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A Sneak Peek from Fast Lust #preorder #99c #comingsoon

Hi everyone,

The long weekend has got me scrabbling to catch up, so I missed out on Mid Week Tease this week, sadly. But I decided to share an excerpt with you anyway. My story, Fast Lust, is now completed, edited and ready to go into the upcoming British Bad Boys Boxed Set, so I thought I’d give you a sneak peek. This is a snippet from the very beginning of the story, so we haven’t even met the sexy biker hero yet, but I will be using this story in my Mid Week Tease posts for a few weeks, so you’ll be able to enjoy him soon enough. Or you could just pre-order the set and enjoy the whole story, plus six other awesome bad boy tales, on the 4th May! 😉

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Gloria Heath gaped at her boss, Graeme, unsure if she’d heard him correctly. No, no, she couldn’t have heard him correctly, because she thought he’d said he wanted her to go and cover the first round of the British Superbikes at Donington Park. She shook her head and chuckled. He must have said The Great British Bake Off. That sounded similar, didn’t it?

Graeme frowned. “Something funny, Gloria?”

She snapped her focus back to her editor and smiled. “Sorry. I must be going deaf, or mad, because I thought you said you wanted me to cover some motorbike race.”

His expression was stony. “I did,” he replied coolly. “Do you have a problem with that?”

Blinking, she opened her mouth, then closed it again. Narrowing her eyes, she said, “But I’m a lifestyle reporter. I cover—”

“I’m well aware of what you cover, Gloria. I’ve been your boss for three years—don’t you think I’m familiar with what you write by now?” He sighed. “I know it’s not your usual thing, and is way out of your comfort zone, but don’t you think a change would be nice? A bit of a challenge for you?”

Gulping, she replied, “A ch-challenge? Graeme… did I do something wrong?”

He rolled his eyes. “It’s an article, Gloria, not a bloody punishment. No, you didn’t do anything wrong. Your work is exemplary—always has been, and I’m sure it always will be. But I have one of the sports writers off sick, with no one else available to take his place, and not covering the first round of the British Superbikes is tantamount to blasphemy for our motorsport readers.”

A feeling of dread settled in her stomach, making her nauseous. “Do I… have a choice?”

Graeme raised his eyebrows. “I’m an editor, not a dictator. But come on, Gloria, do me a favour here. Like I said, there’s no one else to take his place—you’re the only one with time in your schedule. If I’m not mistaken, the stuff you’re currently working on isn’t time-sensitive. Sunday’s race, however, is.” He leaned forward and put his elbows on the desk, then flashed her a smile. “We’ll even put you up in a nice hotel, right near to the track. One little article, Gloria. You’ll be saving my life. Please.”

Gloria knew when she was beaten. Graeme wouldn’t force her, she knew that, but it was clearly very important to him. And he’d never asked her to do something like this before—he was generally very laid back, and let her get on with writing pretty much whatever she wanted to. So one article out of her comfort zone—albeit way out of her comfort zone—was the least she could do. “All right,” she said resignedly. “I’ll do it, for you. But you have to give me a full briefing on what exactly you’re looking for. The last thing I want is to end up writing something where I’ve taken completely the wrong angle.

“And,” she added, “where the hell is Donington Park, anyway?”

Graeme’s expression turned despairing. “In the Midlands, Gloria. Near Derby and Nottingham. North of Watford Gap.”

“Bloody hell, that’s miles away! Have I got to drive? I’ll need a pool car.”

“Drive, get the train, hell, you can even fly. The circuit’s next door to a bloody airport. I don’t care, as long as you go, all right?”

She folded her arms. “The train will be fine. Though a first class ticket wouldn’t go amiss.”

Graeme rolled his eyes. “Done.”

“And about the briefing…”

“Of course! I wouldn’t send you in there unprepared. Right, you go and carry on with whatever you were doing while I get all the arrangements sorted. Come and see me when you get here tomorrow morning, and we’ll go through everything you need to know.” She nodded and stood up, then turned to leave. “Oh, and Gloria?” She turned back. “Thank you. I really do appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, boss. Just don’t make a habit of it, all right?” She winked to show she was joking.

Grinning, he waved a hand at her. “Go on, get out. I’ll see you in the morning.”

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The Bad Boys of Romance

herding cats & burning soupOoh, lots of girls love a bad boy, and who can blame them? Dean Winchester, Damon Salvatore, Eric Northman… delicious, sexy, naughty, irresistible bad boys. Yum. And that’s what this hop is all about, the bad boys of romance.

I’ve penned a bad boy or two myself, one such example being Drew from my short story, A Bit of Rough. He’s a chain-smoking, womanising bad-ass, but he’s sooo damn sexy. My character, Alison, is after a bit of fun, so she allows Drew to seduce her, with unforgettable results…

Here’s the book blurb:

When Alison meets Andrew, she instantly pegs him as a moron. He’s a total bad boy and does nothing but chain smoke and brag about his stream of past conquests. Yet, much to her confusion, Alison still finds herself attracted to him. She’s not had sex in a while, so Alison figures there’s no harm in going home with him to get herself a bit of rough.

You can grab the book here: A Bit of Rough. I’d love for you to check it out! 🙂

Now, without further ado, please place your hop entries using the two Rafflecopters below (one is for my own site, one is for the Grand Prize), then scroll down to the bottom and carrying on hopping through the other blogs. Have fun with all those bad boys!

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Sunday Snog – A Bit of Rough

Sunday Snog

A Bit of RoughI have literally run out of new snogs (though I have lots of upcoming releases so hopefully that will be rectified soon!) so I’ve had to recycle an older one. I don’t think you’ll mind though. Here’s a snog-tastic snippet from my erotic short story, A Bit of Rough:

I followed the sound into the tiny kitchen and padded up behind him, unsure if he’d heard me or not. I wasn’t bothered if he had noticed me or not; by this point, I just wanted to claim my prize.

I slipped my arms around his waist, deliberately pushing my breasts into his back and whispered into his ear, “Come on sweetie, I’m sure those can wait, can’t they? We have better things to be getting on with.”

Andrew stretched across the draining board, swiftly wiped his hands on a tea towel, and turned in my arms. Leaning down to kiss me, he said, “We most certainly do.”

He tasted faintly of cigarette smoke and more strongly of peppermint from a mint or some gum he’d clearly been munching to mask the smell. Oddly, the combination was a turn on. I hated smoking, but somehow the dirty habit fit perfectly with his pure masculinity. Once again, I wasn’t sure if I was the hunter or the prey. But I didn’t care. I was about to get my bit of rough.

In classic cliché style, I took Andrew’s hand and led him in the direction of what I hoped was the bedroom—the only place in the flat where I’d yet to go.

Luckily, my powers of deduction were correct, and I opened the door and stepped inside, not knowing what to expect. I was pleasantly surprised and even more convinced his mum did his cleaning. His bedroom was definitely not as dirty as his smoking habit. As with the rest of the flat, the room was small but tidy. The bed was made up in simple blue cotton—phew. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to curb my hilarity if we’d started slipping and sliding on black silken sheets.

Andrew let go of my hand and headed to the window. Mercifully, he pulled the curtains shut. The last thing we needed was one of his exes peering through the window as we fucked—as had happened in one of the tales of his past that he’d regaled us with in the pub.

He sat on the bed, pulled off his shoes, tossed them out of the way, and beckoned to me. I slipped off my own shoes and walked over to him. As I stood in front of him, my breasts were directly in front of his face. He didn’t seem to mind and responded by cupping them together and grinning with undisguised delight at the impressive cleavage this created beneath my V-neck top.

I grinned back then leaned down to kiss him. His considerable stubble grazed my face, but it served only to heighten my arousal. Grabbing my waist, Drew pulled me toward him, and we tumbled onto the bed, where I ended up sat astride him. Like that wasn’t planned, eh?

From the off, I knew my hunch about his bedroom skills had been correct. His kissing technique and every touch were sublime. Before long, we were down to our underwear. That’s when I got my first surprise. I knew the guy had tattoos, but—wow. He was covered in them.


You can get your hands on this naughty short story by checking out the buy links here.

Also, don’t forget to head back to Blissekiss and see what other luscious lip to lip action other authors have posted. Yum!