Enjoy the works of four daring romance authors who offer their readers a taste of the erotic.

Friday, October 24, 2014

Gleanings from the New Jersey Romance Writers Conference #NJRW2014

My program from the conference. You can see from the smileys I added how much I enjoyed it!

Happy Friday everyone! I attended the Put Your Heart in a Book New Jersey Romance Writers Conference last weekend and had a wonderful time. I attended with four other writer friends, three of whom pitched with great success. Me, I took the no stress route and went just to hear the speakers and attend the presentations.

Susan Mallery was the Keynote Speaker Saturday morning. What an inspiring speech that was. She spoke about her somewhat circuitous route to mega-success and the importance of having a plan for one’s writing career. Susan is amazing--she wrote one hundred books before she broke through to the New York Times Bestseller List! Later on, I attended her Screw the Muse, I’m on Deadline presentation, where she discussed time management, feeling that the “well is dry” and that deadliest of all threats, negative self-talk (aka “my book sucks”). When she’s on a roll, Susan writes seventy-five pages a week!

Our lunchtime speaker was Jennifer Probst, who stepped in on short notice. She really hit it out of the part. Her speech was very moving, and really stressed the importance of perseverance. She overcame a lot of career disappointment before The Marriage Bargain came out and hit the charts. What I learned from her: never give up.

I got a lot out of author Nancy Herkness’ presentation Sell Your Book, Not Your Soul: How to Write a Commercial Book From Your Heart. She stressed the importance of hooks in a story. It’s important to study the market and learn what’s popular so your story will have broad appeal while still containing elements you care about, thus making it your own. This is the formula she used to create her successful Whisper Horse Series.

During her Keynote Speech, Susan Mallery mentioned Joan Johnston’s books. This reminded me that Susan Meier also mentioned the author during a presentation for the Central New York Romance Writers.  So now I’m reading Joan Johnston’s The Texan. Of course, I’m hooked. Now I understand why her name is on so many authors’ tongues.

This is only a smidge of what I experienced and learned over the weekend. I’ve returned a bit overwhelmed, but definitely inspired. Only ninety three more books to write, and maybe I can be the next Susan Mallery!

Friday, October 17, 2014

#Cover Reveal: Don't Let Go by @nonaraines #Contemporary #Romance #TWRP

Happy Friday, friends! I have some exciting news to share with you. My upcoming novella Don't Let Go (to release on November 5) has a cover and is available for pre-order!



Annalee wants a no-strings fling. Eric's all about the strings.

Twelve years ago, when Eric Sorenson's date dumped him right before the Senior Prom, his older sister’s best friend stepped in to save him from total humiliation. He never forgot Annalee or what she did for him that night…or the kiss they shared. He wants Annalee, and if he has his way, they'll take up where they left off. And this time, he won't let go.

After a messy divorce, Annalee's not looking forward to her high school reunion. She's shocked when Eric appears at her door ready to return the favor and play escort. Gone is the inexperienced boy with a severe stutter—he's a striking, confident man. The memory of the kiss they shared rekindles an attraction that never died, and she's been on her own for a year. Isn't she entitled to kick loose and have a let's-go-crazy night?


Excerpt:

    “You should see the killer dress I bought for tonight.”
    “Can’t wait. By the way, did I tell you my brother’s in town?” Dee changed the subject so quickly Annalee almost got whiplash.  
    “No, you didn’t, but we ran into each other earlier. When I was walking Bobo.” She didn’t mention that, thanks to Bobo, she nearly ran into a tree as well.  
    “Oh, really?” Eric’s sister drew out the last word—realllyyy.
    Annalee rolled her eyes. “Yes, and what’s that little tone of yours supposed to mean?”
    “Oh, nothing,” Dee replied airily. “I knew he went out this morning. I merely find it interesting that of all the people he might encounter, he bumps into you. Very interesting.”
    “Do you really, Inspector Clouseau?”
    “Yes, indeed. Given the fact he’s had a major crush on you all these years—”
    Annalee pulled at the collar of the sweater that now felt too tight around her throat. “A crush?”
    “A crush, the hots, whatever. Now you’re free, and he’s free—”
    “Wait a minute.” She gripped the handset to keep it from sliding from her slippery palm. “I thought he was seeing that girl, the brunette—”
    “Katie? No, they’re no longer an item. The stars have finally aligned for you. It’s…what’s the word…”
    Annalee was speechless, her thoughts a flurry.
    “Oh yeah, serendipity.”
    This call had to end. “Goodbye, Delayna. I’ll see you tonight.” Annalee hung up before her friend could say more.
    Okay, what just happened? Dee was encouraging her to get with Eric?
    A new image flashed before her—she and Eric, naked. Smoothing her hands down his bare chest, then trailing lower…
    She shook her head. Sexual deprivation was getting to her. How long had it been? Half a year since the divorce and even longer if she counted the last year of her marriage, which had been a war zone. A cold war of silence and contempt, which couldn’t even generate enough heat for hate sex.
    Not a moment too soon, the coffee maker gurgled. Annalee filled a cup, but no longer needed a hot drink to eliminate the chill.
    She was on fire.

Pre-order Don't Let Go at Amazon

Nona Raines

Hot Contemporary Romance
Edgy ~ Emotional ~ Erotic
www.nonaraines.com




Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Book Blast: Hell's Bounty by @KaydenClaremont #PNR #giveaway #GoddessFish



***Kayden will be awarding $25 Amazon gift card to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during this tour and the *Review Only Tour, here***


Raven Hart, a succubus bounty hunter for Hell, is on a hunt. With her query in sight, she hits a brick wall, or rather the very hard chest of a giant sexy man. She might have lost the prize for now, but she's a winner when the hottie wants to get physical.

Marcus Dionysius, a Nephilim working for Heaven, has one mission—to prevent Hell’s beauty from stealing souls meant for the higher plane. But he soon realizes he’s met his sexual match. She’s naughty enough to tempt his senses, but her innocence means he can’t walk away when she needs him most.


Working together to discover who’s snatching souls from Heaven, they realize the true danger is falling in love.

Excerpt:

A giant of a man ducked as he entered the bar, paused, took off his sunglasses, tucked them into his jacket pocket, and waited for his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. He surveyed the bar, then decided his path. Keeping his head high and his eyes skimming the people, he avoided eye contact with everyone.

She watched him. An undeniable current of electricity pulsed through him. Stopping beside her, he dwarfed her slight stature with colossal height, muscular build that showed through the suit, and an air of confidence that made everyone in the bar notice him. He signaled the bartender for a single-malt whiskey, neat.

Once the drink showed up, he cradled the glass in his immense hands, then nodded at her and took a sip of the golden liquid. Pure ecstasy showed on his face. “You waiting for someone special?”

Raven tried to fight the attraction arcing between them. “Everyone is special”

A smile crept across his generous lips, and humor twinkled in his mocha eyes. “I guess.” He took another sip.

Scanning him from head to toe, she asked, “How tall are you?”

He looked down at her with choirboy eyes and his smile widened. “Seven-five, give or take.”

Running her fingertips around the top of the glass she surveyed him once more. If Raven didn’t know better, she’d think he was an immortal, but she could usually sense them. Each immortal had a unique aura about them, a distinct imprint whether fae or shifter or undead.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:


Kayden loves sexy, well-crafted stories of lust and love.  Her sensuous style drives the characters in lustful romps.

Her paranormal erotic novella, Hell’s Bounty is published by The Wild Rose Press.

She is a member of Sisters in Crime International; Sisters in Crime Toronto;  Sisters in Crime Toronto Executive;  Romance Writers of America, Toronto Romance Writers.

When she’s not at her day job she’s crafting more tales of love or spending time with her husband and children.

Visit her at:

Facebook:  www.Facebook.com/kayden.claremont

Twitter:  https://twitter.com/KaydenClaremont

Email at: KaydenClaremont@bell.net

Blog: KaydenClaremont@wordpress.com

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Friday, October 10, 2014

Crash Pad by @whitleygray #gay #erotic #romance

Happy Friday, everyone! Today I have a special visitor! Author Whitley Gray is here to share some news about her latest release, Crash Pad. What's more, she's agreed to answer five nosy questions from me. So let's get started!

Hi, Whitley. Welcome!


    1.    Why do you feel “called” to write male/male romance as opposed to male/female, lesbian or polyamory?

In short, I love men. I’ve written M/F romance in the past, and always found myself identifying more with the hero than the heroine. The dynamics of a M/M relationship are so different, and more appealing.

    2.     Your story High Concept dealt with a detective suffering from PTSD. Did that involve a lot of research for you?

Yes. I have a medical background, but this is a subject outside my usual purview. I have a friend who is a forensic psychiatrist. A lot of the information about the disorder, treatment, and management of back-to-work came from that source.

    3.     While writing your contribution to the Campus Cravings anthology, Artistic Endeavor, you were able to go back in time (in your imagination) to those New Adult times. Was that a fun experience for you?

I was able to revisit my college years, yes. It was fun, but it also brought back how much uncertainty there is when first striking out on your own—going away to college and having to be responsible for yourself. No curfew, no parental supervision.

    4.     In your book Rabbit Wars, you explore a “second chance at love” romance between two men who had once been involved. Why do you think the second chance theme is so appealing to readers?

I think we’ve all got a “one that got away” in our pasts. Sometimes that one was The One, as it was for Ash and Jeff. Neither had truly moved on. It’s a common experience to think about “what if…” and imagine what might have happened had things turned out differently.

    5.     Please tell us more about your new release CrashPad! We’re all ears!

Physician Remy Marshall has two loves: Emergency Medicine and running. Work doesn’t leave much time to meet guys, and most seem more interested in his bank account than him. With a week off to train for a marathon, Remy plans to make the most of his precious vacation. The last thing he needs is a distraction.

Jamie Sutton is new to the area. He hopes to make a fresh start after leaving an abusive relationship with an orthopedic surgeon. He’s got a new job as a massage therapist and wants to meet some nice guys. Against his better judgment, Jamie decides the best way to meet a cute rollerblader he’s seen in the park is on wheels.

With attention on his watch and not where he’s going, Remy crashes into Jamie and fractures the first-time rollerblader’s ankle. Jamie has no one to help him after the injury; Remy proposes Jamie stay with him. Jamie is reluctant, but it’s a better option than staying with the odd guy in the neighboring motel room. As the two get acquainted, Jamie’s past comes calling. Remy discovers the prize he really wants isn’t a medal in a marathon, but the man right in front of him.

Buy: Loose Id


Website:  http://whitleygray.com/about.html


Sounds awesome! Thanks so much for being here today, Whitley, and we wish you much success with Crash Pad!

Nona Raines

Hot Contemporary Romance
Edgy ~ Emotional ~ Erotic
www.nonaraines.com


Wednesday, October 1, 2014

A #Guest Post about writing Sex! By Neil Plakcy

Howdy Divettes! Welcome back to the Divas site. We have a very special guest with us today, Neil Plakcy, here to talk to us about, what else, Sex! Particularly, writing sex and how it affects books in different genres. So what do you all think about writing sex?

Take it away Neil....

Do You Get Taken Seriously If You Write About Sex?

The other day I suffered from coitus interruptus.

Not the way you’re thinking about it – I was in the middle of writing a sex scene and I had to stop what I was doing to hurry to a meeting of my writers’ group. We are a group of five mystery writers (well, I span the gap between mystery and romance) – four women and one guy, me.
That day, as it happened, we were critiquing a chapter in which one of the women (let’s call her S) had written her first sex scene. It was very impressionistic – short phrases piled on top of each other, without specific references to genitalia or to tab A being inserted into slot B. Since I already had sex on my mind, we got into a discussion of the ways we write about sex. S was writing a mainstream suspense book, and though part of the plot involves a romance developing between two characters who don’t know that they’re related, she didn’t want to get into too much detail.
Another woman, K, began her career in romance, where she was required to pull back that curtain and show what goes on in the bedroom. She got tired of that, and in her current career as an Edgar-winning mystery author, she has cut way back on the explicit sex.Would she have won that Edgar (the highest award in the mystery world) if her detective got randy in every book? Probably not.
Another woman, M, has written four books in a series and only at the very end of book four did she allow her heroine to finally get naked with her handsome, sexy lover. Well, I can’t say that she does get naked, though I sure hope so, because the book ends with said lover waiting outside her remote house in the Everglades complete with a banner congratulating the heroine on her 40th birthday. I’m guessing they didn’t go inside to eat cake.
The final member of our quintet, C, has avoided romantic entanglements completely in the work she has submitted for our critique. Her current work is set in the early 1900s, so the characters receive genteel kisses and the occasional clasped hand.
These women all seem to believe that adding explicit sex to their works will somehow shift their books into the realm of romance, and lead to disdain from the literary establishment.
I gave up on the literary establishment a long time ago in favor of writing the books I wanted to read. I like throwing a bunch of good, old-fashioned Anglo-Saxon words like dick and cock into my books. My characters never “fade to black” after they embrace. And I wouldn’t have them any other way.
In my newest romance, Love on Stage, my protagonist was kind of a himbo – a really good looking guy who had sex all over the place. But since it was a romance, after all, I had to pull out some of those scenes with other guys and focus on the developing romance between the hero and his love interest.
I write mystery, romance and erotica, and each of those books has the same elements, although in different proportions. It’s great fun to write down and dirty sex scenes—and I hope my readers enjoy them as much as I do!


Well, there you have it, folks. Writing dirty sex! And what it means for different authors.... 



Neil Plakcy’s newest M/M romance is Love on Stage, second in a series about young gay men on South Beach looking for love and career success. More about his work at www.mahubooks.com. http://www.loose-id.com/love-on-stage.html













Thanks so much for coming by, Neil! It was great to have you. 

Sunday, September 28, 2014

#Cover Reveal: Teach Me by Ella Sheridan #Romance @AuthorESheridan

Happy Sunday, friends. Nona here. I have a surprise guest today. Author friend Ella Sheridan is here to share the cover of her upcoming romance TEACH ME and share a few tidbits with us!




Teach Me (Southern Nights Book One)

A woman determined to heal…
Shy researcher Jess Kingston spent the last eight weeks recovering from her ex-boyfriend’s brutal attack. Body healed, she’s ready to put her life back together—except her ex isn’t ready to let go. She won’t cower in a corner while Brit tortures her, but she’s powerless to fight back.

A man determined to resist…
Ex-military security specialist Conlan James avoids commitment like the plague. His job, his Harley, and the occasional one-night stand are all he needs, until the day he rescues Jess from a tense situation and realizes he can’t get her off his mind. He can teach her to protect herself, but protecting his heart is another matter.

A madman determined to win…
As the deadly game of cat-and-mouse with Brit heats up, so does the hunger between Con and Jess. Safety might be found in numbers, but in bed, all bets are off—and the wrong move could lead to heartbreak. Or death.

Preorder Links:

Amazon

ARe       

Kobo  


Excerpt:

     What the hell are you doing here?
     This wasn’t the first time in the last five minutes that Conlan had asked himself the same question. Maybe if he had an answer, the revolving door in his brain would stop spinning, but that didn’t seem likely. Not anytime soon. Not with the beautiful brunette he’d come to see sitting close enough that, if he let himself look, he could detect the light dusting of freckles across her nose. But he wasn’t looking, and he shouldn’t be here, so how had he ended up standing in line behind the thirtysomething latte league? It sure as hell wasn’t for the coffee.
    Legs braced wide, he shifted from one hip to the other, the creak of his motorcycle chaps reminding him he could be enjoying a few extra minutes on the Harley before work instead of spending that precious time here, mooning over a woman. Doe Eyes. The first time he’d seen her all those months ago, he’d thought her eyes reminded him of sweet Georgia pecans and skittish does. The name stuck, as had the memory of her eyes—and a hundred other glimpses he shouldn’t have taken.
    Another name called, another latte dispensed, another shuffle forward.
    He hadn’t seen those eyes in eight weeks, and yet still he’d shown up every Monday, like clockwork, hoping for one more glimpse and calling himself an idiot. Wasn’t like he planned on asking her out. So why the hell did he torture himself with these weekly forays into enemy territory?
    Sex. Or sex appeal, at least.
    Another step closer to the counter. The move didn’t ease the constriction behind the zipper of his jeans. This was what she did to him, thinking about her. Especially now, after so long apart.
    The thought had a snort escaping. Ahead of him, Mr. Suit and Tie startled and glanced over a shoulder, but Conlan ignored the look. He was too busy figuring out when “this” had become enough like a relationship in his head that he would think things like “after so long apart.” Doe Eyes might appear prominently in his thoughts from time to time—especially certain times—but he’d never seen her outside of this coffee shop. And he wouldn’t. A quick roll in the hay was one thing, but Doe Eyes wasn’t the kind of woman who had one-night stands. He could tell that much just by looking at her. She was a relationship kind of woman, and he was a relationship-phobic kind of guy. Which meant he seriously needed to get a grip—and not on the part of him growing even harder at the idea.
    Idiot was right.
    He should be at work. Southern summer heat brought out the crazies almost as well as full moons did, and JCL Security was feeling the impact, juggling cases like they had eight arms, which they didn’t. Too many sleepless nights had been spent at his office, especially with the Bennett case coming up. Just a couple more weeks before Thea Bennett had her bastard of a husband before a judge and hopefully out of her life, but the paper- and prep work to get the high-profile bastard there had been a bitch. He seriously needed to—
    “Conlan, hey!”
    For a passing moment he was convinced the voice belonged to the woman filling his thoughts. But when the high, candied voice called again, he realized it was coming from the counter. The cashier. Tonya, Tammy? Tracy? He couldn’t remember. She was blonde with a deep tan he would’ve deemed impossible in a landlocked city like Atlanta, the shade a stark contrast to her white smile. Stepping up, he threw her a grin. “Hey.”
    She batted long lashes, almost hiding the way her glance slid down to the crotch of his jeans, framed in his leather chaps. “Long time, no see.”
    He winked automatically. “It’s a long wait between Mondays.”
    The girl giggled. “Your usual?”
    “That’s right. Thanks,” he said, passing over a ten-dollar bill.
    She made change, certain to caress his hand as she laid the money in his palm. Conlan was more interested in the dark Colombian roast another employee was walking toward them. High-octane all the way. The sight of the near-black brew had him salivating for something other than Doe Eyes for the first time that morning.
    He reached the condiment counter just as his phone buzzed in his back pocket. Probably Jack. Retrieving the cell confirmed his suspicion.
    Where the hell are you? his partner had texted.
    Piss off, Con replied, a grin tugging at his lips. The irony that he’d spent too much time asking himself the very same question didn’t escape him. In a half hour he’d be at the office and they could both stop wondering.
    With a little back-and-forth he managed to cram the phone back in his tight jeans. He glanced around absently, and his gaze snagged on a pair of amber-brown eyes that suddenly met his.
    He froze.
    Doe Eyes dropped her chin and shifted over the slightest bit, enough that her friend’s position blocked her from view, but not before he caught the blush coloring her creamy cheeks.
    His cock banged against his zipper as if begging to be let out. The bite of pain caught his breath in his throat. Jesus, what the hell was he—
    Don’t! Ask. Again. He knew what the hell he was doing here, and he needed to go; he really did. He needed to stop letting his dick run this show, grab his coffee, and get back to reality.
     He was restless, that was all. He was a man who needed action. Needed to be doing something, anything, not sitting behind a desk like he’d been for weeks while prepping Thea’s case. Usually he worked off his frustration in a way that involved cool silk sheets and bare skin and satisfaction on both sides, but there’d been no damn time. Just his hand and the additional chafing it provided, which wasn’t near as effective—or satisfying. That had to be the reason he couldn’t stop thinking about his mystery woman.
    Of course. That had to be it.
    Popping the lid off his cardboard cup released the rich aroma of ground coffee beans into the air. He lifted his cup and blew across the hot liquid, the sound almost a sigh of relief. He was already reaching for the packets of sugar when black squiggles caught his eye. There. On the part of the paper sleeve now facing him, he could see a name and number were clearly written: Tiffany. A 470 area-code phone number.
    So that was her name. Sounded like an eighties pop star. A glance over his shoulder found the cashier leaning across the bar where drinks were picked up, her mounded breasts shelved there, on display. Come back soon, she mouthed, her shoulders doing a little wiggle. On reflex, he threw her a grin, but her seemingly seductive move couldn’t pull his glance downward. His dick didn’t even twitch. Apparently only one thing could trigger his runaway libido this morning.
    He added the sugar, trying to ignore the panic in his gut and his one-track mind. The latter was impossible. He wanted to know Doe Eyes’ name, her phone number. Were her breasts as full as they looked beneath that starched white button-down? Was her hair as soft as he swore it would be when he fisted it between his fingers?
    He stirred a bit too vigorously, and coffee sloshed over the side of the cup.
    Don’t look. Don’t. He realized he’d closed his eyes. A sigh escaped as he rubbed a thumb and finger against them, but as soon as the lids popped open, he searched for her. Had to see her. Felt his heartbeat pick up knowing she might meet his eyes.
    He was so screwed—and smart enough to admit it. He let go, let the conflict and the churning in his gut and the tension cramping his muscles go. And then he looked toward her table.
    It was empty.
    “Well shit.”
    He stood for a moment, cursing himself, the coffee, and everything else he could think of. When another customer stepped up behind him and cleared his throat, wanting access to the counter, Con grabbed his cup and headed out the door. On his way, he chucked the coffee in the trash without a single sip.

Author Bio:

Ella grew up in the Deep South, where books provided adventures, friends, and her first taste of romance. Now she writes her own romantic adventures, with plenty of hot alpha men and the women who love and challenge them. With a day job, a husband, two active teenagers, and two not so active cats, Ella is always busy, but getting the voices in her head down on paper is a top priority. Connect with Ella at www.ellasheridanauthor.com .

Author Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/IJkRf

Social Media Links:

Amazon Author Page                      https://www.amazon.com/author/ellasheridan
Facebook Author Page                   https://facebook.com/ellasheridanauthor
Twitter (@AuthorESheridan)         https://twitter.com/AuthorESheridan
Goodreads                                        https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7350508.Ella_Sheridan

Publishing History:

Secrets To Hide Series -


Dirty Little Secret (Book One)
Naughty Little Christmas (Book Two)
Just a Little More (Book Three)


Saturday, September 27, 2014

Teacher's Pets Event! #NGWN #giveaway @NGWNblog

Welcome, everyone, to the special Nice Girls Writing Naughty Teacher's Pets Event! In celebration of the return to school, each of us NGWN authors is featuring a "pet" from one of our romances and giving you some fast facts about him. 
Make sure to visit all the blogs on the tour! Each author/blogger is offering her own prize **and** there is a $50 Amazon gift card GRAND PRIZE for one lucky winner!

My "pet" is Chess, the hero of my newly re-released BDSM romance Uncollared. Here's the blurb for the book:


                       
Submissive Mia Manetti is devastated when her first Master uncollars her just as she was hoping for a permanent relationship with him. Trying to move on, she agrees to sub for a powerful and sexy new Dom.

Chess Ryan has wanted Mia from the first moment he saw her at Club Restraint, but it was always "hands off" because she belonged to his friend Philip. Now, thanks to that friend's maneuvers, Mia is finally his. But only for a little while.

Mia finds it increasingly difficult to keep her feelings in check as she experiences erotic delights with Master Chess, sensual and sexual fantasies that she's never known before. Is she setting herself up for another heart ache?

           Guilt, secrets and misplaced pride all keep Chess and Mia from being completely honest with each other. As they connect sexually and emotionally, they realize their relationship has grown too serious to be called "play". How far are they willing to go?


Five Fast Facts about Chess:



1.  When I graduated high school I was voted the most likely to marry a supermodel. 

2.  In high school, I was the President of the Future Billionaires Club.

3.  In college my (platonic) crush was Warren Buffett. My goal was to emulate his success and even outstrip him.

4.  Growing up I wanted to be just like my father, Frank Ryan. He built the family realty company my grandfather founded into the successful business it became. I wanted to launch it into the stratosphere and make my father proud of me. I was convinced nothing could stop me. Too bad I got in my own way.

5. I spent my prom night with the hottest, most popular girl in school. We were voted King and Queen of the Prom. Everything in my life led me to believe I would always be at the top of my game.

Here's an excerpt from the book:


Mia gave the attendant a five-dollar bill, thanked her, and slipped out of the lounge. Yes, she was a coward, but she couldn’t go back to the table. She didn’t want to disrespect Master Philip. But torn by confusion, sadness and, yes, anger, she couldn’t face him now. Now that they had no future.
She’d ask the doorman to hail a cab to take her home.
As she turned toward the lobby she bumped, almost literally, into Chess Ryan. He appeared suddenly, as if he’d been waiting right outside the ladies’ lounge.
“Oh!” She stepped backward in surprise, wobbling on her high heels. Chess steadied her, his hands warm on her bare arms, his gray eyes fixed on her face.
“I didn’t, uh, didn’t expect you—”
“Have you been crying?” His voice was rough. He sounded angry.
“I’m not feeling well,” she murmured, looking away.
His fingers flexed briefly on her skin and then fell away as he withdrew. “Let me take you back to your table.”
“No!” Mia cried, panic-stricken. His eyebrows flew up, and she immediately calmed herself. “I mean, no, thank you. I’m going home now.”
His brow lowered, and his gaze drifted to her bare throat. Something flashed in his eyes. She was shaken, as though he’d seen her nude.
Though one of the most respected Doms at Restraint and one of the most popular, he had never done more with Mia than exchange a few pleasantries. Master Philip wasn’t into sharing, and neither was she.
But now he said, “I’ll take you home.”
“No…your friends…”
“They’re not really friends. Business acquaintances, more like. I’ll make my excuses.” Before Mia could even think what to say next, he quickly took charge. “Wait for me right here. We’ll leave in a moment.”
She could have easily slipped away while he said good night to his dinner companions, but for some reason Mia waited, just as Chess told her. She had no idea why. Was it easier to simply let someone else take charge? Or perhaps Chess’s attention soothed the hurt of Philip’s rejection?
A dull ache throbbed behind Mia’s left eye. She was almost grateful for the distraction it provided from the pain in her soul.
Chess appeared again, his expression still taut with simmering anger.
“Your friends weren’t upset?” she asked.
He shrugged as if it made no difference. “They’re fine.” He paused a moment. “I spoke to Philip.”
Her steps faltered. “You didn’t—”
“I only told him I’m taking you home. He was fine with it.”
Fine with it. Another hurt, another small sign that Philip no longer wanted her.

In spite of Chess’s abrupt manner, he was most gentle as he took her by the arm. “Come, Mia. We’re leaving.”

Uncollared is available at Amazon.

The prize I am offering: a digital copy of Uncollared and its companion story His Kind of Woman. Just comment below and I will select a random winner Monday morning. Please don't forget to include your email address!

And don't forget to stop HERE for your chance to win the $50 Amazon GC Grand Prize!


Have a wonderful weekend, all!
Nona Raines

Hot Contemporary Romance
Edgy ~ Emotional ~ Erotic
www.nonaraines.com






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