Ours to Love

Wicked Lovers, Book 7

Now onto the details of my birthday bash… I’m going to be giving away loads of stuff. Copies of books I’ve loved and hoarded. I’ve divided it up into 5 prize packages…

1) Contemporary series romance - 12 titles of series contemporary romances (mostly Harlequin Blaze). I’ll be throwing in a signed copy of my own sexy series-length contemporary romance, Naughty Little Secret.

2) Paranormal romance bundle 1 - 11 various paranormal romances by some favorite authors. I’ll give away a signed copy of Tempt Me With Darkness (Doomsday Brethren 1) with this bundle.

3) Paranormal romance bundle 2 - 10 assorted paranormal romances by some awesome authors. I’ll give away a signed copy of Possess Me At Midnight (Doomsday Brethren 3) with this bundle.

4) Contemporary and erotic romance - 15 hot titles from fab authors writing the sexy stuff. With this prize, I’ll toss in a signed copy of Wicked Ties.

5) Historical romance – Be swept back in time with 9 titles from authors who write about yesteryear. With this prize, I’ll give away a signed copy of One Wicked Night.

To play, comment on any December or January blog EXCEPT THIS ONE. If you’ve already commented, you’re entered. For more chances to win, comment on every blog I’ve posted in December and January. Winners will be chosen on Monday, February 4. Good luck!!

Their Virgin Princess

Masters of Ménage, Book 4

Between two brothers… Xander Santiago spent years living it up as a billionaire playboy. Never given a chance to lead his family business in the boardroom, he became a Master in the bedroom instead. His older brother inherited the company and worked tirelessly to make it an empire. But while the cutthroat corporate espionage took its toll on Javier, nothing was as devastating as the seemingly senseless murder of his wife. It propelled him into a year of punishing rage and guilt…until Xander came to his rescue.

Comes an irresistible woman … Eager to rejuvenate Javier’s life, Xander shanghais him to Louisiana where they meet the beautiful London McLane. After surviving a decade of tragedy and struggle, London is determined to make a fresh start—and these sexy billionaire brothers are more than willing to help. In every way. And London is stunned to find herself open to every heated suggestion…and desperately hoping that her love will heal them.

And inescapable danger … But a killer with a hidden motive is watching, on a single-minded mission to destroy everything the Santiago brothers hold dear, especially London. And as fear and desire collide, every passionate beat of her heart could be her last.

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A broken woman…

Alea Binte al Mussad, Princess of Bezakistan, was abducted from her university, mentally tortured and forced to witness the worst of humanity. She was rescued, but not before fear and her shattered soul made her retreat into herself. Two years later, she’s living behind the palace’s locked gates and the walls she’s built surrounding her heart. Alea is comforted by the joyous family around her, but inside feels so alone—except when she’s with the steady trio of guards who relentlessly keep her safe. And tempt her with a passion she isn’t sure she’ll survive.

Three stalwart warriors determined to claim her…

Dane Mitchell, Cooper Evans, and Landon Nix wanted Alea from the moment they laid eyes on her. Held back by their duty and her fragility, they worship the Princess from afar, determined to claim her if the chance ever comes. When Alea learns that someone may still be hunting her, she plots to escape both danger and her guards’ simmering, overwhelming passion. Dane, Coop, and Lan aren’t about to let her go. When they find themselves in paradise and all boundaries are stripped away, the ice begins to melt around Alea’s heart. But when reality comes crashing in, will she learn to accept love before a killer strikes again?

It’s available now at most major online retailers electronically. iTunes should be available soon. Print will follow via Createspace and Amazon.com in a few weeks.

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Since it’s December, and I know some of you are probably a little chilly (don’t even get me started on how much I hate winter), I thought I’d heat you up with a little blurb and excerpt from the book:

Raine Kendall has been in love with her boss, Macen Hammerman, for years. Determined to make the man notice that she’s a grown woman with desires and needs, she pours out her heart and offers her body to him—only to be crushingly rejected. But when his friend, very single, very sexy Liam O’Neill watches the other Dom refuse to act on his obvious feelings for Raine, he resolves to step in and do whatever it takes to help Hammer find happiness again, even rousing his friend’s possessive instincts by making the girl a proposition too tempting to refuse. But he never imagines that he’ll end up falling for her himself.

Hammer has buried his lust for Raine for years. After rescuing the budding runaway from an alley behind his exclusive BDSM Dungeon, he has come to covet the pretty submissive. But tragedy has taught him that he can never be what she needs. So he watches over her while struggling to keep his distance. Liam’s crafty plan blindsides Hammer, especially when he sees how determined his friend is to possess Raine for his own. Hammer isn’t ready to give the lovely submissive over to any other Dom, but can he heal from his past and fight for her? Or will he lose Raine if she truly gives herself—heart, body, and soul—to Liam?

EXCERPT

Liam raised his fist and knocked on the door. Raine whipped her head around, hope brimming in her eyes. It visibly died when she realized he wasn’t Hammer.

She surprised him when she cast her gaze to the floor submissively. “Hi, Liam. Sir. Um, if you’re here because you’re worried or something, I’ll be fine. I’ll bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies and be as good as new.”

So sweet. And lying. Eventually, he’d both soothe and paddle her until she learned to be honest, but for now he simply tried to set her at ease. “While I’ve little doubt about your culinary skills, since your baked goods are most excellent, I doubt they’ll mend your woes, lass. Show me your hands.”

Obediently, Raine held them out. Liam stepped closer, taking her wrists in his grip and examining her fingers. “You’ve a few wee cuts, but nothing serious.” He gave her a smile and gently kissed her palm. “I think you’ll live.”

She stiffened. “I told you I’m fine.”

“Your hands, yes. What about your heart?” He watched her shoulders slump. “I’ve come with a proposition. Would you hear me out?”

He had to win her consent—and give her hope—or she would leave and take Hammer’s only chance of healing with her.

Raine sent him a wary glance. “I guess.”

Liam sidled closer cautiously, careful not to give her cause to bolt. “Would you be adverse to me training you?”

At his words, her startling blue eyes widened, sucking him in like a whirlpool. He’d surprised her. Almost an instant later, she opened her mouth, regret already softening her face.

Before she could refuse him, he cut in. “How much longer will you let your own happiness be denied? Why not seek it with someone ready to appreciate the beauty you are?”

He watched her, following her every nervous gesture: her slight shrug, the tilt of her head, the rise and fall of her chest, the cant of her hip as she leaned back against the counter. Her innate grace and the subtle feminine scent he inhaled as he drew closer sent blood rushing to his cock unexpectedly. The primal reaction surprised him, but he was male, and Raine was lovely, after all.

As he looked into her haunting eyes, he knew yet another reason Hammer had kept this one for his own. Innocence. Fear. Hunger. A swirling mirror to her soul lay just beyond reach. Interesting. A heady challenge.

She bit the fullness of her lower lip. It only took that instant to make him want to comfort her. But that wasn’t all. Lust to taste her sweet mouth, touch her, lay her back and—

He shoved the urge down and told his stiff cock to take a rest.

“I don’t understand.” She blinked up at him. “You want to train…me?”

“I think you need it. And you deserve it. I admire your spirit and your grace. I can’t imagine that you want to wilt away, pining for unrequited love.”

Her mouth pinched. “What’s in it for you? You saw my stupid display earlier.”

The girl needed reassurance. Liam reached for her and pulled her into his arms. The act nestled her pillowy breasts against his chest, her soft curves against his body. An intriguing musky lily scent wafted from her pale, smooth skin. A vision flashed across his brain of Raine beneath him, crying out as he fucked his way deep inside her.

Liam sucked in a shocked breath. He forced himself to think about something else—anything else. Absently, he rubbed her back, his thoughts racing. What the hell? Sure, he’d thought Raine was stunning when he’d first arrived at Shadows. Her inky hair and eloquent blue eyes turned heads every night. But now that he had her close, everything about her called not only to the Dom in him, but to the man as well. He needed to get his head screwed on straight, for Hammer’s sake.

“It isn’t your fault. You care for Hammer, and he’s…well, he’s got a few issues he needs to be sorting out, for sure. While he does, wouldn’t you like to learn about true submission so you might be ready for him? Have you ever wished to stretch a bit, find out if you truly have the courage to submit?”

The way her breath caught before she blushed and jerked her gaze to the floor again suggested that his idea intrigued her.

Liam curled a finger under her chin, raising her face to his once more, and had to steel himself against another shocking jolt of lust. “You have, haven’t you?”

“I want to be what Hammer needs, but I don’t know for certain that I have the self-discipline to kneel and hold my tongue. I’ve never had the opportunity to try.” She swallowed, honesty paining her expression. “But I still don’t understand what’s in it for you.”

“You’re a beauty, for sure. Touching you will be no hardship, lass.” Right now, he hated how true that was. “From what I’ve seen, you can be a mouthy wench who would benefit from a red ass now and again.” He forced himself to wink and grin.
After a split second of waiting for her reaction, her eyes flashed wide. Then she bestowed on him the sweetest sound he’d heard in months, her unbridled laughter.

“There’s a girl.” His smile became real. “Let me help you. I see your need. I enjoy molding and teaching.” He cupped her cheek. “You should be cherished and nurtured, and I’d be honored to give that to you, Raine. Are you game?”

Indecision washed over her face. Liam found himself holding his breath, praying she’d say yes. Hammer needed her…and Liam staggered with his own need to touch her—at least once. It wasn’t noble, and he wasn’t proud of it. But she was so damn fuckable, and he was just a man. This lust would pass.

“You don’t seem like the sort to do something halfway. You’ll want to lay my soul bare, won’t you? Make me show you all the broken parts?” She crossed her arms over her chest, nudging him back. “If I show you, are you going to run like Hammer, too?”

He uncrossed her arms and leaned closer. Now he could hear her softly indrawn breaths, see her fine trembling. Desire surged. Liam couldn’t stop himself; he curled a hand around her shoulder, eliminating her personal space, and brushed his palm down to fasten on the curve of her waist. “I never run from a challenge I’ve set my mind on. Yes, I intend to split your soul wide open like a ripe peach, study you until I know well every piece of the intriguing puzzle you are, down to the last detail, lovely. Then, I mean to put you back together with my touch and make it worth your while.”

Raine looked half terrified. “Wow, that’s awfully honest.”

“Best to set the expectation up front.”

She let out a deep breath and fidgeted, trying to drop her gaze once more. He didn’t allow it, lifting her chin again and bending until their eyes met. “Answer me, Raine. Yes or no?”

“I-I’ve wanted a good Dom. I thought it would be Hammer, but…” She closed her eyes and frowned.

Liam bit his tongue. She wanted to feel valued above all else—needed it. He tucked that knowledge in the back of his head and let her continue. “But?”

“I can’t be less than honest with you. You know where my heart is. As much as I would love to explore everything you could teach me—really, I would—I don’t know if I could give you the devotion you deserve. And I doubt Hammer would ever give his consent, even for you. It might be better for us all if I just left.”

He trapped her against the counter in an instant, pressing his body to hers. Her lips parted in question. Her wide gaze jumped to his, then she focused on his mouth. An electric jolt rattled down his spine. Damn, she was potent.

Yanking her soft curves flush against the hard ridges of his body, he ached to dig his fingers into her hair, pull her lips under his, and eat away at her mouth until she moaned. Liam forced himself to stop. This wasn’t about him, but Hammer. And Raine.

Dragging in a rough breath, he palmed her nape tenderly with one hand, fingers teasing the perfect pink shell of her ear with the other before trailing down to caress her throat. Finally, he settled his hand on her chest, just above her plump breast. Her breathing changed to soft pants. He could feel her heart beating madly under his palm. She wasn’t immune to him. An intoxicating rush of power filled him.

Then he took her wrists in his free hand and brought her arms up slowly, bracing them against the cabinets above, her breath caught. A triumph he didn’t welcome spiked inside him. Still, he bent to Raine, giving her ample time to push him away. She didn’t. Her tongue swept nervously across her upper lip. His cock jerked. Then he couldn’t stop himself from seizing her mouth with his own, capturing her gasp.

Soft. So fucking soft. And sweet. Bloody hell… Pleasure fired through his blood like a potent drug as he delved inside. She melted beneath him.

Curling his tongue around hers, he feasted on her addicting flavor, hungry to memorize it. One kiss melted into the next, and he devoured her, inhaling her into his lungs. She turned to liquid desire against him, wild and tumultuous. One leg slid surreptitiously around his, capturing his calf, pulling him in tighter against her small frame, splitting her thighs open. He should pass up that perfect invitation, but he didn’t. Instead, he ground himself against her pussy, leaving her no doubt that he desired her. Despite Raine’s little skirt, her flesh burned him. A low groan ripped from his throat. He didn’t need air or space or tomorrow, just more of her. Right fucking now.

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One Dom To Love is currently for sale in most electronic formats at all the of the usual places:

We should have the print copies for sale soon–maybe even as early as next week.  I’ll be sure to let you know!

I hope you’ll enjoy following this tale. We’re planning on releasing the next installment, The Yound And The Submissive, sometime in 2013. I’m tentatively going to say late in May, but don’t hold me to that yet.

I can’t wait to hear what you think, especially if you’ve read the book, so leave a comment here.  I’ll choose a random comment and the winner will get a copy as soon as the print volume is available!

Happy December and happy reading! Look for information about my Wicked Lovers Christmas story, Wicked All The Way, very soon!

I’m going to take this Whisper to update everyone on some news items. First, thank you all for joining me in my new home on the web and the fantastic feedback. I am happy to announce Alyson LaBarge is the winner of the NOOK Tablet!  Congratulations, Alyson. Look for your prize to arrive soon.

I’ve talked about it for months and had a GORGEOUS cover to share, but I’m thrilled to finally say the e-release of One Dom To Love will be December 4! The print volume will likely follow in January. This is the first of the brand new series, The Doms of Her Life, with authors Jenna Jacob and Isabella LaPearl. I’m hoping to post a lovely, juicy excerpt or two here soon!

On the Wicked Lovers front, I’m working hard to get my Christmas novella, Wicked All The Way, to everyone by mid-December. This will be a second-chance-at-love story about Hunter, Logan, and Kimber’s father, Caleb (aka the Colonel) and Kata’s mom, Carlotta. More on that soon!

In the Audiobook department, Delicious and Surrender To Me have been released within the last few weeks with the same talented narrator, Lexi Maynard. Copies are available at online retailers like Amazon and Barnes & Noble, plus they’re downloadable from Audible.com. Just yesterday, I received a tentative schedule from the audio book publisher for the rest of the Wicked Lovers series:
Belong To Me is slated for a February release
Mine To Hold will be available in March
Ours To Love will release with the original print and eBook in May.

Then, for all who have asked, the 4^th installment in the Masters of Ménage series, Their Virgin Princess, written with Lexi Blake, should be available in January (print in February). We’re working on it now, so more as this develops.

I’ve recently worked through some router and computer issues, as well as the learning curve for this new site, but I think I’ve just about put all that behind me, so I should be providing regular updates here, via newsletter, and my Facebook fan page.

Love to all!

Kelsey Rena is an enigma. She’s a girly-girl who’s wild for football, craves action movies, and loves knocking back a cold beer with her three best friends–all male. She’s a puzzle, too, when it comes to sex. Here are three hot guys always ready and within reach and she’s never seemed interested. So who is the lucky mystery man satisfying the girl of their secret dreams? The three pals plan to find out. And when they do, they’ll see a side of Kelsey they’ve only dared to fantasize about.

You can check out the reviews here and all the buy links here. There’s also an excerpt available here. BUT one of the reasons I’m so excited about Whispers is that I can give readers much longer excerpts than I can put on Facebook or Twitter. So here’s a snippet of a scene that always made me giggle. Rhys is Kelsey’s next door neighbor and, after deciding with her boss (Jeremy) and her best friend (Tucker) that they want to know who Kelsey is fantasizing about, he’s sneaked into her house to look for clues to that mystery. Jeremy has distracted Kelsey with a phone call so that Rhys can get in place, but once the hot fireman is inside the house, he sees A LOT more than he bargained for!

Extra juicy excerpt (with some adult language and themes):

With a shake of his head, Rhys slipped into Kelsey’s private domain and spied her little red bikini on the pale carpet. His cock hardened in a painful rush. She’d looked fabulous in it, laughing, playing hostess, so natural and unaware of how gorgeous she looked with dancing dark eyes and her riot of brownish-red curls. He knew she looked even better without the bikini.

“No, sir. Really, I’m tipsy. And tired. I promise I’ll be in early.”

Damn it, Jeremy hadn’t been able to get her out of the house. So now his time was really limited. Rhys forced himself to focus.

He looked across her dresser, scattered with car keys, jewelry, and other knickknacks. Nothing that stood out. Her rumpled bed was unmade, her tiny nightstand covered by a little lamp, a candle, and what looked like a fairly racy romance. Did that cover have a woman with more than one guy on the front?

As he reached for it, he heard Kelsey say, “Yes, I know you’ll reprimand me, sir. Whatever you feel is necessary, I understand.” She paused. “Good night.”

Then she slammed the phone in its cradle and began stomping down the hall, her footsteps echoing across the hardwood floors.

Hide! He hustled into the shadowed confines of her walk-in closet and scrambled behind her dresses along the back wall, praying she wouldn’t find him before he could get out. Otherwise, he’d have to have a good explanation for being here. Which he didn’t. And there would be hell to pay.

Kelsey entered her bedroom with a shaky sigh and darted straight for her nightstand. Through the crack in the door, he could see her wrench open a drawer. She withdrew a pair of rumpled paper bags and tore into them. As she extracted the items, Rhys clenched his fists to hold in his groan.

Her battery-operated rabbit and a slender, curved vibrator.

She was going to masturbate. Fuck!

Plopping her items on the bed, Kelsey tore off her cover-up, put her iPod buds in her ears, switched the MP3 player on, then lay down. Her skin looked so flawless and fair against the dark sheets. Her breathing picked up, lifting her chest with each inhalation, her hard nipples stabbing the air. Rhys got hard all over again. Yes, he loved watching her through her window, but to be mere feet away from her? Surely, he’d spontaneously combust.

Before moving next door to Kelsey, he’d preferred tall, skinny girls with straight hair and sun-kissed skin. One look at Kelsey and he’d barely looked at another woman. When he’d met her, heard her laugh, experienced her warmth, he’d been a goner.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath. Time to call the others for a backup plan. It went against his grain to let the others in on her private moments, many of which he’d watched from his bedroom window, dick in hand . . . but he might not get out of Kelsey’s house undetected without their help. Damn it.

He hit Tucker’s speed dial. Not a second later, her friend picked up. “What did you find?”

“Hang on a second,” he whispered, not knowing how loud her iPod might be.

Then he flipped over and dialed Jeremy, who answered immediately. “Well?”

Rhys conferenced the men in together. “I didn’t find anything helpful, and now, she’s masturbating. I’m hiding in her closet, trying to figure out how in the hell I’m going to get out without getting caught. Ideas?”

“Masturbating?” Tucker choked.

“Yeah. She’s naked on the bed with her sex toys. And she looks flaming hot.”

“Goddammit,” Jeremy growled. “Don’t look at her.”

“Bite me,” Rhys tossed back. “She’s ten feet in front of me. Of course I’m going to look.”

“Would she hear the phone ring?” Kelsey’s boss snapped. “If I can get your eyes off her by calling again—”

“She wouldn’t hear it. She’s listening to her iPod. But I can’t walk past her; she might see me.”

Moonlight and the nearby streetlamp filtered light through the slats in the blinds. Rhys watched Kelsey preparing to get down to business. He had to restrain a groan at the sight.

“Oh, hell! She’s cupping her breasts.” Her voluptuous, full, mouthwatering breasts. “And she’s pinching her nipples. Damn . . .”

Jeremy groused out a curse. “If you’re going to watch this, you’re going to share details. Every one of them.”

The tone set Rhys on edge. “Fuck off.”

“I helped you get into her house with a phone call and a plan,” Jeremy argued. “Tucker lent you his key. If such a gorgeous sight is going to fall into your lap, you’re going to share with us. Or we won’t help you with an exit strategy.”

As if he hadn’t proven it time and again, Jeremy displayed once more why he was one of the most sought-after attorneys inTexas. The man could flat argue with anyone and win.

“Fine.” Rhys ground out between clenched teeth. “She’s scraping her nipples with her fingernails.”

Rhys could feel their excitement over the phone. He felt the same keen sense of arousal . . . which only multiplied when Kelsey slid a hand across the flat of her abdomen, caressing down to the inside of her thigh. Her legs parted. He swallowed.

“Touch me . . .” she murmured. “Yes.”

She dipped her fingers inside her pussy, and Rhys nearly lost his mind.

Tucker choked. “D-did she just beg someone to touch her?”

Fucking hell . . . “Yeah.”

“Any idea who she wants doing the touching?”

“Where is she imagining someone touching her?” Jeremy barked.

Before he could answer, Kelsey lifted her fingers from between her legs, and Rhys got a good glimpse. “Fuck, she’s wet.”

“You see her pussy?” Jeremy demanded.

“That’s a terrible word,” Tucker chastised.

Jeremy scoffed. “You like cunt better?”

Rhys ignored them. “It’s her fingers. They’re wet.”

Tucker swallowed. “She really touched herself?”

“Dude, she does it all the time.” Rhys rolled his eyes.

Her friend let out a shaky breath. “I think I’m going to explode.”

Easy to relate to that feeling, especially when Kelsey began a slow, rhythmic rubbing of her clit.

“Please . . . ” She groaned. “Like that. Oh, yes . . .” Her hips lifted. “I want it . . .”

“Damn it,” Jeremy snarled. “I’ll give it to her. Relentlessly. Until she begs me to stop. When she does, I’ll just give her more.”

Not if Rhys had anything to say about it. That would be his privilege.

“But I can’t,” she whimpered. “Too much . . .”

Damn it, who did she picture sharing her pleasure with? What the hell did her imaginary lover do? Say?

A moment later, she grabbed the slender wand, flipped it on, and eased it inside her. Her back bowed off the bed as it disappeared inside her body.

“Oh my God . . .” she cried.

“What?” Tucker and Jeremy both snapped.

“She’s using her vibrator.”

Kelsey punctuated Rhys’s announcement with a cry of pleasure. It filled the room, heating his blood. On the phone, Tucker groaned. Jeremy’s silence had its own sound of careful restraint. He hoped neither of them had taken their cocks in hand. The last thing he wanted was to hear some other guy get off to Kelsey’s cries of pleasure.

Though he had to admit, he was tempted to stroke himself in time to her moans.

With one hand, she thrust the slim wand in and out of her hungry body, the sounds of her juicy flesh pushing the edge of his restraint. Finally having a soundtrack to this visual was killing him.

With the other hand, she groped for her rabbit. She found the base first, flipped it on, then clutched the buzzing purple toy and dragged it between her legs, settling it right over her clit.

“Yes! God, yes! I need it! That’s so good . . .”

“I can’t listen to this and do nothing. I’m coming over there,” Jeremy growled.

Everything inside Rhys protested. “Stay where you are, damn it. You’re going to help me get out of here when she’s done, but this isn’t a party.”

She gasped. “Please. Oh God . . .”

“I can’t take it,” Tucker muttered. “What is she doing?”

Flushing. Arching her back. Biting her lip. Clutching her toys. Moaning. And . . .

“Coming.”

“I love you . . . you . . . you…” Kelsey panted.

Then she rent the air with a sharp, high-pitched cry that went on, became a low growl of satisfaction that nearly had Rhys climaxing in his jeans.

“I’m going to paddle that woman’s ass for this torture as soon as I get my hands on her,” Jeremy promised.

“You can’t hit a woman!” Tucker protested.

Before Rhys could say that he wouldn’t mind seeing Kelsey with a pink bottom, her boss answered. “How likely are you to forget the sound of her orgasm? Ever? How many times will you play it in your head the next few days? Weeks? Months? How many times will you masturbate to it and wish to God you were hearing it in person because you’d given her that much pleasure? How many times after your self-induced orgasm will you be bitterly disappointed that you were only torturing yourself with the sound because you don’t know who the fuck she’s fantasizing about when she brings herself to climax?”

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The contest for the Nook Tablet is now closed. I’ll be announcing the winner this weekend. In the mean time, you never know who I’ll gift with a copy of Her Fantasy Men just for commenting here. Happy reading…

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To kick off the launch of Whispers and my new site, I have two special goodies. The first is the new cover for Ours To Love (Wicked Lovers 7, out May 7). You are the first to see it here! It’s a bit of a departure from previous covers, but I absolutely love it. I think it’s gorgeous and elegant and I’m incredibly happy with the outcome. Between the title and the image of three glasses it says a lot about the content of the book without actually depicting people on the cover. I’d love to hear what you think!

Lastly, here’s my release schedule for the next few months (and there’s a point to this!)

Fall 2012: One Dom To Love – Doms of Her Life series, book 1

Holiday 2012: Wicked All The Way – A Wicked Lovers Christmas novella

December 2012: Their Virgin Princess – Masters of Ménage, book 4

Spring 2013: His Lady Bride – Brothers In Arms, book 1 (historical reprint)

Spring 2013: Their Virgin Hostage – Masters of Ménage, book 5

May 7: Ours To Love – Wicked Lovers, book 7

So (now for the fun part), tell me which book you’re most excited about and why. For every person who comments here (not for each comment, however), I will enter you in a drawing to win a new Nook Tablet! You only have a few days, so be quick. I’ll be posting a winner and another Whisper soon.