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Review: The Doctor’s Deception by Kathleen Grieve

In Contemporary, Kathleen Grieve, review on March 28, 2011 at 2:13 am

The Doctor’s Deception

By Kathleen Grieve

Heart Surgeon Stone Lassiter has successfully transplanted beating hearts. It’s his own that is causing him the most agony. With a death bed promise to his fiancée, he’s driven to open a transplant center in her hometown, and arrives at Deerborne County General Hospital. Single minded in his focus, he inadvertently alienates the nursing staff he needs to make his dream a success. He sets his stethoscope on intensive care nurse, Faith Daniels, to improve his image. Nurse of the Year, Faith Daniels has passed every nursing exam, but when faced with the task of the MCAT, she has severe test anxiety. Burned by her ex-husband, who used her while she put him through law school, she has become focused on passing that darn exam, and achieving her own dream to become a doctor in her own right. Will the white lie Stone tells Faith jeopardize the love they find?

I found this book to be a cute and romantic book. It may have had a bunch of medical terms I was not sure of, but it didn’t take from the story. I fell in love with Stone and Faith and was cheering them on all the way to the end. The characters were well developed and I didn’t have to question anything. I recommend Ms. Grieve’s book to anyone who wants a little laugh and a lot of romance.  I now want to know what happens with their friends Jolene and Chad.



Review: Wicked Lovely by Melissa Marr

In Melissa Marr, review, YA on March 27, 2011 at 2:19 pm

Wicked Lovely

by Melissa Marr

Rule #3: Don’t stare at invisible faeries.

Aislinn has always seen faeries. Powerful and dangerous, they walk hidden in mortal world. Aislinn fears their cruelty—especially if they learn of her Sight—and wishes she were as blind to their presence as other teens.

Rule #2: Don’t speak to invisible faeries.

Now faeries are stalking her. One of them, Keenan, who is equal parts terrifying and alluring, is trying to talk to her, asking questions Aislinn is afraid to answer.

Rule #1: Don’t ever attract their attention.

But it’s too late. Keenan is the Summer King who has sought his queen for nine centuries. Without her, summer itself will perish. He is determined that Aislinn will become the Summer Queen at any cost—regardless of her plans or desires.

Suddenly none of the rules that have kept Aislinn safe are working anymore, and everything is on the line: her freedom; her best friend, Seth; her life; everything.

Faerie intrigue, mortal love, and the clash of ancient rules and modern expectations swirl together in Melissa Marr’s stunning 21st century faery tale.

This was my first ever YA series that I honestly liked. I am not a Stephanie Meyers fan. I like a little more “J’ne c’est pa!” but it isn’t in her series. Anyway, I have to admit when I am stunned and I am. I am amazed on three counts: 1) I was able to finish it, most YA I grow bored in the first 50 pages. 2) It was meaningful it had a point and a plot and was rather intriguing 3) It didn’t suck.

Some good points:

There were at least two bad words that I can remember.

I finished this book in a day.

Melissa Marr writes very well.

The characters just flat out appeal to me.

Some Bad points: None

It’s YA and I am a hardcore reader who loves to read erotica and paranormal. OMJEEZ!!! I am brainwashed to not like it because of the “no explicit sex scenes” problem.  But you know what?

It didn’t matter. The book did have cuddle time and some touching. I don’t think she came out and sex the characters were having sex. But they talked about going to bed together and closed the door. So hmm, to me that says insinuated sex scene. **I may have glossed over some things because I don’t want to spoil it for others.**

Well now with all that said, don’t go and tell anyone that I am converting from my beloved erotica, you could meet with an “Accident”, but I believe this book and this series is enough to make me curious and to possible *cough* buy Young Adult *cough* more often. So my Naughty little devils, I would get this book and then I would read everything else she has.  Because all the anguish, the awful decisions they have to make and the crap that gets dumped on them makes me feel better about my everyday humdrum life.


In Eye Candy on March 26, 2011 at 2:13 pm

We were discussing actors that could play certain characters for books gone to the movies. Well when I went searching for Vayl (Jennifer Rardin’s Hero in Jaz Park books) I came across this hot little baby.

Link one. Must have a towel ready to wipe up drool.

Link two. a bigger and better link one. It includes all 100 hottest men alive.

My favorites: #62 Ian Somerhalder
#36 Jonathan Rhys Meyers, #27 Channing Tatum, #26 Christian Bale, #18Wentworth Miller #16. Daniel Craig #8. Chris Evans #2. John Barrowman

Humpday Eye Candy July 22, 2009

In Paranormal Romance on March 26, 2011 at 2:17 am

July 22, 2009

eye candy in Armani

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5 Minutes with JoMarie Degioia

In 5 Minutes, JoMarie Degioia on March 24, 2011 at 2:13 pm

JoMarie Degioi AKA Josie Dennis writes steamy Historical romance novels with a touch of mystery. She’s a member of RWA, Space Coast Authors of Romance and From the Heart Romance Writers.  She will also chair the for the annual RWA conference in Nashville, TN July, 2010.

I want to thank JoMarie for taking the time to interview with us today. I am excited to have her here with us. She is a new author so give her some love.
What project are you currently working on?

I’m writing a very sexy Regency-set Historical featuring a hero who is seeking revenge using the only instrument he believes available to him: his power of seduction.  This guy is more than he seems, as I’m discovering daily!

If you could be one of your characters – Who would you be?  And why?

I think living in Michelle’s slippers (in PRIDE AND FIRE) would be a kick.  Having a hot devoted husband who lets you speak your mind when other ladies of your acquaintance are stifled?  To me there’s nothing sexier.

Who or what influences you when you write?

Sometimes a song on the radio will spark something in my current work-in-progress.  Mostly characters and situations just seem to form of their own volition.  Weird.

When you have writer’s block how do you break free?

I don’t believe in true writer’s block, but I have been blocked by a scene or two.  Usually it’s because there’s really no need for it or I’ve written it in the wrong character’s point of view.  It can take a while to figure out what’s wrong, though.  Grr.

What do you do for inspiration?

I watch the BBC production of Pride & Prejudice.  I like to do this when I have a day off, so I can watch all five and a half hours at one shot!

Is there a genre of book you would like to write but haven’t yet?

I think Young Adult would be a challenge, but my darn characters are too old.  And they like to get naked!

What kind of research do you do for your books?

Internet, books on History, old maps.  For my current WIP I had to know about the history of mining in Cornwall in the early 19th century.  Fascinating stuff, and it really gave me an insight into my hero’s motivation.  Do you enjoy the research process?  Gosh, yes.  Though research can be a huge time sucker.

Out of all your books, do you have a favorite one?  If not, then which one is closest to.

The sequel to PRIDE AND FIRE has who is still the favorite hero I’ve written, Paul’s friend Lord Roberts.  Charming, solicitous, strong.  And he has no idea that the perfect woman was under his nose the whole time.

What character out of all your books is the closest to your personality?

Though I lack her stunning beauty (mine is less subtle, LOL) I identify with Michelle from PRIDE AND FIRE.  Spunky and outspoken and determined.

What do you hope readers get from your books after they read them?

Pure enjoyment.  And I want them to have that “hot eye moment,” when you read something that nearly makes you cry.  I love that in the books I read and I strive for it in books I write.  And if they get turned on by the love scenes?  Yeah, that’s great too!

If you could make a movie of any one of your books which one would you choose and who would you cast at the h/h?

I think I’ve written one heck of a hero in a sexy Contemporary we’re shopping around right now.  He’s a Forest Ranger and it’s set in the Sierra Nevada.  Who would play him?  Jeffrey Dean Morgan.  Big, handsome, and those dimples?  Yum.

What is the weirdest thing a reviewer has ever said about one of your books?

One wrote “WTF” to describe the hero and heroine’s relationship.  Nice, huh?  Thankfully most others got them.

What is the nicest thing a reviewer has ever said about one of your books?

One reviewer stated that PRIDE AND FIRE was the first book of mine she read and it wouldn’t be the last!  She loved the characters and Michelle’s outspokenness.

Will electronic readers ever take the place of the humble paperback?

I don’t believe so.  As cool as the new eBooks are, I believe people like toting around a paperback, breaking the spine, feeling the pages, and truly experiencing the book.  I do, anyway.

Most Current Release:

Pride and Fire
From Sinful Moments Press, an imprint of Lachesis Publishing
ISBN 9781897562208

Paul Talbot, Viscount Leed, is set on avoiding the marriage trap.  Though his fmaily has money troubles, he won’t marry an heiress and dance on her leading strings.  He discreetly writes speeches for Parliament, using his words to passionately express others’ opinions.

Lady Michelle Thomas is a spirited heiress, piqued with the rules of Society which dictate that a woman must be seen and not heard.  And if she has opinions on politics or finances?  Well, she had best keep them to herself.  Sparks fly when she meets Paul and she believes she’s found a man interested in more than her face, form and finances.

They wed, but when Paul refuses to take her very generous dowry she’ll do anything to see her money settled on him.  Even if it means going to his rival and putting more than his career in jeopardy.


Her Websites:



Rousing Caine by Lex Valentine

In FREE READS, Lex Valentine, Promo on March 21, 2011 at 2:18 am

Rousing Caine/Love Me Dead


Jason Rockham has lost faith in others and himself. He no longer trusts and doesn’t believe in love. When he escapes to his cliffside home in Northern California, he meets a ghost who is the antithesis of everything he’s come to believe about people. Caine Carruthers fell in love with the laugh of a man he didn’t know. After his unexpected death, he sought out the man and found him bitter and disillusioned with life. With love in his heart, Caine sets out to show Jason that life is worthwhile and love is possible. Two incomparable heroes – a man who has lost hope and a ghost who believes love conquers all, including death. This story will make you laugh and cry and most of all… believe.



After rushing through his morning ablutions, Jason yanked on a pair of black shorts and a grey t-shirt. Padding barefoot into the kitchen, he found Caine sitting on the terrace with a tray on the table before him. The ghost appeared cleaned up from his swim and now wore a sage green t-shirt with the Caine Surf Shop logo and khaki shorts. His hands held the newspaper at arm’s length as he read.

Jason sat down across from him and reached for a muffin, breathing deeply of the fragrance of the warm bread. Setting it on his plate, he reached for the coffee pot and filled his cup. As he ate the muffin, he watched Caine read the paper. Finally, his curiosity got the better of him.

“Why are you holding the paper out like that?”

With a loud rustle, Caine folded the paper and laid it on the table, reaching for his coffee. “My eyesight isn’t what it used to be. If I don’t hold it at arm’s length, the letters are blurry,” he replied simply.

Jason gaped at him. “But… but you’re dead! Didn’t that fix the problem of old-age eyes?” he said, struggling not to laugh. “And how old are you anyway?”

“Forty-three.” Caine frowned down at the newspaper. “Maybe I can see the letters now. I didn’t even try. I’ve been holding the paper like that for a couple of years now. I didn’t realize it was a by-product of getting older. It’s just a habit now.”

Jason reached for another muffin, breaking open the golden cake. “As we get older, our eyes age too. Our near vision starts to weaken. It’s a common condition called presbyopia.”

Caine’s brows rose. “Fancy word for old eyes,” he said with a chuckle.

“I have it too.” Jason grinned at his lover, thinking he hadn’t felt so comfortable with someone in years. “I wear glasses for reading.”

Caine’s mouth opened as if he was going to say something, but then he closed it and smiled. “You’re not old.”

Jason shrugged and finished his muffin, leaning back in his chair with his coffee mug. “Thirty-eight isn’t that young. I wanted kids, but it’s too late for that now.”

“You can still have children, Jason. So you’re not married anymore. Hire a surrogate. It’s not like you can’t afford it.”

Caine’s quiet words froze Jason in mid-sip. He’d thought about a surrogate often, but he didn’t even know if his “boys” were up to impregnating a woman. The fertility specialists he and Lainey had gone to had never determined that the problem was his, so he just didn’t know if he could father children.

“I don’t think you have a thing to worry about, Jason. Just start the process. It will all work out,” Caine told him.

Jason stared in amazement at the ghost. “Me? Be a single parent? I don’t know if I could do it, Caine.” He shook his head. “When I was married, things were different.”

Caine cocked up one eyebrow in a sardonic expression. “Not really. Did you really think that Lainey would nurse a baby and ruin those perfect breasts you bought her? Did you think she’d pace the nursery at night holding and rocking a colicky infant? Change diapers? Deal with midnight feedings?”

Caine shook his head vehemently. “Jason, you know that was never gonna happen, and for all that she turned into a bitch because the two of you couldn’t have kids. She would have hired a nanny. Her getting pregnant was all about your money. It was never about her wanting children the way you want them.”

Jason sighed dejectedly. He’d always had the sense that Lainey had lied about wanting kids. He knew for a fact that she wanted his money, though. Her drive to take it all from him in the divorce proved that. Luckily, his father had made both his sons put their assets in trust long before either was married. The old guy had been whip smart and Jason had never appreciated that fact more than during the ugliness of his divorce.

“What’s it like, Caine?” he asked softly.

The golden head rose, blue eyes filled with more emotion than Jason had ever seen in someone’s gaze.

“Having a child?” Caine let out his breath on a long sigh. “It’s amazing. I remember feeling shell-shocked. I couldn’t believe I had created her, that she was part of me. All the things you think you’d never do – the diapers and puke and driving around all night in the car so they can sleep in the car seat when they’re fussy – are just automatic. You don’t even think of not doing them. Your child needs you so of course you just do what’s necessary for their existence. I would die for her…” He snorted then. “Well, if I wasn’t already dead, that is.”

Jason’s heart turned over. The love in Caine’s voice touched him. All the things he said, Jason wanted to experience, but likely never would. His chances had grown very slim.

“Just call the surrogate program, Jason. Trust me. You can do this. Make your dream happen. Don’t sit on your ass. Look what sitting on my ass got me.” Caine gestured to himself and his form shimmered like a mirage for a few moments. “Dead. You don’t wanna be dead. You just need to jack off in the test tube and let the expensive doctor inject your sperm into some waiting college student who needs money. Next thing you know, you’ll be chasing a little Jason around the terrace.”

Caine made it all sound so simple. Until Caine had brought it up, Jason had thought he’d successfully gotten over his burning need to have a child. Yet now, the ghost got him all fired up to try the surrogate program. Could he do it? Was he really not too old?

“You’re not old, damn it! And you can do it. Just believe in yourself and your dreams, Jason.”

Caine’s eyes met his, and Jason saw the stark determination in the blue irises. “You can do whatever you set your mind to. Having a child is not as hard as you think. That laugh I heard, the laugh I fell in love with, it came because you were happy and part of it had to do with the child you were speaking to. You were meant to have children, Jason. Don’t deny yourself. Promise me you will call the surrogate program.”

Jason wondered how they gotten onto such a serious subject for a morning after a night like they had had. Having children seemed like an odd discussion to have with your new lover after a night of hot sex.  Yet, he felt comfortable having the discussion with Caine. Maybe because Caine had a daughter. Or maybe it had to do with how well they fit together both sexually and in their personalities.

He stared at the ghost who had opened the paper again. He couldn’t remember ever wanting someone as much as he wanted Caine. He couldn’t remember ever having such spectacular sex. He was pretty sure it had nothing to do with the supernatural and everything to do with who he and Caine were. Their spirits meshed perfectly, and if life had been different, he could see them growing old together…

A warm hand clasped his where it lay on the granite table top. “I wish things were different, Jason,” Caine’s voice whispered, emotion deep and raw in the quiet tones. “But they aren’t, so before I go, I need to know that you’ll be okay, that you’ll be happy. Please call the surrogate program.”

Jason’s throat tightened until he felt as if he couldn’t breathe. “Okay,” he croaked unsteadily. “I will. I promise.”

Caine’s hand tightened on his. “Thank you.”

Lex Valentine
Author of ARe Bestsellers Fire Season and Mating
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Coming in October – LOVE ME DEAD from MLR Press, WEIRDLY 3 from Wild Child Publishing, FIRE SEASON in PRINT from Pink Petal Books

Review: Kept by Zoe Winters

In FREE READS, Paranormal Romance, Zoe Winters on March 20, 2011 at 2:13 pm


by Zoe Winters

Greta is a werecat whose tribe plans to sacrifice her during the next full moon. Her only hope for survival is Dayne, a sorcerer who once massacred most of the tribe. What’s that thing they say about the enemy of your enemy?

Zoe Winters has started a trilogy of paranormal romance novellas. In her first novella she writes about a woman, Greta, whose destiny is to die unless she gets and evil sorcerer, Dayne, to help her and protect her. Along the way they fell in love. Then the betrayal of parents and the threat of doom start to complicate their relationship. Though with the help of an unexpected “friend” the day is saved, but all is far from well.
This book can be found for free on her website.

I believe in the other two novellas Ms. Winters might go further in to the ultimate plot that may encompass all the characters that we have been introduced to so far. I think it’s a good book. It was just really involved these two main characters Greta and Dayne. Dayne is a bitter old man, old in age but not in looks. He is just as bitter too. Greta is not naïve she is a grown woman that has weighed the pros and the cons of bartering for protection from her pack. Even though the book is short the characters have no lack of development. They feel real and act like a real person to me and it took me by surprise when I got to the end of the book. My mind screamed “That is it? What the heck?” I needed to know more. So I am enthusiastically waiting for the rest of the series to come out. You can find her blogging at http://zoewinters.wordpress.com/

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Dark Country by Bronwyn Parry

In Romantic Suspense on March 20, 2011 at 2:13 am

Dark Country


Haunted by her failures, Detective Isabelle O’Connell is recalled to duty by DCI Alec Goddard to investigate the abduction of yet another child from her home town. They have only days to find the girl alive, with few clues, a town full of suspects, and a vast wilderness to search. It soon becomes a game of cat and mouse, with Bella firmly in the killer’s sights.

For Bella, this case is already personal; for Alec, his best intentions to keep it purely professional soon dissolve, and his anguish over Bella’s safety moves beyond the concern for a colleague.

Their mutual attraction leaves them both vulnerable to their private nightmares – nightmares the killer ruthlessly exploits.

As Darkness Falls was a finalist in the Romance Writers of Australia Romantic Book of the Year Award 2009, in the Romantic Elements category. Prior to publication, the manuscript won the Romance Writers of America 2007 Golden Heart Award, for best unpublished Romantic Suspense.


Welcome back to Dungirri, a small outback town in Australia.  All Kris Matthew’s, the town cop, wants is for the town to move past the tragedies of last couple of years.  Unfortunately a stray encounter with the once local boy Morgan “Gil” Gillespie means that she is thrown right back into the thick of things she never thought could happen in her town again.

Gil Gillespie left Dungirri eighteen years ago after a tragic accident which resulted not only in a death but with him being framed for the death.  He’s back in town to pay his debts and close the door on his past once and for all but Gil can’t out run his past.

Kris is no a nonsense, take charge, practical police sergeant who understands just how people from a small town work.  She loves Dungirri and is determined that the town won’t fade in to obscurity like so many other small towns thought out Australia.  Gil is a dark and somewhat cynical man with secrets from his life outside of Dungirri that just could put the final nail in the coffin for the small struggling town.

A chance meeting on a dark road see’s Kris inadvertently become Gil’s alibi and the pace picks up from there.  As we saw in “As Darkness Falls” Ms Parry is a master of weaving sub plots throughout her books which leaves you on the edge just waiting to see what happens next.  There are murders a plenty but none of them are gratuitously written.  Each in its own right adds a layer to the plot and you know that they aren’t thrown in to keep the story running.  The romance between Kris and Gil is like a pot put on low to simmer.  Pieces get added throughout the book culminating in a realistic relationship that you know will last the test of time.

For anyone who is not Australian, if you really want to know what we are like, read this book and the previous book by Ms Parry “As Darkness Falls”.  We don’t walk around saying “crikey” or put a “shrimp on the barbie”.   Unfortunately like every other country in the world, we have organised crime and a darker seamier side of life but the Australian nature endures and overcomes.  I love the way that Ms Parry portrays the Australian people.  When reading her books I feel like I am reading about people who could be my neighbours.  The way she describes the camaraderie of small towns is exactly what I grew up with and to this day it hasn’t changed.

5 Minutes with Lux Zakari

In 5 Minutes, Lux Zakari on March 19, 2011 at 6:22 pm


Lux Zakari is an erotica writer in the United States. She moonlights as an editor for a fiction publisher, and her stories, poetry and reviews have appeared in Best Women’s Erotica 2009, Best Bondage Erotica 2011 and Girl Crazy, as well as on the Web sites Clean Sheets, Oysters and Chocolate, The Erotic Woman and For the Girls.

“Love on the Side of the NJ Turnpike,” her short erotic e-story, was released Nov. 2009 via Paper Bag Press.

Zakari’s first erotic novel, Coercion, is now available via Lyrical Press, Inc.

 Q. What project are you currently working on?

A. I’m currently in the midst of finding a home for two new novels and working on another that started out as a friends-becoming-more scenario meets Eyes Wide Shut, but it’s taking on a life of its own.

Q. What is your favorite snack?

A. I have so many; I’m always getting into a snack and eating hardly anything but that for weeks. Now, I’m into the rosemary-and-olive-oil Triscuits coupled with sharp white cheddar cheese and a sliced avocado. Not a single ingredient in that can be altered in any way!

Q. If you could be one of your characters, who would you be and why?

A. I wouldn’t necessarily be her, but I really enjoyed writing the character Breeze in Coercion. I had a reader write me telling me how evil she found Breeze, but I see her as unpredictable, fiery and, yes, cruel, but for a reason. Her relationship with Michael intrigued me; no matter how unhealthy it was, they clearly cared about each other; it was a union of equals.


Q. What is the one era you would love to go visit and why?

A. As my erotic novel Coercion may suggest, I would’ve loved to have been in my late teens – early twenties in the 1970s. There is something about that period that I entirely romanticize. Plus, I tend to gravitate to boys who look like they’re straight out of the seventies, so going back to then, I’d be in no shortage of those!

Q. Do you believe in love at first sight?

A. I definitely believe in instant chemistry. In fact, I’m reluctant to pursue a relationship without it. It would be irresponsible to call it love, but I’ve certainly been fascinated right off the bat, left needing to learn everything I can about the person.

Q. What is your perfect pizza?

A. I’m prejudiced against square pizza! Aside from that, there’s no such thing as bad pizza.

Q. Out of all your books, do you have a favorite one?

A. I’ve written a novel called Intertwined, which I’m intensely proud of; when I was revising it, I couldn’t believe I was the one responsible for its existence. I had to push my limits as a writer to create it, really delve into new territory. Hopefully it’ll be picked up by an agent or publisher soon; I can’t wait to share it with others.

Q. How much does reader response mean to you over your books?

A. It means quite a bit to me. To put your work out in the world—something you created it and care about deeply—and have people respond positively to it is incredibly gratifying.

Q. If you could make a movie of any one of your books, which one would you choose and who would you cast at the h/h?

A. I think about this all the time! I recently cast Henry Cavill as Michael Vartanian in the movie version of Coercion, which is currently playing only in my head.

Q. What is the nicest thing a reviewer has ever said about one of your books?

A. Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews gave my short story, “Love on the Side of the NJ Turnpike,” a five-cherry score and the reviewer said the story moved her to tears. And I’m always thrilled by Coercion’s reviews on Goodreads.

Q. Boxers or briefs?

A. Boxers, boxers, boxers. A giant hell no to briefs; I’ve yet to see any dude look fine in those!

Lux Zakari

Coercion — an erotic novel now available via Lyrical Press, Inc.

Guest Blogger: Melissa Schroeder, Harmless series author

In Guest Blogging, Melissa Schroeder, Promo on March 19, 2011 at 2:14 pm

Hey, everyone! Melissa Schroeder here:) For those of you who don’t know me, I am an erotic and sensual romance author who writes in about every time period known to man, lol–and some that aren’t, lol. Recently, I turned in the third Harmless book, A Little Harmless Obsession,  for edits, and it was fun spending time with Evan and May, not to mention some of the older characters. I am really looking forward to writing A Little Harmless Addiction. It even got me in the mood to write a free Harmless story for Christmas:)

Oh, and be sure to check out the first book, A Little Harmless Sex and the free short story, A Little Harmless Fling on my website.

Now for that taste of pleasure…


Cynthia Myers meets Chris Dupree at her former fiancé’s wedding. After a little dancing, and champagne, she ends up back in Chris’s hotel room. For one night of down and dirty sex. That’s it, that’s all. He lives far away, and she has other things to do…like get a life.

Chris is a switch. He likes to dominate but he also likes to play the role of a submissive from time to time. His last relationship with a sub turned nasty and since then, he has shied away from anything but straight vanilla sex. When he meets Cynthia, he finds a woman who could change his mind. His mate. The only problem is he has to convince her.

In a carefully orchestrated seduction, Chris teaches Cynthia about submission and dominance, allowing her take the reins. As he leads her through pleasures she thought she’d never experience, Cynthia’s self confidence soars and she finds herself falling in love with him. But, when he asks for submission in the bedroom, can she surrender to prove her love or was it all about a little harmless pleasure?

Warning, this book contains: Lots of sex, of course; bondage and submission done in a tasteful but wonderfully arousing way, propositions from a drunken woman, hot phone sex, southern accents, Hawaiian scenery, and OH MY, a m/f/m menage that will send tingles all the way to your toes, along with other various body parts. A glass of ice-cold water for refreshment is recommended while reading.


(c) 2008, Melissa Schroeder

“You’re embarrassed to be seen with me.” He said the words, worried they might be true. He didn’t think Cynthia was prejudiced, but he was in South Georgia, the heart of Dixie. It was different from Honolulu. Her family came from old Southern money, the kind that didn’t like to mingle with people of color—unless they were being served by them. But besides the color of Cynthia’s skin, there was the added problem of her background. She’d been taught to be ashamed of her sexuality. Even as she frowned at him, he slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.

She settled against his chest. Her golden hair contrasted against his dark skin. He drew in a deep breath. The hint of her flowery perfume lingered beneath the scent of sex coating her skin.

“You know I’m not embarrassed to be seen with you. In fact, I would probably gain points for the gossip it would cause.”

He heard the smile in her voice and responded in kind.

She shook her head. “It isn’t being seen with you that would bother me. It is everyone knowing…well, knowing.”

Resting his chin on top of her head, he gently rocked her. “What does that matter? Everyone knew about you and Max.”

The sigh she released was filled with irritation. “Yes, they did. But, you see, I was marrying Max. A Myers doesn’t have one-night stands.”

He heard the scorn in her voice. He hoped it was more for what she’d had to endure than what had occurred between them. Glancing over his shoulder, he located a chair just a few steps back.

“Tell you what,” he said as he walked both of them to the chair. “Why don’t we have breakfast, and then you can go?”

When he reached the chair, he sat, pulling her down with him. She wiggled and crossed her arms beneath her breasts. Breasts he wanted to touch, lick, taste. Since he was nude, he knew she felt his erection. She stilled, looking down at him, her eyes simmering with passion.

“Chris.” She was trying to sound like she disapproved. It wasn’t working. Mainly because he could see the pulse in her neck jump and hear her breathing increase. “You would think…”

She closed her eyes as he grabbed hold of her hips and ground against her. “Think what?” He nipped at her earlobe.

She drew in a shuddering breath. “Chris…”

This time, there was such yearning in her voice it made him want to shout with triumph. She needed him like he needed her and playing fair was off the table. Knowing how sensitive her breasts were, he slid one hand up under her blouse and beneath the fabric of her bra. A few strokes of his thumb was all it took. Her nipple pebbled, and she moaned.

“Come on, chéri. Once more.”

And even though he said it, he silently acknowledged once would never be enough. He’d never felt this connection with a woman, the need to bring her into her own, to teach her the things that would make her complete. He moved his hand to caress her other breast, and she relaxed against him.

“This is our one chance.” He didn’t believe that. He would figure out some way to make it work, even thousands of miles apart. “Why would we not enjoy ourselves?”

She shuddered, her rear end wiggling over his erection. As the blood rushed from his brain, he had to beat back the caveman who said to throw her down and show her just how good they were together.

He slid his hand beneath her skirt. As he skimmed one finger along her slit, he pinched her nipple with the fingers of his other hand. Her gasp was filled with surprise and arousal.


Her sex was so damp her panties soaked with her passion. She moved with him, her body taking over even if she still harbored doubts.

“That’s it, baby. So wet.”

In one abrupt motion, she pulled away from him and off his lap. He opened his mouth to argue with her, but she shook her head. She settled her hands on her hips, her breath coming out in gasps. Licking his lips, he noticed her nipples pushing against the fabric of her shirt.

“You know, you like to tell people what to do. But I’m not sure I want that.”

Again, his mouth opened in protest, but she touched her index finger to the tip of his cock, spreading around the beads of moisture that had bubbled up. Catching his gaze, she lifted her hand to her mouth, licking her fingers. A simple act, but it was probably one of the most erotic things he’d witnessed in his life. She put her finger between her lips, sucking the rest of the liquid off.

When she finished, she slid her finger out and smiled. “I was right, Mr. Dupree. You are delicious.” Her voice dripped with seduction, arousal, her Southern accent deepening, turning him inside out. He moved to stand, but she stepped forward and placed her hand on his shoulder.

“Uh, uh, uh. Mr. Dupree, I think we are having problems communicating here.” She trailed her fingers over his chest as she walked around the chair. Once she was behind him, she settled her hands on his shoulders, rubbing his tense muscles. “I think for once I should be the one to decide about this. True, you played along with me yesterday, but I don’t know if you suffered enough.”

He wanted to tell her that he had not been playing along. That he understood her need to dominate. She stole any rational thought as she moved her hands to his head, massaging his scalp. Chris closed his eyes and leaned his head back to rest on her breasts.

“You know, I have a feeling you enjoyed yourself last night.”

He chuckled. “How did you guess?”

She ignored that comment. “But you know what? I don’t think you ever told me what you like.”

Her hands skimmed down his face, past his chest and stomach, to his cock. He was held mesmerized watching her elegant, ivory hands contrasting against his darker skin as they moved down his body. Leaning against his shoulder, she draped her body over his and took hold of him at the base.

“It was all about making me happy, which is good. I don’t know if anyone ever thought about that before. But you know what would make me happy?” She nipped at his ear, then licked it.


She stroked him again, allowing her thumb to pass over the head. “I want to drive you crazy.”

“You’re doing a good job of it right now, Cynthia.”

She pumped him a few times. Tension gathered along his nerve endings, his body coiling, reaching for the pinnacle. His balls were so tight, he was amazed he had held on this long.

“Not good enough, in my opinion.”

Once more she stroked him, teasing him with the release he needed, then she was gone and walking around the chair again. His body was pulsing, clamoring to reach fulfillment, and she left him. He opened his eyes and found her in front of him. Without a word, she dropped to her knees. She placed a hand on each of his legs and leaned forward. Touching her tongue to the base of his cock, she licked up one side, swiped over the top, and down the other side.

“Sweet. You taste so sweet.” He didn’t miss the excitement in her voice. She made him sound like a tasty confection, one she would relish, lick by lick, until she had completely devoured it.

She wrapped one hand around the base, took him into her mouth. She couldn’t take his entire length, but she did her damnedest. Closing her eyes, she set to work, sucking, kissing, licking him, driving him out of his ever-loving mind. Again, the tension mounted. He curled his toes, trying to hold off. Just as he felt he might not be able to stop his orgasm, she pulled away.

He looked down and almost came at the sight of her tongue darting out over her swollen lips.

“Hmmm.” That was all she said before she leaned forward to lick and suck his balls. Jesus. He’d created a monster.