Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Coming October First!


“What’s so funny?” he demanded to know. A quick look revealed Dammit was still smiling up at them.

“A two-hundred-pound man being held at bay by a little pooch, that’s funny.”

“These are new boots,” Matt pointed out, crossing his arms menacingly. “Is this the thanks I get for repairing your washing machine?”

“Are you trying to intimidate me…Sheriff? Maggie put her hands on her hips in response to him crossing his arms. She was aware the action caused her breasts to swell gently over the low top of her dress. “I’d be careful if I were you.” Her eyes dropped down to Dammit and back up again. “I think I’m the one with the upper hand for a change. Why, I bet I could get you to do just about anything I wanted right now.”

Matt growled threateningly but the light in his eyes told a different story. He was enjoying their playful banter as much as Maggie was. “You can try, baby, but don’t blame me if things get out of hand.”

Maggie’s heart did a flip-flop at the way he’d said baby. Her eyes locked onto his, the look in his gaze heating her blood. “And what might those things be?” Maggie inquired softly, her gaze dropping to his naked chest. She reached up to run her finger over him lightly. “I think I can handle anything that might get out of hand,” she teased, then threatened when he made a slight move, “You better not move a muscle, Sheriff, or you’re boots are history.”

“That sounds like a threat. I think I’m at an unfair disadvantage here.” His body was beginning to show signs of responding to her closeness. “You’re enjoying this,” he ground out. “I’m eager to see how far you’re willing to go.”

“Even if it means bringing you to your knees?” She brought her face closer to his chest and under his watchful scrutiny kissed him lightly. His skin smelled warm and musky, and faintly of the soap she’d used on him earlier. Determined to keep it light, she gently ran her open mouth back and forth over his flesh, losing a little bit of control when her lips brushed his nipple. Her heart jumped, butterflies settling low in her belly.

She couldn’t help herself. Her tongue came out, flicking over the hardened nub, over and over again. Maggie heard his gasp and glanced up, his eyes were glazed with desire. She was trembling inside as the situation began to spiral out of control at a rate she couldn’t keep up with. She liked touching Matt, kissing him. She liked the feel of his muscles quivering under the touch of her hands. And by the dark look on his flushed face, he liked it too.

“Ever been brought to your knees before, Sheriff?” she murmured in a seductively low tone. The desire in his darkening eyes promised Maggie both heaven and hell. And she wanted both.

She had no doubt she could bring him to his knees in a heartbeat.

“You do and I’m taking you with me,” he growled back, watching her finger continue to move over him. She ran a nail from his neck down the center of his chest, to where the triangle of crisp hair disappeared beneath his jeans. Below his belt was his impressive hard-on, pushing against his fly. She recalled all too clearly how good it felt being filled by his cock.

His eyes were bright with burning intensity. After the briefest hesitation her finger continued its downward journey, moving over his belt and slowly, brazenly, tracing the length of his straining zipper. He was big and powerful. They both caught their breath. Matt’s hands were dangling at his sides, clenched into tight fists. Dammit had taken off long ago and as far as she was concerned the game was over. 


Matt apparently felt the same way. He sucked in his breath, grabbing Maggie to him and slamming her body against his. Her startled cry was one of pleasure, not pain, and died beneath the onslaught of his hard, unyielding mouth. She welcomed his rough embrace, and matched the wildness in him. Passion for passion. The intensity of his need thrilled her and she wound her arms around his neck, clinging to him wantonly. Her full breasts were flattened against his bare chest and she opened her mouth to accept the stabbing thrust of his tongue.

Maggie moaned shamelessly. Flames of desire licked at her body as his hands began to travel over her curves, sending her into a whirlwind of sensations. She cried out when they moved from her shoulders down her back, to cup her buttocks, bringing her intimately closer to his burning arousal. All the while Matt thrust his hips against her until they were up against the wall.

Once there, Maggie found herself against the wall. Matt seemed careful not to crush her with his impatient need. His hand moved to the front of her bodice, quickly and expertly undoing the tiny buttons until enough were undone that he could part the material, baring the hidden bounty there. Maggie thought she would die when he stood back a moment to take her in, before tenderly running his palm over her breast as if in awe. His look made her feel beautiful, and desired.

Crying out, she arched into his caress, burying her hands in his hair and clutching him closer when he bent his head and began to nibble and kiss the exposed flesh. His tongue licked a path to the swollen, quivering peaks, driving Maggie a little crazy. She reached down to the belt buckle on his jeans, impatient with her own burning hunger. She wanted him. Now. “Mathew…” Her husky plea demanded everything. “Please…love me,” she begged.

His answer was an animal growl, his actions backing it up. Burying his hands once again in the soft flesh of her buttocks, he jerked her up against his hardness and held her there. Letting her feel his need, grinding himself against her. His nostrils flared with a sharp breath when she began moving her hips in response.

The breath rushed from his body in uncontrolled spurts. “Keep this up and I’ll come just like this…”

“I want you inside me when you come…” she insisted feverishly, trembling wildly against him. She kissed his neck and shoulder, running her tongue down his naked chest while her nails raked the bunched muscles of his back. She could feel something smooth and warm at the center of her womanhood, turning her bones to mush. Making her legs buckle.

She was primed for love and wished fiercely there weren’t any clothes between them. Maggie didn’t care if Matt lowered her to the floor and made love to her. She wanted him too much, and she thought she was getting her unasked for wish when all at once he lifted her into his strong arms.

Instinctively she wrapped her legs around his hips, not questioning where he was taking her. Not caring. She continued to caress his flesh with her hands and lips, seductively rubbing her naked breasts against him and purring like a contented kitten. While Matt moved through the kitchen he nibbled and suckled at the skin below her ear before traveling over the flesh of her neck.

“I’ll never make it upstairs to any bed,” Matt rasped, making it to the dining room table. He cleared it with a single sweep of his long arm, sending the doily and an empty wooden bowl to the floor.

Maggie didn’t have time to protest when he lowered her to the smooth dark surface, pulling her fanny to the very edge of it. The violent hunger in him matched hers, and protesting didn’t enter her mind when Matt moved her skirt aside and pulled her bikini panties from her before parting her legs in one fluid motion. Nor did she have time to feel vulnerable, exposed or embarrassed when he stared down at her nudity for a breathless moment before pressing forward.

He groaned deeply. Her arms reached for him, but he refused to give in to her silent demand. Even though it wasn’t the first time he’d seen her naked, how was he to know an unexpected shyness filled her, lying on her back partially exposed before his eyes?

For some reason, he wanted to prolong the final moment of possession. He gazed down at Maggie, his passion-glazed eyes staking a claim to everything they touched, before he kissed her hungrily. Maggie welcomed his hard kiss, welcomed the roughness of his touch as he finished unbuttoning her dress before pulling it down off her shoulders, tearing it in his haste to have her totally naked beneath him.

His fingers clenched into the soft flesh of her buttocks, kneading the flesh that filled his hands while grinding the shaft of his arousal against the folds of her femininity, teasingly at the gates.

Their moans of animal frustration and mutual satisfaction filled the silence about them. Her nails raked down his muscular back as she began to slip from reality into a world where nothing but the pleasure-filled moment mattered. She arched her body wildly into his but it wasn’t enough.

He surprised her by pulling away.

Originally published at Whiskey Creek Press Torrid.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Busy Weekend & FREE Read!

My company from Maine is gone so I plan to finish a manuscript since I didn't write a single word all week. Today, though, I'll have the grandkids as their parents need a date night, and tomorrow I'm going to see, No Good Deed. Now that looks like a good movie! At least I don't have much left to write before my favorite words, the end, arrive:)

Oh, before I forget, Free just until Monday you can pick up a copy of Party Time, book #4 in my Serve and Submit Series. Smashwords only!

RJ is a Marine, home on leave. Georgia is the woman he gave up before his last deployment. They run into each other at a party and soon realize they still have feelings for one another. As they take up where they left off they have little time to decide, can they say goodbye for good this time, or accept that they belong together?

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Night Terrors

My little grandson Mason has night terrors. He'll be four in December. If you've never seen a child during an episode I'm telling you that it's frightening, and scary as hell. My grandkids often crawl into bed with me at sometime during the night. The first time Mason had a night terror I tried and failed to wake him, comfort him during the event. It only made him more frightened and violent. In doing research I realize now that you should just leave the child alone and they will come out of it by themselves.

Last night Mason had a terrible night terror that lasted about  five minutes. During that time he was crying out, Memaw, Memaw, which is what he calls me. That's the first time he's called for me as it's usually mommy and daddy. He thrashed around and cried out saying several times no, no, and I don't want to. I had to cover my ears because I just couldn't stand lying there and not comforting him. I wanted to cry.

The articles I've read says children usually outgrow night terrors and that they usually occur between four and twelve. Mason has been having them for at least a year already. It's so hard, and heart-breaking hearing him go through an episode.

I pray he outgrows them soon! He's such a sweet kid and he's always happy. Always smiling.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

Another Wild Marauders MC TEASER!

WARNING, explicit language. This is from Lynch's point of view - unedited excerpt. I should have a release date soon.

I was sitting at a table close to the bar with Lenny, Wizard and Yank, discussing their run the night before, and trying to keep Kat, and her sexy fuckin' curves out of my mind. I should have fucked her instead of walking away, Christ, my cock was still hard, but I'd wanted to show her that she wasn't going to control me by giving me her body. I did things my way, and in my own good time. I might want her like fuck but I was just strong enough, and mean enough, to deny myself.

Yeah, I was a real bastard.

Yank, my treasurer, had just confirmed the payoff we'd received was the full ten grand as promised. I had a strict rule that once the goods were delivered and we were handed the payoff that we got the fuck out of there, not counting the money until we were back at the compound. Never could tell if the cops or feds had been tipped off and were on their way to the area, or already waiting to make the jump on us. Usually when that happened they didn’t make their presence known until the deal was done. Besides, I knew if the money came up short, we would get it one way or another, later.

“Good payoff for a short haul,” Yank said, leaning back in his chair.

“The best kind,” Wizard agreed, reaching for his beer.

“The next run won’t be as close, or as easy.” I downed my beer and held up the empty glass. Almost immediately one of the club's sweet butts, a tired looking brunette with too much makeup on and not enough clothes hurried over with a replacement. I ignored her blatant attempt to catch my interest. “What’s the total in the safe?”

Yank didn’t hesitate. “Forty-seven grand.”

I nodded, satisfied. “Make sure our affiliates in town get their cut, pay the brothers, and give Poker’s widow a couple grand.” I didn’t need to ask Yank what would be left. I knew right down to the last penny, and I trusted Yank with the clubs money.

“Poker was a loyal brother.” A moment of silence followed Lenny’s comment as each remembered the fallen brother in their own way. “To Poker,” he followed up, raising his drink. The rest of us did the same.

A shrill whistle echoed through the bar, followed by several unintelligible remarks that were meant as a compliment for the recipient in a crude biker’s way. I watched Tank’s eyes grow round, Ripper’s jaw drop, his beer paused in mid-air on the way up to his bearded mouth, and Fat Boy slap his beefy hand over his heart, before I turned to see what the fuckin' fuss was about. I released a hiss, my gaze falling on where Kat was standing in the entrance way to the room, no doubt looking for me.

My dick stood to attention, remembering what it felt like being squeezed by her tight cunt. The clothes I’d picked up for her outlined her lush curves, revealing that she was a delicious handful. Most of her shapely legs were bare, as was her midriff and one shoulder where the top had slipped down. I grinned, noticing she’d used the lip gloss I’d provided. It had been a last minute purchase and my cock jerked at the thought of having those full shiny lips close over it. I wondered if she knew how fucking sexy she was. Her gaze finally landed on me and she began to make her way in our direction, ignoring the crude remarks and looks of the other men.

“Where do you want me?” She was looking down at me. Her innocent question drew loud laughs from my surrounding brothers.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

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When a ruthless gem smuggler mistakes Sarah for her best friend Susan, she's kidnapped and stashed on an island. Her only hope of rescue is Susan's cousin Clint--a man whose my-way-or-else attitude is as infuriating as his muscular body is distracting.

Clint, ex-Navy SEAL turned mercenary, desperately needs a vacation. Rescuing a kidnapped woman from an island paradise isn't what he had in mind. And when he encounters Sarah's sassy mouth and tempting ways, he soon realizes he's the one in trouble. Clint and Sarah elude her captors, but there's no escaping the attraction sizzling between them. With danger pursuing them, they have to learn to work together. But can an opinionated florist and a rugged mercenary ever find common ground?

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Page Count: 178 
Word Count: 51270


Grabbing his duffel bag, Clint sprinted in the direction of the trees, leaving Sarah to follow. She’d learn soon enough that he wasn’t going to wait for her. They’d almost reached the safety of the trees when the first shot rang out. It whizzed past them ricocheting off a nearby tree, splintering the bark over their heads. He glanced back, swearing. Just as he’d expected, Sarah had come to a halt and was looking around as though wondering what had just happened.

“Keep moving!” he commanded, grabbing her arm. He gave her a violent shove in front of him where he could keep his eyes on her, and ducked when another bullet whizzed past. Soon after, a volley of gunfire erupted, forcing Clint to push her to the ground before they shot her head off.

She screamed when he careened into her and, in seconds, they were slipping on the muddy earth. Keeping his hands on her hips, he forced her to crawl behind a large tree. As they came to rest against it, flying bark sprayed the area around them.

“We have to keep moving!” Sarah cried above the sound of gunfire. “They’re coming!” She tried to struggle to her feet, but Clint easily held her down.

“No!” he said against her ear. “They’re still back at the house. They’re shooting wild, hoping to scare us out in the open. We still have a good head start,” he finished in a calm tone.

“You sound like you’re used to this,” she commented, trembling beneath his weight. She cried out again when another bullet hit the ground in front of them.

Clint forced her head down, lying protectively over her, all the while knowing that if a bullet went through him, it would probably go through her too. “Pray, angel.”

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Monday, September 1, 2014

Author Amanda Meuwissen

I’m a Writer Because I Want to Change Lives

I’m the youngest of five children and my closest in age sister is six years older, so I had a lot of time as a child as just me, and a lot of time alone with my parents once I was a teenager. I could basically be considered both a youngest child and an only child, and my personality reflects that.

I also moved out into the country away from any nearby kids my age when I was only five years old, so I spent a lot of time playing alone. This, I feel, really fueled my imagination, because I was always outside in the trees fighting dragons, or deep in my toys thinking up fantastical tales. That was my entertainment.

That and TV, movies, and video games, which I devoured liberally all my childhood and which helped me develop an instant love of all forms of storytelling. It was inevitable that I would want to create my own stories. I wrote from an early age, though for years it didn’t occur to me to pursue being a writer. I wrote for me, and eventually for those few early fans of my fanfiction.

Finally, Junior year of high school when I was trying to decide where to attend college and what I wanted to major in, I realized that my two greatest loves were writing and acting. What finally made the choice between the two for me was a comment on one of my fanfics at the time.

There was a fanfic by another author that I had adored, dealing with depression and eventual suicide. I contacted her to say how much I loved it but that I really wished the character could have lived, that they could have found some hope. She agreed, but hadn’t been able to write it herself in a way that worked. She handed it over to me to create an alternate ending where the character was able to find some peace, at least enough to strive forward.

I received an anonymous review from someone who said that what I wrote really touched them, during a time when they were truly depressed and considering suicide themselves, and that it had made them stop and reevaluate why they needed to keep going. I was so dumbstruck, so touched that something I wrote could do that for someone that I knew I could never do anything else.

I strive with every piece of writing to maybe, just maybe, reach someone again as I did then. That mere possibility that we could change someone’s life for the better is all the reason anyone needs to take up the pen.

The Incubus Saga
by Amanda Meuwissen



INCUBUS: Nathan only ever wanted a normal life, but for him, life, family, and love are anything but normal.

On the other side of the Veil, dark and light fae exist outside the knowledge of most humans. Nathan Grier was born human, but his twin brother Jim is a changeling. On the run since they were children, time for both of them is running out. Turning to fae hunter Sasha Kelly for help, Nathan must soon face his growing feelings for the other man while trying to save himself and his brother from a fate worse than death.

CHANGELING: Nathan Grier’s dark fae bounty looms overhead. As he faces the very real threat of becoming a slave to the bounty’s owner, his brother Jim uses his changeling abilities more and more trying to save him. Every changeling throughout history turns evil once their powers manifest, meaning time may be running out for both of them as Jim nears True Awakening.

Fae hunter and incubus, Sasha Kelly, is prophesized to save Nathan, but while Nathan has embraced his feelings for the other man, he fears their time together will be cut short—either from his impending fate…or Jim’s.



Incubus Excerpt

Nathan Grier hit the ground hard on his hands and knees, gasping for breath. Traveling through the Veil with Jim had always been so effortless. Nathan had forgotten how much his brother’s presence protected him. Without Jim, even a brief trip just hurt everywhere.

Pushing up from the ground and sitting back on his heels, Nathan gulped down air to steady his pulse. He looked around quickly, taking in the dark landscape. It was still night but there was light steadily growing on the horizon.

He did not have much time.

Nathan struggled to his feet and took a few pained steps forward to the edge of the cliff. Below was St. Brides Bay, empty of divers and kayaks at this early hour. Normally, Nathan would be able to clearly see the lush green hills, steep drop-offs, and spattering of flowers that had not yet died with the growing autumn cold, but for now the world was covered in darkness.

He pulled his jacket more tightly around him, swallowing hard as he peered down the long expanse to the beach below. The wind was whipping harshly through his short black hair as if it desired nothing more than to see him blown right over the edge.

Turning back to the Veil doorway he had come from, Nathan saw that it was no longer visible, though he knew it was still there. He had crossed the ocean in search of a Power Point strong enough to summon a Messenger. The doorway was where the Messenger would appear.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Amanda Meuwissen is the author of The Incubus Saga and the novelette The Collector. She has a Bachelor of Arts in a personally designed major from St. Olaf College in Creative Writing, and has been writing and posting online for many years, including maintaining the blog for the customer engagement company Outsell. She spent a summer writing screenplay script coverages for a company in L.A., and is an avid writer and consumer of fiction through film, prose, and video games.

Amanda also serves as COO and Managing Editor for BigWorldNetwork.com. She oversees editing and series selection, as well as being involved in marketing and promotion, and is featured as a narrator for several BWN series.

Amanda lives in Minneapolis, MN, with her husband, John, and their cats, Helga and Sasha (no connection to the incubus of the same name).

Website: https://bigworldnetwork.com/site/series/incubus
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Labor Day

Labor is the burden of our being,
A weight that weds us firmly to the earth,
Blessed servitude that serves a common meaning
On which each may erect a sense of worth.
Remember, then, the beauty of a calling
Demanding both integrity and skill:
A dancer in the drifts of early morning,
Yet traveling towards sunset through sheer will.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Excerpt of Wild Marauders MC

Almost done with this story friends. This unedited excerpt is from Lynch's point of view -

I took Kat to my office and continued through the room to where my bedroom was located. Pulling her inside the room, I slammed the door shut and released her. She turned to face me, slamming her hands on her hips. Sweet fuck! Her nipples were practically poking through the silk covering them and putting her hands on her hips only stretched the material tighter. But what really got to me was the arousal on her flushed face. I was glad to see that I wasn’t the only one confused over the fucking lust hammering at us.

I looked her up and down, crossing my arms over my chest. “Take it off.”

Her jaw dropped and her eyes grew round. “What?”

“Take it off. It doesn’t belong to you.” I glared pointedly at her top. She was going to have to learn to stop taking things without asking first. As far as I was concerned, this was a fucking lesson.

“Where’s my shirt?” she asked, looking around the room.

“Your shirt belongs to the club now. You belong to me. Now take it off.”

"I'm not a fucking piece of property!" she frowned. "I don't belong to anyone."

I could see the stubbornness in the tilt of her chin. For a moment we stared each other down. Jesus she was a pain in the ass. I had half a mind to give her to Chicken to take care of.

"You're crazy if you think I'm going to strip for you!" she hissed. "You're a pig!"

I narrowed my gaze at her insult, raising an eyebrow. "Is that the best you can do?" I don't know why I was putting up with her shit. The whole situation with her was turning into one big fuck-up.

With a huff she swung around and proceeded to pull the top out of the waistband of her jeans.

“No, baby.” She turned her head enough to look over her shoulder at me. “I want to see those tits.”

She turned back to me.If looks could kill I’d be dead but I didn’t let it bother me. My gut told me that she was fighting against something between us, too. Once the top was free of her pants she reached for the hem and brought it up and over her head. She threw the garment at me, her large tits bouncing with her movement. By the time I caught it and glanced back she’d crossed her arms over my favorite parts. With a snarl I tossed the top aside and went to her.

"Don't touch me!" she said, backing up with nowhere to go. A gasp escaped her when I backed her up against the wall.

“I told you I want to see your tits, and that includes your nipples.” I grabbed her wrists and jerked her arms apart, my gaze zeroing in on her magnificent, big nippled tits. Shit, I knew they were the real deal. I reached forward and covered them, squeezing the heavy mounds until she reacted.

The breath hissed from Kat and I knew I had to have a lick.

Saturday, August 23, 2014

Look What's Available for Pre-order!

You can pre-order Out of Control at Amazon, Smashwords or All Romance Ebooks right now friends!
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Logan Knight is recuperating from a fire that killed his two best friends. Libby Turner is on a mission to keep her beloved grandmother out of an assisted living facility. From the moment the two meet, sparks fly and they can't keep their hands off each other. Can they stick to their plan of keeping their relationship strictly sexual or do they give in to the love that claims their hearts?

***Previously released as It's All in the Jeans at Whiskey Creek Press under the author's real name.***

Friday, August 22, 2014

Best Seller!

I got a nice surprise when I went to All Romance Ebooks yesterday and saw that Touch Me is a best seller! Nice, huh?  

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Stone by Rie Warren

Welcome to the cover reveal for STONE: AT YOUR SERVICE an erotic romance by Rie Warren, coming September 25th to a book retailer near you! This post is part of a tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions.

Rie will award a Carolina Bad Boys swag pack including an ARC of Stone to a randomly drawn winner during the tour via the rafflecopter at the end of this post (International winner).

Check out this gorgeous cover and find out more about the upcoming release:

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And here's what the story is about!

One bad boy mechanic, one sexy romance writer, and an impossible situation. Hell on wheels? More like hell in high heels.

Bad boy mechanic Josh Stone likes to get his hands dirty any way he can—the filthier, the better. Ever since his wife walked out on him and their young son, he’s only had room in his heart for two loves: the kid and cars.

Roped into playing his best buddy’s gay boyfriend during a romance writers convention, the player meets the girl who’s gonna rock his world. Leelee Songchild. Shy, bashful, beautiful Leelee who blushes at the drop of a hat yet writes hardcore smut to rival Josh’s backlist of Penthouse Forum.

The only problem is his hands are tied. Josh can’t stab his old friend/fake lover in the back even though all he wants to do is take luscious Leelee to bed, and maybe, love her. When the truth comes out, all hell breaks loose. Too bad romance is just for books.

WARNING: Uncompromisingly hot sex, hilarious hijinks, and heartfelt romance—STONE is a triple threat.

How about a sneak peek to whet your appetite?

Ramada’s valet parking sucked balls and cost a mint. The hotel was lit up like a fairytale palace—or a whorehouse, depending how you looked at it--with people coming and going. It was busier than Stone's before a holiday weekend, when everyone in the tri-counties seemed to get a flat tire. Bellhops wearing pained grins pushed wheeled-carts toppling over with boxes from the convention attendees through the carousel doors.

I wielded our cart into the lobby, following Nicky as he strolled up to the check-in desk. His demeanor changed the second we walked through the doors. Gone was the scrappy South Cackalackee bruiser who knew how to take a hit and knock a fucker to the ground. He rolled up the sleeves on his oxford twice, neatened his hair back into a slick knot, and greeted people with effortless charm.

While we stood in line and he made small talk here and there, a commotion at the back of the queue drew my attention. A gal wrangled with her cart and then watched—eyes and mouth open wide—as four boxes crashed to the floor. Books, dresses, shoes, wigs . . . lingerie swam onto the polished marble floor.

I noticed her cock-up with the cart first.

Her legs second.

Her tits third.

Her face last.

Holy fuck.

“Who the hell is that?” I whispered, pointing at the babe surrounded by ten tons of shit spilling all over the floor.

Nicky glanced over my shoulder. “No idea. New kid on the block, I guess.”

“I’m gonna go help her.” I shouldered through the crowd and squatted down before her. “Need a hand?” Because one thing Ma had taught me was always help out a woman in need.

She blew a tendril of the lightest red hair from her brow. “I’d sure appreciate it.”

And I was a goner.

I packed her stuff back up under her guidance and stacked it smartly onto the cart, willing myself not to look at her as I stepped back. Definitely not remembering the lace, the frills, the full-on feminine lingerie I’d handled.

“My knight in shinin’ armor?”

Shaking my head, I backed away. I saw Nicky at the elevators, waiting for me. “Not really, miss.”

Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. 
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.

You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. 



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I have a VIRUS!

Just popping in to let you know I haven't posted much lately due to my computer being at the doctors. Yes, it has a bad virus! My old computer, the one I'm typing on now, sucks. Half the time it won't even sign onto the Internet. 

So I dropped my computer off Saturday morning with the promise it would only be a couple of days. Here it is Wednesday, so I called them and was told they couldn't find my computer. What!!?? They had the empty computer case I'd dropped it off in, though. 

After about an hour the guy called me back. We found it! But it had been forgotten and they still needed to finish getting the virus off. He told me to give him a couple of hours and he would personally take care of it so I could pick it up tonight. 

Well, we'll see...

Friday, August 15, 2014

Review for Touch Me Got Me to Thinking...

I have two interracial romances out right now and Touch Me recently received a nice 4-star review. Part of the review said,  "I don't remember the author ever mentioning their racial background. Don't get me wrong, it's well written and the characters are like able. Great sex scenes."  Do you have to mention the racial background? The cover clearly shows that the couple are interracial, and since this is the interracial version of Up in Flames, I did go through the story and make the necessary changes with regard to the heroine. It didn't amount to much, because even though the heroine in Up in Flames is white, the only thing in that version that indicates she's white, other than the cover, is her blond hair and eye color.

In Touch Me I changed it to black hair and brown eyes.

I've read several multicultural books. I don't recall the author going out of his/her way to state the racial background because I assumed if one of the characters on the cover is African American, Asian, Native American or any other race that that is the kind of hero or heroine in the story. 

Wouldn't you? I'm serious. I've never thought about it before. Maybe I take it for granted that readers will know when they pick up one of my stories that the cover pretty much explains the race of my main characters. 

Man, my brain hurts when I have to think! lol

Monday, August 11, 2014

On to Something?

I am pleasantly surprised that the interracial version of Up in Flames, Touch Me, has hit the ground running! Maybe I'm on to something, offering the same story in a different version. It didn't take much to go in and make a few changes to one of my main characters, a new cover and title, to be able to offer it to a new audience. 

My daughter, being married to an African American, has been bugging me to include one as the hero in one of my stories. 

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Touch Me Excerpt

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right after the elevator scene...

“You okay?”

His concern was touching. She smiled. “Very.”

The elevator began to move. Ohmygod! Talk about bad timing. Their gazes met. James moved quickly and hit the button to stop it. Rachel’s eyes rounded with fear but before she could say anything, he hit the button to the tenth floor.

“What, where are we going?” She tried to calm herself. The elevator was moving again and in a matter of seconds, she would be out.

“There’s no way in hell we’re going down like this.” He removed his shirt and brought it around Rachel’s shoulders. Then bent and scooped up her clothing. “We’re going to my office.”

The doors opened. Rachel rushed out, unconcerned with her undressed state. She sucked in several lung full’s of fresh air-conditioned air. A quick glance told her they were alone. The clock on the wall revealed it was almost seven-ten. The whole building was probably empty by now.

James passed her and she followed him to his office. He closed and locked the door behind them. She watched him toss her clothes to the sofa, and turn on a desk lamp. When he turned to face her, his gaze traveled down her body in a lingering, visual caress. Remembering her pussy was exposed, Rachel pulled his shirt around her. A crooked grin covered his face, too sexy for words. Suddenly she felt exposed and shy. They’d just had smoking hot sex in the elevator, where did they go from there?

He walked back to her with a lazy, satisfied look on his face, the glaze of their recent intimacy still evident in his eyes. Rachel tried to avoid looking down at his pants, when she knew they were still unzipped and parted. Excitement filled her senses. Cum was running down the inside of her thigh and she resisted rubbing her legs together to stop the tickle. She began to tingle all over, anticipating that they would fuck again. She’d enjoyed his magnificent cock inside her and wanted to experience it again.

“What do we do now?” she asked when James halted within an inch from her.

“I want to see all of you. Take your clothes off.”