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Cover Reveal for The Rancher's Woman previously Hope Junction #coverreveal

Gotta love this hot cover!  Such a great blend of colors!  Blurb and release date soon!

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Set in the small Wyoming town of Hope Junction, The Rancher's Woman is Tessa and Chance's love story.  Tessa has just moved to town to start a new business and Chance is the local rancher who falls for her. 

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Welcome to WIP IT UP Wednesday. #wipitup. My work in progress(WIP) today is from my cowboy spanking romance currently titled Hope Junction.  Set in the small Wyoming town of Hope Junction, it is Tessa and Chance's love story.  Tessa has just moved to town to start a new business and Chance is the local rancher who falls for her.  In this extract  Chance is undressing Tessa for the first time:

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Tessa smiled at him and nodded, taking the hand he offered.  Once inside his pick-up she was embarrassed to be hot and trembling beside him.  Smiling at her he put his arm round her and kissed her softly.  “You got any candles, hon?”

“Huh?  Candles?”  Tessa gazed at him puzzled and then blushed with passionate pleasure as she remembered his words explaining why he let her keep her panties up when she was across his knee.  …that’s not how I wanna see you bare for the first time.  Candlelight and soft, tender caresses are more my preference, babe.  She squirmed in anticipation remembering his promise.  Not as good as you want, Tessa, but better than you’ve been getting.  Tessa swallowed, her mouth dry at the implications of his question.  “Um, yeah.  Plenty.  All different types and scents.”

He smiled and nodded as he put his truck into gear.  “Thought you might.”

“Chance,” she asked into his chest.  “Do you think maybe…” what the hell, she screwed up her courage and just asked him in a rush, “…maybe you could stay over.”

He pulled her closer and kissed her hair.  “Would you like me to, Therese Marie?”

She nodded, her heart in her mouth waiting for his answer.

It came in a husky whisper.  “I’d like that too, babe.”

Tessa breathed a sigh of relief, the rest of the journey passing in a haze of anticipation.  She knew it wouldn’t be all the way, but just the idea of having him in her bed, naked together, falling asleep in his arms was heady stuff.  To finally have this after the waiting enhanced it.  Guess he knew what he was doing drawing things out.

When they pulled in to the spot behind her house, they walked hand in hand toward her bedroom in silence.  Once inside, she opened her cupboard, indicating the shelf that held her selection of candles.  “Take your pick, cowboy.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”  He told her.  Amazing Tessa by selecting her entire collection of over forty candles, he started to spread them around the room.  She watched in fascination as he chose each place carefully, clearly using his firefighter expertise to guard against accidents.  “Get lighting woman.”  He growled jolting her out of her surprise.

Together they set up the candles, creating the most romantic atmosphere Tessa had ever experienced.  When they finished, the glow was bright enough to illuminate the blatant desire in his eyes.  Taking her by the hand, he leaned lazily on her mirrored dresser and stood her in front of him slightly to the side so she was fully visible in the mirror.  Tessa melted as he ran his finger down the bridge of her nose and tucked a stray, fiery curl behind her ear.  She drew in her breath as his hand cupped her sex through her silky dress and he informed her softly.  “I’m desperate to discover if the curls here match the hair on your head or your lashes.”

She laughed sweetly and softly.  “Really?  That’s what you think about when you imagine me naked?”

“Damn, right.  Thought about it that first night when we were sitting out there on my Gram’s old couch and every night since.”  He kept his hand firmly on the apex between her thighs while he traced her lips and jaw line.  “You wanna give me a hint?”  He asked her in a low, husky growl.

She shook her head slowly, biting her lip, answering him a voice that was a slow caress.  “Guess you’ll just have to find out for yourself.”

And he did.  Little by little, one garment at a time, he bared her completely to his admiring gaze in the candlelight.  Tessa found it dizzily erotic to be bared in front of her own mirror as he remained fully clothed.  She’d undressed in front of that mirror so many times, but tonight the woman she saw was the one reflected in his eyes.  He looked at her like she was the most desirable woman on earth and so she was.

When she was completely naked before him he reached out and gently pulled on the curls nestled between her thighs.  “Flame colored like your hair, just like I hoped.  You know why, hon, because then I can watch them turn dark like your lashes when I suck on your clit and make your sweet pussy weep.”

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Masturbation Monday-Intimate Knowledge-Caught in the Act! #MasturbationMonday #erotic #excerpt

My scene today is from Intimate Knowledge 1 Part 2 (Detective & Desires) . Released in multiple volumes it is an ongoing e-serial.  Leo Gold, cultured, half-Italian heir apparent to the nefarious Boston, Gold crime family, has no idea Raisa Gordon is a vice detective when he falls for her. The FBI use the opportunity to place her undercover as romantic bait to infiltrate the Gold operation. Trouble is Raisa finds him impossible to resist, especially as he has an uncanny understanding of her long hidden, dark need for domination and discipline. In this scene Leo has just informed her in graphic details of his intentions towards her.  Outwardly managing to keep her cool she makes her escape to cope with the overwhelming desire he arouses in her: 

I maintain my bland expression, but my body and inner turmoil threaten to betray me big time.  I need to get away from his blatant magnetism.  Breaking his stare with a blink, I make my escape by using every woman’s natural refuge.  With a muttered excuse, I head to the john.  Walking slowly at first, I practically break into a run once I am out of his sight.

It’s Leo.  Get used to saying it.  To the feel of it on your tongue.

How could he manage to make the simple practice of saying his name seem so shatteringly erotic?  I feel weak as I surrender to the chemistry I managed to resist in the gallery.  Turning on the tap, I run cold water over my wrists.  My pulse and breathing gradually achieve normality as I lay my forehead against the mirror.  I give myself a long, hard, appraising look.  My cheeks are flushed, my breasts are moving in little heaves, my eyes are aglow.  Even worse, what the mirror fails to reveal are my clenched pelvis and wet pussy. 

This cannot keep up, Raisa girl.  You need some serious intervention here.  Yeah, intervention.  Exactly!  I look around.  The room is deserted.  Although I know we're the only visitors to the gallery this afternoon, the taboo nature of my intention makes me check the cubicles just to be sure.  I settle myself in the small seating area.  The chair I choose faces a mirror that reflects the door so I'll know if I'm in danger of interruption in the midst of my guilty pleasure.

It shouldn’t take too long.  His image has always managed to bring me off in a matter of minutes.  Now I'm familiar with the real thing it should be even faster.  I usually have my vibrator to help the process, but with my state of high arousal since this morning, along with his slick brand of mind fuckery out there in the gallery, I reckon my hands will do just fine.  Unzipping and slipping my fingers down into my jeans, I swipe along my panties.  They're soaked.  I gasp as my fingers brush against my wet, engorged clit.  Sweet Jesus, I'm so primed.

Lying back, I sink into the luxury of remembering the magnificent view of him this morning.  His tanned, oiled torso.  The rippling muscles, tight abs and pecs.  His shirt stretching across his shoulders as he gulped down that beer with a primal growl.  I press on my clit, rotating my hips.  He had to have been rock hard when he saw me.  I imagine him grinding that hardness cruelly against me and I arch into him.  I remember the look on his face that told me how much he wanted me.  I follow that through in my mind coupling it with the heat of his declaration at the exhibit.  He picks me up and carries me off, throwing me on his bed.

My imagining breaks down a bit here, as I've no picture in my mind for his bedroom.  I switch the scene to his study as he thrusts me down to sink into the leather of his two-seater.  I can almost smell the leather and feel his hard cock grind against my clit.  Oh God, yes, yes.  That’s good, so good.  I thrust my hand down into my panties, applying deep, long fast strokes to my labia and clit.  I turn to my side picturing him behind me on the chair spooned against my body, his hand down my panties, stroking firm and fast, his long fingers pinching, pressing and circling.  His voice and tongue are hot in my ear.

My name, cara…you will be moaning it and screaming it when I'm thrusting deep inside you.

“Leo.”  It is wrung out of me along with the shattering orgasm.  “Leo.”  I gasp it and collapse, my breath coming in heaves.  Oh my God, that was f***ing kickass.  I lie back against the chair with my eyes closed and let the spasms leave me and do their sweet work.  At least now, I won’t be so sexually wound up around him.  Or such a wimp around his disarming charisma.

As the afterglow sweeps over me, unbidden sensations steal in.  I feel his arms supporting me, stopping me from falling, his voice in my ear.  “Careful, Raisa, it’s a very, long way down.”  The heat of his body behind me, the support of his arms.  “You’re safe, cara.  Relax.  I have you.”

I shiver at the memory and then it merges into desire.  His arms hold me close in the afterglow, his rich voice thick with intimacy.  ….the feel of my name on your tongue. 

His long fingers capture my cheek and chin as he turns my head up to meet his lips and kiss me possessively. 

Only it's no longer in my head.  NO.  No.  Noo! 

My eyes fly open and I look across to the mirror, my heart pounding at his touch, his startling materialization standing behind me shocking me out of my daydream.  F**k!  Where did he come from?  Immersed in my pleasure he must've entered without my hearing. 

Please, please don't let it be that he came in when I was coming.  Please let it be that he only saw the very end of my self-help scenario.  Please do not let him have witnessed my pathetic girly abandon to orgasmic delight over him.

The heat in his eyes doesn’t leave me much hope and I decide attack is the surest form of defense.  I sit up, zip my jeans and pull away from his touch sending him an accusing look in the mirror.  No way can I turn to face him.

“What're you doing?  This's the ladies’ room.  You can’t just walk in here and creep up on me.”

Placing a hand on either side of me on the back of the chair, his reflection gives me a knowing look as he tells me in a sensual tone.  “Oh I think I can when I hear a certain lady calling my name.”  He pauses and gives me another heated look in the mirror before adding.  “Twice”  
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Intimate Knowledge Part 7 & Goodreads BDSM Bedtime Stories - Free Promo Today and Tomorrow

Intimate Knowledge Part 7 was  released in conjunction with BDSM Goodreads Bedtime Stories in July this year.  It is from my Detective & Desires Series. Released in multiple volumes it is an ongoing serial. It is #1 in the series(Out Now). #2 is Her Keeper (Out Now) and #3 Haunted Spaces (beginning December 2014). Leo Gold, cultured, half-Italian heir apparent to the nefarious Boston, Gold crime family, has no idea Raisa Gordon is a vice detective when he falls for her. The FBI use the opportunity to place her undercover as romantic bait to infiltrate the Gold operation. Trouble is Raisa finds him impossible to resist, especially as he has an uncanny understanding of her long hidden, dark need for domination and discipline. 

What she doesn't know is that the reason he understands so well is because he has a copy of her intimate journal written in the form of letters to an imaginary lover. During a late supper at Leo's penthouse, Raisa is overwhelmed by his attempts to get closer to her. Losing her temper she curses at him and tries to leave. Leo stops her and makes it clear he intends to discipline her for her outburst and attempt to run away from her feelings. What she does not know is that he is deliberately enacting the scene according to her fantasies from her journal. Written in the first person from Leo and Raisa’s alternating POV, this extract is through Raisa's eyes...

His stance is darkly intimidating and my pulse beats and throbs a tattoo in response. My ass is stinging from his reprimanding swat and my Italian is good enough to understand his depiction of me as a ‘capricious girl’ one of the Italian equivalents for ‘naughty girl’. I swallow, wide-eyed, as I realize his intent, his various words of warning coming back to me. 

...punish you if you misbehave...a long, thorough session...hot, sore and swollen... 

I draw in my breath at the thought that he now intends to follow through on those words. My pelvis is aching because he seems determined on a course of action I have long since considered taboo. This will be very different from those two fierce smacks he administered as a possessive lover lashing out in jealous rage that night in the club. Looking at him, the intractable stance and dark look provokes a primitive reaction as my entire lower half starts to tingle and clench and my pulse pounds at the idea that he is intent on a disciplinary session that fits with my deepest desires.

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