Wednesday, August 29, 2012

New Cover! THE REAL THING!

I got my cover for THE REAL THING, my upcoming release from Blushing Books!






Actress Raine Montgomery will do anything to get back on the A-list, including marrying a man she doesn’t love. As the wedding gets closer—and the reality of her decision hits her—she wants nothing more than to escape her crazy life, so she heads to a spa in the mountains of northern California. But thanks to a snowstorm, she ends up stranded in the middle of nowhere.

Artist Logan McBride comes to her rescue. He might be sinfully handsome, but he’s also rude, arrogant and annoying as hell. Unfortunately, his cabin is the only shelter in the storm, so Raine has no choice but to go with him.

The cabin turns out to be just as rough around the edges as its owner, something Raine takes great pleasure in pointing out to Logan on several occasions. Tired of her endless complaining, Logan puts her over his knee and spanks her.

Raine can’t get back to Hollywood fast enough. In LA, however, she’s shocked to discover she can’t get the handsome, domineering artist or the spankings he gave her out of her head. Now, with the wedding only weeks away, how can Raine go through with her farce of a marriage when it’s obvious she has feelings for the man who so expertly reddened her bottom at his mountain cabin?


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Wednesday, August 22, 2012

4 Hearts for SUBMISSION BECOMES HER!

I'm so excited ! Michelle from Romancing the Books gave SUBMISSION BECOMES HER 4 Hearts!





"I highly recommend this book and rated it 4 out of 5. It’s well written with a story that hooked me right from the very start. It’s a nice little escape read, but it’s also not completely out of the realm of possibility. It’s a story that you could see actually happening. At 36 pages, it’s short but long enough for me to really care about the characters. I liked Josie and was pulling for her. From the minute I started I was glued to my Kindle and I couldn’t wait to find out what was going to happen next. There is some sizzling heat, but also romance as well. Since it is a short story, I hate to give too much away because I don‘t want to ruin anything. Overall I found it to be a very enjoyable short story that was both captivating and erotic."


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Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Monday, August 20, 2012

Winner of the Love's a Beach Blog Hop!

And the winner of the Lovee's a Beach Blog Hop is Melissa Bourn! Congratulations! If you'll email me with the name of which ebook you'd like, I'll get it right out to you!

Thanks so much to everyone who entered!

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Friday, August 17, 2012

Love's a Beach Bog Hop!

There's a blog hop this weekend, and you know what that means. Hot hunks, cool prizes and yummy excerpts! You could win some very sexy books, including one from me - your choice! But you MUST comment on this blog to win! Oh, and be sure to leave your email address!

And if you're looking for a fun, sexy beach read, I hope you'll pick up my newest release, HANDS-ON TRAINING, the fifth book in my Badge Bunnies Series! If you haven't read the others yet, not a problem because you can read the books in any order you like!

After you read the excerpt, don't forget to check out my hot hunk!

Happy Reading!





This hot cop is only too happy to give her private lessons!

Texas State Trooper Blake Jordan can't afford to get distracted on the job, but he can't take his eyes off the beautiful woman in his concealed carry handgun class. With soft feminine curves and eyes he just about gets lost in, Trista Durant is enough to make him forget his own name.

Trista's been drooling over Blake since the moment he walked in the classroom. His broad shoulders, big biceps and sexy voice are enough to almost melt off her panties.

When the hot cop acts completely professional despite the sultry smiles she sends his way, she realizes she's going to have to give up on getting him in her bed, or do something drastic to make it happen —like failing the hands-on portion of the class so she can get some time alone with him. Blake is only too happy to give Trista private lessons, and soon shows her what real hands-on training is all about.

Who knew shooting a gun could be so much fun? Give a whole new meaning to the term keep your weapon pointed in a safe direction at all times.



Excerpt:

“You seemed comfortable handling the weapon when it was unloaded. It wasn't until you got on the line with a loaded weapon that you started having a problem, so I think we should start there.”

Trista groaned inwardly. The possibility of romance was dropping by the second here. Blake seriously thought she wanted a firearms lesson.

She picked up her pistol. “Should I just start shooting at the target?”

“Let's work on your stance first and get you comfortable with the weapon. Then we'll do some shooting.”

Trista turned to face the target—feet together, pistol held in both hands with arms fully extended at shoulder height. “Like this?”

“Not quite.” Blake lifted his hand, then stopped. “Do you mind if I touch you? It's easier to show you than to tell you.”

Now you're talking.

“Go ahead.” She had to fight to keep the grin off her face. “If you think it will help.”

Her pulse quickened as Blake went around to stand in back of her. Without a word, he placed his boot in between her feet, gently nudging them apart. When she automatically spread her legs, he slipped one of his between her thighs to widen her stance. When she'd said she wanted Blake between her legs, this wasn't what she'd had
in mind. Not that she was complaining. She’d take him any way she could get him.

He wrapped his arms around her and clasped her hands in his. He was so big and strong she couldn’t help but feel tiny in his embrace, and it was all she could do not to moan as the hard planes of his chest pressed against her back. She knew he was only demonstrating the proper stance to help her shoot better, but at the moment, all she really cared about was how the contours of his body fit hers.

“See how much more stable you are in this position?” Blake’s voice was right next to her ear. “Wider is always better.”

She couldn't agree more. “I see that now.”

Unable to help herself, she pushed her ass back until she brushed against something firm and unyielding. She was pretty sure it wasn't his belt buckle.

“Relax your arms some,” he instructed. “Your shoulders are really tense.”

She obeyed, wiggling back a little more as she let her arms relax. This time, her ass definitely met with resistance. If that was his cock she was rubbing up against and not a weapon of another sort, then Blake wasn't quite as professional as he wanted her to think. Or at least a certain part of his anatomy wasn't.

“I know you won't be able to think about breathing in a crisis situation. But right now, let's focus on good technique.” His voice was smooth as honey in her ear. “Take a deep breath and hold it.”

She inhaled, letting the air fill her lungs—and expand her breasts quite nicely. From where he stood looking over her shoulder, Blake would have had to be oblivious to miss the view down her blouse as she put on her best heaving-bosom routine.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

He tightened his arms around her, pulling her back against him. Oh, yeah. That was definitely his cock back there. He was getting harder by the second.

“Now, just squeeze your finger gently on the trigger,” he commanded. “It should surprise you when it goes off.”

She slowly pulled the trigger. The hammer fell with a distinct click.

“That was perfect. You didn't flinch at all,” he said. “Let's try it now with the clip loaded.”

Trista almost groaned in disappointment when he moved away from her to load the magazine of her 9mm. She leaned her hip against the counter and watched as he worked. Damn, he had some nice hands. She could just imagine what they’d feel like roaming over her naked body. When he was done, he held out a set of hearing protection— the kind that cut out almost all the sound.

She frowned as she took the earmuffs. “I won't be able to hear your instructions with these on. Shouldn’t we use the foamy things.”

His mouth quirked. “The foam earplugs, you mean? No. The earmuffs muffle the sound better. Don’t worry. I'll be right behind you, guiding you by touch. All you have to do is focus on the target.”

Like she was going to be able to focus on anything with him touching her. That silly paper target positioned halfway down the shooting range was going to be the last thing on her mind.

After he was once again standing behind her, Blake leaned close to her ear for one last set of instructions before she put the muffs in place. “You have a full magazine, but I want you to take your time and try to make every shot perfect.”

She picked up her Lady Smith 9mm and sighted in on the target. Having all that rock-hard muscle pressed up against her was even more distracting than it’d been before, and her hands began to shake. Blake immediately wrapped his arms around her, his hands supporting her wrists—which only made her tremble more. The way the inside of his arms pressed against the sides of her breasts was doing all sorts of delicious things to her body.

Trista relaxed back, subtly rubbing her ass against his erection. Blake didn’t pull away. If anything, he tugged her a little closer. He was trying to seduce her.

Hot damn.

She forced herself to focus enough to actually aim in the general direction of the target and squeezed out a shot. She didn't give a damn where the bullet hit, but she did use the recoil as an excuse to bump her ass back into Blake's hard-on. She took a breath and held it, then pulled the trigger again. When she leaned back against him this time, she gently rotated her ass in blatant invitation. Blake must have approved because he slid his hands down her bare arms until his fingertips brushed the sides of her breasts.

The contact was teasing, questioning, as if he wanted to make sure this was what she wanted.

Man, this was so what she wanted.

Keeping her pistol pointed in a safe direction, she turned her head until their eyes met. The heat in his made her pulse skyrocket. She wanted to say something flirty and suggestive, but she’d have to shout to be heard over the ear protection they wore, and that wouldn’t be very sexy at all. So instead, gaze still locked with his, she slowly and deliberately grazed his scuff-roughened jaw line with her lips. That must have been good enough for Blake. When she turned back to send another 9mm downrange, he slid his hands under her breasts to cup them through her shirt. Needless to say, that round went wide of the target. Hell, she wasn't sure she even hit the wall behind it. She didn’t care. She was just happy he’d finally gotten the message she’d been sending his way.

She took a deep breath, letting her breasts fill Blake's big hands. She thought she might have moaned, but she couldn’t tell over her earmuffs. She doubted her shooting instructor had, either. That was okay. She’d make sure he knew exactly how much she enjoyed what he was doing later.

Behind her, Blake bent to nuzzle her neck. His mouth was warm on her skin, and she tipped her head to the side to give him plenty of room. Steadying the weapon, she squeezed off a lazy shot at the target and hit it dead center. Hmm, nothing like getting her breasts fondled to improve her focus.

She loved a man who knew how to use his mouth, and Blake certainly fell into that category. His lips on her neck were doing crazy things to her body, and she shivered as goose bumps chased over her skin. And when he traced his tongue along the pulse line of her jugular all the way from her collar bone up to her ear? Well, she just about melted. She was on the verge of dropping her Smith and Wesson when a sharp nip of teeth brought her back to reality. She tried to get herself under control, but she couldn't.

She was already drunk from the first little touch.

She let her head fall back, silently begging him for more. And more was exactly what he gave her. Oh God, could a woman have a neckgasm? If his mouth felt that good there, what was it going to feel like on her nipples? Or her pussy? She trembled at the thought.

She was so caught up in what Blake was doing above the collar of her shirt she almost didn’t realize he’d started unbuttoning it until she felt cool air on her skin. Her heart beat faster. He stopped halfway from the bottom to motion toward the target with his chin.

Trista blinked. He wanted her to keep shooting? Was he nuts? She was so blurry-eyed from excitement she was starting to worry about their safety. But he was insistent, nudging her again.

She lifted her 9mm and took a deep breath, doing her best to lock her eyes on the man-shaped silhouette hanging from the cable. The task was made more difficult by the fact that Blake had finished with the buttons on her shirt and had wrapped his hands around her satin-covered breasts. She hadn't thought her shirt had been that thick, but the increase in sensation let her know that was a lie. Her nipples tightened almost painfully against her bra.

Blake gave her a sharp nip on the neck to put her back on task. She lifted her head, took another breath and held it, then squeezed off a shot at the head of the target.

Hmm, another hit. She’d better be careful, or Blake might catch on to her game.


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SEDUCING OFFICER BARLOWE
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TWO COP, A GIRL AND A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS
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A COP, HIS WIFE AND HER BEST FRIEND
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RIDE-ALONG
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Thursday, August 16, 2012

Thursday Thirteen - Excerpts from HANDS-ON TRAINING!



Thirteen Sexy Excerpts from HANDS-ON TRAINING, the fifth book in the Badge Bunnies Series!


1.

As a cop, Blake Jordan couldn’t afford to be distracted, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the gorgeous brunette in front of him. The only woman in the Concealed Handgun License Proficiency course he was teaching, she was all soft, feminine curves with long, silky hair and full, pouty lips. Not to mention honey-colored eyes he could just about get lost in. Which made it damn hard to concentrate on his presentation.



2.

Damn, if her eyes didn’t sparkle like gold in the early morning sun coming through the window. Was she wearing colored contacts? The question mystified him half the morning. When they finally took a break, he found himself wandering over to the vending machine where she was standing to get a Coke he didn’t want simply so he could check.


3.

She lifted a brow. “I didn’t realize that many people got concealed carry licenses.”

“A couple hundred people take the course every month. What made you decide to get your permit? Someone hasn’t made you feel threatened, have they?” He grimaced. Why not just add “little lady,” while he was at it? “Sorry. Occupational hazard of being a cop. You have every right to tell me to pound sand.”

She laughed. “There's no particular reason, but Houston is a lot bigger than it was when I lived here before. I just want to be able to carry if I feel the need.”

Smart move. “It can be a scary place out there sometimes.”

“Yes, it can.” Trista casually looked him up and down, her gaze lingering on his crotch for a moment before their eyes met. “And there's nothing like getting your hands on a big weapon to make a girl feel all safe and secure.”

Blake almost choked on his soda. Damn. Guess that answered his earlier question about whether she was coming onto him or not. And with a blatant invitation, he’d be
an idiot not to flirt right back.


4.

While that made the boring part of the class a whole hell of a lot less boring — at least for him — it was also a kind of sweet torture. Especially when she did little things that drove him crazy. Like nibble on the top of her pen. Or cross her long legs. And when she leaned forward giving him a glimpse of her perfect cleavage? It was enough to make him groan.


5.

She'd been drooling over the hunky Blake Jordan from the second he'd walked in the classroom. Tall with dark hair, broad shoulders and biceps she couldn’t get both of her hands around, he was definitely put together. And when he talked? She'd never heard such a smooth, sexy voice in her life. It just about made her panties melt off right there in the seat. He was a fantasy come to life. Especially if you had a thing for cops—which she did. Combine that with her complete lack of a social life over the past few months, and it was no surprise she was as hot as a horny rabbit in a frying pan.


6.

She’d never realized how hard it was to look completely incompetent when you weren't, and had almost given up on her crazy plan a few times. It had to be easier to grab Blake and plant a kiss on him after he issued her license, then tell the big stud she wanted him to bang her until her eyes crossed.


7.

Her pulse quickened as Blake went around to stand in back of her. Without a word, he placed his boot in between her feet, gently nudging them apart. When she automatically spread her legs, he slipped one of his between her thighs to widen her stance. When she'd said she wanted Blake between her legs, this wasn't what she'd had in mind. Not that she was complaining. She’d take him any way she could get him.


8.

Unable to help herself, she pushed her ass back until she brushed against something firm and unyielding. She was pretty sure it wasn't his belt buckle.

“Relax your arms some,” he instructed. “Your shoulders are really tense.”

She obeyed, wiggling back a little more as she let her arms relax. This time, her ass definitely met with resistance. If that was his cock she was rubbing up against and not a weapon of another sort, then Blake wasn't quite as professional as he wanted her to think. Or at least a certain part of his anatomy wasn't.


9.

Trista relaxed back, subtly rubbing her ass against his erection. Blake didn’t pull away. If anything, he tugged her a little closer. He was trying to seduce her.

Hot damn.


10.

When she leaned back against him this time, she gently rotated her ass in blatant invitation. Blake must have approved because he slid his hands down her bare arms until his fingertips brushed the sides of her breasts.

The contact was teasing, questioning, as if he wanted to make sure this was what she wanted.

Man, this was so what she wanted.


11.

As he did that devastating neck-nibble thing again, he popped the clasp on the front of her bra. Oh yeah, she loved a man who could multi-task. She put a round in the dirt a foot in front of the target just as Blake eagerly pushed the cups of her bra aside and captured her breasts. His thumbs and forefingers immediately found her nipples and tweaked them.

Trista moaned. God, that felt so good.

She wanted to say the hell with target practice and strip off her shirt and bra so he could latch his mouth on her aching breasts, but she still had three bullets left. Blake wouldn't let her get away with not shooting all of them.


12.

She smiled to herself as he dropped his right hand down to join his left at her belt and ripped open the buttons on her jeans.

The slider of her 9mm locked to the rear as she put her last round through the center of the target. Despite being nearly insane with need, she still possessed enough sense to carefully place the empty weapon back on the counter. She immediately tried to turn around in Blake's embrace so she could rip off his uniform, but her hot cop was having none of that. He grabbed hold of the front of her jeans to keep her still, then slid his hand inside her panties. She whimpered as his finger slid along the wet folds of her pussy. The muted sound reminded her that she still had her earmuffs on—Blake had already taken off his, though when he’d done it, she had no idea. She reached up to tear off her muffs and toss them on the floor.

Blake used his free hand to push her jeans over her hips. She would have helped, but his finger moving in and out of her wetness made that impossible. She had to cling to the counter with both hands to keep from falling to her knees.


13.

Giving him a grin, Trista hopped off the counter and ran over to her purse. It took a bit longer to find her emergency condom than she would have liked, and she was this close to dumping everything on the floor when her fingers finally closed over the foil packet. Holding it up like a present, she slowly sauntered back over to where Blake was waiting. She started to step over the pile of clothes on the floor, only to stop as a flash of silver caught her attention. Unable to resist, she bent down and helped herself to the pair of handcuffs from the leather pouch on his equipment belt.

She got to her feet, a condom in one hand and his cuffs dangling from the fingers of the other. “Think you can figure out how to use these?”

His mouth quirked. “I'm a trained law enforcement professional. What do you think?”

She smiled. “I think I can’t wait to be your prisoner.”


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Wednesday, August 15, 2012

New Release! Hot Cop Romance! HANDS-ON TRAINING - Book Five of the Badge Bunnies Series!

I'm so excited to announce that HANDS-ON TRAINING, the fifth book in my Badge Bunnies Series is now available!

Happy Reading!






This hot cop is only too happy to give her private lessons!

Texas State Trooper Blake Jordan can't afford to get distracted on the job, but he can't take his eyes off the beautiful woman in his concealed carry handgun class. With soft feminine curves and eyes he just about gets lost in, Trista Durant is enough to make him forget his own name.

Trista's been drooling over Blake since the moment he walked in the classroom. His broad shoulders, big biceps and sexy voice are enough to almost melt off her panties.

When the hot cop acts completely professional despite the sultry smiles she sends his way, she realizes she's going to have to give up on getting him in her bed, or do something drastic to make it happen —like failing the hands-on portion of the class so she can get some time alone with him. Blake is only too happy to give Trista private lessons, and soon shows her what real hands-on training is all about.

Who knew shooting a gun could be so much fun? Give a whole new meaning to the term keep your weapon pointed in a safe direction at all times.



Excerpt:

“You seemed comfortable handling the weapon when it was unloaded. It wasn't until you got on the line with a loaded weapon that you started having a problem, so I think we should start there.”

Trista groaned inwardly. The possibility of romance was dropping by the second here. Blake seriously thought she wanted a firearms lesson.

She picked up her pistol. “Should I just start shooting at the target?”

“Let's work on your stance first and get you comfortable with the weapon. Then we'll do some shooting.”

Trista turned to face the target—feet together, pistol held in both hands with arms fully extended at shoulder height. “Like this?”

“Not quite.” Blake lifted his hand, then stopped. “Do you mind if I touch you? It's easier to show you than to tell you.”

Now you're talking.

“Go ahead.” She had to fight to keep the grin off her face. “If you think it will help.”

Her pulse quickened as Blake went around to stand in back of her. Without a word, he placed his boot in between her feet, gently nudging them apart. When she automatically spread her legs, he slipped one of his between her thighs to widen her stance. When she'd said she wanted Blake between her legs, this wasn't what she'd had
in mind. Not that she was complaining. She’d take him any way she could get him.

He wrapped his arms around her and clasped her hands in his. He was so big and strong she couldn’t help but feel tiny in his embrace, and it was all she could do not to moan as the hard planes of his chest pressed against her back. She knew he was only demonstrating the proper stance to help her shoot better, but at the moment, all she really cared about was how the contours of his body fit hers.

“See how much more stable you are in this position?” Blake’s voice was right next to her ear. “Wider is always better.”

She couldn't agree more. “I see that now.”

Unable to help herself, she pushed her ass back until she brushed against something firm and unyielding. She was pretty sure it wasn't his belt buckle.

“Relax your arms some,” he instructed. “Your shoulders are really tense.”

She obeyed, wiggling back a little more as she let her arms relax. This time, her ass definitely met with resistance. If that was his cock she was rubbing up against and not a weapon of another sort, then Blake wasn't quite as professional as he wanted her to think. Or at least a certain part of his anatomy wasn't.

“I know you won't be able to think about breathing in a crisis situation. But right now, let's focus on good technique.” His voice was smooth as honey in her ear. “Take a deep breath and hold it.”

She inhaled, letting the air fill her lungs—and expand her breasts quite nicely. From where he stood looking over her shoulder, Blake would have had to be oblivious to miss the view down her blouse as she put on her best heaving-bosom routine.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

He tightened his arms around her, pulling her back against him. Oh, yeah. That was definitely his cock back there. He was getting harder by the second.

“Now, just squeeze your finger gently on the trigger,” he commanded. “It should surprise you when it goes off.”

She slowly pulled the trigger. The hammer fell with a distinct click.

“That was perfect. You didn't flinch at all,” he said. “Let's try it now with the clip loaded.”

Trista almost groaned in disappointment when he moved away from her to load the magazine of her 9mm. She leaned her hip against the counter and watched as he worked. Damn, he had some nice hands. She could just imagine what they’d feel like roaming over her naked body. When he was done, he held out a set of hearing protection— the kind that cut out almost all the sound.

She frowned as she took the earmuffs. “I won't be able to hear your instructions with these on. Shouldn’t we use the foamy things.”

His mouth quirked. “The foam earplugs, you mean? No. The earmuffs muffle the sound better. Don’t worry. I'll be right behind you, guiding you by touch. All you have to do is focus on the target.”

Like she was going to be able to focus on anything with him touching her. That silly paper target positioned halfway down the shooting range was going to be the last thing on her mind.

After he was once again standing behind her, Blake leaned close to her ear for one last set of instructions before she put the muffs in place. “You have a full magazine, but I want you to take your time and try to make every shot perfect.”

She picked up her Lady Smith 9mm and sighted in on the target. Having all that rock-hard muscle pressed up against her was even more distracting than it’d been before, and her hands began to shake. Blake immediately wrapped his arms around her, his hands supporting her wrists—which only made her tremble more. The way the inside of his arms pressed against the sides of her breasts was doing all sorts of delicious things to her body.

Trista relaxed back, subtly rubbing her ass against his erection. Blake didn’t pull away. If anything, he tugged her a little closer. He was trying to seduce her.

Hot damn.

She forced herself to focus enough to actually aim in the general direction of the target and squeezed out a shot. She didn't give a damn where the bullet hit, but she did use the recoil as an excuse to bump her ass back into Blake's hard-on. She took a breath and held it, then pulled the trigger again. When she leaned back against him this time, she gently rotated her ass in blatant invitation. Blake must have approved because he slid his hands down her bare arms until his fingertips brushed the sides of her breasts.

The contact was teasing, questioning, as if he wanted to make sure this was what she wanted.

Man, this was so what she wanted.

Keeping her pistol pointed in a safe direction, she turned her head until their eyes met. The heat in his made her pulse skyrocket. She wanted to say something flirty and suggestive, but she’d have to shout to be heard over the ear protection they wore, and that wouldn’t be very sexy at all. So instead, gaze still locked with his, she slowly and deliberately grazed his scuff-roughened jaw line with her lips. That must have been good enough for Blake. When she turned back to send another 9mm downrange, he slid his hands under her breasts to cup them through her shirt. Needless to say, that round went wide of the target. Hell, she wasn't sure she even hit the wall behind it. She didn’t care. She was just happy he’d finally gotten the message she’d been sending his way.

She took a deep breath, letting her breasts fill Blake's big hands. She thought she might have moaned, but she couldn’t tell over her earmuffs. She doubted her shooting instructor had, either. That was okay. She’d make sure he knew exactly how much she enjoyed what he was doing later.

Behind her, Blake bent to nuzzle her neck. His mouth was warm on her skin, and she tipped her head to the side to give him plenty of room. Steadying the weapon, she squeezed off a lazy shot at the target and hit it dead center. Hmm, nothing like getting her breasts fondled to improve her focus.

She loved a man who knew how to use his mouth, and Blake certainly fell into that category. His lips on her neck were doing crazy things to her body, and she shivered as goose bumps chased over her skin. And when he traced his tongue along the pulse line of her jugular all the way from her collar bone up to her ear? Well, she just about melted. She was on the verge of dropping her Smith and Wesson when a sharp nip of teeth brought her back to reality. She tried to get herself under control, but she couldn't.

She was already drunk from the first little touch.

She let her head fall back, silently begging him for more. And more was exactly what he gave her. Oh God, could a woman have a neckgasm? If his mouth felt that good there, what was it going to feel like on her nipples? Or her pussy? She trembled at the thought.

She was so caught up in what Blake was doing above the collar of her shirt she almost didn’t realize he’d started unbuttoning it until she felt cool air on her skin. Her heart beat faster. He stopped halfway from the bottom to motion toward the target with his chin.

Trista blinked. He wanted her to keep shooting? Was he nuts? She was so blurry-eyed from excitement she was starting to worry about their safety. But he was insistent, nudging her again.

She lifted her 9mm and took a deep breath, doing her best to lock her eyes on the man-shaped silhouette hanging from the cable. The task was made more difficult by the fact that Blake had finished with the buttons on her shirt and had wrapped his hands around her satin-covered breasts. She hadn't thought her shirt had been that thick, but the increase in sensation let her know that was a lie. Her nipples tightened almost painfully against her bra.

Blake gave her a sharp nip on the neck to put her back on task. She lifted her head, took another breath and held it, then squeezed off a shot at the head of the target.

Hmm, another hit. She’d better be careful, or Blake might catch on to her game.


Buy it at Amazon!
http://www.amazon.com/Hands--Training-Badge-Bunnies-ebook/dp/B008WVOY92/ref=sr_1_43?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1344868738&sr=1-43


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http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-handsontrainingthebadgebunniesseries-910402-144.html


To check out the other books in the series, check out the links below!

SEDUCING OFFICER BARLOWE
http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/BooksSeducingOfficerBarlowe.html


TWO COP, A GIRL AND A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS
http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/BooksTwoCopsAGirlAndAPairOfHandcuffs.html



A COP, HIS WIFE AND HER BEST FRIEND
http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/BooksACopHisWifeAndHerBestFriend.html


RIDE-ALONG
http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/BooksRideAlong.html

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Thursday, August 9, 2012

Thursday Thirteen - Urban Dictionary Edition!




Thirteen Definitions from The Urban Dictionary!

1. Prosopobibliophobia - Facebook phobia, or having an aversion to all things Facebook.

2. Nerd-do-Well - A financially successful geek.

3. Olympic Adoption - The act of changing which country you root for in the Olympics. Usually done when your home country's team is terrible.

4. Successorize - Item of clothing or apparel used to make you look or feel more successful.

5. Boner Pants - Pants that use tough fabric (jeans, khakis) and constantly look like said wearer has a boner. Jeans show this the most, especially whilst sitting.

6. Axehole - A person who uses an obscene amount of Axe body spray.

7. Slowest Common Denominator - The first person at the front of a single line of moving traffic.

8. Pintervetion - When an intervention is needed to drag your wife off pintrest.

9. Old.Edu - Something considered antiquated or eliciting nostalgia, but that in relative terms is a quite recent phenomenon; typically dating back no earlier than the year 2000. A variation on the term "old school."

10. Rock Out with My Spock Out - To openly be a fan of any of the Star Trek series and/or films. Also known as a "Trekky".

11. Liketurbate - Liking your own post or comment on Facebook.

12. Going Screensaver - When a coworker spaces out or dozes off in a meeting.

13. Smellucinate - To imagine a smell that isn't actually there, as if to hallucinate.

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Paige


Wednesday, August 8, 2012

My Take on the Kristen Stewart/Robert Pattinson Romance!

I'm want to preface this blog post by saying that I'm a romantic.




That being said, I can't help but think the whole Kristen Stewart/Robert Pattinson romance was (and probably still is) a publicity stunt. I don't know. Maybe when they were filming the first movie, they stood too close together and the media ssumed they were a couple, so the Twilight stars went with it. Or maybe their publicists got together and leaked the info. You know, hinting at an off-screen romance to get pub for the movies. (Which I love, btw!) And now, right before the whole press junket thing, she comes out an admits she cheated on him, and he dumps her. What's next, her announcement that she's going into sex rehab? (Please Don't even get me started on that! Newsflash - everyone's addicted to sex!)

I know my take on their romance sounds cynical coming from a romance writer, but I don't think we can know what's real in Hollywood and what isn't. If you're movie star and people aren't taking about you, then you're a has-been. What better way for young, up-and-coming actors in a blockbuster movie to get pub than a hot off-screen romance?

Wonder if they'll get back together right before the premiere?

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Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Thursday Thirteen - Gold Medals Michael Phelps Has Won!




Thirteen Olympic Gold Medals Michael Phelps Has Won!

1. 100 m Butterfly - 2004
2. 200 m Butterfly - 2004
3. 200 m Individual Medley - 2004
4. 400 m Individual Medley - 2004
5. 4 x 200 m Freestlye - 2004
6. 4 x 100 m Medley - 2004
7. 100 m Butterfly - 2008
8. 200 m Butterfly - 2008
9. 200 m Freestlyle - 2008
10. 200 m Individual Medley - 2008
11. 400 m Individual Ledley - 2008
12. 4 x 200 Freestlye Relay - 2008
13. 4 x 200 m Relay - 2012


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Paige


Wednesday, August 1, 2012

4 Hearts for MORE THAN A COWBOY!

So excited! My hot cowboy menage two-book set MORE THAN A COWBOY got 4 Hearts from Another Look Book Reviews!





KARLEIGH'S COWBOYS

Fitting the story is called Karleigh's Cowboys.

Karleigh is on vacation and she has been so busy working in her New York life that when the chance to just let loose and experience some wild sexual encounters comes up, she just goes for it. I loved that her decision was guilt free and she just let herself do it. Her thoughts were not heavy nor did they bog down the story. Instead the author, Paige Tyler wrote Karleigh to unabashedly take on Holden one night and then Mav the next. Why not? All consenting adults right.

I loved what Holden and Mav's reaction was on the third night after discovering what Karleigh had done. As reader, I just went with their lustful reactions and a super hot threesome ensues. In fact, the confrontation was so hot that it moved my rating of a 3 (Liked) up to a 4 (Really Good).


AND THE RANCH HAND MAKES THREE

Wow the second half of "More Than a Cowboy" was even hotter than the first half. And The Ranch Hand Makes Three dabbles in a little of each of the erotic genres. There is voyeurism, bondage, spankings, orals, threesomes and a whole lot more. Clint and his wife, Heather have some serious kink fetishes and their new ranch hand, Blaine was very happy to oblige.

I liked that Paige Tyler wrote that the hunky Blaine was all new to this sort of kink. Although he was not virginal by any means, I did like that he had never spanked before nor had he participated in a threesome with a married couple before. The initial offer made to him by Heather, made him have to think about it for few days. The delay helped with the climatic group finale. (Which was extremely hot). More Than a Cowboy was really good book with two really great stories so it is a perfect fitting for my 4 heart rating. I am going to have to look up what other erotic stories Paige Tyler has put out.


Read the Review Here!
http://anotherlookbookreviews.blogspot.ca/2012/06/more-than-cowboy-by-paige-tyler.html


Read an Excerpt from MORE THAN A COWBOY here!
http://www.paigetylertheauthor.com/BooksMoreThanACowboy.html


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