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Sunday, July 31, 2011

Don't Reveal Our Secret-Six Sentence Sunday

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 week's six is another snippet from my WIP DISCARDED COWBOYS, book 2 of my LONE WOLVES OF SHAY FALLS series.

“You don’t want to let us go because you like havin’ us around,” Russell said, the teasing back in his voice. “You’re afraid we’d take off and you’d never see us again.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Talaitha snapped.

“You can’t reveal our secret to the public,” Drew said, whipping around to face her with wild blue-gold eyes. “Surely you can see how bad that would be for our kind?”

“And exactly why should I have a care for your kind," she snapped, cocking her head, "considering what they have done to mine?”




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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.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Sexy Business Opportunist-Six Sentence Sunday

**Mature Themes**
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 week's six comes from my WIP DISCARDED COWBOYS, book 2 of my LONE WOLVES OF SHAY FALLS series.


“So, my sexy, innocent-lookin’ mate turns out to be a hard-drivin’ business opportunist," Russell said, staring at her. "Even at the expense of men’s lives.”

Talaitha folded her arms over her front, wishing she’d brought the blanket to throw across her shoulders. “Except you’re not really men--you're animals.”

“Let us out," Drew said from beside Russell, "and I’ll show you just how much of an animal I can be.”

Russell’s hand shot out across Drew’s chest as he said, “Easy, cowboy, or your talk ain't likely gonna convince her to open this cage.”




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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, July 20, 2011

Guest Elaine Lowe!


On select days I feature books by some great authors. Today, Ellora's Cave author Elaine Lowe is here to share info on her title MAGIC EIGHTS.

About MAGIC EIGHTS:
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A casual wish by a frustratingly horny wife results in a most unexpected bit of magic…

Susanna walks into her kitchen to see two copies of her husband of eight years, William. When they both seduce her, she’s helpless to resist. Who would want to? When another copy walks in and makes love to her, and another, she ceases to ask why, only, how much can she take?

Seven copies, one original, and all of them want to push her to the very brink. Can she handle them all? Sinful satisfaction is the best anniversary present, and eight is Susanna’s lucky number.

EXCERPT:

Blowing a frizzy strand of reddish-brown hair from in front of her face, Susanna Walker-Wong tried valiantly to relax into the suds of her bath. Truly soothing rose and chamomile scents floated into the hot air of the bathroom, and hot water always relaxed away the tension she held in her shoulders. But all these luxurious bubbles and steam didn’t really get to the core of her problem.

She was horny. Despite, or perhaps because of all the stresses in her life, she was ready to burst with the need for someone to touch her. Well, not just someone. It would be really fabulous if her husband would get a clue and look up from his computer screen long enough to notice her panting after him.

But instead, she took a bath. Really, she shouldn’t be this desperate. It was their eighth anniversary, and that morning their son had been taken to his grandparents’ house where he was likely being spoiled rotten. For lunch, she had been the entree and Will had worshipped her thoroughly before taking her out to a sumptuous dinner that they’d enjoyed and debated like the foodies they were. It should have been perfect, she should have been completely satisfied.

Her career was humming along, though she was only working on contract, part-time, with Nathan being only four years old and just starting preschool. Yeah, the dishes needed to be done, and there was yard-work that begged to be finished and the floor required vacuuming desperately. But if she ever finished her entire “to do” list, she’d be dead, right? She should be completely content.

So why was she absolutely burning with lust? Every time William breathed, she watched the rise and fall of his chest and wanted to tear off his T-shirt and run her hands over his pecs and lick his nipples until he groaned. She wanted to thread her hands in the blue-black of his unkempt hair and tousle it even more while she pulled his lips to hers. She wanted to knock his laptop to the ground and climb astride him and ride him until he screamed her name and woke up the neighbors in the next condo.

She moved slightly to get her shoulders deeper into the water and relieve the tension there. The soft rose scent of the bubbles fluttered up to try to console her, mixing with the subtle spiciness from Esme’s present. She sighed, her hands drifting over her clit, only to retreat quickly to her side when the door swung open.

Will stood in the doorway for a moment, taking in the soap-obscured view of her naked body and flashing her a brief but devastating grin that still made her heart go pitter-patter.

“Hello, my water nymph. How do you find your bath? And is that incense I smell?” He turned away from her and to the toilet, nonchalantly taking a piss, while she observed the curve of his ass in the ancient pair of khaki shorts that he wore.

“Bath’s searing hot, just like this nymph likes it. And no, the scent is something Esme sent us for our anniversary.” She looked him up and down. “Care to join me?” Her voice dripped with invitation, but she knew he didn’t share her particular fetish for baths.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! It’s like ninety-five in the house, and it’s only going to get hotter. How you can stand to take a hot bath in this weather is beyond my ken!” With a drip and a zip and a quick wash of his hands, he turned back to her, his eyes eating her up and making her throb even more than she had been. With his dark shining eyes carrying that edge of lust and his wicked goatee reminding her how much she liked the drag of his chin against her thighs, she was practically melting with need for him. But she didn’t let it show. Her appetite for him was simply ridiculous after all the years they’d been together and she’d never been completely comfortable letting it all out. He was everything she ever wanted, and she didn’t feel like scaring him off now.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Discovered Bathing-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.

For this week's six, I'm posting another snippet from ONCE EVERY SPRING to celebrate the fact that it's now available! It's my first "sweet" urban fantasy/alternate reality, pubbed under my moniker Lisa Logan. It was a lot of fun to write.

With a giggle, Dana pushed off from the bottom of the silt bed and shot up out of the water, flipping her hair back like she was a sultry mermaid emerging from the depths.

Her glee was short lived. She opened her eyes to find Adam standing on the edge of the stream, an undecipherable look on his face and his hands on his hips as he stared at her. She let out a shriek-gasp and threw her arms over the bare torso he’d just caught a full view of.

“What the hell are you doing?” she fired off at him.

“I was going to ask you the same thing.”


ONCE EVERY SPRING is now available for immediate download:

Kindle
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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, July 9, 2011

Birthday Giveaway Contest Winner!


Thanks to those who commented on my blog appearances this week! One was selected at random to receive a gift--the backlist title of her choice. And the winner is....


Caity Mack!

Congratulations to Caity, and stay tuned for future contests!

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Chicken Wing Week and Other Weird July Holidays!

Weird Holiday Wednesday
The first Wednesday of each month I'll be posting a list of just a few of the fun, lesser known, and possibly wacky holidays out there. Enjoy!

July Holidays:

5th: MY BIRTHDAY! Oops, sorry...not a national holiday ;)
1-4: International Chicken Wing Week
24th: National Day of the Cowboy (for all you hot cowboy fans out there!)
27th: Take Your Houseplant for a Walk Day

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

My Birthday...and guesting on Sex Marks the G-Spot



Happy birthday to me! I'm blog touring this week at Sex Marks the G-Spot tomorrow and the next day, July 6-7...and I'll be giving someone a gift just for stopping by to leave their best wishes!

Simply post a comment here or over at http://www.sexmarksthegspot.com/ on my posts the 6th and 7th. One lucky winner will receive their choice of my backlist titles in digital format. One comment per day is permitted, giving you up to 3 chances to win!

So put on your party hat and leave your comment to enter my giveaway!

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Powder in His Pistol-Six Sentence Sunday

~~Warning: Adult Content~~

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

A while back I posted a snippet of my husband's work, and it was so well received that I decided to include another one this week! Today's six is from his just-released short story, COWBOY COMES CALLING.

Derrick was lost in his musings, his hand working faster and more insistently between his legs, when he heard someone clear their throat. His eyes flew open, and just past the dancing flames of the fire pit he saw the shape of a man.

Derrick froze, peering through firelight. It was the damned cowboy himself, standing there with his Stetson cocked at an angle and watching him with a look of obvious amusement on his face.

“Guess you still have some powder left in that pistol there,” the man joked, stepping more fully into the light.



COWBOY COMES CALLING by Michael Jade is now available on:

Kindle
Nook
Smashwords