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BDSM Unleased

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

 

Welcome to the BDSM Unleashed Blog Hop with The Playroom!To celebrate, I’m giving away an ebook copy of the award-winning Can’t Fake This. (INT gift)

 

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.

Now, now, I know this is a Christmas story, but since it’s about 100 degree down here in the South, I’d though I would heat things up some more with Christmas in July.

So here’s an X-rated excerpt of what happens on the Fifth Day of Christmas:

“I kinda like the fact I’m an original.”

“You are that.” He tugged my face to his as he pressed his lips to mine in a passionate kiss.

When he let me up for air, I asked, “How will I get the full effect of making out in a cop car if you aren’t properly dressed?”

“Baby, in five minutes it won’t matter, ’cause we’ll both be naked.” He playfully tapped my chin with his knuckles before reaching for a set of handcuffs at his side. He hooked my wrists to the cage separating the front and backseats. “Is it too tight?”

I wasn’t about to complain. I was too desperate to see what was in store with the extra set of cuffs. “No, but they’re heavier than I expected.” The metal weighed down my bony wrists. I grabbed the cage to ease the pressure. “What’s today’s lesson? Bondage is hot?”

“You’re hot.” His sexy wink made my stomach flip-flop. “Today you learn variety is the spice of life.”

“Good one. By the way, you never told me the point of yesterday.”

“It’s okay to have fun.” The zipper on my jacket slid open. “My, my, my.” He smiled.

I’d “forgotten” to wear a shirt and bra today. “Thought you might like that.”

“Very much.” He took the other cuffs and pressed the circles over my breasts.

I arched as the cool steel teased my flesh, and moaned with the touch of his tongue to my nipples. “Harder.”

He squeezed my breast, sucking the whole thing into his mouth. The sensuous pain at my nipples made me forget my aching fingers gripping the cage.

I didn’t want it to end, but I knew traveling further down this road would lead to heaven, and I’d die a blissful death. “Fuck me.”

He snickered. “Aren’t you becoming quite the vixen?” He switched to the other breast. “I like it, but we aren’t here to fuck.”

“Then make love to me, damn it! I don’t care. Put your cock inside me, and for Christ’s sake, take off your clothes.”

“Are we gonna have to work on your patience some more?”

“Hell no.” Every flick of his tongue pushed a wave of pleasure down my body. It crashed on my clit. The bud throbbed and called for more.

He chuckled and kissed my nipples one last time before sitting back to undress. I ran my tongue across my lips as I watched him take forever to unbutton his maroon shirt. Inch by inch, the material fell away, revealing a tan, clean-shaven chest, firm pecs, and broad shoulders.

“Da—amn. Come here.”

He sat up enough for me to reach his chest. I softly kissed his purplish bruise first, and Chase wove his fingers through my hair as if thanking me for taking care of his “boo-boo.” I nibbled my way to his neck and tasted the sharp bite of his cologne. The fresh scent mixed with the heavier musk of arousal from my pussy.

I slid lower, and my tongue flicked his nipple. I laughed when he hissed. “I like being in control.”

“Uh…baby, need I remind you that you’re the one in cuffs?”

I felt his fingers caress my ribs. They wiggled slightly, enough to let me know he could tickle me at any time, and I’d be left helpless.

Before he got the chance, I squirmed, rubbing my swelling clit against his bulging cock. The movement caused my wrists to shift, the metal of the cuffs clinking against the steel cage. “Who’s on top?”

“You,” he said.

“Who can inflict the most pain right now?” I slid my teeth over an areola.

“Don’t hurt me.” The tone of his voice softened.

I looked up, and in that instant, I honestly felt my heart squeeze. “I won’t.”

He nodded and ran a hand up my flimsy skirt, flipping it up. “Whose is it?” The lack of panties clearly didn’t surprise him.

“What?”

Skillful fingers nestled their way into my folds, pinched my clit, then found haven rubbing my G-spot.

“Whose pussy is it?”

“Mine.”

He quirked a brow and rammed another finger hard inside me. “Try again and remember—I have the key to the cuffs. Now, whose pussy is it?”

“It’s yours.” I grunted at the pleasure he created with each thrust.

“You sure?”

I panted as the exquisite pounding got faster. “Yes, Chase. Oh, yes. C-come inside me.”

“I want you to beg.”

The first hints of orgasm curled low in my abdomen. “Pl-please.”

He pulled out and lifted me off his thighs. “My prisoner.”

He’d hooked my arms to the cage so I half stood, half crouched with my legs wide apart in my taupe heels, an unzipped jacket revealing hard nipples, and a thin skirt Chase had somehow managed to tie into a knot at my waist.

He visibly swallowed and blew out a slow breath of appreciation. “Fuck, you’re hot.”

“I don’t feel like a prisoner. How about sex slave?” Never had a man simply stared at me with such admiration, such desire. My focus on him matched his concentration on me as he slid his pants down.

“No.” His hard cock sprang free. Precum glistened on its tip. “A goddess. My fantasy.” He donned a condom and pulled me down, sliding into me so easily, so perfectly.

It felt like my body was made solely for this man. No other had ever brought me to such heights. My head fell back, banging against the cage. “Ouch.”

“You okay?” He grinned and reached up to caress my injury.

As he sat up his cock shifted inside me. The tip touched my G-spot, and I relished the release of tight muscles relaxing to fit him. “Oh, yeah.” I couldn’t remember when this contact, this connection had felt more right.

Chase lifted my hips, then quickly drew me back over his thick shaft. He slowly slid me up and yanked me down again. And again. Our low moans heated the car’s interior. The windows fogged. The humidity clung to our bodies. Sweat beaded Chase’s temple, and I became mesmerized as I watched it fall down his cheek.

He reached for another set of handcuffs beside his thigh and slipped them between us. He pulled my folds apart and tapped the cold metal against my sensitive bud, gently drumming it, vibrating my clit to hot readiness. Chase slammed his cock into me, his thrusts quickening until he threw the cuffs aside and grabbed my ass to pump harder still. Each collision sent a flash of fire to my G-spot. My legs trembled. My wrists strained against the cuffs. They prevented me from holding him as I wanted, other than to contract my muscles, gripping his cock. He grunted and closed his eyes. The wrinkles on his forehead let me know he forced himself to hold on until I climaxed.

I came in a violent, convulsive wave. My body jerked and quivered. It didn’t matter my arms were in handcuffs; they felt like noodles anyway. As my body continued to shake, Chase unhooked my restraints, setting me free to press my bare nipples to his. He held tight to my hips as I clung to his shoulders, and all the while, we shared a passionate, openmouthed kiss. Our slick bodies met and collided with more hard thrusts.

“We aren’t fucking,” he whispered into my mouth.

“I know.”

“You feel it too?”

“You can’t fake this.”

*******

Do you know what I like best about this scene? When Anna bumps her head! LOL  Do you have any “not so sexy” moments like that?

 

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Posted in General on July 9th, 2012 by Casey Crow

Welcome to the Hot Jocks Hop with Guilty Pleasures and Under The Covers. Hmmm…hot jocks. **Sigh** Okay, I’ll admit I’ve dated a few – a pro golfer, a couple of University of Alabama football players, but my greatest jock crush was the senior baseball pitcher at my high school (I was in the seventh grade at the time).  He had to go off and sign with a major league team and leave me heart broken. LOL Nowadays, I’m digging Derek Jeter. Who’s your favorite?

I’m giving away an ebook copy of Can’t Fake This to a lucky commenter! Yes, I know, it’s a Christmas story, but how about a little Christmas in July cause if it’s not already hot enough for you, this award-winning book will surely heat you up.

 

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.”

*****

So what makes a real man for you?

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Cocked and Loaded Blog Hop – Christmas in July

Posted in General on July 4th, 2012 by Casey Crow

Welcome to the Cocked and Loaded Blog hop with Close Encounters of the Night Kind! Don’t you just LOVE that title? My Christmas in July gift to you is an ebook copy (INT) of the award winning CAN’T FAKE THIS! Don’t forget to leave a comment for a chance to win and as always, newsletter subscribers get a bonus entry.

 

 

Since it’s already 100 degrees outside, I’d thought I crank up the temperature even more and pull out my Twelve Days of Christmas story.

You know that show Millionaire Matchmaker on Bravo, right? Of course you do. Patti Stanger rocks with her take no crap from anybody self. I love it when she says “the pecker does the picking.” Well, that got me thinking about a scene in  CAN’T FAKE THIS, Anna’s ***that other P word** does the picking. The attraction she feels for Chase is instaneous. Here’s a snippet to illustrate what I’m talking about: 

ADULT Excerpt:

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.

*****

I’d love to hear about moments you’ve had where the attraction blows you away!

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.

2012 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Winner                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       2011 Best Contemporary ~ Love Romance Cafe                                                                                                                 2011 Golden Claddagh Finalist                                                                                                                                                    Gold Star ~ Just Erotic Romance Reviews

 

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Celebrating Independence Blog Hop with CAN’T FAKE THIS

Posted in General on July 2nd, 2012 by Casey Crow

Thank you for helping me celebrate our great couuntry with The BlogHopSpot! Since it’s so hot outside, I’d thought I heat things up more with Christmas in July. CAN’T FAKE THIS sure  puts a sexy spin on The Twelve Days of Christmas!

You know that show Millionaire Matchmaker on Bravo, right? Of course you do. Patti Stanger rocks with her take no crap from anybody self. I love it when she says “the pecker does the picking.” Well, that got me thinking about a scene in my debut. In CAN’T FAKE THIS, Anna’s ***that other P word** does the picking. The attraction she feels for Chase is instaneous. Here’s a snippet to illustrate what I’m talking about:

 

Excerpt:

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 p**** 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.

 

I’d love to hear about moments you’ve had where the attraction blows you away! I’m giving away a copy of CAN’T FAKE THIS to a lucky commenter and like always, newsletter subscribers get a bonus entry.

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.

****

2011 Best Contemporary ~ Love Romances Cafe

2012 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Winner

2011 Golden Claddagh Finalist

Gold Star ~ Just Erotic Romance Reviews

 

Buy now at: Loose, Id    Barnes & Noble    Amazon

                         Fictionwise     All Romance

 

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Chance to win over 400 prizes in July!

Posted in General on June 30th, 2012 by Casey Crow

I’m participating in the Sizzling Summer Reads with The Romance Reviews. During the month of July, over 400 authors are doing givewaways which includes a $100 gift certificate grand prize! My date is July 27 for chance to win Dance with a Millionaire. Check by then for a fun Q&A where I’ll be asking YOU the questions and the answers are somewhere on my website!

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Angels & Demons Blog Hop with Dance with a Millionaire

Posted in General on June 28th, 2012 by Casey Crow

 

Welcome to the Angels and Demons blog hop!  To celebrate, I’m giving away an ebook copy (INT) of my latest release DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE to a lucky commenter. Newsletter subscribers get a bonus entry.

 

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.

So the name of the hop is Angels and Demons and I’ll admit DWAM is a contemporary, but when I think of demons I immediately think about horror films. Now since I’m the kid that would throw up at slumber parties whenever a horror movie got turned on, I’ll stick with Campbell and her love for old classic films. Here’s a little snippet about Campbell regaling one such movie.

“How are you feeling?”

“Much better.”

He lifted his hand, but hovered over her cheek as if afraid touching it would hurt her. “The swelling has gone down, but the bruise…” His brows furrowed in anger.

“Will fade. I’m okay, Rod.”

“The thought of losing you…”

She silenced him with a kiss, a deep, soul-penetrating exchange they hadn’t shared since the morning before. Had it been only then? It seemed like months ago.

They ate sitting on the sofa and watching the old Gene Kelly movie, Singin’ in the Rain.

“It’s one of my all-time favorites,” she told him.

“If I lie and say this is my favorite, too, instead of The Godfather will that give me brownie points.”

“You have more than enough. Have I thanked you for taking care of me?”

“No.”

“How ‘bout I prove my gratitude?”

“Deal, but later though. I want to finish watching this.”

Her eyes widened in surprise.

He shrugged. “What? I have a crush on Debbie Reynolds. She’s cute, and what’s the word?” He snapped his fingers coming up with the answer. “Perky.”

She giggled. “I wasn’t aware you knew that word, but I agree. I love it when she sings “Good Morning” and turns morning into marrr…nin’.”

He sang the words she’d just said.

“Hey, I’ve never heard you sing. You sound good!”

“I’m okay, but better at sports. What about you? You haven’t utilized those wind pipes around me.”

“With good reason. I’m atrocious. I can’t carry a tune in a bucket, and that’s on a good day.”

“Tune in a bucket? Is that another Southern phrase?”

“Hmm…I don’t think so. Maybe. I don’t really know where it comes from, but Granny used to say it. She had another for my daddy.” She paused in preparation for her best drawl. “Y’all know when that boy is fixin’ to sing a song, the birds go a’hollerin’ and the cows come a’runnin’.”

He squeezed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. “Please tell me you people don’t actually say that.”

“No, we’re not all rednecks, but I tell you what, it irritates the dickens out of me when people think just because I talk slow, I’m stupid.”

“Could be the blonde hair.”

Campbell rolled her eyes. “Very funny.”

******

What classic movies do you like? They can be horror films, romances, anything! I’m going withWhite Christmas. It’s my favorite. I LOVE Vera Ellen’s dancing scenes. Casablanca is also right up there. Big surprise, but it’s a classic for a reason!

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Sharing my Favorite Book blog hop

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

Welcome to the Sharing my Favorite Book blog hop with Reading Romances.com.  I’m giving away an ebook copy (INT) of my latest release DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE to a lucky commenter and newsletter subscribers get a bonus entry.

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 sneak peek with this 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 I guess you’ve figured out that DWAM is one of my favorite books. I also love Pride and Prejudice (who doesn’t?). I just finished Susan Mallery’s Delicious which was great and before that was Jennifer Crusie’s Agnes and the Hitman. I also love the ease of reading Nora Roberts and Debbie Macomber. What’s your favorite book?

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Sexy Summer Solstice Blog Hop with DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE

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

 

Thanks for joining the Just Romance Me hop! I’m giving away an ebook copy (INT) of DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE to a lucky commenter and newsletter subscribers get a bonus entry!

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.

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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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LoveStruck Blog Hop – Heating up summer with Dance with a Millionaire

Posted in General on June 14th, 2012 by Casey Crow

 

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.

 

Now, turn up the AC ’cause here’s an ADULT EXCERPT:

“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.

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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

Pour tequila, pineapple juice, lemon juice, and grenadine into a glass filled with ice. Top with club soda and garnish with a pineapple wedge.

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What’s your favorite way to cool off this summer? Don’t forget to comment for a chance to win DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE!

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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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Summer is here! Great…

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

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!

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