Showing posts with label Lucys Revenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lucys Revenge. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Cast Interview, Adult Excerpt & Giveaway--OH MY! Watch out for Lucy's Revenge



  From the author of Divine Grace, winner of Hottest Male and Most Magnificent Menage Males!!!!
LUCY’S REVENGE
DIVINE CREEK RANCH COLLECTION, BOOK 15
Lucy Carter is striving to succeed as a self-employed licensed massage therapist and to bolster her flagging self-confidence. The ménage of her fantasies, featuring her best friends, seems to be on the back burner.
Single dad Patrick Owen has been refined in the fires of betrayal. Now he knows exactly what he wants—Lucy Carter—and he’s ready to claim her along his best friend.
Beekeeper Beck O’Malley’s heart has been shattered, and he withdraws from the world until Lucy heals his heart. He’s held the spirited woman at arm's length, until he can no longer fight his attraction to her. Unfortunately, Beck and Lucy clash nearly as often as they kiss, and his possessiveness sets her on edge even as she falls deeper in love with him.
When Lucy is drawn into a life-threatening crisis, all of their differences and struggles are brought into perspective. But by then will it be too late?


Meet the Cast!



Name: Beck O’Malley
DOB:  January 13, 1978
Height:    6’
Eye Color:  Green
Occupation:  Beekeeper

Bio: I grew up in Dallas, Texas and got out of the big city the first chance I got. I live in Divine, Texas now. I’m a beekeeper. I’m good with my hands, and my bees, and animals…and little kids seem to dig me. I prefer being outdoors no matter what time of year. I have an old bulldog named Cooter. My best friend is Patrick Owen. You could say we bonded over broken hearts. Patrick’s dating Lucy Carter these days. The three of us hang out a lot together, I guess. She’s…She’s special. She’s kinda feisty. I tend to stick my foot in my mouth when I’m around her. Do I like Lucy? Yeah, I like her…a lot.

Favorites
Food: Ethan Grant’s Smoked Brisket
Color: Red
Book: Where the Wild Things Are. I read it to Patrick’s little boy every once in a while. He’s pretty cool.
Movie: Toss-up between Gladiator and The Matrix
Band: I enjoy all kinds of music but mostly hard rock and some country and western. I think my all-time favorite group is Metallica but Lucy has got me liking Nickelback too.
Song: At the moment, “Bottoms Up” by Nickelback *grins* Yeah, Lucy likes that one too. *cough*
Quote: “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.”
TV Show: I don’t watch much TV. I’d rather be outside. But Lucy has me liking Duck Dynasty. I’ll sit with her and watch it if she turns it on.
Holiday: Valentine’s Day. I’m a fucking romantic, what can I say?
Sport: Please. Football. Go Steelers!

Lightning Round
Pepsi or Coke: Shiner Bock *grins*
Boxers or Briefs: Boxers
Angelina Jolie or Jennifer Aniston: Marilyn Monroe
Die Hard or Terminator: Terminator
Ford or Chevy: Ford
Steak or Chicken: Steak. Rare.
Star Wars or Star Trek: Star Wars
Beer or Wine: Beer

In Depth

What is your most cherished possession?
My “girls,” a.k.a. my honey bees

How do you feel about being the center of attention?
Avoid it like the plague

What makes you blush?
Between you and me? When Lucy gets this spark in her eyes because I said something stupid. I know I’m about to get it…but I kinda like it anyway. Last Halloween she got so pissed off at me I thought she was gonna bite me with her Elvira, Mistress of the Dark vampire teeth. Don’t tell her I said that. It’d embarrass her. She likes Patrick.

How do you feel, generally, about the opposite sex?
Love ‘em all.

What is your worst habit?
Cussing

Do you have any irrational fears or phobias?
I don’t much care for hairless cats, if you wanna know the truth.

How do you think your exes would describe you?
Too possessive.

How deeply does your job / social role define you as a person?
When I’m working with my girls, I feel connected to nature down deep to my soul. But I think the relationships I have with people are just as important.

What are you the most hopeless at?
Understanding women

What would you never do, no matter the price?
Skydiving, unless a hairless cat was chasing me.

You first met Beck in  Divine Phoenix (book 10)
 

ADULT EXCERPT

“I’ve wanted to do this so much, Luce. I’ve needed you.”
She raked her fingernails through his hair, gently scraping his scalp until shivers raced up and down his back and then she palmed the sides of his head and looked at him. She was tall for a woman, so in that position straddling his lap, she was actually looking down at him. Her beautiful face was framed by thick waves of long hair the color of midnight.
The heat glowing in her eyes gave her a powerful, almost regal air, and she smiled at him and rubbed her thumb across his lower lip as she spoke. “I want you. I want it all. I’ll never settle for less ever again. The way you look at me makes me feel beautiful. Desirable.” Something else flickered in her gaze and then was gone as her tone softened. “I’ve needed that.”
The thought flitted through Patrick’s mind that Lucy probably had demons of her own. Sharing his story had been cathartic and he planned to extend the same courtesy to her. For now, he’d settle for showing her how much he desired her.
He loved seeing the fire in her eyes because he knew self-confidence didn’t come easy for her. He didn’t know why, because she was one of the sexiest women he’d ever met. The memory of the hurt in her eyes the night he’d met her, when Beck had turned down her offer of a dance still stuck with him, and so did the guilt for not grabbing her himself. But he could make up for his inaction now.
He laid her down on the couch and settled his hips between hers, groaning as she rubbed her slippery pussy against his cock, and drawing a moan from her. His need to be inside her was fierce.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and cradled him against her as he tormented one of her nipples before switching to the other. The hardened points turned darker as he sucked at them. He lost track of time as she trembled beneath him, stroking the back of his head and his shoulders.
It made him feel powerful to evoke such a response in this woman who so often went out of her way to please others and make them feel good. She deserved all of his attention.
A shudder rushed through him as she slid her hand down his rib cage to between his legs and stroked and squeezed his balls until his eyes nearly crossed. He gritted his teeth and flickers of impending orgasm raced through him as her fingers traced through the crisp hairs surrounding his cock. How long had it been since he’d been tempted and teased like this?
Never.
“Woman, I’m not letting you go, regardless of what else happens. You’re mine.”
“Think so, huh?” she whispered in a voice laced with humor and then purred as she grasped his hardened dick. “You’re so hot and big. Is this for me?”
He flexed in her hand. “All yours, Luce.”
The need to be inside her was strong and he pulled back, unwilling to rush when he wanted to feast on her first. He stayed there for a moment just taking her in. Her pale flesh was luminescent against the burgundy upholstery of her couch in the dimly lit living room. Her hair was spread all around her and flowing over the edge of the couch in black waves that glimmered in the lamplight. He groaned at the sight of her completely bare pussy.
She gave him a playful grin and bit her lip, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. “You like?” Her blush told him this must be a new development and despite her smile she’d been unsure of what he’d think.
“Like is such a weak word, Luce. I’d love your pussy no matter whether you waxed it bare or left it alone. You’re beautiful. All of you,” he murmured as he laid his fingertips against her. “You’re hot and wet. Is this for me?”
She panted as she rubbed her pussy against his hand and nodded. She gripped the sofa armrest above her head and her breasts swayed with her movements. Like a magnet to steel, he came to her and pressed his lips against her abdomen, just below her navel. Her belly fluttered at the stimulation and he smiled when he felt her tremble. He wasn’t the only one affected by the moment. “I’m on the pill, Patrick.”
“I’m clean. I haven’t been with a woman since Elizabeth. I was tested right after…you know…to make sure. I’ll use a condom if you’d like.”
“No need. I believe you. Just go easy. It’s been a while.”
No other words could’ve affirmed his desire to take good care of her like those did. She’d always inspired his protective instincts. The last thing he wanted was to be too rough with her.
“Oh, Patrick,” she whispered as he kissed a trail to the side of her mound, at the top of her upper thigh. He rubbed his beard stubble against her inner thigh as he moved downward and kissed her smooth pussy.
She clenched at his shoulder and a needy sound came from her throat as he parted her lips and traced the tip of his tongue over her swollen inner lips. The scent of her juicy, sweet cunt was nearly enough to make him lunge at her and plunder her ripe flesh like a caveman, but he held back.
He slid his tongue over the other side and she arched her back and froze, panting his name. He dipped his tongue into her entrance, heard the catch in her throat at the same time her cunt clenched on his tongue and he knew she teetered on the edge.
He played out the moment, licking deeper with the next stroke, and heard her tiny sob as she whispered, “Yes.”


 ABOUT THE AUTHOR


I live in South Central Texas, writing the type of novel I love to read: more erotic and edgy than the mainstream, with plenty of sweet romance mixed in. I write erotic romances exclusively for Siren Publishing, under their Everlasting imprint. My love of romantic fiction began as a teenager when my mom gave me copies of Kathleen Woodiwiss's "The Flame and the Flower" and Bertrice Small's "Skye O'Malley." To this day I'm pretty sure that was her idea of the "birds and the bees" talk.
My husband and I met in a scenario very much like the ones I've written about. He was the alpha hero who stepped in when this "damsel in distress" needed rescuing from a nefarious pervert. It's no wonder I went on to write erotic romance when I had him to inspire me. My favorite type of hero is the gentle, lovable giant but readers will discover a variety of heroes and alphas in my novels, from nearly perfect to very flawed. I hope readers relate to my heroines, and the challenges and dilemmas they face head-on.

Rafflecopter Giveaway

a Rafflecopter giveaway

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Snippet Showcase #4: Heather Rainier and Tara Rose

Cowboy Angel is here to wish all our Inner Goddesses a Happy Birthday.  A year ago, we began imagining the type of site we would like to be involved in as readers:  where readers of Romance and Erotica could meet up with others and chat about the books they read.  Our online bookclub forum   grew and evolved, and is now celebrating her birthday.

Cowboy Angel is providing the beefcake.  More desserts in the Hottie & Gentleman's Poker threads. And our wonderful authors are providing the party favors:  Snippets everyday this week for you to enjoy!  Tink and I providing the gifts:  FREE SIGNED BOOKS AND SWAG!

Two ways to win:

1.  Joining Inner Goddess is an automatic entry. The more you comment on the forum, the more entries you earn.  Rules here.
2. Daily Rafflecopter entries on each Snippet Showcase.  You can enter every day! so, be sure to return.

So let the Party begin.......................

Snippet Showcase: Heather Rainier and Tara Rose  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    

Heather Rainier's Divine Creek Ranch series

 Lucy's Revenge, Book 15

Heather Rainier’s latest Work in Progress 


Coming Summer 2013…

Our hearts first went out to Beck in Divine Phoenix and to Patrick in Summer's Indiscretion

Now it's time for 
Lucy’s Revenge 

Blurb

Lucy Carter and Beck O’Malley have been like fire and gasoline since the moment they met. Their volatility is tempered only by their connection to Beck’s closest friend, Patrick Owen. Self-conscious about her body, Lucy basks in the acceptance Patrick offers. Loving him is as easy as breathing. Beck sets Lucy on edge every time she comes near him. Loving him seems like a recipe for disaster. 
Beck has been holding Lucy at arm’s length while hoping for an old love to return, until his downward spiral finally turns into a free fall. Patrick longs for a normal life for him and his young son. Unfortunately, his idea of normal doesn’t line up with his influential family’s expectations. Lucy must decide between toeing the line and claiming the love and friendship she’s dreamed of, while taking a little revenge along the way.
 

Lucy’s Revenge includes an all new crossover with my fellow Siren author and friend, Morgan Ashbury, a.k.a. Cara Covington…

In Love Under Two Private Dicks, the intrigue surrounding the loss of Carrie and Chloe’s inheritance to their deceased parents’ business partner leads the men of Lusty straight to Divine. In the process Lucy is brought face to face with Beck’s old love.

 Snippet

The heavy scent of early spring rain filled the air as Beck O’Malley charged out the front door of The Dancing Pony, his cell phone held to his chest. The noise of the downpour wouldn’t make it much easier to hear the phone call outside but at least he had a little privacy. Another couple exited the club as he took a couple of breaths, and tried to swallow around the tightening in his throat. An unwelcome sense of foreshadowing hit him as he heard the chorus of “Wanted You More” by Lady Antebellum playing inside the club before the door swung closed. 

He’d hoped to hear from Chloe Rhodes for the better part of a year. He needed to hear her voice but was afraid of what she’d say, and his heart was in his throat. Was she ready to come home? Did she need him to come get her? He hadn’t prayed in a long time but he sent a fervent prayer heavenward.

“That’s better. I can hear you now,” he murmured as he strained to hear every sound, every nuance of her voice on the other end of the call. 

 “I called your place and left a message, but I really wanted to give you my news myself. In real time.” Her voice was like silk sliding over his nerve endings, her familiar accent a caress to his soul. Then her words and the hesitancy in her tone registered. The damp chill in the air sank into his skin through his shirtsleeves and gooseflesh rose on his skin. No

He swallowed again. “What news, Chloe?”

“I’m…I’m getting married. I…you know I’m living in Lusty. I met someone…” He heard a raspy chuckle and knew that sound. She was fighting tears. “I met a couple of someones, actually. Grant and Andrew Jessop. They’re good men.” Her words registered and pain flared in his heart and his head. His jaw felt locked shut as she quickly continued, speaking faster. She always talked a little faster when she was nervous. “You are a good man, Beck. I know there is someone special out there, just waiting for you. I know you’re going to find her.”

“Yeah, there was, and I already did.” He clenched his jaw until the pain swelled in his head. He’d held on all that time, holding out hope that she’d come back to him—that she’d change her mind.

He could barely hear her as she replied. “No, Beck. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t be that someone for you. And maybe—” His heart clenched when he heard her sob. “Maybe someday when you do meet your one and only, you’ll understand.” 

“You’re crying. You cried when you left.” She had such a tender heart and she’d cried as she’d left him the year before. He’d thought everything was fine between them and had even bought an engagement ring, bartering his services to Clay Cook to help cover the cost of it. The proposal hadn’t gone anything like what he’d hoped for. She’d cried and refused him. A week later she was gone. He’d never understood why his love hadn’t been strong enough to make her want to stay. “Chloe…I never wanted to make you cry.”

Her voice was stronger as she said, “You didn’t. You have never made me cry. It was just the circumstances. Any pain inflicted on me I did to myself. And you. God, I’m so sorry I hurt you. But I think that all along, I knew I wasn’t the one for you…and you weren’t the one for me.”

No. No. No! You were perfect for me. So perfect! The center of his chest felt like it was being torn open from the inside out. An involuntary quiver shook him and his jaw trembled. He held the phone to his ear and clutched his arm, trying to hold it together.

“I still love you, Chloe Diane.” A hot tear tracked down his cheek, followed by another one. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to stop loving you.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, and he could hear her heart in her words. “I wish…well...” Please don’t say you wish we could be friends. She let out a shaky breath. “Good-bye, Beck O’Malley. Take care of yourself.”

“Chloe—I—” Don’t beg. You’ll only hurt her worse and humiliate yourself besides. “Good-bye, Chloe Rhodes.” He held the phone to his ear until the connection ended. Tight with agony, Beck stepped out from under the deep awning, into the downpour.





Heather Rainier's      Website       Buying Links

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~  

 Tara Rose's Racy Nights series 

TAMING HER RACY WAYSTaming Her Racy Ways, book 5

Blurb 

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, sex toys, HEA]
Marisol Santiago and Rafe Rodriguez were forced by their parents to break up when Rafe was a high school senior and Marisol was only fourteen, but they have never gotten over each other. When a tornado brings them together again eighteen years later, his parents force him to make a choice. Rafe Rodriguez has never defied his parents, but he will stop at nothing to win Marisol’s love.
Ellis McCree is smitten with Marisol after he offers to make one of her BDSM fantasies come true. She is everything he’s been searching for. But when he learns that Rafe intends to win her heart as well, Ellis knows the only way he can have Marisol is to share her with Rafe.
A searing betrayal by her best friend Ria, Rafe’s sister, drives Marisol into Ellis’s arms for comfort. But if she gives her heart as well as her body to him, will she lose Rafe in the process?

Snippet

The silence between them was so awkward that Marisol almost started crying again. She needed to process everything that had happened tonight, but she didn’t want to do it alone. She wanted Rafe to stay. “Rafe, thank you for telling me earlier that you were just as afraid as I was. It meant a lot to me that you didn’t dismiss my fear.”

The look he gave her was so intense that she became confused. Had it been a mistake to say anything? She was so unsure about everything right now. Nothing she did or said seemed to make sense.

He brushed a lock of hair out off her face, and Marisol drew in a sharp breath at his touch. “Is that what you think I meant?” he asked quietly. “That I was afraid of the storm?”

“Um…yes.” What else could he have meant?

“You’d better try and get some sleep, Marisol.”

“Rafe, what did you mean then? Please tell me. What were you afraid of?”

He sighed and took a step back. “You aren’t making this very easy.”

“I’m not trying to make it anything. I’m simply trying to find out what you meant by that comment.”

The struggle on his face was so painful that it made her uncomfortable. What the hell was going on? “I wasn’t afraid of the storm, Marisol. I was fighting with every ounce of self-control I had.” His voice was so soft, but deep and exotic. It was easy to imagine they were lying in bed right now, gazing into each other’s eyes just before making love.

“I don’t understand,” she whispered, even though she understood perfectly. What she really meant was that she was afraid to believe what he was saying was real.

“Holding you in the dark like that…so close. All I wanted to do was kiss you.”

“Maybe you should do it now.” The second it was out of her mouth, she wished she hadn’t said it. This was all in his hands. In about ten seconds she’d either feel like the biggest chump on the planet, or her eighteen-years-long fantasy would finally come true.

He stared at her for so long without answering or moving that Marisol finally turned toward the door, intending to open it for him so that he could leave and she could drown her despair in sleep. As she moved, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

She moaned loudly against his full, warm lips as every fantasy she’d ever had about this man, and every moment of their four months together came rushing back at her. There might as well have been a second tornado inside her town house, concentrated just on the two of them.[j1]  All the elements were there. The freight train sound, the howling wind, and the dizzying whirlwind of chaos and confusion.

But one additional sensation hung over this storm that made it sweet, erotic, and sexy. Marisol was more aroused than she’d ever been, and she melted into Rafe’s strong embrace, never wanting to leave it. Her mind filled with decadent images, fueled by countless dreams over the years.

She parted her lips to let his tongue inside, and she moaned again as it moved over hers with familiar precision, sending waves of tiny contractions to her soaked pussy and jolts of electricity to her nipples. Wanton desire filled her body as she clung to him, pushing closer toward his hard, muscled body. His jeans couldn’t mask the erection, huge and rock hard. She wanted that dick inside her, filling every hole until she was so used up she simply couldn’t move.

Their parents had been convinced the two had had sex when Marisol was a girl of fourteen, but the truth was that they’d gone no further than what they were doing right now—hot, passionate kisses. And once, Rafe had cupped her left breast and then apologized, pretending it had been an accident. She’d let him because the sensation had been so incredible that she’d wanted more.

She wanted more now. She wanted everything she’d been denied for eighteen years. She wanted to make up for all their lost years together in one crazy, erotic night. When Rafe released the kiss and nuzzled her neck, Marisol moved her hands down his back. Her breath caught in her throat as his muscles rippled beneath her fingertips. She’d never seen him naked. He must be gorgeous, and she wanted to find out.

Mi tesoro…we cannot do this.”

My treasure. He’d always called her that when they were dating. She pulled out of his arms and looked into his beautiful black eyes. “Yes, Rafe, we can. We’re not kids anymore.”

He brushed his fingers over her face, and she caught them in one hand and kissed each fingertip. He groaned softly, and the sound fueled her arousal.

“Rafe, you want me as much as I want you. How can you deny it?”

“I’m not denying it, Marisol. But how can you want me after what I said to you?’

“What?”

“When we walked along the river that day.” His face was full of pain, and suddenly understanding dawned. He thought she was still upset about what he’d called her.

“Rafe, I forgave you for that the second you said it. I know you were only trying to obey your parents, and there was no other way for us to end it unless you pretended to be cruel to me. I knew you didn’t mean it.”

He stared at her with incredulity. His mouth actually hung open, and she had to bite back the sudden laugh that threatened. “You’re not upset with me?”

She shook her head and moved back into his arms. “No. I’m not. I’ve never been.”

“I didn’t know. Marisol, I didn’t know.”

It didn’t matter. How could she make him see that? None of that mattered right now. “Rafe, please…please stay with me tonight. Make love to me.”

 He kissed her again, this time with a depth and passion she’d never known. It was slow and torturous, but Marisol savored each moment. Her body was on fire for his touch, but clearly Rafe was setting the pace tonight, and he was determined to take his time with her.

She shivered when he tangled his fingers in her hair and gave it a slight tug. “I want all of you, Marisol. You have to understand that.”

“I understand.” Anything. She’d give him anything right now. All he had to do was ask.

 Tara Rose's       Website      Buying Links  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

  Daily Snippet Rafflecopter Giveaway

Return each day to register for the Rafflecopter Giveaway (INTL).
In honor of our namesake "Inner Goddess" 
Win SIGNED copies of EL James' 50 Shades of Gray and 50 Shades Darker and an unedited copy of 50 Shades Freed 
Contest ends at midnight (CST) on May 26, 2013.

a Rafflecopter giveaway