Lora Leigh's Musings

2011-06-27T08:10:00.001-07:00

How do you win Lora Leigh's personal Lawe's Justice Journal, hand written daily detailing the information going into the Breed title Lawe's Justice? This journal includes spoilers to upcoming books, detailed character information within the breed world, almost daily entries detailing the trials, tribulations, joys and pleasures in writing one of Lora's favored characters. Along with winning this one of a kind, never to be duplicated leather journal, you can also win three days, three nights paid room and registration to RAW 2011. Lora's Auction ends on July 1, 2011.

Join the LA Banks charity auction drive.

2010-08-23T07:35:00.001-07:00

The Lora Leigh Romance Book Discussion Group Hosted by Lora Leigh Will be on Saturday, August 28th from 3-5pm. We will be meeting at the Homewood Suites in Hagerstown, MD.
We will be discussing "Bonds of Justice" by Nalini Singh as well as a variety of other subjects, authors, and books.

Please RSVP by August 24th to goshawk21@comcast.net goshawk21@comcast.net so we have an accurate count of arrivals for snacks, drinks etc

2010-07-23T06:37:00.001-07:00

The Lora Leigh Romance Book Discussion Group will be on Saturday, July 24th from 3-5pm. We will be meeting at the Homewood Suites in Hagerstown, MD.

Physical address is 1650 Pullman Lane Hagerstown, Maryland, 21740
GPS address is 190 Railway Lane Hagerstown, Maryland 21740

We will be discussing "Big Bad Wolf" by Christine Warren as well as a variety of other subjects, authors, and books.

Please RSVP by July 22nd to goshawk21@comcast.net This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it so we have an accurate count of arrivals for snacks, drinks etc

2010-06-21T13:44:00.001-07:00

Hello,
The June Lora Leigh Romance Book Discussion Group will be on Saturday, June 26th from 3-5pm. We will be meeting at the Homewood Suites in Hagerstown, MD.
Physical address is 1650 Pullman Lane Hagerstown, Maryland, 21740
GPS address is 190 Railway Lane Hagerstown, Maryland 21740

I'm looking forward to seeing y'all

2010-05-27T11:56:00.000-07:00

Saturday, May 29th, from 3:00 to 5:00, please join me at the Borders Seattles Best Cafe on Garland Groh, in Hagerstown MD for the first of the monthly book discussions I'll be hosting. This week, we'll discuss our favorite authors, the books we'll be reading, and getting to know each other.
I look forward to seeing you there.

2010-04-22T20:34:00.000-07:00

COMING MONDAY APRIL 26, 2010

WOLFE'S HOPE AUDIO BOOK

The first Lora Leigh Audio Book releases Monday.

2010-04-17T11:22:00.000-07:00

I AM IN LOVE WITH RENEGADE!

Nik stole my heart.
I'm finishing the edits on Renegade, and I have to say, I think this is the BEST Elite Ops book yet. I think its even better than Wild Card, and that one was my favorite of all favorites.

Here's a little peek.

RENEGADE
Elite Ops 5

His jaw ached at the force of his teeth grinding together. His hands flexed deliberately around the hand grips of the motorcycle handle bars as he turned toward town and the shop he knew Mikayla would still be working in.
Creating dreams. That was what she did there.
She created dreams in the form of dresses for both the innocent as well as the jaded. In each stitch of each design that she created herself, she lived her own dreams.
Dreams of romance and adventure, dreams of candlelit nights and passion.
And he knew, in a back room of her own home, she was creating her own dream. The first fragile form of a white gown that she would one day wear as she walked down the aisle herself.
He’d seen it when he had slipped into her home. His fingers had touched the fragile lace of the underskirt she had begun as his eyes had memorized the sketch on the table.
Mikayla was creating her wedding gown. A creation of satin and lace, of beads and ivory. A gown she would wear for the man who would claim her heart forever.
Nik couldn’t allow himself to be that man.
There was a part of himself that clenched in fury at the thought of any other man claiming that place in her life, though he knew it was a place he could never claim himself.
Damned if he did, damned if he didn’t.
His job here was to find out why Mikayla Martin was lying about what she had seen.
His opinion was, if she was lying, then she was the best damned liar he had ever laid his eyes on. Or simply a woman he wanted more than he had ever wanted any other woman.
The potential for destruction was only growing.

2010-04-13T20:24:00.000-07:00

Meeting at the Pullman Plaza in Huntington, W.Va.

April 15th, Thursday, between six and seven or eight, I will be in the lobby of the Pullman Plaza Hotel to talk to anyone who wants to stop by and talk books.

Lora Leigh

2010-04-12T22:50:00.000-07:00

A trip out of town
I'll be in Huntington W.Va Weds thru Friday to complete planning for RAW 2010.
Be watching tomorrow for a day and time that I will be in the lobby of the Pullman Plaza hotel in Huntington if anyone wants to stop by for an impromptu chat on Lion's Heat or upcoming books. It will most likely be an evening meeting and I'm sorry for the late notice, but if you're in the area, I would love to see you.
I'll post the information by tomorrow at five est.

2010-04-12T21:56:00.000-07:00

About Cassie...
It's really too soon to tease, but I'm getting so many emails, and all the love and intrest in Cassie prompts me to tease just a little bit.
Now, Cassie is only nineteen, so understand, she has a little growing up to do before she can actually deal with her mate.
Yes, her mate has whispered to me. A breed has claimed her. But this has happened before and the heroine has firmly denied him, so I'm not giving away the secret just yet.
Let's say this.
He's very special.
He's a breed with qualities, and with certain gifts that it will take a very extraordinary heroine to deal with.
He's a breed that knows himself too well, and though he wants to protect her from himself, a part of himself is incredibly selfish when it comes to her.
He's a breed that doesn't believe any part of him is a man.
He's a breed that can endanger her, and he knows he has to be patient right now, he has to be careful.
Cassie's book is planned, and is slowly being plotted.
Cassie needs to grow up a bit, she needs a bit more strength under her belt, and she needs to show Dash she's a woman not a child before he will ever be able to allow her mate to live once he learns who it is.
Letting go isn't going to be easy for the father. He knows her weaknesses, her nightmares. Nightmares that you will begin glimpsing soon.
Please be patient. Cassie is part of an overall idea that is slowly developing.
I can't write Cassie, until other parts have released. Styx's Storme is a very important part of Cassie's growth experience. It's also an important part of Dane's upcoming story. Though his story too is still a little bit away.
I have so far 25 Breed books still to go, and more characters just keep popping up.
Dog, Mutt and Mongrel.
Lawe and Rule
Mordecai
Chimera
Shiloh
Simon
Ely, Ice and Jackal
I'm getting there. LOL
A couple of breed ghosts that you meet in Lion's Heat.
Diana, who you meet in Lions Heat.
So many breeds are coming.

I hope you continue to enjoy reading them.

2010-04-11T10:10:00.000-07:00

Romantic Times Convention
Columbus Ohio
April 28 to May 2, 2010

I'm getting ready to leave at the end of the month for the RT Convention.
I wasn't able to attend last year, but I'm really looking forward to this one.
Sylvia Day and I are hosting a workshop Thursday from 10:00 to 11:00. There will be some great prizes and lots of fun, so I hope to see you there.
The rest of my schedule is as follows:

10:00 AM - 11:00 AM READER: READERS’ APPRECIATION WORKSHOP WITH LORA LEIGH AND SLYVIA DAY
THURSDAY: Join #1 New York Times bestselling author Lora Leigh and national bestselling author Sylvia Day for an hour celebrating the special connection between authors and their readers. With giveaways, Q & A, exclusive sneak peeks at upcoming books, and lots of laughter, this is an hour you don’t want to miss!.
Hosted by: S.J. Day aka Sylvia Day and Lora Leigh

4:00 PM - 6:00 PM RT BOOK REVIEWS AWARDS CEREMONY
THURSDAY: RT BOOK REVIEWS Career Achievement and Reviewers' Choice Awards
Hosted by: RT BOOK REVIEWS

11:00 AM - 2:00 PM GIANT BOOK FAIR
SATURDAY: Where can you meet your favorite authors, get your pic taken with them or a cover model, or get a sneak preview to what's coming out in the wonderful world of women's fiction? At the one and only RT Booklovers Convention Book Fair! Over 300 authors will autograph books, posters and bookmarks, and you can bring your favorite "keeper" books to have your fav author sign them!!

12:05 PM - 1:30 PM AUTHOR SPEED MEETING
SUNDAY: Go one-on-one with bestselling authors who will switch tables every 15 minutes to meet seated fans and booksellers

I look forward to seeing everyone who attends. I'll be out and about through the entire convention meeting and talking to as many as I can. I'm really looking forward to this.

2010-04-10T22:49:00.000-07:00

I'm finishing edits on Renegade tonight
and beginning in the next day or so, I begin Styx's story, from the Breeds series, Styx's Storm.
I'm really looking forward to my chocolate loving Scotsman.
Let's see how much trouble he can cause. :)

2010-04-10T22:38:00.000-07:00

There was a booksigning today at Borders at Hagerstown MD.
Yes, I truly did forget to announce it. I had forgotten we had finalized the plans for it back in the winter, and became caught up in completing several books. This won't happen again.
The past year and a half is slowly easing behind me, and life is becoming peaceful.
I'm not so used to peaceful. :) But that's where life is. There's a lot of books to complete to get out to you, and I'm running behind, but slowly catching up I think.
Thank you to the ladies who were at the booksigning, we had a great time.
And those who are in the Hagerstown area, please visit Bordens on May 29th between 3:00 to 5:00 when the first book club meeting that I'm hosting will begin.
I'm looking forward to that. It will be great to hear about new authors and talk books with a group of readers. So be sure to join us there.
And yes, I promise to post more reminders closer to the event.

2010-04-06T09:16:00.000-07:00

Available in April by Lora Leigh!

"LION'S HEAT is without a doubt my favorite Lora Leigh release to date. This novel flows very easily with plot twists and turns, old and new questions are solved and asked, and Jonas finds the other half of his heart." Natalie ~ Read more at Romance Junkies

"This next highly anticipated novel of the Breeds is powerful and sensual with enough fast-paced action to make your head spin. A Lora Leigh novel is always a must- read!" Mandy Burns ~ Read More at Fresh Fiction

"The incredible Lora Leigh continues to write about the breeds while keeping the story fresh and new. While in some series you can feel that you have read the story before but the names are different the breeds' series is not like this. Go, Lora Leigh go!" Karla ~ Read More at Night Owl Romance

"Lion’s Heat is the novel that Jonas Wyatt needed and I quite happily Joyfully Recommend it. I couldn't put it down and I have since read it two more times. It is phenomenal." Talia Ricci ~ Read More at Joyfully Reviewed

Lion's Heat by Lora Leigh
Publisher: Berkley (Available April 6, 2010)
ISBN-10: 0425233804
ISBN-13: 978-0425233801

The mating urge cannot be ignored...

Bad boy Jonas Wyatt knows it is fate that Rachel becomes his mate. He can sense it. He can also sense her reluctance. But she has little power over the mating heat of the Breeds. It is Jonas's destiny to claim her. And nothing will stop him from having his way.

EXCERPT from Lion's Heat by Lora Leigh (c)...(unedited)

For the first time in her life, Rachel Broen was terrified. It wasn't fear. It was soul destroying, mind numbing, and silently screaming terror.

She couldn't scream aloud, it would draw notice. Notice that her tears and ragged sobs wouldn't draw, weren't drawing as she slid her unassuming little Civic into the deserted parking lot of the Bureau of Breed Affairs.

The night guard on duty had taken her pass without much notice. He knew her car; he'd seen enough of her to know who she was. It wasn't unusual for her to leave late, or to arrive early if she was commanded to do so by the autocratic bureau director, Jonas Wyatt.

The guard had easily accepted her hasty excuse that she'd forgotten to update his memos and his morning schedule, and that it had to be done tonight.

He hadn't noticed her torn blouse; the jacket she wore covered it. He hadn't seen the bruise she could feel spreading across the right side of her face, or the swollen condition of her right eye.

The blow had been carefully delivered.

Jumping from the car she felt the rough asphalt bite into her bare feet as she stumbled before racing to the door. It took two attempts to get her electronic card pass to activate the doors and release the locks.

A thin sob tore from her chest as she nearly fell through the door and ran for the stairs that led to the third floor and the private offices of the director, Jonas Wyatt.

Jonas. The manipulating, calculating bastard. This was his fault. He'd played too many games. He'd pushed the wrong people and had so erroneously believed they would come after him.

She tripped, her knee slamming into a step, the skin breaking as a ragged scream of rage and pain tore from her lips.

She was paying for it.

Oh God. She was paying for it. She was paying for her stubbornness, her determination... No, she wasn't paying for it. The bruises, the agony tearing through her leg, the ragged pain in her side from the fist she had taken earlier, the bruises on her face, they were nothing. She would suffer that pain a thousand times over. She would suffer the fires of hell if only her child was safe.

Jonas. He was here.

A strangled scream tore from her lips as she fought to breath, to race up the second flight of stairs. One more flight. Dear God, she was almost there.

Jonas was here. She knew he was. He had warned her that evening not to come to work tomorrow. He had known his enemies were tracking him. He'd known, the son of a bitch, he'd known and just as she'd warned him months ago, when they struck, it wouldn't be him they went after.

She had never believed they would come after her child.

"Jonas!" She tried to scream out his name as fumbled the electronic key at the door to the main offices.

Sliding it again, again, and still it wouldn't work.

"Jonas please..." she screamed out again, terrified he would ignore her, knowing he had to hear her.

He was a breed.

The lock released, the heavy steel door flew open, and nearly pitched her to the floor as the door to Jonas' office was jerked open across the room.

He's here, and he isn't alone. She barely saw the others though. She saw his face, hated and yet adored. His eyes, alive in his bronzed face, swirls of silver mercury as he jumped to her, barely catching her before she fell to the floor.

"You bastard!" An open handed slap to his shocked face as sobs tore from her, tears making her vision cloudy as terror choked her, ripping the breath from her body. "I warned you! I warned you they wouldn't strike you!"

Men of Danger Anthology
Publisher: St. Martin's Paperbacks (Available April 27, 2010)
ISBN-10: 0312576366
ISBN-13: 978-0312576363

Includes...

"Hannah's Luck" by LORA LEIGH
When burglars try to break into her home, kindergarten teacher Hannah Brookes is lucky to have Sheriff Rick Grayson on her side. Especially when their mutual attraction leads to distraction...

"Reckless" by RED GARNIER
Police detective Zach Rivers isn't the only man in Phoenix who's obsessed with the beautiful Paige Avery--but he's definitely the sexiest and, quite possibly, the most dangerous...

"Tempt Me" by ALEXIS GRANT
R&B star Anita has beauty, talent, fame--and her very own stalker--which is why she needs a professional bodyguard. But can she resist mixing business with pleasure when the hired muscle is to die for?

"Love Me 'til Death" by LORIE O'CLARE
Homicide detective Ashley Jones hates working with the FBI. But Chase Reed is one special agent whose rule-breaking methods, razor-sharp mind, and rock-hard body make for one killer combination...

Meet Lora Leigh + Many More Authors at RAW2010!
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Where to find News from Lora Leigh...

Website
http://www.loraleigh.com/

Forum
http://pub4.bravenet.com/forum/330493581/

Blog
http://loraleighmusings.blogspot.com/

MySpace
http://profile.myspace.com/loraleighromance

Newsletter
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Chatters group
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/loraleighchatters/

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2010-03-02T13:32:00.000-08:00

Black Jack is Available Today!

"With powerfully written fight scenes, stimulating love scenes, and a surprise ending, BLACK JACK will worm its way into your heart." Natalie ~ Romance Junkies ~ Read more at RomanceJunkies.com

Black Jack by Lora Leigh
Publisher: St. Martin's (Available March 2, 2010)
ISBN-10: 0312945825
ISBN-13: 978-0312945824

The Secret Service can't control him. The British government can't silence him. But renegade agent Travis Caine is one loose cannon you don't want to mess with, so his commanders cut him a break--and cut him loose. His new HQ is America's top intelligence force, Elite Ops. His new code name is "Black Jack". And his new assignment is to die for.

She's smart, sexy, scintillating--and one of Elite Ops' savviest agents. Lillian Belle's code name is "Night Hawk", and Travis certainly wouldn't mind flying a few midnight maneuvers with her. But when their mission turns into a red-hot game of danger, deceit, and double-crossed signals, Travis begins to wonder: Can he trust her? Can he resist her?

PURCHASE FROM AMAZON

Read an Adult excerpt at Lora's site HERE.

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Website
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2010-02-03T07:54:00.000-08:00

Get something Nauti by Lora Leigh!

Available Today!

Lora Leigh's Nauti series is one that absolutely no one should miss. The characters are brilliant, sexy and real; while the high-octane action and soul-gripping plots have you on the edge of your seat. I loved it!" Mandy Burns ~ Fresh Fiction ~ Read More...

"Lora Leigh has spun a smoldering hot tale of secret passion and erotic deceptions." Natalie S. ~ Romance Junkies ~ Read More...

"Now the storyline set in motion with the first book is coming to a head, and Rogue is at the center of it all. But Zeke doesn't know who to trust, and he can't keep his hands off Rogue. Five years of holding back is enough for any man, and Zeke has had his fill of denial." Chris ~ Night Owl Reviews ~ Read More...

Nauti Deceptions by Lora Leigh
Publisher: Berkley Trade (Available February 2, 2010)
ISBN-10: 0425232557
ISBN-13: 978-0425232552

Caitlyn "Rogue" Walker left her life in Boston to become a teacher in a small Kentucky town. But her dream was shattered when she was framed in a sex scandal. Refusing to be run out of town, Caitlyn shed the identity she had and became Rogue. Sheriff Zeke Mayes knows there's more to her than meets the eye, though what meets the eye is pretty smoking. He's prepared for a long struggle getting Rogue to drop her defenses-and give in to desire. But soon Zeke will become embroiled in a deadly game that sweeps Rogue up in its wake. And when everything seems to be a matter of life and death, there is no reason to hold back...

Read an excerpt at Lora's site HERE.

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2009-12-22T07:58:00.000-08:00

January special signing events with Lora Leigh!

SPECIAL Book signings for GUILTY PLEASURE include a talk, plus question and answer session with Lora Leigh. This is your chance to meet Lora in person and a little birdie told us that there 'may' be a limited quantity of sneak peek excerpts available from Lion's Heat. You know how Lora loves to tease, so don't miss these events!

THURSDAY, JANUARY 7, 7PM - HAGERSTOWN, MD

6:30 PM Arrive
7:00PM Begin

TALK/Q&A/SIGN
BORDERS
17636 Garland Groh Blvd
Hagerstown, MD 21742
Contact: Gillian Plaunt (202) 466-2152

SATURDAY, JANUARY 9, 1PM - MARTINSVILLE, WV

12:30 PM Arrive
1:00PM Begin

TALK/Q&A/SIGN
BOOKS A MILLION
300 Retail Commons Pkwy
Martinsburg, WV
Contact: Kay Blackman (304) 264-0828

Guilty Pleasure by Lora Leigh
Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin (Available January 5, 2010)
ISBN-10: 0312541864
ISBN-13: 978-0312541866

Marty Matthews swore she would never allow herself to be drawn into the secret, forbidden pleasures that the women she had grown up with enjoyed. Women whose husbands or lovers were members of the exclusive "Club", where they took a selected "third" into their beds. Now, Marty is an FBI agent and her brand new case has put the one man she can't have in her sights.

Marty's boss is convinced Khalid is involved in a plot to derail talks between his uncle and the President to strengthen ties between the US and the Middle East, and he wants Marty to get close enough to Khalid to prove it. However, Khalid is a member of the Club and he offers to introduce her to the kind of guilty pleasure Marty swore she would never experience. And even though danger lurks around every corner, there is no way to escape the man who threatens not only her control, but her very heart.

Read an excerpt at Lora's site HERE.

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2009-10-03T12:37:00.000-07:00

Lora Leigh: New Website and New Releases!

We're excited to announce a brand new website design for Lora Leigh! It's updated with all the latest news, including an excerpt from HOT FOR THE HOLIDAYS, plus MORE excerpts in the 'Coming Soon' section as well as current releases! Don't miss the 'Printable Book List' and tidbits from Lora about upcoming books in the 'News and Reviews' section. Click on 'Read More' to get to blurbs and excerpts for each book. Check back frequently for more news... updated weekly! http://www.loraleigh.com (warning - this is an adult site so expect adult content)

Hot for the Holidays by Lora Leigh, Angela Knight, Anya Bast, Allyson James
Publisher: Jove (Available September 29, 2009)
ISBN-13: 978-0515147001

Something passionate. Something mysterious. Something sexy.

And something totally inviting.

It's the perfect gift for the holidays.

Four bestselling authors invite readers to spend the night with these never-before-published novellas spiced with sexy romance and paranormal passion. So come in out of the cold and experience the thrill of a soul-stirring new tale of the Breeds from Lora Leigh, a return to the beguiling world of the Mageverse from Angela Knight, and two more mesmerizing and unexpected stories of sensual surprises and seasonal spirits from Anya Bast and Allyson James

Includes A Christmas Kiss by Lora Leigh, which is Hawke's and Jessica's story...

READ AN EXCERPT AT LORA'S SITE: http://www.loraleigh.com/

It all began with one night of explosive passion...

Heat Seeker by Lora Leigh
Publisher: St. Martin's Paperbacks (Available on September 1, 2009)
ISBN-13: 978-0312945817

John Vincent has always led a life of danger, and now he has every reason to want to remain as dead as the obituary in the Australian papers had proclaimed him to be. He'd left nothing behind in the life he had once led--except for one woman, and one night of unforgettable passion. Now, both will return to haunt him...

Bailey Serborne is still tormented by a past she can't change and a man she hasn't been able to forget. A man who was supposed to be dead. But now, a stroke of fate has revealed that sometimes, a woman is given a second chance to heal her heart--and exact the sweetest revenge...

READ AN EXCERPT AT LORA'S SITE: http://www.loraleigh.com/

2009-08-10T11:30:00.000-07:00

Bengal's Heart by Lora Leigh Available Today - Excerpt!

"BENGAL'S HEART will make you laugh, possibly cry. It will keep you on the edge of your seat with the twists and turns of an innovative plotline. The love scenes are raw and earthy and simply filled with passion." Natalie ~ Romance Junkies

Bengal's Heart by Lora Leigh

ISBN: 0425229025

Publisher: Berkley (Available August 4, 2009)

Reporter Cassa Hawkins has always supported Breed rights--especially in light of a specimen like Cabal St. Laurents, the epitome of the male animal. But when the Breeds are incriminated in a series of violent murders, it's left to Cassa and Cabal to discover the truth before they become prey.

EXCERPT from Bengal's Heart by Lora Leigh ©...(unedited)

He stumbled. Weakness rushed through him.

He'd lost too much blood. His strength was depleted. There was nothing left but the aching rage, the agony of loss and the taste of defeat. He had sworn to save them, and because of this woman's thoughtlessness, because of her trust in the wrong man, he had lost everything he had held dear to himself.

He stumbled, going nearly to his knees before he caught himself. Swaying, he forced himself upright as the sliding metal doors into the control room were pushed open, and the scent of breeds filled the room.

There was no threat, no feeling of danger. The animal inside himself recognize the animals pushing into the blood filled room. The rescue forces the scientists had been so worried about. Headed by a breed that even the Genetics Council was rumored to fear, Jonas Wyatt.

Cabal lifted his head and stared back at them, noting their expressions of disbelief at the sight of the male dying on the floor and the female staring up at him with equal parts fear and anger.

She recognized him for the animal he was, and she knew he had stamped her with his ownership. She would walk his line and by all that was holy he would ensure that she paid the price for ever allowing another to touch her.

He almost stopped in shock at that thought. He would have, except one of the men stepped for the woman. His hand reach out to grip her arm, to pull her to her feet. And Cabal was there.

He locked his fingers around the man's wrist and snarled out a warning. A primal, feral sound that had the female flinching.

What was this imperative need inside him? What had the animal pushing forward once again in rage where this woman was concerned. He should want her out of his sight, out of his mind. Never did he want to have to think of the horrors he had faced here or the mutilations that had occurred within that devils pit of death.

He could still smell the blood of his family. They shared his blood.Each of them, created of the same DNA of the same Bengal, created of the sperm from the same donor. They were true family. Blood family. And he had lost them all.

"Mine," he hissed back at the other breed male, ignoring the arrogance, the dominance in the swirling gray eyes that stared back at him. "Her debt belongs to me."

The male looked from his wrist where Cabal held him firmly, then back to his eyes. There was an edge of danger in those silver eyes. An edge of pure, primal command. The scent of it was in the air, the strength and power of the animal he faced would be one he would be hard pressed to defeat, even at full strength.

"You're wrong." The dark, even tone had the hairs at the back of Cabal's neck lifting in warning. "You're hurt, and weak, Bengal," he said softly. "I'll let this one go. But she's not one you can use, and she's not one you can harm."

"Her debt is mine," he hissed again, baring his canines as he pushed his face closer to the other breeds. Nearly nose to nose now, the battle of wills was one Cabal feared he may well lose if pushed. But he would fight. He would fight to his last drop of blood.

"She owes no debt," the other warned him, his voice lowering further. "Don't make this mistake."

Cabal's gaze moved to her husband and back to the breed male determined to stand in his way now.

"She trusted him." His tongue felt thick, awkward. "She touched him, followed him. He betrayed you all." There was a sneer in his voice now. The bastard would have never betrayed him. Cabal would have smelled the scent of his deceit from the first meeting. He would have never allowed such a creature to live.

"Her debt is not his," the other repeated.

"She is mine!" Cabal snapped in reply. "Interfere with this breed and you'll die."

He could smell the weapons trained on him, sensed the other breeds as they watched the confrontation.

Available Today online at Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Borders or in person at your favorite bookstore.

2009-01-22T11:18:00.000-08:00

Lora Leigh News including a Sneak Peek of Coyote's Mate

Great Reviews for Only Pleasure!"A sizzling hot love story guaranteed to heat up the cold winter nights." Mandy Burns ~ Fresh Fiction"craftily written...highly emotional, insanely scorching, and truly outstanding novel." Natasha Smith ~ Romance Junkies"ONLY PLEASURE is a wild ride into eroticism balanced with an equal measure of pure romance." Jennifer ~ Wild on Books "Chase and Kia steamed off the pages and when Khalid was part of the action, erotic does not seem a strong enough word. Flaming hot is one word I would use, heart breaking is another when I discovered just what Kia had gone through and had to face yet again. Satisfying is yet another word to describe my reactions and emotions as I finished Only Pleasure." Jo ~ Joyfully Reviewed

ONLY PLEASURE by Lora Leigh made the New York Times Bestsellers list for Trade Paperback Fiction!

Only Pleasure by Lora Leigh(Book 10 of the Bound Hearts Series)

Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin (Available Now)

ISBN-10: 0312368739ISBN-13: 978-0312368739

Since Chase Falladay came to her rescue two years ago, Kia Stanton has never been able to forget the powerful man or the kind of life he leads. So two years later when she runs into Chase and his friend, Khalid, and leaves with them that night, she knows exactly where it is all heading. However, little prepares her for what it is like to be in Chase's arms, and in his bed. After years of holding back, Kia is finally able to be the woman she's always dreamed of being in his arms.Kia is a dream Chase has not allowed himself to entertain. Now that he has her, it's her heart he's after and he's determined to win it, no matter the cost. And even though they both agreed that it would only be for pleasure, somewhere along the way it becomes an all-consuming love.

Sneak Peek of Chapter One of Only Pleasure by Lora Leigh ©...(unedited excerpt)

Two Years Later

It was snowing. Of course, it was December in Washington D.C., it was bound to snow eventually. The fat, fluffy flakes drifted like a wintry cape from the dark cloud laden sky. There was little breeze, so it fell and piled and between the time it took Kia Stanton to escape from the hotel and the very boring party she had attended to the little corner bar, it had covered the sidewalks.
The salt trucks were already running, their little plows lifted for the time being. The heavily traveled streets of Alexandria would stay clear for a while yet. The sidewalks were another matter.

She stepped carefully in her three inch heels. They were perfectly safe to wear in the hotel, but here, on the slick sidewalk was another story. She held the skirt of her winter white velvet dress to her ankles and wished she had just attempted to grab a cab and risk going home rather than attempting to hide for a while.

There were few places she could hide where she wasn't known. The bar seemed the least likely place. She had been inside it a time or two before in the past year. It was close to the hotels she was forced to attend events in, and those events invariably included her ex-husband, Drew.
She lowered her head as she ducked into the bar, pulling the wrap that was much too light for this weather around her cold arms.

She waved to the bartender and he nodded quickly as she headed to the table she always snagged. In the corner, where it was dark and shadowed and she could watch. Just watch the patrons as they chatted, laughed, joked.

Friends came in with friends or business associates. They could get a little loud, but they laughed and slapped each other on the back and had fun.

"It's a little cold out there tonight, honey." The barmaid, a young woman named Andrea sat a chilled bottle of beer in front of her and smiled back at her in concern as she let her eyes rove over her evening gown.

Andrea was quiet, a dark brunette with laughing gray eyes and a smile for everyone. Her sweater and jeans attested to the fact that the chill in the air outside often seeped inside here as well.

"Yes it is," Kia agreed as she accepted the beer. "They're calling for several inches of snow tonight and much more in the morning."

"Ten inches last I heard," Andrea agreed. "We should all just hunker down with a hot man and a hotter fire."

Kia smiled as Andrea turned away.

The pub wasn't very full tonight. The middle of the week, the weekend crowd wasn't here. She sipped at her beer and pulled the wrap closer around her shoulders, restraining a shiver as she looked around.

From where she sat, most of the room was visible to her. The two back corners were as shadowed as her own. They were private, cocooned with darkness.

She sighed deeply as she played with the chilled bottle of beer, stared down at her fingers and wondered why the hell she had come here. She could have gotten a room at the hotel. Drew would have known of course, and getting her room number would have been easy for him, but he couldn't have gotten in. She could have just called security. Except, the thought of the battle she would face there had her flinching. Drew wasn't above causing a scene, and he hadn't yet realized that she didn't give a damn.

All fear of societies gossip had been burned out of her the day she had been forced to retract her knowledge of exactly what her husband was, and what he had been a part of.

In two years, she hadn't forgotten that moment in time for even a single day. Or night. Some nights, she dreamed of it, and the dreams where much different than what had happened in reality.

She smiled at the thought of that. How brave she was in her dreams. And in those dreams, Chase Falladay had tempted her to acts that her ex-husband could have never convinced her to become a part of.

She picked at the paper on the beer bottle and tried to tell herself that it was only the loneliness brewing inside her that made those dreams seem so very intriguing.

Two years. She'd divorced, she had no friends. She had learned that lesson quickly. She had had only a few friends at that time, and once one of them had started the gossip concerning the club she still wasn't certain about, the others had taken up the cause and added to it. By time she had managed to do the damage control Chase had requested of her, it had blown so far out of proportion that no one would have believed it anyway.

But, she had learned valuable lessons from that event. She had learned to trust no one. Except, perhaps Chase. She almost smiled. She'd done as he told her and sued for a high divorce settlement. She'd gotten it easily. But it hadn't compensated for the pain, the humiliation, or the knowledge that her marriage had been a lie from the first day.

She tipped the beer to her lips once again, her gaze straying across the room. As she lowered the bottle she frowned, her eyes narrowing on that back corner.

It couldn't be him she told herself. That devil's black hair reflecting in a sudden spear of light, a profile that was as strong and as determined as the man himself was.

But it was him. She knew it was, and he had company.

She wasn't going to wonder at the sudden trip of her heart, the knowledge that her greatest sexual fantasy was in this bar with a man everyone in the free world knew, had no problems what so ever getting wild and depraved.

Chase Falladay and Khalid el Hamid Mustafa, the bastard of some little known Middle Eastern prince. He was in the news often, the gossip columns even more often. And he was sitting there with Chase.

As she stared, Chase's head lifted, his eyes narrowing through the smoky gloom, finding her instantly.

The breath left her throat. He couldn't know it was her. There was even less light here than there was in his corner. Then Khalid turned as well, his black eyes amused, his expression sensual as he lifted a glass and toasted her.

Shock raced through her. There was no way to run now, no way to hide. This wasn't a society ball or event where she all she had to do was drift to another pocket of guests and so on to avoid either of them.

Chase, because he was a temptation. Khalid because he was known to help Chase tempt the women they shared in the past months.

News of the club of men who shared their women may have died down over the years, but there were certain men rumored, always rumor only, to enjoy that particular pleasure more than any other.

Only a few, as though those brave, hungry souls relished the gossip they caused.

She took a long sip of the beer to ease the dryness in her mouth as she jerked her gaze away from them. They couldn't truly know who she was, she assured herself. She had to assure herself of that, otherwise, she'd never be able to force herself to stay in place.

Chase stared into the corner, wondering if Kia had any idea how the light spilled from the bar and glistened over the winter white velvet wrap and dress she wore. She looked like a snow princess fallen from the cloudy skies. Soft creamy flesh, champagne blonde hair, blue eyes, wide with a hint of nerves and fear. And something else.

Hell, he had to be drunk. That something else couldn't have been there.

"I wondered how long it would take her to get curious," Khalid remarked as he turned back to Chase.

"Curious about what?" Chase asked, watching as the lights caught the twinkle of diamonds in her upswept hair.

"About you my friend, and the pleasures you could give her. I've watched her gaze sweep over you for two years now. And wondered what she hid beneath those lashes that swept over her eyes each time," he explained.

Chase snorted. "Hatred?"

Khalid shook his head. "Never that." His smile was hard, curling with knowledge. "The two of you tip toe around each other as though you're terrified of the electricity flashing between you. She knows what you are." He leaned forward at that point. "And still, she's curious. I of course would be available if you needed a third."

"You're horny," Chase growled. "Who says I'd pick you for my third anyway?"

Khalid chuckled at that. "Who cares? A woman such as that one, you would have no hardship in finding a man willing to provide that service. But I would know immeasurable pleasure in being so chosen."

The amusement in Khalid's black eyes had Chase shaking his head at the other man.

"Perhaps it is fear that holds you back?" Khalid grinned then. "Your brother Cameron I have learned is floating in monogamous bliss where his woman Jaci is concerned. Perhaps, you are afraid it is contagious?"

Chase tore his gaze from Kia. She looked cold. She was too close to the door to manage any warmth dressed as she was. As soft, as delicate as she looked in it, she had to be freezing.
She tugged the wrap more firmly around her shoulders when Chase realized he hadn't torn his gaze from her for long. Perhaps a second. Maybe.

"Why not ask her to join us for a drink?" Khalid suggested. "She would be well hidden here with us." He waved a broad hand at the corner next to Chase. "And I have no doubt she wouldn't be warmer."

Chase was rising to his feet before Khalid was finished talking. He ignored the other man's laughter and moved across the room. She would join them, or he would take her home. Any other option was out of the question. She was tempting him to the point that his back teeth ached at the thought of touching her, and he wasn't thinking about the erection pounding beneath his slacks.
She watched him as he approached. He felt her eyes on him, raking over him, nervous little looks that made him tense in arousal. She'd been doing to this to him even before her ex-husband had tried to force her into a ménage. And he'd been furious that Drew had chosen to try to draw her into that lifestyle without her knowledge beforehand.

"You look like a snow fairy," he leaned against the heavy post that supported the ceiling, only a few feet from her table.

Her gaze lifted, her slender neck rippling as she swallowed tightly.

"Well, it is snowing tonight," she cleared her throat.

It was there between them, he could feel it. He could see it in her eyes, almost taste in the air around them. If she left that table to join him, it was going to be for much more than a drink.
He glanced away from her for a moment, acknowledging that every attempt he had made to stay away from her had just flown the hell out the window.

When he turned back, his jaw clenched.

"I'm not playing games with you Kia. I have too damned much respect for you that that." He held his hand out to her. "Would you like to join us?"

She looked over to where Khalid had turned in his chair enough to watch them. His dark eyes gleamed with sensual, sexual knowledge. Just as Chase's did.

She stared at his hand.

She had wondered for two years what being with him would be like. What the pleasure could be. The knowledge in his eyes when he told her, it was only for the pleasure.

"What if I can't?" she whispered, knowing what he meant. "What then?"

"Then you can't." He continued to hold his hand out. "It's your choice."

It was her choice. She hadn't been offered a choice before, she had nearly been raped by her husband instead.

But this wasn't Drew. This was the man that had been honest with her from the start. He had, in small ways perhaps, but in ways impossible for her to miss, protected her.

She looked at his hand again, remembering the dreams, the fantasies, and all the lonely nights she had assured herself, if this night ever came, she would have the courage to take his hand.
She stood slowly, holding her wrap around her shoulders with one hand as she saw Khalid rise from his chair in the back of the room.

"The limo's outside." Chase took her hand in his, broad, warm fingers wrapping around her smaller, paler ones. "Are you going home?"

Where she was alone? Where she could dream about him rather than taking her courage in both hands and becoming the woman she had been wishing she could be.
Bold. Courageous.

She was breathing harshly. She could feel her breasts rising and falling, felt his gaze flick over them as he began to pull her to the door.

"I don't want to go home yet," she finally whispered.

Available February 3, 2009!

Reviewer Top Pick! "...a page-turning tale that you will hate to see end" Susan ~ Night Owl Romance

Coyote's Mate by Lora Leigh (Coyote Breeds, Book 2)

Publisher: Berkley (Available February 3, 2009)

ISBN-10: 0425226336ISBN-13: 978-0425226339

For six years Anya Korbin worked with Del-Rey Delgato--the genetically altered rebel known as the Coyote Ghost--to free a group of coyote women kept in her father's lab. As Anya matured into a woman, she and Del-Rey grew close...but then he broke his promise and killed her father. Now she must deal with her animalistic desire for the one who betrayed her.

Sneak Peek of Chapter One of Coyote's Mate by Lora Leigh ©...(unedited excerpt)

Anya was where she was supposed to be, but things weren't going as they had been planned. Nothing had gone as planned. When she returned to the labs that evening, within hours, the attack came.

There was no warning. There was no call. Security alarms were blaring, cell doors were opening as safeguards were overrode and locks on the weapons rooms deactivated.

She pushed the scientists into a secure, hidden wall she had found the month before. They hadn't been here long enough evidently to know all the secrets of the labs. Dr. Chernov had replaced the aging scientists ten years before and brought his protégé, a much younger female scientist along with him.

"Don't leave. Don't move," she ordered them. "Stay here until you hear only silence."

Pale, shaking in shock, the two scientists did as they were told, huddling in the little room as Anya slid the secured door closed and rushed to the exits that led to the cold, desolate land above ground.

"Anya, get out of here," Sofia Ivanov, one of the administrative assistants gripped her arm and dragged her down another hall. "Go that way." She pointed to the stairs. "They're free. I'll cover you."

Cover her? Anya stared behind her as doctors raced from labs with weapons drawn. They were firing on personnel? Shock rushed through her, tore through her mind. She knew those men and women. Knew them well. And they were firing on the personnel attempting to escape?

"Run damn you!" Sofia pushed her to the exit. "Get out of here before I have to shoot you."

Anya ran. As she ran, fury fed the fear and the shock that coursed through her adrenaline laced mind. This was the exact plan she had given Del-Rey for the rescue. Had he not trusted her? He had attacked only hours after her return, giving her no time to ensure her father and cousins weren't here?

No, it had to be something else, she sobbed in desperation as she raced up the stairs. She gripped an older woman's arm, one of the secretaries and pushed her ahead of her.

"Hurry Marie," she urged the other woman as she sobbed and nearly fell. "We must hurry."
Other personnel were racing past them as Anya grabbed Marie's arm and all but dragged her up the steps. Marie had children, grandchildren. A husband that was ill. She was needed. And besides, she always brought the breed cookies. She was kind and gentle.

The door was broken from its hinges above, laying on its side as security forces were waving personnel through, urging them to hurry, to rush. Masks covered their faces to protect them from the cold. It was bitterly cold outside, and Marie had no jacket, no coat to wear.

"Run for the barracks," she told the other woman. "It will be warm there and safer. We'll hide there."

She ran into the cold, aware of the gun fire, the yell of voices, the clash of forces. Then she was only aware of the hard arm that wrapped around her waist, jerked her against a broad chest and the knife that lay at her throat.

She could feel the cold blade pressing into her throat, pinching the flesh, within a breath of actually cutting her skin.

"Kobrin, I have your daughter."

Loud, echoing through the valley, she knew that voice, knew the growl that sounded in it and felt the sob that tore from her throat.

Betrayal. He had betrayed her.

Agony tore through her with such pain she could only sob at the reality of it.

The sound of gunfire faded away. Personnel were no longer rushing through the doors, she could hear them at the entrance though, feel the tension that thickened the air.

Del-Rey. She felt the first tear fall. Oh God, she had trusted him. She had trusted him so much.

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2008-12-01T14:52:00.000-08:00

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Question 1 - Which Breed would you buy a Christmas Present for?

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2008-12-01T14:37:00.000-08:00

Lora Leigh Booksigning this Saturday

Lora Leigh, Kay Stockham and Justine Rutherford

Will be signing books from 2 - 4 pm

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Phone: 304.736.6233

If anyone is in the area, please come along !

2008-11-26T11:30:00.000-08:00

Win an ARC of Only Pleasure

To celebrate Thanksgiving I am running a competition on my forum, Simply post about which Bound Hearts male or female character you would like to share Thanksgiving with and why.

The instructions on how to enter can be found at this link http://pub4.bravenet.com/forum/330493581/show/1154607

I hope you have fun.

2008-11-07T08:38:00.000-08:00

As promised, here's your first taste of ONLY PLEASURE. I hope you enjoy the excerpt, and when the book releases, I do hope you enjoy the story.
Kia's part in the Bound Hearts series has intrigued me since the first book and her name came up as the disenchanted wife that told the tale on the members. It took a while for me to get to know her though, for her to tell me her story, and when she did, it was so much more than I had imagined.
Chase's fascination with her, and his determination to hold himself aloof also drew me. In WICKED PLEASURE, he was a difficult character to write at times because he was so determined to hold his secrets, and his desires inside. And now I know why.
I hope you enjoyed WICKED PLEASURE, and I hope ONLY PLEASURE fulfills his story in all the ways you're looking for, as well as ways that will surprise you as it did me.
Until it's release in January 2009, I hope you enjoy the small glimpses I'll give you into it, and I hope Chase and Kia touch your heart as they did mine.

ONLY PLEASURE
(Unedited Excerpt)
By Lora Leigh

Prologue

Kia Rutherford-Stanton opened the door to her penthouse suite and stared back at the man on the other side. Dressed in dark slacks and a gray dress shirt, he appeared far more dangerous than the clothing and the handsome quiet features would suggest.
She knew him, everyone knew who Chase Falladay was, and those who didn’t soon learned. According to her bastard husband, he was also the one man she didn’t want standing on her doorstep.
As though she should be frightened of him. Perhaps that was her mistake. It was never fear that filled her whenever she was around Chase. Wariness at times. Uncertainty. And since her marriage, an awareness that she shouldn’t be anywhere near him.
But fear had never been one of those emotions.
“What do you want?” She wondered if the bruises on her face were still apparent. She didn’t think so. She’d spent forever on her makeup that morning.
It seemed Drew hadn’t been pleased when he found out that his wife had no intentions of taking him back, or of retracting the information spilling through their social set that he had not just attempted to rape her with another man, but that he and that man were part of a club created just for such perverts.
As though she wanted that to get out. As though it didn’t humiliate her as much as it did him. That didn’t mean she had to do anything to help him. And the back handed blow had given her in response had assured her that she didn’t care if he fried in society.
But, as he had warned her, Chase had shown up. And he had also warned her that if he did, they all needed to be very frightened.
“I’d just like to talk to you a moment, Kia.” His voice was like smooth, rich brandy. It curled over the senses and reminded her, no matter how much she wished otherwise at the moment, she was still a woman, and a voice like his was guaranteed to gain a response.
“As if I’m not perfectly aware of what you want to talk about.” She stepped aside, watching as he moved into the apartment, his tall, hard body somehow at odds in the mainly feminine atmosphere that surrounded him now.
She turned and led the way from the wide foyer to the living room, tossing him a glare over her shoulder. Drew, her soon to be ex-husband had called her the day before, warning her to expect a visit from the goon squad.
The son of a bitch. Fury rose inside her like a vicious flood, filled with betrayal and anger, it stamped a trembling sneer on her face as Chase Falladay stepped into the room.
“Kia, I don’t want to battle with you,” he turned to her, staring back at her, as though he understood, as though he were compassionate. “It appears to me that you’ve been through enough.”
“Then why are you here?” Her lips trembled as she let herself meet his cool, light green eyes. They pierced her, had her throat thickening with the gentleness in them.
“Can we sit down?” He motioned to the chairs.
Kia sat down warily, watching as he took the other chair across from her, his gaze brooding and heavy as he watched her.
“Drew told you about the club,” he finally stated softly.
Kia flinched and looked away. Like the bastard had a choice.
She licked her lips nervously and turned back to him.
“Did he tell you what he did too?”
“He didn’t, but others have. I’ll tell you, his membership is being investigated. He’s facing losing it, as well as a hefty deposit he paid. But there’s more at risk here than the deposit he could lose, or his membership. The risk, Kia, is in the gossip, which came from you, and is now spreading through Alexandria.”
She tightened her lips. “Do you think I wanted that damned gossip?” She came to her feet in a rush of anger. “It seems I can’t trust my husband, nor the few friends I believed I had. And now, you’re here?” She waved her hand at the room. “What are you going to do Chase? Kill me for it?”
According to Drew the secret of the club had been maintained for more than a century. Until she told a friend what he had told her the night he and his friend tried to rape her.
She pushed her fingers through her shoulder length blonde hair before shaking her head wearily at his patient look. Chase was never ruffled. He was always calm.
“You’re not denying the gossip,” he pointed out.
Hell no she hadn’t. She had thought she could let her husband strangle beneath the weight of it, hoping he twisted in agony as all eyes turned to him. She had thought she could. How wrong she had been.
“Two of your members tried to rape me, in my own home, Chase,” she informed him bitterly. “And you’re here to what? Berate me because I told a friend and she spread the rumor of all those little perverts you protect?”
He sat back in his chair, his arms laying comfortably on the heavily cushioned arms as he stared back at her. Those eyes, they seemed to sink into a woman, made her soften, made her want to please him. What a dangerous talent for a man’s eyes to possess.
“You’re not denying the rumor,” he stated again.
“Neither am I upholding it,” she argued.
He watched her carefully, silence stretching between them as she paced back to her chair and sat down wearily.
Her father was pacing at home she knew. He had called that morning, torn between loyalty to his daughter and the knowledge he had just learned that his entire life, the holdings four generations of Stanton’s had possessed could come crumpling to his feet. All because of Drew. Because he had dared to threaten her with that damned club and when she had spilled all her hurt and anger to the person she believed was a friend, it had begun to spread.
“My father called,” she finally said. “He’s received phone calls from major stockholders.” She knew this game. She had been born and raised within the dirty little social sect that thrived on power and threats. “Drew was right, wasn’t he? You have enough power to destroy all of us.”
“Kia, I’m here to help you,” he promised her.
“Yes, of course you are, how could I have ever believed otherwise?” She stated tearfully, mockingly. “What do you want me to do, Chase, take out an ad in the newspapers that I lied? That Drew never brought a third in on me from your damned club and tried to rape me.” Her voice rose in humiliation and pain. “Tell them he never threatened to destroy me with the power that club wields? Did you bring a list of the papers? Should I stand on the street corner and proclaim it to the world?”
The tears didn’t fall, but they wanted to. She wanted to sob in fury.
“I want you to call your friend and tell her the club doesn’t exist. That you were trying to hurt Drew. When you’re asked about the club or anything he told you concerning it, I want you to deny he ever mentioned it. You didn’t give names, Kia. At this point, it’s all speculation based on the few single members known to share their lovers. Help me fix this now, and I’ll make certain you’re protected.”
She gave him a harsh, very unladylike snort. “And how will you do that, Mr. Falladay?”
“Will you trust me, Kia.” He leaned forward, his elbows braced on his knees as he watched her. “Will you trust me to keep my word? That you’ll be protected, not just in any retaliation against Drew, but from Drew as well?”
The bruise at the side of her face burned.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“There’s not enough makeup in the world to hide that mark on your face, or the fear in your eyes, Kia. I don’t want to add to that. No one is going to hurt you, physically. Drew will never touch you again, period. When the time comes, he’ll pay for what he’s done to you, just as he’ll pay for using the club to attempt to threaten you into a relationship you didn’t want.”
She stared back at him in shock.
“Why would you do that?”
His expression hardened. “Kia, we’re not just a club filled with members who share an agreement in a lifestyle. That club, that powerbase and that protection wasn’t created for its members alone. It was created for their women”
She shook her head. That didn’t make sense. None of it did. “I’m divorcing him though.”
Something flared in his eyes, something she didn’t dare delve into too closely.
“It doesn’t matter. He and another member hurt you, they bruised you Kia, and they frightened you. And that isn’t tolerated. Trust me. Work with me, and before you know it, Drew, and the pain, will be behind you.”
It wasn’t such a large request, and she knew it. The gossip would truly never be squelched but it would never be considered more than an amusing tale without her backing.
She looked down, staring at the toes of her very stylish heels that matched her very tasteful silk dress. She hated the gossip, and she’d never had the friend she had believed she possessed.
Her world was exploding around her, what did this matter?
“I’ll take care of it,” she finally whispered. “I should have never lied on Drew. What he did was bad enough.” Humiliation flamed through her. “Perhaps I was just trying to excuse him.”
“Perhaps the friend so determined to tell the tales put her own lies to the story?” He suggested softly.
To that, Kia shook her head. “No. I’ll take the blame. I trusted her. That was my mistake. I’ll deal with it.”
Chase watched her, so vulnerable, her hair covering her face, hiding the tears he knew must be filling her eyes. Coming here had been the hardest decision he had ever made. It was the only time he had regretted fulfilling this part of his job as Ian’s private investigator.
Wounding this woman’s pride made him feel like a damned animal.
“Kia,” he whispered her name gently, the urge to take her into his arms, to hold her against him, to shelter her from that pain almost impossible to resist.
When her head lifted, he saw her eyes. Bright blue, damp with tears, but fierce with pride and with anger.
“Why did he do it?” She suddenly snapped. “Why attempt to get me drunk and rape me? Why not just ask me?”
He would beat that explanation out of the bastard.
All he could do now was shake his head. “I don’t know. But a divorce is the least of what he deserves from it. And demand a high settlement.” He would make certain she received it for this blow to her pride.
“Why do you do it?” She asked him then, her expression vulnerable, her need for answers swirling in her eyes.
She made him feel like a bastard with that look.
He reach out to her, touched the hair that framed her face and tried to smile back at her. “For the pleasure, Kia. For my lovers pleasure. For my own. Only the pleasure. And there’s no pleasure in rape or in humiliation.” He dropped his hand from the soft, warm silk of her hair and rose to his feet, staring down at her.
“There was no pleasure in what they tried to do to me.” Her voice was choked, with anger and with pain.
Chase nodded slowly, his expression tightening, anger pulling at him. “And he’ll find no pleasure in the consequences of it, Kia. I promise you that. Help me fix that, and I’ll make him pay, for you.”
He left then. He couldn’t stand there any longer and watched the tears fall from those sapphire eyes or see the evidence of that bruise on her face any longer.
He’d begin the process to take Drew Stanton out of the club though, and he’d do it as painfully for the other man as possible.
And one of these days, he swore, he’s show that son of a bitch how it felt to be backhanded across the face. And he’d add a punch just for the sheer pleasure of it. If he weren’t careful, once he got started on the spineless little bastard he might not stop.
Drew Stanton had backhanded his pretty delicate wife, and Chase knew, he wanted to kill him for it. The club had rules against this. No club member abused his wife, period, neither sexually or physically. Those women were the basis for their greatest pleasure, for their satisfaction. They were not to be harmed.
And Drew had dared to hit his wife.
As he left the penthouse he drew in a hard, savage breath and promised himself he was going to stay as far from that woman as possible. Because she made him want, and what he wanted, he knew, she could never give him.

2008-11-05T04:46:00.000-08:00

It's been a while since my last posting I know. I promised myself I wouldn't let the blog be neglected, but the last year has been a roller coaster ride and it doesn't seem as though its going to end anytime soon.
RAW, the Readers Appreciation Weekend in September was a huge blast. The slumber party and Masquerade ball was simply wonderful. There were a few glitches, but over all, I think everything went very well.
My special thanks go out to Lorie O Clare and Jessica Beard for all their wonderful help in making the event a success. And all the ladies that pitched in, stuffed tote bags and worked tirelessly to help out, I thank you all from the bottom of my heart. We couldn't have done it without you.
Personally, my life is moving along I guess. I'm busier than I've ever been in my life as I try to get everything together but I think I'm making headway in the chaos. At least I hope I am.

Now, onto the good stuff.
I hope you all enjoyed the release of Mercury's War. Mercury had a very special soft spot in my heart, the gentle giant, the man who had accustomed himself to being alone, and now he's alone no more. From the moment he showed up in The Man Within, I adored him, and I hope you came to love him just as much.
I hope you also enjoyed Christmas Heat, my novella in the Christmas Cat anthology.
Noble was such a sweetie, and I thought Haley was the perfect match for him. I very much enjoyed writing their book.
The release of Only Pleasure in January 09 will see the story of another character that I've become quite fond of. Chase Falladay was an unexpected addition to the Bound Hearts series, but one that I was excited to write. His heroine is Kia Stanton. You may remember her from the first books as the wife of another member who had begun the rumors of the 'Trojans'.
Kia divorced her deceptive, calculating husband, and now two years later, she has a chance to see the world she had rejected with another man.
Acting as Chase's third is Khalid, another long time character that I've come to love. Khalid was more than just a wonderfully supportive third, but he played a part in Kia's past that I hadn't quite expected until he spoke the secret in my ear.
ONLY PLEASURE was a joy to write, and of the series, I think this might be my favorite, until I actually start Khalid's book.
If you want to know more about ONLY PLEASURE, here's the blurb that goes with the book and I hope to have an excerpt up soon.
Until then, happy reading to you all, and I hope this year, has seen your greatest dreams come true.

Blurb:
Since Chase Falladay came to her rescue two years ago, Kia Stanton has never been able to forget the powerful man or the kind of life he leads. So two years later when she runs into Chase and his friend, Khalid, and leaves with them that night, she knows exactly where it is all heading. However, little prepares her for what it is like to be in Chase’s arms, and in his bed. After years of holding back, Kia is finally able to be the woman she’s always dreamed of being in his arms.
Kia is a dream Chase has not allowed himself to entertain. Now that he has her, it’s her heart he’s after and he’s determined to win it, no matter the cost. And even though they both agreed that it would only be for pleasure, somewhere along the way it becomes and all-consuming love.

And soon, I'll have an excerpt for your reading pleasure.

2008-09-17T15:39:00.000-07:00

A Personal Message to All Of My Readers

I know many of you have wondered where I have been lately. I haven't been up to making this announcement before now, but the time has come with RAW right around the corner. And I wanted all of you to hear this from me.

I have separated and I am filing for divorce from Tony. I don't want to go into details but I will say things are not amicable and the last few months have been some of the hardest of my life.

I ask for your understanding. I'm sorry I've been absent on line and late in answering e-mails. I also ask for your continued patience. It is going to be a long, trying time as I put my life back together and catch up with my deadlines.

Please know that I love and cherish all of my readers. Writing for you is all that has kept me sane over these past few months. Thanks for being so supportive over the years. I look forward to seeing many of you at RAW and writing many more stories for you in the future.

Lora

2008-08-06T10:12:00.000-07:00

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Nauti Dreams Available now!

Nauti Dreams by Lora Leigh

ISBN: 0425219518

Publisher: Berkley

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Third in a sizzling trilogy by the New York Times bestselling author of Nauti Boy and Nauti Nights.Natches Mackay separated himself from his family years ago, except for the two cousins who gave him the only family he’d known. Now he’s being dragged back into his father’s life in ways that could destroy him and the one woman who tempts him beyond reason: Government Agent Chaya Dane, who has fought to put her own past behind her. A mission in Somerset, Kentucky, brings her back into the dreams of Natches—and into the shadows cast by his father, suspected in the theft of government missiles. And it could cost Chaya more than she ever imagined.

What Reviewers are saying:

Reviewer Top Pick! "While the first two books in this series were great, this installment surpassed them. As a treat, you get a brief glimpse into how the other "Nauti Boys" are doing in their new lives as married men. Ms. Leigh just keeps getting better, her stories more intricate, and her writing more touching. And as for steamy sexual encounters, no one writes better." Chris ~ Night Owl Romance

"Lora Leigh lived up to her reputation as the 'Mistress of Seduction' because NAUTI DREAMS was so hot that one match would have been enough to make me erupt into flames. Romance played a huge part in NAUTI DREAMS and I found myself in awe at how romantic, yet forceful, Natches was. Nothing was going to deter this Mackay from his mission and when the smoke cleared Chaya was well and truly caught -- Natches Mackay style." Natasha Smith ~ Romance Junkies

"Hot, sexy and steamy is the Nauti theme to this series while adding mystery and intrigue into the mix. Definitely a must read!" Mandy Burns ~ Fresh Fiction

"While you always can count on Leigh for hyper-charged sensuality and raucous, bad boy sexuality, "Nauti Dreams" has an elevated emotional element that makes the romantic payoff especially sweet." Michelle Buonfiglio ~ MyLifetime.com

"NAUTI DREAMS has everything -- action-adventure, suspense, drama, romance and some wickedly hot love scenes." Jennifer ~ Wild on Books

"This is one hot book, and even though part of a trilogy, its sexy sensuousness lets it stands alone well." Lani Roberts ~ Affaire de Coeur

Wild Card Coming Agust 26th!

Wild Card - Elite Ops Book 1

ISBN: 0312945795

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It was supposed to be simple. All Navy SEAL Nathan Malone had to do was rescue three young girls from a Colombia drug cartel, then allow himself to be captured just long enough to draw out a government spy. That was before his mission went disastrously wrong…and before his wife, Bella, was told that Nathan was never coming home.

Bella’s mourned her husband’s death for three long years. But she has no idea he’s still alive. Forced to assume a new identity, the man Nathan was is now dead. If he can get back to his wife, can he keep the secret of who he really is…even as desire threatens to consume them? And as danger threatens to tear Bella from Nathan’s arms once more?

Advanced Review!

"WILD CARD is an intoxicating first installment of a brand new series. The words flow, the emotions are raw, and love is in the air. Add in the danger of Noah's mission and I could not have asked for a better book. I can't recommend WILD CARD enough. It is ultimately one of the most satisfying books I have ever read penned by this prolific and talented author." Natasha Smith ~ Romance Junkies

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2008-07-17T19:06:00.000-07:00

This week I’ve been toiling away on a new novella. Toiling, yeah right! I’ve enjoyed every minute of it. HANNAH’S LUCK (tentatively titled) features a hero you’ll meet in WILD CARD. The decision he was forced to make in that book tugged at my heart. I knew he’d have to have his own happy ever after.

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EXCERPT

You thought I forgot huh? LOL Nah, not this time.

Exclusive blog excerpt of NAUTI DREAMS:
© Copyright, Lora Leigh
UNEDITED

So why was Miss Dane currently taking up residence in his fair town again? It had to be under orders, because he’d warned her, she wasn’t safe here, least of all from him. If she wanted to keep to that cold, lonely bed of hers then she should have found another town to sleep in.

He laid his arms over the steering wheel and contemplated this new development as his cousin Rowdy pulled his pickup in beside the Jeep. On the other side, Dawg pulled in, his black dual cab taking up space and rumbling like the powerful machine it was.

He glanced to each side, taking in his cousins as they moved from the vehicles. The wind shifted through black hair that wasn’t near as long as Dawg used to wear it, but Rowdy’s was longer.
Married life was keeping them decent in too many damned ways. Dawg had a decent hair cut, and Rowdy let his grow out. Dawg was broader than the other cousin, a few years older. They were both just as damned powerful and irritating as they ever were.

And irritating they may be, married and shackled and tied so damned tight to their wives that if a man just breathed in those women’s directions then their hackles rose. But they still came when he called, and the thought of that tugged at something inside him. One of those bits of emotion that he fought to keep buried and hidden.

As they came up beside his jeep Natches opened the door and stepped out slowly, his gaze still centered on the building. He’d called the little girl on duty at the front desk before he arrived to make certain Miss Dane was given the proper room.

One that looked right out on the parking lot. He wanted her to see him, wanted her to know she was being watched. “What’s brewin’ Natches?” Dawg leaned against Rowdy’s gray pickup, his arms crossing over his broad chest.

Natches lifted a brow as he took in the pressed jeans and white shirt his cousin was wearing. It was a far damned cry from the holey, scruffy appearance his cousin had before he picked back up with Crista Ann Jansen the year before.

“Snazzy looking duds there, cuz.” Natches grinned. “Crista iron those for you herself with her own little hands?”

Dawg scowled back at him, but his light green eyes, nearly a celadon in color flared with impatient arousal at the mention of his wife.

“Dry cleaners,” Dawg finally growled. “And I don’t think you called us here to discuss my laundry.”

“Watch him Natches,” Rowdy grinned, his darken green eyes, sea-green and filled with mirth, crinkling at the corners with mirth. “Dawg’s been a hair upset over the laundry. Crista put her foot down over the wrinkled hole-ridden t-shirts he liked wearing to the store. She won’t let him play the disinterested owner anymore.”

Dawg grunted, as Natches smirked absently and glanced back toward the hotel. “That call you made earlier sounded kind of important, dumb-ass,” Dawg sighed as he addressed Natches again. “What the hell is going on?”

Natches turned back to him, glaring at his cousin for the nickname that was getting more frequent. “You keep calling me dumb-ass and I’m going to split your head open for you.”

Dawg grunted and it was his turn to smirk. “I think it suits you. You go moving out of your houseboat for solitude over that damned garage and start working like a man who’s grown some principles and I start worrying about you.”

Natches nostrils flared as anger began to churn inside him. Damn Dawg. He didn’t need his damned advice or his snide assed comments which pretty much described the reason why his cousin was calling him names. Because he refused to listen to either.

“Cranston’s running another Op in town,” he told the other two men before he could let that anger take hold. The rest of the accusation he ignored completely.

He didn’t need to get pissed right now. He’d spent a lot of years trapping that emotion so deep inside him that it didn’t burn in his gut anymore. Keeping it there was important. Keeping it there kept certain breathing and Natches conscious clear.

“What the hell does that fat little fucker want?” Dawg straightened and glanced toward the hotel with obvious animosity. “Is he in there?”

“No. Not yet. Miss Chaya Greta Dane is there right now, and if my guess is right, she’s watching us right now from room three-oh-four. Do you think maybe she’s figured out we’re onto her?”

“How did you find out?” Rowdy was watching Natches.

Natches hated it when Rowdy watched him like that. Like he knew something, or saw something Natches didn’t want seen.

“Anonymous tip.” Natches grimaced. “And that aint no joke. A call to my cell phone an hour ago, untraceable so far, letting me know she had hit the county line and she was here for DHS. If Cranston’s lost more missiles boys, I might have to kill him.”

He was joking. Kind of.

“We haven’t heard anything.” Dawg rubbed at his clean shaven jaw as he glanced toward the window of Chaya’s room.

She liked to go by the name Greta, but hell if that name suited her. With her multi hued blonde hair and exquisite features, she was as exotic as a tropical flower. Chaya suited her. The name rolled off the tongue, and in the darkest nights, as he jacked off to the image of her in his head, the name sounded like a prayer as he spilled his release to his hand.

“I’ve not heard anything from my contacts either,” Rowdy murmured. “Not even a whisper that a DHS agent was coming to town.”

Which meant whatever Cranston was up to, he was keeping very close to his chest. And that was a very bad thing. When that rabid little bastard kept his mouth shut, then things were about to get ugly.

The thought of that had him glancing toward the hotel again. Chaya was a hell of an agent, but her heart wasn’t in it. Natches had seen that the year before. She hadn’t wanted to be in Somerset, and she hadn’t wanted to play Cranston’s games.

“She was supposed to have resigned,” he murmured, his eyes narrowing against the bright autumn sunlight overhead. “Turned the papers in just after the Op here was what I heard.”
He was unaware of the curious looks his cousins gave him. Rowdy glanced at Dawg questioningly, but all his cousin had in reply was a brief shrug.

Natches never cared enough about anyone except his cousins, their wives, his sister and Rowdy’s father Ray, to check up on them over anything. He often claimed when it came to people he wouldn’t stop the train from wrecking, because it was too damned amusing to sit back and watch the cars piling up.

He hadn’t been nearly so amused by the role Cranston had forced Miss Dane into though. He had placed her in danger, and that had pissed Natches off. Just as Cranston had placed all their asses in the fire.

“What do you need from us?” Rowdy turned back to his younger cousin, his chest tightening as it always did whenever he stared at the other man too long.

Natches was almost cold now. It had been coming for a while, but sometimes he feared that cold had taken full hold on him, and chilled him clear to his soul.

Natches seemed to shrug at the question, as though he either didn’t care, or wasn’t certain what he needed.

“Doesn’t little Lucy Moore work here?” Dawg asked then. “She works registration doesn’t she?”
Natches nodded at the question. Lucy was a third cousin on his mother’s side, a sweet little girl, but sometimes she was a little too smart for her own good. She had put Crista in the room he wanted her in, but she had been curious as to why he wanted her there.

“Then just wait till she leaves and slip into her room. Check her shit out and see if she’s as anal as she used to be with her notes,” Dawg suggestion.

Natches glared at him. “She’s not stupid Dawg. Those notes, if she has them, will be locked tight in that laptop and none of us are hackers.”

“Slip in and seduce the information out of her.” Dawg grinned at that one. “You’re good at that shit. Get her to talk then send her ass home.”

It was an idea, except he knew something they didn’t know. Chaya didn’t have a home.
“What the hell is up with this Natches?” Rowdy questioned him then. “You knew her before she came here, don’t deny it. Now, she’s back with no clear reason why. Maybe she’s back to see you.”

Natches shook his head slowly. No, she wasn’t back to see him. He came with memories, and Natches knew exactly how that worked. Those memories were too painful, and they were rife with too much emotion for Natches or Chaya either one to touch them with a ten foot pole.

“She’s not here for me,” he finally said, wondering at that regret that pricked at him.

Thanks for reading!

Lora

2008-07-10T18:13:00.000-07:00

RESCUE ME -- #21 on the NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER LIST!

Thank you so much for all your emails and comments on ATLANTA HEAT. I can’t begin to tell you how much I appreciate the feedback.

The second book in the Elite Ops series, MAVERICK is finished!
Risa Clay is still tormented by the nightmares of the past, and Micah Sloane, former Mossad agent is determined to vanquish them…the nightmares and the assassin hired to kill her.

BENGAL HEART, Cabal’s story is the next full length novel on my writing schedule. Remember Cassa Hawkins, the journalist from Tanner’s Scheme? She will be Cabal’s mate. Right now I’m typing away on a novella featuring someone you’ll meet in WILD CARD. So no deets right now. LOL

Check out the new cover of NAUTI DREAMS!

Natches Mackay separated himself from his family years ago, except for the two cousins who gave him the only family he’d known. Now he’s being dragged back into his father’s life in ways that could destroy him and the one woman who tempts him beyond reason: Government Agent Chaya Dane, who has fought to put her own past behind her. A mission in Somerset, Kentucky, brings her back into the dreams of Natches—and into the shadows cast by his father, suspected in the theft of government missiles. And it could cost Chaya more than she ever imagined.

Be sure and check back for an exclusive-to-the-blog NAUTI DREAMS excerpt. Also, I'll be announcing winners of the contest soon!

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2008-06-27T15:59:00.000-07:00

HUGE Contest from Lora Leigh & MORE ends July 4th! Hurry!

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Awesome Prizes! An Advance Reading Copy of Nauti Dreams by Lora Leigh
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2008-05-29T05:47:00.000-07:00

Wicked Pleasure by Lora Leigh

ISBN: 0312368720

Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin

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Jaci Wright has been running from Cameron Falladay, for seven years now. Fears of the desires he arouses in her, and the knowledge of the relationship he wanted with her spurred her to run, to find a life that kept her traveling the globe and out of his reach. His and his twin brother's.

But now, life has come full circle. A new job has placed Jaci in the Sinclair mansion with Cameron and his brother Chase. And Cam is tired of waiting. It's hard enough to face accepting a relationship with Cam, knowing what he wants, but having the world her lover's brother touches her as well fills her with dread. Gossip, rumors and the tattered tales of juicy secrets fill the society she now moves within. Can she face the world knowing she's a lover to both men, or will her hesitancy and her fears destroy her chance of happiness forever.

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Recommended Read from FAR "Lora Leigh pens a steamy tale that has both heat and tenderness as well." Serena ~ Read the full review HERE

"Grab a fan and settle in for an arousing and deliciously naughty book – Lora Leigh style." Natasha Smith ~ Romance Junkies ~ Read the full review HERE

"WICKED PLEASURE is a must read for those who like their romance with an edge." ~ Jennell ~ RRT Erotic ~ Read the full review HERE

"Wicked Pleasure is a whirlwind of sensual delight and deep emotion." Jennifer ~ Wild on Books ~ Read the full review HERE

Excerpt...

Sometimes life just came full circle, whether a woman wanted it to or not. It was inevitable. And life had definitely come full circle for Jaci Wright.

The party was different. The stilted, gossipy political crowd was nothing like the raucous booze-laden crowd that had inhabited the last party where one of the Falladay twins had waylaid her.
She wasn't a woman-child now. She was a mature woman with more hang-ups than a closet and just as many reasons for running as hard and as fast from them now, as she'd had seven years ago.

But this time, she knew she wouldn't run.

"It's definitely a party your mother would approve of." Chase Falladay stepped up to her. She had always been able to tell the Falladay brothers apart. Chase was dressed in an evening suit, his thick black hair brushed back from his strong features, his light green eyes watching her with a hint of laughter as a smile tugged at his sensual, sexy lips.

Sun-darkened flesh was stretched tighter over his face, it seemed, than it had been seven years ago. There were laugh lines at the corner of his eyes, but those eyes--such a light green they were mesmerizing--seemed more shadowed now. Haunted. And he still looked much too much like Cameron--the one man that haunted her dreams and her thoughts, even when he shouldn't have.

"Yes, Mom would approve of this party," she murmured, staring around for a second before her gaze was drawn back to him.

He was just as handsome as he ever had been. Just as bold as Cam and just as much out of her league. As she stared at him, she felt the past wash over her. The face that stared at her was the right one, but the man wasn't.

"Fancy meeting you here." She let a smile curve at her lips before raising her champagne glass and sipping at the sparkling liquid. She should have felt uncomfortable, hesitant, but she didn't, she was more intrigued than she should be.

"Hmm. Providence perhaps?" He lifted a dark brow and leaned against the wall beside her, one hand pushing into the pockets of his dress slacks while the other held his champagne glass negligently. "Should I rescue you from this one, as Cam did the last one?"

The mention of that last party, the cool autumn night, the hot male body, and everything she had walked away from when she walked away from him and Cam, flashed through her. Heat whispered over her skin but it wasn't embarrassment.

"Courtney might kill us both," she whispered as though they dare not let their hostess hear those words. "I had to promise her I'd mingle, under the threat of dire consequences."

Courtney was her dearest friend. She, along with Sebastian De Lorents, had saved Jaci's life on a dark street in England, years before, when a mugger decided to get ugly.

Courtney and Sebastian were both here now, in Squire Point, Virginia. Courtney had married an American businessman, and Sebastian was working for him. Just as Jaci would be doing soon.

"I'm sure Courtney would understand," he offered suggestively. "And if she doesn't, then I'll have Ian explain it to her. He seems to have some small measure of control over her."

There was a hint of laughter in his voice. Sexy, certain of himself. Confident.

"Chase Falladay." She shook her head, still bemused to be standing there, talking to him as though the years had never separated them. "What are you doing here?"

He leaned forward several inches. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

He was close now. So close that all it would take was the smallest movement from her to touch him.

She shook her head, forcing herself to smile as she stared out over the crowd once more.

Fate was definitely being fickle at the moment. Not only were her two biggest headaches at this party, but also the identical twin of her greatest torment. Now, how was that for her life? She dreamed of Cam, but here was Chase. And perhaps, as he suggested, it was providence--a sign, Fate laughing its silly ass off and showing Jaci how fickle its favor could be.

"I don't know," she finally answered as she turned back to him. "I've been known to be pretty gullible at times. Tell me your tale, and then I'll decide if I believe it."

She liked to believe she was much less gullible than she had once been. She had seen the world; at times, she seen more of it than she had wanted to. And she had learned lessons she never imagined she would be faced with.

His eyes gleamed with laughter. "I wouldn't want to make you blush. I hear it's impolite."

Sexy, charming. He was devilishly amusing, and the laughter was just as hard to contain as it had been seven years ago.

Chase had always been the joker, Cam the more serious one. Cam's dark wit and almost dangerous sexuality had drawn women to him like flies to honey, just as it had drawn Jaci.

"As though that would stop you." She had to force back the laughter, but it was hard. Chase had always had a way of making her laugh. "You delighted in it once. You made everyone laugh, while Cam made certain he made everyone angry." She looked around again, her heart thumping hard in anticipation. "Where is Cam?"

Shockingly, she felt the remembered heat of that night so long ago. Cam's kiss stealing her mind, and then later, his voice breaking her heart with the knowledge that he wouldn't be her lover alone.

For so many years she had wondered if she had made a mistake in running from him that night. If she had stayed, so many things would have changed. And perhaps she wouldn't have spent seven years wondering.

"Cam's around." His voice softened, the dark cadence gentling as she turned back to him. "He'll enjoy seeing you again. It's been a long time."

It had been. It had been too long. And yet, not long enough. Because she still felt that warmth low in her stomach as it threatened to turn into a burn. A reaction only Cam, or the thought of Cam, could cause to build inside her.

And a regret. There was always regret.

Bolder than brass, strong, muscled, larger than life. That was what Cam had always been to her. Until the night she realized exactly how bold he could be.

Chase had been her friend, though. Even later, during her odd visits home, he had been there. Flirtatious, yet knowing. He had teased her and laughed at her when they met up; but that spark, that hidden flame had never been the same with Chase.

"It has been a long time," she nodded. She felt uncertain now. She could feel the nervous tension rising inside her.

Cam was here, and so was Chase. And so much had changed, and yet so much hadn't. But she remembered Cam's warning clearly. He would kill over her. He wasn't a man that made false declarations. And he never forgot a promise. That was a dangerous thing for a woman who knew her past was about to catch up with her.

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2008-03-30T17:16:00.000-07:00

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Wicked Pleasure
Book 9 of the Bound Hearts Series
ISBN: 0312368720
Publisher: St. Martin’s
Coming May 2008
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Jaci Wright has been running from Cameron Falladay, for seven years now. Fears of the desires he arouses in her, and the knowledge of the relationship he wanted with her spurred her to run, to find a life that kept hertraveling the globe and out of his reach. His and his twin brother’s.

But now, life has come full circle. A new job has placed Jaci in the Sinclair mansion with Cameron and his brother Chase. And Cam is tired of waiting. It’s hard enough to face accepting a relationship with Cam, knowing what he wants, but having the world her lover’s brother touches her as well fills her with dread. Gossip, rumors and the tattered tales of juicy secrets fill the society she now moves within. Can she face the world knowing she’s a lover to both men, or will her hesitancy and her fears destroy her chance ofhappiness forever.

2008-03-05T05:31:00.000-08:00

A taste of Killer Secrets by Lora Leigh & More Book News
2008 is full of exciting books - there's something for everyone! To see the lineup and keep updated, check Lora's Coming Soon page. Click on the book covers to read blurbs, excerpts, and view Book Peeks as they're available. http://www.loraleigh.com/coming-soon/

Killer Secrets by Lora Leigh

ISBN: 0312939949

Publisher: St. Martin's

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THE FIGHT OF HIS LIFE
As the illegitimate son of Diego Fuentes, Ian Richards faces danger at every turn. Neither his father nor his fellow Navy SEALs knows which side he's fighting for--or against. Which is exactly how the game must be played...until Agent Porter enters the picture.

STIRS HER DESIRE FOR LIVING
Kira Porter, an undercover agent for the Department of Homeland Security, shadows Ian on his journey. She thinks she can see the real man beneath Ian's bad-boy exterior...but the ever-elusive Ian keeps her guessing at every turn. Is his goal to protect the Fuentes cartel from French terrorists? Or to do his father in for good? The only thing Kira does know is that her attraction to Ian is a time-bomb waiting to explode. With time running out on the Fuentes mission, she and Ian are drawn ever close to the edge of desire--and even closer into the line of fire...

A taste of what's inside Killer Secrets...

"You shouldn't be here." He laid his forehead against her shoulder. "A man should be able to say goodbye to a buddy without an audience, don't you think?"

She looked back at him, hazel eyes cool. There was no fear there. No anger. No impatience. But beneath the calculating chill there was a hidden flame. One he never failed to respond to.

"Wrong time, wrong place." He stared back at her as she watched him over her shoulder. "Wrong life."

He let himself experience the feel of her for just a few seconds later, long enough to let the regret in his gaze telegraph to hers. Long enough to watch the flicker of indecision in her eyes. That second where he knew she was weighing her options and her escape.

"I'll miss you," he breathed against her ear. "I'll miss you more than you know, Kira."

A deft move of his hands, just the right pressure, and a second later she slumped against him, thick lashes drifting over her eyes as darkness closed over her mind.

Ian swung her in his arms, lifted her from the floor and stepped to the chair on the other side of the room. He placed her there, cushioning her head with a spare pillow against the back of the cushions and brushing the blonde bangs back from her face with regret.

Wrong place, wrong time, wrong life. Because blood would tell. And this time, the hated blood that ran through his veins was telling in ways he had never imagined possible.

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Shifter by Angela Knight, Lora Leigh, Alyssa Day, Virginia Kantra
ISBN: 0425220354
Publisher: Berkley
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Jaguar breed Saban Broussard has a job to do. His assignment? To protect the first teacher chosen to teach breed children. And protecting Natalie Ricci is exactly what he'll do. With just one kiss and his touch, the mating phenomena begins that will tie her to him forever. Unless her ex-husband manages to get them both killed.

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2008-02-04T21:47:00.000-08:00

Excerpt: DAWNS AWAKENING
Dawns Awakening
Copyright Lora Leigh 2007
unedited, unproofed

DAWN's AWAKENING

She was just entering the wide, sheltered portico of the mansion, her duffel slung over her shoulder, when she saw him.The door jerked open and he stepped from the house, his expression livid, his gray eyes dark and firing with fury as he slammed the door closed.

Dawn smirked. It was completely unlike her, everything rolling through her senses and her emotions was completely un-Dawn-like since learning Seth had a lover.

She stopped, cocked her hip and stared back at him as he stalked over to her, gripped her arm above the hem of the long sleeved light jacket she wore and steered her to another entrance.Steered her nothing, he thought he was dragging her. The heat of his palm raced through the thin material of the black jacket, fired against her flesh and sent erratic impulses rushing through her body.

Past arousal was nothing compared to what she felt now. It wasn’t arousal, it was imperative all consuming hunger and a need that she couldn’t survive without fulfilling.

He was hers. He was a part of her soul. When had that happened? Other than those brief days ten years before she hadn’t allowed herself to be alone with him, hadn’t allowed herself the hope that she could have more than the nightmares.

She didn’t want the pity. She didn’t want the knowledge in his eyes of what she had been, but she couldn’t bear to lose him either.

He pulled her into another door, slammed it closed then swung her around to face him.

Dawn smiled mockingly as she looked around the huge, deserted laundry room.“Isn’t this just a little too cliché, Seth?” She drawled. “And here I’m not wearing my little French maid outfit. Should I change for you?”

My God. His eyes. For a second, the hunger, the lust that fired inside them wiped the thoughts from her head and the saliva from her mouth, and not in fear. She could smell the lust pouring from his body, his pores, filling the room with the subtle scent of male musk and heated flames. It was the most erotic scent she had ever known.

“Who the hell are you and what did you do with Dawn?” He snarled. “Better yet, why the fuck are you here?”

“What, didn’t want me to witness you going to your knees in surrender when you propose to your little bunny of the month?” She shot back, and watched as his nostrils flared, his head jerking back in surprise. “Didn’t think Callan would tell me, Seth?” She wrinkled her nose as she had watched Cassie do a dozen times when slapping one of the breeds down for impertinence. “Didn’t think poor little Dawn could handle the sight of it?”

His lips thinned as she watched the anger build inside him. Well that was fine with her. Let him get mad. Let him get as mad as she was and let him burn inside it.

“You’re right.” She lifted to her tiptoes and almost, just almost managed to get right in his face as she dropped the duffel back, placed her hands against his chest and pushed furiously. “You have a problem on your hands stud. See how you can fix it.

”He fell back a step, his expression frankly incredulous as she felt, scented, knew the hunger that began to whip through his system.

The power of it, it slapped around her, it tore through her like lightening and left her struggling to breathe as they glared back at each other like combatants.

“You don’t want to be here,” he snarled. “God damn you Dawn. I won’t let you fuck me up again, and I won’t let you fuck my body up again. Get your ass back on that heli-jet and get out of here. I don’t want you here.”

“Liar,” she growled furiously. “I can feel how much you want me here. I can smell it. I can feel it like flames burning over me, so don’t even try to tell me you don’t want me here.”

His hands clenched at his sides, anger pulsed off his body in waves and fired her own, just as the arousal did. She could feel the familiar dampness growing between her thighs, felt her nipples hardening beneath her light summer weight tank top and she felt her hands and tongue itch.

They itched like a rash. Worse than a rash. Or what she had heard a rash felt like. She wanted to touch. Touch his skin. She had to touch his skin, had to rub her tongue against it and infect him with the same insanity crawling through her.

“I don’t want you here,” he bit out again, furious, sincerity ringing in his voice as it sliced across her soul. “I don’t want to look at you, day in and day out and ache for something I can’t have again, Dawn. You won’t rip through me like that again. I won’t allow it.”

He didn’t want her? Had he ever really wanted her or had it just been the mating heat?

Pride had her head lifting, her chin notching in the air as she snarled back at him. “Then stay away from me, Mr. Lawrence. Keep your ass safe, and let me and my team find your irksome little assassin and I’ll just be on my way again.”

“Why?” Frustration, fury, lust, they all filled his tone.

“Why, because it would look excellent on my resume of course.” She shrugged, the sarcasm in her voice thick enough to slice through. “Just think of all the nifty little government assignments I’ll get after this? Commanding my own team. In the thick of the danger?” She drew in a hard, sensual breath through clenched teeth. “Mr. Lawrence, I could command my own price. All because I managed to save your very tight, very sexy ass.” She flicked her eyes over his body slowly and smiled. “Oh, and maybe your little mistress while I’m at it. Tell me, Seth, does she scratch and beg for more, or does she lay there like the little ice princess she portrays herself to be?”

Oh yeah, she had checked up on Miss Caroline Carrington herself. She had nice thick file residing in her PDA and more information due at any time.

“Do you care?” He was breathing hard, staring at her as though she were some alien creature he had never seen before. Well let him stare, because she didn’t know herself anymore either. But she would figure it out before she left, and when she left she would make certain she had freed herself of Seth just as easily as he had managed to free himself of her.

“Do I care?” She flashed a canine at him furiously. “Not for much longer I won’t, if I ever did.”

It was killing her. It was breaking her soul in two and she could feel the screams of agony ricocheting through the very core of her being.

She had dreamed of him, ached for him. She had watched him every time he had come to Sanctuary and inhaled his scent the moment he left a room. She had fought herself, and she had lost. Now she was losing here too and something inside her was screaming out at the pain of it.

“If you ever did,” he growled, flashing a look of male disgust. “That’s the problem Dawn. You never did, until now. Why now? Because someone else might have something you didn’t want to begin with?”

“And when did you bother to ask me if I wanted it?” She wanted to scream. She wanted to rage and pound her fists at him. Because he hadn’t. He had never come to her. He had flirted, he had teased and she hadn’t known how to handle it so she had run. And within months he had stopped doing even that. He stopped seeking her out, and he had stopped caring. And she had continued to hide, because as God as her witness she had no idea how to tell him she needed when all she could see was that flash of pity in his eyes.

“I followed you around like a love sick puppy for months,” he bit out in self-disgust. “When I could find you.”

“Months.” She waved her hand mockingly. “Poor little Seth didn’t get instant gratification. Isn’t that just such a shame? Bad Dawn, being so mean to him.”

Seth stared at her incredulously. Who the hell was this woman? This was not the shadow he had watched slipping around Sanctuary for ten years. This was not the woman who, on the rare times they were in the same room, avoided him like the plague.

He clenched his hands again, fighting against the nearly overwhelming need to just touch her. To run his hands down her arms, to feel her hands against his chest again. To take her lips. He didn’t want a cool little brush of lips as they’d had before. He wanted to take her lips, he wanted to devour them, he wanted to lick against them and suck that pretty little tongue into his mouth.

Arousal, almost violent in its extremity rushed through his system. He could feel the thickening of his cock, the blood pumping furiously to it.

Damn her to hell. He hadn’t been this aroused in his entire fucking life. So aroused he could feel the need in every cell of his body.

“Dawn, don’t push me.” He leaned forward just enough, just that extra bit that the Dawn he knew would have run for cover.

This one didn’t run. She stuck her chin out further, braced her hands on her hips and smirked. Son of a bitch, she was smirking at him.

“You’re so hot you’re going to catch this room on fire,” she snarled. “Tell you want Seth, don’t you push me and I won’t push you. And get the smell of your lust out of my face before I have to tell your little girlfriend just how hard you get for me.”

“Dawn, don’t do this.” He wiped his hand over his face, more to wipe the betraying sweat from his brow than for any other reason. “This has been hard enough. For both of us. Let’s just walk away from each other and thank God neither of us ended up too hurt in the process.”

But he saw the pain flash in her eyes, for just a second. It was there then gone so fast that he couldn’t be certain it had even been there to begin with.

“Of course you didn’t get hurt, Seth,” she murmured her voice cold, her lips twisting in amused contempt. “You would have had to invest something first, wouldn’t you? As I said, just stay out of my way so I can keep that tight ass of yours alive, and I’ll consider my job done. Now, can I get out of your laundry room? I’m tired of the scent of your dirty laundry.”

Anger and lust beat a tattoo inside his head and his balls. He fisted his hands, fought against the flames racing over his body and knew if he didn’t get out of that room, if he didn’t get away from her, he was going to take her. He would rip her pants from her body, bend her over the fucking folding bench and take her with all the pent up fury of a lust he thought he had finally conquered years ago.

He would do that to her. Even knowing the hell she had endured as a child. Knowing the brutality those monsters had used, he would still do it and he knew it. He knew it and it sickened his gut.

“Stay out of my way,” he snapped.

She lifted a brow smiled and flashed those pretty little canines in a smile that almost had him drooling with the need to take those lips.

“Stay out of my way,” she amended. “I’d hate infect you again. Wouldn’t that just suck, Seth?”

“More than you fucking know.” He gripped the handle to the door, gave it a vicious twist and slammed out of the laundry room before he ended doing something that would scar his conscience forever.

2008-01-31T10:17:00.000-08:00

Recommended Read from Lora Leigh

Riding Wild by Jaci Burton

Available from Berkley Trade on February 5, 2008

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He's a Harley-riding ex-thief working undercover for the government. She's a gun-toting ex-socialite hired to protect a valuable museum exhibit. But in her attempt to stop a heist, she never anticipated having her breath and her heart stolen...

Mac Canfield was the last man Lily West expected to see again, never mind aim her gun at. But here he was, the bad boy who'd broken her heart years ago-still a thief, this time high-jacking a priceless artifact--and it was all she could do to push aside the memories of how it felt to have his perfectly chiseled body next to hers.

Mac was no less shocked to see the beautiful girl-next-door all grown up, threatening to shoot him on the spot. Little did she know she was blowing his cover-and now he had to figure out how to get her out of harm's way without succumbing to his crazy desire to take her on a hot trip down memory lane.

Unfortunately, Lily has no intention of going anywhere with Mac. Which means he has to resort to kidnapping. Unless, of course, she agrees to let him take her for the kind of ride destined to drive them both unbelievably wild...

EXCERPT

She skirted through the trees, though stealth wasn't really required since no one was on the lookout. But then she heard the motorcycle again. Closer this time. She darted behind a tree and watched as the rider cut his engine and pulled into a dark alley about a half a block away. She waited to see if he'd appear out of the alley, but he didn't. Still, instinct told her there was something not quite right about this, so she stayed hidden among the trees.

Five minutes later, he walked his bike to the museum delivery entrance.

Her heart skipped a beat. There was something hauntingly familiar about this man. The cocky way he tilted his head, the way he leaned to one side and hooked his thumb in his belt loop as he studied the door. The way he brushed his hair off his face--a weird case of déjà vu. She studied him, trying to make a connection. Did she know him?

Then it hit her. He looked so much like Mac Canfield it was uncanny. Was it because she'd just been thinking about Mac? The memories of all those years ago washed over her in an instant. Lily placed her hand over her heart to stop the thudding beat she was sure he could hear.

Oh, shit. And then her fast beating heart skidded to a halt as she watched him expertly jimmy the lock and slip into the building. She waited for the alarm to sound, ticking down the thirty seconds before it would go off. Nothing. He'd obviously deactivated it.

Well son of a bitch. He'd just broken in. In less than a minute and a half he had circumvented what was supposed to be an expert security system.

Now what? She had to check this out. She had to call the police. She headed in the direction of the door, reaching into her purse to grab her cell phone, but something made her pause.

Of course it wasn't Mac, even though she could clearly picture him riding a mean looking Harley like the one this guy had pulled up on.

Don't be stupid, Lily. Make the call. Mac was in Texas, where she'd left all the pieces of her past. Plus it had been ten years. The man she was looking at now was taller, broader, and he had a mighty fine ass.

Then again, so did Mac.

Three minutes. He'd been in there three damn minutes and was out again. No security team running like hell after him, either. He'd managed to slip in and steal something without the night watch even knowing he'd been there.

Those guys really sucked.

He had something under his arm. The telltale white sheen and its unusual shape meant it was one of the artifacts! Why the hell hadn't she called the cops? Because this guy reminded her of Mac?

Idiot, idiot, idiot! She was so fired. Of course even the cops couldn't have gotten here in time, and calling for the dipshit security guards would be useless. She'd have to stop him first, then call the police.

She hurried the remaining distance across the well manicured lawn, pulling her gun. As he turned toward the bike, she pointed it at his back.

"Freeze. I've got a gun pointed on you."

"Fuck," he whispered. He raised his hands above his head, the artifact held tight in his left hand.
She exhaled in relief, then smiled. This had been way too easy. "Put the item down and turn around slowly." She'd put him face down on the ground, then call the cops.

He pivoted.

The past mingled with the present and Lily felt dizzy. She almost dropped the gun, her worst nightmare come to life. This was why she hadn't called the cops. Something inside her had sent off warning bells and she hadn't wanted him to get caught.

"Mac."

Ten years had changed him, but not enough. Six feet of prime male flesh was instantly recognizable. Wicked sexy and hot enough to steal a woman's panties, and her heart, right out from under her.

2008-01-21T10:13:00.000-08:00

Recommended Read from Lora Leigh

ONE OF THE GUYS by Shiloh Walker

Available Now from Ellora's Cave

Jaynie knew that her fiancé had some serious ménage fantasies going on, but she never expected to catch him acting them out. As if that pain isn't enough, he tells her she couldn't be a real woman if she tried. Reeling from the double blow, confidence shattered, Jaynie turns to Brian, her sexy partner at work. One night, she tells him. She wants one night with him, no strings attached.

But Brian feels plenty of strings and it's as if all of them are pulling him toward Jaynie. She's sexy, she's funny and she haunts his dreams. Memories of that one night keep him awake and he's dying for another taste of her.But Jaynie doesn't seem at all interested. What's a man to do?

EXCERPT

If she stopped to think about what she was doing, she'd freeze again. Jaynie was damn tired of being cold. She paused at the mirror and stared at her reflection. The peach silk lay against her tanned skin, clung to the stiff peaks of her nipples. She tied the belt tightly and then slid her hands under her hair, pulling it free from the robe. It tumbled down her back, the thick gold-streaked strands razor straight.

For a second, she hesitated, staring at her reflection. She closed her eyes and when she did, she saw Brian's intense turquoise stare, hot and focused. If she started to panic or think, all she needed was that memory and she knew she'd feel steady enough to go through with this.

He wasn't in his room. She turned and stared back down the staircase, uncertain of where he might be. He hadn't gone out. She would have heard his truck if he'd left the house.

She headed back downstairs, made her way into the kitchen and from there she heard the muffled sounds of his breathing, strained and harsh. She heard metal clank as she opened the basement door. It was dim down there. Her feet were soundless on the carpeted steps as she descended.Jaynie's breath hitched a little as she stared at Brian. He was lying on the weight bench, his gaze on the ceiling, his features blank as he lifted the heavy bar up and slowly lowered it back down. He didn't make any of the annoying grunts and groans that Dean liked to make when he worked out. The only sounds she heard were his heavy breathing. He did ten reps as she watched.

She waited until he put the bar down and sat up before she moved. She didn't make a sound, she knew she hadn't, but his head turned and for a brief moment there was a fiery heat burning in the depths of his gaze. Then he blinked and when he looked at her, his expression was shuttered.

That blank look cracked as she lowered her hands to the robe's belt. She didn't say anything at first, just opened the robe and stood there as he looked at her. He stared at her breasts and she shuddered a little when he licked his lips. His big hands clenched into fists and under the thin cotton shorts, she could see the swelling of his cock. His gaze moved down her body. Jaynie had to fight not to jerk the robe closed when his gaze fastened on her sex. A muscle jerked in his jaw and Jaynie felt an answering throb deep inside.

He wanted her. The relief that flooded her was unreal. It didn't matter that he was probably just reacting to the physical stimulus of a woman standing naked in front of him. It was a basic, honest human reaction--a man wanting a woman. That was all she needed, to know that she hadn't totally failed and that she could react. Men could want her and she could feel heat--she hadn't frozen up.

"I need you to touch me," Jaynie said softly when he finally looked up at her face.

"Jaynie--"

She knew what he was going to say and before he could form any words to try to talk sense into her, she shrugged her shoulders and sent the robe to the floor in a puddle of peach silk. "I don't want anything more than you touching me, your hands on me. I'm not looking to find a replacement for Dean and you don't need to feel anything more than what you're already feeling. I need to be touched, Brian, and I want you to do it."

His voice was hoarse when he rasped, "And when you wake up tomorrow, then what? You're Kate's best friend. You're my friend and we work together."

"None of that will change, Brian. You don't need to lie to me and tell me that you love me. You don't have to worry that I'm using you as a rebound guy after Dean," she said softly. She took a step toward him. He took a deep, ragged breath and started to reach for her. When he would have dropped his hand, she took another step and caught it, brought it up and pressed it to her breast. His hand cupped her and he used his thumb to trace a slow circle around her nipple. "But I need this. Please."

Brian figured he had every man's fantasy standing right before him. A beautiful, sexy woman offering a night of sex, no strings attached. If it wasn't Jaynie, he would have already been on her, but it was Jaynie. Jaynie with long legs, tanned, smooth skin and hair that fell nearly to her very nice butt, but nonetheless, it was Jaynie. He'd known her all her life.

She stared at him with stark eyes brimming with an emotion he couldn't quite decipher and it made his chest feel strangely tight. I need this. Shit. Slowly, he stood up. Brian hooked a hand over the back of her neck and pulled her against him. She fit, he realized inanely. She fit against him as perfectly as if she had been made for him, herbreasts pressing flat against his chest, the soft curve of her belly cuddling the ridge of his cock. Her hands came up and curled around his biceps.

"You sure about this?" Brian murmured. He dipped his head and pressed his mouth to hers. Earlier, her mouth had been slicked with some shiny peachy-pink lipstick. Her lips were naked now but they were warm, soft and sweet under his mouth and the taste of her went straight to his head.

"I don't do things I'm not sure of," Jaynie whispered.

2008-01-20T17:07:00.000-08:00

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Dawn’s Awakening
ISBN: 0425219755
Publisher: Berkley
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New York Times bestselling author Lora Leigh takes us on an erotic thrill ride with her series about genetically altered Breeds with feline DNA—and the humans who arouse their lust…

The runt of the lab she was created in, Dawn Daniels endured years of torture by her pride brother and the council soldiers. Finally freed from her torment, she’s now a Breed Enforcer, in control of her own life. Until she’s assigned to protect the one man destined to be her mate—and realizes it’sfar too easy to lose total control…One of the Breed’s most important supporters, Seth Lawrence has spent years trying to forget Dawn, knowing that her lost innocence has made it impossible for her to get close to anyone. But suddenly neither of them can find the strength to fight the overwhelming passion between them. At least until the most brutal tormenter from Dawn’s past reappears—and threatens to destroy theirnewfound love, along with their lives…

2008-01-04T13:41:00.000-08:00

2008 is gonna get busy

I thought I would let you know what I'll be working on this year. The schedule has really filled up fast. I don't know the release dates for these books yet, but I have them on schedule to write.

As I may have mentioned, I signed a six book deal with St. Martins back in the summer.Elite Ops, Dead Men Don't Talk, is the first three the offshoot of the Tempting SEALs series, begins with WILDCARD (Nathans story), which I'll be writing this month.There will be two more in the that series that will be written this year, as yet untitled.

Berkley offered contracts on Two more Nautis. Nauti Intentions, Nauti Deceptions as well as a contract on the first book of a new series as yet Untitled. More to come on that book later once I've finished my research.

Berkley has also bought three more Breed books, which will be written this year. I haven't decided exactly which breeds will be in those books, but as soon as I've decided, I promise to let you know.

So, thats nine full length titles for this year alone. We're moving hard and fast, and now lets just hope I can keep up and that you continue to enjoy my books.

2007-12-12T10:31:00.000-08:00

What does it take to make Lora Leigh, blush?

Talk about something to wake a writer up in the morning. LMAO This is the first time I'VE blushed in YEARS! LOL

Caution: This video contains explicit language and should not be viewed at work or near children's curious ears.

2007-12-04T08:51:00.000-08:00

Beyond The Dark is Available today!

Available December 4th!
Beyond The Dark by Angela Knight, Emma Holly, Lora Leigh, & Diane Whiteside includes In A Wolf's Embrace by Lora Leigh

Berkley Trade
ISBN: 0425218767
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A daring collection of never-before-published erotic desire from four of the hottest names in
paranormal romance.

Four of the most sizzling authors of paranormal romance take readers beyond their wildest fantasies, to a seductive midnight world of erotic suspense, demons, mages, vampires, and knights. A world of queens with devilish secrets, and of demons with secret desires. So dangerous and fun, readers may never want to come back down to earth again...

"I don’t know how Lora Leigh does it, but I am glad she does. She weaves her magic around IN A WOLF'S EMBRACE creating an incredible novella." Natasha Smith ~ Romance Junkies

"A must read for fans of all these authors and I guarantee it will heat up a cold winter day." Jackie ~ A Romance Review

"These four erotic romantic fantasies are terrific novellas with strong lead characters that sub-genre fans will fully relish." Harriet Klausner ~ The Best Reviews

Unedited Excerpt from In A Wolf's Embrace by Lora Leigh

"Where are we?" She finally asked wearily, staring up at the ceiling of the SUV, trying to hide her response to his touch.

"We're about two hours from your cabin," he told her softly, enjoying the feel of her satiny knee and the flesh in the curve of her leg against his fingertips.

"You researched me well then," she stated, fighting to control her breathing.

The scent of her arousal was growing. The glands in his tongue were thickening. He should stop touching her, he should place both hands on the steering wheel and concentrate on driving the vehicle rather than driving them both crazy with lust.

"I researched you for months," he admitted. He refused to lie to her any longer. "I followed you at night when you jogged, and tracked your movements otherwise. You were under surveillance for nearly six months."

He hurt her. He could smell the scent of her inner pain and he hated it.

"Why did you choose me? Why not the head of security? Or the head manager? Why a lowly assistant manager with limited power?"

He snorted at that. "You mean the lazy manager who has shifted all the work, responsibility and information to your shoulders while claiming the fruits of your labor?" He asked. "I didn't have to get very close to smell the laziness on that woman to know the truth of her. All I had to do was read the file that had been prepared on her."

"How did you know Albrecht would be here during the security upgrade?"

"I had my sources." He shrugged.

"How many of you are working together?"

Matthias flashed her a grin. "How many of us did you see?"

"You had help," she bit out. "How else did you manage to get my luggage or have my car moved? You couldn't have done this alone."

"I was alone." He wouldn't tell her different. There was always a chance she wasn't the person he thought she was, and he didn't dare betray the others. "Stop asking me questions, Grace. We'll talk when we get to the cabin."

"Stop touching me then. And I swear to God, if your fingers go any higher, the first chance I get I'm cutting them off your hand."

His hand had slid higher, inches above her knee, and despite her order, she was enjoying it. The smell of her arousal was now covering her fear. The air around him was indolent with the scent of a wicked storm. He could feel the wild pulse of her blood beneath her flesh, and knew it matched his own.

"I’ve been dying to touch you, Grace," he finally admitted. "Holding back these past weeks has been hell on my control."

"Well isn't that just too damned bad," she snapped, though he could hear the breathlessness, the hunger inside her. "Because you don't have a chance in hell now. Unless it's rape you're after, big boy, you fucked up when you pulled that trigger. I wouldn't sleep with you now if all that mating heat crap the tabloids printed was true."

2007-12-03T14:00:00.000-08:00

Recommended Read from Lora Leigh!

SURE THING by Lorie O'Clare Available Now at Ellora's CaveISBN: 9781419914829 Joanie Showalter planned her very first cruise along the coast of Alaska. What she didn't plan on was taking it alone. But when her husband quickly files for divorce, and then moves in with his secretary, the last thing Joanie is going to do is let him have the cruise tickets so he can take his bimbo girlfriend.

Joanie also didn't plan on being stranded in Seward, Alaska when the tour van leaves without her. Her situation grows even worse when an old Inuit woman accuses her of intentionally wearing a sex charm and seducing her grandson. The woman yells at her in her native tongue, and its impossible for Joanie to explain that she bought the turquoise necklace on the ship. It's not magic--or is it?Corbin Silver was raised to treat women with respect. He would never openly make passes at a lady simply because she's distractingly beautiful. But it's not every day a gorgeous woman is stranded in his home town, and believes the necklace she has will make him lust after her. This is too good of an opportunity to pass up. After all, everyone is just waiting for them to strip naked publicly and have sex. He is a gentleman though, and Joanie is stuck without her credit cards or luggage. It's only good manners to insist on putting her up at his place while she's here. He plans on taking advantage of this silly superstition and sexually teasing and torturing her in every room of his home. After a few days though, he knows magic or not, he doesn't want Joanie to leave. More so, Joanie is struggling with the same attraction. Maybe magic brought them together, but if it's true love, there is nothing stronger to keep them together.

EXCERPT: Feeling sorry for herself really pissed her off. Talk about frustrating. Either she could be mad that she'd believed she had what it took to impress that many men or she could be angry at the old woman for ruining her good time by informing her the necklace she wore was a sex charm. Or she could let some tiny piece of jewelry control her. "I'm not going to rely on some hexed piece of jewelry to provide me with entertainment," she grumbled and raised her hand to throw the damned thing away. "Ouch," she shrieked when she hit what seemed like a steel wall. Backing up quickly, she reared into the door to the café. "Why did you hit me?" A tall--very tall--dark man glared down at her. Joanie looked up at a very broad chest. She looked up further past the tuft of black hair that curled over the top of his shirt. Leaning her head back, she stared into compelling green eyes that almost glowed against a dark complexion. Eyes a woman could drown in. The ground shifted underneath her. "I'm...I'm sorry." Her mouth went dry and she realized it was because her jaw had dropped open. She shut it quickly. "I didn't see you." He raised an eyebrow. Joanie couldn't create more space between them with the door pressing against her back. So she stepped to the side and almost tripped over her shoes. Grabbing the edge of a trashcan that sat to the side of the door, she balanced herself. Then let go of the trash receptacle quickly and rubbed her hands on her jeans. "I'm usually hard to miss." The man cocked his head at her, probably trying to determine if she had all of her oars in the water. "Are you lost?" "No," she said quickly. "I was trying to…" She looked at the necklace balled in her hand. "I mean, I wanted to throw this thing…" Once again she strained her neck to stare up at the giant in front of her. He had the longest eyelashes she'd ever seen on a man. They were shiny black, just like his hair, which was pulled away from his face. His shoulders were so broad and he was so tall that he filled her vision. How could she not notice him before hitting him in the chest? His gaze dropped to her hand. She straightened her fingers, holding the tangled necklace up for him to see, as if that would explain her actions. She was making even a bigger fool of herself. And in front of the most beautiful man she'd ever laid eyes on. He had to stand a good six-and-a-half-feet tall. He wasn't bulky though. He'd been right in front of her before she'd even noticed him. There was a strong silence about him, like a large, deadly predator capable of snagging prey before it even knew it was hunted. Joanie let her attention return to his broad chest, thick arms and unreadable expression. He had a long, straight nose, high, broad cheekbones and a strong, firm jaw. This man was king of his world. She'd almost guarantee it. Thick, straight black hair was pulled back from his face, bound behind him so she couldn't tell how long it was with him facing her. Not that she could see over his shoulders anyway. They were broad, like a linebacker, but he wasn't heavy--far from it. Her knuckles still tingled from accidentally punching all that hard, solid muscle. "Is there some custom in the lower forty eight where you throw necklaces that I don't know about?" If he was amused, there was no way of telling by the stone expression he gave her. "Of course not. The old woman inside told me..." For some reason she couldn't form the words love or sex in front of this man. Heat burned her cheeks, swelled inside her, then tumbled down her insides until it pooled between her legs. She nibbled her lip, looking down at the necklace. Maybe taking it off caused a reverse affect. Possibly it now worked its magic on her, turning her into a babbling idiot in front of the most gorgeous man possibly in all of Alaska. Hell, maybe he wasn't even good-looking. After all, hadn't men told her for the past few days she was the best thing they'd seen in ages? The necklace had tricked them. Now it would make a fool out of her. "Anyway, I got all mad and just wanted to throw it away." She continued chewing on her lip, realizing she wasn't making any sense. The large man nodded, his expression still sober although she swore his black eyes suddenly sparkled like rare jewels. "Grandmother's bark is worse than her bite. She wouldn't want you harboring hostility. Best to resolve this now." With that he put a strong hand on her shoulder. His touch scorched her skin through her sweater as he turned her around and guided her back into the café.

2007-11-28T04:21:00.000-08:00

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2007-11-21T18:59:00.000-08:00

It's hard to believe Thanksgiving is here again! I'll be celebrating with my family tomorrow, so I wanted to wish all of you a very Happy Thanksgiving tonight.

And, since one of the things I am most thankful for is you, my wonderful readers, I wanted to leave you with a little treat from my current work-in-progress. One of my advanced readers called after reading this and told me that above all else, one certain line absolutely can't be cut from this... See if you can guess which line! *grin*

Nauti Dreams (unedited excerpt)

Her knees were weakening. She could feel her legs turning to mush, right along with her objections. This was Natches. Wicked, erotic Natches. His kisses were a flame that burned to the icy core of her. His touch was an inferno, warming her from the inside out.

And she needed to be warm. Just for a little while. She needed to be warmed by him, just one more time.

As his lips moved over her neck, her arms found strength. As his hands pushed beneath the hem of her jeans, she struggled against him, pushing at his arms.

“Easy Chay.”

“Not easy.” She nipped at his neck, clearly surprising him as she tugged at his t shirt. She wanted him bare as well. She wanted to feel him against her, bare flesh to bare flesh. She needed it.

He whipped the shirt from his body and tossed it aside as her hands went to his belt then. Shaking, uncertain, her fingers pulled and tugged at his belt.

“There you go Chay. Get naughty for me.”

She tore at the metal button, then eased the zipper over the hard, throbbing length of his cock. She eased it down slowly, working it over the stiff ridge as a hard growl passed his lips.

He wanted her naughty? She wasn’t naughty, she was starving for him. Five years of pent up hunger blazed through her, erupting from a well of need that she’d had no idea existed within her.

2007-11-16T08:21:00.000-08:00

Thanks to you, Nauti Nights made #13 on the New York Times Trade Bestseller list! Watch for the list on November 25th!

ISBN: 042521740X
Publisher: Berkley
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James “Dawg” Mackey has lusted after sweet Crista Jansen for years. Just as many as she’s spent running
from him—and from that dangerous attraction that shot like a spark through her whole body. But now for Crista, running isn’t an option anymore because Dawg’s got a plan. It’s kind of low-down. And kind of hot.
Blackmail is a dirty word, but Dawg will use it if that’s what it takes to get Crista where he wants her. His hungers are too hard and fierce not to. He doesn’t realize that Crista has a longing too. She’s knows what he’s up to, what he’s capable of. He didn’t get that nickname for nothing. And before the night is through, Crista’s making him work for it.

UNEDITED EXCERPT:

This excerpt is intended for those readers 18 years old or older.

It was nightmare.

No, it wasn’t a nightmare because she was pretty damned sure she was awake. And in nightmares, bullets weren’t real. They weren’t real and they weren’t exploding around the warehouse like hellish fireflies destroying everything they lodged inside.

Nightmares came with a certain understanding that it was a dream. Not Real. This was a certain understanding it was definitely real and if something really good didn’t happen really soon then she was going to have holes in her body that were not supposed to be there.

She fought to hold back her screams as bullets whizzed over her head again, popping in the wood crates around her and sending a shower of wood chips and shattered glass from inside around her head.

This was bad. Very bad. She stared around, wide eyed and dazed as she scrambled around more boxes, more crates, fighting for as much protection between her and the bullets as she could find.

Crista Jensen was certain her horoscope hadn’t said anything about bullets today. Something about dark knights and ill-advised trips, but there had been nothing in there about bullets.
She would have remembered.

She would have changed her plans.

Oh boy would she have changed her plans.

Scuttling behind what she hoped was a very thickly packed crate, she covered her head with her arms as glass sprayed around her.

Those weren’t just regular bullets. Those were fast bullets. Automatic? Uzi? Something. The kind that spit fire as they pelleted out dozens of rounds at a time. And she knew because the red flashes of light in the otherwise dark interior of the warehouse were a pretty good clue, she screamed silently to herself.

A terrified squak, a cross between a squeak and a squawk fell from her lips as chips of wood exploded from the sides of the crate she found to hide behind.

They were serious out there. People were killing people and she was caught in the crossfire and wondering how the hell she was going to get out of this one.

She knew this was a bad idea.

She knew. She had felt that sick feeling in her gut the minute she stepped into the cavernous warehouse and realized the lights didn’t work. But had she, dumbass that she was, backed out and left? Oh hell now, she had just pulled her penlight from her back and trudged merrily on her way looking for that stupid box. She told the delivery company to deliver to her home, not here. Yet when she returned home from work what had she found? An official notice that her package had been dropped off at their local distribution warehouse and why, lookie, there had been the magical key to open the damned locker it was in.

Well guess what? There was no locker here, she told herself sarcastically. No locker, but plenty of bullets singing a macabre tune through the darkness.

So now, rather than collecting her belongings she was just trying to stay alive. When did fate decided to bust Crista Jensen’s ass? For God’s sake, hadn’t she had enough bad luck in the past eight years?

This was all Dawg’s fault, she decided. Every bit of it. He lived and he breathed and because of it, fate hated her. Fate was female, right? It was probably jealous. There could be no other explanation.

This was so bad.

“Where did the fucking girl go—?“ A harsh, accented voice called out roughly.

Okay she was the only girl she knew of in this stupid place. She had only heard male orders, commands and screams since hell had erupted around her.

Crista turned, crawling on her hands and bare knees—she should have worn jeans instead of one of her few good skirts—trying her best to get as far away from the mayhem and bloodshed as possible.

She knew not to come in here, she reminded herself. Remember that sick feeling? That panicked feeling? Hadn’t she learned years ago it meant bad things? Get the hell out of Dodge type things?

She had been feeling it more and more lately. And this was just another event in a long string of very odd events. Clothes that would go missing then turn back up in her closet, freshly washed. The feeling of being watched. Odd phone calls in the middle of the night and strangers who thought they knew her.

Hadn’t she told her brother last week that something was wrong? And speaking of screwy brothers, where the hell was hers? Dammit, Alex would have to disappear when she needed him most.

And she hadn’t told him goodbye when she talked to him.

Strange that she should remember that as she wedged herself into a dark, musty corner surrounded by crates and backed by a cement support beam.

She hadn’t told Alex goodbye when she talked to him last week. She had just hung up on him because he had something totally idiotic.

Something along the lines of “Call Dawg.”

Oh yeah, right. She was going to do that.

He should have known better than to make such an insane suggestion. Where the hell had his mind gone in the past eight years? Had he forgotten how hard it had been for her to stay in Somerset that summer? Dawg had chased her with steady determination for months before the rest of her world had collapsed around her. Even though it was more than obvious that he hadn’t remembered that one stolen night she had spent in his bed, he had still chased after her with a determination that reminded her why they called him Dawg.

Because he never let up. He never gave up.

She flinched as a projectile tore through the side of the crate that she had hoped was thick enough to protect her. She stared at the hole it made coming out, mere inches from her upraised knees and gagged.

It was nearly the size of her fist.

“Get down!”

She heard the male voice screaming from a distance as another bullet ricocheted against the cement beam, inches above her head.

She went down. All the way down. And fought to get through the small crack between the support beam and the heavy crate, wondering how the hell a bullet could penetrate it when she couldn’t even move it.

Clawing desperately at the side of the crate, she pressed, pushed, wedging herself into the minute amount of space and almost—almost managing to escape.

She screamed, terror racing through her, freezing her blood to ice as hard fingers grabbed her hair and pulled her back, jerking her back by the thick dark strands and sending agonizing pain racing through her neck.

Her hands reach back, her nails clawing at the wrist behind her, fighting, struggling as she was dragged from the only means of escape in sight.

“Stupid whore! Where’s my fucking money? I teach you to betray me, puta!”

She was jerked around, staring back in horror at the dark eyes and pitted face of what she was certain had to be a demon.

Stringy black hair fell over his narrow brow, his flat cheekbones were ruddy with rage, his dark brown eyes lit almost red with fury. And he had a gun.

Crista watched, in slow motion. She had heard that expression, events passing in slow motion and hadn’t believed it until now.

Now she was watching it. Tearless. Breathless. Watching in slow motion as his arm raised. One hand pushed her against the cement support, the other was coming up. Up.

But the shot came too soon.

One minute she was watching that black weapon level up to her, the next a shower of red exploded around her as her hands flew to her face and a scream tore from her as his body jerked forward, then fell.

Right at her feet.

“Goddamn you Crista!”

She recognized that voice.

Jerking her head up from the sight of the bloody mess her assailants face was now, she stared back at a black masked figure, LAW ENFORCEMENT emblazoned across the bullet proof jacket he was jerking from his broad chest.

“Put it on damn you!” His voice was a hard rasp, guttural, animalistic as he jerked her around and strapped her into the vest until the black velco strips were holding it snugly to her chest and back.

“Let’s go!” Hard gloved fingers wrapped around her arm as with a shove, the crate she had been fighting to move was pushed back as though it were no more than a heavy box. “Move it!”

He pushed her through the opening before gripping her arm again and pulling her through the dark.

“What’s going on?” She breathed out roughly. She couldn’t scream, she couldn’t cry. All she could do was follow Dawg.

And she knew it was Dawg. Those brilliant Celadon green eyes, that dark male honeyed voice. No other man sounded like Dawg. No other man moved like him or smelled like him.

And besides, it was just her dumb luck. He was here. She was here. Hell was erupting around her. Fate was laughing her ass off, and it was all Dawg’s fault.

“Shut up!” He snarled, not even bothering to so much as try to explain as he pushed her through the darkness. “Keep your mouth shut, keep your head down and if God is in a good mood today, I might be able to save your ass.”

Save her ass?

“But I was just here—“

“Just fucking save it.” He pushed her against something cement, the dim light that spilled in from overhead windows emphasizing the enraged flames in his eyes. “I just killed a man for you, princess. A man worth a hell of a lot more alive than he was dead. Now shut your goddamned mouth and do exactly what I say. Exactly. Or I’ll slap cuffs on you and haul you in so fast you won’t have time to twitch that pretty ass of yours.”

Before she could process the fact that they were racing from the back of the warehouse, Dawg was lifting her into the backseat of his black four by four double cab pick up, his eyes glowing with rage as his fingers tangled in her hair. He stared down at her remorseless before gripping the bottom of her t-shirt and wiping it roughly over her lower face.

Blood. She shuddered at the thought. Someone else’s blood stained her now. Then, Dawg forced her head back a second before his lips covered hers.

Gunfire receded. Reality dimmed. The world narrowed down to his lips slanted over hers, his tongue pressing between them as hers opened. Electricity sparked, exploded, and sizzled through her head with a dazzling display of color as pleasure tore through her system.
Eight years without him. Without this. Without the hunger that consumed and burned away the ragged wound in her soul that leaving him eight years before, had left inside her.

Her hands curled against the bulletproof vest and a whimper that shocked her vibrated from her throat as he tore his lips from hers as quickly as he had taken them.

She stared up at him, wide-eyed, shocked, as he glared back at her.

“Where did you park?” He snapped out.

Her lips trembled as she fought to drag in enough air to answer him.

“The back lot,” she whispered as he jerked her purse open and before she could stop him, pulled her keys from inside.

“You’re damned lucky your car wasn’t there when this started Crista,” he snarled. “Luckier than you’ll ever know. Now, lay down. Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t twitch. So help me God, if you give yourself away in here I’ll toss you into a cell so deep and so dark you won’t know up or down. Do we have that clear?”

She tried to nod, just as she was trying to breath. A second later he was pushing her to the seat, pressing her cheek into the fine black leather with a harsh order to ‘stay’ before the door slammed and he was gone.

And she was alone. She could still hear the gunfire, but it was distant, and easing away. It was replaced with shouted orders, vehicles moving, and strident calls.

Inside the truck she shuddered, drew her knees to her chest and tried to still the shaking in her body.

Shock. She knew she must be having some kind of shock reaction because it was the middle of the summer. She shouldn’t be freezing so hard she was shaking, breathing shouldn’t be hard. And God help her if she puked in Dawg’s new truck. He would probably shoot her himself then.
She forced herself to breath slowly, evenly, to draw in the scent of Dawg that permeated his truck and filled her senses with memories. Memories she had fought to forget for eight long years.

The feel of his thighs between hers, parting them as lowered himself to her. Watching as one large hand gripped the shaft of his cock, nudging it against the hot, wet curls between her thighs.
“Wax your pussy,” he had growled. “So I can see your soft flesh gripping my dick.”

Her womb clenched at the memory, as clear now as it had been the morning after.

And he didn’t even remember it. She still had to fight back the rage and the pain of that one. The bastard. He had seen her two days later and had looked right through her as she stood in her parents convenience store, her heart in her throat, certain that he had come for her.

But he hadn’t. He had smiled and flirted and on his arm hung some stupid twit blonde bimbo that cooed over his muscles as he paid for ice and snacks.

He had made some cheerful comment to Crista about her hair, and she glared at him. He had frowned, tried again, and she had turned her back and left Alex to take care of him. Because she couldn’t look at him, she couldn’t bear remembering and knowing that not so much as a glimmer of that night remained in his memories. Knowing, that if he had her again, they wouldn’t be alone.

And then weeks later, the knowledge that she hadn’t escaped that night without repercussions. She had carried his child.

Her initial reaction had been one of anger, of resentment. He was partying, enjoying his life and his women and the dirty little sex games he and his cousins played and she was pregnant.
But within days that anger had stilled. The knowledge she would always have a part of him had consumed her young mind, her heart. The heart she had given Dawg on a sultry summer night. And that happiness had built, filling her, glowing inside her.

Until three months to the day after he had taken her. The day she had lost the child she had grown to love so deeply. She had left the clinic Alex had taken her to, packed her bags and left for Virginia with friends who had been visiting that week.

And here she was, eight years later, her fingers curled into the leather of his truck seat, shaking, terrified as the sound of gunfire finally eased away and shouted commands filled the night instead.

Suddenly, the implications of her very precarious position slammed inside her head. She was at the scene of an obvious raid of some sort. Wasn’t that what they called it? A raid? A sting? And she had been right smack dab in the middle of it.

Which meant she was about to be right smack dab in the middle of a whole lot of suspicion.

Fubar. That’s what this entire fucking night had turned into. Fucked up beyond all repair, and it was all his own damned fault.

He stared into the shadowed expanse of the warehouse parking lot, his brows lowered, trying to make sense of what he had done and why. The why of it more than anything else.

What had crashed through the hard core of training and beliefs in what he was doing long enough to rush Crista from the warehouse and hide her? What had made him risk his own safety, his own freedom, for a woman.

“I moved her Rodeo,” Natches said, sidling up to Dawg as he stood guarding the warehouse entrance. “She was parked outside the range of the cameras and her head was down as she came through the entrance. With any luck, we can cover her identity.”

Dawg glanced at his cousin and best friend from the corner of his eyes. He was half tempted to blame his cousin for every second of this madness. Following the vague warning he had given, Dawg had moved to find who they assumed was the female seller who had entered the warehouse. She was the only one unaccounted for now.

Because Dawg had moved to intercept her ahead of the rest of the team, and reacted rather than thinking. If he had given himself time to think she would be stretched out on the warehouse floor with the rest of the bastards they had arrested in the raid.

They had the buyers, the sellers, four missing experimental missiles and their guidance chips. It was a damned good haul for the investigation. Except for the fact that the woman who had masterminded the deal hadn’t arrived.

That, or she was hiding in the backseat of Dawg’s pickup truck.

“Remind me why we’re covering her identity,” Dawg said softly, his gaze tracking the rest of the combined ATF and Homeland Security team.

“Because she’s not involved?” Natches hazard a mocking guess.

“She was here,” Dawg pointed out, even as he ignored the hard mental flash of denial that Crista could be involved in this in any way.

“Uh-huh.” Natches nodded. “Of which I warned you. You were the one that jerked her out like a wolf protecting its mate, not me cousin. I just covered your six. That’s my job. Remember?”
Like a wolf protecting its mate. Or a Dawg protecting a bone, he thought sarcastically.

He had taken one look at her and something inside him had exploded in awareness. He knew damned good and well what would happen if he didn’t get her out of there. If she had been caught with the others, with the description of the female suspect they had, she would have never gotten out of the arrest and coming imprisonment. Involved or not.

And why that should matter to him, he couldn’t figure out.

“She’s not involved.” Natches cradled his rifle in his arms like a lover as he stared back at Dawg. “That’s not Crista, Dawg.”

Maybe it wasn’t. But then again, maybe it was, and he just couldn’t see it for his own lust.
Dawg tightened his lips and stared back at the organized chaos inside the now well-lit warehouse. He was a paranoid son of a bitch. He trusted no one but the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost, and Crista wasn’t included in the Trinity last he checked.

Yet, he was risking his own life to protect her. Not because Natches’ voice had been warning, concerned. But because his own emotions had interfered with the job for the first time in eight years. And as he stood there, watching the arrests, the recovery of the missiles and their chips, and felt the sense of triumph that team radiated, he felt disassociated.

He was impatient. Eager to have it over with, because his mind was brewing with all the possibles filtering through it. It was possible Crista wasn’t involved. And if she wasn’t, then it was possible that for the first time since her return a year ago, he had an edge on her. She couldn’t just turn and run, as she was wont to do whenever he came near.

Oh no. Not anymore.

His eyes narrowed and his lips curled with an anticipatory smile.

He had lived on instinct too damned long to discount it, and instinct was giving her the benefit of a doubt. But he was still a part of the ATF, and she was at the scene of an arms buy. She also fit the brief description of the one female in the group of thieves that had hi-jacked the weapons and attempted to sell them.

He was going to have to keep an eye on her. A very close eye on her.

“Oh hell, I hate that smile,” Natches suddenly groaned beside him. “Dawg, what the hell are you up to?”

Dawg glanced over at him, his brow lifting in mocking innocence. “I’m just considering how best to determine who’s guilty and who’s innocent,” he drawled. “Nothing for you to worry about Natches. Nothing whatsoever.”

It was a lot for him to worry about, and even more for Crista.

For him, because Crista made him break his own rules, and that was something Dawg never did, under any circumstances. And her, because he was going to take payment for those rules out of her sweet little body.

Natches shoulders slumped. “Hell. Why do I have a feeling now that I should have just played the Knight in Shining Armor myself rather than giving you the opportunity to pull your head out of your ass?”

Dawg snorted at that. “Stop worrying. I have it covered.”

“I’m guaranteed to worry at any time that you tell me not to worry. It’s a cosmic rule.”
Dawg lifted his brows and chuckled in amusement. “Trust me.”

Natches stared back at him in worried disbelief.

“Man, don’t go pulling that kamikaze shit on me again, okay? Four years of it in the Marines were enough. You promised to take it easy once we got home. Remember?” Natches reminded him. “Think about your knee man. You’re only one good accident from being a cripple. Let’s not push it. Kay?”

Dawg let his grin widened. “Take it easy? Easy wasn’t what I had in mind, but taking it sure as hell is.”

Natches stared at him suspiciously. “Don’t do something you’re going to regret man. I don’t have time to pull your ass out of any fires.”

Dawg clapped him on the shoulder before moving toward the men being lifted from the cement floor and prepared for a nice little trip to the nearest jail cell. “No worries, Natches.” He grinned over his shoulder. “No worries at all. Catch ya later.”

He had plans to make. Plans that included one sexy little waitress, his bed, and all kinds of wet, hot, nasty sex acts.

The next time she turned her back on him, she would at least remember what it felt like, what it meant to be owned by him. And by God, before it was over, he would own her. Heart and soul. By fair means or by foul. The Dawg wasn’t playing anymore.

2007-08-18T07:29:00.000-07:00

I haven't forgotten about the blog, things have just been insane.
Hidden Agenda's and Tanner's Scheme has released and the feedback on it has been great. Those of you who have emailed, I am taking notes. And I always appreciate your opinions. I'm behind on email, but its catching up. I'm behind schedule on my writing as well, but hopefully I'll be caught up there soon too.
I do have some good news. St. Martins has contracted six more books to the Tempting SEALs series. I have edits coming on Killer Secrets, my march 08 release, and the editor seems very excited over this book. I think Ian and Kira's story is the strongest of the three books, and now I'm really anticipating getting into Nathan's book. His book is the first of the new contracts and he promises to be an incredibly intense and emotional book. I've loved Nathan from the start. The idea for his story started this series, and I can't wait to get started on it.
I've also contracted two more novella's to St. Martins as well, so the next two years look exciting for my SEALs. I hope you enjoy the new stories coming, and later in the year I should have more information on the upcoming books.
Until then, in answer to many of the questions I've been getting in email.
1. Will Dragon Prime be out in print?
A. I have no idea. Ellora's Cave hasn't informed me that it's going into print, but should I hear anything I will let you know.
2. Will Soul Deep be out in print?
A. I've heard it will be, but Ellora's Cave hasn't contacted me concerning it. You can email them for more information at service@ellorascave.com
3. Will Surrender from the out of print Ties That Bind, come back to print?
A. See the answers above. I've heard nothing in regards to putting this title back into print. You can email Ellora's Cave though for information.
4. Are you going to write Jonas Wyatt's book?
Most definitely. He's too strong a character to ever leave out. Once I have Dawn's Awakening which released in 08 finished and Mercury's War, also scheduled to release in 08, completed then I can look at which books come next and let you know then. Until then, I'm just working on getting the books finished and getting my schedule back on track.
5. Will Natches from the Nauti Trilogy have his book?
Oh yes, definitely. I'll be working on that one with the next few months. I expect to have it written and turned in by the end of the year.
6. Will you be finishing the Wizard Twins series.
A. Yes. You should be seeing two short stories by the end of the year at least. At least thats what I'm hoping. If it doesn't happen please don't hold it against me because I haven't managed to catch my schedule up yet.

I think thats about it for now. I'm going back to work. I'm completing the final chapters on Wicked Pleasure and working on Dawn's Awakening, hopefully I'll have these books finished by the end of the month.
Wicked Pleasure is the ninth book in the Bound Hearts series. I hope you enjoy it.
And remember, if you have any problems finding any of my previous print titles you can now find them in autographed print at www.dreamsbynight.com

Lora

2007-06-12T08:53:00.001-07:00

The first full length Bound Hearts novel releases today June 12, 2007, from St. Martin's Griffin.

Written as a stand alone, a full length introduction into the world of the men who are members, or have been members of an elite Virginia Club where men whose passions run dark and hot and whose love will break the boundaries of a woman's heart.

I hope you enjoy the first full length novel in this series Forbidden Pleasures.
To purchase the first seven novella's to this series, please visit www.dreamsbynight.com

Forbidden Pleasure by Lora LeighPublisher: St. Martin's GriffinPaperback: 352 pages ISBN-10: 0312368712 Recommended Read!"I have to say that this was one of the most amazing books I have read. The emotions that run rampant throughout the book, lust, love, affection, anger, and fear, are so well depicted that you are pulled into the lives of these three characters and the world around them." Serena ~ Fallen Angel

ReviewsFive Blue Ribbons!"Highly intense, poignantly emotional, and wonderfully delicious, FORBIDDEN PLEASURE was a truly decadent read." Natasha Smith ~ Romance Junkies

5 Clovers!"Dedicated fans of her Bound Hearts series will be ecstatic to find that releasing through New York publishers has not dowsed any of the heat they have come to crave in her books, but has instead ramped up both the steamy scenes and the plot intensity. This full length novel brings us the most complex Bound Hearts story yet, with mysteries, action, and plot twists that will have you biting your nails in anticipation of the finish." Jennifer ~ CK2S Kwips & Kritiques

4.5 Roses!"This book is steamy and sexy and fun!" Jackie ~ A Romance Review

Forbidden Pleasure by Lora Leigh - Book VIII of the Bound Hearts Series
The Club is private, exclusive and only for those men whose fantasies run to the more forbidden side...
People have heard only fleeting rumors about The Club. Located just outside Washington, D.C., only its members know where men go when they want to indulge the desire to share their women with a carefully selected male partner.
Former FBI agent John 'Mac' McCoy resigned his membership from The Club when he married Keiley Hardin. Tempting and innocent, sweet and sexy, she would never accept Mac's desires to share her with another man. However, Keiley's growing curiosity and Mac's own fantasies of sharing his wife haunt his dreams. And his passions.
Unable to wait any longer, Mac invites his best friend Jethro Riggs, to their home with the intention of drawing Keiley into the pleasures that can only be achieved when two men love the same woman.
But there's more going on in Mac's neck of the woods than a little additional pleasure. A past case involving a stalker who likes to play games has shown up again, but now Keiley is in the middle of it all. Passion and pleasure, danger and desire combine as the forbidden becomes an addiction none of them can escape.
Read an excerpt: http://www.loraleig h.com/boundheart s/forbidden- pleasure/

2007-05-19T20:36:00.000-07:00

Another Recommended Read. I highly suggest trying this one out.

Book 2 in the Hot in the Saddle series.

Clay Russell had plans. Win the Nationals in bull-riding, then start his own spread breeding horses. Instead his family roped him into leaving Arizona to get a struggling ranch in North Carolina back on its feet.

He didn’t expect it to be something beyond his ability. He didn’t expect Rusty Blackhawk to be a woman. Or a witch. But the little bundle of dynamite lit his fuse in more ways than one. Keeping his mind on the job and his hands off the saucy little Rusty was taking all his control, and then some.

Rusty had no choice but to take the Russells’ offer and partner up with them. She wasn’t expecting to like Clay Russell. But it was mighty hard to ignore the tall, handsome cowboy when her body—and her soul—was saying “yes! yes! yes!”

Neither of them expected the fireball of passion that exploded between them, or the danger that would threaten their lives. But it was nothing a little bit of magic—and a whole lot of love—couldn’t fix.

2007-05-14T14:30:00.000-07:00

Its just not my day.... Or my dogs

My poor little Pomeranian Cato. I love him. He's beautiful, and friendly and playful and always wants to be a good puppy.

Unless being a good puppy means letting you groom him, then he turns into the demon dog. Wiggling, growling, threatening to snap at me. I mean, he gets GROUCHY.
So, okay, I'm thinking, the grouchy dog can go to the groomer.

So, I take my long silky haired Cato to the groomer. I say, Do Not Shave My Puppy. Groom him out and trim him up, especially around the hindquarters where he can be prone to get messy sometimes because the hair was so damned long.

So, I leave my puppy in what I was assured was capable hands and returned a few hours later.

God, if this is an indication of what of the week is going to be like, I think I'm gonna find a hole to hide in.

I pick up my puppy, and he was SHAVED. All but his neck and head.
Their excuse? His undercoat was matted.
EXCUSE ME. DUH!! Didn't I say he won't let me comb him or brush him? Did I not SAY do not SHAVE MY PUPPY!!!
Grrr.
I need to find a cave to hide in. My puppy is hiding from me. He glares at me now. I really don't think he's happy with me....

2007-05-10T20:55:00.000-07:00

A definite RECOMMENDED READ. You have to check this one out

Hanging By A Moment by Susie Charles. A unique and erotic paranormal tale.

COMING 11 MAY! Book 2 in the Were Watching series: Hanging By A Moment by Susie Charles
ISBN: 9781419911354

BLURB:

Ziggy Trudeau, Were Watching’s Mr. Responsible, neither wants nor needs a mate.

Blocked to the whole thought of taking a mate due to a horrific incident that still haunts him, Ziggy is totally unprepared when he meets Summer Grayson, and his mating instinct goes off the radar. She’s about as far from his “typical” woman as it’s possible to get.

Summer, still tentatively feeling her way among people again after an attack by an ex-lover that almost killed her, is knocked six ways to Sunday when the hunky werewolf makes a move on her. But her ex-lover is still searching for her, bent on hurting her again. Ziggy, so protective of Summer that no other man can even breathe near her without having a death wish, appoints himself as Summer’s personal “bodyguard”, his sole focus being to “protect” her.

The only person who believes that’s the reason is Ziggy, so deep in denial he can’t see the forest for the trees.

But if Ziggy wants more from Summer, he needs to come to terms with his past and make up his mind—fast! He’s going to have to fight for his mate…to the death.

EXCERPT Hanging By A Moment

Ziggy’s whole body tightened as he finally caught sight of the “who” Rico’s eyes were latched onto. A lady in a deep ruby-red cheongsam with side slits from ankle to just short of indecent, showing a flash of thighs in black silk stockings and four-inch heels as she walked. Long, dead-straight, blue-black hair fell in a glossy rope from the ponytail she wore high on her head, a dainty mask covering her eyes providing a hint of mystery.

Yeah baby, he thought as the vision headed their way. A steady throb set up in his groin, and it was no wonder. The dress she wore was neither flashy nor as overtly sexual as the clothing most of the females in the club wore. In fact it was simple and understated by comparison—a touch of feminine sophistication in a world dominated by leather and chains—and amplified her considerable charms to the extreme. But the effect was so overwhelmingly sexy, so…classy. Definitely very classy. “Who is she?”

Unbidden, a vision of her naked sprang to mind, her riding him, all that long hair falling around them in a shiny curtain as he gripped her waist and thrust up inside her. The image was so real his cock surged inside his pants, pinching against the studs on his fly. The throb became an uncomfortable pounding and he was glad for the industrial strength studs—making an introduction by having his cock bust out of his pants was not the way he preferred to impress ladies.

Ignoring the aching discomfort, Ziggy sniffed the air discreetly, trying to pinpoint her particular scent. And when he caught it—a soft orange blossom fragrance—every nerve ending in his body rioted, his cock going from hard to rock-solid stiff so fast he jolted, slipping a little off the barstool. Taking the hint, he stood, giving the steel-hard pike in his pants a bit more room.

Rico cast a curious eye over his shoulder at Ziggy and grinned. “Oh, you’ve finally seen something you like?”

“Give me a break, Rico. A man would have to be dead not to like that.”

“Even so,” chuckled Rico.

“Funny. Who’s the comedian now?” Ziggy rolled his eyes. “So?”

“She’s my hostess.”

“You have a hostess? Since when?”

“Only on the weekends.” Rico cast Ziggy a sideways glance. “It certainly has been a while, hasn’t it…”

Well that would explain why he hadn’t seen her—he’d made a few forays to Dark Side over the past months, but they’d been mostly midweek when things were a little quieter. “And she does what, exactly?”

“Keeps the customers happy.”

“Meaning?”

“Not what you’re thinking, my friend. Summer is off limits.”

Summer…summer… “This wouldn’t be the ‘summer’ of the ‘summer bet’, would it?” The name certainly fit. Sultry, even the scent of her reminded him of warm nights, sea breezes…naked bodies sliding over silky sheets… In particular his and hers.

“You got it. We had a small wager on a new lady member I’ve had my eye on. I lost…” Rico watched Summer, his eyebrow lifting as he scanned her from head to toe. “Or so I thought.”

“But has she…does she ever…” Ziggy coughed to cover the husky croak in his voice.

The deception didn’t fool Rico and he let out a short bark of a laugh before turning serious. “No. Not that most of the Doms in here wouldn’t grab her in a second if she gave them half a chance.”

As they watched, Summer stopped at a table. Ziggy knew the three men she spoke to—by sight, at least. Although two of the men had their subs with them, he watched in growing aggravation as she was pulled, laughing, onto the lap of Miles Romansky, the owner of the largest trucking firm in the state. The man was well-known as being partial to the more hardcore fetishes, and Ziggy’s whole body stiffened and went on alert as the man pulled her closer, looking up at her with a determined expression on his face.

The feel of Rico’s fingers gripping his arm made him aware that he’d actually taken a step toward them. “It will be fine. Just watch.”

With some reluctance he took his seat again. Unable to relinquish the tension zinging through his body, Ziggy watched in amazement as Summer smiled at the overbearing Dom and whispered something in his ear. The hardened expression erased so that the man smiled and laughed, caressing her generous ass in an almost affectionate way before he kissed her palm briefly and released her so that she could stand.

“Damn!” Ziggy let out the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“She does have a way about her, doesn’t she?” said Rico, fondness, almost pride in his tone.

She had a way that Ziggy was dying to get to know all right. Preferably with his cock first and her mouth later. Except it seemed to be taking forever for her to reach them. Dammit!

He was distracted momentarily as his view of Summer was blocked by the lady in red. Since her subtle “messages” had failed to do the job, she was trying the more direct approach, and stood in front of him, not saying a word, her “message”, though, quite blatant.

It was patently obvious now to Ziggy why she hadn’t managed to snag his attention on any of her previous forays past him. Compared to the understated elegance of Summer, the “Lady in Red” barely rated a first glance, let alone a second. Brash, a surly curl to her highly glossed lips, even the outfit she wore was like a billboard advertising what she had to offer, rather than one to entice and seductively lure a discerning male. Irritated at having his observation of Summer interrupted, he faced the woman, his expression impassive.

“Your name?”

“Mindy, sir.”

It was the slight slur on the title that made him stiffen.

“Well, Mindy, I’m not sure if you’re new or not, but if you want to get a Dom’s attention, this is not the way to do it. Now move away.”

“But—”

He glowered at her. “Move. Away.”

When she pouted and walked off in a huff, a breath of relief whistled through his lips, earning him a soft laugh from Rico.

He was annoyed, though, that during that small distraction, another male, one he wasn’t familiar with, had swung Summer out onto the dance floor.

Every possessive, dominant bone in his body hardened as he watched the man hold Summer close, one hand sliding down her back to hold her at waist level while the other one caressed down over the womanly swell of her hip, then buttock, holding her firm against him as they did a slow bump and grind to the heavy sensual beat.

The thought of anyone else touching her like that made him choke on the irritation that surged through him, and when the man’s head dipped down to whisper something in her ear, Ziggy rose from his barstool, hands clenching and unclenching, unable to sit still with the restless energy infecting him. A surge of biting hunger, so strong he could almost taste it, filled him. And he wasn’t the only one—a continuous rumble vibrated through him from the wolf inside.

Ziggy turned to see Rico looking at him, rather than Summer, sappy smile gone. “So, what’s the deal, Rico?” he said, trying to flush the tension from his body and force a casualness to his words in spite of the unreasonable, unfamiliar emotions afflicting him. “Is she yours? Is she taken?”

Rico wasn’t fooled for a second and cast a knowing eye over him. “My, my. I do believe I detect a spark of interest. Will wonders never cease…”

“Smart-ass. Just answer the questions.”

“I don’t know…maybe I should make you sweat a bit…”

“You know, I’m sure that DJ must have a copy of YMCA there somewhere…”

“Oooh, nasty!” Rico’s eyes flared and a mock-snarl tilted his upper lip. “Fine, she’s a very, very dear friend…no, she’s not mine, no, she’s not taken, and…” he locked eyes with Ziggy, “she’s under my personal protection. All my other regulars know it, and now you do too.”

“Protection?”

Rico’s eyes turned frosty, the ever-present humor absent for once, his expression deadly serious. “Anyone who hurts her dies. Simple.”

Ziggy was taken aback by the chilling menace in Rico’s tone. But he’d spent too many years reading the men he worked with, fought with through three tours of duty in the Special Forces, tuning in to undercurrents that often told more than words. So his ire of moments before abated slightly as incredulity swept through him at the change that had come over his friend—he’d bet his last dime that Rico was in love with the woman. It was the only explanation he could think of.

Rico looked away as their gazes settled once more on Summer.

“Hang on.” Ziggy swung narrowed eyes at Rico. “Protected, how?”

“We are…linked.”

“Sonofabitch! You’ve fucking bitten her?” He forced the words out through clenched teeth. “Why? And you’d better have a damn good reason.”

Rico sat back, leaning his elbows on the padded armrest of the bar, and raised an eyebrow at Ziggy’s outburst. “My, my. Aren’t we the possessive one.”

Ziggy turned back to Summer, who had left her dance partner—about fucking time!—feeling a crushing need to get closer, touch her, hold her, beat at him as she finally neared them. “She’s mine,” he whispered under his breath, and then wondered what the hell he was saying.

“Oh, really?” Rico flashed him a quick grin then stood as Summer approached.

Damned vamps and their super-sharp hearing!

“Yes, well, you might want to run that by Summer first,” Rico continued. “In here, what Summer wants, Summer gets.” Rico turned to the lady in question, a big smile on his face. “Well, well, if it isn’t little Suzie Wong…”

Suzie Wong? What the hell happened to “Summer”?

“Howdy, cowboy,” a sultry voice purred. “In that getup, a gal…or a guy will be thinkin’ you’re lookin’ for a ride tonight…”

“Wench!” laughed Rico, wrapping his arm around her waist. “I thought I lost the bet. So what’s with your outfit?”

“I decided to take pity on you, old man. Now we can both look ridiculous. By the way, who’s Suzie Wong?”

Ridiculous? thought Ziggy in disbelief. Rico, maybe—no, definitely—but Summer? Hell no! But yeah, the Suzie Wong bit had him beat, too.

“Old movie with William Holden and Nancy Kwan…The World of Suzie Wong…” Rico stopped when two blank faces greeted his words. “Never mind. I’m obviously showing my age…”

“And then some,” mumbled Ziggy. Rico responded with a dour look in reply.

But Ziggy’s attention was pulled back to Summer as she tugged at the dress, the movement of trying to smooth it down over her generous hips just drawing his eyes to the seductive curves his hands were itching to mold and caress. “These dresses are designed for tiny little Asian ladies who have two percent body fat, and the curves of a pre-pubescent teenager—do you have any idea how hard it was to pour my body into this thing? You need to stop Michel feeding me all that Gateau de Sirop. I feel like I’ll bust a seam if I breathe out. God help me if I sneeze.” She fingered the fringe on Rico’s vest and chuckled.

Sexual hunger like he hadn’t felt in years flooded through Ziggy as his eyes followed the full curve of her ass. When she lifted a leg to rest a foot delicately clad in a strappy stiletto on the rung of Rico’s stool, the split in her skirt widened, and Ziggy’s mouth dried out at the generous expanse of thigh she revealed in sheer black stockings.

Rico pulled her close. “Well, it was worth every calorie. You look beautiful. Now come here and give me a kiss.”

Ziggy had to grit his teeth as Summer, laughing, wound her arms around Rico’s neck, the vamp wrapping her in a full body hug that set Ziggy’s teeth on edge. It was hard to say what she really looked like, even close up, since the little mask covered the top half of her face. But that mouth alone was the stuff of fantasies. Small, tipping up at the corners, with a slightly fuller lower lip that just begged to be bitten and tugged on.

His groin clenched when she kissed Rico—and it was no “hello” peck like the other men received. If there was any tongue in there, he might just turn rabid. In fact, he wanted nothing more than to rip her out of the vamp’s arms and drag her away. Run her to ground… Oh yeah, chase her until she submitted, on her hands and knees, offering her swollen, dripping cunt up to him and then cover her body with his, burying himself inside her over and over until… Until what?

A low, warning growl rumbled out of Ziggy’s chest like a long roll of thunder, and he stopped. Shook himself. Sweat had broken out all over his body and he was so close to the change it shocked him. Just to be sure, he held up a trembling hand, relieved to see it looked normal. God, what the hell was wrong with him? The wolf never came out unless he set it free. And here he was about to go all furry and he hadn’t even realized, hadn’t even felt it coming. He’d never been like this with a woman before. Never. He came to the club, purged some demons with a willing sub, got some relief, and slipped back into his life again. No ties, no commitment, and definitely no mating. Just how he liked it.

But this… He had no fucking idea what was wrong with him, but he was sure as hell going to find out.

2007-05-09T18:53:00.000-07:00

Forbidden Pleasures
Bound Hearts
Copyright 2007 Lora Leigh
St. Martins Griffin Release
June 6, 2007
ISBN: 0312368712
ISBN-13: 9780312368715

Sinclair’s Gentleman’s Club
Alexandria, Virginia

“I resigned” John “Mac” McCoy picked up his drink, sipped, and let the calming heat of the whiskey seep into his system.
“So I heard.” His best friend and now former partner, Jethro Riggs, took the seat across from him, set the whiskey bottle and glass carefully on the table, and leaned back to stare at his friend as he poured his own drink. “Honeymoon isn’t even over yet and your resignation landed on the desk. Wish you had told me. I could have won the office bet on how long you’d make it.”
Jethro’s rakish smile went well with his overly long black hair and wicked blue eyes. The short, scruffy black beard and mustache drew feminine eyes, but the cold, bleak shadows in his gaze held them back.
Mac worried about Jethro. When he left, he knew the other man would go from case to case without stopping to enjoy life. And life was there to be enjoyed.
“I could have used the cash, man.” Jethro’s smile was laced with regret.
Mac snorted at the thought. “Cheaters never win, Jethro.”
“Yeah, yeah. So I hear. So, what are you going to do? Security?”
Mac grinned. There weren’t a lot of jobs out there that appealed to an former undercover F.B.I. agent, but Mac had always made certain he had a fallback position.
“Farming.”
“Farming?” Jethro’s eyes narrowed. “Hell, no.”
“I still have that farm in North Carolina. I’ve saved enough to try to make a go at it. With Keiley’s computer work and a little side work myself working internet investigations, we should do well. It beats getting shot at on a regular basis.”
Jethro only shook his head, a knowing light filling his shadowed blue eyes.
“And your membership here?”
That part sucked. Mac stared around the dark wood walls, the open space, the bar at one end of what had once been a grand ballroom, the fireplace crackling at the other end.
In between were two pool tables,and several seating arrangements with large comfortable chairs, televisions, newspapers, and tables a man could put his feet on. But it wasn’t the ambience that drew the members to the club. It was the chance to socialize with men who understood their ways, accepted them, understood them.
“I gave Ian notice earlier,” he said quietly.
He was aware of the bomb he had just dropped, aware that Jethro had been waiting, even more than the others in the club, for the day Mac would choose a third.
The club catered to men with a particular sexual taste. Men who had seen the darkness in the world for whatever reason, and searched for peace in the extremity of sharing their lovers with other men.
Men who worshipped the female body. Who believed sex was an adventure and adventures were always more exciting when shared with someone who understood the particular pleasures to be found in pushing a woman to her sexual limits. In giving her more pleasure than she could have conceived possible.
Mac loved it. He thrived on it. He came here to unwind, to drink, to discuss world affairs, and to either choose a third for his latest lover or to become a third to another man’s lover.
At least, he used to come here for that.
Six months of marriage, and the pressure was beginning to tell on him. The knowledge that the club members were just waiting to see who he would choose to break his wife into the ménage lifestyle he practiced was beginning to fray at his control. Knowing Jethro was growing more distant, more certain that the woman he had given to Mac would never know his touch, was starting to eat at him.
He knew Jethro’s feelings for Keiley. Just as he knew that the other man would have never given into them.
“You haven’t told her yet, have you?” Jethro said then. “I thought you were going to.”
He had met Jethro during his first year in Quantico where they had been paired together for a training exercise. Mac’s easier, more relaxed demeanor had slowly rubbed off on the too rigid, too somber Jethro Riggs. And once they learned that ménage were the other’s preferred sexual activity, they had become fast friends.
Not that the friendship hadn’t been without its problems. They were both dominant men, both tended to want to control the sexual situations that involved their women. Until they learned they each had their own distinctive areas that interlaced perfectly in those relationships.
Mac tended to indulged them his lovers emotionally, while Jethro indulged them in more physical areas.
For years he and Jethro had trained together, worked together, and shared their women together.
Until Mac met Keiley.
“She’s heard the rumors.” Mac sipped at his drink, wishing he could just toss it back and let the fiery burn blaze through the regret in his gut.
“And?”
“And I told her it was in the past.” He looked around the room again before meeting Jethro’s gaze. “It’s going to stay in the past. For now”
Keiley had come to his bed a virgin. Trusting. Innocent. She would never understand her husband’s need to see another man cover her, pumping inside her, nor, he believed, would she be able to handle a ménage that would include a man she didn’t love.
Keiley would have to love any man she took into her bed, even as a third. But he knew the curiosity was there. He had seen it in the flash of heat in her eyes as she questioned him. But Mac knew that right now, introducing her into the idea of a ménage relationship he envisioned wasn’t something Keiley could accept.
Perhaps later. He was counting on later. His new wife was adventurous, fiery, and curious as hell. But her youth held her back whereas with other women, it lent freedom. Keiley’s past experience with gossip and the destruction that came with it, would never allow for the sexual games and the eventual bond Mac intended to see her forge with himself and Jethro.
Until his wife was more settled, until maturity lent her the edge she would need to overcome her fears, that wasn’t going to happen. It didn’t mean Mac was going to forget about it. It just meant that for the time being, his plans would have to wait.
Moving her back to his hometown, would help. Small towns and gossip and the ways of navigating was something Keiley needed to understand. A ménage wasn’t tantamount to the hell she had endured as a child. And maturity would give her the insight she needed on how to handle it. Until she gained that, his own sexual hungers, and Jethro’s would have to wait.
“Doesn’t work that way, Mac,” Jethro sighed then.
“I can make it work.” He was confident of that. “I made this damned job work, I can make anything work.”
Jethro’s jaw clenched, and for a moment, bleak, furious pain and impatience sparkled in the blue depths before it was gone, iced over and the agent he had become returned.
“Speaking of the job, were you any closer to tracking down that internet stalker’s whereabouts? The director was going nuts over that when I left the office.”
Mac shook his head allowing the change of subjet. “I turned the case over to Dell Robert’s he knows the computers better than I do, and he’s just finished up a major case. He has the time to deal with it. I’ll help him online if he needs it.”
The case was drawing a lot of fire. The stalker found his victims online, researched them, acquired their personal information and spent months terrorizing them. In the latest case, he had finally attacked and nearly killed his victim. He was escalating dangerously.
“I’m going to miss you, my friend.” Jethro lifted his drink in a toast. “To the good ol’ days.”
“To the future,” Mac amended, tipping his glass to Jethro’s, then bringing it to his lips before staring around the room once again.
He had drunk here, laughed here, found friends here. Hell, he had even fucked on most of the tables in the room here. Occasionally a married member had petitioned to allow his wife in long enough to get to know the members he had shortlisted to act as a third. Many of those instances had ended up with the ménage playing out before the couple left the club.
There had been two female members at one time. One had married and dropped out of membership, though her husband still occasionally brought home a friend.
That relationship was working out much better than Mac had ever thought it would. Most of the married men in the club had found a way to balance those dark hungers with the women they loved.
Just as most of them had learned their hungers through the darkness of pasts they rarely spoke of, or lives lived within the shadowed corners of deceit and lies.
They all had their reasons for the hungers that tormented the just as Mac did. But for him, the thought of his wife’s happiness meant more to him than satisfying the shadowed specter that lurked beneath his surface.
“Keep in touch, buddy,” Jethro said as he rose to his feet. “It won’t be the same around here without you.”
“I’m just a phone call away.” Mac grinned. “Call anytime.”
But don’t visit. Not for a while. Not until his wife could handle thought of another man in her life as well as Mac.

Jethro nodded, but his gaze was knowing, haunted. He knew what Mac meant.
As his friend walked away Mac sat back in his chair, gazed around again, and tried to let the atmosphere seep inside him.
A frown tugged at his brow, though. He’d have to remember to remind Dell to requestion the latest victim and her husband. There was something that kept nagging at him about her statement. Something she had left out. Something he knew he should have asked her, but he couldn’t think of what.
He would call Dell from the house tonight, and then put it behind him.
Within the next four weeks he would be out of Virginia and backing Scotland Neck. North Carolina was far enough away from his old friends and his hungers to allow him to contain them for a while.
Keiley was worth the sacrifice. There had never been another woman who could make him feel as she did. But from the moment he met her, he had realized there was something about her that warmed the cold reaches of his soul and eased the dark loneliness that had always been so much a part of him.
A man didn’t walk away from that. No matter the obstacles. Once he saw his future in a feminine gaze, he found a way to make all parts of that relationship work. And that what he was doing. Finding a way to make it work for all of them.
Especially Keiley. Her natural desires and adventurous personality had been restrained. The gossip concerning he father’s embezzling from the company he worked had destroyed her. At seventeen she had lost her home,, her father had been imprisoned and her mother had omitted suicide.
There had been no one left for their community to punish except Keiley. They had watched her, gossiped about her, predicted her downfall and her lack of morals. If he dared let her know how desperately he needed to see her beneath Jethro now, it would terrify her. The rejection of it would be instant, and it would never falter.
He would have to steer her gently toward it. And once she grew to accept a need for those darker hungers that he saw in her eyes, then he would have steer the relationship gently as well.
Jethro craved Keiley. He had seen her first and pushed her at Mac, despite his hunger for her. Mac knew the way to a woman’s heart, but he also knew his friend. Keiley had
already stolen Jethro’s heart.
Not that Jethro would ever admit it or do anything about it. Mac knew that. A committed relationship was something that Jethro shied from as fiercely as Keiley from gossip.
His lips quirked at the thought. The woman he loved and the friend that was more than a brother to him. The three of them together would make a hell of a relationship. Once Mac managed to get the three of them together.
Getting there would be the hard part. Waiting would strain his patience to its limits he feared. And if it never happened?
He would live with it. Ultimately it came down to Keiley. If she could accept it. If she could love Jethro with the same intensity that she loved Mac, then it would work.
If it didn’t? If he lost them both, it would destroy him. Obstacles stood in his path. It wouldn’t be easy. But if his hunch was right, then the future that could stretch out before all three of them was one worth fighting for. It was worth risking for.
Sharing his wife was considered a forbidden pleasure. It wasn’t called that without reason. It was breaking rules, stepping past boundaries, and facing his own fears. His fear of losing. His fear of becoming to controlling.
In the end, either they would all win, or they would all lose. Mac was betting, he was praying, on the win.

2007-05-01T14:59:00.000-07:00

It's been a while. I had several emails reminding me that my blog was suffering, and they were so right. Thank you to those readers who reminded me to post. I get overwhelmed with deadlines and sometimes, I forget to keep you updated as I should, and that's very bad of me. But there are more upcoming books for your reading pleasure. At least, I do hope you find pleasure in reading them.

Lets start first with this weekends booksigning.
I'll be in Kingsport Tennessee this weekend, signing all my available print books. So, if you're close enough to come out visit, we would love to see you. Also signing with me is Trista Michaels you can visit her website at www.tristamichaels.com She'll be signing for her novella in White Hot Holidays from Ellora's Cave.
Also there will be the owner of Samhain Publishing, Christina Brashear with many Samhain Prints for your pleasure. You'll want to check out these books and if you have any questions for Samhain she will be there to answer them.

That books signing will be held at Book Rack, 2400 Ft. Henry Drive, Kingsport, TN 37664
Phone # 423-245-1234

We look forward to seeing you there.

And what's upcoming?
Be watching in the next few days for excerpts from Forbidden Pleasures and Hidden Agenda's releasing June 2007. I promise, just another day or two and I'll have those here.

Thanks for checking and I hope to see you at the booksigning this weekend.

2007-03-12T14:58:00.000-07:00

DONE. Finished. Written. THE END

Nauti Nights is finished and heading to the editor first thing in the morning.
*sigh* A load has been lifted. LOL

You can find an excerpt here: http://pub4.bravenet.com/forum/330493581/

2007-03-03T21:08:00.000-08:00

ARE YOU READY????
I hear Nauti Boy has already been sighted at many bookstores. Readers comments have already started coming in and so far, it's being enjoyed. Have you found your copy yet?

They're the cousins of the Men of August. Three cousins who have their own demons to combat, and their own battles to fight. And perhaps the hardest battle of all, is that of love.

Nauti Boy
Lora Leigh
Berkley Heat
March 2007
ISBN:9780425214133

“If you're looking for something out of the ordinary”* explore the erotic realm of Lora Leigh as forbidden desire comes alive in the darkness of an irresistible affair…

Too weak to resist his step-sister’s attempts at seduction, Rowdy Mackay left home eight years ago. Duty as a US Marine put safe distance between temptation and the nubile Kentucky vixen with persuasive desires of her own. Now he’s returned home, his fantasies fueled, ready to engage the young woman in the kind of erotic games that have earned him and his two cousins a Nauti-boy reputation in three counties.
Once it was Kelly’s dream too—to feel the heat of the boy she desired. But a brutal attack from a stalker still on the prowl has left Kelly terrified of the dark unknown, and of a man’s touch. Now as fear and desire converge, Rowdy fights for the only woman he ever loved, to save her from the deadly threats of a stranger, to rid her of her demons, and to satisfy a hunger more powerful than either can imagine.

2007-02-17T13:30:00.000-08:00

# 34 NEW YORK TIMES BEST SELLER LIST for Dangerous Games.

Thank you, the readers. Without the joy you find in my books, this dream that has followed me since I attempted to write my first book, so many years ago, has come true. I'm still floating on air. Tony said he's going to have to start peeling me off the ceiling soon. For the moment, he's content to leave me floating though. LOL

I'm floating, but my computer is with me. I'm currently working on incorporating copy edits of Forbidden Pleasure into my file this weekend, and Monday I start completing Nauti Nights.

Oh, the cover to that one rocks.

But, coming first is Naut Boy

Nauti Boy
A Berkley HEAT Trade release March 6. 2007
ISBN: 0425214133
P re-Order from Amazon

They're the Men of Augusts Kentucky cousins, and they know how to heat up the night, and the nauti-est imaginations.

Rowdy Mackay has waited years for Kelly to grow up, to be mature enough to accept the sexual games he and his cousins have enjoyed for years.
Now, fresh from the Marines, Rowdy is home, only to learn that a stalker and a vicious attack now threaten the woman he's loved for years. But has something changed within Rowdy as well? As he fights the madman intent on destroying his woman, Rowdy learns that perhaps its not the games he needs so much as the woman. A woman to tame Lake Cumberlands naughtiest Nauti Boy.

This was originally an e-book release from Samhain Publishing The new version has been expanded with more suspense added and additional heat. Parts of the plot have been revised, but the Nauti cousins are still cousins to the Men of August and their still hotter than hell, or so my advanced readers and my editor claimes. LOL
Get ready to heat up that unpredictable March wether with one of Lake Cumberlands hottest and Nauti-est bad boys, Rowdy Mackay.

2007-02-05T18:38:00.000-08:00

ARE YA READY? ARE YA READY?

Clint and Joe are ready to roll into your imaginations and your sexiest dreams. All you have to do is go out and get out them. Knew there was a catch didn't you? LOL

DANGEROUS GAMES and REAL MEN DO IT BETTER featuring FOR MAGGIES SAKE

the second and third installments on the Tempting Seals series. Get yours, Tuesday, February 6, 2007

DANGEROUS GAMES
St. Martins Press
isbn:0312939922

Navy SEAL Clint “Iceman” McIntire didn’t earn his nickname by being a coward. Or a quitter. Having crushed an infamous drug cartel in Colombia, Clint was nothing short of an American hero. Now he’s home, on a much-needed leave, but instead of some R&R, he finds himself neck-deep in trouble with his best friend’s little sister, Morganna Chavez, the only woman who has the power to bring him to his knees. . .
Morganna has been secretly working with the DEA to uncover a thriving date-rape drug, which leads her to a shadowy faction that is more deadly than anything her team has ever encountered. Now it’s up to Clint to keep this beautiful, determined agent out of harm’s way, even while the passion between them threatens to consume them. Soon Clint’s greatest mission will be not just keeping Morganna safe, but getting her into his arms and never letting go.

EXCERPT:
Prologue

Ten Years Before

Clint McIntyre, twenty five years old. A Navy SEAL. A fully grown, sensual, dominant male. He was a man that other men looked to in respect. A man who had grown in confidence and in power. He wasn’t a child fighting to hide the abuse he suffered any longer. He was a man who tolerated nothing less than his best from himself and the men he fought with.
But he was a man that nearly came to his knees that night at the sight of one small teenaged Lolita decked out in a short skirt, a thin pale blue blouse and high heels. Dark brown hair flowed around her in a multitude of curls and gray eyes sparkled back at him with a hint of laughter, and interest. Too much interest.
He was a grown man, aware of his sexuality, his tastes and his hungers. To even consider the beginning pulses of awareness he could feel moving through him was a crime. One he refused to allow to take hold.
She was his best friends sister. She was his sister’s best friend. And normally she was the bane of his existence.
Morganna Chavez had been tormenting him in one form or another since the day she learned how to walk and toddled to him to smack him on his eleven year old head with her bottle to get his attention. She had been getting his attention in one form of another ever since.
He hadn’t expected this though. That glimmer of awareness. The way he noticed the full high breasts beneath her thin blouse, and the long, shapely legs beneath the short skirt. Pink lips glistening with a soft gloss and gray eyes that looked smoky, seductive, rather than immature and filled with child-like wonder.
He deserved to be shot.
“So, are you going to stand there like a knot on a log or are you going to dance with me?” She propped one hand on her hip and smiled slowly. “It is my birthday after all.”
His lips twitched at her flirtatiousness. She had been flirting with him for as long as he could remember too.
He stared around the backyard; the lights strung through the trees cast a soft glow over the thirty some teenagers enjoying the party her brother had allowed.
Reno had lost his mind this year. He glanced across the yard where his best friend, Morganna’s brother was testing the punchbowl for alcohol to the laughing amusement of the kids gathered around the table.
They were kids. Morganna was a kid.
“Go dance with one of your friends, brat.” He smiled to soften the rejection. He didn’t have to fake his affection for her, she was as much a part of his life as his sister was, when he was home. He did care for her. Deeply.
“Coward.” She flicked him an amused look from beneath her lashes. A look far too mature for her years, and far too knowing.
No man that he knew would ever call him a coward. He was fierce. Strong. Deadly. He was scared to death to be within a hundred feet of her.
He shook his head and laughed at her. A soft indulgent laugh that had her brows drawing together and her gray eyes dimming with a hint of vulnerabity.
“Go play Morganna,” he told her gently as he turned away. “Leave the grown ups alone.”
He should have never agreed to chaperone the party. He wouldn’t have if he had known what he would face, if he had even suspected that for even a second in time that he would see Morganna as anything other than his best friends sister. Or his sister’s best friend.

Two years later

She was eighteen. Tall and lithe, a gypsy, a hellion, the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. Two years, a multitude of lectures, and endless nights of dreams he should have been shot for, and the awareness of her had only grown.
Sexy, sensual Morganna.
“When are you leaving?” They were on the back porch of her home, the home she shared with her brother Reno since the death of their parents.
The elderly aunt who had once stayed with Morganna while Clint was on assignment hadn’t arrived, but there was no reason to wait for her. Was there? Yet, Clint was standing there waiting on her for Reno, who had been forced to leave earlier than usual to take command of the small force of Navy SEALs he was leading into a mission. Reno was comfortable leaving her home alone this time. Clint wasn’t.
He also wasn’t comfortable sitting on the back porch, his jeans tighter than normal, his skin too sensitive. The situation was getting out of control. Two years he had fought this awareness of her, and it was only growing rather than dimming. He was only growing hungrier, and that scared the hell out of him.
“Earth to Clint,” Morganna announced when he hadn’t answered her, waving her hand in front of his face as he shifted in his chair and thanked God she couldn’t see the erection swelling mindlessly beneath his jeans.
“I head out day after tomorrow.” He shot her an irritated glare as she leaned against the post directly in front of his porch chair.
Right in front of him, where he could see the rise of her full breasts against the soft cotton shirt she wore, and received the full effect of those long gorgeous legs encased in snug denim.
“Everyone’s leaving me,” she said softly, staring over his shoulder with a wistful expression. “Raven’s got her internship in the art design school this fall, she’ll not even be in the state. You and Reno will be gone. It’s going to be lonely here.”
Morganna had accepted a scholarship at Atlanta University to stay close to home.
“You have your friends,” he reminded her, forcing back a grimace at the thought of the pimpled faced boys she ran with in that crowd.
“Yeah.” She nodded firmly. “I do. I’ll be fine.”
He watched her inhale slowly, deeply and tightened his jaw at the realization that he had managed to hurt her. Though how he didn’t have a clue.
“Aunt Beth remarked that this is the last time she’ll have to stay with me,” she said then, her tone a little too bright. “Reno was a little slow on this one. I think he’s afraid I’ll burn the house down or something.”
“Reno worries about you being alone.” He worried. God did he worry.
“You could stay with me,” she said softly. “You have two more days before you leave. I could call Aunt Beth. She would be happy to be able to stay home with her flowers and her neighbors.”
His gaze sharpened on her face as he swallowed tightly and rose quickly from his chair.
“Won’t work, brat.” He forced the words past his throat. “I have to get ready to head out.”
“Yeah. Sure.” She nodded quickly, pushing away from the post as she moved to go around him. “Look, head on back to that rinky dink little apartment of yours and whatever flavor of the week you have in your bed. I’m sick of watching you track each vehicle down the road praying its Aunt Beth. I’ll be fine without you.”
He caught her arm as she moved for the back door, pulling her around and making the biggest damned mistake of his life. Because he saw her tears. Because he saw the hurt in her eyes as she turned away.
“I know what you’re doing,” he said softly. “I know what you’re offering Morganna. Don’t make me hurt you. I don’t want to do that.”
Her expression twisted, determination, defiance, and God help him, adoration filling her eyes. She saw him as some damned knight there to fulfill all her girlish dreams. He was a bastard for even daring to consider touching her. And he wasn’t, he assured himself. He wanted to touch her, but he was only enough that wants wouldn’t hurt him.
“I love you,” she whispered. “I’ve always loved you Clint.”
“No.” He shook his head firmly, maintaining his hold on her arm as his other hand lifted to touch her cheek gently. His thumb slid over her lips, just because he needed to know if they were as soft as they looked. “You have a crush on me. I’m the only man you can’t twist around your little finger.” He smiled gently. “That’s all Morganna. And nothing can come of it. Nothing can happen but the loss of something I cherish. Your friendship.”
“I can’t pretend,” she whispered passionately. “You still see me as a child. I’m not a child.”
“Then don’t act like one,” he suggested in return.
Pain flared in her eyes a second before he something more. Determination yes. But something shocking, something almost frightening. He saw hunger. Sexual, intense, and more than he ever wanted to see in her eyes.
“Just kiss me goodbye then,” Her breath hitched. “Just a little kiss.”
“Morganna.” He held her still, staring down at her in regret. Regret for more than she could ever understand. Then he made the mistake of stroking over those soft lips once again.
They parted, the warmth of her mouth searing his flesh as her tongue peeked out to swipe over his thumb before her lips parted and her sharp little teeth nipped at the pad.
And he lost his mind. Hell, he couldn’t even claim insanity, because even a crazy man would have walked away. Instead, in less than a second he had her in his arms, his hand snagging her hair at the back of her neck to pull her head back, and his lips covering hers.
She was innocent. He tasted it in her kiss. Felt it in the shock that stiffened her body as he gave her a man’s kiss. A man’s hunger. Slanting his lips over hers he fought to consume in one kiss, all the hunger, the sweetness and the insane need possible. To hold inside his memories.
Sharp, hard kisses parted her lips. His tongue licked over them, before thrusting inside, before possessing her in a way he knew he should have never tempted.
Because she was sweeter than sweet. Hot as hell. And the pleasure ripped through his senses like a cascading explosion as she moaned against his mouth.
As quickly has he had taken her lips, he released her, jerking back to glare down at her as she stared back in shock, in a pleasure that darkened her gray eyes and flushed her heart shaped face.
“It’s never going to happen,” he snapped, gripping her shoulders to give her a little shake that he prayed would instill some common sense inside her. “Little party girls and Navy SEALs don’t work out Morganna. Stick to the little boys you run with and leave the men alone. You’ll be a hell of a lot safer that way.”
Before she could argue, and he knew she would argue, he turned and strode quickly from the porch and across the yard to the car he left parked in the back lot. Staying with her any longer was out of the question.

Morganna at twenty-one

Being alone sucked. Morganna stared around the living room of the house she had once shared with her parents and her brother. Her parents were dead, her brother was gone more often than he was home, and one day, he wouldn’t be here at all.
Her best friend Raven spend most of her evenings and nights studying the graphics design she had grown so adept at, and Morganna was stuck in an office job she hated.
And she was alone. Because she didn’t have the common sense to let go of a dream and a man that didn’t want her.
She walked through the living room, moving to the shelf of pictures she kept and the memories they brought.
Clint was in most of them. With her, her brother and her parents. Handsome. Tough. Hard. He had always been harder than he should have been, tougher than anyone else around him. And he had ruined her heart for any other man.
But, she was still alone.
Tucked between two of the pictures were the pamphlets she had kept from the Academy. The Law Enforcement Academy was accepting applicants.
She had meant to discuss it with Reno when he was home the week before, but the stay had been a brief one, and he had been exhausted. He had slept the two days he had been home only to have to leave again.
She laid her head against the shelf and closed her eyes. He would worry if he knew anyway. And Clint, jerk that he was, would do everything to stop her. And he could stop her. He had connections in Atlanta, connections she couldn’t afford to let him use. As long as no one knew she was Reno Chavez’s sister, then there wasn’t a chance of anyone saying anything to Clint. And what were the chances to the guys at the Academy would really care to call Reno and let him know jack. Especially if his name wasn’t on her list of contacts.
She tapped her nail against the papers.
She was bored and she was alone. She wanted more than secretarial job going nowhere and a silent house every night. Like Reno, she wanted to make a difference. She wanted more than to keep dreaming of something that didn’t exist.
She sighed wearily. Restlessly. She was tired of just being Reno’s sister. Or Clint McIntyre’s responsibility when Reno wasn’t around. She was tired of being put on a shelf and taken down to perform when they decided to visit.
She was strong enough to be who and what she wanted to be. And she didn’t want to wait on Clint any longer. She pulled the papers from the shelf, shoved them in her purse and grabbed her car keys. She wasn’t waiting any longer.

2007-01-17T15:12:00.000-08:00

BOOKSIGNING
JANUARY 20, 2007

Join Lora Leigh, Kay Stockham, Patricia Sergeant, and Jamie Denton Jan 20, 2007 between 2:00pm - 4:00pm at Borders books!

Borders Books
120 Huntington Mall
Barboursville WV 25504
(304) 736-62332:00 - 4:00pm

We'll also be signing from 6:00 pm to 8:00pm
At Walden's Books
At the Ashland Town Center Mall

I look forward to seeing you there.
It's going to be a wonderful signing with lots of great
books and wonderful authors.

2007-01-15T07:54:00.000-08:00

New Video Book Trailers uploaded

We have two new Video Book Trailers uploaded for Dangerous Games if you would be interested in viewing them. You can find those HERE I hope you enjoy them. And be sure to check back after the 20th for another clip.
A lot of fun was had in making the trailers, and I want to take Jason Santiago and Cara Cardinal, (Clint and Morganna) for all their wonderful work. They did some great work in these.
And be sure to stop by the FORUM and let me know what you think of them.

2007-01-12T06:00:00.000-08:00

Update, January 12, 2007

I'm doing better. I only missed a day or so. :)
Things are going fast her. The new office is just about organized and things are getting much easier to find with the layout we have set up here. I finally have shelves for my research books and I can most always see the top of my desk. That's unusual for me. lol
I've hit the half way point on the rewrite for Hidden Agendas. 48,000 words, which equals about 248 pages in a week. That's not a bad amount of work. I'm anticipating having this finished by Monday or Tuesday of next week. At least, thats the deadline.
What made this book unique to me, was the hero. It took an incredibly amount of time to get a handle on him. He's one of those patient alphas. The ones that watch the world with a bit of amusement and lazy humor and then manipulates events to suit him rather than forcing them to.
He's intuitive and knows what he wants and he doesn't normally deny himself what he knows should be his. He does have a few alpha hang ups though, enough to make a woman grit her teeth and want to bash him upside the head for being so damned stubborn. But on the whole, I think I'm in love with him. LOL

As soon as I finish, I intend to celebrate a bit. I thought I might share an excerpt of Dangerous Games here, and tease you a little bit. So be watching for that next week. I'm very excited about the release of Dangerous Games and the novella For Maggies Sake in the Real Men Do It Better anthology. Those release February 5, 2007, and I hope you enjoy both books.
Dangerous Games was kind of unique for me. It flowed wonderfully, but Clint was just a different sort of hero, just as Kell has been.

As for working today, I'll be this evening getting back into things. I need to run to Wal Mart and pick up some essentials and I have to stop by the computer store. If I miss a day or so here, please don't hold it against me, Hidden Agendas is driving me hard and not leaving a lot of spare time in between.

Until next time, happy reading and please, come visit us on the FORUM The Ladies there love to meet new people and to chat and have fun. And its the only place on the net that I really find time to pop in and say hello.

2007-01-10T11:34:00.000-08:00

Dangerous Games Book Trailer

This first teaser is now up. You can check it out HERE

I hope you enjoy it. There will be two more longer portions coming soon, so be sure to continue to check that page for updates.

I'd love to know what you think about it, you can stop by the FORUM and let me know if you liked it, if you have time.

2007-01-09T18:35:00.000-08:00

TANNER'S SCHEME

Isn't he GORGEOUS!!!!!
I knew Tanner was my current favorite for a reason. LOL

I just got this in email today and I had to share it.
Tanner's Scheme is completed and turned into Berkley with an August 2007 release date. I know a lot of you have been eagerly awaiting his story, and I hope you enjoy it when it releases. An excerpt will be coming later in the year, but for now, I had to share the cover.

2007-01-07T09:05:00.000-08:00

I have a very important question to ask of you.
I was going to post this last night, but I had company. My mother, daughter brother and sister in law, so the house was pretty full and I didn't get a chance to come in and post. I was exhausted by time I got my bath and headed to bed. I think I passed out when my head hit the pillow. LOL

But, as to my question. I want to invite you to head over to my FORUM and answer the post titled A Question. For the time being comments aren't turned on here because with my schedule, I have a very hard time answering posts in a timely manner. I'm still more than a month behind answering email, but I promise, I am making headway on it.
But please, pop over to the forum and answer the question if you have time. I'm really interested in the replies as several conversations I've had with friends in the last few days has caused me to wonder about certain things. So I'm asking for your opinions now too.
I look forward to seeing your answers.

2007-01-05T19:41:00.000-08:00

Hidden Agenda's

I'm back to work on Hidden Agenda's the third book in the SEAL's series.
This is Kell Krieger's book, you meet him in Dangerous Games. The editor asked for some fairly heavy revisions, so I decided to just rewrite, since the changes she wanted called for a massive plot change.
I'm on a 10,000 word a night deadline. That's about 50 to 60 pages. I managed 100 last night, but its been slower today. Of course, I had to do the post office, etc today and we're still do major cleanup from switching the offices around. So hopefully before I head to bed, I'll at least get close.
The editor previewed the first 10,000 this morning and gave a resounding YES in terms of how well she liked it. So I'm heading on with it.
Keep me in your prayers. With this schedule, I'm going to need them. LOL
And don't forget, Dangerous Games releases February 5, 2006. I'll have an excerpt up soon for it as well, so be sure to keep checking back.

2007-01-05T18:53:00.000-08:00

Dyson DC15 Animal

Now, this one, I had to recommend. If you haven't seen the commercial for the Dyson Animal, then you don't know what a fabulous sweeper this is.
We have three birds, an umbrella cockatoo, and two mccalls. Talk about some dust floating in the house, the umbrella has a fine white powder on his feathers that seems to settle everywhere. And on top of that, I have a Pomeranian that likes to shed. We used to dust here daily. Honestly, I don't have to dust once a week.
I wasn't certain at first if this sweeper would be worth the cost, but after three months, I'm in love with it. So, its going on my recommendation list. I couldn't help it. By here Dyson DC15 Animal from Amazon. It's shipped by UPS and its incredibly easy to put together.

2007-01-03T17:35:00.000-08:00

Have you read After Dusk?
It's one of the few books I've found a chance to read here lately and I really enjoyed it. I hope you enjoy it too.

Emily Rothmeier loves a good mystery. One involving a sexy man is even better. But when sex crimes against “older” women start terrorizing the college campus, turning private investigator might be biting off more than she can chew.
After one of her evening classes, Emily witnesses something she doesn’t understand. A cry in the dark. A mysterious figure racing from the scene. The front page of the paper announcing a murder. Things don’t add up. Distracted by the watchful gaze of a man who seems to be wherever she is, she isn’t sure who to trust.
Private investigator, Rafe Healy, is hot on the trail. Leads are falling into place. He’s going to get his man. But when Emily, who fits the killer’s target group in more ways than one, tries playing mystery solver, he knows she’s thrown herself into the line of fire. Not to mention, her gutsy and determined attitude is getting to him as badly as her tempting body is.
Keeping Emily safe and in line, fighting to stay one step ahead of a serial killer, and keep his wits about him, will prove to be the biggest challenge of Rafe’s life.

You can find more information and an excerpt at www.lorieoclare.com
You can buy After Dusk at www.amazon.com or www.ellorascave.com

2007-01-02T19:49:00.000-08:00

Wicked Ties

LOOKING FOR A GOOD BOOK
WICKED TIES BY SHAYLA BLACK

She didn’t know what she wanted until he made her beg for it…
Morgan O’Malley has seen a lot of kinky things as the hostess of a cable sex talk show. But she’s never met a man like Jack Cole before. A self-proclaimed dominant, he’s as alpha as a male can get–and good for Morgan to have around when an obsessed stalker ratchets up his attempts to get to her.
Though Jack is a bodyguard, Morgan feels anything but safe in his presence. Because slowly and seductively, Jack is bringing her deepest fantasies to the surface. And when he bends her to his will, what’s more shocking than her surrender is how much she enjoys it–and starts to crave his masterful touch. A willing player in Jack’s games, Morgan knows that his motives aren’t pure, but she has no idea how personal they are…

Oh you are in for a good one with Wicked Ties.

2007-01-02T19:03:00.000-08:00

Did I find a desk? No.
Have you ever gone looking for a desk on New Years weekend?
Don't. Major mistake. But, I did get my office all moved, all my books unpacked and new office nicely organized and looking pretty. I'm very happy.
And I accomplished the revisions of Forbidden Pleasure, the eight Bound Hearts books, the first though from St. Martins. Forbidden Pleasures releases in May and is currently on pre-order at Amazon.com.
I've taken this one from a bit of a different stand point. It's full length rather than a novella, so I added the suspense of my F.B.I. hero and a case that has followed him from Virginia to North Carolina where he moved with his new wife three years before because of the temptation the Club represented to his new marriage. His wife had no idea how enmeshed he was in the menage lifestyle of the club and he feared risking the life he wanted with her.
John 'Mac' McCoy and his wife Keiley have settled nicely into marriage, but there's a frustration, a shadow on their marriage that is never spoken of, until now. When Keiley begins to wonder if her husband is missing what he had before their marriage.
Forbidden Pleasure is the first of three Bound Hearts contracted for St. Martins. I hope you enjoy it.
And now, my next project is revisions on the next Navy SEAL suspense novel, also for St. Martins. I begin that tomorrow. The revisions are pretty extensive and I have two weeks to complete them. Wish me luck. I'm going to need it to keep this schedule.
And be watching. SOON. SOON. February 6, 2006 the release of DANGEROUS GAMES from St. Martins, the first full length Navy SEAL novel. I'm really excited about the release of this book. Clint is one of the hardest heroes in some ways, that I've written.
Releasing with it is the novella For Maggies Sake in the anthology REAL MEN DO IT BETTER. For Maggies Sake is the third installment in the SEALs book, taken from a minor character from DANGEROUS GAMES. Joe Merino. I hope you enjoy them.
And now, back to the computer and the voices in my head. Let's hope they talk loud enough to finish these revisions on time. LOL

2006-12-29T15:47:00.000-08:00

I am arranging my office in a new room, so I had to dismantle my computer. I have been looking forward to giving you a taste of what I'm working on, but I am having a difficult time getting internet set up. It should be early next week for me to be back online.

Until then, Happy New Year! Love to you all!

2006-12-27T19:01:00.000-08:00

I just heard from the vet.
The vet you ask? Yes, the vet.
My husband got me a beautiful Pomeranian puppy, about three months old, just before Christmas. He was one of my presents. I named him Cato, but I often call him little bear. Though, honestly, he looks like a little fox.
Little Bear is much too curious though. And he seems to forget that he's much too big to wrangle larger dogs.
We have a sheppard we keep on a run behind the house because she's just about uncontrollable. She likes to tear things up. Today, when my son went to feed her, he forgot that he had let the puppy out. And though little Bear won't go up around the sheppared on his own, he will if anyone else is there.
Before my son, Bret could stop him, he charged up the hill right into the sheppards path, and she attacked him.
Simi, my Sheppared, has never been a mean dog, and she's never fought other dogs, but she's decided she doesn't like Cato.
She grabbed him and before Bret could get her to release him she had placed two punctures in Cato's side.
We had to rush him to the vet where they're keeping him overnight. The punctures weren't bad the Vet said, but he's very concerned at the soreness in Cato's stomach and wants to make certain the spleen hadn't been ruptured and that there was no internal bleeding.
I miss my puppy. Several times tonight I've caught myself calling for him, wondering where that little ball of furry energy was and what he was getting into.
The vet is positive he's going to be okay, and his call was to reassure me that everything was going fine and I should be able to pick him up tomorrow.
It will be good to have him back home yapping at my feet and demanding that I play with him.
And now, I'm back to my revision. No rest for the wicked my hubby says. *snort* I say that's him, it shouldn't be me. LOL
Goodnight, sweet dreams. And uhhh, you might want to check back in a day or two for a little excerpt or two. I'm pulling a few things out to post that I think you might enjoy.

2006-12-27T17:49:00.000-08:00

Christmas has passed and I find myself exhausted. I also find that I've not updated the blog in weeks. *sigh* I'm going to do better. I now have a note on my desk to remind me to update daily.
It's been a wild month. With shopping, family, and trying to fit deadlines in with the Holiday Season I've found myself stretching my ability to keep up. But I think I see light at the end of the tunnel. At least, I hope I have.
We have several things coming in January. Be sure to sign into the newsletter, Sensuous Escapes http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SensuousEscapes/ to be certain to get the new upcoming issues on the making of the book trailer for Dangerous Games. And coming to the website soon, will be the first of three trailers we'll be uploading in January for the new book. You're going to love these. I know I did.
Dangerous Games, the second installment of the Tempting SEALs series from St. Martins. You met the heroine Morganna in Honk If You Love Real Men, in the novella Reno's Chance. Also coming in February 2007 is the anthology Real Men Do It Better, the novella For Maggies Sake.
There's a lot of information upcoming on other projects and releases as well. I'm currently preparing the revisions for Forbidden Pleasures, the first full length novel in the Bound Hearts series for St. Martins.
I've recieved several emails asking me about the heat level of this series since its moving from Elloras Cave to St. Martins. The heat level is just as intense, though hopefully you will find that the development of characters and plot is just as indepth. I'm enjoying this project and I'm learning a lot working on it.
Those revisions should be mailed into the editor tomorrow and then I'll be working on edits for Hidden' Agenda's the fourth book in the SEALs series. I'm loving me some SEALs right now. LOL
If you haven't picked up the newest Elloras Cave print release in the Bound Hearts, the two novellas Wicked Intent and Sacrifice in the Wicked Sacrifice print, you can now purchase that at www.dreamsbynight.com Harmony's Way is now available there in autraphed print as well.
And now, farewell till hopefully tomorrow. I'm off and running and back to writing. I hope your Christmas was merry and bright, filled with warmth, good cheer and love. And I hope in these few days before we gear up for the New Year, that you find lots of great books to read, and many heroes to love.

2006-11-19T12:54:00.000-08:00

A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT FROM DREAMS BY NIGHT www.dreamsbynight.com

Due to popular request, Dreams By Night has decided to become a general website rather than adult oriented.What does this mean for you, the reader?

It means you will be able to access the site from any computer, at work, at home, the library etc. Dreams By Night was originally invisioned for readers who had trouble finding the Lora Leigh titles, but many of those readers still can't get the titles because of adult site restrictions.

To that end, Dreams By Night will be carrying books ONLY.My books, and soon a few autographed titles from a few other authors as well and perhaps some merchandise such as coffee cups, etc at an affordable price. (I hate the expense of Cafe Press)

A lot of thought went into changing the Dreams By Night site, originally the site owner intended it to provide the reader not just with the books, but also the toys in one site.But many many readers can't access the books because of the adult labeling of the site. As the site owner said, there are many many sites where the toys are available. Finding the books are sometimes harder.

So, hopefully, by tomorrow morning, the adult labeling of the site will be gone, as well as the toys and the site will sell the books only. Hopefully, this will make it easier for those who are unable to find the books and can't access the Dreams By Night site.

And with that. Back to the menage scene I'm writing.Almost done. Almost done. Forbidden Pleasures goes into the editor tomorrow morning, first thing.Whew. Then, Nauti Nights, Dawg's story.

2006-11-16T10:25:00.000-08:00

HARMONY'S WAY
Releasing December 5, 2006
Sequel to Megan's Mark

Blurb: Harmony Lancaster is of the Lion Breed, created to be a huntress with a thirst to kill. But the way she seeks justice outside the law makes her a liability to her own kind. Yet she also possesses information that they need on the existence of the First Leo-- who holds the precious secrets of desire.
To save her life, Harmony is paired with Sheriff Lance Jacobs, who tries to tame the killer within her, while protecting the gentle woman he longs to possess. But a dangerous cult leader, bent on destroying the Breeds, could change the way Lance looks at Harmony forever...

Excerpt:

“No second thoughts.” Her breathing was rougher now, her lips parting as Lance allowed his hands to settle on her bare waist, to feel the incredibly soft flesh beneath them.
The temptation of those lips was too much to deny. He lowered his head as her hands fluttered against his chest, the feel of them sinking past the cloth of his shirt as he fought to rein in his desire.
Just a kiss, he promised himself as he touched her lips with his. He was the sheriff, he couldn’t get caught necking in public. But one kiss surely wouldn’t hurt.
Or so he thought. Until her lips parted on a soft little gasp, and her tongue touched his. The subtle taste of honeysuckle was stronger here, sweet and clean as it fueled his hunger.
Lance felt her hands slide up his chest, move to his neck, then bury in his hair as a soft moan vibrated against his lips. He kissed her with soft greed, reminding himself each second that it could go no further. He could kiss her. Just a taste before the main course.
As his lips moved over hers he found his hunger for her surging, overtaking his common sense and his control. His hands slid beneath her top, stroking the satiny flesh until they filled with the firm mounds of her breasts. And she was arching to him, her soft cry muffled by his suddenly devouring lips.
His tongue pushed against hers, twined with it, drew it to his lips and suckled it into his own mouth as she arched against him.
She tasted like hot, needy sex. Like a temptress made for lust, built for endurance and pleasure. And if he wasn’t very, very careful he was going to end up fucking her right there in the parking lot.
“We’re getting in trouble here.” His hands slid from her breasts to her rear, gripping the snug curves and moving her against his thigh as his lips trailed over her jaw to her neck.
Lance nipped at the fragrant skin there as he felt the heated, cloth-covered curves of her pussy riding his thigh. She was panting for breath now, flushed, a soft dew of perspiration covering her skin.
“This isn’t natural.” Her voice was dazed, thick with need as he stroked his lips and tongue over her neck, heading for the valley of her breasts and the soft flesh he knew he would find there.
She was softer than any other woman he had ever touched. Sweeter. Hotter. And he was one second from ripping his jeans open, lifting her to the seat and fucking the hell out of her.
“I’m sure it is.” Lance licked at the dampness between her breasts, tasting honeysuckle there as well. Damn, he was developing a fondness for honeysuckle. If only the taste wasn’t so subtle. Then he could fill his senses with it, sate himself with the need for it.
He flexed his fingers in the curves of her ass as he helped her ride him, swearing he could feel the damp heat of her pussy searing him through her pants and his jeans.
“You taste as sweet as summer,” he growled. Her lips were at his forehead, pressing against him tentatively, causing him to pause in this frantic desperation to taste as much of her possible, returning to him a measure of control.
Her lips touched him with dreams. He could feel it in the soft breeze that wrapped around them, the whisper of confusion and lost dreams in the air at his ear.As though she had never willingly touched before.

2006-11-15T12:32:00.000-08:00

Yahoo hates me. I've decided this. Everytime I try to post, I bounce. As long as I don't try to post, I get about half the mail, but the first post I send in, watch out. *sigh*
This makes it hard to chat and it makes it hard to get information out.

Information such as

WICKED SACRIFICE books IV and V of the Bound Hearts, Wicked Intent and Sacrifice can be found in the two book volume, Wicked Sacrifice at www.dreamsbynight.com for pre-order.
Shipping estimate is Dec. 1, 2006.

Bound Hearts - Wicked Intent By Lora LeighControl has meant everything to Tally Raines. Control of the office she ran as Jesse Wyman's secretary, and now control of Lucian Conover's office as well. But Lucian isn't content to be controlled by his fiery secretary. As a matter of fact, Lucian thinks she needs to loosen up and let the sexy, sensual woman hiding beneath her cool exterior free. And he will dare her to do just that… With a little help.

Bound Hearts - Sacrifice By Lora LeighBook five of the Bound Hearts series
Kimberly has run from Jared for a year now, sensing the weakness he could be to her future. But she never expected the sacrifice he would make for her. One that will rock her soul, and destroy the very foundations of all her beliefs.Her sexuality, her heart, and all she's fought for in the last six years will be tested when an assignment takes her to Jared's farm, and into his bed. There she will learn the true meaning of hunger, of love…as well as the deception and the lies that have governed her life for so long. Anything worth having is worth sacrificing for. Kimberly is about to find out if she can pay the price, and risk not only the inheritance that should be hers, but also her heart to the one man who can still the fires that rage in her soul.

2006-10-23T18:36:00.000-07:00

WICKED SACRIFICE

Books IV and V of the Bound Hearts is now up for pre-order at amazon.com in the volume titled Wicked Sacrifice.
This volume contains WICKED INTENT and SACRIFICE and releases Nov. 30, 2006. It will also be listed as pre-order at Dreams By Night www.dreamsbynight.com within the next two weeks or so, in Autographed prints.

I've tried to post this notice to Yahoo groups, but alas, between my server email and yahoogroups, there seems to be a problem in communications. LOL

And be watching soon for books VI and VII and in May 2007, the first full length Bound Hearts novel will release in Mass Market paperback from St. Martins.

I hope you continue to enjoy the Bound Hearts, as well as the other upcoming novels.

2006-10-20T07:59:00.000-07:00

Meet Me In Kingsport Tennessee
October 21-22 2006

Mary Wine and I will be appearing with several other wonderful authors to sign at the Kingsport Women's Expo in Kingsport Tennessee at the Meadowview Marriott Convention Center.
Mary and I will be in costume, though let me tell you, Mary's costume is just to die for, you have to come see it.
Be sure to stop by if you can, I look forward to seeing everyone who can attend.

2006-10-18T18:39:00.000-07:00

Today has been a good day. Not only did I finish a very difficult chapter in the Forbidden Pleasure manuscript, but I got a call from my editor.
St. Martins has asked me to do an anthology with Cherry Adair and Cindy Gerard set to release sometime in 2008.
These are two of my favorite authors and the chance to do this anthology with them is really exciting for me. Now I'm nervous too though. LOL
But, I'm sure you want to hear more about the Bound Hearts. Its progressing well, though some chapters are slower than others. I just passed the 25,000 word mark, about 125 pages and working my way into the loss of my hero's phenomenal control. For three years he's managed to hold back his dominance and extreme sexuality, but it's breaking free.
Talk about a man walking a tight rope.
I actually have fallen very much in love with Mac.
John 'Mac' McCoy. A former computer programmer turned farmer. (He hated the office) So he's taken over his father's large farm and he deals with horses, cattle and tractors instead. Yet, he's one of the most dominant males I think I've written and I'm loving getting to know him.
My heroine, Keiley, is strong, a bit shy, but he's met his match in her. She's of course having tons of fun breaking her husbands control, while never realizing what lies behind it.
Its going to be interesting to see her reaction I think. LOL
And that's all for tonight. It's time to try to finish another chapter before heading to bed.
And don't forget, this weekend you can find me at the Kingsport Times Women's Expo in Kingsport Tennessee. I'll be signing books with Mary Wine and several other wonderful authors. I hope you can find time to visit us. We'll be there in the wonderful costumes Mary makes, and she's promised me a new chemise. I can't wait to see it.
As always, wishing you lots of coffee, romance and good books to read. See you soon.

2006-10-16T14:09:00.000-07:00

Forbidden Pleasure

Its begun. The first book to St. Martins in the continuation of the Bound Hearts series, Forbidden Pleasure.
What would you do if you suddenly learned your husband of three years was hiding parts of his sexuality. That the hunger you feel just under the surface, is more than just a forceful, lusty dominance. That he fantasized about sharing you with his best friend. That he fantasied so much about it, that the tension was now beginning to fray his precious self control?
Keiley McCoy is about to learn things about her husband, Mac that she never imagined. Things such as a habit he had for sharing his lovers with his best friend Jethro Riggs. Things such as his membership in an exclusive men's club created as a support group for men who crave sharing their women. Things that could destroy their marriage.
I've been excited to get started on this book. The Bound Hearts are always a challenge but this one especially raised such interesting questions for me regarding the characters that I've really been excited about it.
I hope you like it. I have to have it completed by the first of November, and so far, it's flowing very well.
As soon as I see that the plot is progressing and that there aren't going to be any restarts on it, then I'll see about sending an excerpt here.
And don't forget, Harmony's Way, the sequel to Megan's Mark releases December 5, 2006. You met Lance Jacobs in Megan's Mark, the sheriff of Broken Butte. He returns in Harmony's Way as the hero, and boy does he have some surprises for his Breed mate, Harmony Lancaster. But, she has some surprises for him as well.
Join me in the next book in the world of the Breeds. I hope you enjoy it.
Thank you for checking back with me on upcoming stories. I am trying to get in here and keep you updated on everything coming through. Until next time, I'm wishing you lots of coffee and plenty of good books to keep you warm during these cool fall nights.

2006-10-04T18:13:00.000-07:00

Im late! I know. I've been completely overwhelmed. No sooner than I finished Hidden Agendas I had to go back and revise it. That book has caused me to lose hair. *pout* Kell was mean to me.
And because of Kell, I've neglected the Blog. But I am back again. And as an abject apology, there will be an excerpt of Harmony's Way posted below.
Don't forget the booksigning in Lexington Kentucky this week at Jo-Beth's Books with the KYRWA writers. We'll be there from 2:00 to 4:00 pm signing books. Its going to be a really fun event.
And remember the Kingsport Women's Expo the weekend of the 21st. I'll be there with Mary Wine and several other wonderful authors. Its an event you don't want to miss.
So, what am I working on now?
Many of you will be very pleased. I've begun work on the eighth Bound Hearts title, Forbidden Pleasure.
FORBIDDEN PLEASURE is the first of three Bound Hearts books that St. Martins Press acquired, but it begins with three new characters. The second and third books you will meet some older characters, especially Khalid from Shameless. I've already managed two chapters on FORBIDDEN PLEASURE and I'm really excited about the story unfolding. I hope you enjoy it. It will be a much longer and hopefully more intense story to add to the Bound Hearts collection.
And with that note, shall I give you an excerpt?

Harmony's Way
A Berkley Sensation Release
You can pre-order this title at
www.amazon.com
The next book in the Breed series.

Lance replaced the decrepit Raider with his own the next evening. Unfortunately, he came with it. To add insult to injury, he changed the schedule as well.
“If I’m going to stay up all damned night long, then I might as well be working,” he had snapped that morning when he informed her of the change.
As the call came in on a disturbance and fight at one of the more popular bars, she almost rubbed her hands in glee. She sat forward, straining against the seat belt as Lance raced toward the establishment.
She hadn’t had a good fight in months. Unfortunately, as the adrenaline began to race through her veins, the heat building in her body increased. The arousal was almost a narcotic in her blood as her skin sensitized and her nerve endings began to throb.
She was throwing the seat belt and jerking the door to the Raider open before the Raider had come to a complete stop. Ignoring Lance as he called out her name, she headed for the bar and the fight inside.
“Oh no you don’t.” He caught her arm, pulling her to a surprised stop as she stared up at him in shock.
“What?”
“Take their statements!” He had pointed imperiously toward the small crowd outside. “Now.”
“But the fight...” Oh God, she really needed to expend energy. She could feel the need cramping her stomach, building in her veins.
“Statements,” he had snarled, the look in his eyes causing her to hesitate. “Now.”
She snarled furiously, flashing her canines as the sound rumbled from her throat. Gripping her hand he slapped his notebook into it.
“Now.” That tone was primal, such a completely alpha sound that she was taken aback for a moment. “Right now.”
She took the statements, fuming at the injustice of it as he and the other deputies began clearing the bar.
“That was so not fair,” she snapped as he strode from the bar an hour later, a bruise forming at his temple as he dragged a raw-boned cowboy by his shirt collar to a waiting patrol car. “I could have helped.”
He grunted rudely.
“You wouldn’t have a black eye if you had let me help,” she retorted, her fist clenched around his mangled notebook. “I can’t believe you did this.”
She couldn’t believe she had blindly obeyed him like some submissive wimp that didn’t know how to fight back. She had never ever obeyed a man in her life. Why the hell was she starting now?
“Your attitude is starting to severely suck, Sheriff,” she informed him, trying not to look too deeply into the fact that she figuratively tucked her tail and obeyed.
“Did you get those statements?”
“Every last one,” she responded with false sweetness, glaring back at him as he met her gaze without the first sign of apology. “You should have let me in there.”
“Why?” he barked as he turned and led the way to the Raider. “So you could expend some of that energy raging through your body? I don’t think so. Get in the Raider.”
He jerked her door open as she stalked past him.
“That is just the most idiotic thing I’ve heard come out of your mouth,” she snapped after he had slammed her door closed and strode around to his own side. “I’m not a pet you can place in the corner and tell to sit.”
“That’s a dog.” He twisted the key in the ignition before pushing the Raider into gear. “Everyone knows cats don’t train worth shit.”

Harmony's Way
Releasing December 6, 2006

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0425213056/sr=8-1/qid=1156007614/ref=pd_bbs_1?ie=UTF8&tag2=loraleigh-20

2006-09-23T21:37:00.000-07:00

OCTOBER EVENTS

I wanted to give you a list of appearances for October in case you you could stop by.

October 7, 2006 at Joseph Beth Books 161 Lexington Green Circle, Lexington, KY 40503 at 2:00pm and lasting approximately two hours.
Signing will be: Elizabeth Bevarly, Toni Blake, Monica Burns, Dianne Castell, Robyn DeHart, Lori Foster, Maddie James, Rosemary Laurey, Kimberly Logan, LuAnn McLane, Madeleine Oh, Patricia Rice, Jan Scarbrough, Shiloh Walker, Lora Leigh ,JR Ward

OCTOBER 21st and 22nd at the Meadow View Convention Center,1901 Meadowview ParkwayKingsport, Tennessee 37660

Saturday and Sunday, I'll be signing with Mary Wine and other authors. I should have the list of authors soon.

This is a totally wonderful event. We'll be available most of the day Saturday and Sunday. Mary and I will be in costume signing books as well as on the floor. Please come see us and visit the expo. Its a great event and filled with all kinds of wonderful booths and goodies. Last year we had a blast there. Be checking the appearances page on my website for the full list of authors attending that event. News on that should be coming soon.

I hope to see you at one of these two events.

2006-09-22T06:38:00.000-07:00

THE ENDING OF HIDDEN AGENDAS

FINALLY. I'm putting THE END on Hidden Agenda's sometime tonight I would expect. I have the last scene to write and then a little tweak here and then and its off.
*big sigh* This has been one of my harder books to write. I started it last May, went through about 40 different versions, and NO I am not joking over that.
The problem was, the title. Sometimes the idea in my head just doesn't suit a title, and once I realized what the problem was I was already more than 20 attempts into the book and I decided I was going to do this, with this title, one way or the other. Yeah, sometimes I'll cut my own nose to spite my face. LOL
I started this version, totally new version by the way, two days after Tanner's Scheme completed. I'd have to check dates on that, but maybe its been a month. Once I figured out how to twist the title, it got easier.
The challenges I'm facing in writing for Berkley and St. Martins have been exilerating. (Did I spell that right? LOL) I love it.
And I hope you enjoy Hidden Agenda's when it releases. Its the fourth book in the SEALs and OHHH do I have ideas on where to go when I finish the final two books. I'm jumping up and down I'm so excited over it.
Next up, after I finish this one, is the first St. Martins single title Bound Hearts. I've been itching to start this book as I've found a new perspective step into. The heroes and heroine have really been pushing at me to get this started. I'll have more information for you once its started.
Until then, be watching the blog, as soon as Hidden Agenda's completes I'll be posting an excerpt.
And don't forget to read Reno's Chance in the Honk If You Love Real Men anthology, now available through amazon.com or wwww.dreamsbynight.com And coming in February is the second book, a single title Dangerous Games. Also in February is the third book in the series with a secondary character as the hero in the Real Men Do It Better Anthology, For Maggies Sake. FMS continues the SEALs fight against the Villian that you meet in Dangerous Games.
Thank you all for your support, your emails, and for putting up with me being absent from the loops etc. The schedule I'm on from this point to the end of the year will be even tougher, but your encouragement keeps me going. And most especially, thank you so much for enjoying my books so far.

2006-09-18T12:21:00.000-07:00

I was sent a very interesting article, one I thought many of you might be interested in as well as readers on the erotica/erotic romance lines to be found on the shelves now.

http://dearauthor.com/wordpress/2006/09/18/what-ny-publishers-dont-get-about-romantica/#comments

The site allows you to comment as well and voice your opinions, which is always a good thing. I liked it, so thought you might as well.

And now I'm back to Hidden Agendas. FINALLY I think I have this book figured out. I'm on page 230, which is almost halfway and I'm now working hard to complete it. This is the fourth SEAL book.
The first being Reno's Chance in the Honk If You Love Real Men anthology, the second a single title from St. Martins, Dangerous Games, which is one of my HOTTEST books yet I think, and the third being the novella For Maggies Sake in the Real Men Do It Better anthology due out with Dangerous Games in Feb. 07

And now, back to work for me. I hope you are all finding wonderful books to read and lots of friends to share them with.

2006-09-15T12:58:00.000-07:00

I didn't get to write a lot today. I found a plot error in Hidden Agenda's that needed to be worked on and I wanted to think about it before I changed it. I'll be starting on that tonight after dinner. I did make arrangements to head to Lake Cumberland tomorrow though. I want to do some more research on the area and get some pictures for the next Nauti book, Nauti Nights. I have the idea fairly planted in my head but I need to see the area to see how its going to work. So we're off on a research trip tomorrow. Which will be fun. I've been putting in a lot of long hours on refinining the plot for Hidden Agendas and getting it moving so it will be a nice break I think.
Be watching the website, we're going to have an excerpt of Harmony's Way up there sometime next week. I'm really excited about the release of this book. Harmony was just special. A female Lion Breed with some interesting issues. And Lance. I feel in love with Lance. Im hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it, even if Lance did make me pull hair out. He was stubborn too.
And if you're looking for a really good book to read this week, check out Naughty Little Secrets by Shelley Bradley at www.mybookstoreandmore.com I love Shelley's writing, and in Naughty Little Secrets, she took me on a wonderful romantic and completely sexy adventure. I think you'll enjoy it as well. And be sure to stop by the forum and chat with Shelley anytime. We have some wonderful authors that mix and mingle on the forum and we all love meeting new friends. You can find us by going to www.loraleigh.com enter the site, then click on Chat and Schedule at the side bar. Once you've went to the next page, scroll down just slightly and you'll see the enter link. Come in an play with all the writers and readers that pop in through the day.
Until Sunday, I hope you have great books to read, wonderful friends to share them with, and lots of coffee to keep your day moving bright.

2006-09-14T09:11:00.000-07:00

SLAVE TO SENSATION by NALINI SINGH

Have you read Slave of Sensation by Nalini Singh?
If you haven't, then get it now! Its an incredible unique story filled with passion, love, gentleness and an emotion you don't want to miss. This was one of the most emotional and passionate books I've read in a while. I can't wait to read the next one in the series. Wonder if I could talk her out of an early read? Hmm, its worth considering. I could see me loving the next one too. LMAO
Now, back to my work in progress. *sigh* I'm gonna shoot my hero with his own gun, he's being totally stubborn.

2006-09-13T13:22:00.000-07:00

I've decided, my husband is just ornery.
Here I am, just typing my little fingers to the
bone, working on my next book due when he informs
me, with no shame whatsoever, that he's neglected.
*rolling eyes* Neglected I ask him? How are you
neglected?
So he pulls me out of the office and into the bedroom
so I can......
No, not THAT. So I can listen to him play his guitar. LMAO
He's so neglected. LOL. He's such a man! He needed an
audience. LOL
But, I'm back to my desk. I had to go grocery shopping today for hamburger and chicken. Couldn't decide if I wanted fried chicken or meatloaf for dinner. I guess I settled on meatloaf. LOL
So now that I've decided, I can go back to work on the next Navy SEAL book, Hidden Agendas. Kell, my hero, has been so stubborn. Hopefully I have a handle on him now though. He's so into his heroine and yet so determined to save her from loving him, that sometimes, Ive wanted to pull my own hair out.
How could I create such a stubborn man.
Then I remember, I married such a man. *sigh*
So, this is today's update. LOL. It's not much I know
and until I KNOW this is going to work out, I really don't want to say much.
Remember to visit the forum when you get a chance.
Go to www.loraleigh.com click on chat and schedule, scroll down just a bit and there is the button link to the forum. The ladies there have some great times, and I often randomly choose names from the posters for surprise gifts.
Have a great day. I hope you're finding wonderful books to read and that the summer has been a wonderful one. Until later...

Lora

2006-09-10T08:04:00.000-07:00

Good Morning.
I want to thank everyone who attended the booksigning at Radcliff Kentucky yesterday, and I want to especially thank J.R. Ward for inviting me along. We had a wonderful time. J.R. is so sweet and as always, so funny, with the ability to make everyone feel welcome and well loved. She's not just a wonderful writer, but a truly wonderful person. Be watching the website for new of our return to The Bookstore in Radcliff in March. We'll be signing there again then. I'll have that up on the site soon.
Be watching as well for information on the booksigning at Jo-Beth's books in Lexington next month, as well for the Women's Expo in Kingsport Tennessee.
Writing has been going good the last month. I wanted to get a good start on Hidden Agendas and make certain it was going to work out before I began the updates. I think I have it though. I have 138 pages but I'll be a couple of days getting back to it. I'm finishing up copy edits at present on For Maggies Sake, a novella related to my SEAL's series that releases in February. You meet the hero Joe, in Dangerous Games. Both release in February. I've very excited about the release of this new series. The SEALs are stubborn, arrogant, and they've made writing their stories an adventure in the many ways you are NOT allowed to strangled the characters in your imagination. LOL
Its an adventure, but a learning one. I'll see about posting a short excerpt soon.
Thank you all for sticking with me, for your emails and all your encouragement. Be watching the newsletter Sensuous Escapes as well, for pictures of this weekends booksigning. Special thanks to Brenda for taking those pictures for me. I truly appreciate it.

2006-09-01T23:13:00.000-07:00

There's not much to update tonight.
Hidden' Agenda's, so far, is doing well. I'm on page 77 but I had to go to Wal Mart today and we have to clean and freeze corn. Fresh corn on the cob is so good in the middle of winter. LOL
It will be a few days before I update again, I want to make certain Hidden Agenda's is working out well before I post. I restarted the beginning, i think the ending is pretty much finished, but the beginning and middle needs revision and work. Im hoping to finish it by the 9th, but I expect it to be more like the 13th or 15th. I'm praying no later than that. But within a few days I'll update again and perhaps post a short excerpt. Also coming soon are excepts for Harmony's Way and Dangerous Games, now on pre-order at www.amazon.com I'm really excited about the coming release of these books and I hope you enjoy them.
And now, I think its bedtime for me.
Good night and pleasant dreams.

2006-08-31T20:48:00.000-07:00

I needed just a little break. I just came off a 108,000 word book, Tanner's Scheme as well as Galleys that I had to do a rush job on. So I started Hidden Agenda's and my brain just felt froze. It just wasn't working. So I picked up a book I had gotten a while back but hadn't had the pleasure of reading yet. Dinah's Dark Desire by Mechele Armstrong from Loose Id.
OMG. I rarely ever read books that have m/m action, because its just not something that turns me on. But this one did. Ms. Armstrong weaved a very strong m/m/f relationship that had me reading from beginning to end without laying the book down. I highly recommend it. It has suspense, as well as good conflict, very sexy heroes and some really hot action.
So if you're looking for a hot, really interesting suspense, I recommend Dinah's Dark Desire.
Now, I need to a few more books to read. I'm going to check out my TBR pile.

2006-08-29T15:27:00.000-07:00

I'm tired. LOL
I finished just a fix or two here and there and sent Tanner's Scheme out to my CP. It will be out to Berkley within a week or so.
Now, I'll be finishing Hidden Agendas. I had most of it, but I knew it needed some fixes and I wasn't certain what. Which is the reason I laid it aside while I finished Tanner. I needed time to think about it and time to consider it. I think I have it figured out now. I should have it finished in just a few weeks I predict. I'll then be back on schedule. Which is very important. I have 8 more books to complete between Berkley and St. Martins, and getting behind is not an option at this point. *deep sigh* I need more hours in the day. LOL
Thank all of you for your emails. I'm working my way through them now. And those who have posted on the forum and the loraleighchatters list in regards to the excerpts, thank you. It keeps me going and it keeps me trying to write books you'll enjoy.
And now, onward I go. I think I need more coffee. LMAO

2006-08-28T20:35:00.000-07:00

THE END.
Tanner's Scheme is done. Stamp finished on that bad boy, in 25 days. 105K the absolute longest Breed book ever written. (Elizabeth's Wolf was 70K) Not that I expect that length to stand up against the editors little red pencil. LOL. But, its finished, way longer than my current record of Elizabeth's Wolf in 21 days.
It poured itself out. I just hope it poured itself well. LOL
And now, for the promise I made you. An excerpt right? I hope the dirty words past muster here. LOL

BE WARNED. ADULT CONTENT ONLY. IF YOU ARE NOT OVER 18 THEN DO NOT READ!!!!

UNEDITED. EXPECT ERRORS!!!!

After hanging up, she moved to the balcony doors. Sliding the curtains open Scheme opened the doors and stepped onto the shadowed expanse overlooking D.C. They were twenty floors up, and the view was breathtaking.
“I never tire of staying here,” she said as she felt him moved behind her, crowding her against the railing it. “From here, you can feel the pulse of the city below.”
It was almost sensual, intimate. That was why she enjoyed it. She wasn’t a part of the frantic pace from her position above the city. She was a voyeur, inhaling the life below and sustaining herself on it.”
“Why here and not at your home?” he asked her again, the warmth of his breath caressing the shell of her ear.
“You’re tenacious.” Her fingers tightened on the rail as she felt his hands move to her hips. “It’s peaceful here. Almost anonymous.” There were no hidden eyes watching, no malevolent ears dissecting each word, each move she made. Until his arrival, she had been safe here.
She turned, unable to bear the threat of his large body behind her without the benefit of seeing his face. Would he show a shift of expression? A subtle warning tense of his body if he made his move to kill her here.
When she stared up at him, his head tilted to the side, his eyes gleaming oddly in the dim light.
“You think I’m going to kill you?” Sensually full lips curved into an amused grin. “I wouldn’t kill you, Scheme. Fuck the hell out of you, yes. Turn you over to Breed Law, definitely. But I won’t kill you.”
“You can’t turn me over to Breed Law, Tanner,” she sighed as she regarded calmly. “I haven’t done anything.”
She was a double agent for the Bureau of Breed Affairs. Jonas might be a son of a bitch, but he wouldn’t see her pay for the very crimes she had committed to gain evidence against her father and the Council.
“Your signature is on kill orders, pretty girl,” he whispered, leaning forward to lay his lips against her ear. Wicked incisors scraped over the tender shell. “Pictures of your meetings with several suspected Council members. All we need is the confession of a close associate. Do you think that’s possible?”
Her lips quirked wryly. “I think Tanner, that you could acquire just about anything you wanted, if you wanted it bad enough.”
He frowned, his brow furrowing with a hint of frustration as his fingers tightened on her hips.
“You’re so confident of escaping Breed Law,” he said softly. “You should know better. Your father has headed the training branch of the Council for decades, and for the past ten years, we know you’ve been involved. Proving a definite isn’t all that hard to do.”
“So prove it.” She shrugged.
It would never happen. No one would dare betray her father in such a way, except her of course, and even if they did, she had the agreement she had signed with Jonas years before.
It was too bad Jonas trusted no one at Sanctuary. Having fall back position was always important. In this case, there was no safety net other than the place she had found to hide the agreement they signed.
“You could come clean.” He lowered his head further, his teeth rasping over her shoulder, following by his tongue.
Scheme forced herself to breathe normally, and nearly failed. That should not be erotic. She shouldn’t be creaming helplessly in response to something so simple.
“I just showered,” she whispered at his ear. “I promise you, I’m very clean.”
He nipped her shoulder. The sensual little pain brought a gasp from her lips and sent weakness shuddering through her body.
“I smell you,” he growled then. “You’re wet. So wet the scent of your arousal is like a drug.”
Scheme tried, she really did try, to force herself to focus. Her lashes fluttered against her cheeks though as his lips were suddenly on hers.
Sweet heaven. She hated kissing. She really did. But this kiss. Her hands tangled in his hair immediately, holding him to her as his lips slanted over hers and his tongue took immediate possession of her mouth. This kiss hot, blistering with sexual intent and lustful demand, literally swept through her senses.
His arms wrapped around her as he dragged her from the rail only to turn and press her into the wall of the balcony. He surrounded her. He was around her, inside her, heating her, warming her. Sending shards of brilliant heat to explode around her clitoris as her hips arched against him.
Damn, he needed to bottle this kiss. He could make a fortune.
One big hand moved to tangle in her head, pulling at it, causing her scalp to sting erotically as he pulled her head back, breaking the kiss before his lips singed her neck.
Scheme’s eyes drifted open, not that she could see much, her vision was hazy, dazed.
Lifting to the tips of her toes she sought to push the aching flesh between her thighs against the stiff length of his erection beneath his slacks.
Oh that was good. A whispering moan fell from her lips as she finally managed to rub the aching center of her body against him.
Then his hips thrust back to her, one hand gripping her ass to lift her.
“Put your legs around my waist,” he panted at her ear, doing that growly thing again. It made her want to lick his lips, to feel the vibration of it against her own.
Her legs moved around his waist, and then she saw stars.
Oh my. This was dangerous. She whimpered, and she never whimpered, when his cock pressed fully against her thighs and his hips did that rotating thing.
When a woman carried the name Scheme, she had to learn to live up to it. Right now, she was not living up to it. She was panting in heat and proud of it.
“I can feel the heat of your pussy through my pants.” His voice stroked her, the animalistic rumble stroking her from the inside out.
“Not a good idea.”
She was supposed to be cool. Calm. She was supposed to remember, Breeds hated her. Right?
Remember that one Schemer? Dangerous territory here.
“I’ve been dying to shove my dick inside you.” Explicit. He did not mince words in the slightest.
“Oh geeze, you’re such a romantic,” she gasp in no way turned off by the dangerously erotic statement.
“Did you want romance?” He nipped the line of her jaw. “Pretty lies to soften this.”
This being his teeth raking over her desperate nipple above the velvet before he drew the hard point, material and all, into his mouth.
The tight, muffled scream that left her lips shocked her. Oh shit. She was going to orgasm. Right here, pressed against the wall, from nothing but his teeth working the tight bud of her nipple.
And she wasn’t even embarrassed.
Could someone say paddle here? Because she was definitely up a less than safe creek and navigation was chancy at best.
Then he purred.

2006-08-27T08:58:00.000-07:00

Tanner's Scheme is nearly finished now. I'm going over the file, start to finish to lay in a few more things before I put THE END to it. It's been an adventure, writing Tanner. More so than I ever thought it would be.
There's so much going on right now. I keep hesitating to post because sometimes, I get overwhelmed. LOL
The wrap up on the shooting for the video trailer of Dangerous Games is nearly completed. I've held back talking about this, simply because I get so excited. The actors are incredibly wonderful and those in charge of putting everything together have done such a wonderful job. I can't wait until its ready to show.
We've found a site that it can download from so I'll be able to put it up on the website, along with the trailers for The Man Within and Elizabeth's Wolf. Everything should be ready for the October deadline on that.
Dangerous Games is also at amazon.com for pre-order. Dangerous Games is my longest novel yet, part of the SEAL series that St. Martins purchased. It releases in Feb. 07 and I have to say, I consider it one of my best books. Easily as good as Elizabeth's Wolf.
Once the trailer goes up, there will also be a contest running as well with a drawing held before Christmas to give away the goodies. The prizes will be listed in the days ahead.
And now I'm heading back to the completion of Tanner. Once I have the fill ins done, I can put the ending to it, and post an excerpt here. Also be watching soon for excerpts to Harmony's Way and Dangerous Games.
Until later....

2006-08-25T20:26:00.000-07:00

Yes, I didn't post last night. I was trying to figure out the last part of Tanner's Scheme. I've 'finished' this thing four times already and each time it just hasn't been right. It doesn't feel right. So I took the evening off to think about it a while. I think I figured it out. But I have to cut the last 20,000 words and completely redo it. A day or two at the most I hope. Sometimes, getting the ending just right, is harder than getting to the end of the book. I think its because I hate letting the characters go. LOL
But I will be working on it all day tomorrow. So hopefully, tomorrow evening, I'll have good news and an excerpt.

2006-08-23T14:58:00.000-07:00

I know, I didn't post last night. For a reason. I didn't go to bed. *can we say sleepy here?* I snagged a few hours nap and now I'm back to it.
Have i mentioned how BAD I want to go fishing. Just one day. LOL
Fishing is my little treat to myself for completing a book, and I because Kell in Hidden Agendas was so mean to me this summer, I haven't managed to finish a book. So I haven't go to fishing yet.
I am going to go fishing tomorrow. Tanner's Scheme is going to be finished and on its way to the CP. Then, this weekend, I will finish hidden agendas. I am going to go fishing. *whimper*
Honestly, most of the fault is Tanners, he's whipped through my mind and won't let go until I finish it now. I have to finish it, otherwise I will never sleep.
I did this with Elizabeth's Wolf too. Didn't sleep, didn't want to break to eat, I stayed in a constant fit of writing to complete it. Tanner has done the same. Now, lets just pray you like it as well. LOL
Now, I'm back to work. Tonight. I WILL FINISH TONIGHT. *whimpering* I really need to finish this tonight.

2006-08-22T15:02:00.000-07:00

Transcripts from last nights chats have been posted on the forum at
http://pub4.bravenet.com/forum/330493581/

And at the Lora Leigh Chatters Group http://groups.yahoo.com/group/loraleighchatters/

We talked a lot about Breeds last night and the upcoming Tanner's Scheme if you would like to check those out.

I'm currently on page 370 on Tanner's Scheme and I'm TRYING to get it done tonight. *sigh* I've never noticed how many distractions I have through the day until this week. LMAO

2006-08-22T00:30:00.000-07:00

Page 355, a little over 69K words. Yes, I didn't get much done. MY darlin husband dragged me out of the house when I got up this morning and we didn't get home until early evening. Then I had chat. *wince* I forgot to post the chat here. I'm sorry. I forgot. But, I will be home all day tomorrow. And I don't told the hubby, he drags me out and I hurt him really bad. Tomorrow, this book finishes. Of course, it might have actually went faster tonight if Scheme hadnt decided to throw a kink in my plans I was all ready to head into the ending and she decided she could be just as much a bad girl as Tanner is a bad boy. I believe she's defintely a good match for my wild Bengal.
But now, I am heading for bed. Its almost three thirty in the morning, and I'm whipped.
See ya'll tomorrow, uhhh morning. LOL.
Be watching, as soon as I finish, I will be sending another excerpt here.

2006-08-20T21:35:00.000-07:00

I'm on page 340 of Tanner's Scheme, of an estimated 400. Though I may go over a bit by time its finished. I spent today going over the fill, laying in a few additional pieces of information and finding out that Tanner likes watching Gilligan's Island. LOL. Yeah, that one surprised me too.
It's close to being finished. I expect tomorrow night to have the rough draft done, an extra night to go over the file again and then sometime around Tues or Weds night, it will go to the CP to fix all my terrible punctuaction and typos. Within a week or so, it will be headed to Berkley and I should then be finishing up Hidden Agenda's for St. Martins, the fourth book in the SEALs series which began with Reno's Chance in the Honk If You Love Real Men Anthology. Be sure not to miss the Real Men Do It Better Anthology in Feb, now on preorder at Amazon, it holds the third book to the series. I'm loving this series too. Dangerous Games, the second book, releases in February as well, a full length novel so hot I thought I though I was going to melt my computer writing it. LOL
And now, I'm heading to bed. I'm enjoying using the blog here, and I hope you're enjoying the information you find here.
So until tomorrow night, good night.

2006-08-20T18:20:00.000-07:00

BOOKSIGNING SEPT. 9 2006

The Bookstore
301 W Lincoln Trail Blvd
Radcliff, Ky 40160
270-351-1801
2:00 pm to 5:00 pm

http://bookstoredeb.blogspot.com
http://www.thebookstore-radcliff.com

I'll be signing at the Bookstore with JR Ward and
Shiloh Walker on Sept. 9, 2006 I'm looking forward to
meeting anyone who can make it.

2006-08-19T10:40:00.000-07:00

I'm running late again. *sigh* The son had to get up at five this morning to meet the bus at the school to go to the state fair. We got him to the school and he decided that since his friend wasn't there that he wasn't going either. I'm telling you, there are days... LOL
So its almost two before I'm getting started, but I'm hoping this goes fast. I know where the second half of Tanner's Scheme is going, and I think I know what the characters want, so I'm hoping to have this done before I head to bed tomorrow night. If I keep my head down and keep my focus, then theres a very good chance it will be done.
I hope you like Tanner's Scheme when it releases in mass market paperback through Berkley. I've really had a good time writing it and seeing Tanner's development. I'm back to work now. I'll post before heading to bed tonight to let you know how its gone. I'm currently at 275 pages out of a proposed 400. So lets see what I can get done today.