Tuesday, April 27, 2010

RT Week

It's time for the annual Romantic Times convention so this week and next the Tuesday Featured Book and Wednesday Wonder Writer are on hiatus. The Tuesday book will return on May 11 and I have a fantastic pick lined up! And the Wonder Writer will return May 12. Tessie Bradford will be visiting. It's sure to be an awesome interview.

I'll be heading out to RT "unofficially" on Saturday and will be hanging around the book signing and bar. If you see me, say hi! I'll have some promo stuff with me :-)

So...since I don't have a featured book this week, I'm going to direct you to a free read. Patricia Pellicane posted a free read on her website yesterday. You can find it HERE. Check it out!!

Monday, April 26, 2010

Monday Minute Fiction - Shifting

Welcome to Monday Minute Fiction. Join me every Monday for a bit of quick fiction. Then check out the bottom of my post for other authors doing Monday Minute Fiction too!


(this work belongs to Brynn Paulin and cannot be duplicated without permission)

A slight breeze tousled my hair as I swayed forward an back in the swing, idly dragging my Keds in the sand. The sun had gone down and the park was now illuminated by only the moon. I knew I should go home. Being out here alone at night wasn’t particularly safe, but going home seemed less safe at the moment.

A squeak heralded someone sitting in the swing beside mine. My fingers tightened on the chains attached to my seat as I prepared to stand and walk away.

“You come here often?” he asked before I could move.

“Occasionally,” I answered. My tension drained a bit and I started to swing once more. I glanced over at my companion. “How did you find me?”

“I called your mother. She’s told me you come here when you’re upset.”

“Did you tell her why I’m upset?”

He sighed. “Of course not. It’s not something I tell just anyone.”

“How about your wife? Don’t you think I should have known before we married? I mean, what the hell? You come home and tell me ‘oh gee, I might be shifting into a jaguar tonight’ and then you do! What the hell, Jayson? What the hell! Don’t you think maybe I should have been told I was marrying a shifter? That it’s knowledge you should have given me before we started trying for a baby?”

“Yeah,” he said quietly.

“Then why?”

“I was scared you’d run. I didn’t want to lose you.”

I was silent for a few moments, digesting his raw emotion and bald explanation. I looked up at the sliver of silver moon. “So living a charade was so much better? For two years?”

The last time his cycle had come to the point where he’d be forced to shift, he’d been conveniently “out of town”.

“Of course not. I wanted to tell you every day.” He took my hand and I let him hold it while I thought.

“I don’t know, Jayson.” It was as if everything I thought I knew had been blown apart. Releasing his hand, I got off the swing and paced to the merry-go-round. I sensed Jayson on my heels. I lay in the middle of the metal surface, holding onto two of the metal bars as the stars and moon slowly spun above me. Jayson gave the merry-go-round a gentle spin then kept it going so the disk moved faster and faster. The world careened dizzily around me, but I knew I was safe. Jayson wouldn’t let anything happen to me.

That was the core of it, wasn’t it? The simplicity. Jayson loved me and would do anything for me—even lie though it wasn’t in his usual nature. In the past he’d always been painfully truthful. Perhaps that was why this revelation hurt so deeply. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t understand why.

The metal under me shuddered as Jayson got the disk going as fast as he wanted and he leapt aboard. He took a few unsteady steps toward me then knelt, straddling my hips. Bending forward, he kissed me as we spun. My hand buried in his hair, and on a soft moan, I met him. Our lips caressed until the world stopped spinning, then Jayson started it all again. Eventually, he moved us so one of his legs was close enough to hang off the edge and keep us moving in the circle. He lay on his back with me cuddled close to his side as we stared at the stars.

I had a lot to deal with, but right now, in the whole scheme of things, I guessed it didn’t matter. Hadn’t I said: I vow to love you and care for you as long as we both shall live. I take you with all your faults and your strengths. I will help you when you need help, and I will turn to you when I need help. I choose you as the person with whom I will spend my life.

I had chosen him, and he was still the person with whom I found the most comfort. So he turned into a jaguar… I shivered. Okay, that still freaked me out. It didn’t change the man I’d loved since I’d met him three years ago. His soul was still the same.

“Don’t ever lie to me,” I whispered. The wind swept away the sound but Jayson still heard.

“I promise I won’t. And I promise you’re safe with me.”

I nodded, remembering earlier. “I’m sorry I screamed when you changed… And that I almost ran you over with the car when I was running away.”

“You wish you’d actually hit me?” he teased.

“Jayson,” I chided him.

He kissed me softly, ramping up the peace welling inside me. I had a lot of adjustment to make, but this would be okay.

Thanks for reading! I hope you return next week. Leave me a comment!!! Also participating in Monday Minute Fiction:

Ashley Ladd and her story, Forever.

Check it out!!!!

If you're an author who'd like to participate in Monday Minute Fiction, please contact me and I'll hook you up for next week and on.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Wednesday Wonder Writer - Suzanne Graham!!

Hey everyone! I'm thrilled to have Suzanne Graham with me today as my Wednesday Wonder Writer. Suzanne is a talented up and coming writer and I'm excited to learn more about her (and see her upcoming books). The interview:

Thank you, Brynn, for inviting me to share my story with your readers today. I am a big fan of your Circle of Three series, and I am honored you have asked me to join you on your blog. [Thanks for being here Suzanne! I'm always thrilled to meet people who like C3.]

Author’s lives intrigue readers and other writers. Tell me about your typical daily schedule.

During the week my alarm rings at 6:20 a.m. and gets slapped. Then I snooze for nine minutes before it rudely wakes me again. I roll out of bed, brush my teeth and dress for my cardio workout. I kiss kid #1 goodbye as Dad takes him out the door to drive him to the bus stop. After exercising, I put kid #2 on the bus that stops at the end of the driveway. I grab a quick shower in the twenty minutes before I have to drive kid #3 to his bus stop. By 8:40 a.m., I’m back home and turn on the country and western music channel to fill the house with country love songs. I sit in my Girl Cave (see pic), check email and open my current work in progress.

Do you have a pre-writing routine to prepare yourself to get down to business?

Sometimes if I’m struggling to get to work, I make myself a promise. Something like, “I get to spend the afternoon reading the next book on my to-be-read pile after I sit here and write this next chapter.”

What’s your writing style? Slow and steady? Quick and prolific? All over the place?

I’m really good with deadlines, and I’m really bad without them. If I don’t give myself a deadline to finish a story, it will take me months to write 15K words. Whereas when I had a deadline, I finished a 15K story in eleven days.

What’s the most important lesson you’ve learned since starting work in this industry?

I have been amazed over and over again at how wonderful other authors have been to me as I make my way through this crazy life as a writer. The authors I’ve met have been the most fabulous women I know—helpful, supportive, caring, funny, generous, and empathetic.

What are you working on now?

I have begun to venture into paranormal. My editor is reviewing my first m/m/f paranormal story, and I am now working on a m/m/f shape shifter book.

What’s your favorite genre to write?

I enjoy exploring the complex emotions involved in multiple partner relationships. In my Gifts of Desire series, I had two couples who had to overcome various levels of jealousy to find their happiness in an unconventional relationship.

I find a lot of authors like to read outside their chosen genre. What do you like to read?

I’m a book slut. I read everything.

Do you have a favorite author or someone you look up to in the industry?

I’m a big Suzanne Brockmann fan. I read about her Troubleshooters series in an article in RWR, Romance Writers Report, and ran right out to get her US Navy Seals. Yummy alpha heroes!

Tell me your writing story…when did you decide this was what you want to do? How long did it take you to get “the call”? When were you first published? Etc.

I’ve been a romance reader since middle school when I fell in love with historical western romances from Sunfire publishers in the eighties. Each title was the name of the heroine. These books still sit on my keeper shelf. In the back of my mind, I always imagined myself writing one of those stories. I finally got around to writing my first story three years ago. I had no idea what I was doing, but I had some great scenes delivered to me via a dream. It was a women’s fiction story that now collects dust under my bed. When I joined a local writer’s group, I learned about the exciting genre of erotic romance and decided to write a story that turned up the heat. I wrote it in the summer of 2008. I revised it in January of 2009, and in August of that year it was published by Total-e-Bound. That was The Birthday Present, book one of my Gifts of Desire series. Book two, The Christmas Present, was published in December, and the third book, The Anniversary Present, will be out this summer.

What’s your latest release? Can you tell us about the book and how you got the idea?

My current release with Total-e-bound is The Christmas Present—book two in my Gifts of Desire series. Tom has a surprise Christmas present for his wife, but he can only give it to her with the help of Mark and Sabrina.

What’s your writing space like?

I have a fabulous home office called the Girl Cave. (The Boy Cave is in the basement where my hubby and my boys have a woodworking workshop.) My shelves were designed by me and built by my handy hubby. The southern-facing windows look out over the woods in my backyard.

What do you do when you’re not writing?

READ! Cook dinner, get kids on and off buses, hang out with my girlfriends, scrapbook, take naps. I’d say the last one is my favorite.

I’m all about ‘giving people something to talk about’. We all experience crazy things from time to time. Can you tell us something unusual that you’ve done or had happen to you?

I love to dance. At the RomantiCon conference sponsored by Ellora’s Cave in October, I won second place in the dance contest. I lost to the author who did the dirty dancing with her Caveman. In the picture, I’m in the background in the short pink dress. First place is straddling her male model, and third place is on the left side of the picture. I won a pink lava lamp and a gift certificate to Ellora’s Cave. It was a 1960s themed party. This year I am practicing the Charleston for the 1920s themed dance contest.

Tell us… What’s your favorite movie and why?

I just watched The Ugly Truth, today. I was laughing out loud. It’s a fantastic new version of the play—Cyrano de Bergerac.

Is there anything else you’d like to share with readers?

Thank you for keeping authors in the business of writing by buying books. Every time you read a pirated book, another author loses her wings.

Last questions… Coke or Pepsi? Water

Summer or Winter? Seriously!?! I live in snowy West Michigan. Summer, of course!!!

Cat person or Dog person? Two cat person

Bronte or Austen? TIE! Jane Eyre and Pride and Prejudice

Star Trek or Star Wars? Battlestar Galatica [Brynn truth: I have the BG series on DVD ;) So with you there. Who's your fav. BG guy??]

Team Edward or Team Jacob? Don’t know either one well enough, yet.

McDonalds or Burger King? Panera

Thanks for being here Suzanne! Readers, you can find Suzanne at:


Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Tuesday Book - Soul Dancer

Hi everyone! I'm pleased to feature Soul Dancer by Aurora Rose Lynn on my blog this morning. It's available today at Resplendence Publishing!

Once they used to dance as children, now Jamar Q’ellan wants to take dancing with Kierra Vonne to another level. As the years have elapsed, the distance between Jamar and Kierra has become insurmountable yet both will become entangled in a dance of desire.

On the planet of Manitee-a in 2975 C.E., skin color determines whether you’re of the ruling class or a slave. Sex and love between them is forbidden between the black-skinned Jaquill ruling class and the white kattanee slaves. Kierra, a slave, knows the ultimate penalty if she makes love to Jamar but he is persistent, persuasive, and unwilling to let go of her and consequently the carefree past in which she loved and trusted him without reservation.

The one time Kierra is allowed to choose, she must make a life or death decision - walk away from Jamar and true love or give him the passionate nights they both deserve. She just might make the wrong choice.

Planet of Manitee-a, Becutan Villa 2975 Common Era

“Dance with me like we used to.”

Clenching her hands into tight fists, Kierra Vonne searched the room behind Jamar. Was there anything that appeared out of place or was anyone eavesdropping where they shouldn’t? The antechamber was empty.

Returning her haunted gaze to him, she whispered urgently, “Please. You know we can’t be seen together.” They could if he were ordering her to perform some lowly task but treating her as an equal was forbidden on Becutan land.

He took a decisive, graceful step toward her. With her heart pounding, she backed away. He was the most devastatingly handsome man she’d ever known with his black skin in sharp contrast to the whiteness of her own.

“Lord Jamar,” she said, stating his formal name with the hope of distancing him from her, “my station is far below yours. If you would like a cup a caya tea, please don’t hesitate to tell me.” The soft-spoken, meaningful reminder should deter him until she found a way to flee, but the antechamber’s sliding doors were behind him and impossibly out of reach.

Jamar faced her, as rooted to the polished floor as a thirty-foot caya tree with its stately fronds undulating in the still, humid air. Except caya trees didn’t have sizeable hard-ons. “Kierra,” he said, breaking the tense, expectant silence, “the music is empty and meaningless without you.”

“Don’t,” she pleaded, her voice breathless and hoarse to her own ears. She moistened her lips, unwilling to run past the handsome man who’d once been her best childhood friend. Age and the dictates of society had placed a sharp, divisive line between them that neither could cross. If her heart could bleed dry, this would be a good time while Jamar observed her from heavy-lidded, gold eyes. Every time he came within a few feet of her, her heart danced in imitation of an erotic and fast-paced samba.

He moved forward several inches. “We can dance again,” he murmured, his hot gaze never leaving hers. “We can drive the butterflies into a frenzy and the birds to sing in our honor.”

Like we used to.

Emphatically, Kierra shook her head. “Those days are over,” she said quietly, her heart shattering into a million pieces. If only he was white like she was, not so devastatingly sexy with black skin and short, onyx hair she’d tenderly run her fingers through countless times.

The small room that served as an antechamber to his bedroom was closing in on her, sending her into a panic that left every muscle in her body quivering. He’d come a step closer and towered above her with his magnetic and charming presence.

“You know you’ll give in and dance with me,” he warned, his eyes flashing with sensuous heat.

Kierra sensed her world slipping away. She knew better than to allow him closer, and yet he’d cornered her as if he’d known she’d be here dusting and vacuuming. Had he arranged this meeting? She hadn’t seen him in almost three years. No, that was an outright lie. Without his knowledge, she’d watched him several times as he bathed in the cool blue waters in the enclosed courtyard.

He was the most attractive man she’d ever seen. His arms rippled with muscles, as did his thighs. She’d even allowed herself to wonder what would happen if she’d lain between his thighs, his hot shaft pulsing with fierce longing and her wet pussy spasming with need.

She gave a shuddering breath. She shouldn’t have looked, but the sight of his nude, virile body left her weak and helpless. Kierra could never have him. Sex with a Jaquill was punishable by death.

Be sure to check out this book at
Resplendence Publishing!

Monday, April 19, 2010

Monday Minute Fiction - Making the Sale

Welcome to Monday Minute Fiction. Join me every Monday for a bit of quick fiction. Then check out the bottom of my post for other authors doing Monday Minute Fiction too!

Making the Sale

(this work belongs to Brynn Paulin and cannot be duplicated without permission)

“No,” Jack protested. “No. I don’t care what you do to this place, it will never be home.”

“Oh come on, honey. It’s cheap—”

“Yeah, I wonder why,” he interrupted sarcastically. “It looks like a graffiti museum.”

“Which we’ll cover with drywall,” Bella countered.

“That’s another thing. Cement wall. An exposed ceiling. There isn’t a pipe or duct in this place that’s not showing. Do you realize how much work—and money—it will take to make this livable?”

She sighed. “Look at how much space we’ll have. It’s premium. Do you know how much apartments are running in New York?”

“Uh, yeah. I’ve been dragged to every available space for two months now.”

“This one is less than any we’ve seen, with ten times the space.”

“Oh yeah?” Jack was warming up now. Marginally.

“And I am the designer of the year. I can have this place up to par in no time.” She leaned against one of the exposed support poles.

“For how much?”

“Less than you think. We’ll do all the work ourselves.”

“Great,” he muttered.

“And I’ll have my dad and brothers buy our supplies outside the city and deliver them.”

“Your dad and brothers who live in Ohio? I’m sure they’ll love that.” He shook his head, looking at the graffiti on the walls. “Can we go now? This place is making me itchy and I’m sure some homeless person is waiting for us to leave so he can settle in for the night.”

“Sit down,” she told him.


“Sit down. Right there where you are and look at me.” Her hand went to her top button as she waited. Finally, he sat. “First of all,” she said, “I locked the door. No one’s coming in. Second, I think this place has merits. It’s close to your business and closer to my subway stop. We’ll have plenty of space to entertain.”

His eyes were riveted on her hand which had now released four of her buttons, revealing her red satin bra—his favorite. She released the last button, then turned her back on him. Slowly, she opened her jeans while she swiveled her hips. Moving to a sexy tune in her head, she grasped the pole and bent forward, giving him a good view of her rear in her tight jeans. Rising slightly, she thrust her hips forward to hump against the support.

Jack groaned. “Would this part of the floor be our bedroom?”

She grinned and shrugged off her shirt then tossed it to him. Grasping the cool pole once more, she spun around then bent so he had a sideways view of her body. One hand traveled the length of her body to the juncture of her thighs. She swiveled her hips again as if she were pleasuring herself. Closing her eyes and parting her lips, she turned her face toward him. Her hand moved to her belly then back down, this time pushing inside her panties. Her fingers slid over her slippery folds, and she rubbed her clit, drawing a small whimper.

Rising, she spun and pressed her back to the support. Her head fell back to one side of the pole. She bent her legs slightly and drove two fingers inside her needy cunt, this time moaning in earnest as she finger-fucked herself.

An iron grip circled her wrist and she realized suddenly that Jack had risen. He pulled her hand from her pants and lifted it to his mouth. Slowly, he sucked her cream from her fingers. Turning her, he pressed both her palms to the pole. He shoved her pants and her boots to her ankles then kicked her feet apart. His body undulated against hers, as he forced her to bend. Her arms were straight out as she held the pole, her back flat and her bared ass open to him.

Jack’s cock dragged along her folds, and she smiled, knowing how she’d arouse him. His pants chafed her thighs and she moaned, knowing he’d only opened them enough to free his cock. Swaying against him, she pretended she was a pole dancer. He was her client, a man driven out of control, and he was going to fuck her onstage, in front of everyone.

His hands grasped her hips and he drove inside her, drawing a raw scream from her lips. Desperately, she arched back against him as much as she could, loving the feel of his width forcing apart her tender folds. Somehow knowing what she needed, he pounded into her.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he groaned as she started to come. “Give it to me. Give it all to me.”

Her fingers went white on the pole; her cries echoed hoarsely throughout the room as her cunt convulsed around him. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh accompanied the sound of her voice. Jack grunted. His hips shoved against hers one last time, and she felt his release pour into her. She always loved that feeling, her man, claiming her.

He pulled free then drew her to stand against his body. His damp cock, still somewhat hard, pressed to her back as he kissed her neck and whispered his lips to her ear.

“Sold,” he murmured. “As long as the pole stays.”

Bella grinned. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

Thanks for reading! I hope you return next week. Leave me a comment!!! Also participating in Monday Minute Fiction:

Ashley Ladd and her story, Body Painting.

Check it out!!!!

If you're an author who'd like to participate in Monday Minute Fiction, please contact me and I'll hook you up for next week and on.

Saturday, April 17, 2010


Okay, other than supporting gay rights and random community service, I’m not a huge activist. Don’t take this as a Let’s Go Green and Save the Planet post. I’m a strong believer in doing your part, but I’m an equally strong believer in the earth going through cycles and the fact that a lot of what’s happening right now is just part of the cycle—not a greenhouse effect.

Anyway, enough about that. Here’s the thing. Today, I spent the morning doing road cleanup with my church. We take care of a one mile stretch that runs in front of our church. It’s a twice a year commitment, plus big stuff if we see it. At first glance, it looks pretty clean. Today, we split into groups, one going north and one south to clean up the road. It’s always astounding. Over fifteen bags of garbage. FIFTEEN!!! Good grief.

How does there get to be that much trash. I thought with education and awareness—and tough littering laws—that people had stopped throwing stuff from their car windows. Some things get lost by accident—gloves, a piece of paper that blew out the window, something left on top of the car—but not all this stuff.

It’s always eye-opening and amazing to see just how much stuff people just toss out as they’re driving down the road. Makes you just want to yell STOP!!!

Friday, April 16, 2010

Lance Bass PSA for Day of Silence (:60)

Sometimes I’m so proud of my kid. He and several of his friends participated in the Day of Silence today. I didn’t even know he was doing it, but I’m so happy he did. Maybe he is listening when I talk, lol.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Wedneday Wonder Writer - Jambrea Jo Jones!!!

You know what? I love Wednesday Wonder Writer! I get to have some of the best people visit. I'm happy to have Jambrea Jo Jones with us today so I can share her awesomeness. Here's her interview:

Author’s lives intrigue readers and other writers. Tell me about your typical daily schedule.

Hmmm…I’m pretty boring when it comes to my daily life. I don’t have much of a schedule. I wake up (and usually, I’m not happy about it. I am NOT a morning person.) get my shower, get ready for my day job. Wake up my son and husband, get them moving. Take my son to school then take myself to work where I’m a secretary for a steel fabricator. Do my day to day stuff while getting in a little fun reading, writing, or beta reading. Then I call it a day, pick up my son, get dinner ready, help my son with his homework, watch a little tv before sending the little man to bed. Then I try to get some writing done. Of course, that doesn’t always happen because I’m tired or distracted by the Internet.

Do you have a pre-writing routine to prepare yourself to get down to business?

Not really. If I have an idea, I’ll just start writing. Or I’ll open up a story I’ve started, read back through it and hope to get into it enough to get going. I have a group, International Heat, and sometimes we’ll do some timed writing. That really helps me get into it.

What’s your writing style? Slow and steady? Quick and prolific? All over the place?

I would have to say all over the place, but I’m more quick than prolific. I’m trying to become prolific. I wrote one short story in less than eight hours. Granted it was only 5,000 words, but that usually doesn’t happen for me. For the most part, I think I’m kind of slow, but never steady. Lol I’m hoping to try for steady next, then prolific.

What’s the most important lesson you’ve learned since starting work in this industry?

Keep your true friends close, because it can be a hard road. They help you when you’re down and brainstorm with you when you’re up. And, have fun.

What are you working on now?

Right now, I’m trying to add words to a short that I thought was finished. It’s called Love by Design. It takes place in the future and the government has made super soldiers to fight off an alien attack. It will still be a short. I’m hoping for 20,000 words on this one. Valerie Tibbs of Tibbs Design even created a cover for me to use as inspiration. I just love it!

What’s your favorite genre to write?

Goodness, I like to write it all. Well, except historical. But that is because I wouldn’t want to mess something up and it is much easier to make it up. Lol I like paranormal, but contemporary is good. I love to write about military men and I want to try a romantic comedy. Those are hard though.

I find a lot of authors like to read outside their chosen genre. What do you like to read?

I love to read m/m. I find myself reading them more and more. I did start writing them as well. There is just something addictive about two men and romance.

Do you have a favorite author or someone you look up to in the industry?

OMG! Yes. Lol Those reading this who know me already know the name I’m going to type. Heehee TA Chase. I love they way he writes. I think a close second would be Carol Lynne. I look up to both of them. I respect their work and the way the treat their fans. Both are wonderful people as well as writers.

Tell me your writing story…when did you decide this was what you want to do? How long did it take you to get “the call”? When were you first published? Etc.

I wanted to write when I was in high school. My dream, at the time, was to be the youngest author published in romance. I actually had a story all ready to go. I think I sent in a synopsis to a couple agents, but I really had no clue what I was doing. Lol I had a couple rejections. I put the story aside. Went to college for a year. I didn’t like it. I’m a pretty shy person socially. Being around all those strangers was hard for me.

I ended up leaving and moving in with a friend back home. Her family was going to move to Barstow, CA. I decided to go with them. Did that for about a year before I came back home. Then I joined the Air Force. So it took me a while to come back to writing. I still wrote poems and read but didn’t really write.

I found out about yahoo groups a couple years ago and started participating, which led me to reviews. I found Joyfully Reviewed and became a reviewer. I loved doing that. Writing the reviews made me remember my desire to write. I had a few ideas, but it took a bit to find the right one. Dreams. Yep. That is the name of the first story I wrote. The one where I found out what it meant to have characters ‘talk’ to you. I finished it up and pitched it at the Lori Foster event. That was in 2008. It was rejected, but I held onto it and Total e-Bound had a call for shifters. Dreams just happened to be…a shifter story. It was accepted and became a part of the Over the Moon Anthology. It ended up being a lot of firsts for me. My first story, my first contract with Total e-Bound and my first print. How cool is that?

How many books have you had published and for whom?

I have eight stories out right now.

From Freya's Bower: OTOG Anthology & Runaway Man
From eXtasy: Heart Song ;Unseen Path:Unwinding Path
From Total-e-Bound: Over the Moon; Stealing my Heart
From Liquid Silver: Semper Fi: Magnus

Tell me about a recent release and how you got the idea.

One of my recent releases is Semper Fi: Magnus from Liquid Silver. It’s a contemporary military suspense story. I loved writing about big tough marines. There is just something about a man in uniform. I’ve always loved watching military movies on tv and being in the armed services, I wanted to write about them. Plus, it helped that my dad was in the marines (once a marine, always a marine) and I had a marine boyfriend. I also love the show NCIS and used that in Magnus. Mag’s woman, Emily, is an NCIS agent.

I plan on doing a few other books with my Marines. I’m working on my next one after I finish Love by Design.

What’s your writing space like?

I write on a tv tray in my living room. Lol Someday I would love to have an actual office. But for now it’s perfect because I can write when my son is awake. Doesn’t happen often, but at least I’m there for him if he needs me.

What do you do when you’re not writing?

Mostly? Reading for fun or beta reading for others, with the tv on in the background.

I’m all about ‘giving people something to talk about’. We all experience crazy things from time to time. Can you tell us something unusual that you’ve done or had happen to you?

I was racking my brain for something and couldn’t think of anything. I asked my friend JR Patrick if she could remember me telling her anything. And she did!

Last year, I bought a magnet for my car. It has my website on it as well as Go Green, Read an ebook. I keep it on there all the time and don’t think anything of it. One day a salesman came in and asked about it. Now, I don’t use a pen name, well, not really. I use my maiden name, but my website is www.jambrea.com so there isn’t any hiding from it. Lol.

I shouldn’t assume, but the man was an older gentleman and I told him that it was my website and I write ‘all kinds’ of romance. And I do, because to me, love is love, no matter the gender. Anyway, he said, oh, my wife reads romance. I’m thinking, oh no. I know my face was red. The guys at work know I write, but we don’t really talk about it because no matter how many naughty words I write (and I can write a lot of them) I can’t say them out loud and now this man might direct his wife to my site, and I might have to see him again. Color me embarrassed. Um…did I mention that I embarrass easy? No? Well, I do. My mom likes to say stuff so my face goes red. I kid you not! But that’s a whole other story; damn that Facebook and my husband’s love for it. Lol.

So far, the gentleman hasn’t been back. I hope I didn’t scare him or his wife off. Lol.

Tell us… What’s your favorite movie and why?

I LOVE movies so this is a little hard for me. The first movie that really stuck with me, that I will always love is Gone with the Wind. I think I’ve read the book as much as I’ve watched the movie.

I actually got to watch it on a big screen in a theatre once. It was during our festival season. Our old theatre was showing it. I dragged my two friends and made them watch it with me. It began my love affair with Clark Gable. Lol.

I love history (crazy, I know since I’m not interested in writing a historical romance. Lol) and Gone with the Wind depicts our country in one of its biggest struggles, against itself. Having that in the backdrop is just the start. Scarlett is such a strong woman in a time when women were seen, but not heard, yet she persevered and ended up running things. She was so strong that she pushed away a man who could have been her world because she didn’t really think she needed anyone. And boy was she stubborn. While watching and reading, you know she didn’t really love Ashley. She loved the idea of Ashley and after her world was turned upside down, she clung to the ideal. I think the only thing I really didn’t like was the ending, but man, what a story.

Is there anything else you’d like to share with readers?

Just that I love talking to readers. Or should I just say I love to talk. I’m always around some yahoo group. Lol, I do have my own. It’s called Heat Wave and it’s the home to the wonderful authors that are International Heat. Or you can always email me Jambrea@jambrea.com

Last questions…
Coke or Pepsi? Diet Coke, Regular Pepsi

Summer or Winter? Summer. I hate the cold.

Cat person or Dog person? Both

Bronte or Austen? I’m not as familiar with them as I should be, but I’ll go with Bronte. There are three of them. Lol.

Star Trek or Star Wars? Star Trek, but I really like Star Wars too. And not the original Star Trek. I got hooked with Next Generation. I LOVED the new movie.

Team Edward or Team Jacob? Neither really, but if forced to choose I would go with Team Jacob.

McDonalds or Burger King? McDonalds.

Thanks for being here Jambrea! Readers, you can find Jambrea at:

www.jambrea.com (her blog is there too!)

Be sure to be on the lookout for Jambrea's new book, Retribution, releasing from Total-e-bound on May 3, 2010!!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Tuesday Book - ME!!

Well, I don't have a Tuesday Featured Book to share with you today because the author never got back to me, so you're stuck with me, lol. So, I'm featuring my own book, Belonging to Them. This is the first book in the Daly Way series and will be released by Resplendence Publishing next week.


Daly, Wyoming: Population 159 (and 152 are men)

On the run from her past, Rayna Halliday is devastated when her old car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. She soon finds that her ex has managed to block her credit cards, her accounts and even her cell phone in an attempt to exert his control over her. Giving in to him is something she refuses to do.

When the owners of O’Keefe’s Gas and Repair come to her rescue, they make her an offer that tantalizes the forbidden desires within her—she can find a way to pay for the car repairs or she can belong to them for two weeks and they’ll see to her repairs for free. At the sexual mercy of four gorgeous men for two weeks… Why not? She can have fun and get things straightened out, all at once. But there are two problems heading her way: an ex on a rampage and her heart that’s in for more than just fun.

EXCERPT (unedited version):

Heat flushed Rayna’s cheeks as she walked into the reception area of the garage. She wasn’t prone to fits but this situation had utterly shoved her over the edge.

“I’m sorry,” she said. She drew in a breath, forcing back the urge to cry. She’d do that later, in bed, once she found a place to sleep. “I’m just a little overwhelmed. Look, um, I have the money for the repairs. It’s just a matter of accessing it. Though at the moment… I don’t suppose you have a shop for my cell phone provider in town.” She gave the service name and watched in dismay in dismay as Patrick slowly shook his head. “I have some cash on me. Do you have a hotel around here?”

“Nearest is in the city, about an hour from here.”

“A bed and breakfast? Campground? A cave,” she added impatiently when he kept shaking his head. “All right…um. Is there a bank? Somewhere that I can get about forty dollars in quarters? Then a payphone.”


“For Pete’s sake! What the hell does this place have?” She held up her hand. “Sorry. Look, um… Is there someone who can drive me and my stuff into the city? Maybe I can get a bus ticket or something there.”

“What about your car?”

“I can send you money to fix it then have one of my cousins come and get it.”

He crossed his arms on the counter and leaned forward. She swallowed as his deep green eyes studied her. A faint streak of grease colored one cheekbone. Apparently, he’d tried to wipe it off at some point but hadn’t gotten it completely. Somehow, it only emphasized his fine bone structure and his black, black hair.

Despite her awful situation, her mouth watered. At another time, she might have considered exploring the spark of invitation in his eyes. And man… His navy shop shirt and pants hugged a frame that made her puny, pencil-pushing jerk of an ex look sickly. A little shiver went through her at the sight of his massive, rough-looking hands spanning his elbows as he rested there.

“Why don’t you stay?” he said simply.

“But there’s nowhere—”

“At our place. We have room. That Victorian over there.”

She turned to glance where he pointed. Room? The place was massive. “You should have a bed and breakfast there,” she murmured, looking back at him.

“No one to run one. My cousins, my brother and I are here most days. There’s four of us O’Keefes.”

“And you’d let me stay with you?” She glanced at the two men who’d joined them. One had blue eyes and an embroidered tag that said David. The other, with the tag Sean, had brown eyes. And man… What did they feed the men around here? They both had similar builds to Patrick, as well as similar looks. They were scruffier, but she guessed that was from working primarily in the garage.

Their hands looked just as rough.

“Of course you can,” Sean replied and David gave a quick nod.

“But there’s a…well, a catch,” Patrick said.

“Okay…” she ventured.

“If you say no, then I’ll arrange a ride for you into the city. But if you say yes, I promise you won’t regret it.”

“Yes, to what?”

Patrick studied her again and she sensed he was gauging her reaction to whatever he was about to propose. “For whatever reason,” he started, “Daly is a little one-sided on gender.”

“All men,” Sean injected. He shoved Patrick’s shoulder. “Stop being such a girl and just say it. Or I will, if you want.”

Patrick shot him a glare, sighed and refocused on Rayna. “Stay here for two weeks, free of room and board. We’ll fix your car. But in return, you’ll belong to us for two weeks.”

Her chin lowered and her head tilted slightly. “Excuse me?”

She couldn’t help the way her gaze flitted from one man’s hands to the next. Three sets of hands. Huge. Rough. Her heart pounded in her chest. What would they feel like running over her skin? Suddenly, her panties were damp and her womb quivered in anticipation though she was sure she’d heard incorrectly.

“There aren’t any unattached women in Daly,” Patrick said. “Most of the women here are with two or more men—all committed. We’d surely be obliged if you’d stay with us and be ours for the next two weeks. It will give you time to straighten out this mess that’s happened and if you insist that it will make you feel better to pay us later for the car, you can. But this isn’t about money of services. It’s really about an incredibly beautiful woman who’s taken our fancy and who we’d like to get to know a whole lot better.”

“And fuck,” Sean muttered, and both Patrick and David shoved him.

Despite the outlandish proposal before her and her utter confusion, she had a hard time containing her smile at their antics. Momentarily. Then the weight of it hit her again, and she picked up with Sean’s simple version of things. “You want me to stay here, with you and…fuck you. All of you?”

Monday, April 12, 2010

Monday Minute Fiction - Ex Sex

Welcome to Monday Minute Fiction. Join me every Monday for a bit of quick fiction. Then check out the bottom of my post for other authors doing Monday Minute Fiction too!

Ex Sex

(this work belongs to Brynn Paulin and cannot be duplicated without permission)

“You have got to be kidding me?” Kim stopped short as she entered the nearly deserted laundry mat to find her ex, Ted, leaning against the dryers clad in his boxer briefs and a pair of work boots. In the past, seeing this outfit would have turned her on. Now? Well, it still did, but her irritation overrode that.

Crossing the room, she set her laundry basket on a folding table, crossed her arms and glared at him. “What are you doing?”

“Waiting for a dryer,” he replied with a small smile though he didn’t look at her.

“What’s wrong with the one you’re leaning on?”

“Not hot enough.”

She stared at him, knowing he was up to something. A quick glance showed most of the machines were empty. As was the facility. Empty except for the clerk listening to headphones behind the desk at the front. She knew from experience that it would take a near nuclear event to budge the man which left her all but alone with Ted here at the back of the place.

“What’s wrong with the other machines?”

He set down his basket. “Not the ones I want. I only want a certain one. Just like I only want a particular woman.”

“Jana?” Kim’s tone was snarky, but she didn’t care.

“No. Not Jana. My brother completely photoshopped those pictures as a joke—a bad one. And you’d know that if you answered your damn phone and let him explain.”

“I thought it was you calling.”

He raised an eyebrow, his thoughts on her avoidance clear. With a sigh, she dropped her arms and shoved her hands into her skirt pockets. She looked away as she processed what he’d said. Was he telling the truth? Everything inside her wanted him to be though she’d be left with the knowledge she hadn’t trusted him…

“Really?” she asked.

“Really. Would I be standing here in my underwear if I wasn’t completely serious about getting your attention then making you to believe me?”

After setting his basket next to hers, he pulled her into his arms. She didn’t resist. In fact, she hugged him tight and pressed her nose to the warm, smooth flesh of his muscled chest.

“I only want one dryer too,” she told him.

Lifting her onto the table to sit beside their laundry, Ted stepped between her legs. He raised her chin so she looked at him. “I need you to talk to me.”

“I feel so stupid.”

“Don’t. They looked pretty convincing. I kicked the shit outta my brother.”

“Poor Simon.”

“Simon my ass. He ruined the best thing that ever happened to me.” Gently, he kissed her and she looped her arms around his shoulders. Her body pressed close to the one she always wanted to be near. “Mmm…God, I’ve missed you,” he murmured. “Let’s get your laundry going.”

“Huh?” she asked in a daze.

He smiled the wicked grin that always made her womb shiver. “I’ve always wanted to have sex during the spin cycle,” he said. Stepping back, he grabbed her basket and went to the nearest washer. After stuffing her load of darks inside and putting in the soap, he closed the lid. His grin even more wicked, he lifted her against him. Her legs naturally curved around his hips as he walked back to the machine and set her on top.

“Quarters?” he asked.

“In my pocket.” She leaned back on her hands so he could get the change. The removal soon became a long exploration with her pocket stretched so he could explore her pussy through the fabric. Her eyes closed as he rubbed her clit making her squirm for all the things she’d been missing since they’d split.

When she was nice and wet and inches from orgasm, he pulled out the six quarters and inserted them in the coin slots. The appliance immediately began a soft rumble beneath her. Ted slipped his hands beneath her skirt and pulled down her panties.

“Lift up a sec,” he said when he had them off. When she did, he opened the lid a fraction and shoved the minuscule scrap inside the washer. He shook his head. “No panties for at least an hour. What should we do?”

She drew her tongue over her lips. “I have a few ideas, but can you last to the final cycle?”

“Can you?”

Laughing, she shook her head. “No. But you can see how many times you can get me off before then.”

His gaze serious with lustful intent, he drew her hips to the edge and she thanked her lucky stars she loved a man who was tall. Her skirt was shoved up her thighs. Slowly, he pressed two fingers inside her wet folds, parting her neglected passage and reaching deep. His thumb rasped over her clit.

“Are you coming home?” he asked quietly as he began a slow pistoning.


“And you’re not leaving my bed anymore?”

“I’ll be there every night,” she promised, barely able to breathe for the fucking of his hand and the agitation of the water beneath her.

His free hand slid up her torso to her breast and pinched her nipple, sending her rocketing into a climax.

“One,” he said. He shoved down his underwear enough to free his cock. Immediately, he lined it up with her opening. Both hands took her hips and he pushed inside with one, slow, determined drive. Her body immediately tremored, clamping around him as it welcomed him after the long absence.

“Two,” she gasped. Her heels dug into the back of his thighs as she pressed closer. Carefully, he controlled the action, keeping every motion slow as he waited, then as the machine accelerated into the first spin cycle, his thrusts increased. His body and the machine jerked, propelling her harder into him and setting off release three then moments later four. Yet by some inhuman force, he didn’t come.

His smile was positively demonic as he slowed once more, the machine filling for the rinse cycle. She glanced down at his cock parting her as it pistoned in and out of her, slick with her cream. She wanted to reach for him, to connect further, but because of their precarious position, instead flattened her hands behind her on the lid.

Ted leaned over to kissed her and she lifted into him, giving him all of herself as the machine sped back into the spin cycle and shuddered both their bodies. He fucked her hard, rushing toward completion.

She pulled her mouth away and moved her lips to his ear. “I want you to fill me with you. Make me all yours again.”

He let out a harsh sound and stiffened. His cock shoved deep. Together they cried out as he came.

“Five,” she murmured, letting him know as they wound down that she had climaxed, too. Panting, they let the final vibrations of the machine lull them back down from the high they’d found.

“Think the dryer’s ready?” she asked.

He shrugged. “We could just go home and use our dryer.”

“Good idea,” she laughed.

“And I’ll take you to bed and see how many more I can give you before the buzzer goes off.”

She sat up so she could wrap her arms around his shoulders and kiss him. “Make sure it’s the extra long setting.”

“Forever,” he promised.

“That’ll work.”

Thanks for reading! I hope you return next week. Leave me a comment!!! Also participating in Monday Minute Fiction:

Ashley Ladd and her story, Lost...And Loving It.

Check it out!!!!

If you're an author who'd like to participate in Monday Minute Fiction, please contact me and I'll hook you up for next week and on.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

New Cover...and stuff

I'm am so thrilled to have gotten two awesome covers this week. One is still a draft, but I can share the other. This one is for Forgotten Family due out on May 24th. It's the next book in the Circle of Three series. If you've never read or heard of Circle of Three, it's a series set in Cranston Michigan where all the love unions are menage. Each book can totally stand alone.

Here's what this book is about:

They’d found happily ever after—then one of them forgot.

Years ago, Marina Cranston and her lovers Kyle Gerber and Marcus Byrnam founded the community of Cranston as a youthful flight of fancy. Young and idealistic, they wanted to have a place to share their love and reside with people who understood and lived the same lifestyle. Bliss was theirs with troubles staying outside Cranston’s gates. Until now…

When tragedy strikes, they struggle to recover, but when Marina is in a car accident, she forgets Kyle, Marcus and everything else that made up her life, including her belief in menage. Now the trio must fight for a future. If they fail, the very bedrock of Cranston will be fractured, but the damage to their hearts will be even greater.

An excerpt for this book can be found to the right on my work in progress page.

And the other stuff. My favorite movie of all times has been usurped. It used to be an Officer and a Gentleman. So as you can guess, it's held the top spot for a long time. Until last week. That's when I watched The Blind Side. Talk about a movie capturing you. And Sandra Bullock definitely deserved that Oscar. She was perfect.

The change in favs kinda goes along with the song I posted a few weeks ago, Proud - What have you done today to make you feel proud? I ask myself that every day. Have I done something good? Worthwhile? Memorable? If I haven't, I definitely resolve to make a difference in my path for the next day. We're all here for a purpose, and I'll not watch not pass me by.

I'm not going to go all deep and philosophical. Just revealing a piece of me. So anyway. New favorite movie. It's awesome.

Back to covers... My other new cover is awesome too. I can't wait to share it with you. It's for the first book in my new series, Daly Way.


Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Wednesday Wonder Writer - Jenna Byrnes

Hey everyone! It's time for Wednesday Wonder Writer and I have the marvelous Jenna Byrnes with us today! Read on for a great interview:

Author’s lives intrigue readers and other writers. Tell me about your typical daily schedule.

It’s not very exciting, really. I have a day job, so normally I’ll get up at 5:30 and try to write an hour before work. If things go well, I can also write about an hour during lunch time. I try to do a little promotion, answer emails and blog whenever I can. I sometimes spend another hour in the evening doing that. That’s a ‘typical’ day, LOL If I can catch a few hours to myself on the weekend, then I’m really lucky.

Do you have a pre-writing routine to prepare yourself to get down to business?

Since I often work on more than one story at a time, I spend the first few minutes of each writing session rereading the last few pages of my work in progress. It gets me tuned back in to the story, and reminds me where I left off.

What’s your writing style? Slow and steady? Quick and prolific? All over the place?

I’ve changed over the past few years. I used to be quick and prolific, but real life issues have slowed me down a bit. Now I’d definitely say slow and steady.

What’s the most important lesson you’ve learned since starting work in this industry?

Patience, and vigilance. Things take a while to happen, from submission to release can sometimes take a year. Lots more epublishers have sprouted up since I started, which can shorten that time. But you need to do your research and make sure the publisher is a good fit for you. Ask other authors who have signed with the house and see what their experiences have been. It’s your name out there, be vigilant about who you trust your books with.

What are you working on now?

Jude Mason and I are writing the fourth book in the Kindred Spirits line, Quinn’s Blessing. I also have a couple more Rose & Thorn Society titles down the road for Total E-Bound.

What’s your favorite genre to write?

I love romantic suspense, whether it’s M/M or M/F, but the gay books are definitely more popular right now.

I find a lot of authors like to read outside their chosen genre. What do you like to read?

Young adult is about as far outside as I can get! I’ve always enjoyed YA novels. The Harry Potter series was a huge favorite, and I’d like to read the Twilight books this year when I find the time.

Do you have a favorite author or someone you look up to in the industry?

I used to have a favorite mainstream romance author that I read religiously. In early interviews I tossed her name around as someone whose style I enjoyed. Since I’ve come online, I’ve discovered this author frequently comments on some of the big name review blogs, and her comments aren’t always nice regarding other authors. Face it, according to RWA there are more than 10,000 romance authors out there, and they can’t all be fabulous, famous bestsellers. But for a big name author to make fun of the beginners is rude, and doesn’t say much for that person’s character. [Brynn says: Amen, sister!!!]

Tell me your writing story…when did you decide this was what you want to do? How long did it take you to get “the call”? When were you first published? Etc.

I started writing when I was ten (a common story among writers!) My first serious novel took ten years or more to write, because I was raising a family so I started and stopped many times. When I finally decided to do something with the thing, it took me about two years to get published. But it wasn’t that novel. I sold two short stories, then a novel, and a dozen more stories and novellas before that first piece ever saw the light of day. When it finally came out, it had been chopped from 120,000 words to 30,000. LOL

How many books have you had published and for whom?

I’ve had books with four publishers that have closed, some of the books have been re-released with other pubs and some I now use as freebies. I currently have about fifty titles spread between Total E-Bound, Noble Romance, Phaze, Silver Publishing and Freya’s Bower. Some of those are in anthologies, and a bunch are books I co-authored with Jude Mason. I also have a couple audio stories with A Woman’s Goodnight.

What’s your latest release? Can you tell us about the book and how you got the idea?

On my summer vacation last year I went to visit my writing buddy Jude. We were sitting around her living room discussing a call for submissions from Phaze, called Binary Stars. Two short stories by one or two authors, put together in one book. We came up with two combined stories, the first, mine, about a guy named Willing, and the second, Jude’s story, about a guy named Able. That day, Willing and Able was born. We love the stories and think Michelle at Phaze did a super job on the cover!

What’s your writing space like?

A computer desk in the corner of my kitchen. Works for me, unless too many people pass through to make a sandwich!

What do you do when you’re not writing?

I’m a fan of the cooking reality shows like Top Chef and Hell’s Kitchen. My husband and I like movies, cooking and working around the house together.

I’m all about ‘giving people something to talk about’. We all experience crazy things from time to time. Can you tell us something unusual that you’ve done or had happen to you?

Hopping on a plane to fly 2000 miles to visit someone I’d only talked to online has to rank right up there as my craziest thing ever. (My mom was kinda worried about me!) But meeting Jude and her husband was a blast and a memory I’ll never forget.

Tell us… What’s your favorite movie and why?

I’m a sap for romance, and as long as I thought about this question, I couldn’t come up with anything better than An Officer and a Gentleman. The ending of that movie gets me to this day. [Brynn says: that's been my fav. movie for years :-)]

Is there anything else you’d like to share with readers?

I appreciate the support I’ve gotten from authors and readers alike. Thanks so much! Keep reading and enjoy!

Last questions…

Coke or Pepsi? Coke if I must choose between those two. But my fav is diet Dr. Pepper with cherry and vanilla (I love Sonic Drive-In!)

Summer or Winter? Winter

Cat person or Dog person? Dog, allergic to cats

Bronte or Austen? Neither, really. Not much into historical stuff, prefer contemporary.

Star Trek or Star Wars? Star Wars.

Team Edward or Team Jacob? Is there a team Harry Potter?

McDonalds or Burger King? McDonalds, hands down.

Jenna, thanks for being here! Readers, you can find Jenna at:
Her Website: http://www.jennabyrnes.com/

Her blog: http://jennabyrnes.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Tuesday Featured Book - Wings of Desire

Hi everyone! Today I'm featuring Wings of Desire by Arianna Skye. This book is getting great reviews left and right and is sure to please. You can pick up a copy HERE.


A fairytale, but not the kind your mother used to read you!

Rhiannon Kinsley's life goes from boring to downright crazy when a freak lightning bolt strikes her laptop. To make matters even more bizarre, strange words and symbols flash across the computer screen and she hears a mysterious voice. Time to call the men in white coats! Then Cerne Silverwing, an intriguingly sexy man, appears. He insists she’s a faerie princess whose fate will determine his own. What a crock! Now she knows who really needs those white coats.

With the Dark Faerie forces threatening his kingdom, Cerne kidnaps Rhiannon and brings her to Fey, a land where magic knows no bounds. He's performing a duty to save his kingdom and nothing more—a duty that will bring him his wings and the strengthened magic that comes with them. If he doesn’t unite with the princess as her consort, those wings will never grow. But this princess grew up in the land of laptops and instant messages, and she’s convinced they're both crazy. Despite their differences, the two are thrust together to defeat the whip-wielding Dark Faerie Queen before she takes over the kingdom. Passion and peril aside, will Rhiannon and Cerne discover their true destiny?


"Okay, where are the hidden cameras? This is getting old really fast.” Rhiannon tapped her foot. "I know you expect me to believe you because you're some super-hot sex-god, but I think you'd better go—before I call the police.” Reaching across the sofa, she grabbed her cell phone.

Cerne caught her hand in his and gave her a heated gaze. "I didn't want to resort to this,” he said, his voice thick and heady. "But I've run out of options.” He pulled her against his hard-muscled body. With his thumb and forefinger, he lifted her chin.

Clenching her fists, she bit her lip. Tingling numbness filled her every pore. She attempted to pull herself from his embrace, but her body wouldn’t cooperate.

"Let me go! You're frightening me."

"It's for your own good and the good of your people, my sweet.” He traced a finger lightly over her lips. "Soon you'll understand.” He lowered his lips to hers and gently nibbled. Coaxing her mouth open, his tongue swirled with hungry strokes along hers.

She moaned softly as her traitorous tongue danced with his. Lessening his grip on her arm, he allowed her to press closer and rub her bikini-clad breasts against the hard ridges of his chest. Her nipples pebbled against the spandex of her swim top.

Stupid nipples.

She twisted her fingers in his dark mane, pulling him closer. Heedless of what she knew was right, she intensified the kiss. He hoisted her up onto his lap, letting her straddle the rock-hard erection that filled his trousers. Grinding her hips against his, she reached down to unfasten and untie the garment.
He pulled her hands away. "No, leannan. I just want to kiss. The joining must occur at Beltane—in Fey.”

"I'm not going to Fey—”

He reclaimed her lips. Intoxicating warmth spread throughout her body while he licked, sucked and nibbled. She gasped in pleasure and let his tongue probe the cavern of her mouth again. Light as a feather, she sighed in deep contentment. By God, was she floating? Closing her eyes, she allowed him have his way with her.

"I'm sorry,” he breathed against her lips. "It was the only way.”