AUTHORS!!! Do you have a new release coming up? Would you like to be featured on Five Question Friday?
Friday, January 25th, 2013 | Book Pimpage, Feature Friday, Five Question Friday, Uncategorized | 17 Comments
I’ve been wanting to feature authors on my blog for a while now, sort of like a pay-it-forward type of deal, plus, I just like other authors and I’m always game for giving someone a little extra promo. If you have a release coming up, that would be awesome…but totally not required.
If you’d like to be featured on my blog, just shoot me an email at lyricj5(at)gmail.com and answer any FIVE of the following questions.
- Who is your favorite character from your book and why?
- Do you have any unique talents or hobbies?
- What can your readers expect from you in the future?
- Is there an Author that you would really like to meet? Why?
- What book are you currently reading and in what format (ebook/paperback/hardcover)?
- What are 3 things you never leave home without (apart from keys, money and phone)?
- Where and when do you prefer to do your writing?
- If you were deserted on an island, who are 3 famous people you would want with you?
- Where is one place in the world that you would really love to visit someday?
- An actor or a book character you have a crush on?
- If your book was made into a TV series or Movie, what actors would you like to see playing your characters?
- Why did you choose to write in your particular field or genre? If you write more than one, how do you balance them?
- What was the hardest part of writing this book?
- What did you enjoy most about writing this book?
- What are some day jobs you have held? Have any of them impacted your writing? If so, share an example.
- For those interested in exploring the subject or theme of your book, where should they start?
- What do you like to read in your free time?
*****Where can your readers stalk you? *****
At the bottom of your questions, add a blurb and excerpt. Email it all to me and attach a 200×300 jpeg of your cover art.
See…it’s that easy!
Hope to hear from you soon.
Peace, love and sex!
Friday, July 20th, 2012 | Book Review Friday, Uncategorized | 2 Comments
I bet you’re really wondering what the heck I’m talking about. This evening I was sitting at home relaxing with the family, checking my email and low and behold, I got a new review! I was super excited because I’d only gotten one review so far for Phoenix Kiss and I was wondering if anyone really even liked the story. I was reviewed by Guilty Pleasure Book Reviews. This is what DiDi had to say…
“I was thoroughly engaged from the beginning! The heroine needing an Epic Story about the reclusive millionaire, breaking into his house and the getting caught! *fans self* Yeat it was a definite smoke alarm in my house! =) Great story + Great sex scenes + plus equally hot characters = Awesome book!!! Definitely a must read for those of you that enjoy Shifter romance, and erotica combined.”
How awesome is that? I had a grin from ear to ear after I read that.
It all went to hell.
And yes, I may be over reacting and my little episode has absolutely nothing to do with writing. It has to do with exercising. I’ve been on an exercise kick since the beginning of July and have been doing really well exercising 5 days a week (Monday – Friday). I usually walk in the early AM after I drop my son off at camp. Well today, I had an inservice to attend so I missed my walk. I wasn’t going to let it deter me though from getting my 3 mile walk in. So, later in the evening after the blazing sun had gone down I went to my usual walking trail which is really beautiful. I’ve even seen a family of deer on my walk. Anyway…it was late, the sun was setting almost dark. I had my two daughters with me, although my oldest is a runner so she wasn’t with us.
Guess what I saw?
A damn snake. TWO of them beeyotches!! Back to back. I had a freaking hissy fit. My 13 year told me I had a kiniption fit. Hey, it’s probably true but it freaked me the hell out, especially since there were TWO of them. I could have sworn those sumbeeyotches were about 50 feet long…
…….but my daughter said they were more like a foot long.
But what the hell does she know? She’s only 13.
So…that’s how I went from Awesome! to Oh Shiznit! in 2.2 seconds. What about you guys? Have you ever gone through a situation like that?
Have a great day!
Peace, love and sex!
Sunday, January 1st, 2012 | Uncategorized | No Comments
I have lots of stories on the horizon for 2012…I hope you’ll join me for a fun and exciting ride!
Peace, love and sex!
Tuesday, January 20th, 2009 | Uncategorized | No Comments
Change has come to America!!!!
“hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord”
“that all are equal, all are free and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.”
Stepping into history, Barack Hussein Obama became America’s first black president. Today certainly is a new day!!!!
Tuesday, November 4th, 2008 | Uncategorized | No Comments
Today the United States of America will make history. We will either elect our first African American President of the United States ~OR~ our first female Vice President of the United States. Either way….today is very important. I don’t care who you vote for…but please…exercise your right to vote!!!
See you at the polls!!!
Friday, October 31st, 2008 | Uncategorized | No Comments
Oh man!!! This is the time of year where it’s anybody’s excuse to indulge on candy! Check out this article I found at the Washington Post. It’s all about your Halloween candy personality.
They have contradictory personalities, hoping to express generosity but also having the passive-aggressive desire to damage the fillings of trick-or-treaters.
Purely deluded people. They don’t get that candy shouldn’t attempt to imitate other food groups, particularly corn.
Generous souls. Those who understand the salty in life, as well as the sweet.
What’s your favorite Halloween candy?
Be happy and be safe!
Tuesday, October 28th, 2008 | Uncategorized | 2 Comments
Several authors….including myself are having a scavenger hunt. There are a lot of great prizes. So, I hope you’ll enter. Here are the rules.
Cobblestone Press Scavenger Hunt Rules:
1. To enter the contest you must download a copy of the form and fill it out. Each author has the Cobblestone Scavenger Hunt graphic located on their website or blog. Once found please enter in the address of the webpage where the grapic is located.
2. Email completed form, along with name, email address, and mailing address to email@example.com
3. Uncompleted forms will not be eligible for prizes
4. Contest ends at midnight on Oct 30, 2008
5. All disputes will be decided by the Author Internet Promotions Director of Cobblestone Press.
6. Cobblestone Press Authors not elible to enter contest.
7.Winners will be drawn at random and notified of which prize they have won within the first two weeks of November.
More may be added!)
Sex Bomb Gift Bag
Celtic Journal & Goodie Gift Bag
2009 Calendar and Pen Set
Cobblestone Goodie Bag & Handmade Book Thong
Reader Appreciation Gift Bag
Vampire Oracle:Wisdom Download & Gift Bag
Going Down Deck of Cards
Download of backlist book & Goodie Gift Bag
Download of first 3 Stormy Weather Books & Gift Bag
Handmade Book Thong & Plush Werewolf
Vampire Oracle:Rebirth Download & $10 Bath and Body Gift Certificate
Crystal Ball and Stand
Portrait of Seduction Ebbok and Crystal Bookmark
Download of The Pleasure in His Bed & Dragon Diary Gift Set
$10 Starbucks Gift Card
Vampire Gift Pack
Download of Vampire Oracle: Sacrifice & Gift Bag
Purple Journal and Pen Set
Almond & Honey Soap, Candle, & Lotion Set
Great Prizes I know!….What could be easier….I mean just download
the form. Visit the authors website and blog, email in the forum, and
you are entered. Everyone likes to win prizes. It’s your turn. You
can’t win without entering….So go do it!
The entry form is in the files section of my yahoo group …. or, you can go here…
Saturday, October 4th, 2008 | Uncategorized | 2 Comments
A professional thief by choice, Robyn keeps her heart under strict lock and key. An orphan human raised by a vampire. Brandon works tirelessly to keep the creatures of the night a secret from the normal world. Things get a little complicated, however, when the one woman he hoped to never see again gets blamed for a crime he knows she didn’t commit.
A thick layer of clouds wafted over the moon, dimming the expanse of the backyard. Robyn Hood sprinted across the freshly cut lawn. The now-covered full moon hid her shadow. There was no sound. Not a whisper of wind, no rustling leaves. She was a silent figure lurking in the night.
Dressed all in black, she crept up to the door and peaked inside. Met with darkness, she smiled with satisfaction and pulled her lock pick out of her back pocket. Using both hands, she stuck each piece inside the door and maneuvered it around just so. When she heard the lock click open, she twisted the knob, slipped quietly inside the home and found the alarm system on the wall. She took her equipment out of her bag, pried off the cover, and attached the correct wires. On the green florescent panel, she watched as the six-digit code materialized one by one on her screen.
She keyed in the code and waited for those magic words—system disarmed. “Works like a charm every time,” she whispered.
She had it on good authority that the owners of the house were out of town on vacation, so she leisurely looked around, taking in the beautiful surroundings.
They had a large kitchen with crisp white cabinets, granite countertops and stainless steel appliances. The house had been empty for at least two days, but the aroma of pine and ammonia still hung in the air.
In the adjoining family room, there was a big screen plasma TV mounted on the wall, surrounded by cabinets filled with books, DVD movies and small items she was sure they had collected on their many travels. A large room, the moonlight cast a glow over the plush, chocolate leather furniture and oak tables. She traced a gloved finger over the edge of the pool table, then sat and twirled around in one of the chairs at the large poker table in the corner.
“Now this is how to live.”
The small refrigerator behind the bar was filled with an assortment of beer and soft drinks, and a collection of crystal wineglasses gleamed above her head.
Out in the foyer, a large chandelier twinkled from the ceiling. She passed an office on her way to the spiral staircase, which took her upstairs.
Robyn quickly found the master bedroom. The blueprints she’d “borrowed” from the state registry office revealed there was a secret room hidden behind the large mirror on the far wall. She found the correct remote control off the coffee table in the sitting area and clicked it to open.
“Un-freaking- believable,” she murmured as the glass slid quietly into the wall. She tugged the strap of her bag up and over her head so it slanted across her breast. Then she pulled out the other bag she’d tucked inside it and went to work.
She opened one drawer and found several Rolex watches. After dropping them in her bag, she found another had diamond necklaces and bracelets. “He might be an ass, but he sure has good taste.”
A third had diamond, emerald, sapphire and ruby rings. She found pearls in a fourth, and almost screamed when she opened one with several bundles of cash in it. “This is so going to make up for the crap that man put me through the last few months.”
Finished, she looked around to make sure she’d shut all the drawers, then stepped out. She picked up the remote, slid the mirror back into place, and placed it exactly where she’d found it on the table.
When she stepped into the hallway, she paused, flattened herself against the wall and waited. She thought she heard voices. After several seconds of silence, she crept down the steps.
It sounded like someone was in the office she had to pass on her way back to the kitchen.
Shit. This house is supposed to be empty, damn it..
Her black tennis shoes made no noise as she slinked across the room to the wall. Her fears were confirmed when she heard two men arguing. But she blocked out their words, hoping she could get past the room unseen. She dipped her body low. Just as she was about to go by the room, she saw an unusual green flash of light out of the corner of her eye.
Unable to ignore it, she turned to look. Her eyes widened in horror as she saw a man dressed similar to her holding a dark stick pointed toward the other guy. A long sliver of energy struck the other man in the chest, and he went flying against the wall, knocking over a lamp and two winged back chairs along the way.
Robyn twisted around and bolted for the exit. She flew around the island in the kitchen and ran out the door, not even bothering to shut it as she jumped over the four steps to the grass. She sprinted across the lawn as green flashes of light missed her and hit bushes and trees instead. “Oh my god.”
Her backpack, full of the jewelry she’d “borrowed”, thumped against her back, almost making her fall. She jumped at the wall surrounding the property, but slipped and fell to the ground. An energy pulse hit it, sending several of the bricks tumbling to the ground. She scrambled up, used the hole he’d made for support and clamored over the top.
She hit the concrete with a thud, scraping her knee and elbow as her body smacked the ground. Ignoring the pain shooting through her limbs, she got up and sprinted down the street to her car parked on the next block.
Robyn heard his feet hit the pavement with ease as he chased behind her. She rounded the corner and made it to her car. She dug in her pocket for her keys, unlocked the door and jumped inside. When she stuck the key in the ignition and turned, nothing happened.
“Not now. Don’t do this to me now.”
She pumped the gas and tried again. Nothing.
When she looked up, he was running full speed toward her, his wand raised. Yes, she knew what he held and what he was. She’d promised herself ten years ago never to return to that life.
“Please, please work,” she cried, turning the key again. The engine purred to life. “Thank you, thank you.”
He was almost on her as she gunned the engine, sending the car wheels spinning in reverse. Her right side window shattered as he aimed the weapon at her again. She sent the car into a one-hundred- and-eighty- degree turn, yanked it into drive and sped down the street. The last thing she saw was the man standing in the middle of the road and green flecks hitting the ground.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~
Available TODAY from Cobblestone Press
Sunday, August 31st, 2008 | Uncategorized | 2 Comments
We’re pleased to welcome you to The Pleasure Club.
Your Pleasure Night will be held at the Carmichael Building in Room 690, Friday, May 2nd. Please knock on the door at precisely 9:00 p.m.
Your safe word is Grade.
The Pleasure Guardians
* * * * *
Celeste Moore tightened her fingers on the steering wheel and blew out a deep breath. She slowed down and picked up the directions she’d printed out on her computer, glanced at them, then dropped them back on the passenger seat. Lowering her right foot just a little bit, she watched the speedometer go from fifty-five to seventy. She couldn’t wait for her evening of pleasure to begin.
She saw a liquor store off the freeway and thought about stopping to get something to settle her nerves, but she shook her head at the thought. She still had about ten miles to go, and she would never drink and drive. Besides, she wasn’t much of a drinker anyway. If she even had one drink, she’d probably pass out. Even one ounce of liquor was too much for her.
The letter she received said her night would begin at nine o’clock. Her plans to arrive early so she she wouldn’t chicken out were dashed when her mother called as she was on her way out the door. She couldn’t rush her off the phone by telling her she had to be somewhere. Her mother would wonder where in the world she was going at this time of night. She couldn’t very well tell her, “I’m about to go have sex with a complete stranger. And I asked for it.”
So, she’d waited, impatiently, for her mother to finish telling her about her pregnant older sister, who’d just found out her second child was the boy she and her husband were waiting for. Her younger sister had just gotten engaged to the lawyer she’d been dating for the last two years. Which all led her mother to lament over the fact that Celeste wasn’t married, didn’t have a boyfriend, or any prospects for that matter. She was too focused on her career. Why did she have to go to medical school? Why didn’t she just find a doctor to marry instead so she could stay at home and have a truckload of babies?
Celeste was on a mission. She would not be her mother or her older sister. Never would she allow a man to dictate the role or plan of her life. Finishing undergrad at the top of her class, as well as medical school, she was now in her last year of residency in anesthesiology. Four more weeks and she would be moving to Atlanta, into a new house and new car, and would be working for a world renowned hospital, making three-hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year.
Tonight was her birthday, and she was going to celebrate it just the way she wanted.
Medical school took up so much of her time she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had sex. Her friend, Victoria, had confided in her a few months ago about The Pleasure Club. The next day nothing could keep Celeste from writing her own letter. The only thing on her mind had been finding someone just as fine and sexy. Not that she knew anything about getting sent to the principal’s office. She just imagined being punished. Someone bending her over a desk, raising her skirt and doing all kinds of naughty things to her to make her scream.
Turning into the parking lot, she let her gaze wander over the other cars until she found an empty parking spot. A glance at the clock on her console read 8:55 PM. She had five minutes. Checking her appearance in her rearview mirror one last time, she applied another coat of lipstick to make her lips shine, and then grabbed her purse and her keys and got out of the car. She speed-walked through the entrance and found the elevator. As it dinged open, anxious flutters zinged around in her stomach.
It was almost time.
She’d always had fantasies about African American men, ever since she was a teenager in high school. The principal at her school had been so fine. She’d always imagined being sent to the office by one of her teachers for acting up in class. The secret crush she’d carried for him had lasted the entire time she was a student at Southwest High School. Always a good girl, she’d never gotten into trouble, nor had any reason to visit his office, so she’d had to admire him from afar. The fantasy had never died, though.
A few months ago, as she’d begun the momentous task of packing up her old room at her parents’ house, she’d run across her high school yearbook, and all those memories and desires came roaring back. Then, a few days later, Victoria had told her about The Pleasure Club. It was as if fate told her to do this.
Now that she was here, she wasn’t sure what to expect, but she was excited as hell to find out.
As the numbers on the elevator slowly lit up, one floor after the next, her excitement grew. She was about to have sex with a total stranger. Instead of being scared and timid, or ready to hit the first floor button to go back down as soon as the door opened, a deliberate smile crept over her face.
She needed this night. She wanted this night. Who knew when she’d get this opportunity again? For the next couple of weeks she was going to be tested over everything she’d learned in the last ten years. Celeste was going to sleep, live and breathe anesthesiology.
But, it would all be worth it when she got that huge diploma in her hand that said, Celeste Moore, Doctor of Anesthesiology.
After that, she was moving to Atlanta, into her new home, and into a career she’d dreamed about since she was sixteen years old. There wouldn’t be any time for men, or even a relationship for that matter. Sex would be non-existent in her life for who knew how long.
Ding. The sixth floor. Celeste took a left off the elevator, following the signs.
I need this.
I want this.
When she looked at her watch, it was straight up nine o’clock. She took a deep breath, smoothed her plaid skirt over her hips and pulled down the tails of her perfectly starched white shirt. It was the closest thing to a schoolgirl outfit she had in her closet. Her heart pounded louder than the rapid knocks she placed on the door.
“Come in,” a smooth, rich baritone voice said from the other side.
I’m really doing this, she thought as she twisted the knob and opened the door. The man who sat on the other side of the desk made the air hitch in her throat. Oh, my God! She took a step back, looked at the numbers on the door again to make sure she was in the right place.
How did she
get so lucky? When Victoria told her how gorgeous her Pleasure Master the guy was—Officer Drake—she could only hope hers would be too. But this man, whoever he was, had pleasure written all over him. She couldn’t tell how tall he was because he was sitting, but his upper body was coated in a dark, double-breasted suit. Blue or black—she couldn’t tell because the light in the room was dimmed low.
His caramel colored skin made her think of a ripe, red apple and the state fair she used to go to when she was a child. All she ever wanted to do was lick it and lick it until it was all gone, and then get another.
Lean fingers were tented in front of him, his elbows resting on the arms of his leather chair. Dark, sensuous eyes and a smooth covering of low-cut hair accentuated his high cheekbones, regal nose and strong chin. He was a work of perfection.
“Come in, Ms. Moore.”
She stepped into the room. It was big for an office. A small conference table and chairs to the right and a couch and coffee table to the left flanked the large mahogany desk he sat behind. He waved to one of the leather chairs in front of his desk. “Why don’t you have a seat?”
Still not sure what to say or what to expect, she nodded her head and sat.
“It has come to my attention that you got into a little trouble today in your health education class.”
Oh, she thought with a smile, and sat up straighter in her chair. “I didn’t do anything,” she said and flipped her auburn, shoulder-length hair over her shoulder, away from her neck. She wished she had a piece of gum, then she could really get into her role of schoolgirl.
“Mrs. Brown told me you wouldn’t cooperate in class.”
She shrugged her shoulders and crossed her legs. “Didn’t want to.”
His gaze dropped. “Why not?” He leaned back in his chair.
“I just didn’t.”
“Do you have a problem with learning about sex education, Ms. Moore? It is something you really need to know.”
“No. I don’t have a problem learning it. I just didn’t want to learn it from her.”
“She told me you were very disrespectful.”
“Now you’re being disrespectful to me. Do you know what happens to little girls when they’re disrespectful…and naughty?”
A delicious shiver shimmied up her spine. She couldn’t wait to find out.
She rolled her eyes at him. “Whatever.”
When he got up, she almost melted into the leather of her chair. He was tall, real tall. At least six-four. Her gaze roamed the length of him, and a sweet heat she hadn’t felt in a long time sizzled inside her.
He came around the desk and sat on the edge in front of her. Her gaze zoomed to his dick. Oh yeah.
“What happens to naughty girls?” She licked her lips, anticipating how wide her jaws would have to get when she put that magnificent piece of male flesh inside her mouth.
Reaching behind him, he grabbed a long, wooden paddle.
“I’m not scared of you,” she said. But she visibly allowed a delicious shiver to cascade over her entire body.
With the handle of the paddle in one hand, he rubbed it back and forth with the other. “Oh, I think you should be afraid, Ms. Moore. Very, very afraid.”
Sunday, June 1st, 2008 | Uncategorized | No Comments
Mixing business with pleasure has never been so tempting.
Ashia Forrester has always lived by one rule: Never mix business with pleasure. As the owner of Temptation City, a male strip club, that has never been a problem. Until now. The talented new stripper she’s hired stirs a desire in her that cannot be denied.
Jalen Spencer is an undercover cop who loves his job. His next assignment is to pose as a stripper at a local club and find out if the owner is laundering money for the mob. He’s pretty sure this mission will be a walk in the park, until he meets the sexy owner. It isn’t long before Jalen’s giving hot performances on stage and in bed.
But how will he handle it when she learns everything about him is a lie?
Ashia picked up her walkie-talkie. “Who’s next, Vivian?”
She glanced down at her watch. “How many are left?”
Thank goodness. Maybe she would actually have a lunch break today. “Ten-four.”
Ashia sifted through the mound of applications and paperwork she’d collected. Not one decent dancer in the bunch. Oh, there were plenty of good-looking guys, but they didn’t exude the sexuality and attitude Temptation City was known for. She dropped the folders in the box behind her.
The rich baritone voice sent a tingle across the back of her neck. She swiveled around too fast and tripped over her chair. A pair of large masculine hands grabbed her forearms and held her up. “Are you okay?”
Shock waves charged up her spine. She sucked in a breath, looked up and got a blast of remarkable hazel eyes with tiny flecks of green. “Y-yes. I’m fine. Thank you.”
He released her and stepped back. “I’m here to interview for the position you have open.”
Yes, yes, oh yes.
Now this was what she was talking about. The man shouldn’t be allowed outside without a bodyguard. The way he looked at her was enough to make any woman come on the spot. And the way he filled out a plain black t-shirt with those broad shoulders and chest, his superman arms…it just wasn’t fair to the female population.
Ashia allowed her gaze to travel his body from head to toe and then back up again. Close-cropped hair cut, trimmed mustache and full lips slanted upward in a smirk. He looked like he’d been sculpted by Michelangelo, dipped in caramel and left for human admiration.
She saw him peeling away every stitch of clothing on his body and every woman in the club screaming her head off, begging to put money between his ass cheeks.
“Ma’am?” he asked, an eyebrow arched.
She shook away the arousal that threatened to turn her into a complete idiot. “Um, the position?”
“Yes, I heard you had a bartender position open?”
She glanced down at her papers and back up again. “I’m not hiring, um, bartenders at the moment. I’m only looking for…” Her voice trailed off as her eyes zeroed in on his crotch. “…strippers.”
A look that bordered on disbelief crossed his incredibly handsome features. “Strippers?”
“Yes,” she replied. “The only ad I placed was for male exotic dancers.”
His lips thinned. “Well, I didn’t come quite prepared for that.”
“Have you ever danced before?”
“Not that kind,” he answered looking toward the stage.
She looked him up and down again and smiled, tilting her head. “There’s a first time for everything.”
His eyes pleaded with hers. “You sure you don’t have any other positions open? Bouncer? Anything?”
She was beginning to enjoy this. Obviously, someone had given this guy the wrong information. But if she convinced him to step onto that stage, she’d have a full house of dollar-flinging women for the foreseeable future.
Regretfully, she tore her gaze away from his body. She moved in front of the table and leaned against it. “With a body like yours, you could make a lot of money here. Easily seven-fifty to a thousand a weekend.”
“Why don’t you get up there, try it out and see if you like it?”
He just stared at her.
All right, he was going to take a little more convincing. He didn’t give off the “look at me, I’m gorgeous” vibe. He was more reserved. Laid back, a more “I like to be in the background” sort of guy. He’d have to be coaxed into it.
“You got a girlfriend?”
He raised a brow. “No.”
“Family in town? Mom? Grandmother?”
He tossed her a wicked smile and shook his head. “No.”
“Then, you won’t have to worry about it getting back to them, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“That’s not it. I just wasn’t expecting,” he waved his hand toward the long ramp, “…this.”
“Well, what’s that saying? If the world gives you lemons, make lemonade.” She sat and crossed her legs. “You need a job, right?”
“And you want a job at Temptation City?”
“Yes,” he answered again.
“Well, up on that stage is all I’ve got.” She paused for effect. “If you can handle it.”
It was a dare. She knew it. But for some reason, he struck her as the type of guy who never backed down from anything. Especially a challenge.
“I didn’t bring any music.”
She yelled to her DJ without taking her eyes off him. “Hey, Ravyn, play this guy some music.”
Seconds later, Tyrese’s “Signs of Making Love” came over the speakers. Perfect. With his face and body, and if he could tantalize her with a dance, she’d hire him on the spot.
“I’ve never done this before,” he reminded her.
She grinned. “I know. Just let the music move you. Let it seep into your mind, your soul, and see what happens.”
The lyrics asked her if she was a freak.
His dance was seductive and slow just like the music, and his eyes never left hers as he moved. The words guaranteed her that he’d give her body whatever it needed.
Ashia squirmed in her chair.
When he began to remove his shirt, pulling it from the bottom straight up over his head, she saw an exceptional six-pack and imagined running her hands over his taut muscles. The shirt landed at her feet.
The melody wanted to know if she was the freak he’d been looking for.
Her eyes glazed over when he began to unbutton his jeans. He bent over and slid them down and off his legs. A pair of red knit boxer briefs hugged his muscular thighs.
Her favorite color. She gulped. Oh God.
The next thing she knew, he was coming off the stage toward her. He’d really gotten into his performance. A line in the song asked the listener to whisper in his ear. Jalen leaned over to hers.
“How am I doing?” he asked, a sexy tone in his voice.
He was close enough for her to get a whiff of his scent. She caught a brief hint of tangerine, mandarin and sage. Ashia cleared her throat. “F-fine.”
He turned around, spread his legs and bent over to touch the floor, leaving his ass right in her face. She itched to reach out and palm him to see if his cheeks were as firm as she thought they were.
Right now, he was the embodiment of temptation. A graceful animal in motion stalking its prey. A cougar or a panther.
Perfect for Temptation City.
Perfect for her.
Available NOW from Samhain Publishing
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