An Exclusive Plotmonkey Excerpt!!
I am typing this carefully & slowly as I hurt myself pretty badly while moving this weekend–two reasons I’ve been so quiet! (Tore a tendon in one hand, screwed up my wrist in the other. I’m basically a handless mess.)
Fortunately I don’t have to type a lot tonight as I’ve been planning to post a super exclusive excerpt of my new book, SHE’S NO ANGEL, which is showing up in stores NOW!!!
Carly and I both have books coming out this week and we are both really hoping all of you will help us out with those incredibly critical 1st weeks of sales. So watch for my book, SHE’S NO ANGEL, and Carly’s CROSS MY HEART.
A couple of things about SHE’S NO ANGEL. First, do you know about Romance Designs “A Week Of Romance”? Another exclusive excerpt will be starting there tomorrow–so be sure to sign up!
And second, I am hosting a special contest for anyone who buys & reads the book in the next two weeks. Details are on the “Contest” page of my website.
Now, below is the trailer for SHE’S NO ANGEL which I did myself. I like it…hope you do too. And once you finish it, hope you enjoy reading the exclusive, nowhere-else on the web excerpt!!
Finally, once you’re finished that please feel free to make this pathetically injured author’s day and order a copy of the book from www.amazon.com and of course, order Carly’s book at the same time!
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The story:
Cold Case cop Mike Taylor has recently met super-sexy writer Jen Feeney. She’s just arrived at his grandfather’s house for a dinner party, accompanied by her maniacal elderly aunts.
“Hello,” she murmured as he slowly descended, left with no alternative now that he’d been spotted.
“Hi.” Staring toward the living room where the giddy voices of the ladies could be heard above Mortimer’s low chuckles, he shook his head. “Those are your aunts, huh?”
She nodded. “In all their glory. Ida Mae’s crocodile smiles yesterday? All about tonight’s invitation.”
She seemed to be trying to make sure he hadn’t bought the old woman’s act. She needn’t have bothered. Once he’d discovered who her aunts really were, he’d remembered every wicked thing his brother and grandfather had said about them.
He wondered if she knew what had happened between them and Mortimer last year. Probably not. She wouldn’t have come here tonight if she knew they were being entertained by her aunts’ former kidnapping victim. “How’d they get you to agree to come?”
“Quid pro quo, Clarice,” she said in a throaty imitation of Hannibal Lechter.
Damn, she’d already started tugging that smile out of him and she’d only been here five minutes.
“Just, you know, reminding you that I’m certifiable.”
“Sorry about that,” he mumbled, meaning it.
She acknowledged his apology with a slight nod. “They wanted to come so badly they were willing to agree to at least look over the brochures I brought.”
He raised a skeptical brow. “You do know they’ll be in the incinerator thirty seconds after they get home tonight.”
With a confident grin, she said, “Yep. Which is why I made them do it before we came. We actually had a fairly civil conversation about it and I convinced them I’m not going to lock them in a prison or sell them to a brothel.”
Mumbling, “They’d probably like the brothel,” under his breath, he cast a slow, leisurely look over Jen. She had her shiny brown hair up in a twist that looked complicated as hell. But he knew it would be down around her face within two seconds if he slipped his hands into it.
The halter dress that had merely been sexy from above was downright wicked close up. Tight enough to stop his breath. Low enough to stop his heart. Short enough to start everything else. Especially the uniquely male everythings.
“You look beautiful,” he muttered, unable to help it.
Her eyes widened in surprise. He understood the reaction…Mike wasn’t the type to throw compliments at women. Since he suspected Jen already knew him as well as he knew her, she had to have realized that.
“You look good, too,” she admitted, staring at the open neck of his dress shirt, then dropping her gaze down his body. She didn’t try to disguise her interest. Just as she hadn’t tried to disguise it yesterday at the lake. “Very good. I like you in jeans, but you do some fine things for a pair of pricy trousers.”
She was forthright and honest. Tough and funny. And so far out of his league they weren’t even playing the same sport.
His grandfather and brothers were right. He liked his women easy…not easy in terms of how fast they’d spread their legs, but easy in personality. Someone who would de-stress him at the end of a tough day. Not challenging. Not threatening. And yeah, okay, maybe a little bit in need.
Jen was so obviously the opposite of those things, he had no idea why she’d gotten so far under his skin. He only knew he needed to pluck her out and forget about her.
But she’s in danger.
Right. She might be. After reading some of her book, he understood why some low confidence guys who had no sense of humor and even less intelligence wouldn’t get the joke. So despite knowing he should get away from her, he needed to stay close. To make sure she let him stay close.
That, he was certain was the only reason he reached to cup her beautiful face in his hand brushed a soft kiss on her lips.
It was just his bad luck that she didn’t want soft, she wanted hard and deep.
She immediately collapsed into him, her arms twining around his neck and one slim thigh sliding between his. Unable to resist, Mike parted his lips, taking the deeper kiss she was offering, giving it back to her ten times over. Her mouth was sweet and hot and she met every thrust of his tongue, tilting her head to mate their lips together more perfectly.
He should stop. He was going to stop. Soon. Any second now.
But instead, he blazed forward, forgetting every reason she was all wrong for him. At this moment, she was completely right.
Dropping his hands to her waist, he tugged her even tighter against him. The hard tips of her breasts scraped his chest, the fabric of their clothes only heightening the intensity of it.
Mike brushed his fingers over the base of her spine, revealed by the low cut dress. Her satiny skin immediately cooled his hot hands, and he had to touch her even more, flattening a palm over the small of her back. As they continued making love with their mouths, thought disappeared, the old folks in the next room disappeared, the house disappeared. There was only heat and softness, exchanged breaths and tiny gasps.
The initial frenzy slowly gave way to a more sensual, sultry pace. Still licking into her mouth, tasting the edges of her teeth, feeling the softness of her tongue, he lowered his hand. Letting his fingers dip below the hem of the dress, he toyed with the lacy edge of her panties, almost groaning when he realized a lacy edge was all there was to them. She was wearing a thong and he’d lay big money that it was a red one.
God, how he wanted to find out. He was dying to push her back, through the half-open door into Mortimer’s shadowy office. With its big leather couch. Or the matching wingback chair. His cock was ready to rupture his zipper as he pictured her on that chair, her legs draped over each side, her dress hiked up to her waist. And him using his teeth to remove that tight, damp thong from the curly slit between her thighs.
“I hope this isn’t how he says hello to all his female guests,” said an unfamiliar–but amused–male voice, immediately banishing the sinful images from his mind.
He immediately yanked his hands off Jen’s gorgeous backside, but as he did so, he got one finger tangled in the elastic of her thong, accidentally yanking it.
“Oh, my God,” she whispered as they pulled their mouths apart to see a trio of people standing in the open doorway.
One of them–a young woman holding a baby–he recognized as Sabrina’s sister, Allie. On one side of her stood a pretty gray-haired lady, and on the other side a tall, lean, dark-haired guy. All four of them–including the kid–were watching the spectacle he and Jen were making. And all were grinning.
“I’m stuck,” he whispered as Jen tried to wriggle away from him, her face now turning as red as her dress.
“Yeah, I figured that out since I’m the one getting my ass flossed,” she hissed back. Her eyes wide, she began sucking big gulps of air in through her swollen, luscious lips.
Finally, with a toss of her curly hair, Allie broke the silence. “So, Mike, do you need some help getting your hand out of your friend’s underwear?”
Sigh…another great excerpt. Sounds delicious
Comment by Stacy ~ — June 25, 2007 @ 6:20 am
Oh WOW!
I am so excited about this book.
By the way Feeney is a family name. Cool!
Comment by jeannie — June 25, 2007 @ 7:54 am
Hope you feel better soon. I just got She’ s No Angel yesterday. I haven’t started on it yet though.
Comment by Stacy S — June 25, 2007 @ 8:34 am
:love2: I can’t wait to go find this book. It looks like another winner to me!
Hope you mend quickly.
Comment by Kelly F. — June 25, 2007 @ 8:55 am
Loved She’s No Angel Leslie!!! Mike and Jen are so hot together! I’m going to go buy a copy today. I got Cross My Heart over the weekend at Wal-Mart, but they didn’t have She’s No Angel out yet. Will go look at Target later today.
Comment by Liza — June 25, 2007 @ 9:04 am
Oh my Lord! I just read the delightful tastey morsel you gave us today.
“His teeth” huh? Hot kisses, fingers caught in thongs and red lace.
whoeeeee I am gonna love this book I can tell already.
Leslie hope you are in the new house and can rest now.
You poor thing. You must have taken a terrible fall.
Hugs and feel better. :love2:
PS. Did hubby model for the pic in your video????
Comment by jeannie — June 25, 2007 @ 9:34 am
Hi Leslie
I read She’s No Angel over the weekend
Hope you feel better soon
Comment by Cherylann — June 25, 2007 @ 9:57 am
Leslie: I hope you feel better…that excerpt is HOT!
Comment by katie — June 25, 2007 @ 9:58 am
Oh, Leslie, I’m so sorry you’re hurt! :cry: Maybe lots of TLC and Canoli will help!!
I’m stuck in the yard all day today and can’t get to town, but I’ll be at B&N when they open tomorrow to get both “She’s No Angel” and “Cross My Heart.”
Hope you’re not on a deadline so you can get lots of rest! Take care!!
Comment by Jodie — June 25, 2007 @ 10:12 am
I just ordered my copy of :kiss:SHE”S NO ANGEL:love2:
and it’s coming 2 day shipping so
I can take it with me on vacation.
I do want you to know that once at Amazon,
I spent a small fortune on books.
Comment by jeannie — June 25, 2007 @ 10:34 am
…PS. Did hubby model for the pic in your video????
Comment by jeannie
In my dreams. Jeannie you kill me. Anybody know how to clean coffee off of a computer screen?
Comment by Bruce — June 25, 2007 @ 10:46 am
Hope you feel better soon!!!
Comment by Carol R — June 25, 2007 @ 11:17 am
Just ordered it!!
Can’t wait to read it!!
Sorry you hurt yourself moving, I’m sure that puts a damper on things, but I hope not too much afterall, you have a new door to celebrate
Comment by Tina Martinesi — June 25, 2007 @ 11:50 am
Oh my gosh Leslie, hope you’re better soon!
Loved the excerpt (and the trailer) and am off to B&N today - I can’t wait to read it!
Comment by Robin — June 25, 2007 @ 12:51 pm
Comment by darla — June 25, 2007 @ 12:55 pm
Wow Leslie thanks for brightening up my Monday morning.
I’m off to the bookstore at lunch.
Hope you feel better soon!!
Comment by Ardie — June 25, 2007 @ 1:14 pm
Leslie, I am so sorry you got hurt in the move. Take good care of yourself so you can heal. :love2:
Loved the video!
Bruce, just use window cleaner but it is better if the computer is off & cool!
Unless you have a newer computer that has some kind of special screen.
The excerpt from the book is a great teaser, I was going to buy the book anyway!!
Comment by Donna M — June 25, 2007 @ 1:25 pm
Hi Leslie:
Sorry to hear you got hurt during your move.
I always manage to do the same thing to myself. Hope you recover quickly. 
Take care………….Wayne
Comment by Wayne (aka Trybble) — June 25, 2007 @ 1:31 pm
Bruce: I am still trying to figure out how you got coffee on your computer screen….hopefully, you are taking good care of Leslie!
Comment by katie — June 25, 2007 @ 2:26 pm
Katie,
By spitting it out while laughing hysterically after reading Jeannie’s comment (not really, but it makes for a good visual).
Leslie’s feeling better today. She probably won’t be popping in here until this evening. She’s at the new house and I haven’t set up the computers and internet connections yet. We now own the house (Hurrah!) but we won’t be completely moved in until this weekend. That’s when we’ll start actually living and sleeping there (first a bed but no door, now a door but no bed…what are ya gonna do?). Leslie promised to give her hands a rest today so with her sister’s help she’s unpacking boxes and setting up the kitchen. Thanks for all the well wishes.
Comment by Bruce — June 25, 2007 @ 2:49 pm
Comment by katie — June 25, 2007 @ 3:10 pm
Katie: It’s just a matter of time.
It took my “Bad Boy” 40 years and he claims he’s still a work in progress.
Remember you deserve the very best!:love2:
Bruce: There is always that closet pole and handcuffs.
You’ll be protecting her hands. It sounds like a humanitarian
gesture to me.
OOps guess you need some more windex.
Comment by jeannie — June 25, 2007 @ 3:24 pm
Unfortunately I had to work today instead of being at the house where I really wanted to be, so there hasn’t been much opportunity for me to take care of her. But I’m getting ready to head home and I’ll do my best to catch up in the TLC department. Katie, that’s a nice idea but I’m afraid if I mention the words “Take Out” in front of the girls there will be an open revolt. That’s all we’ve had for several days. We’ll all be happy when we get to a point where we can cook again (at least for a little while). I have a backlog of meal requests…I see Chicken Marsala in Leslie’s future.
P.S. I wouldn’t know where to begin looking for the handcuffs at this point. I mean, if we had a pair.
Comment by Bruce — June 25, 2007 @ 5:09 pm
I remember when we built our house we were all so sick of take-out that I actually thought I might start cooking. That whole notion didn’t last long but Bruce’s comments brought back memories. You know it’s bad when the kids are screaming, “No more McDonald’s!!!”
Comment by Jodie — June 25, 2007 @ 5:47 pm
I got ALL kinds of books this weekend!!! She’s No Angel…Cross My Heart…and two of Stephanie Bond’s…yippee!!!! No kids in the house for another 10 days & hubby can fix his own dinner. The dog’s on his own. All I’m gonna do is read, read, read. Angel’s first!
Comment by Leslie — June 25, 2007 @ 6:52 pm
Leslie, So sorry about the situation with your “work equipment”, i.e., your hands. Hope you improve very quickly. Bruce, I don’t think a bed is a passion-killer; just locate lots of blankets….
Leslie, I did try to buy SNA at Borders Express today. I don’t understand it, but, was told its computer release date stated 7/7. In any event I’m stopping by again tomorrow, & if it isn’t available (on the 6/26 release date which Karen mentioned for her HQN), I’m buying both through amazon. Get well soon.
Patricia A.
Comment by Patricia — June 25, 2007 @ 7:18 pm
Geez, Bruce…..good for you cooking for them…..I only get that when it’s my birthday (okay, and then it’s crab cakes
)
Comment by katie — June 25, 2007 @ 8:03 pm
Leslie, Forgot to mention that the video is very cute, & I am so happy that you & Bruce will be in your own home in the very near future. What a long haul for both of you.
Patricia A.
Comment by Patricia — June 25, 2007 @ 8:39 pm
Katie - I hear ya! When hubby and I first started dating he made the comment that, on his night to cook he reserved the right to eat out. And he has stuck by it!! The only time he cooks anything is if it’s on the grill. When I had my wisdom teeth out he did fix me potato soup, but in 15 years that’s it!!
Comment by Jodie — June 25, 2007 @ 8:57 pm
Bruce cooking makes you very loveable too!
:love2:Hugs, Get better fast:love2:
Comment by jeannie — June 25, 2007 @ 8:59 pm
very hot.
Comment by kim h — June 25, 2007 @ 9:26 pm
So happy to hear about the house progress and so sad to hear about Leslie’s injuries! Glad you’re taking good care of her, Bruce! And nothing like having a sister around to help, too
And I won a copy of She’s No Angel to review for Alison’s site–I’m so nervous that I won’t be able to come up with any words to do it justice… eek! Off to finish reading!
Comment by Fedora — June 25, 2007 @ 9:37 pm
You can say that again Jodie. We went through the whole list of fast food and pizza places around here and the kids kept ruling out options. Tonight Les and the girls came home from the grocery store and announced we were having breakfast. The girls made pancakes, eggs, bacon, etc. A welcome change to be sure. I don’t want to make it sound like I do all the cooking, far from it. Leslie usually does the cooking and I handle special occasions. Emeril is my hero, he’s made me look good more times than I can count.
Patricia, blankets (or other suitable soft surfaces) have crossed my mind however, after all the moving and other work this weekend I’m afraid the only thing we can’t keep our hands off of is a bottle of Advil.
Leslie says to say hello and thanks for all your kind words and support. She’ll rejoin you when her splint isn’t hitting four or five keys at a time.
Comment by Bruce — June 25, 2007 @ 10:54 pm
lol Bruce I feel your pain… Hang in there pretty soon you will be settled and life will once again be normal (whatever that is
)
Our family loves breakfast for dinner:thumbsup2:, we usually do it at least once a month especially pancakes or omlettes, keep in mind it doesn’t matter what you eat as long as you get to eat together as a family!
Leslie hope you feel better soon!
Comment by Tina Martinesi — June 25, 2007 @ 11:18 pm
isn’t my hubby a sweete for watching th8s all day 4 me today?
Comment by Leslie — June 26, 2007 @ 9:37 pm