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It's not untitled, it's title is Untitled! Come find out why.

Today we welcome Jackie Chanel whose newest release is not untitled, it's called Untitled!!!!!

Jackie will be awarding gift baskets to two randomly drawn commenters which will include:

- a copy of the Untitled soundtrack
- a "I like Big Books and I cannot Lie" totebag
- Untitled themed or guitar shaped keychains

- $20 Amazon gift card. 

I had the pleasure of reading Untitled and highly recommend it. If you love a powerful love store developed against a background of clashing cultures, this book will pull you in and keep you until the last page.

Jackie, tell the readers a little bit about yourself, please.

I know everyone asks this but why did you decide to write romance?

I decided to write romance because deep down inside, I am a hopeless romantic.  Unfortunately, I’ve never had the type of romance novel love (like most people) and I decided to live vicariously though my writing. 

What was the hardest thing you had to do when you started?

The hardest thing that I had to do was actually focus on writing and make myself believe that I wasn’t doing it as just a hobby anymore, that I wanted to make a career out of it.

What was the easiest thing?

The easiest thing for me when I first started was actually writing the book.  The words flowed so easily, even I was impressed.

How long did it take you to finish your first manuscript and where did the idea come from?

The first manuscript I ever wrote took about 6 months to complete.  Then it just sat and I didn’t do anything with it.  When I decided to publish it, I needed to rewrite it because it was dated and that took about 3 months.

The idea for it came from a recurring dream that I had when I was in high school.  It was strange because I’d dream the beginning, end, and then middle of the dream over a week and it repeated itself for months, until I finally wrote it down.  That dream became my first manuscript and my first romance novel, Change of Heart.

Tell me about your first contract?

I’m self-published so I’m still waiting on my first contract.

Do you base any of your stories on real people or places or events?

Yes.  I use real places.  Untitled is set in Atlanta, GA for most of the book.  I’m familiar with Atlanta because I live there and was most comfortable using places that I was familiar with and people would recognize when they read the book.

What gets you in the mood to write?

There are three things that can spark my writing muse.  The first is reading a bad book, especially bad books that have made the NYT Bestseller List.  It’s irritating and gets me in the mood to write.  After reading a poorly written book, I can usually crank out 4-6 chapters a day.

Music also gets me in the mood to write.  Music is such a huge part of my day and I might hear a song lyric that completely relates to my character’s story that I’m instantly pulling out my pad and pen and writing.

For some weird reason, rain really gets me into a writing mood.  When there is a nice calming rain, I want to write.  When there is a violent thunderstorm, I get so scared so writing helps calm me and I usually end up writing something really good.

Where do you see yourself 5 years from now? 10 years?

Five years from now, I see myself writing full time, without the stress of my every day 9-5 job.  My plan is to be a top Amazon Bestselling author consistently and make the NYT Bestseller List.

10 years from now, hopefully I’ve fulfilled my dream of moving to New York City and making a life there and have my own romance novel love.

What do you enjoy most about being an author?

The idea that I can control what happens in my stories and that if I don’t want something bad to happen, it doesn’t have to.  In real life, no one has that type of control.  Being an author allows me an escape from real life. 

I also enjoy the interaction and support from other authors.  Although we’re all competing to make a Bestseller list, it doesn’t stop us from understanding that someone else is in the same boat and it’s important to help each other out.  The writing community is very special to me.

Okay, quick fun questions:

Favorite ice cream

Ben and Jerry’s New York Super Fudge Chunk

Favorite music

Blues rock (is that even a real genre?)

Favorite movie

It’s a tie between Pretty Woman and Top Gun

Favorite time to write

Night…definitely after the sun goes down.

If you could be stranded with a movie or television star who would you pick?

Ian Somerhalder or Bradley Cooper, ya know, whichever is free to get stranded with me J

If someone played you in a movie who would it be and why?

I would love if Lisa Nicole Carson portrayed me in a movie.  I think she is a great actress.  I loved her in Love Jones and Ally McBeal.  Plus, she is busty like me and we both have the same unruly curly hair.  I think she would be perfect.

Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Untitled-ebook/dp/B004QTOI0O/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1346248159&sr=1-1&keywords=untitled+by+jackie+chanel

It's title is Untitled but the book is superb

Welcome Jackie Chanel today. 

IMPORTANT:
Jackie will be awarding gift baskets to two randomly drawn commenters which will include:

- a copy of the Untitled soundtrack
- a "I like Big Books and I cannot Lie" totebag
- Untitled themed or guitar shaped keychains
- $20 Amazon gift card.

Ya gotta read this book. It's a must have.

Untitled

by Jackie Chanel

BLURB:

For some, music is an escape from the every day norm.

For Aiden, it's his life's blood.

Already a star in his own mind & with the help of an unlikely partner, Aiden's escape from a life less ordinary begins with the blues and a guitar. Only he can determine where it ends.

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EXCERPT:

Halfway through his set, the announcement that I’d been impatiently waiting for came over the PA system.

“It’s that time...what we call a blues jam!  I know there’s someone out there who wants to jam with us! Come to the stage, plug in, grab some sticks and let’s jam!”

I rushed the stage like a thirteen year old girl at a New Kids on the Block concert.  Paulie was right behind me.

I picked the amp closest to Joey Clausen and plugged in Dee-Dee.  I played a few cords to check that she was tuned properly.  She sounded perfect.

The bass player, a smooth looking older black man, looked me up and down and started to snicker.

“You sure you want to do this, kid?” he asked.

“Hell yeah,” I muttered, slightly offended by his snicker.

“This is a blues jam session,” he added as if I didn’t know.  “This ain’t no Guns N Roses concert.”

“I wouldn’t be up here if it was,” I replied shortly.

“White boy thinks he can play the blues, huh,” he gaffed.  “You must think you’re Stevie Ray or something.”

I shrugged my shoulders.  “You must think that.”

I took a few steps away from the dude.  Now I was nervous.  I know how I look to the all black band.  After all, I am just a white boy in a Hendrix t-shirt, cargo shorts, and Nikes with no socks holding a guitar.  There aren’t many of us who play the blues.  Looks can be deceiving, because I can play.

I don’t care that I look different from other Blues players.  Who says that all Blues players have to be black and from the South?  However, the bass 

EXCERPT:

When I looked at Sunny, she wasn’t sitting anymore.  She was actually kneeling with one hand over her heart and the other wrapped around her waist.  She was smiling and crying as I sang.

The energy in the room was electric and intense as the final notes reverberated out of the amplifier.  I took in Sunny’s reaction as she crawled closer to me until she was in between my legs and looking up at me.  She took my guitar out of my hands and sat it on the floor.

“That was beautiful,” she whispered.  “Thank you.”

I grinned at her, overcome with an unfamiliar feeling...a feeling I never had around Sunny.  I feeling that I’ve never felt...ever.  Before I could say anything, Sunny was sitting on my lap, staring into my eyes with such a warm and inviting look that I couldn’t stop myself from leaning in and kissing her.

She inhaled sharply at the touch of my lips against hers, and then kinda melted into the kiss.  For what seemed like an eternity I was lost in Sunny’s eyes and relaxed by the soft touch of her hand rubbing against my thigh while the other tangled itself in my hair.

I pulled her closer, allowing my hands to glide along her smooth back.  Her mouth...her lips...her tongue taste faintly like toothpaste and alcohol.  She smelled like a bed of roses.  The urge to continue to explore her mouth and her body was the only thing dominating my thoughts.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jackie Chanel is a contemporary romance author and self proclaimed badass.  Her writing career began in high school when she began writing short romance stories about her celebrity crushes.  Her very first novel was penned while she was a high school senior in Youngstown, Ohio.  She insists that no one will ever read it.

Jackie studied at Georgia State University and currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia.  When she’s not writing or daydreaming, she can often be found drooling over the latest Chanel shoes or reading on her Kindle with a cup of coffee in hand and a little Mayer or Hendrix in the background.

Her characters are a reflection of the people she has encountered along her writing journey and her books are often inspired by her favorite thing, music.

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Debuting with the Sassy Seven to celebrate our Naughty Sleepover conference: We're not only hosting the naughtiest girls gone wild weekend ever, we've written a series of stories to go with it. Read the stories then be sure to register for the conference. See the link below.

Releasing October 8, 9 and 10 from Decadent Publishing

Sugar Girl by Nicole Austin 
A guy walks into a bar... And finds the girl he shouldn’t have left behind. Their differences kept Candy and Jeremiah apart until finally, the road lead them back where they belong. But in the harsh light of the morning after can she really hold on to a shooting star? 

 Say Yes by Regina Carlysle 
All work and no play is no way to live and J.D. Stone aims to change that after a chance meeting at the Menger Hotel. When the lonely rancher meets sassy photographer, Melissa Bell, the sparks fly and passions burn hot enough to incinerate them both. 

Spank ’Em Cowboy by Samantha Cayto 
Tara hopes to survive her sister's wedding without a wardrobe malfunction. Rob spots the voluptuous filly and cuts her from the herd. And when she craves someone to take the reins, he knows he's the right man to saddle her up for the ride of her life. 

 

More Than You Know by Cerise DeLand 
One redhead. One bartender. Lots of laughter. A desire so tender that the sheets they burn up together could set the hotel on fire. But can he intrigue a woman who’s older? What if he never lets her out of bed? Will she still want him tomorrow? 

 Overnight Sensation by Desiree Holt 
Pulled together in a crowd by an instant attraction, Abbie and Sam are powerless against the incendiary combustion that consumes them and turn a chance meeting into an overnight sensation 



 Blame it on Texas by Allie Standifer 
Everything's supposed to be bigger and better in Texas, right? Sexy plus size model Serena Morgan isn't convinced until Texas country star Kale Winters takes her in a night of passion. Come morning will Kale convince Serena he's the real deal or Blame it on Texas? 

 

When a Lady Meets a King by Brenna Zinn 
Lady Pembrook went to great lengths, traveling thousands of miles and assuming a false identity to satisfy her fantasy of a one-night stand with a real Texas cowboy. But when a mysterious stranger in dark sunglasses threatens to expose her scandalous behavior, a handsome King comes to the rescue. 

 See http://sassyseven.com/ to register for our conference!

How sweet are Sugar Walls?

Sugar Walls

by Mysti Holiday

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BLURB:

When Emilie is dumped by her boyfriend, best friend Jack Voss offers a shoulder and a place to live--the other side of his duplex. He’s always there, fixing her problems, her car, her sink. Emilie doesn’t know what she’d do without him, or with the feelings she’s having for him. His shoulder doesn’t just offer comfort anymore; his touch is a turn-on. Their shared wall is the only thing keeping them from sharing a bedroom—and fanning the flames might risk breaking something that Jack can’t fix.

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EXCERPT ONE:

Emilie hadn’t lied about the leak in her pipes.  Just  like she hadn’t broken her dishwasher, or the leg off her couch, or the alternator in her car on purpose. But, to be honest, it was almost a relief when those things happened, because they gave her an excuse to see Jack.

She’d called him first thing this morning when running water for her coffee had resulted in puddles beneath the sink. He’d come over the first chance he’d had and now he was on his hands and knees on the linoleum looking at the pipe that oozed moisture, oblivious to the woman behind him who was also soaking wet, albeit for an entirely different reason.

His ass looked good enough to take a big bite out of. Emilie couldn’t help herself; it was right there, sticking out from under her kitchen sink, and she had to clench her hands into tight fists to keep from grabbing it. Still, that didn’t keep her mind from wandering, and when one of his hands reached out for a wrench, she pictured it on her, cupping her breasts, thumbs circling the rosy buds. Instantly her nipples puckered, as tightly clenched as her hands, and her crotch dampened even more.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Mysti Holiday is the pseudonym of a very busy SAHM who dreams of warm climes and hot bodies.  Most people know she writes, but not what she writes about:  sexy men and the wanton women who love them.

She's married to a wonderful man who happily sacrifices himself for research, and she spends most of her days dreaming of interesting and unusual situations in which to place her characters.  But most of all, she's a sucker for a happy ending.

Publisher:  http://www.wilderroses.com/index.php?main_page=index&manufacturers_id=89

Website:  http://www.menagerieauthors.com/

Blog:  http://www.menagerieauthors.blogspot.com/

It's said old gold is the most valuable

And so it is with books. How many times do we reach for a favorite story to read it for the umpteenth time, enjoying it just as much as when we first read it. The heroes are just as exciting, I'm just as envious of the heroines, and I can shut out the world for a while knowing the time will be well spent.
For our readers, who we love more than anything, Cerise Deland and I are going to post Oldies But Goodies the 1st and 15th of every month. I'll be talking a bout her earlier releases, she'll be talking about mine. If you've read the book before, get reacquainted with it. But maybe you'll find a nugget you didn't even know existed. 

So mark your calendars for the first and fifteenth of every month.

We'll be looking for you.

Who Doesn't Love An Alpha Male

I love alpha males, and I love to write about them. The ultimate hero in romance fiction is the alpha male... powerful, mysterious and totally attractive to the heroine.

So what is an alpha male?

The alpha male is the "man with the plan," and women are wired to go for this type of guy. Look through the pages of my books and you will find cowboy, current and former military, lots of law enforcement, even some corporate icons. But they all have the same thing in common–they are alpha males. He is sexy, confident, great in and out of bed

The term "alpha male" is sometimes applied to humans to refer to a man who is powerful through his courage and a competitive, goal-driven, "take charge" attitude.  Alpha males take greater risks. With their bold approach and confidence "alpha males" are often described as charismatic.

They are aggressive, results-driven achievers who insist on top performance from themselves and others. Courageous and self-confident, they are turned on by bold, innovative ideas and ambitious goals, and they pursue their objectives with tenacity and an urgent sense of mission. Their intense competitive drive keeps them focused on the gold - silver or bronze simply won't do - and they're always keeping score. Often charismatic figures who command attention, they exert influence even when they're low-key and inconspicuous.

Whether heading a band of warriors, bringing a vital new product to market, guiding a team to glory or steering a giant conglomerate, alphas are hardwired for achievement and eager to tackle challenges that others find intimidating. Along the way, they inspire awe and admiration - and sometimes fear and trembling. Wherever they are and whatever they do, they stand out from the crowd, usually leaving an indelible impression on those whose lives they touch.

So next time you want a healthy dose of the ultimate male, the one who makes all your nerve endings sizzle and fulfills all your fantasies, climb into the pages of a romance novel. That’s what I do!

Want to check out my alpha males? Here are some suggestions:

The Phoenix Agency Books: Jungle Inferno, Extrasensory, Delicious Danger, F Stop, and coming soon—Touch Me

Attack Force: Unconditional Surrender and coming soon: Lock and Load

The Sentinels, Books 1-6

Rawhide, The series: Books 1-4 and coming soon Books 5-8

Visit me at www.desireeholt.com

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Twitter: @desireeholt

What's hotter than hot sex? Hot SCARY sex!

Fatal Submission by Nicole Austin

Claire Hanson is a submissive in need of a Dom. Finding one in rural Illinois in 1981 is no easy feat but her requirements are simple. Forget complicated limit lists, take charge and give her lots of hot, sweaty sex. On edge, body humming with arousal, Claire aches to have her desires sated. And ruggedly handsome Dominant Mason Burke is the man she wants. But for Mason work comes first and Claire’s tired of waiting.

Mason’s loss is Dr. Carl Skinner’s lucky break. The bonus—Carl’s a rich, drop-dead gorgeous Dom with a real dungeon in his basement. Getting what you want isn’t always a good thing and the game takes a drastic turn Claire never saw coming. According to the Dungeon Master’s victims who still haunt his torture chamber, submission has fatal consequences and she’s running out of time.

Reader Advisory: This scary tale contains graphic scenes of erotic torture and violence that may cause the reader to stay up late reading with all the lights on.

Excerpt:

Claire ran a brush through her hair, grabbed the checklist and walked the few blocks. A cheery bell tinkled as she opened the door to find the ice cream parlor empty. She picked a table facing the glass shop front and waited.

Did Mason do this to her on purpose? She always seemed to be waiting on him. She understood his business was relatively new and required long hours. Still, constantly waiting grew old fast.

When his Bronco pulled up outside she glanced at her watch. Fifteen minutes late. He strolled toward her table, calm and in control.

“Hello, Claire.” No apology. Mason simply nodded toward the refrigerated cases. “Did you pick a flavor?”

“Not yet.” Hearing the irritation in her voice, she made an effort to lighten her tone. “I was waiting for you.”

He held out a hand to help her up and didn’t let go as they perused the offerings. Once they each had a cone they sat on a bench outside. Mason looked over the checklist without comment then locked it in his car.

“It’s a nice day. How about a walk?”

She nodded and they took a leisurely stroll, stopping every so often to window shop. As usual, Mason was in no hurry, their conversation casual.

“Why did you become a property appraiser? What drew you to the business?”

“I used to be a real estate agent, which was an okay job but I’m not a good salesperson. I do like buildings though, especially older ones.” She thought back on her childhood daydreams, how she’d stand outside a building and try to picture the interior layout.

“My friend works in a bank and complained about the excessive wait for appraisals because no one in our area did them so I checked into it.” She licked her ice cream for a moment as she remembered how everything had just clicked. “Turned out it suited me. I get to make my own hours, meet new people, use my math skills and indulge my curiosity.”

Mason nodded as if he read more into her explanation than she’d said. “And how did you discover you were a submissive?”

She didn’t even attempt to hold back a wicked grin. “Guy I was dating got invited to a munch and took me. The more I learned about BDSM the more interested I became. At first he was into it, thought it was fun. After a while he lost interest but I didn’t.” She shrugged. “We broke up and I continued to explore. Like the job, it suited me.”

Yes, there was a great deal more to it but same as with her job, getting into BDSM she’d felt the pieces click into place.

“So you’ve always been happiest when seeing to the needs of others. A true, natural submissive.”

Claire stopped in her tracks and stared at Mason for a long moment. How the hell did he do it? A bit of general small talk and he saw deeper into her heart than lifelong friends ever had. Deeper than even she had seen.

“You adapt, changing yourself to please those you love.”

He dropped that bomb so casually, as if making a general observation but getting right to the heart of the matter. And it made sense. It put several pieces of her life together. Made her take a second look at the big decisions and changes. Each and every one had been sparked by the needs of others.

At heart she was a nurturer, a caretaker. When someone she cared about needed something, Claire did whatever she could to fill the need. She’d done so her entire life and never made the connection.

“When’s the last time you did something because it pleased you?”

Good question. Racking her brain, she came up blank. She couldn’t think of one instance where something she’d done had been just for her. As she thought, Mason’s ice cream melted, a slow-moving river of chocolate rolling over his fingers.

Her first instinct was to reach out with her napkin and wipe the chocolate away for him. But what did she want? What would please her?

She’d love to taste both the ice cream and Mason.

Claire took a step closer, held his wrist with her free hand and acted without overthinking it. She moved even closer, stuck out her tongue and watched his expression from beneath her lashes as she slowly licked the chocolate from his hand.

Mason’s intense, ice-blue eyes heated, filling with lust. When she reached the top of his hand, she swirled her tongue around the ice cream, imagining it was his cock. She circled the scoop of chocolate, humming in appreciation of the flavor. His entire body tensed and she knew he pictured the same thing she did.

Glancing down, she noted the hard length of his erection outlined by the faded denim extending from his groin all the way across his right hip. Long and thick and hard.

Meeting his gaze, she blurted out what was on her mind. “It would please me to taste you, Mason. To drop to my knees, wrap my fist around your shaft and suck your cock to the back of my throat.”

He closed his eyes and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard then took several slow, measured breaths.

A naughty grin tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched him struggle to regain his composure. That little crack in his hard veneer gave her wicked ideas. She wondered how much teasing it would take to push Mason over the edge and out of control. Finding out would be fun.

Get it today in all formats at http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10289-fatal-submission.aspx

Time to get sweaty in the Jungle Inferno

For Faith and Mark, the telepathic connection they’d shared for years was nothing compared to the scorching physical connection they realized as adults. From the first moment they came together, “erotic” was too pale a word to describe their relationship. Together they explored each other’s deepest, darkest desires. But now Mark, survivor of an ambush to his Delta Force team, is a prisoner of a terrorist group in the Peruvian jungle, and his telepathic communication with Faith is his only contact with the world. While she searches for help to save him, they survive on dreams that take them beyond all sexual boundaries.

Review:  Sizzling hot and intense, Jungle Inferno is the perfect mix of nail-biting suspense, emotional torment and sultry sensuousness.

I must confess that this book surprised me.  I was incredibly intrigued when I read the blurb and after having read a few of Ms. Holt’s other works, I was anxious to read this one.  However, I was blown away by the intense scenes of imprisonment that Mark suffered and the look into a twisted political plot that could devastate the entire country – all for money.  I also loved the unique connection that Mark and Faith shared.  Their discovery that they could communicate telepathically to one another at a young age and the development of their friendship into something deep and moving was excellent.

Though hot and erotic, the love scenes are filled with passion – both emotionally and physically.  These scenes are also entwined within the action of the story in a perfect way.  I must also mention that the scenes are tasteful and not done in an offensive way at all.

I really enjoyed the character of Faith.  She is intelligent, sweet and an author – I have a fondness for books when they center on an author or bookshop in any way, lol.  Faith is also an incredibly gutsy and courageous woman who suffers right along with Mark as she literally feels his pain and torment.  Their bond is mesmerizing.  Mark, a captain in the Delta Force was taken hostage when his team is ambushed by a relentless group of terrorist.  He is tortured and suffers to no end, but never breaks.  His hold on sanity comes from his communication with Faith, as well as heated dreams of the last weekend the couple spent together in heated pleasure and endless discoveries.

Jungle Inferno is an excellent read for anyone looking for sensuousness, true love, dedication and an excellent plot.  I not only fell in love with the main characters of Faith and Mark, but also with Faith’s assistant/close friend Tia and the entire group of hot sizzling alpha males that made up the Phoenix Agency.  These guys are fearless, brave, mind-blowingly intelligent, loyal, fierce and – oh yeah – all male!  I can’t wait for the next installment in this series!  Speaking of the series, here is the list of the other books in the Phoenix Agency series – which are all out and available now:  Extrasensory (Bk 2), Delicious Danger (Bk 3) and F-Stop (Bk 4).  I must get cracking on these… lol!

Do I recommend Jungle Inferno?  Oh yes, without a doubt.  This is the perfect story to lose yourself in.  It will engulf your senses and send your pulse racing.

Excerpt:

The last time she’d heard from Mark Halloran was two years ago. That time she’d been sitting in a Starbucks drinking a mocha latte and checking her schedule on her PDA when the message hit her. Startled, she’d nearly spilled her coffee and looked around to make sure he wasn’t just standing two feet away.

Hello, darlin’.

That whiskey-smooth voice had warmed her blood and made her smile. And remember the one long weekend they’d had together before he’d left on a mission.

Hi. Where are you?

Far away.

An image of him in a helicopter danced before her eyes, helmet securely on his head, rifle and other gear strapped to his body. As a Special Ops soldier, a member of the famed Delta Force, he was always in some far corner of the world on a mission that no one could discuss. Usually he was concentrating so hard on what he was doing there was no opportunity to clear his mind and reach out to her.

Miss you, came the next message.

Me too. You’ll never know how much. You still have my heart.

The image had changed to one of him naked, grinning, his blue eyes laughing at her. Her body had heated and every pulse point had begun to throb. She’d looked around her carefully, sure every eye was on her but everyone had appeared to be attending to their own business. She’d carried that short message and those images with her for a long time.

Life's a beach-and great things happen there

Here we are at the Great Blog Hop again, with dozens of authors and just as many prizes, including a grand prize. What's the theme? Life's a Beach!!!! 
Below is the link to find the list of all the other blogs. You must leave a comment at each one to be eligible for any and all of the prizes. Winners will be drawn  by the Grand Poobah of Blogs on Sunday night. 

 http://justromance.me 

I'm loving this theme because it takes me back to the second story I sold to Ellora's Cave, Once Upon a Wedding, which takes place at the beach and is still one of my most favorite stories. Here's a taste for you:

Loraine “Rainie” McIntyre longs for just one weekend to let down her hair and find a man who will help her live out all her fantasies before her conventional wedding to her very conventional fiancé and continuing her very conventional life. Despite Stuart's protests, she knows she has to do this or she'll always feel she missed something in life. Goodbye Loraine, hello Rainie.

And hello Joe, the sex god with lion's eyes she meets at the beach. Hopping on his motorcycle with him, she roars off to a weekend of the wildest sex anyone could ever want. But things are not always what they seem and life is about to hand Rainie a few surprises.

Excerpt:

“Sounds like you should have a talk with Stuart.” They were silent for a long moment. Joe picked up one of her hands and played with the fingers. “So Rainie-who-wants-to-be-wild. Do you think I’d do?”

She frowned. “Do?”

“You know. For the weekend fling. I’m healthy, momentarily unattached and I can promise you the sex will be better than you can imagine.”

Her heart was beating in a stuttering rhythm. A flutter deep in her womb began to increase in tempo.

While she chewed on her lip, Joe made the decision for her. He swallowed the last of his drink, rose with lithe jungle grace and held out his hand to her. “Come on. I promise you an adventure you won’t forget.”

Rainie looked up at him. A wildness glittered in his lion’s eyes, a hint of something feral and untamed beneath all those tanned muscles and that amazing grin. Anticipation rolled over her.

“All right.” She stood up, hitched the thin strap of her flat purse over her shoulder and gave him her hand.

He tossed their drink cups in a trash barrel and led her toward the street.

“Where are we going?”

“I rented a house down the beach for the weekend. How does that sound?”

She paused. “I don’t have any clothes except what I’ve got on. And my car’s in the garage here.”

The amber eyes darkened to a deep gold. “If things work out you won’t need any clothes. And your car’s safe at the hotel. Anyway, I’ve got the transportation covered.”

They stopped at the curb where a gleaming silver Ducati motorcycle rested on its kickstand.

Rainie’s mouth flopped open. “Is this yours?”

“Sure is.” He winked at her and handed her a helmet. “Here. You’ll need this. Don’t want to splatter your brains before we get to that wild sex.”

Suddenly Rainie threw back her head and laughed. What the hell. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? “Okay, Joe. Crank ‘er up.”

She hopped onto the motorcycle behind him, wrapped her arms around his hard, muscular body, her hands clasped against sun-warmed male skin and inhaled. A cologne so light its fragrance was almost elusive mingled with the scent of the sun, the Gulf waters, the lingering coconut aroma of the piña coladas and the male essence that was uniquely Joe. She had to squash an irresistible urge to pull up his shirt and lick his skin to see if he tasted as good as he smelled.

They roared down the street with wheeling seagulls squawking overhead and the rushing slipstream of the wind sweeping away the last vestiges of restraint.

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