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The Romance Reviews Blog Hop

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

The Romance Reviews Erotic Romance Madness Hop

 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.”

 ******

 So what do you think makes a real man? Don’t forget to leave a comment for a chance to win an ebook copy of CAN’T FAKE THIS. I love connecting with readers and making new friends!

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Mixing Passion with Passionate

Posted in General on May 7th, 2012 by Guest

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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Chocolates & Roses Blog Hop & Character Interview

Posted in General on May 3rd, 2012 by Casey Crow

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?

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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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Great News!

Posted in General on May 3rd, 2012 by Casey Crow

Hey friends! I’m excited to share my fabulous news! I have just signed with agent Nicole Resciniti of The Seymour Agency! We are currently working on selling the first manuscript in the Dream Dress Series HUSTLER’S DREAM. I LOVE this project because the heroine is a Southern socialite and pool shark – she kicks a** with a charming smile on her face! An excerpt is posted in the “Her works” section on my website. This manuscript has also finaled in the Golden Claddagh and Ignite the Flame book contest AND came in second (2 points behind the winner!) in the RT American Idol contest a few weeks a the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention!

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Nicole Morgan’s latest book gives back to the families of wounded and fallen US Navy SEALs

Posted in General on May 3rd, 2012 by Guest

What could possibly go wrong for US Navy SEAL, Nick Slater when he meets up with his recently retired teammate and best friend, Tom? The answer is… everything.


*Note: 10% of the author royalties on this book will benefit nonprofit organizations dedicated to providing educational assistance and support grants to families of wounded and fallen United States Navy SEALs.

Sweet Affliction by Nicole Morgan

Sweet Awakenings 4 (Navy SEALs Series)


*Note: 10% of the author royalties on this book will benefit nonprofit organizations dedicated to providing educational assistance and support grants to families of wounded and fallen United States Navy SEALs.

After spending years serving his country as a Navy SEAL, Commander Nick Slater is ready for retirement. Mercenaries hired to kill him, ambush him and his plans take a drastic turn.

AJ Harwood is facing one of the most difficult times of her life. A chance encounter with Nick Slater is the last thing she wants, yet she is thrust into his world and trapped in its surroundings.

AJ is Nick’s only hope as he tries to find out who is out to kill him. With each passing day more secrets are uncovered and the reason behind the attack is revealed. Nick joins forces with his former teammates to find the person behind the high priced hit put on all of their heads. As precious time ticks away Nick and AJ are faced with the possibility that after finding each other, they may lose everything in an instant.

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“Raise your arms over your head,” he instructed her.

She did as he asked, and he felt his cock twitch at the sight. She looked heavenly. Her womanly curves were always evident under her clothing, but seeing her lying before him, completely naked and exposed to him, he saw a sensuous and erotic side to her that he wondered if she even knew she possessed.

He saw her eyes travel down his body and stop on his midsection. The sweats he was wearing did little to hide his bodily reaction to her. They were the only remaining barrier between them, and he hated them.

Sliding his hands in the band of his pants, he pulled the too-tight fabric down and past his waist. Her eyes widened, and he saw the fire return to them when his dick jutted out almost proudly from the constraining fabric. He knew she’d seen him naked before but certainly not in this state. Although it wouldn’t be that farfetched to believe that even unconscious she aroused such a reaction in him.

He continued to slide them down his thighs and finally his calves until they remained at his ankles. He quickly kicked them off and stood before her. A droplet of pre-cum sat on the tip, and he rubbed it with his thumb, grasping his hardness and stroking it twice.

“This is what you do to me. From the moment I woke up and saw you, I’ve wanted you.”

“Then show me, Nick. Please.”

If he had a genie standing before him and offering him three wishes, none of them would come close to being as magnificent as what lay before him. She was perfection.

He climbed on the bed and pushed her legs apart as he crawled between them. Her gaze was locked on him. Her nipples were pointy and seemed to beckon him to hurry and take her. He positioned himself at her entrance and looked down at her.

“You’re sure? There’s no turning back after this,” he asked her, needing her to be sure, needing to hear that she wanted this as much as he did.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Slowly, he slid his head past her lips, delving into her wet slit and stretching her opening. Her pussy felt so tight he couldn’t believe it. He nearly stopped for fear he was hurting her, but her eyes closed, her head dropped back, and she arched her entire body into him.

He had to be careful not to put too much weight on his side, so he wrapped his fingers around her waist and pulled her closer to him. The movement drove him deeper inside her. He gritted his teeth and tried to hold on. He was only halfway inside her, and he could already feel himself losing control. She was so tight, like a velvet grip surrounding him with the finest silk.

She whimpered, and he watched in bliss as her hands met with her breasts, cupping and squeezing her nipples. He needed to feel all of her and thrust himself inside her.

“Oh, Nick!”

She screamed his name, and it snapped the small amount of restraint he had left. He drove into her deeper, using his grip on her waist to rock in and out of her hot core. He was lost in the images before him. If he looked up he saw her fondling and pinching her nipples as her head was flailing from side to side. If he looked down he could see his dick, thick and hard and coated with her wetness as he slid in and out of her.

The tight vise she provided him was pure heaven. It was just the right amount of stroking to increase his throbbing. Continuing to glance between her hands teasing her nipples and the sight of him thrusting in and out of her, he quickened his pace.

He was so close but wanted to feel her fall just once more. He wanted to know the feel of her walls spasm around him as she screamed once again. Urgent and hungry for that pleasure, he trailed his right hand down her hip and brought it to her drenched opening. His impatience didn’t allow him to coax her to release. The need was primal to feel her come while he was inside her.

Sliding his thumb against her clit, he rubbed it vigorously. Her body jolted, still sensitive from the last two times he had taken her there. He watched in amazement as her body shook from every flick of his finger.

“Jesus, AJ, come for me, sweetheart.”

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The Spring Fling Blog Hop – Italian Cooking with DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE

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

 

Welcome to the Spring Fling Blog Hop hosted by Selena Blake, Reading Between the Wines, and Bitten by Paranormal Romance!   To celebrate the spring release of DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE (Internationally). I’m giving away an ebook to a lucky commenter!

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.

In DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE, Campbell and Rod are foodies. They wine and dine at Jean Georges in New York City and two other fabulous places in Italy.  Amongst other things, they have manicotti, tiramisu, wine, and lots more wine. So to go along with this Italian food theme, I’m offering up my favorite pasta recipe. Hope you enjoy it!

Penne Pasta with Chicken in a Sun-dried Tomato Cream Sauce

INGREDIENTS:

3 shallots, peeled and chopped

1 teaspoon vegetable oil

8 ounces chicken breast, cooked, deboned, julienned

4 ounces sun-dried tomatoes, sliced (I used diced – it makes a prettier & yummier sauce)

1/2 cup heavy cream

1 pound penne pasta, cooked

1 1/2 teaspoon butter  OR 2 tablespoons vegetable oil

2 tablespoons Parmesan cheese, grated

1 teaspoon fresh basil, julienned

DIRECTIONS:

Saute shallots in oil for 2 minutes or until soft. Add chicken and tomatoes and cook over moderate heat for 5 minutes. Add cream and cook, stirring occasionally, for 5 minutes. Add remaining ingredients and toss to combine. Serve immediately.

To do my personal super quick and just as delicious but healthier version: While pasta is boiling, pour two cans (drained) of shredded chicken into a pan, add a jar of minced sun dried tomatoes (1/3  to ½ drained of the olive oil), pour in ¾ to 1 pint of FAT FREE ½ and ½, add a few shakes of dried basil and more than a few shakes of dried parsley, plus a little salt. Drain pasta. Add sauce. Fold in ¾ bag of grated parmesan.  (I leave out the shallots and all the basil since I don’t really care for that, but that’s just me.)

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Now if that doesn’t wet your appetite, maybe this MAINSTREAM EXCERPT will:

“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.

*****

What’s your favorite Italian dish? I’d love to hear about it! Don’t worry if your post doesn’t appear. For some reason comments have been been going to spam this week, but I’m getting them and approving them so they will appear, and hopefully my webmaster will get my website back in shape soon.

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Just Romance Me Earth Day Blog Hop – What’s your dance style?

Posted in General on April 20th, 2012 by Casey Crow

Thanks for joining me and Just Romance Me! (A big shout out to Michael at JRM for helping me through some technical difficulties.) I’m giving away an ebook copy of DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE, a Bookstrand m/f Best Seller. I’m also giving away an ebook copy of the multi-award winning CAN’T FAKE THIS to the winner of Just Romance Me’s grand prize winner.

So I just returned from the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention in Chicago. It was incredible! My favorite part was when my mnauscript HUSTLER’S DREAM finaled in the RT American Idol contest! Another one of my favorite parts was attending the dance parties they had each night. I love to dance – to the point one of my degrees is in dance! I even still take jazz class each week, and I have to say the ladies in my class still have it. We even got a standing ovation last year at the recital :).

Because of my love for ballet in particular, I wrote DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE.  This “Sexy, Sassy & Southern” book is a ballet inspired and Italy infused f/m erotic.

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 an 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?”

******

 Campbell loves all forms of dance, but classical ballet is her favorite.  What’s your favorite?  I used to own a dance studio where I taught all forms of dance, but I’d have to say lyrical ballet is my favorite to dance to…unless I’ve got a hot guy who wants to throw down with some Latin salsa. Um…yeah, I kinda need a guy for that one, but I’ll keep hoping.

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Interview with Male Cover Model Jason Baca!

Posted in General on April 17th, 2012 by Casey Crow

 

Hey, y’all! I’m so dang honored (aka beyond excited) to have male cover model Jason Baca here today. Ladies, feel free to ask him questions or just ogle over his yummy pictures!

Seriously, though, I really do appreciate Jason for taking the time out of his busy schedule for this interview.

How did you get into cover modeling? Was it always your ambition to model?

Jason- Modeling didn’t become an ambition of mine until after college. I was originally fixated on becoming a professional baseball player but that career hit the brakes in my 3rd yr in college ball. After college I had people telling me at the gym that I should do modeling and that I had a perfect face for modeling… So I later became one.. Then 11 yrs into it I was about to call it quits when I saw my first romance novel of someone that looked just like me. It really opened my eyes to a whole new world I’d never ventured in. It kick started my everything in an instant because of all the ideas I had in my head that I wanted to get started on. I remember I couldn’t even sleep for a few days because of all the neat poses I had in my head that I wanted to see on covers.

What has been your most memorable shoot? Any exciting locations?

Jason – My most memorable shoot had to be my very first one which was in Bodega Bay,CA. on location for the movie “I Know What You Did Last Summer” where I’d been a double for Freddie Prinze Jr. The photographer of the movie had called me over to take some photos of me. I just remember seeing the looks on the actors faces as they walked out of their honey wagons and peered over at me. They were like “Now who the heck is this guy? I haven’t seen him yet, is he part of the script that I overlooked?” Once they had an understanding of what I was about,it was okay but there was that moment of confusion on their part that I gotquite the thrill out of. I played it off like I was one of them of course and acted extremely confident. 

I do a little modeling on the side – mostly print – and the early call times about kill me. What do you think is the best and worst thing about modeling?

Jason – The best thing about all this is seeing me on yet another amazing cover looking my best and showing others and seeing their reactions. The worst part is when I have a craving for something delicious, I can’t eat it…  I can look at the menu but I just can’t eat…  I can feel the cushion but I can’t have a seat!

In addition to romance covers, what other type jobs keep you busy?

Jason – Rarely do I do other types  of modeling assignments other then this. But now there has been a lot of projects for me to do the workout magazines where I perform various exercises. It is a lot of fun. Besides that I occasionally will get assignments for energy drinks or standard model work which I have slowed down from doing these days. I’ve kind of grown out of that emotionally. 

Can you tell us about your book, The Overexposed Model / Journey of a Male Model?

Jason – Sure well they are both modeling books that are sold through amazon.com and barnes & noble. They are books to help the average model become a success. I provide tips on what a person can do when they aren’t modeling or the various exercises they can be doing to make their body look better more beautiful for the camera. 

What is your workout routine? Do you have a weakness for any unhealthy foods?

Jason – I workout 6 days a week, 1 hour sessions. I work 1 body part per day and include abs, calves and forearms in every workout. I also do 15-20 minutes of cardio at the end of my workouts. I am unlike most people in the gym that work to get to the sore stage and then drop the weights… For me, I start counting WHEN it gets sore cause I know that is when the muscle starts to grow.

And yes, my weaknesses are Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups & Mr.Goodbar’s. During Halloween one season I bought a bag of 50 or so cups for children when they came to my house. Only 1 kid came by though so around 9pm I decided to eat one… then another then another then 47 later, there was a knock at my door.. I opened the door and there were 4 kids yelling trick or treat.. So I thought and thought…  I went in the cabinet and grabbed 4 boxes of instant pudding and gave them all to the kids.. I told them to give them to their Mom’s and they’ll know how to make it.. Yea the kids were very confused by the whole thing.

Please describe a typical photo shoot day.

Jason – Ok well I get up around 8am if the shoot is for 12 noon. I put on an ice pack around my face incase its a little puffy. Then I put on a masque, the one I’m using right now is a Clay Oatmeal & Avocado masque. In the shower I use Aveeno’s Positively nourishing energizing body wash which invigorates my skin and senses. It contains lemongrass,grapefruit & rosemary. Then I use Tree Hut’s Tropical Blends Kiwi Body Wash. Then an Ultra Rich Shea Butter Creme which contains moisturizing beads. Then a soap free cleansing lather put out by the body shop which will purify and condition my skin.

And for my face I use Clean & Clear’s Morning Burst in shower facial follow by Olay’s botanical fusion restore scrub,then St.Ives Mineral Therapy moisture polishing wash.  After the shower I use an aloe deep penetrating moisturizer for the body and follow that up with a second coat of St.Ives Naturally Indulgent Coconut Milk & Orchid Extract which is a long lasting moisture which will leave my skin feeling silky & smooth. For my face I use Loreal’s anti-dark circle eye moisturizer which diminishes dark circles. Then an anti-wrinkle eye serum followed by a daily anti-age moisturize that contains green tea. Then Garnier’s Skin Renew regenerating serum. Then finally Clinique’s dramatically different moisturizing creme.

Once I have completed this routine I am all set for whatever happens from this point on. When I arrive at the studio, its me, and the art director,photographer,co-model, and make up artist. Usually the MUA has to do a lot of work to the co-model but very little if anything on me. Maybe a touch up here and there to prevent a shine on my face. They usually start us off with a simple pose to get comfortable with one another. We are usually complete strangers and had just met that very same day. Most of the models I’d encountered are pros though. They know how to pose, know how to look at me and aren’t nervous. Then I’ve had some that are very nervous about it all or they may have built too much up in their head before hand so the photos come back un-useable. Sometimes couples shoots can be tough, both got to be on key and not thinking about anything other then that moment. 

As romance authors, we occasionally get a certain “look” when we tell people what we do for a living. Is it the same for cover models?

Jason – Ok yea well I know that look all too well. That look they give you is a strange different look. A lot of times they are caught off guard by it. They look at me after I tell them what I do and are kind of confused. But it’s okay because I too give them that same look when they tell me what they do.

How do publishers book you for jobs?

 Jason – Its very simple, all they have to do is contact my management -  http://www.hmmodels.com/model.asp?modelID=395

Can independent authors use stock photos of you for their covers? Where do we find them?

Jason – They most certainly can. And there is a link they can go to get those here -  http://www.theauthorsredroom.com/cover-model-jason-baca-bares-it-all/

Lastly, is there a “cover model club” or some place where fans can find you?

Jason – There is kind of a club brewing and it all begins here - http://www.romancetreasure.com

I can’t thank you enough for being here!

Jason – Well the pleasure is all mine, Casey! And thank you for having me be one of your guests today.

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Hunky Heros Blog Hop & Giveaway

Posted in General on April 16th, 2012 by Casey Crow

 

Thank you for joining me and Riverina Romantics for the Hunky Heros Blog Hop! We are celebrating the release of my f/m erotic 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 an 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?”

******

The story takes place in New York City and Bellagio, Italy. Let me just say that Rod and Campbell wine and dine at some fabulous restaurants – manicotti, beef Wellington, grilled sea bass, even pumpkin soup. What’s your favorite dish? I’m going with lasagna!

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Guest Randi Alexander has a New Release, Contest, and Book Giveaway!

Posted in General on April 9th, 2012 by Guest

Thank you, Casey. It’s a pleasure to be a guest on your blog. I’m Randi Alexander and I write cowboy erotic romance. I’m published with The Wild Rose Press’ Cowboy Kink line. My second Cowboy Kink, Her Cowboy Stud, was released March 23.

I love Casey’s tagline: Sexy, Sassy, and Southern. I had the pleasure of spending a weekend with Casey at the Silken Sands Writers’ Conference, and I have to say, she is definitely all three!

The weather that weekend was absolutely beautiful, and it was difficult to be sitting in the conference rooms when the beach was calling.

As an author, I have to admit, I like gloomy days. When it’s bright and sunny outside, my mind wanders. I want to be out in the garden, or taking a walk or a bike ride. It’s very hard to concentrate on what I need to get done.

When I write, I have to have complete focus to stay in the deep point of view of my characters. I can’t seem to do that when I’m daydreaming about chasing after the ice cream truck with the kids.

Here’s my sad secret: sometimes when I’m alone during the day, and I have a lot to get done, I close the blinds and draw the curtains. Isn’t that awful? I feel a bit guilty, (and kind of like a mole,) but sometimes it’s the only way I can get everything done in the short time I have to do it.

What are your tricks for accomplishing your tasks? I’d love to hear your secrets for staying focused and resisting temptation. Leave a comment for your chance to win my new anthology, Cowboy Bad Boys.

Here’s a Sexy, Sassy, and Southern book blurb and excerpt for you. I hope you enjoy them!

Trace McGonagall’s quiet life on his Houston stud ranch is shaken up when gorgeous Macy Veralta arrives to claim an inheritance left to her in his uncle’s will. Trace sees her as just another gold digger, but he also can’t resist her curvy body. When she hints at being the perfect submissive to his Dom, he has to have her.

Macy wouldn’t have been three months late to claim her inheritance if she’d known Trace was sin in jeans. The cowboy’s dominant bearing and the smoldering glint in his eyes send shivers to her toes and stirs images of being bound in his bed and disciplined at his hand. But could Trace’s perfect seduction be part of his plan to reclaim her inheritance?

EXCERPT:  Over 18 only, please.

Stepping into the bedroom, Trace watched Macy from behind as she set her folded clothes on a chair. His rod jerked as it filled and stretched. She was hot. Her curves as full and rich as the rolling hills of his land.

Ambling up to her, he pressed himself along her back, his cock nestling against the tempting slit of her ass.

She reached her arms over her head and locked her hands behind his neck. “Mmm hmm.” When she slowly circled her hips and ground her tight ass against his growing erection, he knew he had to have her again. Now.

“What are you doin’ to me?” he murmured in her ear, tracing the delicate shell with his lips. He forgot his growling stomach—he’d never been this hungry for a woman.

“I’m trying to seduce you.”

“It’s workin’.” He chuckled.

“I can tell,” she breathed as a shiver jittered her body.

He turned her, kissing her, his tongue plunging quickly, ramping up the tension between them. “I want you.” He narrowed his eyes and with his hands on her ass, he pulled her hips against his, her soft mound cradling his erection.

“I know what you need, Trace,” her voice rasped. “It’s the same with me. I want you hard and fast this time.” The naughty glint in her blue eyes charged like electricity through him, shooting wild, throbbing pulses down into his cock.

“I want to take you from behind.” He’d been craving this from the moment he saw her looking out over his land, her white pants snug on her perfect ass, her sexy calves bare, and her feet, delicate in those high heeled sandals. “I want your sweet ass pressed up against my hips, and I want to feel my balls slappin’ against your shaved mound.”

Her eyes closed as she cried, “Yes, please. I want you inside me. Fuck me from behind.”

He swatted her butt. “You can get naughty, can’t you.”

Her eyes glowed. “I can. How naughty can you get?” She smacked his ass twice as hard.

Did his little blushing lady hide a fetish? “You like to be spanked?” He rubbed his palm over her ass cheek.

She bit her lip and nodded. The color flooded back in her cheeks, and her eyes gleamed with expectation.

He spanked her once, the hard crack echoing in the room. “Too much?”

“Not enough.”

*********

To celebrate the release of Her Cowboy Stud, I’m giving away, to one lucky *commenter, an e-copy of my new erotic romance short story anthology, Cowboy Bad Boys. Just leave a comment today and we’ll choose a winner tomorrow. *Commenter must be 18 years of age or older to win.

I’m also giving away a custom-made messenger bag and a $50 gift certificate to Pureromance to one subscriber to my newsletter. For more details, and to sign up for this contest, please go to my website, RandiAlexander.com  And while you’re there, you can read the first chapter of Her Cowboy Stud.

Good luck, and thank you!

Randi

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Her Cowboy Stud available at The Wild Rose Press Wilder Roses
Kindle version is available at Amazon.com

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