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I thought I’d share a little Tuesday Teaser from Irrepressible Jasmine, my hot upcoming romance from Samhain Publishing. This one stars Summer’s (from Unforgettable Summer) sister and it’s a rather cheeky little tale if I say so myself. Very heavy on the hanky spanky 🙂

This part takes place just before Aaron and Jasmine’s first night together, and I love how they put all their cards right out on the table. EnjoyCover

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Never missing a stride, Jasmine reached for the side zip of her dress and drew it down. It slipped off one shoulder, revealing a black bra strap. She disappeared into the last bedroom, the guest room situated at the northeastern corner of the house.

Taking a deep breath and trying to keep a hold of his wits, Aaron followed.

Moonlight shone into the otherwise darkened room, throwing rectangles of light onto the furnishings. Jasmine sat on the blue and green quilt wearing only her lingerie, her stockings and her high heels. Leaning on the doorjamb to study her instead of stalking to the bed and kissing the life out of her was one of the hardest things Aaron had ever done.

“Here’s how this is going to go, AJ.” Jasmine crossed her legs and leaned her weight back on her hands, the pose causing her breasts to thrust upward. “I’m thirty years old and I know what I want. I want sex, not hand-holding. I don’t need reassurance, nor do I need you to take things easy on me. I don’t stroke egos. I don’t fake. I don’t beg. I don’t swallow. And most importantly I don’t cuddle. Other than that, anything goes.”

Aaron’s brain screamed to a halt at those last two words, a hundred scenarios flickering through his mind. This was already the best sex of his life and she hadn’t even touched him. Pushing off the doorjamb with his shoulder, Aaron came into the room, loosening his tie as he walked. “Just so we’re clear, Jas,” he began. “My ego’s just fine as it is and all I want you to stroke is my cock. I could care less if you swallow because by the time I’m at that point I’m not even thinking about you anymore. You won’t have to fake a damn thing, you might change your mind about begging and as for the cuddling… We both know I didn’t bring you here for that.”

He slipped off his tie and tossed it onto the chair in the corner of the room. Next he shrugged out of his jacket and sent it the same way. Jasmine reached over and switched on the bedside lamp, then turned back to watch, openly appraising, as he undid every button on his shirt. He didn’t have to school himself to do it slowly because he liked the way she was looking at him, with eyes as hungry as a jungle cat’s.

He released the last button, but before he could slip off the shirt Jasmine stood and moved her hands to his shoulders. She took over the task, sliding the material down over his arms, his wrists, until the shirt dropped to the floor. She held his gaze the whole time, and Aaron had to remind himself to breathe.

“One more thing,” she said in a low murmur. “This happens only once. I’m not after an ongoing thing.”

“Why don’t we discuss that over breakfast?”

“Don’t get ahead of—”

Aaron stole the words from her, taking her mouth in a way he knew revealed for the first time the impatience rampaging inside him. He’d stopped caring about projecting a blasé front. His libido was making demands he simply had to meet.

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Ahoy, Maties!

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It’s International Talk Like a Pirate Day!!!!

Well, this has to be the dumbest day of all days in the calendar year. But nevertheless… Arrrrgh, matey. Let’s get in the spirit o’ things, eh?

As romance readers and writers, we have to love pirates. They’re the outlaws of the open ocean, our rebellious rogues in rags and the lecherous, lusty lovers of many a libidinous lady’s lewd fantasy. And why not?

Warning: gratuitous Johnny Dep picture ahead

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You knew I was going to do it :).

I also thought in honour of this special day I’d share a never before shared, sneaky, sexy snippet Sunset Knight. Because I wrote a pirate fantasy in it and it’s apropos for the day. And because I’m out of alliteration for now.

So just for fun, here’s a HOT excerpt, never before seen by anyone who hasn’t read the whole book, of my chef/sailor/bad boy/pretend pirate hero, Brody Nash, seducing his lovely lady love Lana (oh look, there was one more in me after all).

Sunset Knight: Excerpt

“Ah-ah. I told you not to do that, sweetness,” he admonished. When he rose to his knees above her he appeared big, dominating and thrillingly dangerous. He began unbuckling his belt. “Do I have to take more drastic measures?”

Lana’s throat went dry as his meaning began to sink in. Would he go so far as to tie her up? Her pulse accelerated out of control. “Is this where you turn into the big bad pirate and kidnap the innocent general’s daughter to use her as a love slave?”

His dark brows formed surprised curves. “Do you want it to be?” God, did she? Like anyone else, she’d had fantasies. Abduction by a sexy pirate was an old favorite, but Lana had never thought for a minute she might live something like that out.

Brody smiled at her hesitation, running the belt over her stomach, her breasts. The tactile pleasure made her nipples draw tighter. Brody let out a soft groan and reached out to tweak one. “I’d never do anything you didn’t want to do.”

Realizing he wasn’t going to force the issue made her feel safer with him. She said, “That’s not your reputation, Captain.”

His brows hiked again, his lips twitching. “I wasn’t aware I had a reputation.”

“Oh, you do. People warned me about you. They said if ever I got into your clutches I’d be very, very sorry.”

“That’s rude of people, not giving a man a chance to redeem himself. You shouldn’t have listened.” He held her wrists against the bed head and began looping the belt around them. “Now I’ll have to keep you here a while, until you admit they’re all wrong.”

Lana’s heart thundered. It amazed her that she was doing this, and she couldn’t contain the buzz dancing through her. “I’ll never admit that.”

“You will.” He pulled the belt tight, strapping her securely to the wrought iron. His gaze passed over her face and for a moment Lana could swear he really was a rogue with nothing but wicked intentions. “When I’m finished with you. Until your ransom is paid, you’re mine to do with as I wish.”

Locating the zip of her skirt, Brody parted it and slid the garment down her legs. His touch on her bared flesh was confident, peremptory. “You have a very nice pussy. I’m going to enjoy using it, pleasuring it. I’m going to make you scream for me.”

Lana had to bite her lip to stop a moan escaping. “I’ll never let you touch me.” Her voice was not nearly as strident as she’d aimed for.

“Why not? Has a man never touched you here?”

“Of course not.” She strove for indignant affront. “I’m as pure as fresh snow.”

He laughed softly, tracing his finger around her plump, juicy folds. “Not from where I’m sitting. Your legs are spread so wide you’re practically begging me to taste your sweet lips. Beg me, little one. Beg the nasty pirate to touch you and I’ll be gentle.”

“Never.”

He stopped her attempt to clamp her thighs shut, instead pushing them farther open and holding them securely to the bed. “Now, now. You don’t want me to have to tie your legs down too—or do you?”Sunset-Knight-Cover

The very thought made her core heat. Dear Lord, she’d let him do that in a heartbeat. But not this time. Now, she was too impatient to know the sensation of his mouth on her. “No, please don’t. I promise I’ll be good.”

“Oh, I know you will. It’s going to be so good, using you every which way I want, while you can’t do a thing to stop me. I’m going to show you how good it feels to be at a man’s service, little one.”

Shiver me timbers! I wanna be Lana.

The beauty of being digitally published, is that I can now tell you that Sunset Knight, although it was first published in 2009, is still available as a naughty backlist title from Samhain Publishing, Amazon and all your favourite places. No need to PIRATE it at all. He he he.

Aye, I’m off to search for buried treasure now (otherwise known to authors as begging the muse for good words).

Cheers, and AHOY!

Sami

 

GLBT month going strong at the Down Under Divas

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When I wrote my first MMF romance, I had several heated discussions with my friends about about why I chose to write this genre. The discussions always amused me. Not because anyone criticized in anyway, and not because they disapproved of the same sex aspect of the romance. They simply couldn’t understand why I’d choose to write MM love scenes as opposed to FF ones. Male and female friends alike all emphatically believed FF loving was way more appealing than MM.

Now I guess I could have chosen to write FFM romance, but the truth is, it doesn’t hold the same appeal to me. I love exploring the dynamics of the MM relationships – simply because it is so foreign. It’s the one thing that as a woman I will NEVER be able to explore personally. And perhaps it’s the mystery of something that I can never be a part of that makes the genre so appealing.

I’ve written three MMFs now and still haven’t quelled my appetite for this particular combination of lovers. The first book I wrote featured MM action only within the threesome. The second had some hot man on man loving separate from the menage and the third featured a MM happy ending. Each book has gotten more explicit and more focused on the men.

The first one I wrote, the least explicit, holds a special place in my heart simply because it was my first. (And yes, we all love our firsts!) I reread some of it now for this blog post, and realize I may have used a ton of cliches while writing. But still, I love the book, and thought I’d post a excerpt for your enjoyment and in honor of GLBT month in the USA.

GOING ALL IN

The higher the stakes, the harder they fall—in love.

(Three Of A kind, Book 1)

Julia Savage’s weekly poker games are tearing her apart. She’s in love with two of her fellow card players, and much as she’d like to pick and confess her true feelings to one man, she won’t. Not if it means risking the love of the other.

Hunter Miles has wanted Julia for four months, and he’s about to deal a hand she couldn’t see coming. He’s determined to give her a New Year’s Eve celebration she never expected. He’s going to seduce her—in front of his friend and rival for her affections, Jay Baxter. But Jay’s not willing to lay down his cards. He’s going after Julia too, and he’s not above bluffing to get what he wants. Either way, one of them is going to win her over.

Unless they change the rules of the game. If they double up, there’s a chance they can split the pot…

Warning: this book contains two hunky heroes, a heroine worth betting on, sizzling hot three way action (m/f/m and m/m/f), a whole lot of unexpected fireworks, and a New Year’s Eve to remember.

AN EXCERPT:

If possible, Hunter’s cheeks turned even redder. “Don’t push me, Jay. I’ll kick your sorry ass out of the door faster than you can blink.”

Jay raised an eyebrow. “So that’s what you want to do with my ass? Kick it?” He snickered in obvious disbelief. “Mate, after the quality of that blowjob, I think there’s a lot more you want to aim at my ass than your foot.”

Julia’s jaw dropped open.

Hunter’s chair crashed to the floor. He was on his feet and advancing on Jay at killer speed.

“Hunter. No!” She grabbed his arm, trying to yank him to a halt. Her shoulder about jerked out of her socket before Hunter reacted to her anxiety and stopped.

“I’m sorry, Jules,” he said without looking at her. He stared daggers at Jay. “But you need to let me go. Now.”

Damn it, so much testosterone flooded the room there was only one way this argument was going to end. With someone lying on the floor, injured. While Jay might be taller than Hunter, Hunter was broader. It was anyone’s guess who’d be the first man down.

Jay stood a little straighter. “No worries, Jules. You can drop your hold on him.”

Not a chance. The muscles bulged in Hunter’s arm, warning Julia he was preparing to throw the first punch.

“See, he’s not going to hurt me,” Jay explained as he stared straight back at Hunter. “He doesn’t want a fight. He wants…this.”

To Julia’s flabbergasted surprise, Jay flashed Hunter. Even from five odd paces away, she could see the way Jay’s cock stood proud and erect. Good God, he was turned on. With all the craziness going on around them, he was aroused.

Before she had a full second to process her thoughts, Hunter had ripped free of her grasp and leapt at Jay. He landed against him with a sickening thud. The force of his attack sent them both crashing to the floor. Jay landed on his back, spread-eagle. Hunter landed on top of him.

Hunter pulled back, lifted his arm and clenched his hand into a fist. He looked murderous.

If his hand connected with Jay’s nose, he’d break it.

Jay said something in a voice so soft Julia couldn’t hear. But Hunter did and he froze. He relaxed his hand then clenched it into a fist again. Then relaxed it.

Julia dropped to her knees, closer to the men. When Jay spoke again, she heard him.

“It’s what you want, Miles.”

“No, Baxter.” Hunter’s hand formed the fist again. Muscle strained in his back and neck. “What I want is to smash your teeth in.”

Again Jay spoke too softly to hear.

“Never,” Hunter roared and his arm flashed through the air.

Before his fist met its target, Jay flipped them both. This time Hunter landed on his back, with Jay on top of him, pinning his body down with his chest and holding his arms with his hands. They were inches away from Julia.

“You’re lying,” Jay snapped. “You want it as much as I do.”

“I want Jules, you stupid fuck. Not you.” Hunter panted as Jay pressed his weight on his chest.

“Then why do you have a massive hard-on?”

Hunter bared his teeth. “It’s adrenaline, asshole. I’m about to beat the shit out of you, and I’m excited by the thought.”

Jay shook his head. “You want to fuck the hell out of me, dickhead.”

“It’s Jules I want to fuck. You I’m gonna beat to a bloody pulp.”

“You want to fuck both of us.”

To Julia’s astonishment, Jay twisted his hips, as though dry-humping Hunter.

“Fuck you,” Hunter bellowed.

“As you wish,” Jay shot back and dropped his head fast.

For the second time in minutes Julia stared slack-jawed. Jay crushed his mouth over Hunter’s in what could only be a bruising kiss.

Hunter froze for a second before roaring back to life. Sheer brute force must have motivated him. Jay lay like a dead weight on top of him, yet in a blur of motion the men rolled a second time, and once again Hunter was on top. “Goddamn you, Jay,” he snarled.

And then his lips were on Jay’s, his tongue pushing for entrance into the other man’s mouth. The kiss looked like a violent scuffle, or a nasty battle of wills, and Julia feared one of them might do permanent damage to the other.

But Hunter gave a small moan, and the fight seemed to ebb out of him. His arms relaxed and the tension in his back visibly slackened. Any violent undertones dissipated in the air around the two men.

Julia watched, gobsmacked, as Hunter’s mouth began to seduce rather than attack, as Jay’s arms wrapped around Hunter’s back and his hands traced the outline of his spine and shoulders. She watched as the kiss transformed into a seductive sharing of passion rather than a lethal end to a friendship.

Jay was right. Hunter did want him.

Had he wanted Jay all along?

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Going All In is available at all your fave ebookstores, including Samhain, Amazon and Barnes & Noble

🙂

Jess

GLBT Month? What a Great Idea!

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To me, being gay was something I always considered normal. I grew up with a homosexual uncle and understood that he simply preferred to spend time with men, so had decided not to marry a woman and have children (paraphrasing my mother’s explanation to a six-year-old as to why her brother wasn’t going to produce me a cousin to play with). Six-year-old me shrugged and thought ‘sure, whatever’ (again, paraphrasing). Also one of my favorite bands when I was little was Queen. I used to dance around singing to ‘Crazy Little Thing Called Love’ and declare that I would marry Freddie Mercury when I grew up. Again, my mother was there to inform me that such a situation was highly unlikely. Oh damn, I thought. Another one who doesn’t want to marry a woman. I was running out of bridegroom options and I was only eight.

Luckily I discovered other Hollywood crushes and moved on from Freddie. Although even now at the age of forty-one I have rather aNPHarrisRTrachtenberg4RS crush on Neil Patrick Harris, so perhaps my stubborn tendency to want what I can’t have has never truly waned :).

When I decided to write a menage a trois story a few years back I thought it would be an MFM, as I had done one of those before. But this time I wanted to see what it was like to write a book that ended in a HEA for all three people, and I figured it would be easier to believe a HEA in that circumstance if the men were also involved with each other (this was me being pragmatic—having two men focussed on one woman is all fun and games in the beginning, but eventually that girl’s gonna get tired, you know what I’m sayin’?).

So, I decided, ‘I’ll write an MMF’.

Easy decision—difficult book to write. But as torturous as it was at times, I fell in love with my characters and am now glad I wrote the book the way I did. The process gave me a fuller understanding of what it might be like to be bisexual, a fuller understanding of love and its awesome power. It’s stronger than society’s expectations, than any one individual’s expecations—because sometimes a person simply loves another person, and their gender becomes secondary to that love. Imagine that!

Thanks for coming to celebrate GLBT month with the Divas!

Erica’s Choice: Excerpt (WARNING: FIVE ALARM HOT!!!!)EC Cover 200x300

With a minimum of preamble, Griff slipped his hand back beneath Erica’s skirt to touch silken skin. She had one foot on each side of the gearstick already, but her thighs fell apart farther when he traced the edge of her cotton underwear.

She was all sultry heat and yielding softness, the embodiment of feminine temptation. Burying his face in the sweet-smelling curtain of her hair, Griff pushed his finger inside her slick channel and groaned at the ease of his entry. “You’re so wet, Red. Tight and soft, just how I want you.”

Her words were a breathless accusation. “You made me this way.”

Griff chuckled and brushed his lips over Erica’s earlobe. “Corey started it, but you liked knowing I could hear everything that was going on. It made you hotter, didn’t it? It made you all slippery and ready for my touch.”

When she didn’t immediately respond, Griff gave her earlobe a sharp little nip. She gasped and thrust her hips into the steady motion of his hand. “Yes,” she admitted. “It turned me on. I like you being here too.”

Corey emitted a guttural noise. There was helpless arousal in the sound, with an underpinning discontent Griff couldn’t deny. Corey had wanted Erica to himself tonight, but here she was wedged between the two of them because Griff had been—face it—a bit of a selfish prick. He’d made sure he got what he wanted, no matter that it usurped Corey’s plans. The fact that Erica wanted this too didn’t nullify what it cost Corey to give up the alone time with Erica he’d been aching for.

Griff had no intention of stealing Erica out from under his friend, even if she was turning out to be a sexual firecracker, a forceful woman capable of ensuring her needs were met. In other words, much more Griff’s type than he’d realized.

He pushed aside the inkling of regret that surfaced at the idea of giving Erica up after only one night. “Corey.” Griff waited until Corey tore his eyes off Erica’s face to meet his gaze. “It’ll be all right. It’s like a treat for her, both of us wanting her so bad, making her feel good. Just this once.”

“Yeah, I get it.” Despite the words, uncertainty remained in Corey’s expression. He licked his lips in a nervous gesture. “What do I do?”

Oh fuck. A thousand possibilities flitted through Griff’s mind, at least half of them things that were definitely not on the menu. His cock jerked inside his jeans. His heart became a wild, hammering thing in his chest.

All because Corey Wachawski had licked his lips and asked for instructions.

Holy shit.

Erica whimpered in disappointment, making Griff realize he’d stilled the motion of his finger. He returned his attention to her, trying to wrestle his unwelcome Corey-related urges back into the lockbox they’d been stuffed in for going on five years now. Firmly reminding himself that they belonged there, always, because Corey’s sexuality was not a malleable thing, the way his was.

“How about it, Red?” His voice was thick, his query slow in coming. Desire seemed to have swollen his tongue. “Do you want Corey to kiss those pretty tits of yours?”

Yes.

Corey was working at the buttons of her blouse before the word was out of Erica’s mouth. Griff saw the other man’s fingers trembling as he parted Erica’s blouse and shifted her bra cups aside, exposing her breasts. The full globes were just visible in the scant light from the dash instruments, but Griff’s breath caught.

Corey sighed. “Erica, you’re perfect.” Then he bent his head to her.

The soft sucking sounds Corey made as he gave Erica’s breasts their due attention made Griff’s cock buck and weep inside his Levis. “That’s it, Cor, suck those tasty nipples. Make her squirm.” Griff wasn’t even sure Corey heard him because his voice was so raspy. He whispered in Erica’s ear. “You like it, Red? You just about ready to come?”

Her incoherent moan wasn’t clear, but the hot spill of her feminine juice on his fingers screamed yes. She was close to losing it. Hell, Griff was close to losing it himself, merely from the sound and smell of her—of both of them.

The metallic noise of Corey’s zipper being lowered rent the claustrophobic space of his car’s interior. Griff squeezed his eyes shut, as though that could somehow lessen the impact of the knowledge that Erica was blindly reaching into Corey’s open jeans and fondling his cock.

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Hot, right? Erica’s Choice is available at all your usual retailers, and probably a few unusual ones as well 🙂

Samhain        Amazon       B&N

And it will be out in print next month!!!!

Yay!

Cheers,

Sami

A Sexy Snippet

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It’s been a busy month for me and I’ve barely had time to scratch myself. Well that’s not true, I could have scratched myself quite easily, it’s something I could do while I’m doing something else so barely takes any time. Strange saying, that.

Anyhoo, I thought I’d share a little snippet from my Ellora’s Cave release today, because it’s now available on Amazon as well as in almost any format from Ellora’s Cave. It’s also now discounted at Booktopia, Australia’s fastest growing online bookstore.

This snippet is from Chapter Three, when Sarah still believes David is an escort she hired and David just thinks he’s gotten really, really lucky :). You should see what happens when she finds out the truth!

Here you go:

For a first-time stud for hire, David was a truly terrific kisser.

Sarah kept losing herself to the gentle demand of his lips, the hot sweep of his inquisitive tongue. Every time she toldjustonetaste_msr (2) herself to move things along, get to the good stuff, she stopped herself with the realization that this was the good stuff. The swamping kisses that ratcheted the lust higher by degrees until she was panting and hot, ready for anything.

She had no idea how much time passed but it seemed like ages before Sarah could bring herself to draw back and regain her breath. They were both still fully dressed. That was an irritant Sarah was no longer willing to endure.

Reluctantly, she stepped out of David’s embrace and turned. Without issuing a verbal invitation, Sarah headed for the bedroom and its king bed covered in a magenta-and-gold quilt and a mess of throw pillows. She was aware of David’s intense focus on her as she parted the side zipper on her dress and let it slip from her shoulders. She was confident she looked good in the gauzy black lingerie and thigh-high stockings, complete with garter belt and heels. Her mother had taught her the importance of watching what she ate and Sarah enjoyed working out. At thirty-three she had the same body she’d had ten years ago.

She rarely showed it off anymore. Two failed engagements, one that had ended only a year ago, had made her gun-shy when it came to men. But this wasn’t a potential relationship, this was a transaction. There was no chance she’d get hurt here, so Sarah enjoyed the appreciation in David’s assessment as she stripped, relished the haste she sensed in his strides as he followed her into the bedroom.

From the doorway, he said, his voice husky, “I forgive myself.” Sarah glanced at him over her shoulder, one eyebrow raised. His perusal blazed a trail over her body that left gooseflesh. “This is probably the dumbest thing I’ve ever done, but you are bloody perfect. So I forgive myself.”

Sarah delighted in the rough compliment, her curiosity about this man digging a little deeper. He really was wrestling with the whole sex-for-cash thing. Thank goodness the fiscal details had been handled by his agent—or madam, whatever she was called. Sarah couldn’t imagine David nonchalantly slipping a roll of fifties into his suit jacket.

Speaking of which, she wanted his off. She needed to see if those broad shoulders of his were as solid and strong as they had felt through the layers of fabric. “Take off your coat.”

His lips quirked as he pushed off the doorjamb with his shoulder and prowled into the room. He slipped off his suit jacket and laid it across a chair in the corner. He went automatically for his tie then stopped. He met her gaze. “This too?”

Between Sarah’s thighs, damp heat flared. “Yes,” she rasped.

Sarah watched, captivated, as David slowly undid his tie and slipped it off. The slide of silk made a faint whoosh in the silence that tantalized Sarah’s senses. When he made no move to release any of the buttons on his shirt, her nipples became pained peaks. He was going to make her push for all of it. She wouldn’t have thought that would make her so hot.

“Unbutton your shirt and take it off.”

The first glimpse of brown skin at his throat make her knees weaken. Sarah sat on the bed, hoping she appeared more nonchalant than she was as she watched him. There was a patch of dark hair in the center of his chest. As he released more of the buttons, Sarah followed its path downward with her eyes, until the tantalizing strip disappeared beneath his waistline.

She saw the telltale bulge behind his fly and her mouth watered. Holding off on making the demand that leapt to her tongue, Sarah settled for drinking in the sight of him shirtless.

He was incredible. Steely muscle overlaid by golden flesh and that fine peppering of masculine hair. He hadn’t built that body in a gym, the definition wasn’t orderly. But he was strong everywhere and so male in a way that was raw, not carefully sculpted. Sarah couldn’t believe her luck in being sent this man. He was hers for the night, and the realization made her pussy contract in anticipation.

“Sarah.” The rough edge in his voice made her meet his eyes again. The passion she saw swirling there took her breath. “Keep staring at me like that and I can’t promise I’ll continue to be so polite.”

His warning increased her arousal tenfold. He might be allowing her to lead but her mastery of the situation was tenuous. It made the idea of commanding his actions all the more exciting. “Come over here and kiss me again.”

Yummy, right?

Sami

Erica’s Blog Tour Stop 2

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So the day has finally arrived. Erica’s Choice is available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. Woohoo! And here at the Divas, it’s the second stop on Erica’s big release week blog tour. PRIZES to be won people, so read on:

Sami’s Big Comeback Blog Tour: instructions

There aren’t many instructions because this will be as easy as pie. All you need to do is follow my five stop blog tour (locations at the end of the post), where I’ll be showcasing a little slice of the book each time. Follow the excerpt trail, answer one simple question about the excerpt in a comment, and each comment will go in the draw to win the grand prize of a $25 gift voucher to spend on any book you want at the Samhain store, a copy of Erica’s Choice AND an ebook from my backlist. I’ll also choose two more winners at random from all the comments received, and they will win a copy of Erica’s Choice as well. Comment on as many of the five posts as you like–this will increase your chances of winning (but your name will only be counted once per post). All individual names from each post will go in the draw. If you want to go backward, Excerpt 1 is here.

Erica’s Choice: Blurb

High school teacher Erica Shannon isn’t a one-night stand kind of girl. Pair that with an aversion to relationships, and she’s resigned to no love life at all. Then one horrifying discovery propels her off her take-no-risks path, and into the arms of the stars of her midnight fantasies.

When his friend and fellow firefighter threatens to make a move on Erica, Corey figures he’d better get over the notion that she’s way out of his league—fast—before he has to get in line.

Griff never thought he’d get the chance to introduce Corey to the combustible delights of multi-partner play, until he senses the sheer volume of sexual energy surging beneath Erica’s repressed exterior.

A blazing night of passion has unexpected consequences. Corey is surprised to discover the woman of his dreams, and that he doesn’t mind sharing her—or himself—with Griff. But Griff finds his heart pulled down a romantic path he vowed he’d never venture again.

Erica? She’s got a problem on her hands. Hold two, hardwired-to-rescue firemen at arm’s length—and away from her heart—until she’s fought and won a battle that may well destroy her

 

Erica’s Blog Tour Excerpt 2

“Erica.” Corey tried for a soothing tone. “I think you’re a stunner.”

“But you also think I’m frigid, is that it?”

Corey could have sworn there was a smirk in Griff’s voice. “I never said that.”

“You’re just a bit…daunting.” Her eyes narrowed, and Corey hurried to fix the damage. “I mean to me. A bit. Because you seem really smart, and probably date doctors or lawyers, blokes with degrees, instead of guys like me.”

Guys who barely finished high school and had to take the aptitude test twice before they’d let him become a fiery. Corey figured his verbal fumbling was only highlighting the notion he wasn’t as intelligent as her or the men she was probably used to hanging out with. His heart felt heavy as he finished. “I thought you might tell me to take a walk.”

Her anger seethed in the silence for a few moments during which Corey was certain he’d blown it completely. Why did Griff have to open his big mouth?

Then abruptly, Erica spoke, her words coming out in a staccato rhythm. “The last man I dated was a history professor. His name was Doug. We dated for over two years. We had plenty to talk about, but he was hardly interested in touching me. I want someone who’s interested in touching me.”

Corey was so stunned by the idea that Erica’s ex-boyfriend hadn’t been all over her every minute of every day that he didn’t speak for a moment. Into the silence, Griff’s laugh danced. His voice was warm and raspy. “I think you can stop looking, Red.”

Corey watched in astonishment as Griff reached up and smoothed a hand over Erica’s hair. It was a gesture filled with surprising affection, with tacit apology for his frankness. It was also a liberty taken that Corey was amazed Erica allowed. But she didn’t upbraid Griff or wrench away. Instead she closed her eyes on a sigh, as though his touch contented her, made her…

No way. No way is Griff turning her on.

Question: How long did Erica date Doug?

I’ll announce the winner at the end of the weekend on my blog (www.samilee.com). But don’t forget to leave your email address so I can contact you direct. Other stops on the tour are:

Sami Lee: http://www.samilee.com/wordpress/?page_id=25

Down Under Divas: https://downunderdivas.wordpress.com/

Daydrmz: http://daydrmzzz.blogspot.com.au/

International Heat: http://internationalheat.wordpress.com/

Smutketeers: http://www.smutketeers.com/

Good luck!

Sami

Gotta Super-Secret Treat For You All…

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This is a little snippet from my current work-in-progress. It’s called Suck and Blow and it’s part of a four-book series RC and I are doing together. At this point in time I can’t tell you who it will be released with (have to keep it a secret for contract reasons) but you should see it (and Rhian’s) sometime late in the year.

Remember the parties you went to when you were a teenager? The complete abandonment of inhibitions as you played games like Truth or Dare? Spin the Bottle? Suck and Blow? Strip Twister? Remember how free you felt? How hard you laughed and how you wished you never had to grow up, like really grow up?

Now, imagine if you got to experience that kind of party again? Just one night, forgetting you were a responsible adult complete with all the baggage a responsible adult carries with them every day. Imagine, for one night, at one amazing party, you got to play those games again.

Party Games, a four book series from Rhian Cahill and Lexxie Couper, submerges the reader in the interconnected stories of nine adults and the party that sees their lives change forever.

Super-secret Snippet (remember, this is untouched by an editor’s hand so there’s bound to be mistakes aplenty *grin*)

He shoved his hand under her shirt and captured her breast, pushing the hemline up with his forearm before claiming her nipple through her bra with his mouth.

“Oh, fuck, yes!”

He sucked hard, holding her breast with one hand and her wrists with the other. Her nipple stiffened more so under his tongue, becoming rock-hard and distended. He drew it deeper into his mouth, pulsing his suction as he rolled his tongue over and over its form.

Frankie’s mewling begs and wordless moans grew louder. She pushed her hips forward again, seeking his. He chuckled around her nipple, enjoying the way she tried to pull him closer to her heat with her leg.

But he was in charge of her pleasure. Moving his mouth from her breast, he snagged his fingers under the edge of her bra and yanked it aside, watching in rapt hunger as her creamy flesh was revealed to him.

“You have the hottest breasts I’ve ever seen, Frankie,” he uttered, dragging his thumb over her moist nipple. A deep thrill shot through him at the feel of his saliva on her skin. It was a primitive, base response of possession and it made his erection jerk in his jeans.

“Seen a few, have you?” Her question was a panted rasp.

He chuckled, raising his gaze from her breast to her face. Her cheeks were flushed with pink heat, her eyes half-shuttered, her lips parted. It was the face of absolute pleasure. “Enough to know yours are sublime.” He nipped at her nipple with his lips, and she hitched in a breath, her hips thrusting toward him in a move he knew was beyond her control. “Perfect.”

She laughed, her eyes closing as she tried to tug him to her heat again. “Damn, you always did know the right thing to say, Alley Cat.”

He shook his head, scraping his thumb over her nipple again. “Not true,” he murmured, watching the pulse in her neck beat wildly beneath her skin, “if I did, I would have told you ten years ago I wanted you so fucking much it hurt.”

His confession made her whimper, her eyebrows pulling into a frown he could have sworn was one of grief.

“Make me come, Alec,” she whispered, “please, make me come.”

He brushed his lips over hers, releasing his grip on her wrists as he did so. “Gladly.”

His hands found her waistline and he shoved her leather pants down her hips, pushing them as far they would go before her boots stopped them. It was enough to expose her pussy, the tattooed gun teasing him from behind her lace g-string. Lowering to his knees, he placed his hands on her inner thighs, stroking a thumb over her folds, rolling it over her clit before dipping his tongue between her legs.

She shoved her pussy to his mouth, her hands finding his hair and gripping fast. He stoked his tongue over her folds, the lace of her g-string an erotic friction he both loved and despised. That she wore lace stirred something purely male and chauvinistic inside him; that the lace prevented him touching her completely pissed him off.

With a grunt, he hooked a finger under the thin, skimpy crotch and pulled it aside.

“Oh, God…”

Frankie’s exclamation danced over his senses, as did the subtle musk of her juices filling his breath. He rubbed his thumb over her folds, her cream slicking his flesh immediately. She was so wet for him. Sodden with pleasure. Lowering his head, he lapped at her pussy lips, delving between her labia with an insistent stroke before finding her clit. He sucked on its tiny form, Frankie’s hip driving forward with a brutal buck.

“Shit, Alec,” she gasped, her fists balling tighter in his hair, “if you do that again, I’m going to—”

He did it again. And again.

“Fuck,” Frankie cried, the word a long drawn-out groan. “I’m going to come. Oh, God, I’m going to—”

He thrust his tongue into her slit, delving it deep, swirling at around before dragging it over her clit once more.

Frankie’s hip convulsed, her pussy weeping juices as her nails dug into his scalp. “Oh, God, Alec. I’m…I’m…”

He closed his lips and teeth around her clit. And bit. Gently.

“Fuck!” Frankie’s orgasm erupted from her, sweet cream coating his tongue, his lips, his chin. She ground into his face, bucking over and over again, her cries becoming wordless sounds that made Alec’s balls rise up and his cock flood with hot, impatient need.

And before Frankie could recover from the climax he’d wrought on her body, he stood and threw her over his shoulder, grapping her naked, glorious arse and holding her tight, the sounds of her breathless laughter trailing them as he strode down the hall to his bedroom.

***

There you go. What did you all think of that? Be honest. I can take it 🙂

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