Today is the day!

My very first Book Launch Party!

AUDREY’S BOOKS here in Edmonton is holding a book launch party for me tonight at 7:30! It’s my first and I feel a bit like a virgin.:oops:

There will be drinks, and me chatting about my book, and then a book signing where Hopefully everyone will want to buy my book!! 😆

Also what I thought was very cool, is that Audrey’s has it under EVENTS on their website, and it says that if people can’t make the party, they’ll reserve signed copies for them. Isn’t that nice??

So, in honor of my booksigning, here’s a steamy excerpt from BOUND

I must’ve dozed off because I woke up to the buzzer of my door sounding.
I pressed the button and asked, “Who is it?”
“Me.”
Just that. One word. And I knew who it was.
I pressed the door lock release to let Joe in, and stepped to the side to look in the mirror. Ugh! I did not look my best. A vivid red crease ran across my check from the pillow I’d been sleeping on, my hair was mussed, and my eyes were sort of glittering with excitement.
“Oh please woman. He’s just a man, and you just want an orgasm. It’s nothing special at all.”
There was light knock on my door and it slid open.
“Hey,” I greeted him.
“Hey.”
He closed the door behind him and twisted the lock. He’d changed after work and was dressed in jeans and a navy fitted t-shirt. He tossed the leather jacket he was carrying on the chair by the door, and stepped up close to me.
“You need some attention, don’t you?” He stroked a thumb across the crease on my cheek. His intense eyes skimmed over my features and down my body, heating me wherever they touched.
“You could say that.”
His hand crept from my cheek to the back of my head. Long fingers massaged my scalp for a minute then tightened, pulling my hair briefly before loosening up. Everything inside of me softened, and a small sigh escaped. I pressed against his hand. It had felt good and I wanted more. His fingers moved again, tilting my head back to give his lips easy access to my neck.
“My little slut is in need of attention because I’ve been too busy to take care of her properly.” The crude words were spoken almost lovingly as his teeth nipped at my ear. His hand tightened again, and he pulled my head back smartly.
My knees went weak and I could feel myself fading into a puddle of eager flesh, his for the taking.
“Yes, I am.” The words were barely above a whisper.
What happened to the woman that was pissed off?
Who knew? Who cared?
His other hand slid around my waist and he pulled my body tight to his and everything faded away except the way I felt in that moment.
“You are what?”
“Horny . . .and yours.”
“That’s my girl,” he stroked his hand down my back. Then he gripped my waist and spun me around. He lips worked on my neck, his hands roved freely over my front. He pulled me tight, my back to his chest, my butt cradling the hardness of his erection through our clothes. He cupped my breasts in both hands, lifting them, squeezing them, tweaking the nipples. A shiver whipped through me and I sighed, arching into his hands.
Rusty chuckles vibrated against my skin and he focused on my nipple. He wrapped a thumb and forefinger around each one and squeezed.
“Ooh,” I cooed.
Joe steadily increased the pressure, coaching more passion sounds from me, and sending needles of lust through my body and straight to my sex.
He squeezed a bit too hard and the pain out did the pleasure causing me to squeal a bit and jerk back. He immediately let go, hands frozen above my breasts, and whispered in my ear.
“Too much?”
Aware of the flood of cream that now soaked my panties, I shook my head and whispered, “I’m okay.”
His hands covered my breasts and cradled them for a brief minute before traveling over my ribs to slide under the edge of my t-shirt. I leaned back against him, pressing my hips against his hardness, rubbing against him. A small moan eased from my lips. It felt so good to have his hands on me again.
Nothing else in the world mattered when he was working his magic. The building could go up in flames and I’d think the heat was coming from his touch.
“You are primed aren’t you?” He whispered, nipping at the sensitive flesh between my neck and my shoulder. One hot hand slid up my ribcage to cup a naked breast while the other went under the elastic waist of my cotton shorts and searched between my thighs. “Oh yeah, you’re so wet already.
He pulled his hands away and pushed me forward. “Step up.”
He guided me toward the sofa, stopping only when my hips were pressed against the back of it. With a firm hand he pressed me forward, until my hands were braced on the cushions below.
“Stay.”
Joe stripped off my shorts and panties and planted my feet wide apart.
“I’m gonna take care of my little slut so she isn’t so bitchy anymore.” His hands ran over my naked legs. Up over one calf, to tickle the back of my knee.
“Ohh,” I gasped and locked my knees.
Hot breath float over the sensitive skin a brief second before his lips touched down. He kissed me there, his lips moving, lightly sucking and then a sharp nip with is teeth before he moved up my thigh.
“Oh God,” I mumbled, biting my lip.
His breath was floating over the soft skin of my inner thigh and I trembled, waiting for the magic of those lips to touch me again. Fingers dug in as he kneaded my butt cheeks, lifting me and pressing me into the sofa more. I stretched up, only my toes touching the floor.
“Open up for me, baby.” His words landed on my ears a second before his tongue snaked between my swollen pussy lips. I whimpered and tried to push back. His light touch was teasing, and I wanted so much more.
“Please, Joe,” I begged.
For a reply his hands shifted, and he spread my lips crudely with his thumbs. I heard him inhale deeply, and then his tongue was on me. Firm and agile, he licked the length of my slit and circled my clit. I squirmed some more, and he thrust his tongue inside me. It didn’t go deep, but the stabbing motion hit the right spot. Soon a finger replaced his tongue, and his tongue swept back to my clit.
My sighs and whimpers filled the room as he ate at my pussy. His finger thrust deep and wiggled around inside me, his tongue circled my clit and his hot breath warmed my core completely.
A light pressure started to tease around my asshole and I pushed back. “Yes,” I hissed. Surprised at the arousing tingles sweeping over me.
“Such a dirty girl,” Joe whispered, pulling his mouth away. He shifted a bit and a firm finger landed on my clit. My hips jerked and another finger slid into my rear entrance.
“Oh!” I froze.
He frigged my clit faster and wiggled the finger in my ass.
“Oh, Oh! I’m going to come.”
My toes curled and my body jerked as pleasure exploded in my sex and spread outward. Before I could come down to earth again hands latched onto my hips and Joe thrust his cock into my still spasming cunt.
“Ohh God, you feel so good,” he chanted as he pumped into me fast and hard.
The wet sounds of belly slapping ass mingled with my moans as my feet came off the floor and I leaned further forward on the sofa.
“Oh yeah,” he muttered. His hands gripped my suspended legs and slid down to my ankles. He bent them back so my feet touched my ass and my knees spread wide, and slammed his cock home.
My body slid forward, my elbows now on the sofa cushions. The angle was perfect. Joe’s cock hit the magic spot inside me with every thrust, over and over. With every thrust my body shifted forward a bit more and my clit brushed the coarse material of the sofa. A scream leapt from my lips and I shoved my face against the cushions as another orgasm ripped through me. My body shook and my insides clutched hungrily at Joe, setting him off. He grunted, his hips grinding against me as hot come spurted inside me.
I lay in that awkward position for a few minutes, struggling to catch my breath. Joe curled over me, his chest to my back, his arms sneaking under my torso and cuddling me close.
Too soon he was pulling back.
Instead of standing again I just pulled my body over the sofa and curled up with a pillow. My body was sated, and my brain was dead. I watched Joe as he did up his pants and walked around the sofa.
He knelt by the couch, his eyes shuttered, his expression unreadable.
“Don’t be scared to talk to me. To tell me what you need, ok?” One hand reached out and he gently brushed aside a lock of my hair.
I couldn’t suppress a smile. “You don’t exactly come off as approachable you know?”
His lips twitched. “I know. That’s why I’m telling you this.”
I nodded. “Okay. But I warn you now, I think you’ve truly turned me into a sex maniac.”
That made him smile for real, and it lit up his face. God, he was gorgeous.
“I’m strangely okay with that.” He gave a small laugh then leaned forward and kissed me softly before leaving.