Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Update Time and News!

Hey everyone! I just wanted to give an update because I've gotten quite a few questions about why CONSUMED has been delayed . . .

I'm ecstatic to announce that Touchstone Books (Simon and Schuster) has picked up the Devoured series in addition to Tidal and Lucky Me (another new adult novel)! I'm thrilled to be working with S&S to not only improve my books but also bring them into bookstores.

So what does that mean for Consumed?

Right now, we're looking at an early summer release date but since Touchstone will be publishing it, that also means Consumed will be available for pre-order!

Thanks so much for your patience, everyone, and for reading my books. I ♥ you all!



And PS: There's a new Consumed teaser (a long one) coming up tomorrow!

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Teaser Tuesday: Special Edition Part 2



If you're my friend on Facebook, chances are you've seen me gush over Dolls & Doms over the last few months (it's hot). Today, the fabulous Kelli Maine has released the cover. Here it is:





As well as the blurb:


Movie star Alistair Ingram strolled into Dolls & Doms private men's club in Las Vegas for his bachelor party and limped out with a torn shirt, red welts covering his chest and a broken engagement splashed all over the pages of every celebrity magazine in the country.

A session with club Dominatrix, Black Betty, will do that to a man.

... With Alistair's manager breathing down his neck and Black Betty's abusive ex-husband alerted to where she's been hiding for the past ten years, there's only one thing to do:

Lie.

And get the hell out of Las Vegas.

But the real ruse is on Alistair and Black Betty, because despite both of their best efforts, they've gotten under each other's skin. Can their explicit dance of domination and submission end in anything other than disaster?

THE SUBMISSION OF ALISTAIR INGRAM is the first in a novella series from www.DollsandDoms.blogspot.com, where erotic tales from the Dolls & Doms private men’s club are told in weekly episodes.


Goodreads link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17205525-the-submission-of-alistair-ingram



Obviously, I know what I'll be doing February 12th! :)

Teaser Tuesday: Special Edition Part 1

Good morning guys! Today, I have a very special Teaser Tuesday--I'm sharing a bit from Lauren Blakely's book, Caught Up In Us! Here's the blurb:
Five years ago, Kat Harper fell into a dizzying summer romance with her brother’s best friend Bryan. It was a mad, crazy love full of kisses all through the night — but he broke her heart and she had to move on. Five years later, Kat is finishing her graduate degree and building her business as a jewelry designer, when Bryan, head of his own successful company, walks back into her life. Bryan has been assigned to Kat as her new business mentor and the rules are clear. No hanky panky permitted. That works for both of them. Kat needs to grow her business to help her parents; Bryan needs to run a clean operation after his former business partner’s romantic scandal that rocked his firm. Kat can handle that because she's totally over him... right? Except, he still makes her laugh. And he remembers all the things she likes. And he's more handsome now than he was then. Then there’s the spark between them — the simply undeniable chemistry. Can they resist each other? Or are they willing to risk everything for a second chance at first love?
And here's the cover:
And here's a sneak peek at what's inside:
“I’m dying to kiss you. I want to take you out to dinner, and walk around the city, and talk about anything and everything,” he said. I could barely feel myself anymore. My whole body was edgy, floating. This couldn’t be happening. But it was. I felt light-headed, like I’d just taken a painkiller and gotten that warm flush where it kicks in and spreads throughout your chest and belly. The little hairs on my arms were standing on end. “But I can’t.”

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Teaser Tuesday: SAVOR YOU First Chapter!


I promised I'd post this when my Facebook page hit 4,000 likes, so here's chapter one of Kylie's story, SAVOR YOU. Thanks so much for your support, everyone--you all rock!


CHAPTER ONE

“God, he’s looking at you again,” Heidi says in a hushed voice. Gyrating her curvy hips to the technoed-up Adele song blasting through the nightclub, she peeks over my shoulder toward the booths lining the far wall. When I refuse to glance at the guy who’s been eyeballing us for the better part of an hour, choosing to toss back my drink and shrug instead, my closest friend gives me a dark look. “Like he wants to tear your jeans off with his teeth.  Like he—”

“Like he’s some stranger who’ll probably strangle the crap out of me when we go back to his hotel room. Thanks, babe, but I’m good.”

She frowns but I’m not sure if it’s due to what I’ve just said or the DJ’s newest choice of song—Heidi loathes Bad Romance. “You’re so morbid,” she finally sighs. Her gaze refocuses on something else, and this time, I turn my head to take in a short tan guy making his way through the crowd with two bottles of Shiner Bock held high over his head.

“More than one beer usually means they’re here with someone,” I say gently, but Heidi lifts her eyebrow wickedly and shakes her head to each side, her shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair swinging around her face.

“Shiner Bock is here with those guys.” She jabs her finger at a group of men across the club. “So yeah . . .”

Heidi and I’d made a deal before we came out to Bourbon Street tonight—we were going back to our hotel room together. But by the way Shiner Bock’s face lights up when the two of them connect eyes, I know there’s no chance in hell she’s coming home with me. And that leaves me alone. I dart my eyes from the man in the booth—the one who’s been staring at me—then down to the empty glass in my hand. Conversation with Creepy Hot Guy? Vodka-infused drink?

Creepy Hot Guy.

Vodka. Infused. Drink.

“I’m going to get a refill,” I say.  Heidi offers me a jerky nod of her head. She’s already dancing with Shiner Bock before I make it three steps in the opposite direction. Obviously, he’s forgotten about the intended recipient of the second beer.

Heidi generally has that effect on men.

I shove my way through the club, and by the time I reach the bar and sit down, I’ve had so many body parts brushing against me that I immediately ask the bartender for a double shot in my Bloody Mary.

“Bored?” a voice asks behind me, and I’m not the least bit surprised to see Creepy Hot Guy. He slips onto the barstool next to me just as the bartender pushes my drink across the countertop.

I stir the stick of celery around my Bloody Mary, granting him a little smile. “Tired.” And I was. The trip to New Orleans had been last minute, and I’d barely managed to get all the flight bullshit worked out. Still, exhaustion was worth the alternative—having to be around my older brother’s band as they recorded their newest album.

“Ian,” The man beside me says, breaking my thoughts. He extends his hand out to me, and I glance down, not moving to take it.

“Kylie.”

“I’ve been wanting to say something to you, but I . . .” Ian’s deep voice trails off and he casts his grey eyes down at the counter.

I take a bite of my celery and wrinkle my nose. “You probably would’ve weirded me out less if you had,” I admit, but I can’t help grinning.

“Look, I don’t—” he starts, but I hold up my hand. It’s better to get this out of the way before I let him get too far into the conversation.

“I don’t do beads.” I nod my head at a few girls dancing around a few feet away with rows of purple, gold, and green beads dangling around their neck. “So don’t ask how far I’ll go for some. And honestly, I think I’d better get back to my friend.”

I’m already scooting off my stool before Ian’s face falls, making a quick getaway before he has a chance to retort. When a hand touches the small of my back, I spin around to face him. “Look, I’m sure you—”

But when I look up, it’s not Ian’s grey eyes I’m looking up into. These eyes are dark blue, and I could pick them out of a crowd without even trying. These eyes literally make my pulse speed up. I tighten my grip around my drink so I won’t spill it all over my boots. No, this is definitely not Creepy Hot Guy.

It’s the man I’d come to New Orleans to escape.

Wyatt leans down until his mouth is level with my ear. Despite the heat caused by all the sweaty bodies around us, I shiver when the piercing at the corner of his lower lip skims my skin. “Too fucking loud in here, Ky. Outside?”

Though I know I shouldn’t, I nod and follow behind him until we’re in the alley. Out here, I can hear not only the upbeat pop anthem playing inside of the club, but music from a street festival too.
Wyatt’s the first to say something—well, do something. He slips his hand behind my back, drawing me close to him until our bodies rub together. Too bad for him I’m not having it. I break our contact, stuffing my hands deep into the pockets of my jeans.

“What are you doing here?” I demand furiously, meeting his dark blue gaze.

“Why weren’t you in Nashville?”

I take a deep breath so I won’t tell him to go and shove the neck of his guitar up his ass. “I’m entitled to a vacation.”

Wyatt lets out a low, dangerous chuckle. “Taken the exact moment we were supposed to see each other again? That bull don’t work with me, Kylie. You’re avoiding me.”

Because he’s using my full name and since we once agreed to be honest with one another—no matter if that truthfulness aches like a fist to the heart—I give him the closest thing to a smile I can summon. “I’m entitled to a vacation that gets me away from you because seeing you always makes me want to slam my knee into your balls.”

Grabbing his chest, he winces. “You’re scary when you’re pissed, Wolfe,” he says, and when I open my mouth to correct my last name, his lips press into a thin line. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

Sighing, I pull my hands out of my pockets and reach up to grab one of the cigarettes tucked behind my ear down, sliding it between my lips. Wyatt produces a lighter and holds it beneath my face. As I lean forward, I stare up at him from beneath my lashes to see his face slowly furrow into a deep frown. “How’d you find me?” I demand, taking a long inhale of menthol. I support my weight against the brick wall as I wait for him to respond.

“Disable the Foursquare or I’ll do it for you,” he warns in that possessive voice that had me tripping all over myself a few years back. “Anyone can find you with that shit, Ky.”

I cock my head to the side and narrow my brown eyes into thin slits.  “Funny, thought I took you off my friend’s list.”

“Didn’t take Cal off of it,” he says, referring to one of his and my brother’s band mates.

“Nice.” That single word sound like poison rolling off my tongue. I take another long drag of my cigarette before dropping it to the black asphalt and crushing it beneath my foot. “Guess I see where Cal’s loyalty lies. So why’d you come?”

“Didn’t want to think of anyone else’s hands digging in that hair.” He reaches out to slide a few strands of my short black and blue hair through his fingertips. When I clear my throat, he closes the space between us. “Couldn’t stand the thought of you getting drunk and wrapping those legs around someone else.” As if to prove his point, he squeezes my thigh, flicking the tip of his thumb back and forth across the V between my legs.

“And now that you know my legs are safely locked at the knees?”

“I’m still not fucking leaving until you come with me,” he says.

I grant him a long, hard look, and he swallows hard, making the tattoo that races across his throat appear as if it’s moving for a moment. I don’t need sunlight to know what it says because I’d been with him when he got it.  All Does Not End Well.

Sadly, that’s exactly how things will go down if I go anywhere with Wyatt tonight or any other evening, for that matter.

“If I leave with you, you’ll have no reason to find me through your friends anymore. I mean, isn’t that your forte, babe? A big jealous showdown followed by an even bigger letdown?”

The edges of his lips twitch up into an apologetic grin and he works the tip of his tongue over the labret at the left corner because he knows good and well that crap drives me to distraction. It always has. “You forgot what happens between that showdown and letdown, Ky,” he says.

“Nah. Just didn’t see a point to mention that.” And that is the angry, mind-fucking sex usually fueled by one of our more epic arguments. Shoving my palms up against his hard chest, I push myself away and walk around him, but he grabs my wrist and spins me back around. “I don’t want you here. In fact, I’d rather be third wheel to Heidi and the guy she just met,” I say, but he shrugs my words off.

“You’ve got no choice.”

Of course I do. But when I try to shake free of him again, he shoves my hands over my head, pausing when his gaze locks on my ring finger. “Jesus, get that thing covered,” he growls, his voice low but audible even over the sound of Cajun music pouring from the festival in the streets.

Instinctively, I skim the pad of my thumb over the tattoo of my ex’s last name. “If you hadn’t come, you wouldn’t have to look at it,” I respond calmly, despite the harsh, familiar flash of pain in my ribcage. I want to choke this man. I want to curl my fingers around his freaking neck or slap him.
And after the storm is over—because I’m a glutton for punishment—I want him to kiss me.

I want that love from Wyatt McCrae that I’ve chased for years and that is the precise reason I’m here in the first place. I'm over chasing him.

Wyatt’s midnight blue eyes harden, and he slams my back up against the brick wall, causing the air to leave my lungs for all the wrong reasons. “Do you really think I need to be with you to remember you let some fucker put his name on you?”

“Should’ve done it first,” I counter furiously.

“I’m doing it now.”

Then his mouth comes down on mine, and like so many times before, I’m so lost in him that it causes physical pain to every inch of my body.

(This is unedited and is subject to change in the final version.)
The playlist songs from Chapter One:

Sunday, January 20, 2013

Sunday Teaser #2: Consumed!



 As promised, here's a sneak peek at CONSUMED! :)



I sigh, arching my back when he releases my foot and dips his mouth to my ankle, his hazel eyes never leaving mine. Slowly, sensually, Lucas traces warm lips up my calf and past my knee. “How long will you be gone for?” I ask.

“Google is your friend.” Then, he offers me that cocky, half-smile that makes my chest—and everything below it—clench before nudging my legs apart and sliding his body between my thighs. “I should make you look it up,” he continues in a low voice, and I hug my legs tightly around him. 

Lucas immediately retaliates by squeezing my breast hard, bending his head to circle the tip of his tongue in a sharp motion around my nipple. A desperate sound rips its way from the back of my throat.
 
Lucas-fucking-Wolfe and those hands and mouth of his are going to be my undoing.



“Don’t be pretentious,” I say at last through gritted teeth. “How long is the tour for?”

Taking his hands and mouth away from my breast, he growls, “Stop grinding your teeth."

I sink them into my lower lip. 

Lucas shifts his body around until we’re chest to chest, eye to eye--my blue versus his hazel. When his dark, shaggy hair falls into my face, I try to reach up to push it back, but instead my wrists strain against the soft leather coiled around them. I’m left grasping at two handfuls of sweat-dampened sheets. 



“One month.  Twenty cities,” he says, tilting his head to one side.

“And Wicked Lambs is opening for you?” It’s impossible to keep my voice from hitching when I say the name of Cilla’s band. Nodding his head slightly to confirm, he traces his tongue around the outline of my lips. “Fun,” I mutter.

“You don’t sound fucking impressed.”

I struggle to sit up. “It’s not that, it’s—”

“You’re going with me.” Lucas draws back a little to take in my stunned expression. When I finally open my mouth to speak, he covers it with the tips of his fingers, which still taste like the melon he’d fed to me earlier. I pull one between my teeth, earning a look from him that takes my breath away. “You’re going because you’re mine, Sienna. Because I’m keeping you with me.”

Sunday Teaser #1: Savor You!

As promised on my Facebook page, here's my first teaser for the day from Savor You, the Kylie book. Stay tuned for a CONSUMED teaser sometime this evening. ;) Remember, this is an unedited novel so there may be typos and this is subject to change in the final version. Hope you enjoy!






“Don’t fucking leave again,” Wyatt barks, entwining his fingers through mine, yanking me back down. As I sink into the deep seat, I pull my hand from his. I’m eager to sever our touch—to get rid of the memories that being in this place has dredged up—so I race my fingers down the front of my bright red skirt.  “Don’t be a coward either,” he adds.

My back straightens, and I lift my chin until my gaze is level with his dark blue eyes. “I haven’t left you once since you showed up,” I say in a hushed voice, even though we’re probably the only ones in the 99 cent theater.

He turns his body completely toward mine. “What are you more pissed at, Ky? Me bringing you to this place or that you want history repeat itself? Or are you just looking for a reason to bolt again?”

“Yeah, I am pissed you wanted to come here of all the theaters in New Orleans. I’m pissed you screwed up my vacation because you’re a giant baby who can’t stand the thought of me,” I pretend to think back, even though what he’d said last night is at the very front of my mind, “getting drunk and wrapping my legs around someone else . I’m pissed that—” 

 Wyatt leans so close I can smell the hotel shampoo he’d used on his short brown hair this morning. He rests his hand on my inner thigh, and I shiver as his fingers inch up my skin, one by one. “You’re pissed you want history to repeat itself?”

Pursing my lips, I shake my head. “I just want to have a good time,” I say. When he cocks his head to one side, I continue, “Enjoying my trip here the way I originally planned.”

“So you’re saying you don’t want to fuck me?” His fingers stop moving at the top of my thigh, and my heart skips a beat.

Or five.


 “That’s exactly what I’m saying,” I reply hotly.

Giving me a wicked grin, Wyatt glides one of his fingers into my panties, pushing it inside of me. My hands seem to go everywhere at once—one grips the armrest and the other grasps his strong forearm. “We’re in public,” I hiss when he refuses to budge.

Mostly, I’m warning myself because I don’t want him to pull out. Apparently, I enjoy torturing myself.

Dumbass.

He rolls his eyes. “Last time this place had customers was probably us nine years ago.” Then, lowering his voice to a whisper, he demands one final time, “You don’t want me inside of you?”

“No, I don’t.”  But this time my tone doesn’t hold a quarter of the punch it had forty-five seconds ago.

Wyatt shoves another finger deep into my center, and my knees to buckle. My grip on his arm tightens, causing a slow grin to slink across his face. “I should head-butt you in those perfect teeth,” I mutter because it’s the only thing I can do to push the moan of pleasure down.

My words only make his smile grow even wider. “Why? Because your body says you’re a big fucking liar?”

“Yes.”

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Consumed Update

Hey guys! I've gotten a lot of messages and emails about CONSUMED and whether or not it's coming out on 01/15/13--unfortunately, CONSUMED is going to be delayed. I don't have the exact date that it will publish as of right now, but as soon as I do, I'll let everyone know! Thanks so much for your patience. You guys rock! ♥ ♥ ♥

Monday, January 7, 2013

The Tidal Blog Tour Schedule!

I'm happy to announce that TIDAL is going on tour for the next couple weeks! Here's where Cooper and Willow will be stopping:

January 7th
Shortie Says (Review)
January 8th
Good Choice Reading (Interview)
Shh Moms Reading (Guest Post)
January 9th
Confessions of a Total Bookaholic (Character Highlight)
Book Briefs (Review)
January 10th
Good Choice Reading (Review)
January 11th
An Avid Readers Musings (Promotion Post)
Just A Book Lover (Character Interview)
January 14th
Read My Mind (Review)
January 15th
Oh, Chrys! (Guest Post)
#BookNerd (Review)
January 16th
Books With Bite (Guest Post)
January 17th
Fiction Freak (Review)
January 18th
Read-A-Holicz (Review)
A Life Bound By Books (Character Highlight)
 
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