Saturday, September 29, 2012

Snippet Saturday - SEX, LIES & VAMPIRE HUNTERS

Since it's almost October, I thought I'd get the month started off with a little vampire magic. Enjoy!

Sex, Lies & Vampire Hunters

by Myla Jackson


Blurb

Night shift emergency room nurse, Julie Taylor is on the verge of a great love affair and steamy sex after a really long dry spell. Her soon-to-be lover, Roger, is everything a girl could wish for. Tough cop, sexy as hell man and really nice guy, he's her dream come true. But with both of them working wacky shifts, they never find time to be together and her long dry spell is only getting longer. Just when they schedule a night off together, the unthinkable happens. Julie is attacked by a vampire and turned into one of the living dead. With her life over, she's still unwilling to end her sex life. But how do you tell your boyfriend you're dead and one of the bad guys he's sworn to destroy?

Roger Decker dared to love again after his lying, cheating ex-wife fooled around on him left him for another guy. The incredibly honest, sweet and sexy Julie is the only woman who's been able to sneak beneath his armor and resuscitate his heart. Now, when he finally has the time off to tell her how he feels, weird things happen. Strange creatures appear in the night, targeting his newfound love. Does his sweet and loveable Julie have a dark side? Is she like every other woman and lying to him? And why does she totally avoid him during the daytime?

Excerpt



With a worried frown, William blew out a long, steady breath. “Maybe you better sit down.” 

Uh-oh. She didn’t like the way he was stalling. “What, did the landlord evict me and I stumbled out into the street, devastated and homeless?” 

“No, nothing as simple as that.” 

“That’s simple?” Double uh-oh. She perched on the edge of his bomber-jacket brown leather sofa. “Okay, I’m sitting. Just tell me already. I’m dying here.” 

“You can’t die, Julie. You’re already dead.” 

Her mouth dropped open. “Huh?” Who was he trying to kid? She was a walking, talking, gawking person sitting in his living room. “Uh, William. Have you been smoking some wacky weed or something? Hellooooo. If I’m here talking to you, how can I be dead?” 

“It’s complicated.” 

“Try me.” 

“Then keep an open mind.” His eyebrows dropped toward the bridge of his nose in a V. 

“I’m open.” 

“Julie, last night, you were turned.” 

“Turned?” She grasped for any possible meaning she could come up with for the unfamiliar phrase. “Like a fruit held too long on the branch turned?” 

“No.” 

“Like coming out of the closet gay turned?” 

“No.” 

“I give up.” She sat back against the couch, her arms crossing over her chest. “What do you mean?”
“Turned as in from human to vampire.” 

She could have caught flies as low as her jaw dropped. “William, I’ve known you, what, a year and a half, maybe?” 

“Yeah.” 

“And this is the first time you’ve ever done anything remotely weird.” 

“So?” 

“So.” She pushed up from the couch and strode for the door. “I’ll cut you a break. I’m going home to shower and bed. When I wake up, maybe we can start this conversation all over. ‘Cause I know you didn’t just say I’ve been turned to a vampire, and I know you’re not crazy. I’m counting it as a really bizarre nightmare I’ll wake up from after a decent amount of sleep.” 

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Other Authors participating in Snippet Saturday:
Rhian Cahill 
Shelli Stevens
Anne Rainey
Jody Wallace
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Lauren Dane
Shiloh Walker
TJ Michaels
 Leah Braemel

Thursday, September 27, 2012

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WINNER IS CAROL L (Lucky4750)



Night shift emergency room nurse, Julie Taylor is on the verge of a great love affair and steamy sex after a really long dry spell. Her soon-to-be lover, Roger, is everything a girl could wish for. Tough cop, sexy as hell man and really nice guy, he's her dream come true. But with both of them working wacky shifts, they never find time to be together and her long dry spell is only getting longer. Just when they schedule a night off together, the unthinkable happens. Julie is attacked by a vampire and turned into one of the living dead. With her life over, she's still unwilling to end her sex life. But how do you tell your boyfriend you're dead and one of the bad guys he's sworn to destroy?

Roger Decker dared to love again after his lying, cheating ex-wife fooled around on him left him for another guy. The incredibly honest, sweet and sexy Julie is the only woman who's been able to sneak beneath his armor and resuscitate his heart. Now, when he finally has the time off to tell her how he feels, weird things happen. Strange creatures appear in the night, targeting his newfound love. Does his sweet and loveable Julie have a dark side? Is she like every other woman and lying to him? And why does she totally avoid him during the daytime?

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Saturday, September 22, 2012

Snippet Saturday - Summer's End

Six Degrees of Desperation

by Myla Jackson 


Blurb

Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon with this story of approximately 19,000 words. Join Charli in her final adventure. The time has come for her to decide which cowboy she wants.
Choose or lose...
The time has come. After a fabulous night of sex, Charli thinks she's in love with Connor Mason, but he's told her that he's a one-woman-man and that he's looking for a one-man kind of woman. What's a girl to do when she's got a kind, decent and sexy hot cowboy in one hand and a mystery, masked, black-hatted cowboy with friends lurking in the shadows?
Does she go for the one she knows who will always be there for her and never let her down? Or does she opt for the adventure, excitement and possible desertion of the one who remains anonymous?
Desperate times call for...
With her decision pretty much made, Charli knows she will have to break the news to the losing team at the Cowboy Masquerade Ball. Wouldn't ya know, nothing turns out the way she plans.
Welcome back to the Ugly Stick Saloon with this short story about Charli's final foray into sexual fantasies with the cowboys of Temptation, Texas.
Warning: Mystery cowboy plays one last dirty trick on an unsuspecting, completely confused saloon girl...add a bit of anal sex, begging and noon naughtiness and you might get the sexually satisfying experience you were looking for all along...

Excerpt



“Hey, Charli.” Bunny Leigh bounced out of the driver’s seat and waved. Then she rounded to the rear hatch, opened it and retrieved a large bouquet of yellow roses mixed with happy white daisies. “These are for you.”
Charli stopped, her empty hand going to her chest. “For me? Who sent them?”

“Don’t know. Whoever purchased them called in the order while I was in the back. The name might be on the card.” Bunny extended the bouquet. “Careful, they’re heavy. It’s one of my favorite bouquets, yet.”

“It’s lovely.” Charli’s eyes filled with tears. She’d never received such a beautiful array of posies. “You’re really good, Bunny. Thanks.” Anxious to get inside and tear into the little yellow envelope sticking out of the middle of the arrangement, Charli hurried up the steps. She set the flowers on the porch and unlocked the door, scooping the flowers up into her arm and rushing inside.

Once in the kitchen, she dropped the bag and the vase on the counter and ripped the envelope from the plastic holder. Inside was a single flat card with words written in bold print.

Love you naked.

Charli flipped over the card, searching for a signature, initials, anything that would indicate who had sent them. Panic made her turn over the card several more times until she gave up and told herself the sender had to be Connor. He was the last man to see her naked.

“Hey, beautiful.” A deep rumbling voice sounded behind Charli.

She spun, the hand clutching the card pressed against her chest. “Oh, Connor! You scared the crap out of me.”

He smiled.

His blue eyes melted Charli’s knees. 

“The front door was open, and when I knocked on the frame, no answer, so here I am.” He held out a bunch of pretty red roses. “These are for you.”

Charli reached for them, the card still in her clenched fist, too many thoughts winging through her head to make sense. “Th-thank you.”

Connor’s gaze moved past her to the flowers on the counter, a frown pulling his brows together. “Nice.” He glanced her way. “Should I be jealous?”

Charli swallowed hard, the lump in her throat settling into her belly. “Uh, no. No, not at all.” She thought quickly. “I have a friend at the florist.” True, but not the whole truth, unless Bunny had swung the other way and loved her naked.

“Oh, well. In that case…” Connor hooked her elbow and dragged her into his arms, crushing the flowers and the note card between them. “I’m on an errand in town and, since I didn’t get to give you a proper good morning kiss, I thought I’d stop by.” 

His lips descended over Charli’s, warm, sensuous and oh, so wonderful. She melted into his arms, losing herself in his embrace, heat building low in her belly, her pussy dampening as his tongue slid between her teeth and claimed hers.

When he lifted his head, Connor gave a husky laugh. “I should have known a kiss wouldn’t be enough.” He set her away from his body and stared down at the bulge in his jeans. “You make me crazy.”

Still clutching the flowers, Charli forced a laugh past her kiss-swollen lips. “Not nearly as much as you make me.”

“I should go.” He held out his hand for hers.

Charli reached for him with the hand still holding the card.

“What’s this?” Connor touched the paper lodged between her fingers.

Charli’s heartbeat fluttered against her ribs, and she jerked her hand behind her back. “Just a note to myself.” She fought to keep from freaking out. What if he demanded to see the note? Obviously, he hadn’t sent the flowers, leaving Original Sin as the mystery sender and penman of the Love you naked note.

“Let me see.” Connor held out his hand.

Her first instinct was to shove the note into her mouth and swallow it to keep Connor from discovering her secret. But sure as she tried, she’d choke on it, he’d have to save her, she’d be embarrassed and he’d see the note all nasty and damp anyway.

Charli reached out with her empty hand and pulled Connor close. “I missed you, too.” She slipped her hand behind him, sliding it into his back jeans pocket, tugging him closer until the ridge of his fly dug into her belly. 
“Any chance your lunch break is long enough to take up where we left off?” She wiggled her hips, rubbing him suggestively.

His fingers curled around her waist and he held her still. “Don’t, unless you mean it.”

What had started as a ploy to distract his attention from the note had blown into full-fledged lust. Charli’s body burned so hot she feared her clothes would catch fire. Suddenly she couldn’t wait to get out of them and strip Connor naked. “I mean it. Can you tell me that you can wait until three or four o’clock in the morning to do this?” Charli stepped back, her fingers going to the buttons on her shirt, flicking them open one at a time. She led him toward her bedroom, her shirt falling to the floor.


Other Authors Participating in Snippet Saturday:

Rhian Cahill 
Anne Rainey
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
Lauren Dane
Shiloh Walker

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Snippet Saturday - Holiday

Alluring Tales Hot Holiday Nights:

Billboard Babe

by Myla Jackson



Blurb
A creative ad man's passion is aroused when he sees his buttoned-up coworker in a revealing new light—dressed in sizzling red satin on a giant billboard. . .

Brilliant advertising executive Angie Jordan (AJ) can capture the attention of the nation with her stellar advertising campaigns but she can't garner any notice from her sexy co-worker, Dan Adams. When her photographer friend convinces her she could launch her own campaign to win him over, she decides to do the wild thing and goes along with the idea. Killing two birds with one stone, she advertises the agency and hopes to get Daniel Adams's attention at the same time.

Workaholic Dan Adams likes advertising and loves when he sees a good idea. When he stares out his window at the mystery woman, he has to know her. He corners co-worker AJ for information, never suspecting the sexy woman on the billboard is none other than his office mate. The mystery woman haunts him and every other male in the country. But AJ isn't talking and the mystery woman remains anonymous. That night, the mystery woman shows up in his office clad in her sexy red dress and shows him what he's been missing as a workaholic.

Excerpt
Bryce sailed through Daniel's door and grabbed A.J.'s arm. "Here he comes. You sure I can't stay and see his reaction? I'd give my favorite lens to be here."

"You can't," A.J. said, her voice squeaking like a teenager's. "He'll suspect something. I'm not even going to be here."

Bryce tsked. "I'd love to see his face when he sees your...ahem...assets." With a smirk, Bryce left. A minute later, Bryce could be heard halfway down the hall saying, "Oh, hello Daniel. Fabulous day, isn't it? Almost feels like Christmas."

Fear fluttered in A.J.'s belly like a swarm of honeybees. What would he think? Would he know? Wasn't that the point? Didn't she want him to see her, not just the suit?

At the last minute, A.J. got cold feet and closed the blinds. Better to break it to him gently. Or better yet, not at all. Too late, she was trapped in Daniel's office. One way or another, the cat would escape the bag.

"Bryce," Daniel nodded to the photographer, in passing. Fabulous day? He'd yet to come up with a decent campaign to pull Tate and Westerfield Advertising out of the red. He and A.J. were supposed to talk this morning about an idea she'd had. Maybe she'd come through and both their butts would be saved from starting the New Year with pink slips.

Vince Mueller stepped out of his office two doors down from Daniel's. "Dan, my man. I see you and A.J. have been hard at work. I love the new campaign. It's freakin' fantastic." He clapped his hand against Daniel's back, grinning ear to ear. "Old Westerfield will be giving you two a raise by the end of the week." He pulled Daniel close. "What I want to know is where'd you find her? I want her full statistics and a phone number to go with it. Better yet, can you fit her in my Christmas stocking?"

Daniel sniffed his friend's breath. "Did you pull another all-nighter? Are you still high? What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me. You and A.J. struck gold on this one. Mark my words. I'm just jealous I didn't find her first."

"Find who?" Daniel continued on to his office and tossed his briefcase onto his desk.

With a frown, Vince followed Daniel into the dark office and spotted A.J. standing in the corner by the windows. "Oh, there you are. Daniel's been playing dumb with me. What's the scoop?"

A.J. blinked, her gaze shooting from Daniel back to Vince like a shiny orb in a pinball machine.

Daniel's eyes narrowed. "What's Vince talking about?" Had she done something without running it by him first?

Her rosy cheeks screamed guilt and she reached up to push her glasses back up her nose. That was the thing Daniel liked most about A.J. She was a terrible liar, and she knew it. Okay, so that wasn't all he liked about A.J. The trim curve of her hips encased in pencil straight skirts, the full swell of her breasts beneath her business suit jackets and the long smooth line of her neck had him panting in sales meetings.

But he'd made a rule a long time ago never to mix business with pleasure. Although, on more than one occasion in the past two years, he'd been very tempted to break a few rules with A.J.. "Did you need me?"
Okay, so that didn't quite come out right.

"I see you and Vince have things to discuss. What I had to say can wait." She ducked her head and scurried out of the room. If Daniel wasn't mistaken, A.J. was hiding something. Something big enough to make the self-determined young account executive leave the room as if her tail was on fire.

Vince whistled. "Damn she's got great legs."

"Leave A.J.'s legs alone," Daniel muttered, his attention on those firm, fabulous calves peeking from beneath her skirt, the incredibly tiny ankles and the arch of her feet in the low-heeled pumps.

"What do you want, Vince?"

For a moment Vince didn't answer, his head tipping thoughtfully to one side. "You've got a thing for her, don't you?" His focus shifted from the doorway back to Daniel.

"No, we just work together." His rule. He lived by it.

"You know if she was to lose the ugly glasses and let her hair down, I bet she'd be a knockout."

Daniel had no doubt about it. He'd wondered himself and had dreams about removing the glasses, business jacket and skirt. Fantasy. Pure fantasy. They lived and worked in the reality of this office. He dragged his gaze away from A.J.'s disappearing skirt to his friend. "What were you talking about when we came into my office?"

"Don't tell me she didn't tell you." Vince pounded Daniel's back. "Does our A.J. have a devilish side hidden beneath that prim and proper business act?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Vince marched straight to the window and tugged at the cord on the blinds lifting them all the way up. The cool winter sun shone into Daniel's office. "Her." Vince poked his finger toward the glass. "I want her number."

Daniel moved around Vince and stared at a woman staring back at him from a billboard-a billboard three times the size of a tour bus, stretching a full city block on the side of the huge warehouse building directly across from the Tate and Westerfield Advertising building. Her slinky red dress displayed more skin than it covered, the front dipping almost to her belly button, showing enough cleavage to cause a wreck.

Five stories below, tires shrieked and metal slammed against metal.

"Damn, did you see that?" Vince stared down at the street. "That car just stopped in the middle of the road and the one behind him rear-ended him."

Daniel hadn't seen it. He'd been too busy staring at her. Despite the cleavage, it was the eyes that had captured Daniel's interest. Eyes as fathomless as the galaxy stared back at him, a misty hazel with flecks of gold, green and blue lending mystery to her overwhelming beauty. Auburn hair hung over one shoulder in shiny sleek waves, brushing the sides of her breast. She was every man's wet dream.

"You feel it, too, don't you?" Vince said, his voice barely above a whisper. "She makes me hard just looking at her. And I couldn't have come up with a better slogan."

For the first time since he'd seen her gazing back at him, Daniel focused on the words below the beautiful reclining figure. "GOT YOUR ATTENTION?"


Others Authors Participating in Snippet Saturday:

 Rhian Cahill 
Anne Rainey
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Lauren Dane
Shiloh Walker
TJ Michaels

Saturday, September 08, 2012

Snippet Saturday - Talk Talk Talk

New Cover and it's back up on Kindle and Nook. Check out:

Trouble with Harry
Blurb
In 1924, Harry, and adventurous archeologist, uncovers his greatest find--the tomb of the daughter of Shah Azhi "the devil king", containing the magical stone of Azhi. Legend tells of the stone's great power to grant wishes. When Harry lays his hands on the prize, he's sucked into a bottle to sleep for over eighty years.
In the twenty-first century, lonely museum worker, Edie Ragsdale, has been tasked with cataloging the contents of a sarcophagus. Among the mummified remains of a long-dead princess. Edie finds a bottle. When she brushes away the dust of a thousand years, a naked Harry appears out of thin air. Because she was the one to wake Harry from his long sleep, Edie is able to wish for anything her heart desires and Harry has to grant it! Only her wishes don't always turn out as she plans and Harry can't control all the outcomes. Come along for a rollicking romp and learn that wishes don't always come true, and maybe that's a good thing!

Excerpt


The mummified remains of the woman smelled like dust and old bones. Edie had seen her share of mummies, each telling a story of its own. Tucked next to the mummy’s feet was a bottle, coated in the dust of perhaps thousands of years.
Curious, Edie carefully lifted the bottle and rubbed the sides with the soft cloth she kept tucked in her pocket.
The floor shimmied and thunder rumbled outside.
Edie set the bottle back in the sarcophagus and strode to the dingy window. Was it going to rain? She hadn’t brought an umbrella and she’d be walking home soon. Damn. Why didn’t I bring an umbrella?
What little bit of sky she could see between the buildings looked as it had that morning, although the gloom of dusk cast long shadows into the alley. No clouds skittered by, no hint of rain. Then why had she heard thunder? Maybe it was a garbage truck dropping a dumpster onto the pavement. Sometimes they made enough noise she’d mistake it for thunder.
No matter. The skies were clear and, as soon as she cataloged the items, she could go home. With a shrug, she turned back to her work only to stop dead in her tracks.
A tall, naked man stood next to the ancient coffin, stretching as if he’d just woken from a long sleep.
Edie gasped, the only sound in an otherwise silent cavern. This man very much resembled the pirate in her daydream. Dark-haired, suntanned. Her heart skittered erratically, her pulse banging against her throat. He was naked. Totally naked. Her gaze skimmed—okay, slowly perused—from the top of his shiny black hair and over his angular face, continuing downward. She panned the wide expanse of his smooth brown chest tapering to narrow hips. Nestled in the dark shadow of curly hair, his penis hung flaccid, but still most impressive.
Ohmigod! Edie’s face heated. She’d been staring at his privates. She’d never stared at a man’s privates before. What would he think? Then again, what was a naked man doing in her warehouse? Perhaps he was crazy. Maybe he was a sexually perverted lunatic out to deflower lonely virgins. Edie sank to the floor and gathered up a loose slat from the crate she’d dismembered.
If he was going to rape her, she wasn’t going down without a fight. She stood, her hand gripping the splintered wood. “Who are you and what do you want?”
The man rubbed his eyes and blinked, before he straightened and looked directly at her. “Who are you? And where the hell am I?”
The woman standing before him brandished a wooden slat in his face. “I asked first.”
Harry stepped back and, for the first time, realized he was completely naked. “Holy Jesus.” He leaned over to grab a board but the sharp corner of a board poked his chest. Reflexively, he crossed his hands over his groin.
“Don’t move, or I’ll scream.” The woman poked him again. “What are you doing here? And more importantly, why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”
“Look, lady. I don’t know what’s going on here, but I do not have designs on your person.” He reached to push the point off his ribs, baring his groin, again. “If you’d quit jabbing me with that stick, I’ll cover myself.”
Edie tried really hard to keep her gaze above his shoulders, but some things were just too noticeable to be ignored from the corner of her eye. “Oh.” Her cheeks burned and she stepped back. “Yes, of course.”
He leaned down again to reach for a board.
“Not with that!” The sharp edge caught him in the throat this time, puncturing the skin. Warm liquid oozed down his neck.
He straightened, his hands rising to rest on his hips. “How am I supposed to cover myself with you trying to stab holes in me?”
 “Here, use this.” She struggled with one hand to untie the strap around her neck and waist while maintaining her grip on the board. Then she tossed her canvas apron at him.
Harry deftly caught the apron in a single hand and held it like a fig leaf over the lower half of his torso. Had he drunk himself into a stupor last night? And where was he? Obviously, not in the desert. And why was this woman waving a stick at him. Had his performance in bed been that dismal?
“Go ahead, put it on,” she said, her face flaming, her voice shaking like dry leaves rattling in the wind.
“A lady would look away while a man dressed himself,” he grumbled.
“Look, buster, I’m not turning away for a second, so don’t even think about jumping me.” 


Other Authors Participating in Snippet Saturday:
Rhian Cahill 
Shelli Stevens
Anne Rainey
Jody Wallace
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Lauren Dane
Shiloh Walker
TJ Michaels
Leah Braemel