Nicole Morgan has written several books for Siren Bookstrand including her Sweet Awakenings series and Sudden Devotion. Today she stops by to talk about her newest release for Total-E-Bound Publishing.
Beck and Call is a sizzling erotic contemporary novella. Here’s an excerpt:
All Jenny wanted was to run her resort hotel without the constant interference from her boss. All Beck wanted, was her.
Jenny Somers is the General Manager at a resort hotel in the beautiful Caribbean. She loves her job, but she hates her boss. Constantly cutting corners to meet budget constraints she finds herself doing handyman work just to keep the hotel running.
Beck is a drifter who comes to Jenny’s rescue during a plumbing emergency at the hotel. He is arrogant, cocky and absolutely everything that Jenny despises in a man of his type.
Together Jenny and Beck find out just how real the term “opposites attract” is, and along the way find something they weren’t quite expecting along the way.
He was watching her. She could tell he liked it. She noticed a small bead of sweat on his forehead that she would lick off if he was close enough. He was holding her thighs apart and hadn’t deviated from his rhythm for several minutes when she felt him do just that. His pace slowed and he released one of her thighs from his strong hold. She was disappointed. What he was doing had felt so good. She didn’t want him to stop. Not for a second. He slid his hand up towards hers in what she thought was going to be a playful massage of her breast, but instead he surprised her when he pulled her hand away.
“Beck? What are you doing?”
She asked the question, but if she had waited the answer would have been clear. He took her hand down to where their bodies were connected and placed it on her saturated clit.
“Rub yourself, Jennifer. Touch yourself. Let me watch you.”
His voice. Again, his voice sounded deep and hypnotizing. Was there anything he could ask of her she would not do? Without hesitation she spread her lips further apart with her index and ring finger. Her eyes were locked on his as she flicked her middle finger across her swollen clit.
She gasped. The sensation was more than she’d expected. Something flashed in his eyes and his jaw clenched. She loved knowing she was driving him crazy. Wanting to make him just as hot as he did her, she continued to play with herself as he watched. He was still buried deep inside her and the feel of being so completely filled while touching and teasing her sensitized nub was like nothing she’d ever experienced before.
“Taste yourself, Jennifer.”
Her eyes widened at his demand. Taste myself? She had never done anything like that before. How could she… As quickly as she’d asked the question she realized the choice was no longer hers. Beck pulled her hand away and raised it to her mouth.
“Suck your fingers, sugar. Lick all your juices off for me while I watch.”
Oh my God! She couldn’t possibly. Hesitation washed over her when her scent tickled her nose and her taste hit her tongue. She liked it? She wanted to question how it was possible, but instead found her lips closing over her fingertips. Unconscious moans escaped from her as she did exactly as Beck told her to, licking and sucking on her fingers.
I am a writer of erotic romantic novels, which put strong emphasis on the characters emotions while also throwing in some spicy and really hot love scenes.
I want my writing to inspire you, the reader, and open your heart to feel the same things the characters are going through.
While still trying to stay true to my style, I am finding my writing is evolving. Wanting to take on new and unchartered terroritory, at least for me anyway. There are many areas of erotica out there that I haven’t had a chance to really delve into and am anxiously looking forward to doingjust that.
Find out more about Nicole and her books at the following links:
Since this is the first guest blog, I thought that I would start out by welcoming everyone who reads this and to give a great big thanks to Tammy Maggy for the invitation. I hope that you’ll find there are no judgments, no recriminations and certainly no bigotry, in anything I write. This is just a little space to say what’s on my mind. Not ranting and raving (it gives me a headache) but hopefully just common sense stuff so be kind, be patient and have (I hope you have) a good laugh with it.
I was so proud and excited as I watched my first book climb the BookStrand best sellers list. Sienna’s Submission had been in my head for quite some time but I was a little nervous about putting in out there. Getting in onto the computer wasn’t half as hard as actually sending it in to a publisher. The fear of rejection was what had stopped me from doing it. It wasn’t until a really good friend of mine read it and told me either I sent it in, or he would so after contemplating whether to just kick his ass or send the manuscript in I thought, what the hell. And I will forever be in his debt for giving me that extra boot in the ass.
Living in Canada I wanted to write from a uniquely Canadian perspective. Although we have so much in common with our neighbours to the south of us as well as England andAustralia, Canada is unique in both it landscapes and its people. I love writing about small towns and how the people react to ‘out of the norm’ situations. Having lived both in small towns and large cities, one would think that the larger the city, the more diversified the culture, the more tolerance you’s see. But I have found just the opposite. Maybe it was how I was raised or the people I grew up with but generally it was a live and let live culture. My parents (both gone now) were probable the two most influential people in my life. I was raised by parents who were very outspoken and involved in our community. Me, I’m got the outspoken gene, my middle brother got the community involvement gene and unfortunately, my older brother got the ‘you do really stupid things to get your ass sent to jail’ gene.
Yup, being the youngest of the three was pretty sweet. I could watch my two older brother’s get in shit for things; then figure out a way to do the same thing and not get caught…lol!!! Being the only girl, however, was not so sweet. I had three very overprotective males (my dad and two brothers) to deal with; plus all my brothers’ friends who watched my every move. So I learned as a teenager how to outsmart most males and as I got older I just got better at it. My dad was a firefighter, and in our small town, all the firefighters and cops hung out together so getting into trouble was really difficult for me to do. Not that I didn’t try, but somehow there was always someone who called my dad when I was about to do something fun and suddenly my dad was there or my brothers and his friends were there just trying the suck the fun out of everything. But I do have to admit to having a special place in my heart for all firefighters and law enforcement officers. There’s just something about the type of man that wears that uniform.
Our parents raised us to judge people by their actions and to always give our trust until it was broken. It doesn’t work for everyone but so far it’s worked pretty well for me.
So I give my trust to my readers. Enjoy life and next time you’re on a bus or train or even just sitting in a park, if you can, turn to the person beside you and say hi and ask them how their day’s going. One way to stop violence, bigotry and just all round hatred is to get to know the person beside you. Introduce yourself to the people in your neck of the woods. Someone might just surprise you and become a good friend!!
Those of you that have read Sienna’s Submission; I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. My next book in the Men of Kinsey series comes out in February, 2012. It’s Ryder, Sam and Dan’s story. I’ve had a lot of people ask me if I was going to write about them. For some reason Ryder grabbed the hearts and a few other place…lol, of people.
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I’m very happy to welcome Siren author May Water to Behind Closed Doors. She’s agreed to give us a bit of insight into increasing a woman’s libido.
“At times we may step off our path in life and forget our true passions. It’s never too late to get back on that path. I believe we can release the romance and hope that lives in each and every one of us. Find the courage to explore not only this universe, but all of the others we may not even fathom. Happiness IS attainable for all. Simply ask, believe, receive. And pump it up with a whole lotta love…”—May Water
I thought that whipping out a quick blog about increasing a women’s libido would be easy. Libido is something I do not presently lack which is why I picked the topic. I figured it would be easy. Yet once I sat down to write, I stared at a blank page.
This troubled me. I can whip out a book no problem. Why can’t I whip out a simple blog? Then I laughed out loud. The problem was clear as day once I thought about it. There is no simple solution to increasing a woman’s libido, because women are not simple creatures. They are far too complex and multidimensional to be placated with a simple cookie cutter how to that would apply to all. After all, I should know. I tried many things before I found what worked for me. There are SO many different types of advice out there.
So, I decided to quite literally open my legs, and my own experience, and simply explain how I got MY libido back on track when it derailed several years ago. Well here goes…And remember, If I can do it anyone can. May the passion be with you! Because I believe we can all FEEL GOOD : }
1. Treat your body with respect. If you’re overweight, lose a few pounds. Eat the healthiest foods you can. Lay off lotions and beauty supplies that aren’t organic. EVERYTHING you put in and on your body affects your mood, body chemistry, and health. Many drugs affect blood flow. Blood flow to your genitals is essential is achieving sexual pleasure. Increasing fruits and vegetables in your diet can provide the vitamins and antioxidants that will help maintain good blood flow to your sex organs. Make walking a part of your everyday life. Even just a short walk can revive the weariest of bodies. It also increases blood flow to your sex organs. I lost over 50 pounds just with walking. That was a definite factor in feeling better about me. Oh, and keep a handle on alcohol consumption. A couple drinks is fine to loosen up, but more can cause the reverse effect. Besides, staggering to the bedroom is not necessarily sexy. Learn to meditate, which is just a way of teaching you how to breathe and relax. I do it every day.
2. TRY APHRODISIACS. I have used the following and can say honestly that, yes they worked for me:
*Vitamin E-applied directly to the vagina several times a week. It forced me to keep it all trim down there which was also surprisingly a turn on. The Vitamin E rehydrated and sensitized the sensitive tissue. It’s also great on skin and hair, and can be used as a lube during sex (It’s cheap too)
*Gingko- I believe it helped me with the excitement stage. It also helps improve memory. You’ll remember who you slept with J
*Arginine- I’m convinced this helped with blood flow to my genitals. After only a few days I was throbbing.
*Gingko- Another throbbulator.
*Ginseng- I felt more virile and energetic sexually; like I wanted to be on top. It also makes a tasty tea.
*DHEA I did not use it but have seen it recommended. I am adding it as a possibility for someone else.
3. BE HAPPY! Take time for yourself every day. Yes, EVERY DAY. Even 10 minutes doing something you love to do, or that relaxes you, will make you happier. Many women put themselves last in the household which is unwise in my eyes. How can you take care of everyone else if you don’t take care of yourself first? Yes, you can neglect yourself for a while. Some women neglect themselves for a very long time. The family thrives. Then one day something gives. You wake up and you feel ancient. I urge all women to take stock of their lives, no matter what age you are, and start taking care of YOU now. Do whatever makes you happy until you are overflowing with happiness. That happiness will spread to everyone around you.
4. SEXIFY YOURSELF. Maybe all of those worn out undies need to get out of your pantie drawer and stuck under the bathroom sink with the pads and tampons. Use them for your monthly. Replace them with fresh new pretty panties and bras, doesn’t have to be top of the line. Even dollar stores sell them. You’ll be amazed how they make you feel sexier even under the most boring clothes. Get an erotic movie. Watch it alone or with your partner with a locked door. Buy yourself some darn flowers whenever possible. I’ve been buying fresh gladiolas for months now ($1.99 a bunch) & put them next to my bed. Read erotic romance! There are books to fulfill your simplest desires or your wildest dreams. Most e-books are under $5.Surround yourself with sexy and you will feel sexy.
5. SEX TOYS! (My personal new favorite) Okay so I will get real intimate now. I had three sex toys since the age of 18. All were bought for me by male lovers. One was a hard plastic vibrator which I cringed every time I looked at it. It hurt. The other two were flexible rubber dongs (yay for the bending action) But they were so ridiculously huge that I felt I was being impaled by King Kong. The guys liked to watch me use them. I put on the required occasional show but otherwise did not touch them. So, that being said, I did not think of pleasure aids until later in life when I became single. I decided to face my fear of dildos and give them another whirl.
Instead I saw, online, clitoral stimulators, g-spot ticklers…all sorts of goodies. I was convinced that Mother Nature forgot to give me a g-spot until I received my Dr Laura Berman mini bullet with wand in the mail. I had no flipping idea how to use it so I Googled techniques. W
I also learned online that the advice to relax (by male lovers) to achieve orgasm was crappy advice for me. That’s what I was doing wrong all these years. When I actually should have been following my instinct to tense up! Here’s what I learned:hen I achieved my first sex toy induced orgasm I wanted to run down the street in slow motion like that scene from Chariots of Fire. I felt like Rocky when he won the title. You get the idea. So…I am now a HUGE fan of gadgets. They work if you get one designed for women, by women.
Myotonia is the type of muscle tension that helps women reach orgasm. It turns out that muscle tension is often necessary for an orgasm. Incorporating leg, abdominal, and buttock tension with the Kegel exercise is often the magic key. Squeezing the muscles you use to stop urine flow seems to be the most orgasm inducing contractions. So in this case, don’t relax if relaxing isn’t working! Use that clitoral stimulator and squeeze those inner muscles. You’ll be amazed at how intense your release is.
So those are the top 5 things I did to not only increase my sexual libido, but feel better about myself. I know exactly what women go through. Life doesn’t allow for one to lounge around in silk lingerie and indulge in pleasures of the flesh day and night. But you can grab those moments of available time an enjoy yourself. Why? Because I said so, and you deserve it!
Opening scene of upcoming release MOLLY DOLL by May Water *UNEDITED*
“Oh my god Jess yes,” panted Molly. The double dildo was imbedded firmly in Molly’s pussy yet it slid in and out of Jess with ease. Her hands were wound in Jess’s long blond hair as she humped her hard and fast, just the way she liked it. Jess’s eyes were closed and she was panting rapidly. Her face, as always, looked like the face of an angel.
Molly wanted to weep at the intensity of their love making. She rarely used the single strap on anymore, preferring the double leather phallus. Her cunt muscles clamped down upon it and it became a part of her anatomy. She felt like an equal blend of both male and female and it was divine. Her discovery was mind blowing to her, and Jess quite obviously relished the discovery. They had made love almost every night before bed, and quite often in the morning before Jess had school.
Molly leaned down and licked Jess’s neck as she pounded her. The urge to bite and suckle Jess’s neck overwhelmed her. She resisted the urge to mark her so blatantly so she lowered her head and chose a more acceptable spot; the spot right over her left breast. Molly felt Jess’s heart beating beneath her lips which drove her mad. She suckled her tender skin until she tasted blood. Jess writhed beneath her, barely able to move as Molly pinned her down.
Once Molly felt her mark was sufficiently administered she gazed at Jess, her beautiful angel. Jess opened her blue eyes and they welled with tears. She wound her arms around Molly’s neck and pulled her face closer, her mouth kissing her hungrily as she panted uncontrollably…
Today I am excited to welcome author Simone Sinna to Behind Closed Doors. She’s agreed to share a bit of her latest release from Siren Bookstrand. Embedded is an erotic contemporary romance filled suspense and intrigue. Journalist Stephanie Beauman goes undercover “down under” in Syndney, Australia. Here’s a taste of her story…
Opening her eyes again as Miguel continued to kiss her neck and shoulders with a warm insistent mouth, she saw Gabriel had leaned forward a little, into the light, watching her, her reactions, the suggestion of her nakedness before him. Through the shadows she stared back, daring him to stop her, daring him not to want her.
New York journalist Stephanie Beauman goes undercover in Sydney Australia to investigate a corrupt business deal, taking a job as hostess for enigmatic businessman Gabriel de Romanos. Initially confident, and with groundsman Reno as her ally, she is drawn into a world of high-stakes business, wine, social excess and murder. As she accompanies de Romanos between Australia and Argentina, he and his suave rival Miguel involve her in their business and sexual games. Stephanie is forced to take increasing risks and finally to choose between her story and her own desire.
Grey’s Lady is the story of a wealthy New York merchant prince, Grey Sexton, who falls for a poor but beautiful seductress, Beth McConnell. Yet, for all their social and economical differences, at their most basic level, Beth and Grey are very similar. This story explores how these similarities threaten to tear them apart before love can overcome the fear of being vulnerable.
Both Beth and Grey suffered isolation and emotional neglect in childhood. Grey grew up as a privileged only son, heir to Sexton Shipping, one of the fledgling nation’s largest mercantile fleets. Grey’s father was a stern businessman who did not understand his daydreaming son and held him at a distance. A child in this position might take solace in a closer relationship with his mother. However, Grey’s mother was chronically ill and unable to bear his childish energy. She kept to her chambers and died while he was still quite young. Later at age nineteen, Grey engaged in an emotionally scarring experience with a slightly older woman, something that is not covered in Grey’s Lady. All of these backstory issues and more are explored in more depth in the sequel, White Lace and Promises, which is scheduled for release Dec. 26, 2011.
In contrast, the focus of Grey’s Lady is on the immediate interaction between two wounded and self-protective people who feel an overpowering attraction to each other but who do not want to admit it to themselves or the other.
I will let Beth tell her story in her own words.
Why should men always have the power of choice when it comes to sexual and romantic relationships? Is it right that we women have no choice but to sit and wait for a man decide to honor us with his declarations–usually uttered in the form of a demand? And all we as women may do is say “yes” or “no” and hope we have made a wise choice. The man still has the power to break his promises and it will be our good name and heart that bears the damage.
My mother fell into an adulterous affaire with an unknown man and as a result I was created. Her husband put her out of their house. I would have been borne in the almshouse if not for the kindness of her employer. After my mother’s death, I would have gone to the foundling home without my kindly benefactress. My unknown father also had his power of choice, the choice to abandon me. How fair is it that men have all the power of choice?
Oh, you ask what about the gentlemen? Ha! The gentlemen. They are the very worst.
A gentleman once declared passionate love for me. He said this so ardently, his beautiful brown eyes shone with sincerity. I was young. I was naïve. I believed him. I trusted him and gave my heart wholly into his keeping. And as went my heart, eventually so went my virtue.
Do you what happened next? Surely, I don’t have to tell you. You know how these maudlin stories go. He married someone else. A lady. Someone of his own class. His took his power of choice. He became a respectable family man and I was left being a soiled dove. I had a good cry over it. I may have drank a little too much at his wedding celebration. What a pitiful little fool I was. But I did not wallow in my self-pity for long. So men have needs and desires? Well, I also have needs. I also have desires. Why should men have all the power of ch I take my own power of choice now. I chose whom, when and for how long and I select only the most handsome, wealthy, and powerful of gentlemen.oice? Why should they have all the enjoyment in life?
Yes, I know you are asking do I not fear discovery? This is a worry and I take it seriously. Truly I do. I live with my half-brother and his family now. He is very protective and very touchy about matters of honor. Our mother was not faithful to his father. Now he takes such matters so seriously. Too seriously. If he had his way, I would stay home all the time, working in the backroom of his cobbler shop with one eye on the children. But honestly, though I love my nieces and my half-siblings, life there is dreary. It’s all work, work and more work. Everything is shabby, everything seems to stay gritty and grimy no matter how hard I work to keep things clean. There are always more shoes to repair. I swear my eyes shall go crossed trying to sew by candlelight night after night. I never get enough sleep or time to myself. If I couldn’t go out and seek my adventures, I should go mad. I have my mother’s wild blood in me and my desires can run so high I fear they shall consume me.
I could marry a nice man and he would carry me away from all of this. I
would have my own cozy home and hearth. My benefactress has introduced me to a nice young minister and to a nice young but struggling legal clerk and a nice young medical student who trembled all over and went pale when I said good morning to him. I have no interest in nice young men. It’s the wealthy, powerful, arrogant gentlemen who fascinate me. I know they will never desire me for a wife but they shall burn for me. They shall remember me.
How do I protect myself from discovery? I limit my liaisons to one single meeting. I never meet with my gentlemen again, no matter how desperately they implore me. And they do implore me. Though I am poor, the child of adultery by an unknown man and powerless in my society, I have something gentlemen desire. I have beauty, and thanks to my mother’s wild blood, I understand their hot lusts better than the women of their class. I do gain a measure of satisfaction out of leaving them burning for more. Burning for me. No gentleman shall ever forget the one afternoon he spent with me.
I don’t really deride gentlemen for their focus on beauty. I appreciate a handsome face and well-made masculine form. Well, if Mr. Sexton’s physicality matches his other attributes, then I shall be entertaining a gentleman today. In private. In his carriage. But only for today. Afterwards, he shall burn for me. He will never forget me.Today is a special day for me. Mr. Asahel de Grijs, otherwise known as Grey to his friends, is coming to my favorite bookseller to give a lecture on privateering. He is a New York man, the owner of Sexton Shipping which has a fleet of over forty sea going vessels. He is rumored to be the wealthiest gentleman in America. I know this is not true. I know exactly who is the wealthiest man in America. But Mr. Sexton is among the top three wealthiest men in our nation. He is also politically connected and quite powerful. He would be the brightest feather in my cap. I think I shall wear my shabbiest dress because it is always more thrilling when these gentlemen cannot resist the tattered, poor little bastard girl. They are slaves to their own greed for beauty.
Seeking sexual excitement and conquest, poor but beautiful Beth seduces wealthy merchant prince Grey Sexton, only to find herself the pursued as he seeks to own her body and soul.
In Philadelphia, PA 1812
Flouting the moral standards of Jeffersonian America, temptress Beth McConnell lets no man touch her heart. Her motto is love them once and leave them burning.
But when she boldly seduces Grey Sexton, a self-controlled merchant prince from New York, she finds herself too fascinated by his ice-over-fire nature to stay away. His possessive determination to own her, body and soul, threatens to expose her secret erotic life to public shame.
But Beth will only surrender her love to a man she can trust. And Grey’s materialistic approach to relationships leaves her little reason to believe he can ever give her what she truly needs.
For these two cynical yet lonely people, can deep sexual intimacy work a miracle and lead to the opening of their hearts?
Heat Level: EROTIC 18+
Here’s an Adult excerpt from Chapter One. You can read the entire chapter here.
Shifting in his seat, he sensed her gaze. Lingering. Burning him. Against his will, he turned back to her. Those eyes seemed to reach across the room, directly into him, to touch his emptiness.
What a fanciful notion. His wits must be addled.
She didn’t drop her gaze, as a modest woman might. Instead, she appraised him, boldly weighing and measuring. A hint of her tongue flirted along the seam of her pink lips. Her eyes smouldered as if she’d read his every erotic longing and fantasy in his face. He shifted again, trying to adjust for the heated blood rushing into his cock. The corners of her mouth turned up and humour glinted in her eyes. Clearly, she found his interest amusing. She found him amusing.
By God, then, I’ll have her beneath me, writhing and begging me to fuck her.
Damned if he wouldn’t.
The fervour of his thoughts shocked him back to his senses. People were talking and laughing and moving around. The lecture was over. He got up to leave, but he found himself standing at the windows, transfixed by the rain sheeting down.
“My goodness.” The breathy, feminine voice hit him low in his gut and he didn’t have to look to know who’d spoken. Something primal pounded through his blood. An urge to turn, grasp her by the back of her hair and kiss her with such brute force she would run.
Shaken, he took several long, deep breaths before he trusted himself enough to turn to her. He looked down to where her head barely met his shoulder and suddenly he was drowning in those azure eyes.
“It’s so hard, isn’t it?” she said in breathy, bedchamber tones.
“Pardon me, Madam?”
“The rain. It’s coming down so hard today. Buckets and buckets full.” Her voice sounded sincere but her eyes glimmered with mirth.
“Yes, it is.” He kept his tone cool, polite.
She stood so close his arm almost touched her breast. So close her tangy, sweet gardenia-like scent became intoxicating.
“Pardon me, Madam, but do you have some question about investing in a privateer venture?”
“Oh, no, they answered all my questions in the lecture.”
“But how could they have? You came in after the part about investing.”
“I didn’t really have any particular questions—I come to all the lectures here.” She glanced at the chalk board on the opposite wall, where the names of the lecturers were posted. “You are Mr Asahel de Grijs Sexton of New York?”
“At your service.”
“Your middle name means grey…like your eyes. Correct?”
“Yes. It’s Dutch.” It had been his mother’s maiden name.
“And you’re here to invest in privateering voyages for the expected war?” She took hold of the curtain’s thick, gold, braided cord.
“I own some ships and take on investors. I also invest in other voyages. It’s a numbers game, for safety.”
She gave a soft sigh… No, it was more like a moan. A lush, bedroom sound that made his lower belly tighten.
“Well, I was wondering…” She caressed her fingers up and down the braided cord in a way that could only be described as suggestive. Sinfully so. Right here in the book store.
A tide of lust like he had never felt before swept through his blood and stiffened his cock.
“I—I was wondering…” She trailed her fingers one last time before she dropped the cord. A half-smile curved her lips.
“Yes, Madam?” The steadiness of his voice amazed him.
“Could you—” She drew her lashes down as she spread her lips in a slow, sensual smile. “Would you be so kind as to give me a ride in your carriage?”
Her inflection left no doubt what kind of ride she meant.
What true gentleman could disappoint a lady? He offered her his arm. “Come, then.”
She raised fine, pale-gold brows. “I cannot be seen leaving here in your company.”
“Drive around the block and wait there. I shall come along presently.”
“It’s raining like the flood. You cannot walk in that.”
“Do you think I shall melt?” Her deep and throaty laugh resonated deep in his balls.
“I think a gentleman doesn’t expect a lady to walk in the rain.”
She laughed again. “Oh, but I am not a lady.”
“Don’t talk like that.” His harsh tone puzzled him. Where had it come from?
“Did my fine silk gown fool you?” She plucked her coarse woollen skirt. Her fingerless nankeen gloves revealed digits reddened as though they habitually spent hours soaked in lye. The sharp contrast with her refined loveliness made his throat burn and he swallowed tightly.
She sighed. He glanced up. Her eyes were sad again and her emotion seemed to touch him in places he’d forgotten had existed. Damn, she was beautiful. How many times had he repeated that today? God, he was making a jackass of himself. But what did she really want from him? She was bold, yes, but she lacked the hardened look of a girl on the town. Maybe poverty had forced her into temporary whoring.
“You need money?” The hoarse terseness of his whisper surprised him.
“I don’t want your money.” She turned her gaze to him. Bold, blue and full of unmistakable longing. “I only want a ride.”
Today is release day for author Natalie Acres. Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts is the third book in her Cowboy Boots series with Siren Bookstrand. She discussed writing of her Cowboy Boots and Cowboy Sex books on my Not Enough Time in the Day blog. Here she shares with us another blurb and some hot excerpts. Enjoy!
Seduction turns deadly when Abby Rose, an agent with the Underground Unit, decides to put a provocative spin on revenge. Her plan to sleep with a cartel leader backfires when fellow operatives refuse to let Abby face her enemy alone.
Abby’s fellow agents begin the fight of their lives. After discovering Abby will use her body to lure in the man who killed her father and their command leader, seven highly trained special operatives cope with high tensions as each man comes to terms with feelings they never acknowledged.
This team isn’t fighting for another cause or plotting the best way to take out their mark. The stakes are much higher. These men will take up arms and meet their greatest challenge as they work together to protect the woman they admire and love.
By looking at their past assignments, these men and this woman could walk through fire. The larger teams generally had more weaponry training, and for this particular mission, the Northern Underground Unit would certainly have their skills tested in the coming weeks.
A lot was at stake. This operation was the exception and far from the norm. Each individual there had an intimate understanding of what was required and what they stood to lose.
Their well-respected leader, Conrad McDaniels, was murdered in cold blood along with his wife and four children. Gruesome deaths claimed their friend and superior. From what Brock discovered, every agent present formed a personal relationship with the McDaniels family.
Tears welled in several of the operatives’ eyes at various times during Brock’s presentation. Those weren’t tears of sadness. These fellows were angry. And the lady invented a new definition for rage. Her pale skin had remained blood red since she’d arrived there.
Brock could relate. Another Underground Unit, the Midwestern division, recently lost one of their operatives, and the fallout had been horrific. The team went on a killing spree, eliminating anyone connected to their agent’s death. It was personal then, too. The Midwestern group was a pack of brothers, and when they lost one of their own, the payback was like nothing Brock had ever witnessed.
Returning to the overhead, Brock said, “I’m here today for several reasons. I’ve been asked to deliver intelligence on your upcoming operation. This isn’t just another classified mission that will bring you face-to-face with an enemy. The man who took away your leader, bombed your headquarters, and set fire to houses and flats believed to be owned by your unit plans to make his second home in Southwest Virginia.
“When the target isn’t in Chicago overseeing Club Sex, he’s in my neck of the woods, and that bothers me. My brothers and I want him eliminated before he makes Abingdon, Virginia, another war zone. We fully expect him to become our problem just as he’s been yours.
“I don’t have to tell you what to expect. You already know. You’ve seen what this man is capable of, and you have the scent of his blood.
“You have a disease on your hands, an outbreak that should’ve been contained years ago. Since those who’ve gone before you failed to handle the problem, you now have an epidemic. The time has come to settle old scores.
“This will be the most important detail of your lives. If you fail to settle unresolved debts, you will die. In this situation, on this particular operation, winners leave with the wind in their lungs. Losers take their last breath.
“Juraz Mendete, your target, doesn’t mess around. No one gets close to him. The only outsiders he’s allowed into his home have ultimately ended up in his bed. Three women have done so in the last ten years. Two of them are dead.”
“Where do we find his woman?” Ace Bristol asked.
Brock stood next to the wide screen and clicked the remote a few times. Locating the image of Juraz’s companion, he said, “Meet Mendete’s submissive.”
“She’s not much to look at,” Ace remarked.
Brock shrugged, noting the woman’s cold, glassy eyes. “Thanks to recent information received from an insider frequenting Mendete’s club, we’ve learned Juraz has grown tired of his current sex kitten. Some believe he’s looking for a replacement.” Brock studied the only woman in the room. “Abby Rose?”
“Yep, that’s me,” she answered.
To some, her reply might have come across as a saucy response laden with irresistible flavor, but Brock had studied her like a science. Her retort was anything but flirtatious and friendly.
Brock probably understood Abby better than the men working alongside her. According to military intelligence, Abby was deadly when provoked, and apparently since her boss and his family lost their lives, she’d been in rare form.
He’d spent sleepless nights wondering if Abby had a more personal relationship with Conrad McDaniels, perhaps an undocumented intimate connection no one publicly acknowledged. If so, he needed to know.
Relationships, particularly hidden affairs, had a way of clouding one’s judgment. The unit couldn’t afford mistakes.
Since Conrad’s death, Abby’s behavior had been placed under a microscope. The higher-ups believed she was unstable. Some claimed she’d transformed into a Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde. Brock didn’t buy their assessment in its entirety.
Prior to their meeting, Brock talked to several team members. The guys held Abby in high regard. Their admiration was duly noted.
Brock picked up a bulging folder and nodded toward the thick packet as he handed the documents to Porter, seated at his immediate right. “Pass this back.” A beat later, Brock said, “Abby, you’ll be the most valuable, but also the most vulnerable, agent on this mission. That said, you’re expected to follow orders. Step out of line, and I’ll pull you off this case myself. Time won’t be wasted when and if a replacement becomes necessary.”
“I suppose you have someone else standing in line to jumpstart a devil?”
She made a good point, but he could provide an answer Ms. Rose most likely didn’t expect. “Actually, I do. Veronica Remington has volunteered and is standing by. If something goes wrong, she’ll take your place.” And the Remington men were pitching a fucking fit over this, too. Veronica was the last resort, and Brock hoped like hell he didn’t have to call Sloane and ask him to send Veronica inside.
Abby shook her head. Blonde curls tumbled across her shoulders. “Mr. Donovan, I don’t have to paint you a picture. If I’m pulled off this case for any reason, you’ll have to put me down like a rabid dog. I won’t go away. I’m not backing down. I can fly solo and achieve a satisfying end result like anyone else affiliated with the Underground Unit.
“I’ll try to follow orders—I always do—but just so we understand one another, I’m not stepping aside for anyone. I respect Veronica, but—”
“But what?” Brock demanded. “She doesn’t have a pussy in this fucking mess?”
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Ace snarled. “I will spank her when this is over.”
“Sure you will,” Casey said. “About like Porter plans to put a dildo in her pussy and paddle her twat.”
“I never said that,” Porter said, keeping a keen eye on Abby.
“Talk about that kiss and I’ll deck you,” Ace said.
“Damn, those lips were sweet,” Porter teased.
Ace faced him. “I wasn’t kidding.”
Porter took a deep breath. Sometimes Ace’s attitude was a real obstacle. He was a smart-ass SOB when he wanted to be. Standing about six foot four, Ace was nothing more than layers of muscle. The only soft spot the man possessed was the one Porter held in high regard, too—Abby Rose.
“I say we take him out right here,” Casey said, always ready to jump the gun.
Casey looked like a kid, and very often Porter reminded himself Casey wasn’t a child, hard to do since the guy looked like a surfer boy of about eighteen. Only a year separated them. Porter was twenty-nine. Casey followed only a year behind.
Still, Casey was a trained killer just like the lot of them. Under normal daily circumstances, he was such a klutz and a clown, but when he aimed his gun and pulled the trigger, no one had a more accurate shot.
Fowler folded his hands atop the table. “I’m ready for this to be over.”
“What’s wrong, Fowler,” Ace taunted him. “Afraid Juraz is gonna tap that?”
“He won’t be a-tappin’ that. I’ll promise ya.”
Porter and Ace exchanged a knowing stare. Porter shook his head in warning. It wasn’t worth the argument. They all recognized the possible scenarios. The best they could hope for was the most favorable. If Abby went to bed with Juraz, they wanted her to kill him before she was forced to fuck him.
Unfortunately, they needed information from Juraz before she pulled the trigger. And he probably wouldn’t open his mouth unless she first opened those long, shapely legs.
I was checking out the various sites that I have pages on, making sure that the information is up to date, when I was suddenly taken by surprise. When the screen opened up to the main page for The Romance Reviews, the cover of my book popped up with a review written by author Sam Crescent. Click on the button on the right side of this page and it will take you right to the review but here is a bit that made me smile…a lot!