Friday, January 31, 2014

UNTIL NOON / Giveaway from @desireeholt @CeriseDeLand

Today it's my distinct pleasure to welcome the totally awesome Desiree Holt to Bound By Passion. I'm sure most of you have heard of this author, she's prolific and tells wicked and wildly passionate tales that keep you coming back for more. So, check out her newest release, co-authored with another terrific author named Cerise deLand. And don't forget to leave a comment - you could be the lucky winner of the first book in this series!

Please leave a comment. Some lucky person will win a copy of Book #1, Until Midnight.

Until Noon Book #4  Nemesis
They operate everywhere in the world fighting danger and threats to security. They are kickass women loved by alpha males. Together, in the heat of their lust and the sharp edge of their talents, they are...Nemesis.
Rebuilding her career, the last thing Pilar wants to see is her hot one-night stand picking his way across the crime scene, lust and recognition heavy in his eyes. Pilar knows it’s imperative that she maintain a professional distance—but that would be a lot easier to do if she could forget the way his hands felt on her skin, or remember her mystery lover’s name.
Raul is in Montserrat to solve a murder. The last thing he expects is the woman who has been monopolizing his dreams. Though she slipped away without a word, Pilar left a scorching impression that no woman has come close to eclipsing. But between the Russian mafia, an unsolved murder and millions of Euros of oil in play, Raul can’t afford to be distracted. Still, he’s never turned away from a challenge—and Pilar is nothing if not challenging, in bed and out. Raul isn’t about to let her walk out again.
A Romantica® erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave 
They were silent during the few minutes’ drive to the bistro, a typical little café in this part of the world. Inside it was dark and warm and a wonderful blend of aromas swirled in the air. Raul ushered her to a booth at the back of the tiny place, surprising her when he slid in next to her instead of onto the opposite seat.
The hard muscle of his thigh pressed against hers. Stuffed into the corner the way she was she had no way to put space between them. When he lifted her hand and rubbed his thumb across her knuckles she wondered why she even wanted to move away. His touch alone sent shivers racing through her and the crotch of her panties was instantly soaked. How the hell could one man arouse her so much so quickly and easily?
Raul lifted her hand and pressed his lips to the back of it, his dark grey eyes locking with hers.
“You left the room and I had no way to find you.” His low voice resonated through her body.
She wasn’t stupid enough to pretend she had no idea what he meant.
“I thought that was the best thing,” she said slowly. “I didn’t think you wanted to deal with a messy morning after.”
He nodded. “Usually I don’t. But our night together was…extraordinary to say the least.”
“People in our line of work can’t afford anything more than a few hours.”
He stilled, his smoky gaze boring into hers like smoldering coals, searching, on guard. “So then you knew who I was? What I did for a living?”
“No! No.” She sounded like a teenager caught in an embarrassing trap. She took a deep breath and reached for control. She was a professional and needed to act like one.  “I just—now that I know what you do. I’m—“
“Confused?” His lips curved in the beginning of a smile that showed her he believed her.
She inhaled, drawing herself up into a dignity she had momentarily lost, captivated by the memories of his charm. “Our night together was just one of those things. Messy emotions get in the way and color my ability to do my job.”
“I had feelings about that night too,” he told her, his bass voice a breath of sound. “Wild ones.”
She tried to slide her hand from his but he laced his fingers through hers and held tightly to them.
“Are you saying you can’t do both?” He leaned closer, one arm around her shoulders, his lips close to her ear. “We can pool our resources on this investigation.” His breath tickled her ear. “And spend time together while we’re doing it.”
Another minute and she’d forget where she was. She’d rip off his clothes and have him fill her right here in public.
”Raul.” She needed to break the spell he was weaving around her again. His mere touch transported her back to that hotel room, to the sheets crumpled between their hot, sweaty bodies. To the best sex of her life. Ever. And god help her, she wanted it again.
“If I promise not to sabotage your assignment, to work with you, can we manage to pick up where we left off?” His lop-sided grin was practically lethal. “I can remember where we were, how you took me inside you, how you pulsed for me, creamed for me. Can’t you?”
Yes. Heat flashed through her body. Her internal temperature had to be rising into the red zone. Pushing at Raul enough to give herself room, she managed to shrug out of her jacket. A waiter placed two glasses of water on their table and she drank from one of them greedily. Anything to cool herself off. This man was a definite danger to her self-control.
Shifting her body, she leaned into the corner of the booth.
Raul tucked a curl behind her ear. “Trying to get away from me, Senorita?”
She clutched the half-empty glass. “Trying to keep things in perspective. We have a job to do here.”
“I’m well aware of that.” His chiseled face hardened, all vestiges of a smile wiped away. “Because of Adam Molloy, it’s personal for me, so it’s definitely a priority.” Then his expression softened and he brushed the tip of a finger along her cheek. “But that doesn’t mean we should ignore what’s between us.”
“What is between us, Raul? A few hours?” She took another swallow of water. “I’m sure you’ve had other one night stands.”
“Not like that one.” His eyes glittered.
Pilar squeezed her thighs together against the internal throbbing. She breathed a sigh of relief when the waiter came to bring the espressos Raul had ordered. Sipping the hot fragrant liquid didn’t cool her off but it gave her something to do with her hands.
“I think we should focus strictly on business,” she told him.
Which was very difficult since every time she looked at him she remembered the image of him naked, his muscular body glowing in the lamplight, his cock, thick and swollen, protruding from the tight nest of hair surrounding it. Even months later she could still conjure up the feel of that cock inside her, his hands holding her hips as he drove into her again and again. Her orgasms had been the most explosive she’d ever experienced.
What is wrong with me? I never obsess about men like this. I don’t have the time in my life for that.
What scared her was the fact she couldn’t simply wipe Raul Cardona from her mind as she had with all the others. And now she was going to be working closely with him on this investigation. A case that reached far into both the European Union and most likely the Russian Mafia. She’d be a fool not to take advantage of his connections, but how would she keep herself out of his bed?
Business. Pay attention to business.
As if he could read her thoughts Raul lifted a hand to signal for the check and slid out of the booth.
“Enrique should have more information for us by this time,” he told her, holding her jacket for her. “Let’s see what he’s found and decide where we go from there.”


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Monday, January 27, 2014

Sexy fun from Ellora's Cave and ARe Romance #RomFantasy

Ellora’s Cave titles on SALE at AReRomance eBooks!

Yes, you read that correctly, my EC titles are all discounted at ARe for a limited time, so now’s your chance to meet some of the sexiest heroes in my catalogue. Quinn is a man torn between duty and desire as his family demands one future for him, and his heart wants something else entirely. HIDE AND SECRET will soon have two other pieces to frame it – a prequel and a sequel that have been a long time in the making. So, The Secrets Trilogy is continuing.

Once you’ve checked out the excerpt, you can click over HERE pick up the book to see what else this tale has in store for you!


I am alone again tonight, as I usually am, of course. I’ve been reading a love story, one in which I am a player, though it often feels as though it is from a distance. You see, I am the secret he keeps. The woman he wants but cannot openly have, because it would hurt too many people not to do what is expected of him. I’ve stopped resenting it. What choice is there? If I cannot accept this, I will lose him forever. Here and now is all I have. So I will take the private moments we can share, and not think too much about tomorrow.

I smile as I brush my fingers across the pages in my lap…the messages and letters that are the diary of our affaire du coeur. My fingertip lingers over his name and I smile as the feel of the paper is replaced by the memory of his skin and the soft, sensual texture of his lips when I first touched them. My eyes close and I allow my mind to fill with the recalled sensations. From the moment we met, sparks flew…every exchange was punctuated by attraction and outrageous repartee.

I wonder if you knew how quickly I fell in love with you. How much I wanted to be all you needed. I ached for you. The first time you kissed me, I felt as if the sky had opened and rained fiery stars down upon us.

Smooth, sculpted muscles rippled beneath my touch, reacting with the hunger of desire, matching my need to know every inch of you, every response, however tiny…the taste of you, the scent, the fierce burning need. And I remember your touch, the greedy demand of your lips and your hands. I yearned to give you everything your passion asked for, and I still do…long after it feels as though you’ve ceased to want me.

The heat rises in me, the ache between my legs. I need you inside me, filling me, taking everything you crave. My nipples tingle, painfully tight, begging for your kiss,

the glide of your tongue, the bite of your teeth. My eyes close and I feel the splash of tears hit my hand. Startled, I look down, and through the haze that is my vision, I see your words, the ones telling me I am your woman and you will always want me more than any other. I think for a time you even meant that passion, believed it to be your truth. But a secret like this requires sacrifice and devotion…perhaps blindness… So I sit here, surrounded by a life that has gone silent and cold, pretending I am still yours…knowing I’m a distant memory in your world, even though you’re all that exists in mine. I hadn’t been prepared to read your wedding date in the newspaper, even if I really should have been expecting to see that announcement.

As I wonder if there is a way to go on, to walk away and leave this impasse behind, there is a low knock on the door. Gathering up the pages, I place them carefully in the back of my journal and set it on the gleaming coffee table. The fire is crackling quietly, the night outside is glittering with snowfall, and the city lights catch the ice crystals and make them sparkle like tiny stars. Outside the floor-length glass panels that dominate an entire wall of the penthouse, life has taken on a Christmas-card magic long after that holiday is past.

I head to the door and open it, wondering who is visiting me at this late hour. My heart leaps into my throat when you look up and your incredible blue eyes meet mine. “What are you doing here, Quinn?”

Your smile is ironic, even bitter. “You really believe I wouldn’t try to be with you tonight? I saw the paper today too.”

I laugh a little, but it lacks any warmth or pleasure. “Why would I think you’d be here and not with her?”

Your eyes narrow in irritation so I step aside and gesture for you to come into the apartment. I’m startled more than I should be when you slam the door shut and I am suddenly caught between your body’s urgent pressure and the solid wooden door that you push me against. Every part of me wakes, like flame that had been starved for air and is suddenly set free. My response is explosive and desperately hungry. You knot your hands in my soft sweater, already lifting it, your cool touch gliding over my heated skin. I want you, but for the first time this is not enough. Brushing your thumbs indolently over my nipples, you reignite an ache that drags low in my body, threatening to make me forget everything but how much I want you.

“I don’t want you here.” It’s hard to say which one of us is more startled by the words when they spill out of me.

You pull back and look at me intently, your eyes measuring the truth of what I’ve said. Then you shake your head and catch me between your hands as you bend to cover my mouth with yours. Slipping your tongue between my lips, you push your hips against me, telling me precisely what you desire.

I’m drowning in you. When I push at your shoulders you take my hands and pin them to the door, hips thrusting in the same greedy rhythm as your tongue inside my mouth. With a rough twist of my head, I break the lusting kiss and look away.

“I said I don’t want you here!”

Frowning, you step back and run a hand through the thickness of your dark hair, your eyes shrewd and watchful as you calculate your next move. I can see you thinking, working out what you need to do to change my mind. If you only knew how easy it would be…

I see the smile that’s starting to lift the corner of your mouth, the gleam in your eyes tells me you don’t believe my rejection is remotely genuine.

I move away, walk past you, but get only a few steps before you put your arms around me and pull me back against you. Before I can break away, you push your hands under my sweater again, cupping my breasts, stroking and squeezing, fingertips pulling on the hard buds of my nipples, your mouth soft on the curve of my neck.

“You want me, Bella. Why are we playing this game?”

Your voice is equal parts gravel and silk and I feel the question against my skin, pouring into my blood like an injection of heated desire.

JADED HEARTS is my second EC release, another Quickie® with a whole lot of sexy punch for you to indulge in. Carlos D’Alejandro is a man of many shades, a former drug runner, now a protected federal witness. The agent who brought him down is Jade Whinton, a woman with a troubled past, an uncertain present, and even more elusive future. Despite their professed love for others, Carlos and Jade share a passion that burns between them each time they are in the same room. When tragedy arrives at Carlos’ Pacific paradise, it forces them to examine not only their lives, but the truth they’ve long avoided about each other.

This one could have a dozen sequels, and one day soon, I want to revisit Carlos and Jade, and discover what new adventures they have to share with us.


Carlos Juan D’Alejandro knew someone was watching him. It wasn’t a welcome awareness by any means. He was a protected federal witness, which meant he usually had plenty of notice if there was someone coming to see him. He turned toward the west, sensing more than seeing the figure walking hidden behind the rocks that rimmed the private stretch of beach below him. He remained where he was; patience had always been a healthy habit, and he continued to exercise caution and foresight as a matter of survival.

Before long, one of his men knocked on the door and informed him that he had a visitor. Smiling, Carlos told Diego to show her out to the balcony. He knew it was a safe request. If the new arrival had posed any kind of threat to him, she never would have been permitted to stay inside the house, let alone be announced. A few minutes later, a hand came to rest on his shoulder and he turned, already certain who he’d find next to him. He’d know her touch anywhere.

Carlos looked down at her from a six-inch height advantage, and what he saw made his heart pound hard. If she’d ever looked more beautiful, he couldn’t remember seeing it. Her light golden-brown hair flowed in a soft fall that fluttered near her waist when the breeze caught it, her dark jade-green eyes were bright and clear and she was wearing a snow-white bikini with only a filmy wrap twisted around her waist in parody of a skirt. String sandals completed the outfit, and he saw a canvas bag had been dropped inside the door.

“Do you always greet guests in your bedroom, Carlos?” she asked, tone teasing. “I don’t recall you having such suicidal tendencies when we saw each other last.”

“At least not such obvious ones,” he retorted with mocking disdain. “Of course, I didn’t know you quite as well then, did I?” He paused and watched her eyes harden at the reminder of their shared past. “How is Brett?”

“Fine,” she replied coolly. “Probably comforting Celina over the recent loss of her lover. After all, she did just join his unit!” The sword swung both ways and they’d always had something of a talent for dissecting each other in the most painful ways possible. Strange, the way they remained devoted to people they’d die for but who always remained apart from them. They called their obsessions with the people they wanted love, but Carlos had begun to wonder if it wasn’t simply an excuse to avoid what existed between them.

Carlos’ mouth tightened and his eyes lost much of their warmth.

“What do you want, Jade?”

The words were soft but held no discernible emotion. She peered more intently at him, saw the lines that had settled around his eyes and the weariness that emanated from him now, blunting the unmistakable aura of sensuality that was a natural part of his being. She moved slightly, stood at his back and slid her arms around his waist, letting her fingers drift across well-remembered contours, caressing softly as she pressed her cheek to the broad expanse of his back.

“What do you want, Jade?” he repeated, holding her hands still but making no movement to dislodge her from her place behind him. “I know this isn’t social. It never was with you. I seem to have that kind of luck with the women I trust.” The last was said with faint bitterness and she pulled away, taking the step back to his side that would allow her to face him.

“What if I just wanted to see you, Carlos?” she challenged softly. “It could be as simple as that.”

He laughed, and she was enchanted by the low rumble of sound. There was distinct mockery in his voice when he answered. “It could be, but is it?”

She debated a lie, then chose the truth. He not only deserved it, he’d gotten to know her so well she was certain he’d hear the deceit in her voice if she tried to mislead him.

“Yes,” she nodded, then added, “and no, as well.”

He turned his back to the astonishing view and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m waiting,” he prompted after a few moments passed in silence.

“You’re very distracting, Carlos,” she murmured, her gaze drifting over him, drinking in every nuance of his presence. His long legs were slightly spread and the lightweight cotton of his pants was pulled taut across his hips. She knew there was nothing under the pants but bare skin. That knowledge was creating a disturbing lack of focus, as well as a distressing internal trembling. A condition that would soon become an undeniable and visible confirmation of just how deeply his physical presence affected her. And Carlos being Carlos would not overlook the reaction once he’d spotted it.

She dragged her gaze from the endless length of his legs and met his thoroughly amused smile when she faced him again. He reached out and hooked the index finger of his right hand into the strip of material that held her bikini bra together, then he tugged her toward him until she stood between his legs and her eyes were level with his.

“You haven’t answered me,” he observed in a low growl.

Her gaze dropped to his hands and she stared in helpless fascination as his thumbs glided along the sides of her breasts while his splayed fingers held her firmly where he wanted her. The circles of motion expanded slowly, sensually until—finally—the pads of his thumbs brushed a feathery stroke over the rigid, thrusting tips of her nipples, clearly outlined by the thin white nylon of her bikini top.

“What was the question?” she murmured, the query disintegrating into a gasp of erotic pleasure when he bent forward and closed his teeth on one hard bud.  The pressure of his tongue made the material between them even more irrelevant. She kissed the top of his head and her arms went around his neck, pressing him tighter to her. “God, Carlos, that feels incredible!” She was talking to him about what was happening as it happened, she thought with a flicker of irony. This was the only man she’d ever known who asked her what she wanted, what she liked and how she liked it. Then he’d given her everything she needed and more. All the time making her talk to him as they shared their passion.

The catch on the bikini top was opened with a careless flick of his fingers and he smiled as he pulled back to look at her. The bikini didn’t fall away, her fully bared skin still hidden from his sight until he decided to peel aside the material,. He watched her, challenge in his dark eyes, making no further move until he was sure she wanted him to continue.

“What do you want?” he purred softly. “That was the question, honey.”

The most recent of my EC Quickies® is a Halloween thriller in the Breathless line. Rick and Cindi are a fun couple, and while they might seem a little mismatched at first, they are more than matched in their passion for each other. Rick’s a little older, and a whole lot more worldly, but he adores Cindi, and is more than happy to teach her a few things about indulging desires and having fun while they explore the sizzling sensuality that is almost a living thing between them. Cindi is incessantly curious, and her trusting innocence worries Rick more than a little. Using her curiosity to lure her to a crumbling old hotel that’s reputed to be haunted, surprises abound, and not all of them pleasant when the hotel’s ghosts and some shades from Rick’s past decide to join the couple for their private party.


Some people claimed the Mayfair Hotel was haunted, and those who lived in the area could tell endless stories about “sightings” and other mysterious events in the ancient edifice.

Another shudder ran the length of her spine when she heard skittering near her feet. Rats! The place had to be infested with rats. She glanced around, her breath still as she searched the growing darkness for the beady red eyes she was sure she’d find watching her. There was nothing staring at her from the blackness of the corners and she sagged against the wall as she gasped for air.

God! Rick was right, I should never have stayed up all night watching horror movies.

He’d consented to sit through the original version of The Phantom of the Opera—he deemed that particular film “a classic”—but Cinthya had been on her own after that. It had been nearing daybreak when she’d finally crawled into bed—and about another thirty seconds before she flew out again, tripping in the sheets and falling flat on her face at his unexpected grab. Rick had almost fallen out of bed himself from laughing at her. He was still laughing when he’d left the apartment earlier this afternoon.

Cinthya dismissed the monsters and ghouls of the previous night and concentrated on locating the room where she was supposed to find her mystery caller. A sag in the weathered wood of the floor creaked in the hollow corridor. She bit her bottom lip to prevent any sound from escaping. Her hammering heartbeat gradually subsided and she felt some of the fear-induced dizziness pass. A chill rippled through her though, when she realized she was staring up at the shadowy ceiling, her gaze drawn to the vast network of cobwebs that had been woven over the years. It looked like wisps of cotton, stretched to the point of breaking, except that this thready cloak was dulled with years of dust and grime.

A distinct thud at the other end of the long hallway had her heading in that direction.

She was several doors away from Room 313 when she was grabbed from behind. A firm hand over her mouth cut off her scream. There was no chance to fight off her attacker and she cursed herself as she was dragged into a room and flung into a chair. Whoever had grabbed her was little more than a shadowy presence in the near-total darkness. Her hands were tied securely behind the high chair back and her feet were bound to the legs of the seat.

The room grew blacker as her panic escalated, and she tried to force her eyes to adjust by keeping them closed. She let out a gasp of protest when a blindfold was tied around her head. For a split second, the sensation of silk distracted her thoughts; the smooth feel of the material against her skin was actually soothing. Her captor chose not to gag her, but Cinthya knew it would be futile to yell anyway. She’d be considered one of the hotel ghosts if anyone heard her at all—not much of a chance in this neighborhood.

“What’s going on? Who are you?” That was brilliant! she chided herself.

There was no reply and she strained to identify the sound as she caught the distinct rasp of a match being struck. She could smell the hint of burning wood, then the stronger odor of oil. Oh shit! Some nut was setting fire to the crumbling hotel and she was going to go down with it! She opened her mouth to speak then decided against it when she couldn’t think of a single thing to say. Pleading with whoever was doing this wouldn’t get her very far.

Visions of flames running through the old building, devouring it, began to fill her mind, her imagination conjuring images that terrified her more every moment.

She sensed movement more than she actually heard it, and her heartbeat threatened to deafen her when she felt someone standing over her.

“What do you want?” She winced at the unmistakable quaver in her voice then jumped when she felt hands on the back of the chair, close to her shoulders. She opened her mouth again but never uttered a sound as her lips were covered with a warm, gentle kiss.

Recognition left her weak and shaking as she answered the thrust of her lover’s tongue. The caress was sensual and provocative, leaving Cinthya breathless and excited when it finally ended minutes later.

“What took you so long, honey?” Rick whispered, his breath soft against her lips.

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Sunday, January 26, 2014

Stories GIVEAWAY #RomFantasy

Stories about the stories… Apart from the fact that we’re going to give away copies of the four books talked about today, I thought some of you might like to know the stories behind the stories. I get asked a lot about inspiration, etc., so I thought it might be kind of interesting to talk a little about how the last releases came into being.

Let’s start with the Ellora’s Cave title, RECKLESS ASSIGNATION. This began a number of years back, when I was writing fan fiction, actually. I was intrigued with the idea of writing a very over the top but FUN story in which the trappings of Halloween played a key role. Describing the atmosphere at the old hotel, and all the elaborate décor the hero installed to add some mystique to the sensual trap he was setting was a total blast. I think for the most part, reviewers got that was the whole point, though a few were quick to point out it was cheesy and overdone. Whatever, if you can’t extend your imagination to understand that it was integral to the whole play, who am I to explain it all out to you? As I said, most people loved the spooky touches. Back-tracking though, this story had begun as a fan fiction based on a popular espionage show, and it never really quite worked. But, as an original, it popped and came to life, and I was delighted when EC wanted to publish it! If you’d like to take a peek at an excerpt, check it out HERE!

Next up is TRIAD OF POWER: FIRST QUEST, a fantasy with a slightly erotic tone. Most people who know me also know that fantasy is one of my big loves. I enjoy the world building, the magic, and the mythos that you can create within this format. All things are possible. Triad was once a story called Quest of Honour, but it never really felt finished. It was published for a time under the name Royal Consort, and while it had been reworked a little, it was still lacking something special. (At this point it had been contracted with a publishing house that actually shut down before it was ever released! I still have Fiona Jayde’s beautiful, original cover.) The publisher didn’t seem to have much interest in it, so it languished, and when one of my contracts with them expired, I requested termination of all five titles I had with them. None of them were selling, and it was not a relationship that was benefitting me or them. After reworking it more, I submitted it to Crimson Frost Books, and they accepted it with the request that we make it part one of three. So, it became the Triad of Power, and Second Quest – then Final Quest will be out in the coming year.

TEXAS HEAT is next, and that’s one that came into being as a challenge I imposed on myself. Awesome author Delilah Devlin had put out a call for stories to be included in a collection called Cowboy Heat. I decided to give it a shot, but I’ve never written a contemporary cowboy before. My cowboys have always been in Historical settings, inspired by a lifetime love affair with the Old West, and in fact, old Western television shows. Delilah passed on the story, which features a modern day wrangler who is also a vet suffering with PTSD. It’s hotter than many of stories, and has the potential to be a much longer story someday if I ever find the time to revisit and expand on the relationship that begins here. I might even write another contemporary cowboy someday… it was more fun than I thought it would be. New Dawning Book Fair’s awesome editor helped me give it real kick, and so far everyone who’s spoken to me about it, loves it!

Finally, A WHISPER OF HUMANITY has been rereleased by new publishing house, Evolutionary Publishing. This is one of those poor little books that’s been kicked around like a red-headed step-kid, as a friend of mine used to like to say. It was first written as a fan fiction, had its roots in a little vampire show called Forever Knight, and some of you might even remember that one. I revised, rewrote, expanded, and polished it up to make it shiny and new… then came the search for a home for it. Forbidden Publications had it first, they shut their doors shortly after it was published. So, a few months after it was released back to me, I brought it to XoXo Publishing at the suggestion of a friend. Since XoXo has closed its doors, it was once again free and clear… it’s been well received and reviewed, even if sales were rather dire. So, now it’s with Evolutionary, and I hope this is the last stop for it–and that it reaches an audience at last.

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Sunday, January 12, 2014

New Release! TEXAS HEAT #RomFantasy

This story came into existence via a strange route. When I write cowboys, I tend to write them historically. I’ve had an on-going love affair with the Old West my entire life, my first heroes were cowboys. I saw a call from Delilah Devlin on Facebook, and she was requesting submissions for an anthology called Cowboy Heat. So, I decided to see if I could write a modern cowboy. In the end, the story wasn’t what she was looking for, and I took another look at it. It’s now about 2500 words longer, and while it remains a short story, it’s one with a sexy kick. Chase was a fascinating challenge as a large part of the story is written from his point of view, but I really like this story and I hope readers will enjoy this hot hero as much as I enjoyed creating him.

Available NOW from New Dawning Book Fair
Short contemporary erotic Western


Chase Jordan is a man with half his life missing since his return from the war in Iraq. He arrives back in Texas, a drifter looking for home. When he arrives at the Double D ranch, the owners know him, even if he can’t remember them. Cheyenne’s been infatuated with Chase since her high school days, but Deke MacKenzie’s already made it clear to Chase that his kid sister is off limits.

A loner by nature, and even more so now as PTSD plagues him, Chase rejects Cheyenne’s efforts to seduce him. He senses complications he wants no part of if he gets too close to her, and part of his soul is very much at home on the Double D. When an old boyfriend of Cheyenne’s goads him into a fight, his anger put him on all kinds of edge–and Cheyenne’s determination to turn up the Texas Heat get her in over her head...

Chase has warned her, he doesn’t play nice. When she ignores his invitation to leave, she puts herself at the mercy of his anger, his lust, and the most explosive passion she’s ever experienced... But what happens when the “job” is over, and Chase turns his back on her again? Memories are waking, the kind that will change both their lives in dramatic ways.


“Miss MacKenzie,” he said.

She walked around the truck and looked at him.

The speculative look in her eyes kissed the back of his neck with a tingle of uncertainty. He was always edgy around her, like something was close but still eluding him. He didn’t like it.

“It’s Cheyenne, Chase,” she reminded him.

He nodded. They’d done this dance a time or two before. There was something too familiar about her, but he couldn’t pin it down. The now customary flare of annoyance woke inside him. Half his damn past was missing since he’d come home from Iraq. Maybe he’d known her once, though he couldn’t imagine forgetting someone like her. “Something I can do for you, ma’am?”

She laughed and dropped the tailgate on the pickup, bending over with what he knew was deliberate intent. There was no denying the appeal of her well-shaped ass in the tight jeans, and his cock twitched in response. She turned, tossed him a beer, and sat on the tailgate looking at him while she took a swig of her own drink.

Chase opened the can of beer and drank half of it. He strolled to the truck, braced his arm casually on the side as he stared at her. “You haven’t answered my question, Cheyenne.”

She twisted around until she faced him, and cradled the cooler between her breasts. Her nipples were clearly outlined and pushing against the thin cotton of her tank-top.
He met her candid stare and grinned at the challenge in her expression.

“Why don’t you like people, Chase?”

“I like people just fine, ma’am,” he said. “I just prefer my own company to that of idiots.”

She considered his reply then shrugged. “Do you consider me an idiot, Chase?”

He laughed. “No, ma’am.”

“Good answer,” she said.

“I have work to do, Cheyenne.” He finished his beer and tossed the can into the ice-filled hamper containing the rest of the six-pack she’d brought with her.

“You work for me, too, Chase,” she reminded him softly.

He took a long look at her, his appraisal meant to be offensive and blatant.

At only a little over five feet tall, Chey was stacked and curvy in all the right places. Her long auburn hair was tied back in a simple ponytail, and she wore no makeup.

He dropped his gaze to her breasts, fingertips tingling as he contemplated what her skin would feel like, and taste like if he leaned in and took one of her ripe nipples into his mouth. She slid a little bit closer to him and he shook off the heat that was building inside him. “Thanks for the beer, ma’am. I’ll be getting back to my work now.”

He would have left but she grabbed his arm and he was too aware of the pebbled point of her nipple brushing against his bicep.

“I want―”

He put a finger over her lips, silencing her as he shook his head. “Baby, I know what you want, but I’m not playing that game.”

She slid her hand along the front of his jeans, stopping to squeeze hard and his cock reacted instantly and pushed against the heavy denim.

“I want you to fuck me, Chase,” she whispered, her gaze locked with his, the glint in her dark eyes a clear dare. “I think you want it, too.”

He smiled and let the predator in his nature emerge in his expression. More than one woman had backed off when his smile went dark and warning.

Cheyenne’s eyes widened, but she didn’t back down. Her chest rose and fell as her breaths quickened with obvious excitement.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, Cheyenne,” he told her. “I don’t play nice.”

“Maybe I don’t want nice?” she said, uncertainty in her words.

He needed to push her away while he still had some control over the situation. He took the bottle she’d been clutching and tossed it aside, grabbed her ponytail and eased her head back, exposing the graceful curve of her neck. Leaning in, he licked the smooth hollow at the base of her throat, smiling against her skin when the tang of sweetness and sweat touched his tongue. “You have no idea how tempting you are, Cheyenne, but I like my job here, so you have to go.”

She moved her head a bit, what her restricted freedom would allow. When she laughed, the whisper of her breath fanned across his skin. “I’m not going anywhere, Chase.”

“Yes, honey,” he paused, smiled, and finished, “you are.” He let go of her and stepped back, adjusting his jeans as he fought down his arousal. “I have work to do, and fucking you isn’t part of my job.”

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