#feeltheheat Forever the Dragon
Wednesday, February 20th, 2013

Say hi to the very talented Rebecca Royce.  
I know everyone asks this but why did you decide to write romance?

I’ve always LOVED reading romance. But they were sort of forbidden.  My mother wasn’t really strict she just felt there were ‘better’ things I could be reading while I was young (we’re talking high school age).  But, my friend used to get the books out of her older sisters room and we would read them and then talk about them.

I continued to read them as I get older.  I got married, did a couple of careers, had my first son and stopped working to be home with him.  Then I got pregnant with my second child.  (There are three now.)  Some time during that pregnancy, I suddenly decided to write one.  I just felt that I could and I really really wanted to.  I guess that’s how I decided. Should we blame the pregnancy hormones?



What was the hardest thing you had to do when you started?


I had to get over my anxiety about writing love scenes. Now I love doing it but in the beginning it was tough for me. I’d blush through the whole thing.



What was the easiest thing?

Coming up with ideas.  They just flowed…

How long did it take you to finish your first manuscript and where did the idea come from?

Back then, I used to write manically.  I wrote a ton. I think I wrote my first book in under a month. 

Tell me about your first contract?

My first contract was Her Wolf and it was with Liquid Silver Books.  We were in Disney Word.  I screamed in the lobby of the Wilderness Lodge.

Do you base any of your stories on real people or places or events?

Not really.  I tend to be really out there. But, some things creep in.  When my oldest had his tonsils out I learned all about keeping fevers down, keeping him hydrated. That made it into a book.  I guess that kind of thing but overall, no.

What gets you in the mood to write?

Everything.  Standing at the deli.  Watching my son’s swim lesson.  Basically doing anything other than writing. Reading great writing (Like you, Desiree!) makes me want to write

Where do you see yourself 5 years from now? 10 years?

I hope more and more people read my books. I hope I’m with my family. 

What do you enjoy most about being an author?

Getting e-mails from people who read my work.

Okay, quick fun questions:

Favorite ice cream Vanilla

Favorite music Billy Joel

Favorite movie  The Usual Suspects

Favorite time to write In the morning

If you could be stranded with a movie or television star who would you pick? Jensen Ackles.  I think that must be self-explanatory…

If someone played you in a movie who would it be and why?  Ah…Jessica Chastain. We’re both red-heads.


Forever: The Dragon Wars

by Rebecca Royce



Devin Owen has come back from the Dragon Wars a changed Werewolf. For one thing, he’s lost his wolf side as well as most of his desire to live. He spends most of his life doped up to handle the pain from his injured leg.

Lena Knox knew the moment she met Devin that he was her mate. But, she’d been a child at the time and he hadn’t noticed her at all. Now, all grown up she wants Devin to be the wolf she’s waited for. Not that she has a lot of time for longing with life crumbling around her.

A couple of heated encounters draw them together but is it enough to overcome the war wounds they both carry? Or will an outside enemy destroy them before they get the chance to know?


One lone tear escaped, and she quickly batted it away. She might as not have, as he’d be able to smell her distress. Trying to be as sly as she could, she glanced over at Devin, hoping he wouldn’t notice. He stared up at the ceiling, his gaze distant and removed.

She cleared her throat. “Would you like to shift and go for a run?”

Lena couldn’t think of anything she’d like better than to escape this room. He’d brought her utter and complete pleasure and then shattered her soul.

Devin rolled over, his back facing her, his head turned away. “You go ahead. I can’t shift anymore. Haven’t been able to since I came back.”

He couldn’t shift? A strange buzzing sensation filled her mind. This was important. It had to matter that Devin had been disconnected from his Wolf.

“That’s why you can’t heal your leg? You can’t shift to fix it?”

He turned to look at her, his eyes tired. “It’s pretty disgusting, I know. Trust me, no one likes looking at it less than I do. Twisted flesh, the bone poking out from where it should be—yeah, it’s gross.”

Lena wasn’t exactly certain what was going on, but she’d somehow stepped into a minefield. She hoped she could find her way out. Fast.

“I didn’t say it was gross. I just asked if that was why it wasn’t fixed.” She rubbed her eyes. “What do the doctors say about why you can’t shift?”

“Nothing. They have nothing to say.”

#feeltheheat Raine Delight-and she’s a feal delight
Saturday, February 16th, 2013

Welcome, Raine Delight. I am a huge fan of yours so I’m really glad to have you here today.
I know everyone asks this but why did you decide to write romance?

RD: I am a sucker for happily ever after. I grew up on Disney films and I loved it when the main H/h got to ride off in the sunset after facing obstacles to be together.

  What was the hardest thing you had to do when you started?

RD: Learn to market myself and my books. I am reserved by nature but had to open up and really put myself out there so readers can find me and my stories.

 What was the easiest thing?

RD: Letting myself just write when I got the urge. 

 How long did it take you to finish your first manuscript and where did the idea come from?

RD: One week and I am lucky now with all my other duties in real life taking up my time to find the time to write nowadays. I actually drew upon my love for paranormal and wanted t create something different. Something fresh considering when I brainstormed the concept of a paranormal town filled with a mix of paranormal creatures and humans, there wasn’t much out there. Fast forward a few years and you have several series now out centered on magical towns. *shrugs*

Tell me about your first contract?

RD: That was with Forbidden Press (now defunct) then Mardi Gras (now defunct). It was a surreal chapter in my life that had me grinning like a loon then eager to create some more.

Do you base any of your stories on real people or places or events?

RD: The only time I draw on anything is if it pertains to my memories as a baker, working in the restaurant field, etc. I try to not base my characters on real people too much since they have the idea they are special whenever they start talking to me.

What gets you in the mood to write?

RD: Lately depends on the mood. I spent most of 2012 taking a breather after late 2011’s back to back releases from August 2011 to January 2012. I needed that break to just relax, recharge and find that love of writing again. I worked on two anthology self-publishing anthologies that went onto become my first twobest sellers at All Romance (Are) and I branched out into M/M genre with those.

Where do you see yourself 5 years from now? 10 years?

RD: Hopefully still writing, creating stories and maybe with one or two new publishers besides my current one. I also want to self-publish a few more short stories if possible.

What do you enjoy most about being an author?

RD: The fun in meeting or chatting online with readers. Meeting new authors or ones I admire as well is a highlight for me.

Okay, quick fun questions:

Favorite ice cream: Depends. It is a toss up between Chocolate chip cookie dough and Frozen yogurt.
Favorite music: Again depends on my mood. I can switch from Josh Groban to Nickleback to 80’s hair bands.  I am very electric.

Favorite movie: Hands down it is Star Wars. One of the first movies I saw in the theater with my dad eons ago.

Favorite time to write: During the day when kids are at school or on weekends.

If you could be stranded with a movie or television star who would you pick?

RD: Sweet I choose Johnny Depp. Because, Man, have you seen him…swoon worthy all the way. LOL

If someone played you in a movie who would it be and why?

RD: egads I have no idea…you tell me. 

‘Moonlight Masquerade’ by Raine Delight

On Valentine’s Day Anthology

Ten m/m Stories by Eleven wonderful m/m authors

Available in Print and E-book

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Tag line: Mysterious roses & a secret admirer have kept Skylar on teeter-hooks. Will he take the chance of finding out who his secret admirer is or will he walk away from possibly having love in his life again?

Mysterious roses keep popping up on Skylar Everclear’s doorstep. No idea what is going, a little disturbed by this secret admirer, he tries to forget it all since he just got rid of the latest line of loser boyfriends and just wants to do his job at the local bakery. But when he meets his new neighbor, Marc Douglas, he finds himself drawn to the quiet young man even as he tries to not let his libido take over. But on Valentine’s Day, a mysterious rose again pops up with a note to meet his admirer that night. Will Skylar take a chance that this time, love is right there waiting for him?


Pulling into his parking spot, he wearily dragged his aching body out of the car then stopped suddenly. There was a guy walking out of the apartment building Skylar lived in, whistling some nameless tune. His jeans hugged his legs and the t-shirt made his hands itch to see what was under it. Swallowing hard, Skylar pasted a sickly smile on his face and started walking again. Even up close, he looked amazing and his eyes were gorgeous…a deep emerald green with flecks of gold. They captured Skylar’s attention and he must have looked like a moron staring at the guy but he couldn’t look away. The stranger cleared his throat and had him gasping like a fish out of water, heat washed over his face.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he tried not to stare anymore but man, this guy was hot.

“It’s…okay. Um, hi”

That little hesitance had Skylar really feeling bad for scaring the guy. He didn’t mean to alarm him but there was something about this guy that had Skylar’s body humming and his cock was already half hard from the lust filled visions filling his head.

With a shake of his head, Skylar focused on what the guy was asking. “Yes I do. Apartment B3. Are you new to the building? I don’t think I have seen you here before?”

“Yes…I …um just moved in today.” The poor guy looked like he wanted to bolt.

Skylar didn’t have a clue why he looked so fearful. He put out his hand, “Welcome to the complex. I hope you get settled in and if you need any help, please just knock on my door. If I am not at work, I am home so it isn’t a bother. My name is Skylar…Skylar Everclear. I am in apartment B3.”

He felt like such an idiot with his hand out. After figuring he made the worst first impression, the mysterious guy shook his hand and smiled, tremulous but still a smile that made his heart catch. He had these deep dimples and he made Skylar think very naughty thoughts.

”I’m Marc Douglas, and I’ll keep that in mind if I need help, Skylar. Thank you for your generous offer. I need to get to work, but I hope we see each other around.”

Skylar dropped his hand and watched as Marc walk to his motorcycle and climbed on. With a roar the guy waved and zoomed out of the parking lot. Heaving a sigh as he watched the taillights disappear, Skylar shook his head and walked to his apartment. Then stopped and stared…feeling as if the ocean was going to swallow him whole.

Another. Damn. Rose.

He proceeded onward to his door and picked up the rose and then spied a note on the ground. He quickly opened his door and walked in, dropping his back pack on the floor as he dropped the keys in the bowl by the door. Fishing his cell phone out, he placed it on the counter as he walked into the little living area and plopped down. He stared at the note in his hand like it was a bomb about to go off. He had this nervous feeling in his stomach and he hoped it wasn’t a ‘Ha! Ha! Gotcha!’ joke or anything.

With trembling hands, he opened the note and just stared at it as he read the words.

If you want to know who your secret admirer is, meet me on the rooftop garden at ten p.m. on Valentine’s Day. All your questions will be answered then.

Just sitting there, shaking as he processed it, he folded the note and tossed it onto the coffee table. Slumped forward, he held his head in his hands as he tried to still his rolling emotions. After almost six weeks of roses, why does the person want to meet on Valentine’s Day of all days? Skylar didn’t know what to think. Is this a serial killer that was going to murder him? A crazed stalker? Though he had to snicker at that one. He never had a stalker, real, crazed or even one online in the gaming sites he used to play in before life got in the way.

He took a breath and sat back against the couch and tried to think the situation out rationally. Maybe his mystery stalker-slash-admirer figured enough was enough and wanted to see if he showed up. Skylar was unsure how he felt. On one hand he enjoyed the attention and was flattered someone liked him like that, but on the other hand, it was a tad stalker-ish and borderline on creepy sometimes. He never knew when a rose was going to pop up on his doormat and he wished he could just look in a magic mirror and ask to see who his admirer was.

Also in the anthology:

Louis Hates Valentine’s Day by Sue Brown

Impromptu Valentine’s by Remmy Duchene

Be My Valentine, Bobby Bryson by Geoffrey Knight

Love Letters by Patricia Logan

Champagne Kisses by J.R. Loveless

Captain of his Heart by Michael Mandrake

The Hearts Have Wounds by Kharisma Rayne

Cat vs. Dog 2 by AJ Llewellyn & Serena Yates

Sweet Happenings by Sara York

A kiss is just a kiss-or is it?
Thursday, February 7th, 2013

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone. This is a special holiday for me for two reasons. My wonderful beloved late husband and I renewed our vows fifteen years ago on Valentine;s Day. It was his idea (what a guy, right?). I wore a white skirt and red blouse, and he wore a red tie with his suit and white shirt. He bought roses for me at a nearby florist shop and we went to the county courthouse where they were having a special Valentine’s Day wedding celebration. The judge who was doing this had a photographer taking pictures and I have the picture of us kissing after the ceremony. Then he took me out for a very romantic late lunch and afterwards we…well, now, is that really your business? LOL!

Valentine’s Day is also special because it marked my first erotic release, Cupid’s Shaft, a Quickie with Ellora’s Cave. It’s still one of my favorites because I love where Jessie gives Riley his Valentine’s kiss. I’m giving you a little taste here but be sure to comment because one lucky person will win a copy of this very hot Valentine’s story.

Dumped by her shallow lover for a leggy blonde, Jessie Rawlins was anticipating a lonely, depressing Valentine’s Day in her vacation cabin. Then a snowstorm dropped hot, sexy hunk Riley Malone on her doorstep. Suddenly the night took on a whole new meaning as he led her on the sexual adventure of her life.

Riley Malone thought for sure he was having a heart attack. For one thing, he should be back in Florida where it was warm, not up here in the godforsaken wilds of Maine. But the fight with his business partner in the hotel in Boston had been the final straw in a rapidly disintegrating relationship. He’d offered to sell out his share and Curt had jumped at it. Good riddance. He could start another construction company. Building was going on in all fifty states.
Then, of course, there was Veronica the bitch. Too bad that she bought tickets for a Valentine cruise without telling him. When he told her he couldn’t get back in time to make it, she blistered the telephone line with a string of curses that would have made a longshoreman blush and hung up on him. Okay. Good riddance to her, too. He was tired of her selfish whining and demanding. And it would have been nice if just once in bed she’d asked him what he wanted. Veronica definitely was focused on her own pleasure, on her own terms, at times barely tolerating some of the things he wanted to do.
So he got in the damn SUV he’d rented at the airport and started driving. Just heading north. He had no idea how he even got where he was. And then the damn truck broke down in the middle of the damn snowstorm. Hiking to the only light he could see about killed him and the last thing he expected to see was a naked woman—a mouthwatering naked woman, with a slick, hairless pussy—pleasuring herself in front of a mirror.
He banged on the window again. If she didn’t open the door pretty soon, he’d freeze his damn balls off and then it wouldn’t matter who he went to bed with.
He watched her pull on a robe—too bad, she was an eyeful—and then pick up the fireplace poker. Jesus, was she going to brain him with it? As she walked slowly toward the door he stamped his feet and banged his hands together to stimulate circulation.
Finally the door creaked open and she eyed him through a narrow opening.
“What do you want?”
“For one thing I want to get out of this damn snowstorm before I turn into an ice statue. I promise not to rape or kill you if you just let me go stand in front of the fireplace.”
She frowned at him.
Come on, lady.Dont take all day to make up your mind.
“A-All right. You can come in.” She opened the door wide enough for him to step inside.
“Thank you.” His throat felt frozen. “You’re an angel of mercy.” He pushed past her and planted himself immediately in front of the fireplace. Pulling off his jacket and gloves, he held his hands out to the warmth. “God, I was beginning to think I’d never get warm again.”
“What are you doing in this storm?” She kept her distance, still holding the poker.
“That’s a long, unpleasant story, which I won’t bore you with.”
“You have to be out of your mind to go out driving in weather like this, Mr…Mr…”
“Riley Morgan.” He glanced at her over his shoulder. “And I swear you can put the poker down. I’m too cold to do anything but shiver.”

If you don’t win you can buy it here: http://amzn.to/WOKNRv


#desireeholtMeet Tarzan and Lily, a hot combo
Thursday, February 7th, 2013

Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs and Lily Harlem

Thanks so much for inviting me over today as your guest. I’m really excited because as part of Total-E-Bound’s Clandestine Classic range – http://www.total-e-bound.com/prodtype.asp?CAT_ID=306&sb=bt&so=all&ntt=1I’ve teamed up with Edgar Rice Burroughs and added steamy jungle scenes to TARZAN OF THE APES. This is one of several classics brought to life by various Total-E-Bound authors and inserts the sexiness that readers previously had to use their imagination for.


A wild man with primitive desires, will anyone be able to tame him?

A handsome English aristocrat raised in the jungle by apes, self-sufficient, thriving on danger and with a head full of unanswered questions. Where is he from? Why is he different? What will satisfy the hunger that eats away at the very core of his being and finally feed his appetite for something other than food and shelter?

A delicate American woman, expected to be the best she can be and marry well, but with a craving for adventure and exploration as well as a hope in her heart to find true love with a man who can sweep her off her feet.

When the two very different souls collide, in deepest, darkest Africa, only one thing can happen, and it’s raw and feral. Lust a common language, satisfaction the ultimate goal. But will the gentleman outshine the savage-man? Is virtue to be honoured? And when faced with a civilised decision, can Tarzan do the right thing?


So Tarzan of the Apes did the only thing he knew to assure Jane of her safety. He removed his hunting knife from its sheath and handed it to her hilt first, again motioning her into the bower.

The girl understood, and taking the long knife she entered and lay down upon the soft grasses while Tarzan of the Apes stretched himself upon the ground across the entrance.

Here she lay, gazing upward at the crude roof of the shelter, and mulled over the extraordinary day that had unfolded, and the wild man who had stolen the first kiss from her lips. Although Jane was an innocent woman she was not naive in the ways of married couples. What went on behind closed doors and beneath the covers was something she was completely intrigued by and she’d sought to quell her curiosity in the only way she could. For Jane, like Tarzan, adored reading, and fashionable books about love and romance that hinted and suggested at the many delights to be had between a woman and a man were her most favourite material—she’d been thrilled to find two such books within the primitive cabin.

She sat and began to unlace her shoes, her hair just skimming the greenery above her. As her small and nimble fingers unweaved the soft leather laces her gaze settled on Tarzan’s broad, golden back as he lay, facing away from her, staring into the line of trees. The gutter of his spine was deep set and flanked with columns of strong muscle. He had a few scars and imperfections around his shoulders, marks of his wild lifestyle, and at the very base of his back, just before the doeskin-like loin cloth he wore, were two dents, almost dimples.

Jane couldn’t help but linger over the task of removing her shoes, the sight before her was simply too engrossing. She had never seen a man wearing so little clothing. The scrap he wore around his modesty barely covered his buttocks, indeed she could make out the very groove of his cheeks through the material. Her gaze roamed downward, committing to memory his powerful thighs coated in sandy hairs, calves sinewy with tendon and muscle and long feet that she was quite sure had never been within spitting distance of a shoe until now.

Footwear finally removed, she pushed them outside her small shelter.

Upon hearing her movement Tarzan turned, his body twisting, his face a mask of concern.

“I am quite all right,” Jane said, gesturing to her shoes. “But I really can’t sleep in those.”

Tarzan looked at the shoes, then sat and reached for one. He held it up, turned it over, examined the base and the inside, poking and prodding. Finally he lifted it to his nose and inhaled, long and deep.

“No,” said Jane, snatching it away. “Really, that is most untoward and really quite rude.”

Tarzan tugged his hand back, fingers clenched, his expression evidence enough that he knew not what he had done wrong.

Jane, seeing his confusion, took pity on him. For she understood that he was trying very hard to make her feel at ease, and she should surely return the favour. “I’m sorry,” she said, reaching for his hand that was in a fist at his sternum. “It is just that they are the only shoes I have, and I, well, I fear I may not have been able to keep them as fresh as I would like.” As she spoke she squeezed his big hand in hers. His skin was a little sticky from the copious amounts of juicy fruit they had shared, but even so a current of pleasure shot up her arm and settled in her belly. His hand, nearly twice the size of hers, was so masculine, and so strong. Unlike Clayton’s neatly trimmed nails, Tarzan’s were unevenly short, no doubt from wear and tear, and he had a twisted strip of vine around his wrist, a kind of makeshift bracelet, it was like nothing she had seen before.

He allowed her to keep holding his hand and tipped his head, his gaze boring into hers.

“It is just,” she went on, “that bathing facilities since we landed ashore have been considerably less than adequate. What I really long for is fresh water to sink my entire body into, to make me feel refreshed and rejuvenated and get some relief from this tropical heat.” Knowing he understood not a word, she tutted and released his hand. Frustration ploughed lines across her brow.

Tarzan raised his eyebrows and wiggled his fingers in a ‘carry-on’ gesture.

“Oh,” she said with a sigh. “What I really want to be able to do is wash.” As she spoke she cupped her palms and raised them to her face, mimicking splashing water on her cheeks.

Tarzan’s face lit up. He knew instantly what Jane was trying to say. She wanted to clean her body. Tarzan understood that desire very well, for he too liked to bathe frequently to keep his body free from irritations and unpleasant aromas. He had also read about it in his books. Civilised people set personal cleanliness in very high esteem.

Eager to show Jane his comprehension of her request, Tarzan jumped up and pointed in the direction of Cumba, the small rocky inlet just yards to the right of their camp. It was a safe and shallow bathing area that he had used since being a small boy. He was sure it would be perfect for a woman, for his woman, Jane.

He made a grunting sound which his ape family would have recognised as ‘come this way’ and stepped toward Cumba.

“Do you understand me?” Jane asked, amazement in her tone and her eyes wide.

Tarzan stepped further away, urging her to follow with frantic hand gestures.

“You want me to come with you?” Jane asked, crawling completely from the shelter and standing barefoot on the roughly textured grass.

Without realising he was giving the correct signal, Tarzan nodded.

“Okay,” Jane said, pressing down the creases in her dress and tilting her chin in a very confident little gesture given her precarious situation. “I will. Please lead the way.”

Tarzan grinned, flashing his neat teeth, and strode across the clearing. In order to keep up Jane quickly realised that she must move at a near jog. Though once they reached the denseness of the forest this was impossible, and Tarzan slowed in order to move branches and bend bows out of her path.

Jane was thankful when after a couple of minutes of thick undergrowth another clearing emerged. This time one with a large rock pool fed from a sparkling waterfall. She heard it first, the tinkling sound of water falling on stone, and when she finally laid eyes on it, she paused to marvel at the sheer beauty of the small lagoon.

High above the sky was turning pink. Dusk would soon be upon them. In the tallest branches, bright red and blue parrots were preparing to roost. The rocks around the waterfall were the colour of elephant skin, and the water, a rich navy, sparkled silver where the cascading water added to its depths.

“It is beautiful,” Jane said, her fingertips sweeping over the petals of a crimson orchid that bobbed its long neck to her right. “Simply exquisite.”

TARZAN OF THE APES by Edgar Rice-Burroughs and Lily Harlem is available from all good retailers in ebook and print (print – 18thFeb).  More information including that famous yell on Lily’s blog http://www.lilyharlem.com/tarzan-of-the-apes.htmlor Total-E-Bound – http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=2011(It’s important to note that purchase price is only for the added words, not for the original work.)

Who is Lily Harlem?
Lily Harlem is an award-winning author of contemporary erotic romance and lives in the UK with Mr Harlem and a host of rescued pets. She loves to spend her days dreaming up naughty stories that have a happy ever afters. When you read her books be warned though, the bedroom door is always left wide open!

Saffron Nights-a hot new read
Wednesday, February 6th, 2013

Saffron Nights

by Liz Everly



Wherever they travel, there’s an aphrodisiac waiting to whet their appetites…

Brazil…Hawaii…India….As a food writer, Maeve has just been handed the hottest opportunity of her career. She’s being sent on an international research tour for an aphrodisiac cookbook. The downside is that she has to travel with rock star photographer and womanizer Jackson Dodds. And the upside is that she has to travel with Jackson Dodds. Because once they meet, Maeve understands why he’s been named “America’s Most Eligible Bachelor”—and despite her best intentions, all she can think about is putting their arousing recipes to the test…

Sexy and talented, Jackson can have any woman he desires. But lately, the thrill is gone—until he lays eyes on Maeve, who exudes sensuality like no one else. She’s determined to keep things professional, but he knows the attraction is mutual. And as they travel the world, sampling warming saffron, juicy papaya, silky avocado, rare herbs and teas—and a mushroom whose very aroma sends women to heights of ecstasy—both discover a hunger they’ve never known, and don’t want to resist, even amid unexpected danger…


She acted like she didn’t even know he was there. He watched her full lips curve around the spoon as she stared intently into the bowl. What would they feel like on him? She was not paying one ounce of attention to him, so he let his eyes linger on her toes. They were simply perfect toes, topped off with a splash of bright feminine pink, and her feet looked porcelain smooth and inviting. But he held back. Christ—what if a woman like this did respond to him and then it went horribly bad, as most of his affairs had? They might be stuck together on some godforsaken mountain in India or Italy and be miserable.

So, he held his breath, while his heart raced, but kept his eyes on her feet and slurped the stew. After all, this was his career. He couldn’t risk it—even for Maeve. Especially for Maeve.

“What are you doing, Jackson?” She said and took another bite.

“Eating soup and, ah, looking at your toes. They, ah, look really good,” he said.

“Maybe you need some coffee, Jackson,” Maeve said, laughing.

“Sorry, I just never knew that you had such pretty feet,” he said and smiled.

“Well, you’re using that word a lot. Pretty. You’re barking up the wrong tree if—”

“We work together,” Jackson stammered. “You know, I should never have mentioned how pretty you feet are. Or how pretty you are, period. I’m sorry.”

What was happening to him? Usually so confident, here he was stammering around Maeve like a schoolboy.

He held the bowl up to his mouth to drink the last drop, his tongue licking his lips in utter abandonment.

He held up his fingers and wiggled. “You don’t know this about me, but I give an incredible foot massage.”

She slammed her bowl down. “Are you coming on to me?”

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Liz Everly is a passionate cook, writer, and traveler. Exploring food and romance in Saffron Nights, Liz ombines her lifelong love of action-packed romance with her culinary expertise. She loves to interact with readers. Please follow her on Twitter @Lizeverly1, check out her website http://www.lizeverly.worpress.com. You can also find her on Facebook and blogging at http://www.ladysmut.com.

Link to Amazon Page: http://www.amazon.com/Saffron-Nights-ebook/dp/B009T9SCDU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1354634050&sr=8-1&keywords=Saffron+Nights

Link to eKensington: http://ekensingtonbooks.com/