It’s getting hot in here… Fall Into Winter Romance #Giveaway #Hop

Welcome to the Fall Into Winter Romance Giveaway Hop! Make sure you read down to find info on how to register to win a $50 Amazon GC and more.

Since it’s getting cold here in Ohio where I live, I wanted to give you a snippet that is sure to heat you up. This is from my newest release To Growl or to Groan, which takes place in the fall and winter. It is book 2 in the Hidden Lines series, although it is written so that you can read it without reading book 1 (although I’d, of course, encourage you to check out both 😉 ). If you like what you read, buy links are to your right. Thanks for visiting my stop on the hop!

As nice as it is to kiss a hot, naked man, my clothes are seriously cramping my style. I pull back enough to mutter. “Clothes. Off.”

Jorge gets the idea, rising to sit on his heels. I sit up, pulling off my shirt, then fall back. He relieves me of my pants and panties, but leaves my socks on. This old building is a little drafty, and he knows how I hate to get cold feet. He takes care of me that way.

He wastes no time taking care of me in another way since we’ve been waiting long enough on the train and then the taxi ride here, not to mention the time it took to check in. I’m so ready I can practically feel myself orgasming just from his touch.

When he runs his tongue up my slit and over my clit, I shudder and jerk up so hard most of my back loses contact with the bed. He’s going to fucking kill me with his tongue. That’s all it will take. Not that I’m complaining—at all.

His tongue continues its work with renewed vigor, laving my clit until I’m one tightly wound nerve centered under his tongue. Nothing else is reality but the connection happening at my core. I rise higher and higher toward the pinnacle where I will explode.

Then he adds a finger, two, and my screams are deafening. The profanity flies freely from my mouth so fast it’s impossible to understand what I’m saying. Not that I care.

He pulls back and I melt into the bed, my eyes closed, my body a pile of useless muscles. I’m sure I have no energy left in me. Not even an ounce.

He slides his body up mine, leaving a trail of wet kisses and a tingling warmth in the wake of his sensuous mouth and hands. His touch sparks me to life, my body writhing of its own accord, my hips rising to increase contact with his body.

Turns out there is some residual energy in me. My tongue traces a path from behind his ear to his shoulder, where I lightly nip him. His taste is exquisite, a blend of man and spice. He moans under my touch. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer to me. Any space is too much.

His purr is loud; it acts as my vibrator, pushing me toward another climax before he even enters me. The slide of our bodies is enough to take my breath away, turn my brain to mush. All I can think about is this moment—the taste of his skin, the weight of his mouth on mine, the need to have him inside me, to meld until release.

It is as if we are one, as if there has never been any separation, never any running away. Only us, together. It feels so right to be in his arms, to taste his essence and mine mingling on his lips as I suck his lower one into my mouth.

He shifts position then, lines himself up with my entrance and slides in smoothly. Our lovemaking is effortless, comfortable and yet so erotic. I put all of my regret for running away, all of my gratitude for the strength he gives me, all of my love, all of myself that I have to give, into our exquisite union. I may not be able to speak into his mind this time, but I hope he feels my emotions in every kiss and caress and nip.

His hips pound into me, crushing me into the bed so I am cradled by the softness. The sensation pushes me out of my conscious mind. I can’t contain the scream that erupts as I shatter into another climax.

As I settle back into my body, into awareness of the moment, he still moves in me, slower now, languorous. Yet hard and slick, and God, my nerves are on edge again. My fingers claw into his back, holding tight to this moment, to him—my anchor through the storm.

He increases the rhythm again, groaning as he nears his own climax. My legs squeeze tighter around him.


It’s all sensation as we both peak.

Then we take a long dive down into rapturous oblivion.

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I’m also giving away an ebook copy of To Growl or to Groan to one person who tells me their favorite way to warm up on a cold winter day in the comments on this post or any others I post for this hop. Comments must be answer the question and include an email address to be eligible. Contest ends at 11:59 PM Eastern on Nov. 7.

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Laughing to Love

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It’s no secret that the appeal of romance is the happily ever after—every hero and heroine is lucky in love. They might go through hell to get there, but there they get. I’ve been blessed in my real life to have about as close to a HEA as it gets.

This summer, I’ll celebrate my 17th anniversary. And while it hasn’t always been sunshine and roses, nor do I expect to be that way forever, I most definitely got lucky in love with my husband. That rock solid relationship makes it so much more fun to write.

I write erotic paranormal romance, and while I like to make things hot, I firmly believe that humor is just as sexy as chiseled abs and good technique in the bedroom. Humor and play is what makes the HEA possible in real life, because if I couldn’t laugh off the little things and giggle with my partner, I’d have a hard time maintaining the intimacy and openness needed for the long haul. I want all my characters to make it for the long haul. And even a little pinching on St. Patrick’s Day can be fun–whether you forget to wear green or not. 😉

What about you? Do you think humor is a key to making relationships work?

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Chloe can “talk” to animals…so why can she hear the thoughts of this hot, green-eyed man?

Abandoned by her mother and raised by a father who’d given up on life, Chloe doesn’t let anyone get close. Lucky for her, she can communicate with animals—telepathically. Animals are the only people she needs. When a suspected dogfighting ring comes to her attention, Chloe decides to do a little spying. In her rush to win the dogs’ trust, she almost gets caught.

Until a sexy stranger intervenes, and she finds she can overhear his thoughts. She’s never been able to hear people, and this man’s about as sexy as she’s ever seen. It’s more than intellectual curiosity that drives her to discover his secret: he’s a jaguar shape-shifter, and the presence of this cat among the dogs might be a bit too much to handle. But the animal attraction is just too hot to resist, and the passion between them makes both the sparks—and the fur—fly…


He purrs and moans as I come slowly back up, grazing his hard penis with my hands as I rise. He lets me turn him so he faces me, then I back him toward the bed and give a playful push. He falls back, grinning. He puts one hand behind his head and gives me a smoldering look as he crooks a finger on his free hand and beckons me onto him.

“You’re such a pushover.” I straddle him.

“Only for you, sweet Chloe.” He grins wickedly. “Now I think it’s only fair you show some skin too.”

“Oh, yeah? What if I just want to pet you?”

A bit of the cat gleams in his eyes. “But I want to see your beautiful flesh. I want to play with you too.”

“Hmm, when you put it like that.” I lift my shirt over my head and fling it off the bed.

He sits up rapidly, leaning to lick along my collar bone as he undoes my bra. “Tasty.” His whisper makes me shiver.

“Like catnip?”

He chuckles and the rumble feels decadent as he takes one breast into his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue. My hips start to swivel, my need for sensation growing. I run my fingers through his hair, throwing my head back to press my breasts into his kiss. Trailing kisses across my chest, he mumbles, “You are most definitely my catnip.”