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Drinking & Winning Blog Hop

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

Welcome to the Drinking and Winning Blog Hop with Reading Romances! Thank you for helping me celebrate the release of DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE. I’m giving away an ebook copy (INT prize) to a lucky commenter. Anyone who signs up for my newsletter gets 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.

In DWAM, they spend a lot of time in wining and dining at some of the best restaurants in New York City and Italy ~ drinking cappuccino with Bailey’s, wine, more wine, and grappa.  What’s grappa? It’s what I’m serving with DWAM. It’s an Italian brandy, an after dinner (or after sex) drink made from distilling the skins, pulp, seeds, and stems (i.e. the pomace) left over from pressing the grapes in winemaking.  It was originally made to prevent waste by using these leftovers. Some folks say it taste like grapes, but I’ve had it, and it taste lemony to me. REALLY strong alchoholic lemonade. Like, cough up a lung if you take too big of a sip strong.

In DWAM, Rod gets a little tipsy off grappa, but he gets absolutely drunk off Campbell as he brings out the vixen from within her.  Here’s a mainstream excerpt of when they first meet.

 

“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 drink? I have to confess I tend to order the same ol’ things so I would really love to hear your suggestions on what I should try next!

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DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE Release Party

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

It’s here! My ballet inspired, Italy infused, f/m erotic Dance with a Millionaire! To celebrate I’m giving away a mini MP3 player plus a copy of DWAM to a lucky commenter. The contest will run till March 24th, midnight.

I love this story, mostly because I’m also a ballet dancer. Plus, this was the first manuscript I ever wrote. I literally had a dream, and the next morning I woke up and typed everything I could remember. Thus was my foray into the world of writing romance. Talk about a dream come true!

 

Um, yeah, that’s me above. Just thought I’d show off my ballet skills like Campbell. She’s a super duper cook, too. One of my favorite scenes is when Campbell cooks a downhome country supper complete with collards, cornbread, grits, fried chicken, and apple pie.

So what skills do you have? I’d love to hear abou them!

Here’s a little teaser for you as well!

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.

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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Spring into Books Blog Hop

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

Welcome to the Spring into Books Blog Hop, hosted by eReadingonthecheap.com  & www.beckvalleybooks.blogspot.com. Thanks for joining me to celebrate the release of DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE.  I’m giving away an ebook copy of DWAM to a lucky commenter and anyone that signs up for my newsletter will get a bonus entry. Please include your email addy with the comment.

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.

*****

As I was editing this story, I noticed Rod and Campbell turn out to be sort of foodies. Rod wines and dines her not only in New York City, but also in Italy. In return, Campbell cooks a downhome Southern supper for him. So what’s your favorite dish? Feel free to share a recipe!

Don’t forget on the Release Party post, I’m giving away another copy of DWAM along with a mini MP3 player so be sure and check it out. I hope you’ll sign up for my newsletter to stay up-to-date on all things “Sexy, Sassy & Southern”!

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DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE Blog Tour Kicks off NOW!

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

Tomorrow is the release date of DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE, but the blog tour kicks off today at KT Bishop’s site. I love his football romances!

Join me HERE tomorrow for the DWAM Release party where I’m giving away a mini MP3 player!

 

 

 

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Small Press Treasures Blog Hop ~ Celebrating the Release of Dance with a Millionaire

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

Hey y’all!  Thanks for joining me at the Small Press Treasures blog hop! We are celebrating the Tuesdy release of DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE from Siren Publishing so mark your calendars for the March 20 because I’m giving away a mini MP3 player that day! Even better, I’m giving away an Advanced Reader’s Copy NOW to a lucky commenter! Anyone who signs up for my newsletters gets bonus entry!

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

Determined as she is to stay focused on the audition that will push her into stardom, dazzling attorney 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 herselfon their first date, but that doesn’t stop Rod from whisking her off to Italyand turning her into quite the vixen. Too bad he also had to use his powerfulinfluence to secure the lead for her. Now she’ll never know if her talent wasreal or “bought” by the man she thought was the love of her life.

Dance with a Millionaire 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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Also – be sure to check back here on March 20 for the release party. I’m giving away a mini MP3 player!

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DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE EXCERPTS

DWAM coming March 20 from Siren Publishing

CAN’T FAKE THIS 2011 Best Contemporary – Love Romances Cafe, JERR Gold Star, 2011 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Finalist

Buy Kindle version on Amazon and all versions at Loose, Id.

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Favorite Literary Characters

Posted in General on March 13th, 2012 by Casey Crow

Guess where I’m going this weekend? To the beach! Yep, I’m attending the Gulf Coast Chapter of Romance Writers of America Silken Sands Writer’s Conference on Pensacola Beach! The white sand is gorgeous and the water crystal clear. Jealous?

Well, that’s not the best part. Okay, maybe it is, but Silken Sands definitely has a few other things going for it, too. For starters, I’m presenting a PITCH PERFECT workshop. LOL Don’t worry, I’m not going to bore you with those details. It’s more fun to talk about the party they are throwing! We get to dress as our favorite literary character! How cool is that?

I’m wearing my “hooker” outfit which is basically a skimpy black strapless mini dress similiar to the one Anna Ryan wore in my debut CAN’T FAKE THIS. We can actually dress as any character from any book, not just our own, but I’m cheap and since I already have the dress, I’m wearing it. Plus, I really do like Anna. She’s a fiesty little thing.

I was thinking though, what other characters I’d might like to dress up as. Scarlett O’Hara? Well, duh, that one goes without saying. I’m pretty partial to Stephanie Lauren’s Regency England dutchess in her Devil Cynster novel.  The list really does get pretty endless when you think about it!

What would be your choice of favorite literary characters? What is it about that character that sets them apart? For me, it’s the strengh of a strong female I remember most.

 

Just to let you know – DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE is coming March 20th!!! Be sure to check back then for the release party. I’m giving away a mini MP3 player!

 

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Feelin’ Lucky Blog Hop with DWAM Adult Excerpt

Posted in General on March 6th, 2012 by Casey Crow

Hey y’all!  Thanks for joining me at the Feelin’ Lucky blog hop  hosted by I Smell Sheep and Fictional Candy. We are celebrating DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE from Siren Publishing so mark your calendars for the March 20 release date! I’m also giving away an ebook copy of DWAM to a lucky commenter! Anyone who signs up for my newsletters gets bonus entry!

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

Determined as she is to stay focused on the audition thatwill push her into stardom, dazzling attorney 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 herselfon their first date, but that doesn’t stop Rod from whisking her off to Italyand turning her into quite the vixen. Too bad he also had to use his powerfulinfluence to secure the lead for her. Now she’ll never know if her talent wasreal or “bought” by the man she thought was the love of her life.

 

ADULT X-RATED EXCERPT

For a second, the world stopped and as he pressed her chest into hers. His woodsy 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. She spread her fingers wide and 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 earrings 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 her coat.

“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.  “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 hot mouth.

His cock rubbed against her inner thigh, teasing her pussy with its nearness. 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. 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. 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. A frantic need rose inside her. It wanted to please him, to show she was as wild and as sexy as his other women.

Her fingers worked in desperate 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. 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 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. Always wondered what a girl raised on southern sunshine would taste like.”

“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 and making a smacking sound as he released it. “So long,” he mumbled before pulling the other into his mouth, 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 girating her hips as fulfillment closed in.

“Please, darlin’. Make me c-come.”

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 juices.

Holy fuck.

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?”

He snorted and closed his eyes, seemingly lost in pleasure. She knew the feeling. Well.

Grabbing the edge of the desk for leverage, she used it to help her buck against his powerful strokes. He held her hips, pulling her closer with every thrust, bringing her once again to climax. She stifled a scream, biting into her forearm as sparks shattered before her eyes. Tremors shook her repeatedly, but he pounded faster, faster until he exploded, spilling is seed into her.

Rod collapsed back onto the chair, hauling her with him. They remained joined as he kissed her.  The rise and fall of their chests from their heavy breathing seemed in sharp contrast to the slow easiness of the kiss. She tasted her essence on his lips.

“Damn.”

“Is that a compliment?”

“Baby, I’m telling you straight up that’s the best I’ve ever had.”

“Well, glad to be of service.” She patted his cheek. “Now get back to work.”

******

So Campbell took a cue from her love of classic movies and dressed in trench coat and heels before going to Rod’s office. What’s your favorite classic movie? I’m going with CASABLANCA – not because it’s one of the obvious choices for romance junkies, but I love the intensity of Bogart, especially when he looks at Bergman.

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Also – be sure to check back here on March 20 for the release party. I’m giving away a mini MP3 player!

 

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CAN’T FAKE THIS 2011 Best Contemporary – Love Romances Cafe, JERR Gold Star, 2011 Gayle Wilson Award of Excellence Finalist

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DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE coming soon!

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

My long-awaited DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE is coming March 20 with Siren Publishing. When I say “long-awaited,” I’m not kidding. This was the first manuscript I ever wrote – meaning I started it in, I’m guessing, 2006. I don’t even remember when I had a dream and when I woke up, I immediately sat down at the computer and pounded out everything I could remember. I never picked up a “how to write” book or had this great vision to become a writer, although I’d been thinking for a while “I could that” every time I read a Harlequin.
I piddled around on the story for a few years, which was originally entitled PAS DE DEUX but Mom made me nix it since most people don’t know what that means, until I joined RWA in 2009 and got serious about getting published. I went back and rewrote DWAM then let it sit as I was busy with other projects.  Finally, I submitted it to Siren and now here it is. Talk about a dream come true – literally!
Here’s the blurb:
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 galaproves 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.
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So what stories do you have regarding your first manuscript? Or if you are a reader, let’s hear about the first romance you remember reading!

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Wrestling With Temptation – Zoey Marcel

Posted in General on March 1st, 2012 by Guest

Thank you for having me here, Casey! I’m very excited about my book, Wrestling With Temptation. I love werewolves because they combine my favorite animal with men. Lol It’s a great combination.

I’ve done a lot of reading on wolves since they fascinate me so much and I wanted to have the story set in Wyoming since I’ve been there before. I decided to have it take place in Temptation, a fictitious town just outside of Jackson Hole.

I don’t really know how I got the plot for the story. I just knew I wanted some weird paranormal stuff in it. I remember researching the Grim Reaper and the death angel thinking that would make a good villain. I also had to research banshees, harpies and dire wolves since there’s some of that in there too. Of course where information was limited I simply inserted my weird imagination into the gaps.

The characters were fun to write with their quirks and the closeness of the pack, despite their differences. Some of them are tormented by their pasts, but I find the psychological exploration of a tortured character intriguing and it makes their eventual happiness that much sweeter.

[Ménage and More: Erotic Paranormal Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M, with M/M, werewolves, dubious consent, public exhibition, voyeurism, BDSM, spanking, sex toys, caning, fetish, sex in shifted form]

Morrigan, a resurrected banshee, is attacked by a harpy and saved by two werewolves. Jack is the eccentric alpha and Mark is his handsome beta. They invite her to stay with them on their ranch in Wyoming for protection. She meets two more werewolves, Quinn and Damon, who are lovers. Her mates introduce her to the world of BDSM and act as her guardians to protect her from the forces of evil that are after her.

Jack is torn between his love for Morrigan and the mission hell sent him on—to drag her to the underworld where Death can claim the woman who escaped him. Jack’s heart forbids it, but Death has others in line to kill her and eternal punishment in store for Jack if he goes rogue.

The pack must overcome their differences and band together if they are to protect Morrigan and redeem their soulless alpha.

 

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Morrigan moaned when his palms slid down to cup the material covering her breasts. They tightened almost painfully beneath his indulgent touch. His wandering hands said he burned for her. His mouth said he wanted her. Devilishly handsome Jack wanted boring, heartbroken, little Morrigan.

She pulled back before his hands could venture into the V of her robe to touch her chest. She had to stop this while she still had an ounce of sanity and willpower left to cling to. “We can’t.”

“Why not?” He reached for the tie on her robe, but she lightly grabbed his hand to stop him.

“It’s not fair to you guys. You’re both sexy as sin. You can have any woman you want.”

“We want you,” said Mark.

“Why? Look at me.”

“We are.” Jack’s smile became suggestive as he guided her to the mirror. “Take a good, hard look at that breathtaking face.”

“Oh, it’s breathtaking, all right,” she snorted in disgust, yelping when he swatted her fanny.

“I won’t stand for any insult directed at my mate. Say it. Say you’re beautiful.”

“But I’m not. Ow!” Her eyes narrowed when he slapped her buns again. “I can say it, but I won’t believe it.”

“Then you haven’t heard it enough,” Mark reasoned. “You need to hear it every day, because it’s true. You’re gorgeous, baby girl, and dead sexy.”

Her heart and eyes welled with joy over the adorable pet name he called her by. “Thank you both.”

Jack kissed her neck and dipped his hands down into her robe to cup her tits. She sighed with contentment and pushed into his sizzling palms more.

“Mine,” he growled against her skin as he massaged her bosom.

Mark stepped forward and loosened the tie at her waist. “Ours.”

The robe fell open, exposing her frontal nudity to them. She felt vulnerable and somehow beautiful in this moment simply because they wanted her so badly and seemed to think she hung the moon.

Jack moved so Mark could push the robe down her shoulders. Their eyes devoured her nudity with obvious approval.

Mark seemed in a hurry to strip. “We’re clean, you know. Lycans can’t get diseases, but we have papers if you want proof. Or if it makes you feel better we can wear condoms.”

“I believe you, but I don’t really want to get pregnant.”

Jack appeared to have all the answers. “Banshees can’t get pregnant.”

“How did you know I was a banshee?”

He froze before collecting himself. “The scent.”

Mark looked at her in surprise. “You’re a banshee? I had no idea. How old are you?”

“Centuries.”

“Really? Me too.”

“If you don’t fuck her, Mark, I will,” Jack said impatiently.

“Sorry.” Mark drew her near and kissed her gently, intimately.

His kiss was every bit as stirring as Jack’s. Mark coaxed her surrender rather than demanded it like Jack, but both their methods undid her. His flaming shaft against her tummy had her feverish with lust for him.

“Get in the shower, you two. I want to sit and watch your naked bodies covered in mist and steam while you writhe against each other.” Jack’s timbre sounded husky and sensual.

They moaned at his naughty words as they carried out his command and stepped into the large shower together. Morrigan had jitters of nervousness and excitement in her tummy while she watched Mark turn on the water and adjust the temperature so it was nice and hot for them.

Jack turned the fan on and threw down some towels on the floor to catch any flyaway drops of water while the glass door was left open. He wanted a bird’s-eye view of their lovemaking.

A wall of steam rose up all around them as Mark stepped closer to her. “Are you nervous?”

“A little. It’s been a long time.”

“How long?”

“I haven’t been with anyone since the twelfth century.”

His eyes bugged out of his head. “Holy shit, why so long? Look at you. The guys should be lining up to do you.”

“I’ve been a banshee for most of my existence. I wasn’t able to make myself visible to people for the longest time without bringing about their death.”

“Wow, that sucks.”

Jack cleared his throat. “Do I need to come in there and show you two idiots how to fuck?”

Mark grinned. “I haven’t forgotten, but thanks.”

Morrigan blushed when she saw Jack unzip his fly and pull out his cock. It was so long and wide it was bound to be painful stretching her, especially since she hadn’t been penetrated in so long by anyone or anything.

Mark stood several inches taller than her, so he hoisted her up so her legs were wrapped around his hips and she was pinned against the slick wall. His erection was cradled snugly between their bodies and the sheer size and beauty of it impressed her when she summoned the courage to steal a glance at it.

His mouth was smoldering as he treated her to another kiss, this one more primal and intense. They moaned in bliss over the other’s personal flavor, breaths quick and shallow as their wicked hands indulged in a torrid exploration of their partner’s body.

His strong, chiseled physique awed her. The man looked flawless and ripped. She was in good shape herself, but his solid, masculine frame was enviable.

Jack’s scintillating tone briefly breached the heady spell they were under, reminding them that they were putting on a provocative show for this aroused voyeur. “Touch his cock, Morrigan.”

Her cunt dampened when she saw Jack’s erection pointing to high heaven from his lap. It was blushing like a juicy, red plum, betraying how ripe and ready for picking it was. She wanted to taste the fleshy meat and suck the juices clean out of it when she was done with Mark.

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SEDUCING OFFICER BARLOWE – Book One in my Hot New Badge Bunnies Series!

Posted in General on February 27th, 2012 by Guest

Thanks so much for featuring me today, Casey! You rock!

I’m going to let you in on a little secret. I love writing about cop heroes! (See GOOD COP, BAD GIRL; PROTECTIVE CUSTODY; THE CUTLER BROTHERS SERIES; SAMANTHA and the DETECTIVE!) There’s just something about a man in uniform, I guess. Especially the ones who come with their own handcuffs!

So, to embrace that, I’m starting a new series called THE BADGE BUNNIES SERIES. It’s all about women who have a thing for hot and sexy cops, and the first book is called SEDUCING OFFICER BARLOWE.

Happy Reading!

 

Seducing Officer Barlowe Cover

Gotta Love a Guy Who Comes with His Own Handcuffs!

Harley Miller has always fantasized about having sex with a cop. So, when hunky Royce Barlowe comes to her rescue after her car breaks down, she can’t resist flirting with him. One thing leads to another and soon she’s kissing him.

Going further than that right there on the side of the road is crazy and impulsive, not to mention reckless, but neither one can help themselves and soon he’s cuffing her hands behind her back and fulfilling her wildest fantasy – which turns out to be hotter than anything she’s ever imagined.

 

Excerpt:

“I have a confession to make, Officer,” she said softly.

He drew her bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it. “Is it something I’m going to have to arrest you for?”

An image of him pushing her up against the wall and frisking her popped into her head, and she stifled a moan as her pussy spasmed.

“I don’t know.” She trailed her fingers down his abs to caress his belt. “Is fantasizing about having sex with a hot cop a crime? Because I’ve fantasized about it for a long time.”

Officer Barlowe’s eyes took on a deliciously dangerous glint. But instead of kissing her again like she’d thought he would—or even unbuckling his belt and pushing down his pants so he could slip that magnificent cock of his in her pussy—he lifted her down from the car’s hood and spun her around.

Harley threw him a confused look over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

His sensuous mouth quirked. “Playing into your fantasy.”

She opened her mouth to ask how he intended to do that, but all that came out was a soft, “Mmm,” as he slowly ran his hands down her body and back up again.

“If I were going to arrest you, I’d first have to frisk you,” he whispered in her ear. “Just to make sure you weren’t concealing any weapons.”

His breath stirred her hair, making her shiver.

“Nope, no weapons here.” He cupped her breasts, giving her nipples a squeeze through the fabric before slipping his hand between her legs. “What about here?”

He slid his finger out to fumble with something on his belt. Harley was about to look over her shoulder to see what he was doing when something cool and metallic snapped around her wrist. Handcuffs. A quiver of excitement raced through her as he gently pinned that arm behind her back and cuffed it to the other one.

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. This was even better than her fantasies.

He put his mouth to her ear again. “Spread ‘em.”

 

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Paige

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