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I shared an excerpt of my upcoming Ellora’s Cave release, Slow Burn, over on International Heat. Check it out here

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Eyes on you

Kiss me

M/m–explicit

I interviewed Heidi over on International Heat. Come see

Yup, it’s my week over at International Heat. Come on over. There will be prizes.

If I had to describe Jambrea using one word, it would be FEARLESS. I know what you’re thinking. Bold, italics and underlined? Seriously?  But that’s how fearless she is!

Jambrea has assured me time and again that this quality is only manifested over the internet and that she is really quite shy. I do not believe her. I’m a member of a few of the Yahoo! groups Jambrea’s on. Effortlessly interacting with author and readers alike, she is always ready with a kind word of encouragement, the answer to a question or request for help, and a suggestion of someone else who might be able to assist if she can’t. And let’s not even talk about when Jambrea loves a story or an author. Anyone that knows her will tell you that she doesn’t hesitate to spread the love

Jambrea’s online presence is a thing of wonder but she’s even more amazing offline. Okay, so except for sleeping, she’s never technically offline. hehe I’m talking about when she’s not on the groups. I don’t know what I would do without her and I hope I never have to find out.

My favorite Jambrea book is not yet finished but here’s the blurb and excerpt from the first story she wrote, Dreams. It’s in the Over the Moon anthology.

Book one in the Seeds of Dawn Series

Anabella’s dreams bring her to David, but is he the salvation she’s looking for?

Anabella Pouge is plagued with powers she can’t control, making her life far from normal when all she wants is ordinary. Change is coming her way when she must flee with a man straight out of her dreams.

David Sanders is sent to find Anabella. Without her, the future of his wolf pack is in danger. Forced to travel to the middle of nowhere, David finds Anabella might mean more than just his pack’s survival.

Will the two make it back to the pack in time? Can Anabella and David accept each other and the coming changes to their lives?

The woman made his heart stop. Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe her. The goddess—all curvy and lush—caused his libido to go haywire, making his cock swell and throb. Usually lust didn’t hit him this hard or fast. It had to be the heavenly aroma coming from the woman. She looked to be close to six feet with long, flowing red hair. He wanted to tangle his hands in it and pull her to him for a kiss. He tried to shake it off, but the urge became stronger, almost like a spell compelling him to go to her.
When she turned around, their eyes locked. He could easily drown in their liquid, green depths. She blinked, and the spell shattered until her tongue darted out to lick her luscious, red lips. He felt his cock swell even more.
Her face turned a beautiful shade of rose. David wondered if she could see the tent his dick created in his pants from looking at her. He got up from his table and took a step forward then hesitated when he noticed her backing away. She slipped out of the diner, but David’s eyes never left her.
It appeared he’d found Anabella Pouge.

Bella felt someone staring at her. She clutched her wolf pendant and turned to look for the source. She spotted the man in the diner, and a wave of lust washed over her body. She couldn’t believe he existed. Her dream man, the man who haunted and teased her, making her want what she knew she could never have. Her knees weakened, and she had to clutch the doorframe. Her face flushed, her body going up in flames from the heat of his stare.
The man had to be over six feet tall with black hair and black eyes. He looked like he’d been painted straight from her fantasy. He even had the scar by his right eye. She wanted to reach out and trace it like she had so many times in her dreams. He’d done things to her she’d never dared allow a living, breathing man to do. Her panties dampened as she thought about him and their night time romps. She had to leave now, because if she didn’t, she would touch him.
She missed a step on her way out of the diner and fell on her ass.
The heat of embarrassment surged up her face, and she glanced around. Of course, her dream man saw her and walked straight towards her, stalking her with a look of lust in his eyes. She tried to scramble up, but the long skirt she wore tangled around her feet. At least she could say this was the first time she’d fallen head over heels for a guy. Bella covered her mouth with her hand to stop the hysterical laughter from bursting forth. She needed to get away.
She couldn’t let him touch her, or she would have a headache for a week. Bella had learned the hard way that a touch from someone caused a weird echo in her head, as if she merged with the other person’s mind. It created a psychic pulse that stayed with her, sometimes causing her to black out. She’d never learned to block it, and that was why she stayed away from people. How stupid to think coming into town would be a good idea.
She managed to get to her feet as her dream man reached out to her, closing the distance. She inched away from him before he could touch her.
“Wait! Stop. I need to talk to you.”
He sounded as wonderful in real life as he did in her dreams, but she couldn’t stop now, no matter how much she wanted that honey-coated voice to wash over her. She needed to get away—fast. She turned and moved towards her car.
“Anabella…wait.”
Those words stopped her in her tracks. How did he know her name? Who was this man?
She turned back around as dread pooled in the depths of her stomach. He rushed forward again, and Bella put out her hand.
“Stop! Don’t move.” Her voice held a slight tremor.

Pssst…Dreams will be releasing as a single title later this year. Shh. You didn’t hear that from me In any case, if you haven’t read it yet, I’m sure you don’t want to wait. Click on the cover to link to Total-e-Bound where you can purchase Over the Moon and have a look at Jambrea’s other titles with them.

p.s. I’m in a sequel. Woot!

Jambrea has built up a substantial backlist in a very short time. Check out her website to see. She’s over at the International Heat blog all week. There will be hot guys and prizes. Head on over there for a chance to drool win!

Jayne is AWESOME! She hooked me with her story Nice and Naughty in the Three’s Company anthology but what put her into the stratosphere for me was Night is Darkest.

Ty and Mason. Mason and Ty. *happy sigh* So freakin’ hot!! That Lacey is one lucky lady. Damn her!

Night is Darkest is my favorite Jayne Rylon book and the excerpt today is part of my favorite scene in the story.

Genre: Romantic Suspense, Red Hots!

ISBN: 978-1-60504- 800-0
Length: Novel
Price: 5.50
Publication Date: November 24, 2009
Cover art by Natalie Winters

Some secrets refuse to stay hidden.

Lacey Daughtry’s perfect weekend is interrupted by tragic news of her brother’s murder in the line of duty. Plagued by a rash of mysterious phone calls, she turns to her brother’s best friends and fellow officers for protection…and comfort.

Spending time in close contact with Mason and Tyler, the two men she’s dreamed of since her first girlhood crush, seems like the answer to a prayer. Especially when they begin to explore the desire she’s harbored for so long.

But the partners are holding out on Lacey. Determined to suppress the most extreme facets of their lust, they agree to settle for sharing the woman they crave while concealing their desire for each other. Until Lacey cracks their resolve, unleashing a torrent of emotions that threatens to distract them when they can least afford it.

Their blossoming relationship is complicated by secrets. And the only way to evade the killer threatening their lives is to bare their souls in the darkest hours of the night. Or everything will come crashing down, just before the dawn.

Warning: After reading this book you’ll never look at a pair of hot cops, a cemetery or a can of Spaghetti-O’ s the same way again.

Excerpt -

Tyler huddled into his charcoal wool jacket to avoid the chill as he slunk across the frosted lawn to the backdoor of the apartment he shared with Mason. Above it, a single hundred-watt bulb made an ineffective beacon welcoming him home in the early morning glow. The dread pumping through his nervous system rivaled any he’d experienced as a teenager praying he’d evade MomDAR after a late-night excursion. Only, this time, his roommate inspired the apprehension instead of the debauchery that had earned the repercussions.

He estimated his chance of making it inside undetected to be about as abysmal as the chance of wiping the memory of burying himself in Lacey’s virgin pussy from his mind. But, son of a bitch, even a lifetime of torment—knowing exactly what he was missing—would be worth the taste of rapture he’d stolen.

Now he had to pay for it.

Tyler paused to consider the merits of jimmying a window before he abandoned hope and squared his shoulders in preparation for the come-to-Jesus ass chewing he deserved. The metal stairs creaked by design as he ascended. They’d worked hard to make this place their own as much as possible for a no-frills rental unit. No one could slip in with them unaware. They’d seen too much shit during their time on the force to be less than vigilant at home.

He cringed when an image of the crime scene including Rob’s mutilated body as a gruesome centerpiece flashed, unbidden, into his mind. Fuck Mason. Fuck his iron willpower. Ty’d needed Lacey as much as she’d needed him last night. Her soft innocence paired with fiery desire had cauterized the gaping wound in his heart, at least temporarily.

The award he and Mason had received for exemplary service rattled on its prominent shelf as the door slammed behind him. He’d just unlaced his shoes when movement from the scarred leather sofa caught his attention. Legs splayed, shirtless despite the chill, Mason poured a stream of amber liquid into the glass nestled between his bunched thighs.

Ty licked his lips. “I’m impressed. Whiskey before breakfast. We haven’t done that in years.”

“Haven’t been to bed yet.” Mason’s pupils had dilated from sitting in the dim room. The ebony centers overshadowed his cerulean eyes, making them appear ominous despite his calm tone. “That makes it a nightcap.”

The measured speech didn’t fool Tyler. A telltale muscle jumped along the right side of Mason’s neck and his knuckles whitened around the bottle of Jack before he set it, with overabundant precision, on the end table they’d scored off a buddy who’d moved in with his fiancée. It had been too “bachelor pad” for her tastes, which made it perfect for their eclectic refuge of hand-me-downs.

“You worked the case all night despite the captain’s orders? You have a gut feeling on this one, don’t you?”

Mason didn’t answer the rhetorical questions. Instead, he fired a fierce stare in Ty’s direction. Goddamn, would he ever blink?

Ty tried not to shuffle like a kid busted with his hand in the cookie jar but that’s exactly what he felt like. “Shit! Say something already. Curse at me, let the bottle fly or kick my ass old-school. Just quit looking at me like that.”

“Like what? Like you’re the scum of the earth? Like you’re a cock-sucking asshat who broke the shit out of a pact with his best fucking friend?”

“But how could it stop there?!” you wail? If you head on over to Jambrea’s blog, there’s more. And when you read that bit, you’ll want the whole book. I know it!

Check out Jayne’s website and see what she’s doing over at International Heat this week. There will be prizes

T and I worked together many moons ago. If I tell you where, I’ll have to kill you And we became friends—nothing forges friendship faster than a rabid addiction to m/m. hehe Soon after we ceased to be coworkers, T started her ebookaddict blog. It’s been so awesome to watch the blog morph into what it is today. T’s love of books shines through with every post, whether it’s a review or a commentary on the ebook industry. Her tireless promo of authors is invaluable and much appreciated. I’m so proud to have her in my corner.

Check out her shiny new website at Ebook Addict Reviews. There’s always something interesting going on.

T reviewed a book we both loved–Regularly Scheduled Life. You can read the entire review at her site but here’s a snippet:

The characters have been together for 6 years and have a wonderful relationship so sweet it makes your teeth ache or so their friends say. You will laugh and cry, you’ll cuss out them out — tell them to pull their heads out of their asses. You’ll want to scream no don’t do that! You’ll be sorry!…

I agree wholeheartedly! lol

Pop over to International Heat where T has the reins this week. She will be sharing sizzling excerpts and giving away loot. You don’t want to miss it.

Yup, you read that right. International Heat has a brand new member, the fabulous Anne Rainey!

One of my favorite stories of Anne’s is Touching Lace.

Taking friendship to a whole new level…

Lacey Vaughn is tired of being dumped on by men. It’s clear she needs help in the ways of seduction. Over cappuccinos, Lacey shares her worries with pal Nick Stone. Being the good friend that he is, Nick offers to give Lacey a few pointers in the ways of sexual pleasure. From his first touch, Lacey forgets all about lessons. Now all she wants is more of his luscious body and skillful touches.

Nick’s craved Lacey for months. He’s done watching her waste herself on losers. It’s time she saw him as more than the dreaded good friend. He’ll do nearly anything to have the little spitfire all for himself.

But in order to get Lacey past her insecurities, Nick will have to put it all on the line—including his heart—and pray he doesn’t lose her forever.

You can read Chapter One over on Anne’s website. Check out what fun she has in store this week at the International Heat blog. There might be a contest going on. I heard she’s picking more than one winner

If I had to describe Lexxie in one word, well, uh…I couldn’t. So I’ll pick two!

Dangerously erotic.

You want that I should explain (said in the worse Italian accent ever)? Nope, I’ll do better. I’ll give you the perfect example:

Spaceport: Hidden Phase

Secrets Are Dangerous. And So Is Desire.

“Target acquired. Registered name, Sabian Talano.”
“Record?”
“None.”
“Military service?”
“None.”
“What have you got on him?”
“Registered name, Sabian Talano.”
“That’s it? No history of any kind?”
“No other information is available at this time.”

No one on Spaceport Adana knows who Sabian Talano really is. Everything about Talano, the head bouncer at the spaceport’s most popular bar, Haze, is shrouded in absolute mystery. All that’s known is this: Don’t piss him off if you want to stay in one piece. Don’t mess with Emylie, his equally mysterious companion, if you want to stay alive. No one knows who Sabian Talano is, and that’s exactly the way he wants it to stay.

So who is the woman in skin-tight red leather called Falynn Mavek who suddenly appears on the spaceport? Who is the massive man with her, she calls Forty-Two? What is she doing on ’Port Adana asking questions about the secretive head bouncer? And why do her eyes burn with hunger when she finally finds him?

Sabian Talano’s dark chilling past is about to catch up with him. And it couldn’t be more dangerous. Or erotic.

See! It even says it in the last line of the blurb. And now, for a never before seen teaser from Hidden Phase, unless you’ve already read it, of course.

He flicked his wrist, spinning her around until her back faced him. Whipping his free arm around her torso, he flattened his hand against the firm plane of her stomach and yanked her backward, smashing her back against his torso. His throbbing cock nestled perfectly in the crevice of her ass cheeks, the second-skin suit she wore leaving little barrier. Even through the leather of his trousers he could feel the toned curve of each cheek hug the form of his growing erection. A wave of hot, hungry desire rolled through him and he smoothed the hand on her belly upward, closing his fingers around her left breast, taking possession of its swollen weight, her nipple a rock-hard point under his palm.

Sabian pulled in a breath, the distinct scent of her arousal filling his nostrils, his being. His head swam for a split second. Fuck, he could never forget the perfume of her desire. He’d taken it into his body every training session in the holo-dojo, a soft, subtle intoxicating muskiness he’d grown addicted to. She’d lusted after him from the very first moment, just as he had her. It had taken all his control to not throw her onto the nearest surface and bury himself up to the balls in her tight wetness every time he was near her.

Falynn arched into his hold, thrusting her breasts forward and her ass backward, grinding into his cock as she placed her free hand on top of his. She guided his caress on her breast, making him cup and squeeze the heavy swell. Making him massage its soft, full form in slow, deliberate circles that sent ribbons of delicious heat through his body down into his groin. “You always were an arrogant SOP,” she stated, her fingers threading through his, her ass sliding up and down the length of his clothes-trapped shaft in a rhythm mimicking the one she set with her hand on her breast.

He dragged in another deep breath, heat flooding his balls… and almost lost his grip on Falynn’s wrist when she hooked her nails into the pressure point in his palm and twisted in his hold.

She spun about, the arm he’d held pinned behind her back now skewed out to the side, her other arm locked straight as she gripped his wrist in a fierce hold and stared straight at him. “But I’ve come a long way since you disappeared.”

With a blurring speed he couldn’t help but admire, she lifted her right leg and smashed her heel against his chest, launching herself back and upward, flipping head over heels. The fluid motion tore both their grips free of the other, and Sabian leapt forward, driving his shoulder into Falynn’s gut as she landed, feet perfectly steady, on the floor.

He drove her across the room, smashing her against the wall with brutal force. Her teeth clicked together and he captured the sound with his mouth, crushing her lips under his with a savage kiss. Her hands knotted in his hair, forcing his head still as she drove her tongue into his mouth, meeting the kiss with her own, demanding more. Lashing his teeth with her tongue before biting down on his bottom lip. He hissed in a breath and jerked his head free, the coppery tang of blood filling his mouth. Lifting his fingers to his lip, he gave Falynn a quick grin. “I should have remembered you bite.”

“Of course you should have,” she replied, breasts heaving, cheeks pink. “You taught me to.”

Get it here. You know you wanna.

Check out Lexxie’s other books on her website. And you can find her at the International Heat blog all week. She has a contest going where you can win a signed copy of any one of her print books – winner’s choice. There’s an Aussie treat up for grabs too! Enter here.

Welcome, Rhian!

I’ve already pissed off met Quinn and Rowan from Coyote’s Home and it’s a pleasure to have you here. Just in time for the release of Coyote Wild too! Uh…Brogan and Eloise declined to speak with me—I’m sure they were very busy and it wasn’t because Quinn and Rowan warned them off—so it’s up to you to spill the Coyote beans.

First up, when you started Coyote Home, was a series the plan?

Ah, now that’s an interesting question because I did start the series with Rowan and Quinn in the scene but alas it was Brogan and El who spoke to me the clearest. So I wrote Coyote Wild first. *grin* I entered CW in a call for a different publisher and the head editor asked if I’d write the first book first. Strange concept that. lol So I went back and wrote Coyote Home. I think I kind of always knew there’d be two books in the series.

How many Coyote Hunger books will there be?

Well that’s kind of growing as each book gets written. There are now four with a freebie short and a possible fifth book in the works. The freebie is Quinn and Rowan the night Rowan is forced to leave the pack all those years ago and the fifth book is possible about Dale Turner. You’ll meet him in Coyote Wild.

Is there a character in this series that you don’t have a story planned for but is quietly nagging you? I’m thinking Coyote Whispers for a title. Hehe

Lol Coyote Whispers is the title of the third book and it’s Gordie and Steve’s story. The fifth book is the quietly nagging character. Dale is proving interesting and he’s had very little page time so far so we’ll see. He’ll be on the page more in Coyote Whispers.

Whadaya know, I’m psychic! Or…my memory sucks and you told me about Coyote Whispers before. So much for my being clever. lol

Back to Brogan and Elise. Could you leave us with a Coyote Wild teaser?

How about a clean scene? *grin*

The rattle of old pipes in the wall behind him broke the silence. El must have gotten into the shower. Images of her naked, slick with water and soap filled his mind, stirred his blood and turned his dick rock hard. He squeezed his eyes shut but couldn’t stop his mind from picturing the woman on the other side of the wall.

Growling, he stalked to his room. It looked like he’d be showering too—in cold water. Quinn’s laughter followed him down the hall, grating on his already agitated nerves.

He strode into the bedroom, ripping his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor as he headed toward the bathroom. By the time he hit the cold tap, his pants were undone and halfway down his legs. In less than a minute he had his shoes off and his jeans following.

The pounding of water hitting tile drowned out the groan of frustration he couldn’t suppress at the sight of his cock. He’d never had so little control. The beast had remained suspiciously quiet and Brogan had to wonder what that was all about. He hadn’t felt it pulling to be free since he’d kissed El, since she’d come apart in his arms.

Damn!

He’d marked her. No wonder the beast had gone back to snoozing, it knew she was his. Stepping under the stinging spray, Brogan closed his eyes and raised his face, let the water stab his skin with its needle-like drops. His mind played over what he’d done, how she’d kissed him back with such demand.

Her need had been as great as his and when she’d shattered at his touch he’d been breathless with awe. She looked so beautiful flushed with arousal. Her eyes all dreamy, her lips plump from their kisses and her nipples hard as diamonds against his chest.

His cock twitched and oozed pre-cum. The cold shower did nothing to cool the blood boiling in his veins or the lust trampling on every nerve. He gave in, leaned back against the wall and grabbed his unruly cock in a tight fist.

I LOVE your version of clean

Rhian will be over at the International Heat blog all week.  Go on over and check her out. She’s running a contest. Winner gets one of her backlist books (including Coyote Wild–it’s out June 18. Woot!) as well as a sekrit, super dooper, bonus Aussie prize. Enter to win here