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Cowboy radar–Rhonda Lee Carver

Have you ever been in a public place, see a handsome man and think to yourself…”wow, he’d make a great cover model.” That happens to me a lot and I sadly keep walking when all I want to do is stop, ask for his name and number. No, not for the reason you’re thinking. I want him to appear on the cover of one of my books. The other day, my wee one and I were walking in the park and I spotted the perfect ‘model’. Tall, built spectacular (I like my men more on the natural side, although I respect how much work it takes for buff models to get toned with no body fat), and strong–he was running up and down a big hill, over and over, sweating, slick…oh my. My radar triggered, the desire to ask him if he’d consider modeling was rolling through my brain, and he was right there…

There are several factors to consider here. One, how corny is it to walk up to a man and ask if he’d model for you? Reminds me of one of those Lifetime creepy movies where photographers approach attractive women and lure them back to a private spot for sinister acts. With that in mind, I’m 5’2, around 110. He was a good 6’2, weighing at least 200. Cross the perverted and sinister act off. Two, it takes an outgoing, brave soul to approach anyone and ask them such a question. I look around for a wife, girlfriend, lover, partner…anyone who’d think I was flirting. No one in sight. You’d never believe how many women/men refuse to let their partner model for a romance novel.

Okay, so I’ve talked myself into asking the guy. After all, he could say yes, or no. It’s a toss up.

I tell my wee one what I’m going to do and she freaks out. Suddenly I’ve moved from the cool mom box to the embarrassing mom box. What?!? Her face turns three shades of innocent red and she takes off at a run. And here’s the thing…the understanding that I have with my kids is that I’m their mom. Being embarrassed by me is part of life. I can’t help that anymore than I can control the weather. Just as they can’t help that they bug the shit out of me at times. But we still love each other. Amazingly so.

Out of respect for my kid, I walk on–well, actually run because she is about a half mile ahead of me at this point. It’s unbelievable how fast a kid can move with the right motivation. Dang! I just know he would have said yes!

 

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Excerpt:

She hinged at the waist, wrapping her fingers around his wide girth and bending over him. She couldn’t wait to get her mouth on him and, just as she was about to suckle him between her lips, a knock came at the door.

Dade stiffened and she narrowed her eyes. “Go away,” she muttered.

Another heavy pounding came and the vase sitting on the table shook.

Felicia sat up, trepidation racing down her spine. She looked at Dade in curiosity, mouthing, “Who is it?”

He shrugged. “I’ll look.”

With disappointment, she unclutched his cock and watched him cross to the window. He looked as good going as he did coming. His ass was tight and squeezable.

“Oh fuck!” he whispered.

Her breath caught. “What?”

A pale, pasty color took the place of Dade’s normal olive complexion. “Chase is out there.”

“Oh shit!” She bounced off the bed and pulled the shirt around to cover her nudity. “What do we do?”

“We don’t answer the door like this.” He started for his jeans on the floor. She’d never seen a man slip into pants so quickly before. “You go to the bathroom and get dressed. I’ll take care of Chase.”

“Are you sure?” This could be World War Three getting ready to erupt.

He nodded. “Yes, I’m sure.”

“Open up. I know you’re in there!” Chase yelled through the door.

“You’ll need this.” She slipped his shirt from her shoulders and handed it over. She moved toward the bathroom carrying her clothes when Dade caught her by the elbow and pulled her back. She looked up at him, confused. “Yes?”

“One more.” He kissed her on the lips. It was brief, but it told her they were on each other’s side when it came to Chase.

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It’s Here! Makin’ It Right by Dalton Diaz

I’m excited to announce that Makin’ It Right, Book 1 in my Hotel Rendezvous series, is now available for 99 cents at all vendors. Woot!

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Makin’ It Right
Hotel Rendezvous Book 1
by Dalton Diaz

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Welcome to the Menger Hotel. Where a Hotel Rendezvous isn’t always as it seems.

High School reunions are supposed to be about seeing how your classmates fared in the real world. For Jenn Bailey, it’s nothing more than good business for her beauty parlor.

Until it means her first love is coming back to town.

Eric Somers is a man on a mission. His biggest regret is not manning up after an embarrassing first time in the sack. Heading back to San Antonio for his ten-year reunion is the perfect opportunity to apologize…and maybe show Jenn Bailey he’d learned a thing or two between the sheets.

Excerpt:

The only thing that would feel better would be skin on skin. The chair was wide, and Jenn used it to her advantage by getting onto her knees, kicking off her heels in the process. It didn’t leave her as fully in his lap as before, but she had use of her hands. She went straight for the buttons of his dress shirt.

She’d seen his chest before, had felt every inch of it beneath her fingers. What was revealed with the release of each button was familiar yet different in subtle ways that made her ache to explore further. His breathing became more ragged, and he watched from lowered lids as she finally spread the open halves of his shirt.

His muscles were harder and more defined, his nipples slightly darker, tempting points. He had a bit more hair across his pecs than before, a smattering darker and thicker than that on his head.

This was a man’s chest. One she found very enticing.

The hair below his belly button was thicker and darker now, too. She followed that path with the tip of her finger until halted by his dress pants and belt.

“Oh shit,” he swore under his breath.

Jenn wasn’t sure he was aware he’d said it aloud as he let go of her waist and clutched the sides of the chair. She stopped moving in his lap, needing her concentration. There was so much to explore, and she didn’t want to miss a thing.

She pushed the shirt down to his wrists. “Leave it there,” she demanded before he could let go to remove it.

“Want your dress off,” he grated.

“Not yet.”

His eyes opened all the way, and he focused on her for a moment, then he closed them again on a groan as she began her exploration, starting at the hollow of his neck. She took her time over every inch, taking special care at his pecs, tracing the veins in his arms, his dark nipples. She loved making the muscles in his chest and arms flex with the varying strength of his grip on the chair. He trembled a few times and quickly brought it under control until she once more circled his bellybutton and traced the trail to his pants.

This time she didn’t stop at his belt buckle. She had it undone in two seconds flat, and he sucked in a sharp breath as she manipulated the button of his slacks.

Then she very carefully lowered his zipper.

“Jenn. Your dress,” he gasped between breaths. “I’m losing it. So pretty. Don’t want to…rip it.”

She looked up to find his eyes on her, the lust in his gaze making all five feet of her feel like a sexual Amazon. With a slow smile, she lowered the hidden zipper at her side and reached down to where the hem was bunched at her hips. Then she drew the dress over her head and tossed it to the floor.

He groaned and met and held her gaze like a lifeline. “I like this. I mean, I really like this, but I don’t know how much longer I can stand it. You have to come first.”

That didn’t make any sense. Unless he thought she wasn’t enjoying what she was doing? He couldn’t be more wrong. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No. God no! Just know that when I reach the end of my rope, I’m going to haul you over to that bed.”

“Well, that sounds good, too, but I am enjoying myself.” She ran her finger over the impressive, cloth-covered ridge that bulged between the open plackets of his slacks. “Honest.”

Oh fuck.” He looked away for a moment and took several deep breaths. “Please, Jenn. I don’t want to blow it with you again.”

Oh! He’d meant physically come first. The realization brought a warm bloom to her cheeks. She’d been so focused on her own success outside her comfort zone that she’d forgotten they were both trying to rewrite their history.

In his case, she had to come first.

“Understood,” she assured him. “But I want to keep going until the very last second you can stand it.”

He nodded his agreement. “I’m close, Jenn. Really close.”

“I like that. I mean, I really like that,” she said with a grin, throwing his words back at him.

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My Valentine’s Day and 99 cent Sale!

I think my husband, aka Stud, is a very lucky man when it comes to Valentine’s Day. He can’t buy me chocolate – I’m allergic. He can’t buy me flowers – I’m allergic. (Plus, I’d get really mad at him for spending money on something that costs a lot and lasts a week at best.)

I do like going out to eat, but not during holiday times with big crowds and feeling rushed as the next wave of people breathe down your neck. So what’s left?

Cheap and easy. Yup, that’s me.

For our very first Valentine’s Day, back when we were first dating, I had to attend a funeral of a close family friend. Stud came over to my house later that night, bearing homemade lasagna. Over the years, we’ve come up with different variations of this, with one or the other taking the reins. It kind of depends who needs the other to step up more at the time.

This Sunday will be our 27th Valentine’s Day together. It’s one of the years that I’m stepping up because I have a need. I need to cook and have it matter. Since we became empty nesters, my cooking has done a bit of a slide. I still love to do it, but it’s just not necessary to put full meals on the table every night for two people.

Well, this weekend, my son is bringing two of his college roommates home with him for something that has nothing to do with Valentine’s Day, but I get to fill the house with good food. These poor guys have existed on really bad college food (most is bad, theirs is REALLY bad) for months. I get to change that this weekend. Strange as it sounds, Happy Valentine’s Day to me!

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Great Zeus by Dalton Diaz
Oh My God by Ashlyn Chase
Two Gods are in big trouble with Zeus. Gods will be gods and when these two taunt a fire goddess for their own entertainment, she erupts, literally, creating a whole new Hawaiian island. But Zeus is not amused and must teach them a lesson they won’t forget. Who knew their punishment would lead to finding the loves of their lives?

Great Zeus by Dalton Diaz
Epimetheus knows he screwed up. Well, he knows it since Zeus pointed it out with a lightning bolt or two. He’s willing to take his punishment like a Titan, but all bets are off when his beloved dead wife Pandora shows up. Pandy has no memory of him. Epimetheus has no powers, and no forethought. What could possibly go wrong?

Oh My God by Ashlyn Chase
Rewritten and expanded version of 2009 Eppie nominee, same title

The Greek God of wine, women, and party, falls off a balcony during Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Now he has amnesia. All he knows is that they call him ‘Big D’, he drinks too much and ought to give up alcohol for Lent.

Mandy and Brenda flashed Dionysus right before he fell. They’re nice enough to take him to an AA meeting, and then back to their homes until he recovers his memory. Fortunately, they’re not too nice to be naughty.

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Exclusive First Chapter of Lucan by Kim Black – Reckless Anthology

Hey All! I have been dying to share my piece for the Reckless Anthology and I am so happy to be able to give you all a pre-view!

This piece is completely different from anything I’ve written before.

I hope that you all enjoy it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

 

CHAPTER ONE

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“Day one hundred and thirty six,” I mumble to myself as I gingerly cross from the bedroom into the bathroom. That is the number of days I have been in remission since beginning my new treatment plan with my doctors.

It has been a long road, but somehow—through much research, tears and groveling to the big guy upstairs—I have finally found a way to keep my condition in check. Or, at least, somewhat in check.

Remission for me dO’t mean that I didn’t still get the occasional lump here and there, but for the most part I have gotten my HS in control. Who would have thought?

My secret? Stress free living and a new diet regimen that seems to be keeping whatever triggers that had plagued me for years at bay. It’s a tough route to take and many HS sufferers don’t even consider doing what I do, but I have made the choice to try this plan. So far, it’s been beneficial, although I am so dying for a slice of pizza or my favorite… Vanilla bean ice cream.

The change of my diet has been the roughest on me. I have always been a very picky eater, but nonetheless, I am a foodie through and through. There is nothing like a good bacon cheeseburger or the right Caribbean style bake macaroni and cheese. All my absolute favs, but I can’t have any of it.

Why? Because of fucking HS.

Many people aren’t even familiar with the disease and those who suffer from it tend to be a bit embarrassed by it. I happen to be one of those people. Nothing is more embarrassing than having a huge abscess like golf ball between your legs or under your arm. Or when it’s so bad that you can’t even close your legs and walk.

How the hell do you explain it to people? I can’t really say, ‘Oh, I’m walking like this because there is a huge baseball sized lump in between my legs, right next to my lady bits.’ Yeah, right!

I don’t bother explaining anymore. I just ignore the stares when I get a flare up and silently curse them out because they are all normal and have never dealt with such a debilitating disease that shows no signs of ever being cured. No, I am not going to explain any of it to anyone anymore.

I even stopped dating a few years ago. Really, what the hell is the point? What man would want to deal with the fact that you can’t always have sex and that you are in pain all the time? That’s way too much to ask of anyone. So, I have decided to just remain single.

It’s not so bad, really. I mean, it would be nice to have someone that understands all that I am going through while fighting this disease. But after my ex broke up with me and specifically told me that he just couldn’t handle my being sick all the time, I figured I’d better cut my loses and fit myself for a chastity belt made of reinforced steel.

As I turn on the water in the bathroom, I sigh as I think back to how much Jason had hurt me. We’d only been going together for a few months, nothing too serious really so I wasn’t upset about it ending. It was the reasons behind the break up that messed me up. It still affects me till this day if I am to be very honest with myself.

But in the end, I realize now that he had done me a favor and made me see how selfish it is to take someone else down this journey through HS with me. It’s my disease, my broken body and I have to deal with it on my own.

Shortly after starting my new regimen, I quit my job. I loved being an accountant for one of the biggest banks in New York, but the stress of the job proves to be too much on my body. Often times, I would get three or four HS flare ups, making just getting out of the bed difficult. So, despite the fact that I had no means of making money doing anything else, I resigned.

Three months later, I began working from home as a virtual assistant for a few small businesses in the Brooklyn – Bedford Stuyvesant area. It isn’t as fast pace and hectic as my last job, but it pays the bills and that’s all I can ask for.

Stepping out of the shower, I make my way back to my bedroom, opening the top draw to my dresser and pull out my daytime pajama set. I chuckle as I throw it on, since it makes absolutely no sense to have two different levels of pajamas. But since I rarely leave the apartment, I feel the need to differentiate between the PJs I wear during the day while I worked and the ones I wear at night to go to bed. It’s silly, I know, but it works for me and that’s all that matters.

Strolling to the kitchen, I hit the button on the coffee machine and go through the process of starting up my computer. I have a lot of work ahead of me today and only eight hours to get it done. Two of the companies I work with have recently began increasing their revenues, which in turn mean more work for me, organizing all their documents and spreadsheets.

Once the computer is turned on, I head back to the retrieve my coffee as there is absolutely no way I can start my day without it—even if it’s the decaffeinated stuff. Freaking HS took that away from me too. Still, I pretend it’s the good stuff and need it just as much as I would the real deal.

Pouring the dark liquid into my ‘Hello Kitty’ cup, I mentally do a rundown of my to-do list, reorganizing in my mind what takes priority. Placing the glass coffee decanter back, I reach for the refrigerator to retrieve some vanilla soy milk. Looking on the both the top shelf and the side compartments of the door, I groan when I realize that I have run out.

Closing the refrigerator door, I eye the dark liquid in my cup suspiciously. I’d never been one to drink black coffee, but I wonder if my dislike for the taste will win over having to go to the grocery store.

I bring the cup closer to my face, smelling it and then blowing on it gently, all the while mentally preparing myself.

Just pretend it’s not black, I tell myself just as I bring the mug to my lips and tip it over only to immediately twirl around and spit it back up into the sink.

“Shit,” I grumble as I place the mug down on the kitchen island and make my way back to my bedroom.

Looks like I have to head to the store first before beginning my work day. Trust me, my employers will thank me for it. There is nothing worse than me without my morning Joe crunching numbers in excel.

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Lucan

The tension in the air intensifies as Petrov advances to the center of the room. His posture is straight, his steel blue eyes void of all emotion and his moves are purposeful.

Straightaway, Vladimir and his men are on high alert, standing around the dimly lit room awaiting to hear the purpose of this impromptu meeting. Each knows that Petrov is not a man to request your presence without cause, as speaking to anyone below the rank of Vladimir is beneath him and for the others to be called in meant the boss is not happy.

I look around the room, and take in the selected few before us. The air of the room is charged in anticipation and wariness. I know something isn’t right. From the second I was called in this morning, my stomach has been churning.

On the rare occasions Petrov has called a meeting, it has never ended well—almost always ending in bloodshed. So it isn’t a matter of what he has to say tonight. No, it’s a matter of who would die and why. But that isn’t what bothers me as I stand to the right of Petrov, and Alexandrov—aka Alexander, his brother, to his left.

I’ve spent the last ten years working for The Petrov Crime Family, one of the most ruthless Russian organizations in New York. I’d started as a Byki, a bodyguard under the Vor, Vladimir, a man as heartless as a stone. This is where Petrov started most men. Only with Vladimir’s seal of approval did you advance.

Swarm too much and you were killed. Seem too eager and you were also killed. He only picks the best of the best and after working under him for three years, I’d been advanced to a contractor. Lethal, brutal and the best. This earned me favor with Vladimir and then finally with Petrov.

Faithfully, I served Petrov until my talents and skills positioned me to where I am today—the place I’d set my sights on from the time I’d entered the family. As Petrov’s Councilor or the Sovietnik as the Russians calls it, I am his right hand man.

Standing beside Petrov as his second in command, despite the fact that I am not a full blown Russian—a transgression Alexander seems to hold against me at every cause—I am not in the position where a meeting is called without my knowledge. The fact that I too am left in the dark does not sit well with me, but of course this is of no concern to Petrov. And so, I keep my mouth shut and my eyes and ears open.

“Do you know why I have called this meeting?” Petrov asks once he’s situated behind his desk.

The room grows eerie quiet as all eyes are trained on the boss. Despite the fact that each one of us know the outcome of this meeting, not one of the men show a single sign of fear. They know better. Fear has no place in the presence of Petrov. He both detests it and thrives on it.

Petrov eyes each man penetratingly before continuing, “I received a phone call last night from my contact within the authorities. I am sure you all remember Andrei. It seems the FBI has been investigating our shipments and he has reason to believe that one of my men may be an informant.”

Petrov kept his voice devoid of emotion and calm even though I know he is anything but. If there is any sin one is capable of committing against the brotherhood that Petrov despises it would be a rat and I can’t help but swallow down the rise of panic in my chest.

I can’t deny that today’s meeting should have me worried, but I have done everything possible to remain fully infiltrated within the family. I’ve done every task asked of me, without question or hesitation. No, Petrov couldn’t have known, but that didn’t stop the bead of sweat from falling from my brow.

If Petrov has gotten wind that an informant has infiltrated the brotherhood then my time here is nearing an end and I’m not sure how I feel about this. It’s true that my mission is to get as much information as I can about the brotherhood so that the FBI can build a strong case against us, but therein lies the problem. Somewhere along the way I have stopped referring to the brotherhood as them and more as us. The lines that divide good and evil are so blurred when you are made to do the thing I’ve been ordered to do.

I have killed, mercilessly. I’ve tortured the enemies of the brotherhood with no remorse and if I were to be completely truthful, I’d do it again. For them. For us.

“Lucan.” He calls my name as he turns his head to face me. Raising my sweat covered brow only slightly as my heart pounds violently against my chest, I regard him as well. “Has the brotherhood not treated you well?” he asks as he leans forward in his chair and claps his hands together on the desk.

I give him a curt nod, “Of course, Petrov. The brotherhood is my life.” My answer is sure, strong, but not defensive just as it should be. It is also true, but only partially since I am not completely sure where my loyalty lies.

I have trained for this mission for well over five years before infiltrating. I know all that there is to know about the Petrov Bratva and most importantly, I am the best liar in the bureau. Trained to pass any lie detector test both manually and electronically without worry, so I know he suspects nothing from my answer.

He nods his head and regards his brother next, “And you Alexandrov, have I not been well to you?”

Alexander jerks his head in confusion, turning to face his only brother before answering, “Of course, brother.”

Petrov turns to face Vladimir next and I can see a silent exchange between the two men. Most would miss it, but not me.

The eyes.

You can tell a lot about a person just by looking into their eyes. Vladimir’s show acceptance and Petrov, understanding. Though I am not sure what their exchange is in regards to, I know it is not him who will fall before Petrov today.

Still, I force myself to remain stoical even though their exemption of me in this manner would be considered a slap in the face. I am the second in command and therefore should be made aware of what is going on.

Alexander is the next to speak, “Brother, what is all this? Are you going to hold us here all day while you ogle your men?” His annoyance is clear in his voice and his eyes, hold something I can’t quite place. Fear? Maybe…

I don’t understand it. I know for sure Alexander isn’t with the bureau, but his demeanor is questionable.

“All in good time, my brother.”

Petrov stands to his feet and rounds the desk. His movements are as sure as they always are when he stands in front of his safe, enters a code and pulls out his gun. I have seen that gun many times and still it puts me on edge each time he removes it from his safe.

The spravedlivost, justice. It’s what Petrov calls the steal in his hands—the gun a gift from his father before passing the Bratva over to him. Many of men have stared into the barrel of the stainless, prized weapon, begging for mercy. But mercy has no place in the brotherhood. Petrov doesn’t issue second chances and absolution to those he deems the enemy and anyone who crosses the brother is in fact an enemy.

“The brotherhood takes second place to nothing. I am the beginning and the end for all those who fall under my rule. You have no mother, no father, no sister—”

The sound of justice going off the second he turns around cuts him off and much to everyone’s surprise Alexander stumbles to the ground, blood pouring from his chest.

“And, no brother,” he finishes before turning swiftly and replacing the gun in the safe. “Lucan, be sure that his replacement is trust worthy, yeah?” is all he says before he exits the room.

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Free book by Alice Gaines

Alice Gaines_Kiss Frog_500x750For the next few weeks, my contemporary romance, Kiss the Frog is free at Amazon, Google Play, Apple, and Smashwords.  The book is the first in my Princes of Danislova series.

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Pity sex with the shyest student in the lab?

That’s what Felice Larson’s friends have blackmailed her into. Dev VonRamsberg seems nice enough, if you can see past the hair that hangs in his face, the glasses, and the corduroy slacks. It’ll be embarrassing for her and possibly humiliating for him, but if Felice doesn’t follow through, the others will let their professor know she ditched on a critical research trip. So she borrows a key and lets herself into Dev’s apartment in the middle of the night and promptly gets the surprise of her life.

Christian Devlin Philippe Pascal VonRamsberg, Crown Prince, and Heir Apparent to the Throne of Danislova, has lusted after his co-student, Felice Larson, for months but hasn’t followed through because of his obligations back home. But now that she’s literally snuck into his bed, he takes full advantage, much to their mutual delight. Dev’s been hiding out in plain sight in the United States so he can get his graduate degree and enjoy a more or less normal life before he has to return to Danislova to fulfill his duties to his country. He never expected to fall for an American woman, but now that he has, how can he give her a happy ending?

 

Excerpt:

The bedroom proved as unremarkable as the living room. Illumination also snuck in through the blinds here. The room held no more than a dresser, an end table, and a huge bed. For a guy’s place, it was all pretty tidy, as was the bathroom, at least from what she could see from a night light in there. The display of an alarm clock showed Dev himself lying face down against the sheet, the covers exposing a broad expanse of naked back. He slept in the nude? Interesting.

With no rational excuse to delay, she quickly kicked out of her shoes and removed her clothing. The air cooled her skin, setting up goose bumps along her arms. She shivered, although the air wasn’t really all that cold. Across the room, Dev’s soft breathing brought home the message. She’d soon cuddle up to his body. No matter how shy, he was still a man with a man’s anatomy and a man’s needs.

After pulling the strip of condoms from the pocket of her jeans, she approached the bed.

How had she never noticed Dev’s size before? Sure, he slumped, but she couldn’t have missed the fact that he was easily as tall as Ben. Though not as beefy as Ben, Dev nevertheless had shoulders as broad. The back she’d studied from across the room now appeared like an expanse of flesh, solid muscle with a furrow down the middle.

One of his hands lay splayed hear his head, the long fingers spread against the sheet. From this close, he didn’t resemble any kind of nerdling. dork, or geek she’d ever seen before. His hair had fallen back from his face, exposing a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and a pair of lips sculpted for sin. Only his long eyelashes suggested innocence.

She shivered again, although this time she didn’t try blaming it on the temperature in the room. He suddenly seemed so male and big and, well, desirable. A physical knowledge blossomed inside her body…the sort of communication that didn’t require words. Her sex clenched, grasping for something that it hadn’t had for months.

Wicked thoughts formed in her mind. What would those fingers feel like against her breasts, her nipples? Would he have a large tool? Would it stay hard for a good, long time before he came? Would she have the courage to show him how to make her climax?

Still clutching the strip of condoms, she lifted the covers and climbed into bed with him.

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Christian Devlin Philippe Pascal VonRamsberg, the Crown Prince and Heir Apparent to the Throne of Danislova slept lightly. The trait had persisted in his family from centuries ago when missing the subtlest clues from one’s surroundings could mean death by any number of gruesome means. The threat no longer persisted, but vigilance still served him well. He’d realized the moment someone came into his room. The soft footfalls and the pitch to her breathing told him the intruder was a woman. Until she neared the bed, he hadn’t fixed her identity, but the moment he caught her scent, he recognized his visitor. Felice.

Fascinating. A woman only crept into a man’s bedroom for mischief, and with any luck, she’d come here with the best sort of naughtiness in mind. He’d held himself back from approaching this particular woman for months, and now she’d come to him.

Lying perfectly still, he allowed her to crawl into his bed and press her body against his. Her naked body. More and more fascinating. The perfume that belonged only to her surrounded him. Roses, with a hint of spice and musk. Whether it came from her soap or her cologne, the scent always drew him to her. And it always produced the same reaction. An embarrassing one for a classroom or the lab. It fit much better in his bed.

He’d already been half-hard from a dream that had evaporated the moment she woke him. Now, he swelled to full length and readiness. She could have only one reason to be here, obviously. He’d have to find out later why she’d taken it into her head to seduce him. He had more pressing matters to deal with now, namely, taking full advantage of what she offered. He’d do that, certainly. He’d give her a lot more than she’d bargained for.

Though he kept his eyes closed, he’d memorized her appearance well enough to picture how she looked lying next to him. Her straight, blonde hair would hang over her shoulders to the swell of the breasts that blue sweater of hers showed off to such good effect. In the dim light, the green of her eyes wouldn’t show, but he could imagine them glowing with the heat of arousal. And her pale skin would have flushed along her cheeks and throat. She always looked and smelled like a confection, one he’d finally get to enjoy, if only for tonight.

He smiled inwardly as she began some tentative explorations. Her breast nestled against his ribs, the nipple stiffening, as her hand wandered his back. Fingertips traced a path down the center to his waist and back up to the base of his skull. Her lips pressed against his shoulder and then traveled along the top to his neck. She had to stretch to reach his ear. Once there, she nibbled on his earlobe. Her breath went into his ear, and he let out an involuntary moan. Too late to pull it back. She must realize he was awake. He’d take over now.

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Brand New Cover! — Jasmine Haynes

My reincarnation tale, Twisted by Love, has a brand new cover! It’s sexy and gives a bit of that other worldly feel. You’ll also note it’s by my alter ego Jennifer Skully. To celebrate the new cover, Twisted by Love will be free on August 29th and 30th. So don’t miss out.  Here’s a blurb for this sexy reincarnation tale:

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A love that spans lifetimes, an evil that has followed them through the ages…

Bern Daniels doesn’t believe in ghosts, UFOs, or reincarnation, but when he sees Livie Scott, it’s as if he’s known her forever. Now he can’t get her out of his mind. He wants her in his bed and in his life. For keeps. He’s even starting to believe they’ve lived past lives together.

Will jealousy out of the past come back to destroy their future?

Livie is unaccountably drawn to the tall, dark stranger. He literally sweeps her off her feet. And she’s oh so willing to let him. But her sister Toni is planted firmly in her path to happiness. Livie has been forced to choose between a man and Toni before; is she destined to play the same twisted game with her sister over and over?

Livie and Bern soon discover there are shadows lurking from their past, past lives that is, which threaten everything they believe in, everything they want. And even their lives.

You can find Twisted by Love free for your Kindle on 8/29 and 8/30.

And if you belong to Kindle Unlimited, you can read it anytime for free through the end of August.

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Breathless in Love

I’ve got the most amazing announcement to make! Writing as Jennifer Skully, I’ve teamed up with my good friend Bella Andre to bring you an exciting and emotional new contemporary romance series. I can’t tell you how much I’ve enjoyed working on this series with Bella. Bella and I grew up together (as writers, that is) in our local San Francisco RWA chapter. I’ve loved every single one of her books. And now it’s the greatest pleasure to be writing with her. We spent hours and hours brainstorming the characters and stories, and I have to say we both fell in love with these gorgeous men. And for each of them, we found the perfect woman they never saw coming. Keep in mind, these stories are contemporary romance, sexy but not erotic. Just great stories!

And enjoy these fabulous covers! The first three books with be Will, Sebastian, then Matt.
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Meet the Maverick Billionaires. Will, Sebastian, Matt, Evan, and Daniel. Sexy, gorgeous, self-made men from the wrong side of town. They survived hell together, and now they’re taking on the world.

Breathless in Love, Book 1

Coming June 10, 2015

Will Franconi has a dark past that he’s kept a closely guarded secret―very few people have ever heard his real story and he plans to keep it that way. After surviving a hellish childhood, he’s now living the dream life where everything he touches turns to gold. But something’s missing. He doesn’t quite know what until a simple letter from a teenage boy brings Harper Newman into his life. A woman who just might fill up the empty places inside him…if only he could ever be worthy of her love.

When a man has more money than he could possibly spend in five lifetimes, Harper has to ask herself what Will Franconi could possibly want from a woman like her? She’s learned the hard way that rich men always get what they want no matter the cost. If it was just herself she had to worry about, Harper would manage, but she’s guardian to her younger brother who depends on her for everything. After nearly losing his life in a car crash, she’s vowed never to let anyone hurt him ever again.

Still, sometimes Harper can’t help but long to change her story from one of an always-cautious woman to an adventurous tale of a heroine who’s wild and free…especially when Will’s kisses and caresses make her utterly breathless. And as he begins to reveal his story to her, she discovers that he’s so much more than just another wealthy, privileged man. He’s kind and giving, and he fills up all the spaces inside of her heart that have been empty for so long. Together, can they rewrite their stories into a happily-ever-after that neither of them had previously thought was possible?

And we’ve got so much more to come! Look for Sebastian to be enchanted by the beautiful but independent Charlie in Reckless in Love, coming Oct 14, 2015. Then Matt will be captivated by his motherless son’s pretty, young nanny Arianna in Fearless in Love, coming March 16, 2016.

In the coming weeks, look for excerpts of Breathless in Love.

Preorder Breathless in Love, Maverick Billionaires, Book 1, at the following retailers. You can order the book for your Kindle on June 10, 2015. Nook iBooks iBooks UK iBooks CA iBooks AU Kobo

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And don’t miss my free book, Dead to the Max, Max Starr Series, Book 1.

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New Release: The Glass Slipper, a Princes of Danislova novea

Alice-Gaines_glass-slipper_FrontCasey Vaughn has an expensive model and even more expensive photographer cooling their heels in her boss’s apartment, waiting for the male cover idol, who’s late, late, late. When the guy finally does show up, he seems clueless about everything, including American slang, but he sure is cute. When the shoot proceeds to bore everyone to death, the woman Casey’d hired walks out, and Casey has to take her place. Now, sparks fly, and they share a heated kiss. Only after he’s left does Casey discover he wasn’t a model at all, and she grabbed a complete stranger off the street. Who is her mystery man, and how will she find him again?

Kurt VonRamsberg, Prince of Danislova and his country’s ambassador to the United Nations, is walking to work one day, contemplating the end of an arranged engagement, when a young woman snatches him off the street and talks him into posing for the cover of a detective novel. Luckily, he got her phone number because his position in the Royal Family will not allow him to pose on the cover of such a book. He can’t resist this fascinating woman, though, and pretends to be the descendant of German cheese maker in order to court her.

All is well until Casey’s boss switches covers, and Kurt finds his image released on hundred of thousands of books in the United States and abroad. Summoned home to explain himself, Kurt reveals his true identity to Casey and asks her to accompany him.

Once in Danislova, Casey is entranced with the country and accepted by Kurt’s family, with the notable exception of Kurt’s father. Suddenly, she’s transformed to Cinderella—the stepchild who can’t please the stern Prince Royal no matter what she does. Will her own prince come to her rescue? Will the glass slipper ever fit?

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I do love my sexy princes.  I thought Kurt would be difficult to write because he’s shy, but Casey brings out the carnal beast in him.  I hope you enjoy The Glass Slipper as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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The most romantic day of the year is coming!

Valentine’s Day is coming! And to celebrate, I’m putting out a Valentine’s short. Now I have to warn you, this is a sweet story. Yes, I actually wrote a novella without sex in it! This has got to be a first! And I’ve got a lovely cover to go with it.

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Five years ago, Grace was given a sacred duty by a woman dying of cancer: Every Valentine’s Day, Grace must deliver a special cake to a girl named Valentine, addressed from the girl’s mother in heaven. But this year, Grace’s van gives up the ghost before she delivers her cargo.

His daughter Valentine is all Brian has left of his wife, but he’s forgotten the cake Valentine receives every year, and they’ve moved to a new house with no way to contact the baker who follows his wife’s wishes.

In their quest to fulfill a dying woman’s last request, can Grace and Brian find their own Valentine?

Here’s where you can find Be My Other Valentine: Nook Kindle Kindle CA  Kindle UK

The story can also be found in the anthology Love, Valentine Style.

Happy New Year!!!

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Just a little time away

I’m going to do something a little different and NOT talk about a book! Instead, I’m going to share a few photos from my recent trip to Norway. The scenery was gorgeous, the weather was perfect. I’m told they had a very warm summer, and that definitely followed us into our fall trip. We only had a few days of rain, and luckily they weren’t the days we were traveling on ferry boats along the fjords or riding bikes down the mountain after taking the Flamsbana train up.

Here’s a shot of the Geiranger Fjord taken from the Eagles Corner which had a marvelous view, as I’m sure you’ll agree. photo GeirangerFjord_zps5ff1b56d.jpgWe drove up the mountain of Geiranger in order to hike to the Storsæterfossen waterfall. We were able to climb down behind it, and I filled our water bottles with all that fresh mountain water. Delicious. photo Storsaeligterfossen_zpsf4913212.jpgAnd here are the mountaineers hiking up to the waterfall! photo Mountaineers_zps74d515e4.jpgOkay, so you see those mountains behind us? We drove through them, up, up, up. And we ended up in glacier territory. Cold as heck! See how blue the glacier is? They were amazing. And the glacier lakes are that same shade of turquoise. photo Glacier_zpsf6d2f5be.jpgOf course, what would a trip to Norway be without a ferry boat ride on the fjord? photo FjordfromFerry3_zpsba14ae6f.jpgThis is a view from the Oslo Opera House. Our cousin Line was a surveyor on this project. The roof of the Opera House is Italian marble and tourists can walk all over it. photo OsloOperaHouse_zps3357c841.jpgThis photo shows the reflection of the iceberg sculpture in the Oslo Fjord in the main front window you can see on the roof of the Opera House.

So that’s it for my travelogue!

Just a reminder, Revenge, West Coast Book 1 is still free for a few days more! iBooks iBooks UK iBooks AU Kindle Kindle UK Nook Nook UK Kobo All Romance Smashwords Coffee Time Romance. And my Jennifer Skully release, She’s Gotta Be Mine, Cottonmouth Book 1 is free for the month of October. iBooks and BN are free right now, but I’m still waiting for Amazon to price-match. Hopefully in the next day or so! iBooks: http://bit.ly/19DdMi5 BN: http://bit.ly/1bWT2hv iBooks UK: http://bit.ly/1no4KJB Kindle: http://amzn.to/1lE5evh Kindle UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00688GE7Q

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