A Few Updates and Slide Is Up For Pre-Order

There are only a few more contemporary re-releases left to come back out this year. None of the M/M re-releases will be out, but I’m hoping to revise them for next year.

There are also a few, older titles I’ll be making available for free once I revise them and I’ll keep you apprised of them here.

I know there are a lot of you waiting for the Artic Shift re-release to come out, along with some new paranormals and those will hopefully start coming out in the Fall.

For now, though… if you haven’t read Slide (formerly Slide Down On Me), please pre-order now! It’ll be on your Kindles on April 20th.

~lissa

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Small town mechanic and tattooed, bad boy Travis keeps his profile low, his needs satisfied, and his business running smoothly. He doesn’t cause trouble and he certainly doesn’t want any, only, as luck would have it, fallen from grace heiress Arabella Drake owes him money.

Bella and Travis’ situation requires a creative solution, one Travis is bold enough to propose. It won’t satisfy her debt to him, but it will satisfy his long-held wish to have Bella naked, writhing, and sliding down on every inch of him.

Author’s Note: Slide was originally published as Slide Down on Me with Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc. It has been lightly revised.

 

 

 

 

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Temptation Tuesday – The Billionaire’s Heiress

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I placed a kiss on her shoulder and pushed inside her. She was still tight, still wet from the all night sex – in every position on every available surface – marathon. Dawn was just breaking the sky.

I’d taken one look at her last night in the restaurant bar and made an instant, insane decision. I’d already been stood up by my business partner and didn’t feel like going home batting zero for a thousand.

No, I’d wanted the woman standing nearest the door, looking for all the world like she was ready to bolt. And I’d gotten her. Money could do a lot of things and where one day I was just another geeky four-eyed nerd in a lab, the next I was rolling in so much green I could had a different woman knocking on my door every evening.

Nothing about her said one night, though. Nothing about her said me. Instead, everything about her said please and right now and delicious.

I’d read her right.

But I might have gotten it all wrong, too. I wouldn’t think about that now. Now was all about her slick heat grasping and clinging to me, sucking me in, pulling at me. Now was all about her straining beneath me, and her bound hands tugging at the headboard.

You can pre-order The Billionaire’s Heiress now from Amazon. The official release date is April 26th…

~lissa

Snippet Saturday – Try A Little Tenderness

snippetsaturdayAfter the events this week in both Boston and Texas, we all need a little tenderness. With the events in the world in general, tenderness is something every man, woman, child, and animal could use. A hug, a kind word, a smile… It’s not too much and it’s not hard.

In my contemporary erotic romance, Keep It Together, our hero Colt, offers tender concern for Chrissie after she’s been left at the altar…

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The sunshine streaming in through the windows seemed a little out of place to Chrissie’s way of thinking. It should be dark and overcast with thunder rumbling in the distance. That would fit her mood better than birds chirping and clear skies and bright sunlight.

There shouldn’t be someone knocking on the door either. It was only fuck-you-o’clock in the morning. Didn’t whoever it was know she’d been jilted at the altar? ’Cause her whole damn hometown of Pembroke, Georgia, a mere thirty miles to the west of Savannah, had been invited and had been there to witness her humiliation when her groom decided not to show up.

She fumbled with the locks, and for good scare-the-shit-out-of-her-unwanted-guest measure, grabbed up her brand-new rifle, and threw open the front door. She barely stopped it from banging against the wall and shattering the leaded glass front. “Damn it’s cold out here,” she muttered, shielding her eyes from the early morning light.

“Good morning, Chrissie.”

Her visitor was in shadow, and she had to move to the left a little to get a better look at him, though she’d have known that voice anywhere. It was deep and warm, smooth like molasses. The first time she heard it, and each time after, her brain had latched on and committed it to memory. It flowed and caressed and wrapped her in comfort.

Colt Fisher was the last person she’d expected to show up at her door. And that little thrill spreading through her at the fact that he was there? It was inappropriate, and for the moment, she was going to chalk it up to the whiskey still affecting her. “Colt? Do you know what time it is? What the hell are you doing here? How’d you know where to find me? I’m mad at you.”

He nodded. There wasn’t a hint of his usual easy smile on his way-too-perfect lips, and she felt bad about her outburst. She— Wait. Too perfect lips? Why was she looking at his lips anyway? That little thrill was growing.

“Yeah. I do know what time it is, and I apologize for waking you so early. I‘m on my way to the airport and… Well, I was concerned for you. I dropped by your parents’ house in Pembroke last night to talk to you, and they said you’d come back here to Savannah. I didn’t even know you lived here. It was important to me to see you and make sure you were all right. When you left the church yesterday, you looked…I don’t know, brittle I guess. And yes, I know you’re mad at me. You have every right to be.”

What the hell was she supposed to say to that? “My place is a bit far from the airport,” she remarked, touched that he would go out of his way like that for her. They had almost been family, and standing there on her porch, she realized they hadn’t known each other as well as they should have for the commitment she’d almost made to his brother.

And now Colt was being agreeable and kind and sweet and she was being a pill. She lowered the rifle to rest against her hip, and smiled a little at the way his gaze followed the move. “Don’t worry. I’m not planning to shoot you.”

Colt nodded and his blue eyes once again met hers. “I suppose you were thinking I might be Russ.”

“I won’t say it didn’t cross my mind.”

He nodded again. “When Russ didn’t show up at my hotel Friday night for the bachelor party and didn’t return my calls…” He shook his head and turned the cowboy hat he held by the brim in a circle between his fingers. “I honestly thought he was just out with guys from his law firm and blowing off what he thought would have been a boring way to spend his last night as a single man. I figured he’d show up yesterday morning at his place with a hangover, and that’d be it. I never imagined he wouldn’t show up at all. I am so sorry.”

Chrissie was stunned at the apology. Colt was a nice man and obviously cared deeply for the people in his life, even those on the edges and those he never need see again. “Crap,” she groaned and stomped her foot. “How am I supposed to stay mad at you now? You just ruined it with kindness.” She sneered for a split second and gave a huge sigh. “Apology accepted, but honestly, it’s not your place to apologize for your brother.” She didn’t like seeing him feeling bad for something that was not at all his fault.

“All part of my charm, I suppose. If it’s all the same to you though, I’d rather you not be mad at me because Russ was stupid.”

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I don’t generally add buy links to snippets, but with this being a new release and all… It is available at Amazon, All Romance eBooks, and Loose Id

Now, after you procure yourself a copy of the book 😉 please take a few minutes and read through the following blogs for more tenderness snippets:

Shelli Stevens
Caris Roane
Eliza Gayle
McKenna Jeffries
Shiloh Walker
Taige Crenshaw
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
TJ Michaels
Lissa Matthews
Myla Jackson
Lauren Dane
Jody Wallace
Leah Braemel
Mandy M. Roth
Felicity Heaton

~lissa

Let’s Talk: Coffee and Giveaway!

We haven’t talked about coffee in ages. Yes, I know this is MY fault, but y’all could help out once in a while and prompt me. You know, I’m not adverse to a good spanking or flogging or… I mean, hop on my Twitter, or Facebook, my email, or hell even here on the blog somewhere and say ‘Hey Lissa! Why no coffee talk lately?’ Or some such similar conversation starter… I’ll respond. Promise.

So, I’m still in love with the Keurig. In. Love. I didn’t take it on vacation with me to the mountains, because my mom was here taking care of all my animals and she’s in love with the Keurig as well and though I had to be pried away from it with a crowbar, I did manage to leave it here for her to enjoy. I took my trusty French press to the cabin with me and was perfectly fine happy and content with it. I still love that incredibly strong, silky coffee it gives me…

My current favorite Keurig flavors are the Kona blend (I want someone to put 100% Kona in a K-cup. Well, other than me, that is. But it’s not a hassle really and I don’t mind. Just sayin’…) and Gloria Jean’s Butter Toffee. OH. MY. GOD! I don’t even have to drink this one. I just punch the hole in the top and sniff it all day. It’s really sweet. It’s very caramel smelling. It’s a medium roast and I tend toward the darker roasts, but… damn, it is good. I will often brew a cup of Kona and brew a lighter/medium coffee in the same cup… It works for me!

I have also found Organic Valley French Vanilla Half and Half. Add this to one cup of the Kona blend and Ahhhhh… Yum! It’s sweet and it’s the only thing I need to add… I can only find it in one store here in Charlotte, and that’s at Earth Fare, but it is well worth it.

Then, there’s the normal coffee. You know, the kind you buy in the bag from the store or the coffee shop. And yes, I do still do this too, cause, well… It’s coffee and I can. But, a friend of mine told me I needed…NEEDED…to try Kaladi Bros. Coffee. They’re based in Alaska. Who knew? Okay, those in the Pacific Northwest obviously knew, but over here on the East Coast? Yeah, I’d never heard of them. I looked through their available coffees, found there was nowhere over here in my corner of the country that I could find it, and had to resort to asking him for a recommendation. He said I should try Trieste Cafe

The description says “A symphony in the mouth. Great as a straight espresso blend, or perfect for brewing.” I nodded, added it to my virtual cart, and now it’s on it’s way from Alaska to North Carolina. I can’t wait!

As I was sitting here writing this post, I decided it was time for us to have a giveaway. I mean, I have a new story out and you know? There’s not one mention of coffee in it. Anywhere. Not that I remember anyway.

But, I haven’t given away a book in a long time. I haven’t give away coffee in a long time either. And sooooooooooooo… Let’s do both!

Leave a comment.

Tell me what your favorite Keurig flavor is and I need the specific name (Tully’s Kona blend, Gloria Jeans Butter Toffee, Coffee People whatever…). Even if you use yours for tea or cocoa, leave a comment telling me that and your flavor choice.

If you do not have a Keurig, tell me what coffee, tea, or cocoa you usually buy. Brand. Flavor, Etc…

And then there’s the story, Masked. I’ll pick three readers to receive a free eBook copy.

Bobby tells himself the mask he’s been wearing all month is just part of the Halloween theme of Abyss, the alternative lifestyle club he frequents. But it’s not the truth. He’s in lust. He’s in the closet. And, he’s ready to come out. The only problem is, the man he’s interested in is a friend. A straight friend.

Thor knows he’s being watched. What he can’t figure out is why?  Every weekend, the man in the black mask has been watching as Thor has flogged, paddled, and whipped submissive after submissive at his play station at Abyss. The man’s heated and unwavering gaze arouses Thor’s curiosity. Is the man a stalker? A jealous dominant or boyfriend? Thor isn’t sure, but decides it’s time to find out.

As he approaches, something in the eyes of the masked man strikes Thor as familiar, but before he can question further, the man reveals exactly what he wants. A spanking. Bare-handed. In private. From Thor.

Secret identities and hidden desires unfold between a seemingly straight Dominant and the submissive harboring a deep, long-held onto lust in Masked.

(This is a male/male erotic spanking story… if you do not wish to be considered for a copy because you don’t like male/male or spanking or both or whatever, please say so in the comments when you leave your coffee, tea, or cocoa preference. It is certainly not my intent to offend any of my readers or visitors.)

Coffee will be given to two readers. Masked will be given to three. And everyone is eligible for both! Any questions?

I’ll give y’all until…Friday at 6pm EST. At 7pm I’ll start emailing winners! Oh and yes please, please, PLEASE make sure to leave your email address when you comment!

Have an awesome day!

~lissa