Over the years my writing has revolved from the traditional sweet romance of
Cupid's Arrow to the highly erotic romance of
Talk Dirty to Me and
Breathless Surrender. Both are Quickies with
Ellora's Cave. And if you know anything about Ellora's Cave then you know their stories are hot, almost anything goes, explicit romances.
Cupid's Arrow was my first book published with
Whiskey Creek Press and I'm proud to say it was on the publisher's best sellers list for two consecutive months.
Cupid's Arrow excerpt -
The bathroom wasn't all that big and when Mike stepped further into the room it shrunk even smaller. "Sorry if I frightened you." As he spoke his eyes moved around the room, searching for a good place for her to sit. There was only one place high enough. "Up." He patted the vanity top.
"Up? I don't think..." Before she could brace herself Mike's hands went to her waist, hoisting her up without any trouble. She caught her breath when her legs came in contact with the cold marble surface.
"You were saying?" He took in her pretty blush, noticing she couldn't meet his eyes.
"Do you always get your way?" There was a slight tremor in her voice, which didn't go unnoticed by Mike.
He couldn't help wondering if she was as effected as he was by their close proximity. He began questioning his common sense. Her sitting on the vanity brought them almost at eye level.
"When it matters," he responded with amusement He lowered his gaze, taking in the blood soaking her costume before opening the kit to see what it offered. Not much, but at least it had bandages and antibiotic ointment. He set it aside, reaching for Emma's leg.
She stiffened immediately.
"Ouch."
His eyes shot up to hers. "I haven't even touched you yet."
"I'm practicing," she said with sass, the light in her eyes catching Mike's interest and turning him warm inside.
For a second he wanted to do something crazy, like kiss that soft mouth. He wanted to know if it taste as sweet as it looked. He wondered if kissing her would erase the humor that always seemed present in her eyes, replacing it with something else. Something hot and needy. When he realized he was staring at her mouth he literally shook his head, swearing beneath his breath.
"Are you okay?" There was nothing at all innocent about her question. Not when she used that low, seductive tone and was looking at him like something she wanted to lap up.
Was he okay? Hell, he hadn't been okay since the first time he looked into her large, brown eyes. He managed to find enough strength to ignore her comment, bending to the task at hand. His hands reached for the fabric covering her thigh, gently parting it where it was torn.
Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves and stop the shaking of his hands, he carefully inspected the wound. His fingers and knuckles grazed Emma's soft skin and he clenched his teeth to ignore the rush of heat exploding through him. He couldn't recall the last time he'd touched anything so satiny.
He gently probed the area, searching for any remaining glass. Emma caught her breath, stiffening, her hands falling upon his shoulders as though to push him away. Mike slowly raised his eyes to hers, losing himself in the sensual pools. His hands faltered. The glare of the bathroom light emphasized the situation between them making it more intimate than it should be.
"It's not deep, you won't need stitches. But if it heals up with glass inside it could become infected."
"I know you're not hurting me on purpose, Mike. Maybe I need a bullet to bite on or something." The soft look in her eyes told him she trusted him. "Do what you need to do."
What he needed to do and what he wanted to do was the same thing. If Emma only knew what she was inviting, he thought to himself. He was standing between her glorious thighs, touching her, his gaze dropped to her breasts noticing the peaks were crowned. They rose and fell softly with her every breath, teasing him, almost begging him for attention. If he made it out of there without making a complete fool of himself it would be a miracle.
As if sensing the direction of his thoughts Emma suddenly removed her hands from his shoulders. Lord, he thought, just let him finish up and get the hell out of there while he could still walk.
Talk Dirty to Me excerpt -
Blake figured about five minutes had passed but he was still too weak to move. Lilly had always had the power to drain him completely. He’d never met another woman who came close.
There was something about making love with her that affected him on all levels, and had since the very beginning. She’d been his only virgin. Blake supposed that might contribute to his possessive feelings toward her. Oh, he didn’t doubt Lilly had an active dating, if not sex, life. Ross had dropped a line or two about who she was seeing at one time or another. Blake hadn’t liked the idea of Lilly with another man, but he’d had no claim on her. That was going to change before he left again. He’d thought leaving would dim his memory of her and allow her time to grow up and experience the world.
All it had accomplished was showing him how much he wanted her in his life.
“I know you’re still alive.” Lilly’s sassy tone drew a smile. “I thought you had more stamina than that.” She thrust her pussy against his loins.
That sounded like a challenge. Blake pulled back far enough to meet the humor swimming in her eyes. “Be careful what you wish for, little girl.” He lowered his gaze to the full breasts he was smashing with his chest. He liked the feel of her hard nipples digging into his flesh. The scent of spent sex was strong about them, and very arousing. “There’s nothing wrong with my stamina.”
“Oh?” Lilly laughed softly. “If you say so.” Her tone clearly said she didn’t believe it, though.
The little witch! Never one to turn down a challenge, Blake stood back, pulled her from the table by the arm and slung her over his shoulder.
“Oh! Just what do you think you’re doing?”
“I wouldn’t want to disappoint a lady.” He headed for her bedroom. “I hope you like the view from there.” He heard her chuckle and slapped her ass. “Nice butterfly tat.”
“Ouch!” She stiffened against him. Her sharp tone revealed he’d caught her by surprise. “Do that again and I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” Blake slapped her pretty little butterfly. “A good spanking is exactly what this tight little ass needs.”
He liked the feel of her naked breasts against the back of his shoulders, her wet pussy rubbing against his chest. Her cute butt was close enough to bite, but spanking it instead was just as much of a turn-on. He had a serious itch for her and if nothing else that weekend he was going to fuck Lilly enough times to assuage his raging need for her.
His cock was already swelling with the thought of another wild romp. He brought his hand down on her bare ass again, harder this time. Blaming her for the constant hard-on he’d had all year.
