Sunday, February 9, 2014



1. The Princess Bride – Eve (because I love a giggle with my romantic fairy tales)
2. Pretty Woman – Eve (gotta love a poor girl/rich guy flick)
3. Warm Bodies – Eve (Zombies can be sexy, lol)
4. Sabrina - Kym
5. The Proposal – Kym
6. Forgetting Sarah Marshall – Kym
7. A Walk in the Clouds – Victoria
8. The Notebook – Victoria
9. Made in Heaven – Victoria
10. _______________________ What’s yours?
1. Eve’s Corny p/u lines: Did you sit in a puddle of maple syrup? Because you have a swe-e-e-t ass.
2. Eve: Do you live in a corn field? Because I’m stalking you.
3. Eve: Your lips look so lonely. Would they like to meet mine?
Note from Eve: Funny how most pickup lines are from guys to girls, and have to do with sex. lol. Then again, can you imagine a woman going up to a guy and saying “Hey gorgeous, I brought along my ten inch ruler because I’ve got a feeling you’ll measure up.” Hehehe.
4. Kym’s Corny p/u lines from movies: “Do you wash your pants in Windex? Because I can see myself in them.” ~Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery,
5. Kym: “You know, it’s dangerous for you to be here in the frozen food section… Because you could melt all this stuff.” ~My Blue Heaven
6. Kym: “I couldn’t help but notice that you look a lot like my next girlfriend.” ~Hitch
7. Victoria’s fav lines that actually worked on me: (The lifeguard.) “You all might as well go home because this storm isn’t going away. (looks at me) Except you. You stay and we’ll go swimming.”
8. Victoria: “Have you seen Jeff?” “Who’s Jeff?” “Who cares? What’s your name?”
9. Victoria: “You’re my pick for student body president. Run and I’ll make sure you get elected.”
10. ___________________ What’s yours?




“Your husband told me you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, but he didn’t say anything about the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.”
 -George Clooney to Catherine Zeta-Jones, Intolerable Cruelty, 2003.


Brett’s gaze dropped for a blink, then he lifted his eyes and met hers. He tipped her face up to him. “You said you trusted me.”

“I do.” She pulled herself closer to him. His body was an inferno and lit a fire in between her legs.

“Do you really believe that I was trying to improve my reputation by dating you?” She noticed a flicker in his eyes. Pain, and then it was gone, but not before it pricked her.

Without hesitating, she said, “I don’t think so. No.”

“So, you just went with a fly by the seat of your pants feeling?”

She stared at him. It was true. “Pretty much.”

His lips curved slightly, mockingly. “That means it’s the seat of your pants where the problem resides.”

“So you want to have at the seat of my pants,” she snorted, then gasped. It suddenly dawned on her where this was headed and her face went all sorts of hot. She swallowed. “I’ve never done anything like that.”

“I didn’t think so,” he whispered, his voice dropping down low, a gravelly caress over her skin.

When he placed his hands on her hips, pulling her up against him, the feeling was overpowering. He leaned over her and lifted her hair. Dipping his head, he brushed his mouth over her ear. Taking the delicate shell into his mouth, he bit down with enough pressure to make her moan out loud. She hooked her fingers into his belt loops to keep herself from staggering backwards. “You might like a little pain. It might help you to remember. Maybe tonight you need a lesson on what it means to act impulsively. You said you trusted me.”

“What are you saying?” She pushed her hands up from the waist of his pants, away from his zipper that she wanted to lower and take hold of him. This magnetic draw to him had ramped up, more so given her hands were on him, running over the contours she’d begun to memorize. She didn’t want this to end. God, she’d done enough impulsive things in her life; if what he offered was to spank her, she ached to feel it.

“Let me show you what it means to trust me.”

“I trust you.”

He held her chin, meeting her eyes. “I won’t do anything to hurt you. Ever.”

A shaky breath slipped from her mouth. “I believe you.”

 * * *

 Inside the spare bedroom of her cousin’s house, with the door locked, Brett had Cory naked and over his lap. “This is just so you know what to expect if you ever put yourself in danger again. You could have gotten hurt or worse. If you want to leave, I’ll drive you where you want to go or make arrangements to get you transported safely.”

“Yes.” She arched up to look over her shoulder and he held her down, his hand rubbing a circle over her thigh, her bottom and back around. He stopped; his hand lifted and a half-formed thought about him relenting flashed through her mind.

And smack! Her brain buzzed with an explosion of light tinged by jagged pain. Biting and then she realized it was the skin on her bottom that stung. Red-hot and he did it again. To the other side.

“Please,” she hissed. Eyes closed. “That hurts.”

“Tell me to stop.” He caressed her bottom, his large palm flat against her skin as she squirmed on top of his lap. Dressed only in jeans, Brett’s warm torso came into contact with her naked bottom as he pressed her down onto his muscular thighs.

She wouldn’t tell him to stop. Not after he’d withstood a beat down.  “Go ahead.”

He smacked her bottom ten more times alternating sides and making her count, and then instructed her to thank him. Can you imagine!

“Thank you,” she blubbered, her eyes stinging from salty tears. She blinked them away by the time he hauled her upright to sit on his lap. She was very naked, and the feel of his jeans under her bottom was decadent.

He laid her down on the mattress and dropped his pants revealing his rock solid cock hugging his abs. “There isn’t anything nice about using someone. I’d never do that to you.” He went to the bathroom and returned with a bottle of lotion.

Turning her over, he hoisted her hips into the air. He rubbed her ass cheeks with the lotion that immediately cooled the burn. His breath caressed her skin. “Beautiful. Pink, and so damn perfect. I’d love to do more than run my hands over this part of your body. But not tonight. I want to take care of you.”

He kissed the skin over her ass, tracing the seam of her bottom, when all of sudden he grunted and separated her ass cheeks to slide his finger over the surface, drawing out the moment. He let out a low groan before he grazed her sex.

“Brett,” she moaned, wiggling her hips. She ached for him and his suggestions.

He slid his finger into her, then out. “Is this what you want?” Without waiting for her response, he slipped two fingers back inside her.

“I should be the one taking care of you. Her voice hiked up as she gave into the pleasure of his fingers.

“You showed me that you trust me. That means so much.” He stroked his fingers into her, his erection nudging her hip, and glistening at the top.

A tight coiling ache filled her body. His face was swollen and the bruises were darkening. The look of lust in his eyes undid her, making her body tingle. She moved to a kneeling position as he pumped his fingers into her.

“Lie down,” she whispered, placing her hands on his shoulders and pushing him backward onto the bed. “Let me.”

He let her take the lead, settling back against the pillows, one arm folded under his head. Watching her, he kept his hands down. “What should I do?”

“Nothing. Not yet at least.”

He was fully erect. Crystal clear liquid dripped from the head of his cock, and she bent down and took hold of him. She licked her tongue around, tasting him and wanting more.

Cory sucked his shaft into her mouth, holding him around the base, and enjoying the spasms that unfurled across his body, and the spread of chill bumps over his skin. His nipples puckered into hard peaks as his skin tightened. She could tell he was close.  She released him as she climbed over his hips.

“Do you have a condom?”

Brett’s lips curled up at one corner. He held out his palm and she stared at the shiny blue packet. Taking it, she swiped her fingertips over his skin, and a jolt zinged up her arm. “Sure you don’t want some help?” he asked in a gravelly voice.

“I think I can do it.” She tore the pack and removed the circular disk of latex. She turned the condom over in her hand and gently held on to his shaft with trembling fingers.

“Grip me, like you mean it. I’m hardly fragile, baby.”

Oh, he’d proven that today, hadn’t he? His face was a mass of bruises and cuts, and lower she could make out the bruises on his ribs under the rippling muscle. She sucked in a breath on thinking about what he’d suffered because of her blockheaded impulsive streak.

She nodded and held his titanium shaft firmly, then rolled the condom down his length. She dug her knees along the side of his narrow hips, holding his fully-swathed cock up between her thighs. Lifting up, she swiped him across herself and a shiver unleashed over her skin. His hard body felt incredible. “I’m going to ride you until you come.”

On top of him, she began flexing her hips, finding that perfect combination of moving faster while taking him deeper. His eyes darkened into shades of green she’d known to exist only inside the pine forests that surrounded the ranch.  But his eyes weren’t cool and shadowy. Flames were ready to burst from Brett’s gaze and singe her skin. Her body was on fire riding on top of this man. He squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples between his fingers as he told her how beautiful she was fucking his brains out.
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Saturday, February 1, 2014


Heartbreak Hotel ~ Chapter 1

Beware: Impending heartbreak for those who check-in

Welcome to our kick-off of an epic online novella writing adventure featuring seven authors over fourteen days. Each chapter is written by a different author and builds off the one before it, building one sexy and cohesive story for you! The climactic conclusion will post on Valentine's Day. We hope these fourteen days leading up to it fill you with a desire to love, play, and find passion with your sweetheart. 

Thank you to all seven authors for participating: Susan Arden, Shenoa Caroll-Bradd, Julianna Darling, Julie FarleyBecky Flade, Sheila Hall, and KN Lee

Chapter one was written by the author of sweet and spicy romances, Susan Arden.

Susan Arden Bio: A life based on the "what if" and wouldn't it be funny." Susan found the proverbial "door shut / window open" scenario and leaped into the realm of writing scorching romance across several genres including Western, paranormal, and multicultural. Susan first published in 2013 and now has eleven releases through both publishers and by self-publishing. A former teacher of special education and biology (and also a soccer and Special Olympics coach), Susan hopes to return to teaching and mentoring to share her love of writing. She relishes great lines, laughs, and people who are oddly refreshing. Seinfeld will always be her favorite show. She lives near Nashville with her husband and has college-aged girls along with a slew of animals ranging from furry to scaled. 

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Catlin Bowman smacked her palm against the back of the stapler. “Empty,” she muttered when the sign she’d been trying to hang draped sideways over the doorway. So much for making the Save the Pets charity dance look like it was something special. Catlin stepped down from the chair she stood on—not an easy task in stilettos—and curled a wisp of hair behind her ear. Crossing the hardwood floors of the lobby under miles of pink, white, and red crepe paper strung according to Ann’s instructions, she yanked open the drawer beneath the counter and hummed under her breath. She stared at the jumbled mess.
“Not here,” she said aloud on her hunt for staples. She knelt down, moving aside Pepper, a three-legged orange tabby nested on a shelf, and pulled open a cardboard storage box. Pepper rubbed up against Catlin, purring loudly. “Hold on, girl. You’re next on my list.”
 As the owner of the smallest hotel situated at the lowest point on Heartbreak Mountain, Ann had a knack for collecting things…lost keys, feral cats, and ex-husbands. It was the feral cats that had gotten out of control, so much so that Ann had been given a choice by the sheriff: get rid of every last cat or animal control would round the kitties up for euthanasia.
The front door chimed and Catlin smothered a groan. Dressed in a leopard-print costume, complete with pointy ears and whiskers, she was supposed to welcome the guests as well as inform the patrons of the dance tonight. How far I’ve come! She rolled her eyes. A postgraduate student at Colorado University, the writing of her dissertation was supposed to take six months while working here part-time. The free room and board had been the ticket to her accepting the job as hotel clerk, bellhop, bookkeeper…you name it. Piece of cake, leaving her plenty of time to organize her sociology research and type her dissertation. Christ, that had been eleven months ago.
Haphazardly, she stood on the pair of heels she’d borrowed from one of the ski instructors, and took a deep breath. Holy crap!
Who the heck was he? Lost Viking? Catlin gripped the counter as she stared across the lobby at a man dwarfing the doorway to the hotel. He had to be over six-feet tall, sporting a pair of broad-as-hell shoulders and just enough Swedish-Alpine good looks to cause an avalanche. He raised his eyebrows when he noticed her at the counter. Wearing sunglasses and a ski cap, he might not be all that and a bag of chips. She couldn’t get a feel for if he was truly gorgeous or just blessed with enough punch below the neck…oh heck, it really didn’t matter. The Viking pulled off his cap then raked his fingers through tousled blond hair, and it only got a whole shade more gorgeous.
His cell phone rang and he held it up to his square jaw, nodding. “No problems. Just getting directions,” he said in a deep voice that sent a chill up her spine. The Viking lowered his sunglasses and bam, their gazes connected. Catlin’s heart beat so freaking loud she blushed, certain the dude had to notice her discomfort. Not having had a date in forever, she wasn’t actually cool and collected with the opposite sex, and this man was definitely a prime example of the male species.
“Can I lick you?” she asked, then sputtered, “I mean help you.”  
“Excuse me?” He laughed, obviously amused.
Jeez, she should remove her five-inch stiletto and shove the thing into her mouth. “Do you need directions?”
He more than likely was looking for one of the chalets up the road. More often than not, she provided directions to lost skiers on their way up the mountain. What had Ann been thinking when she’d named this place Heartbreak Hotel? Sure, they had their fill of guests just by the nature of being on a pristine mountain, but they tended to get the cheap weirdo variety instead of the glamorous crowd the Viking more than likely traveled with. This place belonged beside the Karma CafĂ© and Hotel California in places not to visit. It lived up to its name perfectly. Countless arguments ensued between couples to the point that she’d begun to question whether it was cursed. Ann, herself, had a string of bad-luck marriages. No, if anything, this hotel should come with a warning to beware: impending heartbreak for those who check-in.
“I’m here for the photo shoot…Save the Pets,” he said, his gaze lowering from her face. It traveled downward and stopped, and then widened for a second before he quickly glanced upward and coughed. “You might want to fix your top.”
Surreptitiously, she peered down the front of her costume and noticed the bodice’s lace ties had come undone exposing an eyeful of her cleavage as if she was trying to get on a segment of Girls Gone Wild. Please, let the ground open up and swallow me! Catlin tugged the ties, cinching up the laces, then returned to stare at him and inhaled deeply, shaking her head. “Things get a bit undone around here.”
The Viking glanced at her for a beat then chuckled. “I’ve always loved a room with a spectacular view. That goes double for the lobby.”
* * *
God, what a beauty. Brent Hollins didn’t doubt the girl was blushing from the top of her head to the tips of her toes having given him a sight to behold. Damn, she was stacked with a rack that was meant to be savored, and one he knew damn well wasn’t the result of silicone. With an arched brow, she stared back at him with flashing dark eyes that held his attention. Something about her was remarkably refreshing. Different from the circles he’d traveled with for the last couple of years. Having gotten lost in the world of NASCAR racing, he’d had the pleasure of enough party bunnies to know a woman who was real versus one who was really good at faking. This young lady spiked his bloodstream with the urge to…hell, he didn’t even know, other than want to get her to keep talking.
“Are you checking in…here?” she asked in a bemused tone.
“Mrs. Tremont invited me for the weekend. I understand the area is hosting a charity event and I volunteered to offer my support. Haven’t been out this way in years and I could use the rest and relaxation.” In truth, he’d lost the last eight races; so dismal, he hadn’t even placed in the easy events. Last week, he wrecked his racecar so badly his sponsor refused to back him if he didn’t get his shit together and fast. He decided to stop indulging in the party scene and get himself clean and sober, back in shape for the start of the spring race circuit. “I understand the press is covering the event.”
“Press?” She stared back at him, unblinking, and shook her head. “There must be some mistake. This is it.” She lifted her hands, motioning in a circle to the room. “It’s really small. We’re doing a dance tonight where a local band is doing a couple of sets in the bar.”
“Maybe I should explain. I grew up here about a million years ago. Haven’t been back in forever. It’s my pleasure to help out, so no worries.” Christ, it had been forever if this was the level of woman who now inhabited this part of the world. When he’d left to race and travel, he’d sworn to his brother by the time he returned, the world would know his name. Apparently, that wasn’t true. Here he was, tail between his legs…
“Lord have mercy.” The familiar voice behind him raised a notch. “You’ve come back.”
He turned to meet the gaze of his brother. “Trent. Long time.”
“Not long enough,” he replied. “Or has the race world lost your interest, too?”
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An alpha wolf, Conrad's running on empty, unwilling to join the almighty Wolf News media conglomerate owned by his family's powerful pack. As a freelance journalist, he marches to a lone wolf drum fused with a fiery temper, until he encounters an alluring she-wolf. Driven to the brink by Mari's curvaceous body, Conrad refuses to back away when this stubborn she-wolf attempts to shut him down.

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Thursday, October 31, 2013

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Sherry Delacroix is a third level spellcaster manning a post along the secret doorway into the energy realm known as the ley lines. Quinn Rothschild, a rare wolf shifter, a purebred Midnight Lycan is plagued by nightmares of a woman calling for his help. For two years, they've work together at the Downtown Den, enjoying but not pushing a flirtatious attraction. Since time began, Sherry and Quinn unknowingly are fated as mates in a mystical union. Their instinct to bond becomes unbearable as strange and garish events begin to take place all over Denver and Quinn's protective nature over Sherry explodes.

A rip in the energy shield within the ley line have Dark Fae crossing realms, hungry to harness enough power to bring down the worldwide shield. It's up to Sherry to repair the break before the Fae find her. And it's up to Quinn to keep her safe.

When Sherry's friend is kidnapped, she comes out of hiding to face the enemy. Only the person lurking in the shadows isn't who she expected to find as the face of evil.

   He glared at the back of the man’s head, then noticed the rippling of the driver’s skin. It wasn’t the sign of shifter. This type of creature existed, but he had not seen one for years. Quinn sniffed, inhaling deeply while pushing aside the sickening cherry odor mask. He locked onto the underlying scent. Pervasively rank, and there was only one type of creature that had this stench. He tapped on the glass separating the compartments and the driver peered into the rearview mirror. The eyes that stared back were not human and they were not shifter. Hell, vampires didn’t even possess eyes like those. No whites. Complete black cavernous pits stared back at Quinn, but then the driver looked forward as the car in front braked.
    The cab skidded to a stop. Quinn opened the cab door on the opposite side from the driver and chugged forward onto the street.
     “Shite,” he swore, skidding to a stop as a car flew in front of him. He sprinted across the two lanes of oncoming traffic. The screeching of breaks behind him got his attention. The driver U-turned the cab, staring at him as though memorizing him. Absorbing.
    Quinn did not have the luxury of pondering that messed up ride. It was the past. The present mattered. Getting his head on and back to the Den paramount. He had to get his bearings. The park was up ahead along Mile High Circle. He was about five kilometers from the Den. He took to the sidewalk and dialed Sherry’s number while keeping tabs on the traffic and people on foot.
    When she answered, he nearly shouted, “Can you leave? Right now? Weird got a whole lot weirder. What type of creatures flicker?”
    “Is this some warped game of twenty questions?”
    “No joke. Do you know? I’ve had some experiences. I got out of the cab it was concerning enough.” He didn’t want to sound an alarm if he were wrong. The Unseelie hadn’t been seen in Denver in fucking forever. He had to be wrong.
    “You said flicker?” Sherry’s voice rose. “Do you remember my last request? Quinn, words travel beyond the cell lines. Do not say another word on the subject. Where are you? I’ll pick you up.”
    “Meet me at Bryant and Mile High. There’s a hotel on the corner.”
    “I’m leaving now.”
    “Lock your door.” A sharp chill tore through his nerve endings. The Lycan in him wanted to howl. He was supposed to be the one protecting Sherry. Not the other way around. This was all wrong. If he shifted, he could make it back to the club. His instincts rallied. No. His name had been on the court sign in. It was no secret he was part owner of several LoDo businesses. Easy to track. This made sense. Sher had to leave the Den. “Do you have a gun?”
    “Flickering skin? We’ll need more than a pistol,” she whispered. “You need to take care. I’m on my way.”




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Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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Pressing her hands to her forehead, she wiped her fingers over her brows. Jeez, she had not needed to use her powers for her personal use until this moment when she thought she would succumb to Quinn’s advances. Her body radiated from the energetic reconfiguration. She chanced a speedy glance down her body to verify she’d gotten it right. Nothing backward, missing, or an additional appendages coming through a portal. Sherry wiggled her fingers just a slight assurance that things were working as she remembered.
Then she heard. “What the fuck?”
Oh yeah, it was about to rain down buckets of disbelief. “Please. Hear me out.”
“What in the world are you capable of Sher?” Quinn took a step toward her with his palms facing up. “I’ve never had a woman want to escape from my embrace to the point of dissolving into thin air. What the hell just happened?”
“It wasn’t dissolving. What I mean is I didn’t dissolve. Merely transferred my physical presence. From one reality into another, and then back. Time and space aren’t rigid. It’s physics… not fantasy.”
“Physics, my arse,” he swore. “You and I need to talk. I don’t know what’s going on, but I do know you and I have more to discuss than financial reports and who’s on first base at some bachelor party. Is this what you do when you’re off from work?”

“Don’t get excited. I haven’t done anything like that in years. If you discount yesterday.” She waved her hands at the confusion blanketing his face. “Look, it just happened. Please, Quinn, can we just forget it. I promise it won’t happen again. You’re overreacting and considering you’re a shifter, that’s rather provincial wouldn’t you say?”

“Oh so, it’s okay for you to bend the rules. I should have known you weren’t as tight-laced as you pretend. I do respond to a simple ‘no’ from a lady.” Glowering, he picked up his mug of coffee and took a long slow sip, eyeing her over the rim. After shaking his head, he moved from his position at her desk. “Here, take your seat back. I don’t want to force you into another disappearing act.”
The tension had ratcheted way up between them. She considered for a moment how unusual her little stunt was on a scale of one to ten. If he were a regular guy, one hundred and ten. But he was Lycan for Christ’s sake and off the charts on many issues. Still, what she did kinda rocked. Was it an eleven in his world? More likely a twelve. No wonder Quinn stared at her without blinking.
She arched a brow. “Don’t you do something of the sort? I mean shifting is pretty much the same.”
“Doll, vanishing into thin air is hardly the same. Now you see me-now you don’t. No. Sherry. Guess again.”
It wasn’t exactly disappearing. Not that she couldn’t. But that was downright crass. Bodies changing from human to primal form was no different than a welt rising and falling in her mind. Shifters’ contorting forms were accepted on certain limited terms by humans. That was one reason why the Downtown Den existed, giving all sorts of shapeshifters a place to go when their urge to hunt and mate became unbearable. Why did he continue to stare at her with such a look of utter disbelief?
“Don’t treat me like you’ve had your face slapped. I felt trapped is all. I’m not some carnival act. Are you going to pretend you don’t know about spellcasters.”
His jaw dropped. “Really. Well that explains so very much about you.” His eyebrow quirked, his whole arrogant manner egged her on.
“You’ve an overpowering way about you. I’m not ready to… have sex. In my office,” she quickly added.
“I wasn’t going to ravage you. From your moans, you seemed pretty fired up. And all this time, you’re a spellcaster. I wished you’d told me sooner.”
She refused to tap into his awareness. That would be grounds for a resounding lecture by the Sisterhood Council in protocol. “I bet you’re thinking, is that how I get so much done? Don’t bother. I’ve heard it all. Really, Quinn. Is that how you’ve been accepted? Like a freak of nature?”
“No,” he said in low voice.
“Liar. Some of those so-called normal people treat shifters with disdain. My God how can you forget the laws in place, ordinances that dictate no public shifting permitted in city limits? How does that make you feel?”  He ate, slept, and worked the law. She crossed her arms over her chest, and clenched her jaw.
“You’ve got the wrong idea. Way off base. I’m just in shock. I’d thought you were…a woman.”
“I am,” she snapped. “I’m just a little different. I’m… a spellcaster. Third level.” There she’d said it. The truth she’d kept bottled up for years. She struggled to stop from shouting the words. But in the end, the truth came out a soft whisper. “A regular conjurer working nine-to-five.”
“Excuse me. You’re what?” he roared. “Jesus H. Christ! Full-blooded. I thought you meant you had a great-great-great aunt somewhere in your lineage. Let me see the mark. To prove you’re a full-blooded spellcaster. I know there’s a secret mark.” 

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