Teaser Tuesday

Fat & Fine first kiss

BB 5 Cover 1Sam and Brady have a rough relationship. When she meets him she is curious about him, but a little intimidated by him. But when he decides he wants to kiss her, Sam has a hard time doing anything but respond. How could she not?

Excerpt from Fat & Fine

“I’m not beautiful, Brady. I know that, I’ve accepted it. I’ve been told enough lately that I’m horrible to look at and it’s sinking in-“

“No!” Brady yelled again. “God dammit it’s not true. When I look at you I see your curves, yes, but I love your curves. But there’s so much more to you than your looks. You have gorgeous eyes and a laugh that lights up the room. Those guys are stupid fucking assholes who’ve never bothered to know you. You’re amazing, Sam, and I want you to keep coming here because I like seeing you. I don’t want to miss out on a chance to share even a few minutes with you.”

My head was spinning. It was only a few minutes after I’d fallen for another guy flirting with me only to tell me he was disgusted by me. Could I believe anything Brady was saying?

“Please, Sam, believe me. I know it’s hard to trust someone, especially right now after what those assholes said to you, but it’s the truth. Jesus, I need to… fuck, I can’t stop.”

Before I could ask him what he was talking about his lips were on mine. He pressed me against his closed door and pinned me in with both hands on either side of my head. He leaned into me, his firm body pressing against my soft one. I felt his desire for me in his kiss, on his lips, in the pressure of his tongue against my lips, silently seeking passage into my mouth.

My lips fell apart, letting him in. His tongue dove into my mouth as though he was afraid I’d close it again. He tasted like sweat and heat and something fresh. It was something I knew I’d never forget, a taste that would be with me forever, long after Brady decided I was just another fat girl when he needed a skinny one.

Our tongues played together, learning each other’s mouths, where the other reacted, how the other felt. I wanted to kiss him forever, feel his body against mine forever.

My hands drifted up his shirt, over his muscles. I felt the skin twitch beneath the thin cotton. I loved feeling a man come undone, losing control of his muscles and his grip on himself. Brady trembled against me, leaning his hips against me and letting me feel how much he wanted me. I moaned at the feeling of him, as though I didn’t believe he could want me until I felt the proof of it against my stomach.

Brady broke our kiss and drug his lips down my sweaty neck. “Jesus, Sam, you taste amazing,” Brady whispered against my skin. “I can’t get enough of you, baby.”

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Plump & Pretty Cover Reveal

BB 6 Cover 1

Riley is a quiet woman. She likes to read, hides behind her books. She doesn’t date much and thinks no one would be interested in the quiet, plump girl with her nose in a book.

Connor was the high school hottie. Riley knew of him, but never knew him. So when he approaches her at a wedding she’s baffled that he knows she exists let alone knows her name.

When everything Riley’s ever wanted seems almost within her reach she starts to wonder if it’s possible, or if it was just a dream all along.

Excerpt from Plump & Pretty

My reaction to him was instant and undesirable. I didn’t want to want him still. It’d been almost twelve years since I’d seen him, but he was as gorgeous as he’d been back in high school, maybe even hotter. His chest was bigger, wider with his shoulders. His waist narrowed in a way I could only dream about. His hands, always my weakness with men, were thick and strong. I knew he was 6’4”, one of the many statistics I’d memorized about him. His blue dress pants and white shirt could have been cut from the finest of fabrics, but only being on his body made them look that good. Hell, even his skinny tie, that perfectly matched his pants, helped make him look hotter. I kept looking up and saw his blue eyes blazing with a fire I’d never seen directed at me before. A small smile quirked the edge of his mouth, making me realize I was staring at him.

And in turn my friends were staring at me.

Shit.

“Who’s Connor Lee?” Carrie asked, her eyes bouncing between us like she was watching a tennis match. The question in her gaze told me she was trying to decide if he was off limits, and if he was worth her time.

I shook my head and broke away from his gaze. He wasn’t looking at me, he couldn’t have been. I didn’t want to look behind me to find the thin, gorgeous woman he’d been smiling at. After all, Connor Lee didn’t know who I was. There was no reason for him to be looking at me.

Except for that whole staring at him thing.

“Connor Lee is just someone I went to high school with. Mr. Popular, dated the prettiest girls, had all the cool parties, you know the type.”

Lexi and Carrie nodded. “The hottest guy in school that every girl dreamed would walk up to her one day and kiss her. So what’s your history with him?”

I scoffed. “My history? Non-existent. He didn’t even know I existed in high school. He was a year ahead of me, but his senior year he dated a girl in my homeroom. Her locker was next to mine so I saw them making out all the time, but he never saw me.”

Carrie narrowed her eyes in his direction as though looking at him would tell her if he was a jerk. Of course, knowing Carrie, she might actually be able to read something on his skin that told her the truth. As for me though, I wasn’t going to even glance in his direction again. Connor Lee was as far out of my league as you could get. There was no reason to even care that he was at the wedding. It didn’t matter.

“He’s still looking over here,” Lexi stated as though it would make a difference.

I rolled my eyes. “He’s probably checking out someone behind us. Or maybe he thinks I look vaguely familiar and is trying to imagine me 100 pounds lighter, when he’d actually have given me a second glance. Let’s go to the reception.”

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Bulky & Beauteous Release Day

Nine months ago I wasn’t sure this day would ever come! I had just been diagnosed with Stage IV-B Hodgkin’s Lymphoma, and I was scared. I had just started writing Bulky & Beauteous. I stalled. I told myself I wasn’t going to, but I did. I was scared, and tired, and worn out. But months later (too many months for me) I finally finished it. And now you can read it!

Bulky & BeauteousAddi is reliable, always there for everyone. She does everything for everyone, neglecting herself. When her kindness and selflessness is tossed back in her face, Addi snaps. She doesn’t want to be seen as a doormat, but she knows that’s how others see her. Addi takes a page from her irresponsible sister’s playbook and decides she’s going to make some changes in her life.

Joey is a ski bum with no future, Addi is sure of that. What Joey does have is the power to ignite a passion inside Addi she was sure had died off long ago. She keeps him at arm’s length emotionally, but lets him a lot closer physically.

When someone is hurt during one of their interludes, Addi questions the person she’s become. When the smoke clears, Addi has to figure out who she really is… reliable Addi or carefree Addi.

Excerpt from Bulky & Beauteous

He came at me as I approached him. Our mouths collided the same time our hands met each other’s bodies. His tongue was hot and smooth in my mouth, urgent, needy. Desperate. Just like I felt.

I had to touch him. I didn’t care how cold it was outside or who might be able to hear us. I needed to feel him.

My hands tugged at the zipper on his jacket, then shoved it over his shoulders once I could. He groaned at the restraint and released me so he could shrug out of his jacket. I took advantage of his position and stroked my hand over the hard ridge of his erection, making his body lurch toward me.

He yanked off his jacket and tugged mine free, his movements as frantic as mine. When his hands went to the front of my pants I froze.

Shit, was I really doing this? Was I really going to fuck him in the woods?

Unaware of my sudden panic, Joey kept working his way into my pants, his lips on my throat, his hands close, so very close to where I wanted him.

Right?

I was being crazy. We were in public. I barely knew him. I couldn’t do it.

Then I heard the whoops of someone on the slopes. The voices of skiers so close, but separated from us. Hidden, in our own private spot. Holy shit, it turned me on. And then Joey’s hand was there. Brushing my bare skin. Hot flesh, cold air.

His fingers touched me, barely grazing across my center. I arched into him like a greedy cat. It was fitting, in a way, considering how desperate I was for his touch. He stroked me, soaking my panties and his fingers, before delving inside.

My knees gave out and his other arm came around me, supporting me. “Lean on me,” he growled in my ear. I had no choice but to listen.

I draped my arms around his neck, my face buried against his sweater. I smelled the musky scent of him, the clean, fresh air, and the pine scent of the thick trees surrounding us. It was a heady mix, made that much sweeter by his ministrations between my legs.

“Yes, Addi, just let go for me,” he groaned, a pained sound that made me wonder if he was as close as I was. Jesus, he was talented. My hips moved on their own, controlled by the hand buried deep in my pants. I wanted to strip off all my clothes to relieve the heat building up inside me, but I knew only one thing would truly help.

And with just a few more strokes of his thumb over me, a few more thrusts of his fingers deep inside, the heat built to four alarm fire status. I burned up from the inside out, flames licking at my skin, or was that his tongue? I didn’t care. My body hurtled toward its release, whether trying to outrun the fire or ignite it further, I didn’t know. Stop, drop, and roll flashed through my head, instantly making the elementary school lesson a dirty idea for adults.

Joey chuckled, his hand slowing as I came down from the high he put me on. “Stop, drop, and roll? Is that next?”

“I said that out loud?” I asked, embarrassed.

“I think it’s a great idea. Well, maybe not the stop part.”

His hand was still inside me, his fingers connected to my most intimate parts. And we were talking about fire drills.

His finger stroked against my core again and I moaned. “Definitely not the stop part,” I agreed.

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Bulky & Beauteous First Kiss

Bulky & BeauteousBulky & Beauteous will be out in a week! I’m so excited that it’s finally here. It was a really hard book for me to write since I was writing it throughout my whole treatment, but it’s done and it’s finally ready for you to read it, or at least a little bit of it. In a week you can read the whole thing!

Excerpt from Bulky & Beauteous

A first kiss was such a simple thing. So basic. So ordinary. Memories of my first kiss were burned into my brain. The awkwardness. The strange feeling. The confusion. Why did anyone enjoy kissing? I wondered at a young age.

But when you’re tucked back off a dirt path, behind the baseball field, doing something few of your friends had done, it was weird. I can still see him coming toward me, his mouth and arms open, ready to embrace me. When our lips collided there wasn’t anything gentle or sensual about it. Two thirteen year olds didn’t know how to kiss, even if one had done it before.

At 29, a first kiss was different. We were older. We knew what we were doing. The awkwardness was still there, but I knew what to expect from kissing. I knew how wonderful it could be. I knew what a good kiss was, and I was fairly certain I could deliver on my end.

Even with all that knowledge, nothing could prepare me for the first brush of Joey’s lips across mine. That first touch was like being struck by lightning. A spark, which I tried to pass off as a product of the dry air, ignited between us. I gasped, my lips parting ever so slightly, but enough for his tongue to dip into the gap. I felt the softness of him against the inside of my lips and was immediately hungry for more. My mouth fell open, welcoming him inside.

He didn’t hesitate. Confidence poured from him, drawing me in and making me wish I was the person I pretended to be with him. I craved that self assurance, that ability to know exactly who I was.

Then his tongue swept through my mouth and I didn’t care anymore. I wanted him. I wanted to be with him. I was a whole new Addi with him. And I was going to enjoy it.

A rumble erupted from deep within me, matched by one from him. His fingers tightened in my hair, tugging me to him. Our bodies pressed together, the thickness of our layers preventing me from feeling everything I wanted to feel. I shook my gloves free, frustrated at how long it was taking me to get them off. The bite of the cold air took me by surprise and made me sigh with contentment. Finally, I could feel him.

My hand speared under his hat, digging into his unruly brown hair. I pulled him tighter against me, aching to feel him. He spun us and leaned me against a thick tree trunk. His body rubbed against mine, his hardness evident through his ski pants. My mouth watered and my core burned at the thought. Damn, if he was that big through layers I could only imagine what it would be like if I stripped him down.

My hands didn’t get the message. As if they had a mind of their own, my fingers stroked him through his pants, outlining the ridge of his erection. A groan tore from his throat and his hips thrust into me. His mouth slipped from mine and burned a path down my neck, tucking under my scarf to nibble at my collarbone. My eyes fluttered closed again, the sensation of his lips and hands on me more than I could bear.

I couldn’t stop my hands from diving into his pants. Thankful he wasn’t wearing overalls, my cold hand met his hot skin, making him jump. I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. All I could think about was having him in my hand. When I finally made it, I wrapped my palm around his silken steel shaft, earning another thrust from him.

He growled and nipped at my neck again, rolling the tendon between his teeth. I stroked him quickly, desperate to feel him lose control. I felt beautiful, desired, powerful. With him in my hand I dropped to my knees in the snow, looking up into his eyes. The question was there, and was met with an answer. An answer that told me I had fooled one person into believing I was the new Addi. The carefree Addi. The seductress Addi.

I wasn’t the Addi who refused to get under a table for a stranger. I was brave. I was confident. I was going to kneel in the snow and give this beautiful man the best blow job of his life if it killed me.

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Shapely & Stunning, So Sweet

Shapely & StunningMike and Lexi have a passionate relationship. When Lexi breaks up with Mike he isn’t willing to accept that, but Lexi is holding strong. Until Mike shows up and banishes all thoughts of other men.

Excerpt from Shapely & Stunning

“God, Lexi, I don’t know if I can stop.”

“Then don’t,” I told him, looking deep in his eyes. I knew what he was talking about. He hadn’t put on a condom. We’d always been safe. We’d always made sure there was no risk of anything. But I trusted him. I knew we were both okay and I knew I didn’t want to have anything between us.

“Are you sure, Lex? I’m clean. There’s been no one since you. Since our first time.”

I nodded. “Me too, Mike. I’m on the pill and I’m good. Luke just kissed me, we didn’t sleep together.”

Mike looked at me, his eyes showing a hint of disappointment. He closed his eyes and it cleared when his eyes met mine again.

“I’m going to make you forget every second his lips were pressed to yours. I want you to only remember the feel of my lips on you.” He kissed my neck. “My tongue on you.” He licked my ear. “My cock inside you.” He thrust his hips against mine. I moaned and clenched down around him.

His jaw ticked.

“Did he make you feel as good as I do, Lexi? Could you imagine him touching you? Did you want him to?”

“I wanted to forget about you,” I confessed. “I wanted to hurt less.”

Mike rested his forehead to mine. “You’re never going to want to forget me again, baby. You’re only going to want more of me. I’ve been miserable without you. I don’t want to feel that way again. Just you, Lexi. I just wanted you.”