August 29, 2015

My Sexy Saturday - Sexy Has It

Welcome to the 107thweek of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme: Sexy Has It

We all know sexy has it. As authors, we define ‘it’ every day and write those wonderful, sexy scenes. Sexy has sexy, sexy has love, sexy has wonderful. Sexy has the power to change the world, set people free and everything in between. Sexy is just right and good and oh, so fun to share.

I'm sharing a steamy scene from Monica Beggs, which is now available for preorder.

     Did she want him to kiss her? Finn parted his lips in anticipation.
     He’d never found danger to be a turn-on, but apparently he’d discovered a brand-new world with Monica Beggs. He leaned closer, inhaling a deep breath. Her breasts pushed out to brush his chest.
     The heat from her body shot straight through his shirt and burned his skin. Finn blinked, realizing how captivated he’d become in a not so ridiculous situation. He’d bloody well better get his mind back in the game if he didn’t want to spend the rest of the day and most of the night making new friends down at the precinct.
     Reluctantly, he tore his gaze from her luscious body and forced himself to ignore the tight, heavy passion in his groin and in his increased pulse. Getting Monica away safely was too important to let inappropriate thoughts interfere. His fingers found and grasped the cool metal he’d been groping for along the crease of the seat.
     “Buckle-up, sweetheart.” Finn winked, shooting for humor to offset the tension.
     Monica’s startled gaze dropped to the seatbelt across her lap. Squeezing her eyes closed, she leaned her head back and let out a self-deprecating laugh.
     Finn smiled as he stepped away and shut her door. A sensuous flame had ignited between them, a spark they were both drawn to like the proverbial moths.

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August 26, 2015

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August 15, 2015

My Sexy Boyfriend - My Sexy Saturday

This week’s theme: My Sexy Boyfriend

No need to explain it. You all know what a boyfriend is and isn’t. Sexy can be anything, such as romantic moments like walks on the beach, a home cooked meal or even in another galaxy. 

It could be two lovers here on Earth dreaming about the day where they go on a magical vacation to another planet. Or staying right here at one of those wonderful places we can find in our own world.

From my upcoming contemporary romance now available on pre-order:

Monica Beggs is more than the hottest porn star out on DVD--she's Finn Daniel's next assignment. 

Lights. Camera. Lube? 

Famous porn star Monica Beggs has wrapped up another grueling on-location movie shoot when the Colombian cartel attempts to kidnap her. Their guns are as real as the price on her pretty head. 

Former Special Ops and present day surfer, Finn Daniels recognizes a lady in distress when he sees one—especially when it’s his adult film crush being hustled out the door. He’s no longer in the business of busting up the underworld, but that doesn’t deflect his moral compass. 

In a fast-paced adventure--over land, sea, and air--playing it hot and heavy can only lead them straight into action! 

Tanned skin, from endless California summers, painted his rippling muscles that lay exposed to her traveling hands. She splayed her fingers wide to touch as much of the toasty warmth as she could.
This man was no feigned actor paid to portray someone he could only wish to be. He wasn’t lit up with a light reflector and three-point illumination kit. There wasn’t a shotgun mic hanging at the end of a boom pole or a film crew whispering into headsets.
Finn was real. And for a short while, he was hers.
Skimming her hands over his tightly-rounded ass, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and slid them off his lean hips.

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August 14, 2015

georgia lynn hunter


I’ve been creating stories from the moment I could string two words together. No matter the tale, it always has romance woven through them. Yes, I'm a hopeless romantic.
When I’m not writing or plotting new books, I like to read, travel, paint, or troll flea markets where I usually buy things I might never actually use because they're so pretty—who can resist those displays.
I come from the beautiful country of South Africa, and currently live in the Middle East.
After working in a few jobs (all art related), a chosen career as a fashion designer, then an art teacher, I finally found my passion nearly five years ago: writing. There really is no other job I’d rather do.

Now for some questions:

1: What do you do when your muse decides to play hide?
Read or start work on something different—why I always beat Dammit (that’s my muse’s name) by working on two projects.

2: How long did it take you do write first draft of Echo, Mine and then completion of said manuscript?
I wrote the rough draft in one night (four hours-LOL—I amazed myself with that one J) and completion of manuscript was two weeks. I really enjoyed going back to my couple from Absolute Surrender.

3: Do you trash a story after its written, or set it aside for a look later when it didn't work the way you want?
Oh, I never thrash anything. I set it aside, then come back after a few weeks and brutally cut of what had me stopping in the first place. (I still keep a saved copy of the original.)

4: As a writer, do you often spend as much time researching a book as writing it. Do you explore Google and YouTube sites or visit specific locations?
All the time. I must get a feel for the place and facts, before I write any story.

5: And what are you currently working on?
Right now, I’m writing the draft of my 3rd book from my Fallen Guardian series.
Tell us a little about your newest release.

BLURB: Echo, Mine (A novella)

After a horrifying incident that left her in a coma for several long months, Echo now has to get used to a different life. As a descendant of a powerful angel, her days waver between training as the new Healer and convincing her mate she’s strong enough to match him in life and in bed. 
A surprise date night gives her the perfect opportunity to do both. But plans have a way of coming unraveled. One disaster leads to another, and Echo accepts that nothing in their lives will ever be normal.
But the biggest revelation of the night comes after she kills a dangerous, soul-sucking demon. Sparks fly between her and her mate, proving that normal is most definitely overrated.





Was he daring her?
Echo bit back her own smile. God, she loved this teasing side of him. She hadn't realized just how much she’d missed it.
Well, then. She sprinted back, jumped him, and he lost his balance on the soft sand, falling flat on his back with her on top. She had a feeling he’d let her take him down. Whatever. As long as she had him right where she wanted. She sat up, straddling him.
“You cut your hair,” he said, fingering her long wispy bangs.
She played with a button on his shirt. “Do you like it?”
“Always. It is the messiest style ever—” She snorted, he smiled. “But you, my mate, carry it off with flair.” His tone lowered. “Godsdamn, you’re so beautiful…” His hands skimmed from her waist down to the expanse of her thighs, touching her naked skin where her short skirt had ridden up. His gray eyes drifted up her body to linger on her mouth. “And in my favorite position, too. Everything I want is close to my mouth, my hands…”
Her heart knocked hard against her ribs. His nearness stirred an ache within her only he could ease, but she pushed it aside for now. She had to talk to him first. “Here on the beach? Nuh-uh, I don’t think so—
“Scared?” His smile was pure temptation.
“Hardly.” She sniffed. The fact that he’d even dare suggest this and hope soared—heck, maybe it was the strawberries or the stupid haircut after all. “I refuse to have sand in places where there shouldn’t be any, not when the night’s still young and we have places to go—
Aethan grasped her by the neck and pulled her down to him and kissed her, his tongue tracing the seams of her lips. Just a touch from him and she lit up like tinder. Her mouth parted. His tongue slipped inside, stroking and sucking hers. He was kissing her as if he were starving.
Her heart pounded hard, all thoughts fleeing her mind. She squirmed, wanting to get closer, wanting to feel his skin sliding against hers. She kissed him back, just as desperately.
His hand slid inside her top, beneath her bra and her breath hitched when he rolled her nipple. A light flow of his power zipped through her body, amping up her arousal.
She pulled her mouth from his, panting for breath.
“You were saying?” he murmured, a knowing gleam lighting his eyes. “Strawberries, hmmm? Soon, I’ll smear every inch of your skin with melted chocolatesome parts of you I’ll suck and bite, while other areas I’ll lick and nibblefree of the chocolate.”
Her mouth dropped open and she simply stared at him as heat rushed into her face and pooled in a nagging ache between her thighs.
He knew. Damn sneaky Empyrean!
She gave him a dirty look, struggling to control her lust. “You're not distracting me that easily,” she said breathlessly. “If you don’t want to wade in the water with me, fine, I want to go to Club An—
His hand slid between her thighs and beneath her panties. Her breath hitched and she forgot what she wanted to say as he stroked her heated flesh.
A low whimper broke free. She squeezed her eyes shut, his finger sinking inside her. His thumb circled her clit, gently at first then harder, and her entire body went into meltdown. Her inner muscles tightened around his finger. He pulled out and pushed back into her. With his other hand on her bottom, he tugged her to his face. A startled gasped escaped her as she fell over him. Before she could right herself, he pushed aside her panties and put his mouth on her aching clit. And sucked.

Oh, dear God! A moan of pure need tore out from her throat. Echo braced her hands on the sands above his head, but there was no purchase on the loose surface. She no longer cared as his mouth worked her with slow licks and hard pulls. An intense orgasm tightened her lower body, consuming her mind, her thoughts. It yanked her up and over, and with a keening cry she fell apart.

August 9, 2015

Monica Beggs - Available for Pre-Order!

Monica Beggs is more than the hottest porn star out on DVD--she's Finn Daniel's next assignment.

Lights. Camera. Lube?

Famous porn star Monica Beggs wraps up another grueling on-location movie shoot when the Colombian cartel attempt to kidnap her. Their guns are as real as the price on her pretty head.

Former Special Ops and present day surfer Finn Daniels recognizes a lady in distress when he sees one—especially when it’s his adult film crush being hustled out the door. He’s no longer in the business of busting up the underworld, but that doesn’t deflect his moral compass.

In a fast-paced adventure-- over land, sea, and air-- playing it hot and heavy will only lead them straight into Action!

July 25, 2015

My Sexy Saturday - Our Sexy Place ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors #MSS102

Welcome to the 102ndweek of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is Our Sexy Place. You know the place we’re talking aboutthat sexy place only lovers go…

We know that everyone has their own idea of sexy and we all love sexy!

Troll-y Yours

Sexy Excerpt:

“Very funny.” Ella eyed the poor excuse for a towel that was laid over the rail of the huge shower stall. The white scrap was no larger than her hand. Beyond the steam, his chuckles stirred her insides and hardened her already pebbled nipples. The little washcloth wouldn’t cover enough of her rounded body from his view.

        He was probably getting an eyeful through the frosted glass as it were. Distorted to a wavy form, his figure stepped closer and another white towel flipped her way, this one larger.

        Grateful for the extra yardage, she grabbed it and wrapped herself in the cottony softness before pushing the shower door open.

        “Hello, Sweet-thing.” Al stood across from her, leaning against the door jam, arms crossed, wearing a drop-dead sexy smile on his face.

        The Girls singing from her molded breasts, noticed he’d removed his rain soaked shirt and neglected to replace it.

        Raw male abdominal muscles flexed and relaxed with every indrawn breath. His long black tail swayed lazily behind.

        Her eyes drifted across his male perfection while she admired this Centaur from Elysium.




Determined to forge a better life, Ella launches her new business with high hopes—until a sexy Centaur bumps into her and throws her life off course. Voted “Most Eligible Bachelor in Boronda”, Aleksander shakes up her world and tilts her in more ways than one.


Years of warfare and countless bedroom encounters have stolen Kempor Aleksander’s luster for life. He never expects to rediscover his zeal in the small, redheaded form of Ella the Troll, who fires his blood hotter than the deepest caverns in the forest.


But as trouble lingers in their midst—and edges ever closer—Alek and Ella spiral into troubled terrain. Turning to each other, the pair face down dangers that run impenetrably deep in their mythological world. But will the two lovers discover a passion that runs even deeper?   

July 18, 2015

My Sexy Woman @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors

Welcome to the 101stweek of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is My Sexy Woman. Yes, this is our nod to the heroines. You all know what make them sexy and wonderful. Need we say more! You know what we think is sexy and if you’re new to the blog, look at any of the past weeks. We don’t need to explain it. Sexy is sexy and everyone has their own idea of sexy.

Sexy can be anything, such as romantic moments like walks on the beach, a home cooked meal or even in another galaxy. It could be two lovers here on Earth dreaming about the day where they go on a magical vacation to another planet. Or staying right here at one of those wonderful places we can find in our own world.

In my latest release (oooh, love that word!), I have a certain Troll who makes life agonizingly rough for everyone. She’s hard to hate—you want to love her—but her webs of deception weave tragic results.

Book 2 of The Centaurs series

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Meet Pennelope:

From his vantage point on the hillside above the family nest, Eli propped a heel behind him and leaned back. The rock digging into his butt was hard and unforgiving; it matched the disposition of the older female Troll beside him.

Her slender white neck curved as she used the glowing cherry of her herbal smoke to draw tracers in the dark around the Centaur guard in the distance. “Who’s that with Kempor Aleksander?”

“My sister, Ella.”

“Why is she with him?”

“Good question.” Eli stared with gritted teeth through the cover of trees at the embracing couple. “She’s making a huge mistake.”

“How long have they been dating?” Elegant fingers brought the cigarette to her lips, and she pulled a slow drag. Multiple bracelets slid down her arm and jangled softly together.

“I think they just met. Ella opened the new speed-dating service, and the Kempor was in it tonight—like he of all mythics would need it.”

“Hmm, interesting.” Smoke blew in an easy stream from her pursed lips, catching the cool night breeze that, in turn, drifted across his face.

Protected under the trees from the drizzle, they watched the playboy hit on his sister. Ella didn’t seem to mind.

Upwind, the entwined couple had no idea their actions were observed.

“Is it true he avoids relationships like he would the trots?” Eli asked.

Two fingers held the hand rolled cigarette, as her lips tightened around it. She drew on the end, let the smoke linger in her mouth a moment, then inhaled. Air currents caressed the cigarette’s tip and caused the ember to glow between drags. “In all the years I’ve known him, he only had one serious affair. And that one dumped him for something better.”

Eli pushed away from the boulder, away from scents of burning clove, and peered down at his family’s rock. His mother stood out front, shouting for Ella. Gods, how embarrassing. Glancing up the opposite hillside, he saw Kempor Aleksander drop his cupped hands from Ella’s face.

Soft footsteps drew next to Eli. His companion’s fingernails lightly scratched his back, bangles dancing musically. “Don’t worry about her. If there’s one thing I know, Aleksander won’t stick around for long.” The hair at his collar received the same massage treatment. “Come over here, Eli. I want to talk business before I leave.”

He followed his contact back to the rock and watched her fluff out the skirt beneath a belt that defined her small waist. He crossed his arms, widened his stance, then waited for her to continue.

“There’s chatter in Boronda of rebel movement. Heard any of it?”

“The Minotaur I befriended hinted a few things tonight. He would’ve said more if things hadn’t gone south.”

Bracelets sliding in a musical clatter, she clamped the short smoke between her lips. Her hands became busy, pulling a small silver case from the voluminous folds of her skirt, and she spoke around the cigarette, “What happened?”

Phranq took an interest in Ella at the cafĂ©. When we left, he bull-handled her and the Kempor took exception to that. We had to leave before they got into it.”


Her pointed Troll ears twitched with the sounds of the night. Nobody knew how old his contact was, but Eli guessed at least three centuries. If she were older than that, she held her age well.

He waited while she removed a fresh cigarette.

She lit the end with the red tip of the old, and tossed the used butt into a puddle. Taking a drag, she turned to him and asked, “Carryyn couldn’t distract Alek?”

“No. He didn’t want anything to do with her.” Hell, Eli couldn’t blame the man. Even hard up, few would get it on with a Minotaur—not to say he hadn’t before.
Movement in the shadows across the stream caught his sharp Troll eyes. The Kempor watched Ella make her way down the foot trail until she dissolved beneath their granite rock. What in the hell did she have in those bags she carried everywhere?

Between the trees in the dim moonlight, the guard weaved his way along the trail, headed toward the palace. His huge muscular torso twisted between the towering elms, making room for the breadth of his shoulders to pass, before his hind end disappeared from view.

Standing next to Eli, his underground contact stared at the black space where the Kempor had stood moments before. The cigarette between her fingers, seemingly forgotten, the dangling ash long. Wisps of reddish hair framed her oval face. Her inscrutable expression was unnerving.

Eli touched her shoulder. “Are you alright?”

A melancholy frown flitted across her features. Then, she smiled, smoothly betraying nothing of her inner thoughts. “I’ll meet you again, in two days at the regular appointed time.”

He nodded and leaned back on the rock. “May I have your name? Something to call you by?”

She lifted her hand to tousle her damp curls, and another flutter of bouncing bracelets erupted. “Yes, now that I know you’re trustworthy. Call mePennelope.”

“Be careful out there, Pennelope.”

She rewarded him with a slow, secret smile. One, he wouldn’t claim to understand.

“I always am.”


July 17, 2015

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Hello and welcome! I’m so glad you’re all here! It’s my birthday weekend-oh, no, not sharing the number, lol—but, I will share my birthday gifts with you! 

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Murphy’s Law
Romantic Suspense

Tagline: He lost his family. She gave them back to him.

Home is the last place Jon Murphy can go. After being held captive in Azbakastan, he returns to the States only to find he can’t face his mom and sisters with what he did while he was a prisoner, so he retreats to the mountains.

Widow Sara Sheldon has made a lifetime of mistakes and is now running scared from her husband’s powerful family, who are determined to take her daughter away from her. When her little girl goes missing in the Rockies, Sara enlists the only help she can find: a gruff recluse with tracking skills to admire and a body to covet.

A storm strands Sara and her daughter at Murphy’s cabin, leaving her no choice but to hope her in-laws don’t catch up while she plans where to run next. Murphy resents the invasion of his privacy, but can’t seem to keep his mind--or his hands--off Sara. How can she stand to look at him, with all his scars? He’s not nearly as honorable as she might think…only enough to make sure she’s safe, and then he’ll go back to being alone, the way he should be.

Content Warning: Sexual content                                
**Murphy’s Law: Previously published by Lyrical Press in 2013**
***Murphy’s Law was a 2006 Golden Heart Finalist***

Copyright © 2014, Jennifer Lowery

Murphy sat at the kitchen table, half in the shadows created by the soft light glowing above the stove. A bottle of amber liquid sat on the table in front of him, an empty glass in his hand. His hair was tousled from sleep and to Sara’s dismay, he was naked to the waist. Her gaze landed on his muscled shoulders and trailed across his tanned chest. So much for getting him out of her mind. Now she had the real thing to dream about. Looking at the dark hairs that veed down his chest and disappeared behind the table, she decided he had been right. He was a dangerous man.

She tore her eyes away from temptation and looked at the granite lines of his face. Beneath the hardness of his expression, something haunting lingered. Drawn, she circled the table until she stood at the opposite end.

Murphy met her eyes with coldness that should have sent her running for the safety of her room, but she remained standing in place. He wanted to chase her away. This time she wasn’t running.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked on her way to the cupboard to grab a glass and return to stand over Murphy’s shoulder. She reached for the bottle. The muscles in his shoulders flexed when she leaned over him.

Murphy’s hand snaked out and wrapped around hers, preventing her from pouring a drink.

“I mind,” he growled.

“Well, get over it. I need a drink.”

Scowling, he let go of her hand and allowed her to pour a glass for herself. She refilled his glass next and set the bottle on the table. Then she moved to the chair beside him and sat before lifting her glass in a silent toast.

“Cheers.” She brought the glass to her lips. His eyes on her as she drained the glass made her fight the urge to cough as the fiery liquid burned its way down her throat. Seconds later she felt the familiar warming sensation as it numbed her insides. Her eyes filled with tears. She blinked them away as she reached for the bottle.

Murphy held it away from her. “What are you doing?”

“Having a drink. I’m not in the mood for warm milk tonight.”

His eyes darkened and narrowed. “You don’t strike me as the drinking type.”

She wasn’t, but tonight it sounded good. Maybe it would soothe away her problems and make her forget how screwed-up her life was. Talking about Kent earlier had brought back painful memories. She didn’t want to feel that misery anymore tonight.

“Maybe you don’t know my type,” she said.

Murphy studied her closely for a moment before rubbing a weary hand over his face. “Go back to bed, Sara. Sleep it off.”

“I don’t want to sleep it off. I’m tired of thinking about it.”

Maybe it was the whisky, or the sight of Murphy’s naked chest, or the part of her that had been dormant for six years coming back to life. More than anything she wanted to discover it with Murphy, her strong, scarred hero.

She rose to her feet. Murphy watched warily as she stepped in front of him and positioned herself between him and the table. He leaned back in his chair and sent her a thunderous look.

“You and I are alike in many ways, Murphy,” she said softly. “We both have lost pieces of ourselves we can’t ever get back and it has forced us into a life of loneliness and solitude. I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of being alone.”

Murphy pinned her with a hard glare. “I’m not what you want. Go back to your room before I do something we’ll both regret in the morning.”

His harshly spoken words sent little electrical shocks through her body.

“I’m tired of people telling me what I want,” she said.

Author Bio:

NY Times & USA Today bestselling author, Jennifer Lowery grew up reading romance novels in the back of her math book and on the bus to school, and never wanted to be anything but a writer.  Her summers were spent sitting at the kitchen table with her sisters spinning tales of romance and intrigue and always with a tall glass of ice tea at their side. 

Today, Jennifer is living that dream and she couldn’t be happier to share her passion with her readers.  She loves everything there is about romance.  Her stories feature alpha heroes who meet their match with strong, independent heroines.  She believes that happily ever after is only the beginning of her stories. And the road to that happy ending is paved with action, adventure, and romance. As her characters find out when they face danger, overcome fears, and are forced to look deep within themselves to discover love. 
Jennifer lives in Michigan with her husband and two children.  When she isn’t writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family. 

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I highly recommend this book to anyone who enjoys Cindy Gerard, Tara Janzen, or Cherry Adair series. Each of these writers have the same flavor with a secret ingredient in their stories as does Jennifer Lowery. Great story!

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Other Books by Jennifer Lowery:
SEAL Team Alpha Series:
A SEAL’s Song
A SEAL for Christmas
A SEAL’s Duty

Wolff Securities Series:
Maximum Risk

ATCOM Series:
The Maze

Sawyer Sisters Trilogy
Hard To Handle

Onyx Group Series:
Hard Core

Murphy’s Law

Taking Chances (short story)