#SatSpanks - Utterly Confused and Needy - A snippet from #Priest #EroticRomance SIN BIN

Hi again folks,

I hope this post finds you safe and well. What an intense few weeks it's been, and will continue to be for the foreseeable future. Our whole world has changed, including the way we do things. But in an attempt to keep some semblance of normalcy, I'm continuing to post on my blogs in my best attempt to provide some distraction and I hope some entertainment, while we're all sequestered. 

Take extra good care, stay safe and well everyone.

Kymmie

Picking up from where we left off last week an excerpt from Sin Bin

Frustrated, Camillah wiggled her ass. One of the strands laced around and caught her labia. She gasped at the sensation and arched like a cat. The intimate lash was as good as she’d suspected.

“You like that,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

Another blow caught both cheeks, and her pussy, but this time Cash soothed the sting with his fingers.

Camillah whimpered at the feather-light caress.

Oh, dear God, he was finally touching her! She closed her eyes and savored it.

A warm trickle rolled down her inner thigh, evidence of how aroused she was.

Cash circled the roundness of her ass in a wide radius.

Her skin was numb. She could no longer differentiate between the threads from the flogger or his fingers. He was keeping her utterly confused and needy.

About the Book:

When Daunté Bennifetto left home to attend seminary school, he never intended to return to the small town he’d grown up in. But it would seem God had other plans.

After Father Eton’s sudden death, Daunté finds himself in charge of his childhood parish and all of its parishioners, including Camillah Lima, the woman he can’t seem to forget. And true to form, the wild and spirited girl he remembers hasn’t changed a bit, headlining at a club as an exotic dancer.

When Daunté runs into Mrs. Lima—Camillah's disapproving mother—she begs him to intervene in her daughter's life, perhaps setting her back on the path to righteousness. Because of their sordid past, he knows he should stringently refuse, yet he can't seem to stay away. Night after night, Father Bennifetto finds himself worshiping at Cam’s feet, in a club appropriately named, The Sin Bin.

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RJ's Annual #AutismAwareness Blog Hop + #Giveaway @Rjscott_author

**** Contest is now CLOSED *** 

Winners have been announced in the comments section!

I'm honoured to once again join RJ Scott and a host of other wonderful authors and bloggers in RJ's Annual blog hop, highlighting World Autism Awareness Day, April 2nd and National Autism Awareness Month. Each participant will share a fact, a post and a prize.


Follow this link to RJ's master post and join us for the entire month of April. You might just win a prize but more importantly you'll learn a thing or two. 

This year the theme is Animals 

FACT: Service Animals provide companionship and support for children and adolescents with Autism Spectrum Disorders, when used in part with a child’s therapy. [Autism Canada]

Any dog lover will tell you that dogs have a sixth sense when it comes to understanding it's human's emotional needs and often respond appropriately. Like people, they can tell when you need a cuddle. Cats on the other hand can also seem to pick up on our angst but often seem unconcerned. They tend to come around when they need the attention. Even watching a tank full of fish can induce a calming sense.

In doing a bit of research for my post, I ran across a story of a family with two autistic sons. One child, has an especially deep relationship with the family’s dogs. However, his brother does not. The dogs are too unpredictable for him. Like any therapy or drug, sometimes it's not one-fits-all and a child's sensitivities as well as the family dynamic must be observed. But in some cases animal assisted therapies can make a big difference in a child's day-to-day life and progress.

Service Dogs can:
Provide increased safety for the child;
Help control the child by commanding the dog;
Passively teach the child responsibility;
Enjoy the right of full public access under the B.C. Guide Animal Act;
Lower aggression and frustration levels, leading to positive behavioural changes;
Provide comfort when the child is upset;
Add a degree of predictability to social settings for both the child and parents; and
Reduce social stress levels, allowing greater participation in education, as well as social and leisure activities. [Autism Canada]

Besides service dogs, there has also been great success with children and horses and of all things, Guinea Pigs, in a classroom setting. 

I found this year's topic a timely one. Over the past year, we lost our long-haired Chihuahua. We were lucky enough to have him enrich our lives for sixteen years. A long time perhaps for a small dog but not nearly long enough for us. Animals change lives.

Resources:

Local Autism Ontario

Autism Canada - Service Dogs

IAN - Interactive Autism Network

Lions Foundation of Canada Dog Guides

Autism Speaks Canada

#LightItUpBlue

Information on Autism

Autism facts and history

The National Autistic Society

Autism fact sheet

National Autism Association

68 things to know about autism

Kerry Magro

Facts about ASD

The CDC

I'd like to thank RJ for all she does to promote Autism Awareness and education. 💙

ENTER MY GIVEAWAY

This past year, I've been lucky enough to write for three very different erotic anthologies, with some of the most prolific, talented and popular authors in the genre along with authors who I am also a fan of. So I felt doubly blessed for the acceptance while in the meantime doing some fan-girling of my own to have my name alongside theirs. 

Love and Lust in Space (erotic, sci-fi, romance) 

They say your screams can't be heard in space... Unless you have a partner or two! Eleven authors take you on a trip where any pairings are acceptable, locations vary from spaceships to strange and futuristic worlds, and interesting and exciting objects can be used in sex play.

Ladies Only (f/f, erotic romance)

Worth a Shot

Samara Wynne thinks she’s finally found the perfect roommate, but Katie’s keeping a secret that could turn their dream home into a nightmare.

The Woman Next Door

What’s a girl to do when her arch nemesis moves in next door?

The Tiny Blue House

I am Molly Knowles. Please, marry me.

In the Flesh

Working undercover, nothing is ever as it seems…

Window Dressing

Can Jessie work with a woman with the looks of a pixie and the personality of a dragon to complete the most important task of her career?

AND Last but not least

Sacred & Profane (taboo, priest, erotic, romance)

Ten stories of temptation, romance, and blasphemy

Not even men of the cloth are exempt from God’s greatest gift: Love. In Sacred and Profane: Priest Erotic Romance, you’ll find stories of clergymen stepping outside their vows, pastors weaving divinity into their seductions, nuns and parishioners confessing to their body’s every earthly desire, and more.

Are you aroused by the blasphemous dance of sex and religion? The dangerous edge of eroticism contained within submission to something beyond oneself? The taboo juxtaposition of holy and sensual? Then Sacred and Profane welcomes you.

I'll be giving away an e-copy of each anthology. To enter the contest, please leave a comment below. It can be as simple as the name of a pet/animal you love or have loved. Also leave an email address where I can reach you and what antho you might be interested in reading. I'll choose three winners on May 1st. 

And remember to follow the blog hop all month through!

#6BestHop Karis is at it again- A Snip from New Adult #eroticrom Memories of Us

Sunday's Six of the Best is a blog hop intended for writers to share six paragraphs of a currently released work or from a WIP with readers.

Here's another 6 from new adult, erotic, romance, Memories of Us.

EXCERPT:

She hit the lever on the passenger's seat and leaned it back, practically lying down in the car. I thought she was going to go to sleep or pass out, and I was relieved. 

But then she started to almost pet her stomach. For some reason I found the action overly stimulating, though I thought almost everything she did was pretty arousing. She flattened out her palm and caressed lower. Then, I couldn’t believe my eyes, she snaked her hand down her shorts and she squirmed under her own attention.  

“What the fuck are you doing?”  

“Well you interrupted my action. So I need a little taking care of.”  

“Jesus Christ!” My cock surged to a painful length. 

“Ah, you don’t know how many times I’ve played with myself while thinking of you, Call.”

 Here's the Blurb:


Call Barstow spent the better part of his teenage years fighting off the sexual advances of Karis Hirt. Gorgeous, wild, promiscuous, and his best friend, Trey’s little sister, to boot. This in the teenage boy vernacular is referred to as pure unadulterated hell! 

Determined to keep his friends from his sister, Trey swears all his buddies to a hands-off-the-sister pact, which Call takes very seriously. Call’s pledge is only made more torturous when the sensual little vixen, Karis, is determined to make him break his vow. But his constant rejection only drives her to rebel, leaving her reputation in tatters.

Years later, Karis resurfaces in Call's life—a subdued version of the wild child he remembers. Suddenly the pact doesn’t seem important anymore, nor does her spotty reputation. As Call begins to reconcile the past-and-present Karis, he is inundated with memories of her and soon finds himself head over heels with the girl who consumed his youth. 

Can Call not only forget but overlook her shadowed sexual history for a bright new future? Or will Karis’ wild past only lead to their eventual ruin?

Available at

Evernight     Amazon

Hope you enjoyed the tease from erotic, new adult, romance, Memories of Us. Hop on through the linky list below for this week's 6 best participants.

#6BestHop Six More from #NewAdult Memories of Us

Sunday's Six of the Best is a blog hop intended for writers to share six paragraphs of a currently released work or from a WIP with readers.

Here's another 6 from new adult, erotic, romance, Memories of Us.

“Let me refresh your pitcher, so it at least looks like I’m earning my keep around here.” Karis leaned across the table, her blouse pulling tight over her full breasts as she retrieved the jug. “Be right back, fellas,” she said, and brushed up against me before she left. It was a move long ago contrived to drive me crazy and it still worked. My cock tugged. Hurriedly, I took my seat.  

Jack rounded on me with a knowing grin, his eyes huge with interest. “Did you hit that?” 

In a normal situation, I would have found this line of questioning amusing and a typical Jack comment, but this was Karis and like it or not, this was different.  

“Watch it, Jack,” I cautioned, through gritted teeth. “She was my best friend’s sister, and that is all.” 

“Ah, you poor fucker, I should have guessed. Knowing the kind of upstanding honorable guy you are, you stood by that unwritten dude rule, didn’t you? No sister fuckery. Ah, man, that must have been pure, unadulterated torture.” 
 
I followed his gaze to my teenage torment. The image of Karis in a tiny blue bikini shimmered in my disreputable mind. And suddenly I was back in the Hirt family kitchen…

 Here's the Blurb:

Call Barstow spent the better part of his teenage years fighting off the sexual advances of Karis Hirt. Gorgeous, wild, promiscuous, and his best friend, Trey’s little sister, to boot. This in the teenage boy vernacular is referred to as pure unadulterated hell! 

Determined to keep his friends from his sister, Trey swears all his buddies to a hands-off-the-sister pact, which Call takes very seriously. Call’s pledge is only made more torturous when the sensual little vixen, Karis, is determined to make him break his vow. But his constant rejection only drives her to rebel, leaving her reputation in tatters.

Years later, Karis resurfaces in Call's life—a subdued version of the wild child he remembers. Suddenly the pact doesn’t seem important anymore, nor does her spotty reputation. As Call begins to reconcile the past-and-present Karis, he is inundated with memories of her and soon finds himself head over heels with the girl who consumed his youth. 

Can Call not only forget but overlook her shadowed sexual history for a bright new future? Or will Karis’ wild past only lead to their eventual ruin?

Available at

Evernight     Amazon

Hope you enjoyed the tease from erotic, new adult, romance, Memories of Us. Hop on through the linky list below for this week's 6 best participants.

#6BestHop excerpt from erotic #NewAdult romance - Memories of Us

6 From New Adult Erotic Romance, Memories of Us

Here's the Blurb:

Call Barstow spent the better part of his teenage years fighting off the sexual advances of Karis Hirt. Gorgeous, wild, promiscuous, and his best friend, Trey’s little sister, to boot. This in the teenage boy vernacular is referred to as pure unadulterated hell! 

Determined to keep his friends from his sister, Trey swears all his buddies to a hands-off-the-sister pact, which Call takes very seriously. Call’s pledge is only made more torturous when the sensual little vixen, Karis, is determined to make him break his vow. But his constant rejection only drives her to rebel, leaving her reputation in tatters.

Years later, Karis resurfaces in Call's life—a subdued version of the wild child he remembers. Suddenly the pact doesn’t seem important anymore, nor does her spotty reputation. As Call begins to reconcile the past-and-present Karis, he is inundated with memories of her and soon finds himself head over heels with the girl who consumed his youth. 

Can Call not only forget but overlook her shadowed sexual history for a bright new future? Or will Karis’ wild past only lead to their eventual ruin?

6 Best Teaser: 

“You’re like an arsehole magnet, Karis. You know that? You attract the worst guys.”

“Well, maybe I wouldn’t go out with guys like him if the one I was really interested in would give me the time of day.”

I looked away, unable to hold her stare. Everyone knew she had a crush on me. “Well, just because no one else in this group has any morals doesn’t mean I don’t. It’s too bad you don’t respect yourself as much as I do.”

She spun around in a cascade of long blonde hair. “Don’t believe all the hype, pretty boy.” She walked back to within inches of me, brazen little bitch that she was. But I stood my ground and stared back at her, with what I hoped was a cold, disinterested expression.

“Besides, you’re not so different," she said. “You might not touch, but you look at me just the way the rest of them do. I’m gonna walk outta here and your baby blues are going to go straight to my ass and you’ll admire the cut of my bikini bottoms.” She wiggled her hips and I fought the overwhelming urge to look at the colorful triangle between her legs. “I’ll even put a little extra wiggle on, just for you, Call. And by the time I reach the diving board, you’ll be sporting a full-fledged hard-on, baby, compliments of yours truly, the asshole magnet. And as you stand here fuming and berating yourself that I can make your little Johnson tug like that in the first place, you ponder, what that makes you.”

She puckered up and blew me a kiss, then flounced outside. As promised, she worked that sweet, toned little backside all the way to the board. She strode to the end of it and pointed right at me, where I stood at the door watching, like an idiot. I couldn’t tear my attention away, like a fuckin’ train wreck. Then she dove into the pool with a dive that was Olympic swimmer worthy. As I turned away, I shoved my hand into my loose-fitting shorts and fisted the traitorous aforementioned hard-on.
 

Available at

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Hope you enjoyed the tease from erotic, new adult, romance, Memories of Us. Hop on through the linky list below for this week's 6 best participants.

Day 6 @Rjscott_author Autism Month and Competition #Giveaway Blog Hop #AutismAwareness

I'm honoured to once again join RJ Scott and a host of other wonderful authors in RJ's Annual blog hop highlighting World Autism Awareness Day, April 2nd and National Autism Awareness Month. This year the month long hop focuses on the five senses or what we may consider other 'senses', not only pertaining to autism but also other *sometimes silent* mental health issues. Each author taking part will share a fact, a post and a prize.


FACT:

Post:

A Mother's Sense...

I've suffered from anxiety for... it seems like forever. Even from my earliest memory. (I know some will scoff and think that is impossible) Back then it manifested as separation anxiety. I had trouble going to school. I missed a lot of kindergarten and the primary grades because the thought of being away from my mother was almost crippling. Every time she dropped me off I had this overwhelming feeling of loss and I was afraid she wouldn't come back for me or that something bad might happen to her and I'd never see her again. To this day, I've no idea why I was so frightened of her being out of my sight. She'd never given me any reason to think these things. She was always there for me and my brother and sisters. We were a close-knit, loving, church-going, hard-working, average family.

In my adolescence, I struggled with anxiety but then, as I guess teenage years do for a lot of people, it presented as self-esteem issues. Too much, I worried about what other people thought. And you would think by this time, I would have outgrown the fear of losing my mum but sadly, I hadn't.

During my teens, my father also travelled a lot and I started having dreams about him dying. And because of his travel, my father drank a lot, to combat his own loneliness and of course, once he was home, the drinking continued. There are several other factors and events here but you get the picture.

And in my adult years, I have dealt with depression. Here again, there are other factors, including our first born dealing with chronic health problems.

I've spent weeks in bed. Hiding from life, seeking the oblivion sleep provides rather than let my thoughts strangle me, or lead me to those dark places that call; promising peace, the forever kind.

I've self-medicated. Though I didn't know that's what I was doing at the time. Turned to alcohol at times but it made me feel even more like shit but sometimes mind-numbing of any kind is preferable to the alternative. And I lost myself in books, books, books, that took me out of my own head and blessedly let me live another's life.(and then I found writing, but that's another story).

I've done things I'm not proud of. Hurt my family. Cut off friends. Neglected my kids. Not in the abusive way, but somedays when they got home from school, I could not drag myself from my bed to be the mum they deserve.

It wasn't until my father did pass that I had to seek real help. Then I walked around in a fog of medication. Feeling numb. Which at times, is so much better than existing with the noise in your head, the doubts, the fear, the self-loathing. For anyone who has struggled, you know, finding the right medication and regimen can also be a long and arduous process as well. Building up to the right dosage only to find out that drug doesn't work for you, then you have to wean yourself off that one before starting something else. Then the cycle starts again. It's frustrating and makes you wonder if you will ever be well. Maybe you are unhelpable. That's not true, it's part of the illness. It's just finding the right balance for you. Medication, exercise, therapy, vitamins, diet. Whatever... It took me half my life to figure out what was wrong with me, it will probably take me the rest to get a handle on it.

Then I was blindsided ...

... when my daughter came to me and said, "Mom, I think I have anxiety."

NO!

"I've been reading up on it and I have almost all the symptoms...."

NO!

She was right. It's not that she hid what was going on. And she's never had a problem coming and talking to me. But Goddamnit, through all my own experience how could I have missed the signs. Where was that innate Mother's Sense that my child was in danger? That protective instinct to fight off any enemy stalking her? Or was I just in denial?

Or worse, I could have prevented this by being stronger, addressing my own issues so much sooner so that she didn't see it.

We never talked about what was wrong with me. She'd grown up with it, never questioned it. At least, she didn't question me about it. To her, that was just the way mum was and she loved me anyway.

We went to the doctor and my daughter has been on anxiety medication for several years now. She fights it, she takes the illness by the horns and she tells it who's in charge. Yes, she struggles but she goes at it with determination. She has a weak moment. She rants and raves or sleeps. She gets up, she dusts herself off and she goes at it again. She never gives up. A credit to her and her own fortitude, she never let her grades slip, she graduated high school with honours and was valedictorian. Yes, the girl with anxiety got up and addressed an entire auditorium full of people. Now she is in college, her first year away from home and she is doing very well. Something I never had the courage to do.

But once she was diagnosed, I came clean with her. I told her everything. About my past, my childhood. My father's alcoholism and his own depression and the fallout that became our lives. (It's all a vicious circle). But as I spoke to her, it was as if a lightbulb went off, as if she saw me, the real me, for the first time and it all made sense. That jagged piece that was always missing finally fell into the puzzle and she understood where it was that I came from and maybe where she fit into it too. And again, bless her heart, she loved me anyway.

We tackle our illness in such different ways. I hide, staying at home as much as I can whereas she is out there living life on her own terms. She's upfront and open to people about everything. My daughter has anxiety but it doesn't have her.

I have learned so much more from watching her deal with this and how she lives her life, than I ever did on my own. Before I didn't care to learn the whys of how I came to be what I am. But now I want to know. I have to know. So I can help her and help myself as we figure it out. Though, so far, she has helped me so much more than I have her. I often wonder who is the mother in all this. :) But I continue to learn, through her. She is a great advocate for mental health awareness. I'm learning brain chemistry is a complicated thing and very sensitive to even the slightest imbalance. Maybe some day, she'll help other people who deal with the same things we do.

Though I still often blame myself for what she is going through, she is the first one to shoot that self-blame down. She doesn't hold me accountable. This is an illness. Genetic. Environmental. In some cases, consequence of circumstance. Sometimes a combination of them all. It is what it is, and we have to be proactive in it. Deal with it. Keep moving forward.

My daughter strongly believes that everything happens for a reason. And although I hate that I have passed this horrible mind-muddle on to her, perhaps this did.

We are more than mother and daughter, we are sisters in this battle to be masters of our own minds. I am better, stronger and hopeful because of her.

Thank you for stopping by. For anyone struggling, don't give up. There is help out there. You don't have to do it alone. 

Resources:

Bell Let's Talk

Bell Let's Talk Facebook Page

Canadian Mental Health Association

Children's Mental Health - Ontario

Kid's Help Phone (Canada)

I'll be giving away a free ebook from my backlist and a $10 Evernight Publishing Gift Certificate to one lucky winner.  To enter the rafflecopter you can like me on Facebook or follow me on Twitter or If you have a helpful mental health link or if there is a bit of advice you could share that helped you or someone you know through a particularly tough time, please share it in the comments section below. The contest runs until the end of April. (you don't have to fulfill all the options to enter, unless you feel like it) Cheers and blessings.
 

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Evernight's Holiday Hangover Hop GRAND PRIZE iPad mini @evernightpub #Giveaway #Contest

Evernight's Holiday Hangover Hop (Jan 1 - 4)  

Happy New Year from Evernight!

Now that the Christmas cookies are gone, gifts unwrapped, and your holiday visitors have left, you’ve earned some well-deserved TLC. Evernight authors not only have the cure for your holiday hangover, they have fantastic new books for your 2015 reading list, too!

Be sure to visit every stop on the hop and answer each question. The more blogs you hop, the more chances to win the GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini sponsored by Evernight Publishing (one entry per blog). Plus, hop each blog for a host of other fabulous prizes.

So sink into your favorite chair and enjoy your holiday hangover... 

According to the Mayo Clinic (online) the symptoms of a hangover are: Fatigue and weakness, thirst, headaches and muscle aches, nausea, vomiting or stomach pain, poor or decreased sleep, increased sensitivity to light and sound, dizziness or a sense of the room spinning, shakiness, decreased ability to concentrate, mood disturbances, such as depression, anxiety and irritability and confusion. 

This could be me on any given day, no alcohol needed. LOL!

As for remedies, they suggest:

Fluids, such as, water and fruit juice. I usually crave something fizzy like ginger ale. 

Have a snack. Their suggestions are bland foods, toast or soup. I usually want something terribly greasy, like bacon, eggs or french fries. After I'm feeling better, of course. 

Pain killers. I usually do that one before I go to bed as a preventative. (doesn't always work though) Depends what I've been over imbibing on.  

Go back to bed. 

All common sense.

I know others use concoctions of some kind, like Bloody Marys. Or coconut milk, Gatorade or Vitamin Water. You've heard them all, right? Eat a banana or an apple. Bread or crackers. 

And as I was doing a quick little research, I found one I hadn't heard of. A Wasabi or mustard bath. It takes the toxins out of the body apparently. Who knew.

There's an entire Pinterest page dedicated to hang over cures. Check it out if you're in need. 

And last, my favourite option. Have another drink. 

Cheers All!
  

Here's a little sneak peek to my upcoming release and first collaboration with Evernight, entitled Next Weekend, coming out in January. It's about a couple going through a divorce but the wife, who initiated the proceedings, is more attracted to her husband after the fact than she was while they were married. Whaaaat??!!?? :D And then there's the (very mild burgeoning) D/s element. Hope you'll check it out.

(here's the unedited blurb)

Miranda and Jordan Lang cordially invite you to their divorce.

Jordie is not completely surprised when Miranda suggests they separate. Their marriage had been deteriorating from the moment they took their vows. Although heartbroken things didn’t work out with the woman he expected to spend the rest of his life with, he doesn’t contest her decision.

The only thing holding up the final divorce decree is the sale of their get-away cabin. In a weak moment, Miranda heads there for the weekend knowing full well that Jordie will also be there. Accidentally—on purpose, she seduces him and leaves an open invitation for another naughty weekender.

But the next time they meet, Jordie’s anger over the entire situation has kicked in and he finds himself being rough and commanding with her. And even more surprising, his ex likes it.

Follow Jordie as he finds and embraces his dominant side and Miranda her submissive self.

Will it be enough to save their doomed relationship or will the issues that drove them apart remain more than they can overcome?

Also watch for my second release with Evernight, coming in February 2015, Memories of Us

Enter for a chance to win Evernight’s GRAND PRIZE of an iPad Mini and my blog prize by answering this question (be sure to include your email address to be eligible to win):

My question to you, since we're all book lovers, Name your favourite book of 2014. I know for some of us that's a hard one. If you can't narrow it down, how about sharing your fav book of all time. I'll share mine with you, Jane Eyre. I know, shocker right! LOL

As for my giveaway, I'll be sending my winner a $10 Evernight Publishing Gift Certificate.

Hope you had a fantastic New Year's Eve. 

Hope you didn't do anything I wouldn't do. 

I'd like to wish you all a safe, prosperous 

&
Happy New Year
 

Your Holiday Hangover continues here:

Cranberries and Spice Thanksgiving #Bloghop and #Giveaway hosted by @Nblackthorne

Welcome to the Cranberries and Spice Thanksgiving

 Blog Hop and Giveaway!

I'd like to wish my southern neighbours a Happy Thanksgiving. Up here in Canada we celebrate our Thanksgiving in October so any reason to have another feast sounds good to me.

To celebrate I'll be giving away a $10 Amazon card (or if the winner prefers a GC from All Romance eBooks) as prize #1 and readers choice of my backlist to winner #2. I'll choose the winners at random on the 5th of December and announce them on the 6th. Please leave a comment and an email address so I can reach you if you are chosen as the winner.

Happy Thanksgiving and thanks to Natasha Blackthorne for being such a wonderful host. There's also a FACEBOOK EVENT where several of the authors will be popping in intermittently sharing excerpts and more flash giveaways.

Don't forget to checkout all the other Cranberries and Spice Blog Hoppers and authors, for more great prizes, giveaways and excerpts. The entire Blog Hop Linky list is at the bottom of this post. Be sure to hit them all.

Speaking of excerpts, let's heat things up a little bit. 
Although air conditioning is the last thing we need to think about with the snow on the ground out there and the dreaded wind chill, this excerpt features the deliciously handsome Billy Maas—AC repairman extraordinaire from erotic romance Hard and Fast. I hope it warms you up. 

Here's the blurb:

 Josslynn Rossdale has dedicated the last ten years of her life making her sister’s dreams come true, and happily so. But now that Pasha is on the cusp of taking the fashion world by storm, Joss realizes she needs some time apart from Pash to find her own direction. Temporarily breaking away from the fast-paced modelling industry, Joss returns to their hometown and decides that opening her own agency is the way to go.
 
An overly hot and humid summer season has kept repairman Billy Maas more than busy. But when he attends a routine service call, he doesn’t expect the most beautiful woman in the universe to answer the door, let alone allow him to service more than just her air-con unit.
 
But Joss isn’t looking for a simple fling. After seeing how happy her sister, Pasha, is with her husband, Lot, she wants some of that. Billy is fun and exciting, but their lives and interests are very different. So when Joss begins to have real feelings for the adorable Billy, she sees no alternative but to distance herself from the younger party boy—leaving the bewildered and lovelorn repairman with a crisis he can’t fix.

Chapter Two

Joss woke up early the next morning, too sticky and hot to remain in bed and called the superintendent about the air conditioning. She’d been trying to get it to work since she’d returned and now that she needed it, it wouldn’t even turn on.

This apartment had been hers and Pasha’s for years. They’d kept it even while they’d been stationed in LA, so they’d have a place to stay when they were in town—or a place to come back to if things hadn’t worked out.

On the way to the kitchen, Joss paused to open Pasha’s bedroom door. It was bright and beautiful just like Pash. Joss took a deep breath. It even smelled like Pash.
 
After taking a cool shower, she put on a thin tank top and a pair of sleep shorts as she puttered around, unpacking from the trip to Hawaii and her sister’s wedding that she’d been neglecting.
 
There was a knock at the door. She expected it to be the super. Her building was a secured one, so folks couldn’t come and go without being buzzed in. But when she opened the door, it was most certainly not the manager. Instead she met the amazing blue eyes of the man that had occupied her thoughts all night long.
 
His handsomely rugged features showed surprise as well. The corner of his mouth turned up boyishly. His gaze skimmed over her scant clothing, heating her up again. In a smooth, smug gesture he leaned against the doorjamb.
 
“You’ve got to be kidding,” Joss commented, amused.
 
“Did you call for a service, ma’am…?”
 
Joss snorted at his choice of words and he turned five shades of red then began to back track and trip all over his tongue to correct himself.
 
“I meant a service man, ma’am. Er…aw, fer fuck! Oh, shit, again, I’m sorry.”
 
Finally he just hung his head. Joss waited until he peered up at her through his lashes. He was too cute.
 
“Did my friends put you up to this? You’re not like a male stripper or something on the side, are you?””

“No. I’m here to repair your AC unit. Your super let me up. I had no idea who lived here.”
 
Shaking her head at the impossibility of it all, she stepped back and let him in. 

“This way,” she said, very aware of him at her back. Visions of him doing the most delicious things to her body invaded her mind, as they had last night while she’d tried to sleep.
 
Jesus Christ, this could have been the fantasy he’d imagined in bed last night, except for the idiotic things coming out of his mouth. In his dreams he was the coolest. But as he followed her down the hall, he forgot all about his flub when he became entranced by the sway of her hips and her long tanned legs. Not to mention the severe cut of her shorts, barely covering the most shapely arse he’d ever had the pleasure of pursuing. His dick twitched. God, she was absolutely stunning. Luscious, he thought, and that wasn’t a word, he’d ever applied to any chick.
 
“Right in here.”
 
“Whoo, it is warm in here. How long have you been without it?” he asked concentrating on what he knew calmed his nerves.
 
“I noticed it when I arrived home and have been complaining to my super since. I’ve been out of town until recently, as you know. I’ve missed most of the heat wave, but now that I need it, nothing.” She twisted the dial to demonstrate.
 
“Hmm, the last couple of days about every one I’ve seen to has been frozen up. 
The problem stems from being cranked on full bore for so many days straight. But that’s obviously not the case here.” Billy popped off the casing exposing the inner workings.
 
The phone rang.
 
“Excuse me.”
 
Billy watched her leave and chuckled at himself. When was the last time he’d made a fool of himself over a woman?
 
As soon as he heard her answer the phone, he got back to work, diagnosing the problem, by process of elimination, the most common problems with that particular model first.
 
“Sure, I’ll send them to you right away, Tom,” she said, re-entering the room with a mobile phone to her ear. She then sat her amazing arse in an office chair in front of a desktop computer and turned it on. It started to boot up, but then the whirring sound came to a grinding and abrupt stop.
 
“Oh, shit! What happened?” She looked over at Billy.
 
How should he know? But he went over to see if he could help anyway.
 
“Here, try to reset,” he suggested, pushing the tiny button below the power start.
 
“Who’s that?” Billy was close enough that he heard the man on the other end of the phone. She must have known it was overloud too. Her gaze shot to his. He wondered if it was a boyfriend and belatedly he checked her left hand for a wedding band. It was bare.
 
“The AC repairman is here.” When the computer made no attempt to re-boot she said, “Ya know anything about computers too, Tech-Co?”
 
Billy viewed past her lovely bare legs and replied, “Maybe you have a loose connection or something?” Intentionally he placed his hand on her bare knee as he ducked under, taking his penlight out of his shirt pocket.
 
“I’ll let you go for now, Tom. If we can get this stupid thing up and running, I’ll send you those documents. If not, I’ll drop off the hard copies round to you tomorrow.”
 
Billy checked all the cables and connections. Everything seemed as it should be.
 
“Uhh, no, that’s not necessary.”
 
Billy noted a change in her voice. Not so cordial now.
 
“I said it’s fine. No. I can handle it. I’ll get those to you as soon as I can. Goodbye.” She ended the call abruptly.
 
Billy made sure to brush against her as he came out from under the desk. “All looks good down there.”
 
She held his gaze as the double entendre hung between them. He hit the power button again, but still nothing.
 
“Well, what’s next I wonder? They say these things happen in threes. The air conditioning, now this?” She rolled her eyes.
 
“Well, let me at least get your AC going. You’ll be cooler in no time and then all these other mishaps will be easier to contend with.”
 
“Thanks.”
 
Billy went back to the unit and tested the main power with his handy voltage detector. Then on a hunch he passed it over the wall outlet. The stick beeped, indicating it had power.

“It would seem the unit is fried.”
 
“What? How? I haven’t even been here.”
 
“Here, let me check your computer.” Again, the outlet had juice but not the computer. Even though it had attempted to start, it was dead now.
 
“Have you used any of your other appliances since you’ve been home? TVs? Is your fridge working?”
 
“The fridge is, but I haven’t watched any television.” She got up and Billy followed. She had a nice place—all high-end stuff.
 
In the kitchen, Billy suggested the microwave. She poured a cup of coffee and placed it into the machine, then hit start. It also did not work.
 
Baffled, she looked to him.
 
“That bad storm we had a week ago, maybe?”
 
“I was at a wedding out of town.”
 
“Oh, well, the power was out sporadically all over town. I’d say there was a power surge when the utilities came back on and some of your appliances got zapped. You should really unplug things if you’re not using them. Especially when you’re going to be away. There’s no need for them to be plugged in. You should also invest in some surge protectors. Especially for your computer.”
 
“Oh.”
 
“I have ‘em. It’s not a big deal and they’re not expensive. Not compared to what it’ll cost you now to replace all this stuff. You got content insurance?”
 
“Yes. So all my stuff is junk?”
 
“Sorry.”
 
“Well, the air conditioning unit came with the place. At least that’s not my problem.”
 
“No, but it might be hard for your super to replace at the moment. There’s not an air conditioner to be had for miles. Every time there’s a heat wave people buy them up.”
 
“Well, shit! At least the coffee maker and the fridge made it and I can use my laptop.”
 
“Let me see what I’ve got in the van. Maybe I can help you out.”
 
“Thanks, I’d appreciate it.” She wiped her forehead.
 
“You seem like you can tolerate the heat better than most.”
 
“Ha,” she laughed softly. “It’s all smoke and mirrors. I’m just as hot as the next person.”

“I’ll say.” Billy grinned. “I’ll be right back.”

* * * *

Joss buzzed the smoldering repairman back in. He let himself into the apartment, a cell phone to his ear.
 
“The two-four-AC-B-seven. I’ll need a condenser and maybe a fan. Let me know.” He ended the call. “He’s gonna get back to me. I’ve got my trusty power detector.” He jiggled it between two fingers.
 
“It looks like a flat pen.”
 
“I guess it does,” he agreed.
 
”What does it do?” she asked, eyeing it.
 
“When you touch it to a live wire or something that has power running through it, it will light up and beep. You want to see what else isn’t working. Maybe make a list, then when you call your insurance company, you’ll be prepared?”
 
“Sure,” she said, dejected. It was one more thing she didn’t want to deal with right now. “Want a cup of coffee?” she offered, taking hers out of the microwave.
 
“Isn’t it a little hot for coffee?”
 
“Yes, but I need it.”
 
“Sure,” he decided with a shrug.
 
Joss poured him one then joined him in the living area. She passed him a cup. 

Once he’d accepted it, he looked directly at her, sending her pulse pounding again.
 
“Thanks. The TV in here is cooked too.”
 
“Great,” she said in a clipped tone.

 Following him to the next room, she couldn’t help but watch the play of muscle as his blue shirt pulled across his broad shoulders. Continuing her bold perusal, she admired the slim cut of his waist, down to the tight roundness of his butt. Oh yeah, he was built. Other than some tension-filled awkwardness as he went through her bedroom, they made it back to Joss’ office.
The repairman was about to set the coffee cup down on the desk but he fumbled it. The cup hit the keyboard, bounced, splattered hot coffee all the way up his chest then fell to the floor.

“Shit!” he cursed.
 

“Take your shirt off,” Joss yelled in a panic. She ran to the kitchen for some paper towel and a dishrag. But when she got back to the room and saw him without his shirt, cleaning up the mess was the furthest thing from her mind.
 
After tossing the roll of paper onto the desk, she took the towel and began to blot his chest, wiping the sexy black swirling tribal tattoo that began on his upper arm, spread to his left shoulder and ended on his chest. He was jacked—muscles bulging and flexing everywhere. With a body like that he must work out like a mad man. Belatedly, she realized she’d wrapped her other hand possessively around his bicep as she dried him off with the other.
 
Billy seemed to relax, the tension leaving his body. With deliberate slowness, he splayed his fingers low on her back, almost touching her bum.
 
All of a sudden he seemed to tower over her. She felt small. Her breathing turned shallow and co-mingled with his.
 
“Are you all right?” she asked, but it came out as a whisper.
 
Placing his free hand on her opposite hip, he then bent his head as if he might kiss her but hesitated, silently asking permission.
 
Joss wanted it more than anything.
 
“How old are you, Tech-Co?” she asked, her voice still evading her.
 
“It’s Billy.”
 
The new husky timbre to his voice went right through her. But she was aware enough to realize he’d sidestepped her question. She waited him out.
 
“Twenty-eight.”
 
“Don’t lie to me, Billy, that won’t help your cause.”
 
“Twenty-five. Josslynn,” he added, letting her know that he’d already learned her name, most likely from the super.
 
“Just Joss,” she responded distractedly.

Anything over twenty-two was good enough for her. She leaned toward him and he captured her lips in a searing kiss. A mewling sound escaped her as his grip tightened and he pulled her body into his. He was so hard, all over. She molded her front to his, boldly rubbing her pelvis against his erection. The gesture dragged a growl from deep in his chest, thrilling her.
 
Joss dropped the towel so that both of her hands were free to explore his incredible body. Going under her shirt, Billy spanned his palms across her back. He exhaled hotly into her mouth as he tangled his tongue with hers. He was now fully aware that she was not wearing a bra, but instead of exploring her breasts as she expected, he slid his palms over her skin and dipped into her sleep shorts. He cupped her bum before angling her even more securely to his hard cock. They rocked and ground into one another until their harsh breathing filled the room.
 
All of a sudden everything went very fast. They fought over his zipper.
 
“Do you have a condom?” Joss panted.
 
“Wallet, back pocket,” he said, his square jaw tight.
 
Joss reached into his back pocket and held up the billfold for him to retrieve it. She wasn’t about to rifle through his wallet.
 
He produced the foil packet. Joss snatched it from his hand then ripped it open. As she fitted it over the swollen head, Billy pushed her hands away and rolled it the rest of the way on.
 
In a hurry now, Joss backed him toward the loveseat behind them, his trousers around his ankles. The moment the backs of his knees hit the cushions, he toppled downwards. Joss pushed at her shorts and let them fall, then straddled Billy’s lap. He scooched down, holding his distended cock in position for her to just lower herself onto it. But first, she took hold and rubbed it against her wet pussy, spreading the lush moisture around. Then she sank down slowly, allowing her inner walls to become accustomed to his size. She placed her hands on his shoulder for support.
 
Joss watched Billy’s face as she filled herself with him, his features a combination of ecstasy and pain.

Billy couldn’t believe this was happening. He was buried to the hilt in this

gorgeous woman who he’d just met. It was likely he’d get fired over this—fraternizing with the customers was strictly forbidden. But this was worth it! God, she was so hot and tight, he wasn’t going to be able to make this last. She tossed her head back and rode him frantically. The raspy mewling sound coming from the back of her throat was just as much of a turn on.
 
In an attempt to slow things down, he gripped her slim hips, but a tiny spasm rocked them both. Joss clamped her knees to his hips and ground her pussy against him. His balls tightened, just as her cunt began to quiver and squeeze him.
 
“Ohhh, Billy, ohhh…” she cried.
 
“Fuck! Hunhhh, Josslynn. Oh, baby!” he responded, his hips bucking, he emptied into the rubber.
 
Josslynn collapsed, burying her face into his neck. Glorious little ripples of latent arousal gripped her and transferred to him, hugging his deflating cock. It felt incredible.
 
But those amazing aftereffects soon gave way to awkwardness. Yes, they had some major sexual chemistry going on between them, but they knew next to nothing about one another.
 
Josslynn leaned back and regarded him for only a second before her gaze skittered away. She extricated herself from his lap and bent demurely to pick up her shorts then she raced from the room. Giving him an excellent view of her highly toned bare arse.
 
“Jesus! That’s nice. Let’s hope that wasn’t the one and only time I get to see it,” he said to himself, scanning the room for a trashcan. She didn’t seem like the tryst in the afternoon kinda girl to him. What if he never saw her again after this?
 
Spying a tissue box, he pulled the condom off and wrapped it up in the tissue then tossed it in the can.
 
When she returned, he was fully dressed and re-attaching the faceplate back onto the air conditioner. She went straight to the spots of coffee on the carpet and blotted and sprayed them. She was dressed in the same top but had put on a pair of light capris. They outlined her form perfectly.
 
“Can I help, there?” Billy asked.
 
“No, I’ve got it. Thanks.”
 
“I think I might owe you a new keyboard, too.”
 
“Wouldn’t it have burnt up too, probably?”
 
“Yeah, I guess. It may have.”
 
“Then don’t worry about it. I’ll have to replace the whole thing as it is.”
 
“I’m sorry.”
 
“It’s okay.”
 
Billy’s phone vibrated. “Yeah,” he answered tersely, then listened. “All right. I’ll be there.” He ended the call.
 
“Another repair call?” she asked, standing. She began to wipe down the desk.
 
“Yeah, sorry.”
 
“That’s okay. Not much you can do without parts, right?” She smiled then looked away again.
 
After collecting his gear and tools, he made his way to the exit. She followed behind.
 
“Can I”—he shrugged—“see you later tonight, maybe?”
 
“I have plans tonight.”
 
Did she? Or was she blowing him off?
 
“I’ll, uh, I’ll be back in touch then when I get my hands on some parts.”
 
“Thank you.”
 
After opening the door, he crossed the threshold into the hallway then turned back. She searched his gaze, seemingly uncertain, just as he was.
 
A small smile pulled at her incredible mouth and a twinkle flashed in her dark eyes. “Well, thanks for the service,” she said cheekily. Two pink patches appeared on her cheeks.
 
Heat climbed up the back of his neck.
 
“Well, you’re welcome, ma’am. Any time. I’m here to serve,” he returned with a grin.
 
She bit her lip as he turned from her and made his way to the elevator. When he cast a glance back, she’d already closed the door. 

* * * *

Joss leaned against the door then placed her face in her hands, silently berating herself. What had she been thinking? She’d just banged the Tech-Co repairman!

Oh, stop acting like you’re mortified. Embarrassed, maybe, but face it, you’d do it again in a heartbeat.

Yes, she would. He was hot and the hurried sex was too. So, why had she panicked and lied to him about having plans for the night. She might have enjoyed spending more time with him? Perhaps because she didn’t want him to think she was too easy?
 
“Oh, no, why would he think that when you jumped him after only knowing him a few minutes?” she admonished.
 
Mopping her forehead, Joss pulled herself together and called her insurance company.

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