A brand new “Misplaced” book releases

This just in from Mari Carr:

It’s here! It’s here! The third book in the Foreign Affairs series with Lexxie Couper, Misplaced Lessons is out today!!! Lexxie and I have had a blast working on these stories. Don’t tell the other books, but…I think Misplaced Lessons might be my favorite of the bunch. It’s fun and sexy and romantic and silly. Amy, the heroine, made me smile. I’m not sure I’ve enjoyed writing a heroine quite this much since Riley in Saturday Night Special. I hope you’ll give the book a read and, if you’re just hopping into the game, Misplaced Princess and Misplaced Cowboy are available now. Buy links can be found here.

Misplaced Lessons

Foreign Affairs, Book Three

A forced-sex fantasy is one thing—waking to find a scruffy man binding you to a bed is quite another. Amy fights him, until she realizes her friend must have set up the sexy scenario. They’ve swapped lives, with Harper flying to Australia and lending her Chicago home to Amy. While she’s surprised Harper would go to such lengths to help her fulfill a fantasy, Amy figures…why not?

After days of nonstop travel, Andrew arrives at the home he shares with his sister, Harper, with sleep on his mind—until he finds a naked intruder in his bed. Subduing the beauty, he assumes she’s the blind date his pal had tried to set him up with. But would Mike actually sneak the woman into Andrew’s house? Seems so. And he’s not one to turn down such a gift.

By the time each has learned the other’s identity, Amy and Andrew have shared the most intense sexual experience of their lives. And they certainly don’t want to stop now.

Inside Scoop: This sexy life-swapping tale includes BDSM with a side of ménage.

Excerpt:
“I’m not going to hurt you.” His words sounded ridiculous even to himself. He’d gagged her and was now straddling her naked body, holding her legs to the mattress with his own after tying her to the bed. Regardless of who she was or why she was there, she’d be insane not to be afraid of his intentions.
She twisted her head, trying to dislodge the shirt from her mouth.
“If I take it out, do you promise not to scream?”
She blinked rapidly then nodded her assent.
He pulled the material away, ready to replace it if she broke her vow.
“Untie me.”
“No.” Andrew reached up to touch his tender cheek, his fingers finding the raised welts she’d put there with her long nails. “Who are you?”
Her breathing was labored, coming in hard pants after their fight. Even so, her gaze hardened and he knew she wouldn’t talk.
Something inside him cracked. He’d been traveling for days, stealing only a couple hours sleep here and there. This woman had broken into his house. She had some nerve acting like he was the villain. By God, he’d make her talk.
“I’ll give you one more chance to answer my question. Tell me who you are or you won’t like the consequences.”
She stilled beneath him, her intelligent gaze sizing him up. He should climb off the bed and call the cops. If he was in his right mind, that’s exactly what he’d do. Having her arrested would certainly be the kinder response. As it was, he wasn’t in the mood to be merciful.
Instead of answering, she threw his question back at him. “Who are you?”
“None of your business. Give me your name. Now.”
She bit her lip nervously. “I’m Amy.”
Amy? Mike’s Amy?
Andrew leaned back on his haunches, his mind whirling. Had Mike set this up? Past experience had obviously convinced his friend he’d never consent to a blind date. But would Mike actually go so far as to throw this woman into his bed?
Andrew knew the answer. It was more than possible. It was actually quite probable. Mike had the extra key to the house. He knew Harper was away and Andrew was back in town.
Andrew recalled a lifetime of little surprises his best friend had tossed his way. The high-class call girl who’d shown up at his door on his twenty-fifth birthday. The so-called conference that had really turned out to be an impromptu weekend trip to Vegas, complete with nonstop gambling and a private show with five of the hottest strippers Andrew had ever seen. Or this past year when Mike had managed to score tickets to the Super Bowl, but told Andrew they were headed to Indianapolis for his cousin’s bachelor party. He’d let Andrew bitch for three hours in the car about missing the big game, only letting him in on the surprise when they’d reached the entrance to the stadium.
Mike was the master of the unexpected, so it wasn’t farfetched that his friend would go to this extreme in a hookup. It would also explain his friend’s easy capitulation when he refused to go on a date with the woman earlier. Mike didn’t push the issue because he knew Amy was already here.
He grinned as his annoyance lifted. Amy was beautiful and feisty, with a hot accent. Australian, if he wasn’t mistaken, though he’d need to hear her say more before he could be sure. His best friend knew he was a sucker for a girl with an accent. For the second time in one night, it looked like Mike was going to be able to say, “I told you so.”
And since Mike had gone to so much trouble, far be it from Andrew to look a gift horse in the mouth.

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Misplaced Lessons is available at Ellora’s Cave, Amazon and is coming soon from Barnes and Noble.

Mari Carr
www.maricarr.com
New York Times Bestselling Author

Mari Carr’s Fix You releases today

Fix You is OUT TODAY! This is the first book in Mari Carr’s new Second Chances series.

What if love can’t heal all wounds?

Second Chances, Book 1

After too many years of secretly loving her best friend, Zoey realizes she’s been shortchanging herself. It’s time to take action. This New Year’s Eve heralds the year she’s going to tell Rob the truth. Even if he is on the road, reaching for musical stardom with his band.

Her plan is derailed when she discovers a lump in her breast—and it’s not “nothing to worry about”. How can she ask Rob to take a chance on love when her future is so uncertain?

Rob has spent his entire life chasing his dream, but the moment he hears Zoey’s voice on the phone, he realizes he’s been running the wrong race. Zoey never sounds like she’s been crying. Ever. Without a second thought, he books a flight for home, determined to give her everything she needs. A shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold…and nights of intensely emotional, passionate sex.

His biggest challenge, though, is convincing his best friend that he’s in it for the long haul. Because he finally knows what he wants, and it’s not fame and fortune. It’s her—and her love.

Warning: This book runs the emotional gamut between scorching-hot passion and the pain and fear associated with cancer. Keep a box of tissues next to your glass of ice water.

Excerpt:

Rob stared down at Zoey’s face as she slept. Her eyes were still puffy from last night’s tears. Neither of them had moved from the couch. Instead, he’d lain down next to her and held her as she silently wept. Pinpricks attacked the arm he’d wrapped around her, his hand numb from lying in the same position for so long. He didn’t bother to move. It felt too good holding her like this.

Some truths were crashing down on him. He’d been an ass, living his life like he had all the time in the world. Their time on this planet was far from infinite, and yet he’d squandered years of it, working on his career, focusing solely on making it big.

For what? Fame? Money? Why the hell did he need that shit?

He’d always taken it for granted that Zoey would be here for him. How the fuck was he supposed to go on without her? The moment she’d told him about the cancer, the light had gone on.

I’m in love with her. Christ. I’ve been in love with her since the first day I laid eyes on her.

Zoey stirred. Rob’s heart began to race as her eyes opened slowly. He wasn’t wasting a second more. He couldn’t. He just couldn’t.

She was disoriented for a moment before she lifted her gaze and smiled.

With his free hand, he stroked her face softly. “Zoey.” Her name fell from his lips on a hushed whisper, his chest constricting under the weight of every emotion under the sun—love, fear, happiness, panic, a raging case of nervousness.

What if she didn’t feel the same way?

“Yeah?”

He took a deep breath. Fear wasn’t going to hold him back another second longer. “I’m going to break my promise.”

“What promise?”

He didn’t respond. Instead, he bent his head and kissed her. Time froze as their lips met. Rob was transported back to that day in the park, to the truth that should have been obvious all those years ago. He’d been a blind, inexperienced boy back then, but now…his eyes were wide open.

It was her. Zoey. For him, it had always been her.

The kiss was a gentle touch at first, but when Zoey’s lips softened and accepted his, he deepened it. Her small hand cupped his cheek, exploring his face hesitantly before growing bolder, stroking it.

The smell of cinnamon enveloped them, her candle still burning from the night before. He knew in his heart that from now on, that scent would always make him think of her. Of this moment.

His heart lodged in his throat when he realized the magnitude of what was happening, of what he wanted to happen next. He was kissing his best friend. And she was kissing him back.

Encouraged, he opened his mouth, stroking his tongue against hers. The kiss grew harder, hungrier. For several minutes—hell, it could have been hours for all Rob knew—they simply kissed, learning each other’s taste, texture. Her skin was soft beneath his fingers as he caressed her delicate cheek. Her breathing grew heavier, the heat of it warm against his skin.

When he finally moved away, she was there, looking at him, studying his face. Hers was the picture of confusion, wariness…and desire. He latched onto the last like a dying man clinging to life. She wanted him.

“Still weird?” He needed the joke, needed to get his bearings. His emotions were too raw, too new, too close to the surface.

She shook her head slowly. “No. Not even close.”

“Good. I’ve been practicing.”

She laughed uneasily. “You’re insane. What the hell prompted that?”

He knew her. Knew she’d try to twist this into something innocent, funny. He wouldn’t let her. He ran his hand through her dark hair, overwhelmed by the need to touch her. “Just figured it was past time. You mind if we talk about this after?”

“After what?”

He let his body answer the question. Turning so they lay face to face on the couch, he placed his lips back on hers. He didn’t want to push her. After all, she’d just received life-altering, horrible news. He’d keep things easy, let her set the pace.

She didn’t resist his kisses. Her hand traveled along his shoulders and down his arm before landing on his chest. Her lips pressed against his harder. Then she moved away, an infinitesimal distance.

“Touch me,” she whispered, her hand fisting in the cotton of his shirt.

He didn’t need to be told twice. His hands roamed along her sides, drifted beneath her T-shirt.

She shivered when he caressed the bare skin of her waist. He stoked her arousal, kissing her harder as he explored every bit of bare flesh he could reach beneath her shirt. He forced air into his lungs, fought to keep his hands steady as he touched her.

The slight tremor in his hands seemed to distract her. She was the first to pull back. “Robbie, are you sure—?”

“After,” he repeated. He gripped her hip, dragging her closer. There was no way she could misconstrue how far he’d go if she was willing. His cock was hard, ready.

She bit her lip and he could sense she was struggling to make a decision. He wouldn’t force her into anything she wasn’t ready for. Hell, he’d be perfectly content to spend the next dozen years or so simply kissing her. Making up for so many wasted years. “Zoey—”

She shook her head and closed her eyes, but not before he read the hungry need there. Then she lifted one leg and wrapped it around his thigh. She thrust closer. It was an outright invitation. “After,” she whispered, her voice steadier than he expected.

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Fix You is available at:

Samhain,

Amazon &

Barnes & Noble

Happy reading.

Jess

Get ready to party at International Heat

Mari Carr’s Bachelor Bait Releases Today

My good friend Mari Carr has a new release today:

Bachelor’s Bait…

Bachelor’s Bait: The Blurb

Cocktales, Book Three

Sophia Kennedy is determined to chase her own success, rather than ride her father’s coattails. She’s devoted herself to Books and Brew, the business she owns with her three best friends. She doesn’t feel the need to explain herself to anyone, least of all the free-aid lawyer who’s determined to judge her as a society princess. She’d ignore him altogether . . . if it were up to her mind. But nooooo. Her body just has to have its say-and it’s using words like “gorgeous”, “hot” and “sexy”. Soon, annoyance turns to attraction, verbal sparring to physical satisfaction as the couple is drawn together by a common cause.

Marc Garrett has no time for a relationship. And he certainly doesn’t want a rich society fixture, though the damning evidence below his belt suggests otherwise. The more he comes to know his hardworking princess, the more he wants her, again and again. Marc’s falling hard, but after holding Sophie’s wealth against her, how will she react when she learns of his own rather prosperous roots?

An Excerpt:

“Charlotte?” Sophie was annoyed to find the coat-check room unattended. She’d been an idiot to trust Charlotte to keep an eye on it. The woman was too flighty to take the task seriously. She was a regular at the bookstore and when Sophie had foolishly mentioned her problem finding volunteers to help work the event, Charlotte had stepped forward. Sophie had accepted the offer, ignoring the voice telling her Charlotte only wanted to help so she could ogle the cream of society’s crop in a glitzy setting.
Now she was staring at an unprotected room full of expensive shawls and jackets.
“Shit,” she muttered. “Can anyone say liability?” She stepped behind the check-in counter and into the room, intent on finding the extra flyers. Then she’d track down her “volunteer” and read her the riot act for leaving her post unattended.
Spotting the box in a corner, she crossed the small space and bent to retrieve it.
A wolf whistle sounded from the doorway.
Sophie rose quickly but the damage was done. Clearly she’d given someone an eyeful of her ass wrapped in its tight skirt.
Marc leaned against the doorframe, looking far too pleased with the view she’d offered.
“Wow. Sexist much?”
He gave her a seductive grin. She wished her body would stop responding to him so forcefully. Her stomach clenched, her pussy dampened and she was grateful for the box in her hands or Marc would see them trembling.
He was unapologetic. “When I see something beautiful, I feel the need to appreciate it.”
“And being the classy guy you are, you thought you’d whistle at me like a construction worker.”
“I thought you might prefer that response over the first idea that popped into my head.”
“Which was?”
“Stroking my hands over that gorgeous ass you just displayed for me.”
The battle between Sophie’s head and body flared. Her ass cheeks clenched, longing for that caress. Her less visceral side offered a reply. “Then you made the right call because I would have kneed you in the balls. Hard.”
He nodded. “That’s what I thought. Hence my whistle from all the way over here.”
His tone was light and friendly, making it impossible to take offense at his comments. The closet wasn’t that large but his assessment was correct. Several feet protected his balls from her knee.
Sophie subtly pressed her legs together and tried to force air into her lungs. Apparently the space between them wasn’t that safe after all. She flushed as her body heated at their proximity—and semi-privacy.
The observant man’s dark-blue eyes narrowed.
He must be hell on juries. He notices far too much.
He stepped into the room. She tried to hide her shock when he closed the closet door behind him. The darkness was cut by a mellow glow provided by the low-watt fixture hanging in the center of the ceiling, and instantly she was reminded of nights spent beside a dying fire in her family’s large living room. She was a sucker for a fireplace.
Marc’s deep voice cut through the silence. “Maybe I was wrong.”
Her eyes tried to adjust to the dim lighting as he continued to move closer. “About what?” Her throat tightened, making her words sound thick and far too loud in the small room.
Marc didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took the box of flyers out of her hands, setting it on the floor. “You know I’m going to start coming by the bar, right? I feel the need to become a regular.”
“Why? You get some sick pleasure out of annoying me?”
He shook his head, his voice laced with humor. “No. That’s just a bonus.”
The answer was completely unsatisfactory, even though Sophie liked the idea of him stopping by. Despite her better judgment, she wanted to see him more too. “Then why?” she repeated.
“Because I’ll want to do this again.”
He leaned forward and kissed her.

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Bachelor’s Bait is available at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

Mari Carr

http://www.maricarr.com/

New York Times Bestselling Author

A Touch Of Confidence releases today

Several long months ago, I opened my emails to find a jolly exciting post from Jayne Rylon and Lorelei James. They were keen to write a follow-up series to the Three’s Company/Menage and More Anthology. This time though, instead of focusing on a menage relationship, they thought it would be good to focus on a M/F romance. And just like that, Two To Tango was born.

But once we’d agreed to write the anthology, I was faced with a question: What do I write about?

I would have loved to create a sequel to A Question Of Trust (my story from the Three’s Company antho), but that would have been difficult…seeing as I’d already done that – and called the book A Question Of Love. So I explored other avenues, seeking another way to connect the books. I revisited the characters from A Question Of Trust, with a particular interest in the heroine, Maddie Jones.

Why Maddie? Two reasons:

1) She owns a children’s bookstore.
2) She runs that bookstore with her two sisters, Claire and Julia.

And it was in Claire that I found the answer to my question. I could write her story and use the bookstore as the setting.  A Touch Of Confidence was born.

Yep, Maddie makes an appearance in A Touch Of Confidence, but it’s a brief appearance, as the book revolves around Claire and her developing relationship with her gorgeous giant of a hero, Jack Wilson.

A Touch Of Confidence: The Blurb

He kissed the girl and he liked it. Now to convince her it could be love…

A Two to Tango story

When a coveted retail space opens up in Rose Bay, Claire Jones and her sisters waste no time grabbing the perfect spot to relocate their expanding children’s bookshop. But when Claire arrives to sign on the dotted line, she discovers someone else got there first.

Worse, the new tenant is shaking hands with a man who is definitely not the elderly Jack Wilson with whom she made a verbal agreement three days ago. This Jack Wilson is a tall, hunky giant—and no amount of righteous indignation can mask her body’s bone-deep sexual response.

Jack never planned to take over the family company; he’s a teacher, not a businessman. But with his grandfather in the hospital, he’s taken up the reins—and steered straight into trouble. Now he’s faced with a serious mistake, and a beautiful, Amazon warrior of a woman who’s demanding satisfaction.

He’d love to give it to her, but his idea of satisfaction has nothing to do with business, and everything to do with getting the curvy goddess naked. The sooner the better…

Product Warnings: If you’ve never made love to a man who quotes Shakespeare during sex…be warned. You’re gonna want to after reading this book.

A Touch Of Confidence is available now at Samhain Publishing and Amazon.

It’ll also be available at Barnes And Noble any time now. (Please be patient. A glitch in the system has resulted in the entire antholgoy vanishing from the store. But I promise to let you know the second they’re back up again.)

The book releases alongside Lorelei’s Ballroom Blitz and Jayne’s Where There’s Smoke.

Hope you enjoy all three books.

Jess

I do! (Or Bandicoot Cove: The Wedding releases today)

It’s been a long time coming, but Mack and Aidan’s big day is here.

If you’re not sure who Mack and Aidan are, well, they are the bride and groom of the biggest wedding of the year. The wedding taking place at the stunning, tropical Bilby Island, at the gorgeous, luxurious Bandicoot Cove resort.

And to celebrate, we have written three sexy, romantic love stories to make you go ‘Aaaaaaaah.”

And “Oooooh.”

And maybe “Ooooooh, yeah!”

So without further ado (because we really want you to get to the Ooooooh, yeah! parts) here they are. The three books that make up Bandicoot Cove: The Wedding:

A second chance at love is worth fighting for.

Bandicoot Cove: The Wedding, Book 1

Bianca Rogers is one signature away from finalizing her divorce. And she will finalize it just as soon as she gets home. But for this weekend, she’s putting her troubles aside and enjoying the gorgeous, sunlit luxury of Bandicoot Cove, the resort where her brother is getting married. The last thing she expects is to be knocked off her feet—literally—by gorgeous Brody Evans.

The fireworks are instantaneous. Brody is just her type: sexy, warm, friendly, and in the same boat as her: in the process of getting a divorce.

Spending time together is a mutual no-brainer. Attraction quickly grows to full-blown lust. But flying sparks come with increasingly personal conversations, and soon neither of them can ignore their past mistakes or the circumstances that have led them to the island.

Now it’s time to determine whether old hurts and sudden doubts will prevent love from leading them to a whole new happily ever after.

Warning: If you don’t believe in second chances, never thought it was possible to fall in love again and aren’t interested in scrumptious, hot love scenes, then this story probably isn’t for you. You’d be missing out – big time – but yeah…it’s probably not for you.

A photographer, a firefighter, a rake. Let the debauchery begin!

Bandicoot Cove: The Wedding, Book 2

When Kennedy bolted after a mind-blowing one-night stand with a sexy Australian firefighter, she never expected to be standing in front of him four months later on a tropical island resort. Naked, thanks to her phobia of butterflies.

Trouble is, she’s equally turned on by Luke and his hunky British cousin. Not exactly how she’d intended to spend her first day as Bandicoot Cove’s official photographer.

Luke never planned on falling for the feisty, flirty American he met at a New York bar. Now that he’s face to face with her again, he has two questions. Why did she run? And why can’t he stop thinking about sharing the woman of his dreams with his cousin?

Addison invited himself along on his cousin’s trip for a weekend of no-strings-attached sex. But he wants to get to know Kennedy on all levels. Seriously, this is no way for a rake to behave. And how the hell is he going to tell his cousin he’s interested in the very woman Luke can’t get out of his mind?

Warning: The setting sun isn’t the only thing heating up Bandicoot Cove, because when the word “threesome” gets thrown into the mix, it’s seduction on a global scale. (Note: No butterflies were scorched during scenes of burning passion.)

A new lover, an old flame, sultry moonlit nights. Why let inhibitions stand in the way?

Bandicoot Cove: The Wedding, Book 3

Two years ago, Hayley Bryant left Australia on a round-the-world odyssey that changed her life, and her attitude. After that, coming face to face with the man whose rejection sent her packing shouldn’t affect her at all, right?

Except there’s one thing that hasn’t changed—her former boss Mitchell Wood makes her burn as hot as ever. The difference is, Hayley’s now a grown woman who knows how to get what she wants, and she wants Mitch. Trouble is, she hasn’t come to her friend’s wedding alone. Her very sexy friend with benefits, Ty Butler, might pose a problem.

Business was always Mitch’s first love…at least until he hired his little sister’s friend as an intern. Pushing her away was the right thing to do, but now his sister’s wedding has Hayley re-entering his life—and the empty place in his heart. Soon he’s acting less like the consummate workaholic and more like a man crazy in love. But Hayley’s “plus one” is an unexpected obstacle.

Fortunately, Mitch has never been one to shy away from a little competition…

Warning: Bilby Island’s sensual spell strikes again. Book contains hot lovin’ made in beautiful tropical surrounds, some exhibitionism, voyeurism and bondage. Best read with a margarita in hand and the fan switched to high.

The Next Best Thing Challenge

(As posted at the Down Under Divas)

So, Lexxie and Sami have begun this week’s trend at the Divas, and it’s up to me to continue The Next Best Thing Challenge. 

Here’s how it works:

• Answer the 10 questions below
• Spread the fun and tag other writers to participate.

Ready? Let’s begin!

1. What is the title of your book / WIP?

Colors Of Love

2. Where did the idea for this book come from?

It all started while I wrote See You In My Dreams. As soon as I realized that Nathan, the hero fhad two brothers, I knew they both had stories to tell as well.

Seth, Nathan’s younger brother, had a story that just wouldn’t stop teasing me. It begged to be explored and begged to be told. Long before I knew the ending of See You In My Dreams, I knew how Colors Of Love would end. It was working out the middle that was the tough part…until I met Kaz.

3. What genre would your book fall under?

Contemporary, red hot, GLBT,  menage a trois, male/male/female with just a hint of paranormal. (Yeah, this one may be a little tough to put in a box.)

4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

Holy cow. Good question.

Um….um….um… I have no idea!

5. What is the one sentence synopsis of your book?

I’m gonna go with the tagline on this one:

Their true colors are hidden…until one woman turns everything upside down.

6. Is your book published or represented?

Oh yeah, it’s published and available at your favorite ebookstore.

Not specific enough?

Ok, try Samhain Publishing, Nook or Kindle.

7. How long did it take you to write it?

The first three chapters? About two months. The rest of the book? Two weeks.

8. What other books in your genre would you compare it to?

Duh. That’s a no brainer. Jess Dee’s See You In My Dream. (Except that’s an M/F. This ones an M/M and an M/M/F.)

9. Which authors inspired you to write this book?

This book was inspired by the characters themselves. Soon as I met them in See You In My Dreams, I knew they had a story.

10. Tell us anything else that might pique our interest in your book.

It features my favorite character of all. A gorgeous, damaged alpha hero who’ll tug on your heart strings and make you love him – even though he thinks he’s not worthy of that love.

The Blurb

Their true colors are hidden…until one woman turns everything upside down.

Speed, Book 2

Seth Pace, guitarist of the rock band Speed, is a born dreamer, and nothing stands in his way of making those dreams a reality. Except when it comes to band manager Luke Struthers. He’s everything Seth wants in a partner, but even after five years of perfectly explosive sex, Luke refuses to commit.

After a childhood ravaged by abuse, Luke knows he’s a potential danger to anyone foolish enough to love him. Seth is safer without him, but Luke has no idea how to cut him loose painlessly. Until he spots Seth’s kind of woman—pretty, smart, friendly. The plan: seduce her into a sexy threesome, then leave the two alone to fall in love. Problem solved.

A night of excitement with the two hottest men on the planet? Yeah, baby! Yet Kaz’s inborn ability to read auras tells her something isn’t right. It’s obvious Seth and Luke are madly in love, but subtle clues in Luke’s aura signal he’s up to something. She’s not sure what, but if she doesn’t do something quick, the two men she’s quickly come to adore will wind up without the happily ever after they both deserve.

Product Warnings: One man + one man + one woman = a whole lot of steamy two-way and three-way M/M & M/M/F sex, a hero or two to drool over, and a heroine who recognizes true love when she sees it.
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Read it.

You’ll love it.

Oh, and I’m tagging:

Maggie Nash, Selena Illyria, Lila Dubois and Jambrea Jones

Jess

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Nick Blackthorne’s World Blog Tour

Please welcome the awesome Lexxie Couper and her sexy rock star, Nick Blackthorne to the blog…

Jess Dee’s blog is the sixth stop on Nick Blackthorne’s World Blog tour. Somewhere on Jess’ blog you’ll find a line from Nick’s International Number One bestseller, Night Whispers. Happy hunting.

If you’re not sure what Nick Blackthorne’s World Blog Tour is, check out contest details here at Lexxie Couper’s blog http://www.lexxiecouper.com/blog/ There are prizes galore including right here! To be in the running to win an ebook from Lexxie’s backlist make sure to leave a comment or ask Lexxie (or Nick) a question. A winner will be announced at the end of the day J

Blurb

His music moves the world. Can his love move her heart?

Nick Blackthorne knows all about words of love. They’re the reason he’s the world’s biggest rock star. The irony? He turned his back on love a long time ago, lured away by the trappings of fame.

An invitation to a friend’s wedding is a stark reminder of how meaningless his life has become. When he enters that church, there’s only one woman he wants on his arm—the one he walked out on a lifetime ago. But first he has to find her, even if all she accepts from him is an apology.

Kindergarten teacher Lauren Robbins once had what every woman on the planet desires. Nick. Their passion was explosive, their romance the stuff of songs…and it took fifteen years to get over him. Then out of the blue Nick turns up at her door, and all those years denying her ache for him are shattered with a single, smoldering kiss.

But molten passion can’t hide the secret she’s kept for all these years. Because it’s not just her heart on the line anymore…and not just her life that’ll be rocked by the revelation.

Product Warnings

Remember your first crush on a rock star? Now add smoldering sex, a raw and undeniable passion, soul-shattering orgasms. And secrets… 

Buy links for Love’s Rhythm

Samhain Publishing http://store.samhainpublishing.com/loves-rhythm-p-6744.html

Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Loves-Rhythm-ebook/dp/B007C6YYSO/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1329964359&sr=1-1

Barnes and Noble http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/loves-rhythm-lexxie-couper/1109129892?ean=9781609287023

Suck & Blow

That’s the title of Lexxie Couper‘s latest book, the first in a four book series written by her and Rhian Cahill, called Party Games.

Lemme tell you something, I’ve read two of the books already, and this is quite a party. You don’t wanna miss it.

Suck And Blow:

Let the games begin…

Party Games, Book 1

Talent agent Frankie Winchester is a hellion. Her motto is all a girl needs is a fun time, a fast car and an awesome masseur on speed dial. There’s only one person who could beat her at anything. Alec. Bane of her high-school existence, a kid whose parents were as working class and loving as hers were rich and distant.

When celebrity landscape architect Alec Harris spots Frankie at an exclusive Sydney house party, everything comes rushing back. The memory of being the “cheap-money” kid, trying and failing to prove himself—and impress his dream girl, Frankie Winchester.

Unexpectedly partnered in a wildly sexy game, the delicious friction ignites a scorching sexual tension. But there’s more than a playing card trapped between them. Frankie refuses to admit that kiss shook her to the core. Alec wants nothing less than her full surrender.

Game on!

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Product Warnings: C’mon, the book’s called Suck and Blow. What more warning do you need?

Suck and Blow: An Excerpt (adults only!)

Before he could move his hand to the doorknob, Frankie’s arm slid past his waist, her fingers flicking the latch to the locked position. “Too bad,” she whispered, the warmth of her body radiating into his.

His dick was so hard he felt sure his skin was about to split open. He turned back to her, his heart slamming faster as his hands found her hips naked.

“You got out of those leather trousers quickly,” he noted, his voice hoarse.

She gave him a small smile. “You know me. I never do things half-arsed.”

Alec couldn’t help himself. He laughed and slid his hands over her bare backside, the lace of her G-string an exquisite friction against his thumbs as he pulled her close to his body. “You don’t have to tell me that,” he chuckled, right before capturing her lips with his. He kissed her, not even remotely interested in reigning in his hunger. He was about five heartbeats away from shooting his load and the second he rolled the condom down over his dick he’d be just two. He reckoned if he were lucky, he’d get one good thrust into Frankie’s heat before he’d erupt. The best thing he could do now was show her just how bloody much he wanted her, show her just how goddamn wild she made him before he embarrassed himself beyond all salvation.

He fucked her mouth with his tongue, toeing off his boots as he did so. Frankie’s hands moved to his jeans and she shoved them down over his hips before plucking the condom from his fingers resting on her arse.

Alec’s pulse kicked up a notch.

And another when he heard the unmistakable sound of foil being ripped.

Jesus Christ, this is really going to…

Steady fingers found his cock.

He tore away from the kiss, fighting to control his breath. Hell, he was fighting to control his bloody release. His stare found Frankie’s half-shuttered gaze as she slowly, slowly, slowly, slid the latex sheath down over the throbbing length of his cock.

Ah, fuck me.

For an agonizing moment, neither of them moved. They stayed motionless, Frankie’s fingers resting at the root of Alec’s erection, his hands resting on the sublime curve of her backside, their gazes locked on each other’s as their hearts seemed to beat in unison.

And then he moved. His control—what little he had left—deserting him.

He hauled her off the floor, driving her back to the vanity counter, one arm wrapping around her tiny waist while he grabbed at the skimpy crotch of her G-string and pulled it aside. He shoved her thighs apart, the action spreading her pussy wide and, with one deep thrust, he plunged into her tight, sweet heat.

She cried out, her inner muscles enveloping his cock, gripping it with greedy force as he slowly withdrew and slammed into her again.

“Oh, God!” Her cry bounced off the tiled walls. “Yes!” Her fingers clung to his shoulders. “Yes!”

He withdrew once more, back to the point where her folds circled the ridge of his cockhead, and thrust in faster, deeper, pulling her into his penetration. Her legs wrapped around his hips, hugged the back of his thighs and she held onto him, wordless moans slipping from her lips.

He speared into her again, again, his balls so swollen with his impending release every time her arse cheeks kissed them he wanted to cry out himself. Instead, he grazed her bowed throat with his lips, tasting her sweat with his tongue, drinking in her pleasure on the air with every breath he pulled.

How he kept going, he didn’t know. She was all around him, squeezing him beyond his limit, her pussy a slick sheath moving up and down his cock. The condom did nothing to diminish the feeling. And still he kept pumping into her, her whimpers and moans propelling him closer to a precipice he swore he would have already fallen over.

Her very heat squeezed his length, sucking at it every time he stroked in and out of her. Her hands found his shoulders, his hair. She rode him harder, her legs locking their hips together. “Fuck that feels so good,” she moaned. “So good.”

His head swam, swirls of bright fog rimming his vision. Christ, he was on the edge. The condom wasn’t doing jack shit to stop the concentrated pleasure rolling through him, the tight walls of Frankie’s pussy tormenting him beyond comprehension.

He growled, closing his eyes and thrusting harder, deeper into her. It was dangerous feeling like this. Dangerous. Had to be. How could anything else compare to this? How could living compare to the absolute rapture of their joining? How could such a base, physical act rock him to the very—

“Oh, God, Alec.” The muscles in Frankie’s leg coiled, pulling her deeper onto his driving thrust. “I’m going to come.”

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So, need I say any more to convince you to read this book series?

Suck and Blow is available now from Samhain Publishing.

Enjoy it.

Jess

Four Hot Compass Brothers

I’m not just talking about the four books by Mari Carr and Jayne Rylon.

I’m talking about the four hot Compass brothers. Mari sent me a pic of them to share with you all in celebration of their new release, Eastern Ambition:

Nice, huh? No wonder Jayne and Mari were inspired to write about them.

Eastern Ambition releases today at Samhain Publishing.

He’s lost everything. Can he win her heart?

Compass Brothers, Book 3

Sam Compton never liked getting his hands dirty, at least not on Compass Ranch. Armed with a business degree, he’s about to become the youngest VP at an illustrious Wall Street investment firm. Until his partner in an office romance turns into an ultra-refined snake in the grass.

Staggering from the punch of betrayal, another blow threatens to level him. His father is dying. He races home to lend his brain to his brothers’ backs at the ranch, and finds something he never expected. A sophisticated yet playful woman stimulates his mind…and parts below the belt.

Compass Ranch gave Cindi Middleton’s wounded soul everything it needs: a home, acceptance, and respect—not to mention unlimited sex—from the ranch’s sexy cowboys. Despite their instant and intense sparks, Sam’s defection to the bright city lights she left behind is a big red flag. She’s been there, done that, burned the T-shirt.

Yet the heat of their attraction brings them circling back to each other’s arms…until a certain snake reappears, threatening to endanger the acquisition of the one thing Sam has realized is truly priceless.

Product Warnings: Tissue alert! The authors recommend you have a few on hand while reading this book. To make up for any sniffles, a host of cowboys with open arms await to console you, distract you or make your wildest dreams come true.

Jess