Tuesday, July 29, 2014

In the Spotlight: Author Michelle Roth

About Michelle Roth

Michelle Roth is a novelist from Los Angeles, California. When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Visit her blog at www.michelleroth.net for information on her latest releases, exclusive excerpts, and more.

Michelle's Latest Release:

Elle Thomas has had a crush on Jim Conroy for months now. Among their small circle of friends, they're the only two single people left. It makes sense that he might gravitate toward her at social events, and maybe even flirt a little bit, right? Elle can't help but want more, though.
Jim may be going insane. He's been chasing Elle for months. He's flirted with her, asked her out, and done everything else he could think of to get her attention short of skywriting his feelings. When Elle finally agrees to go out with him, things quickly heat up between them.
What starts out as a single spark of attraction between them quickly burns out of control. As they settle into the beginnings of a relationship, one moment will change their lives forever. Is their relationship strong enough to survive when reality sets in?

New Release! Available Now! Buy It Here: http://www.bookstrand.com/unexpectedly-yours


Standing up now, he moved toward her. He’d been watching her mess with the hem of her dress since she’d arrived. He’d been getting small, tantalizing glimpses of her smooth thighs for the better part of an hour now. She was driving him crazy and seemed to have no idea.
She got off the couch now, smiling, and said, “I had almost given up on dinner.”
He pulled her into his arms and asked, “Would you mind putting off dinner a few minutes? I’ve got something I need to take care of.”
Looking at him curiously now, she said, “Oh?”
He nodded and the leaned down to take her mouth with his. Nibbling her bottom lip gently, he mumbled, “Super important.”
When she sighed against his lips, he deepened the kiss. As tongue swept into her mouth to tangle with hers, he stroked his hand down her back to press her even closer to him. His hands moved down to settle on the curves of her ass. He immediately heard a low moan in the back of her throat and felt himself harden.
Breaking his mouth away from hers, he trailed his lips down the side of her throat, pressing soft, biting kisses against her neck. When he gently sucked on the patch of flesh where her neck and shoulder met, he felt her shudder slightly against him. She pressed closer and rolled her hips against him.
Groaning, he pulled his mouth away from her shoulder and said, “Every time you messed with the hem of your dress, it gave me this overwhelming desire to bury my face between your thighs. Would you mind?”
He felt her sharp intake of breath, then a moment later she laughed and said, “Literally anytime you want to, I can make myself available for that.”
With a groan, he captured her mouth with his again. The kiss grew wild, quickly. Her hands slid around his waist and up his back. She pulled him until he was flush against her. The only thing that separated them was clothing and he had every intention of correcting that particular issue very soon.
He moved them slowly back toward his desk and sat her on the edge, pushing the skirt of her dress up. Standing between her thighs now, he pulled back from the kiss. Pressing his lips to her throat again, he began swirling his tongue against her skin.
He cupped one breast in his palm and felt her nipple pebble under his touch as he moved his fingers against it. He continued to massage her breast gently with his palm until he heard her breathing increase slightly. He moved his hand lower to the damp heat between her thighs and discovered that the filmy lace was soaked.
On a groan, he sank to his knees. Helping her shift, he pulled the panties down her legs and slid them over the heels she wore. He stared at her now and felt another wave of lust hit him. He could see the evidence of her arousal against the now bare lips of her pussy.
He used his thumb and forefinger to spread her open and leaned forward. Running his tongue in a circular motion around her swollen clitoris, he heard her sharp intake of breath. When he slid two fingers into her tight channel, she gave a moan.
Pumping them into her with a steady rhythm, he shifted his mouth slightly, making direct contact with her clit for the first time. He felt her flutter around his fingers as she cried out. Working his fingers against her, he rubbed the flat of his tongue in time with the press of his hand.
She was whimpering with each stroke of his tongue and he could feel her tightening and fluttering around his fingers.

Character Interview: James Conroy

1) Please describe your character. Then answer the rest of the questions from his or her point of view.
James Conroy. 6'3 and BUILT.  Light mocha skin, 5 o'clock shadow. Short hair. Think Shemar Moore-esque.

2) It's Saturday afternoon and you have no particular place to go. What do you do with your time? And what do you wear while doing it?
Usually on Saturdays, I'm hitting the gym and then catching up on yard work. Once that's done, I usually hang out with Deacon or Chris. There's always a sporting event somewhere.

3) When and with whom did you have your first kiss? Briefly describe it.
Jennifer Wallace. In sixth grade, and it was awkward. Thankfully I've had time to practice since then. I'm pretty sure I had no idea what the hell I was doing.

4) How old were you when you lost your virginity? What kind of experience was it?
Amy Lowenbrau. I was 15 and she was 16. It was brief. That's when I realized that I was quite.. uh.. large. And that some women might not be able to accommodate that.  Let's move on?

5) What is your favorite food? Is there any food you hate?
I try to eat clean, so I'd love to say it's chicken and brown rice but it isn't. I love a nice juicy steak with bleu cheese crumbles on top. I absolutely hate kale. It's just gross.

6) What's your favorite sexual position? Why?
Woman on top. She controls the motion so I know she's enjoying herself. Plus I'm a breast guy, so ...

7) What's the craziest place you've ever had sex?
I'm a fairly traditional guy, for the most part. I have this hammock in my back yard I'd like to try out though...

8) What do you wear to bed?
Nothing. It just twists and annoys me.

9) If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
Between running a company and all of the other social obligations, I never have enough down time. I'd love to be able to just sit down and read a book, ya know? I'd learn how to say no to people. That's what I'd change.

10) What's your best feature?
I'm loyal. I think that's really important. The world is full of some pretty crappy people. It's good to know who's really on your team.

11) What are your pet peeves?
People who chew with their mouths open. Drives me insane.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Friday 7/25: Irish Cream Ice Pops

I had a delicious seafood meal and a cocktail planned for this Friday, but a rather nasty summer cold has thrown a monkey wrench in that. It started with the 14 year old, spread to the toddler, and has now come to plague me with a sore throat and an awful, awful cough. Needless to say, clams, crab legs, and booze just don't hold much appeal for me right now. I'll save that for next week.

Somehow, I'm still in the mood to make something new this week, even if I don't feel like eating it. So, I decided on Irish Cream Ice Pops. They sound absolutely delicious, and I can't wait to try them once my taste buds return to normal and my throat no longer feels like its on fire.

Here's the recipe:

Irish Cream Ice Pops

1 Cup Irish cream liqueur
3/4 Cup Greek yogurt
1.5 Cups vanilla pudding
3/8 Cup cream
1 Teaspoon vanilla extract 

Here's how you make these:
  1. Pour liqueur in a saucepan and bring it to a boil. Once it has come to a boil, remove it from the heat. Let it cool, and make sure you still have at least 3/4 cup of liqueur once it has boiled.
  2. Pour the cooled liqueur and the rest of the ingredients into a bowl.
  3. Mix the ingredients together, just until everything is combined very well.
  4. Pour the mixture into ice pop molds (Ikea sells these for super cheap).
  5. Freeze your ice pops overnight.
This would probably work just as well with other liqueurs. Give your favorite a try. As for me, these ice pops will give me something to look forward to once this cold passes. In the meantime, I'm not interested in much other than chicken soup and tea with honey and lemon.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Writing Process Blog Hop

Fellow sireniesta Michelle Roth nominated me to participate in a fun blog hop about the writing process, so here goes:

A little About Michelle

Michelle Roth is a novelist from Los Angeles, California. When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. 
Her books are currently available on http://www.bookstrand.com/michelle-roth.
Michelle's blog:  http://michelleroth.net/

A Little About Me

I’ve been writing forever, so having my work published has been a dream come true. My first book, Taking Chances, is a MF erotic paranormal romance that came out in March! My current release, The Secret-Keeper’s Choice, is a menage (MFM)--also an erotic paranormal romance.
As a child, I'd get lost in books for hours, using a flashlight to read under the covers long past my bedtime. I read my first romance novel as a preteen and was immediately hooked by the swoon-worthy heroes and daring, spunky damsels. Though my reading tastes have definitely matured, I still devour romance novels, especially those of the erotic, paranormal, fantasy, and historical variety.
I like just about all types of romance books, but stories that include adventure, intrigue, or danger have always excited me. If they incorporate some science fiction too, I’m even happier. For my own books, I try to write strong heroines who can fight their own battles but sometimes enjoy letting the hero take the lead.

Find my books here: http://www.bookstrand.com/suzette-rose-cauler.
1) What are you working on?
Right now, I have three works in progress. That's right, three. Somehow I'll get going with a book, get another idea, and have to write about it. The WIP that is nearly done is the first book in a wolf-shifter series. I'm so excited about it. It's a menage, and the characters are really living for me. And, of course, I'm totally in love with my heroes. *sigh*

2) How does your work differ from others in your genre?
Well, all I can say is I'm unique, so my work is just naturally different because I'm creating it. Give a bunch of writers a single plot line, and they'll come up with a slew of different stories, all from unique perspectives. I have so many authors that I idolize, but I take pride in the fact that no one has a voice or a view exactly like mine.

3) Why do you write what you write?
Well, I've been reading romance books for longer than I can remember, and I've always loved them. One thing, though, is that I have never been a big fan of the closed-door romantic scenes. I want to know exactly how the sparks fly when the characters are alone together. That's why I write what I write.
4) How does your writing process work?
Hmmm...It works sort of like this: 
  1. Get an idea that just won't go away. Try to ignore it while I get things done.
  2. See scenes from the book in my head while I'm in the shower, at the grocery story, working, driving, and trying to sleep.
  3. Sit down to write and have words pour out of me until the wee hours of the morning. Forget to sleep and suffer the next day.
  4. Try to write at a more steady pace in between working and chasing children around the house. 
  5. End up back at number 3 all over again--and again, and again.

Seriously, it goes like that for the most part. I tend to get most of my writing done late at night when everyone else is asleep. It's quiet, and I can think straight then. I'm more of a panster than a plotter, so I pretty much just write as the thoughts come to me.

And now, here are the three authors I roped into participating with me. Be sure to check them out!

Jordan Ashley
Lynn Davidson
Rhiannon Ayers

Saturday, July 19, 2014

In the Spotlight: Author Leah Blake

About Leah Blake

I grew up in New Jersey, a short drive outside of Manhattan. I was a busy kid, always somewhere doing something. Dance, gymnastics, swimming, you name it. Yes, I was one of those kids who didn't come home until it was dinner time, played with friends on the street, rode bikes like it was going out of style. My best friend and I used to "produce" our own movies and play wizards and witches on the playground at school. I've always had an imagination that ran wild, and when I was in my pre-teens, I finally put all those outlandish ideas packed in my head to good use. I started writing stories, horror/thriller stories, when I was eleven. Romance wasn't even a consideration until I was in my early twenties. When I made the cross from horror to romance, I discovered exactly what I should have been writing all along, and I've been writing romance ever since.
Now, I live in Florida with my husband and our two children. I write everyday, as much as time allows. My ultimate goal is to write full-time, and I'm hoping there will come a day when I can make that transition to obtain my dream.

 Leah Blake's New Release: 

[Siren Everlasting Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, spanking, cropping, flogging, sex toys, HEA]
Marcus Stark still lives with the pain of abandonment five years after his lover disappeared from his life without an explanation, never forgetting the only man he ever loved.  When he learns Trevor has booked a pricey reservation on Sinn Island, he intends to claim his runaway lover as his submissive in hopes of learning why he left. 
Trevor Dawson’s need to set things straight with Marcus leaves him with a drained savings account and a weekend pass to a new, exclusive Caribbean island, and his ex-lover’s newest haunt. On a whim, he contracts himself to be a submissive only to learn identities are a secret, as are the real owners of Sinn.
Marcus can’t lose Trevor again, and he’s willing to break the rules of Sinn to capture Trevor’s heart.  When Trevor reveals the reason he left Marcus, they must make a daunting decision. Can they overcome the dark stain of their past?  Or will they suffer heartache as the weekend comes to an end?
New Release! Buy it now at: http://www.bookstrand.com/mine-at-midnight


“Marcus,” he called out before doubt had any chance to strangle him. Marcus slowed down and turned, his shaded eyes hiding the core of his expression, which appeared damn stoic and unfazed. Trevor stepped up to him, hands fisted by his sides to hold back the fiery burn to kiss the man and beg for forgiveness.
Marcus lifted his sunglasses to the top of his head and stared at him through dark blue eyes. Trevor swallowed down the memories of those eyes, how they darkened to navy when emotions claimed his lover or how they lightened, if only a little, with playfulness. He spent hours loving to look into Marcus’s eyes, his soul, the inspiration for his art in so many paintings.
“Back there. I wasn’t expecting to see you and, well, it kinda caught me off guard,” Trevor sputtered. He bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut for a spilt second. No, idiot. “What I mean is, I didn’t come here to vacation. I’m here because I was hoping to find you here too.”
“You struck deep, didn’t you?” Marcus asked, making a slight motion to his own neck. Trevor shifted, ignoring the tightness the collar produced with each bolus of anxiety.
“I didn’t know where to start, but I remembered how things used to be and figured I’d give it a try.”
Damn, his face was burning under the piercing scrutiny of his former lover. His closeness, however left his cock throbbing against the zipper of his jeans, craving to indulge in what they once shared.
“I didn’t mean to come off rude, but seeing you again…” Trevor groaned, fisting a hand in his hair. He was never good at speaking under pressure. Leveling his gaze with Marcus, he said, “I’m so sorry about everything.”
“How did you know to come here? It’s not a road trip away,” Marcus pressed, taking a single step closer to Trevor. A good four or five feet still hung between them, but the short gap that Marcus struck away was enough to surround Trevor with the dominating thrum of Marcus’s presence.
Trevor licked his lips, warmth creeping up his neck. “I nosed around a little. A friend of a friend.”
“And how did this ‘friend of a friend’ know of my business on Sinn? Identities are meant to be kept secret here.”
Trevor snorted and rolled his eye to the vibrant green canopy of fronds and the denser casuarinas overhead. “You haven’t been the most inconspicuous as of late. You’ve been a pretty hard partier, hitting headlines in tabloids and such. It wasn’t that difficult to track you down once I knew for certain where to look.”
“And your hunt led you to a private island in the Caribbean that hosts risqué and taboo parties for the wealthy and provides a private sanctuary for those of high society to let loose their desires and indulge.” Another step. The air turned dense and hard to breathe. Trevor refused to step back, even though the sharp edges of Marcus’s personality glimmered in the outer rings of his irises. “What are your desires, Trevor?” He flicked the tag on the collar, his lips curling back. “Did you find it last night?”
Trevor stared at him for a long moment, trying to breathe. Marcus’s voice dipped low, liquid gravel creeping down his spine. That tone, sexually charged and alive…He recognized it.
My Master.
Trevor blinked, thankful for the sunglasses still covering his eyes. Marcus was his Master. This man standing before him, the man who owned him heart and soul off this island, owned him for the next two nights on Sinn.
He bit back the urge to divulge Marcus in this knowledge. If he did, he’d break two bold-and-underlined rules of Breakers—anonymity and privacy.
Maybe I’m wishing for too much. Maybe he isn’t my Master.
“It depends on the aspect you ask,” Trevor finally said, his voice thick with his mounting arousal.
One last step. They stood toe-to-toe, the narrow space between them pulsing with unspent energy. In five years of separation, one thing never died. The raw desire and carefully restrained urgency still hummed as loud and clear as it had during their year-long relationship.
“You, Trevor, are claimed by a Dom. You know what that means, right?” Marcus asked, raising his brows. Trevor nodded once, noting the challenge that lay beneath the man’s expression.
“I belong to another while on the island.”
“Very good. So you standing here with me can cause a major dilemma if your Dom catches you.”
“What if my Dom is you?” Trevor couldn’t stop himself before the words spilled out of his mouth. He wanted to know if Marcus was his Master, and if he could give himself over completely once night fell.
Marcus’s eyes darkened, and a dangerous curl came to the corners of his mouth.
God, I want to kiss you. I want to taste your mouth again.
“Then your Dom has found you and knows you breached agreement.”


“Take everything off, pet.”
Trevor nodded, lightheaded. He tugged the leather pants off Marcus’s narrow hips and was gifted with the thick, pulsing length of his cock so close to his face. He paused, staring at the slick, wet head of his mushroomed tip. One quick taste.
Marcus’s fingers combed into his hair and fisted close to his scalp, tipping his face to look up at him. “Undress me and I’ll decide whether you get my cock or not.”
“Yes, Master,” he whispered, working the leather down Marcus’s legs while remaining in his vulnerable hold. He unlaced Marcus’s boots and tugged each one off, followed by his socks, and at last, his pants. Not once did the man sway or stumble, holding his balance with enviable posture.
Marcus stepped back, releasing his hold on Trevor’s hair. He stood with his feet spread, his eyes intense and observant, and the tails of his flogger lightly slapping his palm. Trevor lowered his gaze to Marcus’s beckoning cock. His velvety flesh was taut over the ridges and veins of his swollen shaft. He was a large man. Trevor suppressed the shiver that touched his nerves as he recalled Marcus fucking him, filling him so much that the any small movement could threaten to make him come.
“You’re trembling,” Marcus noted. Trevor nodded. “Are you nervous?”
“No, Master. I’m eager to be yours again.”
“Would you like to start with sucking my dick, pet?”
Trevor shuffled closer on his knees. “Yes. Oh please, Master. May I?”
Marcus fisted the base of his cock and tipped his crown at Trevor’s lips. The room spun, Trevor’s elation sinking him deep into a dream. “Suck, pet. Swallow me down, but keep your hands to yourself.”
Trevor dug his fingers into his thighs, keeping from touching the masterpiece of a man before him. He flicked out his tongue to take his first taste of Marcus in years, and moaned aloud. Closing his eyes, he sucked the hot shaft to the back of his throat, playing his tongue along Marcus’s length. The salty-sweet delicacy of his lover infiltrated every cell in his body, stirring the itch in his belly to a whirlpool of fierce want. His cock throbbed and downright fucking hurt.
His nails bit into his legs, the battle not to touch and feel Marcus driving him crazy. He sucked hard, remembering how Marcus liked his cock treated with a firm mouth and tight ass, and received a low rumbling sound in response.
“You’re doing a nice job,” Marcus growled, thrusting his hips forward. Trevor took the added length down his throat and hummed, tonguing Marcus’s pulsing shaft. “Fuck, boy. That feels damn good.”
Trevor pumped his mouth up and down his cock, keeping his lips tightly wrapped around the hot, satin-like flesh. He drank each seed of pre-cum, savoring the delicious flavor.
“Yes. Hell yes. Do you want me to come in your mouth?”
Trevor nodded with a muffled “Mmm-hmm.”
Marcus rocked his cock into Trevor’s mouth, meeting each wet glide down his penis so his tip lodged as deep as Trevor could take him.
I want more. I want all of you, Marc. Everything.
Marcus slowed his thrusts, but Trevor kicked up to a frenzied pace, sucking, licking, and moaning, waiting for that single telltale wave along Marcus’s wide dick.
He felt the ripple, the expansion of Marcus’s cock against the inner surface of his mouth. Marcus let out a low moan as the first fierce spurt of cum shot into his mouth and slid to the back of his throat. Trevor caught himself before he grabbed Marcus’s hips, undulating his own hips in rhythm to each fiery jet of his salty treat.
“God, pet. Keep sucking me.” Marcus growled low and deep, the rumbling resonating through Trevor’s muscle down to his bones. He swallowed each dose of semen, reveling in the potent taste of his lover. “Fuck, Trev. Fuck!”
Trevor was shaking as Marcus’s cock softened, the last of his climax seeping over his tongue. Marcus stepped back, pulling his dick from Trevor’s mouth. Trevor pitched forward on his fists, trying to catch his breath as he willed the powerful swell of his own unbearable arousal down to a manageable level.
Nothing is ever manageable when it comes to you.
His hair dusted over his forehead, strands sticking to the thin sheen of sweat that had developed. He flicked his tongue along the corners of his mouth, capturing a remnant of Marcus’s seed and savoring the tiny stolen delight.
“Nicely done.” Marcus’s thick voice reminded him that he was far from through. God, how much more would he have to endure before Marcus gave him his reward? How much more could he endure?
“Master, what else can I do to please you?” Trevor asked, his voice as shaky as his body.
“Back on the bed. I’m not through punishing you.”

Friday, July 18, 2014

Fun Friday: Fiery Chicken and Apple Pie Floats

Friday's back! It's my favorite day of the week, so it's time to try something new. I hunted around to find something to tickle my fancy and actually settled on the drink before I even got close to figuring out what I wanted to eat. I'm listing the drink last this week, though, because it has a dessert quality, and if I start with that, I'll never get around to actually eating dinner.

So can you guess what I'm having? No, it's not apple pie and ice cream, though you'll see why I chose that photo in just a sec. Here goes:
I decided I’d better not try anything too exotic because of my drink choice for tonight. If I eat something too out there, it might not mix well, and that won’t make for a very happy Friday night for this chick. I decided on Fire Roasted Tomato Red Pepper Chicken. It's spicy (though not exotic), and I LOVE that. This recipe calls for chicken breasts, olive oil, bell peppers, parsley, red wine vinegar, garlic, scallions, and ripe tomatoes, which I just happen to have fresh from my garden. It also calls for Romano cheese, but I hate that, so I’m leaving it out. The salt? I'm skipping that too.

Take a look at the recipe here.

Now for the drink! Anyone who knows me will agree that I have a monster sweet tooth. Sometimes I manage to keep it under control, but hey, it’s Friday, so forget all that. I found this recipe for Apple Pie Floats, and OMG, I can’t wait! It’s an adult beverage and a dessert all in one. Yum! It contains ginger-ale, apple orchard liqueur, and vanilla ice cream. I will have just one, I will have just one, I will have just one. Believe me? 

Here’s the recipe.

The mojitos and grilled pizza I tried a couple of weeks ago were a success. I loved them both, so they’ll definitely make a repeat appearance on my dinner table. What are you up to this Friday?

Thursday, July 17, 2014

In the Spotlight: Author Tina Donahue

About Tina Donahue 

Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.

Tina Donahue's Latest Release: 


Fate has cruelly torn them apart through the centuries…
Endless desire and unparalleled love will bring them together a final time.

Through numerous reincarnations, Jade Jacome has adored one man. His love for her has repeatedly led to her murder, always on the same day and time. Jade’s scientific research proves this is their final rebirth, her last chance to outwit destiny and fulfill their passion. Against a backdrop of Brazil’s lushly decadent Carnaval, Jade has forty-eight hours to meet and tempt her lover, now known as Patrick Kane, then break fate’s deadly pattern.
Irresistibly drawn to Rio, Patrick senses Jade’s yearning that matches his. Seeing her again, time stops. Though they’ve never met in this life, he feels their connection, and that she’s in danger because of him. Baffled and unsettled, Patrick resists his attraction to Jade to keep her safe.
In a contest of wills and shameless seduction, Jade must gamble all, even her life, before the anniversary of their first separation or risk losing Patrick forever.



What seemed to be love flared in the woman’s green eyes, further softening her features. A welcoming smile broke across her delicate mouth, creating two dimples.
Pure wonder overcame him. He couldn’t look at her enough to satisfy his lust, heart, and soul.
Reddish-brown hair, shiny and thick, cascaded down her back, the tendrils around her exquisite face wiggling in the wind. Her slender throat bobbed gently with her swallow. Even before he looked, he knew three moles circled her navel, the marks he’d been looking for.
It didn’t make sense. None of this did.
For some reason, he expected her to be wearing a yellow gown, elegant and modest in design.
Clothed in a thong the locals called fio dental or dental floss, she seemed unaware or unconcerned that its bronze color matched her skin, creating an illusion of nudity. The tips of her nipples strained against the stretchy fabric that barely contained her full breasts. No more than a scrap of cloth hid her cunt from him and not very well. The Lycra revealed the outline of her slit that led to her hot, wet sheath.
His lungs burned for air. Steadying himself, he dug his toes in the mud, feeling the bite of sand instead. Surprised and confused, he looked down.
Her voice whispered in his mind, “Esta vez cuando tocamosa.”
The words lingered, chasing away the remaining sounds until they disappeared, leaving a heavy silence. He managed a swallow and a shallow breath that left him hungry for more. Lifting his face, he stared at her, tenderness overwhelming him. Her voice, her promise echoed in his thoughts.
Esta vez cuando tocamosa. This time when we touch.
Hope roared through him with the arrogance of youth, followed by a broken man’s despair. He stopped lifting his hand to invite her closer. Unease crept through him. A warning rang in his mind to keep his distance, to do everything he could to keep her safe.
Above, a gull cried out, interrupting his apprehension, bringing with it the other sounds. Women laughed, men boasted, children shrieked. The reality and normalcy of the beach intruded.
Unsteady, Patrick blinked. What in the hell was happening?
Rubbing water from his eyes, he didn’t immediately look up, concerned that she’d vanished. That she hadn’t been real to begin with.
Her patient gaze told him how wrong he was. She regarded him as though no one else existed.
Patrick’s chest pumped with his erratic breaths. Blood flowed to his groin. His cock thickened painfully wanting inside her sweet cunt.
Just as he was about to act on impulse and go to her, a man from behind caught Patrick’s attention. He looked to be in his early thirties. Although she seemed unaware of him, he stared at her naked ass and legs, his attention more than appreciative. It was fucking possessive, possibly jealous. The kind of prick who talked with his fists to keep a woman in line.
Patrick went hot with outrage, his only thought to see that she was safe. He crossed the beach, stopping directly in front of her. She lifted her face to his, her expression guileless, brimming with what seemed to be adoration.
Baffled…grateful, he recalled her voice in his mind. Or what he thought had been her voice.
This time when we touch.
He remembered his concern, the insane idea that he had to protect her. From the guy behind her? Some other man? Or from himself?
The thought should have struck him as crazy, but he couldn’t dismiss it. Taking a step back, Patrick asked what he had to know but was afraid to face. “Who are you?”

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, July 24th.


Please leave a comment. Tina will be choosing one winner randomly from the comments section. The winner gets her choice of one of Tina’s backlist ebooks – FIFTEEN IN ALL – contemporary, paranormal, suspense, ménage. From this list:

1. Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT
2. Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit
3. Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award
4. In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT
5. Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT
6. The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller
7. Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books
8. Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR
9. SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR
10. Sinfully Wicked – Magnificent – Romancing the Book
11.  Claiming Magique – Top Pick – NOR
12. Illicit Desire – Four Stars Romantic Times
13. Come Fill Me – Five Stars – Guilty Pleasures
14. Losing Control - Four and a Half Stars - Sensual Reads
15. Shameless Desire - Four and Half Stars - The Jeep Diva

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