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Are you in New Orleans right now?

I wish I was, but I’m not. I admit I’m feeling very green with envy for all those at #RT14 and having a ball. I have noticed some authors holding their own #RT14 party with giveaways. And I’ve decided to do the same.

So, I’m giving away a copy of my cowboy story set in Colorado, Elemental Heat and its quickie follow up Rock-Hard Heat. Plus a signed copy of Hot Fusion, in paperback Canadian Connections (North America only, sorry, shipping charges rule)

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Dragon

No, not the kind that breathe fire. Although sometimes I feel like breathing fire with this damn hand of mine after surgery. Carpal tunnel. Regular pain in the butt.
I had surgery on my left hand in December and it seemed to bounce back pretty good. March 31 I had surgery on my right hand. It’s not doing so good. So my Dragon is a headset and microphone.
It’s tricky to get used to but I’m given it a try. I have to keep writing and I can’t use my hands so I have to use my voice. I had techie son buy me Dragon speak software and install it on my laptop. I’ve done the training that it asks you to do and now just a matter of getting used to it. Sometimes I feel silly talking and especially don’t want to talk when people are around.
So far so good, but I don’t know all the commands which I’m sure I’ll learn. I need to figure out how to make it work across platforms like email, social media, etc.
One thing I’ve discovered, it doesn’t recognize some names, so either I have ordinary hero and heroine names or have to go back in and change them all.
And you have to remember to turn the microphone off or it will record conversations going on all around which can be interesting for sure.

So that’s it for me for now and why you won’t see me around social media much for the next little while.
Happy Dragoning!

 

My Writing Process

Tina Christopher asked me to be on this blog hop with her. Of course I said yes! Next week look for Serena Shay‘s post on her writing topic

So, my writing process. Here goes.

1) What am I working on?
Right now I’m finishing up edits for my release with HarlequinE coming this Sept or Oct. It’s an erotic romance, menage. Set in a tropical climate. Not only the weather is hot, so are the guys!
2) How does my work differ from others of its genre?
I have no idea. We are all different. But to actually say how is something I couldn’t put my finger on. If anything though, my editor says “your writing is on fire” :)  meaning the sex scenes. *blushes*
3) Why do I write what I do?
It was by fluke really. My first book was No Fantasy Required. I wrote it without the intention of it being so hot. But, when it was accepted and after edits, I started my second story, Being Ariana. It was also a hot story and then it just seemed to flow organically and the rest is history. Although a story I will be working on after the edits on She Wants It won’t be erotic. It will be hot though (can’t seem to get away from that :) )
My January 2014 release Four For the Show. An erotic adventure where our heroine is treated to sexual delights by three men and we have some male/male action going on too.
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4) How does your writing process work?
Again, it’s one of those things that never seems to be the same. When I have an idea for a story, and I do have lots, I’ll send myself an email with the title or scene or whatever it was the popped into my brain. Sometimes I can’t let it go and have to write a few thousand words to get it out of me.
I try to write every day. Last year wasn’t that great though after my mom died and my writing just didn’t seem to be there. I’m getting back into the swing of things and hoping to get a lot done this year.
If I focus, I can write 1000 words on my lunch. When I get home, I like to write from 2 – 6 for another 2000 words. Then I’ve accomplished 3000 words a day plus work full time. If I accomplish this then I feel a little better and less guilty for doing other things in the evening.
I am a procrastinator. It’s really hard to shake too. Like I’m doing this blog at 4pm on Sunday when I should have had it wrapped up days ago!
So remember to visit Serena next week when she tells you about her writing process on 17th March.
Serena Shay took to writing out her fantasies in a desperate bid to bring the voices in her head to life and as a way to indulge her paranormal desires.

Amorous Overnight!

Yay, it’s finally release day for Amorous Overnight, and I’m thrilled to be here with the lovely and generous Cristal Ryder!

When I wrote Alien Overnight lo these many years ago, I had no idea that Shelley Bonham would have her own book—I just thought she was a nurse (one of my own personal heroes), a great friend and the perfect foil for the heroine of that book, Dr. Monica Teague (aka Monica the Intrepid). Monica was thrilled to be living among the aliens and headed to a distant planet, while Shelley was practically afraid of her own shadow—she only took the job at the alien mating compound for the money and couldn’t wait to get away from the aliens themselves.

It took me a while to dig out the real Shelley, the one who was a heroine rather than a victim—the nurturing protector I’d planted the seeds for in Alien Overnight—but I think it was worth the time and effort. She turned out to be someone I’d really love to hang out and be friends with. I hope you like her, too. :D

And as for the sexy alien heroes of this story…Cecine and Hastion turned absolutely everything I’d originally thought about them upside down. Both of them proved once again that appearances can be deceptive—that strength can cover deep vulnerability and looking meek and mild-mannered doesn’t mean you can’t kick ass and take names later when the need arises.

Amorous Overnight

 

Blurb:

What’s better than one hot alien at your service? Two hot aliens in your bed!

After four months of orbiting Earth in a spaceship bursting with sex-starved aliens, nurse Shelley Bonham will do just about anything to get off. The ship, that is.

Not that the aliens aren’t hot enough to put her hormones on red alert. In fact, the more time she spends with the Garathani leader and his personal guard Hastion, the more she wants them. Knowing what Cecine and Hastion are doing to each other when nobody’s looking only makes it harder to keep her hands to herself.

But she’s already been betrayed by one alien—her dead douchebag of a husband. Can she trust her future—and her children—to another?

Reader Advisory: Contains the usual Robin L. Rotham smorgasbord of m/m/f ménage and D/s elements, plus a shipload of alien alphas in outer space.

R-Rated Excerpt:

Cecine’s naked torso streamed with sweat as he ran uphill, using one of the scenic programs Jasmine had designed. It was a challenging course, with steep slopes, panoramic mountain vistas, and an abundance of Terran flora and fauna, but he saw little beyond his upcoming engagement with the ensign. Anticipation had taken a severe enough toll on his own concentration that he’d excused himself from the council’s morning meeting and come to the training center to work off some of his excitement.

After his workout, he might make use of the probe too so that he had all his wits about him in the arena. It wouldn’t do to spook the ensign or betray the intimate nature of their relationship to any warriors who happened to be in attendance.

“Minister Cecine, Shelley Bonham seeks an audience with you.”

Frowning, he slowed to a walk. “End program, Empran, and direct her to come to my quarters in ten minutes.”

“Affirmative.”

The flare field vanished and he leapt off the aerobic platform. Slinging his towel around his neck, he picked up his hydration bottle and drained it before exiting the Command training center. When he strode through the door, he nearly collided with Shelley Bonham.

She reeled back with a squeak and would have fallen if he hadn’t seized her flailing arm to yank her upright. Pulling away at once, she stood there gawking at him and rubbing the spot on her bare arm where he’d touched her.

“Ms. Bonham,” he acknowledged with a nod. “I beg your pardon. I’d intended to shower and dress before greeting you.”

Her mouth still slightly ajar, she nodded at him, her eyes flickering up and down between his face and his bare chest, which was still dripping with sweat. Amused, he grabbed the towel and mopped off his face and neck while her gaze ventured all the way down to his bare feet and back up.

“You’re welcome to wait in my sitting area while I make myself more presentable,” he invited, gesturing down the curving corridor.

The rosy hue in her cheeks deepened to a splotchy red. “No! I mean, that’s okay, I…”

Her eyes slid down to his chest again as if drawn by a powerful magnet and Cecine bit the inner skin of his lower lip to keep from grinning. If he’d known she would react this strongly to the sight of his body, he’d have made it a point to accidentally intrude on one of her private sessions in the Ccommand training center weeks ago.

Then the tip of her little pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips.

Swearing silently, he closed his eyes for a moment and tried to stem the rush of arousal. Peserin, did she truly have no idea what the sight of a wet, healthy tongue did to a horny male?

When he opened them, her gaze had drifted below his waist once more.

So much for stemming the arousal. Against his will, hot blood pounded through his already overwarm body, tightening every muscle and thickening his cock.

He subdued a growl of frustration. As her mate, he had every right to grab her by her lacy tail of yellow hair, claim her pretty tongue and lush pink rosebud lips with his mouth and then pull down his exercise brief and claim them again with his cock. If she had any idea of the restraint he was exercising at the moment, she’d run all the way to her quarters without looking back.

Fortunately for her, his brief constricted all movement of his privates, so the discomfort was all his.

“Ms. Bonham,” he said abruptly, making her jump. “Do you wish to stand here or accompany me to my quarters?”

Contests!

To celebrate the release of Amorous Overnight, I’m giving away a Kindle Fire on the Smutketeers blog. I’m also giving away a $25 gift card to one lucky visitor to Cristal’s blog—just comment on this post, telling me why you like to read alien romance, and you’ll be entered. :D

Thanks for dropping by, and a special thanks to Cristal for hosting me today!

Road Trip!

Four for the Show ButtonI’m going on a road trip and hope to see you all there. I’m celebrating my new release Four For The Show.There is giveaways too! So make sure you visit all all the lovely hosts on my tour.

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Tattooed Book Review 2/7- Fri
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Spectator Sex

Did that get your attention? :)

Have you ever wanted to watch or be watched? Well my heroine, Tara, in my new release has wanted a little both. Discover how she becomes the watcher to the watchee in Four For The Show. Out today from Ellora’s Cave.

And hot off the presses!  Two early reviews for Four For The Show.

Paranormal Book Fairy    “Reading this book was hot but quick. Just reading will make you hot. (Time for a cold shower)”

Book Nook Nuts  “The book is well written and the author definitely gets graphic with the content

Blurb

Spectator Sex. Intriguing. Risqué. The idea of watching other people have sex excites Tara to distraction. She hopes Joe is as eager as she to slip into voyeur mode so they can take another step in their sexual adventures. The last thing she expects is to evolve from watching ménages to being part of the show. Or for the two hot men who join her and Joe to not be able to keep their hands off each other.

Inside Scoop: In addition to being with three men, our lucky heroine gets a little foreplay of the female variety.

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I chewed my lip and read the tweet. Dare I?

I widened my eyes and read it again then sucked in a deep breath as I positioned the curser over the words. Before I could change my mind, I highlighted, right-clicked, saved and pasted it into an email for Joe.

Get hot and wet @desireafterdark Friday night w/#spectatorsex #sexclub #couples #singlewomen

My heart pounded and after just a nanosecond of hesitation I hit Send then laced my fingers together, clutching tightly, and rested my chin on them. How long would it take for a reply? Sure I had work to do, but right now I was dying to know what he’d say.

We were fairly new, a fresh couple who wasn’t really a couple. We’d met a few months ago and had jumped in the sack pretty much right away. Our chemistry was almost uncontrollable and the sex was great. No it was fucking unbelievable. We’d just clicked, both in and out of bed. But we were not a forever couple and had made it clear to each other right off the top. It wasn’t as if there were anything wrong with him. Joe was incredibly hot and knew all my buttons. He’d be a perfect forever partner, but I just wasn’t ready for that yet.

One thing we’d never discussed was going to a sex club. Hadn’t even talked fantasies or desires, or secret wants. Yet. Now was the perfect time to start. Holy shit. Well, this email would certainly separate the men from the boys.

Spectator sex. Now that was intriguing. I hadn’t really given it thought before, but a little twizzle of excitement made me catch my breath. It meant we could go without any self-imposed pressure of having to join into any groups. Sit in the back. Watch. Get hot, horny and wet. And fuck.

I sat up when a new message announced its arrival into my inbox with a ping. That was quick. It hadn’t taken Joe long to reply and if that were any indication, I knew exactly what his answer would be.

Clicking the message open, I smiled. Guess who’s going out to party tonight!

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“Parking is a bitch here,” Joe said, without a hint of frustration. One of the things I liked about him—how he just goes with the flow. He wheeled the big truck through the cramped parking lot. I glanced around and couldn’t agree more.

“I bet I can squeeze this beast into that spot there. Hop out because the door will be up against that bush.”

I grabbed my purse and after a brief contemplation of bringing in our gym bag with our swimsuits, decided to leave it behind. We could always get it later. The chill of fall was in the air and struck me after being in the warm truck cab. The gravel parking lot was hell on my stiletto heels so I put my weight onto the toes and hurried out of Joe’s way. It was frigging cold and goose bumps rippled along my flesh. I wrapped my arms around my waist, trying to keep my body heat close.

I was definitely still in summer mode. The micro-mini and slips of fabric covering my breasts could hardly be called suitable for this brisk night. But I knew the unwritten dress code here, having been once a long time ago with friends for a pole dance night. Less is more. Skimpy is in. Exposure is key. So, with my pussy and ass almost hanging out of the mini, and my boobs pushing the limits of the top, I was set to blend in with the rest of the crowd.

Joe had the truck squeezed in and prowled to my side. The intensity in his eyes, dark and sensual, was enough to fire off all my nerve endings into a surge of awareness. I needed his arms around me, for both the chill of the night but also for the heat that flared deep in my belly.

“You’re shivering,” he stated. Always the practical one.

“Suffering for the cause.”

“When the hell did you buy that getup anyway and where have you hidden it?” He squeezed me and leaned down, taking the lobe of my ear between his lips. Gawd, I loved it when he did that. Heat bloomed in my already excited libido. “You’ll be the hottest bitch in the place.”

I moaned when his lips moved down my neck. “Hardly. Wait ’til, ahh shit…um, you see how they dress in there.” My legs wobbled when his hand swept down my back and squeezed my ass in a tight grip. “Joe, stop.”

He turned me and pushed me up against the cab of the truck. I yelped when the cold metal shocked my heated flesh.

“Do you really want me to stop?”

**** Plus One was also set at Desire After Dark, so if you liked Four For The Show, then maybe you might like to read Plus One.

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Sexual Poison

Cristal, how cool to be here. It was great hanging with you and the other Ellora’s Cave writers at RWA. Definitely an eye-opening experience. Since then I’ve had a new release and I’m really excited about it. For those who don’t know, I write erotic romances inspired by the classics and this particular story has a poisonous heroine.

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Beatrice Rappaccini is tired of the one-night stands that keep her alive. Tired of the illness she causes when she releases her sexual poisons into her partners. But when she meets Zach Woodman, everything changes. Desperate for what she can’t have, she puts her heart and life on the line, ignoring the anonymous letters warning her to stay away from Zach.

Zach Woodman, logger turned chainsaw artist, has the perfect life, but no one to share it with after the deaths of the women he loved. Fascinated by the sexually experienced yet naïve Bea, he promises himself he will end their hot relationship before fate takes another beautiful woman from the world.

But he discovers Bea has no idea how to have a relationship, and he is perplexed by her strange behavior, hippie mother, six fathers and her request to give him every man’s sex fantasy. It is only when he might lose her that he realizes he must make a decision that will break his heart either way.

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Excerpt from PASSION’S POISON

Chapter One

Present day

 

Zach Woodman was too local to be her lover.

Beatrice Rappaccini reminded herself of that fact as she drank in the sight of the shirtless man using a chainsaw in the forest clearing. The stark muscles in his arms and back danced with the movements of the machine as he angled it through a massive log standing on its end. His jeans stretched against straining thigh muscles braced in a slightly bent position, his construction boots encased in mud.

Bea tried to breathe, but the heat infusing her flesh overwhelmed her. What was happening? She had released her body poisons less than two nights ago down in the city, but this desire making her heart beat as fast as a hummingbird’s wings felt different. This couldn’t be good.

She gulped in air, desperate to control her breathing even as her high-heeled boots sank deep into the mud of the forest floor.

Zach moved to the side of the log and carved out a deep groove. Bea watched his pectorals tense under the layer of dirt covering his chest as he held the machine steady.

Mesmerized, she tried to take a deep breath but her lungs constricted, refusing to allow in the cool forest air. Her head spun as darkness encroached on her peripheral vision. Oh damn. She pulled her feet from the muck and sat down hard on a stump nearby. Dropping her head between her knees, she closed her eyes and focused her attention on inhaling.

As oxygen flowed into her lungs, the clearing grew quiet and unease replaced her near panic. She opened her eyes to find two boots standing in front of her. Silently, she wished she could crawl under the granite rock lying between those feet.

Since that wasn’t an option, she lifted her head. Zach’s sweat-streaked six-pack abs came into view above the edge of his blue jeans. Her stomach clenched. It tightened even more as his muscled chest, complete with wood shavings caught among the short, dark hairs, seized her attention. She took another calming breath, ignoring the growing warmth between her legs, thankful she remained seated.

Her gaze reached his angular face, where she found he had taken off his goggles. His green eyes, filled with curiosity, stared at her. His mouth quirked. “Are you okay?”

She shivered as his baritone voice slid through her like an otter through water, leaving ripples of weakness suffusing her body. She swallowed a groan. Mentally, she reached for the hospitality professional she’d trained to be. “Yes, I just need a moment.” The breathy answer was anything but professional.

His scrutiny didn’t leave her face. “Can I get you something? A bottle of water? A beer?”

She nodded, not trusting her voice.

His grin pulled the corners of his dark lips, moving the stubble of his unshaven face to form black arcs around the sides of his mouth. He turned and strode toward the log cabin she’d come upon at the end of the dirt driveway, his confident swagger demanding her attention.

She wrenched her gaze from his tight ass to give her body a chance to cool. She was here on business and her libido had to behave. Her body’s attraction to this man didn’t make sense. She had released her debilitating sexual toxins in a one-night stand on Saturday and had reached orgasm three times. It was only Monday. She should have a whole week of relief. Somehow, she had to gain control of herself.

By the time Zach returned with water and a beer, she hoped she appeared normal. He silently held out both. She accepted the water bottle while he opened the Bud Light and took a couple gulps. She stared as his Adam’s apple bobbed along the corded muscles of his neck. Desperate to dampen the heat in her body, she raised her drink and sipped.

He gestured toward her with the half-empty beer. “Feeling better?”

She swallowed the cool water and cleared her throat. “Yes, thank you. I’m not sure what happened. I probably should’ve had breakfast this morning.”

He looked at the sky before returning his attention to her. “Breakfast? It has to be about lunchtime.”

She tried a slight smile but feared it came across more as a grimace, so she offered her hand. “I’m Beatrice Rappaccini from the Lakeside Inn in Meriden.”

He grasped her hand in a strong grip, causing fire to shoot through her arm, across her body and straight to the juncture of her thighs. She almost squeaked in surprise.

“I’m Zach Woodman, but I imagine you already figured that out. What can I do for you, Ms. Rappaccini?”

Oh, the possibilities were endless. She looked at the zipper of his jeans and wished it open. He could strip and push his hard cock into her hungry body and make her come until she screamed. She’d never screamed before, but she had a feeling she could with him.

“Ms. Rappaccini?”

She started and pulled her gaze from his crotch. Had she seen a bulge growing there or was it her imagination? What was happening to her? “Please, call me Bea.” Oh that sounded way too husky. She really needed to get a hold of herself.

She stood, wavering a bit in her heels. He grasped her arm and steadied her, getting wood shavings on the sleeve of her green dress, but she didn’t think he noticed. Did he notice anything about her, such as the fact her body reacted to him like wildfire to wind? With the constant smirk on his face, it was hard to know.

She tried to find a semblance of composure as she removed her arm from his grip. “I’m here to commission a carving for one of the Larsens’ inns, specifically, the Lakeside. The Larsens would like something unique.”

He took another swig of beer, but his gaze never left her. “Hmm, something unique, as in abstract, or just different from my other carvings?”

Bea shook her head. “Definitely not abstract. The Larsens prefer rustic to fit in with the environment. I wandered through your shop,” she pointed back toward the log cabin with the sign “Zach’s” burned into it, “but nothing there is quite right.”

He wiped his forehead with the beer bottle as he contemplated, staring at her with his brows drawn together in concentration.

Did he think about the carving or her? She blushed. Since when couldn’t she read a man? Her very survival depended on her ability to find men who were attracted to her. So why was he different? And why was she so affected?

He drained his beer and smirked. “I think this will take some time and I need to wash up. Would you mind staying for lunch while we work on it? You could use some food and I need a break.”

She shrugged. “Sure, I’d be happy to.” She’d be happy to do whatever he wished, take off her clothes, sit on that log, let him—ugh. She had to stop this.

He turned away from her. “Great. This way.”

 

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Lexi Post spent years in higher education taking and teaching courses about classical literature. From the early American short story, Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Masque of the Red Death” to the 20th century American epic The Grapes of Wrath, from War and Peace to the Bhagavad Gita, she’s read, studied, and taught great classic literature.

But Lexi’s first love is romance novels. In an effort to marry her two first loves, she started writing erotic romance inspired by the classics and found she loved it.  Lexi feels there is no end to the romantic inspiration she can find in great classic literature.

Lexi lives with her husband and cat in the Caribbean where gorgeous sunsets, warm weather, and driving on the left are the norm. She makes her own ice cream every weekend, loves bright colors, and you will never see her without a hat (unless she is going incognito).

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Treat Bag

Who has cats? I have two. Cuddles and Bandit. I call them our ditch kittens as someone tossed a litter in the ditch by my farm fifteen years ago. When we were saying goodbye to the family at Thanksgiving (Canadian one) the two tiny kittens came up to us, sat at our Emma up closefeet in the driveway and the rest, as they say, is history.
I’m more of a dog and horse person, but there is something very special about these guys. In 2007 they went to live with my  parents since I was selling the farm and mom and dad never gave them back. They loved them too much. The cats came home to me three months ago, since dad couldn’t care for them after mom died before Christmas.
The pic is of Emma though. She is a sweetie. I tried to take pics of the cats with my phone and send them, but it didn’t work. So you get pups instead.
Cuddles is great, no trouble and purring machine. Bandit is good too except he wails. Yes, WAILS! Mainly in the middle of the night. So they are put in the basement during the week. But on the weekends, I let them stay upstairs.
Bandit has been known to lick and nip me in the night. Not really the kind of nipping and licking I’m wanting when in bed. Anyway, cat stories aside it’s Sunday and I’m going to give you a sneak peak of something I started yesterday. It’s still very rough. A series of quickie stories I’ll send to my fab editor at Ellora’s Cave and I hope she will love them.
Kitties love their cat treats too. Shake that bag and they come running. If I shook my caveman bag, would you coming running for your treats?
Well, I shook my bag and look what fell out. Ellora’s Cave Cavemen. Which Caveman do you think should be the Rankin brothers? I know who I’m picking :)
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Meet the Rankin’s!
She felt her way through the darkened cabin to lavatory. It was brightly illuminated and blinded her briefly. Perfect timing to for the plane to hit a pocket of turbulence. Trish lost her footing, didn’t see the door open and catapulted headlong into a person coming out. Not just any person, but a mountain of a man. She reached out to steady herself, her fingers closing around some very impressive, iron hard muscled shoulders
Arms snaked around her like steel bands, holding her tighter than she’d ever been held before.Trish sucked in a surprised gasp. He smelled so damn good too. Trish blinked and looked up, way up. This man was huge, muscled, broad, tanned, blond…Viking blond with brown eyes that reminded of her of chocolate syrup she wanted to let pour all over her. Sticky, sweet, delightful.
Holy shit.
She swallowed when her heart tripped over itself and she just about gushed in her panties. This is what you get for being celibate for too damn long.He stared back at her, the right side of his mouth curved up in a smile.
Wanna join the Mile High Club you sexy beast you?
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so from the pic above, pick the Rankin brothers. One is Grant, who you’ve met here and the other is Daniel, his older brother which you haven’t met yet. Both are South African. 

 

No Toys Tonight

Today is my release with Sybarite Seductions. A double point of view story No Toys Tonight.

I hope you enjoy the blurb and except below. I’m curious about something though, have any of you ever entertained the idea of stranger sex? We’d love to know and if you’re brave enough to say, leave a comment.

   No Toys Tonight

Girls’ night out at a male strip club, at first Fiona thought it was just what she needed to let her hair down and go wild. But when things get a little bit out of hand, she bolts, right into the car of a very sexy-voiced cabby. Or so she thinks.

Nearly blinded by the blowing dust, it takes her a few moments to realize she’s stumbled into the backseat of a police car. When she discovers the cop is just as sexy as his voice, her inner wild child begs to come out and play.

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No Toys Tonight—Off Duty 

After a rough work day, all off-duty cop Reid wants is pizza, beer and to watch football. But fate has other plans for him. Outside a strip club a gorgeous beauty flags him down and his sense of duty makes him stop.

Despite a case of mistaken identity, Reid can’t help but be attracted to the woman in his backseat, and when she propositions him, he’s unable to resist the call to duty.

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BLURB

“Holy shit, you’re a cop.”

“Am I? Hadn’t noticed.”

Fiona couldn’t look away from him and her tongue was tied. He smiled and the cutest dimple creased into his cheek. Her finger itched to reach out and trace it. He was one hot dude. “I-I’m sorry. I was blinded by the dust and thought you were cab.” She glanced around. This wasn’t a normal cop car. It was plush almost, a comfy sedan with fabric seats and darkened windows. “Umm, this doesn’t look like a cop car.”

“It’s a detective vehicle. Unmarked.” He was still driving and she caught his look in the rear view. “So, what are you plans for the rest of the night?”

Did he just ask her out? Go with it Fiona. Go with it.

She put on the best seductive smile she could muster and said the first thing that came to her mind. “I’ve been a very bad girl and need to be punished.”

He didn’t say a thing. Just stared at her. Oh god, had she just gotten herself arrested as a hooker or something? But when his mouth quirked into a smile, she knew it was okay. Fiona sighed and leaned back on the seat, rubbing her palm over the fabric, thankful it wasn’t a police cruiser with sticky, plastic seats.

So then, what do you think comes next? I hope you liked the blurb and want to read more.

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Be bad…you might like it.

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Sneak Peek Sunday 02/24 – No Toys Tonight

I have a new release coming March 1 with Sybarite Seductions. It’s in their Daring line. A very cool idea where there are two stories, his and hers. You can buy each one individually or both of them.

Mine is a delicious case of mistaken identity that leads to some fun playtime in the back of a car. But I can’t tell you what kind of car. That’s up to you to discover.

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Girls night out at a male strippers. At first Fiona thought it was just what she needed, let her hair down and go wild. But when things start getting a little bit out of hand, she bolts right into the car of a very sexy voiced cabby. Or so she thought. Nearly blinded by the blowing dust, it takes her a few moments to realize her mistake.

After a rough work day, all off duty cop Reid wants is pizza, beer and to watch football. But fate has other plans for him. A gorgeous beauty flags him down outside a strip club and his sense of duty makes him stop.

A classic case of mistaken identity sparks a dangerous attraction that can only be satisfied with a daring sexual encounter. Is the risk of discovery too great, or the freedom of anonymous stranger sex even more delicious than denying the lust between them heating up the car?

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You can find me at:

https://twitter.com/#!/CristalRyder

The Cabal of Hotness

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Ellora’s Cave

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