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Bring your writing to life

Posted in General on October 23rd, 2013 by Casey Crow

It’s been a while since I’ve blogged. (Sorry about that. Blame it on real life getting in the way of the fun!) Anyway, what better way to get back in the habit than talking about what I love — WRITING! Specifically, figurative language. Dictionary.com defines it as “speech or writing that departs from literal meaning in order to achieve a special effect or meaning.”

All writers use it (or should) in our writing, but recently I was reminded of what some of the figurative language is actually called thanks to my daughter’s school project. I’m proud to say I remembered most of the terms from my schooling way back when, but a couple I’d definitely forgotten about even though I use the process in my writing. Now I know what I’m writing!

Alliteration: The repetition of usually initial consonant sounds in two or more neighboring words or syllables. Ex: Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.

Hyperbole: Huge exaggeration usually with humor. Ex: My cat is so fat, she needs a roller skate to keep her stomach off the floor.

Metaphor: Comparing two unlike things without using like or as. Ex: My aunt’s hair is a disco ball.

Personification: Giving something human qualities. Ex: The daisies danced in the breeze.

Cliché: A word or phrase that has become overly familiar or common place. Ex: Humpday!

Idiom: A set expression of two or more neighboring words that mean something other than the literal meaning. Ex: Knock my socks off!

Onomatopoeia: Naming a thing or an action by imitating a sound associated with it. Ex: Roar!

Simile: Comparing two unlike things using like or as. Ex: My cousin’s hair is like a yoga ball.

 

Again, thanks to my daughter for allowing me to share her figurative language suggestions. What’s your way to bring your writing to life? Or what type of figurative language intrigues you as a reader?

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My new commercial

Posted in General on January 3rd, 2013 by Casey Crow

One of my side jobs is being a professional model. Here’s a commercial I shot for Alabama Tourism. Okay, so I only have about two seconds of air time, but it was great fun making.
Casey’s AL Tourism Commercial


 

 

 

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Holiday Traditions with the 12 Days of Christmas Hop

Posted in General on December 11th, 2012 by Casey Crow

Thanks for joining the 12 Days of Christmas Hop. What better way to celebrate the 12 Days of Christmas than with a story based on the 12 Days of Christmas? CAN’T FAKE THIS was honored to be named 2011 Best Contemporary ~ Love Romances Cafe, 2012 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Winner, 2011 Golden Claddagh Finalist & Gold Star ~ Just Erotic Romance Reviews.

 

 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.

 

Anna and Chase know what will keep them busy for the Twelve Days of Christmas. What about you? Do you have any special holiday traditions for you or your family? What’s your favorite? I love the craziness of Christmas Eve at my dad’s with all the grandkids tearing into to gifts all at once. I also love the excitement of my children when they wake me up at six a.m. on Christmas morning, and I won’t let them go downstairs until I can get down there with camera in hand.

I’d love to hear your thoughts. Merry Christmas!

Here’s an ADULT Excerpt to heat up your holidays.

As I rummaged through my clutch for a dose of lip gloss, Marisol cleared her throat and cut her gaze across the room. I followed her line of vision and… Holy shit. I do believe my freakin’ heart stopped. He wasn’t supermodel gorgeous, not with his shaved head and height a tad on the short side, but his swagger… His near-predatory confidence as he maneuvered through the room made my eyes zero in on him. He locked on me, and I felt a slow, lazy smile spread across my lips. Suddenly we were the only two people in the room. My blood pressure hitched a degree with every step he took, and that feeling a girl gets when her heart beats so fast she’s on the verge of throwing up? Yep, I had it. I believe the technical term is “lust at first sight.”

A second later, his warm hand brushed my shoulder, and I’m not kidding, I thought I might melt right off that stool. Even the fine hairs on my arms stood on end, completely attuned to him and begging for attention. Needless to say, my nipples gave him a proud salute.

“Hi, I’m Chase Harris.” His heated breath tickled my ear as he leaned in to be heard over the country rock band jamming out twenty feet away.

My lungs folded and decided breathing was no longer necessary. The brief contact ignited a fiery liquid in the bottom of my tummy. My pussy simmered for the first time in years without the aid of batteries. “Anna Ryan,” I answered. “It’s nice to meet you.” Was it ever. I extended my hand, which he ignored for a hug.

My nostrils filled with the citrus scent of cologne, but underneath I detected something more masculine, more primal. I longed to bury my face in his soft gray fitted T-shirt. The garment outlined every perfect bulge. I couldn’t make out its graffiti design, but it very well could’ve said Eat Me and I would’ve happily obliged.

His gaze roamed my body, and the sexy glint in his eyes told me the risk of catching a cold in this black strapless mini was totally worth it. I might be in dire need of a boob job, but Chase didn’t seem to mind my negative As. Then the space between us grew cold as he left my side to hug Marisol.

“Cuba! Hey, woman. Great to see you.”

“Hey, yourself.” She flashed me a shrewd grin.

I so owed that girl.

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How do you Christmas shop?

Posted in General on November 22nd, 2012 by Casey Crow

We all know Black Friday is the busiest shopping day of the year? Are you one to get up at the butt crack of dawn, scrounge the aisles, and fight the crowds to get the best bargains? Do you shop online in the comfort of your jammies? Are you one of those annoying organized people who have all your shopping done before Thanksgiving? Do you spend the extra twenty at Toys r Us or the mall next week when the crowds aren’t so crazy? Do you wait till the last minute like my dad?

I’ll admit, I’m an online shopper, followed by a Toys r Us run after Black Friday since most of the stuff I need is out of stock online. Did you notice I said “need” as in my son’s NEEDS more legos. LOL However, I’m think I’m going to brave the crowds on Black Friday – or try to. I might chicken out though when I see the number of cars in the parking. I can guarantee I won’t be one of those early bird people. Casey is not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. I do like to stroll the mall at some point before Christmas, maybe picking up that last item or just browsing. I like to see the decorations and hear the carols blasting through the speakers. It just puts you in the spirit, you know?

Well, whatever kind of shopper you are, I hope you had a blessed Thanksgiving!

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The Romance Reviews Year-End Event

Posted in General on November 15th, 2012 by Casey Crow

Take part in a chance to win my book CAN’T FAKE THIS as well as other great prizes from The Romance Reviews with this really cool Q&A game now through Dec. 15.  Go Play!

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Howloween Blog Hop ~ The Romance Saga

Posted in General on October 25th, 2012 by Casey Crow

Welcome to the Howloween Blog Hop with the Bloghop Spot. I can barely believe it’s already Halloween. The leaves are changing, and there’s a finally a nippy crisp in the air down here in the South, but what fall really means for me is school starting back. With that brings the Romance Saga of school crushes.

 

It all started two weeks into fourth grade. My nine year-old-daughter whispered in my ear that she likes a boy. I did not panic because in the summer between 4K and 5K, she and her “boyfriend” actually mailed love letters back and forth. I kept the proof so when in high school I have grounds for blackmail if she doesn’t behave. He he.

I had a few years of reprieve with the whole “ewe, boys are yucky” mentality, but we are back in full crush mode. Therefore, I did what any over protective mama would do. I went to lunch to check out this little dude. Okay, let me just stop right here and say my daughter has excellent taste.
My kid would probably be horrified knowing I’m discussing her personal business to the world, but she makes good points, which got me thinking. There really isn’t much difference between love at age 9 versus um…let’s just say over 35. According to 9 (kid’s name henceforth):

1. You do not simply announce you like a boy. You let him know with eye contact that lingers a little too long.

Hmmm…dido for me…

2. You know a boy likes you when he stares back. (9 has confirmed success here!)

Agreed.

3. A boy also likes you if he is mean to you.

Following an extensive Q&A, I learned at “mean” means he teases you, which is the equivalent of flirting for adults. As a side note, I took great pains to clarify that boys should never be “mean mean” to girls.

4. Boys like it when girls are “mean” back.

True, flirting isn’t fun if it’s not reciprocated.

5. Boys like girls in bikinis.

I’m not kidding, my child spoke those words and however true they may be I’m a  lot worried now!

In closing, 9 tells me, “I thought I knew a lot about romance, but I just don’t get it.”

Neither do I sweet girl, but that’s the beauty of it.

You know, folks automatically assume romance novelist are experts in romance – the real kind, not the book kind. Okay, some might be, and if so, well good for them. I hate them.

Kidding. But I am curious to hear some of your crush stories. In CAN’T FAKE THIS Anna ends up falling for her crush, Chase. Here’s an ADULT excerpt of what happens when they first meet.

 

As I rummaged through my clutch for a dose of lip gloss, Marisol cleared her throat and cut her gaze across the room. I followed her line of vision and… Holy shit. I do believe my freakin’ heart stopped. He wasn’t supermodel gorgeous, not with his shaved head and height a tad on the short side, but his swagger… His near-predatory confidence as he maneuvered through the room made my eyes zero in on him. He locked on me, and I felt a slow, lazy smile spread across my lips. Suddenly we were the only two people in the room. My blood pressure hitched a degree with every step he took, and that feeling a girl gets when her heart beats so fast she’s on the verge of throwing up? Yep, I had it. I believe the technical term is “lust at first sight.”

A second later, his warm hand brushed my shoulder, and I’m not kidding, I thought I might melt right off that stool. Even the fine hairs on my arms stood on end, completely attuned to him and begging for attention. Needless to say, my nipples gave him a proud salute.

“Hi, I’m Chase Harris.” His heated breath tickled my ear as he leaned in to be heard over the country rock band jamming out twenty feet away.

My lungs folded and decided breathing was no longer necessary. The brief contact ignited a fiery liquid in the bottom of my tummy. My pussy simmered for the first time in years without the aid of batteries. “Anna Ryan,” I answered. “It’s nice to meet you.” Was it ever. I extended my hand, which he ignored for a hug.

My nostrils filled with the citrus scent of cologne, but underneath I detected something more masculine, more primal. I longed to bury my face in his soft gray fitted T-shirt. The garment outlined every perfect bulge. I couldn’t make out its graffiti design, but it very well could’ve said Eat Me and I would’ve happily obliged.

His gaze roamed my body, and the sexy glint in his eyes told me the risk of catching a cold in this black strapless mini was totally worth it. I might be in dire need of a boob job, but Chase didn’t seem to mind my negative As. Then the space between us grew cold as he left my side to hug Marisol.

“Cuba! Hey, woman. Great to see you.”

“Hey, yourself.” She flashed me a shrewd grin.

I so owed that girl.

******

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.

I’m giving away an ebook copy (INT) of the multi-award-winning Can’t Fake This to a lucky commenter. Again, I’d love to hear your crush stories or times when the instant attraction blew you away. Don’t forget to sign up for my newsletter to find out about new releases. After that, head back to Bloghop Spot to check out the other great authors.

Can’t Fake This:

2011 Best Contemporary ~ Love Romances Cafe

2012 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Winner

2011 Golden Claddagh Finalist

CAN’T FAKE THIS buy Kindle version on Amazon and all versions at Loose, Id.

CAN’T FAKE THIS Excerpt

See the CAN’T FAKE THIS book trailer

DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE BUY NOW from Amazon or from Siren Publishing

DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE EXCERPTS

Visit Casey at http://www.caseycrow.com

Follow on Twitter @caseyecrow and Facebook Casey Crow

 

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Wicked After Dark Hop with Dance with a Millionaire

Posted in General on October 23rd, 2012 by Casey Crow

Welcome to the Wicked After Dark blog hop! Don’t you just love that naughty button? In DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE Rod gets a little naughty after dark, too.

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.

“It leaps right off the pages and into your heart. I will remember and reread. I look forward to Ms. Crow’s storytelling in the future. I just love the sassy, Southern girl meets cool rich guy. This book is well worth the read.” My Erotic Reviews

Here’s a mainstream excerpt:

“Thank you for attending the performance and for your generous donation to MBT.” His dark eyebrows shot up a notch, highlighting a definite mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Why did they have to be the exact shade of turquoise as the Caribbean Ocean at sunset? Stunning.

“That’s well-rehearsed, Miss Layne. Tell me, though, do you turn on the Southern belle charm for all your fans or only the male ones?”

Her mouth fell open, but thank goodness she had the presence of mind to snap it shut. “How dare you? First of all, I’m from Alabama which makes the accent genuine, and secondly, that’s…that’s the rudest, most ungentlemanly thing to say.”

“I never said I was a gentleman and readily admit to be undeserving of your sweet façade. I’d much prefer the real you.”

She propped her hands on her hips. “And precisely what, may I ask, do you assume to be the real me, seeing as our acquaintance has a life span of what? Thirty seconds?”

Rod glanced at an expensive-looking gold watch. “Forty-five.” He stepped closer.

She did not see that coming and stumbled back only to become trapped between the wall and his body. The hard, cold stone competed against his warm, harder presence. Damn it, the latter won out. She ground her traitorous fingertips into her palms in an effort to prevent them from brushing away the stray curl that fell across his forehead.

The hem of his jacket brushed her hip as he moved in to splay his hand over her waist. The pressure built as he gathered her an inch closer. She caught a faint whiff of his cologne. The clean, fresh scent permeated the air and reminded her of the Southern pines back home, but this was not the time to reminisce.

“In fact, I’d like to get to know every inch of you.” Another sharp tug had her chest pressed against his rock solid form.

Her blood boiled in a delicious rhythm. Obviously, the vibrator thing was getting old if this jerk was turning her on. She made a mental note to ask her best friend, Heidi, to set her up on a date. Any man would do—as long as it was not Rod.

She flexed her fingers and pushed against his shoulders. “Let go of me, you arrogant pig.” A lion, cougar, leopard—anything powerful—seemed a more apt description though.

Rod chuckled and loosened his hold. A fraction. Enough to insert his finger between them. It followed the line of fabric at her shoulder slowly, very slowly, across her chest. As he glided over her cleavage, he said, “But, my dear, you’re mistaken. It’s confidence I possess.”

“More like cockiness.” Even as she said it, Bella couldn’t take her gaze off his finger or steer her attention from the intense hunger  sweeping through her. She instinctively arched her back, lifting her breasts to silently beg for more.

“Either way, but I always get what I want, and in case you need me to spell it out”—he slid his finger up her throat to tilt her chin, forcing her to look at him—“I. Want. You.”

He uttered the words with such conviction, her breath hitched. No, stopped. She literally thought she might pass out. Swoon, like one of those Regency ladies she’d thought of a moment ago, only she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

Feigning haughty sophistication was not in her repertoire, but there was a first time for everything. She raised a brow and allowed her gaze to wander his body as he’d done to her. The black tux cut a dashing figure, making her mouth water for a taste of what lay beneath. She imagined herself undoing each of the black buttons on his starched, white shirt. His bowtie was a little askew. She reached to straighten it, brushing against his neck. She heard his breathing deepen, sensed, rather than saw, the quickening of his jaw. She inwardly smiled and wiggled her toes in a victory dance, but those stupid, treacherous fingers battled back, wanting to still the muscle with a gentle caress. She balled her fists in reprimand, uncaring that her short nails dug into her palms.

When she reintroduced her eyes to his, she shot him what she hoped was a contemptuous glare. “Take your hand off me,” she said slowly and deliberately. She made a dramatic showing of enclosing her fingers, one at a time, around his wrist and tugged his finger away from her boobs.

Nothing happened. Well, almost nothing. He managed to do that trick when one eyebrow lifts higher than the other.

She sighed loudly and exceedingly unladylike. Then she pulled. Hard.

Finally, he broke contact by approximately six inches when twelve would have been much closer to the acceptable personal space limit. Too late to hide her puckered nipples, she still folded her arms across her chest and tapped her foot in perfect tempo with her index finger. “An apology would be appropriate at this time.”

“Ah, but then I’d have to, in fact, be sorry.”

He said that? Seriously? She just stood there, gaping. It would’ve been so nice to find the words, any words to speak, but nope. A boa constrictor squeezed her throat.

“What? No response? I assume that negates the possibility of you actually wanting an apology.”

Again, robbed of speech. She felt like a fool, but her mind remained as blank as the sky on a cloudy night. So much for feigning haughty sophistication.

“Um…” Jackpot! At last. Okay, it wasn’t a three-point goal in the final seconds of the game, but her voice hit a few decibels nevertheless.

Rod’s deep chuckle reverberated throughout the alcove as he captured both of her shoulders. He laughed at her. Worse, he was going to kiss her. She knew it. Right here, right now. In front of everyone. A complete stranger. Well, not completely, she knew his name at least. Knowing the first name made it all right, didn’t it?

Lord, what am I thinking? She did not go around kissing strangers. Hell, she didn’t go around kissing people she knew. What would her mama think? She’d die of shame, that’s what.

But heaven knew she wanted to taste those beautiful, full lips. She purely ached to run her fingers through his wavy, chestnut hair and slide her hands inside his coat to see if his abs were as hard as she imagined they would be. She closed her eyes and barely swallowed the lump stuck in her throat before licking her lips, preparing for the inevitable.

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So obviously Rod jumps right on in there with Campbell. Is that how you like your man, or do you the slow and steady kind? I’d love to hear your stories.

I’m giving away an ebook copy of Dance with a Millionaire (INT) to a lucky commenter. Don’t forget to sign up for my newsletter to stay updated about new releases. You can check out other great authors at Wicked After Dark.

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Can’t Fake This:

2011 Best Contemporary ~ Love Romances Cafe

2012 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Winner

2011 Golden Claddagh Finalist

CAN’T FAKE THIS buy Kindle version on Amazon and all versions at Loose, Id.

CAN’T FAKE THIS Excerpt

See the CAN’T FAKE THIS book trailer

DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE BUY NOW from Amazon or from Siren Publishing

DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE EXCERPTS

Visit Casey at http://www.caseycrow.com

Follow on Twitter @caseyecrow and Facebook Casey Crow

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Wicked Hop – Wicked Yummy & Wicked Hot

Posted in General on October 19th, 2012 by Casey Crow

Welcome to the Wicked Hop and thank you to Reading Romances for hosting!

Don’t you just love the word “wicked”? As in wicked yummy and wicked hot? Here are two EASY fall recipes I thought you’d might enjoy.

 

Roast Pumpkin Lasagna recipe

Ingredients:

  • 2 Cups Ricotta Cheese
  • 1 Egg, scrambled
  • Nutmeg
  • 1 sugar Pumpkin or Butternut Squash
  • ½  medium-sized onion, white or yellow, chopped
  • ½ cup vegetable or chicken stock/ water
  • 1 clove garlic, minced
  • ¼ teaspoon nutmeg
  • Sage, dried 1/8 teaspoon or fresh chopped ¼ teaspoon
  • ½ Cup Parmesan Cheese
  • ¼ cup brown sugar
  • 2 cups shredded Mozzarella
  • Olive Oil
  • 1 Box of Lasagna noodles

Directions:

1) Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F.

2) Bring water to a boil and then add the lasagna noodles.

3) Meanwhile, while the noodles are cooking, peel, deseed, and chop up the sugar pumpkin or squash, half an onion, and coat all with oil, salt, and brown sugar, and ¼ teaspoon sage and spread evenly on a baking sheet.  Roast at 375 degrees F for 10- 14 minutes. When the pumpkin is fully cooked, add the garlic and cook for an additional 3 minutes.  Take out and allow to cool a little.

4) Scoop the pumpkin into a blender filling half-way each time and pureeing until smooth.  Empty the contents into a bowl.

5) Separately, combine and stir the two cups ricotta, the mixed egg, ¼ cup parmesan, 1 cup of the mozzarella, ¼ teaspoon nutmeg in a bowl with a couple pinches of salt and a sprinkle of pepper.

6) Drain the noodles when done cooking according to the directions on the package.

7) Begin layering the lasagna by putting some oil on the bottom of the baking dish.  Then add a layer of pumpkin, then add a layer of noodles, then add a layer of the ricotta and mozzarella mixture, another layer of noodles, pumpkin mixture, and so on, alternating ricotta mixture and pumpkin layers. The top should be noodles, cover with the remaining shredded mozzarella and the rest of the parmesan and drizzle with oil. Cover with baking dish with foil.

8) Bake at 350 degrees F for 40 minutes. Uncover and bake for an additional five minutes.

 

Pumpkin Fudge recipe

Ingredients:

2 cups sugar

½ cup pureed cooked pumpkin

½ cup evaporated milk

¼ teaspoon cornstarch

¼ teaspoon pumpkin pie spice

¼ cup butter

½ teaspoon vanilla

1 cup chopped nuts

Directions:

  1. Combine sugar, pumpkin, milk, cornstarch and spice in a medium saucepan. Bring to a boil over high, then reduce to a gentle simmer. Cook until it forms a soft ball when dropped in cold water, or until reaches 236°F. Remove from heat
  2. Add the nuts, butter, and vanilla; beat until mixture is creamy.
  3. Pour into a buttered plate and allow to cool. Cut into small chunks and serve.

http://pumpkinrecipes.org/pumpkin-fudge.html

 

Now it’s time for the wicked hot part (he he). Think sex, hot sex…for 12 days straight…

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.

Here’s an excerpt:

WARNING: CONTAINS GRAPHIC & EXPLICIT MATERIAL

My zipper slid down with a hiss, exposing my bare flesh to the cool air of the room. “Do you know what today is?” I was breathless as the material spilled over my hips.

Chase pushed my hair aside, his tongue sweeping every vertebra until he knelt on his knees kissing the small indention of my lower back. “Sunday.”

“December fourteenth.” I needed to be the one on my knees. My legs had turned all Jell-Oy. Yeah, I wasn’t an expert in the chemistry department, but even I could sense the spark between us, the hot, electric pull. As his teeth pulled at the peach bow of my G-string, I could already imagine his cock sliding into me. He yanked the dress down and turned me around. My crotch was now at his eye level. I rubbed his shaved head, debating whether I should pull his face to my panties or hike a leg over his shoulder. Or both. I settled for the latter before my weak knees collapsed.

“It’s twelve days till Christmas,” I said. The figure eights he licked along my inner thigh made it rather difficult to carry on a coherent conversation.

“Consider tonight an early present.” He swooped in for a taste, or so I thought, as hot air breezed my pussy. Before I knew it, Chase slipped my leg off his shoulder and stood to scoop me into his arms. He lowered me onto the cold leather of the sofa, but the chill disintegrated the moment his warm body stretched over me. His large, dark pupils filled with lust — and dare I say, need? — as his dick throbbed between my legs. I squeezed my thighs, putting pressure on his cock. He let out a low groan while my body strained for more than a tease. I lifted my hips to rub up and down on his shaft.

We ground our bodies together, my gaze trapped by his own for a deliciously suspended moment. It never occurred to me this kind of intimacy was odd. I mean, most folks would be kissing and getting it on by now, but after all the exciting tension that had built all night, we suddenly slowed down…to savor. Damn, it was sexy.

Zero doubt played in my mind. I wanted this guy to help execute my plan. “I’m thinking I deserve one every day for the next twelve days,” I said as he moved in for a kiss.

The grinding of his hips against mine stopped. Chase pushed up on his elbows and stared at me, lifting a curious brow.

“Hear me out.” My fingers examined his rib cage, stopping to pay homage to his thick, oblique muscles. “I need someone like you to…” My throat closed. When had my palms become this sweaty? I took my hands off his body so he wouldn’t notice, and prayed the cool air would dry them.

“Like me?”

“Experienced…not looking for attachments.” I threw in the last bit to remind us both Chase fulfilled the role of Frog number one.

He grinned. “What do you need?”

“I want you to spend the next twelve days teaching…showing me how to make love.”

He winced, and sucked a hiss through his teeth. “You write sex for a living.”

“Writing about it and really living it are two different things.” I squirmed out of his hold. He pulled away as I sat Indian style across from him. “Look, here’s the deal. It’s been eight long years since I’ve been single, and now that I’m back on the market, I intend to be the best product out there.”

His lips twitched as his gaze roamed my body. “You’re pretty damn good as you are.”

I blushed and grabbed a red throw pillow to cover my nakedness. “Thanks, but I need, shall we say, tutoring in the fine art of love making.”

“Let me get this straight.” He barely contained the laughter in his voice. “You’re asking me to instruct you on how to have sex?”

“No dummy. I know how to have sex. Anybody can pump and hump.” The image of my ex flashed in my mind. “I want passion, chemistry and hot, sweaty multiple orgasms.” I tossed the pillow on the floor and rose, knee walking across the sofa toward him. My fingers teased the hem of his T-shirt. They finagled their way underneath the soft material and behind the waistband of his jeans. I pulled him close. “I want to make love.”

“For twelve days? Then I’m off the hook?” He looked so relieved I almost giggled.

I pushed my pelvis against his cock and smiled when it twitched back to life. “Yes.” I grabbed his ass and gave it a tight squeeze. Then, I ran my mouth up the side of his neck to his ear, nibbling the lobe. “You interested?”

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I’m giving away an ebook copy (INT) of the multi-award-winning Can’t Fake This to a lucky commenter. I’d love to hear what you think is wicked hot or wicked yummy.  Don’t forget to sign up for my newsletter to find out about new releases.

Can’t Fake This:

2011 Best Contemporary ~ Love Romances Cafe

2012 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Winner

2011 Golden Claddagh Finalist

CAN’T FAKE THIS buy Kindle version on Amazon and all versions at Loose, Id.

CAN’T FAKE THIS Excerpt

See the CAN’T FAKE THIS book trailer

DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE BUY NOW from Amazon or from Siren Publishing

DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE EXCERPTS

Visit Casey at http://www.caseycrow.com

Follow on Twitter @caseyecrow and Facebook Casey Crow

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Alpha Male Hop – Who said “strong” was only for the men?

Posted in General on October 18th, 2012 by Casey Crow

Welcome to the Alpha Male Hop Blog Party and a big shout out to Carrie Ann for hosting the event

When I think of an Alpha Male, I think of “strong”, but who said only men had to be strong. I love writing kick-ass heroines. I love it when a female does the unexpected and doesn’t care what others think of her. Take Miley Cyrus for instance with her new haircut.

Before:

After:

Okay, I’m not one to get caught up in pop culture aside from reading the covers of tabloids while waiting in line at the grocery store so talking about a celebrity is sorta new for me, but I’m making an exception with the former Hannah Montana Disney star. I’ll be the first to admit I like her old style better, but I love how she embracing individuality, saying, “I’ve never felt prettier and more comfortable in my own skin.” This got me wondering what are some other things people could change about themselves to give them a new outlook on life? New clothes? New residence? Getting rid of excess baggage (ie. the boyfriend from hell you thought was an angel until ya’ll broke up then you realize “what was I thinking?”)? Or are you one of those lucky people who has always had self-confidence?

My heroine in Can’t Fake This, Anna Ryan, wasn’t so lucky. She got her confidence ripped apart in a bad divorce, but found her way back through what we Southerners like to call “grit.” Then she was 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.

 

How perfect that I’m giving away an ebook copy (International) of the multi-award-winning Can’t Fake This to a lucky commenter just as we are gearing up for the holidays! Um…let me warn you. It’s steaming, as in melt the snow hot.  Don’t forget to sign up for my newsletter to find out about new releases.

Can’t Fake This:

2011 Best Contemporary ~ Love Romances Cafe

2012 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Winner

2011 Golden Claddagh Finalist

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Badlib Blog Hop

Posted in General on August 10th, 2012 by Casey Crow

Welcome to the Badlibs Blog Hop! I’m giving away an ebook copy of the award-winning, freakin’ hot CAN’T FAKE THIS.  So let’s get this party started, right? And BTW this is X-rated!

 

Badlibs Story

            Damian sauntered across the room. His intense gaze made Libby weak. His pecs bulged. His impressively broad shoulders her folds swell. He was so large, um all over that he made her feel fragile in comparison. His teal eyes danced with mischief.

“Get over here, Libby. I want to suck your pussy lips, and can’t stop myself from coming on your breasts.” He reached gently, making her body quiver deliciously.

“Oh, Damian. Be rougher with me. I haven’t had mind-blowing sex in so long.” Libby groaned.  Her eyes slid closed and her head fell back.

His tongue touched her own and drew a trail from her lips. A calloused hand stroked her nipple making her anxious clit throb. With two fingers, he entered her hole. She couldn’t stop the juice from escaping her haven.

“Lay back, Libby. Let me love your body. I want you hotter than the time before I pumped my cum in your mouth.” He grinned devilishly.

She moaned, nodding. She pushed her hips closer and sighed deep in her throat. “Anything you want, Damian. I want to feel your thick cock so badly I can barely stand it.”

A shiver skated down her neck at the feel of his hardness  invading her. Sensations like a hurricane moved through her. She could feel the building storm  start with a pulsing in her core. She looked up into his face. His knowing eyes laughed with amusement. His skillful fingers pressed deeply into her ass. She could taste his salty sweat. His increased speed caused her hips to buck against the bed. A sound, like a tiger  vibrated in her chest. She knew she was going to come. All she needed was his cock pounding her faster.

With a final growl she tumbled into bliss. Her abs tensed, her ass cheeks tightened and her eyes closed on the feeling of his dick sinking further into her.

*****

Hope you enjoy the badlibs!

 

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CAN’T FAKE THIS buy Kindle version on Amazon and all versions at Loose, Id.

CAN’T FAKE THIS Excerpt

See the CAN’T FAKE THIS book trailer

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