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Well, the long winter is finally over, and I want to do my part to heat things up. I have a couple of sexy projects to tell you about. I just hope you have as much fun reading them as I did writing them. |
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Without Restraint
 On August 4th, look for Without Restraint, the first book of a new series that deals with kinky cops trying to live and love in a very conservative town. This will be the first of my books that isn't a paranormal, so it's new territory for me. But it's also about one of my favorite topics, police work. I've been a cop's wife in the past 30 years, and I know a lot of law enforcement officers. I've always enjoyed reading and writing about LEOs. I absolutely loved writing Without Restraint.
Passionate sparks fly when Frank Murphy, a sexy ex- SEAL, teams up with beautiful deputy Alex Rogers to hunt a cop killer. Between dodging bullets, they enact several delicious fantasies. In this off-duty adventure, Frank pulls Alex over in a handy patch of woods:
When she was younger, she'd had her share of Bad Cop fantasies. Not so much anymore-she knew too many deputies, who were a relentlessly straight-arrow bunch unlikely to do anything like this. But she wasn't exactly averse to pretending otherwise.
Especially with Frank in the starring role.
Alex drove down the bumping, rutted track as it curved through the trees, the Dom right on her tailpipe. Finally he flashed his headlights at her again. She stopped and threw her car into Park. They were well into the woods, thoroughly screened from the road.
"Why, Officah," Alex purred aloud in her best Scarlett O'Hara drawl, "whatevah do you have in mind?"
She rolled down her driver's side window as he swaggered up to the car. Big, brawny, and black-clad-her fantasy Bad Cop come to glorious life. He even wore a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses and a menacing scowl. "Get out of the car, please."
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Her panties were already soaked, and he hadn't even started yet.
Alex put on her best Don't give me a ticket, I'll do anything expression. "But, sir, I wasn't speeding."
"I didn't say you were," he told her coldly. "Get out of the car."
She gave him big, worried eyes as she obeyed, closing the car door as softly as she could to keep the sound from carrying to his neighbors. "I don't understand. I haven't done anything!"
"Quit trying to play me, lady. There's a warrant out for your arrest." Grabbing her wrist, he dragged her to the trunk of her car, then spun her around so her back was to him. "It says you're armed and dangerous." He pulled her little .38 from the pancake holster on her belt, and displayed it with a threatening flourish. "And look here-you are."
Alex swallowed. Had he been anybody else, she might have broken out into the giggles right about then. But this was Frank. Something about him made this silly fantasy scenario feel a lot more real than it should have. "I can explain."
"I'm sure you can." His voice hardened. "Hands on the trunk, feet apart."
Before she could obey, he planted his palm between her shoulder blades and forced her to bend over as he kicked her feet wide. "I said, hands on the trunk, feet apart!" Automatically, she caught herself on her palms.
He started searching her. Never mind that no male cop ever searched a female suspect if he could avoid it; that was why there were female cops. And this was why they had that rule.
What Frank did wasn't a crude grope-he understood the fantasy too well for that. Instead, he ran his hand down her body in twin slow caresses. Until he reached the curves of her ass.
Pausing, Frank cupped the sensitive flesh through her jeans, squeezing gently, with just enough force to arouse. Breathless, Alex waited for him to circle around between her legs.
He sank to his haunches to continue the search down her legs in that same lazy way. Instead of guns, knives, or drugs, Frank's clever fingers sought bundles of nerves she hadn't even known she had. And made them fire messages of lust and arousal and pleasure until it was all she could do not to writhe.
Regaining his feet, Frank swept his palms around her rib cage to the underside of her breasts. He slid his hands up and around, dragging her bra out of the way, baring the curve of her breasts for his cupping palms, exposing her nipples to plucking fingers. The raw delight of the contact was so intense, it seemed to sting. She moaned, unable to bite the sound back.
"Like that, do you?" he growled, ducking his head down until he could speak in her ear.
"Let's find out how much."
You can preorder Without Restraint at Amazon and Barnes and Noble. |
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Peregrine's Kiss
Next I'm working on my first self -published e-book, Peregrine's Kiss. I haven't quite finished it, so I don't have a publication date yet. However, I'm hoping it will be out in June or July.
The story deals with romance novelist who finds herself plunged into a world of madness and magic when her hero comes to life and her cat begins to talk. I've played with that idea before, mostly because I find it irresistible. But I think you'll find Peregrine's Kiss has several interesting twists on the idea. I intend for it to be the first book in a series exploring that new universe.
I'll send you a sample next month.
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