Authors favorite
toys? Not what you might think. These are romance authors childhood toys. J
Today on USAToday Happy Ever After blog, Joyce Lamb interviews authors and asks what their
favorite toys were when they were children. Check out the post for some
interesting comments by your favorite authors. Any guess as to what my
favorite toy was??? Do favorite toys tell something about you? What about
the books you read as a child? Tell me what your favorite toy was as a child, then check out USAToday’s blog post.
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Coming soon!!! RED TAPE, my new sexy romantic suspense novel, is
due for release August 3rd. This is Book one in my new FLC series. I had to
share a sneak peek blurb and excerpt.
BLURB:
Blackmail, coercion and undercover sex scandals are meticulously devised
by the FLC, a secret society in the White House. When ex-CIA agents, Zoe and
Jason, agree to put their damaged pasts behind them to manipulate a sadistic
leader, Jason must train his ex-lover for her role as a submissive
in a dangerous BDSM sex tape project. But the bondage aspect of the plan takes their relationship on
an emotional and sensual ride mixed with heartache, second chances and love. Life
unravels when their target discovers the plan and devises one of his own. And
it appears Zoe has betrayed Jason and her country. Can he protect the woman he
can’t live without from one of the deadliest enemies?
EXCERPT: (Jason
and Zoe, two ex-lovers and ex-CIA agents, are trapped inside a closet while a
controversial bondage scene is taking place in the adjoining room. Zoe is peeking through the cracks of the
door frame.)
The implications of what was going on
in this room were beyond imagining. If the public found out about this, what
would happen to this administration? The peace talks? This was more damaging
than a stained blue dress. This was a nightmare.
Jason touched her shoulder. His fingers
slowly skimmed down to her upper arm, where he grasped her and tugged her
closer. Outside, the bondage ordeal continued. Red marks crisscrossed the man’s
back and buttocks. She’d seen enough. Jason’s other hand slipped to her waist. He
leaned into her. Warmth, hardness, and the scent of male. She shouldn’t be so turned
on. The hairs on her arms stood up. Her breasts felt heavy, and her nipples
grew tight. What was Jason thinking? After all this time, he wanted to get busy
with her in a closet? Really?
She pulled away and tapped a “no” on
his arm.
He tapped “yes” on her hand and slowly
turned her around, pulling her against his body. God, he felt good. So many
nights she’d imagined Jason in her arms like this. She had to control her
breathing to keep from making any noise. The real torment was being trapped inside
the closet. Sex with Jason had always been the hottest when they were on a
mission. Why couldn’t they have sex and a relationship like normal people?
They didn’t know how to do day-to-day. Everything
they once had came tumbling back. She wanted him again, wanted to give in with
complete and utter abandon. Her body was on fire, throbbing, needing him now at
the wrong place, the wrong—
Craaack!
In the next room, a flogger or cane
smacked what sounded like bare, taut skin in quick repetition. The man cried
out.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, Mistress, more, please.” Another
sharp crack sent shivers up Zoe’s spine. How could he stand the pain, let alone
enjoy it?
Jason’s warm, moist mouth pressed on
her ear, her neck, and she sucked in a little breath. His tongue drew a line to
the hollow of her throat.
Yes, she ached to
say, yes. Jason’s touch was torture, sweet, sweet torture. She gave in a
little, pressing her sex against his hard shaft bulging beneath his pants. She
did want him but not here, not now.
On his arm, she tapped “no.”
He hesitated long enough for her to
wish she had said “yes.” After all these months, they’d barely had enough time
to say hello and already they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Nothing
had changed. He rested his forehead against hers, and she heard his intake of
breath and a long sigh. Outside, Melissa shouted orders, and the man groaned.
Jason pressed his lips to Zoe’s ear and barely mouthed, “I want you.”
Then why did you leave me?
Outside their closet, in the dungeon,
voices and the smacking got louder. Inside, Jason pulled her against his chest
and stroked her hair. She breathed in his scent, and time slipped away to the many
heated nights he’d held her close. He knew how to draw out every exquisite
sensation with his touch. Before she got too worked up, she backed away, slowly
because she didn’t want to knock into anything in the tiny closet. The sex
party going on was so loud, Zoe doubted they would have heard anything.
His hands slid around her waist, holding
her captive. “Sorry. Missed you.” His words tore through her, ripping her heart
in half. If he wanted to continue where they left off, she couldn’t.
She leaned toward his ear. “Missed me?
You’ll have to do better than that.”
His mouth came down on hers, and she
sensed his hunger, felt her own heating up her body. His tongue slid across
hers, drawing the passion from deep in her core. Her hands reached up along his
hard chest, moved up and around his head, where she tangled her fingers in his
hair. She resisted the urge to spread her legs. To encourage him would only
make their situation more difficult.
Clinging to him, she gave in this time
and melted deeper into the kiss. She couldn’t fight him here. His hand reached
under her skirt and slipped inside her panty hose. Her sex was so wet, he
easily parted her folds and thrust a finger inside her channel. With a silent
gasp, Zoe broke away from the kiss and lifted up on her toes. He steadied her
against his body. Matching his thrusts to the rhythm of groans and strikes
outside the closet, she rode his hand closer to orgasm.
On impulse, she reached for his cock.
The hard ridge bulged against his pants, and she pressed the heel of her palm
along his length until she heard his intake of breath. The roughness of his
hand rubbed her clit. Heat and throbbing intensified, coiling deep, bringing
her to the edge of release. Yes! She
wanted to scream and tell him not to stop, but it was sweet torture having to
remain silent. Almost there.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” Zoe heard the
first lady say. She pulled her hand away from Jason’s cock at the same time he
slipped out of her pantyhose. Her body continued to throb, her vagina clenching
at empty space and aching. When she peeked out through the crack in the door, the
first lady had already slipped on her robe.
“Very much,” the male guest answered.
“I must say this type of American hospitality was unexpected.”
“Our pleasure.” She handed him his
clothing, and the man finished dressing. “Secret Service will escort you to
your car.”
“Thank you.”
The group left. The man in black was
the last to leave, switching the lights off and closing the door. Again, Jason
and Zoe were surrounded in blackness.
“Now what?” Zoe whispered.
“We wait a few minutes.”
The walls of the closet closed in. “You
want to tell me now or later?”
“About what went on out there, or about
us in here?”
“Either, both.” She leaned against the
door and crossed her arms. “You leave Langley without a word months ago, and then
you end up here, like me. Funny coincidence. You act like nothing ever
happened.”
“Not a coincidence. You were handpicked
for a project, like I was.”
“What project?”
He hesitated. “You’ll be briefed soon,
but I suggest you don’t take this job.”
She groaned. “Why would I be briefed
about someone’s sexual activities?”
He cleared his throat and took a breath.
“Zoe.” His voice softened. “You should leave before you learn any more.”
“Learn about what?” She laughed. “I
don’t know anything except the first lady might be a sex addict. Oh God. Does
the president know?”
He groaned. “Zoe, quit your job,
resign. Go back to Langley.”
She shoved at his chest. “I can’t go back.”
♥
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