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Thursday, October 31, 2013

Fall into Winter Romance Blog Hop

Welcome to History in the Hot Lane

I love to read. I seem to read more during the winter months. When there is snow on the ground and an icy wind blows I find staying inside a very good idea. I often curl up by the fire with a steamy romance. I'm not sure what keeps me warmer the fire or the scorching hot pages I'm reading! That's the way I like it.

Lots of New Years resolutions involve reading more. Goodreads asks members to take a pledge to read a certain number of books. If you haven't made much of a dent in your reading list this year there is still time. Grab your e-reader or the next paperback off your pile and dig in. Reading binges are as satisfying for me as eating a quart of ice cream. Not to mention so much healthier!

Are you a binge romance reader? If so, how do you go about it? Do you pick an author and read their entire backlist at once? Do you pick a genre and go from there? Maybe you pick a theme like spooky reads for Halloween? Or you could just be a random soul like me!

I am an erotic romance author who writes primarily GLBT historicals. My debut F/F novella The Virgin Madam (Girls and Guns Book 1) will be released from Decadent Publishing on Nov. 5th.

One lucky commenter on this post will win a copy of The Virgin Madam in any e-format they choose.


After a vicious outlaw murders her father, Laura Rutherford sees no future beyond running the family brothel and kowtowing to the local gang. Not even marriage offers escape. No man can compete with the beautiful women who dance the can-can for her each least not until a gentle stranger sweeps in and opens her eyes to desires too long denied.

Joe Bascum stumbles into Bitterroot Flats looking for a place to hide from a gunman out for blood. When the innocent madam from the local brothel offers a bed and bath, Joe accepts hoping to show the buttoned-up beauty just how right forbidden desire can feel.

When danger escalates, can Laura help Joe defeat the famous Fletcher gang, or is she destined to live a lonely life as the virgin madam?

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Wednesday, October 30, 2013

First Glimpse of Manhood

Hello Ladies!

This question is for you.

What was your assessment/reaction when you saw a man's cock for the first time?

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Guest Post: Allyson Lindt - Conflict of Interest

I'm excited to welcome my friend Allyson Lindt to my blog today. She is hear to talk about her new release Conflict of Interest... And just in time for Halloween she has lots of treats for you!


It's that time of year. Time to dress up, visit friends, and share tricks and treats. So in the spirit of how we celebrate Halloween, I'm visiting all sorts of blogs this week, in costume, as my characters, and they're talking about how they feel about the holiday. They're writing the posts, and I'm giving away the treats. No tricks. And to one random commenter on today's post, I'm giving away a copy of Shiloh's book, The Virgin Madam (Due out next week. Shiloh didn't know this until she read my post, so, *surprise*, Shiloh!)

How nice of you, Allyson! You're making them wait a few days for the treat. I promise the story will be worth it. ;)

Scott (Conflict of Interest)

Really? We're doing this again? My author is channeling me for your (or her) amusement. Huzzah. *ahem* Sorry, I'll summon a bit more enthusiasm. Thing is, I don't have all the best memories of Halloween. My parents threw large parties that were an excuse to show off, and I snuck away entirely too early from most of them with whatever liquor I could snag from the bar when no one was looking. And we're not talking the cheap stuff, because this was to impress guests. But I'm older now, I've moved past that, and I honestly believe regardless of the past, we make our own, more pleasant memories for the future. There's always a chance to replace what came before with what's happening now. So I take full advantage of the day. I love handing out candy, I like the excuse to let everyone off work early, and it's possible I've stuck a plastic spider or two in the developers' cubes. I can tell you from personal experience, the tough guys scream louder than anyone. Totally worth it. So tell me, what's your favorite way to spend Halloween?

 * Don't forget to visit me all week long, for a chance to meet my characters, and I'm giving away a different book every day, with a grand prize $15 gift card and a copies of my books Unconventional Fling, Conflict of Interest, and Toeing the Line at the end of the week to one commenter across all the blogs (you can earn an entry for each site you visit)

October 28: Gemini Girls

October 29: Shiloh Saddler

October 30: Diane Saxon

October 31: Eva Lefoy



Kenzie propositions a sexy stranger in a coffee shop to prove to herself she’s capable of taking a risk. She doesn’t expect him to be sitting across from her the following Monday as her newest client. Even worse, she can’t stop thinking about what might have happened between them on a personal level if it weren’t for their professional relationship. He knows how to push her buttons, and she doesn’t want him to stop. Scott has built his software company from the ground up to escape things like stuffy old men telling him how to behave, so he loathes his board of directors ordering him to make the public forget he doesn’t have a verbal filter. When his new publicity manager is the almost-fling he never expected to see again, he seizes the opportunity to have fun and still pretend he’s complying with the board’s edict. Giving in to desire could mean both their jobs, but each “one last time” always leads to another. Now they have to decide what they’re willing to sacrifice to indulge this conflict of interest.

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AllysonPicture3About Allyson
 Allyson Lindt is a full-time geek and a fuller-time contemporary romance author. She prefers that her geeky heroes come with the alpha expansion pack, and adores a heroine who can hold her own in a boardroom. She loves a sexy happily-ever-after and helping deserving cubicle dwellers find their futures together.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Saltwater Lover Book Trailer Reveal

Check out the book trailer for Saltwater Lover!

I know authors aren't supposed to have a favorite book, but Saltwater Lover will always hold a special place in my heart. That might be because it was the first novella I wrote, or maybe because I formed such a quick and close connection to both the hunks in the book.

Saltwater Lover will be released from Liquid Silver Books soon.

I still haven't gotten a release date yet. I can't wait!

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

What Inspired my #FF #Western The Virgin Madam?

Today I am guest blogging on Decadent Publishing's blog about my upcoming release The Virgin Madam. Find out what inspired my F/F western. You'll also learn more about the projects I currently have in the works. I do hope you will stop by and say hello.

Monday, October 14, 2013

I've Been Tagged!

Blog chains are a lot of fun. This is the first one I've been tagged in. So I guess that is kind of monumental. I'd like to thank the wonderful Diane Saxon for tagging me. You can learn more about her here:


Now I have to answer some questions... Darn it. I knew there was a catch.

What are you working on right now?

For any of you who have been following me on Twitter know that I have several projects in the work at once. I think I now have a project for every mood. Whenever I get stuck on one I jump to another. It keeps things interesting!

I have an erotic F/F fantasy WIP I'm writing with my friend Eva Lefoy. I also have a M/M historical romance wolf shifter story going. *Digs through computer files* A contemporary M/M western and the second book in my Girls and Guns series The Lumberjack's Daughter. 

The Virgin Madam the first book in the Girls and Guns series will be released from Decadent Publishing on November 5th!

Okay. Next question.

How does it differ from other works in its genre?

Which it would that be? Sigh. I guess I should pick one. Since I should be pimping my upcoming release I'll talk about The Lumberjack's Daughter. The Girls and Guns series is a F/F historical western. That in of itself seems different. I don't know of any other F/F historical westerns although there probably are some. One reasons why I decided to write this series was because there were so few F/F historical romances out there.

Why do you write what you do?

GLBT Romance ..? I read a lot of GLBT romance so I guess it was only natural when I decided to start writing romance that it was GLBT. I don't think about that when I start writing a story. If the idea works better M/M or F/F I go with it. I do plan to write some steamy straight romance in the future, too.

My primary GLBT genre is historical. I have a history degree, my own library of history books, and I'm addicted to the History Channel. So it really isn't my fault that most of my story ideas are of a historical nature.

How does your writing process work?

Inspiration strikes and I get a story idea. The main characters start talking to me and tell me about themselves their fears, dreams, current circumstances and I run with it. I like to get a general outline before I start writing, but everything is fluid and subject to change. Sometimes it is impossible to know what turn a story will take until I start writing it. Through the editing/rewriting process I iron out the details and layer the story. you never want to look at my first drafts. I pity the people who have. By the time my story is finished I feel like the characters are my best friends and I have known them forever. It makes it very painful to leave them. Maybe that's why I've started writing a series. My main characters will make appearances in future books.

The Virgin Madam is the first book in my Girls and Guns Series and will be released on November 5th.

And now for the lucky three bloggers I'm tagging:

M.S Kaye

Daisy Banks

Haley Whitehall

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Sexy Saturday: F/F Fantasy

At first it was scary jumping from the comforts of the historical realm into fantasy, but now I'm enjoying building the new world with my writing partner Eva Lefoy. The working title for the F/F Fantasy story is Sating a Shadow.

Shadows are the lowest caste in this medieval like society. The highest honor for a female shadow is to be chosen to be a royal performer. Teasa, the Dragon Man's daughter is chosen. Her first performance will be on Prince Rohad's birthday.

She meets her partner Cadean at the castle and sparks fly.

Here is a HOT seven paragraph excerpt for My Sexy Saturday:

Cadean directed Teasa to lie down. Lying face first, Teasa covered her most intimate areas. Cadean’s hands massaged her shoulders. Applying some of the sweet oil and working it deep into her skin.

Her hands were soft yet strong. Teasa had never had a massage before. She’d hadn’t had anything but water caress her skin. Cadean’s touch was much more relaxing than a swim in the river. She felt all the tension and worry being pushed out of her body.

Her fingers trailed from her shoulders to her arms to her hands. Her touch emanated a trail of warmth in its wake. The near burning sensation was lovely. She left Teasa’s hands and dropped to her toes, working up her feet to the backs of her thighs. Every once in a while Cadean gently squeezed her skin and then rubbed away the slight discomfort.

Cadean touched Teasa’s naked behind and her breath hitched. No one had ever touched her there before. Cadean poured some more oil into her hands and massaged the soft contours of her tight buttocks.

Her magic fingers made every nerve ending come alive. Cadean’s hands eventually moved up to the small of her back and Teasa wished they’d return lower. Still, it felt good to have her back massaged. After Cadean had kneaded oil into every inch of her backside she told Teasa to roll over.

No longer embarrassed, Teasa rolled onto her back eager for more. Between sleepy and aroused, her eyelids hooded. Cadean massaged the oil into her face, carefully avoiding her hairline and eyelashes. Teasa observed Cadean with silent fascination. Bent over her, her large bosom swayed softly with her movements. Her gaze focused on her face, their eyes meeting for a second. Cadean seemed focused on her work, and Teasa wondered if her body met the woman’s approval. She didn’t show any emotion except for a slight smile, or maybe that was just Teasa’s imagination.

Cadean’s slick fingers worked down Teasa’s neck, inching closer to her breasts. Teasa’s heart pounded harder, as if urging Cadean to hurry up. The older woman hesitated for a moment and then her hands descended upon Teasa’s perky breasts. Her touch was like a whisper across her skin. Teasa stiffened and Cadean molded her palms against her breasts. The instant warmth was wonderful and Teasa sighed.

I hope you enjoyed that excerpt. I am having fun writing it! I don't want to think about how many WIPs I have started now. It seems I have a story to work on for every mood. They're all steamy. :)

Need more sexy excerpts to read? Continue hopping and have a good weekend!

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

12 Years a Slave Movie Trailer and Thoughts

These are not my thoughts on the autobiography turned movie 12 years a slave. They are the thoughts of my friend and fellow historical romance writer Haley Whitehall.

Reblogged from Haley Whitehall:

I’ve read Solomon Northup’s memoir Tweleve Years a Slave as part of my research. Solomon Northup’s autobiography was published in 1853 and is an amazing resource. People might not know about this dark part of slavery, but many free African Americans were kidnapped and sold into slavery. Solomon Northup’s memoir is the first and possibly only published account of such an account. One of my WIPs will deal with this difficult subject.

12 Years a Slave is a 2013 British-American historical drama film based on the 1853 autobiography Twelve Years a Slave by Solomon Northup, a free black man who was kidnapped in Washington, D.C. after being lured from Saratoga Springs, New York in 1841 and sold into slavery. He worked on plantations in the state of Louisiana for 12 years before his release. The film is directed by Steve McQueen and written by John Ridley. Chiwetel Ejiofor stars as Solomon Northup. 12 Years a Slave premiered at the Telluride Film Festival on August 30, 2013. The film is scheduled to be commercially released on October 18, 2013.Here is the trailer for 12 Years a Slave:


Sunday, October 6, 2013

Cover Reveal: The Virgin Madam

I just got my cover for my f/f historical The Virgin Madam!

I love it! It will be released from Decadent Publishing November 5, 2013. Wow. That is less than a month away. Eeek.


After a vicious outlaw murders her father, Laura Rutherford sees no future beyond running the family brothel and kowtowing to the local gang. Not even marriage offers escape. No man can compete with the beautiful women who dance the can-can for her each least not until a gentle stranger sweeps in and opens her eyes to desires too long denied.

Joe Bascum stumbles into Bitterroot Flats looking for a place to hide from a gunman out for blood. When the innocent Madame from the local brothel offers a bed and bath, Joe accepts hoping to show the buttoned-up beauty just how right forbidden desire can feel.

When danger escalates, can Laura help Joe defeat the famous Fletcher gang, or is she destined to live a lonely life as the virgin madam?

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Sexy Saturday: Cowboy Lovin'

I know I've been absent for a few My Sexy Saturdays and I feel really bad about that but the weekends seemed to fly by. I've been buried in edits for my f/f western The Virgin Madam and my m/m rodeo story Perfect Ride.

I, Cszmurlo [GFDL (, CC-BY-SA-3.0 ( or CC-BY-2.5 (], via Wikimedia Commons
Here is 7 paragraph excerpt from Perfect Ride which I am co-authoring with Eva Lefoy. It is actually a contemporary romance. *Gasp* My writing partner Eva Lefoy had this great idea for a romance with a bull rider but she didn't know a damn thing about cowboys or rodeos. I had to come to her rescue. It turned out well. We just signed a contract with Decadent Publishing. Weee!


He liked that Cole had the sense to drink water not alcohol. In his opinion, it proved Cole was on the ball, had his focus where it should be. But right now, all he could focus on was Cole’s sweet round ass as they headed to the bull pen. The man walked with a slow easy gait. His long lean legs looked far more delicious than the barbequed ribs sitting on his plate.

“There he is.” Cole put a foot up on the lower slat of the fence and rested his arms on the upper. “Take a good look at him while he’s standing still. You won’t see him like this in the ring.”

He eyed the bull with respect. He stood out from the rest of the top ten. Spitfire was big, over 1,600 pounds of pure cream-colored power, topped with foot-and-a-half long horns. The way Spitfire eyed him and began to dig at the ground like he wanted to test the limits of the temporary fence sent a shiver up his spine. He’d have to be careful with this one. He gave Cole a sidelong look and studied the man as he watched his bull.

He liked the sandy blond stubble dusting the man’s chin and cheek. Liked the way his lips were wide and meaty and showed a bit of wear at the edges, betraying either late-night trysts or the tendency to chew on them as he worried. Garrett voted for the latter. Oh, he could picture Cole bent over taking it from another man easily enough, but the thought made him instantly jealous so he squelched the notion. With nowhere to set his still full plate, he perched it on the top of a post. “You keep a pretty close watch on him?”

Cole nodded. “He’s a rebellious one. An escape artist, too. A little too smart for his britches. Someday he’ll end up in the slaughter house if he’s not careful.”

Garrett laughed and slapped the dust off his thigh, the motion garnering Cole’s attention. The heat of Cole’s gaze flushed him warm all over. He couldn’t help but engage in a little appreciation of his own. His tongue wetted his lips as he took in the round curve of Cole’s ass, his narrow hips, up his wide work-chiseled chest and finally his face. He watched the man’s gaze blaze hotter as he brushed his hand closer to his groin. “That’d be a waste if you ask me.”

Cole swallowed and snapped his attention back up, his eyes shining. “Yes, it would be. A real shame.”

Enjoyed this excerpt? There are many more talented authors participating in the My Sexy Saturday blog hop. I encourage you to keep hopping!

Friday, October 4, 2013

Design and Scandal By Annabeth Leong

Here is another book I'm adding to my reading list!


Costume designer Kahala Lin didn't get into her line of work to make clothes for tiny models. She dreams of creating high-fashion masterpieces for BBWs such as herself. When she's hired to work on costumes for the science fiction movie Laser Sentinel, she passes up the opportunity to dress the film's heroine and ends up with the hardest job on set—pleasing the demanding and devastatingly handsome star, James Corwin.

James is one of Hollywood's best known actors, but he's in trouble when he's forced into working on this dud of a movie. James can't relax and enjoy the shoot on Hawaii's black sand beaches. He needs to prevent this film from becoming an embarrassment, starting with making sure he's not shot wearing nothing but spandex, a headdress and a ray gun. His collaboration with the new costume designer starts out promising, but soon he's so busy taking off her clothes that he's hardly thinking about what he'll wear at all.

The press, however, discovers their relationship almost before it begins, and the resulting scandal threatens both their livelihoods and James' chances with Kahala.

A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

“Is James Corwin as hot in real life as he is onscreen?” Kahala Lin winced a little at the question, but couldn’t help herself. Apparently going to work on the set of an honest-to-God big budget film excited her more than she’d let on when Lani had first asked if she wanted the job.
Her friend Lani grinned, revealing a bit of the fangirl herself. “Hotter. I don’t think the camera captures exactly how beautiful his eyes are.”
Lani pulled her truck into the makeshift parking lot on the edge of the set, just out of sight of the black sand beach where the first two weeks of filming would take place. Kahala figured she’d better get the silliness out of her system now, so she could act professionally once she actually met her new colleagues and the contingent of movie stars.
Kahala winked. “Eyes. Not exactly the body part I was thinking about.”
Lani slapped her arm. “You are so bad.”
Kahala shrugged. A serious expression spread over Lani’s wide, friendly face. She narrowed her dark eyes and peered at Kahala. “They’re really strict about that, you know. They don’t want you bothering the stars.”
“I’m not going to embarrass you, Lani. Don’t worry.”
Lani rolled her eyes. “Sorry. I know you’re not a teenager. You nervous?”
“Nervous?” She shook her head firmly. “This is a fun job to me. I’m not looking for a career in the movies. Believe me, these aren’t the people I’m really hoping to dress. My designs are for women with meat on their bones, not size negative two like Madison Marin.”
Lani tapped her fingers against the steering wheel. “I hear what you’re saying. I appreciate it. You made me a gorgeous wedding dress, anyway.” She smiled, then paused. “I just don’t think you should dismiss the opportunity. You might make some good connections. The work you do here is going to be seen by millions of people. That has to be worth something, even if your clothes are on a skinnier girl than you’d like.”
Kahala looked out the window. The Big Island was prettier than she remembered, way less developed than Honolulu, where she lived. Here she could actually see glimpses of what the island must have looked like when her ancestors had lived there.
Lani took her hand. “What’s the matter, Kahala? Other than being excited to see James Corwin in person, you’re acting like you don’t want to be here.”
She summoned a smile. Her friend didn’t deserve to feel bad about this. “I’m really glad you set me up with this, Lani. Don’t get me wrong. I need seed money to get my design business into higher gear. It's just that I swore I wasn’t ever going to make clothes for tiny girls.” She closed her eyes, remembering how she’d felt when she’d gone shopping back in high school, looking for knockoff versions of styles she’d seen in Vogue and W. “They didn’t even bother to make sizes larger than twelve for most of the clothes I wanted to wear when I was younger. When I started making my own stuff, I promised myself I wouldn’t make anything smaller than twelve. I want the skinny girls to wish they were bigger so they could wear my stuff.”
“This doesn’t take away from that,” Lani said. “Don’t worry about Madison Marin. You might not even end up working on stuff for her.” Lani lifted her shoulders and spread her hands wide. “You ready to do this, girl? For the next three months, we’re going to drink, breathe and eat this place. I hope you like coffee, because your next full night’s sleep won’t be until August.”
Kahala grinned. “You love this work.”
Lani smiled back. “Craft services is rewarding. Everyone’s so hungry and tired, they love everything we do. Believe me, I never felt so appreciated working in a restaurant kitchen.” She slapped the top of Kahala’s thigh. “Let’s go. This’ll be fun.”
Lani dropped Kahala off with Lawrence Marsh, head of costumes. His office was a trailer nestled under a stand of papaya trees. Whip-thin and more than six feet tall, the man’s pale skin shone bright and startling against the lush, tropical background. Kahala hadn’t known a person could be that color in Hawaii—even the whitest people typically had the grace to turn red. Lawrence wore a woman’s shirt, skinny jeans and more rings than a gypsy fortune teller. He greeted Kahala with a hug but broke it off to grab a papaya off the tree behind her.
Kahala smiled nervously while he produced a small knife from the back pocket of the skinny jeans and sliced the fruit open with surprising expertise. He ate a piece of juicy flesh off the point of the knife. He didn’t wait to finish chewing before speaking with a cultured British accent that, given his behavior, seemed incongruous. “Kahala Lin!” He sounded much more pleased to see her than she’d expected. “Lovely online portfolio. Very fresh.”
She started. “Thank you!” Lani had made it sound as if she’d pulled strings with the union to set Kahala up with this job. She hadn’t thought anyone would have paid attention to her work.
“I wish I had a star worthy of your talents,” Lawrence said, leading the way into his trailer. The inside looked like an exploded dress shop. Pieces of odd fabrics mingled with half-destroyed specimens of the latest designs from Fashion Week. A dressmaker’s form wore nothing but thin gold chains. Scissors and measuring tape tumbled off tables, and Lawrence possessed more sewing machines than one person could reasonably use. Tilted against the trailer’s AC unit, a laptop showed flashes of an odd shape rotating slowly in a computer-assisted design interface. “Don’t mind the mess,” Lawrence said, shrugging. “It’s my creative process. You understand. Pull up a chair.”
Kahala blinked. She couldn’t see a chair to pull up. The only thing around remotely resembling a seat looked about half as wide as she was. She stayed standing. “I’m really glad you liked the portfolio! What were you—”
Lawrence took another bite of papaya. “I loved it. Most designs for plus-sized women try to hide the body. You let the body do the work. You have a very nice eye for accentuating natural features. I can see it in the dress you’re wearing now.”
Was she blushing? “I did make it myself! How did you—”
“You couldn’t have bought a dress with that stitching for under three thousand these days.” He shuddered. “Machines are so much sloppier than most people realize.” He slapped the papaya down and took Kahala’s hand dramatically. She flinched but tried to roll with it. “I’m going to ask you to betray every instinct that makes your work special. Can you do it for me, Kahala?”
She blinked. “What are you talking about?”
“This is science fiction. The clothes need to do the work, not the body beneath them. Madison Marin’s got no body to speak of. You can’t rely on her shape. You have to give her a shape. Designers like bodies like hers because they can give them any shape they desire. I’m asking you to betray your obvious appreciation for the female form and work with the alien specimens we have here on this project—otherwise known as actresses.”
Kahala stared. “You’re assigning me to work with your female lead?”
“I believe in delegating.” Lawrence smiled tightly. “I’d planned to work with her myself, of course. I spent months drawing sketches for her. You’ll be following those, making adjustments as needed to the costumes I’ve started creating. I’d do it myself, gladly, but ever since I arrived on set I’ve had a certain problem that’s—James Corwin.”
“James Corwin?” Kahala echoed, confused. “That’s your problem?”
“Oh, James Corwin is about to be his problem, all right,” said a deep male voice behind her. Kahala jumped, turned, and found herself face to face with the screen idol himself, all six solid feet of him. James Corwin had played football in high school, and Kahala could see why. He had a linebacker’s build and muscle. He gripped the doorframe with big hands. His face wrinkled with distaste at the sight of Lawrence Marsh, but as his gaze settled on Kahala, his expression changed. His famous golden eyes focused on her and she caught the subtle flicks he used to check out her body below the neck. Kahala’s face heated and James smiled slowly, his nostrils flaring. His dark skin seemed much warmer in person than it did onscreen. The red tones in it caught the light so he almost gleamed.
“Hello,” James Corwin said, dragging the word out to two syllables and lifting his eyebrows with appreciation.
“Um, hi.” Kahala was relieved that her voice didn’t squeak.
Lawrence dropped a hand onto her shoulder. “I’m impressed again, Kahala. That’s the first civil word I’ve heard come out of this fellow’s mouth. Even if it reeks a bit of the chauvinist pig.”
James Corwin grinned. A slight gap between his front teeth marred his perfection just enough to make him convincingly real. He didn’t take his eyes off Kahala. “I can be nice if given reason.”
“Well I’m afraid I don’t have DD reasons,” Lawrence shot back.
Kahala bit her tongue before she could add that she wished they were just DD. Bra shopping would have been so much easier if Lawrence had been right about her size.
“Lawrence, that’s crass,” James said. He leaned in toward Kahala, his voice dropping and turning conspiratorial. “Don’t think I’m not a gentleman just because of the way I’m looking at you. I’m not saying I don’t appreciate the full package, but I also enjoy learning about a beautiful woman’s personality.”
A thousand red flags went up in Kahala’s mind. This man was trouble. It couldn’t have been clearer if he’d tattooed the word on his forehead in capital letters and accentuated them with glitter. Unfortunately she could be as circumspect about this as she wanted inside the sanctuary of her own thoughts, but that didn’t help to control her glee at the movie star’s compliments. He’d still made her grin like a fool.
James winked, mischief pulling one side of his smile higher than the other. “Well? You didn’t sound shy when you were talking with just Lawrence a minute ago.”
“I’m not,” Kahala admitted. She saw his challenge and raised him. Surveying his body frankly, she allowed herself a wicked grin. “I can’t make a call on your full package yet. I haven’t seen enough of it.”
James liked that response, clearly. He moved even closer. His fingers twitched against the doorframe as if they wanted to move to Kahala’s frame instead.
Lawrence broke into the moment before she could see where it would lead. “Whoo!” He fanned himself and continued with high-pitched sounds of appreciation. “It’s gotten very, very hot in here. Almost as if you two are forgetting the full workday we have in front of us.”
Kahala blushed. She’d gotten so caught up in coming up with cool responses to James Corwin’s flirtation that she’d forgotten to act professionally. “Sorry.” Instinct told her to leave the two of them to their business, but she couldn’t see a graceful exit out of the cramped trailer. Whether she ducked left or right, any attempt to leave would involve an intense negotiation between her body and that of James Corwin. She stepped back instead, then looked to Lawrence for direction.
Lawrence drew himself up even taller, so his Adam’s apple poked prominently out of his long, thin neck. “Before you arrived, Mr. Corwin, I was in the middle of delegating loads of work to Kahala here. She’s going to take over dressing Miss Marin for me, all so I can devote the bulk of my time to satisfying your demanding self.” His words sounded light and irreverent, but Kahala caught a strain of sincere irritation running through them.
Corwin must have picked up on that too, because he scowled in response. “I don’t know if I want any more of your attention, Lawrence. That’s what I came to talk to you about.” He sighed. All the playfulness he’d shown with Kahala had gone out of him. He seemed tired and far less glamorous. “The studio’s leaning on me to be here, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. I’ll be professional, I’ll do as I’m told, but I won’t tolerate being made to look or behave like a fool.”

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Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking and excellent bass lines. She always keeps a new e-book loaded on her phone and a paperback stashed in her purse, but her eyes are still bigger than her stomach whenever she visits a bookseller. She blogs at, and tweets @AnnabethLeong . Watch for her next contemporary erotic romance from Ellora's Cave, Heated Leather Lover.