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A SEAL’s Kiss: Let’s Party!

It’s Happy Dancing Time!!!  

Sven, bring in the dancing boys, please!  Cue the music.  Load the confetti in those balloons and let them fly.  

I’m so excited about this release.  Now, granted, I tend to be excited about all of my releases to one degree or another.  But this story is a special one to me because the heroine was so fun to write, and she’s one I put a lot of myself into.  Her friends call her a free spirit, but everyone knows they mean she’s a flake.  Now, granted, few people have called me a flake (to my face) but Sage’s interests and her pursuit to find her calling, her quest for bliss, that I can relate to. 

Its not that I didn’t know what I wanted to do when I grew up. As my stepmother likes to share, at a young ageM14 reading I informed everyone that I would grow up to be a mom, a gypsy and a writer.  And I pretty well stuck with these goals through my childhood.  But by seventeen, I realized that there weren’t a lot of Irish/German gypsys roaming around, that I’d have to get a college degree in English to be a ‘real writer’.  And being a mom?  My parents were pretty adamant that that goal remain on hold for a while.  

Eventually, I found a way to make it all work, in my own fashion.  The mom part was easy, and hands down the most amazing, joyful, blessed thing I’ve ever done.  And yes, I waited long enough that my parents were comfy being grandparents LOL.

I wasn’t actually a gypsy, but I did spend 10 years as a professional tarot reader and Reiki practitioner, roaming from new age store to psychic fair peddling my trade.  And I have not one, but two crystal balls now.  

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After the birth of my second daughter I was struggling to figure out what I wanted to do that’d meet all my requirements (the main one being to work from home since we were already home schooling and home is kinda the key word there). My husband asked me what I’d do if I could do anything in the world-no holds bard, my dream job.  Without thinking, I said romance author. I then immediately began piling on excuses for why I couldn’t… but he didn’t listen.  Being the pushy type, he told me to go forth and write, dammit.  

And so I went forth, I wrote.  And I found my bliss.  

Needless to say, it takes Sage in A SEAL’s Kiss a teensy bit longer.  But her hero is just as instrumental in her finding hers as mine was in my finding mine (and how’s that for a convoluted sentence?!)

Here’s a peek at A SEAL’s Kiss:

“You don’t think I’m a flake?”

     “I think the term that fits you best is free spirit.”

     “I likethat image,” she decided.  “It makes me sound like I should be running around outdoors, naked.”

     “I like that image,” he decided with the husky laugh she’d happily come to recognize as his horny alert. 

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     Mmm, decisions, decisions.

     The temptation to go the naked route was overwhelming.

     But she’d come this far. And while she might be a free spirit, she wasn’t a chicken.  So she resisted the urge to pull her dress over her head.

     “Actually, I meant my blog.  You know, the posts I write. The causes I try to bring attention to.  Do you think it’s a waste of time?”

     “You’ve found homes for how many dogs?” he asked, tugging her off the path and over to the little gazebo at the base of the hill. 

     “Thirty or so,” she said.  She pulled her hand free so she had both free to wave over her head.  As if it were a vague number that didn’t matter instead of thirty-two beautiful, loyal animals who now had safe, loving homes. 

     “How much did you raise for that water project in Africa last year?”

     “You knew about that?”  She wished the moon was brighter so she could see his face.  Instead, it was shrouded in shadows, so all she could go on were his words. And those were surprising the hell out of her. 

     “You blogged about it, didn’t you?”

     “You really do read my blog?” Now she was grateful for the lack of light, since there was nothing attractive about her jaw hanging open.

     “Of course I read it.  I’ve donated, too.  Not always, but whenever I can.  I’ve been known to nag guys to donate sometimes, too,” he admitted, laughing quietly as he held out his hand to lead her up the steps of the gazebo. 

     “You got your big bad Navy pals to donate to my causes?” she asked, delighted. 

     “Hey, some guys push their daughter or nieces’ Girl Scout cookies.  I push charitable causes.”  His shrug was uncomfortable, like he wanted to brush off the conversation as fast as possible.  “Look, it’s no big deal.”

     “It is to me,” she admitted, lifting first one of his hands, then the other, to her mouth and brushing a kiss over his knuckles.  “It means everything to me.”

     “You’re kidding, right?”4 Sexy SEALs

     Sage blinked hard, not sure where the tears had come from or why, but knowing they were the bittersweet happy kind that she couldn’t run from.  

     After all, they were falling in love tears. 

And here’s my Party Challenge:  Finish this sentence for a chance to win!  I’ll award three commenters a copy of any of my previous SEAL releases (winners choice):

A SEAL’s Kiss is… ?  

Launch Party: Second-Chance Seduction by Kate Carlisle

second-chance-seduction-150Brace yourselves, ladies! With the release of SECOND-CHANCE SEDUCTION, I’ve launched a new series with Harlequin Desire featuring the McLaren brothers of the highlands of Northern California. To honor their heritage, we’re throwing a Scottish-themed launch party today. The Lair is decked out in tartan, the tables are overloaded with legs o’ lamb (plus haggis for the Bravehearts in the bunch), and the cabana boys are dressed in kilts!

What happens under the kilt won't necessarily stay put!Our young, kilted laddies are willing to play a few Scottish games with ye, if ye’ve a mind to… wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

The MacLaren brothers are taking California by storm with their brewing empire, and pity the women who get in their way. Aye, these men have talented tongues, an’ make no mistake. Raise a pint for a traditional toast. (Never mind if you don’t drink. This is fictional beer.)

If there is righteousness in the heart, there will be beauty in the character.
If there is beauty in the character, there will be harmony in the home.
If there is harmony in the home, there will be order in the nation.
If there is order in the nation, there will be peace in the world.
So let it be!

Pint of dark beerAnd now, a bit about SECOND-CHANCE SEDUCTION

Connor MacLaren never forgave Maggie Jameson for leaving him. Ten years later, his former sweetheart’s back in their California town, desperate for the Scottish businessman’s help. And he knows just how to get her out of his system once and for all…

Agreeing to temporarily pose as Connor’s girlfriend is déjà vu. After only a few minutes alone with the rugged Highlander, Maggie’s breathless with desire. Of course, this was Connor’s intention…until his plan backfires, leaving them both wanting much more.

Now, lassies, let’s give ourselves not-so-authentic Scots nicknames. Here’s how it works… Take your first name and give it an “-ie” ending. Then add “Mac” to your most notable physical feature, the street where you grew up, or a word related to your job. Today, I shall be Katie MacDeadline!

Post your Scots nickname in the comments below, and I’ll select one of ye at random to receive an autographed copy of SECOND-CHANCE SEDUCTION.

A FEARLESS Launch Party!!

Wooot!! It’s party time.  The only thing I love more than a launch party in the Lair is the wonderful people in the Lair.  

And no, I’m sorry, Sven, I don’t mean you.  I mean my Amazing Banditas, and the Always Awesome Bandtita Buddies!  To kick us off, shall we cue the music?  

So… with a little help from my friends, lets get this celebration rocking :-) 

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Drinks, anyone?  Some shortbread to dip in the chocolate fountain? 

Here’s a little peek at this friendship…FEARLESS, my Cosmo Red Hot Read, launches officially on 9/17 (although its up for preorder now, if you’re so inclined). There is so much that I loved in this book.  The heroine’s makeover was fabulous to write.  The shoes are gorgeous. And the sex… well, thats nothing to sneeze at (hey, no feathers are involved, so no sneezing, right?  Although there is a blindfold).  But one of the things that excites me the most about this story is the friendships it features.  Four girls who’ve been tight since college, who meet at least once a month for drinks, dishing up news and offering each other not only a shoulder, but a good solid push when one or the other needs it to make her dreams come true.  

RWA Conference 2008 - San Francisco“Gia?  What’re you craving?” Jessa prodded from where she lounged on the couch, her head back on the pillow to better enjoy the moisturizing benefits of her facial mask.

     Slicking another coat of midnight crimson polish over her nails, Gia absently finished her thought aloud,  “A wild sexual adventure that includes chocolate, feathers and three dozen orgasms?”

     The room went silent.  Even the iPod, playing Rihanna in the background, seemed to quiet. 

     Oh shit.  Had she said that aloud?

Gia looked up to find three sets of eyes locked on her in varying states of shock and amusement.  She winced, then carefully pushed her martini glass away. 

“Oh, this is juicy.  Tell us more,” Jessa prompted, clapping her hands in excitement.    

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Right.  Except she wasn’t the juicy type like they were. She was the practical, keeping it real type.  Which probably accounted for their surprise. 

     “That was just the vodka talking,” she dismissed with a wave of her hand.  “So, are you guys hungry?  I’ve got nacho fixings.  Or better yet, how about cookies?”

     “No way,” Caryn protested, waving her own glass in denial.  She had her feet propped on the coffee table while Sara painted delicate roses on her toenails.  “You can’t offer up something that juicy, then try to change the subject.”

     “Nope.  That’s the sort of thing that needs explained.  In great, graphic detail.  Drawings might help, too.”  From her spot on the floor, Sara wiggled her brows.  Her black hair was pulled up in a messy ponytail to keep it out of any polish mishaps. 

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    Gia debated.  She could gloss over it on her way to make those nachos.  She could downplay it into a joke.  Or she could fess up.  The first two were easier.  And definitely the type of thing she’d always done the few times she’d found herself in the spotlight before.  Like anyone who craved center stage, then discovered they were sick with stage fright, she’d always ducked back into obscurity.

     But she was so tired of average. 

     And the only way to get over average was to enlist the power of her friends. 

You can read the entire first chapter here….

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That’s what good friends do, isn’t it. Help each other make things happen.  I’m so lucky to have friends like this in my own life – many of them right here in the Lair.  These are not only great gals to drink with (and drink we do!), to party with (and party we do), but they’re here to push and encourage my dreams, to encourage me to push beyond what I thought I could do, and to celebrate when I do it.  And, hopefully, I’m here giving the exact same thing right back.  

I hope you’ll join me as I FEARLESSLY Tour the web, sharing the news about my Cosmo Red Hot Read.  You can check out my blog tour deets here.  And if you’d like your very own copy of the Girlz Guide (chockful of Words of Wisdom, excerpts, recipes and fun) you can download your own PDF on my website.  

And since I know we all have girlfriends we adore (yes, we probably have boyfriends, too, but today’s all about the Girlz) I’d love to hear your favorite Girlfriend Story.  Who’s got your back?  I’ll choose one lucky commenter to win a FEARLESS Basket of wonderfulness.  

Launch Party: A Cookbook Conspiracy by Kate Carlisle

Par-tay!

A COOKBOOK CONSPIRACY is available today, and to celebrate, we’re having a big ol’ party in the Lair! A COOKBOOK CONSPIRACY is my latest Bibliophile Mystery. Publishers Weekly calls it “well plotted” and says “Carlisle keeps the suspense high as Brooklyn sleuths her way through a host of chefs and other suspects to a satisfying resolution.”

SvenPardon me while I happy-sigh. I love a good review quote! Today, I’m giving away an advanced review copy of A COOKBOOK CONSPIRACY. Check back at the end of the day to see if you won!

In A COOKBOOK CONSPIRACY, Brooklyn Wainwright is asked to restore a one-of-a-kind leather-bound cookbook and journal from the Revolutionary War days, and she discovers secret spy codes written in the margins. So… in honor of spycraft during the Revolutionary War, the cabana boys are wearing invisible clothes as they whip up a batch of my Deadly Delicious Dark Chocolate Fudge. You know every party ends up in the kitchen, anyway. Save room for dessert!

Kate Carlisle’s Deadly Delicious Dark Chocolate Fudge

2 10-oz bags dark chocolate chips

1 14-oz can sweetened condensed milk

1 T instant coffee powder

½ t cayenne powder

2 t chocolate liqueur or vanilla extract

Sea salt for sprinkling

This is so easy, Brooklyn Wainwright could make it!

Line an 8-inch square pan with waxed paper and set aside. Put the dark chocolate chips, condensed milk, instant coffee, and cayenne in a heavy saucepan over very low heat. Stir constantly until chocolate is melted. Watch it closely so it doesn’t burn. You might need to remove the pan from the heat from time to time. As soon as the chocolate is melted, remove the pan from the heat and stir in the liqueur or the extract.

Spread the fudge into the prepared pan and sprinkle with sea salt. Refrigerate for two hours or more. Cut into one-inch squares.

Calories: Trust me, you don’t want to know.

To enter for a chance to win an ARC of A COOKBOOK CONSPIRACY, share a recipe for your favorite summer drink (alcoholic or non-alcoholic)! Sven is having a Skip and Go Naked, of course – and yes, that’s a real drink!

Relaunching His Secret Agenda

Bewitching and HSAIt’s an impromptu launch party in the lair! I’m so excited and honored that Harlequin is reissuing my Oct 2009 release, HIS SECRET AGENDA as the bonus book with Carla Neggers’s BEWITCHING, which comes out next Tuesday. Carla is such a fabulous author and I know she’s a favorite around the lair :-)

HIS SECRET AGENDA was my third book – it’s also the third book in my Serenity Springs series. Here’s the original back cover blurb:

Dean Garret is about to break the number one rule of undercover work. And it’s all because his new “boss” is as pretty as a professional cheerleader and has a do-gooder’s heart. Who can resist that combination? Still, Dean suspects Allison Martin is hiding something behind her dazzling smile. That something being the runaway mother and son he’s been hired to find.

To get the job done, he needs to gain Allie’s trust. Only, the lawyer-turned-bar-owner isn’t cooperating. But she can’t remain immune to his good ol’ boy charm and sexy drawl forever. Because Dean never fails. And he’ll do anything to solve a case. Even if it means he has to break all the rules.

That part about Allie being as pretty as a professional cheerleader still makes me smile!

3HSA NAI hadn’t really planned on throwing a party in the lair (there’s a lot going on at my house right now and believe me, things are crazy *g*) but  then I realized that maybe a party is just what I need *g* The only problem with hosting or attending a last-minute-get-together? What to serve/bring!

Tell me, what’s your Go To recipe? The one thing you make/bring/buy/serve when you’re short on time but still want to serve a winner? And, just for fun, which cover do you prefer?

Winner: SHE’S HAVING THE BOSS’S BABY

Congratulations to Kim (a different one), chosen at random as the winner of an autographed copy of SHE’S HAVING THE BOSS’S BABY! Kim, please email your address to me at kate (at) katecarlisle (dot) com. Woo hoo!!!!

 

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A Launch Party with a Little Something Extra for Midnight Special

 Wooohooooo, baby! It’s party time.

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 I am so ready to celebrate.  Sven is bringing around the glittery hats, many with rhinestones and most sporting sweet feathers (that peacock feathered fancy hat is Donna’s of course).  The Cabana boys are bringing around margaritas, chocolate truffles and, of course, champagne.  Oh, and don’t forget a tootie horn! I’m all about tootie horns today!  Why? Because it’s party time!  

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My latest book, Midnight Special, is out!! YAY and whoohoo.  And this one has a fun bonus, as it’s a 2-in-1 with Coming on Strong, a reissue of a reader favorite (which makes me giggle -I have readers who have favorites?  OMG).  So, really, this is a launch party.  But I had some news this week that I’d love to celebrate with you.  A little extra partying, if you will…

My last Blaze, A SEAL’s Surrender, hit the USA TODAY Bestseller list!!!  AHHHHHHHHH.  Did you hear any random screams, quickly followed by sobs of shocked joy last Thursday? That’d have been me!  This has been such a wild ride with this book, and it’s companion, A SEAL’s Seduction.  

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I love these stories so much, especially as they are the ones that my husband has had the most input on (he tends to be my plotting partner and sounding board on anything military, since he’s a vet and still involved in a lot of that kind of thing).  But also because they were just fun, great characters to spend time with, ones that I really felt for and connected tightly to as I wrote them. To see their success… it’s amazing. And yes, I know its weird, but I’ve come to think of them as their own entities, not figments of my imagination *g* Life is easier that way.  Raise them up, give them the best you’ve got, give a kiss and send them out into the world while holding ones breath and hoping for the best.  Thats how books are :-D  So to see them do so well, it’s like I just watched one of my kids become a rock star.  Without the crazy lifestyle and tour bus, of course.  

USA TODAYSo woohoooo, it’s party time in the Lair!!!  Please, champagne all around.  Strawberries and chocolate, and jelly beans, too.   

But really, the USA Today celebration is the sugar on top.  The frosting, if you will *g*  Today we’re really celebrating the fun yumminess that is the release of Midnight Special! And I’m really looking forward to it because I get to share Hunter’s story!!!  Yep – it’s all about my hottie FBI hero from (the aptly named by our very own Christine, she’s so clever!) Sex and Lies Undercover Ops books.  I’m so excited about this story.

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I love Hunter, and have loved him since the first Undercover Ops/Sex and Lies book was out in 2011.  I was so thrilled to give him his own story!  He’s hot, he’s FBI and he’s a guy who is all about making things happen… his way.  And that’s sexy.  Bring in a very nosy, very ambitious reporter who has no scruples about hiding her identity to get a big story, put them together in a cozy train berth crossing the United States and… dum da dum… It’s Midnight Special!

You can check out a peek at the first chapter here.  And for members of my Red Hot Readers Club, not only can they read the entire Prologue and First Chapter, th

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ey can also read an Exclusive Cut Epilogue!  You are a Red Hot Reader, aren’t you?  It’s free, it’s fun, and it gets you in to read this excerpt.  Hey, good stuff! :-D

Usually, I’m all about celebrating with chocolate. I adore it, especially with caramel and nuts (hang on, have to wipe the drool off my chin). But for some reason, this last month has been all about the jelly beans. I celebrated breaking the Amazon top 100 with Very Cherry flavored Jelly Bellys, then celebrated the Barnes & Noble and iBooks lists with Sizzling Cinnamon.  And when I hit the USA Today list last week, my adorable brother brought me a big bag of Green Apple as a congrats pressie.  So as a part of the celebration fun, I’m going to offer two signed copies (since its a 2-in-1) of Midnight Special!  To be eligible, all you have to do is let me know: What’s your favorite flavor of jelly beans?  

Talk of the Town Launch Party

Talk of the TownWhoo Hoo! It’s another launch party in the lair! I’m so excited to be celebrating the release of my eleventh book for Harlequin Superromance! Talk of the Town is the first story in my new series, In  Shady Grove. The fictional town of Shady Grove, Pennsylvania is based on my own hometown and I had so much fun coming up with ideas for the series.

Talk of the Town is a reunion story about a professional hockey player and the girl he left behind. Here’s the back cover blurb:

Shady Grove – where everyone knows your secrets

Once, Neil Pettit was the only thing Maddie Montesano wanted. She tried every trick in the book to keep him, but no luck. It took some time – and a lot of holding her head up while the town gossiped – but she’s made a good life for herself and her daughter.

Now, Neil’s back and is trying to be the father he never was. Maddie so doesn’t need this kind of disruption. Not when the crazy attraction she’s spent years ignoring still sizzles between them. The temptation to give in and have Neil again is strong. And when he offers that dream of forever she’d abandoned, well, she might give this town something new to talk about…

I won’t say it was easy writing Neil and Maddie’s story but I’m very happy with how it turned out! Here’s a peek at their first kiss in over twelve years:

She should do something, Maddie thought, frantic. Shove him on his ass or dump her beer in his lap. All viable options, options she should take. Instead she let him pull her, oh, so slowly, toward him. It was shock, she told herself, that had her thoughts fuzzy, her chest tight. Not anticipation. Not hope or excitement. Certainly not fear.

His eyes, hot with want, dropped to her mouth. Her lips parted. Her throat dried. Oh, God. She stiffened but his fingers delved into the hair at the nape of her neck and he held her head. Just like he used to. His hand large and warm, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin on the underside of her jaw. And he was looking at her as if she was the only woman in the entire world, the only one who mattered.

The only one he wanted.

It was a lie, one she’d fooled herself into believing years ago. One she couldn’t afford to believe now.

His face filled her vision, his head blocking the light from the lantern. He became her focus, all she could see was the blue of his eyes, all she could feel was the warmth of his breath on her mouth. He hesitated, his lips a hair’s breadth from hers, and that feeling she’d insisted wasn’t anticipation built until she was afraid she couldn’t take it anymore. That if he didn’t close the distance between them, the unthinkable, the unfathomable, would happen.

She would.

He saved her ego and her pride, let her keep believing the lies she told herself by brushing his mouth against hers. Her breath stuttered out, her heart pounded, the sound echoing in her ears. She froze, her hands clenched in her lap, as his lips settled against hers, warm and firm. He kept the kiss gentle. Sweet. Like their first.

Like their last.

Time to party! Roll out the Gladiators and bring on the Hockey Hunks…er…I mean roll out the party favors and bring on the tasty snacks! What are your favorite party snacks? Do you have a favorite reunion romance story?

Launching A SEAL’s Seduction

Wooot! It’s that time again – I’m so excited to be launching A SEAL’s Seduction. This is my 17th Blaze release, and my 2nd Uniformly Hot. I’m so ready to party and celebrate this book, not just because its out, but because this is one that I really love. And I’ll admit it, the opening scene made me cry. Of course, I well up at puppyfood commercials, too, so that might not mean anything *g *

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As he always does for our launch parties, Sven is setting out goodies. Paolo is in the kitchen mixing up a special drink just for us, too. In honor of a scene from A SEAL’s Seduction, we’re having hot chocolate today! Yes, yes, there is plenty of booze to spike it with. Whipped cream, too. I’m always happier when my hot chocolate is covered in whipped cream. Actually I’m happier when almost anything is covered in whipped cream.

While Paolo serves up the cocoa (what is the difference between hot chocolate and cocoa? Anyone know?) I’d like to share a little scene that inspired our treat. This takes place well into the story, after Blake has rescued Alexia from a terrorists cell in the snow-filled wilds of Alaska.

“Ready for some hot chocolate?” Blake asked, doing what he always did when faced with a problem.  Taking it down one step at a time.

“Sure.”  She glanced at the now-blank screen again, then followed him over to take her seat at the table.  “Can I help?  It seems like you’re always cooking for me.”

That’s because with the exception of the field rations they’d just had, he’d ended up eating a bit of every meal off her naked body.

Don’t go there, he warned himself.  His imagination didn’t listen, though.  As he heated the water to mix with powdered milk, his brain threw out a dozen or so images of how Alexia had looked covered in plum jelly.  Or in cream sauce.  Or in soapy bubbles that slid, slowly and thick, down her bare breast.

“Shit,” he muttered, shaking the burning water off his hand.  Focus, dammit.  He removed the boiling water from the burner, dumped the white powder in and stirred.

“You’re making a mess,” Alexia said, tilted almost sideways in her chair so she could see what he was doing.  “Are you sure I can’t help?”

Blake looked down at the table.  The burner was still sizzling with specks of watery milk.  Powder pooled around the pot like mounds of snow.  He’d stirred so hard that the back of his hand looked like he had white freckles.

hot cocoa“Here,” he said, pushing the pot, spoon and still waiting chocolate powder toward her.  “Have at it.”

Needing to move, wishing for action—any action that didn’t involve Alexia’s naked body—he strode over to the monitors to check the display, then to the tent flap, pulling down the pseudo-curtain and looking out.

It was still white.

Go figure.

“Did you want some?”

Some of her?  Oh yeah.

“No.  Thanks,” he added, trying to soften the bark.  He glanced back to see she’d poured half of the mix into a tin cup.  She held up the pot with the rest in question.

He really needed to get a grip.  This was just an adrenaline-induced loss of control, combined with seeing someone he’d been obsessing over.  No big deal.

Time for phase two of his plan.  Get her to go to sleep.

He crossed the tent, reaching for the pot.  Their fingers brushed.  He wanted more.  He was desperate to touch her again.  Even if it was only her finger tips or her hair.  He still had dreams about that hair.  She’d brushed her hair back into some twisting rope, the red glowing in the soft lamplight.  He remembered the feel of her hair in his hands, trailing down his body.  The silky feel, the sweet scent.

In an instant, he went from solider to man.

Horny, turned on and ready to rock, man.

“How is it?” he asked, his voice a little horse.

“Surprisingly good.”  She sipped again, then arched one brow.  “Are you sure you won’t have some?”

“I’m still full from dinner,” he said.  Desperate for more space than the small tent allowed, he suggested, “But you must be exhausted.  Why don’t you finish your drink, then try to get some rest.”

“I was hoping we could chat.”  Her smile sweetly mischievous, making Blake want to howl and beat on something.  She was supposed to be overwrought.  Not cute, dammit.  He’d never had to fight off all these sexual and emotional needs while he was on duty before.  And couldn’t say he was liking the new experience much.

Poor Blake. And actually, since she’s drinking powdered milk and packaged chocolate mix, poor Alexia, too. No worries, though! Paolo didn’t make your cocoa that way. Nope, his recipe is a little more fun. Yummy, with a hint of spice. Here –check it out…

Alexias Hot Cocoa

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t forget, we have lots of other Lair approved recipes in the Members Den!

And hey - Do you have a favorite cocoa recipe?  Are you a marshmallow or whipped cream aficionado?  And seriously, what is the difference between hot cocoa and hot chocolate? 

It’s Nice & Naughty Time

Can you believe it’s almost December?  And now that Black Friday and the U.S. Thanksgiving have passed, it’s officially the holiday season here!  I mean, sure, some stores were rocking the Rudolph decorations back in October, in the aisle next to the trick or treat candy, but for most of us, this is more a ‘holy cow, where’d the year go’ moment, right?  

So you know what this means, right?  The holiday season… Santa’s checking his list.  He’s lining up names into Naughty or Nice.  He’s mulling those hard to place boys and girls, the ones who are basically nice but have a leeeetle naughty streak that sneaks out now and then.  

Since Santa is busy with his list, he won’t be paying a lot of attention to our party here, right?  So if it’s just a leeeetle naughty to have the Cabana Boys dress up in red velvet shorty shorts with white fur trim to serve the hot toddies and spiked cocoa with extra dollops of spiced whipped cream, I’m sure he won’t notice.  And if Sven is using extra butter and rich chocolate in all of the desserts, that’s not really naughty, is it?  If we’re asking everyone to share naughty secrets, it’s not like we’re trying to make our own list of tips and ideas… um, not really.  

It’s just a fun way to celebrate yet another wild Bandita Launch! Nice & Naughty, my latest Blaze, is out now – and it’s hot!  Here’s the blurb…

Christmas scandal is comin’ to town…

He’d better watch out.
Because she’s not at all shy.
She’s looking for a bad boy
And he’s just the guy!

She’s making a list
Because her life needs some spice
And he’s gonna show her
How being naughty is 
nice…

It’s almost Christmas, and fashion-obsessive librarian Jade Carson is stuck. Stuck with her family, stuck in the town of Diablo Glen and stuck in her lousy life. Thensuper hot bad-boy detective Diego Salvador roars into town, looking for a criminal known as “the panty thief.”And Jade decides—right then and there—that the only panties he’ll be touching are hers….

He’s on her list…and she’s checking him out!

And here’s a peek inside…

Jade tilted her head to one side.  The light caught on the row of tiny gold hoops piercing her ear.  “Word on the street is that you’re here because you’ve got a problem with your boss.” 

     God, he hated small towns. 

     “And you shouldn’t give too much weight to rumors,” he added.  “Small towns might thrive on them, but they’re rarely rooted in fact.”

     “So you weren’t sent here as punishment?” she asked, her tone as friendly as her face was curious.  Whether it was a ploy to garner gossip fuel, or whether she was actually interested, Diego couldn’t tell.

     He’d been about to write her off as a sexy nice girl.  Sweet, but not much of a challenge.  Now he wasn’t so sure of anything but the sexy part.  That bothered him.  His gift for reading people was one of the keys behind his success. 

     “I was sent here for two reasons,” he said slowly, measuring just how much to share with the town pipeline.  He might be having trouble getting a gauge on the pixie, but he knew how to finesse information.  “I’m up for a major promotion.  Solving this case is the last step to ensure I get it.”

     Diego had no problem lying to solve a case, but it was always easier to go with the truth if possible. 

     “And the second reason?”

     It only took two steps for Diego to cross the room.  Standing close enough that the scent of her, light and airy, wrapped around him.  For a second he forgot what he was doing.  Forgot why he was there.  Forgot everything except the sudden discovery of just how appealing sweetness could be.   

     Her lashes fluttered, thick and dark, hiding those expressive eyes.  He watched the pulse quiver in her throat, wanting nothing more than to lean closer and press his lips to the soft flesh.  To feel her heart race beneath his tongue. 

     As if reading his mind, she gulped.  Then, like she was trying to make it look casual, she moved over to the armoire, putting breathing distance between then.

 Dammit.

     “You were telling me the second reason you were sent here,” she reminded him breathlessly.

     To find out how many different sounds she could make while he brought her to orgasm?  Diego gave himself a mental head-slap and tried to shake off the sexual fog.

     “The second reason?  Because I’m good,” he promised.  Her eyes widened, fingers clenching the wicker handles of the laundry basket so hard it made a loud snap.  Grinning, Diego nodded.  “I’m damned good.  I close cases, and I put criminals away.  Whoever did this, their ass is mine.”

And there ya go.  Toss in a little intimidation, and he’d be home by the end of the weekend.  Before he did anything stupid, like give in to the need to find out if the pretty little blonde’s naughty side was reserved for her lingerie. 

     “You promise?” she asked, looking around the mess of her bedroom.  “You’ll find out who did this.  And why?”

     Diego didn’t do promises.  Growing up, he’d had too many broken to ever want to cause someone else that kind of disappointment. 

    He looked around the room.  The deputies who’d been called in on the previous burglaries had dusted for prints and come up bust.  Despite the shift in MO from snatch and run to destruction, there was no reason to think this time’d be any different.  This was either a copycat with grudge against Ms. Carson, a totally unconnected case, or all the other thefts had been smoke.  Which meant the green-eyed pixie was the real target. 

     He’d have to work the case as if all three were fact.  But his gut said it was the latter.  He just had to find enough evidence to pull all the pieces together.  And he would.  Because he that’s what he did. 

But the pretty little blonde was looking at him like he had a superhero cape tucked under his leather bomber jacket.  Diego was a good cop.  A damned good one.  But no one had ever considered him a hero.

     It was weird.  And damned appealing. 

     And probably his downfall, since he couldn’t resist leaning closer and reassuring her. 

 

“Babe, I guarantee it.”  

While Sven passes around the tasty treats and delicious drinks, I have to ask… Will you end up on Santa’s nice list, or his naughty list this year?  Or are you one of those who has enough nice to balance out that naughty, so you’re keeping the jolly big elf confused?  I’ll toss all the responses in a cheery red elf hat and choose three to win a digital download of my novella, Sugar and Spice! 

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