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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.



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.


“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.

Don’t forget to leave a comment for a chance to win an ebook copy of DWAM. Those who sign up for my newsletter receive a bonus entry.

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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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

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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.


Adult Excerpt

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?”


“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!


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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.



“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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Reading Romance for a Vocabulous You! and a Giveaway

Posted in General on February 23rd, 2012 by Guest

Thank you so much to Casey for having me back on her blog and for the opportunity to talk about something that you rarely (if ever) hear about in romance discussions: vocabulary.

I’m a college English professor and nonfiction author in my “real” life. Soon, I hope to finally finish one of my many fiction projects and finally branch out to be a romantic suspense/paranormal romance author. In the meantime, I read a lot – if you couldn’t tell from the title of this post.

However, to the chagrin of my many colleagues (should they ever inquire about my reading habits), I am an avid consumer of paranormal and romantic fiction. I go through novels and novellas like I go through laundry. Though such books are not considered literary by academic standards, I think they are excellent resources for building vocabulary.

Available through and Smashwords. Perfect for students and adults alike -- anyone who wants to boost their verbal skills.

For example, I am listening to Karen Marie Moning’s The Immortal Highlander right now in my car. In the 30 minute drive from school to my house this afternoon, I heard the following vocabulary words: vainglorious, diminutive, aquiline, brazen, omnipotent and opulent.

The context in which these words were used makes it easy for the reader/listener to figure out their meanings. And because you now have an association between the word and a subject, scene, person or circumstance that is of interest to you, the likelihood of actually acquiring and retaining that knowledge is all the greater.

I go through this experience with every book that I read and listen to, and I have to say that my vocabulary has significantly improved over past six years of my reading addiction – in ways I neither expected nor even realized in some cases. In fact, I’ve found this technique so effective not only for myself but for my students as well, that I’ve written an interactive e-book to help people find the connections they need to grow their personal lexicons in ways that make sense to them.

Vocabulous You!: An Interactive Guide to Building Vocabulary for Standardized Tests, College, On the Job and Everyday Life is designed to empower high school and college students, professionals, parents – basically anyone who is looking to boost their verbal abilities for any reason – to figure out how they learn best and turn to sources that they like and understand to achieve their goals.

Try it out for yourself. The next time you pick up a romance novel and lose yourself in the world the author is so wonderfully creating with her words, take notice of those words you may not recognize or easily define in your head. Pause a moment to look at how the author uses it, the circumstances of the scene and sentence, the characters involved. Then, when you have time, go look up the word and see what it means. And after all is said and done, just see if you don’t use that word in conversation or immediately think of its meaning when you hear it in the future.

To get you in the right mindset, I’m giving away 2 copies of Vocabulous You! to 2 commenters who share what their favorite romance books are because of the language the author uses to weave her tales. Winners will be chosen on Leap Day, 2/29.

Happy reading!


Jillian Chantal visits with Sebastian’s Salvation

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

I’m happy that Jillian Chantal is back to talk about her newest release SEBASTIAN’S SALVATION. I love this title! I’m such a fan of aliteration. I’m a fan of Jillian’s too. Okay, I’ll break down an admit that I’m totally in awe by her. She is one of the most prolific writers I know – maybe THE most prolific and the woman has a day job as an attorney! Alright, enough of my rambling. Take it away Jillian….

Thanks for letting come back and visit, Casey. I always enjoy visiting your blog. You’re southern and sassy and I think we definitely have that in common although I may tend to get closer to feisty than sassy or maybe I’m even snarky. Who knows, right?

I’ve got a new release to chat about a bit today. It’s called Sebastian’s Salvation and it’s a romantic suspense. I like to have other things going on in my stories besides just straight romance, so I like to put in some suspense and a touch of mystery. I think it’s my ADD. I like a lot of excitement going on and not only in the bedroom.

This story has a ton of action, from an art show, to skiing in the French Alps, to a stalker and even some sex. A full gamut of emotions also come into play.

This story is near to my heart because my hero has a disability that he’s overcome physically, but not mentally. I have some friends with physical disabilities and this story is really for them. Don’t we all deserve to be loved no matter what our circumstances?

Thanks again, Casey for having me here. I’d love to hear comments from readers and I hope if anyone popping in here decides to read Sebastian’s Salvation, that you’ll let me hear from you.

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Three lives intertwine—a former Green Beret, now a painter of nude portraits tormented by the death of his comrade, an earl’s daughter, and a crazed stalker. Will the acts of the stalker force the soldier back into the life of violence which he sought to avoid?

Sebastian Hughes, wounded on a mission in Afghanistan, discovers a talent for painting nude portraits while in a rehabilitation center learning to walk again after losing part of his leg. He becomes the toast of London society and women clamor to be painted by him.

Lady Joanna Gresham, nursing a broken heart and used to getting what she wants, sets her sights on having her portrait painted by Sebastian. Once she meets him, she wants him for herself. She pursues him, intent on winning him. What she didn’t count on was a stalker who wants to harm everyone Sebastian holds dear.


   Joanna Gresham passed Margaret in the hallway of Bast’s building. Margaret carried a saddle under her arm.

   Margaret stopped her and hitched the saddle to a more comfortable position. “You one of the many?”

   “Many what?”

   “Clients of Bast’s?”

   Joanna shook her head. “No. But I’m thinking about it. I was at his show last night and am very impressed.”

   “With the man or the artist?” The woman smiled coyly

   “The artist of course.” Joanna stood tall and looked down her nose at the impertinent woman. The nerve to ask me such a thing. As if I’d be interested in a hoodlum.

   “Don’t have to get huffy, Lady Joanna. All the women in town are swooning over the man. Some are even commissioning portraits just to tempt him with their bodies. No harm meant.”

   Joanna ran her hands through her hair. “Sorry. Just moody, I guess.”

   “No problem. Enjoy your session.”

   “I don’t have a session. I’m just going to talk.”

   “Good luck then. I think you’ll like Bast. I gotta go. Late for a practice run.”

   “Good luck with practice. Ta, Margaret.” Joanna waved good-bye and approached the door to Bast’s atelier. Why am I so nervous? He’s just a man I want to hire. Why should I feel so skittish?

   Joanna knocked lightly on the door.

   The door burst open, and the man asked, “What did you for—”

   He stopped short. “Uh. Sorry, I thought you were Margaret, come back for something she forgot. She always leaves something behind.”

   “Is that why you were already at the door?”

   He smiled. “Yeah. I give her about three minutes after she leaves to come dashing back. I thought I timed it right.” His smile got larger.

   Why does his smile have to be so spectacular? He’s gorgeous even with that scar across his face. “Sorry, it’s just me. I’m not sure if you remember—”

   “Of course, I do. You’re the lady in the alley, the one that needed no help with her aching feet. Come on in.” He opened the door wider to allow her access to the loft.

   Once they were inside, he showed her over to a client chair. He took a seat behind the desk, leaned across the top, and asked, “What can I do for you?”

   She put one hand on the desktop and scraped her nail across the surface. “I was at your show last night—”

   “Yeah, I know. I saw you, remember?”

   “I recall.” She frowned. Was the man determined to make her feel stupid?

   “Sorry, ma’am. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. Go on.” Bast nodded his encouragement.

   “I was thinking I might want a portrait of myself. Your work is impressive. Very tasteful. I know it seems like I’m just jumping on a trend, but I really am in awe of your abilities.”

   “Thank you, ma’am. I appreciate it. I’m a little full right now. The show last night garnered me a lot of commissions, and I’m afraid I don’t have time to add one more person to my schedule. I’ll be glad to put you on the waiting list.” He pulled a pad out of his top drawer.

   She stood, and the chair teetered and fell back against the wall. “I know what you’re doing. You jerk.”

   He leaned back in his chair and looked at her. His face showed no emotion. “What’s your problem, Lady?”

   Lady? You say it that way because you know who I am? You think you can be a sarcastic bastard to me?”

   “Ma’am, you came in here, didn’t introduce yourself to me, and now you’re offended? I can’t figure that out. All I said was I have to put you on my waiting list. How you think that’s something offensive, I don’t know.” He sat forward in the chair.

   She glared. “I’m Lady Joanna Gresham. I don’t do waiting lists.”

   He stood up and walked around the desk to her. He got in her face and said, “I don’t do snobby Ladies. So, I suggest you get out of my studio.”

   Joanna pushed his chest. “I just bet you don’t do ladies.” She looked around and took in the whole room and nodded toward the fainting couch under the window. “I bet you do the ladies right over there.”

   Enraged, he grabbed her arms and shoved her against the wall. He pressed against her. “If I wanted to do a lady, I’d do her right here against this wall.” He lifted her off her feet as if she was no larger than a toy doll and pulled her over to the other client chair. He sat in it and pulled her on top of himself. “Or here in this chair.”

   She jerked off his lap and stumbled backward. “How dare you touch me, you arrogant—”

   “What? Black bastard? Is that what you want to call me, your white holiness? Lady Joanna Gresham that doesn’t do waiting lists? Huh? Huh? That what you want to say?” He stood up.

   She continued to back up. “You’re crazy. You know that? You’re insane.”

   He stalked toward her. “And you’re all alone here with me. A crazy, scar-faced, big black man who isn’t intimidated by a title. Now, what are you gonna do?”

   “I’m leaving.” She flounced toward the door.

   Just as she got to the door and opened it, he slammed his hand on it and shut it. His body leaned against hers. He pressed against her and whispered, “I bet you always leave. When the going gets tough and you don’t get your way, you leave. Right?”

   He let go of the door and stepped back. “Thank you for coming by, ma’am. I’ll be sure to not add you to the waiting list.”

She jerked the door open and left.


Mardi Gras Time!

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


It’s Mardi Gras in Mobile! Yeah, New Orleans throws a big ta-do, but since we Alabamians like to say Mobile had the first Mardi Gras, I’ll be talking about how we do it up down here. Purple, gold and green everyone, even on my own front door. Parades with masked revelers throwing moonpies, beads, and huge stuffed animals. Balls with ladies in beautiful long dresses and guys in tails wearing so many beads they look like Mr. T. On Fat Tuesday, the Knights of Revelry ladies wear spring suits and fancy hats like you see at the  Kentucky Derby. Most have on tennis shoes with those designer suits. Half the children running around wear French hand-sewn dresses and john-johns. The other half are raggamuffins with Walmart sacks filled with throws. The most serious parade goers have folding chairs, ice chests, and giant umbrellas they flip upside down. That’s makes the aim easier for a drunk dude on a float to ring. Folks even have those trash picker upper things to pull beads from the branches of the crape mertles and enormous live oaks lining the streets. Campers fill the grassy area by the civic center.

I’ve been in the parades and watched them. Been sprayed with mace when some doofus near me got into a fight with his buddy. Once, when I was fifteen and riding in the Floral parade, this super cute guy ran up to my float and gave ME a rose. That’s my favorite Mardi Gras memory.

So that’s the first-hand account. Now here’s the official explanation:

Mardi Gras is celebrated in Mobile, New Orleans and other Gulf Coast cities. This festive event was started in Mobile and according to some accounts, dates back to 1703. The celebration was originally called Boef Gras (Fat Beef).

The well-known Mardi Gras in Mobile was begun by Michael Krafft. On New Years’s Eve, 1830, Krafft and his friends were reluctant to end a dinner party at the customary time. They raided a nearby hardware store, took up rakes, hoes and cowbells and proceeded to wake the town. They soon formed the Cowbellion de Rakin Society, the first of Mobile’s many modern mystic organizations. The Cowbellions presented their first parade, complete with floats and theme, in 1840.

The Civil War brought revelry in Mobile to an abrupt halt. Joseph Stillwell Cain, on Fat Tuesday of 1866, donned full Chickasaw Indian regalia, dubbed himself Chief Slacabamorinico. Cain and six friends set out to raise the morale of citizens in the defeated city. Dubbing themselves the “Tea Drinkers”, and fired up by drink much stronger than tea, they took to the streets in a decorated coal wagon pulled by a mule. Cain was a founder in the Order of Myths, the organization which today holds the final Carnival Season parade Mardi Gras night. He also helped organize many more parading societies. Cain’s role in reviving Mardi Gras is observed each year on the Sunday before Mardi Gras Day, “Joe Cain Day.” On “Joe Cain Day” thousands of Mobilians in costume and on individually designed floats parade through the streets of downtown Mobile.

The date of Mardi Gras is determined by the date of Easter. Mardi Gras Day, or “Fat Tuesday,” is the Tuesday before the Ash Wednesday which begins the 40 days Lenten season. Nighttime parades and other public festivities begin about 10 days before Mardi Gras Day. Carnival Season balls, receptions and other private functions begin in the fall and continue through Mardi Gras Day.



Naughty After Dark Blog Hop

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

Welcome to the  Naughty After Dark blog hop hosted by Close Encounters with the Night Kind and Natasha Blackthorne.  Thank you for stopping by to celebrate CAN’T FAKE THIS winning 2011 LRC Best Contemporary & a Gold Star from JERR.

Now for the good stuff. I’m giving away an international prize, an ebook copy of CAN’T FAKE THIS!

Can’t Fake This 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.

Here’s an R RATED excerpt to tempt you:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like me?”

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

He grinned. “What do you need?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Guess you can figure out what Christmas carol Anna and Chase like, but since it’s February, I’m curious to learn what’s your favorite love song – current or old. I’ll just come right out and say it, I can’t pick only one. Music moves me, but my top three would be I NEED YOU NOW by Lady Antebellum, WE WERE IN LOVE by Toby Keith, and TOUCH YOU ONCE from the movie Pretty in Pink.

Don’t forgot to leave a comment to be registered for a chance to win CAN’T FAKE THIS. Please leave your email in the post. Anyone who signs up for my newsletter will receive a bonus entry plus, its a great way to stay up to date on other releases including DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE, a f/m erotic coming in March. Finally, be sure to check out several other excerpts from last week’s blog hops.

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CAN’T FAKE THIS book trailer.

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With Love Valentine’s Day Blog Hop with never before released excerpt – Three French Hens

Posted in General on February 5th, 2012 by Casey Crow


Welcome to the With Love blog hop, hosted by The Blog hop spot! I’m so glad you’re here to celebrate CAN’T FAKE THIS winning 2011 LRC Best Contemporary and a Gold Star from JERR!

Now for the good stuff. I’m giving away an ebook copy of CAN’T FAKE THIS!

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 for Three French Hens:


He pushed the bra over my shoulders before bending to relieve me of my panties. Standing up, he said, “What do you think three French hens will bring?” He twirled a scrape of red lace around his finger, a wicked gleam in his eye.

“A ménage à trois?” My voice squeaked. I was so not ready for that.

Chase shook his head and laughed softly. “Threesomes…” He looked away, his lips turned up in a goofy smile. “Good times.” Then, he sobered and met my deer-in-headlights gaze. “Fun as they are, you’re here to learn how to make love, remember? A third person turns it into sex.”

I found it rather sweet when he tossed the panties over his shoulder and took my hand, kissed it, then escorted me to the dining room table where a gift bag acted as the centerpiece. He reached for the snowman bag and pulled out the red tissue paper.

He held the bag for me to see into. “Unless the third party helps create a trusting bond.”

I peeked into Frosty’s black top hat. “I’ve been intimate with a vibrator before.”

“Yeah, but has a man ever helped?”

I opened and then quickly closed my mouth. “No.”

He smiled, grabbed the toy, and tossed the bag to the side. The vibrating hum drowned out the bubbling gargle of the saltwater aquarium behind us. “Hop up.”

“On the table?”

“I’m guessin’ hubby never got around to using the kitchen table?”

“Not exactly.” My behind hit the cold, hard wood.

Chase placed my feet on the soft cushions of two chairs, then ran the toy cock up the side of each calf. Goose bumps zipped over my body from the tingling sensations. The dildo teased my inner thighs, skimmed across my hips, and tickled my ribs. My pussy throbbed in anticipation. I watched as he rubbed it over my stomach, hoping he would move it lower. He didn’t, forcing me to beg.

“Not yet,” he said in response.

He stepped in closer and gave me a gentle push against my sternum. I fell back on my elbows. He traced a massaging trail around the outer circles of my breasts. My nipples puckered instantly. I couldn’t take my gaze off them.

“Touch them.” I sucked in a sharp breath, lifting my tits higher. It was past time to worship them. “Please, baby, touch them,” I repeated. My voice was hollow and breathless. I couldn’t believe I was issuing demands during sex, but jeez, what a turn-on to be in control.

His mouth descended on one nipple as the vibrator hit the other. The pressure was almost too much to bear. “I need…ah…”

He lifted his head and gave me a quick kiss before standing back up. My heart squeezed from the brief contact. Shit. I needed to rethink the bit about wanting to feel something emotionally. That would screw everything up. Why couldn’t I just feel chemistry without my heart getting in the way?

Thankfully, Chase helped me refocus by dangling the toy over my pussy. “Don’t worry. I know what you need, baby.”

I lifted my backside off the table as I strained to brush my clit against the synthetic cock.

“You need patience.” His voice held a hint of mischief.

I relaxed back on the table. “Anticipation is worth the wait, huh?” I lifted a foot and ran it down his chest. “When do I get to see you naked?”


I touched his cock with my foot, rubbing the hard ridge straining within his jeans. I loved how it pushed back against my toes. “Why wait?”

He swung my leg away. “The best things come to those who do.” Without warning, he brought the vibrator to my clit.

A moan rumbled from my throat as I arched my back, allowing me to better connect to the toy. Chase’s idea of mercy was to slide it deep inside me, twisting as he pulled out. He repeated the motion again and again, rubbing my sensitive spot, then plunging it in deep, only to pull it free of my clenching inner walls with that sinful twist.

I screamed. “Damn, don’t stop. More!”

I watched the concentration on his face, the admiration…the pleasure he got in making me this hot and wet. He pulled the cock out, ran it down the cleft of my ass. A whole new set of nerve endings tingled just before he shoved the toy back inside me. He spread my folds wide with his fingers and pinched my clit, massaging it until I burst into another intense orgasm.

We played the same game over and over until my mouth turned dry and my voice hoarse from screaming.

“What’s the lesson?” Chase helped me dress after practically depleting me of all bodily fluids.



Don’t forgot to leave a comment. I love connecting with my readers and making new friends! A lucky commenter will win an ebook copy of CAN’T FAKE THIS. (International prize). Please leave your email address. Anyone who signs up for my newsletter will get a bonus entry.  Please consider signing up so you can stay up to date on other releases including DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE, a f/m erotic coming in March. Finally, be sure to check out the rest of my blog for five other blog hop give-aways this week!

Visit Casey at  On Facebook at Casey Crow and Twitter at caseyecrow.

Buy all versions from Loose, Id., or Kindle version on Amazon.

CAN’T FAKE THIS book trailer.



Romancing The Books Blog Hop ~ CAN’T FAKE THIS’ Instant Attraction

Posted in General on February 5th, 2012 by Casey Crow

Welcome to the Romancing the Books blog hop, hosted by Delighted Reader   and Livre D’Amour! I’m so glad you’re here to celebrate CAN’T FAKE THIS winning 2011 LRC Best Contemporary and a Gold Star from JERR!

Now for the good stuff. I’m giving away an ebook copy of CAN’T FAKE THIS!

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 R-rated excerpt of what happens when Anna & Chase meet for the first time:

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

“Cuba! Hey, woman. Great to see you.”

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

I so owed that girl.


I’d love to hear about moments you’ve had where the instaneous attraction blows you away! Don’t forgot to leave a comment.

I love connecting with my readers and making new friends! A lucky commenter will win an ebook copy of CAN’T FAKE THIS. (International prize). Please leave your email address. Anyone who signs up for my newsletter will get a bonus entry.  Please consider signing up so you can stay up to date on other releases including DANCE WITH A MILLIONAIRE, a f/m erotic coming in March. Finally, be sure to check out the rest of my blog for five other blog hop give-aways this week!

Visit Casey at  On Facebook at Casey Crow and Twitter at caseyecrow.

CAN’T FAKE THIS book trailer.

Buy all versions from Loose, Id.,  or Kindle version on Amazon.




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