SUMMER HEAT BOX SET 10 SPICY NOVELS!
99 CENTS!
For a
limited time, you can buy the Summer
Heat box set, which includes 10 novels from Crimson Romance's Spicy line! Not
short stories, not novellas...but novels. Look below for a few select blurbs and excerpts
BOX SET
BLURB: When the summer sun beats down on the beach, Crimson Romance turns
up the sizzle between the pages. From hot bikers to powerful venture
capitalists and those oh-so-sexy military men in—and out—of uniform, these ten
books put the spotlight on the heroes who make us melt. It’s a collection of
our steamiest stories by these rising stars:
The Wicked Bad—Karyn Gerrard
Infamous—Irene Preston
Prelude to a Seduction—Lotchie Burton
Inventing Sin—Alicia Thorne
His Fantasy Maid—Susan Blexrud
Island Pursuits—Heather Rodney-Diaz
Dangerous Love—Lilou DuPont
Her New Worst Enemy—Christy McKellen
Blitzkrieg Love—Livia Olteano
As If You Never Left Me—Katriena Knights
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Here are a few select excerpts:
The Wicked Bad by Karyn Gerrard
Blurb:
Dark and brooding, Nick Crocetti is a
bad boy in looks and demeanor. Veronica Barnes needs a new start, and Nick is a
complication she doesn’t need.
Can they break
down the barriers of past heartbreak, or is Veronica just a good girl who longs
to rub against “the wicked bad”?
Excerpt:
She followed him toward the beach. The
shoreline wasn't very big, but private, as you couldn't see the road or much
else from their vantage point. Wonder how many other women he brought here, she
thought cynically.
He spread the
blanket and assisted her in sitting down. Again, the touch of his hand made her
face flush as well as parts further south. Nick sat next to her with one leg
bent and he rested his arm on the top of his knee. They sat quietly and gazed
out over the water. The waves caressed the sand with a serene almost hypnotic
sound.
“I saw you talking
to that wuss, Jake Spooner, as I left the other day. I can imagine what he said
about me,” Nick said in a voice so soft, she hardly recognized it as his.
Veronica cleared
her throat uncomfortably.
Nick laughed. “I
see. Go on, amuse me, what did he say?”
“Um, he said you
were in prison—” she began.
“Jail. Not
prison,” he retorted.
“There’s a
difference?”
“You’ve got the
cop for a brother, you tell me,” Nick snapped. He shook his head, more gently
he said, “Sorry. It’s a touchy subject. City jail, for assault and
destruction of property. Prison usually means a state or federal beef. Mine was
local and a long time ago. I did my time and it’s over. I don’t like talking
about it.”
“He called you a
thug and said you deal drugs among other things.” She shouldn’t be telling him
this, but the words tumbled out of her.
“Really? And still
you went out with me? Are you some thrill seeker, one of those good girls eager
to rub up against some wicked bad? Is that why you’re here? I’ll be as bad as
you want, just say the word.”
His voice grew
tight and edgy. Barely restrained anger simmered below the surface, she could
hear it.
“I’m just telling
you what Jake said, you asked.”
Nick stared at her
for several moments. “Yeah. I did. Sorry. I haven’t been out on a date in
awhile.”
“You haven’t been
with any women...”
“Oh, I didn't say I
haven’t been with women, just haven’t been on a date.” The right corner of his
mouth twitched in what Veronica supposed was amusement.
Infamous by Irene Preston
Blurb:
Jessica Sinclair
is Hollywood’s favorite wild-child, so what’s she doing burning cookies and
playing house in the 'burbs? Conservative soccer dad Morgan Riley can’t
figure it out but he’s happy to have her home and heating things up in his
bed. Then Jessica finds herself back in the tabloids…with Morgan’s
teenage daughter right next to her.
Excerpt:
In the elevator,
he fumbled for the room key that would allow them access to the suites on the
top floors. His hands felt big and awkward as they swiped the key through the
reader. If you stripped me
naked on the hors d’oeuvres table. . . .Christ.
She always had a way of knocking him off balance, of peeling away every last
bit of self control. She had thrown the words out so casually, and as soon as
she said them he had pictured doing just that—imagined shoving aside the
crudités and shrimp cocktail and spreading her out like his own personal feast.
The doors closed
and she was in his arms. He pushed her against the elevator wall, his tongue
thrusting urgently into her mouth. She wound around him, humming incoherent
words of encouragement. They weren't nearly close enough. She tilted her head
back, inviting his tongue deeper. He was drowning in the taste of her when he
felt her hands slide down between them. His body jerked.
They were still in
the elevator. He was damned if he was going to make love in a public elevator.
He managed to wrest her hands away from him and anchored them above her head
with one of his own.
“Not here.”
Could she hear the desperation in his voice?
Irene Preston website: www.IrenePreston.com
His Fantasy Maid by Susan Blexrud
Blurb:
On the eve of Jake
Sinclair’s bachelor party, his best man surprises him with a fantasy maid named
Amy. Clad in a bikini, she cleans his house and jump starts his heart. She's
beautiful, smart, and compassionate. Why is a woman like this working as a
fantasy maid? A few days later, with thoughts still distracted by the enigmatic
Amy, Jake crashes his car and wakes in the hospital emergency room where his
fantasy maid is now wearing scrubs and wielding a stethoscope. Is she an
hallucination, or is his fantasy maid a doctor?
Excerpt:
If I believed the
adage, “you are what you do,” my self-concept would be in the toilet, so to
speak. I clean houses in a bikini or French maid get-up, client’s choice,
which contributes little to making the world a better
place. As a
result, my adage is, “you are what you become,” because I’m becoming a
doctor.
But today, I’m Amy
Maitland, fantasy maid.
My best friend and
fellow medical resident, Ellen, knows about my undercover life working for
Fantasy Maids, but she’s the only one. If word got out at the College of
Medicine, I’d be the laughingstock of the University of Central Florida.
My five brothers know I work as a housemaid, which they respect as good, honest
labor, but they don’t know the fantasy aspect. Protective (and
controlling) men that they are, they’d lock me up.
That being said,
it’s not the worst job in the world. I've been a fantasy maid for almost
two years, and so far, none of my clients has tried to assault me. But it’s
always a possibility, considering Florida’s propensity for perverts. The
company (i.e. Rex, the owner, and a part-time secretary) arms us with pepper
spray and an emergency hotline number (Rex’s cell phone), and they screen the
customers to make sure no one’s a registered sex offender. They also
arrange our appointments, and Rex is good about following up…within four or
five days…to make sure we survived the gig.
Her
New Worst Enemy by
Christy McKellen
Blurb:
Six months ago Ellie Holdsworthy’s life was all planned out -
kids, wedding, happy ever after - until her boyfriend dumped her for another
woman. Now her best friend, Penny - an heiress to as mall fortune - looks set
to run off with a gold-digger and Ellie is determined to save her from certain
doom. Unfortunately, the only person who can help is the one person she’d
rather not ask...
Little does Ellie know, persuading her brother’s best
friend - commitment phobic, playboy businessman, Gideon DeLancy- to hold an
intervention at his beautiful Georgian manor would be the easy part. Keeping
her hands off him is a whole other matter.
Excerpt:
Gideon grasped her wrists and pulled them behind her body,
pushing her breasts forwards even more. He held both wrists captive with one
hand and pressed his body closer to her, trapping them. She gasped as his
erection pushed against the top of her buttocks.
“See how much you turn me on,” he whispered again into her ear,
his eyes not leaving hers in the reflection. Blood pounded between her legs
causing a hard ache of need, and she pushed her buttocks against him, loving
the feeling of his obvious arousal for her. As she stared back at the mirror
she was amazed to see how different she looked now. Her breasts were high and
full pushed forward and with her pelvis tipped back, her stomach seemed flatter
and tighter. For the first time in a very long time she looked at her body,
really looked at it, and liked what she saw.
“You see,” he said, kissing along the top of her shoulder.
“Gorgeous.”
He released his hold on her captured wrists and ran his fingers
across where her collar bones pushed against her flesh, to the dip of her neck,
then skimmed down over her breasts, down her stomach to the top of her jeans.
He pulled the buttons roughly open and slipped his hands inside, under her
panties, before pushing them down over her legs.
“Step out of them,” he murmured, and she did as she was told.
She was now standing naked in front of a mirror. In front of Gideon. “Bend
forward and put your hands against the mirror,”he said.
“What?” Her voice was shaky and light with arousal.
“Just do it, Ellie,” he said, kicking her clothes away
from them.
About Christy:
B.K. (Before Kids) Christy worked as a Video and Radio Producer
in London and Nottingham. After a decade of dealing with nappies,tantrums and
endless questions from toddlers, she’s come out the other side and moved into
the wonderful world of literature. She now spends her time writing flirty, sexy
romance with a kick (her dream job!).
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