Posted by Lexxie Couper on Monday, May 7th, 2012
I was going to try and play it cool, but I can’t. Love’s Rhythm has been reviewed by USA Today. Can you believe it!
USA Today has reviewed Nick Blackthorne’s book and called it a “romance that is brimming with humour and emotion”, along with a whole lotta other wonderfulness. Can you see how big my grin is?
You can check out the whole review
here and watch me Muppet Flail
hereAnd in case you don’t know the book, here’s the cover (which I love sooo much) and a snippet…
Snippet from Love’s Rhythm
She lifted her eyes to his, her tongue slipping out of her mouth to slowly swipe at the corner of her lips, the water from the shower flowing over her, dripping from her puckered nipples.
“You drive me crazy, Lauren Robbins,” he uttered on a wobbly breath.
She traced the treble cleft tattoo on his lower abdomen with one slow, steady finger. “You drive me mental, Nick Blackthorne.”
Her answer sent a wave of sheer happiness through him. He laughed. “At least the hot water didn’t run out. Might have been a touch embarrassing if I was suddenly standing in cold water.”
She grinned, rising to her feet to stand before him. “I doubt the cold water would have made any difference.”
It wasn’t at all possible—he was too drained—but his groin throbbed with delight at her response anyways. It throbbed with an interest, a need he knew he’d never quench.
He leant toward her, letting his chest brush her nipples as he reached behind her and killed the water. “You realize it’s my turn now, yes?”
She laughed, a throaty sound that made his groin stir again. “You think you have it in you?”
He snaked one hand up her wet body to cup her breast and rasp his thumb over her hardened nipple. “Oh, I may not be a spring chicken anymore, but I’m pretty fucking certain I can bring you to climax again and again while this old body of mine recovers.”
She leant into his kneading hand. “Prove it.”
He shucked his legs out of his wet jeans, not an easy task to do while still in the shower cubicle. Even more difficult when his attention was fixed so firmly on Lauren as she walked across the bathroom floor. Her lush body still glistened with water, her arse cheeks bunching and stretching with sublime perfection every step she took. She paused, looking at him over her shoulder as she reached for a fluffy bottle-green towel and wrapped it around her body. “Coming?”
“You fucking better believe it,” he muttered, fighting with the last leg of his jeans as it clung to his foot with possessive force.
Posted by Lexxie Couper on Wednesday, May 2nd, 2012
Dr. Suess makes everything better. Especially Twilight.
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Ed-My-Vam, Ed-My-Vam!
Oh how I love you, Ed-My-Vam!
I don’t like the way I am,
Please bit me, BITE ME, Ed-My-Vam!
Bella-Sue, Bella-Sue,
I know what is best for you!
Biting you I will not do!
I will not bite you, Bella-Sue!
Ed-My-Vam, Ed-My-Vam.
I wanna be in your clan!
Where you’d do it, I don’t care.
Would you bite me here or there?
I would not bite you here or there!
I would not bite you ANYWHERE!
Biting you I will not do!
I will not bite you, Bella-Sue!
Would you bite me under the moon?
Or we can do it in my room!
I would not bite you under the moon!
Nor do I want to in your room!
I will not bite you here or there,
I will not bite you ANYWHERE!
Biting you I will not do!
Dare I repeat it, Bella-Sue?!!!
Would you, could you, here at prom?
So I can be Vampire Swan?
I would not, could not at the prom!
Where everyone can see? That’s so dumb!
I would not under the moon
Nor will I do it in your room!
I would not bite you here or there!
I would not bite you ANYWHERE!
I will not do it, no can do!
So just LIVE WITH IT, Bella-Sue!
Oh my perfect Ed-My-Vam,
You are the lion, while I’m the lamb!
But this lamb won’t give a … darn
I don’t mind you inflicting harm!
Had I not made it clear to you?
I WILL NOT BITE YOU BELLA-SUE!
You must take my word as truth!
Because I know much more than you!
Ed-My-Vam, Ed-My-Vam,
You don’t see how desperate I am.
If you won’t bite me at the prom,
On the neck or on the arm,
If you will not under the moon,
In the forest or in my room.
If you will not here or there,
If you will not do it anywhere,
Then fine! I get it… I’ll get back.
I’ll just go date Jacob Black.
Bella-Sue, Bella-Sue,
I’m glad I’ve finally got through to you!
…Wait, did you say Jacob Black?
I’ll do it now, oh Bella! COME BACK!
by ~Glowin-theSHARK
(Isn’t it brilliantly wonderful)
Posted by Lexxie Couper on Monday, April 30th, 2012
Super heroes are meant to be sexy, right? I mean, all that tight spandex wrapped around bulging muscles…
I saw The Avengers at the flicks with my husband yesterday. I loved it. LOVED it! Better than Thor and Iron Man, much better than Captain America and Iron Man 2, infinitely better than the last Spiderman movie (emo-Spidey? I don’t think so!) Anyways, The Avengers was brilliant and it got me thinking about this post I wrote for the Down Under Divas when Thor was released. I remember falling instantly in lust with Chris Hemsworth and feeling monumentally proud of the fact he was an Aussie. I must admit, I was never a huge Avengers follower in my comic-reading days (I was a HUGE X-Men fan however, and had a fairly sizeable crush on Spiderman when younger) but after watching Thor, I began to wonder what I’ve been missing. Was Thor really as sexy and charming and cheeky as the movie portrayed? Was Thor really as…well, doable?
Oooohhhh…………..
Which leads me to this blog post. What superheroes push your buttons? Is it the strong, noble superhero or the sarcastic anti-hero superhero?
Let’s take a look at some options, shall we…
The Strong Noble Hero
Superman. You can’t get much more strong and noble. His moral compass would make the Mother Teressa envious. But is he sexy? Is he doable? What does he bring to the table that would make him an option? Is all that goodness a turn-on?
Captain America. Is there any more heroic and patriotic? (There’s yet to be an Australian superhero–unless you count Crocodile Dundee–which I don’t) so I’m holding up Cap’n America as the example of patriot pride and moral fibre. He fights the good fight for his country, but does he do “it” for you? Is all that high moral goodness a turn-on?
Cyclops. So, he’s got a killer gaze? But check out that blue and yellow spandex! Seriously, Scott Summer (aka Cyclops from the X-Men world) is noble of heart and tormented of soul. Caught in a perpetual love-triangle, Cyclops still does his all to be the better man at all times. Sexy? Doble? Or just too damn angsty?
The Nimble Sarcastic Hero
Spiderman. Ignoring the fact Peter Parker’s really only a teenager, Spiderman’s pretty damn sexy. He’s quick-witted, sarcastic and can fling himself around like a contortionist as a limbo party. But does all that red and blue put a dampner on the situation? And is there just a touch too much acne under the mask?
The Green Lantern. Sharp-witted, more than a touch cheeky and often-times rebellious, The Green Lantern is quite a few steps away from the likes of Supes and Cap’n America. He’s not altogether noble, but his actions are always governed by the want and need to do the right thing. Originally a fly-boy, is he the superhero to make you go “oohhh” (especially with Ryan Reynolds playing the part in a soon-to-be released film?)
Hannibal King. Speaking of Ryan Reynolds, you can’t list sarcastic, nimble superheroes without mention of Hannibal King. King is the smart-mouthed vamp killer from the Blade series and was perfectly depicted by Reynolds in the third Blade film. I have to say the original King never really did it for me (and as you know by now, sarcasm and arrogance kinda pushes my buttons–traits Hannibal King has in spades) but Ryan Reynolds’ King…oh, yeah, baby…
The Anti-hero Superhero
Wolverine. The classic anti-hero. He doesn’t give a toss about anything expect looking out for himself (at least, that’s what he wants the world to believe), is ultra-violent, ultra-sarcastic and so far removed from Superman and all that is good and golden and clean in superheroes it’s almost impossible to align the concept. But when the chips are down Wolverine will stop at nothing to wipe out the wrong tainting the world. Even if that means a bloody, brutal, savage body-count. (And yeah, I know I posted a piccie of Hugh Jackman’s Wolverine, but look at it…how could I not!? But just to keep with my own original-source rules, here’s Wolvie in drawn form too…
Ohhh, now THAT’S a sexy image…
Err….anyways…
Spawn. Aka Al Simmons. An assassin killed and sent to Hell who promises to work as a Hellspawn for one last chance to see his wife? How can that not be sexy? But would you want to y’know…with him? He’s dark and tormented and far from a ray of noble light. His name alone – Spawn – conjures up images of dark things born of darker things in dark places…but when needed he’s awesomely powerful. And his tongue is like a razor when it comes to cutting quips. Hmmm…potential, I’d say.
Batman. I wouldn’t hear the end of it from my webmistress if I didn’t include the Caped Crusader on this list, and honestly, he couldn’t fit anywhere else but in this category. He’s not one to bask in the glory of his crime-fighting, in fact, he started fighting crime for purely personal, self-centred reasons. He is tormented by his own demons to the point of being anti-social and his alter-ego Bruce Wayne is an arrogant bastard most of the time. But there is something very very seductive about that much dark mystery, about that much wounded soul, don’t you think?
There are endless superheroes out there I could draw on for this post, but the above give you all an idea to start from. In a fantasy world, where you are the heroine in the world where superheroes are needed, who do you fall for? The noble, pure hero, or the tainted, tormented anti-hero? (By the way, the one thing I noticed as researching this topic was the evolution of the superhero as decades have past. It seems it’s not just me that has a thing for the haunted, arrogant hero with a tenuous grip on his violent nature and a sardonic nature sharp enough to draw blood. The comic-reading world seems to have demanded heroes of this very nature: Priest, Preacher, the Comedian from the Watchmen, most of the X-Men…wow, there’s some seriously f*cked-up heroes out there!)
The thing that I’ve concluded from this blog post? At the moment, despite my normal gravitation towards the messed-up, conceited, tormented superheroes, I’d easily and happily pick this superhero…
…played by this guy…
…with all the cheeky charm, slap-stick goofiness and sexy strength the God of Thunder possesses. Well, at least in the latest movie anyway.
So, which superhero would you do?
Posted by Lexxie Couper on Sunday, April 29th, 2012
Guess what I discovered this morning? The third book in the Party Games series, Twister, is now available for pre-order from Amazon. Yay. To celebrate, I’m giving you all a sneak-peek look at how the heroine (a fiesty ex-supermodel) and the hero (an arrogant media mogul) come face to face for the first time. Ready?
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He saw the empty parking space three houses away before the belligerent thought could finish. Revving the Ducati’s powerful engine, he opened the throttle and propelled his bike forward…just as a beautifully restored black Mini swept past him straight into the empty space.
What the fuck?
He braked beside the classic car, planted his booted feet on the ground and yanked his helmet off, glaring at the driver’s side door. Waiting for the walking corpse about to get a piece of his mind—a rather heated piece of his mind—to climb out of the car.
The door opened. The distant streetlight reflected in the black window like a crazy streaming white line and a woman straightened from the car, a tall willowy woman with short shaggy hair the colour of midnight, full lips the colour of ripe plums and skin a flawless cream. A woman dressed in a bum-hugging black leather miniskirt and a…a thing that seemed to be made entirely from one strip of shiny silver fabric clinging around her body in such a way to barely cover her breasts. Breasts, Lachlan couldn’t help but notice, that were small and pert and the perfect size for cupping and squeezing in one’s hand.
He glared at her, but the overhanging Jacaranda tree shrouded her eyes in shadows. “That’s where I was going to park.”
“Did you indicate for it?” A soft accent laced the velvet-smooth words, the kind of accent a person develops when they’ve spent most of their time travelling around the world. No longer Australian, not really anything else though either. “Pretty certain I didn’t see any flashing yellow lights on that bike of yours before I passed you.”
Lachlan ground his teeth. Awesome. Attitude. Just what he wanted.
She’s right though. You didn’t.
“Doesn’t matter. You overtook me on a residential street to get to it first.”
A low chuckle fell from those plum-coloured lips before she swung the Mini’s door closed. “Would you like to make a citizen’s arrest? Slap me in handcuffs and rough me up a bit?”
The words sent a searing jolt of tension straight into Lachlan’s groin. Unexpected and very, very appealing tension. That his bike’s engine was still thrumming in neutral between his legs only served to highlight his sudden and unwanted arousal. He ground his teeth, killing the Ducati’s motor with a flick of his wrist.
The slowing tick-tick-tick of the bike’s exhaust system filled the night, competing with the laughter, music and raucous noise wafting from his house down the street. The woman laughed again. “Oh, does this mean you are going to arrest me? Do you have handcuffs tucked away in those exceedingly well-cut Calvin Klein jeans? Or is that bulge I spy something else far more interesting?”
Lachlan blinked. And did something he hadn’t done since he was a kid. He blushed.
The woman laughed once more, a throaty sound that sent fresh licks of tension into his balls. His cock stiffened, growing at an alarming rate given his situation. What the hell was he doing?
Straddling your bike while getting turned on by a woman who stole your parking spot. The question is what are you going to do about it?
He bit back a growl. What could he do about it? He had two options—one, go find another parking spot and take out his anger on the people currently enjoying themselves in his home when he finally walked back to it. Or two, climb off his bike, walk over to the woman in the shadows, capture those fuckable lips of hers with his mouth and kiss the smug attitude right out of her.
He climbed off his bike.
She made a hmmm sound, her lips curling into a smile Lachlan could only describe as the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, and stepped out of the shadows.
Lachlan froze.
Kole.
A whirlwind of memories lashed through his head. Memories of a seventeen-year-old boy caught jerking off to a poster of the Australian super-model by his hedonistic model-cum-trophy-wife stepmother. Memories of said stepmother sliding her fingers down the flat plane of his stomach to the waistline of his hastily zipped jeans and asking him if he wanted to fuck her while she wore a pitch-black wig?
He focused on the woman now standing before him, her lips curled in a smile he should have recognized. After all, he’d gazed at it every night of his life for two years until that pathetic, embarrassing night. Gazed at it and fantasied about the owner of that smile. The modeling world’s newest sensation, an eighteen-year-old Australian beauty known only as Kole.
The woman before him cocked a dark, finely arched eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you’re shy?”
Lachlan clenched his jaw. “You’re the model Kole.”
She laughed, a relaxed, humoured chuckle. “No. But it’s a common error.”
Lachlan studied her. The lack of light made the inspection tricky. He had never seen Kole in person and the model herself had dropped out of the public’s eye after only a few years in the modeling world. But not before she graced the cover of every influential fashion magazine, quite a few of them owned by his father’s media company. Magazines Lachlan now owned, accrued when he had overthrown his father’s strangling reign of the company five years ago.
Still, something in his gut itched, and he’d learnt a long time ago to listen to his gut. The woman looked like an older Kole to be sure, but Kole all the same. She was either lying or he was more under the spell of a stupid adolescent crush than he realized. Either way, he wanted nothing to do with her.
When it came to models, he had a strictly no-involvement policy, no matter how stunning they were.
She studied him, a confident calm radiating from her. It unsettled him.
Unsettled? For Christ’s sake, man, it turns you on so much your dick is as hard as a pole. Model or not, she turns you on.
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Twister will be avialable July 3rd. You can pre-order it
here at Samhain and
here at Amazon.
So, hands up if you’ve read Suck and Blow and Truth or Dare?
Posted by Lexxie Couper on Thursday, April 26th, 2012
One is an ex-British SAS Commando, the other a dragon shape-shifter. One will come up against his worst nightmare, the other get knocked out when he least expects it. One will come close to crushing a person’s throat with his bare hands, the other will pop a person’s shoulder right from its joint. One rides a motorcycle, the other perches atop of the Willis Tower in Chicago.
Meet Aslin Rhodes and Ryan Conley, the heroes of my current WIPs, The Bodyguard, and Crouching Tigress Horny Dragon. Can you guess which one is which?
Lexxie’s not a deviant. She just has a deviant’s imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get darkly erotic romances with a twist of horror, sci-fi and the paranormal.
