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Summer Seduction Blog Hop Sign Up with @SilkenSheets

14 Jun

 

The group blog I belong to–Silken Sheets and Seduction–is doing a blog hop in August to celebrate the sexy days of summer! If you want to join the hop, click here and add your blog. If you’re an author, you can toss in a book to our digital giveaway.

 

If you’re a reader, get ready to enter for a chance to win some seriously fabulous prizes! My alter ego, Roxie Rivera, will be giving away a full set of the Her Russian Protector print books (hotness!) and I’ll be giving away…well…I’m not quite sure yet. But it will be awesome. 🙂

 

 

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Grabbed By Vicious #3 on Fantasy/Futuristic Romance @ Amazon!

6 Apr

Well this was an interesting discovery to make this morning! Probably the only time in my life I’ll be squeezed between Stephanie Meyer and Diana Gabaldon! 🙂

 

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Grabbed By Vicious Sneak Peek! #scifi #capture #romance

15 Mar

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GRABBED BY VICIOUS releases on March 29 from Ellora’s Cave. This is the first book in my new GRABBED series.

In this scifi erotic romance series, Earth descendants who limped into a far corner of the galaxy on generational ships were given refuge and Calyx, a planet of their own, by the Harcos, the dominant, powerful race that controls the solar system. Now, many years later, a civil war rages among the Harcos. The battleship Valiant has been sent to patrol the area around the planet Calyx. Aboard this ship are some of the most vicious and battle-hardened men of their generation–and they’re all looking for wives.

The big, sexy sky warriors earn points through valor in battle. With enough points, they’re eligible to enter the Grabs, a race where young, unmarried women chosen by their village lotteries try to outrun them. Very few succeed but Halllie wants to be one of them.

BLURB

Hallie has never run so fast in her life. One of the frightening sky warriors from the warship Valiant is hot on her heels and intent on capturing her as his bride. He takes her down, places his collar around her neck. With one word, he claims her.

Mine.

Born and bred for the military, Vicious has spent years rising through the ranks. Hallie is his reward, the beautiful sprite ensnaring him with a glance.

Despite her fear of Vicious, Hallie surrenders under his skillful hands and mouth. If she’ll submit, he promises pleasure and comfort. After a lifetime of hardship, his offer tempts her greatly.

One night with Hallie and Vicious feels his protective instincts flaring. He’ll do anything to make her happy and keep her safe, even if that means surrendering his heart. Though he intended to master her, Vicious realizes it may be his sweet Hallie who masters him.

Inside Scoop: Our heroine endures trials and mild violence with strength equal to that of her warrior mate. (She also endures a collar and light BDSM, but she quickly learns to like that part.)

EXCERPT

She’d never run so fast in her life. Lungs burning and ribs aching, Hallie leapt over a downed log and hit the mossy ground running. Her heart raced as she sprinted through the woods.

She couldn’t get caught. She had to evade the wild-eyed, vicious-looking man hot on her tail.

Her gaze darted around the forest for natural markers. She’d studied the grid all morning and had mentally mapped out various routes through the woods, all of them leading her straight to the safe zone. If she reached that space of refuge first, she couldn’t be Grabbed, couldn’t be claimed by one of those fearsome warriors from the sky ships.

Panic gripped her belly at the sound of snapping twigs and rustling brush behind her. She kicked up her pace, bare feet pounding the ground even quicker. Though her thighs and calves were on fire, she had to go faster. She might collapse when she reached the safe zone but that was better than being captured by that blue-eyed devil.

They were a strange people, these Harcos warriors. Unlike her ancestors who had arrived in this star system aboard a generational ship from Earth, the Harcos people were native to this sector. They were a warrior race of incredibly technologically advanced humans. They were larger than the average Earth descendant and ascribed to a rigid, militaristic society.

But they’d given Hallie’s ancestors this small planet named Calyx. Instead of firing upon the generational ship that had limped into their solar system, they’d rendered aid and brought her ancestors here to this beautiful, wild place. They’d established a sort of quarantine around the planet and viewed those Earth pioneers as an endangered species of sorts. No one came on to the planet, and no one got off, for nearly four hundred years.

Until the war raging in the system spilled on to Calyx and the insurgents came…

Hallie’s ears perked to the crunch of twigs and ground cover under heavy boots. She gulped but kept running. The image of the massive warrior made her belly tremble.

She’d noticed him watching her from the dais before the Grab began. One glimpse of the white-haired man who towered over the others had struck fear in her heart. She’d never seen a shade of hair that pale on a man in his prime, nor had she ever seen arms so thick and corded. The all-black military garb didn’t do much to soften his intimidating image. She’d noticed the insignia on the left side of his chest. He wasn’t a mere soldier. The man was an officer, which meant he was the most ruthless of the ruthless, one so brutal and vicious he’d managed to survive countless battles and proved himself more merciless than the other men.

And he wanted her.

She’d known the second their gazes clashed that he was going to chase her. Her only advantage? Her small size and speed. All those late-night runs for the political dissidents who called themselves Red Feather, and the early morning training runs, had finally paid off. She’d always known this day would arrive and had always known her only chance to escape her village and this backward planet was to survive the Grab, earn her rights as a free woman and buy passage on a transport ship to the colonies.

Of course, she hadn’t planned on it happening so soon. She had her sister to thank for this nightmare, but those troubling thoughts could wait. Right now, Hallie had to focus on survival and evasion.

In the distance, she heard a squeal of excitement. She wasn’t surprised. Most of the women chosen in the lottery saw it as a stroke of good luck. They’d twittered excitedly when rounded up this morning and placed in the pen hastily constructed in the village center. The men from the sky ships Valiant and Arctis who had earned enough points to participate in the mating ritual had stood atop a raised stage to survey the stock. They’d leered down into the pen in search of the tastiest morsels. Hallie and a few of the other women who shared her view of the barbaric Grab ritual had kept their gazes fixed on the race grids.

She understood why some women viewed the Grab as an exciting prospect. Life in Harper’s Well wasn’t exactly hell, but it wasn’t an easy existence. Backbreaking labor in the fields and the monotony of housekeeping and childrearing seemed never-ending. The town council enforced an agrarian, pacifist and natural lifestyle. In exchange for protection from the horrors lurking in this end of the galaxy, they had agreed to provide the more superior Harcos race with food, other goods and women for breeding.

The life expectancy for a woman in Harper’s Well was incredibly low. It wasn’t much better in The City. Her own mother had died at just thirty-four years of age from a complicated labor. She’d lost the baby too. Hallie didn’t think she’d ever forget the bloody scene or the screams of agony wrenched from her mother’s throat as the baby descended breech. If they’d lived in The City, or even the outlying outer space colonies, in places where medicine and science were encouraged and actively practiced, her mother would have lived. Here, though, there were no hospitals and no doctors. To even consider such a thing was akin to heresy.

Hallie wanted to escape all that. Watching her mother die a senseless death had shown her what lay ahead in her future. If she wasn’t Grabbed by a Harcos warrior, she’d end up married to a farmer and have ten children by thirty, if labor and delivery or some other illness didn’t kill her first. Her daughters would endure the same fate. There were no universities. There was no freedom of choice.

But the stories she’d heard about what happened to the women taken away to the sky ships terrified Hallie even more than the idea of facing a bleak future here. Belonging to one of those ruthless killing machines was too frightening. No. She had to win this race. She had to escape the Grab zone and reach safe territory.

A menacing laugh echoed in the wilderness. Eyes wide, she glanced over her shoulder and spotted the blue-eyed, white-haired man. He flashed his teeth in a grin and sprinted toward her. Her stomach lurched. She raced forward. “No!”

Her gaze scanned for some place to hide, some way to escape this man’s clutches. There was nowhere to go. Even if she climbed a tree, she was sure he’d follow—or simply knock it over. The man was built like a bull. Knowing her luck, he’d probably throw his shoulder against a tree trunk and uproot it with little effort.

The fine hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stood on edge. She gritted her teeth as panic started to take hold. Adrenaline saturated her blood stream. She had to get away. She had to—

“Oof!”

Two burly arms wrapped around her waist and lifted her from the ground. She screamed and kicked, refusing to be taken quietly. Her violent thrashing knocked her captor off balance. He started to fall forward and she flinched, certain she was about to be smashed between his huge body and the hard ground. Instead, he spun and bore the brunt of their impact. They bounced twice and skidded a few inches on the grass.

Something primal ignited in her brain. He’d gone down. She was on top. She had to escape.

She slammed both elbows into his chest and scrambled free from his grasp. She slipped and barely evaded his clutching fingers.

In an instant, he was on his feet and chasing after her again. She jumped a couple of logs and decided a zigzag pattern was in her best interest. She just had to keep him at bay a little longer.

The sight of the small stream up ahead filled her with dread. It was just deep enough to slow her down if she waded into it and tried to swim, but it wasn’t very wide. She eyed the ancient tree she’d played in as a child. The old knotted rope they’d all used to launch themselves into the water still hung there.

Not bothering to slow down, she leapt onto one of the boulders they’d used as a diving board and snatched the rope. Her momentum carried her forward. She held tight to the rope and prayed it would sling her close enough to the other side. It was going to be a nasty jump but she didn’t have a choice.

Hallie let go of the rope and flew like one of the tree squirrels she’d laughed at as a child. She hit the opposite bank at an odd angle. Mud squished between her bare toes. She tumbled forward but quickly regained her balance and started to run.

The sound of a branch snapping seized her attention. She glanced over her shoulder just in time to see the man falling into the stream as the rope slackened. At any other time she would have laughed her ass off at the sight, but right now it was her only chance to get free. Falling into the stream and swimming to the other side would slow him down.

She rushed into the forest, her mind racing as she compared the natural markers to the map of the Grab zone. She realized how close she was to freedom. It spurred her onward. Her entire body ached but she pushed through the pain. Better to endure one night of discomfort than a lifetime of misery with that monstrous man.

She burst through the tree line and spied the roped-off area denoting the safe zone in the distance. Hope exploded in her chest. I’m going to make it!

In the next instant, all that hope was dashed.

Somehow, her would-be captor had caught up with her. He grabbed her again, this time taking her to the ground with finesse. His soaking-wet clothing hadn’t slowed him down much.

Now the cold wetness seeped through her thin shirt and shorts. She fought him every inch of the way to the grass. Even when he pinned her smaller body beneath his, those strong thighs clamped on either side of her waist, she twisted and snarled. She tried to slap him but he was too quick. He snatched her wrist and yanked her arm above her head. He hastily secured her other wrist in the same big hand.

When he leaned forward, she held her breath, certain he was going to hit her. She’d heard the stories of their brutality. After the way she’d fought him—and nearly won—she supposed she’d probably wounded his pride. Eyes closed, she waited for that first strike, certain the pain would be unlike any she’d ever felt from her father’s fist.

But it never came. Instead, the most shocking and unexpected thing happened.

He laughed.

Her eyes popped open at the rich, rough baritone. He’d tossed back his head as he laughed, his neck elongated and the smallest hint of a tattoo peeking out from his shirt collar. When he gazed down at her again, it wasn’t with derision or anger. It was amusement that glinted in those pale blue eyes. He stroked her cheek with his fingers, the rough fabric of his black gloves rasping her skin. “My god, but you were worth the chase.”

Hallie didn’t know what to say to that. He was glad she’d almost beaten him?

“I’ve never felt more alive in my life,” he admitted. He lowered his face until it was mere inches from hers. He studied her intently. “You’re so beautiful.” Then with a twitch of his lips, he added, “But I think you’re going to cause me a great deal of trouble.”

“Let me go,” she begged.

“Never.”

“You don’t want me. I’m not the docile kind of woman your people prefer.”

“Oh, I know.” His lips ghosted across her cheek. “You’re exactly what I want, though.”

She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the strange heat blossoming in her lower belly as his lips moved across her skin. Keenly aware of his strength, she tried to remain perfectly still. So far, he seemed amused with her. She didn’t want to anger him.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice gruffer now.

She didn’t dare ignore him. He pulled something from his pocket.

Hallie shuddered in revulsion at the sight of the simple white collar with its silver latch. “No. Please.”

“Sh,” he whispered. His lips, surprisingly soft and gentle, pressed against hers in a chaste kiss. She tried to struggle beneath him but he was just too powerful. The collar encircled her neck, not very tightly, and locked into place. Silent tears dripped from her eyes and spilled onto her cheeks as his lips hovered near her ear.

“Mine.”

***Swing by next Friday, March 22, for the second half of this hot opening scene!***

Big, Sexy Hands (Or My Strange Turn On) @SilkenSheets Today!

2 Jan

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I’m blogging at Silken Sheets & Seduction today about strange turn ons like, oh, big, sexy hands.

Also–we have new bloggers and a reviewer on the Silken Sheets team! You should come by and check them out!

And, finally, I’m a smidge behind on notifying winners and getting out prizes for the last blog hop. Like, ohmigosh, spank me bad! It’s top of my to-do list for today and tomorrow.

Merry Menage Give@way Hop! (Dec 1-8)

1 Dec

***Update***

The winner of this hop is JanD! I’ll be contacting you via email ASAP.

***Update***

One of my favorite parts of the holiday season is all the yummy food. I grew up surrounded by a huge extended family. We typically spent Christmas Eve with my grandparents (Dad’s side) and then went to Midnight Mass. Looking back, I’m shocked so many of us fit into my grandparents’ tiny house–but fit we did!
The smells of Christmas are some of the most vibrant memories of my childhood. The cinnamon from bunuelos, the hot chocolate, the spicy tamales, the luscious sweetness of the Christmas candy my mother always made–I’m smacking my lips over here!
Food was such a big part of my culture and childhood that I find cooking and kitchens sneaking into my books.
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In Between Friends, Mick, Eddie and Whitney alternate cooking duties and share some of their sweetest moments at the dining table or rubbing elbows in the kitchen.
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In Three-Day Weekend, Shelby bonds with Chuck while peeling potatoes and making dinner for his pack brothers.
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Tom and Frank, the super sexy alpha males in my Holiday Menage series, seduce Lexi, the girl of their dreams, over a gourmet Valentine’s Day dinner–and then turn her into their dessert!
Food is love, I guess, and I suppose that saying about the way to a man’s stomach might just be true. Or, at least, it is in my books! :0
This year, we’ll be doing Christmas at home. DH and I have started talking about the traditions we want to share with kiddo. The cookbooks are out on the dining table and we’re making notes to email and text various family members for specific recipes. I’m excited to try some new things. My addiction to cooking magazines is proving useful this year!

Drop me a comment about your favorite holiday foods or food memory (with your email address, please!) and I‘ll pick one winner at random for a one year subscription to Taste of Home cooking magazine. This giveaway is US only. The giveaway ends December 8, 2012.

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Come join our Merry Menage Giveaway Hop hosted by Day Dreaming, My Secret Romance and The Book Tart!
Need a new bedtime story to light your fire? Looking for something with a little heat to warm you during the cold holiday season? Feel like decking the halls naughty style? Well then, come join us as we stand under the mistletoe for this wickedly sexy giveaway hop! The more the merrier! Have no worries, we’ll help you trim your trees, deck yours halls, and spark that fire!

You can find the rest of the blog hop stops here or you can visit the next three stops with:

Nicole Morgan

Bonnie Bliss

Moira Keith

Let’s Be Thankful for Sexy Men @SilkenSheets

21 Nov

 

It’s been a hectic week so instead of my usual witty post at Silken Sheets and Seduction, I’m doing a post filled with pics of sexy men. Lots of delicious man flesh, y’all. So hop on over and take a peek!

 

 

 

Stuck in a Sex (Scene) Rut

7 Nov

 

I’m blogging at Silken Sheets today. The topic? Sex scene ruts and how I try to avoid them. And, yes, there’s talk of porn. Because I’m a dirty birdie like that. :0