Friday, April 25, 2014

Saturday Spankings - AND THE RANCH HAND MAKES THREE!

Here are eight sentences from my bestselling cowboy menage AND THE RANCH HAND MAKES THREE, the sequel to my bestselling KARELIGH'S COWBOYS! When I first wrote KARLEIGH'S COWBOYS, I hadn't intended to do a sequel, but it was so popular and so many readers were interested in knowing more about Karleigh's best friend Heather that I couldn't resist. So, I came up with a story for Heather and her husband Clint, and their new ranch hand Blaine. It's hot, it's kinky and it's super sexy! Hope you like it!

Happy Reading!



Clint glanced at Blaine, then jerked his head at the remaining spanking implements on the wall. “Take your pick.”

Blaine’s eyes locked with Heather’s for a moment before he walked over to browse the selection. He spent a long time considering the paddles, even taking a few of the wood ones off their hooks to smack them experimentally against his hand, but in the end, he decided on a strap. Two inches wide and made of supple leather, it was one of her favorite things to get spanked with.

Clint crossed the room to stand beside her, where he flicked the slapper at the tip of the crop against his jean-clad leg. Heather blinked up at him expectantly.

“Ready for your spanking, babe?”

She nodded, mumbling around the gag as she presented her ass even higher in the air.




Thanks for participating and visiting Saturday Spankings. Click on the link to check out the other authors on the tour! And if you'd like to read more from AND THE RANCH HAND MAKES THREE I've included an excerpt below, as well as the buy links.


Blurb:

In this sequel to Karleigh’s Cowboys, Heather Collins and her husband Clint hire hunky new ranch hand Blaine Saunders. While he clearly has the qualifications to work on a ranch, Heather and Clint are more interested in how good he is in bed.

Clint gets turned on by watching his wife have sex with other men, and since Heather is more than happy to oblige, she doesn’t waste any time seducing Blaine. She and the new ranch hand go from knocking boots in the barn to putting on a show for her husband before finally engaging in a kinky threesome that involves bondage, spanking and some scorching hot sex for all three of them.


Excerpt:

Blaine showed up promptly at eight that night. Having spent the rest of the afternoon and most of the evening thinking about what she had planned, Heather was already turned on as hell and only barely restrained herself from jumping him the minute Clint let him in. But the anticipation only made what all three of them were about to do that much sexier.

Heather greeted him with a long, slow kiss, then smiled pulled away to smile up at him. “Ready to demonstrate some more of those talents I witnessed today, sugar?”

He grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”

Pulse quickening, she took Blaine’s hand and led him down the hallway, stopping in front of a door at the far end. Clint followed, his dark eyes glinting with excitement. Giving the men a sultry look, she opened the door and led the way down the steps to the part of the house she and Clint affectionately called the “playroom.” The comfortable couch, plasma TV and king-size bed wouldn’t have looked out of place in any finished basement. The spanking implements and bondage gear, on the other hand, most assuredly would. As would the expensive leather saddle sitting on a stand to one side of the room.

Heather turned to see Blaine’s reaction to the sex toys, and found him regarding them with a mix of surprise and intrigue. There was a small smile playing around the corners of his lips, too. As if he was already thinking about which of those toys he’d like to try out. Her pulse quickened.

Unlike last night, Clint was going to participate instead of simply watching, so Heather wasn’t surprised when he took the lead. Coming over to her, he circled behind to wrap his arms around her waist. His erection pressed up against her ass, hard and throbbing inside his jeans, and she felt her pussy spasm in response. Pushing her long hair to one side, he pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck. His free hand found the knot on the sash of her short robe, deftly untying it. She was naked underneath the garment and when it fell open, he ran his hand up her midriff to cup her breast.

On the other side of the room, Blaine devoured them with his eyes as Clint teased her nipple with one hand while cupping her sex with the other. Heather licked her lips, turned on as much from Blaine watching them as she was from Clint touching her.

Her husband brushed her ear with his lips, his breath blowing shivers across her. “Time to mount up, babe.”

At the command, Heather slipped her robe off her shoulders and walked over to the saddle. Putting one foot in the stirrup, she gracefully swung her other leg over the side. But instead of sitting down on the saddle like she would if she were riding a horse, though, she leaned forward so that the upper half of her body was on the seat. The position forced her to arch her back, which put her bare ass up in the air and her pussy on display for the men. It also put her clit in perfect contact with on the cantle, and she couldn’t help grinding against the leather as she made herself comfortable. Then she wrapped her hands around the saddle horn and gave the two men a come-and-get-me look over her shoulder.

Clint walked past her and over to the shelf with the bondage gear. Well, one of the shelves, anyway. She already knew what he was getting, but her heart still beat wildly when she saw him pick up the rubber bit gag. Not only did the horse-style bit go hand-in-hand with the equine theme, but it always got her aroused as hell.

When Clint offered the gag to her, Heather obediently opened her mouth so he could put it between her teeth. A quiver went through her as he buckled the gag behind her neck, and she let out a little whimper. When he was done, he ran his hand down her back and over the curve of her derriere to tease her exposed pussy with his fingers. She lifted her bottom higher, silently begging for more, only to be rewarded with a hard smack on the ass.

Startled, she squealed against the gag.

Her husband chuckled wickedly. “Your pussy will get plenty of attention after Blaine and I tan this gorgeous ass of yours.”

Blaine. She’d been so caught up in what Clint was doing she forgot the ranch hand was there.

She turned her head to glance at him, and caught her breath. Dang, if he didn’t look like he’d just like to eat her right up. And dang, if she didn’t want him to. After her spanking, of course.

Heather held her breath as Clint surveyed the spanking implements hanging on the wall. There were paddles of every shape, size and thickness, as well as straps, floggers and riding crops, so he had a lot to choose from. He must have wanted to keep with the equine theme because he picked the black riding crop with the loop on the end. She trembled just from the thought of him using it on her.

Clint glanced at Blaine, then jerked his head at the remaining spanking implements on the wall. “Take your pick.”

Blaine’s eyes locked with Heather’s for a moment before he walked over to browse the selection. He spent a long time considering the paddles, even taking a few of the wood ones off their hooks to smack them experimentally against his hand, but in the end, he decided on a strap. Two inches wide and made of supple leather, it was one of her favorite things to get spanked with.

Clint crossed the room to stand beside her, where he flicked the slapper at the tip of the crop against his jean-clad leg. Heather blinked up at him expectantly.

“Ready for your spanking, babe?”

She nodded, mumbling around the gag as she presented her ass even higher in the air.




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Thursday, April 24, 2014

Thursday Thirteen - US Army Special Forces!



Captain Landon Donovan, the hero in HER PERFECT MATE (X-OPS Book One) my upcoming release from Sourcebooks, is Special Forces, so I thought I'd give you a little primer on SF!

1. The United States Army Special Forces, known as the Green Berets because of their distinctive service headgear - Green Berets.

2. They're a special operations force tasked with five primary missions:  unconventional warfare (the original and most important mission of Special Forces), foreign internal defense, special reconnaissance, direct action, and counter-terrorism.

3. Other duties include combat search and rescue (CSAR), counter-narcotics, counter-proliferation, hostage rescue, humanitarian assistance, humanitarian demining, information operations, peacekeeping, psychological operations, security assistance, and manhunts.

4. Most of their operational techniques are classified.

5. As special operations units, Special Forces are not necessarily under the command authority of the ground commanders in those countries. Instead, while in theater, SF units may report directly to a geographic combatant command, USSOCOM (Unites State Special Operations Command), or other command authorities.

6. The Central Intelligence Agency's (CIA) highly secretive Special Activities Division (SAD) and more specifically its elite Special Operations Group (SOG) recruits from the Army's Special Forces - Just like the Department of Covert Operations (DCO) a super secret part of Homeland Security in my X-OPS Series.

7. The main mission of the Special Forces was to train and lead unconventional warfare (UW) forces, or a clandestine guerrilla force in an occupied nation. The Special Forces are the only U.S. Special Operations Force (SOF) trained to employ UW.

8.  Special Forces personnel qualify both in advanced military skills and the regional languages and cultures of defined parts of the world.

9. SF team members work closely together and rely on one another under isolated circumstances for long periods of time, both during extended deployments and in garrison. Because of this, they develop clannish relationships and long-standing personal ties.

10. Special Forces are divided into five active duty (AD) and two Army National Guard (ARNG) Special Forces groups. Each Special Forces Group (SFG) has a specific regional focus.

11. There are 5 Active Special Forces Groups (Units): 1st SFG out of Lewis-McCord; 3rd SFG out of Ft. Bragg; 5th SFG out of Ft. Campbell (where my hero and his A-Team are from); 7th SFG out of Eglin; 10th SFG out of Ft. Carson; 19th SFG (NG) out of Draper; and the 20th (NG) out of Birmingham.

12. A Special Forces company normally consists of six ODAs (Operational Detachments-Alpha) or "A-Teams".[18][19] Each ODA specializes in an infiltration skill or a particular mission-set.

13. SF Schooling Includes: 9 weeks of Boot Camp, followed by 4 weeks Advanced Individual Training and Infantry School. After graduating they attend:
Army Airborne School – 3 weeks
Special Operations Preparation Course (SOPC)  - 4 weeks
Special Forces Assessment and Selection (SFAS) – 3 weeks in
Special Forces Qualification Course (SFQC) – 34 -76 weeks depending upon MOS Specialty
Live Environment Training (LET) -  Immersion Training in foreign countries – varies in time.
Depending on MOS within SF, completing these schools can take 14-18 months


Blurb:

Their attraction is more dangerous than any weapon of mass destruction.

He's a High-Octane Special Ops Pro

When Special Forces Captain Landon Donovan is chosen for an assignment with the Department of Covert Operations, he's stunned to find his new partner is a beautiful woman who looks like she couldn't hurt a fly, much less take down a terrorist.

She's No Kitten

Ivy Halliwell isn't your average covert op. Her feline DNA means she can literally bring out the claws when things get dicey. She isn't thrilled to be paired with yet another military grunt, but Landon is different. He doesn't think she's a freak-and he's smokin' hot. Soon they're facing a threat even greater than anyone imagines...and an animal magnetism impossible to ignore.


You can meet the SF hero of HER PERFECT MATE Captain Landon Donovan here!
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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Awesome Review for HER PERFECT MATE!

My military/paranormal/romantic-suspense HER PERFECT MATE officially releases in two weeks (May 6, but it's already available for pre-order if you didn't know!) and it's getting awesome reviews! This one is from Cupcakes and Popcorn!  Reading it totally made my day!  this is just a little snippet of what they said, so click on the link for the rest of the review, which is some fantastic writing in itself!



"Ivy was not the usual main heroine. And I mean that in every sense. She was not whiny and she never acted like a spoiled child. And while we have seen many badass heroines so far, this one was different. She knew how to take care of herself – sometimes she was better at it than Landon – yet she was sweet when you came to know her personally. Playful, even. And very feminine and cute in her self-conscious ways."

"Which is why Landon was perfect for her. An Alpha male that was comfortable in his masculinity to give the leading position to Ivy in missions, because he knew of and trusted in her abilities as a shifter that put her in a higher level from him – and he was man enough to not care, because he knew that either way, at the end of the day, he was the one wearing the pants in their relationship. This of course didn’t make him a wuss – on the contrary, I think he became even hotter when he did all those things."


"As a couple, the two partners were freaking amazing! Screw-me-raw hot and mind-numbingly… right."


Read the whole review here!
http://cupcakesandpopcorn.wordpress.com/2014/04/20/her-perfect-mate-x-ops-1-by-paige-tyler/


Read an Excerpt
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B&N
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iTunes:
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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Tasty Tuesday Hunk!

This guy just has shifter written all over him, don't you think?!

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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Saturday Spankings - KARLEIGH'S COWBOYS!

Here are eight sentences from my hot, bestselling cowboy menage KARLEIGH'S COWBOYS!

Happy Reading!



“Holden’s right,” Mav agreed. “You should definitely be punished for what you did.”

Mav and Holden had stepped back a little, giving her some room. She turned to look at Mav in shock.

“Punished?”

“I agree,” Holden said. “I think a spanking would be very appropriate, don’t you, Mav?”

“Couldn’t agree more.”



Thanks for participating and visiting Saturday Spankings. Click on the link to check out the other authors on the tour! And if you'd like to read more from KARLEIGH'S COWBOYS I've included an excerpt below, as well as the buy links.


Two ranch hands are better than one!

Karleigh Blake hasn’t take a vacation in years, so when her friend talks her into coming out to her Colorado ranch for some fun and relaxation, she jumps at the chance. Once there, she meets up with two hot and hunky ranch hands named Holden Donnelly and Mav Ryan who definitely know how to show a girl a good time.

It starts as two separate rolls in the hay, and she’s concerned she isn’t going to be able to hide that she’s sleeping with both of them. She's surprised when the two cowboys compare notes and decide they don’t mind sharing her – as long as they can do it at the same time!


Excerpt:

“You know,” Holden said almost conversationally. “Just because Mav and I don’t mind sharing, that doesn’t mean you aren’t a very bad girl for sleeping with one of us behind the other’s back.”

She blinked up at him, not quite sure what to say to that. She knew he wasn’t mad at her, so she wondered where this was going.

“Holden’s right,” Mav agreed. “You should definitely be punished for what you did.”

Mav and Holden had stepped back a little, giving her some room. She turned to look at Mav in shock.

“Punished?”

“I agree,” Holden said. “I think a spanking would be very appropriate, don’t you, Mav?”

“Couldn’t agree more.”

Karleigh looked from one to the other to see if they were teasing her, but both men looked quite serious—and determined—in spite of the smiles tugging at the corners of their mouths. She’d never gotten spanked before, but her pussy was already spasming at the idea of being held down over each cowboy’s strong thighs while he reddened her ass.

“So, who should spank her first?” Holden asked.

“Rock, paper, scissor?” Mav suggested.

Holden considered that for a moment, then shook his head. “Nah. I slept with her first, so I should get to spank her first.”

Mav shrugged. “Fine by me. You start the fire. I’ll get it roaring.”

Karleigh gaped at them. “I’m standing right here, in case you didn’t notice.”

Mav’s brows drew together. “Do you have a preference for which one of us spanks you first?”

She chewed on her lip as she mulled it over. Finally, she shook her head. “No.”

Holden grinned. “Then it’s settled. I guess I get to tan that bottom of yours first.”

He didn’t give her a chance to answer, but instead took her hand and led her into an empty stall. Karleigh’s heart beat faster as he sat down on a bale of hay and expertly guided her over his knee. As she placed her hands on the floor to steady herself, she darted a quick look Mav’s way and found him leaning against the door post, arms folded across his broad chest, dark eyes eager with anticipation. Knowing he was going to be watching her get spanked made the whole thing that much more exciting.



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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Review for HER PERFECT MATE!

Check out this awesome review for HER PERFECT MATE (X-OPS Book One) from Cyndi Santolin Delia at Born to Read Books! 



"HOLY SMOKES, This is one sexy paranormal romance!


Run and pre-order this book! Trust me, you won't be sorry. Ms. Tyler's strong voice is a breath of fresh air into the genre.

This is one sexy paranormal romance!  

Fast paced, with kick ass characters, it will have you wanting to read it in one sitting.  

I can't wait for more!"



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http://borntoreadbooks.blogspot.com/2014/04/review-her-perfect-mate-by-paige-tyler.html?showComment=1397517533777#c6599645865257990598




Releasing from Sourcebooks May 6, But Available for Pre-Order Now!



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Friday, April 11, 2014

Saturday Spankings - JUST RIGHT!

Here are eight sentences from my sexy new release, JUST RIGHT (The Sexy Tale of Goldie and The Three Werebears)! It starts out like the original tale, with Goldie getting lost while out hiking in the woods and breaking into a cabin. That's where the similarity ends, though. The three werebears are so hot and hunky that Goldie, who secretly likes having her bottom warmed, finds herself suggesting they each spank her for her misdeeds.

Happy Reading!




She chewed on her lower lip. “Couldn’t you just punish me yourself?”

His eyes narrowed suspiciously at her words, but she could see the spark of interest there. He was intrigued. “What would you suggest?”

She looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “Well…you could always…spank me.”

He lifted a brow, clearly surprised.



Thanks for participating and visiting Saturday Spankings. Click on the link to check out the other authors on the tour! And if you'd like to read more from JUST RIGHT I've included an excerpt below, as well as the buy links.


The sexy tale of Goldie and the three werebears.

When Goldie Lockwood gets lost hiking and comes upon an isolated cabin, little does she know it belongs to three hot and hunky werebears. The guys aren’t thrilled to discover Goldie ate their food and slept in their beds. Not wanting to go to jail, she suggests the men punish her for her naughty misdeeds—with an arousing round of spanking.


Goldie loves getting spanked and decides that after having her bottom warmed, she needs a little sex to make the night complete. The only question is whether she’s going to sleep with one of the men—or all of them. 


Excerpt:

“So, let’s have it,” he said. “What’s your name and what are you doing here?”

“Goldie,” she said, then after a moment, added, “Lockwood.”

She only thought about giving him a fake name after the words were out of her mouth. It was too late now. Then again, with the way he was undressing her with his eyes, she was lucky she could remember her real name. She’d never met a man who could arouse her just by looking at her.

“That answers my first question, Goldie Lockwood. Now, tell us what you’re doing here.”

She hesitated, wondering if she should try to come up with some elaborate story to gain their sympathy, but then decided it would probably be better to just be honest. Something about the authoritative way these men were regarding her told her they would see right through whatever lies she made up anyway.

“I was out hiking and got lost,” she explained. “I didn’t bring any food or water with me and I was starting to get scared because it was getting dark. That was when I saw your cabin.”

“So you just decided to break in?”

She felt her face turn red. “No, of course not. I knocked. Twice, in fact.”

“And when no one answered, that’s when you broke in,” Tristen said.

Her color deepened. “Okay, okay. I did break in. But only because I thought you might have a phone.”

“A phone?” Brody’s brows drew together. “Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You broke in because you were looking for a phone?”

She nodded sheepishly.

The man with the incredible golden eyes fixed her with a stern look. “So when you couldn’t find one, you decided to vandalize the place instead?”

“Vandalize the place?” Goldie blinked. “What are you talking about? I didn’t vandalize the place.”

He arched a brow. “What about the woodcarving?”

“Oh. That. I picked it up to look at it and when I went to put it back on the mantel, it slipped.” She caught her lower lip between her teeth and tried her best to look chastised, which wasn’t very difficult. She did feel bad about breaking the woodcarving. She reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear again. “Look, I’m really sorry about breaking in. It was wrong.”

“It’s also a crime,” Brody said.

Goldie’s mouth went dry. He couldn’t be serious. She wasn’t a criminal. Her gaze went from Brody to the man with the gold eyes. “You’re not really going to call the cops are you?”

His lips quirked. “Honey, we are the cops.”

She eyed him skeptically, wondering if he was making that part up. Then he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a badge. Oh crap. He wasn’t making it up. They were cops. Of all the cabins in the forest, she had to pick the one that belonged to three cops. “You’re not going to arrest me, are you?”

“What do you think?”

She thought she was in big trouble. Even if by some miracle she didn’t go to jail for breaking into their cabin, she’d still very likely lose her job if she got arrested. She gave him a pleading look, even more determined to talk her way out of this mess now. “Couldn’t you just give me a ticket or something?”

“We don’t give out tickets for that kind of stuff.”

She formed her lips into a blatant pout. She hadn’t met a man who could resist her pout. “Even if I pay for the broken window and promise never to do anything like this again?”

“Even then. It isn’t as simple as paying for the window you broke. What you did was a crime and you have to be punished for it.”

She wasn’t sure why, but for some reason the way he said the words sent a delicious little shiver down her back. While he might be talking about carting her off to jail, the words took her mind in a completely different and much naughtier direction, one that involved him putting her over his knee and reddening her bottom.

Between her legs, her pussy was already purring at the thought of one of the men doing just that. But did she dare say it aloud? She didn’t know if it was a crime, but she didn’t want to add attempted seduction of a police officer to her list of charges. On the other hand, it might be the only thing that kept her from getting arrested.

Of course, she’d have to figure out a way to get them to agree to it. She chewed on her lower lip. “Couldn’t you just punish me yourself?”

His eyes narrowed suspiciously at her words, but she could see the spark of interest there. He was intrigued. “What would you suggest?”

She looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “Well…you could always…spank me.”


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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Thursday Thirteen - Psych!


Hubby and I are bummed Psych went off, but we really loved the season finale. They rocked it! Especially loved the hint that Shawn and Gus would be working alongside Monk after they made the move to San Francisco. It got us thinking about what other shows Sean and Gus would great guest stars on!

1. Supernatural - Could totally see them hunting demons, vamps, and everything else Sam and Dean go up against. Gus would be running for the hills!

2. The Mentalist - Can just imagine Shawn matching "psychic" wits with Patrick Jane!

3. Elementary - Shawn and Gus working alongside Sherlock? That'd be hilarious!

4. Rizzoli and Isles - You just know that Gus'd use that "Pluto should still be a planet" line on Jane and Maura.

5. Major Crimes - I'd love seeing Shawn and Gus alongside Provenza and Flynn. Not sure who would drive whom crazy more!

6. Perception - Shawn and Gus would be an interesting addition to Daniel Pierce's life! Shawn would definitely mess with him.

7. Castle - Love this idea!  You know Gus would try his "Pluto" come-on line with Lanie!

8. Bones - Shawn and Gus helping Bones and Booth solve crimes?!  Love it!

9. White Collar - Shawn and Gus would probably drive Neal and Peter crazy, but I could totally see them hanging out with Mozzie!

10. Hawaii Five-O - Something tells me Shawn and Gus would have lots of fun in the island!

11. S.H.I.E.L.D - Shawn, Gus, and Superheroes. Need I say more?!

12. Walking Dead - Gus would be screaming the whole episode!

13. Dr. Who - The writers did say they wanted to do a time travel episode. What better show to do it on?!

If you're a Psych-O, what show would you like to see Shawn and Gus on?

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Wednesday, April 9, 2014

New Release! JUST RIGHT (The Sexy Tale of Goldie and The Three Werebears)!

I have a re-release that might be new to some of you called JUST RIGHT, and it's the sexy tale of Goldie and the Three Werebears! It starts out like the original tale, with Goldie getting lost while out hiking in the woods and breaking into a cabin. That's where the similarity ends, though. The three werebears are so hot and hunky that Goldie, who secretly likes having her bottom warmed, finds herself suggesting they each spank her for her misdeeds. The guys agree and Goldie ends up getting so turned on that she needs a little sex to make the night complete. The only question is whether to sleep with one of them, or all of them!

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The sexy tale of Goldie and the three werebears.

When Goldie Lockwood gets lost hiking and comes upon an isolated cabin, little does she know it belongs to three hot and hunky werebears. The guys aren’t thrilled to discover Goldie ate their food and slept in their beds. Not wanting to go to jail, she suggests the men punish her for her naughty misdeeds—with an arousing round of spanking.


Goldie loves getting spanked and decides that after having her bottom warmed, she needs a little sex to make the night complete. The only question is whether she’s going to sleep with one of the men—or all of them. 


Excerpt:

“So, let’s have it,” he said. “What’s your name and what are you doing here?”

“Goldie,” she said, then after a moment, added, “Lockwood.”

She only thought about giving him a fake name after the words were out of her mouth. It was too late now. Then again, with the way he was undressing her with his eyes, she was lucky she could remember her real name. She’d never met a man who could arouse her just by looking at her.

“That answers my first question, Goldie Lockwood. Now, tell us what you’re doing here.”

She hesitated, wondering if she should try to come up with some elaborate story to gain their sympathy, but then decided it would probably be better to just be honest. Something about the authoritative way these men were regarding her told her they would see right through whatever lies she made up anyway.

“I was out hiking and got lost,” she explained. “I didn’t bring any food or water with me and I was starting to get scared because it was getting dark. That was when I saw your cabin.”

“So you just decided to break in?”

She felt her face turn red. “No, of course not. I knocked. Twice, in fact.”

“And when no one answered, that’s when you broke in,” Tristen said.

Her color deepened. “Okay, okay. I did break in. But only because I thought you might have a phone.”

“A phone?” Brody’s brows drew together. “Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You broke in because you were looking for a phone?”

She nodded sheepishly.

The man with the incredible golden eyes fixed her with a stern look. “So when you couldn’t find one, you decided to vandalize the place instead?”

“Vandalize the place?” Goldie blinked. “What are you talking about? I didn’t vandalize the place.”

He arched a brow. “What about the woodcarving?”

“Oh. That. I picked it up to look at it and when I went to put it back on the mantel, it slipped.” She caught her lower lip between her teeth and tried her best to look chastised, which wasn’t very difficult. She did feel bad about breaking the woodcarving. She reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear again. “Look, I’m really sorry about breaking in. It was wrong.”

“It’s also a crime,” Brody said.

Goldie’s mouth went dry. He couldn’t be serious. She wasn’t a criminal. Her gaze went from Brody to the man with the gold eyes. “You’re not really going to call the cops are you?”

His lips quirked. “Honey, we are the cops.”

She eyed him skeptically, wondering if he was making that part up. Then he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a badge. Oh crap. He wasn’t making it up. They were cops. Of all the cabins in the forest, she had to pick the one that belonged to three cops. “You’re not going to arrest me, are you?”

“What do you think?”

She thought she was in big trouble. Even if by some miracle she didn’t go to jail for breaking into their cabin, she’d still very likely lose her job if she got arrested. She gave him a pleading look, even more determined to talk her way out of this mess now. “Couldn’t you just give me a ticket or something?”

“We don’t give out tickets for that kind of stuff.”

She formed her lips into a blatant pout. She hadn’t met a man who could resist her pout. “Even if I pay for the broken window and promise never to do anything like this again?”

“Even then. It isn’t as simple as paying for the window you broke. What you did was a crime and you have to be punished for it.”

She wasn’t sure why, but for some reason the way he said the words sent a delicious little shiver down her back. While he might be talking about carting her off to jail, the words took her mind in a completely different and much naughtier direction, one that involved him putting her over his knee and reddening her bottom.

Between her legs, her pussy was already purring at the thought of one of the men doing just that. But did she dare say it aloud? She didn’t know if it was a crime, but she didn’t want to add attempted seduction of a police officer to her list of charges. On the other hand, it might be the only thing that kept her from getting arrested.

Of course, she’d have to figure out a way to get them to agree to it. She chewed on her lower lip. “Couldn’t you just punish me yourself?”

His eyes narrowed suspiciously at her words, but she could see the spark of interest there. He was intrigued. “What would you suggest?”

She looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “Well…you could always…spank me.”


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Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Tasty Tuesday Hunk!

Some eye candy to go with my newest release JUST RIGHT (The Sexy Tale of Goldie and The Three Werebears)!


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Monday, April 7, 2014

It's Release Day for the DANGEROUS DOZEN Boxed Set!

I'm thrilled to be part of a romantic suspense boxed set with some amazing authors! It's called The DANGEROUS DOZEN Boxed Set, and it's just 99 cents!



The Dangerous Dozen -- Alpha Males who know how to protect their women and how to love them. This romantic suspense boxed set stars TWELVE Smoking Hot Heroes in TWELVE Full-Length Novels by TWELVE Bestselling Authors.

To Catch Her Man by Charity Pineiro, New York Times Bestselling Author. Investigative reporter Sylvia Amenabar must decide between friendship, love and discovering the truth behind a cop's murder... Undercover detective Carlos Ramirez nearly lost his life protecting Sylvia, but he knows it'll be a fight to reach her heart. . . Can they learn to trust one another and find out the truth about a failed assignment that nearly killed Carlos? Or will the secrets of the past and family issues cost them the things they hold most dear.

I'll Be Watching You by Tina Wainscott, New York Times Bestselling Author. Ten years ago, Kim left her steamy Everglades town under a cloud of murder and scandal. Her gran brings her back to reclaim her home and unearth the truth...while a killer watches her every move.

Bedeviled by Maureen Child, USA Today Bestselling Author. A *faerie* funny paranormal.

Protective Custody by Paige Tyler, USA Today Bestselling Author. Someone is stalking reporter Paisley McCoy, and police detective Gray Beckham is the only man who can protect her. While the chemistry between them is undeniable, there's no way he's going near the captain's daughter, and she has a hard and fast rule that says she doesn't date cops. Can they both survive the stalker who's coming after them long enough to realize how good they are together?

There's a New Witch in Town by Tawny Weber, New York Times Bestselling Author. Her magic, his town, their love... is it enough? Or will a witch just regaining her powers have to choose between saving a cursed town, or giving up everything she's come to care about?

In His Control by Nina Bruhns, New York Times Bestselling Author. A rogue detective will do anything to catch the sexy international thief he's fixated upon. When their titillating game of cat and mouse grows shockingly intimate, he must make the impossible choice between honor and duty...and the notorious woman he has unwittingly come to love.

Chosen by Sin by Virna DePaul, New York Times Bestselling Author. A wounded alpha werebeast bent on revenge... A female vampire trying to save her adoptive dragon-shifter family... Can they stop a group of rebel shape-shifters from unleashing every demon in hell? Only if they relinquish their secrets, face their fears, and open themselves to love.

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Dark Tide Rising by Kristin Miller, New York Times Bestselling Author. Police Sergeant Mark Thurgood is all work and no play, but he's harboring secrets that tie him to the vengeful sea. Free-spirited Emily McAllister is haunted by premonitions, and the latest shows her death in a dark coastal cave. Can they put their desires aside to focus on the task at hand and find the killer before he finds her?

Big Bad Wolf by Gennita Low. On the run from shadowy enemies, a secret agent finds sunlight and love while working undercover for a female roofer.

Found Wanting by Joyce Lamb. She's been on the run for 14 years. He's been sent to bring her home, dead or alive. A boy's life depends on what happens next. Can they overcome betrayal, lies and violence to find what they've always wanted?

High Tide by Maureen Miller. A couple locked in a struggle to protect the coast...and their lives.

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Friday, April 4, 2014

Fool for Love Bloghop!




Welcome to the Fool for Love Bloghop, April 4 - 6!

I'm so excited to be part of this hop and share a little bit about my upcoming release from Sourcebooks, a military/paranormal/romantic-suspense called HER PERFECT MATE, Book One in my X-OPS Series. It officially releases May 6 everywhere, but is available for pre-order in paperback and digital now at Amazon, Kindle and ARe.

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He's a High-Octane Special Ops Pro

When Special Forces Captain Landon Donovan is chosen for an assignment with the Department of Covert Operations, he's stunned to find his new partner is a beautiful woman who looks like she couldn't hurt a fly, never mind take down a terrorist.

She's No Kitten

Ivy Halliwell isn't your average covert op. She's a feline shifter, and more dangerous than she looks. Her feline DNA means she can literally bring out the claws when things get dicey. She's worked with a string of hotheaded military guys who've underestimated her special skills in the past. But when she's partnered with special agent Donovan, a man sexy enough to make any girl purr, things begin to heat up. He doesn't think she's a freak-and he's smokin' hot. Soon they're facing a threat even greater than anyone imagines...and an animal magnetism impossible to ignore.



Excerpt:

Landon almost laughed. Make himself comfortable. Right. He scanned the room, once again looking for something that would tell him where he was, but except for the immense television screen at the front of the room, the walls were bare. He didn’t like the feeling he was getting.

Special Forces qualified as black ops, sure, but an organization hidden in the garage of the EPA? That was another thing altogether. This had CIA written all over it and that wasn’t going to work for him. He was a warrior, not a spook. And he was going to tell that to whoever was in charge when he or she walked in. Which could be a while, so he might as well try to make himself comfortable while he waited.

Pulling out one of the chairs, he sat down and prepared to settle in, but the door opened as soon as he did. He immediately got up, wanting to be on equal footing with whoever walked in.

Landon did a quick assessment of the man who entered. Average height, salt-and-pepper hair, expensive suit, wire-rimmed glasses. He looked like he should be teaching at an Ivy-League school somewhere.

He held out his hand. “Captain Donovan, I’m John Loughlin. Have a seat.”

Landon did, then immediately went on the attack. “You in charge here?”

If Loughlin was taken aback by the direct approach, he didn’t let it show. “I’m the director, yes.”

Director. Well, that just screamed CIA, didn’t it?

“What the hell is this place?”

Loughlin leaned back in his chair. “First, let me tell what it isn’t. It’s not the army or any other branch of the military. Nor is it the NSA, the FBI, or the CIA Special Activities Division. It’s called the Department of Covert Operations. DCO for short.”

“Never heard of it.”

Landon’s frustration made him speak harsher than he normally would, but he didn’t care. Loughlin didn’t seem to mind.

“Very few people have heard of it, and we like to keep it that way. We were created after 9/11. Technically, we’re a special organization within Homeland Security.”

“That’s great,” Landon said. “But what if I don’t want to work for the DCO?”

The man smiled. “We can discuss that later.”

Which was code for saying it wasn’t the kind of assignment he could turn down. Landon swore silently. This sucked. It was hard enough to get a good-looking evaluation report in the Special Forces since almost everything he did was classified and redacted. He couldn’t imagine what they’d look like now. If he even got an evaluation report. It would be damn hard to get the Army Promotion Board to recognize a performance review when he wasn’t assigned to a branch of the Department of Defense.

When he mentioned it to Loughlin, the man waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about that. Your records will indicate you’ve been transferred to the Department of Homeland Security. All performance areas on your evaluations will still be redacted, of course, but your service will be properly recognized.”

Yeah, he was screwed big time.

“How long is the assignment?” Landon asked.

“There’s no formal length of duty with the DCO. It really depends on your performance. Let’s just call it indefinite right now.”

Bend over, here it comes again, Landon thought. So much for ever making major. Anybody reviewing his records for promotion would figure he’d screwed up and been transferred into some rear echelon job to keep him out of the field.

“So, how did I get selected for this assignment? If I may ask.” Then, because this guy was his new boss, he added, “Sir.”

“We’re not as formal here as they are in the army, Landon. Call me John. And to answer your question, the DCO keeps an eye out for people with your unique skill set. You were handpicked from a long list of candidates to serve in one of the toughest and most important assignments in the world. The DCO takes only the best and brightest.”

He was really in trouble if the guy had to lay it on that thick.

“Unlike standard agents with the Department of Homeland Security, you’ll have worldwide responsibilities,” John continued. “You’ll be paired with another agent who is just as highly trained as you are, only with a different set of talents.”

Landon frowned. “I’ll be on a two-person team? Doesn’t that drastically limit the types of missions we can perform?”

“Not at all. We’ve learned from experience that a two-person team can perform more efficiently when it comes to the type of work you’ll be doing.”

“Exactly what kind of work is that? You still haven’t said.”

“We’ll get into more detail later,” John said. “But your primary job will be to cover your partner’s back while they apply their special talents.”

That was vague. What kind of special talents did this partner of his have? “That’s it? You yanked me out of a warzone to pull babysitting duty?”

“That’s not all you’ll be doing, no. You’ll be involved in direct action as well, but many times oversight will be a large part of your job, yes.”

Landon sensed a “but” coming.

“However,” John said, right on cue, “you do have one additional task. In fact, it’s one of the most critical functions you can be asked to perform. Consider it the first general order for the DCO. It’s something of a formality, but I have to discuss it with you. In the event your team is compromised and it appears likely your partner is about to be captured, it will be your task to eliminate them.”

What the hell? John did not just say what Landon thought he did. “I think I must have misunderstood. By them, I assume you mean the enemy we’re up against?”

“No, Landon, you didn’t misunderstand me. One of the most valuable services the DCO provides to the leadership of the United States is plausible deniability. Your partner possesses certain attributes that could prove embarrassing for our county if they were exposed. Therefore, it’s critical that your partner never be captured. Part of your selection involved an assessment of your ability to follow out this particular job requirement.”

Landon didn’t think much of any assessment process that could determine he’d be okay with executing his teammate. What the hell had these assholes seen to make them think that? One of the founding principles of the Special Forces—the army in general—was that no one got left behind. There wasn’t an army unit out there that wouldn’t risk every single member in it to go back into enemy territory and rescue one of their people. It was the cog that made everything else work.

The idea that he’d be asked to kill his own partner was beyond distasteful. It was flat-out repugnant. Just what kind of attributes did his partner have that would make this person an embarrassment to the United States anyway?

He didn’t care if he could turn down the assignment or not. Let them court-martial his ass. He was walking out of here right now. Landon started to get to his feet, but John held up his hand.

“I see this particular issue is difficult for you,” he said. “Let me assure you we don’t take this lightly, Landon. The requirement has been evaluated at the very highest levels of authority, and it’s been determined to be reasonable and required. That said, it isn’t a common occurrence at the DCO. In fact, it’s never happened, and we hope it never does. If it helps, you can look at it another way. It’s your responsibility to make sure your partner is never put into a position where you have to kill them.”

That wasn’t much better, but Landon could live with it, especially since he sure as hell wasn’t going to let any teammate of his get compromised.

“Is my partner aware of this order?” he asked.

John nodded. “Yes. All EVAs are fully aware of this stipulation and have signed the necessary documents to acknowledge and accept the consequence of their capture.”

Landon had no idea what the hell an EVA was, but they must be seriously committed if they could work for an organization that would execute them.

John picked up the phone on the table and pressed one of the buttons. “Olivia, please have Todd and Kendra come in.”

Since there were two of them, neither one was probably his new partner. Another team, maybe? He was about to ask John when the door opened.

The man and woman who walked in weren’t dressed in the black uniforms Landon had seen earlier, so they probably weren’t operatives. The business casual look they were rocking didn’t give much of a hint as to what jobs they did. Neither did the clipboards in their hands. John stood, so Landon did the same.

“Landon, this is Todd Newman and Kendra Carlsen,” John said. “They’ll be your training officers as well as be your handlers after you and your partner are certified for fieldwork.”

Landon studied the man and woman closer as he shook their hands. Todd looked like he could have played linebacker when he was in college, but he was a little too soft in the middle to be lighting up guys on the field anymore. Kendra was cute, blond hair pulled back in a messy bun, reading glasses perched on her head, a spray of freckles across her cheeks.

He glanced at John. “What if my partner and I don’t successfully complete the certification course?”

“You’ll be debriefed and sent back to your unit.” John smiled. “But something tells me you won’t have to worry about that.”

Landon hoped it wasn’t the same something that told John he’d be okay with killing his partner. He’d never failed at anything and he wasn’t about to start now, even if he didn’t want to be here.

Kendra smiled. “Come on. Todd and I will introduce you to your partner.”

It was about time. Landon gestured toward the door. “Lead the way.”

Landon expected Todd and Kendra to take him to another conference room, so he was surprised when they led him into what looked like a workout room. Mats covered the floor and a heavy bag hung from a hook in one corner. Weights and workout equipment filled a good portion of the room. A woman was seated cross-legged in the center of it, her eyes closed, her hands loosely resting on her knees. At their entrance, she gracefully uncurled herself from the floor and got to her feet.

She was wearing a pair of black workout pants like his ex-girlfriend used to wear when she went to yoga class, and a form-fitting tank top. He couldn’t help but notice her curvy, athletic body, expressive dark eyes, and full lips. With little makeup and her long, dark hair pulled up in a ponytail, she looked like the girl next door. Only more exotic than any girl he’d ever lived next door to, that was for sure.

He didn’t care how tired and irritated he was, this was a woman he definitely wouldn’t mind stopping to appreciate. Hopefully, one of his new training officers would introduce them before she left to give them the room.

“Landon, meet Ivy Halliwell, your new partner,” Kendra said. “Ivy, Captain Landon Donovan, Special Forces.”

They were going to have to pick his jaw up off the floor because Landon was damn sure that’s where it was after hearing that announcement. No way this walking wet dream was his partner. She looked like she couldn’t hurt a fly, much less do any kind of covert ops. They had to be messing with him.

“Your first mission is to put her on her ass,” Todd said.

He’d had some big what-the-hell moments in his life—most of them within the past twenty-four hours—but this had to be the biggest.
Landon narrowed his eyes at the man. “Excuse me?”

“Take her down.”

Was this guy serious? This was his new partner and they wanted him to kick her ass? Ivy was about half his size and looked like she should be walking down a fashion runway somewhere, not trading blows with a trained combat killer.

Landon shook his head. “Forget it. I’m not going to take a swing at her, much less put her on her ass.” He folded his arms across his chest. “You want entertainment? Maybe I should put you on your ass.”

Kendra must have thought that was funny because she hid a smile behind her clipboard.

Ivy wasn’t so subtle. She laughed outright. And damn if it didn’t have a sexy sound to it.

“That’s chivalrous of you, Donovan,” she said. “You putting Todd on his ass is something I’d like to see, but he isn’t going to let us leave this room until you learn the lesson you’re here to learn. So, let’s get this over with.”

She didn’t wait for a reply, but instead slowly circled around Landon on her bare feet. He instinctively turned to follow her. She moved with the sure-footed grace of a cat, making him think she was probably well-trained in one or more martial arts.

“Well?” she demanded.

He assessed her stance. “You’re not ready.”

Ivy rolled her eyes. “Tell you what. I’ll make it easier on you. I’ll hit you first. How’s that sound?”

“That implies I’d let you hit me.”

She shrugged her slim shoulders. “Oh, I’ll hit you all right.”

He laughed, but the sound was cut short as she twisted in a blur and her leg came around in a spinning heel kick that would have taken off his head if he hadn’t backed away just in time.

“Shit,” he muttered. He was way too tired for this crap. “Stop screwing around, okay? That kick would have done some damage if you landed it.”

Ivy didn’t heed his warning, though. Instead, she immediately followed up with the same kind of a kick, this time in the other direction. Landon quickly backpedaled to avoid her foot, only to smack against the wall. He dropped to one knee, instinctively thrusting out with his hands to both knock her away from him and put some space between them. But instead of falling back, she moved out of the way, avoiding his hands. For a moment he didn’t realize what she’d done. Then it struck him. She’d darted sideways while she was in mid-kick. That shouldn’t even be physically possible.

Ivy landed lightly on her feet, a smile curving her lips. “I knew I could get you to take a shot at me, even if it was lame. Then again, I didn’t expect much from another oversized grunt like you. I don’t know why they keep pairing me up with guys like you all the time. Can’t they find anyone with a brain?”

Landon rose from his crouch and moved to the center of the room. When she came at him again, he didn’t want a wall getting in his way.

“Guys like me? You’re trying to insult me now? Think that’s going to get me to take a punch at you? What are you, a masochist?”

Her smile broadened. “I already got you to do that. And I’d only be a masochist if you ever got your hands on me.”

He snorted. “Lady, that wasn’t a punch. You’d know it if I wanted to hit you.”

“All talk and no action,” she scoffed. “Isn’t that the Special Forces motto or something?”

Landon knew what she was trying to do and it wasn’t going to work. She must have figured it out, too. She gave up on the verbal jabs and resorted to real ones, coupled with those damn spinning roundhouse kicks again.

He stripped off his camo overshirt and threw it across the room, so he could get down to serious business.

He blocked most of her strikes with his hands and the others with his shoulders, biceps, and thighs. He sure as hell felt them, but he got the feeling she wasn’t hitting him nearly as hard as she could.

His plan was to lure her in close enough to get his hands on her. That way, he could put her down without being forced to throw a serious punch. She might be agile as hell, but if he connected with anything real, he’d break something. His best bet was to get his hands on her and pin her to the floor so he could end this stupid game.

That was easier than it sounded. Ivy was faster than lightning and could twist her body into a pretzel to get out of his grasp. He had her in a perfect jujitsu take-down position several times only to have her spoil it by not going down like she should have. He even planted his knee in her stomach and yanked her backward with him in a throw that should have landed her hard on her back, groaning in pain. Instead, she turned the move into some kind of gymnastic flip and came down as softly on her feet as if she stepped off a street curb.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the two training officers taking notes as they watched. Kendra was actually smiling. Landon clenched his jaw. What a couple of asses.

On the other side of the room, Ivy spun around to face him. Eyes narrowing, she ran directly toward him. He automatically braced himself for another blow, but at the last second she darted to her right, jumping at the wall and rebounding off it like she was an extra in some Jackie Chan movie, then ricocheting back at him, her right leg coming around in a roundhouse kick.

Instead of getting out of the way like any sane person would have, he moved closer, getting underneath her swinging leg and grabbing her shoulders. He avoided her foot, but ended up taking a knee to the left side of his rib cage. It hurt, but it got him inside her defenses. He was going to get a grip on her, and this time she wasn’t going to get away.

That’s when he realized her kick had only been a distraction. He’d been so busy watching her feet he hadn’t even noticed her open hand coming toward him. He did a double take. She was going to slap him? His mind registered surprise for half a millisecond before her hand angled down to sweep across the front of his T-shirt.

Landon felt the fabric tug and swore he heard a ripping sound. He even felt a sting. But he ignored it. Tightening his grip on her shoulders, he spun them both around, letting the momentum from her rebound take them down to the floor.

He twisted at the last second, taking the impact of the floor on his right shoulder before yanking her to his chest in a bear hug. If he’d been trying to kill her, he would have crushed a hell of a lot harder. Instead he squeezed just enough to let her know he could hurt her if he wanted to.

They came to a stop with him on his back, Ivy pinned to his chest. She didn’t fight him, simply laid there with her face close to his neck, breathing deeply. Landon couldn’t help but notice how soft her body was against his, and how nice it felt to have her on top of him.

His cock noticed, too.

Shit. This was going to be embarrassing.

“Okay, you two,” Todd said. “I think we’ve gotten everything out of this demonstration I intended.”

It took a moment for the words to register—probably because all the blood had left his head to rush to another part of his anatomy. Landon reluctantly loosened his hold on Ivy. He waited for her to get up, but she stayed firmly planted on top of him, which alarmed him. He thought she would have jumped up the moment he released her. God, he hoped he hadn’t hurt her with that take down.

He gently tilted her chin up with his fingers. “Hey. You okay?”

Ivy blinked at him, her beautiful eyes filled with something that looked almost like wonder. Then she gave herself a little shake. “I-I’m good. You?”

“Yeah. Fine.”

“Good.”

She gazed at him for a moment longer, then quickly pushed to her feet. She crossed the room to slip on a pair of flip-flops she had left there. When she turned back to him, her face was the perfect mask of composure he’d seen when he first walked in.

“No hard feelings, I hope?” she said as he stood. “That’s just the way the DCO likes to introduce me to my new partners. I don’t know why.”

He knew why. The DCO realized the fastest way to get a man to appreciate the talents of his female partner was to have her kick his ass. At least she hadn’t done it to him.

“Not at all,” he said. “I suppose we can call this match a tie.”

Her lips curved. “You think so?”

Reaching out, she flicked his shirt with her fingers, then turned and walked away.

Remembering the bizarre open-handed swipe she’d given him across the chest, he looked down to see four diagonal tears in his T-shirt. He pushed the material aside, frowning when he found four identical scratches on his chest. If he didn’t know better, he’d think he got scratched by a cat—a big cat. They weren’t deep or bleeding, but there was no mistaking what had made them—fingernails. Ivy’s fingernails. Not exactly standard-issue hand-to-hand combat technique. He got the feeling nothing about this place was standard issue. Especially his new partner.



Read what happens next in the rest of the excerpt on my website!