Sep 14, 2016 | Bloghop
It’s #WIPWednesday, and I’ve got more from my latest release ‘Early Sins’ the prequel for ‘Lethal Sin‘. I’m so excited to share this week because the book is LIVE and free on Kindle Unlimited (or $2.99 on Amazon)! Click here to buy: Early Sins (amazon)! In today’s snippet Camille may know how to kick ass and kill with the best of them, but she’s about to learn there’s still more for Smith to teach her, and Smith? Well, he’s opening up in ways he never thought he would with this feisty blonde killer.
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Tucking her against his side he finished tapping out the text to Lacroix. Just an address and a room number, and then he locked the phone. “So, first test, what’s his number?”
“Lacroix’s?
“Yes.”
“Two, oh, three… seven -” With a grumble she tried to remember the way the phone had looked when it had been ringing, the number broadcast across the screen, but she came up blank. “Shit.”
“It’s alright, you’ll get better.” Smith chuckled softly, his fingers tracing patterns on her arm. “There hasn’t been a thing yet you haven’t been able to master.”
“Yeah, two years with you and I realize I don’t even know who to call if I get into a mess.”
“…ghostbusters?” There was a moment where he tried to stifle the laugh but soon she felt him shaking next to her and when she turned towards him he let it go, and the laughter only grew stronger until she caught it too. His laughter was loud and free, and it lifted all of the darkness from her like the sun breaking through clouds. She shoved him, trying to halt her laughter, but then strong arms lifted her and she straddled his hips, still laughing even when he kissed her, hugging her tight against his hard chest.
“You are such an asshole,” she muttered.
“Hey, that’s a good movie.” Smith pressed another light kiss to her lips. “What do you think? Forget the fancy dinner I had planned and do room service and a movie?”
“I don’t think they have Ghostbusters on pay-per-view anymore.”
“I’ll pay the concierge to go find us a copy.” He tugged her closer to him. “And a DVD player.”
“Throwing around money like it’s no big deal, now?” Despite her best efforts to scowl, her smile bled through and he grinned right back at her.
“For you, C? Anything.”
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Oh my goodddddd, he just makes me swoon. Also, I have to tell you that when I wrote this scene I actually busted out laughing when I thought of his come back about Ghostbusters. Ahhhh, I am such a nerd. Anyway, don’t forget to grab your copy of Early Sins, and enjoy! While you’re waiting for that to download, check out these other snippets below.
Sep 10, 2016 | Bloghop |
It’s #SatSpanks, and I’ve got more from my upcoming release ‘Early Sins’ the prequel for ‘Lethal Sin‘. I premiered the cover already, so make sure to check it out! I’m so excited to share this week because the book is LIVE and only 99 cents for the next few days! Click here to buy: Early Sins (amazon)! Today we’ve got Smith and Camille in the shower after they’ve had a little fun, and their newfound sexual relationship is one that both of them seem to be taking great enjoyment in, and Smith’s possessiveness is already showing up.
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He pressed her back against the wall of the shower, both of them slippery now, but he needed to claim her mouth again. Needed to taste her, to know she was real, and safe, and whole. When he finally let her go again she was smiling and breathless, looking up at him with the most incredible blue eyes.
He grinned down at her. “You really shouldn’t have such a foul mouth.”
“You’ve got to give that shit up, Smith. It’s never going away.”
“That’s alright, I think I’m growing to like it.” He squeezed her ass and then flipped her around, holding her against the wall with one arm across her shoulders. She tensed against him, and he waited to see if she actually didn’t like it or not, and then he felt her laughing quietly. “What?”
“You know, I was just about to kick your ankle out from under you, and then I realized we’d both go down, and that would hurt like fuck.”
He chuckled. “You’re right, so maybe you should stay exactly where I put you so I can wash you.”
“Now you’re bathing me?”
“It’s an excuse to touch you, let me use it.” Camille wiggled her ass again and he smacked it. “I think you’re doing that on purpose.”
“It’s kinda hot.”
“I think so too.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and then grabbed the soap to gather suds. Over the next twenty minutes or so he made sure every single inch of her was clean. Strangely, his favorite part was when she leaned back against him as he massaged her scalp, working the shampoo through her long hair.
So simple. So intimate. Mine.
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He is so freaking sexy, I can’t handle it. The best part is that this is only scratching the surface of the hotness in the full book! It takes them a bit to get there, but at almost 100k words, there’s still plenty of hotness I don’t even have room for. Grab your copy now: Early Sins!
Sep 7, 2016 | Bloghop |
It’s #WIPWednesday, and I’ve got more from my upcoming release ‘Early Sins’ the prequel for ‘Lethal Sin‘. I premiered the cover already, so make sure to check it out! I’m so excited to share this week because we are getting so close to launch day! The book comes out THIS WEEKEND! In this scene Smith and Camille are back in the hotel and have woken up after their exciting night at the gala. They just climbed into the shower to clean up, aaaand neither of them can keep their hands to themselves.
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“Like the view?” She peeked at him over her shoulder, and he spanked her, but she didn’t even flinch. Camille actually planted her hands on the wall and thrust her ass out further.
“Did you like that?” He asked and ran his hands around to her front, teasing her nipples until they grew hard against his fingertips.
“Yes…” she purred, bowing her back to press her breasts more firmly into his hands.
Mine.
The possessiveness he’d felt the night before when he’d seen that rich bastard flirting with her surged again, and he knew that now that he’d had her – there was no way he could let her go. Her age, her history, her steel inner core that made her impossibly stubborn and incredibly powerful, it was all just more of her, and he couldn’t get enough. “Have I mentioned that you’re perfect?” he spoke softly against her neck and he felt the shiver go through her.
“Once or twice since last night, but I’m far from fucking perfect.”
“We’ll work on your mouth.” He tried to sound stern, but it only worked because she couldn’t see the grin on his face.
“I can get on my knees again and you can work on my mouth all you want.”
There was no stifling his groan as he slid one hand down her belly between her legs, and when he swiped a finger between her thighs he found her soaking wet. “Do you want me?” he asked, and she shifted her weight from leg to leg, making her hips wiggle enticingly as he stroked her clit.
“Yes, Smith…” she whined and he chuckled.
“Alright, bend forward a little more.” His eyes roamed her curves, the random blossoming bruises that he’d likely put there, but they weren’t ugly, just testaments to her strength. Just another part of her beauty. C shifted forward and then he adjusted her hips and moved behind her. With all of the water it would have been difficult to enter her smoothly if she hadn’t been so wet, but with one thrust he was buried deep. Hot. Tight. Mine. They both groaned and she pressed back against him, so perfect, and he knew he was lost already. Her talented mouth, combined with too many years with absolutely no one, there was no way he’d have any control.
“Fuck…” Camille tightened down on him and rocked her hips forward and he growled and spanked her lightly.
“Be still and come for me.” Keeping himself still inside her he slipped his hand over her hip and brushed over her clit, when she jumped she gripped him again and he hissed air through his teeth. “Stay still.”
“I don’t know how the fuck you expect me to do that.”
“Because I asked you to.”
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Oh my god, I just adore him. He’s letting out his alpha male side in more than just a sparring match now, and Camille is definitely liking it. Rawr! Keep checking back for more great snippets as we countdown to release day, lovelies! Hint, hint, it might be on sale for a limited time when it comes out! ^_^
Sep 3, 2016 | Bloghop |
It’s #SatSpanks and I’ve got more from my upcoming release ‘Early Sins’ the prequel for ‘Lethal Sin‘. I premiered the cover already, so make sure to check it out! I’m so excited about this snippet (a continuation from last Saturday and Wednesday) that I’m going to let you get to it fast, just remember that Smith and Camille were at the benefit gala putting up with all the rich elite of the city, and then they stepped into the hall and things got feisty and then really hot and heavy. Now they’re tucked away in a meeting room, and they just had a lot of fun.
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“That was… fuck,” she whispered as his weight settled over her.
A soft laugh rumbled from him as he pressed kisses across her shoulder, trailing them up her neck until he found her lips again. Soft, nipping kisses that sent her thoughts whirling away from her like ash on the wind. “You are incredible,” Smith spoke against her mouth before picking up the kisses again, and then she parted her lips and their tongues met once more.
Slowly he lifted himself up from her, jade eyes meeting hers and for a moment she couldn’t believe it had happened. Finally. When he kissed her once more and stood completely, slipping from her and starting to tuck himself away, she just watched him. It felt like if she took her eyes off of him it would all disappear, and she’d wake up, with them in separate beds, wondering why she tortured herself as she sawed her wet thighs together.
“Come on, beautiful. Up.” He took her hand and tugged her off the table, her balance wavering in the heels again as her soaked thighs quivered. A crease formed between his brows and he moved closer to her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before he cupped her cheek. “Be honest with me, are you okay?”
“I was about to ask you the same thing.” She grinned and he rolled his eyes above her. “Sure you don’t need to cuddle or something?” Turning around she reached across the table to grab the gun and he brought his hand down in a stinging spank across her ass. She stood up straight, shocked, to find him grinning at her.
“Don’t think that I’m going to start going easy on you.”
“Did I ask you to go easy on me?”
“No, C. You never have.” He sighed as she pulled the dress up to slide the gun home in her holster, smiling as she realized the holster was damp. “Ready to face these rich imbeciles one more time?”
Camille whined, groaning under her breath. “You’re kidding right? I’m not even wearing underwear.”
“I know you’re not, I have them in my pocket.”
“You’re fucking with me.”
Smith finished tugging his jacket on and then he stepped close, leaning down to run his lips along her jaw before he stood up just enough to meet her eyes. “I absolutely have your underwear in my pocket, and as entertaining as it would be to have you sit at that fancy dinner soaking wet, slowly forming a puddle under you in one of their elegant chairs…”
She swallowed slowly, her pussy clenching tight as the low growl in his voice rumbled close to her lips.
“I’d much rather go back to the hotel,” he whispered.
“For what?”
His smile was slow as he held her chin in place. “Round two.”
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Has he been worth the wait, lovelies? I think he has! Their relationship has been a slow burn up to this point, but now the fire is out and there’s no stopping them! The book is off with my editor and should be available soon!
Aug 31, 2016 | Bloghop |
It’s #WIPWednesday, and I’ve got more from my upcoming release ‘Early Sins’ the prequel for ‘Lethal Sin‘. I premiered the cover already, so make sure to check it out! I’m so excited about this snippet (a continuation from Saturday) that I’m going to let you get to it fast, just remember that Smith and Camille were at the benefit gala putting up with all the rich elite of the city, and Camille was blending in well. Then, Smith pulled her into the hallway and kissed her. After a brief argument, there’s no more waiting for these two…
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“Come on.” He flashed a wicked smile, grabbing her hand to pull her with him around a bend at the back of the hallway.
“Do you have any idea where you’re going?” she asked, her shock making laughter hover at the edge of her voice.
“Sort of, I’ve been here exactly once before.” He pulled her down a hallway that she would have walked right past had he not turned them.
“And?”
“And it was for a job, so I did review the plans just in case…” his voice faded as he walked them down the narrow hall, and then he stopped at a door. When he tested the lever handle it didn’t budge, but he smiled at her and simultaneously shoved the handle down while slamming his shoulder against the door. There was a cracking sound and then the door opened.
It was a small meeting room, complete with leather chairs gathered around a long table.
He flipped the light on and tugged her inside, shoving the door closed behind him, jamming it back into the frame. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen that predator’s gleam in Smith’s eyes, but it usually only appeared when they were in the middle of a fight, circling each other, and he was looking for an opening. Now he was focused on her in a very different way, and part of her was tempted to run just so he could chase her. Catch her. Take her.
A better version of that morning’s spontaneous session.
“Last chance, Camille.”
“For?”
“To take this all back.” His voice was lower, rougher, but she just smiled.
“Don’t worry, Smith. I’ll be gentle with you.”
He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, pressing her back against the door with his hard body. Every inch of him was muscle, and she knew that too well from years of being this close for very different reasons. “To be honest, Camille, I don’t know how gentle I can be.”
“Did I ask you to be gentle?” She shoved at his ribs, and he growled low in response, his grip at her waist tightening.
“No. You did not.” With a flash of movement that she almost blocked on instinct he fisted her hair and craned her neck back, those jade eyes looking down at her with all the intensity he usually had when he had a gun in his hand. “You will tell me to stop if you want me -”
“Would you shut up already and kiss me?”
“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered and then he tightened his grip in her hair sending electric tendrils looping down her spine just before his lips met hers with the kind of fierce abandon he’d first shown in the hall. He turned them around and forced her backwards towards the table, only breaking the kiss when he had to kick a chair out of the way. Lifting her effortlessly, he laid her out and let out a low groan as he traced his hands down her curves, still hidden under the dress.
She was mesmerized, tongue-tied as he leaned forward and started to press kisses to her waist, her belly, her hips. The fabric was an infuriating barrier. She wanted his skin on hers, wanted him on top of her, inside her. Wanted to make this real before he panicked again and scattered this moment to the wind. “Smith, would you fucking -”
“You and your mouth…” he growled, swatting her side with a stinging spank.
“Let me up and I’ll show you exactly what my mouth can do.” Camille propped herself up on her elbows, meeting his eyes. The intense look on his face made a wicked smile spread across her mouth and she deliberately traced her bottom lip with her tongue – he just chuckled.
“Oh no, C, me first.” He yanked her to the edge of the table forcing her flat, and then shoved her dress up. The crisp sound of a knife opening made her sit up again, and she watched as he swiftly cut the sides of her underwear in two smooth slices, the blade never brushing her skin. Smith tucked the knife away somewhere, pulled off his jacket to toss it onto a chair, and then he raised an eyebrow at her as he slid her gun from the holster. The metal trailed up her inner thigh before he raised it up. “Mind putting this somewhere? It’s in my way.”
“Sure,” she said on a breathless whisper, taking the gun from him to lay it on the table beside her.
Smith grinned as he crouched down between her spread thighs. “Do try to be quiet, I’d hate to have to kill someone for interrupting.”
Camille swallowed, her breath growing short as he stared at her for a moment, and just as she was about to make some snide comment he leaned forward and traced his tongue slowly up her slit. “Fuck,” she hissed.
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Oh, there’s more to this scene lovelies! Make sure you come back on Saturday for #SatSpanks!
Aug 27, 2016 | Bloghop |
It’s #SatSpanks again, and I’ve got more from my upcoming release ‘Early Sins’ the prequel for ‘Lethal Sin‘. I premiered the cover already, so make sure to check it out! I’m so excited about this snippet that I’m going to let you get to it fast, just remember that Smith and Camille were at the benefit gala putting up with all the rich elite of the city, and Camille was blending in well. Then, well, Smith had other ideas…
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Smith’s grip on her hand was bordering painful as they hurried towards the darker end of the hall, and she could see that the large wooden doors at the end were shut, and they did not seem like the kind of doors that would be unlocked. Suddenly he pulled them to a stop and dragged her into a rounded alcove where a small bench was tucked.
“C…” With a tug on her hand he pulled her forward and pressed her back against the wall, his body close to hers. His hands brushed her cheeks, his expression reverent, holding her in place as his eyes danced over her face – and then he kissed her.
It wasn’t soft and gentle, but hungry, powerful. Raw with need.
He nipped her bottom lip and let out a growl against her mouth as he delved his tongue inside and they clashed, her hands gripping the front of his tux to pull him more firmly against her. He tasted like whiskey, sweet and warm, and she dove into the kiss with everything she had. One of his hands slid into her hair, tightening to tilt her head back so he could control it and she moaned against his lips as lightning took up residence in her spine. Everything tingled, and she couldn’t tell if it was the haze of alcohol building in her bloodstream from those last two hasty drinks, or if Smith was seriously just that good of a kisser. When he suddenly leaned down and scooped her off the floor, his strong hands behind her thighs, she decided on the latter.
Camille wrapped her legs around his waist, and although it meant that she was digging her gun into his ribs, he didn’t seem to mind. Fuck, he could kiss. He devoured her as he pressed her back against the wall, freeing one hand to glide up the bare skin of her thigh, and she rocked her hips, encouraging him, moaning softly against his lips. The hard press of his cock through his pants was impossible to ignore, and more than anything she wanted him.
Please don’t be a fucking dream.
As if he could hear her thoughts, the kiss broke and he pulled back a fraction of an inch, their harried breaths mingling between them, his jade eyes intense on hers, and she heard the low growl in his chest just before he kissed her again, harder than before. Urgently, like he was afraid she might disappear before he could memorize her – as if he were worried it was a dream too. His fist tightened in her hair, and it sent sparks down her back to join the storm growing inside her, forming a warm, tight ball of electricity low in her belly.
When he broke the kiss again they were both gasping, and he groaned, dropping his forehead against her shoulder. She could feel his heart pounding almost in time with hers, his shirt and jacket brushing against her chest. With a delicate touch she ran her hands tentatively up his arms until she could brush them into his hair, fine strands tickled her hands before she tugged him away from her so she could see his face.
He looked like he was in pain, his jade eyes vibrant and the most out of control she’d ever seen him. His was voice rough when he finally spoke, “You are so perfect, C. You are so unbelievably beautiful, and strong, and smart, and – God dammit.” With a sharp movement he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her away from him so that she had no option but to release him and plant her treacherous heels onto the tile again. When he tried to move away she grabbed onto his jacket and yanked him towards her.
No. Not again.
“Smith –” she said his name fast before pushing her hands into his hair to pull him down to her lips, and they stumbled backward until she was against the wall again. The kiss was all urgency on her part, and he met her with the same desperate intensity. There was an unmistakable hunger in it, a heat that was the delicate precision of fireworks and an out of control forest fire at the same time – and she was sure she was about to get burned, but she couldn’t stop it. Didn’t want to stop it. This was Smith.
Her savior. Her teacher. Her gun-toting angel of death.
It was a moment more before his hands landed on her again, but it seemed he couldn’t resist the pull either. One hand pressing in at her waist to pin her to the wall, the other sliding up her side until he held the base of her neck and suddenly she was pressed completely against him once more, the hardness against her lower belly unmistakable.
Just fuck me. Don’t think and fuck me.
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Anyone else need a fan? Just me? Holy shit. These next few blog hops are going to be HOT so don’t miss #WIPWednesday! Hopefully I finish this damn book soon, because Smith and Camille are too distracting, and I want to get it into all of your hands ASAP!
