Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Welcome Guest Lynn LaFleur & Her Hot Shots

I always love when I hear about a new book coming out by Lynn LaFleur. She's a very talented Erotic Romance author and a great friend. If you haven't read her yet you really need to check out her books: 
http://www.lynnlafleur.com/     Amazon     Barnes and Noble

I love writing romances. Telling the story of two people falling in love makes me smile and gives me that warm, fuzzy feeling deep inside. Make it an erotic romance and I’m even happier.


Writing sexy love scenes isn’t easy. Fun, but not easy. They have to be romantic as well as sexy, something you, the reader, would want to have done to you (or do to your partner). The words have to get to you, make you want more. They have to make you melt.

A nibble on the side of the neck.
A gentle tug with teeth on an earlobe.
Fingertips drifting down a naked back.
A hand sliding over a firm butt cheek.
The tip of a tongue tickling a navel.
Warm lips wrapped around a hard nipple.
Firm male flesh gripped in a tight fist.

Maybe it’s that first kiss between lovers that makes you sigh. Here’s a little taste from my newest novella, “Sizzle”, in the Kensington Aphrodisia anthology, Hot Shots, when my hero and heroine share their first romantic kiss.

 Hot Shots
Featuring Lynn's Story, "Sizzle"
Published by: Kensington Aphrodisia
Release Date: February 25, 2014 (print and ebook)
ISBN: 978-0-758-28895-0 (print)
Genre: Contemporary Firefighter
 Novella in Anthology

Clay pressed his lips to Maysen’s in a gentle kiss of hello. It would be easy to sweep her into his arms, carry her to his sleeping palette, and ravish her. That wouldn’t do. He wanted to make love to Maysen—slowly, gently, completely.

He almost changed his mind about ravishment when Maysen’s lips softened beneath his in surrender. Needing to touch her, he ran one hand into her hair, cradled the back of her head. A low moan came from her throat before she tilted her head and parted her lips. Clay deepened the kiss, moving his mouth over hers while he tickled the corners of her mouth with his tongue.

Are you melting yet?

If you like that little tidbit and want more, you can find Hot Shots in print or ebook starting today. More information available on my website:

Sunday, February 16, 2014

Leather Lace and Spice Advice- #Sex, #Beauty, #Fashion, Lifestyle

There are a number of HOT and Spicy online entertainment magazines hitting the cyber waves and I found one that has heart, besides great topics. I’m sure you’ll be checking these out daily like I do.

With topics like: “Is Fantasy Good or Bad for Your Sex Life?”
“What’s it Like to Attend an Adult Expo in Las Vegas?”
“If I Didn’t Have Passion with My Partner, Can I Ever Create it?”
“Why Are Men Clueless About What Women Want in Bed?”

How could you not click that mouse and read on? J

Alison started the Advice Sisters years ago with her twin sister who has since passed away. Now her friend Tony continues with the online advice column, giving a man’s perspective to their viewers’ questions. http://leatherandlaceadvice.com/ As you’ll see their extensive backgrounds and kind hearts makes for an excellent combination for giving wise advice on dating, love, relationships and more.

Alison and Tony were very generous in their time to be a guest on The Lusty View and answered some questions:

Do you find the readers like the double take men’s and women’s point of view or are they hesitant to share personal experiences?

Alison: I love the double-take. It gives them two different ways to look at any situation. And of course men and women look at things so differently. Even I am amazed at how Tony expresses himself in some of our Q and A and I realize that I never thought of the situation that way. But through his eyes as a man, he sees things I don’t and vice-versa. It also has always amazed me how open people are to sharing their intimate issues. But I think one of the reasons is that we have earned their trust. So many people think that being an advice columnist is fun and easy but it isn’t. It is a skill as well as an innate talent. You always have to be mindful of the fact that what you say can influence someone’s life for better or worse, profoundly. It is an awesome responsibility. 

In addition to your blog posts and advice column you offer writing services. Can you tell the readers more about that? 

Alison: I have been a writer all my life. I started in high school as editor of the “Packer Prism” and interviewed Dustin Hoffman, Joe Namath, and Paul Stookey of Peter Paul and Mary. I had no fear, I just looked them up in the telephone directory and asked if I could interview them!  I worked in publishing and public relations, and then in every job I ever had, I ended up writing as a significant part of my duties. My work has been featured in publications including: American Express, NCS Career Magazine, the American Chronicle, the Examiner.com, American Singles ,Oncology News,  Porthole Magazine, The Annandale News, BeautyNewsNYC,  Career Magazine, American Singles, Glamour, Daily Makeover, Eharmony, Match,com, Chai Time, Golden Lotus, Bliss Magazine, and Cupids’ Network and others.

I offer the following freelance services: social media, Blog Posts *Feature Articles* Website Content * Specialty Columns * Press Releases *Personal Dating Profiles * Business Proposals * Love Letters * Personal Essays *Twitter and Facebook Content *Business Correspondence *Brochures and Fliers * Article Editing.

I am the author of a number of books including: The Everything Dating Book, 2nd Edition (Adams Media, 2005), Recruiting Love- Using The Business Skills You Have to Find the Love You Want (Cyclone Books, 1998), You Are the Product- How To Sell Yourself To Employers (Piggle Press, 2000/Fabjob 1999), and Feel Great Be Great While You Date (advicesisters, 2004).
Alison is a contributing author in: How To Survive Dating by Mark W. Bernstein (Hundreds of Heads Books, Inc., 2004) and The Last Job Search Guide You’ll Ever Need – How to Find and Get the Job or Internship of Your Dream, compiled by Steven J. Rothberg (CollegeRecruiter.com Books, 2002).

Here is the HIS and HERS perspective on what Alison and Tony do on their websites:  leatherandlaceadvice.com

What’s the most challenging part of working as an advice columnist?
Alison: Most of my advice is offered through online interactions and you can’t see the person you are working with so you lose a lot of the personal cues that you'd get if you were talking to them in person. Also, since we advise people all over the world, I have to be mindful that my cultural, religious, political views and socio-economic background isn't necessarily that of someone else I’m advising.
Tony: My challenge is empathizing with people who should have known better and now they’re dealing with serious problems and we’re trying to help them solve them. We can’t be judgmental after the fact, but have to deal with the situation as it is, and try to help within the limits of the situation they've created

What’s the best piece of advice you've ever given (to anyone)?
Alison: The best piece of advice I've ever given someone is the best piece of advice I've ever been given (from my wise grandmother Tillie) who always said: “where there is life, there is hope.” No problem is unsolve-able except for death. As long as you have breath and a brain, you have the opportunity to figure your way out of (or into) another opportunity. As Scarlett O'Hara said: Tomorrow is another day.
Tony: the best advice I can offer is: they’re all out there to amuse you. The only person who can hurt you is you.  You must find the strength within yourself to find the criticism and taunts and humiliations which life piles on you, and separate yourself from them, so that you may act objectively and so that you can remain happy within yourself.

Do you have any guilty pleasures? (example: Love expensive chocolate, horror movies, NASCAR fan, shoe fetish (oh wait, that’s me), Chinese food at 2a.m., old movies? etc.)
Alison: Oh I have so many! But I don't think any pleasure should make you feel guilty -- if you feel guilt then it's not pleasurable anymore, LOL!
Tony: My guilty pleasure is that I find pleasure in making others happy, or in giving them pleasure.

What do you do when you’re not giving advice? (Day job and/or free time?)
Tony: I give advice to large corporations on computer and security issues, and I play complex computer-based games.
Alison: My day job is writing and I love to write more than anything else. I also like to take photographs (I have a photography website http://www/alisonblackman.info) And I love to read, travel, shop, commune with my cats, and sometimes, on rare occasions, just enjoy cloud formations, I’m never bored.

What would readers be surprised to know about you?
Alison: Although I write about relationships and sex, beauty, fashion and lifestyle, I created a  non-profit group for creatives called The Metropolitan Tribe, I was the Executive Director of a famous NYC Community Gardening group, helped set up New York City's Recycling Programs, and in College my major was Music History (focusing on the Renaissance).
Tony:   I spent 30 years consulting to the professional rock and roll and movie industries

Anything else you’d like to add about yourself, future goals for the Leather and Lace sites?

Alison: As I said previously, everyone thinks that they can give advice, but that doesn't mean they can do it well, or responsibly. You have to be able to see things differently than most people and  break down issues and provide solutions that people can absorb and use in practical ways. I love being able to help change someone's life for the better, perhaps, forever. It is what keeps me going. As long as people want our advice we will continue to provide it. As the internet evolves, so will our Leather and Lace websites, I hope that Tony and I will be able to write some books, eventually, and we would love to get out and meet more of our readers.  Anyone who wants us to be on their radio or television show, or on a panel, or speak at an event, should contact us at:
aandt at leatherandlaceadvice dot com

Tony: During my life many young woman have come to me for advice and guidance. I have always enjoyed watching them grow and utilize that advice to have a better and more productive life. This is why I decided to partner with Alison and offer advice to a wider audience.

Thank you so much Alison and Tony for being a guest at The Lusty View!! Feel free to post a comment on what topics you’d like to see on their blog. Or what you’d like to see on this blog.

Check out their websites/blogs for some fantastic articles, blog posts and advice!!

Also connect with them on Twitter: @leatherlaceadv @LeatherNLaceSpi and @advicesisters

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

After the Rain, a HOT M/M by Daisy Harris

After the Rain
by Daisy Harris



They’re going to need a bigger tent.

Henri’s list of bad exes is as long as his arm, but nothing prepared him for his latest, heart-stomping breakup. He thought he couldn’t feel more abandoned, until his ride for a group camping trip bails, leaving him stuck driving for hours with a guy who is absolutely not his type.

After breaking up with his girlfriend of five years, firefighter Logan is working up the nerve to explore his interest in men. He knows he’s gay. He just hasn’t had the guts to do anything about it…until now.

Henri’s big-city attitude and tight jeans push every last one of Logan’s buttons, and when he and Henri have to share a tent, Logan is thrilled. He should have realized Pacific Northwest weather would get wet—forcing them to strip naked. Though the steam between them is thicker than coastal fog, Henri’s not sure he can let himself fall for another man. Not even the guy who finally treats him right.

Warning: Contains bad ex-boyfriends, even worse weather, and more than your average amount of sex in a tent. May not be suitable for those with germ phobias, outdoor aversions or fear of damp shoes.


Logan pulled off his helmet, and Henri did the same. There was a moment when their eyes met, Logan grinning and Henri grinning right back. Henri realized Logan was going to kiss him a split second before it happened.

Henri jerked to get out of the way before their lips touched, and though Logan’s kiss landed at Henri’s hairline, a thrill of panic still ran through him. No way. Herpes! Logan couldn’t kiss him, and Henri definitely couldn’t kiss Logan back. Plenty of other guys would have taken the risk—especially if it was just a kiss—but Henri couldn’t.

“Oh.” Logan froze, his breath still in Henri’s hair. Slowly, he stepped back. “I’m sorry.”

“No. It’s fine.” Henri held his hands palms up, wishing he could explain in a few words, but the guys on the ridge above were already calling to them, hollering that it was time for lunch.

“I didn’t mean...” Logan turned away, hiding his expression. “I just mean it’s no big deal.” Shoulders curled forward, Logan headed up the stairs.

“Logan,” Henri called after him. He hated this. If things were different, he would have been on Logan from the second he saw what he was hiding under his shirt. He would have kissed him and even given his dick a squeeze for good measure. Now he’d be stuck with half explanations all weekend. “Wait up.”


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Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn't sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris's dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

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Saturday, February 8, 2014

DARK DUKE and DEVLIN’S DARE Two Hot Releases by Award-Winning Sabrina York #MFRWorg #MFRWauthor #eroticromance

The Third Book in the Scorching Noble Passions Series by Sabrina York Releases!
Fans of Sabrina York’s steamy Regency series have been eagerly awaiting the release of Dark Duke, the third book (following award winning Folly and Dark Fancy) in which Edward Wyeth, the Dark Duke of Moncrieff, finally meets his match in the form of a flame-haired Scottish spitfire.
Noble Passions: Follow the decadent exploits of friends and enemies as they find love and passion in the glittering world of the Regency—and its dark underbelly. Each book is a stand-alone read.
If you’re new to the series, download Sabrina’s free teaser book at http://sabrinayork.com/home-2/sabrina-yorks-teaser-book/ to read blurbs and excerpts for this popular series. Each book in the series is a stand-alone story.
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Dark Duke
Sabrina York

Noble Passions, Book Three
Edward Wyeth, the Dark Duke of Moncrieff’s life has been turned on its end. His well-ordered home has been invaded. By destitute relatives. From Scotland. How on earth can he write Lord Hedon’s salacious novels with hellions battling in the garden and starting fires in the library? But with the onslaught has come a delicious diversion. His cousin’s companion, the surprisingly intriguing Kaitlin MacAllister. He is determined to seduce her. Using her desperate need for funds and her talents as an artist, he convinces her to draw naughty pictures for his naughtier books…and he draws her into his decadent web.
But Kaitlin has a secret. She’s fled Scotland—and a very determined betrothed. When Edward’s cousin is kidnapped and held in her stead, Kaitlin is honor bound to return to her homeland and rescue her—much to Edward’s chagrin.
Because suddenly he can’t bear the thought of Kaitlin marrying another man. He can’t bear the thought of losing her at all.
A Romantica® Regency historical erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, please exit this site.
An Excerpt From: DARK DUKE
Copyright © SABRINA YORK, 2014
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Edward skirted the mêlée in the garden and made his way to the far end of the estate, where there was nothing but flowers and trees and a placid little pond. Nothing to attract diminutive fiends bent on mischief. He would sit in the folly until his temperature returned to normal.
Perhaps until spring.
Dear God. He’d had no idea having the Wyeths of Perth take over his house would be such a nightmare. If he had suspected as much, he would have turned them away at the start. They would probably have crawled in under the door. Through the cracks in the flue. Vermin had a way of finding entrance.
But now. Now they were here.
He had to get rid of them.
Perhaps he could send them back to Scotland.
Scotland would revile him for it, but he had little use for rocky tors, lochs and sheep.
Then he thought of Violet and his heart lurched. It would crush her to be trundled back to what she referred to as “the bleak wilderness.” She was looking forward to a glittering season in London. She was seventeen. She needed a husband. A husband of quality. That might be difficult to find in the wilds of Scotland.
And Ned. Ned was twenty. He was just starting to find his way with the ton. He’d made some friends—decent fellows. He’d even been receiving invitations to game at White’s.
The two of them—the normal two—deserved better than being lumped in with the rest.
He whacked at a rosebud as he passed. It exploded into a flutter of petals. He refused to feel any sympathy.
He couldn’t send them packing.
Then what?
Hell. He was a duke of the realm. He had six houses spread throughout the empire. Why hadn’t he thought to purchase a spare in London?
That was brilliant.
He would. He’d buy them their own house. Move them all, lock stock and—well, maybe not the barrels, as the older boys did like to drink. He’d move them all into their own domicile.
With Aunt Hortense. Let her manage them.
His life would once again be orderly. He would be the master of his own abode. Free to pursue the life of a wealthy dilettante.
He rounded the bend with a satisfied smile on his face. The trickle of the fountain in the pond was a balm to his tormented soul. Birds sang in the trees. The sun—well, it almost shone. It was a beautiful day.
Soon, the world would be right again.
Soon, they would all be gone.
He skipped up the steps of the folly with a lightness of heart he hadn’t felt in ages. A book on the bench snagged his attention and his mood dipped, but only a bit. Someone had been here. But they were gone.
He picked it up and flipped through it and stilled.
Good God.
It was a sketch book.
The first page was an attempt at this scene. The flowers and trees, the pond and the little fountain. Not very good. But the second arrested his attention. It was a simple line drawing of Violet. And it was stunning. The artist had managed to depict her beauty, but also captured that glint in her eye, the particular quirk of her lips. Her soul.
The next sketch was one of Ned, showing a brash young man, standing insouciantly with his hands shoved into his pockets, whistling a silent tune. The next was of the twins—whatever their names were—dark heads together plotting some manner of mayhem.
It was so realistic Edward expected them to leap from the page and whack him with a cricket bat.
But it was the last sketch in the book that stole his breath. It was a portrait, in profile. His own face. But not an Edward he would ever recognize. This man was heroic, tragic, a solitary soldier. It was only a few lines drawn in charcoal, but it revealed so much about him. Things he didn’t want anyone to ever know.
It was horrifying. And remarkable.
“Your Grace.”
He snapped the book shut and spun around.
Of course. What’s her name. The girl. The owl. From last night.
“Oh, you found it.” She stepped into the folly and took the book from his hands. He did not know why he let it go.
“You left it here.” An accusation. Really? He hadn’t intended for it to come out like that.
She chuckled. “I had to go rescue Hamish. I was coming back.”
“What…why did you have to rescue Hamish?” This was her work? She saw him like that? And hell, she was a damn fine hand. How he would love to turn such talent to…darker purposes. What a pity she was such a prude. The kind of work he could offer her would make her rich—rich enough to quit serving as Violet’s companion.
But she would never do it. No decent woman would.
He must be crazed, truly crazed, to even think on it.
The gripping sketch of his wounded countenance lingered in his brain. If she could do that, if she could see through to his soul and bring it to life on paper—
“And then he got stuck. In the tree. So I had to rescue him.”
Lord. She’d been talking. He’d missed the entire explanation. No matter. The question had been purely rhetorical.
“How long have you been drawing?”
She winced, clutched the book to her breast. He recalled what fine breasts they were. “I… What?”
“How long have you been drawing? You’re quite good.”
“You looked at my book?” She squawked as though he’d just admitted to peering up her skirts. The lemony face returned. A beetled brow and pursed lips. It was, upon reflection, rather adorable.
“It was lying here.”
“You shouldn’t look at someone’s sketchbook.”
“You shouldn’t leave it where it can be found.” He crossed his arms over his chest and grinned at her. Damn, he loved her accent.
She sputtered. “I told you. Hamish and Tay—”
“Taylor. Hamish and Taylor were building a fort in a tree—”
“Yes. Yes. I know. You had to rescue him. Tell me, have they always been this much trouble?”
She blew out a breath. “You have no idea.”
They both laughed. It was a nice moment, because it seemed, for that brief flash of time, they were friends, bound in mutual misery.
And then he went and ruined it by letting his lust intrude. “So tell me, what did you think of that book?”
She tipped her head. “What book?”
“The one I gave you last night.”
She blinked several times, as though she had to try very hard to remember. “Oh. That book. I didn’t read it.”
He stepped closer. “Ah. You like to look at the pictures, then?” He knew the sort.
“Look at the… What? No, your Grace—”
“Edward.” He infused his voice with a low thrum.
Your Grace. I didn’t have a chance to open it.”
Why petulance curled within him, he had no clue. “What do you mean you didn’t have a chance to open it?” She was supposed to have read it. Or at least looked at the pictures. She was supposed to be gazing at him, right now, with a dewy look.
She brushed an invisible speck from her skirt. “There was…a distraction.”
Well hell. “What kind of distraction?”
Her lips pursed. The look she shot him was not dewy in the slightest.
Still, he wanted to kiss her.
He wasn’t sure why. She was certainly not the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. But her face had character and charm—especially when she smiled. Her figure was full—the way he liked them—but she didn’t show it off to its best effect. In fact, if he hadn’t known what lay beneath the thick layers of crinoline and bombazine, he would have been fooled. She was prickly as a hedgehog and smacked him down at every turn.
So why did he want to pull her into his arms and smother her mouth with his?
Perhaps because of all those things.
Then again, perhaps just because.
So he did.
He took the girl—whose name he could not remember, whose face he could not forget—into his arms and kissed her. It was a gentle buss, as kisses went, but extremely sublime. Because he’d surprised her.
Her lips were open, as though poised to speak. He took full advantage, sweeping in his tongue to dab at hers, nibbling and licking and tasting her sweet breath.
The prick at his side was not a surprise. He’d expected it.
He lifted his head and stared down into her eyes. Her expression was dazed and determined and perhaps a little dewy. “Not this time, darling,” he murmured. He took the knife from her hand and tossed it aside and then pulled her more fully against him.
And ah. She was soft. Sweet. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Her hips molded the cradle of his groin. Of course, he was the one doing the molding, but she didn’t fight him.
No. She sighed and tipped her head to the side so he could deepen the kiss. She tasted like ambrosia. A tantalizing flavor of cinnamon and woman and surrender. His ardor rose, and with it, his cock. He rubbed it against her belly.
She stiffened and tried to push away, muttering something into his mouth that sounded like “No.”
He changed his tack, running his lips down her cheek and along the line of her jaw to nestle in the crook of her neck. She shuddered. Some groan-like sound emanated from her throat. She clutched at his hair.
Thusly encouraged, he sucked at the tender skin of her neck. Nipped.
“Oh! Saints preserve us,” she whispered.
“The saints don’t care,” he responded, switching to the other side of her neck. He found a spot that delighted her even more and feasted there. In her distraction, she didn’t stop the palm skimming over her ribs to cup a breast.
He encased her. Ah. Exquisite. Full and round and pliable. He thumbed a nipple, testing its rigidity. She dipped as her knees gave way. He caught her. Swung her up in his arms and carried her to the bench.
From long experience, he knew better than to give a woman a moment to think. So as soon as he had her settled across his lap and firmly braced against the wall of the folly, he kissed her again. With one hand, he stroked her nipples while with the other, he slowly drew up her skirts.


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The Fifth Book in Sabrina York’s Scorching Tryst Island Series Releases!
Fans of the Tryst Island Books have been eagerly awaiting the next installment. Not only is it here, it is premiering at a special introductory price as a thank you to loyal readers. 
The scorching follow up to bestselling Rebound, Dragonfly Kisses, Smoking Holt and Heart of Ash, Devlin’s Dare will release at a special price of 99¢ for two weeks, before going to its regular price of $2.99 on February 15th.

If you’re new to the series, check out the Tryst Island Trailer: http://youtu.be/uJ1rhyeLkAM or download Sabrina’s free teaser book at http://sabrinayork.com/home-2/sabrina-yorks-teaser-book/ to read blurbs and excerpts for this popular series. Each book in the series is a stand-alone story.
DEVLIN’S DARE—Book 5 in the Tryst Island Series
A No-Strings Fling Becomes Something For Which He Will Risk All
Devlin Fox has always been a player. A horny bee flitting from flower to flower. He has no idea why the sexy minx he meets on the way to Tryst Island affects him the way she does. Arousal—for her—hits him like a fist to the gut and he can’t stop thinking about her.
But Tara Romano doesn’t “do” commitments. For good reason. When she proposes they be “friends with benefits,” Devlin can’t figure out why the idea annoys him so much. It should be the perfect scenario. A gorgeous, alluring woman who only wants him for his body… He wants, needs, more from Tara, so he hits upon a plan to turn their no-strings-fling into something lasting. A series of tantalizing dares—dares Tara cannot resist.
 an excerpt from

Book 5 in the Tryst Island Series

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That’s Devlin Fox?” She glared across the restaurant. It wasn’t bad enough that the gorgeous guy she ran into on the ferry turned out to be friends with the douche in the ascot she’d been running from. No.
He had to be her worst enemy too.
Damn. Damn damn damn.
“You know him?” Bella asked.
“He writes a Foodie Blog.” Tara glowered around the table, trying hard not to snarl. Or pout. “He gave Stud Muffin a bad review.”
“What?” Cam squawked.
Jamie shook her head. “Why did he do that?”
Tara crossed her arms over her chest. She’d spent her life learning her craft. Spent her life savings opening her own bakery. Spent years building clientele. Then, with one crappy review, business had tanked. Totally into the toilet. In one fell swoop, many of her regulars had stopped coming in.
She wasn’t sure she’d be able to make the bills this month, which was devastating.
And all because of him.
It was unfair for one man to have so much power.
And why had he panned her bakery? “Because I don’t have gluten-free.” She muttered, then added, under her breath, “Big baby.”
Still, gluten-free was a huge deal in Seattle. She’d spent the past week working up recipes. And fantasizing about wreaking vengeance on a certain blogger.
It had been a mere fantasy, until now. But now…
Kaitlin shifted closer, drawing Tara’s attention. “What are you thinking?” she asked in a whisper, her features tight.
Tara froze. It didn’t do to think around Kaitlin. Not that the elfin redhead read minds, or at least that’s what she claimed. But she seemed to know things.
“Nothing.” Tara made it a point to bat her lashes.
Kaitlin’s nose rumpled, as though she smelled something nasty. Like a lie.
But hell. Tara couldn’t tell Kaitlin what she was really thinking because Kaitlin—the sweet, innocent soul that she was—would try to talk her out of it. Ramble on about Karma and shit.
No, Tara couldn’t tell anyone what she was really thinking about.
Because she was plotting revenge.
She was going to get Devlin Fox back. And she was going to get him good.
* * * * *
“Hi there.”
Devlin turned on the barstool, his trademark smile firmly in place. Everything within him froze. It was her. That little slice of heaven from the ferry. Damn. She was as hot as he remembered.
She sidled up next to him and the chatter of the bar receded. Fascination—and something else—rose.
“Well hello there.”
He liked her scent, something floral and light. He liked her heat as she pressed against his side. She lowered her long lush lashes and peeped up at him through the fringe. Damn, that was sexy. She licked her lips. That was sexy too.
“I never got to thank you,” she purred.
“Th-Thank me?” Was that her hand? On his thigh?
Shit yeah.
“For saving me.” Her fingers flexed. “I would have tumbled to my death if you hadn’t grabbed me.”
“I doubt you would have tumbled to your death. Disfigurement, perhaps. Dire injury. But not death. Don’t exaggerate.”
She laughed, a low chortle. “Well… Thank you.” She leaned closer and whispered, “Can I buy you a drink?”
Devlin blinked. He’d been hit on in bars before, but no woman had ever offered to buy him a drink.
She might just be a perfect woman. “Sure.”
“What’s your poison?”
“Whiskey sour.”
She signaled to the bartender.
“So…I’m Devlin.”
“Devlin.” She cooed. Actually cooed.
“And you are…?”
He jumped a little as her hand skated up his thigh. His pulse skipped. “I…ah…yes. But what can I call you?” He had a pretty good idea where this was headed, and he wanted to know what to cry out as he sank into her steamy depths. It was only polite to know a woman’s name at a moment like that.
She pursed her lips, as though she were thinking it over. Or thinking about something else. Her thumb snaked up. Nudged his balls, ever so lightly, and through thick denim, but he felt it like an electrical charge. “Call me Sugar.”
“Sugar.” Oh yeah. She was sweet.
“Would you…like to go for a walk?”
“A walk?” His cock lurched. All thoughts of that drink faded.
“It’s a beautiful night…”
She looked over her shoulder and then threaded her fingers in his, leading him toward the back of the bar. He didn’t know why they weren’t heading for the front door, but didn’t much care.
She was a beautiful woman. She wanted him. And he was just drunk enough to follow her anywhere she led.
He shot a glance at Parker who sent him a thumbs up.
They barely made it out the back door of the bar before she kissed him. Damn. Backed him up against the wall, raked her fingers through his hair, pulled his head down and took his mouth.
And damn, she was a good kisser. She ate him with heat and passion and carnivorous zeal. He responded in kind, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He nearly passed out when she sucked on it, nibbled it, toyed with it. He couldn’t help imagining her doing the same to his cock.
Her palm roved over his chest and made its way down to his hips. He didn’t dare move as she slowly teased the band of his jeans. She pulled back and held his gaze as she popped the snap.
“Mmm,” she murmured, reaching in. His eyes crossed as she molded his length. Squeezed. “Such a big boy.” She licked her lips and his brain short-circuited. When she went to her knees before him and blew a hot breath on him through the cotton of his briefs, he nearly lost consciousness. “I want to taste you,” she said. “Take off your pants.”
Holy God. Yes.
In a frenzy, he kicked off his shoes, and ripped off his jeans, hopping from one foot to the other. He held still, frozen in place, as she hooked her thumbs in his briefs and eased them down revealing his eager cock. She dragged his underwear down until they pooled at his ankles.
He heard the catch in her moan. Felt the trace of a warm finger around his swollen head and down to the base. He shuddered.
“Ah. Yes,” she said, coming close. Her heat caressed him. His knees knocked. She fisted him. Pumped. Once. Twice. Blood pounded at his temples. Thrummed in his cock. She bent closer. Her damp breath kissed the head. “Such a big dick,” she said.
If he’d been in his right mind, her tone would have warned him, but he wasn’t in his right mind. He was a little drunk and a lot horny and there was a gorgeous woman on her knees before him with his cock in her fist. Her mouth hovered over the tip.
Yes. Yes. Just a little more…
She released him and stood up in a rush. Her beautiful, seductive expression morphed into something bitter. He gaped at her, stunned.
“Yeah,” she said, propping her fists on her hips. “You, Devlin Fox, are a big dick.”
And then she left. Whirled on her heel and left him standing there, half-naked, leaning against the grimy brick wall behind a grungy bar.
And she took his jeans.

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