The Price of Fame is out
Markus arrived at the club just as the beginners class ended. The woman at the door, probably in her late forties, collected his money with a smile.
“Welcome! It’s nice to see another new face. I can tell you’re going to be popular.”
He nodded at her, and then he wandered into the room, placing his keys, sweat towel, and bottle of water on a table in the corner. Turning, he froze as he saw the woman he hadn’t been able to get off his mind dancing with a blond man as the class watched.
“And this is how you’ll be dancing in a few weeks,” the man said to the attentive class.
He stared as Mr. Blondie spun Kylie before leading into some basic cha-cha moves and ending with him leading her out into a fan.
Enraptured watching the couple, he didn’t notice an older woman sit beside him until she spoke. “They look fantastic together, don’t they?”
He turned, the spell of watching them now broken.
The woman continued. “James has been doing this since he could walk, but Kylie? She started later, about twelve. They’re lovely people. She helps him with his weekend classes. They’re the busiest, you know.”
He stared at the woman, at least in her late sixties, with snow-white hair and ice-blue eyes. “Are they a couple?”
The woman cackled and patted his arm. “James wishes.” She chuckled. “I think he’s been waiting for her to get over her parents’ deaths. They died just over two years ago on the night of her eighteenth birthday. They were her only family. Well, besides a sister, who isn’t very nice.”
Marcus let out his breath with a whoosh. He refocused his attention to the dance floor and watched the couple with new eyes, noting everything about his competition while the woman continued to gossip.
“They’re best friends even though there’s quite an age gap. Ten years I think.”
He tuned out the woman while he studied Kylie. At twenty, she was younger than he’d thought. He’d just celebrated his thirty-third birthday.
The class broke up with people chatting and thanking Kylie and James. The older lady tapped his arm.
“You’re in for a treat, you know. You’re twenty minutes early. They always go over the hour at every lesson, so he starts the lessons with a half hour leeway. But a lot hang around watching them practice.” The lady smiled as she looked at Kylie and the blond. “Tonight I think they’re practicing for a fundraiser show they’re doing. It should be great.”
He nodded while his eyes followed the object of his affections. Once everyone was off the dance floor, Kylie changed into higher shoes, and samba music filled the air. He watched, enthralled as James and Kylie turned into the sexiest couple he’d ever seen. At one point, she made a wrong move in what he knew was called a hug. He watched as her face transformed, and she almost sparkled, laughing at her mistake.
“Stunning.” He stared transfixed at the beauty before him. He knew watching her that he wasn’t going to give up until she gave him a chance.
The woman chuckled. “Yes indeed. When she laughs, she transforms.”
He watched the rest of the session in silence, unsure for the first time in his life of just how to proceed.
Kylie loved her best friend. He always made a bad day a hundred times better. Today, though, there had been something odd about him. By the way he looked at her and kept touching more than usual, something was up.
They’d begun preparing to begin the intermediate class when she looked around the room to see they had some new people in the intermediate class too. She scanned the room and froze at the sight of the man she saw in the corner talking to Mrs. Dickstein. Kylie’s stomach churned at the thought of what was being said, as Mrs. Dickstein was the biggest gossip in the world. And she was talking to Kylie’s dream man. Kylie grabbed James’ hand and whispered, “He’s here.”
James came over and stood blocking her view. “Who’s here?”
“The guy I was talking about this morning. The guy I’ve been stalking. Of course, he’s the hottest man in the universe.” She looked into his forest-green eyes. “You know? The guy I ran from this morning. The one I imagined a connection with. He’s over in the corner talking to the biggest gossip in the universe, Mrs. Dickstein. Couldn’t she at least wait one night to tell everyone our life stories?”
James spun so fast she didn’t even think she’d finished the last words.
God! Embarrassment filled her as James and Markus stared each other down. What the hell is going on? Markus stood and walked over to her as though he were stalking prey. Kylie whacked James on the back. “That was stupid! Now he’s coming over here.”
James shrugged, and she watched him eye Markus.
Markus smiled, and she couldn’t contain a sigh. He held out a hand, introducing himself to James. The shake seemed to go on for a while before she cleared her throat. “Hello, Markus. It’s a small world.”
He reached for her hand, but she avoided the connection.
“Yes, a lovely surprise. I found your pamphlet when I got home from my run this morning.”
Yep. That was just her luck. Now she had to put up with an hour-long lesson with Mr. Hunk in it and try to stay professional.
“I was worried when you ran off this morning. Is everything okay?”
She pasted a smile on her face and nodded. “Um, yeah. I forgot I had something to do at home. Sorry for being rude.”
He grinned. “How about you make it up to me tomorrow by letting me join your morning walk?”
Kylie glanced at James, hoping for some help, but his face was a mask of granite as he gave stony eyes to Markus. One part of her begged her to take up his offer. The other part, the more sensible part, kept telling her that she barely knew this guy, that he was way out of her league and not to expect anything.
The begging side won.
“Okay. I’ll meet you at your usual start time.” Kylie felt the heat rise in her cheeks as it slowly dawned on her what she had said. She cursed herself, and Markus’ grin turned into a huge smile, dimples and all. Her heart thudded in her chest at the sight of his perfect smile.
* * * *
The longest hour of her life had passed. Kylie sat in James’ car, and he brooded the whole way home. As she pulled into her driveway, she couldn’t take his sulking anymore. “What’s up?”
“What’s so good about Greek boy?”
“I don’t understand. Are you talking about Markus?” She knew he was, but she wanted to hear him say it.
She heard him gritting his teeth as he snarled, “I don’t understand why every female was sighing and fighting to dance with him. What’s he got that’s so hot?”
Closing her eyes, the image of Markus she’d saved in her brain popped up. Amazing blue eyes flashed as Markus smiled, and the dimples that peeked out were enough to catch any woman’s attention. Then when her eyes slid down his toned, muscular body… She fanned herself, and James snarled and opened his door. The car rocked as he slammed his door and stalked around to hers.
She got out of the car and watched as he used his key to her house. When they reached the living room, she grabbed his arm. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have spaced. Look, he doesn’t have that much more than you. It’s just … he has a flawless face. You know, a model-actor type face and that accent… Then he has a body th—” She stopped as his face turned red and his fist clenched at his side.
“That’s the type of guy you’re after? An actor or a model?”
Kylie knew she wasn’t one for attention. She hated being in the spotlight. Even when she sold some paintings or the gallery had a showing, she refused to turn up. She didn’t think she could ever be with someone like that.
“Ha. You know me, James. I hate the spotlight. I can’t think of anything worse.” She pulled him to her and hugged him. “I feel sorry for those people.” She looked into his eyes, hoping he understood. “Don’t worry. He’s new meat. That’s all. You know you’re hot stuff. Women always fall at your feet. Besides, you never date just one woman at a time.” She kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry. He won’t take all the women.” She hoped he would take only one—her.
After James left, Kylie fed Buddha, and then she went to bed, where she could let her dreams of her hunky man, Markus, run wild.
A freind of mine has her first a book out. Make sure you check it out.
Today is the day!! First I’d like to say a big thank you to Hazel for helping me celebrate the release of my first book – Full Bloom.
Step into the world of Freewill, Wyoming, the town at the center of Decadent Publishing’s Western Escape line. A place where the locals are friendly and the cowboys are hot!
I hope you enjoy Full Bloom and I’d love to hear from you!
Tash Hathaway has moved back to Freewill to open her own flower shop—Freewill Flower Garden. She is actively seeking a man to fill her Mr. Right vacancy and has even signed up to find him online. But when she finds duds instead of studs Cassi, Tash's best friend, convinces her to take a break and live a little, make some of her cowboy fantasies come true before settling down.
When his riding partner is injured, Nathan Davis goes home for a break from the PRCA circuit. He returns to find his life changing in ways he's not ready for. Nor does he expect the distraction of a beautiful small town girl who fulfills his wildest fantasies.
Tash and Nathan collide in a lust-filled bubble, but neither of them are prepared when things get serious. Can love come to full bloom between two people determined to have a temporary bit of fun?
I hope you like Rane and Kirby.
If you have any questions ask away.
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“I don’t know why you can’t pick your brother up, ” Bianca said on the phone with her friend Greta.
“We’re getting a surprise ready for him. You know it’s his birthday next weekend. We’re doing a big combined welcome home party. It’s taking a lot to organize. ” Greta paused. “Because I’m off next weekend for the celebration, I couldn’t get this weekend too. And I thought you might like to pick him up since you’ve been sending him letters for the last couple of years. ”
Bianca groaned. “Sending letters is totally different than talking and seeing him in person. The last time I saw Caleb, I was a chubby little girl who followed him around everywhere. ”
Greta laughed. “Well, you’re not anymore. You can’t keep avoiding him. Don’t think I haven’t noticed that every time he gets leave, you go MIA. He’s home for a while now teaching new recruits, so you won’t be able to avoid him the whole time. Unless you move. ”
Bianca wondered if her work would okay a transfer. She was their star wedding cake maker.
“Don’t even think about it, Bianca. I will hunt you down and drag you back. ”
Sighing in defeat, Bianca looked around the airport for Caleb. “Fine, but he doesn’t know what I look like. I haven’t se—”
“Yes, he does. I’ve been sending him pictures of us, of you. ”
“You what?” A bunch of people turned to glare at Bianca. “You did what? I told him no when he asked for pictures. ”
“Why on earth would you do that?”
Scrubbing a hand over her face, Bianca looked up at the arrival board to see Caleb’s plane had landed a good ten minutes ago. “I was scared. I didn’t know what picture to send. I look nothing like the girls I remember he liked to date. I’m not five-seven with legs that go on forever, a blonde, or a size under double digits. I don’t think I ever will be any of those things. I’m a wedding cake maker and designer, and I like taste testing my food too much. ”
There was quiet on the other end of the line for a moment before Greta replied. “You do realize the way to a man’s heart is with food. ”
“You can say that because you’re a size ten, and your mother taught you how to cook. Hey, aren’t you supposed to be at work? That’s why I had to come and pick Caleb up instead of you?”
Bianca was met with another silent reply, and a niggling feeling came over her that Greta was up to something more than just a welcome-home, birthday surprise for Caleb.
“Sorry. Busy working and getting the surprise ready to go. Talk later. Bye. ”
The uneasy feeling got bigger as Bianca put the phone back in her bag. Straightening her shoulders, she looked around again. Army men come out of the gate in full uniform, and she slowly walked forward. “Oh my, they do look so good. ”
An older lady next to her chuckled and asked, “Yes, they do. Any of them yours?”
Bianca shook her head and started to say no when Caleb walked out with two other men. Tall, he stood well over six feet with broad shoulders and a tight muscular body. Bianca couldn’t see much of his dark olive skin in his Army uniform. His hat covered his jet black hair and his piercing deep dark brown eyes set above a strong masculine jaw.
Caleb searched the crowd before his gaze stopped on her. He stalked forward. “Hey, beautiful. ”
Bianca stared at him, stunned, as he pulled her to him, and his mouth come down on hers. He held her tightly as his lips crushed hers and his tongue traced her lips, asking for entry.
With her mind going a million miles a minute, it took her a moment before she moaned, wrapped her arms around Caleb, opened her mouth, and met his tongue with hers.
He pulled away, leaving her panting, and she wondered if she’d fallen into some parallel universe.
Caleb smiled down at her, showing perfect white teeth. “Ready to go. Just need to grab my backpack. ”
Speechless, she nodded as he grabbed her hand and walked over to the baggage carrousel. She trailed behind him probably looking like a stunned mullet. Caleb didn’t let go of her hand when he grabbed his big backpack, shoved it on one shoulder, and then pulled her toward the exit.
“Where did you park?”
Bianca pointed to her left, not trusting her voice to talk.
“Do you still have the little white sports car?”
She froze, and he stopped and looked back at her. “How do you know I have a Honda Integra?”
A huge grin spread over his face. “The first picture I got from Greta was of you with the car your parents bought you. She told me all about how you corrupted her to go racing in it. ”
Bianca watched his eyes light up as he moved to box her in against the car behind her.
“That’s not the best part. The picture she sent is of you laid back on your car, posing in only a white bikini. ”
She gulped, and thought of the best way to kill her best friend…scratch that, ex-best friend the next time she saw her.
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Rane's Mate – Excerpt:
Kirby was surrounded by wolves. They were everywhere in this town. Maybe she had finally gone crazy. Werewolves didn't exist. They were make believe, made up things that were only found in scary movies. She'd had this feeling before but had ignored it, because it was only a person here or there. This time was bad. Kirby had an affinity for animals, she could kind of talk to them, and feel them. This feeling, however, was different.
Kirby opened her car door again, then shut it. She'd feel bad if she left though, because she'd be bailing on Faith's birthday weekend, and Kirby was so looking forward to going to the big day out. Being independent and discovering new things on her own was one of the reasons she'd moved away from her overbearing, overprotective family. Kirby sighed. Her brothers were not there to save her or protect her in the event the wolves weren't so friendly.
The front door burst open, and Faith pushed past the hottest man Kirby had ever seen in her life. He was probably Faith's husband. He was gorgeous—short, wavy brown hair, six three, maybe six four, and all muscle. As he got closer to the car she could see his eyes were an electric blue, and he had a sharp nose that hovered over his lips. Kirby gulped and squeezed her legs shut. She could feel he was a werewolf, an alpha wolf, and he was looking at her like prey.
Kirby locked the doors. Faith's eyebrows drew together and her mouth turned down in a frown as she turned to the gorgeous werewolf and punched him in the chest, yelling something at him. Then she shook the hand she had used to hit the werewolf. Another taller werewolf came out and grabbed the first one. This one was beautiful too, but not the same as the other. The second werewolf came over and kissed Faith's hand, then went to the first werewolf, pulling him back a couple of steps.
Faith came over to the car. Kirby slowly unlocked the door and opened it.
"Kirby, what's wrong? Rane didn't mean to scare you. He's really a big softy."
Kirby looked all around her before she whispered, "I'm going crazy. I've never had it this strong before." Looking up, straight into Faith's eyes, she continued. "We're surrounded by werewolves, they're everywhere in this town." She was so freaked out she yelled the last part.
Faith winced, muttering under her breath. "It's this pregnancy that's making me miss stuff. I'm an idiot." Faith took Kirby's hands in hers, looked her in the eyes, and spoke clearly this time. "You're an animal element or sensory, and I'm an idiot. I'm so sorry. I'm usually better at picking up these things, but I swear this pregnancy is putting me off. Kirby, I'm psychic, and a bunch of other things, but we'll keep to that one for now. No, you're not crazy, we are surrounded by werewolves, but they're good. They would never hurt you, and I'm not just saying that because I live with and mated one…well, us humans call it married. If you don't believe me, check for yourself. Tell me, what do you feel?"
Kirby took a step out of the car, closed her eyes, and tried to feel. She knew there were two werewolves near the house, but she felt no malice, or any desire to do her any harm. Kirby could feel two more in wolf form in the bushes, not far away, close enough that she tried to communicate with them. They didn't respond to her mind contact, though she did feel confusion from them and curiosity. Kirby did feel happy thoughts that she was there. Opening her eyes, she took another small step.
"Look, would it help if you saw one, got to touch a wolf? I promise you they won't hurt you." Nodding hesitantly, Faith yelled, "Blake, come here to us, slowly."
A beautiful, large black wolf with gray eyes ran out of the woods. He slowed a couple of feet away from them.
Faith walked up to him and looked over at Kirby as she said, "Okay, you're going to hear some growling, but just
ignore it. I do. It won't be from Blake here."
Kirby placed her hand on Blake's furred covered body, running it up and down.
Faith smiled. "See, he won't hurt you."
Kirby leaned down to get a better look. "He is beautiful."
Blake licked her face and she laughed. There was a vicious growl from behind her, which made Blake take a step back from her.
Kirby noticed that Faith frowned and shook her head and then looked at Kirby. "You ready to go inside now? Because my brother Bengie can only entertain Remy and Sara for so long."
Kirby nodded. "Yes, I'm fine now. Can Blake come inside? He'll keep me calm."
A wicked smile spread across Faith's face. "Don't worry, Kirby. Blake would love to play doggy, wouldn't you, Blake?"
Kirby kept her fingers in Blake's fur as they walked toward the house. Blake whined slightly, but followed her. The growling behind her continued, and curiosity got the better of her and she looked over her shoulder to see where it was coming from.
Hi everyone, one of my friends Doris O'Connor, has an awesome new release. Here she is to tell you a bit about it.
Thanks so much for having me on your blog, Hazel. I'm here to tell you all a little something about my new release The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin.
I never thought I would write a Billionaire story, but I needed a filthily rich hero for this story idea my muse threw at me. I got him in the form of one very yummy half Sioux hero, called Lakota. Deliciously tortured, aloof, scarred inside and out, Lakota was going to present a challenge to any woman attempting to discover his real self.
Alice is that woman. She is nothing like the person Lakota imagined her to be. When he found out that his late brother acquired a virgin for Lakota's use, he is, quite frankly disgusted. After all, what sort of woman would sell her virginity to a complete stranger?
Finding out her reasons takes the first chip out of his armor, because Lakota values the ties of blood above all else. It's what has driven him to become the hugely successful businessman he is today, but he has lost part of himself in the process.
His little Alice reminds him what's truly important, and she marches right under his defences.
Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy. When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.
Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.
Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?
He'd bound her to him with the ridiculous terms of their arrangement, and he had no idea how she really felt about him. That her body desired him, of that there was no doubt. Could there ever be more between them? Was the trust she exhibited in her submission to him enough to build a relationship on?
Would she want to stay with him once the arranged time was over? His little Alice was a romantic. Would she settle for a life with what little he had to offer, knowing full well that he was incapable of ever saying the words every woman wanted to hear?
"Lakota?" Her uncertain whisper shook him out his maudlin thoughts. This was here, and this was now. He would live in the moment and worry about all that later. Right now he had his woman where he wanted her.
"I'm here, my sweet. Relax."
She drew in a breath and another, in a visible effort to calm her nerves, and he bent down and kissed her again.
"Remember those candles you admired on that stall in Colombo, my sweet?"
She stilled completely and her breaths grew choppier, and he smiled.
"I see that you do… Now, feel their kiss, and fly for me."
He'd gone hard as nails in the middle of the crowded market at her innocent reaction to his whispered comment that these were far more than scented candles. He'd bought them on impulse, waiting for the right moment to introduce them. He knew her well enough by now to know how far he could push her, and he wanted to give her the pleasure this play brought.
She flinched at the first drop of wax hit her just below the collarbone, and he swiped the drop away, watching her closely for her reaction. Again and again he repeated the process, until she arched into the touch of the wax on her skin.
He drew patterns around her breasts, leaving the wax to settle, and letting the flame burn a little hotter each time. Her breathing changed to the slow, deep state of relaxed awareness he wanted her to be in as he scribed what was in his heart on her quivering tummy.
By the time he was done his dick was just about ready to explode, and Alice was so wet, the covers were stained under her ass. He smiled to himself at the face of housekeeping in the morning and poured one last heavy drop of wax over her hugely distended clit at the same time as he thrust his cock into the tight clasp of her body, with a growled, "Come for me, baby."
Alice came so hard and so fast she could barely catch her breath. The sensation of the hot wax dripping over her most sensitive flesh coupled with the feel of him sliding deep into her core, his weight pinning her in place proved too much.
She was dimly aware of Lakota reaching his own pinnacle in record time, and then she was free. Released from her bonds and held securely in his arms, she blinked to get her eyes to focus.
Her body was covered in multi-colored patters of wax, and he'd traced a word into her lower abdomen--Mine.
Alice bit back her tears, and Lakota's hands settled over her fingers tracing the word. She looked at him, and she held her breath at the emotion she glimpsed in his eyes, before he masked it.
"I will run you a bath, and you can soak it off. I'm not going near that beautiful skin of yours with a knife."
"Do we have to take it off?"
He grew very still at her husky question, and his voice was hoarse when he finally answered.
"I don't want you getting sore. This is your first time. We don't know how your skin will react."
Alice smiled at the protectiveness and concern behind those words.
"I seem to be having a lot of firsts around you, Mr. Kemnay."
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Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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