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Valentine is something I’m also not prepared for. Cupid, that frisky little devil, forgot to remind me it was coming up, so I guess I’m going to have to wrap myself up in a bow this year for my husband for a present. Something tells me he won’t mind at all. LOL I hope everyone has a wonderful Valentines Day. Till this time next month, ~Lena |
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Into Temptation Themed parties are never a good idea, especially when they incur the wrath of a God. All Billie Fowler wanted to do was spend a little extra time with her office crush, Tomas Mendez. And if it was after hours at a party, where she could wear a little slinky number, even better…or so she thought. The notion that a small Anti-Valentine Day’s party might turn into the craziest night of her life never entered her mind, but then again, she had never been on Cupid’s bad side before. Tired of being cast in the role of ‘just friends’ with Billie, Tomas couldn’t resist the opportunity to spend the day of love with the women he’d fallen for. But he hadn’t counted on Cupid showing up and turning one misspoken wish into reality. |
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Tag's Folly Nothing makes Dr. Taggert Webster more wary then the two words, love and marriage. Having grown up in an environment where marriages never ended happily and love was just a word freely used without meaning he wants to avoid then both at all costs. Unfortunately, his live in lover Alex doesn’t share his opinion. In fact, her need for his love and a deeper commitment is driving a wedge between what he feels is already a perfect relationship. During a heated argument between the two of them, Tag mutters the fateful words, “I wish you leave me alone….” and discovers the true meaning of the words, “be careful what you wish for” Not only does Alex leave his life for good, she doesn’t remember their past year together. With Alex gone from his life, he realizes how truly big his folly was, because he realizes that he did love her. Little does Tag know that the little old lady he’d save from being hit by a Mack Truck was none other the wife of Cupid-Psyche who grants him a wish, unbeknownst to him. Now they’re both in hot water. With the help of Cupid’s wife, Tag must get Alex to remember what they’d shared before Valentines Day or the wish is permanent. Can Tag, convince Alex of his love for her before it’s too late? |
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Happy Effin Valentine Effin had nothing but bad luck and misery until that pretty kitty passed her way. Suddenly bad dates, bad clothes, worse sisters were a thing of the past. To add to her change in fortune, it turned out that her new cat was actually a lucky, lusty shapeshifting Neko. But could she believe in the staying power of her luck and her sexy lucky charm? |
Last month was a busy month for me. Not only did Liz and I finally wrap up The Myth of Moonlight and submit it, I also wrapped up Stud Muffin Wanted and submitted it. Woo Hoo. Those two projects were long over due. Maggie and I are at the halfway point in Friends With Benefits, the sequel to Maverick’s BlackCat. I think this book is going to be a hot hot hot read.
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Stud Muffin Wanted “So what do bad girls like you do with boys in parked cars?” “Anything they want.” Tristan liked the sound of that. Leaning over the console again, Karon brushed her lips across Tristan’s neck as she slid her hand teasingly against his chest. “Do you want to get in the backseat,” he asked, trying to recall if that line had ever worked for him in high school. “What can we do back there that we can’t do up here?” “A lot.” “No,” Running her hand down his chest to the buckle of his pants, Karon caressed the outline that his hard cock was making. Christ they hadn’t even done anything and he was hard as steel. “I think we should stay right where we are.” Tristan gripped her hand in his, pressing it down firmly down on his crotch, just in case she didn’t get the hint. “You might want to reconsider.” “And why is that?” “Because it’s going to be awful hard to fuck you in this seat.” “I’d say it’s hard.” Giving him a teasing look, Karon squeezed his cock firmly, “but we don’t have to get into the back seat to have fun.” Karon wiggled her hand under his, until Tristan released his hold on her. When her hand was free, Karon began to unbuckle his belt all the while maintaining eye contact. She had freed his cock from the confines of his pants, all while Tristan watched her silently, wondering what his little vixen was up to. “There’s a lot more room in the back,” he tried again, biting back a groan when she began to slide her hand leisurely up and down his ridged shaft “Just because you’re the most popular boy at our school doesn’t mean I’m going to let you have your way with me.” “I thought you were the bad girl.” “I changed my mind. I think good girls have more fun. I know I’m having a great time now.” “I’m having a better one.” Karon’s husky chuckle sent a surge through his already aching cock. Tristan would have never thought that a simple hand job could feel so good. The roles had quickly reverted, and he was the one holding on to dear life for control as she teased him unmercifully. Hell, it was like high school all over again. The evening was becoming a bit to nostalgic for him now. “Come on Karon, let’s get in the back. I want to feel more than your hand surrounding me. I want you.” “You got me.” “Fine, I want your hot sweet pussy.” “What will you give me if I go back there with you?” Nine inches didn’t seem like the thing to say, although it was exactly what Tristan was thinking. “Pleasure.” “You’re not enjoying this?” “I’m enjoying it immensely. But not as much as I would enjoy fucking you.” Bringing her hand once more slowly to the tip of his cock, Karon ran her fingers around his slick head, before bringing them to her mouth to taste. “I’ll race you to the back, the last one there is on the bottom.” Chuckling, as Karon quickly opened her door and got out, Tristan tried to stuff his arousal back in his pants. “No fair,” he called over his shoulder when Karon dove in the backseat. “You had an unfair advantage.” “How’s this for an advantage?” Karon leaned over and nipped his ear, dropping a silk scrap of material in his lap. Yelping at the sting of pain, Tristan pulled away, amused by her girlish behavior. Karon was coming out of the sheltered shell she’d formed around herself and Tristan was happy he was along for the ride. As he opened the car door, the car light came on, shinning brightly on the red slip of silk in his lap. Picking it up, Tristan chuckled when he realized that they were her panties and glanced over his shoulder to Karon, who was looking demur and smug all at the same time. “Did you forget something?” “No those are yours. I thought all boys wanted a trophy of their conquests.” “So true.” Tristan leaned forward and draped the panties over his rearview mirror, showing off his prize of the night. “Tristan,” Karon gasped, her eyes alight with humor. “You can’t leave them there.” “Yes I can. All of us bragging boys do.” Slipping out the car, Tristan quickly closed the driver door as he opened the back seat passenger door, trying to disappear inside the car without being extremely obvious. The plan of course didn’t work. And as he leaned out to close the door, horns honked, light flashes, and voices rang out their approval. Tristan chuckled. Some things never really changed.
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