Tuesday, September 17, 2013


NEW COVER and new sexy excerpt.
Yes, alas I changed the cover of CRASH & BURN. On Amazon the graphics and font simply didn't mesh and broke my heart.
So I'll save the beautiful image of these two hard-headed lovers and here's a reveal of the new cover for this red-hot scorcher of a romance. I hope you like it!

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“Is this how you get a client’s attention?” she asked, squeezing her muscles around his erection.
“God, you’re amazing.” The skin along his jaw twitched; he slammed back into her before responding. “We’ve already addressed that you are a special case. One that requires my complete and personal attention. No more talking, unless it’s my name on your lips. Put that dirty mouth of yours to work and tell me how my cock feels inside you.”
He felt amazing, but she couldn’t tell him and have those words lingering between them. “No,” she whispered.
“Christ, Alana. You’re so hard-headed.” He pumped his hips, rocking up and down, slamming his cock into her again and again. “Tell me. Do you like when we fuck like this?”
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she wanted to shout, Of course I do. Who wouldn’t want an animal between her legs, fucking like nobody’s business?
She stared back at him, aching with something foreign that promised to slice to ribbons her ability to remain encased and safe in her insulated, circumscribed world. “Why? You don’t get enough compliments on your work?”
He stopped moving his hips, changing tactics as he twisted his hands in her hair. “Don’t backslide! I’ll haul your arse across my lap and take care of this issue of your snappy remarks. Or is that what you’re after?” He spoke in a low, controlled voice and she had no answer. For a second, they gazed at one another in a stand-off.
She arched a brow. “I’ll go with the fifth.”
“I see,” he said, and pulled out of her. In the next instant she was picked up and, true to his word, she lay stretched across his lap, facing the floor. “You count, and if you don’t we begin all over again. On one.”
She tried to scramble off his lap, and that’s when it happened. Smack!
And painful. “Jesus Christ,” she breathed out without thinking.
“Not even close. Do we need to go over introductions again as well?”
The white-hot-poker scorching eased and his hold on her loosened. Not a lot, but enough to take a breath. “I’m not laughing. That hurts,” she snapped.
“Something tells me that much of these next two weeks will involve inflicting pain to capture your fleeting attention span.”
“Don’t be a d—,”she cut herself off, choosing another route. “Ridiculous.”
“Good save, Alana. But too late. You owe me, and it’s probably best if you pay the piper now so we can get on with the morning. Time is wasting. Count with me.” His hand rubbed down her ass cheeks, onto the back of her thighs. Gasping, she immediately noted when he lifted his hand, and could hear his inhalation. “Now,” he said.
“One,” she whispered, unsure of what to expect as she focused on his hand meeting her backside. Again, the blaze of his large palm coming into screaming contact with her ass had her arching. Exhaling.
“Steady,” he said, pushing her back onto his lap, and then he lifted his hand. “Again.”
 “Two,” she said between gritted teeth.
He spanked another section of her ass, spreading the fire from one side of her rear-end to the other. The flaring pain had her wriggling on top of his legs. At first, she did so just to ease the fiery assault, but then she latched onto an urge to spread her thighs open, on the verge of coming apart. The desire for him to tantalize her sky-rocketed.
“Please, Jonathan.”
“Not until we’re through.” His voice sounded strained. Even so, that didn’t stop him from raising his hand again, or the firm smack he delivered that unleashed a flurry of flashing lights in front of her eyes. 
“Three…three,” she panted.
“Let’s pick up the pace now that you’ve got this part. And afterwards, I’m going to fuck you the way I’ve wanted to ever since you and that smart mouth of yours sounded off last night.”
“Just do it now. God, I want you inside me.”
“Patience. That’s precisely what you need to learn.”
Her head snapped up, and she struggled to remain silent. And him? He needed to learn he couldn’t just do exactly what he pleased. She’d never met a man who stomped through life as though it were one big oyster bed, his to pluck whatever pearl lay within his reach. If there were lessons to learn, J.P. Lansing had a few of his own to acquire. Alana clenched her jaw in a haphazard stifling of the crushing urge to speak her mind.
Then he laughed as his hand rubbed down her backside.
Unable to stop feeding him fuel for this sexual firestorm he had set blazing between them, she flung back, “And you’re going to teach me?”
“Absolutely. My pleasure.” He smacked her ass to prove his point.
The scorch wrenched a yelp from her, and she quickly croaked. “Five. Dammit. No, four.”
“That’s it. Baby, you’re so wet. God, this is what you need from me. Isn’t it?” His hot breath charged over her blazing skin. She felt his fingers stroking her swollen sex. The world stopped spinning. Her breath caught.
“Jon,” she whispered as a sheen of perspiration flashed over her body. She pressed backward onto his finger and exploded.

“Not yet. Sweetheart, soon.” Hot, blistering smacks coupled with his fingers delving into the space between her slick folds had Alana scrunching her eyes shut as she choked, barely audible, counting each spank he delivered.


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