This week I’m releasing my first BWWM book. Although I usually write the other way around my characters come to me as they come to me. If you’ve read One Last Rodeo you’ve met Sunshine Parker. JT Long’s travel buddy and best friend since they were kids. Sunny grew up on the Long Ranch while his father was a ranch hand. Never seen as anything less than family to the Long’s after getting hurt he returns to find the same loving arms. Only this time the scrawny little girl who’d always had her head in the book is now a full grown woman and Sunny’s feelings are overtaking his desire to be seen as family.
Here’s a little excerpt of One Last Sunset currently up for preorder on Amazon, BN, Kobo, Smashwords and the Apple Store.
Sunshine’s cock was hard and pressing against Melody’s cleft. With only a slight shift in her hips, a jolt shot up her stomach and hardened her nipples.
Sunny’s teeth caught her earlobe and pulled with the sweetest pinch of pain.
Kendra’s advice had culminated in a kiss she’d never forget. Sunny’s lips made her most vivid fantasies rated G. It was as if she finally knew what her body was for.
A cool breath of air kissed her left breast before being surrounded by the warm wet heat of Sunny’s mouth. Her fingers tangled in the mop of hair on his head as moans vibrated against her skin and she unhooked her leg from around his waist. Suckling at her breast while nimble fingers unbuttoned her shorts.
“Please,” Melody moaned while his thick fingers slid under her thong. Her hands cradled his head and brought him up so they were locked eye to eye, as he thrust three fingers inside her slickness. His free hand held her hip and even though her legs were weakening just from Sunny thrusting deep inside her, his thumb also rubbed against her clit. “Fuck,” she moaned again, as her eyes rolled back in her head.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Melody stared in his hooded blue eyes staring back at her as his rhythm increased.
“Your pussy feels so damn good.”
Melody panted. She’d never been talked to this way. In college, the guys were childlike grunting fools.
“I bet you taste good too,” he purred as his thumb pressed circles harder and she didn’t even understand how he could bring her to the brink like this. Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers. “You gonna come for me? Right here when I haven’t even started with you.”
“You haven’t,” Mel panted.
“Melody.” His southern drawl made her name sing and her pussy clench anew. “Woman,” he groaned and claimed her lips.
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Beg for It by Angie Daniels
Three wild erotic nights will have her begging for more…
Got your Six by Erosa Knowles
In the end, the only words he needed were hers in Reclamation: Got your Six by Erosa Knowles.
Succulent by TJ Michaels
Twilight Teahouse ~ Choosing something decadent from our menu…
Stalking Nayla by Yvette Hines
Nayla is being hunted. Shimar has to keep her safe, but convincing her she’s his mate is the real challenge.
Prescription for Love by Seressia Glass
She’s just what the doctor ordered in Prescription for Love
Solomon’s Quest by Serenity King
He’s determined to protect her, but the secrets she keeps may destroy her.
One Hot Dare by Michelle Monkou
When to serve and protect escalates into a sexy dangerous game.
All The Small Things by Stephanie Burke
The more unbearable the pain, the richer the rewards
Inferno by Aliyah Burke
Sometimes the flames aren’t meant to be put out.
Wicked Games by Maureen Smith
Some games are too dangerous to play.
The Ultimate Goal by Di Topaz
Will Justice and Angelique put their difference aside and go for the Ultimate Goal?
Seeking Santa by Latrivia S. Nelson
Alone during the Christmas holidays in a new city, Jade sets out on a mission to find happiness.
Excerpt for Succulent ~ A Twilight Teahouse Story by T.J. Michaels
Did it really mean nothing that the documents she’d accidentally seen proved that he’d changed his itinerary and cancelled the next four yoga conventions so he could get home to her and stay there?
By sheer force of will, Madison pushed all of her concerns to the back of her mind and refocused on the event at Twilight Teahouse rather than her marriage. God, it was like having to continuously re-latch a shudder that kept blowing open in a storm. She really wanted to keep thinking about her husband rather than the duties she needed to perform for their place of business right now.
A quick press of the intercom button on her phone was followed by a quick, “Dani, I’m getting dressed for Hinamatsuri now. I don’t wish to be disturbed.”
Out of her chair, she kicked off her high heels and headed toward the gorgeous outfit hanging on the back of the closed door. The morning fog was finally beginning to burn off and the muted glow was giving way to a bright sparkle of sunlight off the Sound. That same natural light streamed in through the large windows and brought out the true colors of the kimono she would wear today.
Removing the protective plastic, Madison ran her hands over a purple and pink silk kimono that was a gorgeous exercise in Japanese couture so beautiful, a sigh of appreciation left her lips.
With the push of a button, all of the blinds closed, leaving her office in shadow. When she’d gotten in it had been pitch black outside. Even now it was still quite early but even with the blinds closed, there was still a pleasant glow off the glass and steel building so her office was pleasantly dim rather than midnight dark.
With a tired sigh that had more to do with where her mind was rather than any kind of physical issue, Madison yanked her royal blue shift over her head and off.
Then she just…stood there.
Eyes closed, the image of her husband, who was out taking care of her to-do list, filled her head. In nothing but her bra and panties, she stood in the middle of that floor, stocking-clad toes wriggling in the plush carpet, and thought on the man who’d caused hope to spring up in her chest. Hope that he was truly serious about being here, being with her.
She plopped down in her leather executive office chair, still warm from her body heat, and let her mind go where it willed.
Kinson. Kinson Lee. Yogi extraordinaire…who had taken a red-eye home, rented a car and drove straight here from the airport, sent her breakfast, and canceled his upcoming yoga retreats where he’d been scheduled to teach.
Totally capable of running her life and her business on her own, it didn’t change the fact that she needed him in her life as her partner, not just in her bed…though the bed would be nice. God, when was the last time she’d truly enjoyed a raunchy, messy, all-over-the-house romping good time with her man?
And he was so drool-worthy when he’d stuck his head into her office just a little while ago. Even with the dark circles under his eyes and the exhaustion rolling off of his body, he was still the epitome of delicious.
But there was more to Kinson than looks. The man was steadfast and capable. When he was paying a-fucking-tention, he was as giving a lover as she could have ever asked for. And he could handle her bullheaded tendencies with a loving stubbornness of his own. In fact, he was probably the only person she knew that could successfully get her to rest.
“Madison, sit your butt down somewhere before I turn it another color. Work will be there tomorrow. It’s not going anywhere.”
How many times had he told her that over the years? Well, not lately, but still. Her skin heated at the thought of his wonderfully-delivered spankings—just enough sting on this side of pleasure that she couldn’t really call it a punishment. As tension coiled between her shoulder blades, Madison lifted her hips and eased her underwear down and off. A chuckle escaped when she caught them on the tip of her shoe and kicked them across the room.
Her hand eased beneath the cup of her lacy demi-bra to palm a full breast. Madison moaned at the contact, even as her head filled with images of her husband, naked, ready and willing.
When his hands were on her skin, it felt nothing like when she touched herself. His touch was electric. Alive. Made her blood flash beneath the skin.
She twisted and rolled a nipple until it was a ripe berry between the fingertips. The other hand dipped low and teased the plump lips of her sex until the flesh tingled, eager for more.
Kinson’s name escaped her lips as her spine began a slow undulation that soon became an eager grind of her hips as her fingers pressed into the honey that began to gather at her entrance.
Her legs were spread wide now, one over each chair arm. God, she wished she had a battery operated boyfriend right now. Obviously she was coiled up tight and needed the release.
The soft click of the door closing followed by the deep rumble of male appreciation had her jumping out of her skin.
“Damn, that’s a sexy sight.”
“Kinson! I told Dani I was not to be disturbed.”
“And I see why.”
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What’s up I am back!! So I have to say I am officially hooked to Korean Drama’s I mean to the point where I have soundtracks saved on spotify. Every time I watch a series I am in awe and wonder why can’t I write like that. Some of theses shows make me laugh and cry in the same breath while mumbling afterward oh hell no.
I want to write a book like that!
And the hero’s. Sweet heaven above but do those men look good. So I am inspired now…again…to write a book with an Asian hero. Like I don’t have enough wips open. There is seriously something wrong with me.
In keeping this post light (I know I can sometimes get a little heavy in my posts) I thought I’d share. If you are interested in checking out Korean Drama’s yourself here is the link to DramaFever. My suggestion is to start with a show like Pinocchio or Fated to Love You. Let me know if you like them.
Hey, it’s been a while.
Usually I can pound out a book and move on to the next one seamlessly. That hasn’t been the case lately. I am so far behind on my schedule I am not sure I could catch up. Its more like a scrap the original schedule and start over type situation.
I sit in-front of my computer screen wondering how the hell I got here. Writing is a way for me to lose myself in worlds of my creation. Right now my universe is a blank page an it’s killing me that I cannot fill in the white space with the color of my imagination. I’m not sure when this issue started…that’s not true. I have never lied to myself and I am not about to start now. *Long sigh* I know exactly when it happened but I’m not sure how to recover.
My mother is ill, oh she’s getting better now but for several months I watched the strongest woman I know slowly start to wither. Between the hospital stays an the Dr visits, my work…my joy faded. That along with in family fighting, car accidents and just general mayhem, I lost my creativity. I’m scared y’all that I may not be able to get it back.
Every night I stare at a computer scree and for every five words I write I erase three. I’m trying but it feels futile and after a while I don’t even try anymore. My inability to create is forcing me down a dark path that feels as if it is draining the very life out of me. I miss my hero’s an heroines, the camaraderie, the whispering voices that kept me company in my most desperate hours. I pray they haven’t abandon me.
*Somber smile* This was not what I planned to write for this blog post. I actually had a fun one written out in my head but as usual, my emotions take over an the written word is my catharsis. Friends I’m sorry for any delays in books you might be waiting for. Please forgive me if I don’t respond to you right away when you contact me. A little more time is all I ask and maybe my characters will forgive me. Hopefully if they do all will be right in my world again.
Talk to you later friends.
Take My Hart: Hart Brothers 1
By L. Marie
Erotic Contemporary Romance Short Story
She had thought she’d lost him seven years ago. But he walked back into her life…and into her bed.
Shelby Detweiler had thought she’d gotten over Brandt Hart. Time had healed her broken heart. But a chance meeting in her office throws her off kilter and Brandt is there to steady her. She wants to trust him, to believe he’s relationship material once again. Soon passions flare but will she get burned?
Seven years earlier, a night of drinking and infidelity had destroyed his relationship with the woman he loved. Years later, he strolled into her office with business on his mind. But being close to her is enough to rock his world. Several sizzling moments in her office rekindles the fire. He wants her back.
Will an evening of passion drive them back into each other’s arms? Or will the flame blow out forever?
For the tenth time in the last five minutes, Shelby Detweiler checked her reflection in the full-length mirror. Nothing had changed. She was still wearing the same Donna Karan suit jacket and matching skirt in the shade of soft peaches. A silk, black tank top peaked from underneath the blazer. The fabric lay cool and light against her porcelain skin. Long, mahogany brown locks, held at the nape of her neck with a hair tie, fell over her shoulder and cascaded down her ample chest. Black, four-inch, Nine West heels added to her five-foot, seven-inch frame and complemented her shapely legs.
With a hearty sigh, she turned away from the mirror and paced her office. She glanced down to the floor. Nope, she hadn’t worn a path in the plush, tan carpeting. A nervous laugh bubbled up her throat.
Why am I acting like such a child? At the age of twenty-seven, she was beyond her college days. But those college days had scarred her, destroying her faith in relationships and men in general. Damn Brandt Hart all to hell! He had been her first—and last—true love. Her heart thudded hard against her breastbone. Any thought of him sent her pulse racing and her stomach summersaulting. No other man had the ability to fluster her so. She had dated in the past, but no one was Brandt.
But he had burned her.
They had talked about a future together. Marriage. Children. Then, he had slept with Dina. He had claimed he had gotten drunk at a party with a bunch of his teammates and the Haydensburg University cheerleaders and one thing had led to another. After, Dina had spread a rumor that Brandt had been the father of her child. Turned out to be a lie, but the damage had already been done.
Shelby had finished the semester at HU then transferred to another college. But she had never truly moved on. Brandt had still had an iron grip on her heart. She could deny it, but what was was. Nothing fazed the feeling she had once had—still had—for him.
And in about five minutes, he would be strolling back into her life. Not permanently, but she would see him again, and a flood of emotions would swallow her in their depths. She’d want him. Both mentally and physically. She would fight, and she would likely lose the battle.
I live in Pennsylvania just a hair shy of the Maryland border. I live with a family I adore which includes two furry feline children and a furry canine daughter.
In my spare time, I’m more than likely watching television. I watch Bones, Blue Bloods, NCIS:New Orleans, or some sort of car show like Wheeler Dealers.
I’m a huge sports fan, football in particular. During the fall/winter, I’m watching Notre Dame or Penn State on Saturdays and the Saints or Colts on Sunday.
I’ve been known to have my nose buried in a book. Nora Roberts/JD Robb and Clive Cussler are favorites of mine. I know, I know…Clive Cussler isn’t a romance author. The man can weave a tale of adventure like no other!
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Well hello again! How are y’all today? Sorry that I’m a little late posting, but I’m here. Hopefully the shiny new cover for Takes the Cake will appease you.
There are some new scenes and just a whole new look to Takes the Cake and I promise you, I’m pleased as chocolate. So here we go, releasing June 9 from Loose Id. Oh, and you can Pre-order!
Liz Washington can’t believe her good fortune when she’s asked to caterer one of the biggest and most prestigious weddings of the year. Not only is the location perfect, but working with the bride is a dream. But her dream job quickly turns into a nightmare when the bride’s brother Keegan keeps pushing to change the cake. Yet whenever she’s in his presence all she can think about is being skin-to-skin.
Keegan Murphy is determined to make his sister’s wedding the talk of the town, but that can’t happen with a plain and unimaginative cake. He doesn’t anticipate the instant attraction he has for Liz, but he has no problem seeking out every opportunity to seduce her.
Liz’s not there for pleasure; s has a wedding to save. But will salvaging the wedding cost her a relationship she shouldn’t have started in the first place?
I finally remembered, amidst all the upheaval in my personal life, that it was my day. I missed my last date because I was in the hospital. Everything is good, as long as I take it one day at a time. So let’s start with some good news. Takes the Cake will be out on June 9 from Loose Id. and The Contractor’s Baby will be out in July, from Secret Cravings.
Some of you may remember Takes the Cake. Well, it’s gotten an overhaul, a few new scenes and it’s a better story than before. I do hope you’ll check it out.
Edits for The Contractor’s Baby, just hit my inbox. I haven’t opened the file yet, but I’m sure everything will be great. In the meantime, I’m up to my eyeballs in homework and looking forward to moving forward.
Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires.