Today deserves two squeals. Maybe even three.
If you stopped by my blog during November, you know that I entered the annual NaNoWriMo challenge—thousands of writers banding together to get 50,000 words on paper. I made it yesterday with a little help from my friends who wouldn’t let me fail.
During November, I finished one novella (which I’ve already contracted with Ellora’s Cave), a proposal for a major publisher, the first chapter of my free read, the first two chapters of another proposal and the first five chapters of a second novella for Ellora’s Cave.
Not too shabby at all even if I do say so myself. And besides a slight headache, stiff fingers and a numb butt, I’m feeling pretty good about everything I accomplished. Yay, me!
The little tiny squeal is for the thirty pounds I’ve managed to shave off my plump physique this year. Yeah, it took a whole dang year to do it, but today I’m heading to the stores to shop for skinny pants for my cruise. Okay, still not so skinny, but I’m weighing in on the pleasant side of plump now. And I don’t have a thing to wear that I’m not dragging up over my ass a dozen times of day—because they are falling off!
The second major squeal is for my new very naughty release tomorrow, RAW SILK. Take a peek inside.
A wicked, no-strings one-night stand turns unexpectedly complicated when three lonely hearts collide…
Camille sacrificed romance for success long ago. Now that the lingerie company she and her best friend built is hugely successful, she has a few regrets. Wanting to let down her hair and explore the possibilities, she agrees to meet a man at a bar for drinks only to wind up needing help when she rebuffs his sexual overtures.
Jake and Daniel are two firefighters hitting the bar for a quick drink after a long shift when they see a classy beauty fending off an overzealous boyfriend. With a flex of biceps they chase him off then settle in to seduce the lovely woman whose eyes reflect a hunger they understand all too well.
What starts as a simple, pleasurable one-night stand, quickly burns up the sheets. While Jake knows he can’t let Camille crush their relationship because of age differences, Daniel still thinks he can walk—until he gets a whiff of Camille’s best friend Lacey. Suddenly three isn’t enough.
Reader Advisory: Burning up the sheets is putting it mildly! Inhibitions are out the door with scenes of m/f/m, m/f/m/f, f/f and m/m.
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Camille’s hands shook as she inserted the key in her apartment door. The two burly men flanking her hadn’t given her an inch of space to breathe, hadn’t left her alone a single moment to rethink this plan.
It had all happened so fast. One minute her focus was Malcolm and the contract his company had been on the verge of offering. Then in the blink of an eye, she’d been seduced away from her purpose by two slick firefighters with bodies to die for. Was she really going to make love with both of them? Was she that desperate?
The lock clicked. Jake reached around her and shoved open the door.
She shouldn’t have been excited by the urgency his action telegraphed. Alarm would have been a more natural reaction, but she did like the way he took charge. How long had it been since a man did anything other than follow her politely inside?
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