Wednesday, April 23, 2014

NOW AVAILABLE -- Tackling Her Heart (Football Fantasies,3)

Tackling Her Heart is the final story in the Football Fantasies series with Twisted Erotica.  My hero was a little darker for this one -- he had a penchant for spanking and could be a little bit of an asshole -- but I loved him all the same.

Hopefully you will, too.

Punished and benched after he paid a little needed retribution on a teammate, Marc Anders goes into self-exile at a Tahitian resort. He needed to get away from the media circus his life was about to become. But the ringleader of that circus, ex–lingerie model turned sports reporter, Sofia Figueroa, follows him trying to get her scoop.

Sofia nearly destroyed Marc's brother's career with a slanderous mistake, one she's apologized for repeatedly. Now she's on the hunt to write another piece on the Anders' clan, and Marc will do anything to stop her, even if it comes down to seducing her and making Sofia his mistress.

Cool and controlled, they don't call him The Iceman for nothing. Yet Sofia heats his blood and threatens to make him melt. Knowing he needs to hold on to the reins, his brand of control comes with cuffs and paddles, and he has more than one reason to punish his lover.

Can he hold on to his control and not let his own dark needs overshadow hers?

Warning: light bondage, spanking, flogging, and anal play

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Excerpt:
 
“Where do you want to begin?” she asked after turning on her recorder, her pen at the ready.

Marc leaned over and turned off her recorder. “We haven’t discussed price yet.”

What was he playing at? “What is your price, then?”

Marc drained his glass and leaned forward to deposit it on the coffee table. “I want a kiss for every answer. My choice of when and where the kiss occurs, and what type of kiss. And the questions are limited to this incident. Everything else is off limits.”

Kisses? He was toying with her. She closed her notebook and threw it into her bag along with her recorder before standing. “Have a nice evening, Mr. Anders.”

“Would kissing me be so terrible?”

She stopped midway to the door, not able to face him. Of course kissing him wouldn’t be terrible. Sofia had dreamed of doing it over and over again, but she wasn’t going to be forced into subjecting herself to his whims for the sake of a story. That wasn’t the kind of reporter she was.

“Well, would it?”

Sofia jumped. He had spoken right into her ear, sneaking up close without her realizing he’d even moved. She turned around to face him, wondering if he’d spot the lie or not. “I don’t want to kiss you.”

“Liar,” he said, a wicked smile on his lips. Her gaze was attracted to those lips, wondering what they’d feel like against her own. “You want me to kiss you even now.”

Sofia narrowed her eyes and glared at him. “I won’t kiss you to get a story.”

Marc stepped slightly closer, their bodies a hairsbreadth apart. She could feel the heat of him against her, warming her. His lips hovered inches from hers and looked so inviting.

“But you do want me to kiss you.”

It was a statement of fact, not a question. And he was right. “No, I don’t,” she declared, even as she felt herself tilting closer to him. Her lips parted, and she wet them nervously.

He leaned down slightly, his mouth closing in on hers. She released a slight sigh and closed her eyes, ready for him to kiss her senseless.

And she waited.

The kiss never came.

She opened her eyes and stared up at him. Marc was still close, but had backed off some. He watched her intently, observing her every emotion. Sofia felt as if he was reading her like a book.

“I always thought you were the type of woman to reach out and grab what she wanted,” he said lowly, his voice laden with innuendo.

“I am. I haven’t let anyone get in the way of something I wanted.”


Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Coming 4/23/14 -- Tackling Her Heart

I'm putting the finishing touches on the third book in the Football Fantasies series -- Tackling Her Heart.

It's scheduled for release April 23rd!!

Maggie's brother Marc Anders (aka the player who takes down Jennings' nemesis at the end of book 2) gets himself embroiled in drama after the events on the field take place.

Punished and benched for six games, he goes into self-exile to get away from the media circus.  But the ringleader follows him, trying to get a scoop for her story.

This book will be a little darker than the first two.  Rhett and Jennings were sweet country boys, but city boy Marc has a much darker side.

Cool and controlled, they don't call him The Iceman for nothing.  His emotional reaction on the field opens a sore that only reestablishing his tightly held restraint will fix.  His brand of control comes with cuffs and paddles, and he has more than one reason to punish his lover.

Sofia Figueroa nearly destroyed Marc's brother's career with a slanderous mistake, one she's apologized for.  Now that she's on the hunt to write another piece on the Anders' clan, Marc will do anything to stop her, even if it comes down to seducing her and making her his mistress.

Un-edited Excerpt:

Marc dug into his pocket and pulled out a key card.  “I brought you up for privacy.  I’m not going to argue in the hall.”  He spun and walked away from her.
Sofia watched him retreat, wondering why the hell she’d agreed to come up to his room.  His bullshit tale about finding a private place for the interview was as transparent as the nightie she wore to bed.  After a deep breath, she followed him, knowing she’d do anything for the story.  She headed to the end of the hall where he stood beside the door, staring at her, waiting for her to join him.  One foot in front of the other, she padded down the thickly carpeted hallway, the normal clicking of her heels swallowed up.  It was if she wasn’t there at all, the volume turned down so low all she could hear was the beating of her own heart and the sound of the air rushing in and out of her lungs.
When she arrived before him, he silently opened the door and stood back to let her in.  She turned and entered, the room black.  He crossed the threshold behind her, the thick door closing with a heavy click that made her jump.  Enclosed in the darkened space with him, the hairs on the back of her neck rose and she wondered what he’d do next.  Her body thrummed, goose bumps skittering over her skin as she anticipated a stroke of his hand, the brush of his lips.
Neither came and she silently admonished herself as she recognized she wanted him to do those things, even if it would threaten her journalistic integrity.  The minute he put a finger on her, she should back down from the story.  Should.  She wouldn’t, even if he did, only because she was greedy.
Not greedy for the money, or the attention the story would get.
Sofia hungered for time with him.  His presence alone inflamed her like no one she’d ever met.  The magnetic attraction she felt toward him was life-altering and something she couldn’t simply walk away from.
He flipped a switch, light invading the darkness.  Sofia narrowed her lids slightly to grow accustomed and then turned to look at the room.  It wasn’t just a room, but a suite—a full living room, with a settee and two Queen Anne chairs on either end, surrounding a marble coffee table sat nearest her.  That helped her relax a little.  They’d conduct the interview here, where it felt more appropriate.
When she lifted her gaze she could see into the bedroom where a large four-postered bed was turned back and ready for whomever would slip under the luxurious covers.  Did Marc sleep naked?  Would he slide into those silky looking sheets, his skin bare, his muscled body slowly relaxing as he drifted off to sleep?
Or was his intentions as she assumed?  Would he be drawing her into those sheets with him with the intention of having his wicked way with her?  Her pulse jumped, sweat breaking out along the back of her neck.



Sunday, March 30, 2014

What's in the Works?




Just a head's up for all those curious as to what's going on in Alexandraville.


April will see the release of the next title in my Football Fantasies Series.  Maggie's brother winked at me when writing Catching the Pass, so I had to open the door and let him through.  Titled Tackling Her Heart look for it April 23rd.



I'm currently working on Crave, which is slated for a May release.  I'm keeping this one close to my chest -- for now.  As it gets closer, I'll be opening the doors and letting you all see inside.

I've also got a fairy tale in the works.  It's been sittting half-done for a while now,
but I've had the feeling the need to dust it off and take a peek to see where it needs to go.

Lastly, I've got a secret story coming out June 1st.  It's a short included in a collection with a lot of awesome authors -- but it is a single title you can purchase alone, or you can snap up as many of the stories as you want.  I'm not allowed to discuss more as of yet, but come May, there will be a big reveal!



Hope you're all doing well and spring has finally sprung where you life.  Not sure if Mother Nature is sure it is actually spring yet, but we can certainly hope!

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

Catching the Pass - Now Available!


Catching the Pass is the next installment in the Football Fantasies series.  If you read Sacking the Quarterback and wanted to read Jennings' story, then here it is!

Jennings Ashby had played football since peewee leagues in elementary school, but a college knee injury shattered his dreams of the NFL—until his sister found a new surgery that would give him a chance at reaching for that dream once again. Almost thirty and not having touched a football in nearly a decade, he has a lot of hard work ahead of him if he wants a chance at the big show.

Maggie Anders is one of the best rehab therapists around. She’s tapped to work with Jennings and agrees to come live in his Dixon, Texas home to administer the intensive training and therapy he needs—especially since it’ll get her away from the drama her NFL fiancĂ© has created in her life. Running away is much easier than facing the man she wasn’t really sure she wanted to marry in the first place. She swears off athletes for good. Then she meets Jennings and she has to rethink that vow.

Jennings knows he wants Maggie from the moment she knocks on his door, but he needs to focus on getting ready for the tryout his friend Rhett obtains for him more than he needs to focus on getting Maggie into his bed—no matter how tempting the latter sounds.

BUY HERE

Excerpt

Jennings was a gentleman. If his mother and father knew what was going on in his head, they’d kick his ass up and down the rural highway that separated their houses, because he was feeling anything but gentlemanly in Maggie’s presence.

The floorboards creaked in his old farmhouse as she approached the stairs. He lost the ability to breathe as he watched Maggie descend.

She was wearing a little black dress, her hair unbound for the first time in his presence. Curling waves of chestnut hair spread around her shoulders. Jennings wanted to draw his fingers through the strands as he kissed those full lips of hers senseless. As she approached, he was fairly sure she wore little to no makeup. She was beautiful enough without it, and he was glad to see her nearly natural.

But that was the way she was.

There was no artifice about her. In his experience, women like her were high maintenance and fake. Not Maggie. What you saw was what you got—a beautiful ball of nervous energy who sometimes talked too much. Luckily he loved the lyrical sound of her voice, and even if she talked too much, it all sounded good to him.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she smiled. “Do I look okay for this little honky tonk?”

You look too good for that little honky tonk. “You look fine.”

“Fine? I was hoping for a little better than fine,” she said, obviously fishing a little for a compliment.

Jennings wasn’t sure if he should let her hook him. If he opened up, the truth would come spilling out. “You look … good.”

Maggie frowned and lifted a foot to adjust the black heels on her feet. They added at least five inches to her nearly six-foot height and brought her closer to kissing distance. Kissing distance? He needed to get thoughts like that out of his head.

Her scent hit him then. A perfume she’d never worn before mingled with her own fragrance and made him clench his fists to prevent him from grabbing her then and there. Jennings wanted to nuzzle against her neck, just under her ear, and inhale the smell deep in his lungs, all while pulling her close against his hard body.

Instead he opened the door for her and let her pass, that perfume tickling his nose as she sauntered past.

And saunter she did. Those heels made her body sway in an alluring way. Her perfect, round ass tempted him as she walked to his truck ahead of him. Jennings opened the door for her and helped her up, the touch of her fingers on his electrifying.

Inside his truck it was worse. He was trapped inside with her so close, yet so far away, her smell taunting him. Jennings began to count the county mile markers, trying to avoid thinking about her and how much he wanted to touch her.

He’d seen her legs in running shorts, but somehow it was different with her in a dress, those fuck me heels doing incredible things to her calves. Jennings wanted to trace the curves of her body, starting at those calves.

Maggie crossed her legs as he watched. He lifted his gaze to the road and had to correct his path as he was nearing the edge of the road.

A month now she’d entranced him, pulling him into her web. Tonight she was going for the kill. She’d seduced him without ever trying, her feminine wiles calling to the male in him.

“So how far is this place we’re going?” she asked, the pitch to her voice a little higher than normal. Did she sense how desperately he wanted her?

Jennings let his heartbeat calm a little before answering. “Not far.”

“And you said they don’t dance at all there?”

“No. It depends on the band,” he answered.

“Will there be a lot of people?” she asked, the beginning of another of her rounds of twenty questions.

“We’ll have to wait ‘til we get there and see.”

Maggie was quiet a moment. “Getting information out of you is like pulling teeth, I swear. It’s exhausting.”

Jennings grinned inwardly. “You ask, I answer.”

“With as little detail as possible,” she responded. “I had figured you would’ve opened up a little more by now.”

He shrugged, knowing he couldn’t open up to her, unless he was ready to see where it would land them.

Monday, March 10, 2014

I Suck@Secrets, My Next Project, and Sacking on Sale

So, I'm working on this project ... that I can't talk about yet.

I'm that one person you DON'T tell about a secret.  Not that I won't keep it -- I am very good at being someone's ear.  But when you tell me a big, exciting secret, it starts to manifest inside me and makes me feel like I will explode.

And I can't make an announcement until May.

Freaking MAY!!

Sigh.

I'll expire by then, I'm sure.

But there's big news to come ... I wish I could tell you more!  And yes, it DOES involve a story of mine that will be coming in June.  The MS is just about done, I just need to let it rest and go back to it with an editing eye sometime soon.

That's all I can say for now.

ANYWAY...

Now that this project is complete, I'm trying to decide which of my upcoming projects to jump on next.  Crave has been on the agenda for a couple of months now and I'd already started writing it when the muse struck hard with Sacking the Quarterback.  I set the story aside and went on to also write Catching the Pass, which is a followup to Sacking the QB.

Catching has helped spawn another story -- Tackling Her Heart.  But I really think I need to go back and finish up Crave and get it out before tackling Tackling (hehe).

Everything is such a guessing game as to what's the right project sometimes.

OH YEAH -- COVER REVEAL!!  Just realized this is the first time I've posted the Tackling cover :)  So, there you go.

Just wait until you see the one for Crave! Hawt.  For days.





Also -- big news!  My pub has put Sacking the Quarterback on sale through the month of March for only 99¢ at All Romance E-books and Bookstrand.  So if you haven't had a chance to pick it up, now's a great time.

I seriously love this story and it came to me in a flash as football season was coming to an end (poor timing, for sure!)





Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Catching the Pass - OUT TODAY!


Jennings Ashby had played football since peewee leagues in elementary school, but a college knee injury shattered his dreams of the NFL—until his sister found a new surgery that would give him a chance at reaching for that dream once again. Almost thirty and not having touched a football in nearly a decade, he has a lot of hard work ahead of him if he wants a chance at the big show. 

Maggie Anders is one of the best rehab therapists around. She’s tapped to work with Jennings and agrees to come live in his Dixon, Texas home to administer the intensive training and therapy he needs—especially since it’ll get her away from the drama her NFL fiancĂ© has created in her life. Running away is much easier than facing the man she wasn’t really sure she wanted to marry in the first place. She swears off athletes for good. Then she meets Jennings and she has to rethink that vow. 

Jennings knows he wants Maggie from the moment she knocks on his door, but he needs to focus on getting ready for the tryout his friend Rhett obtains for him more than he needs to focus on getting Maggie into his bed—no matter how tempting the latter sounds. 


BUY HERE


Excerpt
Jennings was a gentleman. If his mother and father knew what was going on in his head, they’d kick his ass up and down the rural highway that separated their houses, because he was feeling anything but gentlemanly in Maggie’s presence.

The floorboards creaked in his old farmhouse as she approached the stairs. He lost the ability to breathe as he watched Maggie descend. 

She was wearing a little black dress, her hair unbound for the first time in his presence. Curling waves of chestnut hair spread around her shoulders. Jennings wanted to draw his fingers through the strands as he kissed those full lips of hers senseless. As she approached, he was fairly sure she wore little to no makeup. She was beautiful enough without it, and he was glad to see her nearly natural. 

But that was the way she was. 

There was no artifice about her. In his experience, women like her were high maintenance and fake. Not Maggie. What you saw was what you got—a beautiful ball of nervous energy who sometimes talked too much. Luckily he loved the lyrical sound of her voice, and even if she talked too much, it all sounded good to him.

When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she smiled. “Do I look okay for this little honky tonk?”

You look too good for that little honky tonk. “You look fine.”

“Fine? I was hoping for a little better than fine,” she said, obviously fishing a little for a compliment. 

Jennings wasn’t sure if he should let her hook him. If he opened up, the truth would come spilling out. “You look … good.”

Maggie frowned and lifted a foot to adjust the black heels on her feet. They added at least five inches to her nearly six-foot height and brought her closer to kissing distance. Kissing distance? He needed to get thoughts like that out of his head.

Her scent hit him then. A perfume she’d never worn before mingled with her own fragrance and made him clench his fists to prevent him from grabbing her then and there. Jennings wanted to nuzzle against her neck, just under her ear, and inhale the smell deep in his lungs, all while pulling her close against his hard body.

Instead he opened the door for her and let her pass, that perfume tickling his nose as she sauntered past.

And saunter she did. Those heels made her body sway in an alluring way. Her perfect, round ass tempted him as she walked to his truck ahead of him. Jennings opened the door for her and helped her up, the touch of her fingers on his electrifying.

Inside his truck it was worse. He was trapped inside with her so close, yet so far away, her smell taunting him. Jennings began to count the county mile markers, trying to avoid thinking about her and how much he wanted to touch her. 

He’d seen her legs in running shorts, but somehow it was different with her in a dress, those fuck me heels doing incredible things to her calves. Jennings wanted to trace the curves of her body, starting at those calves.

Maggie crossed her legs as he watched. He lifted his gaze to the road and had to correct his path as he was nearing the edge of the road.

A month now she’d entranced him, pulling him into her web. Tonight she was going for the kill. She’d seduced him without ever trying, her feminine wiles calling to the male in him.

“So how far is this place we’re going?” she asked, the pitch to her voice a little higher than normal. Did she sense how desperately he wanted her?

Jennings let his heartbeat calm a little before answering. “Not far.”

“And you said they don’t dance at all there?”

“No. It depends on the band,” he answered.

“Will there be a lot of people?” she asked, the beginning of another of her rounds of twenty questions.

“We’ll have to wait ‘til we get there and see.”

Maggie was quiet a moment. “Getting information out of you is like pulling teeth, I swear. It’s exhausting.”

Jennings grinned inwardly. “You ask, I answer.”

“With as little detail as possible,” she responded. “I had figured you would’ve opened up a little more by now.”

He shrugged, knowing he couldn’t open up to her, unless he was ready to see where it would land them.

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Coming March 5 - Catching the Pass

Hi all -- just an update on Jennings' story.  He and his girl Maggie will be coming the first Wednesday in March.  He screamed so loudly in Sacking the Quarterback that I just couldn't ignore him.  And after getting several emails and messages telling me you guys thought the same way, I figured why not?  Sacking the QB was supposed to be a single title/stand alone after an idea popped in my head but has developed into more.

Anywho... here's a little UNEDITED excerpt to wet your whistle...

Catching the Pass
by Alexandra O'Hurley
©2014

There was no artifice about her.  In his experience, women like her were high maintenance and fake.  Not Maggie.  What you saw was what you got—a beautiful ball of nervous energy who sometimes talked too much.  Luckily he loved the lyrical sound of her voice, and even if she talked too much, it all sounded good to him.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she smiled.  “Do I look okay for this little honky tonk?”
You look too good for that little honky tonk.  “You look fine.”
“Fine?  I was hoping for a little better than fine,” she said, obviously fishing a little for a compliment. 
Jennings wasn't sure if he should let her hook him.  If he opened up, the truth would come spilling out.  “You look … good.”
Maggie frowned and lifted a foot to adjust the black heels on her feet.  They added at least five inches to her nearly six foot height and brought her closer to kissing distance.  Kissing distance?  He needed to get thoughts like that out of his head.
Her scent hit them then.  A perfume she’d never worn before mingled with her own fragrance and made him clench his fists to prevent him from grabbing her then and there.  Jennings wanted to nuzzle against her neck, just under her ear, and inhale the smell deep in his lungs, all while pulling her close against his hard body.
Instead he opened the door for her and let her pass, that perfume tickling his nose as she sauntered past.
And sauntered she did.  Those heels made her body sway in an alluring way.  Her perfect, round ass tempted him as she walked to his truck ahead of him.  Jennings opened the door for her and helped her up, the touch of her fingers on his electrifying.
Inside his truck it was worse.  He was trapped inside with her so close, yet so far away, her smell taunting him.  Jennings began to count the county mile markers, trying to avoid thinking about her and how much he wanted to touch her. 
He’d seen her legs in running shorts, but somehow it was different with her in a dress, those fuck me heels doing incredible things to her calves.  Jennings wanted to trace the curves of her body, starting at those calves.
Maggie crossed her legs as he watched.  He lifted his gaze to the road and had to correct his path as he was nearing the edge of the road.
A month now she’d entranced him, pulling him into her web.  Tonight she was going for the kill.  She’d seduced him without ever trying, her feminine wiles calling to the male in him.
“So how far is this place we’re going?” she asked, the pitch to her voice a little higher than normal.  Did she sense how desperately he wanted her?
Jennings let his heartbeat calm a little before answering.  “Not far.”
“And you said they don’t dance at all there?”
“No.  It depends on the band,” he answered.
“Will there be a lot of people,” she asked, the beginning of another of her rounds of twenty questions.
“We’ll have to wait ‘til we get there and see.”
Maggie was quiet a moment.  “Getting information out of you is like pulling teeth, I swear.  It’s exhausting.”
Jennings grinned inwardly.  “You ask, I answer.”
“With as little detail as possible,” she responded.  “I had figured you would've opened up a little more by now.”

He shrugged, knowing he couldn't open up to her, unless he was ready to see where it would land them.