Sunday, October 28, 2012

Of Whistles and Wax ~ Incidental Contact #SixSunday

Good grief, Sunday again already? Where does the time go?

Six more from Incidental Contact, Book 3 in Those Devilish De Marco Men series.

(unedited excerpt. subject to deletion.)
Eric leered at her from the middle of the kitchen. "Every man in America should come home to a view like that, baby girl."
She pried her hands from over her hammering heart so she could flip him the bird. "Please tell me you've seen my whistle."
"Oh, I saw it alright," he agreed, snapping his fingers. "That reminds me, I need to get you an appointment for a wax."

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Friday, October 26, 2012

Howloween Blog Hop ~Caption Contest! #wildyinappropriate

WINNER ANNOUNCEMENT:  Macee Majors, check your e-mail, you're the winner of a copy of Wildly Inappropriate. Many thanks to everyone who entered.  I had a great time popping in to read your captions while trying to finish up the next book in the series, Incidental Contact.

Happy Halloween!

I'll be giving away 1 e-copy of my current release, Wildly Inappropriate, to the person who comes up with the best caption for this image:

Remember, you need a valid e-mail address along with your caption in order to be eligible to win.

Recent reviews for Wildly Inappropriate:

This book triggers a lot of emotions while exposing prejudice in a realistic format, uncovering history unknown in book one and introducing elements of domestic discipline. WARNING: Those of us in the south won't be shocked by some of the situations that arise but others might find it unsettling. Never have I seen this theme done so honestly. It is intrinsic to the development of the story. So much happens in this book and it is all woven so perfectly, so seamlessly, I didn't want to put it down. Including characters from book one was a great addition - readers will feel a part of the DeMarco family as they fall for Daniel and Cynda. There are a few light moments of humor and some suspenseful and tense scenes. The sex is hot, their chemistry is even hotter. This is truly an indulgent read.

Wildly Inappropriate rating: 5 Chocolate-Dipped Strawberries

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

In the Blood ~ Wicked After Dark Blog Hop

Welcome to my stop on the Wicked After Dark Blog Hop!

I must confess, I don't write paranormal, but I do love a wicked man. You know the kind, ones who are so sinfully gorgeous and dominant, they just make a woman wanna be bad? My current series is about an entire family of men like that...tall, confident men, with Italian good looks and blue collar jobs.

 I'm giving away one e-copy of the current release in the series, Wildly Inappropriate, for every 20 commenters who vote in the poll featured on the top right, and tell me how they voted, along with a valid e-mail address. 

Just how wicked are these De Marco men? Glad you asked. Some say it's in the blood. Consider this scene from Wildly Inappropriate, where two of the three brothers are discussing something contained in  their mother's dairies  recently come to light.


"Now I know why Eric's such a caveman. I mean, Lila goes crazy when I tie her up. Little Miss Control Freak loves that, actually. But I can't imagine what she'd do if I tried to spank her as discipline. I'm thinking target practice with me as the bull's-eye."
"Some women like it," Dan pointed out, knowing he sounded defensive. "You say Lila likes being restrained. Why's it so hard to imagine some like to be spanked, restrained, rough fucked… even forced to have sex?" Colton lowered his head and gave Dan a hard look. "Not rape, dammit, but there's a biological imperative at work here, Colton. Women—some of them—like the idea they're being… taken. Consent's implied, or stated by contract in advance." He could tell he was on thin ice from his brother's troubled expression.
"Dan, why do I get the feeling you're speaking from experience?"
Fuck it. "Because I am. I'm not going to pussyfoot around a woman. If she's into me, and I want her, I'll take her. Whenever, wherever, and however I want. Some women crave that feeling, C, of being shown their man's in charge. Some need to be made to feel small, and helpless, and wanted beyond all reason or convention. They get off on that more than tender, sweet sex. There's not a damn thing wrong with it, either, if you're both into it. When a woman gets all hormonal, chances are a good hard fuck, or even a spanking, will actually help her. She'll cry, she'll get upset, but she… settles down." He shrugged defensively under his brother's stare but met his eyes steadily, more sure today of his answer than he would've been yesterday. "Endorphins are released."
"So… how'd you meet Cynda, again?"
"We met when she came to ask if I'd talk to a man who wanted to buy some land. She and I have an… understanding."
"Well, if Dad forced pregnancies on her, then I can see why Mom ran away," Colton burst out, obviously shying away from the rest of the topic. "She was praying I'd be a girl, so she could talk him into letting her get her tubes tied or something. Having all of us wore her down, D. I believe a woman should have a say in that. A big one. I can tell you for a fact Lila's taken a huge load off me by assuming equal responsibility for Jonah. I can't imagine how much harder it was for Mom with four of us."
Dan had witnessed only the one disciplinary spanking of Cammie. Rafe spanked his children too, and they all knew from experience, Rafe had a heavy hand. He'd been imagining Cammie leaving Georgia's house after making an appointment for an abortion. The other part of the equation, the part he felt separated him and their father from the primordial ooze, was making the effort to know that woman inside out.
Rafe would've sensed something was up, Dan knew. The path Cammie had chosen was such a huge betrayal of trust, she'd have been nervous and Rafe would've watched her more closely. Arranged to spend more time with her, because that was part of it. When you found a woman that wanted to get up close and personal with your inner caveman on a long-term basis, you had to be her everything, because you were demanding that of her. You had to commit to becoming so attuned to every little shade and shift in her moods that she could hide nothing.
At least, that was the De Marco way. Even Colton had the tendency, whether he'd admit it or not. From the minute he'd laid eyes on Lila, at all of nineteen, she'd been his one. He'd simply had to wait a decade to get his hands on her, but once he had, the kid hadn't stopped until he had Lila under his roof and in his bed full-time, overcoming every objection she'd thrown at him.
Dan was well past any need to sow wild oats. Like Colton, he'd always been more selective than Eric, partly because if he had to settle for vanilla, he'd as soon do without. He knew if he could find the one woman who made him smile when there was nothing at all to smile about and who also was into his brand of sex, one who craved giving up her control to him, he'd sink so far into that woman it would be hard to tell where she ended and he began. He'd see to that. Have I found her?

Be sure to return to the main blog hop page to find the other participants. Prizes galore are being offered  and thanks for dropping in. 
Stay wicked.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Innocent ~ Six Sentence Sunday #SixSunday

Six more from Incidental Contact, Book #3 of Those Devilish De Marco Men, coming in January from Silver Publishing.

She was like a foreign species, half woman, half child, Eric thought, suppressing a groan. Where was the artifice, the coyness he'd become used to from women? He took off his jeans and boxers, half hoping she'd panic at the sight of him. To foster the idea she could still call this off, he leaned back on the arm of the couch, when what he really wanted to do was pin her down, settle between her soft thighs and fuck her till she screamed out his name.
The single word as she studied his erection with rounded eyes made him wonder whether she'd thought all cocks were the same size.

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Friday, October 19, 2012

Strong. Sexy. Stubborn. The Alpha Male Blog Hop #AlphaHop

Draw Straws has spoken and the 2 winners are Natasha and Vanessa N.
Thanks to everyone for dropping in, and double thanks to those who participated in the poll and were eligible for the drawing.

Welcome to my stop on the Alpha Male Blog Hop! 

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
2nd Grand Prize: A $130 Amazon or B&N Gift Card
3rd Grand Prize: swag pack pictured below: (US shipping address required for this one, ladies)

I'm giving away one (1) e-copy of my latest release, Wildly Inappropriate, for every 20 people leaving a comment with a valid e-mail address. EX: sixty (60) comments equals three (3) copies to be given away.

In order to be entered to win you must:
1. Vote for your choice in my poll at the top right-hand corner of the blog  

2. leave a comment telling me which way you voted, along with the e-mail address where I can send your book should your name be chosen by the Draw Straws online application. 

Okay, now we need to talk about those sexy alpha males.

In our day-to-day lives, these may be the men we fantasize about pushing in front of a bus, but put them between the covers of a romance novel and they make us shiver, they make us moan, and we keep turning the pages to watch them deliver.

An alpha male won't hesitate to ask for what he wants. Take, for example, the hero in my current release, Daniel De Marco:

"I won't lie. I goddamn wanna touch you." He choked out a short laugh that didn't sound like he was amused. His breath tickled her lips. "Brian started out by sending balloon bouquets with his offer typed on a little card. They made great target practice. After a couple of years doing that, he sent a stripper over to the garage. She gave my brothers lap dances and left the little portable tape player with her music. I guess his offer was recorded after the music ended, but I don't know, because I threw it out, along with her. My middle brother didn't talk to me for a week." His sudden grin was lopsided. "That was an unexpected bonus."
The chill caressing her skin from the air conditioning seemed to disappear when he smiled. He straightened, but reached to pick up a strand of her hair that had fallen across her chest. "Do you braid it? Corn rows, I think it's called. With long stacks of those little wooden beads at the end? Ten or so, I should think." He rubbed the strand between his thumb and forefinger as if testing the texture.
"Plastic beads," she corrected automatically, forgetting she wasn't supposed to speak.
"Wooden beads." His tone became stern. "And not damn neon. White beads." His smile seemed to soften and the look in his eyes appeared almost shy but his words were bold as brass. "I'd like to hear them clicking together while you ride my cock. Plastic won't make the same sound. There must be a salon in town that has 'em. Straight rows, not those insane zig-zaggy ones I see sometimes. Those hurt my eyes."
His words seemed to sink into her skin. The hairstyle he described was unique to her race, she felt. White girls tried to wear it sometimes, but their hair was too soft to hold the braids for long, and the beads fell out.
"Last year Brian sent six skinny bleached blondes in bikinis. They were supposed to wash our trucks, I guess, but ended up washing each other." Some emotion flashed in his eyes. She thought it might've been scorn. "One of 'em wrote Brian's offer in shoe polish on my windshield." His expression became stern. "Getting those six back into that van was like herding wet cats. Two female customers who had their vehicles up on lifts and couldn't leave haven't been back to the shop since. Now, he's sent you. Why am I finding it so hard to throw you out?"
Cynda had no idea how to respond. The stinging hand prints on her butt were warning enough not to think out loud.
"So, I hope like hell Brian picked your outfit and not you. It won't matter, really, because if you want to go through with this, I'll be choosing your clothes." He shoved his fingers through his hair, whirling away to begin pacing back and forth. "What's your name?"
The soft feeling his comment about her hair had induced evaporated with his insult, but she answered his question. "Cynda Avery."
He continued talking, his long legs eating up the distance between the back door and the table where she sat. His pacing made her think he was the one on a chain, but that made no sense. "I'm not going to put my cock in you, Cynda, but if you'll allow me the privilege, I want to make you come. Look at this as an exercise in trust. And to see if we're compatible, before we discuss anything else."

Daniel's such a bad boy. Can Cynda tame this guy

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Over 200 authors are participating in the Alpha Male hop, so be sure to return to the main blog page for links to other sites. Every comment you leave is another entry to win one of the fabulous grand prizes.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

On the Bottom ~ Six Sentence Sunday #SixSunday

Six more from Incidental Contact, Those Devilish De Marco Men, Book #3.

It amused him to see the way her feet barely touched the floorboard when she buckled her seat belt. She swiped impatiently at the condensation on her window. "Actually, one of my all-time fantasies is making love under a blanket in a horse-drawn sleigh while it snows."
A fantasy indeed, given it rarely snowed around here. He grinned at her. "Let me guess, you wanna be on the bottom so the snow's not going down the crack of your ass?" 

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Sunday, October 7, 2012

Incidental Contact~ Six Sentence Sunday #SixSunday

I'm going to give Wildly Inappropriate a rest this week, I've chosen my six sentences from Eric's story, which has a fresh new title: Incidental Contact.
(these six sentences are unedited and subject to deletion)

She went all wet and needy when he began to divest her of her bulky sweater, his hands steady and sure as though he'd undressed a woman a thousand times. Her nipples hardened into throbbing darts.
"Be sure, Amy," he rasped, tossing the garment aside to hook one finger beneath her chin,  studying her face with his incredible hazel eyes. "Be sure this is what you want, because in a very few minutes, there'll be no going back. I'm going to learn your body the way I learn a new car, so I know exactly what makes you hum. I'm going to figure out what it takes to make you scream and how to make you beg. I'll memorize the sounds you make when you come, so I can play them in my head while you're at school."

Hopefully by next week, I'll have a brand new cover to show off for this story, now that I've finalized the title. Thanks so much for dropping in. Please visit the official Six Sentence Sunday blog, where you'll find a wide variety of six sentence excerpts and possibly a new favorite author to read. Have a great week!