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!

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?

Amazon: http://amzn.com/B007IP3VM4

All Romance eBooks http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-continentaldivide-744915-152.html

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/continental-divide-lisa-worrall/1109448488?ean=2940014271448

Don't forget to leave a comment for the grand prize tomorrow of the entire Three's Allowed Series PLUS a $10 Gift Card from All Romance eBooks.

Be sure and visit all the other great authors this weekend!

The Easter Blog Hop 

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.”

Can't wait? Here's the buy links: 

Amazon: http://amzn.com/B007IP3VM4

All Romance eBooks http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-continentaldivide-744915-152.html

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/continental-divide-lisa-worrall/1109448488?ean=2940014271448

Don't forget to leave a comment and visit all the other great authors this weekend!

The Easter Blog Hop 

Continental Divide Cover Art and Blurb!

Coming March 9th from 

Hot Corner Press!

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?

Doesn't that sound delicious? Writing this book with Lisa has been a delight. She is everything I look for in a writer, funny, sexy, and smooth. I have to work three times as hard to write my bits-I swear!

The best part is, I don't even have to feel sad that writing this book is coming to an end...

Just wait until you see what the guys have planned for Book Two, Oceans Apart...

CONTEST

Want to win a copy plus a $12.50 gift card from ARe? There are 2 steps to enter...Become a "follower" of this blog AND leave a comment between now and March 8. That's it. At 6:00 pm on 3/8, I'll announce the winner!