Valentine's Day Blog Hop!

Ah, Valentine's Day. To prepare for the upcoming most-romantic-day-evah, I'm busy writing an opening involving a kidnapping and a fight. This poor character will be put through the wringer, but she'll find love along the way.

Hopefully, they can make it last. Time will tell.

There's nothing more that I love than a suspense tinged with romance and maybe some hot sex in there somewhere. ;) Hope y'all are enjoying the blog hop! Here's a short excerpt from The Reign of Delila, releasing March 10th. And don't forget to swing on by here to visit the other sites for the chance to win some awesome prizes!

Finn glanced down at me and smiled at my nonchalant expression. "Nothing fazes you, does it?"


"No."


His head dipped low to my ear. "Come dance with me, my love," he murmured. "I might be able to shake you up a bit." He tugged me onto the dance floor, running his long and cool fingers down my neck.


Finn pulled me against him, my back pressed to his front, and ran his hands up my sides. Smiling, I threaded my hands behind his head and leaned against him. Eyes were beginning to watch us, and I'd caught one set at the bar.


The man was young, mid twenties or so, built from years of athletics. Not a typical footballer or basketball player, though. Something different. He reclined casually against the bar, sipping from his longneck while his eyes traveled across my length. I kept my eyes locked on him, narrowing in on the meal, as my hips began a slow rhythm against Finn.


"I see you have an admirer," Finn whispered, his lips pressed against my neck. With a sharp jerk of my hip, I was facing him, pressed against his body with his thigh sliding between my legs. "I'm not sure he can handle you."


His hands slid down my back as the music changed to a sensual song. "I haven't met any who can," I replied. My head fell back as I bent from the waist on each booming beat, and his hand ran down my exposed stomach. People around us began to stop and stare. He yanked me back up, our bodies pressed so close light had no hope of penetrating between us. Weaving my hand into his hair and tugging hard, I relished in his sharp intake of breath.


"You vixen," he said with a soft laugh, and spun me out by a hand. When I twirled back in, he captured my waist and cradled my cheek. For a split second, I wondered if he might kiss me, but then I blinked and he was stepping back. "Go get your man."