In the heat of the moment
How cool is this! The release date for Pinning it Down (Stimulated, Book 6) has been brought forward from late October to the 15th September! Yay!!
You can pre-order it now if you haven’t already at these sellers.
Oh, and Blindsided By You (Outback Skies, Book 6) will release and go wide September 25th. Pre-order links coming ASAP!
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Wow! Not only has Death, The Vamp and His Brother WON The Romance Studio’s CAPA for Best Paranormal Romance, it’s also been nominated for the Australian Romance Readers‘ Favourite Paranormal Romance award AND MADE IT TO THE FINALS!!! Check it out – my little Aussie tale of lust, desire, fate and the Apocalypse is up there with the likes of Sherrilyn Kenyon, JR Ward and Nalini Singh. I can’t believe it!!
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Oh my God! I am still in a state of shock. Death, The Vamp and His Brother has WON the CAPA for Best Paranormal Erotic Romance!!!
What are the CAPA’s? They are awards given by The Romance Studio for excellence in romantic and erotic fiction. Categories include inspirational, contemporary, fantasy, historical, mainstream, paranormal, romantic suspense, erotic contemporary, erotic fantasy, erotic historical, erotic paranormal, erotic anthology and BDSM.
I still can’t believe it. This is a huge honour and I’ve been grinning like a mad woman ever since I found out. Wow!
For those who haven’t read Death, The Vamp and His Brother, you can check it out here or on Kindle here
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It begins – the countdown to the August 11 release of Death, The Vamp and his Brother! Every week for the next four I’m giving away a Lexxie Couper ebook to one lucky person and on August 10 I will drawing the name of one lucky entrant to win the GRAND PRIZE of a copy of Death, The Vamp and His Brother PLUS a “Vamps Do It Best By Moonlight” tote bag and a signed copy of my first print release, Savage Retribution!
WEEK ONE.
Answer this very simple question – who is the titular brother and what does he do?
The answer can be found here
Email me the correct answer before Saturday 18th to go into the draw (all correct entries will go into the draw for the GRAND PRIZE)
Good luck!
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I should be finishing my latest WIP, but instead, I made a trailer for Spaceport: Hidden Phase. I’d love to know what you think (the music isn’t the best, but I’ve exhausted my supply of free music *grin*)
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Chilled to the bone, weary, dry-eyed and craving a beer more than ever, Jack McKenzie knocked on his cousin’s door.
The flight from mid-summer, sweat-sucked-from-your-pores Sydney, to mid-winter, freezing-your-arse-off-in-a-bloody-snowstorm Texas, had been long and grueling. Not only had he been stuck between two rather large men of dubious personal hygiene for the entire fourteen-hour trip, he’d had to endure a screening of No Broken Hearts Allowed, the latest cringe-inducing rom-com to come out of Hollywood, and the very film during which Tiffany chose to tell him, forty minutes after opening credits, she was dumping him for her fifty-two-year-old boss.
To add insult to injury, the airline carrier had lost his luggage carrying his only jacket capable of withstanding the bitterly cold weather $and the only Christmas present he’d brought with him to unwrap on the big day — the small flat package from his mum he suspected were season sideline tickets to the Sydney Swans. Expensive. Irreplaceable. Completely eBayable.
Suffice to say, Jack wasn’t in a good mood. He hoped to God Bruce had a Tooheys. His cousin had been living in the US for a few years now. Maybe he’d crossed to the dark side and had his fridge stocked with Bud, or Miller, or, or… okay, he couldn’t think of any other American beer at the moment. All he could think about was a Tooheys, a shower, maybe some Vegemite on toast and a soft, clean bed, even if the bed was Bruce’s sofa.
He looked at the closed door before him, absentmindedly tracing the large, silver 7C screwed into the burgundy painted wood just above the peephole while he waited for Bruce to answer his knock.
Serendipity Estates. Weird name for an apartment complex. What was his cousin — an ex-sheep shearer and more “blokey” than any other male Jack knew — doing living in an upmarket, trendy looking city apartment complex?
The door swung open and a tall, willowy redhead regarded him with laughing gray eyes. A tall, willowy redhead with laughing gray eyes, long, long legs encased in worn black denim, and the fullest, softest lips Jack had ever seen. “Yes?”
He frowned, even as his body said Heeello. The redhead wasn’t Bruce. Bruce had never looked this good. “Um.” He bit back a muttered curse. Bloody brilliant conversation starter that is, Jack.
The redhead smiled, interest flickering in her smoky eyes. She tilted her head to the side a little and placed her hand against the doorjamb, unwittingly drawing Jack’s attention to the small, round perfection of her breasts snugged behind a pure white T-shirt. “Can I help you?”
“Um,” Jack began, and again mentally cringed at his inarticulate clumsiness. What was going on with him? Jet lag? Or had Tiffany sucked from him his ability to talk to a beautiful woman? She didn’t want him anymore, but she sure as hell didn’t want him to find anyone else? Okay, now you’re being paranoid.
He gave the redhead a slightly puzzled smile. “Is Bruce home?”
One finely arched auburn eyebrow cocked. “Bruce?”
Jack hitched his backpack higher onto his shoulder, trying not to shiver. The hallway was chilly, the snowstorm outside permeating Serendipity Estate’s internal structure, and his only jacket was most likely somewhere between Australia and Who-Knows-Where. “Bruce McKenzie.” He paused, waiting for the entirely too gorgeous woman to acknowledge his cousin’s name.
She didn’t.
“The bloke that lives here.” The statement sounded like a question, and Jack’s gut began to tighten. Why did this feel wrong?
“There’s no Bruce McKenzie here,” the woman replied, the sides of her mouth playing with a grin.
Jack studied her, looking for some sign she was pulling his leg. He’d just flown halfway around the planet. His girlfriend of six years had dumped him for her boss two days ago. It was nine p.m., Christmas Eve. He wanted a beer, some hot toast, an even hotter shower and a bed. Not necessarily in that order. He raked his right hand through his hair, realizing he was messing it up even more but not caring. Christ. Where the bloody hell was his cousin?
He dug into his back pocket and pulled out a small scrap of paper, unfolding it to read the address scrawled on it in Bruce’s normal black print.
Apartment 7C,
Serendipity Estates,
155 Cherry Lane,
Charlie, Texas, USA.
Jack shot the door another look. The silver 7 and the silver C hadn’t changed. This was the right address. So where was Bruce?
“Can I help you?”
The husky murmur lifted Jack’s attention from his cousin’s less than flowery penmanship to the woman still standing in the door of apartment 7C. She was studying him with an unreadable expression. “You’re Australian, yes?”
Jack nodded. “Yes. And so’s my cousin who told me he lived here.” He shoved the small slip of paper back into his pocket. “Do you know of any Bruce McKenzie living around here? Maybe he just wrote the apartment number wrong.”
The woman shook her head, her long auburn hair tumbling over her straight shoulders in a glossy cascade that made Jack’s stomach and groin grow tight. “I don’t, I’m afraid. I’ve lived in Serendipity Estates since they were built. Trust me, your cousin has never lived in 7C.”
Jack suppressed a sigh. “Damn it.”
No luggage, no jacket and now no cousin. Which meant no shower, no toast, no beer and no bed. All with a bloody snowstorm cold enough to freeze the tits off a bull wrecking havoc outside. When he found Bruce, $if he found Bruce, he was going to kill him. That was, if he didn’t freeze to death in the interim trying to hail a taxi. What a fantastic Christmas this was going to be.
Jack hitched his backpack further up his shoulder and gave the woman — damn, she was gorgeous — a wry, lopsided smile. “Well, I’m sorry to be a nuisance.” He took a step away from the door. “Have a nice –”
“Do you want to come in?”
The question stopped Jack dead in his tracks.
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My sci-fi erotic romance, Shifting Lust has been nominated for a Night Owl Romance NOR Award for Best Paranormal Erotic Romance. Wow! I’m grinning like a mad lady *grin* (see? lol)
If you’re the voting kind, I’d love your support. Am I allowed to beg?
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OK, this book isn’t available from Changeling Press until the 10th October, but I thought I’d tease you all with a little snippet in the interim, just to whet your appetites. The second in my Spaceport trilogy (there is another on the way called Spaceport: Heartfelt Scoundrel) it focuses on the IAC’s most lethal assassin and his student. Enjoy…
Oh, I should tell you, this is totally unedited so there will be mistakes a plenty. And it’s kinda short cause when I went looking for an excerpt to share with you, I discovered I couldn’t find one that didn’t spoil some very important plot surprise or reveal too much information. Please forgive me 🙂
Shit, he really knew what to do to make her hot. He was aggressive, almost brutal. He took from her with a savage power that made her cunt flood with fresh cream.
Sliding his large hands under her hips, he cupped her butt cheeks, squeezing each curve of muscle as he tortured her ass with his tongue. She hissed in a silent breath, feeling her ass grow damp. Painted with the slick lubrication secreted by Forty-Two’s tongue. His cock was massive, the phallus more than fitting his seven-foot frame. She knew he was going to penetrate her there and her pussy grew sodden with anticipation. Anal sex with Forty-Two was like a double dose of concentrated pleasure spiked with pure pain. It was incredible, punishing and completely unsentimental. What she needed. What she deserved.
An appreciative rumble sounded in her companion’s chest and he yanked her harder to his mouth, lifting her feet from the bed to wrap her legs around his head. His hands mauled her ass, her hips. He peppered her tight opening with rapid jabs of his tongue, the thick muscle growing more pointed with each stroke until she felt its slick, rounded tip push into the puckered hole.
She clamped her teeth shut, fists pulling at the sheet. She bucked, her wild rhythm in perfect sync with Forty-Two’s tongue. His fingers stretched her butt cheeks further apart, granting his mouth greater access to her anus. He dipped into her, tongue fat and stiff. A slightly smaller replica of the enormous shaft between his solid, steely thighs.
By kirs, she was going to come.
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Yep. I’ve been at it again. *grin* Here is my latest book trailer. What do you think?
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Here it is! Yay! And as promise, a very naughty excerpt to go with it. Enjoy.
WARNING – VERY EXPLICIT. I Mean it. *grin*
A chuckle slipped from his lips and green fire danced in his intense stare. Smoldering desire. Devilish mirth. I know you want more…
Dropping his head slightly, he blew a fine stream of cool air on her flushed sex. She drove her heels into the mattress, arching her back more and lifting her cream-slicked slit closer to his teasing mouth. Her blood-filled clit screamed for the feel of his tongue and teeth.
Another stream of cool breath tickled her pussy, followed by long, hard fingers parting her folds. She sucked in a quick breath, hot anticipation flooding through her core. The fingers explored her sex, charting a languid path from the hooded button of her clit to the smooth area of her perineum. He blew on her wet folds again, his breath a cool kiss on her fevered skin, before dipping one long, hard finger into her slit.
Jordynn’s pussy muscles instantly contracted, squeezing tightly on the sensual invasion. He penetrated her slowly, his thumb rolling circles over her clit as he pushed his finger deeper into her sex. Liquid heat washed through her, pinching her nipples tight. She knotted her fists in the sheets beside her, ramming her heels harder to the bed, levering the lower half of her body higher, harder to his hand. “God, yes!” She dragged in a ragged breath, eyelids fluttering closed at the heady muskiness of her desire on the air. A wave of rising tension rolled through the pit of her belly. Fuck, she was close to erupting.
His finger pumped her folds, painting his hand and her inner thighs with her juices. She whimpered, sex constricting. He withdrew his finger slightly, wriggling it as he did so. With a slight rotation of his wrist, he plunged two fingers back into her pussy.
Jordynn bucked, her whimper turning into a low, hoarse moan. The soles of her feet tingled, electricity licked up her spine. “Jesus, I’m going to—”
His lips suddenly closed over her clit, teeth nipping at the swollen tip of flesh and Jordynn’s raw statement caught in her throat, replaced by a choked cry of surprised rapture. He sucked at her clit, tongued her folds. Slipping his fingers from her sex, he punished her slit with his mouth.
A shudder racked her body, a spasm of pleasure base and elemental. Her orgasm swelled through her, stronger, stronger. He devoured it with his tongue, drinking her cream as it gushed from her. She fisted the sheets, ramming her hips upward, shoving her spread, sodden sex to his mouth. “Fuck!” she cried out, fisting the sheets below her. “Oh God, more!”
