Thursday, December 30, 2010
The first card I pulled from the deck reads:
EVERY DAY I PRACTICE MY ABILITY TO REACH MY DESIRED FINANCIAL GOALS.
I pinned the card to the bulletin board next to my desk where I won't miss it. I read it daily and I tell myself all I have to do is "practice my ability" - simple enough. To me that means, I write. Every day. My only resolution this year, is to read that card daily and to do what it inspires me to do. I believe everything else will fall into place.
What would practicing your ability mean to you?
What is one resolution you can make to yourself that you are confident you can keep? My suggestion is that you keep it simple, but make sure it puts you on the track to your bigger goals. Make this the year you set yourself up for success.
Happy New Year!!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"
Monday, December 27, 2010
So is everyone ready for the new year? I'm getting ready. Do you know the old saying about "whatever you're doing on New Year's Eve is what you'll be doing all year long"? Well, that's what they say anyway. So try not to be sleeping. lol That's just plain counterproductive.
I used to go to all kinds of big parties and out clubbing and such on New Year's Eve. Oh heck yeah. I did it up right. I'd get a suite at a hotel and just have a blast. And the one thing I always had to have at the stroke of midnight was a kiss from some gorgeous hunk.
Haven't done any partying in a few years though. Haven't celebrated New Year's Eve outside of my own cozy house. I've spent it with my kids one way or another. When they were smaller, I gave them ginger ale in champagne glasses while I sipped on my Korbel. Always made sure we had party hats and those little blowers and a nice cheese tray to nibble on. As the girls got older I found myself shuffling them to teenage parties--albeit the ones that were chaperoned by responsible adults who didn't allow drinking.
My girls are both driving now and will be out and about. We've had major discussions about drinking and driving. So I'm feeling very confident that they won't. My only concern is that they will let someone else drive. So we're still talking about that one. The boy is only fourteen, but even he has plans this New Year's Eve--an all night X Box gaming party at a friend's house.
So I get to spend New Year's Eve on my own for the first time in a very long time. I've given a lot of thought to what I want to be doing at midnight too. This year I'm going to be sipping on champagne and writing. Yep, you can email me at midnight and that's what I'll be doing. Writing. Well...if I return your email, I'll be emailing too. LOL But writing is my goal this year---lots of writing.
So what is it that you want most in your personal life in 2011?
I'm starting off the new year right with my very first Ellora's Cave release on January 26th. It's a co-authored book with Natalie Dae entitled Black Cougar Curse. I also have a Valentine's Day release too. Not sure when the release date is, but it should be around the same time as Black Cougar Curse. Here's the blurb for Black Cougar Curse.
Deep in the mountain wilderness, Lucia Chavez searches for closure to her father's death, and the mythical black cougar he sought. Drop-dead sexy Cherokee Indian guide Sam Starr knows more than he’s telling. After he saves Lucia from being swept away in a mudslide, the bath they both need steams up a lot more than the mirror. Sam and Lucia are living proof that near-death experiences can bring two people closer together—they can’t keep their hands off each other. Neither has ever experienced anything like the heat that smolders between them.
Amidst danger and mystery, Sam and Lucia explore the lust that burns between them. If their desire for one another gets any stronger, it could bring down the mountains that surround them. Ancient secrets hold the key to their unbridled sexual need. Was their passion written in the stars?
One man. One woman. A curse that binds them—and could tear them apart.
Happy New Year, everyone. Make 2011 the best yet!
Saturday, December 25, 2010
It's finally here! I hope everyone is enjoying Christmas day. This is a day of sharing and... baking!!! Which brings me to this great joke I found recently. I saw this joke by Prank Call of Cthulhu on FARK and I had to share it with everyone. It's eggnog recipes by famous TV chefs. Perfect for the holiday season! Enjoy!
Famous TV Chef Eggnog Recipes
Bobby Flay eggnog: mix eggs, cream, sugar, and rum, then throw it on the grill and garnish with mango chutney.
Sandra Lee eggnog: Pour one tablespoon of store-bought eggnog into an 8-oz glass. Swish it around to coat the glass, pour out excess. Fill the remainder of the glass with vodka and serve.
Alton Brown eggnog: Build a ridiculously complicated frothing machine out of dry ice, twenty feet of rubber tubing, a colander, and a garden hose nozzle, then follow a twenty-step process and deliver a five minute rant about why an egg separator is a useless "unitasker."
Rachael Ray eggnog: The addition of a little EVOO to a traditional eggnog recipe is YUM-O!!!
Gordon Ramsay eggnog: IS THAT HOW YOU BEAT A F*****G EGG? I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU F*****G DONKEY? GET OUT!!! GET THE F**K OUT OF MY KITCHEN YOU F*****G C**T!!!!
Paula Dean eggnog: Combine eggs, butter, whole cream, butter, sugar, butter, rum, butter, and more butter. Whip. Serve with a side of defibrillator.
Isn't that the funniest thing ever? And now, since you have already opened your cards with fifty dollar bills and gift certificates, here are Christmas gifts for the ultimate geek. Stock up and buy them now if you haven't already!
Star Trek Pizza Cutter - for the Trekkie with everything.
Star Trek Bottle Opener - for the Trekkie with everything plus the Star Trek Pizza Cutter but without the Bottle Opener.
Harry Potter - Hermione's Time Turner - sadly, it doesn't actually work so you can't go back in time and fix things you've royally screwed up.
The 11 Doctors Complete Set Of Action Figures - who are your favorite Doctors? I like Eccleston, Tennant, and Pertwee. And this set of action figures rocks!
Tardis wardrobe Go to the link to see a picture. It's beyond tacky but fun. I've also seen a Tardis CD/DVD case but I can't find that one anywhere.
Bottled True Blood Tasty Drink - The Sookie Stackhouse Southern Vampire Series - True Blood (HBO) - would go nicely with the bloody syringe pens I saw at a science fiction convention once, but I can't find them anymore. I also wonder how badly this stuff tastes.
Rex plush toy, from the UK series "Primeval" - there's another one that's remote controlled that flies. Plus, "Primeval" is coming back for another season of fun. I'm looking forward to it.
So there you have it. All the geeky stuff you could possibly want to round out your Christmas gifts you didn't get from your friends and family. And who wouldn't want to wow people with a Star Trek pizza cutter and bottle opener? LOL
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Some people may have visions of sugar plums dancing in their heads, but as I drifted off to sleep last night, Cher started singing to me. Yes, for some reason Cher's "Believe" started running through my head and I woke up this morning singing it. You remember the lyrics, don't you?
"Do you be...LIEVE....in life after love?" Come on sing it with me now...(arm waving required)
"No matter how hard I try, you keep pushing me aside..."
We're off key, aren't we? Oh wait, that's just me.
As I screeched...er, sang...I started thinking about the lyrics. Unfortunately, this season of belief, is also sometimes a season of heartache. Couples break-up and loved ones move on to their soul's next journey. We all know the pain a break-up or loss can bring, and believing in life at that dark moment is one of the hardest things to do.
It's not easy to find the strength to BELIEVE you will again find the happiness and love you've lost. As Cher puts it: "I can feel something inside me say I really don't think you're strong enough..."
One of my close friends likes to remind me that nothing really great or really horrible ever lasts for very long. Most of life's moments fall somewhere between those two extremes. It's hard to argue with that.
I offer this from my personal experiences this past year: If you're broken hearted, find strength in remembering that the pain of loss, as sharp as it may be, will not always cut as deeply as it does now. And if you're head over heels in love, don't let a second of joy escape without feeling it all the way to your bones. These are the moments that make our lives richer. This is when we are reminded of our strengths and our capacity for emotions. These are the moments that prove we're alive. As a writer and a reader I know they are also the moments we crave because we seek stories that let us experience those emotions over and over again.
There is no love without pain, but there's no greater joy in the world than sharing your heart with another. Don't ever let the pain of heartbreak hold you back from loving again or believing in life after love. Write your own stories by creating opportunities for those emotions you desire. Cherish those times that don't last very long. They may take your breath away or they may knock the wind out of you, but they will be the moments that ultimately make you the person you want to be.
This season is about belief. I wish for you all plenty of heartfelt moments this week and in the New Year to restore and amplify your belief in love, kindness, beauty and the blessings of your life.
From my heart to yours, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
I'm so excited! My hot new erotic Exotica romance SEXY SECRET SANTA comes out today with Ellora's Cave! I love writing holiday theme stories, especially Christmas ones, so when I came up with the idea for a story about a hero and heroine who get locked in their office building for the night, I thought why not have them end up there because they sneaked off during the office Christmas party for a little nookie?! The idea worked and my editor at EC loved it! Hope you do, too!
Happy Reading and Merry Christmas!
Hollie Kerr has lusted after hot architectural engineer Dirk Fraser ever since they started working together, so she’s thrilled to discover he’s her Secret Santa at the office Christmas party. What she doesn’t know is that her friend has led him to believe Hollie prefers a good spanking over a boring, old
present any day.
Though Hollie is surprised when Dirk put her over his knee, she can’t pass up the opportunity to get spanked by a hunky guy like him. Her upturned bottom isn’t the only thing that gets hot, however, and soon they’re having sex right there in the office. By the time they come up for air, the party has wrapped up, their coworkers have left and the building is locked up tight.
What’s a girl supposed to do when she’s trapped all night in the office with
a gorgeous guy? Have sex in all the places she’s ever fantasized about, of
Hollie frowned as a thought abruptly occurred to her. What if the whole I’ll-give-it-to-you-later thing was a stall tactic to hold her off until everyone left the party? Maybe Dirk had forgotten to get her anything at all. She hated to think he was type who would do something like that.
She finished off the last of her cookie, determined to figure out what Dirk was up to. “Okay, I can’t take it anymore,” she said to him. “I want my present now.”
His brow creased. “Seriously?”
“Uh-huh. I think I’ve been patient long enough. I want it now.”
Dirk hesitated, as if debating whether to give in to her demands, but then he finally nodded. “Okay, if you’re sure. But I think I better give it to you in private.”
Setting her half-empty cup of eggnog on the table, he took her hand and led her out of the atrium and down the hallway. His hand was big and strong and warm around hers, and she had to bite her lips to stifle a little moan at the tingle that ran through her at his touch.Hollie opened her mouth to ask where he was taking her when they stepped into the computer drafting and design studio. Since she didn’t work in the architecture side of the business, she didn’t come down to this part of the building often, but she knew Dirk spent a lot his time working in the room and she wondered if he had hidden her present in here. Then again, the studio was the farthest away from the atrium where the festivities were being held back out in the atrium and he had closed the door after they’d come in. Maybe Dirk wanted privacy when he gave her the present. That made her squirm in anticipation. What kind of gift could require this much privacy?
“So, where is it?” she asked.
He let out a soft, sexy chuckle. “Impatient, aren’t you?”
She grinned. “I prefer to think of myself as eager.
Taking her hand in his again, Dirk led her over to one of the drafting tables in the back of the room. But instead of reaching underneath it and coming up with the Christmas present
he had promised, he sat down in the chair and began to guide her over his knee.
Hollie looked at him in surprise. “What are you doing?”
He frowned up at her, confusion clear on his face. “Giving you your Christmas present, just
like you asked. Are you saying you changed your mind and don’t want it?”
Hollie knew exactly what kind of present she would end up with if she let Dirk drape her
over his lap like he obviously intended—a spanking! And while she loved a good spanking
as much as the next girl—okay, maybe a little more than the next girl—she was shocked
Dirk had thought to give her one. Was her kinky side that obvious? Was the fact that she
had a thing for strong, masculine men who knew how to warm her ass written all over her
Well, however he knew, she wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity like this, not when a
guy as hot as Dirk was doing the spanking. Though she did understand now why he wanted to give her his present in private.
She gave him a sexy smile. “I didn’t change my mind. You can go ahead and give me my Christmas present.”
The corner of Dirk’s mouth edged up, but he didn’t say anything, just guided her the rest of the way over his knee. Familiar with being in that position, Hollie put her hands on the
floor to help balance herself. As he placed a strong hand on her back to keep her in place, she got the feeling he had done this sort of thing before, too.
Even though she liked getting spanked, Hollie couldn’t keep herself from tensing a little as
she waited for the first smack. But Dirk didn’t spank her right away. Instead, he gently
caressed her ass through her skirt. She had to stifle a sigh of pleasure. Regardless of the
fact that he seemed to know what he was doing, she had expected him to give her a dozen or so smacks on the derriere and be done with it. However, he was obviously going to take his time, which meant she was in for some serious fun.
When he finally brought his hand down on her upturned bottom, she gasped. The smack
seemed to echo in the room and she was grateful the rest of their coworkers were making
too much noise at the party to hear.
“Was that too hard?” he asked.
She looked over her shoulder at him. “No. You can spank me a little harder, if you want.”
His mouth quirked. “You really are a bad girl, aren’t you?”
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"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Thank you Paige for inviting me to Nice n Naughty.
I am an author who loves delving into the pages of history as I carry out research for my historical romance novels. I take pride in being historically correct. No history book is too old or tattered for me to trawl through. I have tramped through cemeteries, spent hours in museums. I visited an old jail once and went into the little stone cell, and although it was a hot day, inside the cell it was bone chillingly cold. I wanted to know what it was like to be incarcerated in such a place, as the heroine in my novel, Devil’s Ridge, was thrown in jail for a crime she did not commit.
I would like to think I have suffered for my craft, but I haven’t, except for a few blisters and sneezing fits.
I live in Melbourne , Australia . I am married with three grown up sons and a gorgeous little granddaughter. I usually start my day going through emails, then I head off to work. I am a medical audio typist (typing up Radiology reports) lots of mammograms and breast ultrasounds. Nothing I don’t know about “boobs.”
I am a member of the Romance Writers of Australia, the Melbourne Romance Writers Group (MRWG) and EPIC.
My novel, Frontier Wife, published by The Wild Rose Press won the 2010 Readers Favorite Award in the historical romance category. Wild Oats, also from TWRP is an EPICON 2011 finalist, so it has been a good year for me.
How long did it take to have my first novel published?
I have been writing short stories for as long as I can remember. It has taken me 20 years to get published. I have been so close so many times, but something always seemed to happen to thwart me at the last minute. Publisher closing down, change of editorial staff, that kind of thing, then it was back to square one again, but I never gave up on my dream – to be a published author .
I guess you could say I have been writing most of my life. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t write, and of course, I write because I love it. It’s a compulsion, just can’t not write. It would be easier to hack off my leg, (only joking about the leg).
What influenced me to write?
I can’t really say. When I was about eight years old I started writing poems, then short stories. I won a number of writing competitions over the years. After I was married and at home with my children (my husband worked night shift), I couldn’t sleep if I went to bed too early, so I started writing romance stories, I aimed for Harlequin Mills & Boon, but I soon realized, after a few rejection letters that I couldn’t write to their strict formula.
I write mainly Australian historical romance because I love history. To write good, believable stories you have to write about what you know and I have read a lot about, and traveled extensively in Australia , so I usually set at least part of my stories around Wangaratta, the place where I was born, and also a very picturesque, historical area. I know it so well. In most of my stories there is some overseas elements in it, mainly England , because I have visited there a couple of times.
What motivated me to write Stolen Birthright?
I guess I would have to say my love of history and the bravery of my forebears, who came to a wild untamed land thousands of miles across the sea and made a life for themselves and their families against overwhelming odds. Also I have never liked injustice.
I think I would be called a panster. I normally have a vague idea of the plot then I let my characters take over and the words flow.
How do I come up with a storyline?
Sometimes I might get an idea from a song. If I hear a sad song, it makes me feel melancholy, and strangely enough, that is when I write best. Sometimes the tears are rolling down my cheeks as I write, which is why I write in private, otherwise I might get locked up for being a nut case. I normally write in long hand, not worrying bout punctuation, spelling or anything else, I just let the words flow. Sometimes I can hardly write quickly enough. After the story is finished, I then type it on to the computer, then do the corrections and revisions.
Someone asked me this question once. If you could spend an hour talking to anyone from any time in history, who would it be? And Why?
I would like to talk to a World War 1 Australian army nurse. I have a great interest in the 1st World War. A sad and tragic period of history, but it fascinates me. One of my published books, Devil’s Ridge, from Whiskey Creek Press is set against a background of World War 1. Shattered Dreams and Wild Oats from The Wild Rose Press are also set against a World War 1 background. And I am revising another book set during that time, which is about an army nurse meeting and falling in love with an English Captain who hides a dark secret.
Thank you for reading this, hope you have learnt a little more about me and my writing.
STOLEN BIRTHRIGHT from Whiskey Creek Press
Can an English aristocrat ever hope to marry the daughter of convicts?
Georgina, a wild colonial girl, is brought up by O’Rourke, a rough and ready Irishman who she believes is her uncle. While helping the outlaw Johnny Dawson escape from prison she meets and falls in love with a dashing young English aristocrat, the Honourable Marcus Lindquist.
When Johnny Dawson is ambushed and killed, Marcus finally learns the secret of what has bound the young outlaw to Georgina . Johnny is her brother, not her lover as he had jealously supposed, but even darker secrets from the past overshadow their love.
Meanwhile, twelve thousand miles across the sea, Marcus’ Godfather, is plotting Georgina ’s death to keep his dark secrets from ever seeing the light of day.
The Honourable Marcus Lindquist cursed inwardly as another bump almost unseated him. What did this idiot of a driver think he was doing? Bloody half-witted colonial. He had been forced to leave England to save the Lindquist name from being dragged further into disrepute, now he was exiled in this Godforsaken penal colony. Australia was only fit for convicts and destitute immigrants.
Sylvia had ruined his life. She had betrayed him. Cast him aside to marry the heir to a Dukedom. He was just starting to think about marriage and settling down to produce heirs, when he had met and become infatuated with Lady Sylvia Hayworth. Just the thought of her full lips and lush, ripe body being given to another man almost destroyed him.
“Youse have to stay the night here.” Their uncouth looking driver poked his head through the coach window. “Too late to travel on the road now.”
“Road!” Marcus bit off an oath. Is that what they called it? Rutted track seemed more appropriate. He felt bruised and battered as he stepped stiffly from the coach and waited for the other occupants to alight.
He stamped his feet to get his circulation moving again after eight hours in the cramped coach. They had stopped only to eat and change the horses; now he was forced to spend the night in some revolting, bug-infested tavern, undoubtedly run by villainous riff raff.
Automatically, he offered his hand to help a middle-aged lady alight. A good night’s sleep would help. The voyage out from England had been nothing short of a bloody nightmare. Still, it did have a few lighter moments, including a troupe of eight painted, but pretty chorus girls who had kept him entertained.
“This way.” The driver took charge of the lady’s bag, leaving Marcus to pick up his own.
The roadside tavern looked anything but impressive, although the light spilling out on to the verandah offered some reassurance. A large, fat fellow in grubby pants met them at the door, and Marcus shuddered with distaste. Fastidious in his own habits, if this oaf’s appearance was anything to go by, he teetered on the brink of a hideous nightmare. Their driver, having dumped them like pieces of flotsam, disappeared without a word. Not even bothering to hide his disdain, Marcus stepped across the threshold.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Thanks, Paige, for having me on Nice n Naughty!
I first met Paige at Romanticon, when someone asked me what I liked to read about. "Spanking," I replied honestly. And Paige, bless her heart, came up to me and said, "Me too! You'd probably like my books then." And she was right - I do!
So, I was researching online - and let me tell ya, if anyone saw the viewing history on my computer I don't even want to know what they'd think was going on! But while I was doing my research, I discovered a practice that absolutely fascinated me. It's called ginger-figging, and it involves... well, I wrote a whole story about it called Ginger Snap, and the excerpt explains ginger-figging in detail.
Here's the excerpt for Ginger Snap, a Christmas Quickie from Ellora's Cave:
An Excerpt From: GINGER SNAP
Copyright © SHOSHANNA EVERS, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Tom lowered her to the floor and she slumped, boneless and thoroughly satiated, to the carpet. Rolling over onto her back, Holly looked up at him and smiled. His Santa hat was askew. The lights from the Christmas tree blinked on and off and created a devilish glow on his body.
“That was incredible, Santa,” she said, smiling up at him.
“We’re just getting started,” he said, taking his red Santa hat off and tossing it onto the carpet next to her.
“Oh, I’m done, thank you though,” she replied.
Tom laughed and shook his head. “Maybe I should get to decide when we’re done.”
And now she was ready to go again, just from his words.
Holly’s eyes widened as Tom reached under the Christmas tree and pulled out a small wrapped gift. “What’s that?”
“A present that must be opened—and used—tonight.”
Holly sat up on the carpet and took the gift with both hands. “Okay…” She opened the package slowly, being careful not to tear the wrapping paper. She had a thing about that. She liked to reuse wrapping paper whenever possible.
Inside the box…what on earth was this? She held a large, bulbous root of some sort in her hand. It was kind of brownish-gray, and it looked almost as if it were covered in light bark or something. “Um, thank you?” she said.
Tom smiled. “We have to prepare it.”
Holly furrowed her brow. Did he think she was going to go do some gardening now or something?
“Let me see the ginger for a moment, please,” he said as he finished zipping his pants back up.
“Yes, that’s a hand of ginger you’re holding. Each of those offshoots is called a finger. And while it is a present for you, I need to prep it a bit before we can put it to good use.”
Holly handed the ginger back to Tom. “Okaaaay,” she said. “We’re making gingerbread cookies? Now, at ten o’clock on Christmas Eve?”
Tom just shook his head, but Holly could tell he was very excited. Excited? About making cookies? “Nope, we’re not cooking. I’m going to ginger-fig you for being a naughty girl.”
“Ginger-fig me?” Wait, naughty? What was he going to do to her exactly?
Tom laughed and started to walk out of the living room toward the kitchen. “You may as well pull your pants all the way off, instead of just sitting there with them around your thighs like that. I want you completely naked and in the kitchen.”
Holly slowly pulled off her pants and set them neatly on the carpet by the sofa. “What are you going to do?” she asked.
“Holly, get in the kitchen,” he called back. “I want you to see this.”
Holly stood up and walked bare-assed into the kitchen, grateful for the heavy drapes that both kept out the winter chill and kept the neighbors from seeing into their home. “Tom, I’m really not in the mood to bake right now. Maybe if we had a mix or something. But if you expect me to make something that involves grating fresh ginger then you are out of your mind.”
Tom stood in front of the sink, carefully cutting one large finger off the hand of ginger. The scent wafted through the air toward her and she sniffed, intrigued. “Smells yummy,” she said.
“It does smell delicious,” he agreed. “But we’re not baking now. I’m going to ginger-fig you to put you into the proper mindset for Christmas dinner tomorrow.”
She was not going to Christmas dinner, so there was no need for her to be put into any mindset at all. But whatever. “All right, I give in. What’s that mean—ginger-fig?”
“Did you know that it used to be called feaguing?” Tom asked. “People would take a half-dead horse they wanted to sell, stick some freshly peeled ginger up its bottom, and the horse would prance around and hold its tail up like a much younger horse.”
“That’s terrible! Poor horsey. But why ginger?”
Tom smiled as he carefully continued to peel the outer layer off the ginger root. “Because it burns.”
“Anyway,” Tom continued, “you know how I love old Victorian caning stories.”
Did she ever. It was one of things that attracted her to Tom, actually. The thought of being caned turned her on to no end. Actually being caned, on the other hand, was a thrill that she could only truly appreciate after the fact, when she was reliving the experience with one hand buried in her pussy.
“They used to ginger-fig the naughty ladies who needed to be caned so that they wouldn’t be able to clench their ass cheeks when the cane struck.”
“Why couldn’t they clench their ass cheeks?” Holly asked. It was like looking at a car wreck. As much as she didn’t want to know—and as much as she didn’t want to find out personally—she had to learn all about it.
“When they clenched their butt muscles the ginger in their asshole would burn terribly. So with each stroke of the cane, the young ladies had to make a choice. Clench, and the sting of the cane would be somewhat mollified. But their insides…their insides hurt a hundred times worse. Or they could try to not clench, force themselves to relax into the pain and just take the caning, and while the caning would be exquisitely stingy, their rectum wouldn’t burn quite so badly.”
“That’s quite the conundrum,” Holly said, even as she wondered what choice she would make. She’d always clenched her ass cheeks whenever Tom caned her—how could she not? That thing hurt like a bitch! But it amazed her to discover just how wet her pussy would get, even when he really laid into her.
She looked at the ginger in Tom’s hand. He was cutting an indentation at the base of the finger of ginger.
“It’s a retention notch, like on a butt plug,” he explained. “This will keep the ginger from being expelled before I want it to be.”
“How did you learn all this stuff?” Holly demanded. “I’ve never even heard of people using ginger up their ass before!”
“It’s a huge fetish,” he said, running the freshly prepared ginger under cold water and rinsing away all the little extra pieces that had stuck onto the smooth, pale yellow surface. “Once I heard about it, all I had to do was Google it and I found dozens of websites devoted solely to the art of figging.”
“Well, I appreciate the thought,” she said, “but I’m not sure how you think ginger-figging me is going to make me any less naughty.”
“Think of it as an experiment. We’re going to find out if this works.”
“When?” she asked.
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Thanks, Paige, for having me here :)
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Readers often ask me how I come up with ideas for my books, so I thought I'd give you a little behind-the-scenes peek at how I came up with my new release, a paranormal erotic romance from Ellora's Cave called DEAD SEXY.
Before I say anything else though, isn't that cover too hot for words?! When the art department sent it to me, I probably gazed at it for a good ten minutes in mouth-drooling appreciation before I could email them back telling the artist it not only rocked, but totally fit the book. The hero is "Dead Sexy," after all!
Okay, back to the story and how I came up with it. First, to set the stage, I need to share a little something with you about myself. Well, about my hubby and me, actually. We love zombie movies, from the George Romero gems to Shaun of the Dead and everything in between, including "Walking Dead," the new series on AMC. You just can't go wrong with a movie full of walking dead people, can you? Well, if you've ever seen a zombie movie (or even you haven't), then you know the creatures aren't the heroes of the film. I mean, how can they be, right? They're all dead and decayed and downright unattractive, not to mention pretty damn scary. Which was why you can imagine my surprise when my hubby suggested I write an erotic romance about a zombie hero. I was like, you're kidding, right? What woman in her right mind would fall in love with a dead guy? No way could that possibly work, or so I thought.
Turns out, my hubby wasn't kidding. In fact, he started working up ideas for the story.
"The hero didn't have to be a zombie all the time," he told me. "Think outside the box - take a little literary license!"
Okay, I thought. I suppose I could be open minded.
My hubby told me that in his out-of-the-box world, the hunky hero got cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess and only turns into a zombie sometimes.
"I'm listening," I said.
"And when he does go zombie, he doesn't have to be like the kind in the movies," my hubby added. "Well, he has to look like one, you know all dead and stuff, but he doesn't have to be a mindless creature or attack humans or eat anything gross."
So, brains are completely out, thanks goodness!
"Think Jensen Ackles or Jared Padelecki, with a really, really, really dark tan - (yes, my hubby knows I've got a thing for the Supernatural hunks!) - well, maybe more gray and black than tan, but you get the idea."
I thought about that for a minute. "So, the hero's dead, but he's still sexy, is that what you're saying?"
"Exactly," he said, giving me a grin as my eyes lit up with understanding.
By that point, my hubby had pretty much sold me on the idea. Of course, I knew if I ran with it, I was going to have to sell it to a publisher, and I knew that could be tough since the hero is a zombie. But I ran with it anyway and ended up with a full-length novel. And it came out pretty damn good, if I do say so myself! I still had to find a publisher for it, though.
About this same time, It just so happens that several of my other books were in the process of being picked up by Ellora's Cave and I thought what the heck? Why not pitch it to my editor there and see what she thinks? So I did, and she told me to send it to her. She was interested to see how I handled the whole zombie-thing. Well, long story, short, she liked it. A lot! My zombie romance with it's dead-sexy hero had a home! I was thrilled and my hubby walked around for a week with a smug, "I-told-you-so" look on his face.
I've been getting the word out there about DEAD SEXY ever since I signed the contract for it and I'm thrilled with the interest from readers who can't wait to get their hands on it! I can't wait for them to read it, too!
Now that I've revealed the story behind the story, I thought I'd share the blurb and an excerpt just to whet your appetite for more!
Romance author Simone Kent thinks she might just have found the most perfect guy in all of New York City - in bed and out. But Drake Parrish is about as far from perfect as any man can get. Eight years ago, he was cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess to live part of his life as a zombie. Since then, he has lived like a recluse on New York’s Upper East Side, afraid to go out for fear he’ll suddenly turn into one of the walking dead.
The sex is the hottest either of them has ever experienced and Simone discovers just how naughty she can be with Drake, while he finds himself feeling things for her that he hasn’t felt in a very long time. When the Voodoo priestess learns of their relationship, however, she comes after him again. She is determined to make sure he won’t have a future with Simone, even if that means killing both him and the woman he loves.
As she led him up the steps to the second floor, Drake found himself wondering if she would ask him in. And wondering what he’d say if she did. When they came to a stop outside the door to her apartment, Simone turned to give him a smile.
“I had a great time tonight.”
She caught her bottom lip between her perfect white teeth and chewed on it thoughtfully as if unsure what she wanted to say next. It was probably an unconscious gesture, something she did whenever she was thinking, but to him, it was sexy as hell and all he could think about was kissing her.
Surely, one kiss couldn’t hurt. He desperately wanted to. He hadn’t kissed a woman in so long. It would be nice to see if he still remembered how.
Before he could stop himself, Drake tilted Simone’s face up to his and pressed his mouth to hers.
She tasted just as sweet and delicious as he thought she would. Her lips were soft and pliant under his as she kissed him back, her tongue eagerly seeking his out.
Drake groaned and slid his hand into her hair, deepening the kiss. Simone sighed into his mouth, running her hands up the front of his shirt to grasp his shoulders. The feel of her touch was like a tonic to his deprived soul and he let out another groan, deeper this time.
He ran his free hand up her side and around to her breast, cupping it through the soft material of her dress. He couldn’t stop himself and apparently, Simone didn’t want him to. She moaned and arched against him. He could feel the heat of her pussy through their clothes as she pressed up against his hard cock. Damn, she felt good.
Drake drew her bottom lip into his mouth and gently suckled on it before slowly kissing his way along the delicate curve of her jaw. Simone clutched his shoulders and tilted her head back. He eagerly trailed a path of hot kisses down her neck, then back up, his mouth finding hers again. Simone looped her arms around his neck, pulling him in even closer as their tongues met.
Down the hall, a door slammed, reminding him where they were.
Drake dragged his mouth away from hers, his breathing ragged as he tried to regain control. He had to get it together because he was about five seconds away from doing something really stupid. Like taking her to bed. “I should go.”
Her lips curved into a sexy, flirtatious smile. “Or you could stay.”
God, how he wanted to. But as much as he’d love to spend the rest of the night exploring every inch of her body, he couldn’t take the chance he might go zombie on her right in the middle of sex. Talk about coitus interruptus, And it had already been almost four days since he last turned, which meant he was already pushing his luck.
“You don’t know how much I want to,” he groaned. “But I can’t.”
Simone looked up at him with those big, blue eyes. “Why not?”
“Because I…” He hesitated, trying to come up with something that would sound believable. “I have a column due in the morning and I haven’t even started on it yet.” She knew all about deadlines, so she would understand that. Besides, he did have a column to write, it just wasn’t due until next week. “Rain check?”
She looked disappointed, but she smiled anyway. “Absolutely. How does coming over for dinner tomorrow night sound?”
It would be crazy to agree when he could be so close to having an episode, but he couldn’t say no. Not when she asked in that soft, sultry voice. “Sounds great.”
“Good. Be here at seven.”
“Seven it is.”
She pulled him down for another long, slow kiss on the mouth. “Don’t be late.”
His mouth twitched. “I won’t.” He bent his head to kiss her again, then groaned. “If I don’t go now, I’ll be here all night.”
Simone laughed. “Would that be such a bad thing?”
“Not to me, but my editor at Money Issues might not be too understanding when he doesn’t find my column sitting in his inbox tomorrow.”
She sighed. “Deadlines can be a real pain in the butt sometimes. Okay, go home and write your column. I’ll cuddle up with a bowl of ice cream instead.”
He chuckled. “Sounds better than taking a cold shower, which is what I’m going to be doing when I get home.” He closed his mouth over hers once more. “See you tomorrow night, beautiful.”
Resisting the urge to pull her into his arms again, Drake turned and walked down the hallway toward the stairwell. At the top of the steps, he glanced over his shoulder to see Simone standing where he’d left her, a sexy curve to her lips.
It took every ounce of strength he possessed not to go back and pin her against the door for one more long, lingering kiss. God, what he wouldn’t give to spend the night with her. Man, it was going to take more than a cold shower to get her out of his head.
Hope you enjoyed the excerpt and that you can't wait to read more! You can get DEAD SEXY from Ellora's Cave at http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-8917-50-dead-sexy.aspx
You can also check out the trailer here!
If you decide to pick up DEAD SEXY, let me know how you like it!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
My computer fritzed on me Thursday night and I've been lost without it. Lost! I knew I spent most of my day on it but suddenly, my world collapsed. I have been reduced to calling 411 for phone numbers I usually Google for free. I can no longer stare at photos of Yummy Cupcakes' menus all day.
And. I. Can't. Work.
The LCD screen went black in the middle of my writing a poignant love scene. Actually, I was thankful I was able to save the file but I couldn't see anything.
I was scheduled to fly to Honolulu yesterday morning but Dell couldn't get a technician here until yesterday. I couldn't take the risk of going to Hawaii and not being able to get help there.
In spite of losing the trip (and I am devastated) it turns out to be a blessing. I have started to live my life again. I went into complete panic mode but found that not waking up at the crack of dawn to check emails wasn't such a bad thing.
Unbelievably the world did not end.
My dog thought it was kinda groovy.
She gets longer walks. The cats follow me as I clean parts of my apartment I forgot even existed. I shampooed the carpets. I cleaned closets. I actually did all the things I have put off for months.
But still, obligation and addiction gnawed at me. And I still had deadlines after all. I went to the chiropractor's office Saturday and he kindly let me use his computer to let my editor know a last-minute edit would be coming that day.
It's a funny thing using somebody else's computer. You get a glimpse into their life just by the activity on their desk. My chiropractor is all hyped on this anti-gravity machine I use at his office. His desk was covered in useful info. And a catalogue for his beloved jazz music.
My desk is covered in shots of mostly naked men, notebooks and Hawaiian travel info.
And pictures of cupcakes.
I sobbed when I had to give up the chiropractor's keyboard and get my adjustment.
"This will do your back the world of good getting up and moving around," he said.
"If you say so," I snarked.
I'm a computer junkie. I have gone from one friend's house to another, borrowing their computers and realizing how attached we all are to these things.
I bargained with God (I really must stop making rash promises) if he let my computer be fixed when the Dell technician arrived yesterday. She said the screen isn't the problem. It's the motherboard.
"You fried it," she said. "You worked on it too long."
Ooookay. So maybe I need to spend a little less time on the computer but on day 5 of my new regime, cleaning the house is losing its charm.
Writing long-hand feels like a chore. How the hell did I ever write long-hand?
Well, I have no idea if today will bring good or bad news, but I do know this. I need a 12 step program.
How about you? Have you had a computer fry up on you? How did you cope? Please leave a comment for a free paperback copy of my new book Island Heat (co-written with DJ Manly)
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Great to see everyone today! So glad you dropped by for another addition of some soulful, sappy, or just plain suggestive quotes from authors worthy of your TBR list. Get your pen and paper ready 'cause I know you'll want to get your hands on these books after you read these great lines. They'll either melt your heart or light your soul afire!
Happy Saturday everyone!
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Just Because He's Dead Some of the Time, That Doesn't Mean He Isn't Sexy!
Romance author Simone Kent thinks she might just have found the most perfect guy in all of New York City - in bed and out. But Drake Parrish is about as far from perfect as any man can get. Eight years ago, he was cursed by an evil Voodoo priestess to live part of his life as a zombie. Since then, he has lived like a recluse on New York’s Upper East Side, afraid to go out for fear he’ll suddenly turn into one of the walking dead.
The sex if the hottest either of them has ever experienced and Simone discovers just how naughty she can be with Drake, while he finds himself feeling things for her that he hasn’t felt in a very long time. When the Voodoo priestess learns of their relationship, however, she comes after him again. She is determined to make sure he won’t have a future with Simone, even if that means killing both him and the woman he loves.
You can get DEAD SEXY on Dec 10th from Ellora's Cave at http://www.jasminejade.com/ps-8917-50-dead-sexy.aspx
You can also check out the trailer here!
"Stories so hot, they'll make your cheeks blush!"
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Writer’s block-- two words that every writer fears. We all have a different way of putting on our shoes, so why would overcoming writer’s block be any different? I try to combat writers block by listening to music. I have a very diverse iTunes library and I keep it going while I'm writing. Music is one of my greatest sources of inspiration, regardless of genre. Another form of inspiration for me is a tool I use when I'm trying to think of new plot ideas. I’ll go ahead and tell you my secret, but shhhhh, don’t tell anyone.
You find yourself at the food court in the mall and your eyes are watching as people are scurrying to fill their stomachs. That’s when it hits you… that earthquake that’s supposed to thunder through town. And, as you look around at the diversity right before your eyes, you've just found the description of your victims (maybe you fought tooth and nail to picture your characters for a week and now they're sitting right in front of you).. Using the powers of observation while in a public place is an excellent tool to help curb writer's block and I’d recommend it to anyone who asks me how I do it.
I most certainly recommend visiting new places and popping your head out of the hole we writer's often find ourselves living in--that one with the keyboard, the glowing screen and the desk full of post-its. Instead of staring at a blank page, try to change something up in your writing world. A small change of pace here and there is what can help get you through those rough times while Henry is getting out of bed or George is being chased down by the CIA.
Thank you for having me, AJ. Now I’d like to share a bit of information regarding my upcoming release, October Sun, so everyone knows what to look forward to in January.
Love is the strongest force in the universe…
Defense attorney Miles Turner seems to have it all. At the height of his game professionally, he’s just been hired to defend a famous L.A. party boy’s less than stellar reputation, a case that stands to earn Miles a small fortune. And to top it off, his love life isn’t bad either. Even the headache he can’t seem to shake isn’t strong enough to overpower the tenderness he has for his partner. Miles Turner is finally happy.
Landon Black is living a life beyond his dreams. Finishing his degree towards a career he’s always wanted, Landon might spend his days studying, but his nights are filled with the one thing he can’t live without--love. Even the thought of spending a weekend at the upcoming Black family reunion with his less than tolerant father isn't enough to extinguish the excitement Landon feels at the reality of a getaway trip with his lover.
But it can be taken away in an instant…
As members of the “Black Pack” come together in the snow capped mountains of Colorado at Lake Alexander, no-one can see what’s looming ahead-- an event with consequences so severe it stands to alter all of their lives forever.
Prepared with nothing but his integrity and a heart full of hope, Miles is praying for a miracle while Landon, forced to play a high stakes game of life-or-death, is asking himself if the love he has is enough to offer.
Here’s a tiny teaser from October Sun:
Rush hour traffic in California left more to be desired though Miles Turner was used to an hour commute. The fact of the matter was it allowed him some solitude and he enjoyed tuning into his satellite radio while making the drive.
And thank God Miles had air conditioning in his Mercedes. Although it was late September, the temperatures in L.A. still hadn't cooled that much and while he didn't want to be a mess when he got home, the image Miles' had of a glistening Landon Black waiting to get rowdy with him certainly worked.
Since Landon would be a couple hours later than usual, Miles felt that ordering take-out would be a nice change of pace given the choice of leftovers from three nights ago.
Arriving home, Miles turned the key in the front door before almost tripping on the UPS package sitting smack dab in the middle of the porch. Miles gathered the box and reached for the regular mail. Shuffling envelopes, the package and grasping hold of his briefcase with one arm, he pushed open the front door while juggling the paper sack of Chinese food in the other.
As Miles reached the kitchen, he offloaded the items on the end of a counter before turning on the Bose sound system that hung beneath a cupboard. When he felt the vibration inside his sport coat, Miles' mind immediately jumped to filthy thoughts.
Just got out of class. On my way home now. I’m famished. What’s for dinner? Oh, umm… never mind. Okay, leaving now! Well, unless you wanted to… xoxo- Landon
Miles' husband, Landon, was always teasing. It was perhaps the most endearing quality that attracted Miles to the man in the first place. He remember seeing Landon that first time, watching as the young man with gorgeous eyes watched him, hiding behind stacks of poetry books in a bookstore on Wilshire Boulevard. To this day both men loved to read.
Feeling mildly romantic, Miles lit pillar candles and dimmed the lights in the dining room. Setting the table with their formal china, Miles put out a silver pail of fresh ice and nestled the bottle of Cristal into the glacial basin to chill.
Miles changed the music on the sound system to a station that played soft, classical standards, which were Landon's favorite.
While he was at it, Miles figured he’d please Landon further by changing out of his work attire, deciding on a pair of silk boxers instead. Miles generously wrapped a long silk tie around his slender neck.
The moment he realized Landon was home, Miles hurried down the stairs as quickly as he could and rested on the bottom step.
Posed with his right leg extended and his left leg bent beside, Miles faced Landon as the young man entered the entry way and motioned him closer.
Surges of intensity fragmented throughout Miles’ spine. Seeing Landon react to him spread between the metallic banisters, Miles thought about what he'd done to deserve such a fantastic partner. Miles watched as Landon smiled. It was the tie. That was what really did it for Landon and Miles knew it. Seeing that tie dangle freely from Miles bronzed chest always sent the Landon into overdrive.
“I’ve been expecting you,” Miles announced, running his right hand through his sable brown hair.
“I’ve missed you, too,” Landon bit back, shuffling a quick path to his lover.
Landon reached out, grabbing Miles’ tie, gently tugging his mate to his feet. Landon pulled Miles closer, groping at his lovers plump ass, retracted his head slightly and rested his forehead on Miles’ forehead.
“What’s for dinner, love?” Landon questioned.
“Take off your shirt and I’ll show you.”
Flinging off his shoes, Landon followed his eager partner into the dining room while sliding his t-shirt the length of his taut chest. Hearing the mellow tune of Moonlight Sonata put Landon at ease as he forgot about his day and focused on his lover.
That’s all I can share about October Sun for now, but if anyone is interested in a fun short story read, they can read one of my bestselling stories, The Bystander, at ARe:
Christopher Craven grew up the scrawny middle child in a semi-liberal family residing in Phoenix, Arizona. From the time he was able to write his own name, Chris knew that he was destined to write for the world. Thanking his mother, who handed him his first adult novel in junior high, Chris strives to become a prolific name in the literary world. Preferring to write erotic romance that explores the love between kindred spirits and Romantic Suspense, Chris also enjoys barefoot strolls along the beach but can most often be found roaming the Eastern Colorado plateaus when he isn't writing.
Chris can be reached on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/authorchriscraven and found online at
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Saturday, December 4, 2010
Today I’m sharing with you a story that started while visiting my father. I hope you enjoy it.
I went to see my father today. The wind was high and so was the late Autumn sun. It had been quite a few months since the last time we talked--although, I do think of him often. I just felt the need to spend some time. Catch him up on what was going on with my family and career life. I’m sure he already knew, but Dad forever loved company.
I told him about my children. Two of which made Honor Roll this term. I knew he’d be proud. Our oldest is in high school and loving the classes and freedom that go with it. He talks about missing his Pepere and I wish there was something I could do about that, but life has gotten in the way. These two are the most vital men in my life and share the same birthday. I remember when my oldest was born; Dad was beaming with a grandfather’s pride. He loved telling people about his fiftieth birthday present that I gave him.
I then went on to tell Dad the story of how our middle child, a daughter who likes to play pranks on people, tricked our youngest. She told him that his dinosaur egg oatmeal was actual dinosaur eggs and that there are no more dinosaurs in the world because he’s eating them all. I couldn’t help the laughter that erupted inside of me telling this story. It’s so classic for her to do, and I could see the mischievous smile on my father’s face. And though I didn’t see, I’m sure it disappeared quickly before returning when I told him that her hair is now green.
I let him know that our youngest is doing well in school. He’s had many girlfriends in his first grade class and is now starting to really read everything. I could hear my father laughing about how much my ‘monster’ is like me. For right now he has a bruised cheek because he ran into the corner of the door. Looking where we’re going is not an easy thing for my youngest and me.
I’m now reaching my goal as an author and couldn’t help but share the news, with him, that I was nominated for the EPIC awards this year along with winning Best First Line in a Novel with D. Renee Bagby. I’m enjoying the Creative Writer’s Course’s, which I started teaching this summer. The young kids are the best. I love the spark in their eyes when they realize the talent they have and how to use it.
I felt the reassuring hand that squeezed my shoulder. He always did that and then kissed me before saying how much he loved me. I reached my hand out and touched the cold stone that signified his resting place at the Agawam Veteran’s Memorial Cemetery.
“I love you too Dad. Happy birthday. Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas and Happy New Years.”
As I walked away there was a thought that never crossed my mind, before. The thoughts became words before I was coherent to what I was feeling. “Thank you, Dad. I don’t ever remembering say that and I wanted you to know how much I appreciate everything you did for me and my children. Thank you Dad, for being the best Pepere anyone could hope for.”
Somewhere in the back of my mind I heard his voice. It wasn’t so much what he said as to what I felt. Love and peaceful rest.
We miss you, Dad.
Have a Sparkling Holiday Season!
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Wednesday, December 1, 2010
I'm excited to announce that PROTECTIVE CUSTODY, my hot contemporary romance is now available from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid! If you like books about guys that come with their own handcuffs, then you'll love this sexy story!
If you're familiar with my other books, then it's probably no surprise that I love to write about strong, sexy, alpha males, and Gray Beckham, the hero in the book, is about as strong, sexy and alpha as they come!
Check out the blurb and excerpt below to get an idea of what PROTECTIVE CUSTODY is all about. It has romance, adventure, humor, and lots of hot, steamy sex! I think you're going to love it!
Paisley McCoy is a sexy reporter who writes about the San Francisco club scene for a local magazine. Having a dad on the force has led to one hard and fast rule – she doesn’t date cops. She likes her men sensitive and intellectual, two qualities in short supply in any cop she’s ever met. But now she’s stuck with this standard-issue cop – aggressive, opinionated, and sure he’s always right. In short, the complete opposite of the kind of man she usually goes for.
Gray Beckham is a no-nonsense cop who's peeved about being taken off a major burglary investigation to babysit the captain’s bratty daughter, even if she is gorgeous. To make it even more annoying, she acts like the whole thing is a joke and insists she doesn’t need his protection. And while she might be sexy as hell, there’s no way he’s going anywhere near the captain’s daughter.
Despite their differences, though, Paisley and Gray can’t deny the chemistry between them. But as that connection turns into romance, they find out that the stalker is a far greater threat than they had originally thought. And that if he can’t have her, no one will.
They spoke little on the ride to her apartment. Once they got there, Gray told her to wait in the entryway while he took a look around. It seemed like overkill to her, but she didn’t argue. However, she didn’t stay where he’d told her to, either. Instead, she went into the kitchen to open her mail. That earned her a dark scowl from Gray when he came out of the bedroom several minutes later. Paisley pretended not to notice.
“I’ve been on a stakeout for a couple of days,” he said after declaring the apartment clear. “Do you mind if I use your shower?”
She glanced up from the Victoria's Secret catalog she had been flipping through. “No, go ahead.”
“Thanks.” He picked up his overnight bag from the floor where he’d left it. “I won’t be long. Keep the door locked and don’t open it to anyone.”
Yeah, yeah. She went back to flipping through the catalog, only to pause when she heard the shower turn on a few minutes later. She had looked for a way to give Gray the slip ever since they’d walked out of the police station, and she decided she wasn’t going to get a better opportunity than right then. While she had to admit she really didn’t mind having the hunky inspector around, she hated being told what to do, especially by her father. Time to exercise her independence.
Tossing the catalog on the counter, Paisley hurried out of the kitchen and into her bedroom. Knowing she wouldn’t have enough time to do more than pack a few things before Gray came out, she decided to forget about the basics and instead, just grab a dress and a pair of high heels to wear that night. Everything else she could borrow from whichever friend she stayed with. At least until it was safe to come back to her place. By safe, she meant when there wasn’t some cop hanging around it.
Shoving the dress into an evening purse, Paisley picked up her shoes in her free hand and darted from the room. She had barely made it past the bathroom when the door opened.
“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Gray demanded from behind her.
Paisley stopped in her tracks at the commanding tone in his voice. Crap! She had hoped to slip out before Gray finished taking his shower. It just wasn’t fair that guys could clean up so fast.Squaring her shoulders, she whirled around to face him. And blinked. Though he had put on jeans, he hadn’t bothered with a shirt, and all she could do was stare at him in feminine appreciation. She had known he was built, but she hadn’t realized just how well. Broad shoulders, a chiseled chest, and rock-hard abs. Daaaaammmm! He had a body that just wouldn’t quit.
Gray crossed his arms over his chest. “Well?” he prompted when she said nothing.
Paisley tore her gaze from his perfectly sculpted arms to look up at him. She hadn’t realized he was so tall. Even in heels, she was still almost a head shorter than he was. She lifted her chin. “Out.”
His golden brown eyes narrowed. “Not without me, you’re not.”
She let out a sigh. “Look. Like I told you before, this isn’t going to work. I’m going to stay with some friends until this whole thing blows over. You can just tell my dad that I gave you the slip. He won’t hold it against you.”
“I don’t think so.”
She clenched her jaw. “I wasn’t asking for your permission, Inspector. I’m leaving and you can’t stop me.”
With that, Paisley whirled around and started for the door. She didn’t even make it halfway before Gray caught her arm and turned her back around.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
She glared up at him. “Oh, really?” she countered. “And just how are you going to stop me? Handcuff me to the bed?”
Her words hung in the air between them for a long moment before his mouth finally quirked.
“Though I’ll admit that’s tempting,” he said, “I have something more effective in mind.”
Before she could ask what he meant by that, Gray led her over to the couch. What was he going to do, sit her down and lecture her?
To her surprise, Gray didn’t sit her down at all, but instead took a seat himself. Totally perplexed, she was just about to ask what he was doing when a tug on her arm sent her sprawling over his knee. She had no choice but to drop the purse and shoes so she could put her hands on the floor to keep herself balanced.
For a moment, Paisley was so stunned she just lay there. She recovered quickly enough though, and when she did, she immediately tried to push herself upright. But a strong hand on her back held her firmly in place. Furious at being manhandled, she glared at him over her shoulder.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.
He returned her glower with one of his own. “Teaching you a lesson.”
Paisley opened her mouth to retort, only to let out a startled little gasp when she felt him smack her upturned bottom. He did not just spank her!
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