Jess and Sami get Down and Dirty

It’s just hours away from release day now. In fact, Down and Dirty is already available at Amazon.

So here’s the background on the other two stories in the boxed set. This time from me and Sami.

:)

From Jess:

Party Of Three – How it all began

Many years ago, before I was married or had kids or had even moved to Australia, I was single and living in South Africa. I had a very cool group of friends and tried to see them as often as possible. But real life tended to get in the way a lot. Work, commitments, family. To ensure we got to see one other often, we started getting together on Sunday nights. Last minute plans to meet somewhere for dinner. As the weeks turned into months, the plans became less last minute, and more of a standard weekly event we all looked forward to.

Every week we’d choose a really cool restaurant, make our booking and spend the night eating great food, drinking loads of alcohol and just enjoying being together. Those dinners soon became known as “The Sunday Night Supper Club.”

There were always a core group of friends who attended, and as time passed, others joined. Girlfriends, boyfriends, casual friends, out of towners. Some stayed and became part of the core group. Others didn’t. As relationships ended, some of the girlfriends and boyfriends left the club. Some stayed permanently – as couples got married. Then we went through a stage where a whole new group of people joined us. The next generation. Yep, some of us had kids, and we brought the newborns along in their baby seats. They’d sleep silently while we enjoyed our dinners. (Of course that only lasted a few months. when the babes got a little older, we’d leave them at home with sitters).

When we moved to Australia, one of the hardest things to leave behind was that Sunday Night Supper Club. It took years to accept that we no longer had a standing dinner date on a Sunday night.
I still miss those evenings out. And the friends we dined with.

A gift from the Club when we left for Sydney. It's hanging on our wall now. (And if you can read the plaque, you'll see it says, Sydney Supper Club 2003. Unfortunately, that subtle wish for the future never came to be.)

A gift from the Club when we left for Sydney. It’s hanging on our wall now. (And if you can read the plaque, you’ll see it says, Sydney Supper Club 2003. Unfortunately, that subtle wish for the future never came to be.)

I guess that’s the best thing about being an author. I can make the past come back to life. Which is what I’ve chosen to do with Party Of Three, my novella from the Down and Dirty boxed set.
It’s the first book in a brand new series, titled…The Sunday Night Dinner Club. And yep, you’ve got it. The series focuses on a group of friends who have a standing Sunday night arrangement to meet for dinner.
(In case you’re wondering why I substituted the word ‘supper’ for ‘dinner’… Well, Aussies don’t think of supper as dinner. For an Australian, supper is more like tea after dinner. And since this series in set in Sydney, I had to get the terminology right.)

So…read on for your first glimpse into the new series. (Oh, and if you’re wondering if the characters are based on real life friends from South Africa…well, my lips are sealed.) ;)
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Party Of Three: The blurb:

Two men, one woman and a whole menu of opportunities.

Sunday Night Dinner Club, Book 1

When Spencer Allen arranges an impromptu date with Chelsea Holden, the beautiful restaurant owner he’s lusted after for months, he discovers an unexpected obstacle in his quest for true love—his best mate.

Levi Barret’s always been reluctant to give his heart to one woman, until Chelsea catches his attention. Now he’s finding it difficult to think of anyone else.

Levi’s interest in Chelsea could spell the end of a lifelong friendship…or the beginning of a whole new relationship.

Warning: Be sure to keep a safe distance from the oven. When things heat up in this kitchen, sparks are going to fly.

Party Of Three: An excerpt:

He gasped hoarsely. “You’ve got me so fucking turned on, I could take you right here in the middle of Centennial Park and not regret it for a second.”
She didn’t bother answering. Not with words anyway.
She tunneled her hand into his hair, massaging his scalp and steering his head so his mouth was aligned with hers once more. Her eyes smoldered, her lids lowered to half-mast and breath puffed from her mouth. Then she took his lips with hers and proceeded to blow his world clean away with her kiss.
Last night, Levi had told Spencer he really liked Chelsea. This morning, those words made a mockery of his true feelings. He didn’t just like the woman. He was already halfway in love with her.
And God knew, Levi had not loved a woman in a long time.
He nudged her thighs apart, making space for himself between her legs. Then he bent his knees slightly and repositioned his hips, sighing in relief as his cock came to rest in the V of her thighs.
The urge to thrust against her almost did his head in, and repressing that urge about killed him, but outside, in the open like this, he had no choice. If he gave in to his impulses, he’d be arrested for public indecency.
It was Chelsea who broke the kiss this time round. “If we weren’t standing in the middle of Centennial Park,” she whispered in his ear, “I’d insist you fuck me. Hard and fast and right here against the paperbark tree.”
“Chels.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “You’re killing me.”
“You started it.”
With his eyes closed, her scent was even more alluring. Sweet and spicy and totally addictive. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the urge to grind against her—and was immediately rewarded by her muffled whimper and barely repressed shudder.
“Never would have needed to start this here if you’d agreed to marry me.”
“Can’t marry you, Levi.” She trailed her lips up to his ear and nibbled on his lobe—which instantly turned into an erogenous zone.
He tilted his head to the side to give her easier access. He moved his hands up her waist and rested his thumbs on her ribs. All he need do was brush them upwards and he’d caress the curves of those stunning breasts. “Give me a reason. One good reason and I’ll stop asking.”
A slow release of her breath tortured the side of his neck as she freed his ear and pulled back. Her shoulders seemed to sag against his chest.
Levi opened his eyes to find himself staring into hers. While he could still clearly see his desire reflected in those green pools, he saw something else too. Something he wasn’t altogether sure he liked.
She blinked several times but didn’t lower her gaze. “I don’t think you’re going to be happy with my reason.”
“If it keeps us apart, you’re probably right.”
“I want you to take me, Levi. I’ve wanted it a long time.” She licked her lips, and Levi found it almost impossible not to claim her tongue again. “For you to finally, finally fuck me.”
He muttered something unintelligible—mostly because intelligible speech failed him at that point.
“But…”
Shit, he hated that word. “But?”
“But you’re not the only one I’ve wanted for a long time.”
———–

Down and Dirty releases on the 27th of June at B&N and is available now at Amazon.
Meantime, you can pre-order it from:

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/449107
ARe – https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-downanddirty-1553399-166.html
AU iBookshttps://itunes.apple.com/au/book/down-and-dirty/id891299799?mt=11
US iBooks – https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/down-and-dirty/id891299799?mt=11
Kobo – http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/down-and-dirty-14

Happy reading,

Jess

From Sami:

Burning Up in Australia

Down and Dirty Special with quoteWhen we Divas first decided to do a boxed set of short MFM erotic romance stories, I was thrilled. I’d had a story idea in the back of my mind for a little while, but wasn’t sure whether to write it or not, nor did I know when I was going to get around to it. The boxed set gave me the impetus to get cracking, and as is usually the case when I write something short, I had a blast doing it! (I really need to write short more often, as it’s a nice little stress relief between these long and emotionally taxing tomes I tend to pen. If only most of my characters weren’t so full of angst I might be able to do it :).)

In Burning Up, there’s relatively little angst, especially when you compare it to the story it follows up. You see, Burning Up is a spin off of Erica’s Choice, which was kind of a big SERIOUS book eh? It’s not a sequel so can be read completely independently, but it stars some of the characters from Erica’s Choice. Pam spencer, Erica’s best friend and two more firefighters from Ashton Heights Firehouse, Steve Waller and Rob McConnell, are the trio in question. They lingered in my mind after I wrote Erica’s book, and let me tell you, Pam, Steve and Rob showed me an AWESOME time :).

Blurb:

Pam Spencer is sick of looking for love in all the wrong places. Sure, she wants a solid relationship, but if steamy casual sex is on offer, who is she to turn it down? Especially when the offer comes from not one, but two smokin’ hot firefighters.

Steve Waller has a serious thing for Pam, but she seems more interested in his mate Rob McConnell. When they both realise Pam is open to a threesome, they jump at the chance. Too bad Steve really wants Pam all to himself. But love can’t blossom out of a crazy one night three way. Can It?

And here’s just a teeny snippet from the first 3 way kiss the characters share:

Pam wriggled a little, an indication that she’d like some space. But Steve merely tightened his grip on her waist. To add to her torment, he even pressed his lips to her ear, brushing a hot breath over it that made her shiver. “You feel okay there, Pammy?”

Her response came out as little more than a rasp. “I don’t understand.”

She feared that was a lie. She feared she did understand all too well what Steve and Rob had planned for her.

Confirming her suspicions, Steve whispered. “Then we’ll show you. Do it, Rob.”

In an instant, Rob’s large hand was bracketing her jaw. The next thing Pam knew, his lips were on hers.

Softness. So much softness. She should have expected it from Rob, the nice guy, but she hadn’t. She’d imagined him passionate and out of control. But this kiss…it was lovely. He brushed his lips against hers, requesting her compliance before working her mouth open. Too shocked by the turn of events, Pam didn’t resist as Rob slid his tongue into her mouth. Her heart pounded as he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue over hers, stroking her waist…

No. That was Steve stroking her waist, Steve’s hand moving upward, and upward, until his fingers encountered the underside of her breast through the thin cardigan and silky camisole. Her nipple beaded, anticipating his touch. She wanted him to touch her there, to stroke her flesh to a hard point while Rob kissed her into a state of dreamy desire. She wanted it so badly, she arched her spine, writhing now not in protest, but in invitation.

Want more? You’re in luck, because Down and Dirty releases in 5 days! Friday 27th of June you can buy the full set on Amazon, and in the meantime you can add it to your Smashwords library or preorder it from ARe, Kobo and iBooks (and if you download the sample you get to read the first 2 chapters of Burning Up before the set releases).

Can’t wait for release day!

Sami

Lexxie and Rhian get Down And Dirty

With the release of Down & Dirty just two days away, it makes sense to give you insight into the thought behind the stories of this awesome boxed set.
Today, it’s Lex and Rhian. Friday, it’ll be Sami and myself.
So here you go Lexxie Couper and Rhian Cahill:

Lexxie:
Compliance: The Tale of a Nerd, A Jock and a Whole Lotta Action…
I came to the realisation I had a thing for nerds somewhere around the age of seventeen. Up until that point I only dated jocks. At seventeen…ish, I realised I actually enjoyed having a conversation. That was when I discovered a brain is sexy, maybe even sexier than a body. Of course, a nerd WITH a body is the ultimate fantasy for me, so it would make sense when I turned my mind to writing Compliance (my contribution to the Down Under Diva’s Down and Dirty box set) I would write a sexy nerd hero, right? This is exactly the kind of nerd I had in mind…

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Right there. That’s my nerd.

Just in case we’re not sure about the sexiness of a nerd, here’s some more images to whet your appetite…

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Of course, Compliance is a male/female/male menage story. And you know, if you’re in the middle of a male/female/male manwich, and one side of that manwich is a nerd, the other side has to be a jock, yes? To balance out your diet. A jock that looks like this, perhaps…

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Mmmmm…

Who wouldn’t want to have each of the above? Which would you chose? The nerd or the jock?

Bethany Sloan sure couldn’t decide when she found herself in lust with nerd and a jock. Of course, the New Yoker decided she didn’t have to. She was on vacation after all, only planning to spend two week in Australia. And then she met nerd, Logan Hill and jock, Curtis Clarkson, two hot Aussie guys and the most unlikely of best friends, and knew she had to have the both. At the same time. Together. Like, all three of them getting it on. A lot…and went about making sure that happened.

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EXCERPT

Standing there on Logan’s balcony with the humid summer air kissing her bare skin, and Logan’s and Curtis’s stunned stares roaming her body, Bethany had never ever been so turned on.

And nervous.

And excited.

And scared.

Fear had never gripped her before. She approached life without fear or hesitation, a lesson learnt the hard way after her brother had committed suicide due to the fear of living his life the way he wanted.

She swore she would never do that, never let her heart race with terror, her stomach knot with apprehension. But right now, she was scared.

Scared Logan and Curtis were going to reject what she so obviously presented.

Drawing a deep breath, aware it made her breasts rise and fall, she arched an eyebrow. “Questions?”

Logan didn’t move.

Curtis frowned.

Neither said a word.

Bethany’s tummy clenched. She licked her lip, her mouth suddenly dry. Okay, this wasn’t quite going the way she’d expected. She kind of assumed they’d be—

“What’s the tattoo say?” Logan’s low voice stroked her sanity.

She hitched in a breath, touching the single word inked into the skin beneath her pierced belly button. “Courage.”

Logan moved.

A single stride that destroyed the distance between them.

Stare locked on hers through the lenses of his glasses, he buried his hands in her hair, lowered his face to hers and took possession of her lips with his.

Liquid shards of heat sank into Bethany’s core. She gasped into his mouth, the action granting his tongue access to hers. He took it, a savage kiss of dominating hunger and need.

Bethany’s head swam. Fresh heat pooled in her belly. Oh God, she had not expected Logan to be like…this. Fuck, the sheer power in the kiss, the barely restrained desire of his tongue and lips was enough to propel her to the edge of sexual eruption already.

A whimper escaped her, the sound captured by Logan’s mouth a second before he tore his lips free of hers. “Ask me again if I’m hungry?” he murmured, his breath ragged.

Bethany licked her lips, not in a lame attempt at seduction. It was clear she didn’t need to resort to such measures now, not with Logan at least. His kiss had shaken her to the core, but she wanted more. Not just from him, but from…

Breath puffing from her in shallow pants, she slid her stare from Logan to where Curtis stood motionless, watching them both.

An inferno of lust and want burned in his blue eyes. His nostrils flared. His jaw bunched. “What about you, Curtis?” she asked, her voice a dry rasp.

Logan balled his fists tighter in her hair. A low groan fell from him. She didn’t need to drag her stare from Curtis to know Logan still studied her. If it wasn’t for the fact he pressed his hips harder to hers and rubbed the solid pole of a very impressive erection against her belly, she would have worried her question to Curtis had disturbed him. Perhaps it did, but his body’s response spoke otherwise.

Oh God, Bethany, what are you doing? What if they…

“You’re hungry, aren’t you, Curtis,” Logan stated, his breath hot on her cheek.

Curtis regarded her. The muscle in his jaw clenched again. “I’m hungry,” he agreed. His Adam’s apple slid up and down the strong column of his throat. “But are you sure you want to share, mate?”

The low laugh that rumbled in Logan’s chest turned the apprehensive nerves in Bethany’s belly into an urgent need, a ravenous want. She’d never heard such a confidently aroused sound. Ever.

She slid her stare up to Logan’s face, her breath catching at the open desire in his eyes. “Are you?” she asked.

***

Want more? You’re in luck, because Down and Dirty releases in 4 days! Friday 27th of June you can buy the full set on Amazon, and in the meantime you can add it to your Smashwords library or preorder it from ARe, Kobo and iBooks (and if you download the sample you get to read the first 2 chapters of Sami Lee’s Burning Up before the set releases).

 
Rhian:
Pass The Parcel – The story behind the story.

So this story begins with a conversation way back in 2012. Yeah I know, who can remember what they had for breakfast never mind a conversation that happened TWO years ago! Good thing I make notes. LOTS of notes. :)

Anyhoo……while promoting the Party Games series I got into a conversation with the lovely KittyKelly aka The Smutty Kitty and long story short I agreed to make her the heroine of the next Party Games book. :) Aren’t I nice. Oh, but wait. I get nicer. :lol: Instead of giving Kitty one hot guy I gave her two. See. I’m totally nice. ;)

I’m pretty sure Kitty had a good time playing pass the parcel. ;)

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It’s more than a game when their hearts are involved.

For one night Kitty is going to pretend she’s someone else. Someone not afraid of going after what she wants. And what she wants is a night of carnal pleasure with her two bosses.

Ethan and Finn have wanted their shy, innocent office manager since the moment they laid eyes on her. But months of issuing subtle invitations and innuendoes have gotten them nowhere. Until now.

Now she’s here. With them. And nothing will stop them from getting what they want—Kitty in their bed. Forever.

Warning: A heroine out of her depth and two sexy heroes determine to show her she’s capable of taking them both on.

 

EXCERPT:

 

COPYRIGHT © RHIAN CAHILL 2014

 

Ethan was the first to regain his composure. “Kelly. We don’t want to rush—”

“Rush? I think it’s safe to say this has been building for two years. There’s nothing rushed about that.” Damn. Where had this brave woman come from? “Let’s lay all our cards on the table. I want you both. Have for a long time.”

She raised her chin a notch when she’d finished. God, it felt good to take control of her desire.

“We haven’t kept it a secret from you that we like to share the women we take to bed,” Finn said.

She shook her head. “No, you haven’t.”

“And you understand that’s what we want with you?” Ethan asked. “To double team you?”

Kitty wasn’t sure if he was being a little crude to scare her or not. He’d be shocked to know the idea of having sex with both of them—at the same time—caused her pussy to clench and weep. “Yes. I understand that’s what you want.”

“And you’re up for that?” Finn asked. “To let us fuck you together?”

She nodded. Finn’s raw language robbed her of words.

Ethan stepped closer and Kitty could feel the heat radiating off him. “You know that means one of us will fuck your cunt while the other takes your tight arse.”

Oh God. She was melting now. Her insides were liquefying in the wake of their explicitness—in the animalistic nature of their lust and their refusal to hide it. Swallowing hard, she continued to nod.

“Have you taken it in the arse before?” Ethan murmured as he moved around her, pressed his chest to her back and ground his erection into her backside.

The nodding turned to shaking.

Ethan thrust against her as Finn moved up and plastered his chest to hers. “I’m going to fuck your sweet virgin arse while you suck Finn’s cock dry,” Ethan whispered in her ear before nipping her lobe.

The sharp sting drew a gasp from her throat and sent showers of electric sparks all over her skin. Like a sparkler, she lit up. Her legs trembled and she reached for support, her hands landing on Finn’s hot, hard chest, parting their bodies slightly. “I…”

“Tell us we can fuck you, Kitty,” Finn demanded in a voice that had dropped low and raspy.

“We need to hear you say it.” Ethan slid his hands up her ribs, brushing his fingers over her exposed skin, delivering another burst of sensory pleasure.

Her nipples hardened—throbbed—and she knew Finn could see them poking against the material of her top. As if he’d read her mind, he brought his hands up and stroked his thumbs over the taut peaks.

She would have been embarrassed by the whimper that left her throat if she wasn’t so deep in the pleasure their simple caresses gave her. God, if she was this far gone and they all still had their clothes on…

“I…” Kitty had to lick her dry lips. “I want…”

“What do you want?” Finn asked, adding a little more pressure to the stroke of his thumbs.

“Tell us. Whatever you want we’ll give you,” Ethan spoke against her bare shoulder as he dragged his lips across her skin.

This was it.

Her chance to have what she’d dreamed about for far too long.

“I want you to f-fuck me.”

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You can pre-order Down And Dirty from -

Smashwords – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/449107
ARe – https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-downanddirty-1553399-166.html
AU iBookshttps://itunes.apple.com/au/book/down-and-dirty/id891299799?mt=11
US iBooks – https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/down-and-dirty/id891299799?mt=11
Kobo – http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/down-and-dirty-14


Rhian Cahill

www.rhiancahill.com

Down and Dirty releases in less than two weeks

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The Down Under Divas are bringing you what the Down Under Divas do best…hot Aussie men being bad, and sexy, and romantic and dominating and lust-worthy.

Available June 27, the Down and Dirty box set is four brand new, never-before published m/f/m novellas, just perfect for your reading pleasure. But be warned…when the Down Under Divas decide to turn up the Aussie heat, you are really going to burn…

The Down and Dirty box set will be available for pre-order any second now, but if you can’t wait, let us tease you with the blurbs and these four excerpts from each of us…

DOWN & DIRTY:

Pleasure intensified. Desire multiplied.

Pass the Parcel by Rhian Cahill
For one night Kitty will be everything Ethan and Finn want. But living out her wildest fantasies was never meant to be this good. And when the sun comes up she’ll discover she’s given them more than her body. She’d given them her heart.

Compliance by Lexxie Couper
Bethany’s got a thing for two hot guys: a nerd and a jock. She’s also got a fantasy that will be mutually pleasurable for them all. She isn’t expecting complete and utter sexual domination though…nor losing her heart to one of them.

Party Of Three by Jess Dee
Spencer Allen’s quest for true love just hit a brick wall—his best mate, Levi Barret. Their mutual lust for the same woman, Chelsea Holden, could spell the end of their friendship…or the beginning of a whole new relationship.

Burning Up by Sami Lee
Pam Spencer is sick of looking for love in all the wrong places. Sure, she wants a solid relationship, but if steamy casual sex is on offer, who is she to turn it down? Especially when the offer comes from not one, but two smokin’ hot firefighters.

Excerpt – Party of Three by Jess Dee

Her eyes smoldered, her lids lowered to half-mast and breath puffed from her mouth. Then she took his lips with hers and proceeded to blow his world clean away with her kiss.

Last night, Levi had told Spencer he really liked Chelsea. This morning, those words made a mockery of his true feelings. He didn’t just like the woman. He was already halfway in love with her.

And God knew, Levi had not loved a woman in a long time.

He nudged her thighs apart, making space for himself between her legs. Then he bent his knees slightly and repositioned his hips, sighing in relief as his cock came to rest in the V of her thighs.

The urge to thrust against her almost did his head in, and repressing that urge about killed him, but outside, in the open like this, he had no choice. If he gave in to his impulses, he’d be arrested for public indecency.

It was Chelsea who broke the kiss this time round. “If we weren’t standing in the middle of Centennial Park,” she whispered in his ear, “I’d insist you fuck me. Hard and fast and right here against the paperbark tree.”

“Chels.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “You’re killing me.”

“You started it.”

With his eyes closed, her scent was even more alluring. Sweet and spicy and totally addictive. He couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the urge to grind against her—and was immediately rewarded by her muffled whimper and barely repressed shudder.

“Never would have needed to start this here if you’d agreed to marry me.”

“Can’t marry you, Levi.” She trailed her lips up to his ear and nibbled on his lobe—which instantly turned into an erogenous zone.

He tilted his head to the side to give her easier access. He moved his hands up her waist and rested his thumbs on her ribs. All he need do was brush them upwards and he’d caress the curves of those stunning breasts. “Give me a reason. One good reason and I’ll stop asking.”

A slow release of her breath tortured the side of his neck as she freed his ear and pulled back. Her shoulders seemed to sag against his chest.

Levi opened his eyes to find himself staring into hers. While he could still clearly see his desire reflected in those green pools, he saw something else too. Something he wasn’t altogether sure he liked.

She blinked several times but didn’t lower her gaze. “I don’t think you’re going to be happy with my reason.”

“If it keeps us apart, you’re probably right.”

“I want you to take me, Levi. I’ve wanted it a long time.” She licked her lips, and Levi found it almost impossible not to claim her tongue again. “For you to finally, finally fuck me.”

He muttered something unintelligible—mostly because intelligible speech failed him at that point.

“But…”

Shit, he hated that word. “But?”

“But you’re not the only one I’ve wanted for a long time.”

 

Excerpt — Burning Up by Sami Lee

Pam had no idea what was going on. She liked Rob—had had more than one fantasy about being carried to bed in his strong arms. But they were just fantasies, ones she indulged in because she knew nothing would ever happen between her and the tall, godly blond. He was seven years younger than her for a start, and so good looking he could have anyone. What would he want with an ordinary-looking English teacher with a flat chest and too many freckles?

As for Steve…she detested Steve. Although her interactions with Rob up until now had been no more than friendly, Pam could understand suddenly finding herself in physical turmoil over him. But Steve? No way was she going there.

So it had to be Rob. Rob was turning her on. Yet…hooking her arm through Rob’s had been funny. It wasn’t until she’d found herself flanked by him and Steve that her hormones had run riot.

Oh dear, Lord. Did she want them both?

She let out a wry sound, something between a groan and a laugh. “Now I get it.”

“Get what?” Rob asked.

“How Erica feels. A girl could easily get used to this.” At their blank looks, she elaborated. “You know, two men. Double trouble. A bit of sandwich action.”

She’d meant it as a joke, a little humor to ease the tension. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she regretted them. It was an inadvertent admission that she was aroused, and when she saw a look pass between the two men, she knew they’d interpreted it clearly.

“I’m just saying. Not that I want that, but I can see why someone might go that way. That’s all.” Pam laughed, and it sounded awkward in the stillness of approaching evening. “I’m not making a pass, guys. Seriously.”

She was babbling. She was a giggling, babbling breathless mess and the guys still hadn’t said anything. They continued to escort her, continued to wind heat all around her as they walked. And she saw that look pass between them again, as if they were asking each other a question through telepathy.

When she glimpsed Erica’s place up ahead, she jumped at the chance to extricate herself from the embarrassing situation. “Look, we’re here.” She pulled her hands away from each man and increased her pace, putting distance between her and them. “I’m going to find Erica and ask if she needs a hand in the kitchen. See you in there.”

Damned if her voice didn’t rise three octaves on that last word.

Where was a great gaping hole in the ground when you wanted one to swallow you whole?

 

Excerpt – Compliance by Lexxie Couper

“Fuck, Logan.” Curtis’s low mutter dragged Logan’s gaze from her back and her swaying hips. “I don’t know if I can…” His best mate trailed off, a twisted grimace on his face.

Logan frowned. “If you can what?”

Curtis let out a ragged sigh, turning to stare at the view beyond the railing again. Logan didn’t miss the muscles bunching in Curtis’s jaw. Nor the rapid movement of his Adam’s apple.

“Nothing,” he muttered with a shake of his head. “Nothing.”

He watched the yachts sailing over the water’s surface for a long moment, his body tense. Logan knew him well enough to recognize when he was dealing with internal turmoil, and right now, Curtis was neck high in it.

Neck high and struggling.

Logan hadn’t seen him this way since their high school principal had suspended him for a week two days before the high school national cricket finals.

The memory of that event and of the reason Curtis had been suspended rolled over Logan like a heavy blanket, bringing with it a sense of love and guilt so powerful it hurt.

Letting out a slow breath, Logan rested his elbows on the railing to mimic his friend’s stance. “I’ll make you a deal,” he said, a slight waver in his voice. Was he seriously about to suggest what he thought he was? Was he truly that brave? Or foolish?

Curtis cocked an eyebrow at him. “What’s that?”

Logan’s heart became an insane sledgehammer. Thank God, he wasn’t one of those nerds who reached for an inhaler whenever he was under stress and out of his league. As it was, he had to ball his hands into fists to stop himself shoving his glasses farther up his nose. “I’m going to walk back into the kitchen and ask Bethany on a date. Just me and her. When she says no, and she will, you have to walk in there and sweep her off her feet. Deal?”

Curtis stared at him. Silent.

“That way,” Logan went on, chest tight, gut a twisting knot, fingers inching to adjust his glasses, “you can go after the woman you want and I can stop feeling guilty about you not going after her.”

His friend’s jaw bunched. Again.

Surprised at his own masochistic mental state, Logan laughed. “I’m not stupid, Curtis. And I’ve got eyes. The chemistry between you two is phenomenal. I may ache to be with her—and I do—but you two were born to be together. It makes sense. So don’t argue with me.”

Curtis opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

“Dinner is served.”

At Bethany’s low murmur laced with mirth and delight, Logan jumped. As did Curtis. It was the second time that evening she’d startled them in such a way.

And as before, they both swung to face her. Unlike their time at the Cricketer’s Cup however, Logan couldn’t find a single word to say.

Not when his gaze fell on Bethany standing but a few feet away.

Completely and utterly naked.

Except for the blood-red stilettos on her feet.

She looked at them both, her eyes glinting with open delight. “So,” she said, smoothing her palms down over her hips. “Who’s hungry?”

 

Excerpt – Pass the Parcel by Rhian Cahill

Kitty took a deep breath and held it.

I can do this.

Breathing out through her nose in a steady stream, she tried to calm her rioting nerves.

I have to do this.

Lord, if she chickened out now she’d never forgive herself. But the urge to leave was swallowing her whole.

No dammit!

For once—just once—she wanted to be the bold, sexy, confident, go-after-what-she-wants woman she’d dreamed of being.

I will do this.

Kitty raised her chin and stared at the house across the street. Lights ablaze and music pouring from inside like water through a sieve, the place oozed party. For some reason—whether inspired by the driving beat thumping the walls and vibrating the very air she breathed or the scantily clad individuals spilling from inside and milling about on the lawn—Kitty felt a sexual pull like no other.

Lowering her gaze, she drew in another big breath and let it go in a rush.

Who was she kidding? Her arousal had nothing to do with the pounding music or the barely clothed people across the street. Two words explained her current state of electrified awareness.

Two names that wrenched her slumberous libido from its dormant status into the bright lights of need and want. God. She’d spent weeks, months—years—admiring them from afar. In her fantasies, she was one of the women they regularly took to bed. Together. A shiver rolled over her. Kitty might not be an inexperienced virgin, but she’d never ventured far into the carnal territory Ethan and Finn liked to play in.

She hadn’t had the nerve.

Still didn’t.

But she was going to pretend.

For one night, Kelly Owens—aka Kitty—would be the woman that men wanted.

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Less than two weeks, folks…

:D

Jess

New Release: Summer Wine

I hope you have a chilled bottle of white ready, coz I’m totally raising a glass to my latest release, Summer Wine.

:)

Set on a vineyard in the gorgeous Hunter Valley near Sydney, Summer Wine kicks off a brand new series of red-hot erotic romances, called Tastes Of Seduction.

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SUMMER WINE: The blurb

Two men, one woman, and a romantic vineyard. Summer’s never been this hot…

 Tastes of Seduction, Book 1

 Angus Lowe feels like he’s just stepped onto the set of Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous. He’s checking out a luxurious boutique hotel and winery, lured by the possibility of landscaping the gardens. And he’s crazy mad about the woman giving him the tour.

Problem is, Lily Hemington is way out of his league. Not only does she live the lifestyle of the rich and famous, she is also crazy mad about the owner of the hotel, Blake Seymour.

Issues get cloudier—or could that be steamier?—when Angus meets Blake. It’s clear Blake has deep feelings for Lily, but it’s also obvious he can’t take his eyes off Angus. While Angus doesn’t find this at all unpleasant, he’s painfully aware Lily and Blake are perfect for each other, and that he doesn’t belong in their perfect world.

Now it’s up to Lily and Blake to convince Angus the only world that counts is the one they all create together.

Warning: This book should be enjoyed with a bottle of chilled white wine. You’ll need it to cool down when the heat among these three characters burns out of control.

A quick, hot teaser:

Blake’s tongue in her mouth and Angus’s finger in her pussy. Dear Lord, could it get any better?

A harsh groan broke through the silence, followed by a sharp inhalation of breath. “Ah, fuck…” Angus’s voice was hoarse, rough.

Lily cracked her eyes open.

His head was thrown back, his eyes were closed and his chest shuddered with heavy breaths. Every muscle in his body had tensed and his mouth was rounded in an O of bliss. He looked like a God, like an Adonis standing on the cusp of ecstasy.

Spellbound, she dragged her mouth from Blake’s to look her fill. To admire the magnificence of the man.

And then she understood his tension, his excitement.

Angus’s zip was undone, his jeans and boxers shoved partly over his hips. His thick erection was nestled in Blake’s sturdy grasp.

:D

Summer Wine is available now at Samhain, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, or your favorite online bookstore!

Happy reading,

Jess

Wicked Nights Blog Hop

Ah, yeah, we all love ‘em. Wicked nights, filled with wicked loving and of course…wicked heroes!

And do I have a wicked hero for you. Meet Angus Lowe, the hot, alpha, Australian landscaper. A hero who aches for his woman – so much so, he’s willing to use any method possible to make her realize he’s the only man for her. (Even if he soon comes to understand he’s not.)

Confused? Read further for the blurb and an excerpt from Summer Wine. They should help clear matters up.

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SUMMER WINE: The blurb

Two men, one woman, and a romantic vineyard. Summer’s never been this hot…

Tastes of Seduction, Book 1

Angus Lowe feels like he’s just stepped onto the set of Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous. He’s checking out a luxurious boutique hotel and winery, lured by the possibility of landscaping the gardens. And he’s crazy mad about the woman giving him the tour.

Problem is, Lily Hemington is way out of his league. Not only does she live the lifestyle of the rich and famous, she is also crazy mad about the owner of the hotel, Blake Seymour.

Issues get cloudier—or could that be steamier?—when Angus meets Blake. It’s clear Blake has deep feelings for Lily, but it’s also obvious he can’t take his eyes off Angus. While Angus doesn’t find this at all unpleasant, he’s painfully aware Lily and Blake are perfect for each other, and that he doesn’t belong in their perfect world.

Now it’s up to Lily and Blake to convince Angus the only world that counts is the one they all create together.

Warning: This book should be enjoyed with a bottle of chilled white wine. You’ll need it to cool down when the heat among these three characters burns out of control.

Summer Wine: An excerpt

Desire, sweet and pure, burst through her. And Lily wanted. Just…wanted. Hungered for more. She shifted in her seat, ground down in an effort to subdue the sudden ache in her groin, the all-consuming need and emptiness.

It was all she could think about. All she could focus on.

Well, that and the taste of wine in her mouth. Rich, decadent wine, enough to intoxicate her.

Perhaps that explained her sudden need—greed—to be touched. To find satisfaction. Perhaps she was drunk. But then, explanations weren’t important. Not now. Not when that featherlight touch that set fire to her breast trailed down her sternum and lower, tantalizing her belly like it had her nipple, leaving scalding flames blazing in its wake.

“Are you thinking about him now, Lily?”

The question was whispered in her ear, warm breath fanning down her neck, making her tingle.

Thinking about whom?

“Do you see his face when I touch you? Imagine his eyes looking at you?”

Whose face? Whose eyes?

Blake’s? Or the dark, almost black eyes that haunted her nights?

She opened her own to find that same black gaze staring down at her, the same passion she felt blazing in their depths.

“Do you?”

She’d thought of Blake, but right now… “I see your eyes.” Wow. Where’d her breath go? Why did she struggle to talk? “Your face.”

And that was about as long as she could keep her eyes open. Her lids were too heavy to continue staring into that dead-sexy, dark gaze. Especially when his touch had moved. When he now trailed his finger along the inside of her leg. Her bare leg.

How’d it get there? Hadn’t her dress covered her leg? Did it matter?

The instant her eyes closed, he kissed her again. Molded his lips to hers and tangled their tongues together.

No one had ever kissed her like Angus did, ever made the world disappear or reality recede with just the simple press of his mouth to hers. No one had—

Oh, dear Lord!

His touch was no longer comprised of one finger. No, now it was his whole hand, tickling her inner thigh just inches from her very wet panties.

Lord, how had he reached so high? More importantly, when had her legs opened to allow him access?

Even as she wondered, she drew her thighs farther apart and whimpered into his mouth. Pulses of heat throbbed through her, her need reaching fever pitch. She almost jumped off the seat when he trailed his finger along the elastic of her panties.

“Easy,” he whispered.

“Touch me,” she begged. “Please, touch…me.”

His hand stilled. “Touch me…who?”

Who’d he think she wanted him to touch? “Touch me…me.”

An amused snort tickled her neck. “Say the name, Lily. Who do you want to touch you?”

  1. Blake too, but right now…Angus. Words eluded her. Need consumed her. She groaned in frustration.

“Just the name, Lily. It’s all I ask, and I’ll touch you.”

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So, wicked enough for you?

;)

(Summer Wine releases on the 20th of May at Samhain, Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, or your favorite online bookstore!)

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Now…the part you’re all waiting for: Prizes.

Simply leave a comment here for your chance to win an ebook of your choice from my backlist.

Or, you can click this link for your chance to win the GRAND PRIZE:

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GOOD LUCK

Jess

L DuBois has a new, hot BDSM romance for you

Have you heard about Lila Dubois’ BDSM Checklist series?

A BDSM checklist is designed to help people who enjoy BDSM play to identify what does and doesn’t interested them. In Lila’s books, the overseers of an exclusive BDSM club have decided to challenge the members to push their own boundaries by assigning every member a letter–and along with it all the things under that letter on the checklist.

B is for…

There’s a new game at LA’s most exclusive BDSM club, and everyone has to play.

Mae never imagined she’d be assigned to the most dangerous letter of alphabet… or paired with the most sinister Dominant in the club. The BDSM Checklist game doesn’t scare Xavier, but he prefers leather and steel, and the submissive he’s partnered with thinks silk ribbon is bondage equipment.

Pushed to her limits both physically and emotionally, Mae is shock to discover how much she enjoys Xavier’s touch. But in the end it isn’t just Mae who will be affected by the unexpected chemistry between two seeming opposites. Xavier will have to decide if he’s willing to trust the lovely sub with the truth about himself, as he proves to her that there’s a darkness in her—a darkness that just might match his own.

Where to get it

B is for…
Amazon: http://bit.ly/BAmazon
Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/BBandN
Kobo: http://bit.ly/BKobo
All Romance Ebooks: http://bit.ly/BisforARe
Smashwords: http://bit.ly/BSmashwords
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/BGoodR

And if you’d like to start at the beginning, you can pick up “A is for…” for only .99c!

A is for…
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1pcadID
Barnes and Noble: http://bit.ly/1hMMFoT
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All Romance Ebooks: http://bit.ly/P1qn6U
Smashwords: http://bit.ly/1l5SAsk
Goodreads: http://bit.ly/1hOuMqD

Enjoy the read,

Jess

Are you ready to get Down and Dirty?

I hope so. Because I have just the thing for you! A brand new anthology called…DOWN AND DIRTY.

My fellow Down Under Divas (Rhian Cahill, Lexxie Couper and Sami Lee) and I have written four scorching hot MFM menages just for this project. The anthology releases in June at the bargain price of just 99c.

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DOWN AND DIRTY

Pleasure intensified. Desire multiplied.

Pass the Parcel by Rhian Cahill

For one night Kitty will be everything Ethan and Finn want. But living out her wildest fantasies was never meant to be this good. And when the sun comes up she’ll discover she’s given them more than her body. She’d given them her heart.

Compliance by Lexxie Couper

Bethany’s got a thing for two hot guys: a nerd and a jock. She’s also got a fantasy that will be mutually pleasurable for them all. She isn’t expecting complete and utter sexual domination though…nor losing her heart to one of them.

Party Of Three by Jess Dee

Spencer Allen’s quest for true love just hit a brick wall—his best mate, Levi Barret.Their mutual lust for the same woman, Chelsea Holden, could spell the end of their friendship…or the beginning of a whole new relationship.

Burning Up by Sami Lee

Pam Spencer is sick of looking for love in all the wrong places. Sure, she wants a solid relationship, but if steamy casual sex is on offer, who is she to turn it down? Especially when the offer comes from not one, but two smokin’ hot firefighters.

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Down And Dirty will be available from your favorite ebookstore in June. We hope you’re ready for some incredibly steamy, Aussie menage romance.

Jess