and Free Stuff

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We’ve been working on getting a few more guest bloggers in to visit us at Divaland Downunder so we’ll hopefully be filling up our guest post Wednesdays a bit more regularly from now on. Today I just have to give you a sneak peek of who we are having over next week, because I’m really excited.

Yep, the fabulous Erin Nicholas will be joining us to talk about her NEXT book which is the latest installment of her Bradford siblings series. If you’re not familiar with the series yet, now’s the time to grab them. All three of the first books in the series are temporarily discounted at Samhain so you can start at the beginning AND pick up a bonus free read that will lead in to the next two books in her series. What a great idea! Erin’s contemporary books are sweet, sexy and fun and we’re looking forward to having her on our Diva Couch next week.

PS while you’re over at Samhain, don’t forget you can still download your free copy of Chasing Sunset. It’d be really fun to jostle Erin out of that No 1 spot on the sales list, mwhahahaha!



Look at me, the cheap tart


I’m excited to share some brilliant news with you. But the title of this post might be misleading. I’m not cheap, I’m…FREE!

Yep, you read that right. For a limited time, my menage novella, Chasing Sunset is available as a free download from most of your major outlets. Amazon and Barnes & Noble so far, but keep an eye on the Samhain and Sony stores in the near future.

If you download the book and like it, I’d love it it you’d leave a review at the outlet from which you downloaded it. We authors love reviews, and they help other readers decide if they might like the book too. Thanks!

Chasing Sunset:

After an unsettled childhood, Sidney McCall has finally found a home in Graceville. This dream town comes with a dream boyfriend. Drew Buchanan is charming, romantic, completely devoted to her—and he cooks! Now if only the whole commitment thing didn’t give her night sweats…

Drew, a professional chef, wants nothing more than to give Sidney everything she’s ever dreamed of, both in and out of bed. Even if it means serving up her most secret wish complete with a whipped-cream topping: a tryst with two men. His best friend Brody Nash is the missing ingredient, and the only man he trusts with the woman he loves.

What starts out as a little harmless sexual play quickly boils over into something none of them expected. An emotional minefield that could forever change the course of their lives.

Warning: Contains explicit sex scenes including; ménage a trois, oral sex, stripper heels, creative use of whipped-cream deserts, sex in a public place, light bondage, hanky spanky and hunky, bossy men. In short, more than enough naughty business for one little novella!!!


“Brody?” Sidney’s mind blanked at Drew’s answer. “What’s Brody doing here?”

She’d rarely seen Drew appear sheepish, but it was the only word she’d use to describe the expression that crossed his strongly carved features. “Ah, that’s what I was trying to talk to you about.”

Sidney watched as Drew refastened his jeans, only then remembering to smooth down her dress. She was still dizzy from the aftereffects of the fantastic sex they’d just had and figured it must be adversely impacting her hearing. “Did you invite Brody here tonight?”

“Yeah. I did. But it’s not what you think.”

She crossed her arms over her chest and scowled. If Drew thought beer and poker was in the cards tonight after she’d spent all afternoon cooking, she’d kick him right in his cute behind with her five-inch stripper heels. “You mean you didn’t arrange some kind of boys’ night on our anniversary?”

His laugh held an irony she didn’t understand. “No, definitely not a boys’ night. More of a girl’s night, actually.”

Sidney squinted at him, confused. “Huh?”

The rapping on the door boomed once again and Drew called out impatiently, “Just a sec.” He turned back toward Sidney. “I meant to explain this as soon as I got home, but you looked so damned sexy. And then you started rubbing up against me and the words just”—he waved a hand in the air—“disappeared.”

Rubbing up against him! He made her sound like a stray cat. “I swear, Andrew Buchanan, if you don’t start making some sense I’ll…”

She bit off the end of her threat as the knock came again.

“Do you guys want me to get out of here?” The sardonic lilt of that masculine voice confirmed that their visitor was indeed Drew’s best friend. Sidney uttered a frustrated sound. She whirled around and swung open the door. Surely, once Brody got a look at the way she was dressed, the fifty or so candles she’d lit and placed all around the dining area, he’d get the message loud and clear that she and Drew were busy.

Brody Nash stood in the hall, almost filling up the rectangular space formed by the open door with his wide shoulders. He carried a bowl of something that looked creamy and decadent tucked under his arm. Brody was one of the best dessert chefs in the business, a skill Sidney had always considered incongruently delicate for such a hulking bear of a man.

The gaze he raked over her held a wealth of blatant masculine interest. He didn’t bother to hide the fact he was x-ray visioning everything beneath the racy black dress she had donned for Drew’s benefit.

Sidney fought the urge to shuffle her feet. She was assailed by the possibility that Brody had heard everything that had just happened. He must have been in the hallway, right on the other side of the wall she’d just demanded Drew fuck her against. His dark brown eyes held a hint of wicked knowledge that seemed to confirm he’d been privy to all that crazy dirty talk she’d screamed because she knew it drove Drew nuts. Not to mention all the banging against the wall she’d been doing while she’d been banging her boyfriend.

Her cheeks grow hot beneath Brody’s lazy scrutiny of her body. But it was the burst of something else unexpectedly heated that made her breath still in her lungs. As the man’s gaze brushed over her cleavage, Sidney’s nipples pebbled. She still felt sensitized where Drew had so recently been inside her, and those nerve endings zinged with something that had nothing to do with embarrassment.

The thought that Brody had heard her howling at Drew to make her come actually turned her on.



A little distraction…


So I was going to blog yesterday, Friday’s my day after all, but I kinda got sidetracked. By this guy –

Let me introduce Lucas Wilhelm. For those that have read Lexxie’s Twister the name might ring a bell or two. 🙂 For those that haven’t he’s the head of McDermott Media Corp Security and at 6’5″ he’s certainly a head above most. 😆

Now you might be asking why I got distracted by a character out of the Party Games series when the 4th book is already done and dusted, and you know I’d be asking the same thing but I’ve got an inside scoop so I know that as of this week there will definitely be more Party Games books. Lexxie and I have tossed the idea around some but nothing concrete was ever put down until this guy distracted me. I know, tough job but someone’s gotta do it. *sigh* It’s okay, I’ll take one for the team. 😆

Anyway, exclusive to our Diva fans, a snippet of the wip Party Games #5 –

(Unedited of course)

Lucas watched Cassandra Moreland walk away. The word ran slid through his mind but Cassie wasn’t the type of woman to run from anything or anyone. Hell, if he didn’t know better he’d think she actually had a set of balls in those sexy black pants of hers. A smile tugged at his mouth and it took more than the usual effort to keep his face impassive. He was going to enjoy tangling with little miss in-charge. Surveying the crowd Lucas doubted she’d be getting anyone out of here anytime soon. Not without pulling the fire alarm and starting the sprinkler system. Eyeing the couple in the far corner he wondered if a drenching wasn’t exactly what this party needed.

There were sweaty half naked bodies all over the house. All gyrating to the pounding beat of the music thumping through the wireless speakers in a very adult bump and grind that was more sex than dance. Lucas shook his head and moved through the room towards the front of the house. Spotting two of his men he motioned them over so he could give them orders.

“Where do you want us boss?”

“I need the backyard and deck cleared. Herd everyone into the house and shut the doors.” If they could slowly push everyone out the front door it would help Cassie, not that he expected her to be happy with him lending a hand. His lips curled. He looked forward to the argument they would surely be having in the next little while. “And when you’re done out there start moving everyone into the front rooms.”

“On it, Mr. Wilhelm.”

Lucas hated it when his men called him Mr. Wilhelm. He always had the urge to look over his shoulder for his father. Stifling the action, he nodded at the two men and continued through to the front door. Two more of his men stood either side of the wide open double doors as though they were centuries stopping anyone from escaping except he wanted them gone.

“You two, upstairs, clear out all the rooms and check the closets.” Lord knows what games people were playing up there. So far he’d seen more than one he’d played himself back when getting a hot piece of ass was all he was about. Of course those days were long gone. In fact he couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted to get his hands on any ass. Well, not before one pint-sized brunette went toe to toe with him, anyway. Another smile tugged at his lips and Lucas marvelled at the emotion one small woman could drag out of him when men twice her size couldn’t get him to flinch.

He glanced at his watch. Two minutes after two. Time to put shut-down into overdrive. Stalking through the downstairs rooms Lucas found each of his men and sent them out to move the crowd along. It was almost like herding sheep. En masse they surged into the front of the house, filling the areas to breathing room only. In twos and threes, sometimes more, they began to disappear out the front door and into the night. By the time Lachlan barrelled into the living room, steam bursting from his ears, the place was down to half the number of occupants there’d been when Lucas arrived.

The boss wasn’t happy. And the silence that filled the house when Lachlan yanked out the DJ’s power hurt Lucas’s ears and he swiftly made his way over to the man who personally signed his pay cheque.

“Where’s Lucas?”

“Right behind you boss.”

Lachlan spun around to face him. “Where’s Mac?”

“He took Ms. McDermott off site about an hour ago. Maybe more.” Lucas steeled himself. Lachlan would not be happy neither Mac nor Lil were here.

“Off site? During a party Lil is responsible for?”

Lucas nodded and kept his expression bland. He didn’t want to give Lachlan McDermott any reason to stop signing his checks. “Mr. Harris arranged for my team to take charge. I’ve been monitoring the situation.”

Numerous emotions flashed across Lachlan’s face before he glanced around the room. Bringing his gaze back to Lucas he said, “Get ’em out. All of them.”

Inclining his head once more Lucas gave the only reply he could. “Consider it done, boss.”

The fact Lachlan turned and strode from the room without a backward glance told Lucas that not only was his job safe but he was trusted to do the job given him. Breathing a little easier, he turned to the man on his right. “You heard the boss. Get ’em out.”

His employee spun into action and Lucas headed in search of Cassie. She would not be pleased when he informed her they were shutting down effective immediately. He’d be I liar if he said the swirling in his gut wasn’t excitement. But going toe to toe with Cassandra Moreland had more than his stomach churning. The tightness in his pants hadn’t escaped his notice either. And wasn’t that an interesting development. He didn’t usual go for bossy, confrontational females. Or ones that didn’t come up to his chin. Lucas scrubbed a hand over his stubbled chin. This evening was far more entertaining than he’d ever expected.


So what ya think? Wanna party some more? 🙂

Rhian Cahill


Tell me sweet little lies

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I told a lie today. An outright lie, not just a twist of the truth or an omission. I was asked if I’d ever been to America. Althought I’ve been to the Romantic Times Convention twice, visiting LA and Chicago, I said no.

You see I have a day job and at that day job nobody knows anything about this Sami Lee thing that I do. For reasons convoluted enough that I won’t go into them here, the day job people becoming aware of the night job could cause all sorts of implosions I have no intention of dealing with if I can avoid it. So, for the past two years when I’ve traveled to the US, I’ve been ‘in Sydney’.

So am I a bad person? Lying on a regular basis is not generally considered to be a good quality. Neither is the ability to do it with alacrity considered a positive attribute in an individual. And I can lie pretty well without the blushing or stammering that might ordinarily accompany a dose of guilt, which I think means I’m good at it. I’ve had years of practice, you see. I used to lie to get into nightclubs when I was underage. I once had a job that required me to daily reinvent that old corker ‘the cheque’s in the mail’. I tell my kids there’s a tooth fairy and make up stuff for a living (at the non day job :)). So yes, I can tell a convincing fib when required.

For the record I don’t think I am a bad person, but I am pragmatic. I do what’s required to make my way through life, and sometimes that does mean putting the truth aside in favor of a lie. I’ve lied to protect my job, as mentioned. I’ve lied to protect friends, to save from hurting someone’s feelings. Aside from one shameful incident for which I will not provide details, I’ve never lied to intentionally hurt another person. I’m human. I’m imperfect. But I try to be good. When it suits me, anyway :).

So, what are the lies you tell—big or small? Or are you an ‘honesty is always the best policy’ person? And how come there’s such a thing as a white lie and not a black lie? What’s with that?


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