Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Tagged!

I've been tagged by Shiela Stewart to list seven things about myself! Okay, here we go!

The rules:

Tell seven random and/or interesting things about myself. Get five blog buddies to play, too and link to their blogs. Don't forget to post the rules!


1. I don't like lima beans.
2. I don't like to have my elbows touched.
3. I always like to sit in the back row at the movie theater because I don't like anyone sitting behind me.
4. I like everything in the fridge and cabinets to face front with the labels facing out.
5, I love to watch pro football.
6. I hate talk radio but I love listening to The Jim Rome Show.
7. I like to listen to my iPod when I write.



Okay, now I tag

Kelley Nyrae
Gwen Mitchell
Jennifer McKenzie
Shelley Munro
Kissa Starling


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Thursday, April 24, 2008

Thursday Thirteen!

Thirteen Cute Mr. and Mrs. Potato Heads!


1. Artoo-Potatoo

2. Construction Worker Tater

3. Darth Tater


4. King Tater 5. Mrs. Potato Head


6. Pirate Potato

7. Princess Spud
8. Spiderspud
9. Spud Bunny



10. Spud Trooper
11. Taters of the Lost Ark12. Transformers Optimash Prime
13. Trick or Tater
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  1. The Midnight Moon Cafe
  2. Elle Fredrix
  3. Heather
  4. Kissa Starling
  5. Jennifer McKenzie
  6. Gwen Hayes
  7. Debbie Mumford
  8. Bonnnie Rose Leigh
  9. Rhonda Stapleton
  10. Robin Rotham
  11. The Novelty Girls
  12. Amelia June
  13. Angeleque
  14. Ashley Ladd
  15. LA Day
  16. Adelle Laudan
  17. Shelley Munro
  18. Kris Yankee
  19. Moondancer
  20. Savannah Chase
  21. Tara Nichols
  22. Yuriko
  23. Alessia Brio
  24. Kate Willoughby
  25. Kaige
  26. Xakara
  27. Jane Jones
  28. Pamela
  29. Alice Audrey
  30. Gina Ardito
  31. Lisa Andel
  32. Kathleen Oxley
  33. Gwen Mitchell
  34. Chloe Devlin
  35. Eden
  36. Myrtle Beach Ramblings
  37. Tamy
  38. Nina Pierce

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Wednesday, April 23, 2008

My Website Has a SEXY New Look!

I redesigned my website with a sexy new look and I'd love for you to stop by and check it out! You'll find all the links to my newest releases, including those in print, as well as my other books, plus get to drool over the sexy new covers!

Oh, and if you click on "Coming Soon," you'll get a sneak peek of my new releases Animal Attraction and Librarian by Day, both coming soon from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid!


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Thursday, April 17, 2008

Thursday Thirteen!



Since my sci-fi spanking romance The Ambassador's Daughter just came out in print, I thought I'd do Thirteen Mini Excerpts from it!

1.

Ambassador Kal’yle was silent for a moment before answering. “My daughter is very headstrong and my security team simply cannot keep up with her. She has gotten very good at eluding them to go where she pleases.” He frowned. “Just last night, she slipped away from her guard to go to some nightclub, and ended up getting arrested when protectors raided the place. That guard has since been dismissed, of course.” He leveled his gaze at Rand. “My daughter needs a bodyguard she can’t bully and slip away from, Mr. Barany.”

It sounded more like the ambassador’s daughter needed a good spanking, Rand thought to himself, silently wondering if it had been wise to take on this job. This girl was going to be a major pain in the ass.

2.

Inarii stared at Rand Barany’s retreating back, her pulse racing, her breathing ragged, and a warmth that she didn’t want to put a name to spreading through her. If she didn’t know better, she’d think she was attracted to the man. Which was absolutely absurd, of course! Rand Barany was rude and arrogant. He’d probably never even gone to a school of higher education, much less read a book. He was not at all the type of man she would be attracted to. She frowned at that – just minutes ago, she was telling herself that he was exactly the type of man she would be attracted to. But that was before she learned what an ass he was.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, smoothing her gown with her hands as she tried to calm herself. Getting poor Oland fired had taught her something, at least. All she had to do was make this Rand Barany look like an incompetent imbecile, and her father would have no choice but to fire him. She just had to make it seem like it was Rand’s fault, so that her father wouldn’t follow through on his threat to send her back to their home planet. And after he fired Rand, she could either convince her father that she didn’t need a bodyguard, or she would keep going through them until there were none left willing to work for the ambassador. One thing was for sure; this Rand Barany was not going to get the better of her!

3.

Inarii got up early the next morning, hoping she could talk some sense into her father. But he wouldn’t budge, no matter what she said or what she promised, and so she was forced to endure Rand Barany’s presence at breakfast the next morning. No sooner had she taken a seat at the table than her new bodyguard came into the room. He took up a post off to one side of the large dining room in what he probably thought was an inconspicuous location. Looking at him out of the corner of her eye, she couldn’t help but notice that he looked even more handsome than he had yesterday. And despite the fact that she’d spent a good deal of time after their meeting telling herself that she wasn’t attracted to him, her traitorous pulse skipped a beat at the sight of him. It was too bad she was going to have to do everything in her power to get rid of him. She could certainly have gotten used to having him around.

Determined to ignore him, she sipped her exotic Mactaaran tea and continued to thumb through the holographic fashion magazine she’d been looking at. Tall, willowy models wearing the latest fashions from around the federation walked back and forth above the tabletop, and she tried to focus on them as much as possible to take her mind off her bodyguard.

Rand Barany, however, would not be ignored. He walked across the room to stand beside her chair. “Ms. Kal’yle, I’ll need your schedule for today,” he said. “As well as your calendar for the rest of the week.”

She didn’t look at him. “I don’t keep a schedule, but if you must know, I’m going to the spa for a massage this morning.”

Rand’s mouth quirked. “Of course.”

Inarii’s head snapped up at the condescending tone in his voice. “I’ll have you know that I pulled a muscle playing tennis.”

The words were out before she realized she’d said them and she caught herself. Why was she explaining herself to him? But it didn’t matter anyway. Rand Barany had already turned his back to her and was walking out of the room. Insufferable man!

4.

Stepping out onto the sidewalk, Rand strode toward Inarii. He waited for her to duck down a side street, or turn and walk in the opposite direction once she saw him, but to his surprise, she didn’t appear to have seen him at all. In fact, she was so oblivious that she didn’t even notice him until he was standing right in front of her, and then she was forced to halt in her tracks.

“What the hell are you doing down here?” he demanded.

Inarii’s eyes went wide at the sight of her bodyguard. She’d been so preoccupied with thoughts of Maricel and Danton that she hadn’t even seen him. But with his arms folded across his broad chest and the way he was glowering at her, Rand Barany looked very formidable indeed.

“How...how did you find me?” she asked in amazement.

His brows drew together. “Answer my question, Ms. Kal’yle.”

She lifted her chin to meet his dark gaze. “That’s none of your business.”

He clenched his jaw. “I’m your bodyguard. That makes it my business. I go where you go, remember?”

She gave him a disdainful look. “I remember, and if you can rub your two brain cells together, you’ll remember I said that I need my privacy.”

She made as if to push past him, but he caught her arm. The touch of his hand on her bare skin sent a jolt through her, and she felt her pulse skip a beat as he began to pull her toward the transporter.

“I told you that I wouldn’t put up with your antics,” he said softly as they reached the transporter. “Pull a stunt like that again, Ms. Kal’yle, and I’ll put you over my knee and spank you.”

5.

Inarii could feel Rand’s eyes on her as she moved off with Jarek, but she wouldn’t give her bodyguard the satisfaction of turning to look at him. Instead, she focused her attention on Jarek, who was looking at her curiously.

“So, is he your new boyfriend?” he asked, clearly referring to Rand.

“Boyfriend!” The idea was so preposterous that she almost laughed. “Heavens, no! He’s my new bodyguard.”

Jarek nodded. “That explains why he’s so protective of you, then. I have to say, he certainly is imposing.”

She glanced over her shoulder at Rand to find him watching her with that intent gaze of his, and it was all she could do not to give in to the impulse to make a face at him before she turned back to Jarek.

“The man is a complete and utter boor, but for some reason, my father seems to like him,” she said, and then gave Jarek a smile. “But enough about my bodyguard. Show me this piece of artwork you’re thinking of buying.”

Though Jarek Bretaigne claimed not to be a connoisseur of fine art, he did have an eye for it, because the piece he’d chosen was beautiful. Relieved that he had Inarii’s blessing, Jarek started to excuse himself, saying that he wanted to speak to the gallery’s owner about setting up the purchase.

“After you talk to her, do you think you could give me a ride home?” Inarii asked before he could disappear into the crowd.

Jarek frowned. “What about your bodyguard?”

She smiled mischievously. “The man thinks I’m his prisoner half the time anyway. I just want to show him that I’m not, and this will be the perfect opportunity.”

6.

As she waited for the bath to fill, Inarii smiled to herself as she imagined the look on Rand Barany’s face when that server had spilled the tray of drinks on him. It must have been priceless, she thought as she belted the short robe around her slender waist.

A bell chimed, letting her know that the door to her rooms was being opened. Probably her maid coming in to turn down her bed for the night, she thought, and was surprised when Rand Barany strode into the room. She couldn’t help but notice that the front of his trousers were still wet from the drinks he’d been doused with, and she probably would have laughed if he didn’t look so furious. Did he know that she was responsible for his soaking?

“I warned you about sneaking off, Ms. Kal’yle,” he said.

She shrugged, ignoring the fierce glint in his eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I...”

Rand didn’t let her finish. Grabbing her arm, he dragged her across the room to one of the stuffed chairs, where she found herself unceremoniously upended over the back of it.

“What are you doing?” she demanded indignantly, craning her neck to see over her shoulder.

“Showing you that I mean what I say,” he ground out.

“What...?!” she began, only to let out a yelp of outrage as he smacked her upturned bottom.

7.

“So, was your father really mad about the other night?” Kat asked as soon as they’d sat down at one of the tables in the garden. She was obviously referring to the raid at Deep Space and their subsequent arrest.

Inarii made a face as she thought of the fight she’d had with her father after he’d picked her up at the civil protector station. “Mad doesn’t even begin to describe it, Kat. He was so furious that he fired poor Oland on the spot just because I slipped away from him to have a normal life for a few hours. Then, as if that weren’t enough, he hired the most rude, obnoxious, arrogant man he could find to be my new bodyguard.” She swore silently. Even though she had promised to banish any thought of Rand from her mind, it was somehow the first thing that came up in conversation.

A smiled played on the other girl’s lips. “Don’t like him much, do you?”

“He thinks I’m his prisoner!” Inarii complained. “I can’t take two steps without him asking me where I’m going or what I’m doing. He treats me like a child. It’s ridiculous!”

Her dark-haired friend waited until the pretty, petite maid had finished serving them before she spoke, and then it was to shrug off Inarii’s words. “There hasn’t been a guard you can’t give the slip, Inarii.”

That was true, Inarii reflected as she picked up her fork, but none of her other guards had ever stormed into her rooms and spanked her because she’d done so.

“This one’s different,” Inarii said quietly.

“Different how?” Kat asked. “He’s a man and you’re a woman who’s an expert at wrapping the opposite sex around your finger.”

Inarii toyed with her salad, pushing the fresh greens around on the plate. “He...he spanked me.”

There was a silence for a moment and then, “He did what?” as if Kat hadn’t heard correctly.

Inarii could hardly meet her friend’s gaze. “I slipped away from him the other night at the art gallery and he spanked me for it.”

Kat’s eyes grew wide. “Right there in the gallery?”

Inarii was horrified at the idea. “Of course not! He followed me back here, and then barged into my rooms.”

“You mean he just put you over his knee and spanked you?” the other girl asked incredulously.

Inarii said nothing, too embarrassed to go into detail with her friend.

8.

Inarii started to say more, but Rand Barany chose that moment to check in on her. Though he said nothing, his dark eyes held in them what she was sure was a look of superiority. He probably believed he’d bullied her last night with his barbaric show of strength, she thought angrily. Well, he was in for a rude awakening.

Lifting her chin, she met his gaze with a disdainful look of her own, almost hoping to provoke him into saying something. However, to her surprise, Rand simply glanced from her to Kat, and then back to her before leaving the garden. But not before giving her a warning look, she noticed.

“Please tell me that’s not your new bodyguard,” Kat said.

“Every arrogant inch of him,” Inarii muttered.

Kat’s eyes widened. “You didn’t tell me he was so gorgeous.”

“He’s not gorgeous!” Inarii said hotly. “Okay, well maybe he is. But he’s also the most uncouth, pompous, loathsome man I’ve ever met.”

Kat thought a moment, then shrugged. “Still...”

“Kat, he spanked me!”

Her friend gestured with her fork. “You know, maybe you should tell your father about that,” she said. “And then after he gives him the sack, I’ll talk my father into hiring him. I wouldn’t mind getting a spanking from a man like that.”

Inarii stared at her friend in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Kat smiled a teasing, little smile. “I’ve heard that spanking can be very sexual.”

Inarii felt herself turn red. “It wasn’t sexual, Kat. It was humiliating!”

Despite her protests, Inarii felt her pulse quicken at the thought and she viciously speared a tomato with her fork. Even if Rand Barany were too handsome for words – which she grudgingly had to admit that he was – there was absolutely nothing sexy about the spanking he’d given her!

9.

As the two girls walked down the hallway toward her rooms, they passed Rand, who, thankfully, was heading in the opposite direction. Ignoring him, Inarii continued to converse with Kat, but Rand’s voice stopped her.

“Is there anything on your schedule for today that I should know about, Ms. Kal’yle?”

Inarii turned to regard him coolly. “Kat and I are going to try on some clothes, and then spend the afternoon discussing the latest gossip. You’re welcome to join us, of course, though I rather doubt that any of my clothes will fit you.”

He said nothing for a moment, as if considering whether he should respond to her insult, but he only nodded. “You will let me know if you decide to go out, won’t you?”

Inarii gave him what she thought was her most innocent look. “Of course,” she said sweetly.

His mouth tightened, but he said nothing, simply turning on his heel and striding down the hallway.

10.

Rand had thought that the spanking he’d given Inarii, and the promise of another one should she continue to misbehave, would have been enough to curb her wild ways. But apparently, he was wrong, because he was sure she was up to something. Her sugary-sweet words of acquiescence were a deception, he was sure. She was way too independent and headstrong to give in to him that easily, even if it did earn her another spanking.

After warming Inarii’s bottom last night, Rand had fully expected to be summoned to her father’s office that morning to be dismissed, or at the very least, reprimanded for his actions. But when he’d passed Chane Kal’yle in the hallway earlier, the man had simply asked him how things were going and whether his daughter was behaving herself. Which meant that Inarii hadn’t told her father about the spanking. That has surprised Rand a little. He’d thought Inarii would have run to her father and demanded his head on a platter. But perhaps she was fearful that if she did, her father would find out that she was up to her old antics again, and that he would make good on his threat and send her back to Deuntaie.

Whatever her reason, Rand had to admit he was relieved she hadn’t told her father. This job was too important to his career for him to get fired simply because he’d given the boss’s daughter exactly what she deserved.

Rand felt himself grow hard at the memory of the spanking. Even though she’d been wearing a robe, it was obvious that Inarii had an ass that was just made for spanking. It was true that he hadn’t spanked her all that hard, but it had probably been hard enough to give her cheeks a nice rosy blush. The mental image almost made him groan aloud.

Rand’s mouth quirked. He almost hoped that Inarii did disobey him and sneak off somewhere again because he would very much enjoy putting her over his knee and spanking that bottom of hers until it was the perfect shade of red.

11.

She flushed, very much aware of the audience that had gathered to watch the civil protectors arrest the thief who had tried to steal her purse. If all the man had been going to get had been her evening bag, she wouldn’t have cared, but he would have also gotten the much-needed medicine inside it, and that she did care about. But Rand couldn’t find out about the drugs. So she said the first thing that came to mind.

“It’s a Glaren-Moroe,” she said, giving her bodyguard the name of the designer as if it should mean something to him, which it didn’t, of course. “I paid a fortune for it.”

Rand gave her a contemptuous look. “And your life isn’t worth more than some stupid designer bag?”

Inarii felt a fresh rush of color tint her cheeks. “How did you find me, anyway?” she demanded sharply. “Do you have some kind of tracking device on me or something?”

He glowered at her. “No, but that’s a damn good idea!”

“Then how...?”

“I called him,” Kat said, taking a step forward. She was chewing on her manicured thumbnail and looking nervously from Inarii to Rand.

Inarii stared at her incredulously. “You called him?”

Her friend gave her a shamefaced look. “That guy watching you was creeping me out.”

“That guy was probably harmless, Kat,” Inarii told her.

“Well, that guy who tried to steal your purse sure as hell wasn’t!” Rand snapped. “Come on, I’m taking you home.”

Inarii took a step back. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” She lifted her chin, her green eyes full of defiance. “You don’t own me, you know.”

He gave her a hard look. “No, but I am responsible for you, Ms. Kal’yle, and you’re getting in the transporter right now. Now, you can either get in it yourself, or I’ll put you over my shoulder and toss you in it. You decide.”

12.

He was going to spank her again, Inarii realized. To her surprise, she felt her pulse skip a beat.

“You...you can’t!” she protested. “Not right here. Someone could hear.”

The cabana was three-sided, so if anyone heard anything, they would certainly come looking. But Rand’s mouth only quirked. “Then you’ll have to be quiet, won’t you?”

Her eyes went wide, but before she could do more than gasp, he sat down on the bench and dragged her over his knee. Inarii held her breath, waiting, only to let out a little cry of surprise when she felt his hand on the waistband of her bikini bottom. Nothing more than a small triangle of material to begin with, it did little to cover her cheeks, but Rand must have thought it was in the way, because he tugged it down to mid-thigh, leaving her bottom bare and vulnerable.

Inarii felt herself blush. The cabana faced away from the pool so that its occupants could have privacy as well as a view of the ocean on the enormous holo-screen that lined the deck. If anyone came by...

13.

“Do you think they’d really try something on a cruiser full of people?” she asked in disbelief.

There was no mistaking the fear in her voice. Or the way it trembled. Unable to suppress the urge to comfort her, he reached out and gently cupped her cheek. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, Inarii,” he said softly. “I’ll do whatever is necessary to keep you safe.”

Inarii said nothing, but merely looked up at him with those beautiful green eyes of hers. Not even aware of what he was doing, Rand bent his head and kissed her gently on the mouth. Her lips were soft and pliant under his, and though she didn’t return the kiss right away, she didn’t push him away, either. Then, ever so slowly, her lips parted beneath his and she was kissing him back.

That was all the encouragement Rand needed. Sliding his hand into her hair, her cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss, his tongue finding hers. God, she tasted so damn sweet, he thought. Just like peaches. Perfectly ripe, succulent peaches. All of a sudden, he had to have more. Had to see if she was that sweet all over!

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Wednesday, April 16, 2008

SQUEE! New Contract with WCPT!


SQUEE!

I just signed a new contract with Whiskey Creek Press Torrid for my contemporary erotic romance Librarian by Day...! I'm so excited!

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Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Excellence Award!

I'm so flattered! The Midnight Moon Cafe gave my blog an Excellence Award, so I wanted to give them a shout out! Thank you, girls!

Now I'd like to return the favor!

Kelley Nyrae
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Thursday, April 3, 2008

Thursday Thirteen!


Since my sci-fi erotic romance Cindra and the Bounty Hunter just came out in print, I thought I'd do Thirteen Mini-Excerpts from it!
1.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, Ms. Mallory. I find you very attractive, but I don’t think that a single night of sex would be a fair trade for ten-thousand credits worth of my services.”
While he’d been careful how he’d phrased the words, he could tell by the color rushing to her cheeks that he’d clearly offended Cindra Mallory. Then again, maybe that might be a good thing, he thought. If she was suitably insulted, maybe she’d storm out of his office in a huff and he could forget all about her very tempting offer. But instead, she simply lifted a brow.

“Then I’ll sleep with you more than once,” she said. “Is there a particular number you have in mind?”

Bladen had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping. Shit, that hadn’t gone like he’d thought it would. Cindra Mallory was seriously willing to sleep with him in exchange for his help. And the sultry look she was giving him right now was making his cock stand up and demand to be put in charge of the negotiations.

2.

“I’d have no idea what the going rate would be,” he said. “But even if I give you the benefit of the doubt and say that a single night of lovemaking with you is worth a thousand credits, that would still mean you would owe me...”

“Ten nights of unbelievable passion,” she finished for him. “Deal!”

For the second time that night, Bladen stared at her in disbelief, stunned by what she had just agreed to. His cock, however, was quite thrilled. “Let me make sure I understand this,” he said slowly. “In exchange for my services, you’re agreeing to provide me with ten sexual favors, of my design, and at the time of my choosing?”

“Yes, Mr. Sloan, that’s exactly what I’m agreeing to,” she told him.

3.

“So, what do we do first?” she asked, handing the signed contract back to him.

He set the contract on the desk, and then turned to give her a grin. “You.”

4.

They’d had sex in his office not an hour ago, and he already wanted her again. If he weren’t careful, she would have her end of the bargain paid off before tomorrow morning.

5.

Though he had been sorely tempted to take Cindra right there on the bathroom floor, Bladen had resisted the impulse. After all, he reminded himself again, they had only agreed to ten sexual favors, and he didn’t want to use them up too quickly. Besides, watching her dry off after her shower was almost as much fun and didn’t count against the ten.

6.

She was using her sex appeal to manipulate him, or at least she thought she was. If she could use their agreement to get what she wanted, then so could he. He certainly had a few sexual fantasies he’d always wanted to indulge in. The only question was how far Cindra would go to get him to do what she wanted?

7.

On stage, the woman had positioned herself on top of her partner so that she could take his cock in her mouth while he licked her pussy, and Cindra shifted on the couch as she felt her own pussy getting even wetter. Suddenly, a movement beside her caught her attention, and she dragged her gaze from the performers to where Bladen sat beside her. Her eyes widened when she saw him undoing the buttons on his breeches. He surprised her even more a moment later when he freed his erect cock from the confines the material. Well, she was touching herself, so she supposed this was no different. But when she met his gaze, it was to find him regarding her with a raised brow.

Realization slowly began to dawn upon her. “Here?” she whispered.

He gave her a roguish grin. “That’s why these booths are built for privacy. But if you’re too shy...”

He was daring her, Cindra thought in amazement. He didn’t think she would be bold enough to do it. She had to admit, she’d never done anything even remotely like what he was suggesting, but the idea of having sex right there, where the people on the stage could see them, was kind of exciting. And she could be bold, she decided, just as bold as he was.

8.

At first, his mouth was feather light on hers, barely making contact. But then the kiss deepened to become more insistent and she parted her lips under his with a moan of pleasure. Bladen tasted of the whiskey he’d been drinking. And something else, too, she thought. She couldn’t put a name to it, but it was something uniquely male, uniquely his. And it was more intoxicating than any drink.

Abruptly, Bladen lifted his head to gaze down at her, and in the lighting, his eyes glinted gold. Wetting her lips with her tongue, Cindra slid her hand up behind his neck to pull his head back down. Then he was kissing her again, deep, passionate, mind-blowing kisses that took her breath away, and she could barely think. Except to notice that her legs had indeed gone weak again.

9.

“So,” she said. “Can you put this ship of yours on auto-pilot?”

He glanced at her. “Of course,” he said. “Why do you ask?”

She gave him a sultry look. “Because I can think of a lot better things to do with our time than sit here and watch the stars go by.”

Without waiting for a reply, she got to her feet and sidled past his chair to walk in the direction of the bedroom.

10.

Abruptly remembering that she’d planned to bring up the subject of spanking, she rolled onto her side and with one hand, slowly traced little circles on her bottom.
Bladen’s eyes narrowed with interest, and she smiled as she continued to play with her bottom. He quite obviously loved that part of her anatomy, she mused. Thinking it was time to really heat things up, Cindra lifted her hand and brought it down sharply on her ass. Where before the bounty hunter’s eyes had narrowed, now they went wide, and she spanked herself a few more times before giving him a wicked smile.

“I think you could do a much better job of this, don’t you?” she teased.

11.

Bladen stopped at one of the tables and as he looked around for a server, Cindra found her gaze drawn to the stage behind him. On it, a beautiful woman was draped over her partner’s knee while he spanked her upturned bottom with an oval-shaped wooden paddle. Each time the paddle slapped against her bare skin, the woman would let out a moan, and Cindra watched transfixed as her asscheeks went from creamy white to a cherry red under the man’s ministrations.

Though the paddle obviously had to sting, the woman didn’t look like she minded it. If anything, she looked like she was in the throes of ecstasy. As she watched, Cindra couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to get spanked with a paddle like that.

Abruptly, she imagined herself in the woman’s position, being held down across Bladen’s knee while he paddled her bare ass.

12.

The man smiled. “Members of our club are a rather tight-knit group,” he explained. “Especially around tourists who gawk at us as if we were the paid entertainment. They’ll open up to you once they see you perform.”

Cindra felt her pulse skip a beat at the word, “perform.” Her pussy immediately went wet at the thought!

Bladen glanced at her. “I see,” he said. “Since we’re new here, do you mind if I ask what the protocol is when it comes to that?”

“Not at all.” The man gestured to the room. “The floor is yours. Simply do whatever you feel comfortable with,” he said and then with a nod, moved off to join the rest of the people clustered on the far side of the room.

Bladen looked at her. “Are you sure about this?”

She nodded wordlessly.

He gently ran a finger down her cheek. “I’ll take it easy on you.”
Cindra gave him a sexy little smile. “Not too easy,” she said softly. “We have to make this look good, you know.”

She leaned close to gently kiss him on the mouth and then before he could reply, she sidled past him to walk over to the padded horse. He probably could have simply taken her over his knee, she supposed, but she’d been drawn to the horse ever since they’d seen the girl tied down and getting spanked over one in the other room.

Stepping up behind it, she spread her legs so they were in line with the horse’s wooden ones, and then bent over at the waist so that she was resting on the padded top. Balancing on her forearms, she placed her wrists in the padded leather cuffs, and then looked over her shoulder at Bladen. He was standing where she’d left him, a sexy smile curving the corner of his mouth, and she wondered what he was thinking. After a moment, he walked across the room to where she lay draped over the horse.

The first thing Bladen did was secure the cuffs around each of her wrists, and she felt her stomach do a cartwheel as he tightened first one and then the other. She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this, and in a room full of people, no less!

After her wrists were securely bound, she expected Bladen to do the same to her ankles, but he surprised her by sliding his hand into her long hair and tipping her head back. She blinked up at him, wondering if he was going to ask her again if she was sure about what they were about to do, but instead, he bent his head to cover her mouth with his in a long, intoxicating kiss. Lifting his head, he gazed into her eyes for a long moment before moving around behind her. As he did so, he ran his hand over her hip and down her booted leg, and she let out a delicious little shiver as she felt him fasten the cuffs around her ankles. Now, with wrists and ankles both cuffed to the wooden horse, she could do nothing but wait in breathless anticipation for Bladen to begin.

13.

She put her arms around his neck and leaned in close to kiss him on the mouth. “So, what do you think? Could I talk you into putting me over your knee?”

Bladen felt a smile tug at the corner of his mouth as he rested his hands on her waist. When she looked at him like that, she could probably talk him into anything, he thought. And the idea of having her over his knee was definitely a turn-on. “You think you’d like that position, then?”

“Mmm-hmm,” she said in a throaty purr.

He gave her a lazy grin. “Then I think you need to do something about all these clothes you’re wearing.”

Looking up at him from beneath lowered lashes, Cindra stepped back and slowly undid the hooks on the bustier she was wearing, then let it fall to the floor. God, her breasts were perfect! It was all he could do not to cup them in his hands so that he could nibble on their pert, rosy tips right then. But he forced himself to wait. It would only get better, he thought, watching as she wiggled free of her skirt. Standing before him wearing nothing but a tiny thong and her thigh-high, black boots, he decided he’d never seen a woman more beautiful. Her lips curving into a saucy, little smile, she reached for the waistband of the thong, but he stopped her.

“Leave that on. The boots, too,” he said softly.

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Wednesday, April 2, 2008

CINDRA AND THE BOUNTY HUNTER is now in PRINT!


I'm thrilled to announce that my bestselling sci-fi erotic romance Cindra and the Bounty Hunter is now available in PRINT! And it's got a HOT new cover designed by the fantastic and very talented artist Rae Monet!

Beautiful Cindra Mallory is determined to become an interplanetary bounty hunter and has set her sights high for her first job. She tracks a major organized-crime figure halfway across the galaxy, only to run out of both leads and money. Facing the possibility of going home empty-handed, she decides to enlist the services of more-experienced bounty hunter Bladen Sloan. Unwilling to share the glory – or the bounty – with the ruggedly handsome Bladen, however, Cindra fabricates a convoluted story that has her posing as a jilted bride-to-be, with her bounty as the fiancĂ© she needs Bladen to track down. But when Bladen discovers she has no money to pay him, he agrees to do the job only in return for some extremely special compensation.

Before she knows it, Cindra finds herself signing a contract that has her agreeing to provide ten sexual favors to Bladen in return for his services. How difficult can it be? she thinks. After all, the man certainly isn’t hard to look at. And besides, she can always skip out on the deal the moment they find her fugitive. However, things get complicated when she discovers that Bladen believes in spankings plus she not only enjoys being Bladen’s sex toy, but is starting to fall for him as well. But is there a way to tell Bladen the truth, get her bounty, and still keep the man she’s falling in love with?


Excerpt:

Bladen lifted his gaze to her face and found her regarding him expectantly. “While your offer is very tempting, Ms. Mallory, I can’t accept it.”

Her brow furrowed beneath her long, sexy bangs. “Why not?”

He gave her a small smile. “Because for one thing, it wouldn’t be very professional of me. And for another, I would feel like I was taking advantage of you.”

She blinked, obviously surprised by the words. But then her lips curved into a smile. “You wouldn’t be taking advantage of me, Mr. Sloan, I assure you. I know exactly what I’m offering you, and I’m willing to do whatever is necessary to retain your services.”

Bladen said nothing for a moment. Damn, she must want to find her ex-boyfriend bad. And since she obviously wasn’t going to let Bladen bow out of this gracefully, he was going to have to try a different approach. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Ms. Mallory. I find you very attractive, but I don’t think that a single night of sex would be a fair trade for ten-thousand credits worth of my services.”

While he’d been careful how he phrased the words, he could tell by the color rushing to her cheeks that he’d clearly offended Cindra Mallory. Then again, maybe that might be a good thing, he thought. If she was suitably insulted, maybe she’d storm out of his office in a huff and he could forget all about her very tempting offer. But instead, she simply lifted a brow.

“Then I’ll sleep with you more than once,” she said. “Is there a particular number you have in mind?”

Bladen had to fight to keep his jaw from dropping. Shit, that hadn’t gone like he thought it would. Cindra Mallory was seriously willing to sleep with him in exchange for his help. And the sultry look she was giving him right now was making his cock stand up and demand to be put in charge of the negotiations.“I’d have no idea what the going rate would be,” he said. “But even if I give you the benefit of the doubt and say that a single night of lovemaking with you is worth a thousand credits, that would still mean you would owe me...”

“Ten nights of unbelievable passion,” she finished for him. “Deal!”

For the second time that night, Bladen stared at her in disbelief, stunned by what she had just agreed to. His cock however, was quite thrilled. “Let me make sure I understand this,” he said slowly. “In exchange for my services, you’re agreeing to provide me with ten sexual favors, of my design, and at the time of my choosing?”

“Yes, Mr. Sloan, that’s exactly what I’m agreeing to,” she told him.

* * * *

What was she thinking, agreeing to sleep with Bladen Sloan ten times in exchange for his help? Cindra wondered. But she’d been so caught up in their sexy banter, not to mention mesmerized by his hypnotizing good looks, that the words had come out of her mouth before she even knew what she was saying. Was it too late to back out of it? she asked herself. But one look at the expression on the bounty hunter’s face told her that he considered it a done deal. Maybe she should tell him that she changed her mind, and then make a mad dash for the door.

But she didn’t. Instead, Cindra forced herself to take a deep, cleansing breath. Why was she freaking out? What difference did it really make if she agreed to sleep with Bladen Sloan once or ten times? It wasn’t like she was actually going to have sex with him anyway. She’d flirt and lead him on just like she planned, then when Sloan found DelCour for her, she would be off Pendari before she’d ever have to honor their agreement.

Behind his desk, Sloan inclined his head. “Then I’ll draw up a contract and we can make it official.”

Cindra frowned at that. She found it hard to believe he was actually going to put something like that into writing, but she said nothing as he dictated the terms of their agreement into the computer. Well, she could only hope he was just as thorough when it came to looking for DelCour, she thought wryly.

Once the contract was printed, the bounty hunter came around the desk and held it out for her signature. Quickly reading it, she saw that he had simply put their agreement into words. There was something about seeing it on paper that made her blush though, and her hand trembled a little as she signed it. It wasn’t as if the contract would hold up in any council of law in the galaxy anyway, she told herself. At least she didn’t think it would.

“So, what do we do first?” she asked, handing the signed contract back to him.He set the contract on the desk, and then turned to give her a grin. “You.”

Cindra looked up at him in confusion. “Me?”

Taking her hand, he pulled her gently to her feet. She had known the bounty hunter was tall, but now that he was standing so close, she realized just how tall he really was. The top of her head didn’t even reach his chin.

“I think it would only be fair for me to get a partial payment up front, don’t you?” he said softly.

Her pulse quickened as she realized what the bounty hunter meant. He wanted to have sex with her. Right then! “Here?” she asked, looking around the office.

Bladen released her hand to lightly run the tips of his fingers up and down her bare arm. The touch sent the most delicious little shivers up and down her back. “Why not?”

His nearness was making it difficult to think. Or speak, for that matter. She hadn’t expected to have to make good on her side of the bargain quite this soon. “B-but anyone could walk in,” she stammered. Damn, he smelled good! Not like cologne either, she thought, just pure, unadulterated masculinity.

He reached behind him to press a button on his computer. A moment later, a lilting female voice confirmed that the doors had been locked and the office was now secure. “Not anymore,” he told her.

Cindra chewed on her lower lip, trying to come up with some excuse she could use to avoid having sex with him right that minute, but for some reason, nothing would come to mind. Maybe it was because she was flustered, she told herself. Then again, maybe it was because with Bladen standing so close to her, she was suddenly thinking that sex with him wasn’t necessarily something to be avoided. Before she could really decide if that was a good thing or not, the question became moot as Bladen lowered his head and covered her mouth with his.



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