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I hope so, because I’ve made reservation. We are having…


Yeah, okay, so I’m being silly. But I can’t help it. I’m so excited to let you know that the third book in the Sunday Night Dinner Club series has now released.


And…it’s on sale for the next two weeks.


Dinner at Eight:

Sunday Night Dinner Club, Book 3

It’s been eighteen months since Ava Torres last saw her best friend, Jared Thurston. In that time she’s been married, separated and gone all the way to hell and back as a wife. She keeps her emotional scars buried deep beneath the surface, loath to let the world know they exist.

Jared had no choice but to leave Sydney. The alternative meant staying and watching the woman he secretly loved marry another man. Now it’s time to go home and pick up the pieces of his broken heart.

Ava is both thrilled and thrown by Jared’s unexpected return. While seeing him brings true happiness for the first time in months, it also presents a new batch of problems. Jared won’t let Ava hide from her pain any longer, nor will he let her hide from him. He’s determined to show her that true love doesn’t just exist in fairy tales. If Ava is willing to fight for it, together they can find their very own happy ever after.

Warning: Please don’t go thinking this is your regular fairy tale. No one under the age of 18 should be reading the tale of this ridiculously sexy Prince Charming.

(This book is the third in the Sunday Night Dinner Club series. Although each book stands alone, they can be better enjoyed read in order. )

You can get your copy now at:


Don’t forget the first two books in series:


Happy reading,


Love Is……. Part 3

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Love is so many things to me that I’d need more than one blog post to list them all. 🙂 I’ve got a couple of quotes to share but I thought I’d also share one of my own thoughts on love.


Love is…….wanting to strangle your guy and kiss him at the same time. (talk about a complete mind fuck)


Now that I’ve shared that piece of insanity……


Even the wisest men make fools of themselves about women, and even the most foolish of women are wise about men. – Theodor Reik


Marriage is like arthritis. You have to learn to live with it. – Unknown


Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away. – Dorothy Parker




DUDcon13 in pictures


On Friday, after carefully clearing the house of any family (I packed them off on a camping trip), the Down Under Divas gathered at my place for three days of just being together. Yep it was our very first official Down Under Diva Conference, otherwise known as…DUDcon13.

Sami Lee made sure to draw up an agenda so we actually got some great work done, but in general we had a blast chatting about anyone and everything industry related. (And yep, if you’re reading this blog, it’s safe to assume we chatted about you! In the best possible way, of course. 🙂 )

I could bore you with details, but instead I’ll just post some of the pics we took that summarize our time together. (You might already have seen them on Facebook.)

DUDcon13 begins

DUDcon13 begins

Soon as Lex arrived, we started posting pics to FB. (Yep, you may already have seen all of these there.)

Soon as Lex arrived, we started posting pics to FB.

Friday night was loads of fun - especially with the help of this industrial sized bottle of ready-made margarita mix. :)

Friday night was loads of fun – especially with the help of this industrial sized bottle of ready-made margarita mix.

Saturday morning saw us exercising. A long walk along the beachfront and cliffs. (Sami warming up)

Saturday morning saw us exercising. A long walk along the beachfront and cliffs. (Sami warming up)

And...the beachfront we walked along. (Remember it was early morning.)

And…the beachfront we walked along. (Remember it was early morning.)

Our American guest - Mari Carr gate crashed the conference. (And yeah, she brought beer.)

Our American guest – Mari Carr gatecrashed the conference. (And yeah, she brought beer.)

Saturday lunch at the Deli. (Yeah, we did A LOT of eating and drinking.)

Saturday lunch at the Deli. (Yeah, we did A LOT of eating and drinking.)

Back home again after lunch, Sami is cracking her whip, and we're getting some work done.)

Back home again after lunch, Sami is cracking her whip, and we’re getting some work done.)

Saturday dinner was the best! Frozen yoghurt. (And RC managed to put away a shitload of the stuff. Seriously, for a thin girl, she eats like a horse!)

Then came the moment I had to skip out for a little while on Sunday morning. But I was comfortable leaving my house in the care of my three good writing buddies. Really comfortable. Because who wouldn’t trust these girls:


(Sorry, would have liked to upload the video here, but WordPress wouldn’t let me.)

Suffice to say we had a blast and are already planning our next conference – DUDcon14.



The Next Best Thing Challenge – Day 4

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Lucky last. 🙂

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?

Spin The Bottle – available September 25.

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

The idea came from a brainstorming session with Lexxie when we first decided to write a series together. All four books in the Party Games series were ‘plotted’ as much as two pantsers can plot way back in 2011. The first three books are out now and you can find all the info HERE!

3. What genre would your book fall under?

Contemporary erotic romance.

4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

Oh, that’s a tough one. I think I’d go with Liv Tyler for Lil but I have no clue who to cast as Mac.

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

Just when you think you know the rules, the game changes.

6. Is your book published or represented?

It’s out September 25 but you can pre-order it from AMAZON  or BARNES & NOBLE  now.

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

If I added all the hours together probably a month of 9 to 5 days.

8. What other books in your genre would you compare it to?

The other three Party Games books. Pretty much any of my other contemporary books. 🙂

9. Which authors inspired you to write this book?

Lexxie Couper. We talked about writing together and then in an unrelated conversation with Mari Carr the idea of the Party Games series came to me. Once I told Lexx what I was thinking we rolled with it and never looked back.

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

Like the title implies, there’s a very risque game of spin the bottle. And before you ask if I’ve ever played the game the way it’s portrayed in the book, NO COMMENT! 🙂

Pre-order at AMAZON or BARNES & NOBLE

Rhian Cahill


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


Change is as good as a holiday.


So what to you all think of the new look? Sami did a great job. The rest of us Divas that her. Actually we’re all really grateful she decided to do it herself. 🙂 As Sami mentioned earlier in the week my schedule was a nightmare for blogging on Tuesday’s so we swapped. Of course it’s now Saturday and I swapped for Friday……..yeah, yeah, I know. I suck. 😆 But here’s the thing. I’ve got nothing to blog about. 😦

Oh wait! I’ve got a release date announcement!

Yep. My editor informed me that Spin The Bottle will release September 25. Yay! *happy dances* I don’t have office blurb or cover art or excerpt….but here’s the ‘unofficial’ blurb and an unedited ‘unofficial’ snippet. 🙂

Spin The Bottle: Party Games Book 4 – Available Sept. 25

Lillian McDermott has it all. Money, looks and a career most women would kill for. But the one thing she really wants doesn’t even know she exists—Mackenzie Harris. Her brother’s best friend, Mac sees her only as a surrogate little sister. After years of waiting Lil has had enough. She’s going to rock Mac’s world until he can’t ignore her ever again.

Mackenzie isn’t blind to Lilli and he never has been. But no best mate screws around with a little sister. No matter how hot she makes him. No matter how much he wants to be the man on her arm. This time she’s gone too far and he won’t back away from what she’s started.

With one spin of the bottle these two friends will become lovers and everything they ever believed about each other will change.


Lillian knew who it was the second he touched her. Mac. The familiar feel and scent of him were imbedded in every cell of her being, branded like the signature of a master painter, only no one else could see the mark. His arm slid around her waist from behind and yanked her back against him. Lil sucked in a breath as warm air rushed over her neck and his lips brushed the outer curve of her ear. She shivered. A delicate quake that shimmied from her head to her toes.

“You’re not getting away from me this time, Lilli.” He wrapped his other arm around her middle and spooned her body with his.

“Mac.” Lillian straightened her spine, tried to put space between them but Mac tightened his grip keeping their bodies pressed together.

“Watch the game. Things are about to get interesting.” His words, whispered against her ear, sent a shower of warmth down her back.

Heat radiated off him and soaked all the way through to her bones. She couldn’t stop her muscles from softening, couldn’t prevent herself from melting into his embrace. Lil focused on the game in front of her but she didn’t really see it. The room and people filling it faded out as her mind zeroed in on the pounding of Mac’s heart as it beat a steady tattoo along her back. Each thump hammered home the knowledge that this man could ask for anything and she’d be powerless to refuse.

He took a step backwards, tugging her with him as he moved to the rear of the crowded room. They could still see the game but Lil no longer paid attention. How could she when Mac’s fingers were stroking her flesh through the thin material of her dress? The silky cloth sliding over her skin added to his sensual caress and fired starbursts of sensation through every nerve ending. His hand slid higher until his fingers brushed the underside of her breast. Her nipples pebbled and goose bumps sprang up, like waves on sand, the tiny mounds of awareness rippled back and forth as Lil’s body flushed with arousal.

Mac dipped his other hand lower. He palmed her hip before inching his way to the hem of her little black dress and slipping questing fingers up the back of her thigh. Lil’s knees shook as he teased her with a barely-there touch. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip to stifle the moan bubbling in her throat. His fingertips skimmed over the seam between her arse and leg, the stroke light, her reaction anything but. Her hips bucked, drove her buttocks into the cradle of his pelvis and the hard ridge of his cock pressed between her cheeks, the material of their clothes not hiding the evidence of his desire.

Lillian whimpered when Mac thrust forward. He cupped her breast and tweaked her nipple, the hard pinch turning the nub into a throbbing point of need. The hand beneath her skirt pushed higher, his fingertips probing the crease between her legs from behind. Moisture soaked her underwear, the thin strip of her thong no barrier to the flood of arousal he was drawing from her core. Mac nuzzled the side of her neck, his lips and tongue dancing on the sensitive area below her ear.

His grip on her breast tightened and the hand beneath her dress grew more daring. With ease, Mac pulled aside her underwear and strummed the slick folds of her pussy. Lil gasped as her body jolted with the electric touch. He probed deeper and she shifted her feet to part her legs. Her hands came up to grip his forearm and her elbow jabbed the man beside them. The sudden reminder of where they were—that they weren’t alone—worked better than a bucket of cold water dumped over her head.

Rhian Cahill


A Sneak Peek for the Weekend

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I’ve now begun the process of working with my editor to tweak my next scheduled release. Erica’s Choice now has a release date of August 21. At the moment that seems like ages away but I know the time will be upon me before I know it. I’m thrilled this book is going to be published and thought I’d share a teeny-tiny sneak peek of the first chapter. NB: This has only been partially edited at this stage, the final version may vary slightly.

Chapter One

The beveled glass doors of the Sovereign Hotel swung back with a whoosh as Erica Shannon shoved them open. Stalking through the breach, she was assailed by noise and light, the typically boisterous ambiance of Friday night revelry at an inner-city Brisbane pub.

She halted in the foyer, taking a moment to catch her breath. Glancing around, she realized no one seemed to have noticed her theatrical entrance. The crowd of mostly men stood in groups talking and laughing, drinking beer from brown-tinted bottles and arguing jovially over a game of rugby being played out on a massive plasma screen in the corner. Nobody turned to look at her.

Perhaps her arrival hadn’t been dramatic at all. It simply felt that way because she’d never come to a pub by herself, and her agenda was pounding in her ears like the rush from some illicit drug, amplifying every sound, every smell and every sight.

Or at least that was how Erica imagined the rush from an illegal substance would affect her. She—sensible English teacher, loyal niece, staunch obeyer of road rules—had never done anything taboo in her life, chemical or otherwise.

That was about to change. Tonight.

Heart pounding impetuously in her chest, she weaved her way through the crowd, heading for the area at the back of the establishment that housed the pool tables, dart boards and juke box. This was the section of the Sovereign where her quarry tended to hang out, as though the tables were permanently reserved for the firefighters of Ashton Heights.

Through the throng, Erica easily spotted the familiar outline of Corey Wachawski’s wide shoulders and the dark swatch of silky hair on his head. His back was to her, but she knew his eyes were as warm and blue as the summer sky. She’d snagged his gaze once or twice in the past few months—or rather, Corey had caught her staring. If he’d detected the longing in her scrutiny, it had never prompted him to approach her.

Tonight, Erica was not in the mood to be dismissed. She would make a move on him, no matter the potential for embarrassment.

The very thought made her heart rate triple. Her palms grew slippery against the tweed fabric of her skirt. Tweed. Erica would have laughed if her lungs were capable of expelling air. She was the kind of woman who wore tweed and modest button-up blouses, who stayed home most nights rereading her favorite Jane Austen novels instead of venturing out to experience life. Was she out of her mind even to daydream a man like Corey Wachawski—local hero, calendar model, Adonis—would want to take her up on a sexual proposition?

Steeling her resolve, Erica relentlessly pushed forward. After all, she had little left to lose now.

A large hand clapped Corey’s back. The sound of the other man’s laughter moved through Erica like a fast flowing tide, the sight of his lean, muscle-packed body in a navy blue T-shirt and faded jeans made something wicked and needy pass through her erogenous zones.

Dale Griffin.

There were photos of him all over the pub walls. Some in which he wore his firefighter’s uniform, in others he was listed as a member of a local football team. One was a framed clipping from the newspaper which detailed his heroics in saving a local man from a fire. And on the ladies’ room wall, his picture from an old Queensland Firefighter’s Charity Calendar was pinned, right beside Corey’s more recent one.

Erica was both exhilarated and terrified to see Griff—whenever she’d heard one of his colleagues call out to him above the usual cacophony of pub noises, they always called him Griff—here as well.

There was nothing to stop her living out her ultimate fantasy.

Nothing except it required her to sexually proposition not just one man, but two.

Have a great weekend,

Feelin’ Fine


I woke up with the flu today. Then I went for a root canal. My face is still swollen my throat is sore and I generally feel like crap. So I’m too shattered to even attempt to be witty or interesting. I need to be cheered up, so here goes:


Yes, I found a new website www.malemodelus. Sigh. Now I feel better.


Happy Fathers’ Day


A quick Internet search gleaned the information that Father’s Day is not celebrated at the same time in the UK, US or Canada as it is in Australia. Our Dad’s Day is tomorrow, the first Sunday in September. In honour of tomorrow, I thought I’d share a funny story of how my Princess sees her father.

Once upon a time, Princess asked me why Daddy had hair on his legs and I didn’t, and why I had hair on my head but he didn’t. I explained about the conventions of leg shaving and how a good percentage of men lose their hair as they get older. Princess took this under advisement, then suddenly piped up with this: “I know! All Daddy’s hair must have fallen off his head and landed on his arms and legs!”

This from the girl who also recently described my reading material as a book “where the mummy and daddy are kissing on the front, but the daddy’s not wearing a shirt.”

She’s so clever sometimes, it’s scary.

Happy Father’s Day to those in Oz for tomorrow!

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.


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