Meet the Hollis Boys

12 Hot Brothers and Cousins in the Old West

When I first sat down with my hunky hero from OUTLAWS OF LOVE, I immediately knew this man was part of a big, supportive, shoot ‘em up family. This prosperous ranching family is so full of testosterone, they have their own zip code in a time when tumbleweeds defined boundaries. 

Picture a spread covering miles, the finest horseflesh dotting the land. And a valley where several big homes sprawl into one big homestead. This is the Hollis Ranch, owned by four brothers, who married the perfect little ladies and produced three rugged cowboys each. Now these twelve Hollis Boys are on the prowl for trouble—and romance!

Xander Hollis stars in the first book of the series, Outlaws of Love. (available from Loose Id http://bit.ly/M9o1fo). Xander is deemed an outlaw when he starts robbing from the rich railroad and giving back to the poor people of Texas. With the help of his smoldering sidekick James, they dig themselves deep in the trenches of trouble and find love with the railroad owner’s daughter, Annabelle.

Xander’s two brothers, twins Drew and Dam (short for Adam), are at this moment scheming up ways to disentangle themselves from a predicament of their own. I look for them to appear in the fourth Hollis Boys story!

Graham, a dark, tormented ex-soldier for the South, secretly weds a sweet country girl and invites the ire of a plotting ranch hand, as well as some ghosts from his past, in TRAIL OF LUST (available from Loose Id http://bit.ly/JKI4DD). His brothers Nolan and Clay—with the rest of the family—jump in to help.

Nolan’s book, WILD WILD HEARTS, releases September 4, 2012, and involves a deep secret he keeps from his family. The dedication in this book says, “For all those who long to be free.” I hope this gives you a sense of the content!

Now to meet the rest of the Hollis crew, all ripped half-dozen of them. Each makes a cameo appearance in the first three books. Calvin, Stowe, and Newlin are secretive men who haven’t yet whispered to me, but it’s only a matter of time before I crack their hard, yummy shells. And Peter, Kel, and Whitfield are ruthless businessmen who look to expand their family’s ranch by reaching across the vast territories of Texas.

I’m so excited to delve into these characters’ lives in the future and find out what makes them tick. Matching them up with the perfect leading ladies and men is going to be an adventure—one I can’t wait to embark upon! I hope you’ve enjoyed getting to know my ‘boys’ too. 

And thanks to Lynn for allowing me to hijack her blog for a day! Happy reading!

Em Petrova

~where words mean so much more~

www.empetrova.com

A Moment with Celeste Hall

1-Tell the readers a little about yourself.

Growing up, I wrote mostly fantasy stories or medieval adventures. As an adult I find myself drawn more towards erotic romance and suspense. It’s an ironic twist considering how I live in one of the most sexually repressed and religious states in the country. Most of the authors around here have devoted themselves to young adult fiction or children’s books. You could definitely say I’m the black sheep of the family.

2-As an author, do you take time to read? If so, what do you like to read and who is/are your favorite author/s?

I love to read! As a child I was hooked on Anne Rice, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Anne McCaffrey, Robert Jordan, and so forth. Now I tend to look for books by Dean Koontz, Stephen King, Nora Roberts, Suzanne Brockmann and the like. My favorite stories will almost always include either great seduction scenes or terrifying suspense.

3-How do you stay motivated when the Muse is uncooperative?

  When I first get the idea for a story I try to sit down and create a rough outline of the plot, including any little twists or secondary plots I want to include. It really makes it so much easier to push through writer’s block if you know where you want your characters to end up for the next act in your book.  

  If I really find myself struggling with the flow of a story, I may put the manuscript aside for a little while and work on something else. It’s surprising how often the story will just work itself out as I’m drifting off to sleep at night.

4-If you could go anywhere in the world on a romantic getaway, what would you do and where would you go?

I think the most romantic place in the world is probably Italy. If I wanted to take a man on a fun adventure, I would definitely whisk his sexy ass off to Rome and take a tour of the Old World wine country. Athens, Greece would be another possible destination.

I know a lot of people would probably claim Paris for their getaway, but if they go to France I would have to recommend they get out to the north western coast and enjoy some of the exquisite countryside. Paris seemed too depressing to me. It felt dirty and dark, almost gothic at heart. 

5-What is the hardest thing for you to write?

I really don’t enjoy writing non-fiction. It isn’t nearly as much fun as fabricating a wild adventure or romance story. I make an exception for keeping a travel journal and personal diary, because they allow me to go back and relive my favorite exploits. 

6-If you could live the life of one of your characters who would you be?

I would definitely want to be Syrena, the succubus from Dream Seductions: All the Queen’s Men. She’s the creature that started the whole Dream Seduction series for me, and will always be my favorite. Her story will be published in July, so you’ll want to stay tuned to my website (www.CelesteHall.com) or my Facebook page (www.facebook.com/pages/Celeste-Hall/163107347079149) for excerpts and information on its release! 

7-The tag line on my blog is ‘Indulge Your Inner Romantic.’ What do you do to indulge?

My favorite indulgence is a long hot bath, followed by eating chocolates in bed with a great romance novel. =)

Beware of dark desire… When a vampire falls in love with a human, there is more at risk than a broken heart. How do you protect the one you love from becoming the thing she fears most in the world? How do you share your life with someone knowing fully well that your blood carries a virus which could destroy her?

The oldest of nine children, I was tutored at home during childhood, first by my mother and then a German woman with a passion for science and history. I could never find enough books to keep my mind busy, even with the vast library that my father kept.

I wrote my first short stories around the age of nine, and was completing full length manuscripts by the age of twelve.

I left home around fourteen or fifteen, staying with family and friends among the western States. As the years passed I continued to read everything I could lay hands on.

In adulthood I began building towards a career in criminal justice, particularly criminal psychology. I received various certifications, awards and schooling in the field before discovering parapsychology and finding myself drawn into the mystery of the mind.

A received a PhD in Parapsychology but continued working towards a future in criminal justice until a car accident in 2005 left me with a traumatic brain injury and learning how to walk again in a swimming pool.

After two years of physical therapy I knew that my body was no longer capable of supporting the rigors of the career I'd chosen. After my mother discovered some of my old manuscripts in her basement, I decided to try writing once more. And I couldn’t be happier!

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Excerpt:

A warm feathery sensation against the back of her neck had Sarah turning to find that Gavin was now directly behind her.

She startled at the proximity, stumbling as she made a desperate attempt to put some distance back between them.

He caught her before she could fall, holding her securely braced against the rock solid support of his body, the unexpected and shocking heat of his hands against her skin immediately halting all thought of escape.

Sarah looked up at him with the wide eyed stare of Bambi caught in the headlights, every nerve in her body singed by his touch.

Her gaze locked with his.

A thick fringe of dark lashes framed eyes that were a brilliant green with small flecks of gold. And those impossibly green eyes were now studying her with a dangerous level of intensity.

Sarah tried to tell herself that it was fear which made her heart try to pound its way out of her chest and had her breath trapped in her lungs.

She was firmly ensnared within the arms of the most dangerous creature she knew. And that was very likely blood lust making his eyes spark like green fire. But there was an excited swirl of sensations forming low in her belly, warning that if she didn’t soon escape, she would stop wanting to.

Her gaze dropped to his mouth.

Those strong, sensual lips seemed to grow fuller even as she watched.

Sarah knew at once that his canines were growing erect behind that slight curve of a very predatory smile.

She should have been terrified.

Instead, she felt a brilliant wash of heat shoot straight down to her core, lighting up that silken bundle of nerves hidden between her thighs with such immediate need she nearly moaned.

Gavin hadn’t intended to get so close to her, but now that he had her in his arms he felt everything male within him come alive.

She was slim and elegantly built, like a fine boned thoroughbred. Panting as if she’d just run a long race, the sweet scent of mint on her breath feathering against his mouth, making his gums ache as his fangs grew even more painfully erect.

Sarah had high cheekbones that only further accentuated her delicate features and those deep brown eyes. Dark pools that widened as they gazed up at him, making her appear even more innocent and beautiful.

“I didn’t mean to frighten to you,” he offered, one hand still gently grasping her arm as the other supported her back.

Big, powerful hands, which Sarah knew were capable of incredible violence. Yet he held her with the care of a lion cradling a newborn cub. Infinitely aware of just how deadly he could be.

“Boundaries…bloodsucker…”

The warning growl was barely audible to Sarah’s human ears, but she recognized the voice. She also recognized the slight vibration of wings suggesting that Mikhail was not only standing nearby, but he was posed for violence.

Instead of releasing her and stepping back, Gavin’s hand on her arm smoothly glided down to cup her fingers against his palm.

He held her there for a moment, as if preparing for a waltz.

“Beautiful,” he murmured with a slow smile that suggested he knew exactly how pissed off Mikhail was growing, and found it terribly amusing. But that smile was having an entirely different affect on Sarah’s body.

Her skin flushed as she began to tremble.

She was sure now. It wasn’t fear that made her heart pound and her breath catch.

How could she possibly be attracted to this…this, creature? He was a vampire! He was a monster! He was the embodiment of everything that terrified her in this world.

Yet she only watched as he studied her, his eyebrows drawing together in a look of interest and speculation.

Could he actually sense what was happening to her body at that moment?

Did he sense the unbelievable heat now pooling in her panties?

Oh dear god!

Sarah made a jerky attempt to free herself, but Gavin’s hands tightened reflexively around her.

If anything, he actually looked more intrigued by the flush that covered her cheeks and reached clear down to where her nipples were puckered into little pink diamonds, pressing eagerly up against the cotton barrier of her shirt.

Mikhail’s furious snarl was now coming in stereo as Nikolai landed opposite of him, boxing Gavin between them as they raised their wings into gargoyle like arches, the hard boney edges forming quivering blades poised to strike.

The sound was terrifying.

The twins had been working alongside Gavin almost exclusively these past weeks, without a single hitch.

Of all the vampires and incubi, they’d come the closest to becoming friends.

All of that appeared to be balancing on a razor’s edge now.

Gavin must have realized this at the same time it struck Sarah. He released her even as his expression resumed the hard emotionless mask of a vampire commander.

As Sarah beat a hasty retreat, she saw Gavin’s lips moving.

The words were spoken too softly for her to hear, but whatever he said seemed to soothe the incubi. Their wings faded and Mikhail began to ask questions about the new vampire recruits.

Despite her pounding heart and desperate need to escape, Sarah couldn’t help but pause halfway down the hallway and turn to look back.

Gavin’s green eyes instantly locked with hers and she shivered again.

How could she feel such naked fear and raw desire at the same time, for the same man?

No, not man…a vampire.

She turned and practically ran for the privacy of her chambers.

A Necessary Evil

I’m a plotter.  Every book I write begins with an idea about a character that quickly develops into a scene.  Then I figure out what has to happen to make my hero or heroine get their happy ever after and write the outline that’s my road map for the book.  And I’ll stick by that map pretty faithfully.  Except, like anyone who’s ever followed a map, I sometimes find myself on a detour.  I don’t always know it’s a detour.  In fact, quite often I don’t.  Until my beta reader or my editor tells me “This scene needs to go.”

Gasp!  No!  Not my baby!  

Sometimes because of word count limitations.  Sometimes because the scene isn’t really necessary to the plot.  Often because the scene just doesn’t work properly.  Deleting scenes is never pleasant, but a necessary evil.

In the opening scene of Only Scandal Will Do, I moved from the current dilemma of the heroine to a flashback of the events of that morning.  It was a fun scene--Katarina and her brother Jack having breakfast and when Katarina doesn’t get her way, she resorts to…well…a food fight.  The reader got a good idea of Kat’s and Jack’s personalities and their devotion to each other.  

The problem?  It was a flashback.  That scene stopped the immediate action and acted as an information dump.  That didn’t help the book one bit.  So no matter how much fun the scene seemed, I had to let it go.

What also comes with cutting a scene, besides the heartbreak, is often a tendency to second-guess yourself.  Should I have kept that scene in?  Would the book be stronger if I had?  There’s no true way to know.  That’s what your beta readers and editors are for.  If they notice a hole where that scene used to be, hopefully they’ll tell you and you can plug it back in.  Or they may be the ones who say, “You don’t really need that scene.  It’s slowing the pace.  It’s redundant.  It doesn’t work.”  Not the best note to get, but ultimately you’re sacrificing a part for the good of the whole.

And the scene doesn’t have to completely disappear.

One entire chapter in Scandal became a bone of contention between my readers and I.  They thought the scene should go; I wanted it to stay.  But…it really didn’t forward the action, the chapter wasn’t in the POV of either the hero or the heroine, and the information could be given in later chapters.  And I still didn’t want to let go.  

Finally, a beta reader suggested that I turn the scene into a free read to help promote a later book in the series in which these characters reoccur.  This is a win/win situation for deleted scenes.  You get to keep the scene, readers get a free read, and your novel is the stronger for deleting it.  In fact, I turned the breakfast scene into a free read short story on my blog for Scandal’s release day.  

Who says you can’t have your cake and eat it too?

Kidnapped and sold at auction in a London brothel, Lady Katarina Fitzwilliam squelches an undeniable attraction to the masked stranger who purchased her, pits her wits against him, and escapes him and the scandal that would ruin her life.

Unable to resist temptation in a London brothel, Duncan Ferrers, Marquess of Dalbury, purchases a fiery beauty. She claims she's a lady, but how can she be? No lady of his acquaintance in polite society is anything like her. 

Then he discovers she is who she says, and that this latest romp has compromised her reputation. He knows how that is. One more scandal and he'll be cast out of London society, but he needs a wife who'll provide an heir to carry on his illustrious family's name. He seeks out Katarina, intending only to scotch the scandal, but instead finds his heart ensnared. 

He's betting their future he'll capture her heart, but does he have what it takes to win the wager?

WARNING: A blade-wielding heroine who crosses swords with a master of sensuality.

Author Bio:

Jenna Jaxon is a multi-published author of historical  and contemporary romance who has been reading and writing historical romance since she was a teenager.  A romantic herself, Jenna has always loved a dark side to the genre, a twist, suspense, a surprise.  She tries to incorporate all of these elements into her own writing. 

Jenna lives in Virginia with her family and a small menagerie of pets.  When not reading or writing, she indulges her passion for the theatre, working with local theatres as a director.  She often feels she is directing her characters on their own private stage. 

She has equated her writing to an addiction to chocolate because once she starts she just can’t stop.

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Reluctant Angel with Chastity Bush

Thanks for having me here today, Lynn!

For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Chastity Bush and I’m currently the author of several romance novels. While my favorite is paranormal, I also write in the genres of contemporary, western, and mystery/suspense. 

I’m a wife, and the mother of two daughters, ages thirteen and eight, so I’m smack-dab in the dramatic years. 

My latest book release is a paranormal/fantasy titled Reluctant Angel. 

This book was a lot of fun to write and very different than my other works, which is one of the reasons I think I enjoyed the story so much. 

If you have time to read it, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did, and if not, thanks for at least checking it out. 

Also, I have a giveaway once a month on my blog, usually readers choice of one of my books, so feel free to stop by and check it out.

I love to hear from readers and can be reached at the links listed below. Thanks for stopping by and I hope to hear from you soon!

Email: chastitybush@yahoo.com

Blog: http://chastitybush.blogspot.com

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Blurb- 

An angel desperate for a second chance…

When a tragic accident takes the life of Killian Sams, she enters the one place she never thought she’d see. Heaven… or something like it.
Desperate for a second chance at life, Killian’s willing to do whatever it takes to regain her human life, including falling to Earth and facing the Destroyer.
If she can defeat The Destroyer, a creature who awakens once ever century to take the souls of as many people possible for power, she’ll earn any one of the countless souls he’s harvested over the years, including an immortal one.
But there's a catch, in order for her to be sent on this mission, she has to agree to help Chase Crawford- a mercenary who’s in desperate need of saving- see that his life is still worth living. However, she never expected to fall for the ruggedly handsome soldier of fortune.
Now, not only does Killian have eight days to find, face, and defeat The Destroyer in order to stay on Earth, she has to do it while fighting her growing feelings for the man she’s vowed to save, or lose him forever.

Killian watched as Chase stood and paced to the center of the camp where he stirred the fire angrily. His vowing to protect her from the creature was something she couldn’t allow.

If she hadn’t accomplished her task with Chase by the time she faced the creature, she couldn’t stand by and watch as the Destroyer killed Chase. That’s exactly what would happen. She hated to admit it; it was dangerously wrong, but she felt a growing level of protectiveness toward Chase.

Once she set him back on the proper path, he would be zapped back into his life, away from the island, and away from her. They might run into each other someday, when she got her life back, but they wouldn’t remember each other. That too, was against the rules.

Standing, Killian leaned her hips against the tree she’d been sitting against, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I was sent to save you.”

Chase stalked toward her. Stopping within inches, he towered over her. His size filled her vision and overwhelmed her senses as he peered down at her. He was trying to intimidate her with his monstrous physique, but he didn’t scare her. His closeness had quite the opposite effect, and she fought the urge to squeeze her legs together to relieve the hot ache building there.

“Save me?” he scoffed, leaning closer to her face. His breath wisped over her mouth. The scent of mint tickled her nose. “From who?” he challenged through clenched teeth.

She felt his anger as it rolled off him like molten lava, hot and greedy as it spilled from his veins in a rush, yet she couldn’t bring herself to fear him.

Their faces hovered a mere breath apart. His lips looked so inviting. So tempting. The need to feel them pressed against hers surged within her.

Swallowing thickly, she fought to keep her voice clear of the aroused quaver his strength invoked in her. “From yourself.”

His expression shifted, changing to one of disbelief mixed with anger.

“You think you can save me from myself?”

His lips moved closer to hers as she studied him studying her.

Then she saw it. The moment he lost control, tossing it to the wind to be scattered haphazardly like dandelion seeds across an open plain. His eyes blazed darker than usual, tiny glints of gold mixed with rich, liquid chocolate. A muscle in his jaw ticked.

He reached up and grabbed her nape roughly in his large, hot palm. “That’s all well and good, angel, but who’s going to save you from me?”

In a flash, Chase pulled her head to him and met her lips in a heated, harsh kiss.

Killian shivered as white-hot arousal zipped through her like a bolt of lightning streaking across the open night sky. Hot and aching, it raced through her blood before settling heavily between her thighs.

Chase lowered his hands and gripped her ass, lifted her, stepped between her legs, and pinned her to the tree with his body.

As his tongue swept the depths of her mouth, she couldn’t contain the moan escaping her throat. She’d ached for this closeness, this contact, for so long the emotion swept over her with a startling fierceness.

Gripping his shoulders, she pulled him closer against her and wrapped her legs around his waist. No matter what she did, she couldn’t get close enough to him. Subtly he ground his obvious arousal against her hot, aching center.

For so long she’d ignored these urges, but with just one kiss from a stranger she was on the verge of throwing away everything she’d worked so hard for. No matter how desperately she tried, she couldn’t seem to stop herself. Her mind demanded that she control herself, but her body ignored the command.

Breaking the kiss, she twisted her head to the side. “We should stop,” she protested weakly, but her voice sounded unconvincing even to her as she roamed her hands over his broad shoulders, anchoring him against her in contradiction to her words.

Chase lowered his mouth to her neck and nipped playfully at the sensitive skin there before raising his mouth to gently suckle her earlobe. “What we should do, and what we want to do are two different things.”

Closing her eyes, she tilted her head back as he cupped one aching breast in his palm before taking her hardened nipple between his fingers to tug playfully. He thrust between her legs again.

She gasped with pleasure.

“And what is it you want to do?”

Twining one hand tightly into her thick, black hair, Chase forced her to look at him as he continued his gentle but firm thrusting between her legs. Even through her pants she felt the heat of his body, so hot, so masculine, so demanding.

“What do I want?” he asked huskily. His thick, sweet voice enveloped her, sticking to every inch of her like melted taffy.

“I want to rip your clothing off, press you against this tree, and fuck you until you scream my name.”

His harsh description sent a heated chill sliding through her as the image of him doing just that filled her arousal-fogged mind.

His hard, tanned body, pumping into hers as he brought her to an exquisite release, releasing a scream from her throat before he joined her in the same bliss.

Heat flooded her cheeks at the lascivious idea. He lowered her feet to the ground, then spun her around to face the tree. His hand still twined in her hair, he pressed her against the trunk and kicked her ankles apart. Stepping between her legs from behind, he thrust against her. She gasped as his hand crept down the front of her body to cup her womanhood in his palm. Even through the cloth, she felt the heat of his hand against her sensitive flesh.

“Then, I would turn you around and take you just like this, until you were so weak from pleasure your knees shook and nothing but my cock held you up.”

Sliding his other hand under the hem of her shirt, he slid her breast free of its confines and caressed her bare nipple.

“But we can’t,” she said quietly. “It’s against the rules.”

Her breath caught in her throat as Chase slid the hand cupping her sex into the front of her pants. When he’d unfastened them, she didn’t know; she was too caught up, too lost on a torrent of pleasure.

“Aren’t rules made to be broken?” he whispered against the back of her neck.

A strangled moan caught in her throat as Chase slid his fingers into her panties, to slip hotly against her naked flesh.

“So hot, so wet,” he said huskily against her ear as one long finger entered her. “So ready for me, but it’s against the rules, you say.”

She was already close to her release; just his subtle thrusting against her while teasing her breasts was enough to bring her right to the edge of oblivion. The pressure his fingers built inside her, combined with the gentle, openmouthed kisses against her neck, was more than she could bear. Even the gentle tug of her hair as he held it in his fist sent a shudder of need through her.

“But this”—Chase pressed even deeper into her—“isn’t against the rules, is it?” He forced her face around to meet his for a kiss.

Breaking the kiss, he gazed into her eyes. “This is only releasing a little tension,” he murmured against her mouth. Pressing his fingers deep once again, her desire exploded and she screamed as her climax rocketed through her.

Chase held her between his body and the roughness of the tree, stroking her hair, kissing her neck, her shoulders, as she quaked with wave after endless wave of pleasure. She’d never felt such bone-deep satisfaction, even when alive. The need to have Chase lodged deep within melted over her.

Smoothly he withdrew his fingers and straightened her clothing. The hardness of his manhood pressed insistently against her. If she were to try to give him the same pleasure, would he allow it? As he stepped away, Killian turned to face him. She frowned, not only from the loss of his warm, strong body against hers, but at the shameful expression marring his beautiful features.

“Chase—”

“It’s getting late,” he interrupted gruffly. “You’d better get some sleep if you still plan to head out early in the morning. I’d better gather some more firewood.”

Looking at the small pile he’d gathered when they’d first arrived, she sighed.

He disappeared into the darkness.

Killian hurried to her sleeping bag, settled herself on her side, and tried to forget what just occured. But try as she might, she couldn’t. No matter how badly she wanted to be with Chase, it was impossible. There was no way she could let herself get tangled into a web of seduction with him. She came here to give him his life back, not ruin it further. How could she have let let this happen?

Breathing deeply, she fought to get her raging arousal and confusion under control. As an angel, she’d never been left in the dark, had never been left questioning a mission or a feeling. Unlike now, where she was forced to act as a human, she always knew what she was doing was right.

“Twenty-four hours in, and you’re already lusting after your human,” she muttered to herself with a disgusted shake of her head.

She snuggled deeper into the security of her sleeping bag, and let her mind wander. What exactly was in store for Chase? Mick told her there was something special in store for the man, but what that something was, he wouldn’t say what. That, more than anything, rankled. Why couldn’t they trust her with that piece of information? She hated to admit it, but the fact they didn’t trust her with that information cut her deeply.

Killian squeezed her eyes shut and fought desperately to push the interlude with Chase from her mind. She could still feel the gentle slide of his fingers against her, within her. Squeezing her legs together, she tried to ignore the indescribable need lodged in her center, but the ache had taken up permanent residence, and she feared it wasn’t leaving anytime soon. At least not until it got what it wanted.

Moments later, a hard body joined her.

She jerked with surprise.

“Easy. It’s only me.”

She relaxed.

Chase wrapped his arms around her and pulled her back against his chest. Slowly, she turned to apologize for what she’d allowed to transpire.

“Go to sleep, Killian.”

His tone held no room for argument, and she decided it best to leave him to his thoughts. She certainly needed more time, because no matter what she told herself, or what she wanted to tell him, she knew without a doubt what they shared in the heat of the moment against that tree wouldn’t be the last time.

She closed her eyes and relaxed against him, then finally drifted into the arms of unconsciousness.

Author Bio-

Chastity Bush is the author of several romance novels known for their spicy romance, suspense and humorous edge. When not hard at work on her next novel you can find her spending time with her husband and their two daughters. She loves to hear from her readers and personally answers all email she receives.

Public Displays of Eroticism

The secret fantasy, sex in a public place. Once couple's sexual antics at a local park inspires four other couples to bare it all in the open air.

Back to Nature by Cassandra Carr: A sub and her Master play hooky to indulge their exhibitionism kink and unknowingly start an entire chain of events.

Hail Mari by Jami Davenport: Meeting Mari Simm’s for one night of hot sex each year for the past four years is no longer enough for Wyatt Bedford, a ten-year veteran of professional football. This time, he plans on telling her he wants more. While waiting for her in a park, he stumbles upon a sight that changes his game plan and takes their relationship to whole new level. Can Wyatt and Mari find love in the final quarter with the clock ticking?

Taking it Outside by Cristal Ryder: Val sets up an afternoon of play with long-time boyfriend Tyler at a secluded beach.  After packing a goodie bag with playthings, she leaves a note for Tyler. While waiting for his arrival, through binoculars Val spots lovers on the distance shore, and when Tyler arrives, together they watch the couple. Voyeurism at its best. Turned on by watching the couple have sex, Val and Ty have their own public display of eroticism.

Taking their loving outside is a surprisingly erotic treat neither expected to enjoy as much as they do. But a bigger surprise awaits them, leaving them wondering if there is more to come.

A Whole New World by Cassandra Carr: After witnessing some dirty deeds in the woods, Miranda finds she has some kinks she didn't know about and discovers her boyfriend, Ross, is more than happy to help her explore them.

In the Open by Jami Davenport: Once a year, Jaid Angelini takes a break from her demanding career as a criminal defense attorney for a night of passion with young, hot pro-football player Alex Greeley. Despite misgivings about their age difference, Jaid desires a more permanent relationship and concocts a scheme to brand her name on his heart. After witnessing an exhibitionist couple in the park, her plan takes a turn toward the great outdoors. Will Alex and Jaid finally go for the long bomb or settle for minimum yardage?

Excerpt

Excerpt from Back to Nature by Cassandra Carr

We make the short drive to the lake and park the car. Dmitri takes my hand as we stroll around the perimeter. 

He soon pulls me out onto one of many scenic points overlooking the lake, and places me in front of him so we’re both facing the pristine, peaceful view. His erection nestles into my bottom as his hands steal underneath my shirt, kneading my breasts. Dmitri pulls the shirt up to expose me and I dart a quick glance around, wondering if the hikers at the other overlooks around the lake can see me. I lean my head back on his shoulder like I know he wants me to as he pinches and tweaks my nipples. 

Turning me around, he grabs me and lifts me to his pelvis briefly before setting me back on my feet. He leans down and re-wets the front of my shirt as he sucks on my nipples again. I moan, grabbing Dmitri’s head. A twig snaps and I look around him to see another couple about fifty feet away. They avert their eyes and walk past the overlook. As the exhibitionist in me comes alive, I grin and Dmitri’s head moves to my other breast.

Copyright 2012, Cassandra Carr