Monday, December 31, 2012

Winner of The Naughty New Year Blog Hop!

Congratulations to Maria D!

Thank you to everyone for entering, and for the compliments!

Happy New Year!

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Friday, December 28, 2012

Naughty New Year Blog Hop!

There's a blog hop this weekend, and 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!

I don't make New Year's resolutions, but the Tatum Webber, the heroine in my book THE TROUBLE WITH NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS, does.  Thing is, she can never stick to them.  So, when she makes up her list this time, her husband Jarrett suggests he give her a spanking every time she slips up.  Tatum readily agrees.  It's not like she's going to mess up.  And even if she does, he's not really going to spank her, right?





Sticking to her list of New Year’s resolutions had always been easier said than done for Tatum Webber. So, when her husband, Jarrett, suggests that he give her a spanking every time she slips up, she readily agrees. It might be just the incentive she needs. Besides, she’s sure he wouldn’t really spank her.

But it turns out that Jarrett is completely serious about spanking her. And when Tatum’s best friend keeps ratting her out every time she slips up, she finds herself getting spanked on a regular basis.

The only thing that’s more surprising than Jarrett's spankings is how much Tatum enjoys them.




Excerpt:

Jarrett pointedly checked his watch.  “I was at the gym,” he said, folding his arms across his chest. “Where were you?”
 
Relieved that her husband didn’t sound angry, Tatum set her purse and gym bag down on the low bench along the wall before answering. “I’m sorry. I know I was supposed to meet you there at six-thirty, but I got held up.”
 
Jarrett nodded, his blue eyes regarding her with interest. “At work?”
 
She busied herself with the mail that was sitting on the counter so she wouldn’t have to look at him. “Kind of,” she said noncommittally.
 
“Uh-huh,” he said. “And then you decided to stop by the mall to do some shopping on your way to the gym, I guess.”
 
Tatum’s head jerked up in surprise. “How did you know I went to the mall?”
 
“When you didn’t show at the gym, I got concerned. I tried your cell phone, and when I couldn’t reach you, I called your office. They told me that you’d already left, so I called Jennifer to see if she knew where you were, and she said you went shopping with her. Which means that you broke one of your New Year’s resolutions, didn’t you?”
 
She folded her arms. “No, I didn’t. I went to the mall, but I didn’t buy anything, so technically, I didn’t break the resolution I made.”
 
He considered that for a moment. “But you did still blow off going to the gym to exercise."
 
“Actually, I did go to the gym.”
 
Jarrett lifted a brow. “And you exercised for the full thirty minutes?”
 
“Wh-what?” she stammered.
 
He gestured to the list of resolutions that she’d hung up on the refrigerator with a magnet. “You said that you were going to exercise at least thirty minutes a day, three times a week,” he reminded her.
 
She chewed on her lower lip. “I...um...didn’t check my watch."
 
“Which is your way of saying that you didn’t exercise for the full thirty minutes,” Jarrett concluded.
 
Tatum sighed in exasperation. “Okay. I did ten minutes on the treadmill, and then I came home. I’ll make up for it next time.”
 
Jarrett shrugged. “Regardless of the fact that you blew me off, you still broke your resolution. Which means that I’m going to have to give you a spanking.”
 
She blinked. “A what?”
 
“A spanking,” he repeated. “We did agree that was what I would do if you slipped up and broke your resolutions, didn’t we?”
 
“Well, yeah. But that was because I didn’t think you were really going to do it.”
 
His mouth quirked. “Unlike you, babe, when I say I’m going to do something, I actually follow through on it.”
 
Tatum stared at her husband in disbelief. Jarrett couldn’t really intend to spank her, could he? But he took her hand and was already leading her over to the kitchen table.
 
“Honey...” she began, trying to hang back.
 
He turned to face her. “You did say that you wanted me to help you keep your New Year’s resolutions, didn’t you?”
 
“Yes, but...” she hesitated.
 
“Tatum, if you expect to stick to your resolutions, then you have to be held accountable for those times that you don’t. It will never work if you aren’t. Tonight, you decided to not only go to the mall instead of meeting me at the gym like you were supposed to, but you didn’t exercise for the full thirty minutes once you got there. I’d say that you’ve earned yourself this spanking.”
 
Tatum chewed on her lower lip. Was he right? Was the reason she’d never been able to stick to her New Year’s resolutions because she’d never been held accountable for them? Perhaps a few smacks on the ass were just what she needed. Besides, she was sure her husband wouldn’t spank her that hard.
 
“Okay, you’re right,” she said, giving him a sheepish look.
 
Jarrett lifted a brow, probably at how easily she’d given in. But he made no comment. Instead, he pulled out one of the straight-backed chairs from the table and sat down.
 
Tatum went over his knee meekly, though her cheeks colored when she thought of the picture she must be making with her head hanging down and her bottom up in the air.


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Thursday, December 27, 2012

Thursday Thirteen - Excerpts from RIDE 'EM HARD!



Thirteen Sexy Excerpts from RIDE 'EM HARD!
 
1.
 
Britt introduced Shawna to the men, who subtly—as subtle as men could be, at least—eyed her and Shawna with interest. Britt could tell they were wondering if she was totally back in the saddle and looking to end up in one of their beds. She wasn't ashamed to admit she was known to bag herself a hot rodeo stud now and then, especially after a good night of riding. The fact that she had a friend with her simply upped the chances of both men getting laid.
 
But Britt wasn't looking to get lucky tonight. She rarely got a chance to spend any time with Shawna, and she wasn't going to waste it. Eventually, the guys figured out she wasn't game and headed on down the trail with a wave and a tip of their hats.
 
 
2.
 
“Forgive me for forgetting my manners. Shawna, this is Clay Winters. Remember, the bull rider I mentioned to you? Clay, this is Shawna Barton, my best friend.”
 
Shawna’s eyes went wide as recognition dawned on her. “Clay…?” She stuck out her hand, her face coloring. “The bull rider. Of course! It’s nice to meet you in person.”
 
As she shook his hand, her eyes dropped to that place right below his belt buckle. Britt’s lips twitched. Shawna, you naughty girl. Clay was trying his best to ignore the fact that Shawna's eyes were locked on the bulge in his jeans, but the damn girl was making it difficult. She wasn't simply looking, she was flat out staring.
 
 
3.
 
Shawna had almost fainted when Britt introduced the gorgeous man who’d stopped them on the way out of the restaurant as Clay Winters. The very same Clay Winters Britt had told her about only minutes earlier. The one with a cock as thick as her forearm and a tongue that apparently had no “off” button.
 
 
 
4.
 
“How are we going to find a place to sit?” Shawna yelled over the music.
 
“We didn't come here to sit down,” Clay shouted back. “Come on.”
 
Giving her a grin, he dragged her and Britt onto the dance floor, found a semi-clear space and started dancing to the loud country-rock beat. She laughed as Clay gave her an ab roll that looked better suited to a Chippendale Dancer than a bull rider. She could just imagine him in a pair of jeans and cowboy boots, chest bare and muscles rippling.
 
“Woohoo!” Britt laughed.
 
She turned her ass to Clay, matching his rolling motion. Shawna stood there unmoving, her mouth open. Damn, her friend had some serious hip flexibility. Riding horses for a living must do that.
 
Clay grabbed Shawna’s hand, pulling her tight against his crotch, steering her hips exactly where he wanted them to go. “You ain't here to watch, girl.”
 
 
 
5.
 
His kiss was as amazing as the rest of him, and as her toes curled in her boots, she suddenly hoped Britt would take lots of time in the ladies’ room. Or that she’d forgive her if she came out right now and saw Shawna locking lips with her man.
 
 
 
6.
 
“You're good at moving with two women in your arms,” Shawna said breathlessly.
 
He chuckled and spun them around again. “Woman, you have no idea.”
 
The comment went completely over Shawna's head, but Britt picked up on it. She raised an eyebrow at him, but he only laughed again, pulling them both in close and letting his hands cup their asses as the music slowed down to a sweet country ballad.
 
Clay had big hands to go with those other big parts of his.
 
Britt didn't have time to think too much about Clay's comment. Slow dancing with two people at once took a lot more concentration then two-stepping did—who knew?
 
Or maybe the way Clay’s hand moved over her ass was simply wreaking havoc on her ability to focus. That must be it. Because slow dancing as a threesome mostly involved moving and grinding against each other more than it did any actual footwork.
 
 
 
7.
 
Until tonight, Britt had never felt even the slightest inclination toward exhibitionism. She might kiss a guy in a crowded bar, maybe even take part in a little hand groping under the table. But only because it was likely no one was paying attention, and she'd never thought about it one way or another.
 
She was sure as hell thinking about it now. Shawna had been inches away from her while Britt kissed Clay. Her best friend had probably been able to see every exquisite detail as his lips had moved over her lips, as his tongue had moved in and out of her mouth.
 
The thought made her pussy purr between her legs.
 
 
 
8.
 
Shawna’s pulse quickened as she sat back between Clay and Britt. It was hard to believe that in a few minutes, they’d all be getting naked with each other. From the moment Clay had kissed both of them in front of the other, she’d known this night was going to get hot and steamy. That being said, though, she'd never in her wildest dreams imagined it would culminate in a threesome with her best friend. Then again, if she was going to do something this crazy, who better to do it with than Britt?
 
 
 
9.
 
She tilted her head to the left just as Clay's mouth came down on hers. The touch was electric, just as it had been before, and she closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation. His tongue tasted like the perfect man-flavored dessert and she groaned as she tangled her own around it.
 
Clay threaded one hand in her long hair, then slid the other down her back to cup her ass and pull her firmly against him. Her breath hitched at the rush she got from being this physically possessed. Damn, she needed to hang out with rodeo riders more often. They really knew how to handle a woman. At least this one did.
 
 
 
10.
 
She expected him to bend his head and gently take a nipple in his lips, but apparently that wasn't Clay's style.
 
Instead, he took her shoulders firmly in his hands and backed her up until she was pressed against the wall. Then he captured both her wrists in one of his big hands and pinned them above her head.
 
Okay, that was…different. But definitely arousing.
 
 
 
11.
 
Craving more, she breathed deep and let her fingers trail up to his rounded deltoids, across to the sinewy trap muscles at the junction of his neck and shoulders, then back down the center of his chest to his abs. His stomach jumped a bit as she traced little patterns along the lines of his six-pack. She quickly found herself developing a special fondness for the happy trail of fine hairs that disappeared down into his beltline.
 
She was toying with the idea of following that trail to see where it led when the silence in the room caught her attention. She looked up and found both Clay and Britt watching her with amused expressions on their faces.
 
She felt her face flush and she instinctively jerked her hands away. “I'm sorry…”
 
Clay reached out and captured her hands, pulling them back to where they’d been before. “No apologies tonight, Shawna. You didn't see me complaining, did you?”
 
She would have said something, would have explained that she hadn't meant to zone out like that, but Clay chose that moment to move one of her hands down toward his belt. He didn’t stop until the tips of her fingers were tucked securely in his jeans.
 
Her eyes unconsciously moved to lock on Britt's, wondering if her friend would mind her taking such a leading role in their game. But her friend only smiled and moved around behind Clay, wrapping her arms around his waist.
 
“Time to stop thinking so much, Shawna, and just have fun,” she said. “If you feel like letting your fingers roam around for a while, do it."
 
 
As if to demonstrate, Britt slid her hands down Clay’s abs to loosen his belt, then slowly unbutton his 501s, giving Shawna all the room to explore she could have asked for.
 
 
 
12.
 
Britt was lying beside her so close they were almost touching. Her friend's gaze was locked on the scene between Shawna's legs, clearly transfixed by the hunky Clay casually lapping at her pussy. Britt's dark eyes were glazed with the same lust Shawna was sure must be in her own.
 
Shawna looked from Britt to Clay, then back to Britt again. Britt’s fingers were on her clit, making little circles. Shawna had never watched a woman play with herself—it was far sexier than she would have imagined.
 
 
13.
 
Shawna’s face was only inches from Britt’s now, and she seriously got off on gazing into her friend's eyes as they worked to get Clay rock hard. Their lips were so close that in some ways, it seemed like they were kissing each other. Kinky, but fun to think about.
 
 

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Wednesday, December 26, 2012

New Print Books!

Two of my books are now available in print - CINDRA'S BOUNTY HUNTER and HOT OFF THE RED CARPET!


Cindra Mallory strikes a bargain with sexy bounty hunter Bladen Sloan — in exchange for ten mind-blowing sexual encounters, he’ll track down the man who killed her father. But it’s hard to concentrate on the hunt when every touch from Bladen drives Cindra to new heights of daring and pleasure.

As they travel from planet to planet visiting sex clubs and raves, Bladen finds himself addicted to the fearless, sexual Cindra. Whether she’s begging him to spank her or seducing him in front of a roomful of people, the woman knows what she wants—and Bladen is determined to fulfill all her needs.


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Addison Mattingly has spent her life living in her twin sister’s shadow, so when her sister blows off a chance to be actor Trevor Braden’s personal assistant, Addison decides it’s time to step into the spotlight.

Pretending to be her twin, Addison goes to LA to take the job. Trevor is even hunkier and more gorgeous in person than he is on film, and it’s all Addison can do not to give into her inner fan girl.

That fascination makes a difficult job even harder, and soon she’s making one mistake after another. That’s when Addison learns Trevor has a unique way of getting her to focus on her job—he puts her over his knee and spanks her.


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Wednesday, December 19, 2012

New Release! RIDE 'EM HARD - Book Three in The Buckle Bunnies Series! Hot Cowboy Menage!

I'm so excited to announce that RIDE 'EM HARD, the third book in The Buckle Bunnies Series is out!

Like the other books in the series, this story is a hot cowboy menage, only this time it's about two women sharing a hunky bull rider by the name of Clay Winters.  One of the women is a barrel racer named Britt Miles.  If you read the first book in the series, RIDE OF HER LIFE, then you'll probably remember Britt as Daisy's wild and crazy friend who hooked up with Clay at the Rodeo Finals in Vegas. They were both a little worse for wear after their respective competitions, so when Clay runs into Britt again in Austin, he's eager for a re-ride. Thing is, Britt's out for a girls' night on the town with Shawna Barton, her best friend whom she hasn't seen in ages, and she isn't about to ditch her. That's not a problem for Clay, who's only too happy to show both of them a good time. While Britt and Shawna are both game for a sexy threesome, neither of them expect to the night to go where it does!


RIDE 'EM HARD

This night is going to change the meaning of best friends forever!

When Shawna Barton's best friend and barrel racer Britt Miles comes to town, she can't wait to have a girls' night out. The two haven't seen each other in years and the usually shy, reserved Shawna loves hearing about her friend's exploits, especially her most recent sexual encounter with handsome bull rider Clay Winters.

Things take a sexy turn after they run into the man himself a little while later. When he asks them to go dancing, the two women can't refuse and before Shawna knows it, she forgets about her inhibitions and is out there bumping and grinding on the floor with Britt and Clay.

The night gets even more interesting when Clay suggests they take their little threesome back to his place for the kind of ride only a cowboy knows how to give a girl - or in this case, two of them!


Excerpt:

Kissing Clay just moments after his mouth had been on Britt’s allowed Shawna to pick up a decidedly feminine flavor that could only belong to her best friend. She was tasting Britt's kiss. It was kinky, not to mention arousing. But not in that I-want-to-have-sex-with-my-best-girlfriend kind of way. It was simply exciting to know that she and Britt were sharing something so completely personal—a man.

That perfectly wicked thought pushed any remaining nerves she might have out of the way. She and Britt were going to have sex with Clay—and it was going to be amazing.

Shawna deepened the kiss, moving her mouth all over Clay's and sucking on his tongue. He tasted better than Belgian chocolate.
Abruptly remembering she was supposed to be sharing, Shawna pulled away and used a finger on Clay's chin to turn him back toward Britt. Her friend didn't hesitate to claim the handsome bull rider’s mouth in a scorching kiss, and Shawna was once again gifted with the opportunity of watching two people put on a seriously sexy show.

Had she and Clay looked that hot when they kissed?

Shawna shifted a little to give Britt more room, pressing herself against Clay's left hip while Britt occupied his right. She placed one hand on Clay’s muscular shoulder and the other on Britt's back so that the three of them were in a tight, comfy triangle of intimacy.

Britt passed Clay off to her with a throaty laugh. “Is it just me, or is it getting warm in here?”

Clay gave Shawna's lips a quick nibble before answering. “If you're that warm, maybe you should do something about it.”

Britt gave Shawna a smile that was part daring, part questioning. Her hands drifted to the buttons of her western shirt. “Maybe I should. What do you think, Shawna?”

Shawna knew that was her friend’s way of asking if she still wanted to go through with this. She returned Britt’s smile. “I definitely think you should. I think I should, too.”

Britt’s smile broadened. “Yippie ki yay, girlfriend.”

Shawna stepped back, undoing the buttons on her shirt while Britt did the same to her own. Clay’s gaze swept back and forth between them like a predator eyeing his prey. Shawna almost laughed at the hungry expression on his face—the poor guy didn't know where to look.
Shawna untucked her shirt from her jeans and finished with the buttons, then gave Britt a few seconds to catch up. She wanted to see Clay's reaction when they both pulled their shirts off at the same time.

Britt finished undoing her buttons, but held her shirt closed as she quirked a smile in Clay’s direction. “You sure you don't mind if we get comfortable, do you?”

He made a sound that was half laugh, half groan. “Feel free.”

Shawna noticed his voice was a little tight. A quick glance at his crotch told her that wasn't the only thing strained. They were going to have to get those jeans off him soon or he'd start losing blood flow to his lower extremities.

Britt flashed her a big smile, and nodded slightly. As if they were synchronized strippers, she and Britt slid their shirts off their shoulders and let them drop to the floor.

And wouldn't you know it—they’d both worn the same pink, lacy bra. Clay definitely noticed.

“You two sure you didn't plan this?”

Britt laughed. “No, we didn't plan this. You're just one lucky cowboy, I guess.”

“Damn right about that.”

With a growl, he slowly moved a hand up each of their sides to trace his fingers around the cups of their bras. Even though he wasn't close to Shawna’s nipples, they stiffened, poking against the silky material of her bra. Clay shifted his hand, making little circles over the fabric-covered nipple with his thumb. She moaned, unable to help herself.

Britt laughed softly. “Looks like Shawna has some sensitive nipples—make sure you remember that, Clay.”

“Oh, I'll remember. Don't worry.” He applied a little more pressure with his thumb, eliciting another moan, deeper this time. “I wonder how much louder she'll moan when I suckle on them?”

“Why don't we find out,” Britt suggested.

Shawna's eyes popped open as she felt fingers working the clasp of her bra behind her back. How had Clay gotten his hand back there when he didn’t even seem to be reaching around her? As her bra slipped off her shoulders, she realized it was Britt who’d unsnapped the clasp.
Shawna resisted the urge to give into her shyness and cover her breasts as her bra fell away. Her nipples tightened almost painfully as Clay and Britt gazed at her. The appreciation in their eyes made her pussy gush with desire. She almost blushed at the thought of what they’d say when they pulled off her panties and discovered how wet she was.

Clay cupped her breasts, his thumbs and forefingers coming up to tweak her nipples. “You have beautiful breasts, Shawna.”

“Mmm,” she breathed. She probably should have thanked him, but it was difficult to talk with him doing what he was doing.

He squeezed a little harder and she gasped out loud. Clay chuckled. “Definitely sensitive. I'd love to suck on these beautiful nipples right now—you okay with that?”

Why the heck wouldn't she be? Shawna opened her mouth to say yes when she suddenly remembered Britt. She looked at her friend, hoping Britt wouldn’t think she was hogging Clay again, but Britt was biting her lip, her attention focused on what Clay was doing. She must have felt Shawna's eyes on her because she looked up quickly. Her face colored when she realized Shawna had caught her watching.

“Do you mind if Clay sucks on my nipples?” Britt had been letting her have most of the bull rider’s attention since it was her first time with him. She didn't want to take advantage of her best friend's hospitality. Shawna smiled. “I promise not to tire out his mouth too much.”

Britt laughed. “I happen to know for a fact that Clay's mouth can go all night, so have at it.”

Shawna turned back to Clay. “I guess you have your answer, cowboy. Do your best.”

She expected him to bend his head and gently take a nipple in his lips, but apparently that wasn't Clay's style.

Instead, he took her shoulders firmly in his hands and backed her up until she was pressed against the wall. Then he captured both her wrists in one of his big hands and pinned them above her head.

Okay, that was…different. But definitely arousing.

Giving her a lazy smile, Clay slowly cupped her breast, lifting it up as he leaned forward to wrap his lips around the very tip of her nipple.

“Oh, God,” she breathed.

Britt had been right—Clay's mouth was divine.

As he suckled forcefully on her achingly stiff nipple, nipping with his teeth and laving with his tongue, she writhed uncontrollably. Now she knew why Clay had pinned her hands to the wall—to keep her from getting away. Not that she wanted to get away, of course.

Clay released that nipple and moved smoothly to her other breast, giving equal attention to that one as his hand continued to sweetly torture the now very sensitized tip of the breast he’d just teased.
Britt came over to lean against the wall beside her, watching with obvious interest as Clay ravaged her nipples and breasts. She leaned close to Shawna's ear.

“Was I right?” she whispered. “That mouth of his is pure magic, isn't it?”

“Mm-hmm.” She cooed as Clay flicked the tip of her nipple with his tongue, then drew it into his mouth again. “I could let him do this all night.”

Clay held her pinned to the wall for so long while he suckled first one breast, then the other, that Shawna thought he might do just that. The hands holding her wrists weren't just controlling her now—they were holding her up. Her knees had turned to Jello.

By the time Clay finally lifted his head to look at her with those sinfully sexy, dark eyes of his, he had to slip an arm around her to help her keep her feet. Good heavens, she was panting like she'd just run a race.

Shawna tipped her head back against the wall and regarded him from under her lashes. “That was amazing.”

Clay gave her a wicked grin. “That was just foreplay. Wait til I get you completely naked. Then comes the amazing part.”


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Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Tasty Tuesday Hunk!

Santa wants to know if you've been naughty or nice?!

 
 
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The Winner of The Purrfectly Spectacular Christmas Blog Hop!

The winner of the Purrfectly Spectacular Blog Hop is Lisa!  Congratulations!  As soon as you pick which book you'd like - SEXY SECRET SANTA or SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF - I'll send it right out to you!

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Friday, December 14, 2012

Purrfectly Spectacular Christmas Blog Hop!


Welcome to the Purrfectly Spectacular Blog Hop!

Looking for Some Sexy Christmas Romances?! Well, I have a couple! One is hot and erotic, the other is sweet and sexy! Hope you'll check them out!


SEXY SECRET SANTA

She's going to get exactly what she wants for Christmas!


Hollie Kerr has lusted after hot architectural engineer Dirk Fraser ever since they started working together, so she’s thrilled to discover he’s her Secret Santa at the office Christmas party. What she doesn’t know is that her friend has led him to believe Hollie prefers a good spanking over a boring, old present any day.

Though Hollie is surprised when Dirk put her over his knee, she can’t pass up the opportunity to get spanked by a hunky guy like him. Her upturned bottom isn’t the only thing that gets hot, however, and soon they’re having sex right there in the office. By the time they come up for air, the party has wrapped up, their coworkers have left and the building is locked up tight.

What’s a girl supposed to do when she’s trapped all night in the office with a gorgeous guy? Have sex in all the places she’s ever fantasized about, of course!




Excerpt:

Hollie frowned as a thought abruptly occurred to her. What if the whole I’ll-give-it-to-you-later thing was a stall tactic to hold her off until everyone left the party? Maybe Dirk had forgotten to get her anything at all. She hated to think he was type who would do something like that.

She finished off the last of her cookie, determined to figure out what Dirk was up to. “Okay, I can’t take it anymore,” she said to him. “I want my present now.”

His brow creased. “Seriously?”

“Uh-huh. I think I’ve been patient long enough. I want it now.”

Dirk hesitated, as if debating whether to give in to her demands, but then he finally nodded. “Okay, if you’re sure. But I think I better give it to you in private.”

Setting her half-empty cup of eggnog on the table, he took her hand and led her out of the atrium and down the hallway. His hand was big and strong and warm around hers, and she had to bite her lips to stifle a little moan at the tingle that ran through her at his touch.Hollie opened her mouth to ask where he was taking her when they stepped into the computer drafting and design studio. Since she didn’t work in the architecture side of the business, she didn’t come down to this part of the building often, but she knew Dirk spent a lot his time working in the room and she wondered if he had hidden her present in here. Then again, the studio was the farthest away from the atrium where the festivities were being held back out in the atrium and he had closed the door after they’d come in. Maybe Dirk wanted privacy when he gave her the present. That made her squirm in anticipation. What kind of gift could require this much privacy?

“So, where is it?” she asked.

He let out a soft, sexy chuckle. “Impatient, aren’t you?”

She grinned. “I prefer to think of myself as eager.

Taking her hand in his again, Dirk led her over to one of the drafting tables in the back of the room. But instead of reaching underneath it and coming up with the Christmas present he had promised, he sat down in the chair and began to guide her over his knee.

Hollie looked at him in surprise. “What are you doing?”

He frowned up at her, confusion clear on his face. “Giving you your Christmas present, just like you asked. Are you saying you changed your mind and don’t want it?”

Hollie knew exactly what kind of present she would end up with if she let Dirk drape her over his lap like he obviously intended—a spanking! And while she loved a good spanking as much as the next girl—okay, maybe a little more than the next girl—she was shocked Dirk had thought to give her one. Was her kinky side that obvious? Was the fact that she had a thing for strong, masculine men who knew how to warm her ass written all over her face?

Well, however he knew, she wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like this, not when a guy as hot as Dirk was doing the spanking. Though she did understand now why he wanted to give her his present in private.

She gave him a sexy smile. “I didn’t change my mind. You can go ahead and give me my Christmas present.”

The corner of Dirk’s mouth edged up, but he didn’t say anything, just guided her the rest of the way over his knee. Familiar with being in that position, Hollie put her hands on the floor to help balance herself. As he placed a strong hand on her back to keep her in place, she got the feeling he had done this sort of thing before, too.

Even though she liked getting spanked, Hollie couldn’t keep herself from tensing a little as she waited for the first smack. But Dirk didn’t spank her right away. Instead, he gently caressed her ass through her skirt. She had to stifle a sigh of pleasure. Regardless of the fact that he seemed to know what he was doing, she had expected him to give her a dozen or so smacks on the derriere and be done with it. However, he was obviously going to take his time, which meant she was in for some serious fun.

When he finally brought his hand down on her upturned bottom, she gasped. The smack seemed to echo in the room and she was grateful the rest of their coworkers were making too much noise at the party to hear.

“Was that too hard?” he asked.

She looked over her shoulder at him. “No. You can spank me a little harder, if you want.”

His mouth quirked. “You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?”


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SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF!



Being one of Santa’s elves isn’t all sugar plums and candy canes.

At least not for Sosie. Taller than the other elves, she’s always had a problem fitting in at the North Pole, so when the transport sled she’s on breaks down in New York City on Christmas Eve, she can’t resist slipping away to explore the world of the “big people.” While she’s having fun, the transport sled takes off, leaving the naïve elf stranded.

Fortunately, handsome police detective Derek Clayton comes to her rescue, offering to let her stay at his apartment. Having heard horror stories about the big people, Sosie is both surprised and relieved to meet such a kind, sweet man. Not to mention one so gorgeous and well-built.

Even though Sosie expects the North Pole to send out a search party any day, she finds herself falling for Derek. She desperately wants to tell him she’s an elf, but knows he’ll never believe her. When the lies and omissions start to pile up, Derek can draw only one conclusion—Sosie is working for the mob boss he’s been after for years.

Just when things seem like they can’t get any worse, the chief of elfin security shows up to drag Sosie back to the North Pole. How is a runaway elf supposed to overcome a determined security elf, dangerous mobsters and a suspicious boyfriend all while keeping her pointed ears a secret?



Excerpt:

By the time the party wound down a few hours later, Sosie was more aroused from her fantasies than she’d ever been in her life. She was an elf in lust and nothing was going stop her from getting Derek into bed with her tonight. She didn’t care how much of a gentleman he was, there was no way he was sleeping on the couch again. In fact, if she had her way, he wasn’t going to be sleeping at all.

After they got back up to his apartment, however, her confidence faltered. But then she thought of the frustrated night she would assuredly have ahead of her if she didn’t proposition Derek, and how much she would regret it when she left.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him. “I had a great time at the party. It was very nice of you to invite me.”

He grinned. “I’m glad you came. I had a good time, too.”

Sosie nibbled on her lower lip. Okay, it was now or not at all. Time to be a bold elf. She looked up at him. “You know, I feel awful about putting you out of your bed again. I was thinking maybe you might want to sleep with me tonight.”

He studied her in silence, his dark eyes unreadable. Sosie held her breath as she waited for him to say something. What if Tracee and Linda had been wrong? What if Derek wasn’t as “into her” as they’d thought?

“If I share the bed with you, Sosie,” he said softly, “sleeping is the last thing either of us will be doing.”

She gave him what she hoped was a flirtatious look. “Good. Then the mistletoe won’t go to waste.”

His mouth curved into a grin at the tiny sprig of greenery dangling from her fingers. “Mistletoe, huh?”

“I thought I could put it wherever I want you to kiss me.”

He chuckled. “Honey, you don’t need mistletoe for that. I’ve spent the past two hours fantasizing about kissing every inch of you.”

Her pulse skipped a beat. “You have?”

“Uh-huh.”

Cupping her face in his hand, he bent his head to cover her mouth with his. This time, there was no hesitancy in the kiss. This time, his mouth moved over hers with an urgency that left her breathless, and she had to cling to his shoulders to keep from melting as his tongue plunged into her mouth to take possession of hers. It was as if he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. The desire was mutual. She couldn’t get enough of him, either.

With a groan, Derek swung her up in his arms and strode toward the bedroom. She’d never had a guy do something so romantic before—mainly because she was always taller than the elf guys she’d slept with—but she decided it was very hot.

Once beside the bed, Derek set her on the floor, letting her slide slowly and deliciously down his body. Arms still looped around his neck, she pulled him down for another kiss. This time, she was the aggressor, her tongue seeking his and exploring every inch of his tasty mouth.

Derek groaned and ran his hands down her back to firmly cup her ass through the tight jeans she wore. She murmured her appreciation against his mouth as he pulled her more tightly against him. His erection strained against his jeans, pressing into her tummy. Mmm. Well, that answered the question as to whether he was well built everywhere. It felt as if he had a huge candy cane hidden in there.

Suddenly impatient to see how well built, Sosie ran her hands down his chest to the bottom of his shirt and urgently pushed it up. Derek must have thought she needed some help because he reached back and pulled it over his head to toss it on the floor.

She’d thought getting a glimpse of him without a shirt last night had been a treat, but seeing all that sculpted muscle up close was even better. Figgy, he was gorgeous.


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Happy Reading and Merry Christmas!


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Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Looking for a fun, sexy Christmas Romance?!

Looking for a fun, sexy Christmas Romance?  Then check out SANTA'S WAYWARD ELF!

I love writing holiday romances, especially Christmas-themed ones, but when my hubby (who is also my writing partner!) suggested we write a story about one of Santa's Elves, I was like, "You're kidding, right?" Silly of me, actually. I mean, we pulled off a zombie romance in DEAD SEXY, which turned out to be an EPIC Award Finalist, by the way. Hubby still had to do some convincing, but he did it, and as we outlined the story, I completely fell in love with the heroine Sosie, a guileless elf who doesn't fit in up at the North Pole and ends up stranded in NYC on Christmas Eve where she meets and falls head over heels for a hunky cop. I think you'll fall in love with her, too!

Happy Reading!





Being one of Santa’s elves isn’t all sugar plums and candy canes.

At least not for Sosie. Taller than the other elves, she’s always had a problem fitting in at the North Pole, so when the transport sled she’s on breaks down in New York City on Christmas Eve, she can’t resist slipping away to explore the world of the “big people.” While she’s having fun, the transport sled takes off, leaving the naïve elf stranded.

Fortunately, handsome police detective Derek Clayton comes to her rescue, offering to let her stay at his apartment. Having heard horror stories about the big people, Sosie is both surprised and relieved to meet such a kind, sweet man. Not to mention one so gorgeous and well-built.

Even though Sosie expects the North Pole to send out a search party any day, she finds herself falling for Derek. She desperately wants to tell him she’s an elf, but knows he’ll never believe her. When the lies and omissions start to pile up, Derek can draw only one conclusion—Sosie is working for the mob boss he’s been after for years.

Just when things seem like they can’t get any worse, the chief of elfin security shows up to drag Sosie back to the North Pole. How is a runaway elf supposed to overcome a determined security elf, dangerous mobsters and a suspicious boyfriend all while keeping her pointed ears a secret?


Excerpt:

By the time the party wound down a few hours later, Sosie was more aroused from her fantasies than she’d ever been in her life. She was an elf in lust and nothing was going stop her from getting Derek into bed with her tonight. She didn’t care how much of a gentleman he was, there was no way he was sleeping on the couch again. In fact, if she had her way, he wasn’t going to be sleeping at all.

After they got back up to his apartment, however, her confidence faltered. But then she thought of the frustrated night she would assuredly have ahead of her if she didn’t proposition Derek, and how much she would regret it when she left.

Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him. “I had a great time at the party. It was very nice of you to invite me.”

He grinned. “I’m glad you came. I had a good time, too.”

Sosie nibbled on her lower lip. Okay, it was now or not at all. Time to be a bold elf. She looked up at him. “You know, I feel awful about putting you out of your bed again. I was thinking maybe you might want to sleep with me tonight.”

He studied her in silence, his dark eyes unreadable. Sosie held her breath as she waited for him to say something. What if Tracee and Linda had been wrong? What if Derek wasn’t as “into her” as they’d thought?

“If I share the bed with you, Sosie,” he said softly, “sleeping is the last thing either of us will be doing.”

She gave him what she hoped was a flirtatious look. “Good. Then the mistletoe won’t go to waste.”

His mouth curved into a grin at the tiny sprig of greenery dangling from her fingers. “Mistletoe, huh?”

“I thought I could put it wherever I want you to kiss me.”

He chuckled. “Honey, you don’t need mistletoe for that. I’ve spent the past two hours fantasizing about kissing every inch of you.”

Her pulse skipped a beat. “You have?”

“Uh-huh.”

Cupping her face in his hand, he bent his head to cover her mouth with his. This time, there was no hesitancy in the kiss. This time, his mouth moved over hers with an urgency that left her breathless, and she had to cling to his shoulders to keep from melting as his tongue plunged into her mouth to take possession of hers. It was as if he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. The desire was mutual. She couldn’t get enough of him, either.

With a groan, Derek swung her up in his arms and strode toward the bedroom. She’d never had a guy do something so romantic before—mainly because she was always taller than the elf guys she’d slept with—but she decided it was very hot.

Once beside the bed, Derek set her on the floor, letting her slide slowly and deliciously down his body. Arms still looped around his neck, she pulled him down for another kiss. This time, she was the aggressor, her tongue seeking his and exploring every inch of his tasty mouth.

Derek groaned and ran his hands down her back to firmly cup her ass through the tight jeans she wore. She murmured her appreciation against his mouth as he pulled her more tightly against him. His erection strained against his jeans, pressing into her tummy. Mmm. Well, that answered the question as to whether he was well built everywhere. It felt as if he had a huge candy cane hidden in there.

Suddenly impatient to see how well built, Sosie ran her hands down his chest to the bottom of his shirt and urgently pushed it up. Derek must have thought she needed some help because he reached back and pulled it over his head to toss it on the floor.

She’d thought getting a glimpse of him without a shirt last night had been a treat, but seeing all that sculpted muscle up close was even better. Figgy, he was gorgeous.


5 Hearts from Sizzling Hot Books!

"Sosie is an elf that has never really fit in at the North Pole, so she decides to try the South Pole. But, when the sled she is on has trouble, she is enchanted by the city lights, the BP world (Big People) and wanders away. Needless to say, the sled takes off without her and she is stranded in the city. Sosie is a charming character. She knows only what has been shown on the local North Pole news about the big world and so while a little bit knowledgeable, her innocence and naivety are absolutely charming and funny.

Derek is a detective with the NYPD and when he finds Sosie, he can’t just let her venture about on her own. Taking her home may have been the best decision he’s ever made or it may turn out to be the worst when things start to fall apart. Derek is definitely an alpha male, but a gentleman with a heart of gold who likes to help women in trouble.

I have to admit that I read Santa’s Wayward Elf in one sitting - I couldn’t walk away from Sosie. This is one of the most unique, sweet and yet still sensual holiday stories I have read in a long time. There wasn’t a slow point to be found in Santa’s Wayward Elf as Paige Tyler weaves for us remarkable characters within a fairytale life that really embraces the Christmas spirit and spreads it to everyone that touches the pages!"


5 Jumbo Mugs of Eggnog from Penelope's Romance Reviews!

"This is an adorable, well-written holiday romance. One of Santa's elves gets lost in the Big Apple and has an unexpected adventure with a hot cop. Tyler did a great job with this story. It's a fun twist on the legend of Santa Claus and the North Pole, with a romantic suspense plot-line. The characters were wonderful, the sex was hot, and the ending was sweet. I will definitely be reading more books by Paige Tyler!"



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Monday, December 10, 2012

The Winner of The Merry Menage Blog Hop!

The winner of the Merry Menage Blog Hop is Crystal Trent Dotson!  Congratulations!  If you'll email me with your email address and what format you'd like, I'll send your ebook right out to you!

Thank you so much to everyone who entered, and for all the compliments!

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Thursday, December 6, 2012