Friday, April 20, 2012

Big Prizes...Get Entered!


Continental Divide Facebook Fan Page


We have a fabulous prize for 3 lucky winners, but we're going to make you work for it... To enter you must do both:

1. 'Like' the page
2. Post on the page and tell us something you like about the book...if you read it, you can tell us if you have a favorite scene? Something you want to see in Oceans Apart? If you haven't...why are you looking forward to reading it?

And what's a contest without fantabulous prizes?

We have three (yup 3!) great prizes, for three winners. We'll go in order, the first name drawn selects 1st, second name drawn selects 2nd, and the third name drawn gets the final prize. Not to worry...you're going to love them.

1- Receive a T-shirt or Tote of the winner's choice from our very own Danny Johns' Teez Me Shop - shipped directly to your door.
1- Receive a $25 gift certificate from All Romance eBooks
1- You get to name a character in Oceans Apart AND receive an advanced copy (be a beta reader) at least one week before the public release date.

Okay, those are the rules, the fabulous prizes, winners to be announced on Sunday, April 21. Now, get reading and get posting!


You can also read a fabulous review of Continental Divide at A Bear on Books

Get to the page, give us a "Like" and leave a comment...we want WINNERS!


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Monday, April 9, 2012

Winners and More Giveaways!

Congratulations to ***Midia*** - the big Easter Blog Hop winner of the Three's Allowed Series and a $10 Gift Card from All Romance eBooks. Three other winners from Sunday are Dawn M, Josie, and Catherine Lee! Congratulations to all the winners! Thanks to everyone who stopped by to leave a comment. I gave away 14 books plus the gift card - whoo, that was fun! I sure love the chance to win-hope you did, too.

Be sure to check out the other big contest I'm sponsoring right now...especially if you've ALREADY read Continental Divide! Continental Divide Facebook Fan Page

We have a fabulous prize for 3 lucky winners, but we're going to make you work for it... To enter you must do both:

1. 'Like' the page
2. Post on the page and tell us something you liked about the book...are you team Jamie or team Remy? Have a favorite scene? Something you want to see in Oceans Apart?

And what's a contest without fantabulous prizes?

We have three (yup 3!) great prizes, for three winners. We'll go in order, the first name drawn selects 1st, second name drawn selects 2nd, and the third name drawn gets the final prize. Not to worry...you're going to love them.

1- Receive a T-shirt or Tote of the winner's choice from our very own Danny Johns' Teez Me Shop - shipped directly to your door.
1- Receive a $25 gift certificate from All Romance eBooks
1- You get to name a character in Oceans Apart AND receive an advanced copy (be a beta reader) at least one week before the public release date.

Okay, those are the rules, the fabulous prizes, winners to be announced on Sunday, April 21. Now, get reading and get posting!

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Cleaning Up the Weekend (NSFW Excerpt)


It's been a nice, long Easter weekend here - lot's of Opening Day MLB action with my Diamondbacks,  giving away books on the blog, and of course, some writing, too.

I've got three more copies of Continental Divide to give away today, PLUS the grand prize of the complete set of the Three's Allowed series and $10 Gift Card. Don't forget to leave your name and email...and if you need to substitute because you already have CD...just let me know!

So what do you need to do after busy work like that? Clean, up, of course.Here's a scene that many Continental Divide readers have picked as a favorite:


The Shower Excerpt:

In the end, he’d decided he would have to take care of this himself. The last thing he needed was to get picked up for lewd and lascivious. Wouldn’t that phone call be interesting? Uh, Inspector, I could use a little help here. He snorted. Yeah, he could use a little help, all right. Maybe he’d find a club tonight and grab a twink to take to the back room. A short blond, with brown eyes and thin lips. God, anything but tall, dark, and fuck-me-stupid.

Remy stripped quickly, eyed the tub, but settled for the glass enclosed shower stall. He gathered his shampoo, soap, and the all-important lube, and after adjusting the temperature, stepped inside. He washed quickly, preferring to get business out of the way before pleasure, although this little bit of pleasure was practically going to be all-business. Christ, he didn't remember being this horny in his life. Just the thought of that shit-eating grin Jamie gave him when he'd realized they were gonna share that fuckin' bed…Or the way his green eyes glittered out from under that mop of black hair? He'd almost shot his load right there.

Once every trace of the old lady smell had been replaced by the spicy-man-soap, he leaned back against the tile and let the spray wash over him. Absently, he ran his hand over his furred chest while he conjured up the image of his future twink. Definitely had to be a blond and preferably American. There was no room for a black-haired Brit in his fantasies. He pinched a nipple, adding a twist, nice and hard, just as he liked it. He bit back a moan as his other hand drifted lower to skim lightly over the trail of hair that ran from his navel to the thick patch at the base of his cock. He reached back to tug at his balls, to slow things down a bit.

He poured some lube into his palm and with one foot propped against the opposite wall of the shower, he massaged slick over his dick and balls. He was wound too tight already. Fuck, he needed a man. He wrapped his fist around his cock and with long, slow strokes, his hand began the dance.

Eyes closed, he drew his fantasy blond to mind, nothing but a nameless tool. He pictured pushing him to his knees, imagined soft lips, a slippery tongue, deep, hard thrusts to the back of a willing throat. Then the image shifted and he was holding that eager mouth in place with fingers twisted in long strands of silky black hair as he pumped faster. A moan escaped as his balls drew up tight. With his eyes still closed, he imagined watching his lover's perfectly shaped lips stretch wide around his cock, as he opened his throat and took him all the way down. Black hair streamed back from the chiseled face as the spray from the shower left glistening drops of water running over the creamy skin. Familiar eyes looked up, as his imaginary lover swallowed around his cock and the tingle at the base of his spine seemed to suddenly shoot straight out the head of his dick.

His propped foot hit the floor in order to keep his balance and he gentled his stroke. The load he shot would have drowned a real man. With a final pulse, his body let go of the stress that had been building ever since Jamie had walked into his hotel room. Fuck. Jamie. Somewhere along the way, his fantasy had shifted to the man who even now waited in the other room. To his sultry mouth, sculpted face, and eyes that seemed to see straight through him.

With a sigh of relief that it had only been a fantasy and Jamie would never know, Remy opened his eyes and found a steamy green gaze watching him through the glass shower door. At the look of hunger on the other man’s face, Remy milked his cock with a few more stokes. Then he rinsed his hands, never looking away from the other man.


Continental Divide by Lisa Worrall and L.E. Harner

The Blurb:

Detective Remington frickin’ hates the missing persons detail, but a cold fury builds in the pit of his stomach when he realizes that over the past three months six boys have disappeared from the smaller communities that surround the greater Phoenix area. All reported to be runaways looking to escape their shitty lives, but Remy’s starting to put together a different picture and he doesn’t like it one damn bit.

Inspector Jamie Mainwaring stares at the six reports, willing them to make sense. Six boys, six months, all from just outside of London, which meant six different investigations. All of the boys were between the ages of ten and fifteen, all purportedly runaways from dysfunctional families. Something was rotten in Denmark.

There are always runaways. Every small town loses them—every big city collects them. Kids look for freedom and discover they have more to lose than they ever thought possible. London and Phoenix, culture and cowboys, nothing linking these two sprawling metropolitan areas. Nothing except a hit on a computer data search.

Two cops, one a cowboy, the other a Lord. A secret government agency, human trafficking, and a blazing hot mutual distraction.

What the hell have Remington and Mainwaring gotten themselves into?





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Saturday, April 7, 2012

Sexy Saturday Snippets: First Kisses

And Now for Something Completely Different

I thought we'd celebrate Saturday with a couple of sexy snippets from three different books and then give a couple of books away at the end of the day...so here we go with today's rules. Read the three excerpts, and then leave me a comment with your name, email, and which book you'd like to have if your name is selected. We'll go with three winners today...

Highland Shift (Highland Destiny, Book 1)

Elena MacFarland wonders what everyone else knows about her new farm that she doesn't, and whether she'll live long enough to find out. Betrayed by her fiancé and the powerful Worthington family, Elena fights back and negotiates a comfortable settlement with one small caveat: she must live in Scotland for two years. One kidnapping and two attempts on her life later, the darkly arrogant Scot, Faolan MacGailtry declares himself her new protector and moves into her farmhouse. Major problem? He was present at all three incidents. Elena decides to follow the adage to keep her friends close and enemies closer--but which is he? One by one, Elena uncovers Faolan's darkest secrets: his Druid heritage, his connection to her past, and finally, the deadly curse that is powerful enough to destroy them both.


The Excerpt:

Elena was physically exhausted from the travel and emotionally drained from the humiliation of her story. After talking for what seemed like hours, she’d certainly told Faolan enough to make a personal connection. Would that be enough for him to let her go? Elena kept her eyes on the road, but she sensed his gaze on her. They didn’t speak again except for his terse directions once they arrived in Inverness. 

Elena tried to sort through her muddled thoughts. Somewhere along the way, she’d forgotten to think of him as a kidnapper. After all, he now knew more about her than anyone else in Scotland. More than anyone, anywhere, really. When she saw the Hilton right in front of them, she realized he’d seen her safely to her destination. She pulled to the curb, but Faolan stared into the rain, his expression unfathomable. 

She watched her traitorous hand as it reached up to gently touch his face, “Are you okay?” The moment Elena touched his face, a bolt of electricity shot up her arm and coursed through her body, straight to her core. Her breath caught in her throat, and her gaze lingered on his firm, luscious lips. If he kissed her she knew she’d be lost forever. At that thought, Elena’s lips parted and she unconsciously wet them with the tip of her tongue, an invitation as old as the ages. 

Faolan turned to face her, a fierce, haunted look in his eyes. Then his expression changed to something hungrier and need seemed to smolder between them. “Elena,” he whispered hoarsely. Then his mouth was on hers, and she thought no more. 

His kiss was gentle. He reached to cup her face in both of his hands, caressing her cheek with his thumbs. Her mouth parted on an exclamation of surprise, and his tongue darted past her lips as he deepened the kiss. Faolan loosened her hair, and her raven curls spilled down her back. Threading his fingers through the silken strands, his kiss turned urgent as he pulled her even closer, and the console pressed into her side.

He kissed her with such suddenness that her brain was ten steps behind her body. His tongue thrust in, then retreated, gliding in an intimate rhythm. Elena leaned toward Faolan, getting as close as possible to his broad, warm chest and moaned softly into his mouth. Her fingers splayed across his stomach, and she slid her hands over his powerful muscles that rippled under her touch. 

Elena’s body sparked to life, heedless of the circumstances that brought them together. A reckless abandon fueled her kisses. She laced her fingers behind his neck and pulled him closer. He groaned, and Elena felt the heady power of a woman who knows she’s desired. She was being devoured and had no will to stop him. His kisses claimed her, and she wanted him to keep kissing her until her last breath. 

Breathing heavily, he pulled back slightly and nibbled on Elena’s lower lip before running kisses along her jaw to her neck. With his face buried in her hair, he whispered her name once more, “Elena.” 

Then he pulled away from the embrace, opened the door, and walked away without a backward glance. Faolan disappeared into the mist as though he were nothing more than a figment of her imagination.

Rescued: Three's Allowed


Elizabeth Ashford tries to escape her wife-beating husband before he kills her, by running into the wilderness near a highway rest area. Michael Enwright is a self-made millionaire and expert in high tech security. At the first rest stop of his long overdue sabbatical, he sees the fleeing woman and intervenes, saving Elizabeth’s life, while nearly losing his own.

When Michael’s help is misinterpreted, he ends up handcuffed and face down in the dirt before Elizabeth can set Sheriff Graeme Kennedy, her former lover, straight. In order to protect Lizzie, Graeme is forced to work with Michael and brings both of them to his cabin for protection.

Now Graeme finally has Elizabeth under his roof, right where he’s always wanted her. So why is he jacking off to visions of the drop dead gorgeous and take-charge Michael? Some things never change.

The Excerpt:

Graeme looked at him with his big dark eyes and Michael found himself staring into them, getting lost for the longest of minutes. With a jerk he broke the eye contact and turned his head away. 

Strong fingers grabbed his arm. “Don’t turn away from me, Michael. Please.” 

That one word stopped him, and he turned back to face Graeme. “What do you want from me, Graeme?” he said, his voice a harsh whisper in the night. 

Graeme stood, cupped his face, then tilted it up slightly, as if he were memorizing every feature. Then he slowly lowered his mouth. 

Michael knew this would be no mere brush of the lips. He should pull away. This wasn’t him; he didn’t kiss men. If he let this happen it would change who he thought he was. He needed to stop it. God help him, he needed it. 

He raised his mouth and met Graeme’s kiss, lips closed, and eyes wide open. 

Graeme’s eyes closed, and he hummed faintly in a sigh. Michael started to pull back, but Graeme kept his face cradled and rubbed his lips gently, and the kiss spun out. Firm lips giving gentle kisses and the scratch of beard where there’d never been roughness before. 

Michael had a moment of clarity, and he wondered what in the hell he was doing. Then Graeme pulled back, ran a tongue over Michael’s lips. 

“Open for me, Michael,” he said, breath a whisper against his mouth. 

As if compelled, Michael’s mouth relaxed, and Graeme thrust his tongue inside. Their tongues met in a clash of wills, hungry to taste each other. Michael could taste Elizabeth there as well. His mind felt far away, no room for thought, only room for feeling, only room for this kiss. Graeme’s arms wound around his waist, and slid up his back, to wind into his hair. 

A groan of desire rent the night, Graeme’s or his own, he no longer knew. He sucked on Graeme’s tongue, pulling him deeper into the kiss. Graeme plundered, seeking, giving. Finally, Graeme pulled back and, with a small moan in the back of his throat, he began to nibble and nip at Michael’s lips.

Christ! He pushed away from Graeme, breathing hard, unsure where to look. He’d felt the telltale wetness on his stomach from one of their cocks and realized he’d been pressed intimately against Graeme. The thoughts swirled in his mind, a confused tangle, with no beginning, no end. I’m naked, I kissed him, I’m fucking hard as stone. 



Ty Hard (Willow Spring Ranch, Book 1)


Tyler has used Don't Ask, Don't Tell as a shield against the truth since he was seventeen. Now, Ty finds himself cut loose from his Navy career after months of rehab from a debilitating head injury. At a loss as to what to do with his life, he travels to Willow Springs Ranch in Arizona to visit his surrogate father, only to arrive minutes after his oldest friend's death. Ty must come to terms with the loss while he fights to keep the PTSD from pulling him under. The last thing he's ready to think about is his growing attraction for another man.

Rancher Cass Cartwright's relationships never last more than a few hours, and that's just the way he likes it. Now he's in danger of doing the one thing he swore never to do: fall in love. Can Cass convince Ty to let go of his past or will sabotage at the ranch kill their love before it has a chance to grow?

The Excerpt:

Ty had found his bag near the bedroom door and dressed in the dark, moving quietly while taking inventory of how he felt. He’d been so sick yesterday afternoon, he knew there was no way they’d had sex, but why was the cowboy in bed with him? He’d watched the handsome face for a long minute and fisted his hands against an urge to stroke Cass’ strong brow, so relaxed in sleep. What would it be like to wake every morning in the arms of a man you loved? 

“Feeling better?” The deep voice slammed into him, startling Ty from his thoughts and making him jump. He turned from the pile of sliced mushrooms and lost his breath in a woosh. 

Cass stood in the arched doorway, wearing only a pair of faded jeans that fit like a second skin. He was all long, wiry muscle, classic washboard abs, and a trail of dark brown hair that led straight to the single open button at the waistband of his jeans. 

“Uhm, yeah,” Ty managed and then tore his gaze away from the feast in front of him. “Thanks for uhm…everything.” 

“Hmm…What are you doing?” Cass asked sleepily. 

“Making breakfast. I figured what with Gibby…” his voice trailed off, and tears filled his eyes. He turned back to the cutting board so Cass wouldn’t see his weakness. 

“It’s okay to cry, Tyler. I’m going to miss him, too,” Cass said, then strong arms wrapped around his waist from behind. 

Ty stiffened. Damn, what was wrong with him? Cass was just trying to be nice and offer comfort in their shared grief. To his shame, he felt his dick harden. There wasn’t much room to maneuver away, since he was already standing close to the counter. He took half a step forward, to try to put a little space between them. 

Cass moved with him, pulling him even closer, and he could feel the press of all that bare skin through the thin layer of his tee shirt. They stood that way for several long heartbeats and Tyler closed his eyes and imagined taking the comfort of that embrace to another level. Something gentle brushed across his hair and he allowed himself the fantasy of accepting a lover’s comfort. 

With his eyes closed, savoring the moment, he almost didn’t realize the strong fingers that tilted his head to the side were real. Then lips brushed lightly against his neck, his cheek, and finally, soft as a whisper, against his lips. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ty said angrily and pushed himself away from Cass. 

Stepping back, Cass looked at him appraisingly for a minute. Then he licked his lips and with a slow, wicked smile, he said, “Tasting you.” 

“Well, stop it,” Ty said, but there was no heat behind his words. 

“My mistake,” Cass grinned, not looking the least bit sorry.



There you have it... 3 very different first kisses.

This isn't a vote, although feel free to share your favorite kiss among these or any other first kiss you'd like to share :)

Be sure to leave your name,  email, and which book you'd like if you're one of the  winners. 

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Friday, April 6, 2012

Easter Blog Hop and Prizes!!

Welcome to the Easter Weekend and the giant Easter Blog Hop Giveaway!

I love having family and friends gather for a holiday meal or s special event. And look! Here you are, gathering at my place for the holiday weekend.


This weekend, hundreds of prizes are available through the Blog Hop...and not just the prizes listed on the main page. Many of the authors have additional give-aways and daily prizes.



Make sure to leave a comment to enter the giveaway here at Penis Envy. What's the big prize on my site you ask? Four books plus a $10 Gift Card for All Romance eBooks!

That's right, the entire Three's Allowed Series: Whiteout, Rescued, Salvation and next month's new release, Redemption.

Extra prize, just for today!

Today, as an additional incentive...I'm giving away a copy of Continental Divide, the best-selling new release from Lisa Worrall and LE Harner (HEY-that's me!) All you have to do to enter is leave a comment for your chance to win. (Yes, you may substitute a different book, if you already have CD). 


The Blurb:


Detective Remington frickin’ hates the missing persons detail, but a cold fury builds in the pit of his stomach when he realizes that over the past three months six boys have disappeared from the smaller communities that surround the greater Phoenix area. All reported to be runaways looking to escape their shitty lives, but Remy’s starting to put together a different picture and he doesn’t like it one damn bit.

Inspector Jamie Mainwaring stares at the six reports, willing them to make sense. Six boys, six months, all from just outside of London, which meant six different investigations. All of the boys were between the ages of ten and fifteen, all purportedly runaways from dysfunctional families. Something was rotten in Denmark.

There are always runaways. Every small town loses them—every big city collects them. Kids look for freedom and discover they have more to lose than they ever thought possible. London and Phoenix, culture and cowboys, nothing linking these two sprawling metropolitan areas. Nothing except a hit on a computer data search.

Two cops, one a cowboy, the other a Lord. A secret government agency, human trafficking, and a blazing hot mutual distraction.

What the hell have Remington and Mainwaring gotten themselves into?


Excerpt from Chapter Two

Remy gave the mirror a swipe with the spare towel and took a good look. Running a comb through his freshly cut brown hair, he thought briefly about searching for stray grays mixed in with the brown, then gave himself a snort. What the fuck did he care if he had a gray hair or two? At thirty-seven and in his line of work, he was lucky to still be alive. He turned his side to the mirror to catch sight of the latest scar, a long pink pucker that creased his left side. Seven months ago, a bullet had nearly cost him a kidney and was the reason Oswald had been able to get away with reassigning him to Missing Persons. It was just one scar of many, and he knew it would fade with time.

He rubbed his jaw and decided one more day of growth wasn’t going to make a difference. The tired eyes would be enough to scare any sane person away, and it wasn’t as if he was here to impress anyone. Hell, the only thing he wanted to impress was a hot mouth on the other side of a glory hole. And it had better be soon because it had been a while since he’d taken even that release. He blew out a breath and wondered if he had time for a little stress relief. A quick look at the counter revealed lavender-scented hand lotion to match the soap. With a defeated sigh, he made a mental note to pick up lube and condoms later.

The tap on the door reminded him he was here for a reason. Without hesitation, Remy grabbed his gun from its spot on top of the bureau, and moved to stand just to the side of the door. A quick peek through the small hole gave him a fish-eye view of a dark sleeve and a hand holding an identification card. Remy opened the door with a quick jerk and used his gun to gesture the other man inside.

“Let me see it.” He held out his hand for the credentials. With one hand on his weapon and the other reaching for the small leather folder, Remy was fully aware that left him with no hands to hold up his towel. Some things couldn’t be helped.

* * *
“Who the hell are you?” Jamie asked incredulously, not expecting to find himself staring down the barrel of a gun. Regardless of the gorgeous hunk of man-flesh at the other end of it. Rephrase that, the naked gorgeous hunk of man-flesh at the other end of it, as the man's loosely secured towel slipped to the floor. His gaze traveled slowly over the man’s ruggedly handsome face and down the muscled planes of his torso. Pausing longer than was perhaps polite on the long thick length of the man’s cock laying heavy against his thigh, he tried not to lick his lips as he continued down the muscled legs to the bare feet poking from beneath the dropped towel on the floor. Maybe a little homespun and unrefined for Jamie's tastes, but undeniably gorgeous all the same. “Well, I feel slightly over-dressed,” he drawled sarcastically. “If I'd known it was going to be a slumber party, I'd have packed my jammies."

“James Manwearing?” Remy questioned glancing from the ID to Jamie and back again.

Suddenly the man-flesh looked less edible as eyebrows rose high under the shaggy brown hair falling in deep brown eyes. Jamie grabbed his black wallet from the stranger’s fingers and shoved it into his jacket pocket. “It’s pronounced Mannering,” he snapped. “I’d ask to see your badge, but I don't think you can show me anything I haven't already seen.”

Jamie strode across the room to pull back the flimsy curtain and peer out into the street. Good God, what a dump! He had no idea dives such as this one even still existed in a city as affluent as London. What had good-looking done to deserve this? More to the point, what had he done to deserve this?

One minute he’s sitting at his desk, going over the latest reports with one of his team and the next he’s being dragged into the Chief Inspector’s office and told to clear his calendar and report to this address. There had been no explanation, just the steely glare of his superior and a sticky-note slapped into his palm. Jamie had worked for the man long enough to know that all he could do was follow orders and hope there was an explanation waiting for him when he arrived.

What he hadn’t been expecting was a naked man-mountain to open the door and stick a gun in his face. Turning to the man who, thankfully, had shoved some jeans and a shirt on, Jamie put his hands on his hips. “Okay, who are you and what the hell am I doing here?”

“Name’s Remington and I was gonna ask you the same thing, Detective Man-wearing.”




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