Be Naughty and Love It!

ROFL, no, not me! A wonderful writer I know by the name of Dakota Cassidy has a brand new book out today called Accidentally Dead. Here’s a wee blurb:

It’s a lousy first day on the job for Nina Blackman when a patient, loopy from the anesthesia, bites her. At least he was cute. But for real drama she can’t beat the next evening. Nina wakes up with a set of razor-sharp fangs, bionic vision, supersonic hearing, and a taste for blood. But there’s a good explanation: It’s her patient, Long Island vampire Greg Statleon. Actually they’re perfect for each other—if Nina’s willing to commit to one man for eternity.

For those of you familiar with DC’s “Accidental” series, I’m sure you can’t wait for Nina’s story. For those of you that are new to the series and/or DC let me say this: if you like lively characters and witty dialogue splashed with a generous spill of comedy and lust, you can’t miss with a Dakota Cassidy book!

LOL, looks like “Viva Los Regalos: Cocked Dice” will debut tomorrow instead of next week. I probably had the days all mixed up! Anyway, I’ve put a link to the book page on the cover, so you can click there to get to the book at Changeling Press.

Here’s a sneak peek, just for you blog readers. R rated excerpt :D!

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“You like an easy piece of ass.”

His hand landed hard on her ass and Amy cried out, a sound caught between a screech and a scream. “Shut up, Amy, before you really piss me off.”

Enraged, Amy balled her hands into fists. She was in an unwieldy position, but there was no damn way she’d let him get away with spanking her. She lifted her fists, aiming for his kidneys, when an odd thought struck her. Opening her right hand, she slammed the palm against the taut ridge of his left ass cheek. Hard.

Vince stumbled and Amy smiled with feral pleasure. “Don’t spank me again, Vince.”

His palm slapped against her bottom in retort. A little harder than before, hard enough to really sting. Amy gasped as intense waves of desire vibrated outward from the impact point, over the wet lips of her sex, up her spine, and back down to her pussy. Trying to ignore the tight ball of need burning hot and strong in her belly, and a little unnerved by the intensely sexual sensations radiating outward from her bottom, she decided two could play at this game. Amy opened her other fist and slapped Vincent’s ass again.

She didn’t miss his harsh groan or the tightening of his arms around her thighs. While her desire grew less out of the pain of the smacks but from her already heightened state of sexual arousal, she knew Vince’s reaction was all about the spanking.

When his large palm landed on her backside again, the direction of their jaunt was clear. They didn’t say a word as Vince continued to haul her toward the Dusty Star. The steady sound of flesh meeting cloth-covered bottoms was the conversation. She shivered as her pussy grew wetter, but she returned his volley nonetheless.

Vince reciprocated with a muffled groan. Amy moaned and returned the favor. Over and over. Halfway between The Luxy Lady and the Dusty Star, Vince stopped and literally beat her ass, landing blow after blow, until Amy was on the verge of bawling from pure sexual frustration. One glancing caress over her pussy and she’d burst apart.

“Vincent!” She screamed his name, writhed on his shoulder. She smelled herself on the air, the erotically musky scent of feminine arousal unmistakable.

His breathing was harsh, labored. “Are you going to stop?” The words vibrated through his chest.

“No!” Amy pummeled on his backside, crying out when he slammed them into the side of a building. Her sore ass ached, throbbed, against the cool façade of stone. The cold against the fire of her skin enhanced her pain, enraged her desire, and she sobbed, caught in a web of agony and ecstasy.

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LOL, no I haven’t spelled it wrong. Margaret Riley, owner of Changeling Press, has recently added some of Changeling’s back list at All Romance e-Books. Included among them is “Pret Ops: Identity”.

In case some of you guys shop over there, I’m linking to my books page at ARe. I don’t know if M will list any more of my work, but I’ll try to remember to let you all know if more are added

Pret Ops: Identity will be available tomorrow at Changeling Press! Yippee!! Now, I’ve kept you guys waiting for an excerpt so I’ll be paying up today. Here’s a (slightly edited) excerpt! Enjoy

Pret Ops: Identity

Copyright 2008, Emma Ray Garrett

All rights reserved

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“Let’s get something to eat, John.” Cole leaned into the Cy Ops director’s office, earning a scowl from the occupant for the intrusion.

“Just bring me something back.” John Marshall motioned to the papers scattered across every inch of his desk. “I can’t leave right now.”

Cole sighed and shook his head. It looked like he was going to have to do this the hard way. “We’ve been buried here for months. We can take an hour.” Cole snatched the sheaf of papers from his friend and once lover.

“I have to get through this list of recruits.” John sat back in his chair and frowned up at Cole. “Otherwise, Rubenesso won’t be able to make the calls and get the last batch here by Monday.”

“Bullshit. Stas’ll make sure they’re here on time. Stop fucking worryin’ and let’s go eat.” Cole stepped around the desk and grabbed John’s upper arm, hauling the taller, heavier-muscled man from the chair as if he weighed nothing. One of the benefits of being an Ursudine — the other man’s superior bulk didn’t mean much.

“Ouch!” Cole jerked his scorched hand away, rubbing the sore palm. He shot John a scowl of his own. Okay, so maybe John had a couple of advantages.

“I didn’t burn you that bad, wimp.” The big man looked down at the seared remains of the right sleeve of his shirt. He grumbled and pulled open the bottom drawer of his desk, producing a new shirt.

Cole moved back so his friend could change his clothes, trying to ignore his dry mouth and the stirring behind his fly. John’s effect on his libido hadn’t changed one bit in all the years they’d known each other. From day one, the power and unabashed masculinity of the other man made Cole shift his stance, or cover a rising erection, more often than he cared to admit.

John caught him looking and grinned, familiar heat warming his dark green eyes.

It’ll be out soon, YIPPEE! So please excuse this bit of shameless self promotion

Pret Ops: Identity

After thirty years on the job, Lucia Malholland’s retiring. She loves the Corp but even a Selkie’s biological clock gets to ticking. Lucia’s ready to find the man of her dreams. Problem is, there’s a man stalking her whose dreams are about to put Lucia’s in jeopardy.

After building the newest branch of the Corp, Cyber Operations, John and Cole Marshall are ready for a real test of their new unit’s skills. Being called in to track down a stalker turned murderer targeting one of their own sounds right up Cy Ops’ alley.

All the danger isn’t from cyberspace, as Cole finds out when he meets Lucia for the first time. He’s torn between eating her and… eating her. Not good. Add to that John’s insistence they renew their prior intimate relationship - and suddenly finding a homicidal human suitor, bent on ripping Lucia’s pelt and magic from her, doesn’t seem quite so difficult.

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I am so, so happy with this final book in the Pret Ops series. A huge fan of military fiction - be it romance or espionage - I have to say this series is exactly what I wanted it to be. Men in uniform that are more than just men, LOL, and women in uniform fighting right by their side and giving as good as they get!