let's go Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos

It's Breathless on Friday...           Time for another good book

                                         

so let's go...

Let Music Tell the Story

A great big thank you to Raven McAllen for hosting me on her blog today! 

(you are very welcome—R)

I am very excited to be here and celebrate my newest release Undercover in Six Inch Stilettos, book one of the Secret Lives of Police Wives series.  In this first book of the series, Cyndi Mills is the wife of over-zealous, often over-bearing and always over-protective police officer Jason Mills. She is desperate for a little time to herself so she takes a job cleaning office buildings for four hours every Friday night. The work is boring and she is way underpaid but the time is hers. Until the chance to earn hundreds of dollars a night using her love of dancing comes along working as an exotic dancer in a local gentleman's club. Her act breathes new life into old 1980's rock songs and is a big hit.  The only catch is she has to keep it a secret from her husband, which she manages to do until she steps right into the middle of a messy crime plot and has to either risk her marriage or the lives of the women she works with.

I love music almost as much as I love writing and as a child of the '80's I am still a big fan of the American rock 'n roll hair bands. Many of my favorite songs of the time are referenced in the book by Cyndi and her fellow dancers. They have become a playlist for the book and the basis for the music I listened to while I wrote the story.

1.     Girls, Girls, Girls                                Motley Crue

2.     Pour Some Sugar on Me                 Def Leppard

3.     Sweet Child of Mine                        Guns 'n Roses

4.     Cherry Pie                                          Warrant

5.     Rag Doll                                             Aerosmith

6.     You Give Love a Bad Name            Bon Jovi

7.     Like a Virgin                                      Madonna

8.     Trashy Women                                Confederate Railroad

9.     Copacabana                                      Barry Manilow

     I'm sure you're wondering how Barry Manilow made it to a list of rock and roll songs. A sweet, young Hawaiian girl named Lola is all I will say.

 If I could have worked another song into the book, I would have added something mellow like one of the great rock ballads of the decade. Perhaps Jason and Cyndi need a love song. Cinderella's You Don't Know What You Got (till it's gone) would fit nicely as number ten on the list and the ending of the story.

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Blurb

Even a cop's wife has secrets… When young exotic dancers start disappearing, can Cyndi find the missing girls without exposing her own little secret?

Cyndi Mills has a great life. A handsome husband that desires her, a beautiful daughter, and friends she could trust with her life. It's only logical that she secretly takes a job as an exotic dancer at one of Virginia Beach's night clubs.

When dancers start disappearing, Cyndi is determined to get to the bottom of it. Unfortunately, solving the case means her overly protective husband has to know that she has been lying to him for months about where she goes every Friday night. Cyndi has no idea just how deep she will get by going undercover as a confidential informant. Will she risk her marriage to find justice?

Excerpt

Jason leaned against the counter, arms folded across his chest. She recognized that look immediately. He was doing the cop thing, analyzing her, and she could tell he knew something didn't add up. His left eyebrow rose just a tad higher than the right as he studied her. "Why do you have glitter in your hair?"

Cyndi shook her hair and a shower of glitter rained down on her sweatshirt. Damn. Somehow she had missed a boat load of sparkle. Damn, that stuff got everywhere.

"Jody brought her daughter's costume for a dance recital to work so I could help her fix a tear. It was all covered in sparkles. The damn stuff got on everything. Had to go back over the carpets with the sweeper twice and I'm still not sure we got it all."

Jason continued to stare down at her from his full six feet of height. His stare was laser sharp, his presence imposing. It was no wonder he was so good at catching the bad guy. Hardened criminals squirmed under the intensity of that stare. Hopefully he couldn't see through her despite the fact she felt as transparent as the shower curtain hanging in their bathroom.

"You think Harper is going to want to do that stuff?"

"Harper is four. It's a little early to predict if she will be a dancer or a swimmer or...whatever."

"Yeah, well, I just don't want that glittery stuff all over the house. The guys won't ever let me live it down, I show up to work all sparkly like that." He shook his head.

Cyndi stepped closer to her husband and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm exhausted, honey. How about we go to bed?"

Jason hugged her close. "You gonna wear a little French maid's outfit like you do when you clean those offices?"

"Jason!"

"Can't fault a guy for trying." Jason's grin was a sharp contrast to his earlier scrutiny. He pulled out the neckline of her top and peered down into it. "Come on. I know you gotta wear some kinda uniform!"

Thank God she had changed in to her old white bra from the discount store and left her bustier at work. Stepping back, Cyndi held her arms out and spun around slowly. "You're looking at it, baby. Doesn't my ratty old sweatshirt turn you on?"

"Not as much as a little maid's outfit would. It's nearly Halloween. Maybe I ought to pick one up for you to wear at work. You know, so you don't mess up your own clothes."

"Ohhh, Jason... you are such a guy!"

"You would rather I be such a girl?"

"Of course, not! Just don't be so obvious about being a man all the time." Cyndi filled a glass of water from the tap, drank it in one gulp, then placed her used cup in the sink before heading toward their bedroom. "Come on, cop man. You play your cards right I might let you frisk me before we go to sleep."

Cyndi heard light switches flip, door chains sliding and the announcement that the house emergency alarm was being set. Jason rushed through his nightly round of safety checks as he yelled to her from various locations around the house.

"Do you have anything on you that might hurt me?" Snap went the deadbolt on the front door. "Needles, knives, or guns?" Click went the security latch on the sliding door to the back yard. "Do I need gloves or cuffs...?" 

"Not sure you're gonna need gloves but cuffs might be fun," she called back as she climbed out of her clothes and dropped into the cool sheets.

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Author Bio

Carolyn LaRoche grew up in snow country but fled the cold and ice several years ago. She now lives near the beach with her husband, their two boys, two finicky cats and one old dog. When she is not at the baseball field cheering on big hits and home runs, she is busy teaching science to unwilling teenagers.  

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Twitter: @CarolynLaRoche

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#NewRelease... The Witch's Protector... Meet Henry...

Lucky me, I have Doris O'Connor and her fab new book, The Witches Protector to spotlight today...

And the cover... *Drool*

As for her inspiration for Henry... I'm almost tempted not to share but keep the picture all to myself...

However, I'm going to be nice...

(I make no apologies for this picture being in here twice...)

Now I've wiped the drool up, so over to you Doris...

Hello lovely peeps. Excuse the over excited bouncing, but I have a new book out you see. Well, duh, of course you see, because why else would I be doing my demented bunny impression on Raven’s blog.

I still get terribly over excited on release day, and I reckon the day I don’t is the day I need to hang up my writing hat, and do something else. It’s just such a privilege to do something I love and to know that the ramblings of my mind have been liked by my publisher, editor, and will hopefully be liked by you, the readers.

As a panster writing is always an adventure to me, and this particular series is no exception. I first conceived the idea for this series when we were on holiday in Cumbria. All those wide open spaces, the fells, those pretty little villages tucked behind twisty roads…. Yeah… perfect shifter country.

Originally I intended Her Bear Protector (book one of the series) to be a little short stand alone, but Ronan and Tina had other ideas. The book morphed into a much longer story then I had first envisaged, and I fell utterly in love with a side character called Mrs. H. She is the resident witch, and I just knew that I had to tell her story next, so The Protectors, the series was born.

Still, Mrs. H remained close lipped about her story, until I came across this picture.

I wrote a flash for it, and it stayed with me. I had a light bulb moment in fact, as to how Mrs. H met her Henry, and once I started writing my fingers flew. What’s more Mrs. H revealed to me the names of the other Protectors. Leon, Eva, and Sasha, and for the first time ever I wrote a series in order.

The Witch’s Protector is Mrs. H’s and her Henry’s story.

Her Lion Protector is the story of Mrs. H’s daughter Rebeca and her lion shifter Leon and releases April 28^th

The Vampire’s Protector is Eva’s story. She’s an eagle shifter mated to a vampire and will release May 26^th

Her Panther Protector will be Sasha’s story, and is yet to be written J

Originally that was going to be it, but I get the feeling the series will shift into London, as we have a new character appear in the later books. Master Sabre is a tiger shifter and head of the London Protectors.

So, who knows… lol. Like I said writing for me is one grand adventure, and I’m always humbled when these characters trust me to tell their story, and I have no say in what that is. I’ve learnt long ago, to simply shut up, and take dictation.

*smiles*

Now, if you’re still with me after all that rambling, let me introduce you to Henry and Mrs H.

Blurb:

[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, shape-shifters, witches, werewolves, consensual BDSM, sex toys, HEA]


~They’re the men mothers warn their daughters to stay away from~

In 1957 the tiny village of Middle Brook is caught between two warring MCs, the Mongrels and the Lupines. As a fledgling Guardian witch, not yet in full control of her immense powers, Joanne Lilley knows to stay away. When she witnesses the Mongrels leader being run off the road, the instant connection she feels to the wolf shifter changes everything. Is he the one destined to awaken her?

Henry Hastings is the Alpha of his pack, and the village’s Protector. He’s a man with a vision—all shifters will unite against the evil that haunts Cumbria at night—something the Lupines vehemently oppose. Finding his mate is a young and innocent witch, wasn’t part of that vision, but the fates have decided.

Being with him places Joanne in danger, as her awakened powers are sought by his enemies.

When disaster strikes, Henry is faced with an impossible choice…


Available now at 10% Discount at Bookstrand

I’ve picked you and exclusive and HAWT excerpt too. You have been warned.

*grins*

“No.” That one word came out much harder than he had meant to be, and Joanne firmed her lips, and slid to her knees in front of him.

Fuck. How was he supposed to keep his composure with her kneeling like that, looking good enough to maul. Her pale skin still held the sheen of her earlier arousal, and his dick lengthened and hardened further, until the flared tip of it pushed through his waistband and he had to undo his jeans or cut off his blood supply completely.

Joanne’s eyes widened, when his cock sprang forth. Slick with his pre-cum already it ached for her touch, and seeing her lick her lips again, meant he was in serious danger of shooting his load right here and now.

His wolf growled low and his claws ran out and pierced the fabric of her arm chair, as he grasped hold of the sides to stop himself from burying them in the red mass of her hair, and force her head down on his cock. He had to remember that she was new to this. They hadn’t had that discussion yet, and he’d already pushed her far too hard. The fact that she had been with him every step, even now grew wetter, as she took in his erection didn’t mean he could forget all they had to discuss. His wolf whined, but he, too, sensed that same holding back in her, mixed in with a firm determination, that made breathing difficult, as she reached out and touched the tip of his dick.

“Please let me…” She looked up at him, smiled and then whispered, “Sir.”

Henry drew in a sharp breath at the soft title, and her brows drew together in a frown. She looked so adorably worried, as she chewed her bottom lip with her teeth that Henry released the death grip he had on the arm rests, and sheathing his claws cupped her face with his hands. He smiled at her, and ran his thumb over her lips, freeing them from the torture her teeth were inflicting on them.

A shudder went through her frame and she leant closer into his legs, until he could feel the hard points of her nipples poke him even through the denim covering his legs.

“Why did you call me that, little red?” he asked, his voice thick with emotion, and she blinked. Henry lost himself in the beauty of her eyes. The pupils were so dilated that only a small ring of moss green remained around the outer edges, and giving into the need to taste her, he bent his head further and claimed her lips.

The sweet scent of spice and cinnamon that was so unique to his little red exploded on his taste buds as he ran his tongue along the seam of her mouth, and Joanne opened to him on a groan. Rising up from her knees slightly she closed the distance between them further, until she had almost crawled on his lap, and his cock slid through her labial lips.

They both groaned and Henry deepened the kiss, while his cock did his best to seek entrance into her tight channel. Shit, he had to stop this. This was not how he wanted to take her maidenhead, but Joanne’s hips took on a mind of its own, as she kissed him back with reckless abandonment, while rocking herself along his dick.

It was exquisite agony having her soft flesh slide across the sensitive head of his cock, and Henry broke the kiss and using his claws ripped her dress clean off her.

“Yes, god yes, take me, please, Sir.” Joanne gasped the words as her breasts fell free and Henry drank his fill of the little handful that would fit perfectly in his palm.

 “So fucking beautiful, little red. Hold still, so that I can appreciate you fully.”

She pulled a face and dragged herself against his dick one last time before she held herself just poised above him. Little beads of perspiration dotted her brow, and she hissed out a breath when Henry ran his hands over her tits, and cupped them. Just as he had predicted they fitted perfectly into his hands, and he ran his thumbs over her tight little nipples. They firmed and grew harder for him, and with a wicked grin in her direction he bent his head and suckled one red-tipped bud into his mouth, while he rolled the other one between his fingertips. Joanne gasped and a renewed gush of her essence coated his dick, and the tip of his cock slid into her hole.

Henry sucked harder around his precious mouthful and Joanne’s knees gave way. The move meant she impaled herself on his dick, and Henry froze as she cried out in pain, and the coppery scent of her blood hit his nostrils. The tight muscles of her cunt wrapped around his dick in a vice-like grip, and Henry swore.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. Let me pull out.” He grabbed her hips, but Joanne tightened around him, refusing to let him go. Pleasure erupted along his cock, and spread through his body as his wolf howled his pleasure at being buried balls deep in his woman.

“No, it doesn’t hurt anymore, please, just let me… oh god that feels so good. I’m so full, and…”

Joanne’s voice trailed off, as her body took over, and she instinctively rode him. Her movements meant sheer torture for him, and he grasped the armchair again, to stop himself from taking control. Instead he drank in the sight of his little witch, as she used him to bring herself pleasure. Head thrown back with her hair tumbling down her back and long strands of it falling across her breasts, mouth slightly open, her skin flushed, and murmuring incoherent sounds, she was breathtakingly beautiful. The sight of his thick cock disappearing into her cunt, slick with her arousal and traces of her blood was so erotic that Henry’s balls drew up tight, ready to eject his seed into her. His wolf whined at the thought of marking their woman such, and Henry closed his eyes and counted backward. Anything to stave off his impending orgasm. He wanted her to come first, to be crying out in ecstasy, before he came, because his cock would lengthen, and thicken. His knot would hurt her otherwise.

“Touch your nipples for me. Pull on them, and make yourself come, sweetheart. I can’t hold on. That’s it, harder, girl.”

Hanging on by a thread he ground out his demand through gritted teeth, as her movements became more uncoordinated, her breaths choppier and her cunt rippled around his dick in orgasm-inducing temptation. He could feel himself growing harder, longer, the knot forming at the tip of his dick that would lock them together for a while after he spilled.

Forcing his eyes open his gaze connected with Joanne’s as she rode him harder, her fingers pulling at her breasts with much more force then he would have used. He pulled her down for a kiss and caught her groan of pain in his mouth. She kissed him back with desperate abandonment, and one hand buried in her hair he ran his free one down between their bodies until he found what he was looking for. Her clit felt hugely engorged under his fingertips, and he flicked it hard, sending his precious girl into an intense orgasm. The spasms of her pussy muscles send him, too, over the edge. Pulling away from her mouth he gave a long drawn out howl, as his dick locked tight inside her cunt. Henry released stream after stream of his seed into her tight body. The action set Joanne off again, and when the last tremors of her release finally stopped, she collapsed against him with a small cry.

He tipped her chin up and kissed the tears of her face. His gut churned with worry, even as his cock remained locked inside the warm confines of her pussy.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked. “We can’t move yet. I’m sorry. I should have explained this.”

A most unladylike snort was his answer, and Joanne snuggled in closer into his chest.

“No, you killed me.”

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Thanks, Raven for letting me bounce around on here. (Thank you for Henry—R)

Stay naughty, folks.

D xxx

#MidWeekTease where Debra plays nurse *wink*

it's time for #MidWeekTease

(braam has tried to break a fight up0

The doors open and a disheveled Braam got out. He’d shed his jacket somewhere, his once pristine white shirt had a smear of what looked like blood on and there was a rip across the shoulder seam. His eye was puffy and dried blood congealed on his cheek. He looked like he’d gone half a round with a champion boxer and lost.
His head was bowed and he stepped out of the lift with weariness in every move he made.
“Braam?”
He lifted his head.
“Deb? You waited?” The look of tiredness vanished from his stance and he
straightened. “Thank God.”
“Yes, well. You been refereeing a stramash?”
He looked bewildered. “I don’t know, have I? I’ve been helping the guys on the door.
Some assholes thought they needed target practice and chose Howard and Andrew. I helped the idiots to realize the error of their ways. The trouble was they took a bit of persuading.” He touched his right eye gingerly. “Is it black yet?”
Debra stood on tiptoe and held onto his shoulder for balance.
Braam winced and she dropped her arm and swayed. “Oh, shit, sorry. Are you sore there?”
“Honey, I’m sore everywhere. One of the bastards jumped me from behind and then ran off.” He shook his head gently. “I’ve got to go back down and give a statement in a minute. I told them I needed to get cleaned up and ring head office, so I could come and explain. I honestly didn’t think you’d still be here. So thank you.”
The kiss he gave her was soft and gentle, but Debra’s reaction to it wasn’t. Blast. One touch and I’m jelly.
Deb wanted to melt into him, but mindful of his aches and bruises, she held herself back just an inch.
“Dammit, woman, kiss me back properly.” Braam muttered the words against her mouth. “I need you.”
He held her so close the heat of his body warmed her. Her skin tingled, goose bumps covered her body and the hairs on her arms stood on end.

Well, if he wasn’t bothered about hurting himself more, why should she be? Deb sank into the kiss, mindful not to touch his puffy, bloody cheek. She welcomed his tongue into her mouth and swirled her own tongue around it. Braam groaned and held her ass so his cock pressed against her. It was hard and to Deb, in her instant arousal-befuddled state, enormous. It didn’t put her off from sliding one way then the other over it, though.
When he lifted his mouth, she felt empty. That emptiness was soon changed to excitement, as Braam nipped his way down the nape of her neck and nuzzled the top of her breast over the neckline of her dress.
“Wanted to do this all the time you sat in the lounge.” His breath skittered over her skin as he spoke. “Wished we were alone and I could do this as well.” He nudged the neckline down an inch and his cheek touched the soft swell. “Ouch and fuck. Wish I didn’t hurt.” He pressed one long, sucking kiss to where the top of her boob met her chest then stood up. “Hell, Deb, as ever, one look, one touch with you and I’m almost out of control. I’m sorry.”
His look was so reminiscent of every boy who’d been caught doing something they shouldn’t, Deb had to force herself not to laugh. “No you’re not, don’t lie. You enjoyed every minute of it.” She paused and ran her hand gently over his cheek, the one farthest away from his rapidly swelling eye.
“True enough.”
“Good, so did I.”
His eyes widened and he grinned. “Ouch, don’t make me smile, laugh or cry. It hurts
too much. But I’m not forgetting that. Rain check and to be repeated as soon as possible.” He tucked her hair behind her ear. “Please?”
“We’ll see. Perhaps, maybe.”
He lifted the eyebrow of the non-injured eye.
“Yes, more than likely. Now is there anywhere around here I can clean your face up
before you go and get grilled?”
“My room, I guess. Over there.” He pointed to a doorway in a corner at a right angle to
the lift. Debra hadn’t noticed it before. It was the same color as the walls and set back from where people would walk.
“Come on then, or there will be people looking for you before we’ve finished.” Debra heard the double entendre and waited for his comeback. He didn’t make one.

“Thank you.” His voice was flat and unemotional. “So much for our talk.”
“Well, we can talk later, let’s sort you first.” Deb took his arm as they walked the few yards to the door. “Key?”
“Key? No, no key, er numbers. Hold on.” He slid a tiny panel to one side and pressed the pad it hid. “Now push.”
She pushed and the door opened onto a carpeted corridor. Two doors led off it, one marked ‘Fire Escape’. The other had no tag.
“For whoever needs it. I’ve been sharing my time between here and home for what seems like forever.” He pressed another keypad and opened the door.
“Welcome to my parlor and all that, except I couldn’t jump you even if you let me. I’ve got a nasty feeling my bones will seize up if I make any unexpected moves.” Under his tan, he looked gray.
“Sit down before you fall down. What is it with men and not admitting how hurt they are? Are you sure you’re okay to report or whatever? Should you not go and get checked out by the doctor or something? Where’s your first aid kit?” She snapped the questions out as he sank into a large button-back chair and closed his eyes.
“Door on the left, top drawer, right-hand side. Thank you. I’ve been checked out. One of the guests is a doctor. He agreed I had bruises and a cut on my shoulder. I was lucky— Howard called the police and the siren scared them away.”
Debra didn’t say anything but went into the next room, a compact bathroom, with little to mark it out as his. She found the first aid kit and went back into the main room. Braam still sat where she’d left him.
“Braam, don’t go to sleep.” She spoke sharply and he opened his eyes. Oh, Lord, what if he has concussion? She tried to remember her first aid course but all that ran through her mind was R. I. C. E.
“I won’t and before you go all worried on me, I’m not concussed just knackered. Oh and annoyed that I’ll have to put our...” he paused. “Chat off.”
“Well it’ll wait.” Debra took hold of his head and gently wiped the blood from his cheek. He immediately looked one hundred percent better. “Do you have a clean shirt or something? So you won’t scare the punters and it’ll make you feel more with it.”

“Yeah, good idea. Thanks, honey, I feel half human.” He stood up and fumbled with the few buttons still left on his shirt. Debra watched his contortions for a few seconds. 

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