Thursday, June 30, 2011
Need a bang up 4th? Want to see how we do it in Texas?
You know you do.
Here it is:
Lex Coltrane has a thing for the new sheriff, a woman named Lana.
This story has sexual tension from the beginning and it [never] stops even when Lex and Lana enter into a sexual relationship. The pacing is fast, the dialogue crisp and Lana comes across as not only a tough law woman, but one who knows what she wants in and out of the bedroom. In this particular case it’s Lex and the author did a great job showing us why. He’s sexy, smart and wants Lana no matter what.
The sex scenes are very hot and there’s something for just about everyone’s taste in erotic stories. Sometimes I laughed at Lana and wanted to cheer her on when she hooks Lex. I liked the idea that not only had the author chosen to make the law person female in this story but also enjoyed that Lana was a modern woman in other aspects of her life too.
I thought the story would have a different ending and the one the author chose surprised me. It was satisfying and if you’re looking for a ‘quickie’ read for a hot summer day or night, this one fits the bill.
KISSES TO THE FOLKS at WC!
I Caught the Sheriff
Friday, June 24, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
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THANKS AND ENJOY!
Kisses to all who are so excited about LADY VARNEY'S RISQUE BUSINESS!
She sits on 3 top 10 best seller lists and I am tickled!
Saturday, June 18, 2011
|Can you resist a Texas Ranger?|
Skye Chamberlain can't!
This is the first of monthly ROCK PARTIES by the 2 of us. You do not want to miss the fun as we celebrate our newest releases!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
“So maybe if you tell me how it happened, I’ll answer your question about me.”
“Fair enough.” He set his cup back in the saucer. “Remember Chad Willoughby, my college roommate?”
“Chad’s brother was into the life big time. When Chad graduated from law school, he got Chad a guest pass at the private fetish club he belonged to and said he could bring a friend.” He looked down. “I’d…been to a club twice before when we were together. But never did any more than watch,” he added quickly. “That’s when I brought everything up to you. I was fascinated with the lifestyle and wanted us to try some of these things together.” His grin was rueful. “My idea didn’t work out so well, as I remember.”
“No. It didn’t.” If only she hadn’t reacted so badly. “So what happened at the club?
“It seemed I was finally going to experience the things I’d only fantasized about. Chad’s brother arranged for each of us to have a sub for the evening along with a trained instructor.” He paused to sip more coffee.
“And?” she prompted.
“To be blunt about it, I discovered a desire for it I didn’t even know I had. It was the most explosive night I’d ever had sexually. And that’s taking nothing away from what you and I had together.”
“But you wanted more.” Oh, she was sure of that. She felt a trap opening, yawning like a big hole before her. “On a regular basis.”
“I did. A lot more. And more often. I for sure couldn’t look for action anywhere around the Hill Country. You know how conservative the ranching community is. Not even my brothers know about my…preferences.”
Katie gave him a quizzical look. “So what did you do?”
“Joined the club in Tampa Chad’s brother took us to. They have an arrangement for guest privileges in other clubs around the country. I…took a lot of business trips.” He stopped to take another swallow of coffee.]
“Your brothers didn’t ask questions?”
He shook his head. “I timed my trips to coincide with legitimate business. Conventions. Meetings. Whatever.” His eyes raked over her face possessively. “But here’s the plain truth. I really wanted you, Katie. I wanted it all. You and the life.”
“Which is what led to the scene in our hotel room.” When she so childishly ran away. It wasn’t just the things themselves he was proposing. It was the total implication, the fear that she could lose herself in him completely. A very dangerous edge.
He grinned. “Yeah. That was some scene. I still remember how you looked, spread out…”
“Stop.” She held up her hand. “That’s not what I meant. Can we stick to the conversation at hand?”
The look he gave her nearly incinerated her dress. “Afraid to talk about it, sugar?”
Friday, June 3, 2011
LADY VARNEY’S RISQUE BUSINESS is a bit of funny business that I hope you enjoy!
A nibble of my newest cherry?
Of course! (Copyright 2011, Cerise DeLand.)
Available at Resplendence, but also at Allromanceebooks.com where I am dying to rise on that list (as my other Regencies did there). Help me out, will you? http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-ladyvarney039srisquebusiness-549359-160.html
He hurried her along the hall and into an alcove. “While I am relieved to hear that you are not pregnant—”
“Hush! Are you an idiot?”
“Mad, delusional, a cretin in the mix!” He stepped inside a tiny hallway lined with cupboards and closed two doors on either side of the four foot space. “Call me any name you like, my Puss. You are driving me out of my head!”
“Well deserved, too!” she blustered as he pulled her into his arms and she once more felt the marvelous sensation of being captured by him. Held against his warmth. His might.
“Not by half, you minx. You cash my bank notes. But you will not receive me at home. You avoid me at church. Walk around me in the Park. I am reduced to waylaying you like a highwayman at a party on Wednesday afternoon!”
A laugh bubbled up from her throat but she squelched it. “We have nothing to say to each other.”
“No,” he said with dour tone. “We have so much to say that only this will do.” He caught her chin, wrapped one arm around her waist and kissed as he had that first night in her drawing room. Long and lavishly. Repeatedly. Killing her reason and her resolve.
Her fan slid from her fingers. Her hands pulled him closer. These past weeks, she’d pined for him like a schoolgirl. She’d relived every moment in his arms, in his bed, even in his rose garden at his cottage. She had cried and mooned and railed at fate for what she could not have.
He took her mouth with ravenous delight, trailing kisses across her cheek and down her throat to her bodice. His hands molded her to him and suddenly, she felt his fingers lift her skirts and slide to her pussy. Caress her seam. “Darling, I am so delighted you wear none of those ridiculous pantaloons. You are so plump and wet for me,” he murmured and what words came next became a serenade of all the endearments he had declared in his cottage and all that still lived in her heart.
He undid his flies, and plunged up inside her. Against the cupboard, she braced herself and gave over to the rapture of his possession.
He was warm and turgid and—
Tinkled all around them.
“Don’t move,” he warned as he held her tightly.
“What?” she asked soundlessly, her cunt so full of him, her breasts so needy of his kisses she thought she’d scream.
Blinking repeatedly to clear his vision and his head, he glanced about them. “Dear god, sweetheart, we’ve broken the family crystal.”
She surveyed the tiny room and the astonishing wreckage. “Justin. Oh, hell! We’re in the butler’s pantry!”