Posted by Lexxie Couper on Thursday, February 19th, 2015
Some of you who have been with me since the beginning will remember when I announced I had written a New Adult romance called Unconditional under the pen name Cherie M Hudson
Well, Unconditional has been reborn. I am so excited to announce that Momentum Books/Pan Macmillian released Unconditional last week and will also be releasing its follow-ups, Unforgettable and Undeniable. Yay!!
Why did I create a new pen name for writing New Adult? Because Unconditional, my very first New Adult romance (and the first book in the Always series) is not a Lexxie Couper book. Yes, there’s some spicy moments, but lust and desire do not drive the plot.
What drives the plot of Unconditional is determination, uncertainty and commitment. And while that probably sounds all very sombre and grey, trust me, Unconditional is really funny. And sad. And uplifting. And I’m so proud of it I can hardly express the words.
“I absolutely loved this heartwarming story” ~ FIVE STARS Tabatha (Goodreads reviewer)
She has a future she can’t escape. He refuses to let her face it alone.
Twenty-one. The age when adult life begins. In my case, it’s the age I learned my future sucked, big time, and there was nothing I could do about it. Every minute of every day I face the fact my life is only going to get worse. Why? Because I have early-onset Parkinson’s disease. I’m not going to let it get me down, but I also can’t let anyone close. That’s not fair to them, or to me. Trust me. So that means my heart and my soul are off-limits.
But then I traveled to Australia on a college scholarship program and life royally screwed me over. Again.
Raphael Jones is an arrogant Australian celebrity, the hottest guy on campus and a pain in my ass. Worst of all, he makes me ache for a life I’ll never be able to have. Especially when he takes me in his arms and does wicked things to my body.
How do I have a hope of surviving ten weeks in Australia when it’s not just the paparazzi who have me in their sights, but Raph as well? Because Raphael Jones is a man who always gets what he wants. And no matter what I say or do, he refuses to accept what I so painfully know: a life and future with me is no life at all.
UNCONDITIONAL is available now from Momentum Books, Amazon, Barnes and Noble and iTunes
“Maci, Maci, Maci.” Heather clamped her hand around my wrist, bringing me to a halt. “Look who’s just arrived. Your knight in shining armor.”
Frowning at my Australian BFF, I tried to tug my wrist free. “My what?”
She threw a nod over my shoulder.
Twisting to see who she was talking about, a strange sensation telling me I already knew, I bit back a curse.
Raph Jones was descending the stairs to the main party area dressed only in a pair of black satin boxer shorts and a loose black satin robe left open, both of which revealed a body that made Chris Hemsworth’s look wimpy by comparison. I know, how is that even possible, right? It was. Raph Jones, arrogant son-of-a-bitch douchebag, was proving that unquestionably.
Christ, he was sexy hot.
My pulse slammed hard and fast in my throat.
Dammit, and I’d been having so much fun.
Grinding my teeth, I looked away. But not before Raph’s arrogant son-of-a-bitch gaze clashed with mine. For a split second. Long enough for my breath to catch. Long enough for him to check me out—from head to toe and back to head again.
Long enough for my nipples to harden at that inspection.
Grabbing Heather’s hand, I began to walk, dodging the laughing, giggling, dancing, drinking crowd. Heading in the opposite direction of Raph.
“We’re in a rush, are we?” Heather chuckled. “Where we going?”
“Somewhere away,” I answered.
“Out of the party?” Heather’s grin was knowing. What she thought she knew, I had no idea. If she thought I was flustered by Raph Jones, she was wrong.
Posted by Lexxie Couper on Tuesday, January 20th, 2015
Can you guess what happens after that? Hee hee hee.
So, Breathless for You, Book One of my new series Outback Skies, releases today. Yay!! For those of you who have read Blackthorne, Breathless for You is Matt Corvin’s story. For those of you who haven’t read Blackthorne, Matt Corvin is a very sexy doctor who’s had his heart broken.
When desire goes sky high, things get hot. Really hot.
The middle of the Outback seems the perfect place for city-bred Dr. Matt Corvin to recover from the beating life has given him. Working in Wallaby Ridge as a member of the Royal Flying Doctors is just what this doctor needs, until he finds himself paired with a pilot who’s every sexual fantasy that’s ever done barrel rolls through his head. She rekindles in him a desire for something he thought he’d never want again—connection.
Natacha Freeman was one medical exam away from RAAF fighter pilot status when her lungs royally screwed her over. Flying a medical plane in the Outback should have provided isolation to match her desolation. Instead, she’s stuck in a tiny plane with a nice guy who sends her hormones screaming full throttle.
Though Tash is jumping on the brakes with both feet, Matt’s not above using his thorough knowledge of the human body to change her mind. Until the dangerous reality of living in the Outback brings them crashing to the ground.
Warning: If gorgeous sexy doctors with incredible bedside manner and a dominating sexual side make you shudder with sheer orgasmic rapture, this book may be…wait for it…just what the doctor ordered.
Available now from…
Samhain Publishing http://tinyurl.com/mbx5knl
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Another cold ribbon laced through her, this one bitter with self-contempt, and she let out a wry laugh. “I’ve got a lot of baggage, Doc. Screwed-up baggage. None of it you want anything to do—”
He silenced her with his lips and swept his tongue into her mouth, the kiss as hungry and as fierce as it was unexpected. He balled his hands in her shirt at the base of her spine and yanked her to him, a primitive taking of that which he wanted.
She groaned, pressed her palms to his chest and, for a staggering moment, tried to fight the concentrated pleasure rushing through her.
And a heartbeat later, she surrendered to it, incapable of doing anything else but.
She raked her hands up his chest, lashing his tongue with hers. He deepened their kiss, his hunger evident not just in his ravenous lips but in the ungentle way he grabbed her arse and ground his erection to the curve of her sex.
She groaned, the rigid pole pushing her own desire to a feverish point.
Just this once. She’d give herself just this one time. This one time to lose herself in what could have been…
Scoring her nails over his shoulders, down his pecs, she teased his nipples—puckered into hard points—through his shirt. He hissed in a breath against her lips, his cock pulsing at her touch. She pinched his nipples again, a quick tug before dragging her nails down his ribcage, his sides, to the waistband of his jeans.
She wanted him naked. Wanted him naked and inside her.
Her heart raced with the need.
Her whole body burned with it. Every nerve ending, every molecule.
Hooking her fingers into his shirt, she pulled its hemline free of his jeans. Slipped her hands beneath the fine cotton and captured his nipples—skin on skin.
“Fuck, Tash,” Matt groaned, bucking as she pinched the pebbled points again. “That feels—”
She yanked her hands free of his shirt, grabbed the front and tore it open, uncaring of his buttons.
Before he could respond, she smoothed her hands up the subtle six-pack of his stomach, skimmed her fingers over the knotted white path of the scar marring his ribcage, and closed her lips around his right nipple.
“Holy fuck,” he ground out, tangling his fingers in her hair. “Holy fuck.”
She sucked his nipple into her mouth, closed her teeth around it and sucked again.
He bucked again. Bucked and cursed and grabbed at her belt buckle.
She straightened, tasting every inch of the muscular column of his throat, the stubble-roughened line of his jaw as she helped him remove her belt.
He tore at her clothes with desperate hands, yanking her T-shirt up over her head with rough impatience. She did the same, shucking his shirt from his shoulders even as she tried to toe off her boots.
With a horny laugh, he dropped to his knees, grabbed one foot and tugged her boot from her foot.
She curled her fingers into his armpits and pulled him back up, crushing his mouth with hers. She didn’t want to stop kissing him. She didn’t want to not have his lips, his tongue against hers. Even if it did mean she was still wearing one boot.
As if aware of her insatiable hunger, he worshipped her mouth with his, unzipping her jeans as he did so. His hands replaced the snug denim wrapping her hips, his fingers sliding over the curve of her arse cheeks.
She arched into his possessive touch, rolling her sex against the firm pole of his erection still restrained by his trousers. Its unyielding length sent liquid heat to her pussy and she dropped her hands to his fly.
Oh and look what’s already available for pre-order? The second book, Burn for You. Yay!
The fire in the heart is the hardest to fight.
Outback Skies, Book 2
Harsh, rugged and unforgiving, the Australian Outback is the perfect place for Evan Alexander to hide. Up in the air, fighting fires from the cockpit of his helicopter, no one sees the scars that run clear down to his soul.
When a massive fire breaks out in a nearby national park, Wallaby Ridge becomes a media staging ground, and Evan’s daring piloting skills the center of attention. Evan finds it easy to dodge every reporter—except one. A woman from his past.
Jenna McGrath can’t believe the quiet, withdrawn man declared a hero is the same arrogant, cocky pilot she fell in love with six years ago. A cruel betrayal caused Jenna to remove herself from his world, but she’s never been able to erase him from her memories.
Their long-suppressed attraction reignites, but the walls Evan has built around himself are high. And while Jenna easily overlooks the scars on his body, she begins to wonder if molten desire is enough to melt the emotional scars binding his heart.
Warning: It’s not the flames devouring the landscape that will stir your soul…it’s the wounded, broken man fighting them from the air.
Posted by Lexxie Couper on Sunday, January 4th, 2015
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Posted by Lexxie Couper on Sunday, December 28th, 2014
Balls Up, that’s what.
It’s a game changer…
Rhys McDowell. Striker for Manchester United. Bad boy on the soccer field. Badder boy in the bedroom. Rhys lives by the motto: never second-guess anything. His only regret in life is that he fell in love with the wrong man decades ago and no one has ever been able to erase that guy from his heart.
Curtis Clarkson. Ex-captain of the Australian cricket team. A man once feared on the pitch, Clarkson is now a highly respected businessman with a devilish glint in his eye and a willingness to follow wherever life leads him. He never expected it to lead him to a man. A cocky soccer player, no less. And a private shower in Heathrow airport.
When lust and desire take control of both men, all the rules of the game utterly change. Curtis never thought he’d fall for a guy. And Rhys never thought he’d fall again, period.
But when fame follows your every step, what happens behind closed doors doesn’t always stay there. And the penalty box may very well leave you not just sweaty…but broken.
Rhys had dedicated his life to acting solely and completely on first instincts.
Most of those instincts had been firmly planted in experiencing pleasure and fun. Rhys was renowned for never taking anything seriously, not even his soccer. That he was such a talented player—one who commanded millions a year—only made Rhys a bigger threat on the field. His most common first instinct—to act on anything that felt right—meant he was an unpredictable striker. And a highly entertaining one to watch.
Acting on first instincts ruled his approach to life.
Except when it came to Josh Blackthorne. With Josh, Rhys knew—even when he was only fifteen and desperately in love with his best friend—his instinct to grab the guy and kiss him senseless would have ended with a broken nose and a broken friendship.
But up until boarding the plane bound for Sydney, Josh had been the exception to the rule.
And then Rhys had been hit by a sexual desire for Curtis Clarkson more powerful than any he’d ever experienced before. Had fought against it on the plane. Had argued with himself against it in the plane’s loo. Had questioned his sanity even as he craved to feel the ex-cricket captain’s lips move against his own.
When Curtis had hurried from the plane—
Hurried? Huh, don’t you mean fled?
—Rhys’s first instincts were to follow. To chase him down, corner him somewhere away from the public eye, and demand to kiss him. Demand Curtis unzip Rhys’s fly and squeeze his cock until he came.
For five heartbeats, he’d denied those instincts.
Five pounding, punishing, brutal heartbeats.
On the sixth heartbeat, he’d succumbed to them.
And now here he was, standing in a first-class lounge shower cubicle with a man most of Australia hoped one day would run for prime minister, or president, or governor general or…or…fuck, some other exalted, illustrious position, and Rhys’s current instinct told him he wasn’t going to survive.
A heavy spasm claimed his cock at the thought. A hungry ache gnawed at his soul.
I want you naked. Now.
The words caressed him, coarse and seductive at once.
Curtis watched him, Adam’s apple jerking up and down his throat. A throat, Rhys couldn’t help but notice, strong and muscular and tanned.
Take him. Own him.
He destroyed the small distance between them, grabbed the front of Curtis’s shirt and ripped it open.
Currently, you can buy Balls Up from Amazon and Smashwords. Very soon, you’ll be able to buy it at Kobo, iBooks and Barnes and Noble as well. Stay tuned…
Posted by Lexxie Couper on Friday, November 28th, 2014
So it goes without saying, I cannot WAIT to see this movie.
Who wants to see it with me?