Talk Dirty to Topaz

For some reason my books over at Aspen Mountain Press don't get enough exposure. These are some of my favorites. Today I'm going to give you a little taste of Talk Dirty to Topaz.

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Blurb:

Interior Designer Teagan Topaz doesn’t believe in love, after finding her fiancé in bed doing the nasty with another woman. Nine long months later Teagan finds herself sexually frustrated, due to a recent surge of explicit sex phone calls on her business line. Frank Black needs Teagan’s expertise to put the finishing touches on a room in his house, but he fantasizes about tying her up and ravishing her. Will Teagan be able to resist the designs Frank has for her?

Excerpt:

Holy shit!
Teagan couldn’t remember ever experiencing such intensity before. Stars flashed before her eyes as Frank drove her over the edge, tumbling to ecstasy.
Both feet back on the floor, Teagan rested her head on his shoulder, allowing herself time to catch her breath and time to wonder what the fuck she was thinking.
Yes, it was a mind-blowing experience, but she wasn’t the type to let her inhibitions go and succumb to a man she just met. But she had to admit, Frank Black wasn’t just any man. There was something about him, something that made Teagan want to stay and learn more about him. She wanted to figure out what this attraction was she felt. There was attraction; a deep one that scared the shit out of her.
She hadn’t felt this way since Tim and her instincts were dead wrong about him. She didn’t want to make the same mistakes trusting another man. Maybe it was the phone calls. They had her sexually frustrated and needing release. Maybe she was confusing the need for sex with attraction. But damn, Frank did know how to please her.
Teagan felt empty as Frank stepped back, but her emptiness didn’t last long. He wrapped her in his arms, planting gentle kisses on her face.
“You’re an amazingly beautiful woman, Teagan Topaz.”
She blushed, unused to so many compliments.
“I could make love to you all night long.”
Teagan’s stomach grumbled before she had a chance to respond.
“But first, I must feed you.”
She laughed nervously.
“You’ll need energy for what I have in store for you.”
“What about Susan?” Teagan asked. As exciting as the prospect sounded, his sister lived in his house and would be returning home eventually.
“We’ll worry about that after dinner.”
Frank helped Teagan put her clothes back in order, and then kissed the tip of her nose. “I’d rather have dessert first…”

A new slurp of FALLING FAST, excerpt #3

Another tasty bite of FALLING FAST, out now at www.resplendencepublishing.com !

SUMMARY: Rodeo Manager Kade Stapleton wants to hire PR consultant Shana Carpenter to help him build up his rodeo—and fire up his nights. But can Shana do both with a clear conscience?

EXCERPT:

Shana wanted this job for more than one good reason. She stepped around the rickety desk to face him. Lifting her face to his, she admired his mouth and eyes, both with stress lines she wanted to eradicate. “ I’ll make your new job so secure that no one will ever mess with you again. You’ll become the most prosperous, most famous rodeo executive in Texas.”

Stepping near her, he wrapped his huge, warm hands around her upper arms. The electrical current between them buzzed and hummed, uniting them like magnets. “Are you sure the heat wave hasn’t fried your brain?”

“No, Kade. It hasn’t. What’s wrong with my plan? Rodeoing is a great business. Growing, too, since the sports’ cable channels show the competitions.”

“True. But your price is so low, I’ll be taking unfair advantage of you.”

Like I did of you. She stared at him, shocked at the force of her need to make her nighttime fantasy real. “Say you want me.”

He threw back his head and whistled. “Miz Carpenter. Shana,” he crooned in his darling bass and made her pussy pulse with wet demand, “how will your boss take it that you’re doing us such a favor?”

“Jeff won’t like the idea.” In fact, he’ll hate it, jealous as he is of anything in pants that comes near me. “But I want this.” I want you. “And I do live my own life.” I haven’t accepted his marriage proposal yet.

Kade Stapleton looked at her. Every feature. Every contour. And she felt caressed and consumed by him.

Beneath his breath, he cursed. “I’m crazy to even consider this.” He hauled her flush against his chest. And through the thin cotton of her tank top, she felt the overpowering strength of his body and the lure of his easy charm. “We need to shake on this deal.”

The urge to throw her arms around his neck was the most powerful impulse she’d had in years. And when she gave into it and felt him crush her closer, she knew she’d made the right decision.

“What if I don’t want to shake?” She grinned up into his gorgeous eyes, impatient to celebrate her victory.

He examined her as if he were going to have her for dinner. “What if I don’t want to talk?”

“What if,” her lips strayed over his, open and taking in his minty scent, “I’d agree?”

His fingers dug in to her waist and drifted lower to cup her ass. “I’d rather kiss you.”

“I’d rather you hurried.”

“Oh, lady,” he whispered as his mouth seized hers. His claim of her was nothing like she’d ever imagined him to be. He wasn’t gentle but was fierce as he swept his tongue around the inside of her mouth and ground her closer.

She could hardly breathe. She tore away, and her head fell back. “Is this lunch?”

Against her throat, he chuckled. “If you say so.”

“What’ll your assistant say?”

He whirled with her in his arms, her legs up around his waist now, as he took two steps to the door and twirled the lock.

“She’ll say nothing, darlin’.” He eyed her swollen mouth, and her disheveled hair. “What’re you gonna say if I tell you I want you here, now, on my desk?”

“I’ll say you better have me quickly, because I’m coming soon. I want you to come with me.” She barely made a sound as she added, “Come inside me.”

He growled and stepped to his desk. With one sweep of his arm, he sent things scattering across the top and dropping to the floor. Then, he laid her back as if she were made of new-spun glass. “You sure about this, Shana?”

She let each of her high heels thud to the floor then reached for the top button of his soft denim shirt. “Let me show you how sure I am.”

He bent, and she worked at the other buttons while one of his big hands cupped one of her breasts. “I want to see these. Taste them.” His green eyes shot to hers. “Look at me. Tell me if I go too fast and gobble you up? I don’t want to scare you.” He cupped her chin. “I scare myself I want you that badly.”

She trembled. “I’m terrified, but not of you and this.” She grasped his silver belt buckle then paused to cup his erection.

His eyes darkened with to an emerald joy. “Well, then, we better get you naked, darlin’, because I’m going to enjoy loving you long and hard.”

She scooted to a partially sitting position and, in a flash, reached down to strip herself of the top and undo her bra.

But his hands covered hers. “For me to do.”

Reverent in his care, he pushed her hands away from the cups of her bra, where her breasts overflowed the edge of the lace.

“Let me see these,” he whispered and reached inside the frilly fabric to lift out her breasts. Lurid, they spilled out. “Beautiful little apples,” he growled and brushed one nipple so that they both heard the zing of electricity caused by his touch. “I have to have a bite.”

Copyright 2010 Cerise DeLand All rights reserved.
FALLING FAST by Cerise DeLand
Resplendence Publishing
Feb. 23, 2010
www.resplendencepublishing.com

Rodeo man, anyone? FALLING FAST out Feb. 23

My newest cherry, FALLING FAST, comes out Tuesday!
Rodeo Manager Kade Stapleton wants to hire PR consultant Shana Carpenter to help him build up his rodeo—and fire up his nights. But can Shana do both with a clear conscience?
FALLING FAST by Cerise DeLand
Resplendence Publishing debuts Feb. 23, 2010 at www.resplendencepublishing.com

HAVE A NIBBLE OF MY NEW CHERRY!
EXCERPT:
If Shana Carpenter had forgotten Kade Stapleton was eye candy, it was definitely because she’d feared for weeks now that he’d realize who she really was when they met this morning. That he’d call her callous and unethical, throw her out of his office, and slam the door to any apology she might make for how she’d ruined him.
But here he stood. Cool and business-like, he blinked at the sight of her, seeming more stunned at her appearance than angry. Good. Great, in fact.
She’d dressed for success, and if he were eating her alive with his heavy-lidded, lime-green gaze then she rivaled him for ravenous.
What a man. Every inch a hard-muscular dream machine, Kade stood maybe ten inches taller than she. He’d bulked up since last she’d seen him four years ago in the ring. Sculpted and golden, the former rodeo star stared down at her, and damn, did he make her mouth water. He even smelled good. Spicy and musky.
She’d never gotten as close to him as this—except in her dreams. Recently, they’d begun to come with stunning frequency.
But here he was, striding toward her. Meeting her for the first time. Her heart picked up a beat at the sight of his rolling gait, his lean hips, the broad-as-a-barn shoulders he’d honed from working in the saddle ten hours every day—every day, until four years ago, when he’d quit. All because of her.
She winced, fearing he might know that Shana Carpenter was really S.J. Carpenter, the reporter who’d killed his career, but he smiled at her pleasantly. In one mad rush, all Shana’s nighttime fantasies of being adored by the champion bronc buster fired up like a giant heat wave.
Better yet, her pussy gushed with warm cream at his welcome, and she beamed at him, knowing she’d been right not to wear any panties today. To feel free. Free of the past.
“How do you do, Mr. Stapleton?” She gave him her neon smile, plunked her briefcase on the floor and put out her hand.
“Hello, Miz Carpenter,” he crooned in a Texas drawl that rumbled all the way down her body to tease her swollen little clit. “Nice of you to travel all this way to meet with me,” he murmured as he took a long gander into her eyes, and she hoped he saw that she admired his looks. He grasped her hand, and a sizzle sparked between them that jarred them both.
“Wow! Sorry!” he exclaimed and grabbed hold of her forearm with his other big hand.
“It’s okay,” she told him, but she lied. The static was similar to the one that traveled between them every time he touched her. In her dreams.
“This old building,” he said and shook his head ruefully. “It began life as a trailer. Never was very well grounded.”
“Ah, I see,” she declared, unsteady on her feet due to the jolt and wanting to tell him that maybe this current between them was more than her wish-fulfillment.
Reaching out with two hands, he steadied her with a mighty grip that made her wish she could strip off her linen suit. Better yet, he could strip it off. Like he strips me down in my bed each night as I toss and turn, making love to him and making up to him for how I ruined him.
He threw her a polite grin now that made her yearn to taste his lips. Come kiss me with that rugged mouth. Growl how you missed me and need to be inside me.
But instead, he seemed to fight not to glance down her body. Most men, she knew from years of experience, liked her figure. Lithe and long–legged, she had a toned ass and pert breasts men drooled to have, but only a few had. How I’d love to give them to you, Kade.
He nodded toward the chair opposite his desk. “Have a seat, Miz Carpenter.”
Shana stepped backward, said thank you and sat down like the top-notch PR consultant she truly was. This was an interview for her firm to do a promotion for his rodeo, not an opportunity to seduce him. But I’m dying to reach out and lick your skin there at the hollow of your throat.
“Ah, well, let’s begin,” he offered in a hoarse voice as if he had forgotten why she was here. “Hot in here, I know.” He cleared his throat. “Sorry the air conditioner is broken. Again.” He grinned, fast and tight, his generous mouth making her hungry for a nibble of his lips. “Can I offer you a drink?”
That and anything else you want to give me. Like you do at night, when you climb into bed and hover over me with your thick shaft already hard and ready to take me.
She vibrated with desire, pushing away her urge to leap up and peel away his pale denim shirt and low-slung jeans. Then she’d see if his chest was as broad as she thought and if his cock was as long as she’d dreamed.
“Miz Carpenter?” He called her from her reverie. “Drink?”
“Ah. Yes, thank you, I will.” She settled herself back into the rickety folding chair, crossed one leg over the other and smoothed her suit’s skirt to her knee. Her pussy needed petting, that was for sure, but she couldn’t say, “hey, pardon me while I show you how pink and demanding my little cat is,” could she?
Copyright 2010 Cerise DeLand All rights reserved.
http://cerisedeland.blogspot.com

A nibble of my new cherry, AT HER SERVICE out Nov. 30

Introducing my medieval romantica, AT HER SERVICE from www.total-e-bound.com , I am delighted to offer you a nibble of my newest cherry! Here, a lovely childless countess must bear an heir—or lose her lands, her honor—and her life. The man sent to sire a child with her is none other than the one who grew up fostered in her father’s castle as a boy—and the man Elise has yearned for lo, all the lonely years since he left.
A taste of AT HER SERVICE!
Circling up, up, up the winding tower that was the back entrance to their private rooms, she heard no one behind her. She breathed deeply in relief for that. Simon would not dare to come to them in full view of Alphonse’s retainers and servants. Simon might be under her husband’s thrall, but he would not leave the hall after her and, thus, make the servants aware of what his mission was.
She pushed open her husband’s bedroom door. It creaked, an eerie sound that sent shivers up her spine. But the warmth of the hearth fire, always blazing in the winter’s snow, rushed out to bathe her face and welcome her inside.
“Close the door, Elise.”
At the distinctive husky tone she could still identify after all these lonely years, she paused with one foot upon the threshold. She watched in amazement as Simon unfolded himself from the chair nearest the door and stood to his ungodly height. Anger flooded her at Simon’s impertinence of speaking to her before her husband bid her enter. Her gaze shot to Alphonse who lay beneath a pile of woollens and silks, snoring, his thin face grey, his mouth lax, his once manly frame reduced to a skinny child’s.
Simon took a step forward and extended his hand to the chair opposite his. “Come.” His rough bass voice flowed across the expanse of the chamber like thick molasses over her senses, her body warming to his sensuous tone. Simon’s merest words could entangle and enslave her.
Against his allure , she braced her spine. “How did you get in?”
Mere feet away, she noted how his silver eyes shown like the hard coin he would take for his service to her. “Your husband gave the order to his steward.”
“He should have told me, asked me,” she objected without regard to wake her husband, clenching her fists in fear at Cleve’s knowledge. Her voice bore her outrage that she could not countermand the great earl of Atherton, even as he lay dying in his bed.
Simon strolled forward, his head high, his expression earnest and pleading. Beneath his breath, he spoke to her alone. “The steward put me in the room below.” He nodded towards her alcove and the private winding stairs down to his tiny room. “We must talk.”
“No.” What good was talk? She was chained to Alphonse’s bargain and bound up in a torment wanting Simon de la Poer but knowing she should not have him. Yet she would take him to her to please Alphonse. Aye, and in the taking, she would also surely please herself. She snorted, stepped fully into the cosy apartment and shut the door to the world below.
“You need to know—”
“I want to know nothing.”
“That,” he whispered as he stepped close to her and threaded his long, supple fingers under her wimple up into the coil of her hair, “is a lie.”
She flinched backwards, wrenching to escape his reach. “You must do as I say. Agree or this will not happen at all.”
(Copyright 2009, Cerise DeLand)
Come to my blog for more nibbles of AT HER SERVICE: http://cerisedeland.blogspot.com
THANKS TO EACH OF YOU FOR YOUR WELL-WISHES AS I RECOVER FROM MY BROKEN WING!

Shameless Self Promo Day 2

I know I should be writing a blog about writing, but I'm on a shameless self promotion week. Today I'm sharing a tidbit from Mistletoe Studs. With the holidays just around the corner (ack!) I'm not a winter person, though I live in the northeast, this story will warm you up on a cold winter's night!

Blurb:

Meg Trainor has one wish for Christmas every year: Two men who will fulfill all her fantasies.

Santa's in a giving mood this year.

Brothers and co-owners of Turquoise Toys, Brad and Shane Griffin will give her a Christmas she'll never forget.

Excerpt:

Meg couldn’t believe her eyes. These were not the toys she had imagined. She thought he was talking about children’s toys. These were not intended for children. These were adult toys in every sense of the word. There were floggers, paddles, butt plugs, ball gags, straps with dildos attached and handcuffs—all Turquoise, explaining the name. Meg wasn’t naive about the BDSM world. When she realized her desire to submit she wanted to know the who, what, where and why. She read everything she could about the subject. She knew enough about it to understand.

She’d even bought a few toys to experiment with. Like the ping pong paddle she’d purchased when she was curious to know what it felt like to be spanked. It wasn’t something she did regularly but when she was in the mood for a good orgasm she’d slap her cheeks a few times before using her favorite vibrator. She never had dated a man who was actually part of that world.

Brad was gay so he wouldn’t be offering. What a shame because she could see them having fun together!

Could he be carrying a bagful of goodies? Maybe Santa was going to be extra special to her this year. Please Santa I’ve been a good girl all year long. Please tell me you sent Brad with something extra special for my stocking this year.

Halfway though the job, Meg decided it was time to go back to her stranger. He’d been out there long enough. By now, he knew she was aware of his secret.

Turning she ran smack into his broad chest again. “We really need to stop meeting like this.”

Clearing her throat, she took a step back only to come against the copier. “I was just coming out to see you.”

He stepped closer, closing the small gap between them. “How are you doing?” His voice dripped with desire.

“Fantastic. Your copies are just about done.”

Damn she wished he’d step back. He was much too close. He turned her on.

“Are you sure?” He traced his finger along her cheek.

She gulped, her body overheating.

He bent closer, taking her lips. He kissed her slowly. She melted against him; her arms snaked around his neck. He touched her breast, causing a moan to escape her lips. His bulge brushed against her. He wanted her.

While he kissed her, his fingers unzipped the back of her dress then unsnapped her bra. He pushed the garments down around her waist, exposing her breasts.

His mouth covered her nipple, sucking until it puckered. God his mouth felt good. How long had it been since a man had his mouth on her? Too long. Lisa was right; she needed to get laid, but not by Kenny.

When Brad moved to the other breast she thought for sure she was going to crumble to the floor. Her hands gripped the edges of the copier to steady herself.

“I’m going to f*ck you Meg, right now.