Sasha White

Just in- a new review for ONE WEEKEND

“This was hot-Hot-HOT! A great erotic romance for anyone looking for a short read with all the variables they’d get from a longer novel. Angie’s character is so different from me that I couldn’t put myself in her shoes at all, but I wish I could. She’d be someone who I’d admire for her ability to accept whatever comes her way. Rick and Mark are sexy characters, and they compliment Angie well. There is a bit of M/M sex scenes that I feel should be mentioned. There were also a few secondary characters, but they played such a minimal role that they only helped to keep this story moving along. While there is a story here, it did seem to take a back seat to the extremely explosive sexual scenes. They were plentiful, and outrageously hot! One Weekend is definitely a story that I would recommend for your next weekend in.” ~ Stefani Clayton, JERR

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Where has time gone? I need to get my but in gear!!

Lots happening this weekend.
First off, Last week, ONE WEEKEND released from Samhain.
As a writer, sometimes it’s good to just let the imagination go and write for the pure fun of it. ONE WEEKEND is just that story for me. It got me back in gear, and reminded my of how much writing hot sexy stories with real characters can be. It’s an uncomplicated, super hot and sexy menage story. It’s also a short story, but hey, that means it’s also low cost *grin*.

I expect I’ll be visiting these characters again and again in more short stories as I fell in love with them…and I hope you do too.

Buy now and get 20% off with the coupon code “shinynew”

Three Lovers, Two Days, One Bed.

Angie Wilson is a lucky girl. She loves her job, her life, and her man, Rick Craig. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t revel in the attentions of a good-looking, athletic boyfriend who’s secure enough to encourage her most adventurous appetites?

And the heat’s making her just crazy enough to go for it.

Length: Short Story * Price: $2.50

“One Weekend is a hot, erotic romp from the talented imagination of Sasha White. Ms. White has long been one of my favorite authors, and One Weekend only cements her place on my list of auto-buy authors and “to be kept” shelf.”~ Joyfully Reviewed

“HOT HOT HOT! I want more!
Once again Sasha White has hit the mark in her latest release, One Weekend which should be retitled to, One Smoking Hot Weekend Not to Miss!”~ Cathryn Fox, author of INSTINCTIVE

“Ms. White stretches her imagination to places this reader can not wait to go!”~Loves Romance

EXCERPT:

“Oh my God. You didn’t!”

Twilight had turned the sky into a wash of red purple and orange, but the temperature hadn’t dropped more than three or four degrees, so we were still out on the balcony. Our chairs circled the small glass table littered with empty pizza boxes and beer bottles, and we all had a nice buzz going. Against both Rick and Mark’s objections I’d wrapped a cotton sarong around my body when I’d gotten up to pay the pizza delivery guy, and kept it on while we ate. Despite my adding a layer—albeit a thin one—of clothing, our conversation was once again in dangerously erotic territory. For the past three hours no matter what we talked about, the conversation always worked its way back to sex. It was like the three of us were bonded by one great big horny mind.

“Why not?” Mark asked with mock innocence. “The guy wanted to suck dick, and I enjoy being sucked.
We both got what we wanted.”

“But you never even saw him. You have no idea who it was!”

The men shared a laugh, and Rick grinned. “That’s the point of a glory hole, babe.”

A glory hole. A hole in the wall in the bathroom of some club that guys could stick their dick in and get it sucked by some nameless faceless person on the other side of the wall. My mind was thinking, how stupid is that? But there was no denying the arousal curling in my belly and the slick building between my thighs. How sexy would it be to suck a complete stranger off? STD’s aside, the idea was dirty and dangerous, and it got me hot in all the right ways.

As if he could read my mind Rick stared at me intensely. Then his left eye blinked slow and seductively. It was a small and simple gesture, no leer, no smile, just a wink that said he knew what the sex talk was doing to me. The man knew that behind the logical straight-laced accountant was a girl who secretly loved the raw and raunchy
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Speaking of which… “How do you know for sure it was a him?”

“Easy.” Mark shrugged. “Men do it different.”

“And you know this how?”

“Because I’ve had both. If a guy is sucking your dick, he’s doing it because he enjoys it and it shows. Most of the time when a girl is doing it, she’s doing it to either get something from you or because you’ve begged. They’re not exactly enthusiastic.”

The mind boggled. What to tackle first? The fact that Mark, a guy so unrelentingly male, had been sexual with other guys before. How many and just how sexual? Had they all been nameless, faceless glory-hole types or perhaps there was something I didn’t know about our friend? Then there was the fact that some women give head because they enjoy it.

Before I could decide which direction to take the conversation, Mark did it for me by smirking at Rick and saying, “I don’t understand why women hate to give head so much.”

I tried to sound casual. “Not all women hate it.”

Mark snorted into his beer, but Rick nodded. “She’s right.”

As if neither of us had spoken, Mark continued on. “And what’s even stranger is that women don’t like getting it either. I love eating a woman until she’s come a couple of times. Then her pussy is all juicy and wet and delicious, but that embarrasses them. Commercialism has women so convinced men don’t like the smell of a cunt that they only let you get down there and have a couple of licks before they pull you up by the hair. It’s been so long since I’ve had more than a tease I can’t even remember what a woman tastes like. Guys like to know when a woman’s turned on and the juice tells us that. It’s hot.”
Mark glared at me shaking his head. “I just don’t get your kind.”

“Not all women are like that,” I said again. “Some of us actually enjoy oral sex. Giving and receiving.”

“Like Angie,” Rick said, waving the hand with his beer in it in my direction. “I can tie her to the bed and eat her over and over until she screams, and then she thanks me for it.”

Mark’s eyebrows shot north, hiding under his shaggy bangs. “Really?”

“Oh yeah, and sometimes I think she prefers sucking me to fucking me.”

Both men looked at me and a heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment crept up my neck and into my cheeks.

“Reeaaally,” Mark repeated, drawing the word out and smiling at me. “I’ve always known a bad girl lurked beneath those sexy secretary outfits you wear, but this is even hotter than your ability to slam tequila with the boys.”

Choosing to ignore Mark’s bad girl comments, I addressed Rick’s. “It’s not that I don’t love the way you love me, babe, but yeah, I have to admit there are times when I get off more on giving you pleasure than receiving it.”

Rick’s dark eyes gleamed. “C’mon, Ange, be honest. There’s more to it than giving me pleasure.”

Blame it on the sweltering summer heat, the sexual tension that had been building ever since I’d sauntered out onto the deck in my underwear, or the tequila, but I couldn’t help myself. Sitting around with two hot and tempting men talking about sex for three hours had loosened my tongue and primed my pussy. The naughty devil that had perched on my shoulder all night jumped up and ran away with my tongue.

“I love to suck dick,” I admitted bluntly. “I love the feel of a man’s cock in my mouth. The totally male musky flavor, the sounds a man makes when he’s on the edge, the hot throbbing against my tongue as his cock gets bigger and harder and come starts to leak out the tip. I love it. I love it all.”

Lust was stamped clearly on Mark’s face. “Damn, Rick. You’re one lucky bastard.”

“If Rick said it was okay, I’d tell you to come see me the next time you want your cock sucked,” I continued rashly. “I’d show you a woman could enjoy it. I bet I’d give you the best head you ever had, better than any man or woman has ever given you.”

Both men stared at me, mouths open in surprise. By the time my brain caught up with my mouth Rick had that look in his eyes. The look that said “I double dog dare you”.

Unlike most men, Rick wasn’t pissed off by what I’d said. Oh no, instead of getting all bent out of shape, my man was…aroused.

Sure enough, he quirked an eyebrow at me. “Go for it.”

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We’re doing a writing challenge on the messageboard today. It’s free to join, and it’s a great place to just chat. But some of the readers are also writers…so we’re banding together to try and get some stuff today. Join the message board (it’s free) and come visit us. Who knows, you might have fun!

I also blogged over at GENREALITY today about getting a new library card and discovering a new to me author and series that I’m excited about reading.

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“I am your friend, which is why I’m going to smack you upside the head if you keep putting yourself down.” Sable glared at her. “Stop with the whining about what you think you’re not, and just think about what you’ve done in the past year. You’ve went against your family and quit a reliable stable job to run a pub. In running that pub you’ve learned how to bartend, cook, and bounce drunk idiots out the door. You made the first move on Jake, which led to you having sex on that freakin’ pool table right there!” She heaved a sigh and stared at Miranda. “The only person who think you’re not strong is you, Mandy. It’s time to open up your eyes and see who you really are.”

Who wants to guess what story I’m finally writing? Hint, it’s a sequel that’s been on the back burner for too many years.

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The cover and blurb is finally up for my Samhain eBook release., ONe Weekend, so I thought I’d tease y’all a bit with an excerpt.

Release date: April 6, 2010 from Samhain Publishing

Three lovers. Two days. One bed…

Angie Wilson is a lucky girl. She loves her job, her life, and her man, Rick Craig. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t revel in the attentions of a good-looking, athletic boyfriend who’s secure enough to encourage her most adventurous appetites?

One of the worst heat waves in memory has hit town, and by Friday Angie is ready to really let loose. Craig and his best friend, Mark, are chilling on the patio with cold beer when she gets home from work, and the three get comfortable. As the night moves on and the talk turns to sex, Angie longs for more than just cool air on her bare skin.

And the heat’s making her just crazy enough to go for it.

Who wants an introduction to Angie and the boys? Read on….

The second I entered the apartment my clothes started coming off. I kicked off my heels, dropped my skirt and peeled off my starched white blouse as I walked to the kitchen. I’d worked hard to become a CPA and I loved the work, but the uptight clothes required in our office were not what I would call comfortable. Opening the fridge I just stood there…a soft moan of pleasure slipping from between my lips as cool air finally hit bare skin.
“Ange?” Rick’s voice floated in from the balcony.
My pulse kicked up a notch, and I smiled softly. Just the sound of his voice was enough to make my heart turn over. Rick Craig was my perfect match, my other half. “In the kitchen,” I called back.
“Bring a couple more beers when you come out here, will you?”
“Sure, baby.”
Eager to shake off the tension of the day I grabbed a bottle of white wine and a couple of beers from the fridge. Bottle opener and wineglass in one hand, beers in the other, I headed out to the balcony with full hands.
Three steps from the sliding doors I realized that Rick wasn’t alone outside, and hesitated. It was easy to identify the other voice as Mark Hoffman, Rick’s best friend. I glanced down at the sheer bra and panties barely covering my parts, and a deliciously naughty heat surged through me. It wasn’t like Mark had never seen me in a bikini or something.
“Here you go,” I said as I swept aside the curtain and stepped out onto the balcony. Stopping short I glanced from Rick to Mark, all wide-eyed innocence. “Oh! Hi, Mark.”
“Hey, Angie.” Pure male appreciation was clear in the look he gave me.
“Hey, baby, come here.” Rick held out his hand, a knowing smile curving his lips. Confident in my love, Rick enjoyed watching me flirt with and tease other men almost as much as I enjoyed doing it.
I leaned down and gave him a lingering kiss, fully aware of Mark’s heated gaze on my ass the whole time. Straightening up, I handed out the beers before stretching out on the empty lounger next to them. The heat was killer when covered in clothes and stuck at a desk, air-conditioned office or no, but stretched out with a glass of chilled wine, it was bearable. Almost pleasant. “How long have you boys been out here drinking?”
“’Bout an hour,” Rick answered. “How was work?”
“It sucked. The heat is making people crazy. Janice almost took a swing at a client because he called her sweetheart.”
“Is she?”
Rick snorted at Mark’s question. “Janice is one scary muther. Think tough as Gemma from Sons of Anarchy only ugly and fifty pounds heavier.”
“Hey,” I said as they laughed. “Janice is a sweetheart. You just have to get to know her.”
Rick smirked. “Mark might be looking for a girlfriend, but no matter what you say, Janice is not his type.”
Mark glanced away at that and took a deep pull from the beer in his hand. I raised an eyebrow. To say I was surprised was putting it mildly. Mark had a well-earned reputation as a player. “You’re looking for a girlfriend? Seriously?”
Shaggy blond hair and deep blue eyes made Mark a good looking guy—not to mention tall and ripped with muscles that made grown women drool—but it was his easy confidence and sexual swagger that always got him the girl. Well, almost always. It might’ve been Mark who’d first caught my eye the night I’d met the boys, but it was Rick who’d caught my heart.
“I don’t remember you ever having trouble finding a woman before, Mark. What’s the problem?”
“None of them are you, babe.” Mark’s patented grin flashed, but his gaze held a certain intensity when he looked at me and my breath stuttered. “You broke my heart when you chose Rick over me. And I’m not sure he’s willing to share.”
Warmth that had nothing to do with the sun swept over me, and I swallowed a gasp. The man had just hit on my most secret fantasy, the one that had plagued me since the first night I met the guys. Guilty pleasure had me glancing at Rick only to find him watching us both, a speculative gleam in his dark eyes. “She can be hard to satisfy sometimes.”
“Rick.” Heat crept up my neck.
“Greedy is she?”
My man nodded sagely. “Insatiable even.”
Mark reached down and adjusted himself obviously. “Another guy might come in handy.”
“A relief pitcher…of sorts,” Rick said with a grin that had me wondering what the hell he was up to.
Mark grinned back at him. “Double the dick. Double the pleasure.”
Both men turned to me, and I squirmed. I was totally turned on and a bit embarrassed about it. Bravado was the obvious way to go.
“Well, I do love sex,” I said with false casualness as I lay back and closed my eyes again. “But I doubt even both of you could totally satisfy me.”
“Ohhh.”
“Ouch!”
I ignored their groans of mock pain and pretended there was nothing strange about the conversation, or my laying around in my lingerie, but the tension was building.

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Some of you might remember me taking a photoshop course last year as I posted some of my efforts here. Well, I took it again this year, and this is one of the things I did. Cool huh?

Click on the image to see a larger version if you can’t read this one.

Oh, and in case you missed it, thats the cover for my April release, a short uncomplicated sexy romp of a story to heat you up.

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Wicked has been nominated in The Romance Studios’s CAPA’s.

Because it’s actually a 2008 release, it’s in the Psyche category. (The P in the CAPA’s) and I’m thrilled that readers and reviewers are still hooked on this story.
*The Psyche Award is a category for romances that did not meet the nomination criteria but that our reviewers felt deserved special recognition. Books in this category have not previously received a CAPA award.*

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I took this photo of a sunset 2 days before I left on my vacation. It’s a beautiful winter sunset. So crisp and clear…but I’m laying on a beach in Haiti right now. I don’t want you to think I’ve forgotten about my readers! Wave hi in the comments and be entered to win a copy of ALLURING TALES, Hot Holiday Nights. I have three copies to give away, so your chances of winning are great!

I’ll do the draw when I get home and post the winners names on December 24th.

ALLURING TALES 2: HOT HOLIDAY NIGHTS

The holidays are heating up—with seven wickedly sensual stories guaranteed to spice up those chilly winter nights!

“Wish Upon A Star” by Sasha White — A professional dominatrix wishes upon a star, and her fantasy appears—an insatiable alpha male in biker boots who’s literally out of this world…

A psychology student goes online hoping to live out her steamiest fantasy—and ends up on a hot mystery date with a wickedly imaginative stud who brings out her inner pole-dancer. . .

A determined lady comes home, burning for her girlhood crush—a sexy lawman who totes a big gun. . .

A creative ad man’s passion is aroused when he sees his buttoned-up coworker in a revealing new light—dressed in sizzling red satin on a giant billboard. . .

A tall, dark, handsome warlock finds himself obsessed with his “familiar”—a sleek and sexy cat-woman who turns out to be the purr-fect lover. . .

She was always hot for big brother’s best friend—and now her erotic dream is here in the taut and tempting flesh. . .

A pair of fugitive lovers finds themselves warm and toasty in a sultry Caribbean paradise—and ready for some red-hot fun in the sun. . .

“Sasha White is one of my favorite authors of BDSM romances. She knows just how far to go with the BDSM scenes to inspire new fantasies for her readers, and she always does a splendid job of building a believable romantic connection between the Dom or Dominatrix and their submissive.” ~ Jennifer at Wild on Books

Top Pick at NightOwl Romance!
“Alluring Tales 2: Hot Holiday Nights is a compilation of wicked fantasy tales written by seven brilliant authors. Each little story is in and of its own an exciting and enchanting journey into the life of two people that have their own fantasy to work out, each colliding at just the right moment, or just the right way for the sparks to fly.” ~ Night Owl Romance

READ AN EXCERPT of WISH UPON A STAR

Other authors and stories in this anthology

Peaches & Cream – Cathryn Fox
Indecent Exposure – Delilah Devlin
Forbidden Pleasures – Lisa Renee Jones
Billboard Babe – Myla Jackson
That Old Black Magic – Sylvia Day
Silver Waters – Vivi Anna

Seven steamy tales that are sure to heat up the holidays from the authors of the immensely successful Alluring Tales: Awaken the Fantasy. Each of these authors uniquely brings something special to her story–perhaps a bit of paranormal, or humor, or fantasy. And together they have created one of Avon Red’s most popular anthologies.

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This weeks Saturday Snippet theme is Parties.

Below is a short peek at a scene from TROUBLE.
In TROUBLE, Samair Jones is starting her own fasion label – one that specializes in lingerie, fetish wear, and dance wear. In this part of hte story she’s teamed up with nightclub owner Val, to have a private party/fashion show in his club, Risque

Some of you might recognize the hero’s best friend, Karl form the snippet on secondary characters last week. Karl was introduced in BOUND, and he’s plays a supporting role in TROUBLE, before he gets his own story in WICKED.

Read Chapter One of TROUBLE

Val found Karl in the Bachelor room, schmoozing with the more influential people that had wanted their privacy assured, and were willing to pay handsomely for it.
To him, it was a contradiction that people who were so paranoid about their privacy would come out to a show anyway. Karl had worked his magic though, assuring them that they would have complete privacy from the rest of the club, with a private show.
The logistics of giving them a separate private fashion show hadn’t been easy to figure out. They’d set up a small changing tent just outside the Bachelor Room’s separate entrance on the side of the building, and the models had agreed to do a change out there. Then they’d all go back inside and do the show again, for the general occupants of the bar.
“How’s it going in here?” he asked Karl when he found him at the back wall, watching over the crowd.
“Smooth, buddy. Your staff is keeping the drinks flowing, and the catering is a definite hit.”
Val looked over at the tables along the back wall of the room. He’d arranged for buffet style catering and the two end tables were piled high with hot hors d’oeuvres like poached salmon rounds and crab puffs, along with plates and such. But the middle table was what made it all special.
Centered in the dimly lit area was a long table, the crisp white linen cloth covering it a deep contrast to the dark skinned body stretched out on top of it.
Sushi, sashimi, tempura-battered veggies and prawns covered the woman’s bare flesh. Flower petals of various colors and leafy greens were strategically littered over her breasts and belly, while a small porcelain plate with pickled ginger and wasabi waited in the juncture of her thighs, just hiding enough of her hairless pussy to tease.
“For two hundred bucks a head I figured I better come up with something other than free booze for them. Ambrosia Catering promised me that, and I see they delivered.”
Karl slapped him on the back.
“All the tickets were sold, so that’s some solid coin. Between this and what you make at the front door, you’re home free, brother.”
“As much as I hate to anticipate … I think you’re right. Now if we can sell a lot kinky shit, Samair’s new business will be off to a great start too.”
“How’s she doing?”
Val gave him a look.
“Hey, I like her.” Karl grinned. “She seemed pretty smart, she’s got a rockin’ body, and there’s no arguing with her taste in lingerie.”
“Speaking of which, you got plans later tonight?”
Karl’s eye narrowed. “Not really. Why?”

“Sasha White continues to impress with every new offering. Trouble is an uncomplicated book. It is simply perfect. The solid characterization and plot make a flow smooth and easy across the pallet. Like a perfectly aged liqueur Trouble has bite and fire just the way it should.” ~ Cynthia, A Romance Review

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Years ago I wrote an eBook called Losing It that featured a caterer. The catering company is called Ambrosia, and it’s been a sort of secondary character in several books since then. Like this scene in TROUBLE, a private fashion show/party in a nightclub, where Ambrosia was hired to create a sexy, sophisticated ambiance. The same caterer, Lacey, was also used in MY PREROGATIVE for a bachelorette party. When the rights to the story reverted back to me, I made sure to include it in the back of MY PREROGATIVE, so if you want to know more about Lacey and her catering exploits, that’s the place to start. :)

***For a chance to win a signed copy of TROUBLE tell me in the comments what you’re favorite theme is for a party. Or just say hi and put your name in the hat. I’ll do the draw when I get back from my vacation, and announce the winner on December 24th. ***

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For more excerpts form some other talented authors, check out the links below!

Vivian Arend
Moira Rogers
Ashley Ladd
Jaci Burton
Kelly Maher
Leah Braemel
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
Shelli Stevens
Shelley Munro
Eliza Gayle
Jody Wallace
Juliana Stone
TJ Michaels

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Todays theme is secondary characters, so I chose an excerpt from BOUND, the novel that started it all with Berkley. By started it all I mean it’s the book where Karl came to be. If you’re a long time reader of my blog you’ll know I’m not a plotter, and I’ve never planned to write a series. My books all stand alone, but they all also became connected to each other through secondary characters…like Karl.

He shows up ion this scene in BOUND, (and again later) then he showed up in TROUBLE as the hero’s best friend, Halfway through writing TROUBLE I contacted my editor and asked if I could write Karl’s story next instead of the book we’d planned on. Luckily, my editor trusts me, and she said yes. So…this snippet is Karl’s first appearance… a secondary character got his own story in WICKED.

Moe’s was a small red brick building on the edge of town. The yellow neon sign simply stating ‘Moe’s Place’ could be seen from the highway.
Lillian made good time on the road, and we arrived just before nine o’clock. There were a lot of pick-up trucks, a few SUV’s, and almost a dozen motorbikes in the lot; big monster Harley’s and such with shiny chrome and metallic colors. Anticipation awakened my senses as the possibilities of the night ahead stretched before me.
We stepped into the bar as a threesome, and a few heads turned. Julie was wearing a short leather skirt and tight tank top similar to the one she had me put on. Only she had a lot more plump flesh spilling over the edge. Lillian’s red hair and exotic looks drew many eyes to her. The flowing camisole dress that skimmed her curves kept them there.
Julie had rolled up the waistband of my skirt when we’d stepped out of the van, and my legs got a bit of attention. My funky look didn’t stand out, but I wasn’t being ignored either.
“Look at him,” Julie said, eyeing the bartender.
He wore black jeans and black button up shirt, completely undone to show off the colorful artwork splashed across his hairless chest and belly. I was checking out the way a dragon’s tail disappeared into the waist of his jeans, pointing me the way to a decent size bulge when Julie nudged me in the ribs. I glanced up and saw one eyelid dip in a flirtatious wink.
“What can I get you ladies to drink?” he asked.
Hoping that the dark foundation I wore hid my blush, I ordered round of tequila shots, including one for him.
“Let’s get started, girls.”
The small shaker of salt was passed around, my gaze locking with the bartender’s just as my tongue darted out and swept across the inside of my wrist. I felt so . . . awake. Erotically charged. Every touch made my blood heat more. From the touch of Julie’s hand dressing me, to the rasp of my own tongue across my skin.
“A toast,” Julie said, holding up her shot glass. She flashed naughty grin at the group and spoke loud and clear. “To letting the inner bad girl out to play.”
“I’ll definitely drink to that!” The stud behind the bar said and tossed his shot back with the rest of us.
The tequila caused a sharp burn in my chest, which eased to a pleasant warmth when I bit into the lime slice and the juice squirted down my throat.
“So what’s your name, Darlin’?”
Julie and Lillian shifted down the bar a little, leaning against each other and making it obvious they were a couple. I smiled at the hot guy behind the bar. Making friends with the bartender was always a smart move, no matter what bar you went into.
“I’m Caitlyn.” The fake name came easily to my lips.
“Well Caitlyn. I think we need another drink. How about you?”
He set up two more shot glasses and filled them with amber liquid. I smiled, Ohhh, I was going to have fun. I could feel it in my bones. And every other part of my body.
“Sure. What’s your name, Mr. Bartender?” I leaned against the bar, using the edge of it to plump up my cleavage a bit more.
He of course noticed, and made no effort to hide the way his eyes lingered on my pushed up boobs when he spoke. “Rick. You need anything tonight, you come see me ok?”
We clicked our glasses together and another ounce of tequila slid down my throat.
The second shot went down much smoother than the first and the warmth in my chest was spreading fast. Julie grabbed my elbow and pulled me over to them. Leaning close she whispered in my ear. “Cute as he is, Caitlyn. You need to flirt with more than him to win this contest.”
“No problem,” I assured her, scanning the crowd.
“You have an hour before the contest. There’s a bunch of guys back at the pool tables, let’s start there.”
She waved at Rick and we headed to the back of the room where a group of college looking guys surrounded one table, and a few bikers surrounded the other.
Lillian put a coin on one table and Julie a coin on the other. Which ever came up first, we’d play on.
We leaned against the waist high rail that portioned off the pool tables from the rest of the bar. From there we let guys at both tables watch us, as we watched them play.
The human mating ritual had begun.
Soon a college boy approached Lillian and she stood regally while he tried to chat her up. If she gave Julie the signal Julie would chase him away, but one of the best things about going out with them was that they did their best not to exclude me by being too much of couple.
The waitress came over and handed us three more shots of tequila.
“From Rick,” she said.
I smiled and waved at him, Julie slipped her a five-dollar bill. “Thanks, but tell him no more for a while ok?”
The waitress smiled and eased away.
Lillian looked at the shot and shook her head, still talking to the clean-cut college boy. When she mimed her hands on the steering wheel Julie and I grinned at each other. Oh, boy. Trouble was brewing.
Sure enough, as soon as we’d downed those shots, two more appeared. This time in the hands of one of the biker guys.
“You girls look like you’re out to have a good time. I thought you might need a hand.”
I gave him a small smile and looked him over while he made eyes at Julie. He wasn’t bad looking. A bit older, maybe in his early thirties. Dark hair and a bit of a beard. The scar that cut across his eyebrow gave him a dangerous look, but the way he looked at Julie was actually sorta sweet.
Go figure.
“We are . . . and we always like a guy who knows how to party.”
He introduced himself as Mark and gestured to the shots he’d placed on the partition’s top rail. Jules reached for a shot, handed one to me, and we all tossed them back. I shifted away from them a bit and watched the pool game some more, while Julie flirted with him.
Normally I had a pretty strong resistance to alcohol, but tequila was the one thing that knocked me for a loop every time. I’ve heard people say it’s more of a high than a drunk, maybe that was why. I didn’t know, and I didn’t care, because right then I welcomed the floating feeling that was edging its way into my head.
As I watched, my eyes kept straying to one guy in particular. Tall, slim, with dirty blonde curls. He’d look almost angelic if it weren’t for the wicked tattoo on his neck. The mix of leather and denim he wore took a bit away from the saintly look too. But it did increase his sex appeal.
He threw back his head and laughed at something one of the others said, and I noticed that while he wasn’t gorgeous, there was something about him that was very attention grabbing. He must’ve sensed my staring, because he turned his head and our gazes locked. A fission of arousal zipped through me, straight to my sex.
He closed one eye in a slow lazy wink and my breath caught in my throat. An arm wrapped around my waist, distracting me, and I was pulled close to a warm soft body.
“We’re here because Caitlyn here is going to win the wet t-shirt contest,” Julie was telling Mark.
Mark’s eyes slid over me and I fought the urge to stick out my newly developed cleavage.
“I am. You’ll cheer for me, right?” Sticking out my bottom lip in an exaggerated pout, I placed a hand on his arm. The universal move of a woman flirting, the casual touch.
“We’ll all cheer for you, pretty girl.” He waved his hand at the group behind him.
“Cheer for you? What are we cheering for?” The sexy blond stepped up beside Mark, his lips lifted in a lazy smile.
“Girls, this is my buddy Karl.”
Karl’s chocolate colored eyes roamed my body. My nipples puckered in reaction, and I forgot about the contest. He reminded me of a lion. The blonde curls the lazy sensuous aura; very laid-back and mellow. But in his eyes . . . in his eyes I could see an intensity that didn’t show in his body language. An intensity that reached down between my legs and stroked my pussy.
A sharp elbow nudged my ribs and I started.
“Oh! I’m going to enter the wet t-shirt contest,” I told him. “Since the winner is picked by crowd reaction, I need as many of you to cheer for me as possible so I can win.
He stepped closer, between me and the others. With his back to them, he cut us off and built a sense of privacy. “You’re going to have to put on a bit of show.”
“I plan to.”
His smile changed from lazy to downright amused. “Ohh, the little kitten has some claws.”
“Kitten?”
“Yeah, you look like a kitten to me. You know, one that will purr real nice when petted properly.”
Cheesy as his line was, I felt it. The fire hidden behind the playful spark in his gaze said this guy knew how to make a girl purr, maybe even scream.
But he didn’t need to know I felt it.
“You think you can make me purr?” I turned away from him slightly, scanning the room. Making it clear I was checking out the other men in the club.
Hot breath brushed against my ear. “I know I can,” he whispered.
And walked away.
Well, crap. I’d wanted to intrigue him, not dismiss him. What was it about me that made men turn me on then walk away?

BOUND was my first single title novel written. It was released by Berkley in July 2006, and remains a reader favorite. Finding copies of it in print is hard, but it’s recently been made available in electronic format. :)

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AT this time next week I’ll be making my way to the ship for 9 days of wicked fun, intense research, and even some writing with pal Delilah Devlin. Yep, we’re going on an Eastern Carebbean cruise. Nice warm ports, here I come.

Delilah and I get along great, we both like to work hard and play hard. Which means we’ll get some work done, and reward ourselves with play. Lots to play with on a cruise ship.

A friend of mine also works on the ship. He’s an iceskater, (yes, this ship has an ice rink on it) and he said he’ll have lots of free time so he’s gonna show us around, and be our guide when he can. When he can;t- no worries. We can explore on our own. We’re good at that.

Yes, One more week…then Im gone until CHristmas. YAY!!
ANyway, cuz i’m in such a good mood JHere’s a one day giveaway. Leave a comment and be entered to win a signed copy of PRIMAL MALE.

The sequel to SEXY DEVIL has arrived!

Surrender to your wildest instincts…

PRIMAL POWER
An empath with the ability to sense others’ emotions, Drake Wheeler has survived by keeping his own feelings shut off from the world. But nothing has prepared him for the sudden smoldering need that overtakes him in the presence of pureblood shape shifter Melissa Montrose. Even more surprising—he can’t sense anything around the sultry bookstore owner…except for his fierce urge to take her here, now, over and over again…

PRIMAL HEAT
Melissa has lived her life in a small town, hiding her family’s mysterious birthright. A fling with the sexy tourist who wanders into her bookstore seems like a delicious, temporary diversion, until Drake touches her in exactly the way she craves, teasing and tempting every inch of her body into explosive ecstasy. Drake’s obviously a man with secrets, but Melissa’s got a few of her own, and she’s going to show him just how wild and raw pure, primitive desire can be…

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