Sizzling Summer Nights -- Blog Hop

I don't often get too explicit on my blog. It's more of a family place...and I have many followers who like the subtlety of romance behind closed doors. But let's face it. I write mainstream romance. There is love in my books. I like to read a good romance with all the extras. I like the pull of the emotions that we experience with the person we love. I like bringing those emotions to their most basic level--the heart, the physical, the need--when we're happy, content, angry, or just plain apathetic. The connection we have with another person takes us beyond those emotions to something more. It breaks down the anger, revives the apathetic, turns the content down new roads, and takes happy to tears [if you're a big, fat cry baby, I mean. ;)].

JUSTROMANCE.ME is offering another fun bloghop, with great prizes, including a Kindle Fire of some kind. ;) And books, lots of books and swag, by the authors who are hosting it.

Enjoy the excerpt. It's from Unwanted Vows, the first book in my Lawrence Family series, coming out later this year. [I just finished revisions on it. It's just going to be awesome...very excited to share this story and all the Lawrence stories with you!]

...and this is where you stop reading if you don't like a more explicit scene...

...I mean it. Stop reading!

Samantha came over and kissed his shoulder. His eyes slid closed as her scent surrounded him. Fingers, of their own accord, traced lines over her bare skin, and he pulled her close. “We have a few minutes, right?”

She grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck, and the towel slid off.

He moaned as her naked body pressed to his, and he let his hands grip the sweet cheeks of her rear. “Sam,” he whispered as his lips found the pulse in her neck. 

Her head fell back, exposing her to him, and he trailed kisses along every square inch of that soft skin. His heart filled. He had her, for good now.

He wanted to take her home, wanted her in that less-than-luxury lodge, and could imagine her in his home, her home. Right where she’d wanted to be in the first place. Only now it would be better. 

“Morgan.” With frantic movements, she reached for his waist, undid his belt and fly, and released him. Her hands were on him in an instant, and he dragged her up into his arms and carried her to their bedroom. She sucked his bottom lip into her warm, wet mouth, and God, he couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to celebrate life, celebrate their win today.

This was his unspoken promise, his undying desire—for her, for everything.

He stripped bare, the shirt coming off, the pants dropping to floor, and he nudged her up against the pillows. “Sam,” he spoke, placing his hands against her knees and opening her. “Oh.”

He had not a single thought after that, just raging need transformed into action. The sight of her hot center undid him. He took it, giving himself to her from straining, swollen tip to aching flesh at his base.

She was ready for him, too. Slick with desire, the sound of her climax coming so soon with soft whimpers and the slap of their skin.

“Sam,” he groaned her name as he thrust into her again and again.

“Oh crap,” she said.

And then he heard it. The sound of Olivia’s waking cry.

“Don’t you dare,” Sam demanded, when he paused. She reached for him and grabbed his hips. “You finish this…or I will.”

He laid his hand flat against her belly. The racing need to finish had eased, so he pressed his length into her, lifted her hips to change the angle, and drove further. Then, using the heel of his hand, he rubbed that small bit of flesh between them.

And she flew like he knew she would, high as a kite, sweet as rain…

He leaned over to softly kiss her lips. “I love you, babe.”

Then he left her, tucked himself back into his clothes, and went for Olivia.

Baby, It's Cold Outside!

And I'm doing a Fabulous Giveaway!!
Because you know what?
It's cold outside, and there is nothing like cold outside to made a booklover want to read...that's a given. But this year, I broke out from my mold.

This year, I did something I haven't done since I was in my teens.
I ice-skated! [and despite the photo, I was doing it without holding on! haha] That's my wee, sweet daughter, Darla.

It was absolutely addicting. I worried that I wouldn't be able to do it. That it wasn't like riding a bike, ya know, and I'd fall flat on my ass a few hundred times before the hour or two were up.

But I didn't. It was awesome. I even smoked the old man, who is determined enough to learn something new in order to keep up. ;) :D Actually, he's quite athletic and a runner, so I wasn't surprised at all that he caught on so well. A few more outings with him, and I'm sure he'll be passing me by! 

So, tell me, what's one thing you did as a kid [and this includes even the younger crowd!!] that you haven't done in years? Sledding? Ice skating? Skiing? 

Are you living in the south and it's been years since you roller skated? Bowled? 

Leave a comment!! I'm giving away a $5 Amazon Giftcard, randomly selected from everyone who visits the crazy fun Baby-It's-Cold-Outside Blog Hop put on by

And if it's still January 3rd, you've blasted through the blog hop, and you're bored, I'll be on Facebook, doing another giveaway, being hosted by my publishing company on their page as I chat about my new release, Letters From Home. Come on and join the fun.


ON SALE NOW! Only .99 for a limited time.
This book and all Entangled Flirts...

Zack finally caught Lena’s gaze from across the table, and he lifted a brow as if to ask her, what is this?

Not that he didn’t enjoy spending time with the family. As a matter of fact, until the holidays had come around, there’d only been a few dinners since summer ended. School, work, and life had taken precedence.

Lena shrugged and a slight flush rose on her cheeks.

“Lena, you and me, at the pool table for a game.” When it looked like she might refuse, Zack stood and went around the table.

“I play winner.” Juan called out.

“Oh, no. I can’t. I stink at pool, Zack. You know very well how badly I play pool.”

“Come on. Smart girl like you should have no problem setting up a table and sinking a few balls.

Practice, that’s all.” Zack tugged on Lena’s chair. He took her hand and was surprised to feel a slight tremble in it. He tightened his grip. “Relax, I’m not going to bite. It’s just a friendly game of billiards.”

She laughed, almost nervously. He let her hand go when they reached the little cove with a table in it.

They were just hidden from view, enough to be able to talk privately, or make out. But that was just his imagination running away with him.

They both took a cue, and Zack set the table. Her silence put him on edge. Usually he knew what she was thinking, now he felt out-of-sorts. He’d asked her out on a date—hadn’t he?

She’d come with an entourage.


He looked up and found her waiting for him. He made the opening break and nodded to her. “Your turn.”

She stared at him with a blush rising on her cheeks. “Where do I start?”

He relaxed, smiled at her, then studied the table, looking for her first move. “Over here,” he started and took her arm to guide her around to where the cue ball sat. “Go for the solids. You can hit the four in, no problem. Easy peasy.”

She stood behind her cue and leaned over the table.

“No. Not like that.” Zack moved in behind her.

The idea hadn’t started out as a ploy, but now that he was here, breathing in the delicious scent of her perfume, he enjoyed the heat of her against his skin where his arms met hers. They were hip to hip. He cupped her hand in his and rested the cue stick on top of it. She fit perfectly under his arm and against his body.

He cleared his throat as lust shot straight through his bones. “Ready?”

She turned her head and eyed him suspiciously. Her gaze fell to his lips for a fraction of a second, but she turned back to the table and took her shot. The light bracelets at her wrists chimed, and the purple ball rolled into the corner pocket. “Okay.” She grinned, turning into his space. His hands went to her shoulders where they met skin, supple and smooth.

“That wasn’t too hard at all,” she whispered. Her breath seemed caught in her throat, as if maybe, maybe she felt something too.

Zack stayed where he was, absorbing her warmth, the happiness that seemed to roll off her. This was what he’d wanted for her when he asked her to go out with him. Just a chance to have some fun, remember what it was like when they were younger.

He brushed strands of her hair from her face, the touch making his heart stutter. The urge to kiss her overwhelmed him. “Lena.”


With his thumb, Zack traced a line along her collarbone. He tunneled his hand under the thick weight of her dark hair. Her eyes were wide with wonder. When he dipped his head to taste her, her lips parted, and she sucked in a breath.

Zack’s heart was pounding. Like the staccato of his M16, beating against his chest.

The kiss was soft and slow, and at first she didn’t respond at all. On the verge of letting her go completely, he felt her hands come up and grip his waist. Her lips moved against his.

Nothing in his entire life had felt so right before. He sank into her.

“Hey guys…Whoa!”

Zack groaned at the intrusion. Lena broke away, sucked in another breath, this one filled with shock and what-did-I-do?

His eyes slid shut. Damn it.