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justsexypics: Ooo. This reminds me of a certain @MsKatiePorter...

Sat, 18 May 2013 00:21:35 -0400

justsexypics:

Ooo. This reminds me of a certain @MsKatiePorter book.

paperimages: Jeremy Mann But this one is my favorite. It...

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:49:34 -0400

paperimages:

Jeremy Mann

But this one is my favorite. It captures so much and hides everything.

sadburro: The Model Jeremy Mann I absolutely love this nude....

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:47:59 -0400

sadburro:

The Model

Jeremy Mann

I absolutely love this nude. So awesome.

paperimages: Jeremy Mann Haven’t been on Tumblr in a...

Fri, 17 May 2013 18:45:49 -0400

paperimages:

Jeremy Mann

Haven’t been on Tumblr in a very long time, but I’m trying to get my groove back. Easing into it with a new artist I just discovered and already love. Jeremy Mann.

Appearance: I'll be in Kansas City at the RT Convention this week!

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 10:22:00 -0400

Come by and see me at the Giant Book Fair!

The Romantic Times Book Fair is on Saturday, May 4 at the Sheraton Kansas City at Crown Center. Stop by from 11-2 pm to see hundreds of authors and get your favorite books signed! More information here: http://www.rtconvention.com/2013-giant-book-fair

For those of you attending the convention… Let’s play a game! On Wednesday, I’ll be hosting a dirty version of Apples to Apples with authors Lauren Dane, Vivian Arend, Louisa White, and Lorelie Brown & Carrie Lofty (aka Katie Porter) from 5-6pm!

And earlier on Wednesday, from 2:30-3:30, I’ll be on a panel with Beth Ciotta, Sarah Frantz, Shannon Stacey, and Erin McCarthy talking about contemporary heroes for Reinventing the Modern-Day Romeo. Oooo. Love these women. I can’t wait.

Other than that…I’ll see you at the bar. Cheers!

geekyjessica: Greatest Hey Girl I have EVER SEEN.

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 19:00:19 -0400

geekyjessica:

Greatest Hey Girl I have EVER SEEN.

thepleasureprinciple: thefuckshitmagnet: thesexiestmenalive: T...

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 18:33:37 -0400

thepleasureprinciple:

thefuckshitmagnet:

thesexiestmenalive:

The 100 Sexiest Men Alive - 2013.

17. Aldis Hodge.

yes, LLAWD!

Yes. All types of fine.

OMG. *googly eyes* Oh. Just… That is a beautiful fellow.

Oh my. Beard. And etc.

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 18:30:23 -0400

Oh my. Beard. And etc.

Too Hot To Handle - New! Almost Safe for Work Excerpt!

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 19:16:00 -0400

Too Hot to Handle is out tomorrow!!!! I posted a NSFW excerpt here. But if you’d like a slightly more safe for work excerpt, here it is! I hope you love Merry and Shane as much as I do.

Order Too Hot to Handle from: Powell’s | B & N | Indiebound | Amazon
Buy the ebook from Kindle, BN.com, iTunes, and many others!

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Grace froze in the act of sliding a perfect smudge of black liner across her lash line and aimed a hot glare in Merry’s direction. “What do you mean Shane’s coming over?”

Merry stared in wonder. “How do you do that?” she asked for the hundredth time since she’d met her best friend. “I don’t get it. When I put eyeliner on, I look like a five-year-old playing dress up. Or an eighty-year-old alcoholic trying to recapture her glory days.”

“Close your eyes.” Grace scooted Merry around and swiped the pencil quickly over her lids. “There. I’ve shown you a million times. Now tell me why Shane’s coming over.”

When she opened her eyes, Merry sighed at the sight that greeted her. Her plain brown irises now looked large and whiskey-colored. At least she was living with Grace right now. She could use her friend like a personal make-up artist whenever she wanted. Of course, that didn’t change the fact that Merry’s liner would be smudged and smeared within an hour. Her body rejected any transplants of prettiness.

“I need a carpenter,” she said as she fluttered her lashes at herself. Then she looked from Grace’s hair –gorgeous, choppy, and recently brightened with chunks of Crayola red color—to her own. Plain brown and slightly dented from the ponytail she’d worn that morning. God.

Grace snapped her fingers. “I said, So what?”

“Shane’s a carpenter. I’m hoping he’ll give me the Stud Farm discount.”

“The Stud Farm discount,” Grace muttered. “I don’t like the sound of that at all. I think I should hang around.”

“Thanks, Mom, but I promise not to get into your vodka stash.”

“I’ll call Cole and tell him to pick me up later.”

“You will not. First of all, Cole’s going to die when he sees that red in your hair. And by die, I mean he’s going to jump on you like a cowboy riding a stubborn bronco.”

“Nice.”

“Secondly, what’s your problem with Shane?”

Grace shrugged and leaned forward to finish her makeup. “I don’t know. He’s slick. Too removed. I can’t read him.”

“I think he’s nice.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m hanging around. You think everyone is nice.”

“I do not,” Merry denied. “And even if I did, you have nothing to worry about. He didn’t even remember who I was. I doubt he’s currently concocting a plan to seduce me and steal my virginity as a trophy.”

Grace snorted. “What virginity?”

“The one I regrew after two years of celibacy.”

“A good sex toy should take care of that.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Grace groaned. “I’m pitiful.”

“No, you’re not. You’re safe and picky which is exactly how I want you to be.”

“I’m not picky. I’m just not on the radar. Anyone’s radar. I’m the government’s top-secret stealth snatch project.”

Grace burst into an uncharacteristically hearty laugh. Merry just stuck her tongue out and flounced out of the bathroom.

“I’m serious about Shane,” Grace said, following her to the living room. She pulled on a pair of black boots that would have looked clunky and mannish on Merry, but somehow looked both tough and adorable and Grace. “Watch out for him. He can be charming.” She drew the word out like it was a smear. “And take off that eyeliner. You look too cute.”

“You can scrub this liner off my cold, dead body. Actually, that won’t be necessary, because it’ll melt off within the hour.”

“Use that primer I gave you.”

“Sure,” Merry said, instead of telling her friend that she’d tried the primer and somehow she couldn’t get it blended right and ended up looking like she was wearing sparkly white goggles.

“Don’t get charmed,” Grace warned, pointing a finger at Merry’s chest. “I’m serious. I don’t want to have to murder my boyfriend’s best friend. Okay?”

A knock interrupted their conversation. Merry went out to say hello to Cole, but for a moment he was overwhelmingly distracted by Grace’s hair.

“Hi, Merry,” he said, his gaze locked on his girlfriend with an intensity no man had ever had for Merry.

“Hi, Cole. Grace’s hair looks great, huh?”

“Hell, yeah, it does.” Grace kicked him, and for a moment his gaze only got more intense. Then he blinked and visibly shook it off. His easy smile appeared and he turned to Merry. “How’s the ghost town, darlin’?” he asked, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “I still don’t like you out there on your own.”

“I studied all the wildlife guides you gave me. If a rattlesnake comes near, I can identify it less than two seconds, I swear.”

He winked. “Good.”

“Jesus, you two are actually worse than having parents. My mom was never this overprotective.”

Cole patted her arm. “I’ve never had a little sister.”

“I’m not your sister! Jeez. Now go show your girlfriend how much you like the new red hair. I’ll see you later.”

Cole dragged his woman out the door, but Grace leaned back in for one last warning. “Watch out for that guy.”

“I promise it won’t be a problem!” she huffed.

It never was. Men were always disappointingly respectful of her. She locked the door behind Grace and then wandered back to the bathroom to put on some lipgloss and brush out her hair. Thanks to Grace’s professional skills with the eye makeup, Merry looked almost nice. And the Oscar the Grouch T-shirt really set off her complexion.

Just as she was thinking of changing, there was another knock on the door, which helpfully saved her from the decision of which Darth Vader tee she was going to choose.

She opened the door with a wide smile that she felt freeze on her face when she saw Shane Harcourt.

He’d definitely taken that shower. The thick stubble that had shadowed his face had been shaved off to reveal his hard jaw, and his dark hair was still pressed to the nape of his neck in damp strands.

“Hi, Merry,” he said, and she had the distinct feeling he was proving that he remembered her name. Not very flattering. When she’d visited Jackson last fall, they’d spent three hours together at Grace’s birthday party. Not enough time to make an impression on him, apparently.

“You look like you’re feeling a lot better,” she said, waving him in.

“I am, thanks. And sorry about earlier.” He flashed that charming smile she’d heard about. “I was dead on my feet.”

“Yeah, you looked like a cattle rustler who’d been on the run for weeks.”

His smile wavered. She had a way of doing that to men. “So where’s the bookshelf?”

“Ha. There is no bookshelf.”

“What?” He turned in a slow circle, looking over the apartment. “You said you wanted help with a bookshelf.”

She let her eyes wander down to his ass while he wasn’t looking. Cowboys were so sweet, the way they never wore those awful baggy jeans. And Shane was especially sweet, generously showing off his tight, muscular ass in a dark pair of Levi’s.

She cleared her throat. “No, you said I wanted help with a bookshelf.”

“All right. So what’s going on?” He sounded suspicious, probably worried she was going to try to make a move. It was so uncomfortable when you had to fight off the girl next door.

“Why don’t we sit down?”

Still looking wary, he took a seat on the couch. He’d look even warier if he knew he was sitting on her bed. Merry smothered a grin as she sat next to him. “I need a carpenter for a bigger job than a few shelves.” ….

Too Hot to Handle - new release!

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 14:07:00 -0400

Too Hot to Handle is out TOMORROW!!!! I had so much fun writing this story. Merry Kade is a fantastic nerdy heroine who makes all the stupid jokes I love to make. She wears graphic T-shirts and sneakers and walks around with ponytail dents in her hair. When things are bad, she insists on laughing. I love her.

Shane Harcourt, on the other hand, is a gruff western guy who’s handy with his big, gruff, western hands. He’s never met anyone like Merry. She befuddles him. Heh. She befuddles him right into bed!

More book info on my site. Here’s a little snippet.

———————

“Oh, God, yes!” she gasped, holding the vibrator up in triumph.

She’d decided she needed it thirty minutes ago. Those thoughts of Shane hadn’t gone away on the drive home. They hadn’t even gone away when she’d tried to work on the brochure. She’d finally decided she needed to indulge her rediscovered lust and go for it while she was still in the mood.

So she’d texted Grace to be sure she was gone for the night. Then Merry had taken a quick shower. Poured a glass of wine. Gulped the wine down and poured herself another. The last step had been finding the vibrator. Three boxes later, and she had that little sucker in her hand.

“Thank God,” she sighed before heading to the kitchen to dig for batteries. And finally, she was ready.

Amazingly, she felt almost nervous. Had it really been that long since she’d touched herself? So long that she felt fucking nervous?

Well, now she was determined.

Merry unfolded her sofa bed, piled on the covers, and slid beneath crisp sheets.

Shane was right next door. She’d heard his shower earlier, so Merry imagined him there, naked and wet. God, he must be beautiful. Long and lean and hard. Hard everywhere. She’d love to touch him. Run her hands down his slick back. Dig her nail into his naked, taut ass. Press herself into him and stretch like a cat in heat while he—

Merry started and shook her head. No, even if the man were naked and in her shower right now, she could never just climb in there and start manhandling him. Not even in a fantasy. Because what she’d really do is screw up the courage to slip into the shower naked, and then she’d stand there awkwardly while he soaped himself. She’d probably crack a joke. Then make an excuse about how crowded it was and just slip away.

“Stop it,” she muttered to herself, then slid deeper under the covers and shifted the fantasy around.

He’d been in the shower, yes. All soapy and wet and hard for her. But now he was out and drying off, and when he heard her knock, he slipped on a pair of jeans and answered the door in nothing but half-buttoned Levi’s.

“I was just thinking about you,” he said, giving her that dark, unreadable look he did so well.

Merry’s heart sped just as it would have if her fantasy were real. She slipped her hands over her breasts and down her body, feeling nerves shiver to life as she imagined Shane pulling her into his apartment and pressing her to the wall. He put his mouth to her neck and whispered how much he’d been wanting her, how often he’d thought of her. His impatient hands slid beneath her clothes, inspiring nervous gasps that he took as agreement. His skin felt so good that she let herself fall into it. She let him touch her, kiss her, but when he started to push her shirt up and off her body, Merry hesitated.

“Shane, wait. I hardly know you. How can—“

“Please,” he rasped. “I need this. I need you. Just once. Please, Merry. You’ve been driving me mad. I need to taste you.”

Merry turned on the vibrator and gave herself up to the story, just as she gave herself up to his hands in her mind. His hands and mouth and fingers. Oh, God. Yes. His fingers teasing her, then slipping inside of her. Driving her crazy until she felt just as mad as he did. Until she was murmuring yes, yes when he unbuttoned his jeans and freed his erection. He eased a hand beneath her knee and pulled her leg high as he positioned himself between her thighs.

“Please,” Merry whispered into the empty room. “Please.” She wanted that. Needed it. She slipped the toy farther along her body, sending delicious shivers racing to branches of nerves that hadn’t stirred in so long. Oh, God, yes. This was going to feel so good, a need she’d ignored so long it had seemed extinct. But it was back now, and her hips strained forward as she gave into a whimper of relief.

And then her world came crashing down. Or at the very least, her door sounded like it was about to crash in. Not that the knock was especially loud, but her senses were a little heightened. And the door was only three feet from her head. And she was lying there with her legs spread and a vibrator buzzing.

Merry froze, eyes wide in panic, hoping that if she didn’t move, the wolf wouldn’t spot her through the tall grass.

When the knock came again, she eased her finger over to turn off the vibrator, alarmed by how loud the silence was afterward. Had that buzzing sound filled the whole room? Had it been audible from the hallway? What if it had been—

“Merry, it’s Shane. Are you home?”

-Shane?

No. “Yes!” she yelped in complete panic, trying to bite back the word even as her body volunteered it. Her eyes slid over the blankets, noting the shape of her body beneath the covers, knees parted wide, arm disappearing beneath the cozy bedspread at a suspicious angle. Then her gaze moved to the door.

Oh, God.

“I was hoping to see the brochure. Can I come in?”

“Uh…” Merry finally forced her body to let go of its frozen panic and move. She slid the vibrator away with a wince of shock, snapped her legs closed and sat straight. “Uh, sure. Just give me a second.” Why had she spoken? Why hadn’t she just kept her mouth shut and let him leave?

Stupid blind panic. Merry shoved the vibrator under the covers and leapt out of bed to race to the bathroom where she’d left her clothes. “Idiot,” she cursed herself at another misstep. She should have just said no. No, I’m not dressed. I’ll see you tomorrow. Except not being dressed had been way too close to the truth: I’m not dressed and I’m frigging myself three feet away from you. Sorry!

She frantically pulled on her jeans and the yellow Dr. Who T-shirt she’d been wearing earlier, then raced back to the living room to yank the covers tight across the bed.

She took a deep breath, pasted a smile on her face, and unlocked the door. “Hey!” she chirped as she opened it just enough to wedge herself between him and the room. “What’s going on?”….

Order from: Powell’s | B & N | Indiebound | Amazon

Buy an ebook from Kindle, BN.com, iTunes, and many others!

Alexandre Dupouy, Couple from Amatuers 40, 1940s , Omg....

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 13:22:59 -0400

Alexandre Dupouy, Couple from Amatuers 40, 1940s ,

Omg. Supposed to be working. But I just discovered the erotic photographer Alexandre Dupouy. GORGEOUS. I can’t post most of them. Google if you like pretty, dirty pics. *hypmotized*

A Nerdy Girl Talking about Geeky Things: I'm hosting a Doctor Who tour!

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 13:11:28 -0400

A Nerdy Girl Talking about Geeky Things: I'm hosting a Doctor Who tour!:

geekyjessica:

Tourwick Travels has asked me to host their VIP 50th Anniversary Doctor Who Tour to Cardiff and London!

Click the link below for registration information!

http://www.tourwick.com/index.php/doctor-who-tours/

August 26th to September 3rd!

HIGHLIGHTS INCLUDE:

Daily Breakfast, 4…

I can’t believe the number of people who live in Salt Lake...

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 00:44:00 -0400

I can’t believe the number of people who live in Salt Lake City and never go to the Great Salt Lake. In the summer it’s too hot, but on a warm fall day, it’s perfect. You can walk out a hundred yards and the water only comes to your waist. It’s totally quiet. Totally serene. And utterly alien.

I took this picture a few years ago. It’s above my mantle now.

Filthy Little Snippet from My October Book (NSFW)

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 23:32:00 -0400

After spending all day following comments on this wonderful post on feminism in romance, and reading the great thoughts on cunnilingus in romance… I just happened to find myself editing this scene from Walker’s book, So Tough to Tame…

It’s dirty, y’all. It’s NSFW and many other situations! Proceed with caution. And sturdy pants.

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His fingers stole beneath the edge of her panties and slipped down. She edged her thighs apart and eased up onto her elbows to watch. His fingertips traced over her plump lips, just the edge, then back up. Teasing her. Testing her. She held her breath as he did it again. Then he slid along wetness and brushed her clit.

“Oh,” she gasped. Walker watched her face and did it again. She was breathing hard and fast already.

“I want to taste you,” he said, then he leaned forward and pressed one nearly-chaste kiss to her mound. The another. When he opened his mouth over her, she felt the shocking heat and wetness of him through that thin fabric.

She gasped his name. His tongue licked her. It slipped over her clit as she watched him, tormenting her through her pink panties. “Oh, God. Walker.” He did it again, and now that the fabric was wet, it felt even better. But not good enough. Not nearly good enough. Then his fingers slipped over her slick lips and this time, he pushed them deeper. Just a little. Charlie’s hips bucked toward him in shocked pleasure.

Now his mouth closed over her and he sucked until she was whimpering. “You want to leave your panties on, Charlie? It’s okay if you do.”

Fuck, now he was teasing her. Working her clit with his lips and tongue, torturing her pussy with his fingers. “No,” she gasped.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to go too fast for you. We can leave them on if you feel shy.”

“Please. Just…take them off.”

He sucked at her one more time as his fingers slid slowly up and down.

“Please,” she begged again. “Please, I want to.”

Walker nodded and then he finally dragged them slowly down. She was mortified to see her thighs were already trembling. His hands smoothed over them as if he’d noticed too. But then his eyes were locked on what he’d uncovered. Her bare pussy, open and wet for him.

She saw the flash of his teeth in his beard, heard the low rumble of his growl. He stood and took off his shirt, his boots, his jeans, but his gaze stayed glued to her the whole time.

Her eyes, on the other hand, were roaming restlessly over him, catching on pleasing sight after pleasing sight. She’d need days to get her fill of just looking. Then weeks to memorize him with her hands. A few more to taste every inch of him. The innocuous parts like the inside of his wrist, the top of his hip. And the dangerous parts like his mouth, his fingers, and that gorgeous cock he’d just released from his briefs.

Oh, God. Yes, weeks just for that.

He retrieved a condom from his jeans, and for a moment, she thought he was going to skip all the foreplay and just fuck her. Frankly, she was fine with that. So damn fine. She needed to feel him inside her. All her nerves went tight in perfect anticipation of him pushing into her.

But no…He set the condom beside her and met her gaze. “I’ll stop whenever you want. That’s just in case. Okay?” She nodded, and when he knelt between her legs, she scooted farther back on the bed, eager to give him room to work.

He put his mouth to her inner thigh first. Then a little higher. Then he sucked at the hollow at the very top of her leg. His beard brushed the sensitive skin between her legs. “Just in case…” he whispered, dragging his mouth along her sex. “You like this…” His tongue flicked over her clit.

She tensed, her breathing filling the silence of the room.

“…As much as I know I will.”

Another faint little lick of his tongue. Charlie whimpered.

“Look at you, Charlie. So bare and vulnerable.”

Yes. That was what she liked about it. It was so sensitive like this. So—

He opened his mouth against her and sucked at her clit. The pleasure was so shocking that she cried out. Loudly. His eyes flickered up. And then he smiled, mouth still pressed to her flesh, his eyes crinkling with delight. He sucked at her again, and pressed his tongue to her and Charlie couldn’t stop the animal groan that tore from her throat.

heygirlnathanfillion: heygirlnathanfillion: Anonymous...

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 22:48:06 -0400

heygirlnathanfillion:

heygirlnathanfillion:

Anonymous submission.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Nerds!

AT NUMBER THREE!!!

Heh. Yeah.

Ahoy! Minor nudity! I think this is just perfect.

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 22:44:00 -0400

Ahoy! Minor nudity!

I think this is just perfect.

It’s @Zoe_archer as a child.

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 22:39:23 -0400

It’s @Zoe_archer as a child.

thedeerking: realmenstink: HOT HAIRY WOLF !!! fans...

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 22:31:44 -0400

thedeerking:

realmenstink:

HOT HAIRY WOLF !!!

fans self

Uh-oh. He’s thinking that you will definitely be getting a spanking later.

imkindaoldfashioned: On the way to the beach with my...

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 22:27:35 -0400

imkindaoldfashioned:

On the way to the beach with my parents.

Oh damn, you are cute and furry.

raggedymen: Did we blog this already? Can’t recall. Don’t...

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 22:25:10 -0400

raggedymen:

Did we blog this already? Can’t recall. Don’t care.

My Tumblr’s been entirely too serious lately. How about a little sexual objectification? ‘Cause I’m objectifying this guy real hard and dirty.