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.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
Beyond The Dark is Available today!
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
Order at Amazon
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
"These four erotic romantic fantasies are terrific novellas with strong lead characters that sub-genre fans will fully relish." Harriet Klausner ~ The Best Reviews
"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."
Monday, December 03, 2007
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.
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.
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