Saturday Sexcerpt – Over My Undead Body by Debbie Cairo

Over My Undeady Body by Debbie Cairo

Over My Undeady Body by Debbie Cairo

Here’s an excerpt from Over My Undead Body by Debbie Cairo.


 As if he sensed my hunger, Billy unbuttoned his shirt sleeve and rolled it up. He offered me his arm and I could smell the blood coursing just under the skin. I turned away feigning disgust, mainly to hide the fangs which were now filling my mouth.

“You must eat,” Billy stated matter-of-fact. “I need you strong and you haven’t fed this evening.”

I didn’t answer him. I was too busy hiding my fangs so he wouldn’t see how much his offer had affected me.

“Fine, if you won’t take from me, take from the underling.” His anger was barely veiled. He pushed a button on the door and the partition between me and the front seats opened. “Underling, your mistress needs to feed.”

Without hesitation Louis’ arm emerged through the opening. This time I didn’t need to act as if I were revolted, I actually was. I know at some point Julia must have drank from Louis, but to me it seemed almost incestuous. I moved my head even further away from the offering. Billy let out a loud sigh of frustration and closed the partition, almost catching Louis’ hand in the process.

“This is not a game. What is your name anyway?”

“Lizzy,” I said, my face still buried in the car seat.

“Well Lizzy, you’re just going to have to suck it up. You must have agreed to the exchange and now you need to deal with the consequences of that decision. You’re weak, you haven’t fed, and we don’t have time to find you an alternative food source—so drink!”

He thrust his arm at me again. This time he wasn’t offering, he was demanding and he wasn’t holding it out to me, he was pushing it right at my mouth. My body betrayed me again. The burning hunger emerged again and with it fangs. I closed my eyes and bit down on his wrist. Warm blood flooded my mouth like a tongue during a passionate kiss. Billy moaned and it pulled me out of the moment. He was sitting with his head lying back, a look of ecstasy on his face. As I sucked groans traveled from his chest out his mouth. There was a noticeable erection through his pants.

The warmth flowed from my mouth and circulated through my body, pooling in the most intimate places. His blood was intoxicating. My strength was growing and with it the need to have his body. I wanted him naked and I wanted him inside me. It was a singular thought and it was consuming me. I withdrew my fangs from his arm and through force of habit dragged my tongue across the bite marks which elicited another deep groan from him. His eyes opened halfway, still drunk with desire and lust.

 Okay definately more of a Tease!  Dammit Debbie!

You can find Debbie online at:


AuThursday – Debbie Cairo

Hello Naughty Boys and Girls!  I’d like to give a warm welcome for my dear friend Debbie Cairo.  I met Debbie years ago at an RT Con.  She lives in Chicago and is here to tell us about her brand new book, Over My Undead Body. 

Debbie – tell us a little about your most recent book?

            I call it Freaky Friday meets Beverly Hillbillies with fangs.  It’s a story of a working class girl who switches bodies and lives with a wealthy vampire, though she gets more then she bargained for.  What the vampire neglects to tell her is along with power and wealth Lizzy will be inheriting a vampire council in the middle of a war and the king of that council who she will soon find out, she is married to.

Q: How long have you been writing?

            I’ve been writing now for about seven years.

Q:  When you are writing, who is in control? You or your characters?

            Definitely the characters.  It’s their story; I’m just along for the ride.

Q:  What is your writing process? Do you outline, fly by the seat of your pants or a combination of both? Do you use mood music, candles, no noise, when you write?

            I fly by the seat of my pants.  I make up the story like a movie in my head and when I can see it clearly, I sit down and write it.

 Q: What advice do you have for other writers?

            Only do it if you love it, because the business end is frustrating.  Also find good friends / writing groups to support you.

 Q:  How did you deal with rejection letters, if any?

            I take them with a grain of salt.  Most of them are form letters anyway.  You never know if you’re being rejected because of business decisions at the publisher or your work.  I try not to take it personally.

 Q: Would you tell us your story of getting “the call?”

            I was so excited!  I got a simple email saying that they would love to publish my work.  I was all over my iPhone emailing and calling my friends with the good news and asking my already published friends, “What do I do now?”  Their answer was … edits.

 Q: What books can we expect to see in the near future?

            I’m working on a novel called When Good Toys Go Bad about a world where all the men have been wiped out by a plague and androids have been built to take their place.  It’s the story of a forbidden love between one of those androids, who goes beyond his programming, and a courageous woman who risks everything to save him from the scrap heap.  

Q:  Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?


Join me on Saturday when we read an Excerpt from Debbie’s Book “Over My Undead Body”

Until then, Be Naughty!


Saturday Sexcerpt – Trouble with the Law by Tatiana March

Hey Naughty Boys and Girls Tatiana is sharing the Saturday Sexcerpt with uss!!! This is from Trouble with the Law.

 “No,” he told her. “I want to watch you watching me.”

His gaze locked with hers as he methodically unfastened the buckle on his belt. Rather than reach for the zip on his jeans, he slowly pulled the worn leather band out of the loops and folded it in his hands before stepping aside to set it down on the desk by the window.

Then he scraped out the chair and settled on it, lifting one foot over the opposite knee. Justine felt her mouth go dry. She hadn’t looked at his feet before, hadn’t realized that instead of shoes or sneakers he wore hiking boots. She listened to the sounds as he yanked the laces loose, and one by one removed the boots and the socks underneath.

Still looking at her, he stood up and raised his hands to his waist. “Sorry,” he said, and a quick smile quirked his lips. “Commando. I was in too much of a hurry to look for underwear when I got dressed.”

The metal zip rustled as his hands edged down, and then with a sweeping motion he shoved the jeans down his powerful legs. His erection swung free, pointing at the ceiling. Justine couldn’t help but stare, her mouth ajar. Her breath ran in swift gasps as she tore her attention back to his face.

She caught the flash of pure male satisfaction in his eyes, and then he moved to the bed and crouched down beside her. “Happy birthday,” he murmured, brushing a chaste kiss on her lips.

Justine laid the flat of her palm over his chest. She could feel the warmth of his skin, the slight moisture the steamy night had drawn on it, and the steady pounding of his heart. She slid her hand along the smooth muscles, following the downward taper of the dark line of hairs.

“Not yet,” he murmured. Gently but firmly he placed his hands against her shoulders and pushed, until she fell back to lie down on the bed. “I want to kiss every inch of your body. I don’t care how long it takes, but I’m going to make you mine like no man has ever made you his. I’m going to find nerve endings on your body you didn’t know existed.” A crooked smile played around his mouth. “And I’ll do my best to have you begging before I finally slip inside you.”

Justine closed her eyes. A soft moan rose deep within her as she felt the wet heat of his mouth over her collarbone. Her back arched, exposing her throat. His kisses trailed along her neck. His breath brushed over her breast as he edged down her side, and she realized he had meant it literally when he told her that he’d kiss her everywhere.

The drag of his lips in the sensitive dip of her waist sent her shivering. Her arms flew up from her sides, and she buried her fingers into his dark curls, attempting to guide him to her breasts.

“No,” he said, capturing her wrists and pressing her hands down against the bedspread. “Not yet.”

He roamed her body, found the tender spots inside her elbows and at the back of her knees. In between kisses, he smoothed his palms over her skin, feeling her contours–the curve of her hips, the swell of her buttocks, the long line of her legs–as he slowly removed the few scraps of clothing she wore.

“Please,” she whispered as he worked his way up along the inside of her thigh. He raised his head to look at her, and then he laid his hand against her abdomen, heavy and warm. Slowly, he inched his touch over her belly, finally reaching the valley between her breasts, and halting there.

Justine closed her eyes against the barrage of sensations. She wriggled in a desperate search, until his hand met her breast. She cried as a wave of tension gripped her, making her feel as if her body was a knot he’d suddenly yanked unbearably tight.

“Please,” she murmured. When his thumbs brushed over her nipples, she jerked up on the bed, a sharp cry escaping her throat.

He hushed her, but she couldn’t control her voice. A keening sound filled the dimly lit room. She felt the mattress dip as he climbed up beside her, and then his mouth closed over hers, in a slow kiss that dulled her cries to a muffled whimper.

And just when she thought she could bear it no more, he leaned on his elbows and covered her body with his, fitting his legs between hers. “Are you sure?” he asked, his words low and husky.

“Yes,” she told him, and shifted beneath him to welcome him.

Such a shame we have to wait until November for more.  Meanwhile you can beg Tatiana for more at her website.

See you there,


AuThursday – Tatiana March

Project Seduction by Tatiana March

Project Seduction by Tatiana March

Welcome Naughty Boys and girls today one of my fellow Resplendence Authors joins us, Tatiana March.  Welcome Tataiana,  Would you tell us a little about your most recent book?


 My last release was a while ago, in July 2008. PROJECT SEDUCTION is a contemporary romance from Resplendence Publishing. The heroine is a banker who decides to reinvent herself when she moves from the UK to the US. She wants a social life, but hasn’t got a clue how to go about attracting a man. So, she applies the skills from her job and draws up a flowchart how to seduce a man. As a target she selects her neighbor, a surly cop who is the single parent to a rebellious 12 year girl.


Q: What was the most difficult aspect of this book?

 To keep the balance between the romance, the side plot of money laundering, and the meddling antics of the hero’s daughter.


Q: How much research did you conduct for this book and what was the most interesting thing you did while conducting your research?

 I did lots of research on money laundering. My background is in finance, and I worked really hard to keep everything accurate without getting too technical. I also researched the locations, traveling out to San Diego. The nicest bit was trying out the scene where the heroine and the hero’s daughter are in a swimming pool on a cold autumn evening. You really do get a thick mist hovering over the pool when the air temperature gets cooler than the water.


Q: How do you make time to write?

 By neglecting everything else. I write in big chunks, up to 15 hours at a time.


Q:  When you are writing, who is in control? You or your characters?

 Definitely the characters. I don’t write outlines. I plot in rough terms, but I keep it all in my head. I’ve tried outlines, but they don’t work for me as I end up not following them.


Q: What advice do you have for other writers?

 Don’t take the “rules” too seriously. By rules I mean stuff like no back story, no telling, keep clean POV, etc, etc. Virtually every bestseller I’ve read breaks almost every rule. It is important to be aware of the guidelines of good writing, but you should feel free to break them if you believe it makes the scene better.


Circle Star by Tatiana March

Circle Star by Tatiana March

Q: Would you tell us your story of getting “the call?”


 My call was an email. I had an agent for a couple of years, but they didn’t sell anything. So, after we ended our relationship, I submitted CIRCLE STAR, a western historical, to Resplendence Publishing. They asked to see the full manuscript. I emailed the file and was offered a contract two days later. Two days!!!


Q: What was the most exciting thing that happened to you after you signed your contract?

 Getting reviews. It is so hard for an author to evaluate their own writing, getting feedback from readers is fantastic.


Q: If you weren’t writing, what would you be doing?



Q: What books can we expect to see in the near future?

 I have a full length romantic suspense, SECRETS OF THE PAST, released from The Wild Rose Press on 4 September. After that, I’m working on several contemporary novellas for Resplendence Publishing. Shorter books, higher heat levels. The first, TROUBLE WITH THE LAW, will be released on 17 November. The next, HOME FOR A SOLDIER, will come out in March 2010.


Q:  Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

Thanks for joining us today Tatiana!  Join me on Saturday when we read a sexy excerpt from one of Tatiana’s books.

Until then Be Naughty,


Saturday Sexcerpt – Hot Crossed Buns by Maddie James

Hot Crossed Buns by Maddie James

Hot Crossed Buns by Maddie James

 Here is a short blurb and excerpt book two in the Matchmaking Chef series titled Hot Crossed Buns


 Wild Katie Long, she’ll never settle down, will she? But Chris Marks has had his eye set on her for a long time. She just doesn’t know it yet. When Chris hires Suzie to set him up with a romantic dinner for two, so he can woo Katie in style, Suzie does all she can to set the scene and the mood. Thing is, Katie isn’t about to be wooed and she’s hotter than hot crossed buns when she figures out what Suzie and Chris are up to.

 Then Suzie turns the tables on both of them, when she switches the mood by supplying Chris with a couple of items that just might tame Katie after all: handcuffs and a leather riding crop.


 Behind her, the porch creaked and at once, she felt something cold clamp onto her right wrist.

“Sh, sweetheart. Don’t turn around. Don’t say a word. And do exactly as I say.”


Oh, hell’s bell’s.

Five minutes blurred by in a nano-second. He’d cuffed her, carried her upstairs, stripped her naked, and secured her to the four-poster bed with two sets of cuffs before she could protest.

Although she did protest. A little.

“What do you think you are doing?” she told him.

“Making you come to your senses.”

“I know my senses and they are just fine. Let me go, you bastard.”

“Not a chance, Sweet Pea. Tonight your ass is mine.”

“You can’t hog-tie me and…” Shit. She got it.

Oh, damn. Damn! Bless your ever-loving, matchmaking heart, Ms. Suzie-Q!

She trembled inside a little at the anticipation of what was to come.

Apparently, Suzie hadn’t forgotten what she’d told her last night and apparently, she had somehow communicated those private needs and desires of hers to Chris.


She strained against the cuffs looking up at him. From behind his back, he pulled out a leather riding crop and straight away, her pelvis palpitated.

AuThursday – Maddie James

TheCurseWQuoteToday Maddie James joins us as we rack her brain about her author experiences.  Let’s get to it shall we?

Q: Do you have a favorite hero in all your books? For any particular reason?

I have to say that Jack Porter, from The Curse, the first book in my Legend of Blackbeard’s Chalice time travel series, is my most favorite hero. Jack came to me while on vacation in the Outer Banks many, many years ago and I soon became obsessed with him. He’s an arrogant, Alpha, oh-so dark and handsome, and rugged 18th century male. He was as much as fascination for me, as for the heroine, Claire—a 21st century female—in the story. Claire and Jack both continue to live in my head and in book five of the series, I will return to them. But how? That’s a secret. <G>

Q: How “Hot” do you like to make your sex/love scenes and why?

I have two pen names, so I write a different level of heat for each. Maddie loves to make her love scenes hot and spicy and sometimes pushes the envelope a little into more graphic, erotic scenes. I also write as Mia Jae, and her love scenes are usually pretty scorching. As to why, it usually depends on the story and the characters. I let them lead the way.

Q: What are some of the best reviews to date so far on your books?

I am particularly proud of a reviewer top pick from Night Owl Romance for my romantic suspense novel Murder on the Mountain. ( )

I also love that another romantic suspense, A Perfect Escape, received 5 angels from Fallen Angel Reviews.

Q:  Which country would you most like to visit and why?


A friend of mine just left Scotland and I’ve been following him on Facebook, which only renewed my lust for wanting to visit that country. I don’t know why, something about moors and weeping fog and fields of heather and big slabs of stone and yes, kilts, call to me. Hm, maybe I need to write another time travel series…

Q:  On average how long does it take you to write a book?

It depends. I have a full time day job so there are many factors that influence how fast I can write.  Deadlines motivate me tremendously. I can write a novella in a month or so and a full length novel in 3 or 4 if pushed by deadline. I’d rather give it a lot more time than that, though. I’ve contracted for a couple of novel length works in 2010 and 2011 and have tried to give myself at least 6 months in the schedule to do those; however, that doesn’t always work out.
Q:  When a new book comes out, have you ever been nervous over readers’ reaction to it? How much does reader reaction mean to you as an author?

 Reader reaction, of course, is always important. I don’t stress about it though. I know that readers have preferences and sometimes that preference may not be the kind of book I write. That’s okay with me.

Q:  What do you feel is the most important aspect for all new authors to remember when writing or creating their own stories? Any advice for aspiring authors?

Be true to yourself, to the story, and to the characters. Get to know your characters very, very well. Sometimes I think I should spend more time with mine than I do. And of course, write and keep writing until the story is finished and polished to within an inch of its life.

Q:  The editing process is an important aspect of an authors’ life. How do you define the editing process for any of your books? Do you have a routine you follow when in editing mode?

 I do have a routine and most of the time I follow it. Sometimes not. First and foremost, I do something that a lot of people say not to do, and that is edit as I go. I cannot, NOT, edit as I write. I polish and layer as I go, so by the time I get to the end, I feel fairly confident about what’s come before. It’s a two pages forward; three pages back kind of thing for me. But the key is that I continually move forward. The story is still in my head. It won’t go away. It just takes me a little longer to get all of it down on paper the first time.

In a perfect world, I do have a final self-editing process I follow, which involves letting it sit for a few days once finished, reading it through on the computer again, doing searches for pesky words, word endings, and phrases I often misuse or repeat, and reading it out loud. It’s surprising how many little quirks you can catch when you read the story out loud. Once I’m confident it works, it goes off to my editor, and then the next process begins.


Q:  What is on tap for the rest of 2009? Do you have other WIP’s you want to get published?

 Maddie has one release left for 2009. Mate to Order is the last novella in my Matchmaking Chef series.  Mia Jae, my erotic other self, has a novella coming out in September titled Lust, Lies and Tinsel Ties. It is part of a Christmas anthology with Catrina Calloway, Demi Alex and Melinda Barron.

 Q: Who has had the most influence on your writing?

 My long-time friends, critique and writing partners, authors Janet Eaves, Jan Scarbrough and Magdalena Scott. I don’t know what I’d do without them.

 Q:  Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?



 Thank you so much, Tina! It’s been a pleasure spending time with you.

Thanks Maddie for stopping by.  Join me on Saturday when we read and excerpt from Maddie’s Hot Crossed Buns part of the Matchmaking Chef Series.

Until then…Be Naughty,


Saturday Sexcerpt – The Centurion & The Queen

by Minnette Meador

by Minnette Meador

by Minnette Meador

“Will you behave yourself?” he asked.

 “No, Marius,” she whispered, her voice deep with hunger and mirth. “Do you want me to?”

His lips curled into a grin, and he released her face and hands. “Absolutely not.”

With a fluid motion, he pulled the tunic and cloak off her body and watched the sudden chill make her breasts shiver.

Marius pressed his lips to hers slowly, evenly, sending a ripple through her flesh. Delia could feel nothing but the weight of him as it enfolded her, pressed against the length of her naked body. His strong arms wrapped around her and his wide chest crushed her breasts, her nipples begging for his lips. The feel of the hard skin and taut muscles of his buttocks under her fingers was exquisite. The pressure of his hardness grew against her pelvis, made her whimper with longing for it.

All at once, there was nothing in Delia’s universe but Marius kissing, touching, biting, and exploring every inch of her body with his mouth, his tongue, and his hands. For the first time in her life, Delia forgot everything else. The bliss sent an earthquake through her loins, causing her body to teeter on the brink of the sublime.

Nothing in her experience prepared her for the new sensations; the tingle in her neck, arms, and hands; the tightening of her belly when a wave of lightning engulfed it; the escape of her moisture as it saturated her, swelled her. Once unrestrained, her passion was urgent, desperate, and critical, but Marius forced her to yield to his slow pace, his unhurried touch, bringing her, again and again, to the edge of rapture and then denying her, until she wanted to beg for it.

Marius’ lips devoured hers; his tongue explored her mouth, her neck, and her ears. His teeth found her breasts and her nipples, his tongue torturing them until she moaned in need.

With a movement that startled her, he forced her legs open with strong arms, cupped her buttock in his hands, and lifted her hips to meet his mouth. With gentle, delicate flicks of his tongue, he brought her close to the edge so many times she lost count in delirium. Delia could do nothing more than squeeze the blankets.

His hands finally opened her, slowly, gradually, insistently. With his thumbs, he spread the softness, the moistness, grabbing her wrist to force her own hand to feel for herself, and laughing at her greedy caresses. Marius moved Delia’s fingers to the soft head of his erection where she let them linger and explore, running the tiny, delicate pads over the heavily veined skin. Delia could feel herself blush and prickles of pleasure moved through her arms when he grew harder in her hand. She squeezed instinctively, feeling the muscle throb and flex, forcing her to tighten her grip. More moisture drenched her in anticipation.

Marius’ fingers slowly entered her, first one for a slow count of ten and then a second one, stretching her, kneading her hot flesh, preparing it for something more. He stroked her with a gentle urgency and held onto her when the first wave of ecstasy took hold, making her back arch uncontrollably and forcing a scream from her lips.

Marius was on his knees, his erection full. He pulled Delia onto his lap, and slowly, very slowly, an eternity it seemed, slid her down the stiff muscle, inch by inch, sucking her erect nipples into his mouth, his teeth, and guiding her body with his warm hands.

When she was full with him, hardly able to take him all, she opened her eyes and touched his dark, creased face, losing herself in his black gaze. Love flooded her senses, mingled with the urgings of her body, and left her breathless. There had never been a moment like this in Delia’s experience. Marius began his rhythm—up and down, slowly, methodically, in and out. Again, Delia could barely hold her passions, but Marius used his eyes to command her to comply with his touch, bringing her repeatedly to the edge, but not letting her pass over. Pulling her wrists behind her back, he held them in one hand, forcing her to submit to the rhythm of his body.

Soon, their breathing, the movements of their bodies, and even the hiss of their blood, reflected on their glistening skin and resonated in their pounding hearts.

Finally, as the beat of their desire reached its climax, Marius let go of her wrists, wrapped his arms around her, and let them release together in an explosion that neither of them had ever experienced before. The room disappeared, the night became a cloudy blackness around them, and they clung to each other as if their lives, their minds, and their souls had melted into the darkness. The only sound was the scream of voices echoing repeatedly in their ears.

Ooh that was a tasty little Sexcerpt.  Yummy!  Remember you can find Minnette Meador online at:



AuThursday – Minette Meador

Q: What got you interested/started in writing?

To be honest, Star Trek. I was a budding hopeful in 1966, a 10 year old with dreams of grandeur. I was not only going to write for the series, I was going to star in it, and marry James T. Kirk. ~LOL~ Things have sure changed!


 Q: What, in your opinion, are the most important elements of good writing?

Characterization, plot, and humor. A good writer keeps a reader turning the pages, reading well into the dead of night. She makes them not only love the characters but want to be them (or with them, if you know what I mean ~wink, wink, nudge, nudge~). And, if she’s really good, the reader will become so enmeshed in the story that they never want it to end. All, of course, with great humor and humility.

Q: What were your feelings when your first novel was accepted/when you first saw the cover of the finished product?

Let’s see… my heart exploded and my husband had to scrap me off the wall, metaphorically speaking, of course. There is no finer feeling of accomplishment… well, except giving birth, maybe.

Q: What do you do to unwind and relax?

I LOVE movies, so that’s what I do to unwind. I also meditate, but I’d rather watch a good movie.

Q: If you could leave your readers with one legacy, what would you want it to be?

  That my stories will entertain their children and their children’s children. That my characters, whom I love so dearly, will enrich every life they touch.

Q: Who are some of your favorite authors?

Heinlein, Spider Robinson, Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams, Rex Stout, Mary Stewart, Ann McCaffrey, Piers Anthony, just to name a few…

Q: What is coming up on your schedule, book-wise, in the next year?

My next book is a children’s book called A BOY & HIS WIZARD, a read aloud book about choices. It will hit the stands mid-November. Then I have two more Starsight books coming out March and November of next year, another children’s book (A BOY & HIS LIZARD), and hopefully THE GLADIATOR PRINCE (sequel in the Centurion series), KEENAN’S DILEMMA (paranormal romantic comedy), and THE BELL STALKER (being written live at Also, I have a contribution in A CUP OF COMFORT FOR FATHERS coming out in April. If I have time, I also have a new YA sci-fi I’ve outlined called ARPEGGIOS IN THE DARK about the first half alien/half human hybrid teenager. This list may expand if I get cracking on everything else.

Q: What is your favorite quote and why?

The way out is the way through. It exemplifies my life.

Q: Have you ever encountered “negative” feedback on your work so far?

Fortunately, I’ve only received one bad review, but I learned a lot from it. The rest have been stellar. Even with the most negative feedback, there is always something to take away.

Q: To date which of your books was the hardest to write and why?

 THE EDGE OF HONOR was very difficult to write because it was my first sequel and is a very complex story. I had to do extensive research on a time that had very little written about it. The end result was very satisfying, however, and I learned a lot. It’s one of my favorites now.

Q: Where can readers find you on the World Wide Web?

Actually, since I live there it’s very easy to find me ~LOL~ Here are some links, to name a few… oh, and I’m addicted to email, so feel free to drop me a line sometime:


Thanks Minette!  Join me on Saturday when we read a sexy excerpt from Minette.

Until then be naughty!


Saturday Sexcerpt – Hallie’s Cats by Fran Lee


Welcome Back Naughty Boys and Girls.  Join me in reading today’s Sexcerpt from Hallie’s Cats by Fran Lee.



Hallie James loves cats—she just never realized she was one herself. Not until she met delicious leopard shifters Gar and Cal, one sinfully dark, one beautifully golden. 

A terrifying meeting with a runaway pit bull lands her on her butt on the sidewalk. But when the dog’s owners appear out of nowhere, asking if she’s all right, Hallie has the most shocking reaction to their mouthwatering…scent!


Cat pheromones are powerful, and Gar and Cal’s attraction to the human is as instant as hers is to them. Hallie finds herself caught between two cats—hot and hard Gar, and his hot and delicious little brother Cal. When a gal is confronted with such a succulent choice, why not enjoy the fact that cats aren’t monogamous?



“You all right?” The quiet, deep voice was directly behind her. The unexpectedness of the question finished her. The milk exploded, drenching her in white, and she gave a shriek of shock, falling sideways onto the pitted sidewalk, her paralyzed body going suddenly limp. It felt as if her heart was going to explode like the damn milk! She knew the voice had come from the other side of the tall, wrought iron and stone wall, but the next thing she saw was a man bending over her, reaching out a hand to take her bags from her clenched hands.

What the hell? She blinked up at the man then back along the sidewalk. There was no gate except the one the dog had burst from, and that gate was over a hundred feet or more away. He would have had to climb or vault over the wall, and that, even for an athletic man, would take some doing.

“Sorry about Tigger. He isn’t dangerous but he can be pretty damn scary,” the deep, warm-honey voice murmured as she was relieved of her destroyed bag, then the intact one was lifted from her death grip. “Come on, and I’ll get you some towels.”

Hallie reached for the lean hand dangling in front of her face, and allowed the stranger to drag her up from her ignominious repose on the milk-splattered concrete. She patted herself down for possible injuries before she blinked up at him and rasped incredulously, “You call that…that…thing…Tigger?” Visions of a sweet boingy critter almost made her laugh.

It was then she saw him clearly for the first time, and she almost sat back down on the wet sidewalk again.

Stunning dark gold eyes in a face that dragged her breath away and held it captive, forcing her to fight for air. Odd eyes on a man whose hair was jet black. And after she managed to get past that face, her eyes slid down the long length of a body so utterly mouthwatering, she was sure she’d died and gone to heaven. Because there wasn’t a man alive who could possibly look that frigging good in a ratty T-shirt and torn jeans.

Those gorgeous eyes looked so concerned, she barely managed to restrain her raging libido before she blurted out something completely unsuitable, like a squeal of delight as she tackled him and abused him terribly. She had the insane desire to lick him. Nibble him!

Yeah, he should be worried! Walking around unprotected from random female attackers who would love to get a piece of all that marvelous— Ooooh! Hallie dragged her milk-wet hand out of his and forced a shaky laugh.

“Did my steak survive, or am I gonna have to go back down the hill and catch that bus back to the supermarket?”

Dark brows drew together over those glinting topaz eyes, and his hand shot out to stop her from sagging sideways again. “You probably shouldn’t try to get up yet,” that delicious warm-honey voice said, somewhere just above her left ear.

Why the hell am I sinking again?

“No! I-I’m…fine,” were the last words out of her mouth before he tilted oddly and vanished from her sight. Whoa, she was back on the damn sidewalk again? Oh, there he was, leaning down and reaching to check her pulse. Why the hell was he bending over her again? Mmmm, she would love to reach up and drag his gorgeous body down to her level. And what the hell was he…

“You think she’s sick?” a quiet male voice asked somewhere beyond her line of sight.

“I think she got a good solid whiff of pheromones. She’s totally out of it. Here, you get the bags,” that lovely warm-honey voice murmured, and she was suddenly rising from the sidewalk, floating, and then she was nuzzling into a hard chest and inhaling the delicious, heady scent of the man with the golden eyes. Ooooh, he’s totally edible!

“That’s not normal, is it?” That quiet voice again.

“No. I think she’s sensitive to us for some reason. I feel like a fucking catnip mouse.” The warm-honey voice sounded irritated, but who cared, when he smelled so damn marvelous?