Hi J you look sort of knackered. I wonder why (winks)
Up All Night!
So, Raven very kindly
offered me a spot on her blog today but as I’m still in recovery after a
weekend with her and the other members of our group, I’m afraid I don’t have
anything deep and meaningful for you *ducks as Raven starts throwing things*
(As if I would.. well not much anyway, she'd throw them back, and she has a better aim than me.!)
What I can say,
following on from her last post, is that these friends have pushed me all the
way to publication. This week I have two releases which our crit group have
been very much a part of. Into the Wild, which was released yesterday, was my
first full length ms that I ever completed. It makes me laugh now that I
thought some of the scenes in it were too racy to share with the group at the
start. (If you’ve read Raven and Doris’s work, you will get the joke!) But the
girls were with me through every rewrite and painful edit and according to
them, they own a piece of my hero, Smith.
(that is so true, we do!)
The Blood Bar
Chronicles, released on Friday, is very much a joint effort. It is an anthology
of our short stories based on a night in Edinburgh and there will be three
books in the series. My story, In Her Element, tells the story of shy Ana who
meets Zanaan, a fire elemental but I can tell you, the other tales are very hot
too!
I’m hoping if I give
Raven a little teaser from Into the Wild and a look at my sexy cover it will
distract her enough until I make my escape…
(Hmm, yup you can go as long as you leaves Smith)
Blurb
After another doomed relationship,
Laurie Sommers cocoons herself in the 'living ghost town' of Coyote Creek. But
the arrival of Smith Masterson, her unrequited teenage love, torpedoes her cozy spinsterhood, setting her ablaze with a burning
desire she believed long gone.
A Texas Ranger through and through,
there's no room for a relationship in Smith's life - not at eighteen and
certainly not now, when he's investigating a robbery and the subsequent
shooting of the Captain. Persuading Laurie to fake a relationship to keep his
cover is the easy part; the hard part is restraining himself around her.
Excerpt
“Did you know Smithy’s packing heat?” David
jerked his head in the direction of her love interest, presumably in an attempt
to divert her attention from his flirting.
Laurie’s eyes were bright as Smith
opened his jacket to accommodate her, indulging in a leisurely perusal of his
built bod.
Only when she had wandered over the muscular
landscape of his thighs, did she get the joke. Slung low from his hip was a
black holster complete with replica pistol.
“Apparently I can’t be trusted with the real
thing.” Amusement danced in those chocolate irises, whether at her noticeable
fascination with the heat between his legs or the pretend gun, she wasn’t
certain.
“These guys are trained, professional in what
they do. They can’t have every Tom, Dick or Harry running about shooting all
and sundry.” Laurie respected Buster’s rules and expected Smith to do so.
“And which am I?” He let the coat fall closed,
and she realized she was still staring at his nether regions. It was as well
they hadn’t put him in a pair of leather chaps or she would never have torn her
eyes away.
“Tom?” He stepped closer.
“Harry?”
Another step.
“Or Dick?”
She licked her scarlet lips, the shadow of his
Stetson falling over her cleavage. Yep,
he knew what she had been staring at.
“Places, everyone!” Camille rapped the bar to
garner attention.
“Where do we go?” Smith’s arm curled around her
cinched waist.
“The fight scene usually starts over a card
game, so we need to blend into the background. There’s a perfect view from the
balcony if you want to see what’s going on.”
Laurie tried to focus on playing her part and
not the possessive hold of the handsome gunslinger at her side. Taking up position at the top of the
staircase, they had a clear view of proceedings. Visitors crowded around to
watch the drama unfolding between Wes and Buster, the dapper conman and the
gnarly cowhand. Smith leaned over the balcony rail as the gamblers set up the
card school below.
“How much?” he said
without turning around.
“Excuse me?” She had a feeling she knew where
he was going with this, but he didn’t sound as though he was joking.
“How much for an hour in there?” He indicated
the bedrooms with a nod of his head.
“Oh no, us saloon girls are here for company
only. We talk, we dance, we get you to buy drinks, but we don’t do that, sir.”
If he was letting loose and getting into character then she was happy to play
her part.
“No? The men of the old west respect that?”
“They do unless they want to enrage the
barkeep.” She could imagine Wes’s reaction to her being propositioned on his
premises.
“I think I’ll take my chances.” Laurie let out
a squeal when he lifted her off her feet. Throwing her over his shoulder, legs
and petticoats flying, he bundled her into the room.
“Sir, I think the establishment down the road
would be more suitable to your needs,” she said, half-heartedly fending off the
advances of the dashing stranger.
“I’ve got everything I need right here,
darlin’.” His mouth ravaged hers, and the hard, passionate kisses were every
bit as much of a turn on as the soft, lingering ones she had gotten used to.
Hoisting her by the rump, he pulled her close until his hardness pressed into
her belly. His lips and tongue pursued heedlessly, leaving her stunned by the
sudden turnaround in the chase.
Minimum effort was required to free
her from the restrictive corset. A quick tug poured her breasts into his greedy
hands, and his insatiable tongue relocated to attend her rosy tips. “You’re
beautiful.”
She wasn’t sure what the catalyst had been to
change his mind, but she wasn’t about to question his sudden horniness. Her
skin was on fire with every lick; it cooled with the breath of his reverent
words. The contrasting sensations had her spinning, the earth moving beneath
her.
Lifting her onto the dresser, he pushed the
cracked porcelain jug and basin to one side. He pulled her to the edge and
wrenched her thighs apart. A deft hand snaked along her silk-clad leg and
paused at the frilly red garter.
“What’s this?” He stepped back for a closer
inspection, and whistled. “I think we’ll leave that there for the time being.”
“Why, is it turning you on?”
He grabbed her hand and rubbed it along his
crotch, the rigid expanse answering her question. “What do you think?”
Had Smith finally decided to give in to wild
abandon? She certainly hoped so.
As if reading her mind, he ripped
her panties off in one, swift movement. She reached for him and stroked his
hard bulge begging for release. This time he made no attempt to stop her.
His silver belt buckle wasn’t so
co-operative, and she struggled to open it. “Do you really need to wear this
darn thing? It doesn’t make it easy for a girl to get in there, you know.”
With practiced movements, he released the catch
and whipped it out of his waistband. “Better?”
The green light had her popping the buttons of
his fly open, his firm length nudging her. The slight contact through the
cotton of his boxer briefs caused him to gasp. Desperate to see all of him, she
pulled him free, his long, thick cock springing proudly from a mass of black
curls. Slick in preparation, she anticipated its courtship.
The distant sound of shouting and tables being
overturned briefly stalled her. Smith’s cock jerked, impatient for tending. In
compliance, she encircled him with her hand, grasping firmly. He planted his
hands on the dresser and braced himself.
With the building friction along his shaft, he
moaned and thrust. She cupped his sac, massaging until his tip glistened with
the promise of what was to come.
Into the
Wild is available through Evernight
Publishing
And BookStrand
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Website: http://jorjalovettauthor.weebly.com/
Ah, Smithy :-D
ReplyDelete*swoons happily*
Oh and Hi Jorja and Raven ;-)
AH Smith indeed!
ReplyDeleteWell done Jorga!
I see you ladies are on first terms with him lol
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by!
Congratulations on your successes, ladies. Have a drink for me in celebration. :)
ReplyDeleteCheers Lorraine!
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