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So in the last blog hop one of my readers asked me if I’d seen the new reality show Breaking Pointe. It’s about making it at Ballet West in Salt Lake City, Utah. Honestly, I’d never heard of it since I’m not a big TV watcher (Castle & Revenge nonewithstanding), but I googled it and ended up watching every episode because it reminded me so much of Campbell’s journey in DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE.

Southern belle Campbell Layne is the rising star of the Manhattan Ballet Theatre, providing she lands the upcoming principal role. The stage heats up, however, when Rod Carrington steps in and teaches her more than she ever expected.

Campbell is determined to stay focused on the audition that will push her into stardom, but the dazzling attorney she meets at a gala proves to be a major distraction especially when he ends up being her professor in a college class she’s taking in her spare time. Campbell humiliates herself on their first date, but that doesn’t stop Rod from whisking her off to Italy and turning her into quite the vixen. Too bad he also had to use his powerful influence to secure the lead for her. Now she’ll never know if her talent was real or “bought” by the man she thought was the love of her life.

Here’s one of my favorite snippets from DWAM. It’s all about Campbell dancing. I know, such a shock I’m not giving you a love scene excerpt like I usually do. LOL (Although… DWAM ADULT EXCERPT …. just sayin’)

BALLET EXCERPT:

Well, she was in Italy and not about to sit around on her butt wasting this opportunity. Only the guilt from being such a glutton over the past few days had her working out before she went sightseeing. Rod’s ballroom, or whatever it was supposed to be, was still partially under renovations with scaffolding in one corner. Paint cans and drop cloths littered the floor. She pushed them out of the way and used one of the metal rods on the scaffolding as a ballet barre. The classical music coming from her iPod filled the room, resounding off the high ceiling painted with an old mural she could barely make out.

She did her barre work on both the right and left side then put on her pointe shoes to practice her audition piece. By the second run-thru, the sun decided to make an appearance and peered through a tall arch window. It hit the prisms of the enormous chandelier, casting thousands of Roy G. Biv colors all over the cream marble floor. She danced on rainbows.

God, what an experience. What a memory. She wanted to run to the library and pull Rod in here to see.

But something held her back, and even as her gut said their time was drawing to an end, she refused to let the gloom dampen her mood. She switched out the classical selection for a country playlist for her cool down, but decided the love ballads might not be a good idea so she pressed the pop music tab. Sore hamstrings made her wince when she sat in a pike and bent at the hips to touch her nose to her knees, but it was a “good hurt,” the dancer term when tight, sore muscles stretched past the pain. Working through the soreness was the only way to make her muscles feel normal again.

It took twice as long to stretch today. Campbell hadn’t realized how sore sex could make a person. Her folds were tender, but that was to be expected. She hadn’t, however, anticipated everything to hurt. Her abs ached from all the contracting. Her inner thighs and glutes rebelled against the many times they’d squeezed, preparing for orgasms. She was totally counting all that as one of her workout days.

Once done, she flipped her toe pads inside out to air out and wound the pink satin ribbon around the heel of each shoe. She made sure to tuck in the end of the ribbons extra tight to prevent them from slipping out as her luggage got tossed around. Nothing was worse than wrinkly ribbons, except when a knot came loose during a show and you got slapped with a fine—not that this ever happened to her since she carefully whip-stitched herself into her shoes before a performance.

****

It wasn’t a sex scene, but the mention of one! Sorry, it’s that dang “Sexy, Sassy & Southern” voice. I just can’t help it.

Okay, so back to reality shows. I LOVE me some Project Runway. What’s your favorite?

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DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE EXCERPTS

2011 LRC Best Contemporary & 2012 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence winner CAN’T FAKE THIS buy Kindle version on Amazon and all versions at Loose, Id.

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Thanks so much to Under the Covers Book Blog and Bona Fide Reflections for hosting this blog hop! Summer is here and we are heating things up even more with DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE then cooling it off with a delicious Tropical Temptation drink recipe!

Southern belle Campbell Layne is the rising star of the Manhattan Ballet Theatre, providing she lands the upcoming principal role. The stage heats up, however, when Rod Carrington steps in and teaches her more than she ever expected.

Campbell is determined to stay focused on the audition that will push her into stardom, but the dazzling attorney she meets at a gala proves to be a major distraction especially when he ends up being her professor in a college class she’s taking in her spare time. Campbell humiliates herself on their first date, but that doesn’t stop Rod from whisking her off to Italy and turning her into quite the vixen. Too bad he also had to use his powerful influence to secure the lead for her. Now she’ll never know if her talent was real or “bought” by the man she thought was the love of her life.

I’m giving away an ebook copy (International) of DWAM to a lucky commenter! Newsletter subscribers get a bonus entry.

“Bel-la.” Rod gathered her tighter and simply hugged her, burying his face in her hair.

For a second, the world stopped and her heart melted as he pressed his chest into hers. His woodsy, clean scent blended with the lemony smell of his starched shirt. She heard him inhale deeply, and the loneliness over the past few weeks faded away. Spreading her fingers wide, she slid them into the softness of his hair before gliding down to knead the muscles of his upper back.

“You’re tense.”

“I’m sexually frustrated.” His mouth found her earlobe. The metal on her earring clanked against his teeth. She let out a low chuckle.

“Me, too.”

“You smell like lavender and vanilla and taste cinnamony and sweet.”

“Then eat me up.”

“I intend to.” His palm slipped to her breast, giving it a firm squeeze before rubbing her nipple through the coat.

The satin lining stimulated her nipples further. “Hmm,” she moaned as her head fell back, and she arched into his hand. Rod granted her silent request, tugging at the knot at her waist and pushing the coat off her shoulders. His eyebrows shot up at seeing her unclothed. A large grin stretched across his beautiful mouth, his lips full and moist from kissing her.

“Come to my office and sit on my lap anytime.” He bent to lick a nipple.

She dug her nails into his back. “Yes, darlin’.”

“Patience, princess.” His tongue twirled around her areola as he squeezed her other breast. Switching his lips to it, he sucked the entire thing into this mouth.

His cock rubbed against her inner thigh, teasing her pussy with its nearness. Shifting her weight, she rotated her hips so his dick touched her clit. She was dying to have his long, hot, velvety dick deep inside her, stretching her wide. Her juices dripped in anticipation. “More,” she said, hoping to hurry him up. He groaned his approval and slid his fingers to her pussy, parting the folds, and rolling her clit back and forth with the tip of his finger. Sensations exploded, shattering her composure into a million pieces then melting them into a warm, liquid pool of satisfaction that heated her skin. Every nerve ending, every cell seemed attuned to his touch.

She moaned so loudly he raised a finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. Her response was to take it into her mouth and suck. God, she’d never felt such abandonment, such freedom at acting like a—what was the word? Siren. Yes, Campbell had discovered a side of herself she’d never known existed. Rod had coaxed a bit out in Italy, but now she felt all her inhibitions slip away. She wanted to show him that she was as wild and sexy as his other women.

Her fingers worked in desperate, quick movements to loosen his tie and undo his buttons. She pulled the shirt from his pants, spread the material, and dipped her head to taste his nipples. When she began to unbuckle his belt, he stilled her.

“Tell me you’re kidding.”

“It’s my turn, you seductive minx.” He reached behind her and sent papers flying to the floor. Circling his hands around her hips, he lifted her onto the desk.

   Raising her foot to his chest, she lightly speared him in the heart with her stiletto. He grabbed her ankle and deposited her foot on the arm of his massive leather chair. He did the same with her other leg then, running his hands from her calves to her knees, he pushed her legs wide. And feasted.

“Rod!” she gasped when his tongue made one long lick up her slit.

“Trust me, baby. You’ll love it.” He spread her folds with his fingers as his tongue streaked over her nub. “Hmm. You taste good. Always wondered what a girl raised on Southern sunshine would taste like.” He kissed her inner thigh and went back to licking her clit.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!”

He made a hushing sound.

“I can’t help it,” she whimpered. Asking her to be quiet was like telling her to go catch some minnows by hand.

His tongue lapped and brushed her sensitive spot, sending her into a spiraling need. She grabbed a handful of his hair, pressing his face harder into her pussy. He slipped his tongue into her hole. Her head spun, but he gave her no mercy as he pulled out to suck a pussy lip.

He tugged, gently scraping his teeth over it then making a smacking sound as he released it. “So long,” he mumbled before pulling the other into his mouth and repeating the exquisite procedure.  Rod slipped his thumb into her hole, rotating his wrist as he pumped her. His tongue returned to her clit, jiggling it back and forth. Her legs quivered and threatened to slip off the chair. She draped them over his shoulders. He stuck a hand under her ass and lifted her hips off the desk. Campbell crossed her ankles, trapping him between her legs and gyrating her hips as fulfillment closed in.

“Please, darlin’. Make me c–come,” she begged between pants.

*******

As promised, here’s a great drink recipe to cool things off.  Tropical Temptation is truly summer vacation in a glass!

Ingredients

• 1 shot tequila (recommended: Jose Cuervo)
• 1 shot pineapple juice
• Splash lemon juice
• 1/2 shot grenadine syrup
• Club soda
• Pineapple wedge, for garnish
• Ice, for serving

Directions

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DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE EXCERPTS

2011 LRC Best Contemporary & 2012 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence winner CAN’T FAKE THIS buy Kindle version on Amazon and all versions at Loose, Id.

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Wednesday marked the official first day of summer at my house since school got out at 11:00. And do you know what happened at 11:21? First fight between the 7 and 9 year old. Then again three more times before bedtime. Apparently none of my speeches about how there would be no fighting all summer long OR constant video games fell on deaf ears. And can I just point out that I’ve been giving the speech oh-so-casually for a week in preparation for summer? (Um… the speech today wasn’t so nice I have to admit.)

 My point is, I’m going crazy already! I can’t get any work done, forget going to the gym, and it’s not like I have the money to send them to camp after camp so how do you keep your kiddos entertained, occupied or out of your hair for a few hours? Luckily, the pool opens next week, but even that’s going to get old soon. I’d love some fresh ideas!

Welcome to the Sinful Sirens blog hop hosted by Under the Covers and Guilty Pleasures. Since we’re talking about Sirens, I’m giving away (international prize) an ebook copy of my Siren Publishing release DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE to a lucky commenter.   

Southern belle Campbell Layne is the rising star of the Manhattan Ballet Theatre, providing she lands an upcoming principal role. The stage heats up, however, when Rod Carrington steps in and teaches her more than she ever expected!

Determined as she is to stay focused on the audition that will push her into stardom, dazzling attorney Rod Carrington still proves to be a major distraction especially when he ends up teaching the college class she’s taking in her spare time. Campbell humiliates herself on their first date, but that doesn’t stop Rod from whisking her off to Italy and turning her into quite the vixen. Too bad he also had to use his powerful influence to secure the lead for her. Now she’ll never know if her talent was real or “bought” by the man she thought was the love of her life.

Here’s an X-RATED ADULT EXCERPT to tempt you further:

“Bel-la.” Rod gathered her tighter and simply hugged her, burying his face in her hair.

For a second, the world stopped and her heart melted as he pressed his chest into hers. His woodsy, clean scent blended with the lemony smell of his starched shirt. She heard him inhale deeply, and the loneliness over the past few weeks faded away. Spreading her fingers wide, she slid them into the softness of his hair before gliding down to knead the muscles of his upper back.

“You’re tense.”

“I’m sexually frustrated.” His mouth found her earlobe. The metal on her earring clanked against his teeth. She let out a low chuckle.

“Me, too.”

“You smell like lavender and vanilla and taste cinnamony and sweet.”

“Then eat me up.”

“I intend to.” His palm slipped to her breast, giving it a firm squeeze before rubbing her nipple through the coat.

The satin lining stimulated her nipples further. “Hmm,” she moaned as her head fell back, and she arched into his hand. Rod granted her silent request, tugging at the knot at her waist and pushing the coat off her shoulders. His eyebrows shot up at seeing her unclothed. A large grin stretched across his beautiful mouth, his lips full and moist from kissing her.

“Come to my office and sit on my lap anytime.” He bent to lick a nipple.

She dug her nails into his back. “Yes, darlin’.”

“Patience, princess.” His tongue twirled around her areola as he squeezed her other breast. Switching his lips to it, he sucked the entire thing into this mouth.

His cock rubbed against her inner thigh, teasing her pussy with its nearness. Shifting her weight, she rotated her hips so his dick touched her clit. She was dying to have his long, hot, velvety dick deep inside her, stretching her wide. Her juices dripped in anticipation. “More,” she said, hoping to hurry him up. He groaned his approval and slid his fingers to her pussy, parting the folds, and rolling her clit back and forth with the tip of his finger. Sensations exploded, shattering her composure into a million pieces then melting them into a warm, liquid pool of satisfaction that heated her skin. Every nerve ending, every cell seemed attuned to his touch.

She moaned so loudly he raised a finger to her lips in a shushing gesture. Her response was to take it into her mouth and suck. God, she’d never felt such abandonment, such freedom at acting like a—what was the word? Siren. Yes, Campbell had discovered a side of herself she’d never known existed. Rod had coaxed a bit out in Italy, but now she felt all her inhibitions slip away. She wanted to show him that she was as wild and sexy as his other women.

Her fingers worked in desperate, quick movements to loosen his tie and undo his buttons. She pulled the shirt from his pants, spread the material, and dipped her head to taste his nipples. When she began to unbuckle his belt, he stilled her.

“Tell me you’re kidding.”

“It’s my turn, you seductive minx.” He reached behind her and sent papers flying to the floor. Circling his hands around her hips, he lifted her onto the desk.

Raising her foot to his chest, she lightly speared him in the heart with her stiletto. He grabbed her ankle and deposited her foot on the arm of his massive leather chair. He did the same with her other leg then, running his hands from her calves to her knees, he pushed her legs wide. And feasted.

“Rod!” she gasped when his tongue made one long lick up her slit.

“Trust me, baby. You’ll love it.” He spread her folds with his fingers as his tongue streaked over her nub. “Hmm. You taste good. Always wondered what a girl raised on Southern sunshine would taste like.” He kissed her inner thigh and went back to licking her clit.

“Yes! Oh God, yes!”

He made a hushing sound.

“I can’t help it,” she whimpered. Asking her to be quiet was like telling her to go catch some minnows by hand.

His tongue lapped and brushed her sensitive spot, sending her into a spiraling need. She grabbed a handful of his hair, pressing his face harder into her pussy. He slipped his tongue into her hole. Her head spun, but he gave her no mercy as he pulled out to suck a pussy lip.

He tugged, gently scraping his teeth over it then making a smacking sound as he released it. “So long,” he mumbled before pulling the other into his mouth and repeating the exquisite procedure.  Rod slipped his thumb into her hole, rotating his wrist as he pumped her. His tongue returned to her clit, jiggling it back and forth. Her legs quivered and threatened to slip off the chair. She draped them over his shoulders. He stuck a hand under her ass and lifted her hips off the desk. Campbell crossed her ankles, trapping him between her legs and gyrating her hips as fulfillment closed in.

“Please, darlin’. Make me c–come,” she begged between pants.

He sucked like nobody’s business and swallowed her passion as she came fast. Rod reached to cover her mouth with his hand as she screamed and shuddered violently. He continued to lap up her pussy juices.

Holy fuck. Campbell thought she’d died and gone to heaven.

As her contractions slowed, he stood, causing her legs to straighten against the length of his body. He got his pants off enough for his cock to spring free. Positioning the head at her entrance, he plunged deep.

She watched him bite his lip. “Not so easy to keep quiet, is it?”

******

So did anyone else notice that the hop button is like the classic movie From Here to Eternity? Campbell is also a fan of classic movies. She even dressed in her trench coat and heels and marched into Rod’s office like those 1940 flicks. What classic movies do you like? I’m going with Casablanca. Big surprise, but it’s a classic for a reason!

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2011 Best LRC Contemporary & 2012 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Winner CAN’T FAKE THIS buy Kindle version on Amazon and all versions at Loose, Id.

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 I’m so excited to be apart of The Romance Review Erotic Romance Blog Hop! I’ll be giving away an ebook copy of the award-winning CAN’T FAKE THIS to a lucky commenter. Newsletter subscribers receive a bonus entry. When you leave here, be sure click on the button up top to go to the next blog to visit.

CAN’T FAKE THIS isn’t my current release. DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE is. DWAM is an f/m erotic about a Southern belle, Campbell Layne, who is the rising star of the Manhattan Ballet Theatre, providing she lands an upcoming principal role. The stage heats up, however, when Rod Carrington steps in and teaches her more than she ever expected!

Determined as she is to stay focused on the audition that will push her into stardom, dazzling attorney Rod Carrington still proves to be a major distraction especially when he ends up teaching the college class she’s taking in her spare time. Campbell humiliates herself on their first date, but that doesn’t stop Rod from whisking her off to Italy and turning her into quite the vixen. Too bad he also had to use his powerful influence to secure the lead for her. Now she’ll never know if her talent was real or “bought” by the man she thought was the love of her life.

As much as I love DWAM (there’s a mainstream and adult excerpt on my website), I thought I’d reintroduce my debut CAN’T FAKE THIS which is the  2011 LRC Best Contemporary, Gold Star recipient from Just Erotic Romance Rewiews and most recently, the Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Winner! Plus, there’s a whole lot of sex in this book. A whole lot – as in twelve scenes since the story is based on the Twelve Days of Christmas. 

CAN’T FAKE THS is about a divorcee ready to reenter the dating world, Anna Ryan is determined to be the best “product on the market,” which requires a lot more experience so she propositions sexy police officer Chase Harris to teach her how to make hot, passionate love as opposed to just having sex. He takes it a step further, instructing each lesson based on The Twelve Days of Christmas.

 So here’s an X-rated excerpt of what happens on the first day:

 “Catching a disease somehow doesn’t concern me as much as being number God-knows-what.” How did one compete with that?

 His hands wandered up my chest and neck to tilt my chin. It forced me to meet his intense gaze. “Something tells me you’re gonna be memorable.”

 I doubted that, not with his track record.

 He yanked me to his lips. We kissed with pent-up fervor. I sighed into his mouth, telling him of my need to feel every single detail of this moment. He tasted of confidence and adventure, his lips moving with exactly the right amount of assuredness. I refused to admit it was due to experience. I much preferred to believe he just excelled at what he did; Chase knew when to nip, when to suck…when to hold back. The kiss continued to tempt as he seemingly waited for me to press for more, to breach the barrier between a simple kiss and total loss of control. He surrendered the power to me, and I loved it. I caressed his tongue with my own. We allowed our hands to roam and search, seeking any way to pull each other closer. His body melded into mine. His erection rubbed my clit, and my pussy screamed in demand. Moist heat flooded my folds as our tongues collided with more passion than finesse. If Chase’s mouth were the forbidden fruit, then I was Eve, and I wanted every dad-blame apple on that tree. When he sucked my tongue, it tasted sinfully wonderful.

 I could die right now knowing Frog #1 was a Grade-A kisser. My ability to think vanished. My body seemed to melt into molten lava right in his arms. I tugged at Chase’s shirt, and as I began to lift it, he eased me back on the couch.

 “On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me…” His voice took on a singsong quality as his hand slid under my damp panties. “Temptation in a hot package.”

 I sighed. A vibrator had nothing on a man’s touch.

 He traced my folds as if learning my body. It was more of a tease, exciting me for what would come. When his finger flicked my clit, the first trickle of orgasm bubbled up within me.

 “Get naked.” After two freakin’ years, I couldn’t wait any longer.

He laughed at my order. “Oh, I want to and I will, but not tonight.” He tugged my panties off. “This is all about you.” A warm palm rubbed my ankle, calf, thigh…until his fingers found my clit again. My hips bucked of their own volition.

 “Oh God.”

 “Call me Chase.”

 I was too lost to chide him. “Cha-ase.” My panting turned his name into two syllables.

 His skilled thumb rotated in slow circles as a finger found haven inside me. It darted in and out, and as my muscles gripped it, he boldly inserted a second finger. He massaged my inner walls. I shuddered when he hit my G-spot. My weak legs spread farther apart, and I hiked one across the top of the couch. He smiled, then shifted his focus to my pussy, using one hand to open my slit and another to work magic.

 It would have been too easy to give into only the physical pleasure since that’s what I’d always done. This time, I tried to pay attention to everything else. A fuzzy, fluttering feeling radiated from my stomach, fanning out. When it reached my chest, my heart skipped a beat. A smile spread over my face. This was unadulterated chemistry. The proof came in the heat rising from every pore of my body. My sweet perfume mixed with his fresh cologne and combined with the faint scent of feminine juices; the aroma intoxicated better than any wicked bomb.

 I should have been self-conscious, lying open to his ministrations, selfishly taking all the pleasure for myself, yet I felt completely comfortable…and sexy. Maybe my lack of inhibition was because I knew after twelve days, I would never have to see him again, or maybe it was Chase’s amazing ability to show his appreciation for my body with a look, a touch, a smile. Still, the more he stroked, the more I became lost in the grip of passion. My orgasm gained momentum with each pump, every flick. My breathing hitched as my body coiled tight. God, how I wanted release, but I wanted to stay on the edge too. I wanted it all, the physical, and the emotional.

 Digging my heels into the cushions, I pushed my hips up, increasing the pressure. He pulled his fingers out, and I whimpered, but a nanosecond later, he used them on my clit. In such a short time, he’d already figured out what I liked most. “That’s it, baby. You’re so wet.”

 “’Cause you turn me on,” I replied between pants, the heady smell of feminine arousal overpowering now.

 The fast up-and-down motion of his fingertips sent vibrations all through me; my breasts trembled with it, adding to the rapturous torment. I clamped my fists shut. My mouth dried. My ears burned. I thrashed my head back and forth. God, I was so damn close. I couldn’t remember a time when any man held me on the brink this long. I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on coming hard.

 “Look at me.” The command was ragged and hoarse.

 I didn’t want to. Eye contact was too intimate, but I knew that was part of the deal. To make love, I needed to go all the way. I locked gazes with Chase, and the desire I saw gave me the confidence to let go. To be myself with no self-consciousness. I watched in fascination as he inhaled the shuddering breath I exhaled.

 Sex…y.

 He ran one hand up my stomach to my breast, giving it a gentle squeeze before rubbing my nipple. I didn’t believe it possible to feel this much pleasure at once, but Chase proved me wrong as he picked up speed and leaned forward to whisper, “Come, baby,” just before his lips crushed mine.

 The kiss ignited a string of dynamite, burning my blood and searing my abdomen as I burst into an explosive orgasm. My hips jerked as waves of hot bliss rolled through my body. I wrenched away from his mouth to cry out as spasms rocked me.

 “Open your eyes.” The words were clipped, his voice raspy, as if he were fighting for control.

 I hadn’t realized I’d shut them. When I looked back at Chase, his flushed cheeks gave me a thrill. He wanted me and gazed at me with such affection my heart would have given a squeeze if it weren’t so busy pumping blood to the sensitive nerve endings of my clit.

 He stared at me a long time as his fingers slowed, pulling miniorgasmic surges from my core. I sighed as he took deep breaths until his jaw relaxed. Finally he licked his lips and cocked a proud grin. I smiled back. He damn well deserved to gloat.

 “You like that?” he asked.

 “What do you think?”

 He chuckled and pecked little kisses down my chest and torso. He nipped my hip bone and brought his mouth to my pussy. I heard him breathe in and hum in appreciation.

 The slick sheen of sweat covering my skin began to dry. Chill bumps surfaced almost immediately when Chase moved away to kneel on the floor. Only then did it occur to me to wonder what he thought about my lying there spread-eagle and buck naked.

 “Beautiful.” He stroked the hair fanning around my shoulders.

 Well, all right, then. I felt giddy—stupid, raging-teenage-hormones giddy. The man was a prince and knew how to treat a woman. Especially one who hadn’t experienced such a mind-blowing orgasm in…ever.

 My limp body wanted to lie there and salivate in the afterglow, but I summoned up some energy and rolled to my side. He sat close enough to touch, so I reached for him, my index finger drifting across his covered chest. “I want to see you.”

 He winced.

 “Sorry. I forgot about your bruise.”

“It’s fine.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Never. The bruise will fade, but…” He glanced away.

“What?”

“Not many things scare me, but almost dying sure puts life in perspective.” He went back to stroking my hair, staring like it belonged to him.

Like I belonged to him.

It made me feel more protected than possessed, which confused the crap out of me. Did I want to be cared for? Yes, just not by a player. When he looked at me like that though, I felt special. Chase had indeed perfected the ability to make a woman feel like she was the only one in his life.

I pushed up on my elbow for leverage and gently grabbed a fistful of his shirt. “I want you inside me.” I slid my hand toward his cock. It pulsed when I squeezed. “You want me too.”

“Fuck yeah, but here’s lesson one: a real man gets satisfaction in satisfying.”

 ******

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Writing is my passion. I also enjoy paranormal research, religious symbolism, and psychological suspense. New to the romance genre, I have incorporated these aspects of my personality into my writing. They say, “write what you know.” This credo works in some arenas but if we only delve into the known, there would be no fantasies, science fiction, or futuristic tales. As a writer, I take “what I know”, embellish, create and allow my characters to go wild.
As an amateur ghost hunter and paranormal interviewer, I have united my life experiences and added spice and sensuality to my first romance Midnight’s Last Light. In the story, I take liberties with the other side. Allowing a sexual interlude between a ghost and a living person seemed the perfect direction in my first erotic tale. Who wouldn’t want to engage in a sexual romp after their earth-bound body gave out? That may be the perfect definition of heaven.
In my upcoming book, Lovers and Saints, I introduce my passion of religious symbolism. Romance is just part of the story in Lovers. The main characters are on a quest to find the murderer of five young girls. The crime scene is littered with bits of a rosary and a piece of a prayer card. Each murder is linked to a martyred saint. The research for this crime-mystery was intense and satisfying. I love researching details for my books. Suspense thrillers are my favorite genre. It was an easy progression to add sensuality to the story. Combining romance and suspense genres is like making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich – the perfect combination.
As a novelist, I’m continually striving to enrich my characters, build a sound story and entertain those that read my words.
Writing is experimentation, philosophy, and the courtship of words and ideas. When the writing is good, the characters come alive and guide the novelist. They are real and engaging. My characters have led me down paths I never would have dreamt of. I thank them for the adventure.
Camile Carson

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Welcome to The Chocolates & Roses Blog Hop. A big thank you to Lea Barrymire for organizing the event. I’m so excited you are here and celebrating my latest release DANCE WITH MILLIONAIRE.

Southern belle Campbell Layne is the rising star of the Manhattan Ballet Theatre, providing she lands an upcoming principal role. The stage heats up, however, when Rod Carrington steps in and teaches her more than she ever expected!

Determined as she is to stay focused on the audition that will push her into stardom, dazzling attorney Rod Carrington still proves to be a major distraction especially when he ends up teaching the college class she’s taking in her spare time. Campbell humiliates herself on their first date, but that doesn’t stop Rod from whisking her off to Italy and turning her into quite the vixen. Too bad he also had to use his powerful influence to secure the lead for her. Now she’ll never know if her talent was real or “bought” by the man she thought was the love of her life.

I’m changing things up on the hop and offering you a character interview with the “Sexy, Sassy & Southern” heroine Campbell Layne. I’m also giving away an ebook copy of DWAM to a lucky commenter. Anyone who signs up for my newsletter gets a bonus entry.

Hi Campbell, can you tell our readers a little about DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE?

Sure, but first let me say how glad I am to be here! DWAM is about this Southern belle and rising star of the Manhattan Ballet Theatre, providing she lands the upcoming principal role. Um, yeah, that’s me. I’m totally stressing about an audition that could change my life. All I want to do is stay focused on my career, and I’ll be dog-gone, that’s when Rod Carrington steps into the picture. OMG. The man is freakin’ gorgeous and a total ego-maniac. He simply will not go away, though, as proven when he volunteers to substitute this law school class I’m taking in my spare time. (I’m on the nerdy side, and this is how I like to spend my time – don’t judge). Anyway, against my better judgment, we go to dinner. Basically, I drink too much, embarrass the fool out of myself, and assume that’s the end of it. Oh no. Rod then whisks me off to his Italian villa and helps me become quite the vixen. (No complaining here.) I’m completely smitten until I find out he used his powerful influence to secure the lead role for me. Now I’ll never know if my talent was real or “bought” by the man I thought was the love of her life.

 How did you get into ballet?

The story my folks tell is that when I was about two, we were all at my uncle’s horse pasture. (I’m from this tiny town in rural South Alabama.) When Mama wasn’t looking, I climbed up onto the fence and was standing on one of the rails. She knew then that with all that balance I’d either be a ballet dancer or a tight-rope walker. The next week, she enrolled me in dance class.

 What’s your favorite part of dance?

Definitely, my most favorite part is getting lost in the music. It transports me into a world all my own, like I’m in this bubble where I feel nothing but the rhythm of the orchestra. Tchaikovsky is my favorite composer and takes me to that sphere like no other. Yes, there are others, composers who reveled in the uniqueness of their music or intricacies of the composition, but no one does it for me like the great Russian magician. His sound is immediately recognizable, too. The peppy theme of The Nutcracker would put the grumpiest of Scrooges in the Christmas spirit. Sleeping Beauty’s “Waltz of the Flowers” causes me to sway in serenity while Swan Lake’s “Dying Swan” exhausts me with grief.

 Rod wine and dines at some pretty fantasy restaurants then you turn the tables and cook him a home-cooked meal. Tell us about that. 

Our first date is at Jean Georges in New York City. I have sea bass and Rod has beef Wellington. Delish! When we are Italy, I think I gain ten pounds from the manicotti, tiramisu, and gelato. Mama taught me how to cook so I finally show off my culinary skills with fried chicken, cornbread, collard greens, grits, mash potatoes, and a carrot casserole. Plus, I bake an apple pie. Rod, I’m proud to say, loved it. In fact, here is my jalapeno grits recipe (as if the book isn’t hot enough):

Jalapeno Cheese Grits

2 cups quick-cooking grits

2 1/2 cups grated extra-sharp Cheddar

1 stick unsalted butter

1 tablespoon hot sauce (recommended: Tabasco)

3 large eggs, well beaten

2 jalapenos, finely diced

1/4 cup canned chopped green chiles

Garlic salt

Directions:    Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.

Cook the grits according to the directions on the back of the package. Remove from the heat and add next 6 ingredients (Cheddar through chilies). Stir well and season with garlic salt, to taste. Pour into a buttered 9-inch baking dish and bake for 1 hour. Let cool slightly before slicing and serving.

 Tell us about your trip to Italy.

Rod, bless his heart, whisks me off on his private jet to the resort town of Bellagio, Italy, on Lake Como. The Swiss Alp Mountains, the lake, all the yellow and cream stucco buildings with orange terracotta tile roofs, and the cobblestone paths were incredible to see. Rod’s home turns out to be a mansion he’s renovating. I love it because it is warm and welcoming and “him.” Bellagio is known for upscale boutiques, antiques, and art galleries. As great as the shopping was, I have to admit, the best part was seeing how the relaxation Italy offered created this new side of Rod I’d yet to see.

 Finally, where can we find out more about DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE?

www.caseycrow.com

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I hope you enjoyed Campbell’s interview! So what’s your favorite style of dance? Have you taken any good trips? Do you have a favorite down-home cookin’ dish or Italian surprise? I’d love hear from you for a chance to win DWAM! Contest ends May 6 midnight (Don’t worry if you aren’t in the CST – I’m not really cutting you at midnight. It will be more like Monday when I get around to drawing the winner )

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