Genre: paranormal/light BDSM
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing
Release Date: 12/23/09
eBook ISBN #: 978-14199-26525
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Got Tequila?
Sierra does and Reed isn’t afraid to use it. He’s determined to do shots on every inch of her skin, but Sierra has insecurities preventing him from exploring intimate areas. Her insecurities won't stop her from lavishing his body with the heady liquor.
Ten years ago an accident tore Sierra Allen and Reed Walker apart. Now a chance encounter has them burning for each other. A bottle of liquor and a pool table has this duo ready to quench their thirsts with one night of Body Shots.
Will one night be enough to fan the flames of desire?
Excerpt:
Reed Walker leaned his massive frame against the wall. His leg bent, his boot-clad foot tapped against the wall to the rhythm of the bass drum. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, as his eyes gazed upon the singer crooning the soft rock ballad. She was gorgeous by every standard of the word. Long flowing black hair, dark mysterious eyes, her arms sleeved in tattoos. Dressed only in black leather pants and a matching leather bra, her rock-hard stomach revealed she worshiped the gym but Reed wasn’t here for the singer. She wasn’t his type any longer. Another time, another place maybe. Not tonight. Tonight, he was here for the owner of the bar.
Looking to make some extra cash doing something they loved, Reed and his fellow band mates decided to reunite after a ten year hiatus. Reed having always been the businessman of the group took on the task of going around to different bars and clubs to see if they were interested in adding his band Foul Play to the line up.
When he walked into Crimson Nights he thought he was walking into a dream. Never in his wildest imagination had he thought he’d come face to face with the only true love of his life—Sierra Allen.
The look on her face when he walked up to the bar and asked to speak to the owner was one of shock. Like seeing a ghost. And that’s how he felt. Oh, she’d cut off most of her long red hair but she couldn’t deny the scar on her right cheek. It had faded some over the years and she tried covering it with her hand most of the time they spoke but he knew it was her. She told him her name was Laura but Reed knew better. Those haunting green eyes couldn’t be mistaken.
He went along with her charade, though it killed him deep inside. She had run away from him after the car accident without so much as an explanation. The weeks he spent by her side, holding her while she cried over what she felt was a deformed face. The painful recovery from the shards of glass that cut her, when the windshield shattered. He stood by her side, loving her, wishing he could take away her pain. Wishing it was him who suffered instead of her, only to have her up and vanish when she was released from the hospital.
Now she was pretending she didn’t know him. It didn’t make sense. He’d let her go a long time ago but this time he wasn’t going to leave without finding out why. It was the least she could do. She owed him an explanation.
She shocked him when she agreed to let his band play. He fully expected a flat-out “no”. Why would she want his band playing there if she was hiding her identity? Was it a ploy to make him believe she was this Laura she pretended to be? Or was she feeling the connection too? If it was to prove her charade, she was sadly mistaken. Reed wasn’t stupid enough to be fooled by a haircut or name change.
Reed would wait until the night was done and the bar empty before he confronted her but he would and when he did, Sierra had some explaining to do.
I have six books and novellas published. One is an anthology series short. Two are full length novels, and three are novellas. I have one more coming in February from Resplendence titled A Brief Moment of Pleasure.
Jillian’s Job
Fran Lee
What good is a dream income, access to a private jet, all the perks that go with being Mike Furie’s überproficient personal assistant, if Jillian has no life? She wants a life with a man in it. And staying with overbearing, totally sexy, self-serving bachelor Mike, will lead nowhere.
A trip to Aspen to “rescue” Mike from the clutches of the latest woman seeking to sink her claws into him, an excess of champagne to fortify her, and she tells him what she thinks of his high-handed tactics. She’s quitting. Again. So how the hell did she end up in bed with him in a Tahoe honeymoon suite, naked? Why can’t she recall how her signature got on that marriage license?
Cindy Spencer Pape
Coming December 9, 2009
From Ellora’s Cave
The company Christmas party goes awry in an erotic way when quiet accountant Shelby Carter is magically whisked into a miniature Victorian village with the boss’s gorgeous son Noel Holiday. Noel has always honored the policy against fraternization, but when he’s trapped for several days with sweet, sexy Shelby , he knows it’s time to start breaking the rules.
While exploring the enchanted surroundings, they delve into their deepest fantasies, even acting out scenes from a collection of erotic Victorian postcards. After all, what’s Christmas without a little magic and a whole lot of sexy fun?
Though Shelby ’s crazy about Noel, she’s sure he’ll forget all about her once their interlude is over. But Noel has fallen head over snow boots in love with Shelby . Now he just has to convince her that holiday wishes can come true, and his devotion will last beyond their Yuletide Enchantment.
***Excerpt: Warmish
But the next house wasn’t there. All that surrounded them was an impassable wall of pine trees. They also couldn’t see any signs of the conference room, or of giant eyes lurking beyond the tree line.
“So, I guess we really are alone,” he told her as they walked back toward the big house that she’d already begun to think of as theirs. “I’m sorry.”
She squeezed his arm. “It’s not your fault, is it? I mean, this is an awfully elaborate ruse to get me alone. All you’d have had to do was ask me to dinner.”
“I thought about it,” he stunned her by admitting. “But my father is very picky about his offspring mixing with the employees. I think he’s terrified of sexual harassment suits.”
That or he thinks none of us are good enough for the precious Holiday clan. Shelby liked Mr. Holiday, but she’d never really gotten a feel for the man, who seemed aloof at best, snobbish at worst.
“What’s it like working with your whole family?” They climbed the steps to the house and Shelby could almost feel the warmth radiating from inside. It was as if the house welcomed them back.
“It’s nice, most of the time.” Noel held the door and ushered her ahead of him. As soon as he’d closed the heavy oak portal, he helped her off with her cloak before doffing his coat. “We all get along and it’s cool to know the company has been in family hands for over a hundred years.”
There were five Holiday children and each of them played an integral role in the company. Noel’s brother Val managed the IT department while his sister Summer handled sales and marketing. Sam was in charge of the new holiday décor product line, while sister Star was the head writer for the greeting card division. Even their mom ran the personnel department. None of them threw their weight around, which helped make Holiday a reasonable place to work.
And getting involved with Noel, even temporarily could ruin that. Shelby tried to keep that thought in her head.
“Do you want something to drink? I think I saw the liquor cabinet earlier.” He stepped away from her quickly and she felt a flash of hope that he was trying to avoid temptation.
“Actually, what I’d really like is the rest of my chocolate cake,” she said. “And maybe a cup of tea.” She moved toward the kitchen where she remembered there being a fire in the old cast-iron stove. She’d bet anything there were tea fixings somewhere.
“Well, now this is weird,” she heard him call from the dining room.
Pausing in the hallway, she detoured to see what he was talking about.
Weird didn’t begin to cover it.
The table was perfectly clean.
No dirty dishes, no leftovers, nothing. Just a pristine white tablecloth, a fresh centerpiece of holly, ivy and red roses and unlit candles. On the sideboard was a crystal domed cake plate with the leftover cake. On a tray beside it rested a bottle of champagne, a dish of strawberries, two china plates and two crystal glasses.
“Maybe a drink is a good idea,” she allowed. “This is too freaking weird to contemplate.” She stumbled on her high-heeled boot and would have fallen smack into the cake if Noel hadn’t caught her.
One look up into those intense blue eyes and she forgot all about why keeping her distance was a good idea.
He held her waist with both hands, drawing her inexorably toward him.
“Okay, I give up. We could take our snack upstairs and get more comfortable,” he suggested huskily. “If we’re going to be together for three days, I’m just not going to be able to resist you. Not unless you tell me to get lost.”
“That’s probably a really bad idea.” But oh, it sounded so very good. Her hands weren’t paying any attention to her words—they slid up to rest on his broad shoulders.
“Tell me you don’t want this,” he said. “All you have to do is say no and we’ll be back to just working together to get home. No pressure, I promise.”
“I’m not going to scream sexual harassment, Noel.” She loved the sound of his name. “And I don’t want you to get lost. It’s just been a long time for me and I guess I’m a little nervous.”
She watched his expression go from questioning to certain. He’d made up his mind and Shelby quivered with excitement.
“Maybe I can help with that.” He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her.
The kiss started out soft and gentle, coaxing and teasing. As Shelby ’s hands crept up around his neck to toy with the ends of his black, silky hair, Noel tightened his grip on her waist until she could feel it even through the boning of the corset. That slight pressure sent a zing of sensation straight to her pussy and she knew she was soaking her lacy drawers.
She opened her lips and he was right there, sweeping inside in a show of dominance she could tell he was trying to restrain. She went up on her toes and tipped her head back, silently asking for more.
When they were both gasping for breath, he pulled back and leaned his forehead against hers. “Wow. Upstairs?”
She gave him a shaky nod. “Yeah. That would be good.” Her heart was racing like crazy and she could see the pulse in his neck throbbing just as rapidly.
Taking his hand, she let him lead her toward the ornate curved staircase that dominated the foyer.
“Well, I always wondered what it was like to be Rhett Butler.” With a wicked grin, Noel swooped her off her feet and into his arms and strode up the staircase.
Cindy Spencer Pape
