Claire Jones never dreamed the fantasies she’d been having about the young guy next door would ever become reality but after a push from her best friend and one encounter involving dirty laundry she’s getting more reality than one woman should be allowed. But with reality comes emotion and Claire finds herself falling deeper and deeper under Ryan’s spell.

Ryan Doherty wants in Claire’s pants but he soon discovers hot sex isn’t all he’s after. She makes him happy in a way nothing and no one else ever has and if he has to use their amazing chemistry to stay in her life he will. Because having more of Claire isn’t an option. It’s the only choice.

Can Ryan and Claire bridge the age gap to find the love of a life time or will what others think destroy the best thing either of them has ever found?

Title: ALL OF YOU
Author: Rhian Cahill
Series: Only You, book 1
Genre: Erotic Romance, Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing
Year of release: 2011, September 26
Format: eBook
Source: Bought via Noble Romance eBookstore

First line:
Claire Jones stared at her best friend of almost forty years and wondered when Jane had lost her mind.

Memorable Scenes:
- Ryan's self-pleasuring in the bathroom after running into Claire at the parking lot > urgent and hot!
- Claire and Ryan's first night > I needed something to cool me down...
- the scene in Ryan's courtyard after their first dinner together > I swear, like Cari Quin, RC is trying to kill me from spontaneous combustion with scenes like these

Claire Jones is a confident 41 year-old professional business woman who is has this little bit of insecurity luring within her that gives her an air of vulnerability. She’s also an over-thinker who analyzes stuff to death sometimes.

Ryan Doherty is a 29 year-old self-assured builder who owns a construction company with his brother. Ryan is giving, open, and dynamic. He is also very talkative in the bedroom and sexy as heck. Another candidate for my 2011 favorite heroes-list

The romance between Ryan and Claire starts out as an explosive but purely physical attraction and lust and this was noticeable in the first part of the book through the abundance of sex scenes. Ryan and Claire couldn’t keep their hands of each other so that made for a lot of steamy scenes. However gradually the instant lust turned into a more emotional bond and as a reader I followed the gradual transformation of lust to love.

The make-out and sex scenes Rhian Cahill writes are indescribably excellent. They're raw, explicit and in this book they have this urgency to them that gave them that little extra zing I encounter only in a few of my favorite erotic romance authors' writing. And Ryan's dirty talk was the icing on the cake and the cherry on top all rolled into one! But beware, if you don't like body parts bluntly called by their names, this book might not be for you as Rhian Cahill does not embellish, rephrase or use euphemisms. She doesn't mince matters and I love her for it.

ALL FOR YOU is very character and romance-driven. There is no side-plot or other stuff going on other than the development of the relationship between Claire and Ryan. This was also apparent in the few secondary characters the story had. There was Jane, Claire’s best friend and Brett, Ryan’s brother. I really loved the bond and banter between Claire and her best friend Jane and between Ryan and his older brother Brett. Because through those interactions you get to know them much better and it offered a nice neutralizing balance to the scorching urgent heat crackling between Claire and Ryan, adding depth to their characterization.

Oh and a nasty receptionist at the company where Claire works. Can’t remember her name and don’t want to bother looking it up because as I said, she was nasty…but also crucial to the conflict between Ryan and Claire so she deserves a mention, even if it’s a nameless one.

I loved how Rhian Cahill handled Claire's doubts and insecurities about the age difference and having a relationship with Ryan. She made didn't take the easy way out for them and created a believable conflict that was solved in an equally believable way. Other than the first few moments it wasn’t something that Claire kept on about during the story even if it formed the root for the conflict.

It's been a while since I read a Rhian Cahill book and reading ALL OF YOU made me realize how much I missed her awesome writing. She has the uncanny ability to pull me completely into her books with writing that's utterly captivating and explicitly hot with a capital H.

If you like carnal, red-hot erotic romance within the cougar trope with likable a likeable and easy to relate to heroine and a hero who will make you melt into a puddle of heat with his dirty talk, look no further because ALL OF YOU has all that and then some!

Favorite Quotes:
The air left her lungs and her words caught in her throat. The glistening flesh of a god-like, bare male chest numbed her mind and turned her body into a quivering vessel of need.

No. She'd kept contact with Ryan to a minimum. Usually because she found it hard to string a sentence together with the way he had her body exploding to life whenever he got close. Oh, who was she kidding? Just thinking about him sent her nerve endings into a frenzied bunch of sex-craving knots.

The woman had him tied in knots. She hardly gave him the time of day, but all she had to do was breathe in his direction and his dick was raring to go, his body pounding with a need that consumed his every thought. It had taken weeks for him to build up the nerve to say hello to her. But after he'd spoken those first words, Ryan started to go out of his way to run into her.

A yearning, raw and fevered, roared through Claire like a flash fire, consuming her—overwhelming her. The moans and whimpers she made were foreign to her ears, and she could only describe them as animalistic.

He was covered in sweat, and his limbs shook like a new baby foul's. Cramps stabbed his thighs, but he wasn't ready to stand yet. Any sudden movement could set off the bomb currently ticking between his legs.

"Better than good. Better than any fantasy I've ever dreamed up. The man knows what he's doing, and isn't afraid to do it." (Claire to Jane about Ryan)

"No worries, Ryan. I know how crabby you get when you aren't getting any."
Brett grinned and ducked as Ryan threw a punch at him. "Still not quick enough to get me, little brother."
[…] "Nah, just didn't want to put the old man in the hospital." Ryan grinned, the old, well-used banter between them settling his agitated nerves.
[…]"You young whippersnapper, you."
Ryan pulled free of Brett's grip and gave him a shove before stooping to pick up his headgear. "Knock it off. You're just jealous I can still pull women while they're all passing you by in favor of us younger more strapping blokes." Ryan puffed his chest out and flexed his arms.

Claire shuddered at his words. The quake vibrated through her until she thought she might collapse in a puddle of want at his feet.
"Oh, Claire I do believe we've found something that really gets you off." He leaned over her, his clothed chest resting along her back. "Want me to tell you what I'm gonna do to you?" He nipped her ear.
"Ryan." His name spilled from her lips on a plea.
He licked the shell of her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "I'm going to play with you, Claire. I'm going to use my fingers, my tongue, teeth, and I'm going to drive you wild until you scream for me."

As she rode the waves of pleasure, Claire couldn't stop the tears leaking from her eyes. It was far too late to end this easily. With one explosive climax, Ryan had shattered her soul and stolen what was left of her heart.

What’s a girl to do with two sexy Aussie surfers? Ride the waves, of course…

After weeks of lusting over a couple of hot surfers, Piper Doyle has the opportunity to turn fantasy into reality. There’s just one problem—they’re her new clients. When the men offer a no-strings-attached affair, Piper has a decision to make, one her body made for her weeks ago when she first started watching “her boys.” She can’t risk the job that could make or break her career, but she sure as hell isn’t going to pass up this chance to live out her wildest dreams…

Sam Bridges and Nate Russo share everything, from their home to their business to the occasional woman. Even themselves. But they’ve never shared what they feel for Piper. What starts out as hot sex with a willing woman turns into something none of them expected—but what’s wrong with a few strings on a hot summer day at the beach…

Warnings: This book contains graphic sexual content that some readers may find objectionable (including ménage a trois with male/male sex, anal sex)

Title: BONDI BEACH BOYS
Author: Rhian Cahill
Series: Beach Bums, Vol. 1, standalone
Genre: Erotic Romance
Publisher: Etopia Press
Year of release: 2011, May 6
Format: eBook
Source: Bought via the Etopia Press eBook-store

First line:
Piper pushed through the glass door and sucked in a blast of hot air like walking into the bowels of hell, but she wasn’t going back inside the air-conditioned interior of the café for anything.

Memorable Scenes:
-Scene in the kitchen with Piper caged between Sam and Nate > though nothing explicit happened the sexual tension was mind-blowing!
- the love scene from Piper's POV > loved this scene and Rhian Cahill owns me a new fan now ;)


Web designer Piper Doyle is a thinker and labeler, she tries to see and understand things from all angles. I really loved Piper. She was sweet, intuitive and refreshing. Though she was hesitant at first because of her lack of experience and their business agreement, she followed her gut and gave into the attraction and chemistry with her Bondi Beach boys.

The heroes are Sam Bridges and Nathan Russo, owners of S&N Construction: a construction company that turns over fixer-uppers. Sam is laidback, smooth and gentle while Nate is demanding, in control and rough. I loved the differences between Sam and Nate and how Rhian Cahill used their POVs to show them. I also enjoyed seeing them both out of sorts because of their powerful feelings for Piper. They were cute in their concern and sizzling hot in their need for her.

Many know of my love for the ménage trope but this is not a mindless love. The ménages I enjoy the most are the ones where it is not automatically assumed that because there’s heat and chemistry, a relationship will automatically work. Rhian Cahill gave me this because I loved that Piper, though extremely attracted to Sam and Nate, didn't just mindlessly fall into bed with them and questioned the idea of the three of them together.

The first love scene of this book is a quickie between Sam and Nate...it was hot but not my cuppa tea so I was anxiously waiting for Piper's contribution to the love scenes. When Piper got involved it was beyond hot and I loved it. The scene in the kitchen, when Sam and Nate were just holding her, would've made my knees go all wobbly if I hadn't read it sitting down and same goes for the other loves scenes that centered on Piper.

Honesty commands me to say that the m/m parts of the love scenes (there were only 2) didn't quite work for me because first and obviously I'm not a fan of m/m action. Secondly I found them less intense and sizzling compared to the scenes where Piper was the center of the attention. I do not kid when I say (here on the Blog or on Twitter) that I don’t mind reading m/m scenes but somewhere there has to be a female who is the focal point. For m/m sexy times to work for a little me I need more intensity and I missed that in these scenes in particular.

What can I say about Rhian Cahill's writing that I haven't in earlier reviews of her books? Uhm...nothing so I'll just repeat that I love her writing, it's enthralling and once I start reading I can't stop until I'm done with the book and then I crave more of it! There are a few authors who have the ability to mesmerize me with their words and Rhian Cahill is definitely one of them. Her descriptions of feelings, lust and need but also mundane stuff as houses and scenery are indescribably good. I've said it before and it bears repeating: she could write package leaflets for medication and I'd still gobble it up.

It's no secret I like ménage themed erotic romances. It's also no secret I am not comfortable with m/m (erotic) romance but I do have a few authors who have given me pretty nice m/m/f books and having read BONDI BEACH BOYS I can count Rhian Cahill among them now.

BONDI BEACH BOYS is another scorcher from Ms. Cahill and I loved it. Though m/f/m ménages are still my favorites I thoroughly enjoyed this m/m/f one because honestly, Rhian Cahill's writing blows me away every single time, even in tropes that are not settled in my comfort zone.

Favorite Quotes:
Together they were a sexy temptation a nun would be hard pressed to refuse.

What little air had been left in her lungs was sucked out. Standing in front of her were both her Bondi Beach Boys. From a distance, they were gorgeous. Up close they were devastating. Her body tingled and her vision had sparkly little stars dancing around. Passing out on their front step suddenly seemed a definite possibility.

Nate flashed his lady-killer smile, the one that made women drop their panties, or at least agree to whatever he’d suggested.

Her name, whispered against her ear, flowed over her. Like warm honey, it coated her skin and sent heat bursting through her veins, teasing every nerve ending. A shiver started in her curled toes and traveled up. Up, up, up, striking at sensitive places with a rush of arousal and need. Desire and want like none she’d known tore open the cage of restraint. She pressed closer, ran her hands over cloth-covered muscles that shuddered beneath her touch. An answering tremor vibrated down her spine.

She closed her eyes, struggled to hold back the moan in her throat. He stepped away, the loss of heat against her back noticeable. Piper waited, for what she didn’t know, but the very room seemed to hold its breath as her body fought the onslaught of desire that saturated every nerve ending. Drowning in her own lust, she barely heard Sam speak. Barely saw the piece of paper he placed in front of her with both his and Nate’s phone numbers on it. When he finally left the room, all the air that had backed up in her lungs exploded in a gust of desperation.

How did these two men drive her to distraction without trying? What was it about them that pulled unknown needs and wants from deep inside her? Needs and wants Piper had had no clue existed until they’d yanked them from her. Urges and desires so outside her universe she could be on an alien planet.

Logan has been in love with Meredith for as long as he can remember. Seeing her with another had been its own brand of torture, but now that she’s free, nothing can stop him from claiming what is rightfully his.

The magnetism of Logan has never been lost on Meredith, but crossing the line between friend and lover scares her, even after dumping her slimeball ex. When Logan kisses her, an attraction like she’s never known ignites, sweeping her into an affair she can’t walk away from.

As Logan fights to win her heart, Meredith wages a battle of her own. Is she willing to admit her interest stretches way beyond merely doing Logan?

Title: Doing Logan
Author: Rhian Cahill
Series: Stand Alone
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave Publishing
Year of release: 2010, November 4
Format: eBook
Source: Bought via Jasmine Jade Enterprises

First line:
Logan Foster was a man of action.

Memorable Scenes:
- from the moment Logan and Meredith are in the car via against-the-wall-by-the-door making out to the panties-ripping in the bedroom > *fans self*

Quick & Dirty-review:

Ingredients/Summary:
It's an Ellora's Cave Quickie so the blurb about covers it as far as a summary goes.

Hero:
Logan Foster

Heroine:
Meredith Wainwright

I guess I was too engrossed in the hot stuff to notice any personality traits in the main characters, because where I normally make annotations about hero and heroine while reading a book, this time I have nothing written down…nothing. Well, draw your own conclusions from that *wink*

Plot:
DOING LOGAN is a short and sweaty hot friends-to-lovers erotic romance novella.

Writing:
Engaging writing that hooks you from start to finish. And Rhian Cahill writes the sexy like no one else can. Hot, enticing, sensual and intense. Her writing is clear, very explicit and calling things by their name but never turning vulgar or crude. Rhian Cahill's sex scenes are awesome! They leave nothing to the imagination and still stay on the right side of explicitness.

Likes:
- the sex scenes. Rhian Cahill has an uncanny talent for writing fabulously intense smexing

Dislikes:
- due to the shortness of the story there's no real getting to know Logan and Meredith other than how they behave in the early stages of taking their friendship to being in a relationship.
- beating a dead dog here but: this novella is just too damn short, I wanted more Logan and Meredith.

Verdict:
Oh sweet Lord, no matter what subject or trope Rhian Cahill tackles, it's always a deliciously HOT read and DOING LOGAN is no exception. From start to finish this short read is sizzling enough to burn the pages.

Ms. Cahill, you have got yourself a fan for life, where your erotic contemporary work is concerned, I thank you for writing such amazing and hot stories that take me away for a couple of hours and make me forget my troubles.

I want more of it so publishers please don’t make me wait too long for her next erotic contemporary, okay?


LET ME SAY UPFRONT THAT I COULD'VE QUOTED THIS ENTIRE BOOK, IT HAD SO MANY SNIPPETS WORTHY OF MENTIONING so enjoy the “handful” I’ve included below…

Quotes:
If he wanted something, he went after it. Simple. Except for one thing. Meredith Wainright . Where she was concerned, his courage disappeared completely. For over twenty years she’d had him tied in knots and unable to be his usual assertive self. He’d be putty in her hands if she ever decided to touch him.

Meredith couldn’t believe they talked about the weather. She was trying to get up the courage to ask Logan inside for coffee and all that came out was “nice weather we’ve been having”. If it wouldn’t make her look more of a twit she’d slap herself upside the head.

The closer they got to her house the more tense she became. It didn’t help that the man oozed sex. From the way he moved to the way he smelled, Logan Foster projected dark forbidden pleasure.

There was no time to wonder what Logan was apologizing for. Her back hit the wall and his mouth slanted over hers. This kiss was nothing like the one in the car. Hot lashes of his tongue had her opening to him. He swept inside, touching, tasting, devouring. Wet velvet ribbons unfurled inside her and rolled out until every inch of her melted against his hard body. With lips, tongue and teeth he ate at her. Consumed her in a fiery lip-lock that incinerated all memory of previous kisses.

“The bare little-girl look does nothing for me but a well-groomed woman makes me hotter than hell."

She was gorgeous. Lush curves painted pink from exertion and satisfaction, she glowed and Logan had the sudden urge to lick every inch of her. From head to toe he wanted to feast on all that female flesh.

Razor-sharp need cut and sliced at senses already teased to their limits. With the slide of his fingers, Logan shoved her over the edge of sanity. Wanton desire ripped through her, the force shook her limbs and made her heart race at alarming speed.

The woman could tempt a saint and watching her eat was better than watching porn. She savored every mouthful, the look of bliss on her face one he recognized well. Their whole meal had been foreplay.
The way she sucked the food from her fork to the way she licked her lips between bites had his heart pounding and blood racing. He’d shifted so many times in his seat it was a wonder he hadn’t worn a hole in it.

Their mouths were a breath apart but he didn’t touch her. If they kissed now he’d lose it completely and take what his body screamed was his.

One night in Bangkok is all it takes to turn Beth Martin's future plans upside down. After being betrayed by her fiancé the last thing she needs is another man screwing up her life.

But Tom is different. He makes her feel sensations long forgotten, makes her want in ways best left unspoken. Can she live out her wildest fantasies in one decadent night? And when it's over, can she walk away, or will what she doesn't want prove to be what she needs?

Title: ONE NIGHT IN BANGKOK
Author: Rhian Cahill
Series: Passport to Passion Collection
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing
Year of release: 2009, May? ---I know I talked with the author on Twitter about the release date but can't remember and didn't write it down anywhere for some obscure reason, or I did and can't find it anymore *headdesk*---
Format: eBook, 28 pages
Source: Gracefully offered to me by author when I wasn’t able to buy it from publisher

First line:
Sweat oozed from every pore, pooled and then dripped between Beth's breasts, the slide of moisture a warm caress, like a lover's tongue.

Memorable Scenes:
- Dinner scene > foreplay from start to finish, HOT!

Quick & Dirty-review:

Hero:
His name is Tom and that’s all I can tell you without spoiling the story.

Heroine:
Beth Martin. A capable and professional woman who has a passionate side to her that’s waiting to be sparked by the right man. She’s decided she won't be dictated by others any longer and wants to take life head-on and on her terms. That’s exactly what she does on her last night in Bangkok.

Plot:
A one night stand in Bangkok leads to a HEA with a nice twist at the end

Writing:
Rhian Cahill's writing is simply mesmerizing. The way she describes sexual chemistry and arousal is amazing. It's so vivid and sensual I can actually feel the zing and sparks coming of the pages. She's one of the very few authors whose descriptions I love to read as they are anything but page fillers and they almost form a character of their own in the books I've read by her.

Likes:
- writing, sex scenes and premise

Dislikes:
- minor one: missed Tom's POV though at the end I understood why the story was told almost exclusively from Beth's POV.

Verdict:
Rhian Cahill did it again. She seduced me with another incredibly hot and well-written novella that just sizzled of the pages. I can't wait to read her next erotic contemporary book! Bear in mind that I am being this enthusiastic about a 28-page story…Me! The reader who always complains about novellas being too short but in this case it was so deliciously written I can’t even fathom complaining about length.

Quotes:
Lost in the thrill of what he was doing to her hand—and in a domino effect,
her entire body—Beth feared she would agree to anything he suggested as
long as he didn’t stop.
“Have dinner with me.” He spoke against her skin and his breath puffed over the moisture left by his tongue. It cooled and heated at the same time as sparks of fire shot through her hand and up her arm leaving a trail of tingling starbursts in their wake.

“Dinner?” She moved out of the way to let the server pass and Tom closed the distance between them, crowding her against the wall.
“Yes, dinner,” he whispered into her ear.
“But I thought—”
“What? That I would strip you naked and take you against this wall the minute you walked in?” His warm, moist breath sent shockwaves of lust down her neck. He bit her earlobe lightly. “Make no mistake, Beth, I will have you. But I’m a civilized man. I invited you to dinner and I will feed you dinner.”

A whimper of anguish slipped past her lips before she could stop it. Want and desire laced every note, conveying her arousal, her need, her desperation to have him touch her.

Carly Simmons has lusted after her boss for six months. Throwing caution to the wind while on a business trip in Singapore, she suggests a fling. When Saxon takes her up on her offer, Carly gets far more than the conservative businessman she’s expecting.
Saxon Grant is definitely up for a weekend of red-hot sex, but once he gets his hands on Carly he knows a couple of days will never be enough. Months of wanting her explode into a weekend of tangled sheets and twisted emotions.

And after one wild weekend, these two hearts will never be the same.

Title: SINGAPORE FLING
Author: Rhian Cahill
Series: Passport to Passion Collection
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing
Year of release: 2009, August 31
Format: eBook, 44 pages
Source: I won this book at the Down Under Divas Blog

First line:
“See anything you like?”

Memorable Scenes:
- All the sex scenes: against hotel room door, floor, bed, bathtub and bed but especially the one in the elevator…
- Bathtub sponge bath scene > I was in lust with Saxon before this scene, but after it, I was in love

Sometimes you find treasures of books where you least expect it. When I was told I won choice of a book by any of the contributing authors of the Down Under Divas Blog because I was the first commenter, I had a choice to make. Anyone who knows me, knows I don’t make choices easily. Just ask my hubby to tell you what a pain I am in restaurants…on second thought…don’t…

Back to the subject, I had an author and then a book to choose. As I already had all the books I wanted from Jess Dee and Lexxie Couper this left me with Rhian Cahill and Sami Lee to choose from. I checked their backlists and found books I’d love to read. My pick ultimately was Rhian Cahill’s SINGAPORE FLING and the only reason for that was that it was from a publisher that didn’t accept Paypal payments so credit card-less me couldn’t buy it from them and the Sami Lee book was from a publisher I should get bulk-discount from, as many ebooks as I buy with them monthly LOL *cough*Samhain*cough*

When I received the book, I transferred it to my iPhone and there it sat for a while, until I needed a quick new –to-me-author e-read and thought of the won book. I started the first page and within moments I’d already marked more quotes than I have ever done for entire full-length books (talking 300+ pages here!) and this is a 44-page novella. I started gushing and gushing on Twitter and couldn’t stop reading.

There’s a quote in the book that sums up exactly how I feel about this book:
There were no more words. Just love and lust, and everything in between.
YES!

Now if you are still with me I will start an actual review, I can imagine some people have fled because there hasn’t been any actual reviewing yet, but I had to get this off my chest in order to be able to be coherent…

The hero of SINGAPORE FLING shot straight to the top of my favorite heroes list. And that was not because Saxon Grant was intelligent, confident and had a strong work ethic. No! It was solely because he was the BEST dirty talking hero I read in 2010. He had me from the moment he opened his mouth: Commanding, growling and utterly sexy!

Carly Simmons, the heroine was great too. She’s a straight shooter who speaks her mind and she witty and smart. Yet, however great Carly was, it was overshadowed by my lust for Saxon. He absolutely stole the show for me. But I’m also realistic enough to realize that without Carly, Saxon wouldn’t have been the great hero he was. And now I’ll stop about Saxon. I dislike it when reviewers make the review all about gushing over the hero so I must practice what I preach.

I originally intended to write a Quick and Dirty review for SINGAPORE FLING and in the QnD-reviews I have a few points that I write something about while reading. One of them is “plot” When writing this review I checked my review notes for this book and this is what I said about the plot: “Plot? Who needs a plot!” So that settles reviewing the plot part of the book. Let’s move on.

The only reason I'm not giving this novella the perfect read stamp is because the high it started and ended on, lost a bit of it's strength in the middle part and I wanted that promised desk smexing scene and yet again didn't get it. SINGAPORE FLING was the second book in a row I’d read where desk smexing was hinted at but author didn’t come through on it and if there’s one reason why I adore the co-workers/boss-employee trope it’s for the desk play. So I’m going to be a spoiled brat and deduct half a point for not giving me my desk smex ;)

Now let’s talk about the writing, because a drool-worthy hero is good and all, but that alone still does not make a gush-worthy book. My first encounter with Rhian Cahill’s work left me mesmerized. To me her writing is imaginative, vivid moving, intense and hot. The writing style is magical, gripping and takes you into the mind and vision of her characters. I had the impression I could feel their compelling lust. The way she writes she could make describing watching paint dry exciting and lust-inspiring, so I will most definitely be reading much more of her work and may even venture into her paranormal stuff, even though contemporary romance is higher on my favorites list.

Rhian Cahill set the pages on fire from the very start and never let up. I loved this hot and sweet little novella. There's hot, there's smokin’ hot and then there's SINGAPORE FLING, a character-driven, hot number that takes you beyond smokin’ hot with scorching lust and urgent desire, delivered by an awesomely talented writer.

As with a book I reviewed recently I’m not able to cut the quotes down to 2 or 3 and don’t have the time for a Quotes-Post at the moment so I’m leaving all the quotes I initially marked for my fellow romance-readers’ enjoyment. And I dare you not to go out and get this book the moment you finish reading them (if you haven’t got the book already, that is).

Quotes:
He was a tall drink of mouthwatering delight she'd had her eye on for a while now.

She had to stop thinking about jumping Saxon Grant. The man would never go for her if she came off as a trashy nympho.

Carly was going to love teaching the man all about down and dirty. But first she had to play it cool, be subtle.

He had a bedroom voice, a little rough, a little naughty.

"Good. I'd hate to think this was a bad habit you have." He watched her closely before adding, "I'd have to punish you if it was."
Her eyes widened and her tummy lurched. "Punish?"
"Oh yeah. I'd turn you over my knee and spank that sexy ass of yours."

Oh, she might think she fooled everyone with those conservative business suits of hers, and most people were fooled, but he hadn't been duped. She was made for sex. Hot, sweaty sex.

Slamming his mouth to hers, he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and bit into the tender flesh. Her gasp of surprise allowed him access to the dark warmth his tongue sought to claim. All the months of holding back, waiting to take her, exploded into the kiss. He dominated, ravished and took without apology. Every corner, every recess became his.

The sounds tripping past her lips drove him further into the carnal hunger to
take, possess. Purrs, whimpers, murmurs, the hitch of breath when he found a
sensitive spot, all dragged him into the inferno of raging lust that consumed them both. He couldn’t wait. He had to have her now. How he tore himself away from her he’d never know, but he did. He yanked his wallet from his back pocket, fumbled for the condom he kept inside.
“Strip,” he ordered.
He tossed his wallet over his shoulder and ripped the foil packet open with his teeth while undoing his jeans.

She’d trusted him with her pleasure and given him more than he’d ever asked for by doing so. He’d taken her like an animal, demanded she give him everything and without pause she had. Never before had a woman been so generous. So trusting. She was a treasure to be looked after, to be cherished and he wanted to be the man who took care of her. And wasn’t he off to a good start? He’d torn the clothes from her body and rutted on her like a wild beast. Saxon closed his eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat. Damn. He'd be lucky if she didn't quit her job and run for her life when she finally came around.

She couldn't even drum up the energy to worry about how wanton she'd behaved, or how he'd been nothing like she expected. The man had rocked more than her world. He'd shifted the whole damn universe on her. And right now she didn't care. She'd be happy for him to do it all over again.

She almost purred at his light touch, the tingle of desire sparking to life as his fingers grazed the side of her breast.

If she could think straight she'd end it now. Cut the cord before it attached too firmly, before it entwined so fully with her soul she'd never get untangled.

When this weekend was over he'd either get everything he never knew he wanted or he'd be left with a bleeding heart and broken soul.