My 2015 Theme

Last year I chose Ellie Goulding’s Burn for 2014. For 2015 I choose Jessie J’s Masterpiece.

Jessie J- Masterpiece

Linkage: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTOFEgJ9zzI

Enjoy and Happy New Year! May your 2015 be Blessed, Prosperous and Filled with more Happiness than Sadness and more Joy than Anger.

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Books to be Revised

Starting 2015 I hope to start re-releasing several books that I’ve gotten the Rights back. All of them will be revised and some will be broken up to be stand alone books. Here’s a list of all the books that I have the Rights back to and will be revised and re-released through self-publishing. I’ll post when I have more info on when some of the books will be out again.

 

Tartan Werewolves:

Tartan Surprise

Tartan Interlude

Tartan Twins

Tartan Mind

Tartan Mate

 

Family Heirlooms:

With His Mind

In Her Fantasies

 

Children of Earth:

Runaway

Catering to Haley

 

 

 

Small Town Lovers:

Home Coming

First Snow

 

 

Fire Mates:

Reclaimed

Binding Katrina

Resistance

 

 

Lustful Myths:

Ba’al & Bondage

Orion’s Star

Cupid’s Bargain

 

Stand Alones:

Seducing the Wallflower (will kick off a new trilogy)

Chocolate Bliss (will kick off a new series)

Unsealed Desires (will be put into new series with Chocolate Bliss)

Dog Sled (New Title)

Chocolate Shock (will kick off a new series with a new title)

Demon’s Captive (will possibly start a new series or be a stand alone)

Inspiration

Mating Fever (Originally part of a charity anthology)

Dravian’s Seer

When You Wish Upon a Pixie

 

 

Adventures in Cooking: Christmas Edition

The idea started a few weeks ago when I was trying to figure out what to do with Cinnamon Swirl bread that was going stale. I had an idea of using it in a French Toast recipe but didn’t want to do just the usual recipe so I asked some friends for ideas and the wonderful Lissa Matthews and Leah Braemel gave me some suggestions I could work with. I settled on using Gingerbread spices (since I liked them and beyond coffee I don’t work with them in cooking.). I Googled Gingerbread Recipes for spice measurements and turned to the Food Network for the French Toast components (how much milk to use, how many eggs, etc.). I settled on using Robert Irvine’s French Toast Recipe as a base and made adjustments. Here’s my recipe:

Cinnamon Swirl Gingerbread French Toast

7 slices on Pepperidge Farm Cinnamon Swirl Bread (maybe 8 if you can work it)

1/4 teaspoon Nutmeg

1 teaspoon Ginger

2 tablespoons Brown Sugar

1/4 teaspoon Ground Cloves

1/4 teaspoon Ground All Spice

1/4 Cup Milk

4 Eggs

1/2 teaspoon Vanilla Extract

 

Directions:

Mix spices first and set aside (I mixed them the night before so I had less work in the morning). I measured out the milk in a measuring cup, added in the extract and mixed that together before I added in the first egg, a spoonful of the spice mixture and stirred. I repeated the process until I’d used up all the eggs and spices then poured it into a glass baking dish. I soaked the bread for 1 min per side. While I waited for the bread to be ready I heated a pan and put in a large hunk of butter (I use Smart Balance Butter Spread) and added a bit of olive oil to keep the butter from burning. Once it was all melted and the bread was ready I started the frying. Once done I topped with powdered sugar. You can douse on some maple syrup. I suggest having bacon with the toast. (Charlene, you know I couldn’t leave out the bacon. My Super Twin Jodi Redford would’ve disowned me for a minute or so. Can’t have that).

The taste of Cinnamon and the Gingerbread spice mixture was light so I didn’t get a lot of heat. If you are feeling more daring or are more advanced in cooking than I am (I only cook/bake once in awhile when I’m so inclined), you can adjust the spice levels to your taste.

A quick Thank You to Jessica Coulter Smith for helping me with the directions.

 

Sizzling Saturday Snippet

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Blurb:

Ryan Porter is a sculptor, and beneath his callused hands, even the most rigid metals bend to his will. So, too, does his girlfriend Megan—a confident, strong woman who delights in submitting to Ryan’s dominance in the bedroom.

Megan is a Mountie, and she’s spent the past few years in the arctic following her career dreams. Family obligations kept Ryan at home, but their love survived the distance thanks to several hot visits. A Mountie always gets her man, and Megan is bound and determined to keep Ryan.

Now Megan’s with Ryan for the holidays…but how long will this visit last? She’s always been willing to do anything Ryan desires, but will he finally tell her that all he needs for Christmas is her?

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Reviews:
“All of the stories in this anthology have very sexy sex scenes, but I think this story really upped up the ante.” ~ Under the Covers Book Blog
“…The ultimate feel good Christmas story…” ~ Sarah,Feeling Fictional
“a wonderful addition to the anthology….the best novella in the anthology in terms of smoking hot sexy times.” ~ The Bookpushers
Snippet

I NEED YOU FOR CHRISTMAS

Copyright © 2012 Leah Braemel

The glow from the slumbering embers shifted across the ceiling and into the corners of the dark room when Meg lifted herself up on one arm and peered over Ryan at the clock.

Five-thirty.

“Hey, what are you doing awake this early?” Ryan brushed her hair from her face.

“I’m used to getting up around now. Did I wake you?”

“Nah, I’ve not slept much.”

Could have fooled her, he’d been so still through the night. Though come to think of it, she hadn’t heard any of that soft snore he normally did.

“I couldn’t stop thinking. About you.” His voice deepened on the last statement. “Thinking about how I wanted to kiss you.”

“What stopped you?”

“I didn’t want to wake you.”

“So what’s stopping you now?” She turned until her lips touched his. Another deep drugging kiss, thoroughly ravishing her mouth, leaving no doubt that he was in charge. There was no hint of softness about him when he broke off the kiss and stared down at her.

“I love you.” Without waiting for a reply, he skated his lips down her cheek, peppering kisses down the length of her throat while his hands traced down her belly, over her hips and between the smooth skin of her thighs.

He knew just the spots that turned her muscles to goo beneath his fingers, his lips. Moans built in her throat, escaped in shuddering hitches. Her skin tingled everywhere he’d touched, small sparks that burrowed and heated her blood.

“Get on your hands and knees, Meg.” His tone reminded her of one of her instructors at the training academy.

Her blood heated, raced through her belly to pool at the juncture of her thighs. “Yes, sir.”

Heat flared in his expression. Approval of her whispered response, her immediate submission.

When she’d first met Ryan, she’d only just realized how much a guy taking charge in the bedroom was the key to her sexual satisfaction. It had been a pleasant and exciting surprise their first time making love that while he’d treated her with love and respect that he expected in return, he’d revealed an innate dominance.

It wasn’t that he was a capital-D dom, nor was he into all the master/slave crap she heard bandied about in the news, but he’d sensed without her asking that she needed someone else to take charge of closing the proverbial bedroom door to all her worries and concerns.

Once she became a Mountie, and she took the duty for other people’s lives in her hands, the trust she had in letting go and turning all her worries over to him became like a drug.

Warm breath heralded the first touch of his lips against her thigh. His fingers parted her folds, and seconds later, his tongue flicked out and feathered over her clit.

How she managed without his touch for so long was beyond comprehension. Everything was right in her world when she was in his arms. All her worries, her concerns, evaporated, instead replaced with a Ryan-induced euphoria.

 

 

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Sunday Snippet: Seven Sins Inn: Pietro & Callisto

Blurb:

Sex hot enough to burn their worlds down…

Pietro doesn’t think he has time for love. Being a demon king and part owner of Seven Sins Inn leaves him little time for women. But when his friends claim that they’ve found the perfect match for him, Peitro is determined to prove that he doesn’t need a set up–he can find his own date, thank you very much. Undeterred, his friends send him to investigate a “problem” at one of the Inn’s guest functions, where Pietro sees the woman of his dreams, right there in the very kissable flesh.

Paranormal negotiator Callisto Monroe went to the Seven Sins Inn for a friend’s wedding, hoping she could scope the place out for work. But she didn’t plan on being swept away by the hot, dark-haired demon, or spending a weekend having the hottest sex of her life. All that’s well and good. But when things get too hot to handle, how is she supposed to protect her heart?

Author Note: This book was previously published under the title Mudslide but has been revised for redistribution.

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Snippet:

“I’m not like the rest of my kind. I have no desire to hurt you or look down on you. In my brief dealings with mortals, I have found I like them very much. Especially you.” He finally turned to look at her, eyes glittering with intensity. The ruby gaze dropped, looking her over.

Arousal flared hot within her, her stomach tightening into knots. Liquid heat slipped down, and her pussy throbbed as her panties dampened, tingling with need. An image of his fingers slipping over her thick nether lips, teasingly slow, rose in her mind.

Projection. The demonic talent of projecting images into the mind of a susceptible victim, or in this case an object of desire—her. She shifted, trying to stave off the ache, and the picture changed, a tongue replacing the fingers, tracing the sides of her labia before circling her clit.

“Take off your panties. I want you to touch yourself, show me those beautiful lips,” he ordered.

Her clit ached, thudded insistently. Her nipples pulsed at the low growl of his voice. A glance at his crotch showed her the large bulge pressing against his fly.

“Is that for me?” she asked, raising the hem of her skirt. The idea of doing this for him didn’t put her off—in fact, the tension in her body increased as her juices dripped onto her thighs.

“Yes, every inch of me is for you. I ache to be inside you.” His voice dropped lower, to a whisper, his words increasing the heat between them. She wanted to see him, see the pulsing length that showed her his desire.

“Show me. If I show you my pussy, you show me your cock,” she teased.

“You’re playing with fire.” He groaned and spun the steering wheel sharply. The car jerked hard to the right and stopped, engine still running.

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Saturday Snippet: Thawing Ava

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Blurb:

Hockey player Brice Douglas has never gotten over the Christmas he spent with Ava Johnson back in college. Now, years later, he’s in trouble with his team, the Witch Fields Prowlers. Desperate to keep their rabble-rousing player’s head in the game, they hire a babysitter to keep his ass out of a sling and home in his bed at night: Ava. He’s determined to make up for lost time, while convincing her he’s not the man the team made him out to be, using every dirty, sexy trick he can.

Ava just got out a relationship with a cheating fiancé. She needs time to rebuild her life and babysitting her old college crush maybe the answer to her prayers–so long as sex isn’t involved. Yet, with his sexy nightly self-pleauring sessions and dirty talk her resistance quickly starts wearing thin. With every day that passes, she’s growing more comfortable with him and his desire for her.

Will she be putting Brice on ice, or will he end up thawing Ava?

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Snippet:

Ava shifted from one foot to the other as the ache between her legs increased. She licked her lips and brushed loose strands of her hair behind her ears. Ava looked down as the heat in her face increased to become a prickling fire. She felt awkward and unkempt. Even though she hadn’t dressed up to meet him, she’d kept her style casual.

“Hey!” Brice put his bag on the ground, leaned down and wrapped his arms around her, picked her up, and held her close in a bear hug that sent her thoughts into disarray and set her body on fire. Through the thick padding of his jacket, she could feel his solid frame. Her hips bumped his, and there was definitely something happy to see her. She gave in and melted against him for a bit, allowing the cold on his clothes to cool some of her ardor. It didn’t work. Her father’s words came back to bite her. “Brice has got so much talent. I want him focused, and I want his head out of his ass. You’re no-nonsense. You can keep him on the straight and narrow, and with your…” Her thoughts stalled.

Crap.

She wriggled in his arms, but he only tightened his grasp and placed a kiss on her cheek. His beard scratched her skin, sending tendrils of arousal straight to her pussy. A giggle formed in her throat, but she refused to let it out. Her lips turned traitor and curled upward.

Her brain betrayed her, and she began to wonder if it felt this good on her cheek… No no no! she admonished herself. “Um, Brice, can you put me down? You’re cold.” Sad excuse, not even true. With her jacket on, she was warm. She felt like she’d stepped into a steam room. Her body heat spiked, and her clothes began to chafe her skin. The idea of stripping down to cool off was tempting, but she doubted that would help keep Brice in line. Or make a good impression with any of his neighbors.

“Oops, sorry.” He placed her on her feet with care, but he still had a smile on his sensual lips. “I’m so glad you’re here, and that it’s you and not someone else. You do remember me, right?” Worry clouded his green eyes. Tension radiated from his body, making her uneasy.

 

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Book Spotlight: Melting Into You by Cassandra Carr


 
 
Melting Into You Blurb:



BLURB: Seth Mason’s life as a macaroni and cheese food truck owner in Austin, Texas, is pretty good, except for one thing: he’d like to find a man to share that life with. As part of an organization Seth founded, he donates leftovers to the local homeless shelter, and meets Ben, a new employee. He’s a preppy guy, and very much not Seth’s usual type, but the attraction is strong and not going away.

Ben’s just moved to Austin from Connecticut to take a job as a case manager at the Austin City Mission, the first time he’s left home and family. But only a short time after he starts work, he meets a man who, though he looks like an extra in a surfing movie, intrigues him. He’s hardly seen what life in Austin has to offer, and yet finds he wants to discover that with Seth’s help.

The passion burns hot between them–hotter even than Austin in the dog days of summer, and neither man can deny it. As they grow closer, both must decide if they have the necessary ingredients for lasting love, or if the relationship will go up in smoke.


Author bio:
Cassandra Carr is a multi-award winning romance writer. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out online. Cassandra’s books have won numerous “Best Book Of” awards and her novella Unexpected Top was nominated in the E-book Erotic Romance category of RT’s Reviewers’ Choice Awards.


She thinks the best part of being a writer is penning stories about love and sex while most others struggle with commutes, micro-managing bosses and cranky co-workers.


Release Date: 4/14/15

Sunday Snippet: Tempestuous Crossings

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Blurb:

tempestuouscrossings_original-1-1Welcome to Draven?s Crossing, where fantasies and nightmares walk among us?

Vampire Mayor Draven desires mortal Rose. Her rebuffs excite him. When she finally gives in to his advances, their coming together is explosive, and their passion is more than he could?ve anticipated.

But a serial killer divides his attention. Can he keep his town safe from this mysterious menace and convince Rose that they belong together despite her reservations?

As a new resident of Draven’s Crossing, all Rose wants to do is her job. Draven could be a distraction she can’t afford, but she can’t ignore him or her arousal.

 

Excerpt:

“Yes. Drink me.” Her pussy rippled around his cock as she rocked her hips. Desire seared through her veins as the heat inside of her increased. She moaned, pressing her throat closer to his lips. “Please,” she pleaded. “Want it.”

Every cell in her body hummed for this moment. Draven’s hands massaged her breasts harder. His hips moved faster. He pressed a kiss over her pulse point.

Her heartbeat seemed to triple by that one act. She moved her hands up and gripped his hips, her nails digging into the skin. He growled low, the sound rough and dark as if it came from a shadowed place within him.

“Mine,” he whispered before biting down. Intense pain burst in the center of her chest. She released his hips and reached up to claw at his biceps as tears slipped down her cheeks. Her mouth dropped open in a wordless cry as the center of her world came down to that one act. The throbbing, pulsing ache turned into a hot thread of fire that burned through her, singeing her right down to her soul. The backs of her eyeballs felt hot. Her lips, fingertips and toes tingled. Fires exploded in small bursts through her body like fireworks. She shook as her cunt contracted.

Rose felt as if she balanced on a knife’s edge with darkness hovering just on the other side. The sensation of falling filled her as she screamed. Each tug of his lips pulled at something deep inside of her. He drank and drank and drank. The desire increased, multiplying tenfold until she sobbed. Their bodies continued to move. Her breasts slid against his chest. Electric strings shot straight to her core. Heat ebbed through her body as the orgasm welled up inside of her. The wave broke. She came on a cry, drowning in pleasure, pain, and darkness.

Draven released her neck and continued to thrust into her until he found his climax. Body straining, his cock thickened and pulsed inside of her as he came. He continued to thrust into her through it all. Rose collapsed on him, breathing hard. Her heart raced. She felt lightheaded. The edges of her vision became black.

“Rose?” Draven murmured. “Rose?”

“Hmm?” She lifted her head a small bit. It felt so heavy. It dropped back to his chest.

“Shit.” He struggled beneath her. She wasn’t sure why. It was so comfortable to lie there. Sleep tugged at her. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to drift. The blackness closed in. Not afraid, she allowed it to cocoon her.

 

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Sizzling Saturday Snippet: Thawing Ava

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USA Today Recommended

Blurb:

SE_ThawingAva_coverinHockey player Brice Douglas has never gotten over the Christmas he spent with Ava Johnson back in college. Now, years later, he’s in trouble with his team, the Witch Fields Prowlers. Desperate to keep their rabble-rousing player’s head in the game, they hire a babysitter to keep his ass out of a sling and home in his bed at night: Ava. He’s determined to make up for lost time, while convincing her he’s not the man the team made him out to be, using every dirty, sexy trick he can.

Ava just got out a relationship with a cheating fiancé. She needs time to rebuild her life and babysitting her old college crush maybe the answer to her prayers–so long as sex isn’t involved. Yet, with his sexy nightly self-pleauring sessions and dirty talk her resistance quickly starts wearing thin. With every day that passes, she’s growing more comfortable with him and his desire for her.

Will she be putting Brice on ice, or will he end up thawing Ava?

 

Excerpt:

She shifted in her seat and looked down at the counter. “Okay, deal. So are you too tired for…?” She wasn’t sure she wanted to finish that sentence.

“Say it, Ava,” Brice ordered.

Heat flared in her face and prickled along her ears. She licked her lips. “Um, are you too tired for what you promised me?”

Brice shook his head, and her heart sank. “Ava, be explicit. Tell me what you want.”

“Do you want to tie me down on the bed and use sex toys on me?” He hadn’t talked about vibrators and dildos, but she decided to throw that in there and see if he’d be put off. Brice had mentioned that he wanted to watch her masturbate, to see how she liked it, but this was putting her pleasure completely at his control.

The room grew hotter, and the fireplace wasn’t even on. She toyed with her phone. His gaze weighed on her, caressing the column of her neck, swirling around her breasts, and slipping down her stomach to whisper against her thickened labia. She could feel his fingertips ghosting over her flesh.

“Look at me, Ava.” Brice’s voice was deep, dark, hardened with command.

She met his gaze. “Yes?”

“I told you before you never have to feel ashamed with me over your desires and needs. You have to be honest with me and me with you. Now using sex toys on you—do you want me to use the ones I have, or do you want to use yours?”

He had sex toys? “Why would you have sex toys?”

He chuckled and replied, “I always wanted to be prepared in case I found a lover with my interests. If we came back here, which was rare, if ever, I’d be ready. Good enough explanation?” He moved around the counter.

She reached out and gave his hand a squeeze. “Yes, and thank you for not getting defensive with my asking.”

“Another Perry thing?” His eyes narrowed, and anger flared briefly before it disappeared to be replaced by an emotion she couldn’t identify.

She nodded. “Yes, but I want to move on from there, do things I was denied, and finally acknowledge and give in to my desires.”

He cupped her cheek and gave it a stroke before he stepped back. “Good. Just let me take a shower, okay? Marsh talked me into a workout while analyzing my games. I feel like I’ve pushed myself so hard that I’ll need some massage therapy tomorrow. Sex will help, though.” He gave her a kiss on her cheek, finished his slice, then went into the bathroom.

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Book Spotlight: Anne Lange

 
Sliding into Home
A New League Series (Book 1)
Contemporary Erotic Romance
 
By
 
Anne Lange
Totally Bound Publishing
Word Count:  37,827  words
Heat Level:  Hot
Release Date: October 17, 2014
 
 
 

Blurb
Can an injured ex ball player convince the woman he wakes up married to in Las Vegas to take a second chance on him?
After spending the last four months drowning his sorrows over the end of his baseball career, Jack Bishop finds himself winging through the blue skies to Las Vegas, not so ready to spend the weekend with some woman his best friend set him up with. He expects a paid escort. What he gets is the woman he walked away from ten years ago to pursue his passion, and she’s not very happy to see him.
Devyn Tate believes she’s quite capable of finding somebody to take her out to dinner. She’s no longer looking for a lifelong promise. She has a commitment only to her battery-operated toy to fulfill that particular need. Yet her friends have managed to talk her into spending the weekend in Las Vegas, on a blind date of all things. They promise the guy is trustworthy. They insist that she should have fun. Unfortunately, fun is not what she envisions when she discovers Jack Bishop lying on the floor of her suite in nothing but his underwear that’s on backward, and she has a wedding ring on her finger.

 
 

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Anne Lange Sliding Into Home Character Interview


Hi! Welcome and thank you for taking the time to do this interview. Please tell us a bit about yourselves.

Jack: *turns to Devyn* Hey, babe. Why don’t you go first?

Devyn: Now you’re being all gentlemanlike? *rolls eyes.*   Hello Selena. Thank you for inviting us here today.  We really do appreciate it. It’s not that often we get to do this. It’s usually Anne. Let’s see. I’m a journalist/writer.  Or, at least I’m attempting to write. It’s been a dream of mine for a long time. Right now though, it’s just a hobby.  During the day I’m an editor for fashion magazine.  Other than that I spend my time tending to this guy’s every whim.

Jack: *snorts* don’t lie to the woman, Devyn.  Like I could get you to succumb to my every wish.  Hello, Selena. It’s a pleasure to meet you.   I used to play professional baseball, but I had to retire following an injury that took me out of the game way too early.  Now, I coach and teach at the high school level. I love working with the kids. It was always an interest of mine, and it keeps me involved in sports.

Jack, what convinced you to go on this blind date? You’re flying to Vegas for goodness sake!

Jack: Convinced? Try coerced.  Tricked. Blackmailed.

Devyn: Hey, it turned out okay for you.

Jack: *Jack smiles and takes her hand, kissing her knuckles.* Yes it did, sweetheart.  Actually, I lost a bet and my brother-in-law set the whole thing up.

Devyn, I so hear you don’t like going on blind dates. Friends think they know what’s good for you but you always end up disappointed. Why did you go along with this one?

Devyn: Because it was winter at home. The weather sucked and I really needed to get away. And they’re my friends. I know they were just looking out for me. But I didn’t expect what happened. I thought it was just a weekend with friends and I’d have dinner with this guy while I was there. I certainly had no idea they planned for Jack and I to share a suite.

Jack, I suspect that you pulled out every dirty trick in the book to get Devyn to stay. Can you give us a few hints on what you used that’s not in the book?

Jack: My good looks and my charm?

Heh. Devyn, you know this man and here he is walking back into your life. I’m sure you wanted to deck him but revenge can be oh so sweet, right? I’m sure you had a few aces up your sleeve to bring him to his knees. Want a share a few helpful hints on how to make him sweat?

Devyn: *smiles gleefully*  You could ask him about how he wears his underwear.

Well now! Vegas can be a fun and sexy place. Did you find a few nooks and crannies to help keep up the romantic and seductive mood?

Devyn:  Unfortunately, I…ah…*smiles sheepishly* I don’t really remember.  I wasn’t feeling all that well, and I was sort of…

Jack: drunk

Understandable, it is Vegas after all. Jack give us one word to describe how you felt upon seeing Devyn after all these years?

Jack: Stunned.

Awww, Devyn give us one word to describe why you would want Jack back after all these years?

Devyn: Love

*Grins* Okay, Jack, what advice do you have for readers on how to keep up the sexy in their lives?

Jack:  Make it fun and spontaneous. Do wild things. Try getting married in Vegas…right, babe?

Devyn, Jack looks like trouble, what advice do you have to make sure he behaves? Or doesn’t?

Devyn: Behaving is not an option, I’m afraid. That’s too boring, and Jack is not meant to be boring. Don’t get me wrong, he can be serious and professional when it’s called for. But I have to admit, I like him better when he’s just being himself.  He’s actually very sweet and caring, and that’s probably why I stuck around when all my instincts told me to go throttle my friends for setting us up.


Okay, give me the pitch, why should readers check out your story and where can they find it? Maybe give us a sexy snippet too, please?

Jack: Well, Anne’s tag line is

Can an injured ex ball player convince the woman he wakes up married to in Las Vegas to take a second chance on him?

But seriously, it’s fun. Vegas is fun – it’s called Sin City for a reason. Anne doesn’t go into our whole life story, so it’s a short novel that’s a quick read. At the heart it’s a reunion story and we all love a happily ever after don’t we?

Devyn: Wow, aren’t we sappy all of a sudden.

It’s available everywhere, from the publisher – Totally Bound Publishing, at Kobo, Amazon, B&N (I think) and All Romance Ebooks

As for a sexy snippet?  Okay, here you go.

“Still hungry?”


More than he could know.


Maybe they shouldn’t take this further. The thought of where this was going frightened her. The feelings he’d dredged up scared the bejeezus out of her. The mere idea of their marriage planted all kinds of seeds in her brain—and in her heart—of a happily ever after with the one person she’d always wanted. It was like throwing gasoline on a fire. She knew, without a doubt, that if they continued this game, she’d be begging him to take her, to further bind her to him so that no other man, or judge, could come between them, and declare them not husband and wife.


Passion wasn’t the problem. Commitment was.


“You didn’t answer my question.”


She dropped her gaze to her lap. With her right hand, she clutched the stem of her champagne flute—her knuckles white. The left she clenched in a fist on her thigh. She relaxed her fist and raised her head to stare him in the eye. “I want you to make love to me, Jack,” she whispered.


Then I’ll figure out how the hell to walk out of the door.


He nodded, once, and reached to remove the glass from her grip. He placed it on the table then removed the dessert from between them, setting it aside also.


Without a word, he reached out to undo the buttons on her blouse. She watched as, with slow precision, he pushed each button through the holes until her shirt gaped open. He sucked air through his teeth, releasing it in a slow exhale. Covered in a light pink push-up bra, the tops of her breasts were plumped up, her nipples hard beneath the silky material. He pushed the garment from her shoulders. With a little help, it fell from her arms to land in a heap at her feet. His chest rose and fell with each breath. Then he reached around her back to unclasp and remove her bra.


“You know. I’d bet your breasts would taste delicious smeared with sorbet.”

Excerpt 2 (X-rated)
Sliding into Home
A New League – Book 1
© 2014 Anne Lange

 

She felt no pain. Not the physical kind anyway. Here she sat, in an exquisite hotel suite, in Las Vegas, with… Jack. The boy who had left her. But he didn’t resemble a boy anymore. Oh, no. He looked like a man who could do all sorts of naughty things to make her feel wonderful. And no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t make the naughty suggestions disappear, so she’d given up about two glasses of wine ago, after he’d announced his intentions.
She pictured herself swinging on a pendulum. She swayed to one side and was reminded of the day he’d left. Wasn’t she worth sticking around for, or at least coming home for? Then she swung the other way and focused on the opportunity in front of her. He’s so fucking sexy. And he’s available. And what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. Right? It’s not like it’s forever.
She was getting dizzy. She must be going insane if she was even considering it.

 

Her nipples stood on alert. Her pussy pulsed. Must be the wine. Her friends had brought her to Las Vegas to have sex. But sex with Jack? A mistake? Oh, yeah. She squirmed on the couch, and with as much nonchalance as possible rubbed her arm over her nipples. She suppressed a groan. Okay, maybe a little bit of pain. The kind only a good hard round of sex could relieve.
Devyn glanced up from where she’d settled into the overstuffed couch after they’d moved back into the suite. She watched Jack, but didn’t really see him as he moved about the room. Instead, she pictured him bending her over the arm of the sofa, while the kaleidoscope of colors from the Strip played across the darkened room. In her daydream, he slipped inside her, his cock rigid, thick, hot—stretching her wide, to the pleasurable edge of painful. He paused to place tender kisses down her spine, before pulling back and plunging hard and fast back into her body—relentless in his endeavor to hear her scream his name.
In her mind, she begged him, repeatedly, to make her come.  
“Dev, did you say something?”
Startled, she blinked and looked up at his question. “Ah, no.”
 
 
Author Bio
 
 

Shoes are her addiction, but books are her passion.  Anne Lange grew up with a love for reading. If you take a close look, she’s got either a book, her Kindle or her Kobo—maybe all three—tucked into her bag or a pocket when she leaves the house. You know, just in case there’s time to sneak in a chapter or ten.  Anne reads many genres of romance, but prefers to write sexy stories, often with a dash of humor, and usually with a side of those sinful pleasures your mom never told you about. 

Oh, and always a happily ever after. 

 

While embarking on this wild journey of becoming a romance author, Anne juggles a full time job and a family. Not always successfully. Who needs a clean house every day?  And what’s wrong with cereal for dinner? She lives in Ontario, Canada with her wonderfully supportive husband, three awesome kids who are growing up way too fast, and Rocky the bearded dragon. 

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