Happy Book Birthday/Anniversary to Me!

This is shaping up to be an incredible month full of thanksgiving for me, and we’re only three days in! Why? Here’s a list:

  • Today is my book birthday for Sugar, Sugar and Spice #2. Older woman, younger man, burlesque, angst and sexy times galore!
  • Sugar is my 20th published work under my name. Yep, TWENTY books and novellas. If I add in the books I write under my alter ago, the total is TWENTY FIVE.
  • This month also marks my 15th year as a published author. My first book, No Commitment Required, was released fifteen years ago this month.

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It has been an incredible, emotional ride, truly a roller coaster career of ups and downs. I have screamed in delight and frustration and rage. I have laughed, I have cried, I have celebrated and I have mourned. Good advice, horrible advice. Helpful friends and wolves in sheep’s clothing. Great and not-so-great in the entire gamut of the publishing process.

 

 

Are there things I would have done differently, if I could turn back time? Absolutely! Hindsight is a beautiful thing, after all. Yet the people I have encountered along the way have shaped me into the writer I am today and I am grateful to each and every one of you.

Most of all, I am thankful to my readers. Those who just discovered me and those who have been with me since book one. Writing can be a lonely endeavor, and your notes go a long way to helping me keep my butt in my chair and my fingers to my keyboard. Thank you for coming along with me on this journey. Thank you for enjoying the characters I create and the story they tell. It is my most fervent hope that I’m still here fifteen years and another twenty-five books from now, entertaining you with my story gems.

My Sexy Saturday #115: Something About Sexy

Hello, and welcome to my stop on this week’s My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop! This week’s theme is Something About Sexy and I can’t think of anything sexier than this excerpt from SUGAR, in which Siobhan owes Charlie a thirty-second apology kiss. Anyone can give a kiss, but Siobhan is going to introduce Charlie to her alter ego, burlesque performer Sugar Malloy. By the time she’s done, he’ll be the apologizing to her!

Enjoy these seven paragraphs from Sugar, coming November 3rd!

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As he watched, she danced back to the desk and sat down on the edge. The way she kicked her legs and smiled at him bludgeoned his brain cells, erasing all higher thought. Posing sexily, she slid both hands down each thigh and opened the snaps holding her stockings, then undulated her way out of the lacy belt-thing circling her waist. Next came the stockings, rolled down her beautiful legs one by one.

Then she did a shoulder shake, and her bra straps fell down her arms. He was panting now; he knew it, like a dog after a female in heat, especially when she reached for the front clasp holding her bra closed. Her gaze locked to his as she held her bra to her breasts, then she opened it and let it fall to the floor.

Pasties. Bright blue sparkly pasties covered her nipples and areolae, but dear God, her full breasts sat up proudly and moved like they were real. They bounced as she sprang to her feet, stuck her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and did a heart-stopping shimmy that dropped the lacy fabric to her feet, leaving her in what he realized was a flesh-colored G-string. As the music reached a crescendo, she straddled his lap and entwined her arms around his neck. His dick surged against his zipper as her heat settled onto his lap.

He didn’t know where to look—at the full breasts pressed against his chest, the nude-colored thong that barely hid her pussy, or the bright blue eyes that gazed at him with lust, pride, and a hint of vulnerability.

“I’m sorry,” he said thickly once he remembered how to speak. “For everything I’ve done up to this point and everything coming after. I’m sure as hell sorry that I didn’t try harder to learn what you wear under your clothes.”

Her husky laugh bounced her tits and brushed her thong-covered mound against his zipper. He gritted his teeth, still not touching her though he burned with the need to run his hands up her waist to her beautiful breasts. Good things came to those who waited, right?

She sank her hands into his hair. “Apologies accepted. Now be a good boy and hold still for your thirty-second kiss.”

 

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SUGAR is book two in the Sugar and Spice series and will be published 11/3. You can pre-order it here: 

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My Sexy Saturday #113: All About Sexy

SUGARWelcome to my entry for My Sexy Saturday #113. The theme is all about the sexy, and I think you’ll agree that this seven sentence snippet from my upcoming novel, SUGAR, is all about that!

     “It’s like you’re hypnotizing me, putting me under some kind of spell.”

“Really?” He turned her hand over, tracing his fingers over the staccato beat of her pulse. “Does your pulse start racing? Do you feel as if you’ve just ran as far as you could for as long as you could and your heart’s threatening to burst out of your chest? Do you feel like there’s a static charge building up along your skin, and all it will take is one small touch to set off sparks?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her heart pounding at the branding touch of his fingers.

SUGAR is book two in the Sugar and Spice series and will be published 11/3. You can pre-order it here: 

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There’s currently a Goodreads giveaway running. You could win a copy of SUGAR–and a copy of SPICE! Click here to enter the contest. Prizes sent by and courtesy of Berkley Books.  Contest ends 10/23. Good luck!

My Sexy Saturday: One Sexy Boy

Spice voerHello, and welcome to my entry for My Sexy Saturday! Once again, we return to Spice, book one of the Sugar and Spice series. Nadia and Kaname are at Club Tatas, where her partner Siobhan is performing burlesque with the Crimson Bay Bombshells. They’ve gone two days without sexual gratification and the temptation is great. How does Professor Sex handle it? Read these seven sexy paragraphs to find out!

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Nadia sank onto Kane’s lap. Her short skirt and thong provided zero coverage, her bare buttocks sliding across the smooth fabric of his pants as she settled into place. His erection pressed against the back of her thighs, the heat of him branding her through the fabric.

She darted a glance at him. “A test for both of us, as I said.” The velvet of his voice slid over her senses, pebbling her skin. “Ninety minutes until el keurchi. Now introduce me to your friends.”

She belatedly made introductions, heat staining her cheeks as she noted the knowing glances from her extended circle of friends. With another fifteen minutes until show time, Nadia expected Kane to be bombarded with questions. He was, but he handled it well, engaging Vanessa in college talk and asking Jas about his cupcake-decorating technique, posing for photos. All the while, he would take sips of his icy drink, then trace his chilled fingertips over her spine, keeping her desire on a slow simmer. But if she thought that would be the extent of her torture, she was mistaken.

When the house lights dimmed and the mistress of ceremonies took the stage, Kane shifted his left hand. Nadia held her breath, tension filling her as she tracked his movement from her knee to her thigh, then to the hem of her skirt. He wouldn’t, would he?

The first act took the stage, a ribald flasher skit that got the crowd roaring with laughter. Kane’s hand slipped under her skirt and between her thighs. Nadia froze, biting her lip against a gasp of pleasure as his forefinger unerringly found her clit.

“Kane?”

He pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. “I said you couldn’t self-gratify,” he said, his voice for her alone. “I never said I wouldn’t pleasure you. Open your legs.”

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My Sexy Saturday: My Sexy Girlfriend

SUGARCharlie O’Halloran knows he’s got one very sexy girlfriend. When she’s not running her cafe, she performs burlesque as Sugar Malloy. Here, the morning after his birthday celebration, he’s thinking about how sweet his life truly is. Enjoy these seven sentences from SUGAR, book two of the Sugar and Spice series, coming November 3rd!

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Charlie watched Siobhan sleep, so deeply peaceful he didn’t want to awaken her. Sunlight spilled through the large window, flowing across the bed. It caressed her golden hair, giving her a halo. His angel. His goddess. She was everything he hadn’t dared hope for, everything he’d dreamed of those few times when he could push aside the guilt of wanting something for himself. Someone for himself, who’d take care of him for a change.

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SUGAR is book two in the Sugar and Spice series and will be published 11/3. You can pre-order it here: 

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My Sexy Saturday: Sexy Has It

SUGARSiobhan “Sugar” Malloy likes her life as it is right now: running a successful cafe with her partner and best friend Nadia, continued sobriety, a beautiful cottage. Sure, she might miss intimate companionship, but she gets a fix of sorts performing as a burlesque dancer part time with the Crimson Bay Bombshells. She doesn’t need anything more.

Sexy young business stud Charlie O’Halloran has other ideas. Can he convince Siobhan that when he comes to sexy, he has it in spades?

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“You’re so beautiful,” he said then, his tone dazed and wondering. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman as beautiful as you.”

“How many women have you used that line on?” she asked, but couldn’t muster the heat she wanted to interject into her tone. Not when he looked at her as if she’d just appeared out of a fantasy. His fantasy.

“A couple,” he admitted, “but I didn’t understand what that meant until now. I should have saved it for you.”

She was only human. It was perfectly all right for her to take a little feminine satisfaction in knowing that she’d had an effect on such a handsome man, even if nothing would come of it. Nothing could come of it.

Still, she had to know, so she asked. “Is this how you charm all your clients, with a combination of business smarts and flirting?”

The smile he gave her was at once indulgent and self-deprecating. “But you aren’t my client yet, Siobhan.”

She took a deep breath. He was a stranger. Sure he came in an average of once a week, but they’d hardly said two full sentences to each other before now. He shouldn’t have said her name like that, all soft and sweet as if they’d just awakened from an exhausting bout of lovemaking. As if he knew her, and liked what he knew and wanted to know more. No, he shouldn’t have said it like that, and she shouldn’t have reacted the way she had, melting at the sound and the yearning it evoked in her.

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SUGAR is book two in the Sugar and Spice series and will be published 11/3. You can pre-order it here: 

 Amazon | Barnes and Noble | Books a Million | Kobo