Road to Recovery Excerpt

“Hey, Stone Cold, scoot over.”

Erin damn near choked on her drink at Kyle’s deep voice so low and sensual, that the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Desire slammed into her. Without thinking, she moved over, and he sat next to her. “I told you not to call me that. What the hell are you doing here?”

He chuckled. “Katie told me some people from work were going out and invited me to come along.”

Erin shot her friend an annoyed glance, and Katie only shrugged before turning back to talk with Jessica. Yeah, no big deal. The hell it wasn’t! She had to put up with Kyle at work; she sure as heck didn’t want to deal with him tonight. She was a woman on a mission, and it had nothing to do with the arrogant jerk now sitting on her left. And he might scare all the hotties away. They might think she is with him and no way was that going to happen ever again.

“So, what, you thought you’d come and annoy me?” Erin asked over the din of music and chatter.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Kyle innocently replied.

“Just because you helped me on a case today doesn’t entitle you to talk to me now. Not after two years of ignoring me.” Maybe coming out hadn’t been the best idea. She entertained the thought of leaving for a moment, before pushing it aside. No way she’d let him ruin the night for her.

“Touchy tonight, are we?” Kyle winked at her.

He slid his hand over hers.

She turned and gave him a side long glance as her breathing increased. Quickly, she jerked her hand away from his grasp.

“Don’t flatter yourself. Why don’t you go and annoy someone else?”

“Excuse me.” A man stood at the table looking at her.

“Yes?” she turned and smiled at the man. He was a dead ringer for Ryan Reynolds. He’ll do just fine for tonight. It’s not like I need a long term thing. One night will do. She let her gaze roam over him. On the other hand, maybe two nights. She chose not to think about the fact that she’d never had a one night stand.

“I’m Dave. Would you like to dance?” he asked.

“I would love to. Move, Kyle.” She stood and he took her hand, “I’m Erin.” As they walked away, she added an extra swing to her hips. Enough to hopefully drive Kyle crazy and remind him of what he’d missed when he’d stood her up two years ago.

Road to Recovery can be purchased at Pink Petal Books,Barnes & Noble and Kindle.

Mindi Ferrari -Midnight Assassins

Today, I want to welcome fellow romance author Mindi Ferrari to my blog to talk about her new release, Midnight Assassins.

What is sexy about immortals?

Over the past 10 years there has been this huge craze with immortal characters from books and movies. But this questions raises much more than the obvious answer, it also brings out the question of why us as humans want to be immortal. What could science honestly bring to the table to make this Immortal dream of the average human come true. For most of us when we read a book we read about this amazing alpha male that makes our mouth water, then we read about his physical description and then when we reach his personality and find out more about his dark nature and his cocky behavior it adds even more to the sizzling desire that’s behind being immortal.

Being immortal not only means you get to live forever but he fun part about this immortal word is the person whether it be male or female had that, I’ve been there done that and I’m great at everything I do attitude. They have this drive for life and excel at everything they do. Even for us non-immortals when we come across someone that is good at everything and never fails, there is something that is to titillating about this attitude and aura that surrounds them, in turn it catches are eye. We want to be like them, and often find ourselves wanting to cherish their every action. Maybe this is why a lot of people daydream about their sexy immortal that they read about or watch on television. Immorality needless to say brings wisdom and good looks to a male or a female.

They get to live forever with the young age that they are. This is another good example about why I write about Vampires. There’s an obsession about this creature of the night that lives forever and sucks on your blood, that needs to feed off your tastes that you create in your body. The vampire takes you to places you dream of because they have been around for so long they know everywhere like the back of their hand. Their sex style is unparalleled to anything you will ever experience because they have not only got around over the centuries but they too are powerful and have a unlimited strength.

So the sexy immortal brings me to a great point in my book Midnight Assassins. Nicholie Telfair is the rarest of the vampire species because he was born a vampire, not made one. His personality matches everything that I have described above. So if you love the boarding sexy immortal types take a moment and read my excerpt and then go buy the book. I mean come on you won’t want to just stop a the teaser.

Excerpt Midnight Assassins

Nicky’s quiet factor was more than anyone could ever match. Standing there watching his beautiful woman drop her towel, then get dressed had him speechless.

The tension built even more as Nicky watched her body move, her contours, the way her hips moved. She had the perfect hourglass figure. His cock hardened the moment he watched her clench the top of the towel, unwrap it, and drop it to the floor. He couldn’t control his actions around her, and he found himself only wanting more. He also noticed the intense scent and fast heartbeat that she acquired whenever she was around him.

While he watched the way she dropped the towel, his growl deepened. He couldn’t take it any longer; the vampire side of him wanted out to ravish her body.

Nicky closed his eyes to calm himself. Breathe my man, just breathe. Before he could hesitate, he moved right up behind her. He was completely invisible, allowing every bit of light to pass through his body. He wanted a chance to inhale her intoxicating scent without her noticing, to have her up close, even moving his hands over the contours of her body. The song “Pain in My Heart” by Otis Redding, played over and over again in his mind. The only interruption became his fast breathing.

He stood there inhaling her scent, fresh lilacs, and her hair had a sweet candy scent, completely opposite of her body.

He watched as she pulled her hair to the side, the pulse in her neck made his fangs throb like a heartbeat. As she massaged her neck, he traced her neck with his finger, matching each of her movements perfectly. His eyes rolled back in his head with each breath he took. Mine. She had every single bit of him. He would do whatever she wanted. He would be whatever she wanted. Hell, he would even stab himself in the heart if she asked.

Stepping back a foot, he pressed his hands to the back of his head and stretched his elbows out to the sides. He watched as she put on her bra then the panties he’d picked out just for her. Another deep groan rose in his throat as she tugged on the tights, slowly smoothing each inch of material, gliding it over her porcelain skin and slipping into a pretty dress. She looked amazing in such a simple outfit.

Just as he was about to leave and give himself a better entrance, she paused and began to wipe at her face. Then she bent down, rested her hands on her knees as if she might collapse. Her face suddenly turned ghost white and she softly asked, “Who’s there?”

Right as she stepped forward, her hand brushed through the air. No time to waste anymore, no more games because he was terrifying her. She could obviously sense something all around her.

Before he scared her even more, he did something that was totally unthinkable in his race. He appeared right in front of her.

Clasping her hands over her mouth, she sucked in a breath and landed right in his arms.

“Now you did it, Nick. Now you fuckin’ did it,” he snapped. What the hell was he thinking, this wasn’t even an option earlier.

Carrying her to the bed, he laid her against the pillow, sat next to her and repeated her name. “Annie, wake up, Annie, please.” He continued to brush her beautiful long red hair away from her face.

Right as she opened her eyes, he knew she would beat feet, charge out of the room like a bull.

“You weren’t there before.” Her eyes were half-mast, her voice like heaven to his ears.

“Yes, I was there the whole time.” Her voice is so fragile.

“Wow, Nicholie, most men would have at least denied a little.”

“Why would I do that?” He tried to smile gently at her. Why isn’t she freaking out?

“You saw me naked, you watched me get dressed. We have no secrets. What now?” she cooed. “And how come I didn’t see you there?” He watched as she held her head.

“I’ve seen you naked before,” Nicky added on accident.

“You have?” Nicky nodded his head and gazed down at her.

When he first entered the room, he had all sorts of things to say to her, now however, he had none.

“That’s not what I’m asking, how long were you there? she demanded.

“For a long time, Annie. Does that bother you?”

Reaching up, she stroked his cheek sending shivers down his body and leaving goose bumps in their wake. “What are you doing?” He smiled.

“Checking to see if you’re real, because I know you weren’t there before.” Moving down his face, she went to his arm and then pinched his skin while pulling the hair on his wrist.

“Ouch—I really don’t think I deserved that.”

“No, you deserve a whole lot more.” She crinkled her brow, and paused staring right into his eyes, then pinched him again.

“That’s not funny, Annie, that shit hurts.” He laughed.

“That’s okay.”

“Oh really?”

“Really.” He watched as the simple motion of her tucking her hair behind her ear fascinated him. Being this obsessive over a female was completely unnatural for him. He told his father he was crazy and didn’t understand the love he had for his mother. Now he did. Now he completely understood why they looked at each other or talked to each other the way they did, but most of all, loved each other the way they did. It was something no one could explain. He knew this now.

But he knew the questions were coming, had to be coming. Whether he wanted to explain things to her first, or if she already had some idea, he didn’t know, but knew she’d want answers soon.

“Something is off about you, Nicky. Something huge.” Her eyes widened as their bodies got closer.

“You sure you want to know what the something is?”

You can find Mindi at her website and you can buy a copy of Midnight Assassins here.

Road to Recovery Excerpt

“Can I cut in?”

She jerked her head in his direction and shot him a dirty look. Kyle’s pulse raced as he glanced over her body. She wore a short skirt and halter-top. Her clothes flattered all the right places on her. She’d finished the look off with some sexy heels.


The other man’s hands slid to her hips, pulling her closer. Kyle couldn’t miss the surprised expression that appeared on her face. Or how he wanted to rip the man’s hands from her hips at that moment.

“I believe it’s her choice who she dances with.”

“Listen, you had your chance before I asked her,” Dave barked back.

“Hello, I’m right here and can speak for myself. I’m not some toy.”

The other guy walked off in a huff, spitting something about jealous boyfriends. Kyle pulled her close. She flattened her palms against his chest. The heat from her hands seared him, as if there wasn’t a shirt as a barrier between her touch and his bare flesh.

“I never said I wanted to dance with you.”

“Too bad. You’re going to.”

“The hell I will.” She took her hands off him and turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

Kyle placed her arms around his neck and molded her body to his. Like a switch, the arousal he’d seen in her eyes earlier flared to life. A sensual voice echoed around them as it blared from the speakers. She took a ragged breath before she moved with him.

She rolled her hips into him, and he pulled her closer, allowing no space between them.

His right hand trailed a slow path down her arm; goose bumps rose on her satiny skin. Kyle looked at Erin as his hand trailed down to her hips, her gaze on his mouth. He could tell what had happened earlier had affected her as much as it had him. He planned to kiss her before the night ended, but for now, he’d enjoy having her in his arms, keeping her wondering when it would happen.

She drew her focus to his eyes. “You’re arrogant.”

“Yes, and now we have that out of the way, let’s move on, because it’s not going to change.”He bent closer to her and inhaled the cinnamon-orange scent that was only her. Je tu vous embrasserai, donc à fond que vous oublierez votre nom, votre sucre.”

“Stop, doing that! I haven’t a clue what you said.”

He moved closer to where only she could hear him. “I said I’m going to kiss you, so thoroughly you’ll forget your name, Sugar.” Kyle moved back and watched her cheeks flush pink as she contemplated what he’d said.

Road to Recovery can be purchased at Pink Petal Books,Barnes & Noble and Kindle.

Six Sentence Sunday 7-3-11

This week’s snippet comes from a new work in progress. We come in where Alex finds Tasha after she left to find evidence on her own, and they’re on the way back to his house.

“I’m not going to lie in your arms like everything is fine, damn it. You’re not going to treat me like one of your principles, Alex. I don’t need your help. I can do this on my own.”

Alex cussed under his breath, and pulled the truck to the side of the road. Outside, they’d passed all the snow and were on dry land again. He turned in his seat and nudged her chin up, so she was forced to look at him.

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Sexy Saturday!

So it’s time for another Sexy Saturday. This week I’m going to be talking about dancing. Come on, let’s face it, dancing can be so freaking sexy. If the two have a great chemistry on the dance floor, they can keep the attention of everyone around them, and have them wanting more. I just wrote a really hot dance scene in my new work in progress.

Yes, I’m a big sucker for the reality dance shows because, well, some on there have such great chemistry, you wish you were there dancing. I’m sure we’ve all had a dance or two that left us breathless, and I’m not talking about from the dance, but from the sexual tension…from the way the man commands the woman’s body during their dance. Let’s face it, someone has to lead and most of the time it’s the man.

That’s just sexy, I don’t care who you are and how in control you are as a woman. Almost every woman loves when a man takes command, and during a dance, it can be super hot. I found three videos on YouTube that show some great sexual tension, and the man leading.

So, tell me, have you ever had some hawt dances like in these videos?