One of the stars of Silver Screen Dream! Please don’t let Johnny the Djinn know I call her a star, he’s convinced he’s the only one in the whole book, vain magical being that he is!

Anyway, meet the lovely, Bollywood loving Laura over at Hitting The Hotspot today and please excuse my terrible pun!

Be it a resounding hymn (you really can’t beat it) or a catch pop tune or a love song that hits me in the heart and brings tears to me eyes. Music plays with your emotions. I bet you can think of a song or several songs that evoke a strong emotional response. For me, I cannot listen to “Bright Eyes” from Watership down without crying, in fact just thinking about it is making my eyes sting with unshed tears.

Eternal Flame makes me feel mushy inside and More than Words makes me think of my husband and my heart feels as if it may burst with love when I hear it.

Now my Hero in Lyrical lives in a world of music, it’s how he feels emotion and how he blocks himself off from the world. He likes the predictability of what he listens to and is scared of the world and all the emotion flying about out there. However Chloe is not going to let him stay in his safe cocoon, she’s determined to break through into it and ironically, she does this through her music.

Finally I see Chloe, guitar flung over her shoulder, her fingers tweaking and strumming as she tunes up. The jeans she wears stick to her shapely legs and the black t-shirt above them snugly caresses her curves, revealing a strip of flesh over her tiny, soft stomach. There’s a silver ring looped through her belly button, a little charm dangling from it. I want to go closer and see what it is, but I hold myself back. The black tamed hair of work is now let loose, the curls splayed over her shoulders, rippling with every movement of her head.

My own lips go dry as I contemplate her lips, bruise red and begging to be kissed. Her eyes are heavily made up, the colour over her eyelids a shade lighter than that on her sexy pout. She looks up, fastens me with her dark green gaze and smiles. I smile, waving that little kind of part wave people do when they’re kinda nervous. She waves back, wiggling her fingers one by one and giggling.

“Good evening, everyone.” She speaks into the microphone as she leans herself comfortably on the high stool. “My name is Chloe Green and I’m going to entertain you tonight.”

A rowdy cheer goes up from a group of drunken, big shoulder guys at the end of the bar but Chloe just smiles and takes it all in stride.

“I’m going to mix up some classics with a few songs of my own. Join in with any you know and please enjoy your evening.”

She sits back, breathes in deeply and closes her soulful eyes. Her hand rests gently on the guitar and then strums down in one, smooth movement, the note gently reverberating through me.

I do not know what she sings. The moment her mouth opens I am captured by her voice. Clear, low and sexy. I feel the sound wrapping round me, sliding down my back and chest, dipping to my crotch and teasing my dick to life. Each note is pure and unsullied, her tone perfectly plucking at my flesh, making it prickle and the tiny hairs stand on end.
I vaguely notice that the pub has gone so quiet that I can hear the clink of glasses. She pauses for breath and I erupt with applause. She stops to take a long sip of water after singing several melodious songs.

“This last song is dedicated to someone special.” She grins, leaning into the microphone. “I’ve only recently met him, but he’s unlike any other man I’ve ever known. I think I’ve been driving him wild all week.” She winks my way and my cock hardens further as my cheeks burn red with that attention. “Pete, this one is for you.”

Her voice flows over me again, the strum of the guitar a perfect background to her low, throaty whisper. I try hard to pick out the words as I watch her lips dancing around the song she’s chosen for me.
You know I can’t let you,

Slide through my hands.
Her voice swells as the chorus repeats,
Wild horses,
Couldn’t drag me away,
Wild, wild horses,
Couldn’t drag me away…

I realise for the first time that I wouldn’t want them to drag her from my life . She has driven me to distraction all week, I have the bruises to prove it, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.

So what songs stir your emotions?

Hello and welcome to another sexy, smoochy Sunday!

Today’s kiss comes from Getting Intimate, the middle book in my Getting Together Trilogy.

John and Terri have been dating for six months now, and John is anxious to commemorate this special anniversary. As much as Terri loves the time she spends with John, she still can’t shake her negative self-worth. When a series of misunderstandings drives the two apart, it’s up to John to convince the woman he loves that she’s the only one with whom he wants to be intimate.

And now, the snog, something a little different (and very hot!) this week:

“Oh, no you don’t, you naughty little boy you.” She lifted her hand away from my flesh and let her thighs open a little below me. “Trying to get off between Mistress’s thighs, eh? You should be ashamed of yourself. You are here to please me first and foremost, boy. Get off my lap.”

I quickly stood up and as I looked into her green, lustrous eyes, I found myself dropping to my knees. I wanted to please her.

“Good boy.” She smiled and patted my head. “Now, it’s your turn to make me feel good. I know you enjoyed your punishment, you naughty little boy. Well now, it’s my turn. I want you to pleasure me.” She lay back and hitched herself up onto the bed. “Come on, don’t dilly-dally. Get up here and make me feel good.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I gasped and crawled onto the bed. I was spoilt for choice. Her skin begged to be kissed, but I didn’t know where to start. I hesitated only a moment and then my lips gravitated to her toes. She giggled as my wet lips touched her ticklish feet, but as I sucked and licked she began to moan and buck her hips. I kissed one foot and then the other before I continued up over her cute, delicate ankles. Her legs were magnificent. Long and full, with shapely calves and thighs. She hated her legs. I don’t know why, they were the kind of legs that men dreamt of, or at least I did. I enjoyed slowly kissing up one, right to those sweet, full thighs that had given me such pleasure moments before. I wanted to continue but I felt wicked, so instead of lifting her knickers and devouring her, I directed my mouth down the other leg, back to her ankle.

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Today I want to let you know what’s coming because I’m excited about it all!

Firstly I’m going to introduce you to my Djinn, Johnny. He’s one of the main Characters in my Bollywood story, Silver Screen Dream which is the first book in the Djinn’s Amulet series.

Johnny can be pre-ordered right now so you can make sure you’ll be one of the first to read it on the 5th September when it is released!

Now get ready for something very yummy indeed, do you like Italian food? Well so does Fiona.

She wanted pizza, she got love.

Fiona was bored with her life but she didn’t realise that simply deciding to visit the local Italian restaurant for dinner one night would change it forever. When she laid eyes on the fit, young Italian waiter she fell instantly in lust. Carlo returned that ardour but how could their relationship develop when he had to move back to his home in Italy?

Pre-order Tasty Italian now and be ready to read it on the 19th September.

And, come ‘ere, there’s more! (Brownie Points go to anyone who can tell me who’s catchphrase that was) because in October you will be able to get your hands on a Blisseful threesome!

Two guys, a girl and an office sex bet.

Caroline hates working at Forbes and Richardson until she walks in on Matt and Connor kissing passionately against the photocopier. They admit they enjoy being watched and invite her to be the voyeur to their exhibitionism.

Watching leads to participation as the three of them agree on a bet that makes the working day all the more fun and definitely sexier. How brave is Caroline? What risks is she willing to take to get her ultimate prize –a threesome with the two hottest execs in the company.

On the 24th October this tasty threesome can be yours!

Now lastly (for now anyway) I am very, very proud to announce that Always Christmas in Lincoln will be released on the 12th December. Currently I can’t show you a cover but I can give you a sneaky peek at the blurb!

It isn’t really always Christmas in Lincoln but when Felicity gets her man it feels like it.

Felicity hates Christmas. It reminds her of a traumatic event from her childhood. She thinks the Permanent Christmas shop is tacky with its windows full of trees and tinsel all year round and would rather it disappeared from her picturesque home town.

When she discovers that Carl, who she lusts over every time she sees him in the tea rooms, is in fact the owner of Ho, Ho, Ho! She’s not quite sure what to think. It takes a sexy meeting in the middle of a fake winter wonderland to make her release the advantages of Christmas in the middle of summer.

As time passes, Carl and Felicity indulge in more sexy liaisons but as Christmas approaches Felicity doubts whether she is anything more than a sensual distraction for the festive shop owner and when her handsome ex, Sean sweeps into town on a quest to win her back she finds she has a tough decision to make.

Can Carl and his Christmas cheer win over her hardened heart?

I’m so excited already as I adore Christmas!

So there you go, is that enough to keep you going?

I want to thank Victoria for having me on her blog today. She’s such a sweetie for allowing me a spot.

I love writing and one of the reasons I love writing is because there are so many totally awesome people who I’ve met because I’m an author. My fans are great. I love getting letters from them. The author friends I’ve made are the best. I love going to conferences and catching up with people I haven’t seen in a while but I talk to on Facebook or Twitter.

Another part of writing I love is the characters I create. My favorite character so far is Jake Grant from Working It Out. Jake’s partner passed away six months ago and now he’s trying to pick up the pieces and move on, but the pain is sometimes too much. When he meets Lance Abbott he doesn’t want a relationship but he body won’t listen. The attraction is immediate.

During writing books like Working It Out I sometimes get so engrossed in the character’s lives that when I place my coffee order and they ask for a name, mine isn’t the first one to pop into my mind. Sometimes I think of my character’s names first.

I do fall in love with my characters too. Jake was easy to fall for. He’s nice, kind, good looking, sweet and sexy. Jake is also smart and just an all around good guy. I hope you can fall in love with him as you read Working It Out.

I’m a little sad that I’ve moved on from Jake Grant, he was an exceptional character to write. I’ve got other characters that I’ve grown close to over the books. I loved Marissa from Murder Stalks. I’ll be writing another Tony and Marissa book soon. Probably next year.

But through it all, all the edits that drive me crazy and the extended hours writing, my husband has been my best friend. I do write characteristics of my husband into every character, maybe that’s why I fall in love with them. The characters I write are infused with a bit of my friends and my husband. I hope you’ll find me on Facebook or on Twitter. I would love to have a chance to talk to you and get to know you better. You can find me at my website or blog.

I hope you enjoy this excerpt from Working It Out

Moving up Jake’s arm, he concentrated on the man’s neck, loving the feel of Jake’s body even if it meant nothing to Jake.
“This feels wonderful.” Jake’s voice was muffled by the sheets.
The compliment made Lance’s heart grow tight. If only he had the courage to lean forward and kiss Jake on the back of the neck. “I’m glad you like it.”
“Yeah, the massage feels good too.”
Lance stopped moving his hands, his breath stalled in his lungs. Had he heard Jake right? No way. He started massaging again. Jake groaned, and blew out a huge breath.
“You really need to take better care of yourself.”
“What do you mean?”
Lance breathed in deep, loving the outdoorsy scent Jake gave off. “Your muscles are knotted. You’ve been working out but you’re not getting enough water or proper nutrition.”
“You can tell that by my muscles?”
Lance sat on his stool and rolled forward. He ran his fingers over Jake’s shoulder blade. “This needs help.” He took Jake’s wrist and tugged his arm, stretching the muscles. “Is this a good stretch or too much?”
“No, it’s good.”
He laid Jake’s arm back on the table by his head but Jake let his arm drop. His hand rested on Lance’s leg.
Oh, my God, he’s touching me. Lance didn’t move, didn’t breathe.
Jake slid his hand up Lance’s leg stopping inches below Lance’s crotch. “I can think of a few more places that need attention.”
Lance’s face heated. He wondered if he’d read Jake wrong. What would happen if Lance slid forward two inches, forcing Jake’s hand onto his crotch?
“I like the way your hands feel on me.” Jake’s fingers moved over Lance’s thigh, teasing him.
Should he be brave and act on this promise of a good time? In any other situation he would pull back, but they were totally alone. No one would know. But all of his ethics training screamed through his head. He stood up and moved around the table, positioning himself where Jake couldn’t touch him.
“Time to flip over.” Lance couldn’t believe he was thinking of touching Jake sexually right now. What the hell was he doing? Damn him for mixing pleasure with business. He would have to refer Jake to another doctor.
Lance finished the massage. His boner strained the front of his pants. God, he couldn’t get that under control and from the looks of the blanket draped over Jake, neither could he.
Lance stepped away from the table, avoiding running his fingers down Jake’s body to his cock. He knew that if he touched Jake’s dick with his hands, his mouth wouldn’t be far behind.
“That was great,” Jake moaned.
“I’ll step out of the room for a moment. Just open the door when you’re done.”
Out in the hallway, Lance buried his head in his hands. He wanted Jake more than anyone he’d ever met before. The attraction was there from Jake too. But he couldn’t.
The door opened and Lance pasted a disinterested look onto his face as he walked into the massage room. Jake’s shirt was still on the chair in the corner. Lance drooled a little as Jake flashed him a huge smile.
“Feels so good.” Jake grabbed his shirt and toyed with it.
Lance stared at the man’s body, lusting after his chest and amazing six-pack. He should probably say something, but the throbbing in his dick had rendered him mute.
“Funny, for a while there I thought you were gay.” Jake chuckled and shook his head. “Kind of strange, wouldn’t you say?” He took two steps which placed him only inches away from Lance.
The little voice that told him he was getting deep into trouble echoed in his head and he shoved it aside before he reached up to pull Jake towards him. Lance slid his tongue along Jake’s lips, begging for him to open. When he did, Lance was taken aback by the power and sexiness in Jake’s kiss.
Hot tears filled Lance’s eyes as his throat closed off. It had been so long since he’d kissed another man. For a long moment their tongues played together, testing each other’s mouth. Lance forced himself to calm down. He didn’t want to be a blubbering fool after only one kiss.
Their bodies were plastered against each other. Lance could feel Jake’s dick bumping against his. Jake’s muscled chest under his hands was driving him crazy. He slid his hand down the back of Jake’s pants, running his fingers down Jake’s crack.
Jake spread his legs and shoved his pelvis forward. Lance reached into Jake’s pants and found Jake’s tight rosette and slid his finger across the opening. Jake moaned and threw his head back, breaking their kiss.
The front door chime dinged, and a woman’s voice called out. “Doctor Abbott, are you here?”
“Shit.” Lance pulled his hand out of Jake’s pants. “Get dressed,” he threw over his shoulder and exited the room.