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Wednesday, April 27, 2011

It's Here! TO TAME A WILD MUSTANG

To Tame a Wild Mustang
Categories: Erotic Romance, Historical, Menage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys
Heat Level: SCORCHING
Published By: Siren-Bookstrand, Inc.
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Kate is hardly an average gal in the old west. She dresses in man's trousers, speaks Hupa indian, and pursues animal medicine—a male vocation. Why should it surprise her to find herself in a shocking, unconventional relationship with two drop-dead sexy cowboys?

William is trying to save his failing ranch by taming wild mustangs with native Indian methods to keep things running while he rebuilds his cattle herd. Jack is the muscled ranch hand who has stuck by William through thick and thin—and stirs something inside of William that he’s never felt for a man. Does Kate, the wild beauty who has lassoed their hearts, have room in hers for them both? And can their love survive a lynch mob determined to see Kate and William hung for a crime they didn't commit?

Excerpt:

“We’ll help put up the horse and wagon,” Jack said in a volume that suggested he was trying to remind her he was standing there, watching. She hadn’t forgotten. His eyes penetrated her to the core, and a shiver went through her at the thought of standing in Jack’s arms the way she was practically doing with William.

“Thanks to you for the escort as well, but I’m perfectly capable of putting up the wagon on my own,” she told him. “I don’t want to hold you two up.”

A lazy smile curved his lips, and her gaze lingered on them a bit longer than was proper. “Two extra sets of hands will ease your task.”

Something shocking flickered in her mind—a thought of what other things two extra sets of hands might be helpful for.

“Besides,” William said, “we’re in no hurry.”

Unable to think of an argument aside from the obvious impropriety of being alone in the dark with two men and her indecent thoughts, she let them help her unsaddle Peaches and get the animal put up for the night. As the pair worked side by side with her, she couldn’t stop herself from wondering what it would be like to have a man like William or Jack helping her with chores every night. Afterward, he’d take her by the hand and lead her inside, where he would watch her brush out her long hair before retiring to the bed they shared.

“Guess that about does it,” William said, jerking her away from her folly. She felt hair prickling along her arms beneath the sleeves of her dress, standing on end from the shock of where her imagination had sent her.

She barely managed to stammer out thanks while they walked back to their horses, and she pulled her shawl tighter around herself when they did. William turned to her, his measuring gaze searching every inch of her face. He pulled off his hat and nodded. “Miss Kate,” he said, his voice dropping to a hoarse whisper while he stepped close. Too close. “There’s somethin’ I’d very much like to do right now, if you’ll forgive me for asking.”

Her breathing grew shallower until it nearly left altogether, and her lips parted slightly. Oh, please, let him kiss me, she thought as he drew even closer. She licked her lips and wavered, deciding whether to let him finish asking or just cut to the chase and meet him halfway.

Her pulse fluttered, and when she couldn’t stand his hesitation any longer, she darted forward and pressed her mouth to his. The sensation was indescribable, sending a shiver through her despite the warmth of her wrap. His lips were hot and pliable, smooth and yet firm.

He stiffened, but she heard a slight groan in his throat.

The sound of Jack clearing his throat brought her back to sanity, and she jerked back. Jack’s eyes were regarding her with undisguised interest. William’s looked a bit glazed.

“Is that what you were going to ask?” she whispered to William.

He cleared his throat. “Actually, I wanted permission to call on you sometime.”
Heat flew to her face. “Oh.” She stepped back and hugged herself. “Well, I’d say you’d better pay call, since you just kissed me.”

He cocked his head. “I believe it were you who kissed me. Ma’am.”

Jack’s chuckle sparked a touch of irritation in her. “Looked that way to me.”
She shot Jack a glare. “He didn’t exactly fight me off.”

William smiled. “Should I have?”

Well, didn’t the two of them look mighty pleased with themselves at her foolishness? She fought off the urge to hit William. “You were the one who said I made an impression.”

He put his hat on and untethered his horse. “Oh, yes, ma’am. And you can consider me duly impressed.”

“Amen,” Jack said, climbing on his horse.

William’s thigh swung up over Windstorm, and he tipped his hat to her. “Night, Miss Marsh.”

Her chest felt like a hammer was trying to beat its way out of it while she watched them trot off into the night.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Homemade Mozzarella Cheese Sticks-Guest Dawne Prochilo!

It's Too Yummy Tuesday!
On select Tuesdays I'll share delicious recipes inspired by my books, or those of some special guest authors! Today I welcome Dawne Prochilo!

Homemade Mozzarella Cheese Sticks

On their first "date" two decades too late, the hero and heroine of WHEN WE MEET AGAIN go to a local sports bar and order breaded mozzarella cheese sticks!

Ingredients:

Chunk Cheese, cut into 3x1/2" sticks
Egg & milk mixture (like you would make for French toast)
Italian bread crumbs

Directions:

Make egg and milk mixture "eggy". Dip cheese sticks into egg mixture, then in flour. Dip in egg mixture again. Now dip in Italian Bread Crumbs. Set cheese sticks on plate line with waxed paper. Put in freezer for at least 15 minutes. Deep fry in hot oil until breading is brown. Serve plain or with pizza sauce for dipping.

Make sure you put waxed paper between your layers of cheese sticks before putting in freezer.



When We Meet Again
Contemporary Romance
Publisher- Secret Cravings Publishing
Available April 27
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How many of us have wished we could turn back the clock? Go back to one specific time that would change our lives forever and it would be exactly how we wanted it.

Brynn Saunders has wished that for over two decades and while she can't change her life, a strange twist of fate is giving her a second chance at her one true love.

Best friends Ethan Miller and Brynn have loved each other unconditionally since high school and while their lives were entwined early, they never shared the intimacy they felt for the other.

After an abusive marriage for Brynn and a loveless marriage for Ethan, they've reconnected twenty four years later and are acting upon what they never had the chance to do years ago.

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Dawne Prochilo is an erotic romance author. When We Meet Again is her sixth novel. She has two more releases scheduled for this year with Romance Divine. She oversees 8 blogs daily, writes adult content online and is the Promotions Director for Secret Cravings Publishing.. You can find her on facebook. (http://www.facebook.com/pages/Dawne-Prochilo-Erotic-Romance-Author-Sex-Advice-Writer/111351808934539 )

Sunday, April 24, 2011

It's Complicated-Six Sentence Sunday

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On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.

This six is the next snippet from ONCE EVERY SPRING, my "sweet" urban fantasy WiP. Picking up from where we left off last week...

A flash of irritation shot through Dana. “Of course I didn't wish you here.” She stopped when his words sank in. “Wait, is that how it works--we get here by wishing?”

“Not exactly. It's more complicated than that.”



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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Vote for SEDUCED BY AN ANGEL Trailer!


My trailer for SEDUCED BY AN ANGEL is an entry in You Gotta Read Video's monthly trailer contest! Check it out here and if you like what you see, click HERE and vote for entry #1! Voting ends April 26.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Spank Out Day and Other Weird April Holidays

Weird Holiday Wednesday
On select Wednesdays of each month I post a list of just a few of the fun, lesser known, and possibly wacky holidays out there. This one is late because so much was going on with the blog this month...my apologies! Enjoy anyway.

April Holidays:

1-7: International Pooper Scooper Week
4th: World Rat Day
12th: Walk on Your Wild Side Day
30th: Spank Out Day

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Rocky Road Brownies-with Guest Harris Channing!

It's Too Yummy Tuesday!
On select Tuesdays I'll share delicious recipes inspired by my books or those of special guest authors! Today my guest is Harris Channing, who is sharing a delish recipe inspired by her title THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS.

So Harris, why did you choose this particular recipe?

HC: I chose Betty Crocker's Rocky Road Brownies...because his stroll with Stella in THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS is only one of the rocky roads immortal protector Zane Weather's has travelled.

BETTY CROCKER'S ROCKY ROAD BROWNIES

Ingredients:


1 box (1 lb 2.4 oz) Betty Crocker® Original Supreme Premium brownie mix
Water, vegetable oil and egg called for on brownie mix box
1 1/3 cups (8 oz) semisweet chocolate chips
1 to 1 1/3 cups miniature marshmallows
3/4 cup chopped peanuts

Directions:

Heat oven to 350°F (325°F for dark or nonstick pan). Grease bottom only of 8-inch or 9-inch square pan with shortening or cooking spray. Make brownie batter as directed on box--except stir in 2/3 cup of the chocolate chips. Spread in pan.

Bake brownies as directed on box. Immediately after removing from oven, sprinkle with 1 to 1 1/3 cups miniature marshmallows, remaining 2/3 cup chocolate chips and the peanuts. (For softer marshmallows, cover pan with cookie sheet about 2 minutes.) Cool completely, about 2 hours. For 16 brownies, cut into 4 rows by 4 rows with knife dipped in hot water. Store tightly covered.

About THE DEMON IS IN THE DETAILS:
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Stella Campbell has come back to Silverton, Georgia to bury her wicked witch of an aunt. But is she strong enough to endure what's to come?

Zane Weathers has been around a long time, like, two thousand years. But he's never met anyone who touches his warrior soul, like Stella.

Together they must face not only personal obstacles, but obstacles straight from hell!

Sunday, April 17, 2011

You Wished For Me?-Six Sentence Sunday

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On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.

This six is the next snippet from ONCE EVERY SPRING, my "sweet" urban fantasy WiP. Picking up from where we left off last week...

Heat seared her cheeks. “Listen, I didn't have to bring you along for the ride, you know. Any more wisecracks and I’ll wish you right out of dreamland.”

This only steel-reinforced his devilish grin. “Is that how you think I got here? You wished for me?”



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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Interviewed on Sexy Pleasures!


Swing by erotic author Ashley Brooke's blog to check out my latest interview! I'll be talking about the one thing I'd change about CRYSTAL'S COWBOYS if I had to do it over again, and the surprising childhood role model who influenced my writing.

Sexy Pleasures

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Favorite Fish Soup-with Guest Em Petrova!

It's Too Yummy Tuesday!
On select Tuesdays I'll share delicious recipes inspired by my books, or those of some special guest authors! Today I welcome Em Petrova!


Lillian’s Favorite Fish Soup
By Em Petrova


When I got news I could be a part of a recipe blog, I jumped on it. What a fun opportunity to share my character through her passion for food. In this case – seafood. Lillian LeClair is an immortal who was Made during WW II. She loves all seafood, and will try anything. John, her husband of over six decades, is grossed about by her food choices, which amuses her. She’ll eat anything from squid in ink to fish and chips. Here is a recipe for Fish Soup which I’d serve if she were coming for dinner.

Fish Soup

Ingredients
• 2 tablespoons butter
• 2 cups chopped onion
• 4 fresh mushrooms, sliced
• 1 stalk celery, chopped
• 4 cups chicken stock
• 4 cups diced potatoes
• 2 pounds cod, diced into 1/2 inch cubes
• 1/8 teaspoon Old Bay Seasoning TM, or to taste
• salt to taste
• ground black pepper to taste
• 1 cup clam juice
• 1/2 cup all-purpose flour
• 2 (12 fluid ounce) cans evaporated milk

Directions
1. In a large stockpot, melt 2 tablespoons butter over medium heat. Saute onions, mushrooms and celery in butter until tender.
2. Add chicken stock and potatoes; simmer for 10 minutes.
3. Add fish, and simmer another 10 minutes.
4. Season to taste with Old Bay seasoning, salt and pepper. Mix together clam juice and flour until smooth; stir into soup. Remove from heat, and stir in evaporated milk. Serve.
Nutritional Information
Amount Per Serving Calories: 229 | Total Fat: 4.1g | Cholesterol: 50mg

TREFOIL-by Em Petrova
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When the husband Lillian LeClair has been bound to since World War II takes her on vacation which turns out to be a tour of cemeteries, she is bombarded by glimpses into a mysterious man’s soul as well as memories of her life as a mortal. Once she realizes this mystery man is tracking her, she is frantic to escape. But the phenomenon known as the Calling has her in its grip and Lillian is aboard the runaway train which will inevitably link them.

Famous and centuries-old sculptor Nathan Halbrook is on the receiving end of Lillian’s Call, and is tormented to discover the woman he’s waited years for is the wife of another man. As Nathan and Lillian come face to face, they find themselves embroiled in the puzzling events surrounding her delivery into immortal life. With the holes of her memory plugged, a sacrifice is made to keep her Walking and in the arms of her immortal mate.

Video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D5yRs0RENGU

Excerpt: The woman who paused on the cemetery path contained a soft, flickering glow like a candle in a very still room, wavering when first lit, and then swelling into yellow radiance. The weak winter sunlight contributed nothing to this, and Nathan knew if he drew her into the shadows, she would still possess a clear, golden look that only immortals have. He should know.

His eyes flashed open. He bolted upright in bed, his hands twisting into the sheets. His words were a harsh rasp tumbling from his open mouth. “The Calling.”

He blinked at his surroundings. Tall armoire, hand-carved by his father centuries ago. Wash basin with porcelain pitcher, the scent of his mother‟s handmade soap still clinging to it. No glowing immortal woman.

Yet, he saw her.

His view of her was impaired, like looking through a fog or a keyhole. His tunnel of vision shifted upward to encompass a white lily tucked behind her ear, and a mahogany tendril of hair that had lifted on the stiff wind.

Nathan ground his teeth with frustration, desperate to see more. The keyhole shifted and he was offered a view of her lower lip as she pulled it, glistening, between her teeth.

He leapt to his feet, his forehead and neck soaked with sweat. Though his eyes were fixed on the soft light of dawn shimmering through his bedroom window, the images of her continued to come. The air palpitated with them. His heart palpitated with them. His immortal blood palpitated with them.

When the view shifted again, he was unprepared for the sight of her naked back, a rope of hair draped across one shoulder, and the zigzagging, floral tattoo on her spine. His fingers knotted into fists and his breath exploded from his lungs. His mouth watered to press his lips to that tattoo, knowing when he did, she would make the vital sound which would bind them—a gasp.

The sound itself was a sandpapery rasp, rending a hole in his chest that only she could fill.

He whirled to the window. The Vermont morning light was pale, watery and yellow, not the glowing green light that had spread its fingers through his room and fallen upon the body of the woman in his vision. But she was out there. She had Called to him, that woman with the flowering vine of a tattoo.

Nathan trapped his skull between white-knuckled fists. Where? Where would he begin tracking her? He jammed his feet into his abandoned shoes and launched himself through the open window and into the brisk morning. . . running.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Guest on An Open Book!

I'll be over on Dawne Prochilo's blog TOMORROW with a sizzling hot excerpt from my bestseller, CRYSTAL'S COWBOYS. Hop on over and enjoy!

Sunday, April 10, 2011

It's My Hallucination-Six Sentence Sunday

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On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.

This six is the next snippet from ONCE EVERY SPRING, my "sweet" urban fantasy WiP. Picking up from where we left off last week...


She stopped and heaved an irritated sigh. “I’m Dana--just Dana.”

“Nice to meet you. Any idea where you're going, just Dana?”

“It's my hallucination, so I figure whichever way I go must be right.”

His tone held more than a little amusement as he replied, “Interesting theory, but you might want to consider that if this is just a delusion, your best thinking landed you the starring role in a rather bizarre psychosis.”



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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

$100 Prize Noble Romance Authors Blog Tour!


The Noble Romance Authors Blog Tour is off and RAGING! Nine Noble Romance authors are taking over the month of April, and it's never too late to join the fray! We've got some outstanding prizes – simply comment on the tour stops, leave your email address, and you're automatically eligible to win. What's up for grabs?

GRAND PRIZE: one $100 gift certificate to Eden Fantasys
(awarded after the last tour date and courtesy of tour sponsor Eden Fantasys)

Ten $20 Amazon and ARE vouchers
(awarded weekly and courtesy of Noble Romance Publishing)

Copies of the brand new release RED ROSES & SHATTERED GLASS
featuring new short stories by six of the NRABT authors

AND
E-Books, Autographed print books, Caps, T Shirts, Magnets, Tote bags, stacks of autographed items from the tour authors and MORE!

PRIZES AWARDED ON EACH TOUR DATE!

To jump in, head to the Noble Romance Authors Blog Tour home page (http://nobleromanceauthorsblogtour.blogspot.com/) and start with any tour spot. At the end of each blog post, click the button to go to the next blog until you've completed the tour. Every comment is a new chance to win!

TOUR DATES
April 4 & 5
April 12 & 13
April 19 & 20
April 27 & 28

WHAT'S YOUR PLEASURE?

You'll get the latest news and updates on what's coming up from your favorites, and maybe even discover some new ones. Humorous, outrageous, sensual and passionate, they're certain to provide something for every taste and mood as they take you on an intimate guided tour of the exotic realms of pleasure they create. Nine of the hottest and newest writers on the roll call have joined forces to create a blog tour so epic that they had to take over the whole month!

H.C. Brown, Sarah Ballance, Indigo Skye, Gianna Simone, Justine Elyot, Cherie de Sues, Mindy MacKay, Bianca Sommerland, and J.S. Wayne will be scorching your computer screen as they discuss their thoughts and insights on writing, romance, erotica, love and life on each other's blogs throughout April. Spicy, seductive, and sexy stories are on tap, as they offer up never-before-seen erotic fiction for your reading pleasure.

Spanning the spectrum of romantic erotica from fun and flirty to fierce and fearsome, these talented writers will tease, titillate, and tantalize you with insights into their favorite characters, sexiest fantasies, and deepest desires. Filled with fun, interviews, giveaways, prizes, and surprises, this is one blog tour you won't want to miss!

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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

It's Here! HER FULL MOON COWBOYS

HER FULL MOON COWBOYS By J. Rose Allister
Siren Publishing Menage Amour
Rated Sextreme
Erotic | BDSM | M/F,M/F/M, M/M |
Spanking | Double Penetration |Anal Sex |

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Lily's plan for a "quiet" weekend escape goes wild when a pack of wolves crash into her cabin. Luckily, a hot, mostly-naked cowboy saves the day--the man who'd triggered her preteen fantasies when her parents rented the same cabin 10 years earlier.

When Chaz reveals the truth about the wolves that are after her--a curse he himself shares--she has to decide whether to shed her hard-kept virginity to let Chaz and his sexy alpha, Kade, claim her as their own.

Excerpt:

R Excerpt:

Trying to focus on the sounds of the woods instead of the electric tingles shooting through her did little good. His heavy breaths overshadowed all other sound, save the beating of her desperately racing heart. Even something as routine as his inhalations and exhalations carried an intimate connotation to her ears.

“Damn it,” he said, snapping her out of her idiotically sensual study of his respiratory habits. “They’re gonna follow us.”

“What? How do you know that?”

He flicked a glance her way. “I can hear them.”

She cocked her head and tried to listen. There were still howls and night noises, but nothing close by or obvious. “I can’t tell that.”

“They’re comin’ after us, trust me. But we’re almost there. Hang on.”

As soon as the words were out, they burst out of the endless fringe of trees. She’d never been here before, but knew this must be his ranch. The land here was open and sparse, gleaming pale white in the light of the full moon. Still, he was moving so fast that she couldn’t make out much detail to the front entrance. Suddenly, she was deposited on her feet on a wooden porch that spanned a much longer distance than the one in front of the tiny cabin.

“In here,” he said, pushing his front door open. “Hurry.”

She rushed in ahead of him, through a wide entry foyer and straight ahead until she ducked through an archway and found herself in a living area. Chaz had stopped to lock his door, but she heard him follow fairly close behind her. She was impressed by the hard wood, wrought iron, and leather furnishings with a high-end Southwestern flair, though a little leery of the well-polished shotguns racked above the fireplace mantle.

When she spun around, however, his weapons and decor were long forgotten. Her jaw fell open as Chaz stalked into the living room completely naked. The towel must have come loose during their mad dash for freedom—and shit. She was far from expert on the matter, but what she saw before she gasped and turned away seemed impressively long, and if she wasn’t mistaken, semi-aroused. They didn’t normally point out a spot on the floor several inches ahead of the guy’s toes, did they?

“We have to talk,” he said.

“Now?” She tried to take an interest in the hand-painted Mexican tile floor. “Shouldn’t you put something on first?”

“There isn’t time for that. They’re comin’.”

She heard metallic clicking sounds, and when curiosity won out, she peeked over to see Chaz loading bullets into the chambers of a shiny pistol. He stood behind a desk with a gun box on it, which mercifully hid the parts of him she couldn’t erase erotic mental imagery of.

“Wouldn’t a shotgun be better?” She stole a glance above the fireplace, wondering why she was weighing in when she had no idea what she was talking about.

“I don’t have any silver buckshot.”

“What?”

He held up one of the tiny cylinders he was loading. “Silver bullets.”

She raised a brow. “As in the Lone Ranger?”

“No, as in werewolves are allergic to silver.”

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

He clicked the pistol’s chamber shut and laid the gun on the table. “You need to know what’s goin’ on, Lily. And you need to decide what you’re gonna do about it right now.”

Chaz came around the table, revealing his massive manhood again. She held up a hand and backed away. “Hold it. Just stay behind something if you won’t get dressed, okay? It’s a bit weird trying to have a conversation with an exhibitionist.”

“This is no time for modesty, even if I were so inclined. Those wolves didn’t break into your cabin by accident. They were comin’ after you.”


X Excerpt:

Chaz held Lily’s eyes in silence while he shed his clothes, and then both men were naked in front of her. Their backs faced the truck headlights as they advanced, blocking much of the light as they urged her backward. A tingle shot straight down her spine when she stood on the middle of the sleeping bag. This was it. Two men were about to ravage her, claiming her together as their own.

She swallowed and let her eyes roam over the silhouettes cloaked in shadow. Their stiff cocks were evident despite the dim light, and cricket song and birds of night joined with the men’s raw, erotic breaths while they pulled her shirt over her head. Chaz leaned in to claim her mouth first, plunging his tongue inside to entwine with hers. Kade dropped to his knees and went straight to work on her breasts, his wet tongue circling her already hard nipples until she moaned in combined relief and frustration.

A matter of hours ago, it would never have occurred to her to wonder what the attentions of two men would feel like. Since discovering her fate, however, those hours of waiting had felt like endless days of torment. Now, finally, she had both of her men’s hands and mouths where they belonged, and the sensations threatened to unhinge her.

She felt fingers tugging on her jeans, and the denim slipped down over her knees. Chaz pulled her down to the sleeping bag with him, and soon she was naked in the woods with two hot males lying beside her. The thick layer of pine needles their blanket lay on was springy and softer than she expected, but that barely registered with her now.

Hands slid down between her wet thighs, which she spread apart gladly. Her soft cry was quickly swallowed by Kade’s lips. Her hand slid into the soft, not shaved side of his hair, pulling him close to deepen the kiss. Chaz sucked one, then the other of her nipples into his mouth, and she arched her back against the waves of pleasure. Multiple fingers slid up and down her wet pussy lips, some dipping inside her hole while more stroked and rolled her clit between them. She bucked her hips as a heavy, exquisite pressure built behind her pubic bone. Her free hand found Kade’s thick cock near her hip, and she marveled at the veined, throbbing velvet texture while she milked it in her fist.

He growled in his throat and pulled back from her lips. “Jesus, you’re so wet.”

“She’s ready, Kade,” Chaz said, his voice strained almost beyond recognition. He thrust his erection against her other hip, sliding hot and thick against her skin.

She groaned. “Hell yes, I’m ready. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”

Kade’s eyes glowed yellow in the dark. “God, I want to taste those dripping pussy juices. I want to fuck you so bad I can’t stand it. And shit, I’m gonna have to wait.” He took a deep breath. “I relinquish first—or should I say, fourth—rights to you, Chaz.”

Sunday, April 3, 2011

You're My Delusion-Six Sentence Sunday

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On select Sundays I'll be sharing a six-sentence excerpt from one of my works in progress, as part of Six Sentence Sunday.

This six is the next snipped from ONCE EVERY SPRING, my urban fantasy WiP.


Adam chuckled as Dana struck off the same way he'd been headed, with no clue where she was going. 

"You still didn't tell me your name,” he said, falling into step beside her.


She swatted what she thought was an insect from her lower calf, frowning when she looked down to see the crimped the stalk of a delicate cosmos-type flower. “You’re my delusion--you tell me.”


He laid a finger on his cheek as though pretending to deliberate. “Hm...I suppose Eve would be too derivative?”




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J. Rose Allister is the author of more than twenty-five books, primarily romance and erotic romance. A former editor and submissions director, she now works as a mild-mannered hospital secretary by day, naughty writer by night. Connect with her on Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to people.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Featured on You Gotta Read Videos!

My trailer for SEDUCED BY AN ANGEL was the first entry for April over on You Gotta Read Videos! Since I was busy drooling over our Feast Fridays hunk yesterday, thought I'd pop this mention up today instead.

At the end of the month, people can vote for their favorite trailer. Stop by and have a look!