Hello everyone! How's your fall doing? The weather is definitely getting cooler here in California which is a relief.  I love fall weather and looking forward to playing in leaf piles and making stew and fresh bread and the house smelling from baking.  My son is back to school and having a ball.  My only problem at the moment is the occasional migraine, but overall my health has been good and I've been busy!

First of all, I've sold my first contemporary, which also happens to be a shapeshifter erotic romance, to Ellora's Cave. I'm very nervous to enter the world of contemporary and shapeshifter romance, but I think Nancy's Sweet Spelling Bee is a fun romp. It will be part of their February 2009 "Candy" theme.

 

Robert Wakely was completely infuriating! They were arguing again.  Lost in the heat of the fight, the flashing green of his eyes and the scent of his aggression, Nancy couldn't even remember what they were growling about - something about where to spend Thanksgiving. It was early November and they were on the night from Washington D.C. to the upper reaches of Vermont, where Robert's eldest brother Jack would pick them up and drive them to the family farm across the border in New York State. It was time for the annual Wakely family hockey game, and Robert stood tall and imposing in their little roomette, already wearing the ubiquitous Wakely blue and white hockey jersey. Hockey was serious business for the Wakely Wolves.

Nancy hissed through clenched teeth, trying not to scream at full volume. "You are such a selfish mutt sometimes, Robert! I don't know why I put up with half of your inconsiderate thoughtless drivel!"

"Because you can't resist my beastly charm, woman!"

"Rrowr!" She roared in annoyance with him. Unwilling to admit to how much she wanted him, she spun on her heels and prowled toward the door, practically ripping the hinges as she made to step out. She was halted by Rob's powerful hands gripping her hips.

"Oh no you don't, little sheba."

The pet name she couldn't quite hate drove her crazy, just like his breath searing hot against the back of her neck.  When she was mad at him, she also wanted him - he was ridiculously sexy when possessive and angry.  How many times had she picked a fight with him jut so they could have hot, sweaty, angry sex involving an epic orgasm or three and the sweetest, softest kisses and apologies afterward?

This bout of angry sex promised to be particularly satisfying. His hold on her hips was undeniably fierce, his nails beginning to bite through the fabric of her skirt and dig into her skin. He bent her forward forcefully, so that she had to cling to the sill of the corridor window for support as one of his hands moved up to squeeze her breast and the other pushed up her skirt over her ass.

"Robert! I'm in the hallway." She hissed at him through clenched teeth, not knowing if she wanted him to stop of just get on with it.

"It's two A.M.. Is anyone coming?"

"No…but…"

"Well, shut up and you will be soon!" he growled and she felt her pussy flood in anticipation and resentment all at once. He yanked on her tights in frustration, "Why the fuck are you wearing these fucking things over your beautiful legs?"

"It's November, damn it! It's cold!"

"Not when you're with me it's not." With a long rip, her tights were shreds and her panties were pushed aside. The pad of his thumb stroked carefully over her clit, making sure she was playing her part and that she was ready for him. She arched her ass into him even as her eyes scanned back and forth along the corridor, terrified and titillated by the risk of getting caught with Robert's cock balls deep in her.

I also just got the artwork for Command the Wind, my Elizabethan Paranormal.  I'm really pleased with the overall look and the windblown sexiness of it all.  Tell me, what do you think?