Totally Bound is celebrating Valentine's Weekend with a blowout sale on some fantastic titles. There's a little something for everyone. Every genre, sub-genre and heat rating you might be looking for, as well as some of your favourite authors. From romance to ropes, from vampires to werewolves, from sweet to spicy and everything in between. Curl up with a steamy book and maybe even share it with your valentine. Often some carefully strewn together words can be the biggest turn on of all.
And I'm also excited to shout that Swap has been included in this special Valentine's Day promotion.
Swap will always be a special novel for me. It was my debut. An erotic contemporary romance. One reviewer called it 'Twisted good! Suspenseful sexy complicated family drama! Damn good sex scenes and fantasies come alive!!!' (amazon reviews) Thanks Brooke!
Here's the blurb and a little tease...
Hailey Hollinger has it all—a great husband, a fantastic career in journalism, good friends...and one hot brother—in—law that won’t stay out of her fantasies.When Hailey Hollinger was eighteen she thought her boyfriend, Brent, was the best-looking guy around. That was until he introduced her to his older brother, Mike. From that moment on she had the biggest crush on him and he became the star of all her teenage fantasies.
Hailey’s all grown up now and has been married to Brent for three years. They have great careers, a nice house—they enjoy life and each other. Everything is supposed to be perfect. Except for that pesky little infatuation with her husband’s brother has never completely gone away.
A crush, by nature and definition, is supposed to be short-lived and should diminish over time. But, unfortunately for Hailey, it hasn’t, and it is beginning to mess with what she thinks should be perfection. And if her life is so great, why does she then find herself groping her brother-in-law in the cab of his truck like some sex—starved teenager? And the biggest question yet—why is he groping her right back?
Excerpt:
We slowed our progress, as if neither one of us was in any hurry to get to the truck. I laid my head back against his shoulder.
We walked to the passenger’s side of the truck and I hit the remote on his key fob, unlocking the doors. I opened it for him.
He laughed. "I’m supposed to get the door for you."
"Oh, I thought that was just a shotgun thing, not a chivalry thing. A lady can open the door for a dude, ya know," I said with mock impatience. "Just get in."
He turned to face me and, to my surprise, he reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. "You’re really lame, ya know?" He laughed at my expense.
"And the eighties lines are alive and well. I know I’m lame, but you love me anyway," I tossed his words from earlier back at him.
His smile slipped. "Yeah. I do."
Something in his voice made every body part I owned turn liquid. In my head, I rushed to tell myself that he meant ‘like a brother’ and that he’d had a few beers, but his next words stopped my thought process cold.
"You might be the only thing I’ve ever envied about my little brother."
He moved his hand to the side of my neck and grazed my cheek with his thumb. Then his lips were there, hovering in front of mine as if he were seeking permission. My senses swam with the possibilities. I pounced, seizing what might be my only opportunity to kiss him. I didn’t hold back—he experienced the full-on, ravenous impact of years of worship and sexual fantasies that had run the gamut from sweet, innocent, eighteen-year-old’s kisses to the tantalising nocturnal fantasy that I‘d created just the night before.
I flattened my chest against his, trying to get inside his coat. He spun me around and nudged me onto the seat of the truck. I didn’t want to separate from his lips, afraid that, if we lost contact, he would call a halt to this. So I fisted my hands into his shirt and hauled him in after me, opening my legs and welcoming him towards my heat. I crabbed towards the driver’s side, hitting the steering wheel, then released his shirt long enough to grope for the tilt-steering lever and pushed the wheel up to give us a little extra room. He was not a small man. The thought shot another little thrill through my already highly sensitised body.
He reached backward with one arm, trying to close the door, but I pulled him towards me with all my strength. I wanted to get as much as I could before he put a stop to this. I knew he would. He was too nice a guy to let this happen. What did that say about me?
"Let me get the door," he said against my mouth, his breathing choppy and heavy.
I released him for long enough that he could reach behind him. The door clicked and I didn’t even have to coax him back—he was there and kissing me as I strained to get closer to him. I could feel his erection digging into my wet heat through my jeans. I rubbed my aching cunt shamelessly over his rock-hard cock. I couldn’t stop the sounds of need that kept erupting from the back of my throat. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything, and at that very moment I didn’t care about anything else. Not Brent. Not Cheryl. Not even the fact that I was probably making a fool of myself. There was one thing on my mind, and that was getting him into my body.
Of course, being my debut novel, this was my first experience with cover art, as well. And I think Emmy Ellis/Posh Gosh knocked this one out of the park. She gave my hero Mike some incredibly scrummy assets, don't you agree? I actually think this image is how I am recognized on social media.
Perfectly sculpted posterior = H K
LOL! And I'm definitely okay with that. :D Enjoy!
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Happy Valentine's Weekend!
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