Sunday, October 30, 2005

Book Description
Stolen Pleasures – Reader’s Choice winner! – An infamous pirate discovers his greatest adventure when he steals the wife he didn’t know he had.

Lucien’s Gamble – A notorious libertine risks everything for a woman well above his station.

Her Mad Grace – Stranded in a dark, decrepit mansion, an irresponsible earl finds changing his ways to win a unique woman might not be such a crazy notion.

BAD BOYS AHOY!
Kensington Brava
ISBN: 0-7582-1251-8
(back cover copy)





2004 Lori Foster/ Kensington Brava Contest
Reader's Choice Winner


"I read the excerpt and it's amazing! Such great tension and a perfect set-up! Well done!"
-author Alison Kent

"I was very impressed with your Brava excerpt. Your voice is very lush and evocative."
-author Saskia Walker

"It's fabulous! A wonderful love story about two people who are more alike than they realize. In other words, they're made for each other."
-author Jordan Summers


Pre-orders are very important for authors, especially new authors like myself. Readers, however, seem rather resistant to pre-order, so I've come up with a thank you for those of you who do order the book now. Forward me the confirmation email from the bookseller of your choice, and I'll send you a BAD BOYS AHOY! laminated bookmark and autographed bookplate with my gratitude. You'll also be entered in a special drawing for a BBA book cover tote bag and stein. (Drawing will be done Jan. 25th)

»February Book Club Feature
Bad Boys Ahoy! is the Feb. Feature at the Romance Book Club



Stolen Pleasures
Chapter One
British West Indies, February 1813

He’d stolen a bride.

Sebastian Blake gripped his knife with white-knuckled force and kept his face impassive. If the beauty in front of him were to be believed he’d stolen his own bride.

He watched as her chin lifted with defiance and her dark eyes met his without fear. She was tall and slender, with blond curls tumbling down from a once-stylish arrangement. Her lovely watered-silk dress was torn at the shoulder, revealing a tempting display of creamy breast. A sooty handprint marred her flesh, and unable to help himself, Sebastian reached out and rubbed the offending mark away with gentle strokes of his thumb. She stiffened, and lifted her bound hands to knock his away. He met her gaze and held it.

“Tell me your name again,” he murmured, his hand tingling just from that simple contact with her satin skin.

She licked her bottom lip, and Sebastian’s blood heated further. “My name is Olivia Merrick, Countess of Merrick. My husband is Sebastian Blake, Earl of Merrick and future Marquess of Dunsmore.”

He lifted her hands and stared at her ring finger, noting his crest etched in the simple gold band she wore.

He scrubbed a hand over his face and turned away, striding to the nearest open window for a deep breath of salt-tinged air. Staring out at the water, he espied the debris from her ship bobbing in the waves. “Where is your husband, Lady Merrick?” he asked, keeping his back to her.

Hope tinged her voice. “He awaits me in London.”


“I see.” But he didn’t, not at all. “How long have you been married, my lady?”

“I fail to see-”

“How long?” he barked.

“Nearly two weeks.”

His chest expanded on a deep breath. “I remind you that we are in the West Indies, Lady Merrick. It is impossible that you were married only a fortnight ago. Your husband would not be able to await you in England if that were true.”

She was silent behind him, and finally he turned to face her again. It was a mistake to have done so. Her beauty hit him with the force of a fist in his gut.

“Would you care to explain?” he prodded, relieved he sounded so unaffected.

For the first time, her bravado left her, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “We were married by proxy,” she confessed. “But I assure you, he will pay whatever ransom you desire despite the unusual circumstances of our marriage.”

Sebastian moved toward her. His callused fingers caressed the elegant curve of her cheekbone and entwined in her hair. Her breath caught and her lips parted in response to his gentle touch. “I’m certain he would pay a king’s ransom for beauty such as yours.”

Through the smoky smell that clung to her, he could detect the arousing scent of soft woman, warm and luxurious. He reached for the blade strapped to his thigh and withdrew it.

She flinched away.

“Easy,” he soothed. Sebastian held out his hand and waited patiently for her to step forward again. When she did, he sliced through the rope that tied her hands together, and sheathed his knife. He rubbed the marks on her delicate wrists.

“You are a pirate,” she murmured.

“Yes.”

“You have taken my father’s ship and all of its cargo.”

“I have.”

Her head tilted backward on the slender neck, and she gazed up at him with melting chocolate eyes. “Why, then, are you being so kind to me, if you intend to rape me?”

He caught her fingers and placed them on his signet ring. “Most people would say a man cannot rape his own wife.”

She glanced down and gasped at the heavy crest that mirrored the one on her own band. Her eyes flew up to his. “Where did you get this? You can’t possibly...”

He smiled. “According to you, I am.”
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Sasha White!
www.sashawhite.net
You will see her with Berkley and with Kensington in your bookstores in the near future! Here is a taste of her voice!

GYPSY HEART

By Sasha White

Liquid Silver Books.



Sale Link: http://www.liquidsilverbooks.com/books/gypsyheart.htm







Excerpt:



They said their good byes to everyone, and Gage steered her toward the vehicles parked nearby. When he stopped next to a yellow Dodge Dakota, Sable laughed out loud.

“What?”

“You just happen to have the truck of my dreams.” She threw a wink at him. “Think it means anything?”

He opened the door for her and waited while she climbed in, his lips tilted in a small smile, but not saying a word. While he walked around to his side she saw Miranda climb into Jake’s Jeep and felt relieved her friend didn’t have to walk home alone in the deepening twilight.

Gage opened the driver’s door, tossed his bag behind the seat and climbed in. She breathed deeply as his scent filled the small confines of the truck cab, and lust unfurled in her belly.

An image of him standing naked, still dripping from a shower, burst into her mind. She licked her lips and pressed her thighs together at the thought of licking those water droplets off him.

The truck engine turned over, and with a start Sable realized Gage was looking at her expectantly.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hi there,” he responded after a moment of silence. “I need your address.”

Ugh! Feeling like an idiot, she gave him directions to her apartment. Before she could get too distracted by the sight of his bare, muscular thighs so close to her own, she asked the question foremost in her mind.

“So, where did you disappear to last night?”

“It was late when Jake and I finished our game, so I thought it best just to go home.”

“And you invited him to play ball with you guys tonight?” He’d made plans with Jake instead of her?

His hands fidgeted on the steering wheel, the muscles in his forearms jumped, and so did her pulse rate. She’d never found a man's forearms sexy before.

“Yeah. Our talk turned to ball, and he mentioned he used to play so I invited him along. Are you and he very close?”

“Me and Jake?” she squawked.

Gage laughed at her surprise. “Yes, you and Jake.”

“Not really, no. I mean we work together almost every night, and we get along good. But we’ve never really talked. We’ve never had the need to.”

“What do you mean ‘the need to’?”

“Well, he runs the kitchen, and I handle the bar. We each do our thing, and everything goes smoothly. Why?” Was he jealous? Did he really think she would hit on him if she had something going with Jake?

“No reason, really.” He shrugged. “He just seemed pretty protective of you last night, so I wondered. Here we are.” He slowed the truck to a stop and put the parking brake on.

Sable’s brain was still stuck on needs. All the naughty needs that had started to build inside her the moment he’d stepped into the pub.The need to taste him, to feel him. To have his hands cup her breasts, his fingers pinch her nipples, his tongue in her mouth, his cock buried deep inside her.

“Would you like to come in?”she asked, her voice husky.

He grimaced, as if in pain, when he answered her. “I better not.”

“I’ll feed you.” When she saw him hesitate, she continued to tempt him. “I make a mean chicken stir fry. As long as you like it hot and spicy.”

Heat flashed in his eyes at that, and Sable felt a shiver run down her spine.

“Hot is definitely a favorite of mine, but I have to say no thanks.” He studied her intently for a beat and then continued. “Look, Sable, you’re a beautiful and intriguing woman, but I’m at a place in my life right now where I want more than a casual relationship. And I get the feeling that’s all you’re looking for. So . . . I think it’s best if we just leave things the way they are.”

Just her luck. She finally decided she wanted to have hot fling, and the guy she wanted to do it with is looking for a relationship.

She’d consider a relationship, if she didn’t suck at them. But she could barely handle a relationship with her family and they had to love her.

She looked into the depths of his eyes. His desire was clear. His words might have told her he didn’t want her, but his eyes told her he was lying, and she felt the rightness of them in her gut.

Determined not to let him go without something to think about, she reached a hand up to cup his cheek and softly pressed her lips against his.

She’d meant it to be a quick kiss, a tease, but the instant their lips touched, hunger swamped her. She ran her tongue across his full bottom lip, seeking entrance. His lips parted and his tongue darted out to duel with hers. Sliding her fingers into his hair, she pulled him closer and deepened the kiss. Her heart thumped against her chest, her breathing became ragged and all thoughts fled as they tasted each other for the first time.

Needing air, she pulled back a bit, nibbled at his lips and kissed the corner of his mouth before sealing her lips over his fully once more. When his hand cupped the back of her head, she tightened her grip on his hair and pulled her mouth away. My God, she was practically on top of him!

Resting her forehead against his, their panting breaths mingled in the small space between them. She looked into his eyes and felt her chest tighten with a foreign emotion.

“If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” Not bothering to keep her disappointment from showing, she pulled away completely and exited the truck before she said something she’d really regret.

Something like “Take a chance on me.”

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HEALER excerpt
Unedited version
Underground Guardians BOOK 2
www.lisareneejones.com


Suddenly Diego was there hands flattening on her stomach. Hips pressing
into her backside. She felt the warmth of his breath on her neck and then
her ear. Emotion and sensation erupted. The warmth. The sizzle. The
complete way he pulled her to him with so little effort. He simply took her
by storm.

“I know this is confusing,” he murmured. “I wish I could make it easier.”

She leaned back into him, and her arm went up, around his neck. No matter
how she wanted to resist, and question his motives, she couldn’t. Not when
he was touching her. Mate or not, she wanted him in a way no other man had
ever evoked.

“Stop acting like you own me,” Marcella whispered, but even as she issued
the command, she turned to him.

Their lips met and there was no gentleness on either part. She was burning
with not only need, but also emotion, combustible in its urgency to escape.
His tongue slid against hers with a deep thrust, primal and possessive. He
was claiming her without words. And damn it, she answered without
hesitation, feeling wilder than she had before. She pressed her body into
his, reveled at he feel of his hands sliding over her skin. Touching her
legs, her hips, her back, and then finally, yes…her breasts. And she wanted
them to stay there. Marcella’s hands went to his hands, urging him to touch
her.

He kneaded the sensitive mounds as she arched into his palms. But it wasn’t
enough. She reached for her shirt, and he helped her tug it over her head.
With no bra on, she was ripe for his viewing in a matter of moments. He
stood there, staring down at her, his eyes as hot as his touch. Her nipples
tightened with painful bliss as his eyes ravished her. And when his fingers
touched them, she moaned with the relief and need it created.

“Harder,” she demanded, hardly recognizing her voice or the boldness she
simply couldn’t hold back.

He pinched them, and the jolt of ache and it shot to her core. The slick
wetness of arousal clung to her pants. “Enough?” he asked, his voice hoarse
with a sensual hum.

“No,” she said, her hands on his wrists, as she tried to stabilize herself.
“More.”

He tugged at her peaks and twisted slightly. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”
But it was so good she thought she would fall. He reacted to her unspoken
need, and lifted her, his hands cupping her ass. She wrapped her legs
around his body, grateful for the steadiness of the bed as he sat her on
the edge. He reached for her pants and tugged them down her legs. She wore
no panties and was glad. Parting her legs, she minute she was free, she
invited him into the V of her body. And he was there, hands exploring, and
mouth on her neck, and shoulder, and God yes, her nipple. Teeth
scraping….lips playing.

But as he started to slide farther downward, she had a sudden burst of
realization. He was taking her control again and she was letting him. What
power might she have over him? Perhaps, she needed to find out just what
could be done to even the playing field. His fingers slid along the slick
folds of her aroused core and she bit back a sound. If she didn’t act now,
she’d be lost.

Her hands tightened on his head, and he looked up at her. A primal look
danced in his eyes, raw and seductive. He was male perfection. She took a
deep breath. The thought of taking charge of such a powerful beast - and at
the moment that was what he reminded her of – was becoming highly erotic.

“Stand up,” she said, firm with her tone.

His eyes narrowed. “I’m not through yet.”

Her brow lifted. “Yes you are. Stand up.”


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