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Today, I've chosen six sentences from my new release, UNDER THE COVERS. This is the fifth book in the Lothario series.
In this scene, Bree has just used some rib bruising moves on  Drew  when he surprised her in the shower, proving you really shouldn't sneak up on FBI agents, even when they're wet and naked!
"What the hell did you think you were doing? I could have killed you!"Drew reached for her, and in less time than it took to blink, he'd discarded her terry cloth armor and pulled her hard against him. "I doubt that, but it would be nice to see you try." His tongue captured a drop of water trailing down her neck. "Want to give it a try, darlin'?" 
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It's here! Book 5 in the Lothario series, UNDER THE COVERS, is available today!!
Blurb - 
The Lothario, aka THE LUST BOAT, sails again!Special Agent, Bree Stanton has big plans. As soon as she solves her current case, she's moving on, even if it means leaving her heart behind. Falling in love with Drew Whitcomb was never supposed to happen, but she has no intention of giving up her dreams for a guy who's content to spend his days judging lewd contests, and pining for his best friend's wife.
Drew's job providing security for the Lothario's owners is the perfect cover. Keeping an eye on Bree isn't a hardship, but keeping his hands off her is more difficult. And convincing her to give him a chance is proving to be a mission impossible, given that she thinks he's still in love with his former partner, now his best friend's wife. Drew is looking forward to the day he can show Bree the man under the cover, but until that day, he's going to do all he can to make sure she won't leave him when he does.
Set sail on the Lothario for a voyage filled with sex, lies and spies, and a bit of romance too!
Excerpt - 
"More." Her lips formed the word, but she couldn't be sure there had been a voice behind it. She couldn't take anymore, but at the same time, she never wanted this to end. Who knew? Who knew a person could die of pleasure? And be happy about it?"God, Woman…" The growled words preceeded Drew's hard body falling against hers, mashing her beneath a wall of solid muscle and heat. So much heat. His hands slipped beneath her, cradling her ass, and tilting her to a better angle to receive his thrusts. Thrusts that had been agonizingly slow, making her scream inside when he pulled out, and filling something she'd never known was empty when he buried to the hilt again, came faster and harder now. He'd heard her, or read her mind. She didn't care which, as her body began that familiar spiral toward heaven, or hell, depending on how you viewed it. It was heaven as long as she didn't think too hard about who was taking her there. She willed that thought away, knowing all too soon she'd come crashing back to the hell of reality.Heaven glistened brighter than it ever had. Drew anchored her to earth, stretched full length over her. His strong arms bracketed her face as he reached above her head to take her hands in his. She clung to him as the powerful orgasm roared through her, and just when the last tremor subsided, Drew flexed his hips and buried his cock hard against her womb. The walls of her pussy had never been more sensitive. She felt every involuntary thrust, every pulse, every hot spurt. She grinned at the unintelligible grunts and groans next to her ear that told her Drew wasn't any less affected than she was. As good as his skin felt against hers, she needed to breathe. "Drew…""Huh?""Air. I need…" He released her hands and rolled to the floor beside her. The air-conditioned air raised goose bumps on her damp skin. Drew reached out and pulled her to him so she lay half-sprawled across his chest. His warm, heaving chest."Body heat…conserve…" She recognized the training mantra. Survival mode. Do whatever it takes to survive, because dead is final. She had her own survival mantra. Stay the hell away from Drew Whitcomb. She couldn't let him see how much his touch affected her, how deeply he'd gotten under her skin. She had her plans, plans that didn't include staying on this ship, or staying anywhere for any length of time. Drew was an anchor, and if she clung to him, he'd drag her down to the bottom of the ocean, and she'd drown in her own dreams. Her body still hummed with the drugging effect of good sex. She pushed up and away from the one place her body wanted to be right now. Only a fool fell under the oxytocin spell, and she'd fallen harder than most. Hormones made you stupid. Trusting and stupid."Where 'ya goin' darlin'?""Do you know you drop half of every word when you're under the influence?" Bree squinted into the darkness, looking for her wrap. Drew rolled to his side. She jerked when one finger brushed her ankle. She had to get out of here before he touched her again."Influence?"She caught a glimpse of something blue and headed in that direction. "Oxytocin," she explained. "The cuddle hormone." She picked up her sarong and fastened it around her, wishing it was made of something impenetrable, like steel. The thin silk wasn't any kind of barrier against Drew's potent touch. All he had to do was brush against her and her pituitary gland sent an overdose of oxytocin into her bloodstream – making her stupid.He'd risen to his full height, still magnificently naked, and semi-aroused now that he'd removed the condom. Maybe there was more than oxytocin at work here. She had to concentrate to keep her feet from moving toward him. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. "You know, it's the hormone that makes us trusting, makes us want to cuddle."His lips inched up at the corners. "Oh? And you think I'm under the influence of this, cuddle hormone?""Yes, I do," she stated. Think. Put this in prospective. "It's released by touching, and during sex.""Really," it wasn't a question or a statement. "And are you too under the influence?"Bree nodded. "Yes, I am. That's why I'm leaving." It was a ridiculous statement since her feet were glued to the floor. Drew's half smile had grown to a full-blown one. He took a step closer."Are you saying that my touch makes you trust me? It makes you want to cuddle with me?"Oh, dear God. "It also makes me say things I shouldn't – obviously. Or that could be the testosterone."He took another step toward her, and she could almost see the testosterone shimmering off his body. "Testosterone?""Uhm…yes. It increases in women when they're sexually aroused." Stupid."And are you sexually aroused right now?""No," she lied. "As much as I'm enjoying this little Biology lesson, I'm much better with hands on experimentation." He crooked his finger at her in an age-old signal. "Why don't you come here and we'll test out your theories – again.""No. No, I…can't…I have to…go."A movement just out of her narrowed vision caught her attention, and her gaze flickered down. Drew's cock stood at full attention and if she wasn't mistaken, it grew under her gaze. Her legs trembled enough to shake her feet loose from the floor. She bolted for the door and came up short when it wouldn't open.Damn. Locked. She hadn't heard him move. He stood behind her, not touching, except for his hot breath near her ear. One arm reached out and punched in a code. The opaque glass doors slid open and she ran as fast as her wobbly legs could carry her.
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Blurb - Bluegrass superstar Nic Taylor is ruined by the publication of a romance novel he swears isn't about him. Forced out of his legendary father's band, Nic quits the green hills of Tennessee for the seaside paradise of Malibu, California. There he must confront June Cricket, a real-life fan who isn't about to back down from writing the sequel that could make her a star.

Take Me for Longing is a romance novella--the first in the American Heartstrings Trilogy.

I'm excited to be here because I'm a huge Roz Lee fan. If you're reading this, you are too, so we already have something in common!
I'm Felice Fox, and my new book, Take Me for Longing , is the first in a 3-book series with a bluegrass heartthrob as the hero. I've been a fan of bluegrass music for a long time, so writing a story set in this world was a natural choice. Bluegrass, unlike most other genres, is inclusive, warm and its top artists relatively accessible to fans. The community is richly textured, though it has been featured in few (if any) romance novels. There's a whole new crop of bluegrass musicians that are young, feisty, funny and talented—musicians who get up on stage and expose their creative soul to the world. And isn't that why we love them?I spent this past weekend in the great bluegrass state of Washington. Huh? Yes, Washington state, up there in the top left corner, is host to the annual Wintergrass Bluegrass Festival with over 4,000 attendees. Bluegrass festivals are friendly places with several big stages for scheduled performers and any number of impromptu jam sessions where anyone can sidle up and play, or watch and listen. In fact, jam circles, big and small, were tucked into every possible nook and cranny of the hotel where the festival was held—even under stairwells. Clusters will form, made up of an inner circle of musicians who don't always know each other, and an outer circle of admirers. The clusters expand or shrink, depending, and eventually dissipate. People of all ages and stages participate. Festival headliners, the stars of bluegrass, are often hanging around in between performances.Speaking of superstars, the Claire Lynch Band played to packed, standing-room only crowds at Wintergrass. After one fantastic set, Claire, twice named International Bluegrass Music Association Female Vocalist of the Year, and recipient of multiple Grammy and other IBMA nominations was out in the lobby, chatting with fans and old friends. She is one of the most successful female artists in bluegrass, and yet there she was, hanging out, being her charming, effervescent self. Every bit as lovely off stage, as she is on. It just doesn't work that way in other genres of music—not without a VIP pass—and even then you'd still have to get past the entourage. Not all bluegrass shows and venues are like this, but when it comes to festivals, it is fairly common. This open atmosphere is great fodder for romance. Imagine a place where sexy, friendly, musicians are not just to be admired from a distance, but actual people you might just get to know. This is what happened to my heroine, June Cricket, in Take Me for Longing. The man she lusted after wasn't just a talented musician with a pretty face she could never hope to meet—Nic Taylor was someone she came to know as a person, and she changed his life completely.Take Me for Longing is the first in a trilogy of bluegrass-themed romances around the Taylors, a legendary bluegrass family band (made up of smokin' hot brothers and one particularly mean ol' dad). When we're done, I think The Taylors will prove, once and for all, that rock and country do not have a monopoly on crush-worthy musical talent! Since most people don't think of bluegrass as a very sexy genre (George Clooney's performance in O' Brother Where Art Thou notwithstanding), I'd like to leave you with this example of the man-candy-ness of good old American Bluegrass, courtesy of Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers





About the Author -  



Felice began writing professionally in 2001 and is a bestselling author in the non-fiction market under another name. Her work appears in online learning courses and many popular websites too. Take Me for Longing, the first novella in the American Heartstrings Series, is Felice's fiction debut.Felice attributes her love of romance novels to a feverish bout with The Kissing Disease at an early age.She lives, loves and listens to bluegrass music in Los Angeles, California.


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Excerpt -


 June's hand trembled as she took the microphone at the edge of the stage and gazed out at the crowd of thousands, stretching up the grassy hillside in the late August heat.       It's just a publicity stunt to promote the book, she told herself. Nothing to worry about.       She gave them her best Hollywood smile and pulled a small piece of notepaper from her pocket—like she needed a reminder of who was getting ready to take the stage. Carolina Jones was an all-star bluegrass band and half the people at the festival were here to see them anyway.       She glanced at her notes, gathering up her courage. She had been pushed uncomfortably into the limelight, but wasn't it what she had dreamed of all along? Before she got the first line of introduction out, the band had taken their places on stage, staring at her with big Cheshire cat grins. Lucinda, the buxom, redheaded singer called out to her.       "So June, we here in the band all read your luuuverly book. Hot and steamy as all get out!"       Catcalls and whistles erupted from the crowd.       "But we're dyin' to know who it's about. Who was your 'inspiration'? Not any of these ugly fellers, I hope." The crowd hooted and Lucinda rolled on. "We promise not to tell anyone. Right y'all?"       June smirked and shook her head. This wasn't how her publicist said it would go.       "I'll never tell," June said, a little too close to the microphone. She recoiled as the feedback hit her ears.       "Well, if it's all the same to you, we kinda put together a betting pool." Lucinda took a hundred dollar bill from her pocket, folded it once lengthwise and tucked it at the top of her guitar's fret board, waving like a little green flag. "We all passed your book around the campfire last night and read out the steamy parts. Now we've each got some idea of who it is—'a course Daniel over there thinks it was about him." The crowd laughed. "Come on over here."       "No—no thank you!" said June, a hoarse laugh catching in her throat as she backed away.       Lucinda waltzed over, stuffed June's introduction notes in her own pocket, then dragged her to center stage.       The crowd cheered.       "You all have heard of Ms. June Cricket, have ya not? Her little bestselling book has gone and brought the sexy back to bluegrass! She'll be signing it in the autograph tent later, so you go and get a copy for yourself, or your wife or girlfriend. You'll thank me!"       June smiled. Maybe it wasn't going badly after all. Now if Lucinda would just let go—       Lucinda pulled her closer.       "Was it Bo Bentley?" she whispered. Her warm breath billowed into June's ear, sending a shiver up her spine. "It was, wasn't it?!" Lucinda's eyes sparkled and June felt a little sick. Why does everyone want to know so badly? She was too mortified to ever tell. It was better for everyone involved if she kept her hero's true identity a mystery.       June shook her head.       "No, it wasn't. Sorry."       June raised a hand to wave to the crowd and turned to exit the stage, but someone else from the band stepped out in front of her and pulled her close. He whispered and June shook her head.       Then another.       And another.       June laughed. What was she worried about? They would never guess.       Daniel, the banjo player sauntered over.       "It wasn't you, Daniel," June teased, shooing him away. The crowd ate it up. She would be signing books until sunrise.       Daniel moved in closer, ran the back of his hand down the length of her bare arm and grinned.       "Coulda' been," he said, in a sultry baritone loud enough to elicit whistles from the crowd. Then he leaned in close and lowered his voice, whisky-scented breath blowing hot over her shoulder. "But, it was Nic Taylor." June froze. A red heat crept up her neck and face.       Oh God, please don't...       "Hot damn!" shouted Daniel, clapping his hands together and strutting over to strip the cash from Lucinda's fret board. He waved it at the audience. "Ain't no way Nic Taylor is prettier 'n me, am I right?! You want to tuck this somewhere for me June, baby?"       By the time he looked back at her, June was gone.


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My thanks to Felice for stopping by today. So, dear readers, is Bluegrass sexy? LOL

Nook Lovers: Daily Cheap Read: Inside Heat by Roz Lee--$2.99: Professional baseball players Jeff and Jason Holder are at the top of their game. Jeff is the Texas Mustangs' closer, revered throughout t...

Now that Spring Training is here - A few sentences from Inside Heat.
   Jason kicked a clump of dirt out of his cleats and slid his helmet into place. Goddamned hardheaded dickwad. He thought of a few other colorful names to call his brother before he crouched behind the plate and waited for McCree to complete his batting ritual. If Jeff tried to throw that sorry-assed curve ball, he'd personally cut his brother's balls off and ram them down his throat.    McCree adjusted his crotch and raised the bat to his shoulder. Time to go to work. 
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The One Hundred Romances Project: Review: Four of Hearts: Author submission in exchange for an honest review. Title: Four of Hearts Author: Roz Lee Release Date: November 2011 Publisher: R...

Could you make the switch from dutiful, submissive wife to paddle wielding queen bee to save your marriage? 


Blurb - Sonja Winters was enjoying the good life with a great job and being married to the man of her dreams. As she prepared to celebrate their seven year anniversary she came across a secret that her husband had been keeping from her that would alter the course of their marriage forever.

Help me welcome Dana Littlejohn to the blog today. 
Hello everyone,I am Dana Littlejohn, author of erotic and sensual romance. My latest release is called The Seven Year Switch. It is about Sonja Winters, the wife in an established couple who finds out her husband had been keeping a secret from her for their entire marriage. Roz has asked me to answer this question for this blog: It seems that marriages today are viewed at disposable - as soon as something goes wrong the marriage is thrown away rather than trying to fix the problem. So...why does your heroine go the extra mile to fix her marriage? Hey, with the recent breakup of Heidi Clum and Steel's seven year marriage, this has become an even more relevant topic! I understand Roz's statement completely and I agree. My experiences have led me to the same conclusion. I guess the short answer to Roz's question is I want my work to show that although some marriages are not perfect they are worth fighting for. I figure I can't be the one who still believes that when you marry someone it should be 'until death do you part'. My person take on marriage is this: Marriage is work. Just like a job it takes time, effort and energy on a daily basis to do it right and get anything out of it. But, everybody's job isn't hard work and not everybody hates their job. The Seven Year Switch is not my first book about a married couple. I like to show marriage in all its stages. The couples in them range from newlyweds to seasoned empty-nesters so that the readers can experience a wide range of love, sex, romance and drama within an established couple. Although I added a little out of the box spice to this book, I tried to keep Sonja's reactions to finding out about what her husband is keeping her as real as I could. When the truth finally comes out, the fact of the matter was their marriage would never be the same. The ultimatum was upon her. Was she going to make the kind of changes it took to make her marriage work or was she going to leave? There would be consequences either way. Sonja had to weigh the options to both and choose what was best for her. She chose to stay married because the bottom line was she loved her husband. In a Dana Littlejohn romance love and effort can erase a multitude of sins. JWhen I created Sonja Winters I made her intelligent as well as intellectual. She is a fact-based thinker, but she does take her emotions into consideration when making important decisions. I didn't think it fit her profile to leave Kyle after she discovered his secret. Of course she went through her thing, yelling, screaming, crying, anger, wanting to strangle him and all that—and Kyle caught hell behind it, too— but Sonja believed that he loved her. That made a difference.People have asked me a few times who Sonja really is. Is she really me or someone I know? It's a legitimate question since I am known to put real people in my books. Those important people on my life who have passed on have found a home in my books as secondary characters, a neighbor or someone on the phone. It is my way of keeping them 'with us'. I either use their name and make the physical appearance totally different from the person or I change the name and keep the looks and personality, but let me go on record and say neither is the case when it comes to Sonja. Sonja Winters does not exist off the pages of my book. She isn't based on anyone, but I am hoping that every woman who reads her can relate to her on some level. Thanks for having me, Roz! I had a great time.
Thanks so much for stopping by today, Dana. I'm a big fan of reality based romances. It's fun to escape on a cruise ship <grin> now and then, but I enjoy reading stories about people dealing with real life issues as well. I look forward to seeing how Sonja saves her marriage. I'm pulling for her!
Now - a bit about Dana-
Dana Littlejohn was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, but has called Indianapolis, In. her home for over ten years. She has always wanted to write since early childhood, but put that wish on hold to raise her growing family and have a career. With the encouragement of her husband, Dana picked up her pen again in 2003 and has no intention on putting it down. With 3 novels, 8 novellas, 4 stories in anthologies, 42 short stories published to date and a long list of wips (works in progress) she is literally living her dream. Join her on the wild journey through her imagination. It's a ride you'll never forget!
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  Here's an Excerpt from THE SEVEN YEAR SWITCH - "Submissive men will always seek strong women because they are in need of her guidance," Bianca said continuing her explanation.Bianca's voice was in an audible octave, not at all a whisper for Sonja's benefit or to spare the feelings of the men. Sonja sipped her drink and sent a quick glance toward them. To her surprise, they stood at perfect attention, staring straight ahead showing no signs of emotion at all to what Bianca just said. "Yes, well, I wouldn't know that, Bianca. My husband is not a submissive man.""No disrespect to what you think you know, Sonja, but I beg to differ. Kyle is, in fact, a submissive man. He is what I call an alpha submissive. At work he can be very dominate and extremely aggressive when it comes to other men, but with a woman he has the desire to be humble and subservient."Sonja crossed her legs and turned her body toward her adversary. "Look, you must have my husband confused with another one of your men," she sent a pertinent wave in the men's direction, "because I know my husband. Kyle and I have been together for—""You have been together for the last ten years. You met while you were still in college. Kyle's company was doing a project on your campus. He bumped into you, and you guys have been together ever since. Since then, you have graduated and have become a successful lawyer. You and Kyle were married October fourteenth, and yesterday made your seventh year anniversary. You have no children, but you want at least two, and a dog. You are leaning toward the Jack Russell breed because you want a smart dog that will not out-grow the child physically." Sonja's eyes widened as she raised the cup to her mouth."Have I left anything out?"
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Blurb - Greg Hargrove has a ticket to the hottest party in town: Drew Bradley's annual Odd Ball. Dressed for the theme as one half of a popular sitcom duo, Greg doesn't expect to meet his match and engage in a secret night of passion while the festivities rage on. When handsome Rick Wade falls on his radar, however, Greg decides to partake of more explicit party favors. Is Rick more than a one-night stand, though, or can Greg look forward to many passion-filled reruns?
Oh, this sounds fabulous! Help me welcome, Leigh Ellwood today.

Hello, and thank you for reading. I am Leigh Ellwood, author of romance and erotica, and I am happy to be the guest blog today. My latest release, ODD, is an M/M contemporary short and part of the All Romance Perfect Strangers series. It is available exclusively through All Romance in digital format. The story came about as a happy accident. I'll explain how.
Many years ago, a friend told me the story of a rent party he attended. Two roommates were short on cash and needed to raise some quick funds, so they threw a party based on the TV show, The Odd Couple. I won't detail how the party was set up, since it's part of my story, so you'll just have to pick up ODD and see for yourself! Anyway, the story my friend told stuck with me over the years, and I swore one day I would write it into something. Recently, I decided to get it down while the memory remained fresh. Halfway into writing, I received an e-mail from Lori James of All Romance eBooks.
ARe was looking for stories for their Perfect Strangers imprint – stories about strangers (naturally) who experience instant love/lust. As it happened, ODD seemed to be headed in that direction, so I finished the work and submitted it. To my great pleasure, ARe contracted it alongside several others that released in February.
I suppose if this story has a message, it is that if you want to be a writer it helps to be a good listener. You never know where your next story idea will come from. Thanks for "listening."
Thanks for telling us how ODD came about. You are so right, Leigh. You never know where inspiration will come from!


 Leigh Ellwood is an award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance fiction. Following the release of her first novel, Truth or Dare, in 2004, Leigh has since written several novels, novella, and short stories. She is an EPIC Award winner and has been nominated for many reviewers awards for her works.Leigh welcomes reader mail at kspatwriter (at) yahoo (dot) com.
And now, what you've been waiting for... an excerpt! 
In the ten years Drew Bradley hosted his annual Odd Ball, people knew to expect two events: sometime toward the end of the evening Drew would lose his pants, and the two winners of the Best Oscar and Best Felix costume awards would immediately hook up afterward and live happily ever after. That many of the happy couples continued to come to the big party as their chosen television personas stood testament to their host's impeccable matchmaking—and entertaining—skills.
Greg Hargrove personally didn't care if either happened on his watch. After years of watching siblings primp and prepare for the biggest bash in town, he'd finally reached the requisite legal drinking age and could now attend. Though he'd never seen the television show that inspired the theme of the party, he'd gleaned enough by living vicariously through older friends—and researching YouTube clips—to know the score.
On November fourteenth, Felix Unger was asked to his leave his apartment. This request came from his wife…
There was more to the prologue, he knew, but in his excitement Greg thought himself fortunate to recall his own name, much less those of characters from a TV show that ceased airing first run episodes long before he was a "glint in the mailman's eye," as his brothers liked to tease.
Greg adjusted his Yankees ball cap and smoothed a hand over his three-day-old stubble. It itched like hell, but he wanted to shoot for realism even if he didn't win the grand costume prize. Would be nice, though, since neither of his older brothers had won before, and Greg had heard Drew didn't skimp on the goods. Last year's couple, he'd been told, won matching gold watches.
At the front door of Drew's McMansion of a home, a wiry, unsmiling man with a long nose looked down at Greg over his John Lennon glasses. "Your invitation?" He held out a pale, almost wrinkleless palm.
"Sure." Greg surrendered the requisite card given him by his brother Joe, who couldn't make it this time. Joe hadn't kidded him when he warned about the exclusivity of the event. What the hell went on here that required protection against crashers?
The butler-bouncer, for lack of a better description, peered down at the invitation for a long moment, as though determining its authenticity. Then, curling it in his bony hand, he addressed Greg. "You may access all designated party rooms with the exception of the VIP area, and you must stay in character. How everyone behaves throughout the evening will determine the final judging for the contest."
"Got it." Damn, people sure took this party seriously. At least, going as slovenly Oscar rather than uptight Felix, Greg believed he could blend in easily. Acting like a slob came naturally to him anyway.
"Good." The man startled Greg with a warm smile that completely softened the landscape of his face. "Enjoy yourself."
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Blurb - 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 soldier-of-fortune 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.


Help me welcome, Tory Richards today to talk about the hero of her book, The Mercenary Way. Clint is one tough guy, but oh so irresistible. I wondered what she thought draws us to that sort of hero. Here's what she had to say - 
Why are tough to love guys like Clint so irresistible? Maybe because they're tough, hard alpha males that think they aren't lovable. They put on a persona of not needing anyone, of not having a heart. That nothing affects them. When deep down they want what most everyone else has. Only they don't know it yet:)
In comes the heroine. Women like Sarah who are determined to break them down. See what makes them tick. Make them admit they are human after all and that they do have emotions and desires just like the next guy. Tearing the walls down almost becomes a mission. For Sarah, pushing Clint's buttons turns into a contest of who will come out on top:)
Sarah and Clint mix like oil and water. The air surrounding them is tangible. Full of attitudes, and smoldering passions that keep them struggling with their inner needs to address them. And when they do, watch out! There's no turning back once they claim one another.
I think some women are drawn to the type of guy Clint is. The dark, moody, steely eyed hero with deep secrets. Secrets they have to explore. The type of man that does something dangerous for a living, and is afraid to let himself get close to someone. He's suffered maybe. Lost people he's loved and doesn't want to go through it again. That kind of man, when he falls, he falls hard and forever. And the heroine can book on his protection and faithfulness because he has strong scruples of doing what's right.
Here's to hunky heroes falling, and falling hard! *pats lap* Right here, please! Thanks, Tory for the insight into your hero and heroine. 
Here's an Excerpt from THE MERCENARY WAY.
He settled behind her, positioning his legs on either side of her before pulling her back to rest against him. He knew immediately it wasn't the smartest move he'd ever made. He had to ignore how good she felt nestled against the lower half of his body or he was going to go insane fast. Using his hands like paddles, he started steering the boat in the direction of the other side.
"Would you like me to help?" The alluring quality of her voice alerted his senses to a thousand possibilities. He steeled himself not to react, but it was damn hard to do with the boat rocking gently beneath them, causing her bottom to move against his fly.
Clenching his teeth, he tried to think of anything that would keep his thoughts off her and what she was making him feel.
Nothing came to mind but the tantalizing thought of sinking his cock inside her tight hole and screwing her until she couldn't walk. Tomorrow wouldn't come quick enough. It would be a miracle if they made it off the island before he tasted more than just that impudent mouth. It took every ounce of strength he had not to reach around and take hold of the mounds stretching his T-shirt out of shape, massaging them until he got her out of his system.
"Clint?"
Shit! He quickly slammed on the brakes, but there was nothing he could do to cool the heat rising between his legs. Or the friction against his zipper.
"Just relax," he advised. "We're almost there." He had half a mind to get out of the boat and swim the rest of the way, damn whatever might be lurking in the depths. He'd stand a better chance of keeping his common sense that way, and it sure as hell would cool him off.
For a change, Sarah did as she was told, but he was the one suffering the consequences. She relaxed fully against him until there was no way she couldn't know he was as hard as steel against her ass.
Fabulous Excerpt, Tory!! Oh my! *fanning* I'd say Clint's a goner about now, even if he hasn't figured it out yet!
Now, here's a bit about Tory Richards -
I'm a fifty-something author who discovered my passion for writing and story telling at the ripe old age of thirteen. Before I received my first manual typewriter, with pencil in hand, I would jot my stories down on notebook paper. Later, after receiving that desired typewriter I spent hours in my bedroom, where my parents thought I was doing homework. Writing turned out to be a kind of therapy for me, something I didn't realize until years later.   I also hold down a full time day job. So basically I'm working all the time. Only writing is a hobby for me, something I do during the quiet of the evenings and on my weekends. My goals are simple and realistic. By the time I retire I'll be happy if I'm just making enough "mad money" from it to be able to travel a little, and spoil my grandchildren.   I'll travel any place a cruise ship will take me. I've been to: Greece, Italy, Croatia, Spain, and Alaska just to name a few places. I don't like to fly, even before I found myself on a plane on 9/11, but I will if I'm given enough legal drugs. I collect antiques and art, and I love chocolate, who doesn't? And I'm addicted to good coffee and sweet ice tea.   For a while life got in the way of my dreams. A few years ago I decided to get serious and haven't looked back!
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I know you're in a hurry. You have a bunch of blogs you want to visit, so I'll keep this short. I write scorching hot, contemporary erotic romance. Here's a sample from my latest, INSIDE HEAT.
"I've got to feel you," he whispered near her ear. "Spread for me. Let me in."Somewhere she found the muscle control to lift her feet, draping her legs over Jeff's. He let his legs fall to the side, spreading her wide. She gasped at his blunt invasion. Two fingers, maybe three all at once. Conquering her with his first pitch. His hand pressed to her stomach kneading her tensed muscles, coaxing her to accept him. "Christ, you're tight and hot." He flexed his fingers against her inner walls and she shuddered around him. "Not yet," he admonished as he pulled his fingers to her rim. "You know better, sweetheart." She heard the smile in his voice. He loved this, playing her like he did the weaker batters. Give them a taste of what they want with the first pitch, then take it back with the next. He toyed with her inner lips before plunging back inside up to his third knuckles. His fingers fluttered inside her like a three-headed beast, then he retreated.Megan gasped and fought against his firm hold. The delicious torture threatened her sanity, while it drove her toward something so bright and shiny she couldn't comprehend it. All she knew was she had to reach it, and if she trusted Jeff, if she gave herself into his care, he would take her there. He always had.
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