Teasers - Change

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Ink Motions with Tina Christopher

Tina Christopher spent her early years flitting across the Channel between Germany and England. After touring the world extensively, she finally laid down roots in Toronto. And while Canada’s winters may be frigid, Tina’s characters are anything but!

Like most writers, Tina often hears voices in her head, but it took the encouragement of an editor friend before she actually put fingers to keyboard. While those first stories will never see the light of day, she’s subsequently honed her craft and learned to build not just worlds, but entire galaxies. Her first book from Ellora’s Cave features a galaxy filled with Vampires, Humans and angel-like aliens called Naema.

When not imagining far away worlds and scorching hot encounters, Tina can be found on her sofa working through her never-ending TBR pile or venturing into the real world—whether to a nearby café or a passport-required destination. She’s a member of the RWA’s Toronto chapter. Her two degrees in environmental conservation, majoring in large animal studies, come in handy when wrestling with supernatural beasties.

 

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How do you get an idea for your novel?

I usually start with a character or a concept.

Rescue by Ruin (http://www.amazon.com/Rescue-Ruin-Tina-Christopher-ebook/dp/B00A0LC0ES/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1397348195&sr=8-1&keywords=rescue+by+ruin) started with this questions: what would drive a proper young miss to visit a dirigible of ill-repute? Beatrice walked onto the page and things happened from there.

Danger by Dalliance (http://www.ellorascave.com/danger-by-dalliance.html) started with a throwaway line in Rescue by Ruin and the one question an author cannot do without: What if? What if Sarah did what she did out of desperation? What if she had no choice? This gave me the heroine. Who would she be attracted to? With the chaos in her life she needed someone in control, someone who would allow her to let go and relax for the first time in years-Archer appeared on the page. But Archer and Sarah are rather similar characters. They both needed someone who is a little bit more easy going, someone who sees the world a little differently. That was when Warren made himself known.

 

What is your writing style?  Do you just sit down and write or do you create character sketches, outlines, or notes?

I always start with GMC. Goal, Motivation and Conflict for hero, heroine and villain help me to learn more about my characters and the journey they will take. The next step is an outline with the main happenings. I don’t go into a lot of detail, that develops while a write. For the last two books I then put the broad strokes of the scenes onto post-it notes. It is rather satisfying to tear them down once the scene is written.

 

Who is the "Writing Muse" in your life? I.E. who gets your juices flowing when you are blocked?

I don’t really have one. Queen can help to get me going, but if I have a word count I have to achieve I sit down and type until I have it. I can fix words, but I can’t edit a blank page…I’m paraphrasing Nora Roberts here.

 

How many novels have you written including all work in progresses you are currently working on?

I have published five books so far. I have three erotic sci-fi stories. Tangled Shadows, Tangled Hunger and Tangled Indulgence make up the Celestial Surrender series. I am currently working on Tangled Redemption, the fourth and final book. Each book is a complete story, but it does help to read them in sequence.

Rescue by Ruin was my first erotic historical with steampunk elements. Danger by Dalliance is the sequel, but the two books can be read independently from each other.

I have the first book of a new steampunk series publishing in December. It is a swashbuckling adventure with a nod to James Bond. It is currently called Dirigibles Are Forever, but that may change.

 

Who is your "writing idol"? I.E. Who do you like and what is it about there writing that captures your soul?

Nalini Singh could write the phone book and I would still buy it. I love her writing. Her characters jump off the page and she usually puts them through the wringer, leaving you on the edge of your seat to see if they will make it.

 

What is you favorite plot line type?

Hm, I don’t think I have one. I like damaged characters who find a way to overcome what has happened to them.

 

Is there any advice you can offer to anyone who would like to write?

Read, read, read! Did I mention reading? Read everything under the sun, not just in the genre you write. It shows you different approaches and ways to deal with situations and problems…and it’s a ton of fun.

 

What is a good villain?

A three-dimensional character that has his or her own goal, motivation and conflict. Someone who believes what he is doing is the right thing to do.

An Excerpt From: DANGER BY DALLIANCE

Copyright © TINA CHRISTOPHER, 2014

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“I am here for two reasons.” She lifted the bag onto her lap, opened. With a hiss the pneumatic shrinking device that matched the bag to whatever needed carrying released, and she removed a square metal box with two colored lights on the top. “This is my father’s latest invention. He calls it the Rigdon’s Banknote Verification Device.” She set it on the desk. “You feed a banknote in here.” She pointed to a slit on the side. “The RBVD will test it. If the note is false, the red light will flash.”

He stilled for a moment, his brow furrowed, before pulling the machine closer. “What made your father go in this direction?”

“He’s been working on this for some time, but under the current circumstances believed it deserved his complete focus.”

“What circumstances?”

If she had feathers he’d be ruffling them. Did he have to be so methodical? “I am sure you are aware of what is happening in the city.”

“I am more surprised that you are. Why did you bring this to me?”

She cleared her throat. Her chest tightened. “My father says he has taken it as far as he can. Because of your previous partnership he’d hoped you may be interested to see if you can identify the issues with the ink scanner and take the device to its final conclusion.”

He sat back and steepled his hands before his face.

When he didn’t say anything for a minute her stomach churned. He had to agree. Otherwise her father’s invention was only a pile of junk soldered together and the trouble she was in had been for nothing. “Of course your previously established conditions would remain.”

He lifted the machine off his desk and added it to one of the shelves. “I will see what I can do.” Latimer returned to his chair and tapped a finger against the armrest. “You mentioned two reasons for your visit.”

Sarah bit her lip and tried to breathe evenly. A flush crept across her cheeks. She’d prepared her speech, but now everything had vanished, leaving her mentally racing to find the right words.

Everything, that is, except the impact his presence always had on her. Sparks rushed through her stomach, spreading out toward the apex of her thighs. She was glad she wore a thick tweed dress as her nipples hardened.

How did he do this to her every time she saw him? And what was this?

“Miss Rigdon?”

“Of course, Mr. Latimer.” She exhaled and dragged her focus back to where it needed to be. Kicking and screaming.

For a moment she wished she had some sort of feminine wiles to use in this encounter, some way to distract him, dull his razor-sharp wit. But looking after her father and their small house didn’t give her a lot of opportunity to learn to be a coquette. “Mr. Latimer, I came here today to see if you could—”

The door banged open and a man stormed into the room. He was slightly taller than Latimer, but had a leaner build. Brown hair, two shades lighter than Latimer’s, curled around his shoulders. He wore only trousers and his shirt was untucked. He looked as if he’d been through a storm. His white shirt was also covered in paint splatter and was half open.

A tingle went through Sarah when she saw his muscular chest play peek-a-boo with her. She should look away, but she’d never seen this much skin on a man.

Propriety be damned. She studied him from under her lashes.

She’d never met this man in her life, but the urge to stroke her hands across the smooth-looking skin overcame her.

The passion gathering inside her simmered hotter.

“Arch, have you seen my notebook?” The new arrival raised his head and saw her. He stopped. “Oh, I apologize. I hadn’t realized you had a guest.”

To Sarah’s surprise he made no effort to button his shirt or make himself more presentable. Instead he crossed his arms over his lean chest and studied her. His gold-green eyes focused on her like a spotlight.

Latimer grimaced. “Jennings should have let you know.”

The two men exchanged a glance. Latimer appearing somewhat tortured, the new arrival filled with mirth.

“Miss Rigdon, please let me introduce Warren Hugh Dorvee, a dear friend and housemate.”

Dorvee bowed. “At your service, Miss Rigdon.”

Sarah swallowed. Their combined gazes made her shiver. The office seemed unnaturally hot. Even in their somewhat casual state of dress Latimer and Dorvee dominated the room. She wanted to get up and touch them, rub her hand across Dorvee’s muscular abdomen and see if the dark hair on Latimer’s forearms, bared by the rolled-up sleeves, was as soft as it appeared.

These shocking thoughts pulled Sarah back from the brink. Her heart pounded, but she concentrated on her responsibilities and duties. She couldn’t afford to be anything but above reproach.

Even in her own mind.

“Mr. Dorvee, are—” She cleared her throat, uncomfortable with how sensual her voice sounded. “Are you a painter?”

Dorvee leaned against the side of the desk. “I am, Miss Rigdon. What gave me away?” Laughter shimmered in his eyes, highlighting the gold sparks in the deep green. Laughter and an appreciation that made the tips of her breasts tingle.

“Oh, I don’t know.” She couldn’t help but fall in with the teasing. “Maybe the colorful decorations on your shirt?”

He pulled his shirt away from his body, giving her another glimpse of a muscular abdomen and a narrow line of hair ending in his trousers. Brief as it might have been, her hard nipples rubbed against her chemise and the boning of her corset. Sparks traveled from her breasts to her stomach and below.

“Maybe I am only starting a new fashion trend.”

Her lips twitched, but then she met Latimer’s look and the heat inside her turned into a blaze. Sarah had always thought of it as anger, but now she realized it was something else.

Something she had no name for.

Something that was caused by the two men before her.

 

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Between the Covers - Immortal Bloodlines

Today's Between the Covers is an excerpt from my book.

Here is a excerpt from Immortal Bloodlines (Phoenix Intelligence Agency, Book # 4). Enjoy.

“I’m through running from you. Now the ball’s in your court to decide what to do about that.” Storm stared at his lips. She turned and sauntered back to the doorway, passing the agents from Killian’s unit who had come into his office. They parted and let her by. Storm could feel Killian watching her and she looked over her shoulder. “Decide fast, because I’m a little impatient and don’t like to be kept waiting.”

She headed outside. Bypassing the agents who smiled at her, Storm whistled as she walked back to her unit. The agents of her unit applauded when she entered.

“When we think you can’t top yourself, you do,” someone called out. “We love your zany self, Storm.”

She bowed and winked at them. It was all in good-natured fun. The agents of the assassination unit liked to tease. Storm went into her office and waited as Allure and Harmony came in.

“What was that about?” Allure demanded.

“I finally realized why Killian bugs me so much.” Storm sat in her chair and put her feet on her desk.

“Why?” Harmony asked.

“Don’t be naïve, Harmony.” Allure smirked. “Aunty Storm finally found her libido. And it has the hots for Killian.”

“What?” Harmony frowned then stared at Storm. She opened her mouth then closed it before blurting out, “You don’t date.”

“I’ll be starting soon. That is, if Killian gets his butt in gear.” Storm smiled. “I drive him crazy already. Imagine when it is up close and personal. Preferably naked.”

Copyright © Taige Crenshaw, 2014.
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Teasers - Handling Life

It's not what happens to you that determines how far you will go in life ;it is how you handle what happens to you. ~ Zig Ziglar

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Ink Motions with Chandra Ryan

 

The story of romance

 

“So? How did you two meet?”

It’s pretty much the standard opening to the conversation after people have decided you and your significant other are serious about each other. It’s fun to hear how people connected. And it helps to hear other people’s awkward first date stories. Because, let’s face it, we all have them.

What was mine?

I was working as a waitress. No, not in a cocktail lounge. Sorry. That song gets stuck in my head every time I tell this story. Anyway. I was working as a waitress in a pizza place while I was going to college and there was this guy who would come in every once in awhile. And I totally felt a spark. So I did what any red-blooded American would do, I flirted with him shamelessly. But he didn’t seem to notice me. For years my affection went unreturned. And I almost gave up.

But one night he came in and I was wearing my college sweatshirt. He asked me if I was going to school there and that was where it started. Apparently he thought I was too young for him until then. That’s why he hadn’t flirted back. But now he knew I was college age. And after that we were inseparable. We were married in under a year. That was seventeen years ago this November.

As cute as the as that story is, it’s not where the romance is. That came later. In the days where he defended me to those who weren’t sure I measured up and the nights he checked all the rooms and closets because I could’ve sworn I heard something go bump

Attraction is good and it’s almost impossible to get to romance without it but it isn’t romance. Romance takes work. It takes effort. But no one ever asks about that part. Which is sad. It’s the most beautiful part of a relationship. And where as the meeting has a definite time frame, the romance goes on for as long as the two people are willing to work on their relationship. So maybe that’s why I write romance.

In my newest release, Subservience, there’s definite attraction. There’s a spark so hot that neither Parker nor Harlow can resist it. But that’s not where the story ends. That’s just the beginning. It’s going to take effort and sacrifice to get these two together. She’s the psychic captain of a prison transport ship and he’s a genetically enhanced soldier who once fought against the military she serves. The chips are pretty much stacked against them. But when disaster strikes her ship, The Tempest, they learn how far they’d for each other.

 

Subservience

Universal Defiance, Book Five
Harlow is a Subservient, created to serve the military’s needs. Even though her kind’s been freed and she’s managed to become a military captain, she still struggles with relating to humans, many of whom hate or fear her. So when a hot new navigator comes aboard her ship and she can’t stop imagining him naked above her, she has no idea how to handle the pleasurable distraction.
Parker is a genetically engineered soldier, modified to be the strongest, brightest and fastest. But not even he is strong enough to fight the pull between him and his new captain.
As their attraction grows and the affair deepens, they have to work together to stop a political coup. If they fail, Harlow will lose the ship she loves. Parker doesn’t know if she’s capable of sharing his feelings, but he’s willing to risk it all to protect her.


A Romantica® sci-fi erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

 

If you’d like to read more you can find an excerpt on my website or on the Ellora’s Cave website:

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Being from a rather nomadic family, Chandra Ryan loves to travel and meet people. But she’s found that sometimes, like when you’re stuck inside because of a good old-fashioned Southwestern heat wave, you have to make do. Fortunately for her and her loving family, who don’t like seeing her suffer from cabin fever, she’s found creating new people and places equally as fascinating. Also, you’re a lot less likely to spill your ice tea.

 

Website: www.ChandraRyan.com

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Between the Covers - Power of Enticement

Today's Between the Covers is an excerpt from my book.

Here is a excerpt from Power of Enticement (Blackstone Haven, Book # 3). Enjoy.

He stroked his finger down one high cheekbone to the corner of her full lips but stopped before touching them. He wanted to but he resisted, knowing he’d need his head about him when dealing with a woman who had changed his world in moments with her appearance. He moved his hand to the end of her ponytail, which rested over her shoulder and curled to just below her waist. He fingered the edges of her hair rubbing his hands over the hair tie he’d put on. Grayson looked down at what he was doing. She placed her hand over his, running her finger along the knuckle of his thumb.

“Getting to know, huh?” Grayson leaned closer. “Are you a cuddler?”

Savage lifted an eyebrow at her question. “That’s something you will find out…eventually.” He released her braid then gestured to her cup. “Now drink your tea while you tell me where you heard about shadow mates.”

Grayson picked up her cup, blew on the tea then took a sip before she answered. “I get around.”

“Grayson.”

“Ohhh…how you say my name gives me chills.” Grayson batted her eyelashes. “Say it again but make your voice deeper like so… Grayson.”

“You are going to be a handful.” Savage fought not to laugh. “Stop avoiding and tell me what you know about shadow mate.”

“I’m going to be much more than a handful.” Grayson took another sip of her tea then glanced at him. “Now for what you want to know. When I left here after Peyton fought with the death that stalks us”—she leaned her head to the side—“I assume you know about the family legend and so on?”

“Yes. Wesley and Ian filled us in on the basics,” he said. Wesley was mate to Peyton and Ian to Sinai, two of Grayson’s sisters. “You will fill me in on what I need to know later.” Savage paused then narrowed his eyes. “You think you’re going to be taken next by this demon?”

Copyright © Taige Crenshaw, 2014.
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Teasers - Strength

We acquire the strength we have overcome.~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Ink Motions with Tanith Davenport

Welcome to Tanith Davenport

I have been writing for ten years and first got into erotic romance through the Romantic Novelists' Association New Writer's Scheme; they critiqued my debut novel "The Hand He Dealt", which was published in June 2011 and was nominated for the Joan Hessayon Award.

I live in Yorkshire with my husband and two extremely bratty tuxedo cats. When I'm not writing I spend my time watching horror movies, listening to rock music, travelling to new places and trying out new restaurants.

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Interview:

How do you get an idea for your novel?

Absolutely anything can suggest a plot, although I admit to the old cliché of it coming to me in a dream quite a lot. I dream very vividly and as a result a lot of my stories have their basis in one dream or another.

What is your writing style? Do you just sit down and write or do you create character sketches, outlines, or notes?

I’m a planner – if I don’t know what’s coming next I’ll just stare at the screen all day. I make notes for each section the night before I write it and then develop it from there.

Who is the "Writing Muse" in your life? I.E. who gets your juices flowing when you are blocked?

Music, generally – not any one particular artist. I often find rock music to be inspiring, but my song choices can be remarkably random.

How many novels have you written including all work in progresses you are currently working on?

I have three novels, one novella and four shorts published, and am currently working on two more novellas and a short which I hope to be the first part of a series. My most recent novel Photograph is currently on pre-order from Totally Bound.

Who is your "writing idol"? I.E. Who do you like and what is it about their writing that captures your soul?

It’s hard to pick just one person. I’m a great fan of Lauren Oliver – she always manages to bring out emotions in her writing – but also Jane Austen, who I will never tire of.

What is your favorite plot line type?

As an erotic romance writer I obviously enjoy romantic plotlines, but specifically I like ones in which a strong woman meets her match in a strong man. I can’t stand excessively ditzy heroines.

Is there any advice you can offer to anyone who would like to write?

Finish the book! I meet so many people who have started writing something and get discouraged before the end. Once you’ve finished one, you know you can write another – it’s the biggest hurdle to overcome.

What is a good villain?

One who is three-dimensional – people who are pointlessly nasty are difficult to believe in. I got a lot of good feedback for the character Reed in I Heard Your Voice, an arrogant celebrity medium (based on no-one in particular, I hasten to add) who was capable of being very charismatic but also very cruel.

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She wanted him. Her sister married him.

Tara Thornton hasn’t spoken to her sister in two years, ever since Azure married the man of Tara’s dreams. Tired of the rift, Azure invites her to take a Mediterranean cruise on a friend’s yacht and, bowing to family pressure, Tara accepts.

Forced to be in close proximity with the man she still desires, Tara is thrown into confusion. The presence of celebrity theme park owner Liam Wilder and the reality of his marriage to Azure sends Tara into a tailspin and, in an attempt to regain control, she responds to the advances of hot fellow guest Ryan Hyde, while determined to feel no affection for him.

But Ryan has a way of getting under her skin, and Tara’s plan to get closer to Liam is rapidly losing its importance as Ryan begins to break down her defences. Can she let go of Liam, let Ryan into her heart… and tell Azure the real reason for her silence?

Excerpt:

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It wasn’t going to be fine. It was going to be hell.

She had been standing in front of the bedroom window for fifteen minutes, staring out over the grounds, unable to drag herself away. Usually the sight of the swaying trees, the flower beds dotted about the lawn, calmed her. Not today. It was physically impossible for her to relax.
Everything around her drove her crazy. The carpet made her feet itch. The ceiling fan’s gentle whomp seemed twice as loud as usual. She had tried lying on the four-poster bed and had found herself obsessively picking threads in the curtains. Nothing could settle her.
“You’re panicking, aren’t you?”
Liam’s voice behind her brought her back to her senses.
Azure turned to see her husband closing the door behind him.
Click.
“I know I’m being silly.”
Liam shook his head, crossing the room towards her as he spoke, “You’re not. But I think you need something to draw your attention away… Right?” On that last word he cocked his head to one side, a wicked glint in his eye.
Azure felt a slow smile kink her lips as she recognised his mood.
Something to draw her attention, indeed.
“Is this something I should be naked for, maybe?”
Liam arched an eyebrow. “I think that might help.”
Holding his gaze, Azure slowly lifted the edge of her top up and over her face. She deliberately took her time, keeping her hands above her head for as long as possible, letting him absorb the view.
When she finally threw the garment on the floor, Liam had taken a step closer, the smile gone from his face to be replaced by a flush of desire.
There was something about him when he was in this mood. His blue eyes would glow, his cheekbones seeming to sharpen, his muscles taut with lust. His curly blond hair was even messier than usual—he liked to run his hands through it when he was thinking. Even though he was wearing most of a suit—shirt and trousers, no tie and for some reason, no shoes or socks—he gave the impression of an attractive, yet nutty professor.
And he was looking at her as though he wanted to ravish her.
She was barefoot—her jeans met no resistance as they fell to the floor. Azure paused in front of him, dressed in nothing but a lacy blue bra and knickers, and twirled on the spot.
“It’s new. Do you like it?”
Liam’s voice was low. “Oh, I like it.”
The roughness in his voice made her gut clench. Azure unfastened her bra and threw it across the room where it landed to land on the mirror. The air in the room was cool on her skin—her nipples tightened under Liam’s gaze.
“You’re beautiful.” The words were scarcely above a whisper, and yet they sent a thrill to Azure’s heart.
Turning away from him, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her knickers. He always liked to see her bottom—she liked to show it off. She lowered the silk underwear, bending as she did so, feeling a deep flush colour her skin as her pussy was exposed to him.
God, she was wet already.
As she turned back to face him, kicking her knickers aside, the look in his eyes was almost feral. She moved to stand in front of him then dropped to her knees, before reaching up to unfasten the button on his trousers.
I love doing this. I love it.
The musky scent of him, the anticipated taste and the sense of power were going to her head. She shifted on her knees as her desire sent a jolt of pleasure to her core.

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Between the Covers - Dark Callings

Today's Between the Covers is an excerpt from my book.

Here is a excerpt from Dark Callings (Phoenix Intelligence Agency, Book # 3). Enjoy.


"Only to you. We all trust you, Lennox." Harmony's tone was gentle.

"Then you all are fools," he said coolly.

"Don't get snappish at me." Harmony's reply was mild.

"I did no such thing."

"You didn't raise your voice, but I know the levels of that cool tone you use on people-”the one that clearly gives away your moods. That was a snap. Don't do it again." There was a clear warning in her voice.

Lennox frowned. That she knew him so well surprised and ticked him off. He didn't appreciate Harmony being so insightful.

Copyright © Taige Crenshaw, 2013.
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Teasers - Doing

Ability is what you're capable of doing. Motivation determines what you do. Attitude determines how well you do it.~ Lou Holtz

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Between the Covers - Linc

Today's Between the Covers is an excerpt from my book.

Here is a excerpt from Linc (Kemet Uncovered, Book # 3) a book I co-authored Aliyah Burke. Enjoy.

Her mouth moved, those full, kissable lips forming words. Words he wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to. He blinked and said, “If you have a moment, could I have a word, please?”

Was that nervousness in her gaze?

“Of course, Mr Dixon.”

His cock hardened even more. “Excellent. My office is over there.”

He led the way, knowing that if he didn’t he would be touching her. They were halted by another parent and a smile curved his lips as he watched Danny kiss his mom and leave with the other boy and his dad. He held the door to his office open and didn’t move as she brushed by him. Linc knew she felt the reaction between them, for she couldn’t hide her sharp intake of breath.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. His nails dug into his palms, leaving behind crescent moons in the skin. After she’d passed he shut the door, the click echoing through the small room, highlighting the fact that they were alone.

He prowled around the back of the chair she perched upon and sat behind his desk, grateful his erection was now hidden from her view. She watched him with wary eyes, although he wondered if her attraction to him wasn’t all that she was worried about.

“What can I do for you, Mr Dixon?” she asked flicking a piece of imaginary lint from her jeans.

Oh, baby, if you only knew.

Ignoring the ever-increasing pressure in his pants, he laced his fingers and rested his hands on the desk.

“Your son, Daniel—”

“Danny,” she interrupted.

He arched a brow at that interjection. “Danny,” he amended. “I would like to offer him a new position on the team.”

She narrowed her eyes, exposing him to the protective mama bear within. “What?”

“I think he’d be even more explosive as a forward rather than a defenceman. A right wing, to be exact.”

She seemed to mull that over for a moment. Lifting her chin, she met his gaze head on. “Why didn’t you just change him over?”

“I don’t want to get between a mother and her son.” He watched her absorb his words. Her gaze moved around the room. “How long have you been on your own?”

Chaya snapped like an iron rod had been injected in place of her spine and her gaze glittered as she glared down her pert nose at him.

“That, Mr Dix—”

“Linc. My name is Linc.”

She pursed her lips. “Mr Dixon, my personal life has zero to do with my son’s position on this hockey team.”

“No, it doesn’t. And again, the name is Linc. I’m just curious.”

“Not pertinent,” she snapped her voice coated in permafrost.

Unintimidated, he rose and moved to stand before her. She lifted her head as she ran her gaze up over his already-hard form. He wanted to crow at the obvious desire glistening in her large eyes. She was as aroused as he was.

He lowered his face parallel to hers, dropped his sight to her full lips, shiny from her moist tongue, and back up again.

“How long, Chaya?” he intoned, allowing his power to leech into his tone, quelling the remaining objections in her mind. “How long since you’ve allowed a man to satisfy your needs?”

Copyright © Taige Crenshaw and Aliyah Burke, 2012.
All Rights Reserved, Total E Bound.

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That Should be on a T-Shirt Contest – Winners

Posting a little later than planned. Thanks for all the entries.

That Should be on a T-shirt Contest is now closed.

The winners for this contest is:

Grand Prize Winner - Maro
Second Place Winner - Janey
Third Place Winner - Skye

Congrats on winning!! All winners have already been notified. After the release of Driscoll's book in the Singleton series the prizes will be mailed.

Thank you!
Taige