Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Last Day of the Month

And I'm ready to shake things up.

What's you're favorite date film?

Or what movie gives you the best beef cake?

In April, I want to take a look at the movies that gets our blood pumping, puts us in the mood and helps us learn more about our relationship with our lovers.

Have an awesome day of fun-loving sex,


Friday, March 27, 2009

Spicy Egg-cerpt by KyAnn Waters

This book is one of the best sellers on the Wild Rose Press - wilder side.

Title: The Cougar Meets Her Master
Author: KyAnn Waters
Price: $3.00
At The Wilder Roses


blurb:Blurb: Taylor Davis is turning 40. Her high powered job leaves little room for romance outside of her high powered vibrator that sleeps under her pillow. No pillow talk allowed. And no complaints from her. The rabbit never quits before she's done, doesn't complicate her calendar, and Taylor doesn't have to concoct excuses to make it go home after orgasms.
Enter Colt Foster. Has the bitch of the Beau Monde Hotel and Casino met her match? The hot, young detective has his own rules...and expects Taylor to play by them. Can she say no when Colt slaps on the cuffs? Does she want to...will he let her?


Taylor took long even breaths to keep her knees from shaking. Could she fuck her best friend's nephew? It wasn't as if Colt was an eighteen-year-old high school graduate. Clearly, Rachel had meant collegiate when she mentioned his graduation.

Taylor's position at the hotel made her aggressive, dominant and stole her femininity. When Colt stared into her eyes, all she felt were flutters. Some twisted part of her wanted to see if she could please a man like Colt, a real man that saw her as a woman. Every thing about him screamed sex. Hot, sweaty, curl the toes fucking that would leave her body spent and her mind numb.

Could she say yes? Damn, would he let her say no?

She stood, shook out her hair and sighed. "Let's go." It surprised her that she said the words like it meant absolutely nothing to her that a man at least ten years her junior was about to take her to bed. It was a huge fucking deal. She didn't take men to her suite...to her bed. Rachel had asked her to get him a room...not her bedroom.

Moisture damped her panties, and her nipples were painfully tight. She'd noticed the way he stared in the gym. Definitely a breast man.

She crossed the lobby with Colt towering beside her. Tall, cut and devastatingly handsome, how stupid could she be? Of course, she was going to fuck him.

The elevator doors opened. Colt stepped in behind her. As soon as the doors closed, his hand snaked out and wrapped around her wrist. He hauled her against his chiseled chest.

"Not here," she whispered. "This is a casino. You're watched everywhere except the privacy of your room. I'm not letting my staff see me groped in an elevator." She ran her hands over his sculpted pectorals.

He angled her body closer to his. "They can't see you grope me." He covered her hand and drew it down his torso, over his rippled abs to cup the swollen length of his erection behind the fly of his jeans.

Her trembling fingers gripped his bulge and measured the thickness. The elevator doors opened, and a couple stepped in with them. Taylor spun around, facing the doors, and smiled. "Good evening."

The older gentleman nodded his head, stood next to his companion and faced the doors. Shit, doesn't Colt listen? He moved behind her and fit the persistent, engorged weapon contained in his jeans into the crack of her ass. With subtle movements, he ground against her.

She couldn't help arching her back. Reckless. Wanton. Wild. Heat radiated off Colt and blazed through the thin fabric of her clothing. She wanted him feeling as out of control as she was, only he didn't seem to care that they were in a public place. In fact, the moan that just tickled her ear made the gentleman glance over his shoulder at them. She smiled.

Hell, Lady Luck had to be a woman because she understood the magnetic attraction of formidable men. The elevator stopped on the twentieth floor.

"Excuse us." Colt propelled her out of the elevator.

Her hearty laugh echoed in the corridor. "I hope not everything about you is this rushed."

Get Wet with KyAnn Waters


Monday, March 16, 2009

Egg-cerpt for Pregnancy Plan by Tina Gayle

Title: Pregnancy Plan
ISBN: 1- 60154 – 113 - 9
Author: Tina Gayle
Purchase at
The Wild Rose Press

Pregnant shopkeeper Jillian Wilson prepares for single parenthood until high-risk security specialist Derrick Harris, the baby’s father, is caught in an explosion that changes everything. Confused, Derrick returns to the States with amnesia. Jillian believes she has it all a husband, a baby, a perfect life, to bad that her dreams hang on Derrick’s faulty memory and a lie.


"A pregnancy plan?" Derek’s words came from directly behind her. She could feel his breath on her neck, his eyes boring into her back.

"Yes, a plan on how to get pregnant." The frustration and anger began to build within her. Jillian gathered her shaking hands around her cup and willed them to be still. "Look, Derek, I don’t mean to sound rude, but it really is none of your business what I do. I’m not involved with Jason."

She saw his unwillingness to cooperate by the slight narrowing of his eyes. "You can rest assured that I am not going to break up your brother, Jason and Kelly." Jillian glanced back out the window and took a sip from her drink. "And my plan is none of your concern."

She jumped when she felt Derek’s hand on her shoulder. "What is it you’re afraid of?"

Jillian turned and pushed past him. She didn’t want nor need his sympathy. Out of space with the door in front of her, she pivoted on the heels of her Nikes. "I’m not afraid of anything. I know what I want and I have come up with a plan to get it."

Have an awesome day,

Tina Gayle

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Egg-cerpt for Heart of Stone by Sandra Kay

Title: Heart of Stone
Author: Sandra Kay
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press, Yellow Rose Line
ISBN: 1-60154-429-4
Buy Link: http://www.thewildrosepress.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&products_id=983

HEART OF STONE is a contemporary romance taking place in the Hill Country of Texas. It is a story of love and betrayal, with elements that will resonate with today’s readers.


A marriage in name only. A secret past. Can love be found amid the tangle of distrust and betrayal?

Alone and pregnant with twins, Amber Wilson has only a fuzzy memory of how she got that way. One thing she knows for sure—no man will ever get near enough to hurt her again. But when she meets Stone Brandon, the attraction is too great to ignore. Stone’s ex-fiancĂ©e’s betrayal has hardened his heart. Though he is drawn to Amber, he knows he can never fall in love again. Still, with her help, the dreams he has for the expansion of his family’s ranch can become a reality. A platonic marriage seems like the logical answer for both of them—until he realizes that a marriage in name only with Amber is a hell of his own making.


Dust billowed behind Amber Wilson’s beat-up Mustang. Gravel pinged against the undercarriage. She refused to let the dismal condition of the Green Monster, as she called her car, get her down today. A new adventure, filled with hope, waited for her at the end of the tree-lined drive.

The open window offered some relief from the sizzling heat of summer in the hill country of Texas. Still, the humidity-laden air lay heavy on her face, clogging pores that struggled to breath and plastering tendrils of curly blonde hair to her moist cheeks.

“Whoa,” she whispered at her first glimpse of the sprawling ranch house. “I didn’t expect anything like this.” Her foot let off on the gas pedal, indecision running rampant through her system.

Even so, the welcome shade of a live oak beckoned. She parked under the spreading branches and turned off the loud grumblings of her car engine. Emitting a groan of her own, she brushed a hand over her rounded belly and hefted her cumbersome body off the ripped seat. The car door grated on its hinges before finally clunking back into place.

“Whew.” The word came out on a sigh when the warm breeze lifted her damp skirt and actually felt cool against her heated skin. The brief spate of relief fled on the coattails of renewed anxiety when she again stared at the house and the surrounding ranch land.

Intimidated, she cranked the side mirror around to check out her reflection. Big mistake. Limp, wet curls stuck to her cheeks and neck. Perspiration left dark patches of smeared mascara under both eyes.

“Lord,” she murmured, licking the tip of her finger and swiping at the smudges. “They’ll think twice about ever hiring someone over the phone again when they open the door and see a short, pregnant raccoon on the porch.” A giggle burst out at the image and she put a hand over her mouth, looking around for listeners.

Amber’s gaze returned to the mirror. She jammed fingers swollen from the heat into her hair, trying to rearrange the shiny mass of tangled ringlets circling her head. Finally deciding the heavy mane tucked behind her ears tamed it best, she turned and climbed the porch steps.

“Well, here we go,” she said on a heavy breath. “Another new chapter in my life.”

Her fingers hesitated around the plain brass knocker on the door. Whether to delay meeting her new employer or just for a breather, she couldn’t say. Glancing over her shoulder, she gnawed her lips uncertainly at the dented heap of car parked in full view.

“Hmmm. Not a great first impression. Maybe I should move the Green Monster out of sight— ”

The door swung open abruptly. With a yelp of surprise, Amber toppled into the house.
Fighting for balance against a center of gravity that was way off kilter with her growing abdomen, she pitched forward. Strong hands caught her under the arms. Her fingers locked on the muscular biceps of the stranger holding her up as she grappled for firm footing.

“What’s this?” a deep, amused voice asked from somewhere above her head.

She cuddled her abdomen with a protective hand, while clinging to the man with the other.
Heart pounding, still reeling from the unexpected tumble, she stared up into the most startling blue eyes she’d ever seen. Time ceased to exist as Amber lost her balance again— this time with a sensation of sinking into the depths of those indigo pools.

Sandra Kay

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Egg-cerpt for Prince of Darkness by Lizzie Starr


Torn between duty and love, Morghan stands alone to protect two worlds from an ancient Fire Elemental. He’s loved Coralie for long upon long, yet never admitted his desire.

Until now.

If he chooses Coralie over battle, will his worlds be lost? Or will his choices doom them all?


He scooped her into his arms and sidestepped between the chair and the table, kissing her as he moved toward his high, wide bed. Panic blossomed in her chest, warring with the need delivered by his kisses. It was too fast.

“Stop yer squirmin’.” Morghan chuckled, and the rough movement of his chest against hers made her gasp with startled delight.

How could she stop these feelings? She didn’t want to, but to keep Morghan safe... “Tea.”

Morghan stopped and gave her a quizzical look.

“Ye brought me tea,” she said, curious at the shaking in her voice. “I... I dinna drink it.”

Another low chuckle rumbled in his chest. Oh, the tingles nearly made her cry out for more. “Ye dinna wish for tea.”

Not a question. A statement. She struggled to widen her heavy-lidded eyes in mock innocence. “I dinna?”

“Nay, ye dinna.” He kissed her forehead and lowered her to her feet. “Since the moment I tasted yer lips this morn, I’ve thought of this.” She followed the single, sharp wave of his hand as he indicated the bed. “Ye canna deny ’tis been in yer thoughts as well, for it shines in yer eyes and in the fair blush upon yer cheeks.”

“Oh.” She covered her cheeks, then shook her head. “I canna deny it. But ye’ll need energy to fight the elemental, and I canna--”

“Have ye no’ heard of the strength, the magic, the power exchanged in the givin’ and takin’ of pleasure?”

*~*romance with a sparkling twist!*~*

Purchase at www.wingsepress.com