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Thursday, May 24, 2012

Thursday Thirteen - Sexy Excerpts from A COP, HIS WIFE AND HER BEST FRIEND!

Thirteen Sexy Excerpts from A COP, HIS WIFE AND HER BEST FRIEND, the third book in my hot Badge Bunnies Series!


Shaking hands with her friend’s hunky husband seemed so formal that Capri automatically moved to hug him. Sam must have thought the same thing because his arms were already going around her. He must have come straight from work to pick her up because he was still dressed in his police uniform. Capri tried not to stare, but she couldn’t help it. Back when she’d been Aly's maid of honor at her wedding, she remembered thinking Sam Teagan was incredibly hot and that Aly was damn lucky to bag the guy. Not only was he gorgeous as sin, but he was a cop, too. Did it get any better?


She and Aly talked about sex all the time over the phone, but it was a lot different talking about it openly in front of Sam. It was kinky and erotic, and Capri felt more than a little guilty when she started picturing herself doing those same things with her best friend's husband.

“Doing it on the hood of your cruiser was the best, though,” Aly said, giving her husband a sultry smile.

Capri blinked. She pushed away her empty plate and rested her forearms on the table. “You had sex on his police car?”

Aly nodded. “With the lights flashing.”

Capri stifled a moan. Talk about a fantasy.

“In the garage in the house,” Sam clarified. “With the door closed.”

“I wanted to turn the siren on, too, but Sam said no,” Aly pouted.

Her husband chuckled as he tipped back his beer bottle and took a swallow.

Aly winked at Capri. “It was still hot.”


Capri had seen Aly naked hundreds of time—they'd been roomies in college, after all—but she'd never seen her friend in such an exposed position. From where she stood, Capri could see right between Aly's flailing legs. If the constant moans she was letting out wasn’t an obvious sign of arousal, the glimmer of wetness that sparkled between her thighs sure as heck was.

Beyond all possible reason, Aly totally loved getting her ass tanned. Clearly, Capri was uninformed when it came to the subject of sexual spankings.


Capri didn’t know how she managed to eat breakfast with Sam sitting across from her. The man looked so damn good in his police uniform that it was all she could do not to drool.


Slinking out of her room, Capri stealthed down the hallway like some spy in a Mission Impossible flick. When she got to the master bedroom, she stopped and carefully peeked inside to make sure Sam and Aly weren’t looking in her direction. Seeing that the coast was clear, she edged closer to get a view. And stared. Sam was in his full police uniform while Aly stood before him completely naked. The naughty image was enough to make Capri tremble, and she had to grab the doorframe for support.


Taking Aly’s arm, Sam gently bent Aly over the bed. The position not only gave Capri a great view of her friend’s ass, but it also meant their backs were to her and she wouldn’t have to worry about them seeing her.

“Do you need me to cuff you?” Sam asked.
The question sent a stab of excitement through Capri. She had no idea why, but the idea of seeing her friend bound as well as gagged was incredibly arousing, and she silently yearned for Aly to nod.


Knowing it was stupid and dangerous, but unable to stop, Capri leaned against the door jamb and slid her hand under her nightie. It was crazy for sure; Sam or Ali could turn and see her at any moment. But she couldn’t help herself. While one hand manipulated her clit and very wet pussy, the other hand focused on her breasts, squeezing first one nipple, then the other through the lightweight material of her nightie.

She stroked herself in time with Aly's spanking, even occasionally smacking her clit with her fingertips as the strap kissed her friend’s ass. She didn’t do it nearly as hard, of course. It was a much more sensitive area, but it was almost like she was getting punished, too.


Aly smiled. “Sam and I can be at a restaurant or a movie, and all he has to do is whisper in my ear that he’s going to spank me when we get home, and I practically come on the spot.”


They spent the next fifteen minutes trying out the different paddles, crops, straps and whips in Aly’s collection. Capri almost asked Aly to give her a few smacks with each of them, but just the thought made her blush. Then she imagined Sam spanking her, and her face colored even more.


She wasn't going to be watching a spanking. She was going to be getting one.


All she could manage was a gasp as he went back to spanking her again. The smacks came fast and hard, first on one cheek then the other, back and forth until her ass felt like it was on fire. She wanted to crane her head to watch him spank her bottom—she bet it was fire engine red. But with Sam pressing her flat down on the bed, turning around to look was out of the question.

Aly was watching her get spanked, though. If the fevered look on her friend’s face was any indication, her ass was really getting it.

Capri didn’t know why having an audience excited her so much—she was the one who like to watch, wasn’t she?—but she was insanely turned on. This was so much hotter than watching Aly get spanked—and that had been mind-blowing. If she hadn't been face down on the bed with orders to hold onto the darn blankets, she would have reached down to play with herself.

Since she couldn’t, she ground her clit on the bed instead. It wasn’t quite the same as masturbating, but combined with the delicious feel of Sam’s hand coming down over and over on her ass, it was enough to send familiar little tingles of pleasure through her that made her think she just might come.


Capri had been attracted to Sam since the moment she’d met him. And standing there in his uniform, he was a double temptation. And the strapping he’d given her had put her in seriously horny mood. But how could she ever look her best friend in the eye again if she slept with her husband?
“Just think about all the new things we'll have to talk about over the phone when you go home.” Aly winked. “Yet one more thing we’ll have in common.”

Capri's defenses crumbled at that. “Are you really sure this is what you want?”

“I'm very sure, girlfriend.” Aly took her hand. “But only if you want it, too.”

Capri lifted her gaze to Sam. The thought of his hard, naked body against hers was so intoxicating she was almost dizzy. How could she resist an offer like this?


A hand slid across her bottom, then between the folds of her pussy. She assumed it was Sam's, but truthfully she had no idea. In all the years spent living in the same tiny dorm room with Aly, there had never been an inkling of sexual interest between them.

They talked incessantly about sex, but Aly hadn't mentioned doing it with another girl.

And yet Aly had just oohed and aahed over how hot her ass looked. They’d tried a lot of stuff since coming up here tonight. Would her friend go there, too?


Wednesday, May 23, 2012

New Release! Hot Cop Menage! A COP, HIS WIFE AND HER BEST FRIEND - Book Three of the Badge Bunnies Series!

I'm so excited to announce that A COP, HIS WIFE AND HER BEST FRIEND, the third book in my hot Badge Bunnies Series, is now available!

With the popularity of my bestselling menage stories Kareigh's Cowboys, And The Ranch Hand Makes Three, and most recently Two Cops A Girl And A Pair Of Handcuffs, I knew I wanted to write another menage for this series. I wanted to do something a little different, though, so I did a F/F/M instead of my usual M/F/M. And I gotta say, I had fun with it! LOL! While it's still mostly about the guy and the two girls, there are a few sexy surprises! Along with handcuffs and some yummy spankings! Hope you like it!

Happy Reading!

Capri Faraday hasn't seen her old college roommate in years, so she's thrilled to be able to spend her vacation with Aly and her hot, hunky cop husband, Sam. When she gets to Tampa, she sees a side of her friend she's never seen before - her backside, while Aly is draped over Sam's knee getting a spanking. Capri is stunned. She's even more shocked to discover that watching Aly get her bottom warmed turns her on like crazy.

After Aly confesses she likes getting spanked for being a bad girl, Capri talks her friend into doing something naughty just so she can watch Sam redden her derriere again. But when it comes out that Capri was behind the whole thing, she finds herself bare-bottomed and getting spanked alongside her best friend. If she thought watching Aly getting a spanking got her hot and bothered, that's nothing compared to getting one herself!


They were in the same dressing room trying on clothes when Capri caught sight of the barely discernible red marks crisscrossing Aly’s ass cheeks at the edges of her tiny bikini panties. Capri caught her friend’s arm and turned her back to the lights above the full-length mirror so she could get a closer look. She almost reached out to run her fingers over them, but stopped herself just in time.

“I can’t believe you still have marks from last night,” she said.

Aly looked over her shoulder at her reflection. “The strap always leaves marks. It’s one of the reasons I love Sam to spank me with it.”

Capri studied them again. “They look really sexy. Can you feel them?”

“When I sit down. A good strapping can do that even though Sam never smacks my ass harder than I can take. That's the best part of getting strapped. Feeling it the next day and remembering how hot the sex was. It keeps me excited for a few days afterward.”

Capri was still marveling at that as they tried on shoes a little while later. She and Aly both fell in love with the same pair. High heels with sexy straps, they were absolutely beautiful. But they are also crazy expensive.

“You should get them,” Capri said impulsively.

Aly looked up from the shoes she'd been admiring in the mirror. “Are you nuts? I can't afford these. I could pay for a top of the line sink for what they're charging for these things. Sam would flip out.”

“I didn’t say you should keep them. You can always bring them right back and get a full refund. After they've served their purpose, of course.”

Aly glared at her. “And what purpose is that? Getting me in trouble?”

Capri didn’t answer. Probably because she couldn’t believe the direction her thoughts were taking. It seemed Aly wasn’t the only one who liked being a bad girl.

Aly’s eyes went wide. “Oh, my God. You're trying to get me spanked again so you can watch!”

Capri cringed. “Why don’t you say it a little louder, Aly? I don't think they heard you down at the food court.”

Her friend pulled off the shoes and tossed them back in the box. “But that is what you're doing, isn't it? Trying to give Sam a reason to whack my ass again so you can watch and play with yourself?”

Hearing Aly put it so bluntly made Capri’s face heat. Her friend wasn't wrong. That was exactly the thought that had crept into her naughty head. “Yes. But it sounds pretty bad when you say it like that. Forget I said anything.”

Aly stood there regarding her for so long Capri blushed all over again. “So you really want to watch me get spanked again?”

Capri nodded.

“Okay. Then I'm up for it.” Aly pointed a finger at her. “But you have to promise to stay for the whole thing. I want to know you're watching me the entire time, and that includes the sex afterward.”

Capri felt like Aly had just given her an extra special Christmas present. She jumped up and hugged her friend. “Deal. But only if you're sure Sam won't freak out too much about the shoes. I don't want to get you into any serious trouble.”

“He won't. Besides, if he gets too upset, I can always tell him it was all your idea.”

Capri laughed. “Very funny.”

She and Aly giggled about their plan all the way home. Underneath the laughter, however, the sexual tension was palpable. Capri’s clit tingled so much, she had to rub her thighs together to keep from going insane.

The moment they got home, Aly put the shopping bag in the living room,
positioning it perfectly to make sure Sam couldn't miss it. The store they’d purchased the shoes from used fancy bags with their name on them, so he’d know right away that his wife had spent some serious change. To be on the safe side, Aly placed the sales receipt right on top.

“I’m getting spanked, guaranteed.” Aly grinned. “God, I'm so excited.”

“Me, too,” Capri admitted. “I can't believe we're really doing this.”

“We?” Aly laughed as she took vegetables and beef tips out of the fridge. “You plan on getting spanked with me?”

“Of course not!”

“Didn’t think so.” Aly turned on the oven. “You know, this will be the third night in a row that I've gotten spanked. I'm going to have one hell of a sore bottom tomorrow.”

Capri would have felt bad if her friend wasn’t practically pinging off the wall in anticipation. Aly couldn't wait for her hunk-of-a-cop husband to punish her while Capri watched. She wrapped her arms around her friend and gave her a hug.

“Poor Aly. Don't worry. I'll rub lotion on your bottom afterward.”

Aly’s lips curved. “Don't think I won't remind you of that promise.”

While she couldn’t resist teasing her friend, Capri was just as eager for Sam to get home. She could barely concentrate on helping Aly make dinner.

“Do you think Sam will want to spank you the moment he gets home?” she asked as Aly put the casserole dish in the oven.

Aly shook her head. “Not with you here. He’ll do it when we go to bed.”

Capri didn’t know if she could wait that long.

Her friend refilled their glasses with iced tea. “We don't want to look too obvious when Sam comes in. That could blow the whole deal. Remember to look natural.”

“Will he use the strap on you again?” Capri asked.

“Probably not. At least not the strap you saw.” Aly put the pitcher back in the fridge. “Sam never likes to use any particular spanking implement too often. He doesn't want me to get bored with it, you know? He'll pick something different.”

Capri’s eyes widened. “Exactly how many spanking implements do you guys have?”

“Oh! I forgot you haven't seen our collection.” She grabbed Capri's hand and pulled her toward the stairs. “Come on. I’ll show it to you. If you like one, maybe I can steer Sam in that direction.”

Upstairs, Aly led her into the big walk-in closet. She pushed aside the clothes that hung from an upper rack, revealing an entire wall of spanking implements. The array was bewildering.

“There are so many. How do you ever choose which one to use?”

“Sam always picks for me, and he's never wrong.” Aly took a wooden paddle off its hook. It was so highly polished, it looked like glass. “This one is my favorite. It doesn't look it, but it’s heavy. It doesn't leave a smack as much as it does a solid thud when it
hits my ass. I feel it all the way to my toes when he gets me good with it.”

Capri took the paddle from her friend and tested its weight. “You’re right. It is heavier than it looks.”

Before she even realized what she was doing, she reached around and
experimentally smacked herself on the ass with the paddle. She didn't do it very hard, but she still felt it through her jeans. Yikes, that thing was dangerous. Aly must have a tough bottom.

She handed it back to her friend. “That’s way too much for me.”

“I agree.” Aly hung it back up. “It’s definitely not something a novice should start with.”

Capri laughed. “Hey! You're the one getting the spanking, remember? I'm the one hiding behind the door playing with herself.”

“I know.” Aly reached for another paddle. This one was wider, but much thinner, kind of like a ping pong paddle. “I was just telling you in case you decide to buy yourself some paddles. When you find the right guy, I mean.”

“Right. Like a good spanker comes along every day.”

They spent the next fifteen minutes trying out the different paddles, crops, straps and whips in Aly’s collection. Capri almost asked Aly to give her a few smacks with each of them, but just the thought made her blush. Then she imagined Sam spanking her, and her face colored even more.

She couldn’t stop oohing and aahing over how different they all felt. Her bottom was tingling nicely by the time she handed the last paddle back to Aly, and she was tempted to push down her jeans and sneak a peek at her ass in the full length mirror on the wall to see if it was red.

Aly regarded her thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t have thought it, but I’d say you're a strap girl.”

“You think so?” Capri eyed the long, brown leather strap Sam had used on Aly the night before. “Maybe so. It does leave a nice heat as it wraps around during the swing.”

She swung her gaze around to Aly. “But that was with me using it on myself. I'm sure it’d sting much more if someone used it on me.” Like Sam. “Not that I intend to find out, of course.”

“Of course,” Aly agreed.

As her friend pushed the clothes back over the wall that held her toys, a flash of something silver caught Capri’s attention. She reached out and pushed aside one of Aly's sun dresses to reveal a pair of chrome-plated handcuffs dangling from a hook.

“Why are Sam’s handcuffs in here with your spanking stuff?” Capri couldn't take her eyes off them. They were like jewelry.

Aly laughed. “They’re not his work handcuffs. They’re for me. Even though I loved getting spanked, I sometimes have a habit of reaching back to cover my ass. I do it without thinking. Sam doesn't like it. He's afraid he'll whack my hand or arm and hurt me. He’ll cuff me so I can’t reach back.”

Capri remembered hearing Sam ask Aly if she needed to be restrained during the strapping he’d given her last night.

“Sometimes I put my hands back on purpose just so he'll cuff me,” Aly admitted.

“Being held captive like that is a mind-bender.”

Capri stared at the cuffs, entranced. Just the thought of having them on her wrists was making her so wet she had to fight the urge to shove her hands down her jeans and touch herself.

“We’d better get back downstairs,” Aly said. “Sam'll be home soon.”

Her friend’s timing was impeccable. They weren't in the kitchen for more than five minutes before Capri heard the sounds of Sam's cruiser pulling up.

Aly grinned. “Show time.”

How could she be so calm? Capri felt as if she was about to explode.
Capri’s breath hitched as the door opened. If Sam walked right past the shoes, the set-up was a bust. That was a serious possibility. How many men would notice a shopping bag?

But Sam stopped in the living room. A moment later, Capri heard the bag rustle.

Aly winked. “Score!”

“Alyssa, what the hell are these?” Sam demanded.

“Here we go.” Aly wiped the grin off her face and walked into the living room, motioning Capri to follow.

Capri obeyed, but slowed the moment she saw Sam's face. He looked absolutely intimidating standing there in his uniform with his arms crossed over his chest. He also looked extremely perturbed. Maybe this hadn't been such a bright idea. What if he and Aly ended up having a fight over the shoes instead? That wouldn’t be very sexy.

Sam held up the sales receipt. “Alyssa, what the hell is this?”

“The receipt for the new shoes I bought today.” Aly took the box out of the shopping bag and lifted the lid. “Aren't they gorgeous?”

Sam scowled. “No, they're not gorgeous. They're two weeks’ worth of savings down the drain. Alyssa, we talked about this.”

Aly put on a crestfallen face. “I guess I screwed up again, huh?”

“Yeah, Aly. You did.”

She caught her lower lip between her teeth and looked up at him from underneath her lashes. Damn, Aly was good at this.

“Are you going to spank me?” she asked softly.

Sam did a double take. He looked pointedly at Capri, then arched a brow at his wife. Aly waved a hand in Capri’s direction.

“Don't mind Capri. I told you, we share everything. She knows all about my spankings.”

Sam went from surprised to looking downright shocked. “Does she? Well then, I guess she won't mind if I take you upstairs right now to give you the spanking you so richly deserve?”

Aly’s eyes went wide. “Right now?”

“Right now. The spanking I have in mind for you won't wait.” He turned his gaze on Capri. “I hope you won't mind if dinner is a little late?”

“Of course not,” Capri murmured.

She could hardly wait until Sam led Aly upstairs so she could follow. The fact that he knew she knew Aly was going to get spanked was so damn sexy she could barely stand it.

Aly hung back when Sam took her hand. “I don't think I should be the only one getting spanked, Sam. Capri is way more to blame for this than I am. I wasn't going to buy the shoes, but she said it was none of your business what I do with my money. I tried to tell her we were saving up to remodel the kitchen, but she was in full I-amwoman-hear-me-roar mode and wouldn't let up. The whole store was looking at us, including the security guard. I ended up buying the shoes just to keep us from being tossed out. If I’m getting spanked, so should she.”

Capri gaped. What the hell was Aly saying, this was all her fault That hadn't been the plan.

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Monday, May 21, 2012

Sinful Sirens Giveaway Hop Winner!

Thank you so much to everyone who entered the Sinful Sirens Giveaway Hop to win a copy of TWO COPS, A GIRL AND A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS!

The winner is Penny B! Congratulations!


Thursday, May 17, 2012

Thursday Thirteen - Things You'll Learn by Visiting 69 Shades of Smut!

Thirteen things you'll learn by visiting the sexy new group blog I'm part of - 69 Shades of Smut!
We go live on May 18th at

1. Which of us has done past-life regressions.
2. Which of us used to teach country line dancing.
3. Which of us dressed up as Bellatrix Lestrange on Halloween.
4. Which of us is a total girly-girl who's crazy about football.
5. Which of us has an over-the-top obsession with cherries.
6. Which of us hated to read as a kid.
7. Which of us makes wine.
8. Which of us is an exercise fanatic, but is addicted to chocolate.
9. Which of us loves to bake chocolate chip cookies and caramel pecan sticky buns.
10. Which of us has had sex in public.
11. Which of us is super shy.
12. Which of us is kinda klutzy.
13. Which of us has a dinosaur garden outside their office window.


Wednesday, May 16, 2012


Got my cover for A COP, HIS WIFE AND HER BEST FRIEND, the third book in my hot Badge Bunnies Series, and I love it! Gemini Judson is the artist!

Capri Faraday hasn't seen her old college roommate in years, so she's thrilled to be able to spend her vacation with Aly and her hot, hunky cop husband, Sam. When she gets to Tampa, she sees a side of her friend she's never seen before - her backside, while Aly is draped over Sam's knee getting a spanking. Capri is stunned. She's even more shocked to discover that watching Aly get her bottom warmed turns her on like crazy.

After Aly confesses she likes getting spanked for being a bad girl, Capri talks her friend into doing something naughty just so she can watch Sam redden her derriere again. But when it comes out that Capri was behind the whole thing, she finds herself bare-bottomed and getting spanked alongside her best friend. If she thought watching Aly geting a spanking got her hot and bothered, that's nothing compared to getting one herself!

Coming soon to Amazon, B&N and ARe!


Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Tasty Tuesday Hunk!

Can you say droolworthy?!


Sinful Sirens Giveaway Blog Hop!

Welcome to the Sinful Sirens Giveaway Blog Hop May 15 - 20!

If you like stories about hot cops, you're in the right place because I'm giving away a copy of TWO COPS A GIRL AND A PAIR OF HANDCUFFS, the second book in sexy new BADGE BUNNIES SERIES!

The giveaway is open to anyone and everyone (US, Canada and International) with an email address! To enter, leave a comment along with your email address. I'll announce the winner on the 21st!


The title of the book kinda says it all, but if you haven't guessed, it's a hot cop menage with two guys who come with their own handcuffs and a girl who can't wait to get busy with them both!

Happy Reading!

Working the late shift just got a whole lot more fun!

Cilla Garner has it bad for Hayes Prescott and Reed Lockwood, the two hot cops who come into the coffee shop where she works the late shift. When her coworker goes home early and leaves her alone with Denver's finest, she can't help but flirt. Of course, if they both end up asking her out, she has no idea how she'll choose. The idea of having a threesome doesn't even enter her mind until they hint at it, and then it's all she can think about.

She has the perfect opportunity to take them up on it when they offer to drive her home after work. What girl wouldn't be thrilled at the idea of sleeping with two guys who come with their own handcuffs?


She looked at them from beneath her lashes, hoping one—or both—of them would pick up on her interest and ask her out. Of course, if they both did, she could be in trouble. Which one would she pick?

Hayes leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. His hazel eyes were more green than brown, with little gold flecks. “Do you have a boyfriend, Cilla?”

That was easier than she’d thought. She was afraid she might have been too subtle.


She wanted to finish her degree as quickly as possible, which meant taking a full course load every semester, so she hadn’t had much time for a social life. But now that she was just a few classes away from graduating, that wasn’t a problem.

“What about you?” she asked. “Are you seeing anyone?”

“We’re both between relationships,” Reed said.

Was that his way of telling her he was interested in her, too?

Cilla looked from one cop to the other. “Hard to believe some girl hasn't scooped up two attractive guys like you.”

“It's hard finding a woman who can handle us,” Hayes answered.


That was an interesting way to phrase it. Hayes hadn't said it was hard finding women who could handle them, or their jobs. But a woman—singular—who could handle them—plural. Had it simply been a Freudian slip, or had he been referring to what she thought he was? The image made heat pool between her thighs, and she squeezed her legs tighter together. She'd never been with two guys at the same time before. Never even considered it. But now that she thought about it, the possibility was intriguing.

“Maybe you haven’t found the right woman.”

Had she just said that out loud? Well, she had to gauge their interest, didn’t she?

Reed chuckled. “Guess not.”

Cilla’s breath hitched. Oh, yeah. They were definitely talking about a threesome.

Since they were both gorgeous and unattached, she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity, that was for damn sure. This might be her only chance to fulfill her fantasies—with not one, but two hot cops.

“It’s almost closing time. I should probably clean up.” Her heart sank as Hayes and Reed pushed back their chairs. “You don’t have to leave.”

“We weren’t,” Hayes said. “We’re just going to give you a hand.”

“Oh.” Relief coursed through Cilla and she smiled. “That’s very nice of you.”

Reed grinned. “We’re nice guys.”

Cleaning out the coffee pots and wiping down the tables took a lot less time with their help. On the down side, it also gave her a lot less time to figure out a way to let them know she was up for that threesome they’d hinted at.

Wishing there was something else to clean up, she picked up her messenger bag. “I know you’re probably not supposed to do this, but do you think you could give me a ride to the subway? I’d really hate to have to walk all that way in the rain.”

Hayes exchanged looks with Reed, then gave her a grin. “We’ll do you one better and give you a ride home. Although I'm afraid you’ll have to sit in the back. That's not a problem, is it?”

She winked. “As long as I'm not under arrest.”

“Definitely not.” Hayes looked her up and down. “It would be a true crime if anyone ever had to lock you away.”

The heat in his eyes made her pussy purr. “And no cuffs, right?”

Reed gave her slow smile. “Only if you don’t behave yourself.”

The smolder in Reed’s eyes conveyed his message loud and clear—if you want to be cuffed, I'm your man. That image made her pulse skip a beat. This night was getting more interesting by the minute.

Cilla’s hand trembled a little as she locked up the shop. Dropping the keys in her purse, she turned to open the umbrella she’d borrowed, but Reed took it from her.

His mouth curved as he held it over her head. “Allow me.”

Gorgeous and well-mannered—a potent combination.

Cilla had never been in a police car before. It felt really strange being behind the metal cage that separated the back seat from the front. Like she was their prisoner for them to do with her whatever they wanted. The idea sent a delicious, little shiver through her.

In the front, Reed was on the radio, telling the station he and Hayes were going off shift. Was it just her imagination, or had Reed made the call so she’d know he and Hayes were free for the rest of the night?

Hayes glanced at her over his shoulder. “Where to?”

Cilla rattled off her address. She was about to give him directions, too, but as he pulled away from the curb and headed in the right direction, she decided he mustn’t have needed them. Then again, he was a cop. He probably knew every street in the city.

She didn’t live far from the coffee shop, so it wouldn’t take long to get to her apartment. Which meant she was going to have to think of something quick if she didn’t want the evening to end on her doorstep.

As Hayes pulled up to the curb a little while later, she leaned forward. “I know it’s late, but would you guys like to come in for coffee?”

As invitations went, it was lame. But what was she supposed to say? Want to come up and have a threesome?

The two cops exchanged a glance before Reed answered.

“We’d like that.”

She’d had guys at her place before, but Reed and Hayes seemed to dominate her small apartment with their presence. She could barely concentrate on making the coffee as they looked around.

“You go to the University of Colorado?” Hayes asked from the living room.

She glanced up to see him thumbing through an accounting book she’d left on the coffee table. “Yeah. I take morning classes there three days a week. That's why I get stuck on the late shift so much.”

Reed crossed the room to look over his partner’s shoulder. “Accounting, huh? How close are you to your degree?”

“Three more classes after this semester.” She switched on the coffee pot, then walked into the living room. “I'm getting close enough to taste it.”

Reed’s gaze caressed her. “I know how that feels, being so close to something you can almost taste it.”

Cilla got the feeling he wasn’t talking about getting his college degree. Her breath came a little faster, and she ran her suddenly damp hands down the front of her jeans.

Back at the coffee shop, she thought she’d be able to play it cool, but now the two men were in her apartment, that was harder than she thought.

Thunder boomed and she jumped. She used the distraction to get herself together. Okay, take a deep breath, girl. Just because Reed and Hayes were likely here for more than coffee didn't mean this thing was automatic. Neither man had mentioned having a threesome since they’d dropped the hint. If she wanted this to go anywhere, she had to give them some sort of signal.

But what was she supposed to do—rip off her clothes and throw herself naked across the kitchen table? How could she tell them she was game without coming out and saying it?

Hayes was looking at another one of her books—this time it was advanced calculus.

“Have you always been good with numbers, Cilla?”

“I guess so. I mean, I’ve always liked math.”

Now there was a sexy subject. Yeah, not so much. Maybe she should tell him she wanted to multiply with him. Nah, maybe not. That sounded creepy.

Hayes set the book on the table, then sauntered over to stand in front of her. He gave her a devastating smile. “And I bet a math-minded girl like you probably even has a favorite number, don't you?”

The funny thing was, she did. But she didn't think they really wanted to hear why she thought 3.14 was so cool.

“Actually,” she looked up at his from under her lashes, “I've always been partial to the number three.”

“Three, huh?” Hayes’s smile broadened. “And what's so special about the number three?”

Reed had come over to stand behind her. Not close enough that he was touching her, but still sandwiching her between him and his equally armed-and-sexy partner.

She took a deep breath. Now or never.

“Well,” she said softly. “There’s just so much more you can do with three than you can do with two, you know?”

Hayes leaned in close. Behind her, she felt Reed's big hand trace across her back.

“Yeah, Cilla.” Hayes’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “I think we do.”

His lips were just a few inches away from hers when an insistent beeping came from the kitchen.

He jerked his head up, looking in the direction of the sound. “What the…?”

Cilla couldn't help laughing at the expression on his face. “It's my coffee maker. It beeps when it’s ready.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “I can go get it, if you want.”

Reed’s arms slipped around her waist, pulling her back against his hard chest. “I think the coffee can wait, don't you?”

His voice was rough in her ear, his breath warm. She moaned as she felt his erection against her ass. At least she thought it was his cock. She supposed it might have been another kind of weapon. She wiggled her ass slowly back and forth to check. Oh, yeah. That was all cock back there. A seriously impressive one at that.

“I'm okay with letting the coffee wait,” she murmured.

She was so entranced with Reed's shaft and what he was doing to her that she almost didn't remember Hayes until he tipped up her chin and touched his lips to hers.

The spark of sexual electricity that jumped between them definitively got her attention.

She melted into his arms and opened her mouth to his playful tongue. He tasted like coffee and pure, unadulterated male.

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Thursday, May 10, 2012

Thursday Thirteen - The Avengers!

Thirteen Reasons to Go See The Avengers!

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13. Oh, and the movie was great, too!


Wednesday, May 9, 2012

New Romance Trading Cards!

I had some new Romance Trading Cards made up so I wanted to share! Artist Gemini Judson did both the cover and card designs. Love 'em!

They'll be in the Goodie Bags at the Lori Foster Get Together!

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Thursday, May 3, 2012

Thursday Thirteen - Cute Cupcakes!

Thirteen Cute Cupcakes!

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