A big welcome to everyone joining me on the Hot Jocks blog tour. I am thrilled to be part of this event because, as many of you already know, writing about super-sexy sportsmen is one of my most favourite things in the world to do :-)
My latest sport themed novel is SCORED and is available on Amazon.
SCORED has already received some great reviews, plus won The Golden Nib Award...
Miz Love Loves Books
Scored--here comes a pun!--is one of the top scorers out of the books I've read so far this year.
I loved the detail given to the aspect of the game. Lily definitely showed her love for soccer and made me feel like I was right there. The romance between Nicky and Lewis was smoldering and when fanned with enough room to breathe it combusted.
I can thoroughly recommend Scored. It’s a clever story with twists and turns and lots of hot sex and football. What more could a girl want!
Okay, so I eat, sleep and breathe football and reporting the beautiful game is my dream career. But that doesn’t mean I don’t have time for a major crush on the England captain, Lewis Tate. The bloke is sex on legs, hot with a capital H. Add in his awe-inspiring talent, his brooding good looks and what’s not to lust after?
So my excitement is sky-high as I set off with the official press team to cover England’s battle for the European Cup. But when a series of unfortunate, or as it turns out fortunate events, attracts Tate’s attention my way, who am I to say no?
Add in a misogynistic manager, an over-zealous colleague, two blue silk ties and some incredible ball-handling skills and it becomes clear the road to victory, for me, will be an intensely erotic journey. Determined to savor every moment, I hang onto my sanity as best I can while living the fantasy and wondering if it can ever become reality. Because once Lewis Tate has taken me to heaven and back, its clear no one else will ever compare.
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Writing a soccer novel was something that had been on my mind for a while. I'm a mad fan, go to any match I can and take a keen interest in the players talents - if you catch my drift...
Inspiration I hear you ask????...here you go...
Mmmm, if you want to see more soccer hunks check out my Pinterest page dedicated to SCORED. And if you fancy reading all about Lewis Tate and Nicky's steamy affair here are the buy links. Also click HERE to read the first chapter for FREE.
As you can see, I'm rather dedicated to hot jocks, and it all began with my HOT ICE series which consists of the following novels.
Also coming soon - High-Sticked
I am an official hockey player groupie, LOL. I just can't stop writing about them. There is something so sexy about their bodies, their brooding expressions and the sheer determination in their eyes when they speed across the rink.
I completely adore getting carried away with their antics off the ice, its easy to do that, these guys are flooded with testosterone. As an author of erotic romance that is like being let loose in a candy shop. It would be hard to pick a favourite of my male characters in this series, though the captain, who features in Slap Shot, Rick 'Ramrod' Lewis, is damn hot if you can take a bit of pain with your pleasure.
Click below to head over to my Hot Ice Pinterest page and maybe see if you can choose a favourite!
Here is an excerpt from Slap Shot - enjoy :-)
Rick was larger than life, his presence all-consuming in my office. It was as though he took up every square inch of physical space simply with his existence. I tried to remember my reasons for not agreeing to a date, for ever having started this damn celibacy thing, but the memories and the knowledge escaped me and in their place a carnal need grew—hungry and desperate, greedy and demanding.
“Dana,” he whispered, his voice like silk over sandpaper. “Just one date, how hard can it be?” His voice dropped lower. “I promise I’ll be a good boy and I won’t sully your pristine reputation.”
I shook my head, confusion running through my brain. Pristine reputation? Old Dana’s reputation was far from pristine, but she hadn’t been around for years.
He reached out and looped a thick finger into a dark curl hanging over my collarbone. When he gently tugged the roots, my scalp screamed for more sensation. It had been so long, too long since a man had touched me in even this small way.
Suddenly something deep inside me snapped. Blood rushed to my face and seared through my body. My hands reached for biceps nearly as wide as my waist and I pushed myself up to meet his dipped head. “Rick,” I murmured, my lips a hairsbreadth from his. “Stop talking about damn dates and pristine reputations and kiss me.”
He didn’t need asking twice.
I gasped as he crushed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue between my teeth with a challenging, ravenous urgency. I gripped the material of his shirt, parting my lips, my tongue chasing for his, tasting him, drawing in the sweet, malty, masculine flavor of his mouth.
He groaned and the sound vibrated from his chest into mine. We were pressed against each other, our bodies touching from our lips to our toes. The taste and feel of him was exquisite, like drowning in dark, forbidden sin. I realized that this was exactly what I wanted. Why the hell had I been resisting all this time? Or maybe I hadn’t, maybe I had just been waiting for him.
God, I wanted this man. I barely knew him but the need was like an all-powerful magnet, a gravitational force. Straining to get closer, to deepen the kiss, I reached high and locked my hands at his nape, pulled him nearer.
“Ah fuck, you taste divine. I knew you would,” he murmured, his lips leaving mine to explore my neck. “And you feel it too.” He slid his big hands down the silken material of my blouse, following the shape of my spine before cupping my rear. He tightened his hold, squeezing me up against the hard wedge of his erection—hot and thick, a solid weight of arousal beneath his suit pants thrusting into my stomach.
I gasped. His cock was so damn huge, so damn solid.
He tore his mouth from my neck. “You better tell me to leave right this fucking instant,” he said in a heavy, warning voice, “if you’re still adamant about not mixing business with pleasure, tell me to get the hell out of here…now.”
“Don’t you dare leave.” I grabbed for the side of his face, kissed him, bit at his bottom lip and tugged. It stretched toward me then I sank in my teeth, just a little.
The sharp nip seemed to send him beyond a point of control. He made a harsh growling sound and plunged his tongue back into my mouth as his fingers worked at my skirt, rucking the tight material upward until it was a band around my waist.
I began tearing at his shirt, fumbling fingers dragging the studs through the holes. My hunger, my impatience was wild and desperate and I didn’t know if it would ever be sated. But I was going to have a damn good try.
He shoved his thigh between my legs and the damp gusset of my panties made contact with his solid leg muscle. My hips began to grind, my desperate clit crying out for stimulation.
“Jeez, you’re a wild thing,” he said, finally ridding himself of his shirt.
I planted my hands on his hot chest. Coarse, dark hairs filled the gaps between my fingers. His lips slanted over mine again and there was a clatter as my clipboard, a pile of pencils and my mobile fell to the floor.
“Wait,” I said, fearing for my laptop.
For the briefest of moments his body left mine to move my laptop to the safety of the floor. I whimpered at the loss of our connection. I’d long since forgotten why I was supposed to be resisting, I was just going to take what I damn well could.
If you would like the chance to win the HOT ICE book of your choice leave me a comment along with your email addy and I will pick winner at random next week.
Have a great day - thanks for stopping by.