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Here are a few lines from FOUR OF HEARTS, the fourth installment in the Lothario series, available now from Red Sage Publishing, Amazon, B&N and All Romance eBooks.
Fallon had been watching her husband as he spoke. She turned to Candace. "Candace, all you have to do is use your safe word and we'll end the session, right then, no matter what. Don't use it unless you want all play to stop, for good. We won't go back and try again if you stop the session. It's natural to be uneasy, but there's a difference between unease and terror."
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Today's snippet comes from Inside Heat - the first book in a new series based on the fictional Texas Mustangs baseball team. 
Excerpt - "We eat in here. I can't wait to feast on you."            Then they touched her, everywhere. Like a well-orchestrated symphony, their hands moved over her body, never going beneath her clothing, but her skin didn't care. She broke out in a full-body blush and when two sets of lips nibbled on her earlobes, she closed her eyes and let her head fall back against Jason's chest. When had her head become so heavy, and her brain so useless? A protest formed somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, but never made it to her lips.            "We'll stretch you out on the counter and taste every inch of you," Jason said between nibbles.             Blood rushed to her lady parts and an embarrassing dampness heated the spot between her legs as her oxygen deprived brain created an image to go with Jason's words.            "I could bend you over the table right now and fuck you," Jeff said right before he covered her mouth with his. His lips were soft, but insistent. She opened under him, allowing his tongue to sweep in and steal what was left of her brains.
See more by Roz Lee at my Website.

Blurb:"A seductive brat tempts a sexy artist to risk his one shot at partnership for a fling with her. But when he takes control, who will come out on top?"

Help me welcome one of Red Sage's newest authors,  Chellesie B. Dancer I asked Chellesie to come by today and answer a few questions, so let the grilling...I mean, interviewing, begin!
      Hi, Chellesie! Tell us a little about yourself. Is writing your day job? If not, how do you work writing time in? Do you have any secrets to finding writing time that the rest of us could use?
Like most of my published author friends, I do also have a day job, and a husband and three kids. So I write between and around everything else. Of course the best way to get in writing time and not neglect your family is to forgo eating and sleeping, or clone yourself, but I haven't figured out how to do either of those yet…
Hey, if you figure out the cloning thing you better be prepared to share the knowledge!
     Have you always been a writer? I always want to know how someone gets sucked into this crazy business.
I started out as an actress, working several years on stage and a little bit on camera. I even had my own live theater for a while. To make a living, I began to work as an entertainer-I'm sometimes a mime, sometimes an M.C., sometimes a paleontologist's assistant for dinosaur parties. And occasionally a dancing gorilla.Once I started having children, I didn't have the time to pursue acting and I needed a creative outlet. So I began writing stories, in the wee hours of the night, because they were in my head and I needed to get them out. It took me several years to finish my first novel. Friends thought it was pretty good, but needed something more. Another couple years and I rewrote it again. Then I joined Romance Writers of America and found out all the things that were 'wrong' with it, or rather not popular in commercial fiction, like the use of present tense for third person point of view.In the six years since then, I've attended hundreds of workshops, learned a ton about writing fiction, gained a wonderful group of writer friends, and launched a new career. I've written a couple of novellas, and begun several more novels. And based on the good response I've gotten from the overall story, I do plan to eventually rewrite my first book,In Hot Water.
Oh, you're a brave one! I wouldn't touch my first manuscript with a ten foot pole! 
     I remember the day I got an offer of publication for my first book. It's something every author will always remember. Can you tell us something about that day for you?
Well, actually I got an email, and it went into my 'junk' folder so I missed seeing it for more than 24 hours!  When I saw it, I was surprised because it had only been a few days and I wasn't expecting an answer yet. I couldn't jump up and down and scream because I was at work and the other two gals were on the phone, and besides, I wanted to tell my husband first. He was at work too, so I forwarded him the email. Then called him right away to make sure he got it, and I was too excited to wait. I told him as calmly as I could, keeping my voice contained, then waited for his reaction. After fifteen years of supporting me in my writing hobby, then my professional writing aspirations, my very verbose husband said, "That's a start." LOL
Isn't that just like a man? Well, it's a great start, so we'll dance around and shout enough to make up for his response!
     Power Play has the most gorgeous cover. I've told you how jealous I am of that cover, so tell us why it's the perfect cover – or not - for your story.
Yes, it is the perfect cover for this story, because the red power tie is a symbol of their power struggle throughout the story. And of course the heroine, Liz, is naked for a good portion of that time!
Wowser!! I guess you don't have to worry about describing wardrobes when your characters are never wearing any clothes. Hmm... maybe I should try that.
     I'm a big fan of contemporary romance, but the romance genre seems to be all about paranormal and fantasy these days. Why write a contemporary?
I have written one medieval fantasy. You've gotta write what inspires you, and I don't have any desire to write paranormal or fantasy at this time.
I hear you. I'm pretty much grounded in reality myself right now. Medieval fantasy huh? Dragons and stuff? Were they wearing clothes?
      Now that I've grilled you (so to speak) tell us about "Power Play." What sparked the idea? Who's story did you have first – your hero or your heroine?
A friend had said it would be fun try to seduce someone at work, when the two of them were only alone for ten minutes, and that was all the inspiration I needed. Envisioning this as a little 'quickie' story, I wrote that scenario. But then I knew that Sergio needed to get his revenge. I had so much fun writing his seduction of her later that night, that it went from a two scene short story to a ten chapter novella!  It's absolutely his story at first, because the heroine catches him off-guard and seduces him. So we see it as it happens to him. Then it becomes her story as we experience what it's like to be at his mercy when he gets his 'payback.' 
Ohh, payback is good!
    What are you working on now?           Because the theme of "Power Play" is control, and the characters dabble with dominance and submission, I have two more stories with that theme, "Have It Your Way," and an unnamed work in progress. But I have many other stories I've written, or begun, on many other themes. Some are steamy, and the others are very steamy! I have a ménage story called Restless that is almost ready, and two different series I'm working on. And soon I hope to rewrite and sell my first book In Hot Water. It's a full-length novel, and it also has a long playful seduction that spans a couple of chapters.
Well, I for one can't wait to see else you come up with. Congratulations on the release of POWER PLAY. I'm sure it's just the beginning of wonderful things!
Now, dear readers, here's an excerpt from POWER PLAY.
Excerpt:
No way he'd fail this time, Sergio thought as he pulled into the parking garage an hour early. After years of honing his competitive edge, he wouldn't go soft again. He locked his burgundy Civic, flipped the keys into his pocket and slung his suit coat over a shoulder. With his other accounts sacrificed to his coworkers, nothing could distract him from nailing this presentation and finally making partner, just in time.
    Heading to the elevator, he saw a profile in the dim light–the silhouette of her flirty dress, her Grecian nose, and her high cheek bones set against the harsh light behind her. Poetic.
    She turned and caught him staring. "Did I forget to put on clothes?"
  The amusement in her voice stirred him back into motion. As he neared, he saw long strawberry-blond hair and caught his breath. A gorgeous figure and a red-head too? Damn! "Sorry, didn't mean to stare. I was just captivated by the classic lines of your face… and, uh, dress. It's just–your silhouette was so lovely against the glare of that bulb."
    She smiled. "You're an artist."
    He shrugged. "Well, a graphic artist."
    "An artist nonetheless." Her tone suggested she was accustomed to being correct. "Art is art."
    "I'd like to make art with you." Damn, he didn't mean that. Well he meant it, just didn't mean to say it. Something about her made him to want to strip her nude and pose her in a hundred classic poses. And take her in every one of them.
    "Really?" She couldn't contain her wickedly sexy smile. "Let me guess, you paint nudes?"
    Damn, was he that obvious? She watched him in anticipation. Was she flirting with him?
    "No, I don't paint nudes." A flicker of disappointment in her eyes. "But now that you've suggested it, I think it's a great idea. When are you available?"
    An eyebrow raised, then her mouth tightened. "I'm a very busy woman. I'll have to check my schedule."
    Busy how? A gorgeous woman like that, how many men did she have in her life? Brushing aside that unsettling thought, he forged ahead. He'd never met a woman who intrigued him like this, and he wasn't gonna let her run away. "We're all busy. Let me know when you have an opening and I'll clear my schedule to fit you in." After he'd said it he noticed the double entendre.
    She must have gotten it, because she looked away. "It might be a while till I can find the time."
    So she wanted to play coy. That's all right, he was determined, he'd persist till she gave in. He approached her, instinctively summoning his most authoritative voice.
    "Make the time."
    Her eyes widened for a split second before hardening into slits. "Oh, do you think I do anything that a man tells me to do?"
    Her scathing tone was meant to put him in his place. Instead it made him bolder. He stepped closer–too close–and that felt good. "No, of course not." He moved again. An inch from her breasts. The electrical charge from invading her space zinged through his body. "Just anything I tell you to do."
    Her mouth fell open and her eyes got steamy. It felt as though that electrical charge from his body had surrounded her and drawn her in. She was his.
    The elevator doors rumbled open behind her. As she stumbled back, he stepped forward and held them for her. She nodded her thanks, and turned. The soft turquoise fabric draped like silk over her curvy hips as she passed him, and he wanted to slide his hand along those curves. As she tapped the button, he darted a quick glance at her fingers–no ring. This was his lucky day.
    She fled to the far corner, almost against the wall. He envisioned himself pressing her against that wall, lifting her skirt and taking her right here in the elevator. His cock was flooded and hard, ready to take control. He shook his head slightly, trying to get blood flow back to his brain. Think. Gotta do something. Appropriate.
Meet the author -  



Chellesie B. Dancer enjoys writing contemporary, historical, and erotic love stories with a sprinkling of comedy.  The women in her books dare to ask for their desires, so they truly will be satisfied ever after.  Be careful what you wish for...
Chellesie lives on top of a hill overlooking the smog of sunny Southern California. Other than writing, she entertains at parties as an M.C., a paleontologist's assistant, and occasionally a dancing gorilla. She's the mother of three beautiful boys and an assortment of other critters.  Luckily her husband cooks!
Here's how you can get your copy of POWER PLAY -
To buy "Power Play" on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006RW91Q4/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_dp_jbqapb0C2DMGCTo buy "Power Play" on Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/power-play-chellesie-b-dancer/1108113047
Here's where you can find Chellesie -  www.ChellesieBDancer.comwww.GetLoveHelp.comwww.facebook.com/chellesiebwww.myspace.com/chellesiewww.linkedin.com/in/chellesiebdancerhttp://twitter.com/chellesieb
Thanks so much for coming by today, Chellesie! 
Readers, it's your turn to grill...I mean, ask Chellesie your questions!

One year ago, THE LUST BOAT set sail for the first time. It seems like yesterday to me, as 2011 has flown by. There have been so many exciting and wonderful things happen this year that I can't even begin to enumerate them, or choose just one to award a 'best' title to. 


I am truly blessed, so as I set out on the journey that is 2012, I resolve these things - 


To love unconditionally.
To lend a hand where I can.
To count my blessings first and my troubles last.
To keep on writing.
To keep pursuing my dreams.
To look forward rather than backward.


In celebration of the blessings of 2011, I'm going to giveaway a copy of each of the 5 books I released over the last 12 months. All you have to do to enter is leave a comment with your New Year's Resolution. 


Wishing you all the very best in 2012,


Roz Lee

Cake Anyone?It's my birthday so...I'm throwing myself a party today over at the Red Sage Author's Blog. Here's just one of the guests!Hop on over and join the celebration - Party Site.Just in case that link doesn't work for you -www.eredsage.com/blog

I'm thrilled to have my friend Em Petrova here today to talk about her latest release -
Encompassed.

Oh yeah! That's a great cover, Em!
Gracie's False Starts
By Em Petrova
Every writer's nightmare is to start a book, only to find it's all wrong and you have to trash it. Imagine doing that four times. Yeah. That's right. My latest ménage a trios, Encompassed, had a rough start.
My heroine Gracie was pretty solidly formed in my head, and she appears in the first three books of the Immortal Series as a minor player. I thought I knew her inside and out. Then her name was changed in Book One-RUNES, and my vision of her altered slightly. Funnily enough, she was originally Elle. But Elle morphed into a brand new heroine and starred not in a paranormal book, but a contemporary spanking story known as WILDER *grin*.
This left me floundering a little more. Who was Gracie? She's a young and impulsive immortal, but she's growing, learning, and evolving into a smart and savvy vixen. I dug into the second version of her story and found her getting a little slutty with no real purpose. Sure, it happens to the best of us.
So I sent her on a road trip alone, where she sets out to conquer her virginity. Soooo not a good idea. Can you say delete? I don't even have a copy of that piss-poor excuse for a story on my hard drive!
Finally I let the story marinate for a bit. What did I find? That Gracie's story doesn't begin with Gracie, but the couple she falls for, Dante and Maria. I needed to firmly root the reader in their story before Gracie could enter the picture. The entire writing process was an eye-opener. I learned not every tale goes down the same way. Some give you fits and you have to tackle them from a different angle.
The most important thing I learned when writing Encompassed, though, was to never give up. Gracie demanded her story be told, and I'm thrilled to have accommodated her and revealed her strengths and faults in a glowing light. I hope you'll enjoy an excerpt, which is also the opening chapter.
Blurb: 
After hundreds of immortal years together, ship captain Dante and Mayan Princess Maria's union has grown a bit stale. Bonded through a phenomenon known as the Calling, they share a loving and deep relationship. But as they watch their newly bonded immortal friends enjoy the spark that centuries have taken away from them, they seek to find it once more. When immortal Gracie joins their midst, it's impossible for Dante not to notice her fresh glow. Maria begins to struggle with deeper feelings for her friend, even as her body stirs with want. And Gracie's pent-up passions are centered upon the two people who are closest to her—Dante and Maria.Journeying to Central America where Dante and Maria's love story began, the race is on to find true happiness before Gracie is torn from them by the Calling and bound to someone else. Will the compass of Gracie's heart points her in the right direction?


Excerpt:The golden threads of dawn spread across the sky, weaving through the violet shadows and sparking on the distant horizon. As the first beams filtered through the glass cupola and shone upon Maria, she stirred. For half an hour, she'd been lying awake in anticipation of this event. To an ancient Mayan, worship of the sun was an important daily ritual. To royalty, it meant the difference between death and prosperity.             Although after five hundred years on earth, she no longer believed in such superstitions. Going through the motions gave her comfort. It also linked her to the strange world in which she lived as an immortal.            She slipped her legs over the side of the plush king-sized bed where her immortal mate Dante still lay sleeping, careful not to disturb him. After spending most of his life as a ship's captain, he was a light sleeper, accustomed to bunking in swinging hammocks and prepared to leap up at the first sign of danger.             As she padded across the carpet to the metal staircase leading up to the cupola, he gave a soft moan.            Sleep, darling. Her words transmitted telepathically through their mind link, which was born from their bond.             In the dimness, she saw the crease between his dark brows ease, and a smile stretched her lips. For a long minute, she stared at him. Even in repose he was dashing—an olive-skinned Spaniard who had sailed into her life and swept her away. Her heart had belonged to him from the very first sighting, although it had taken more than seventy years for the phenomenon known as The Calling to link them as mates.             The warm glow of the sun trickled through the glass walls and fell over her. From years of habit, she looked down automatically at the immortal tattoos gracing her biceps. The inky blue lines that marked her as an immortal seemed to come to life in the sun. The jaguar images leapt and undulated. But it was just a trick of the eye, she knew. In the old days, she had once believed it to be a sign of something unexpected to come.             Quietly, she ascended the staircase. Each step drew her closer to the cupola, which was a glass-walled structure planted on the peak of the roof. When Dante had ordered this special sanctuary for her built, tears of joy had tumbled down her cheeks. Though he wasn't Mayan and didn't worship the way she did, he understood her customs and appreciated her need to hold onto her roots.            She reached the top and stood in a pool of light. The four glass walls revealed views of each direction on the compass—north, south, east and west. A ribbon of light sat on the horizon, brighter in the east. With a small shiver of delight, she went to kneel on a red woven rug in the center of the space and tilted her head up to the sky.             The glass ceiling gave her an unobstructed view of the sky, where one tiny star still winked down at her. A sliver of moon dangled overhead, and she couldn't help but smile at its sight. Years ago, under such a moon, Dante had found her after her soul had Called to his. He'd stepped out of the thick jungle and swept her into his arms. She'd walked away with him, abandoning her origins, and never looked back.            But at times like these, she missed her homeland greatly. All of her people might be gone, but the ruins were there still, and she could visit them if she was so inclined. On a day like today—the start of the summer solstice—she longed for others who would celebrate with her.            Leaning forward until her nose touched the rug, she bowed to the sun god. Then straightening, she opened a small chest beside her and withdrew a handful of objects—a silver and emerald ornament to be worn around the neck of a princess, the short, colorful feather of a bird believed to have mystical powers, and a rock sliver hammered into a jagged sun shape.             One by one she dropped them into a patterned pottery bowl and whispered a word in her native tongue that meant "I'm here."            The sun answered by surging higher into the sky, bringing heat with it. It cut through the glass and warmed her naked limbs. The jaguars on her arms danced as a dew of moisture formed on the slope of her breasts and the flat plane of her belly. Her bronzed skin turned to molten gold.             All shadow fled from the space, leaving only her and the offering of ornaments. Typically only priests were allowed to perform such ceremonies as this. In her time she had simply been the daughter of a leader, but when she was accidentally knocked out of one of the boats, her mortal life had started to slip away. Luckily, the medicine man of the village shared his immortal blood with her and resurrected her as an immortal too. After that, she'd become revered across the land and allowed to act as priestess. Her favorite rite was this: the sun ceremony.            Taking up a small blade she carried with her everywhere, she aimed the lethal point at the tip of her middle finger and nicked it. Blood welled at once. Before the droplet could run, she held it over the bowl and added her blood to the offering.            The sun lifted higher, the heat strengthening until rivulets of perspiration ran down her sides, her belly, and over her mound to wet her glossy black pubic hair. To the sun god, she gave the gifts of her precious objects, her blood and sweat. In return, she would be reborn to a new solstice.             With five centuries behind her, she couldn't help but pray for something fresh. The tedium of day to day living was wearing on her. There didn't seem to be anything new to explore. She and Dante had traveled the world several times over and seen all the wonders. They'd shared almost every experience known to man, and she couldn't help but long for a spark of their old passion. The passion they'd shared when he'd walked out of the jungle, cupped his hands under her ass and taken her against a tree while delivering scalding kisses and sharing their blood, binding them forever.            Let this dawn start anew.             In the ring of hot sun, she glided to her feet and lifted her arms to the sides, hoping the sun god or any other spiritual guide out there might hear her plea. That she and Dante might find a new adventure to embark upon.
Buy Encompassed: http://www.eredsage.com/store/product974.html
Em Petrova~where words mean so much more~www.empetrova.com
Blown Down: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9753-blown-down.aspx Skin Truth: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9525-skin-truth.aspxDeux:   http://www.breathlesspress.org/Book/305 Trois: http://www.breathlesspress.org/Book/290 Quatre: http://www.breathlesspress.com/content/quatre Tattoo Dream: http://www.breathlesspress.org/Book/273 Silk: http://www.breathlesspress.org/Book/356 The Tempest: http://tiny.cc/78ydb Runes: http://tiny.cc/rh5yl Trefoil: http://www.eredsage.com/store/product859.html Runestone: http://www.eredsage.com/store/Runestone.html Encompassed: http://www.eredsage.com/store/product974.html Forbidden: http://www.eredsage.com/store/Forbidden.html Wilder: http://www.eredsage.com/store/Wilder.html Market Place: http://tiny.cc/l1gch Bound for Romance: http://tiny.cc/k7huy My Sexy Valentine: http://tiny.cc/2w5ea Isolde's Wish: http://www.loose-id.com/Isoldes-Wish.aspx
Thanks so much, Em! I can't wait to read Encompassed! Dear Readers, I'm fresh out of bribes, so please leave a comment for Em so she'll come back and visit again! <grin> 

Today I welcome Lori Toland to my little section of Blogosphere Real Estate. As a writer of erotic romance myself, and since all my characters are human, I just had to ask Lori - 
How did the fact that your hero is human, and your heroine is not, affect the way you wrote the love/sex scenes? Inquiring minds want to know!
Here's what Lori had to say - 
Actually I wanted to know too. It drove me to finish the book, to find out how a human and a demon slayer could actually fall in love. Luke pursues Ashlee, not knowing she isn't human. Ashlee knows she needs to stop Luke from falling in love with her before it's too late, before she loses her heart as well.
Demon slayers mate for power, not for love but Ashlee hopes one day she can have both. When Luke comes crashing into her life, she has to make a choice. Wait for a demon slayer to bond with or follow the direction her heart is leading her in. Toward Luke.
Luke keeps pressing forward in his seduction, hoping to knock down the walls around Ashlee's heart. She is like no other woman he has ever met and once he finds out she battles the demons that threaten mankind, he knows he has to protect her in all her battles. Even in her dreams.
A mysterious power has setting out to seduce her with fantasies of the only man she has ever wanted. Luke has to be the hero Ashlee never knew she needed to slay the demons she can't kill. She may lose her life to protect a secret she can't share with Luke.
I hope you enjoy the book! Thanks for having me by!
It's been my pleasure, Lori. Now let's show off your awesome cover and give our readers a glimpse of SOUL SEDUCTION.


Blurb - 
Ashlee Bennett has her priorities straight. Fighting demons is at the top of the list until she meets her sexy neighbor, Luke Byrne. Even though he is human, she can't stop dreaming about his buff body and sexy grin, until her dreams turn to nightmares.

Her world is turned upside down when Luke follows her one night but instead of being afraid, he is only more determined to stand beside her and fight. Ashlee knows she needs to keep her distance from Luke, not just to protect her virginity but her heart as well. But Luke may be the only one who can save her from the night, and her dreams.
Excerpt - 



"I can't just leave," I protested as the cool evening air hit me. "I came with a friend."
He rounded on me, and I nearly ran into him. "You mean your boyfriend? Do you want to stay with him? Just say the word, Ash."
The possessive tone in his voice ticked me off. "What the hell, Luke? I don't even know you, and you're acting like you fucking own me." But even as I said the words, I wanted him to grab me, hold me, and take me however he wanted. My lust for him clouded my ability to say no.
"Ash," he said gruffly, "all I think about is having you." He moved forward as he spoke, and I stepped backward, keeping my distance until my back met a wall. I knew my control around him was shot to hell, and I couldn't trust myself. He snaked his hand into my hair and roughly grabbed the strands. He angled my head so I couldn't look away. If I were able to breathe, I would have hyperventilated.
"Don't." My plea sounded weak, and I doubted he even heard me.
"I can't help myself," he said and kissed me gently. It was the lightest of pressure on my lips, until he coaxed them apart. When my tongue met his, I was tentative at first, but Luke took charge and claimed my mouth.
I was strong enough to pull away, to tell him no and kick him in the nuts if he didn't stop. But I didn't want to. I let myself drown in his kisses. I was so wrapped up in what he was doing to me with his mouth, I barely noticed he had lifted me up and held me against the concrete wall.
He settled his hips between my legs and rocked them, pressing his cock against my clit. The only thing keeping him from fucking me was the thin barrier of our jeans. I spiraled higher, and my pussy clenched, desperate to have him inside me.
He pulled his lips away from mine, and my vision whited out. My clit pulsed faster and faster, and I accidentally banged the back of my head against the hard concrete wall as every muscle in my body tensed.
I shook from the intensity of my climax, my teeth grinding together. He leaned in and kissed me, claiming my mouth with his tongue again. Then he broke our kiss and whispered, "You are mine, Ash. Don't doubt for a second that I will own you. All of you."
I quivered, my lips parting, ready for more. I felt like we were frozen in time, and I would have spent forever there, memorizing his face.

Meet Lori Toland - 


CEO by day, erotic romance writer by night, Lori Toland lives in Orlando where the summers are hot but the romance between her characters is even hotter. Writing since the tender age of 13, Lori somehow finds time to play video games and watch movies while taking care of her beloved cats and a husband who will forever be her hero.
http://loritoland.com/http://loritoland.livejournal.com/
One lucky person who comments during Lori's Blog Tour will win their  choice of a $25 GC to either Amazon, AllRomanceEbooks or Loose Id. She's doing the same for the blog host with the most comments, so comment away!
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This week I've chosen a scene from THE LUST BOAT. Just a bit of explanation - There are security cameras in every cabin aboard the Lothario. Ryan has access to them from his desk. In this scene, Candace is certain he is watching her, and since she's mad at him, she's set out to get a bit of payback by driving him out of his mind! See what you think. Is it working?


            Candace dipped a small brush into a bowl. She turned to the camera and held the brush to her lips. She blew against the brush and a dark cloud settled across her torso. Chocolate. His stomach growled as he imagined licking the fine mist of chocolate off her skin. Candace drew the brush over her skin, spreading the dark brown powder over her breasts, her stomach and over her waxed mound, leaving her skin glowing where she'd embellished it.            Ryan's tongue darted out and wet his lips. His cock bobbed in response. In the silent room, he heard his blood rushing in his ears. His heart pumped at a rate guaranteed to send him into cardiac arrest at any minute, but still he couldn't look away. Candace dipped the brush again, this time into a jar of chocolate sauce, and with one hand cupped around her breast, brushed the chocolate over her nipple and areola. Ryan swallowed hard and closed his gaping mouth. 


THE LUST BOAT is just .99 on Amazon! Get your copy HERE.


Reviews - 


"The Lust Boat was one erotic scene after another..." A Night Owl Reviews Top Pick


"...erotic adventures on every page..." The Readers Roundtable


"...the lust was practically oozing from the pages." Coffee Time Romance


Read more reviews Here. 
See more in the series Here.
See the book trailer Here.
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Welcome!
Today, I've chosen six sentences from the third book in the Lothario series - Love Me Twice
In this scene, Celeste learns just what Sean expects.

"You brought me a collar?""Yes. You'll wear it when you're with me."She made it to the one chair in the room before she collapsed. "In public?""Yes, in public."
Thanks for stopping in today! You can read more about Love Me Twice here.Find out more about the Lothario series at my Website.
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This weekend, I've chosen a snippet from my Work in Progress -
Inside Heat
She reached behind her and opened the clasp on her bra. Her breasts sprang free. Her nipples, already puckered with need, grew tighter in the cool air.Jason uttered a curse and sank beneath the water. Jeff remained where he was, staring at her. "The panties," his voice was harsh, ragged. "Take the panties off. I want to see you."She did as he asked as Jason's head broke the water again. Sliding her thumbs beneath the band, she slid the scrap of lace past her hips, kicking them off with the toe of one foot when they pooled at her ankles."Holy, mother of God," Jason said. "Come here, sweet thing. Let us touch you."
Okay, so that was technically thirteen, but I couldn't leave off that last sentence, now could I? LOL
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