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I live in South Central Texas, writing the type of novel I love to read: more erotic and edgy than the mainstream, with plenty of sweet romance mixed in. I write erotic romances exclusively for Siren Publishing, under their Everlasting imprint. My love of romantic fiction began as a teenager when my mom gave me copies of Kathleen Woodiwiss's "The Flame and the Flower" and Bertrice Small's "Skye O'Malley." To this day I'm pretty sure that was her idea of the "birds and the bees" talk.
My husband and I met in a scenario
very much like the ones I've written about. He was the alpha hero who stepped
in when this "damsel in distress" needed rescuing from a nefarious
pervert. It's no wonder I went on to write erotic romance when I had him to
inspire me. My favorite type of hero is the gentle, lovable giant but readers
will discover a variety of heroes and alphas in my novels, from nearly perfect
to very flawed. I hope readers relate to my heroines, and the challenges and
dilemmas they face head-on.
LUCY’S REVENGE
DIVINE
CREEK RANCH COLLECTION, BOOK 15
Lucy Carter is striving to succeed
as a self-employed licensed massage therapist and to bolster her flagging
self-confidence. The ménage of her fantasies, featuring her best friends, seems
to be on the back burner.
Single dad Patrick Owen has been
refined in the fires of betrayal. Now he knows exactly what he wants—Lucy
Carter—and he’s ready to claim her along his best friend.
Beekeeper Beck O’Malley’s heart has
been shattered, and he withdraws from the world until Lucy heals his heart.
He’s held the spirited woman at arm's length, until he can no longer fight his
attraction to her. Unfortunately, Beck and Lucy clash nearly as often as they
kiss, and his possessiveness sets her on edge even as she falls deeper in love
with him.
When Lucy is drawn into a
life-threatening crisis, all of their differences and struggles are brought
into perspective. But by then will it be too late?
Tucked into the western edge of the
rugged Texas Hill Country, Divine is located at the junction of Heather
Rainier's romantic imagination and her wildest fantasies. Like many small
towns, the citizens of Divine look after each other, gossip about the
rule-breakers, and are in each other's business.
Divine has been developing an inner
circle of characters involved in polyamorous love relationships, whose main
goal is to stay out of the limelight, while staying true to each other and
themselves. Judgment and moral outcry make this hard at times, but the lovers
do their best to make it worth the effort.
How does a woman inspire two or more
men to love her so much that they are willing to share her? Come to Divine,
Texas and explore with Heather Rainier why it's possible for one woman to have
a heart big enough to love more than one man…
STORY
EXCERPT
“What do I owe you for the
massage?”
Lucy smiled up at him and gently
rubbed his shoulder. The muscles felt loose and warm under her touch, and the
pain and tenderness were all but gone. “Nothing, Beck. It was my gift to you.”
“That was over an hour of your time,
Lucy. I owe you for that.”
“Okay. You owe me a date, and this,”
she murmured as she hypnotized him with her wolf-blue eyes, tilted her chin up,
and pressed her lips to his. He was surprised for a millisecond but then desire
burst to life inside him as she slid her palms up his biceps and wrapped her
arms around his neck. Her breasts were plush, pressed against his chest, and he
groaned when she leaned her voluptuous body against his from knees to nose and
moaned softly.
He slid his hands from her waist up
her back and tangled them in her long black hair. Her lips were even softer
than he’d imagined as she tilted her head and allowed him to deepen the kiss,
stroking his tongue with hers as she opened for him. His cock, which had
finally given him a respite was back to its previously erect state and she very
subtly rubbed her pelvis against his, letting him know she was aware of it.
Usually pretty circumspect with the
outward emotions, Beck was struck by how much he wanted to beat his chest and
throw her over his shoulder. She unleashed something in him and instead of it
being disturbing, it felt freeing. He wanted to crush her to him as the wave of
emotional tension shimmered and then burst inside him and he was hard pressed
to restrain himself from laying another passionate kiss on her.
“Wow.” Motion caught his attention
through the glass-fronted entrance. “Uh-oh.”
“What?” she murmured as she rested
her forehead against his chest and sounded like she was composing herself or
catching her breath.
“We had an audience.”
Her head popped up and she turned to
check the back of the shop then looked out the door. “Oh, crap. Of all the
people.”
The dark-haired woman stood on the
sidewalk, hands on hips, gawking in at them. She pursed her lips into a haughty
twist and shook an accusing finger at them. He couldn’t hear her muffled words
through the glass but could make out what she was saying. “Shame on
you!” She turned up her nose and continued on her way.
Lucy growled. “If it wasn’t for the
fact that I’m a newly self-employed and have several of her friends as
customers, I’d flip her the bird and see if she can read my lips when
I tell her to fuck off.”
“She looks vaguely familiar. Who is
she?”
“Tabitha Lester.”
“That name sounds familiar.”
“She worked for Clay Cook and nearly
got Lily killed a couple of years ago. She led Lily’s ex right to her.
Psychotic bastard. I wasn’t here when that happened but I heard all about it
from the girls. What’s crazy is that some people paint Tabitha as some kind of
paragon of virtue, when the truth is she’s a hateful, bitter woman. Jealous of
anyone who finds happiness, especially if it doesn’t line up with her rigid set
of beliefs. She got a job as the secretary at one of the churches in Divine after
Clay fired her for her part in endangering Lily.”
“I remember her now. She was working
there when I came in to see Clay one day. Sort of snooty. Well that’s good she
no longer works at Clay’s, I guess.”
“Yeah, except that now she kind of
runs the local gossip mill through her other job. She’s in lots of people’s
business. I guess that’s what you do when you have no life, but I can’t afford
to piss her or her friends off.”
“Well, we just won’t give her
further reason to gossip,” Beck murmured as he brushed his lips against her
forehead and she giggled and shuddered as his beard tickled her
nose. “Sorry. I need to shave this mess off.”
“It’s okay,” Lucy whispered. “I’ve
wanted that kiss for a long time, Beck O’Malley.”
ADULT EXCERPT
“I’ve wanted to do this so much,
Luce. I’ve needed you.”
She raked her fingernails through
his hair, gently scraping his scalp until shivers raced up and down his back
and then she palmed the sides of his head and looked at him. She was tall for a
woman, so in that position straddling his lap, she was actually looking down at
him. Her beautiful face was framed by thick waves of long hair the color of
midnight.
The heat glowing in her eyes gave
her a powerful, almost regal air, and she smiled at him and rubbed her thumb
across his lower lip as she spoke. “I want you. I want it all. I’ll never
settle for less ever again. The way you look at me makes me feel beautiful.
Desirable.” Something else flickered in her gaze and then was gone as her tone
softened. “I’ve needed that.”
The thought flitted through
Patrick’s mind that Lucy probably had demons of her own. Sharing his story had
been cathartic and he planned to extend the same courtesy to her. For now, he’d
settle for showing her how much he desired her.
He loved seeing the fire in her eyes
because he knew self-confidence didn’t come easy for her. He didn’t know why,
because she was one of the sexiest women he’d ever met. The memory of the hurt
in her eyes the night he’d met her, when Beck had turned down her offer of a
dance still stuck with him, and so did the guilt for not grabbing her himself.
But he could make up for his inaction now.
He laid her down on the couch and
settled his hips between hers, groaning as she rubbed her slippery pussy
against his cock, and drawing a moan from her. His need to be inside her was
fierce.
She wrapped her legs around his
waist and cradled him against her as he tormented one of her nipples before
switching to the other. The hardened points turned darker as he sucked at them.
He lost track of time as she trembled beneath him, stroking the back of his
head and his shoulders.
It made him feel powerful to evoke
such a response in this woman who so often went out of her way to please others
and make them feel good. She deserved all of his attention.
A shudder rushed through him as she
slid her hand down his rib cage to between his legs and stroked and squeezed
his balls until his eyes nearly crossed. He gritted his teeth and flickers of
impending orgasm raced through him as her fingers traced through the crisp
hairs surrounding his cock. How long had it been since he’d been tempted and
teased like this?
Never.
“Woman, I’m not letting you go,
regardless of what else happens. You’re mine.”
“Think so, huh?” she whispered in a
voice laced with humor and then purred as she grasped his hardened dick.
“You’re so hot and big. Is this for me?”
He flexed in her hand. “All yours,
Luce.”
The need to be inside her was strong
and he pulled back, unwilling to rush when he wanted to feast on her first. He
stayed there for a moment just taking her in. Her pale flesh was luminescent
against the burgundy upholstery of her couch in the dimly lit living room. Her
hair was spread all around her and flowing over the edge of the couch in black
waves that glimmered in the lamplight. He groaned at the sight of her
completely bare pussy.
She gave him a playful grin and bit
her lip, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes. “You like?” Her blush told him this
must be a new development and despite her smile she’d been unsure of what he’d
think.
“Like is such a weak word, Luce. I’d
love your pussy no matter whether you waxed it bare or left it alone. You’re
beautiful. All of you,” he murmured as he laid his fingertips against her.
“You’re hot and wet. Is this for me?”
She panted as she rubbed her pussy
against his hand and nodded. She gripped the sofa armrest above her head and
her breasts swayed with her movements. Like a magnet to steel, he came to her
and pressed his lips against her abdomen, just below her navel. Her belly
fluttered at the stimulation and he smiled when he felt her tremble. He wasn’t
the only one affected by the moment. “I’m on the pill, Patrick.”
“I’m clean. I haven’t been with a
woman since Elizabeth. I was tested right after…you know…to make sure. I’ll use
a condom if you’d like.”
“No need. I believe you. Just go
easy. It’s been a while.”
No other words could’ve affirmed his
desire to take good care of her like those did. She’d always inspired his
protective instincts. The last thing he wanted was to be too rough with her.
“Oh, Patrick,” she whispered as he
kissed a trail to the side of her mound, at the top of her upper thigh. He
rubbed his beard stubble against her inner thigh as he moved downward and
kissed her smooth pussy.
She clenched at his shoulder and a
needy sound came from her throat as he parted her lips and traced the tip of
his tongue over her swollen inner lips. The scent of her juicy, sweet cunt was
nearly enough to make him lunge at her and plunder her ripe flesh like a
caveman, but he held back.
He slid his tongue over the other
side and she arched her back and froze, panting his name. He dipped his tongue
into her entrance, heard the catch in her throat at the same time her cunt
clenched on his tongue and he knew she teetered on the edge.
He played out the moment, licking
deeper with the next stroke, and heard her tiny sob as she whispered, “Yes.”
The Inside Scoop
Q: What's your favorite quote?
A: "Those who are easily
shocked should be shocked more often." (Mae West)
Q: Of all your heroines, which do you have the most in common
with?
A: There is something of me in each
of my heroines, but Grace Warner and I share the most similarities. Although
she's been hurt in the past, that didn't stop her from moving forward and
pursuing her dreams.
Q: Very often, your heroes and heroines have made appearances in
previous novels as secondary characters. Of those characters, whose story have
you been asked to write most frequently?
A: Since their first appearance
in Her Gentle Giant, Peter and Paul Morgan, the "celestially
handsome," sexy twin chefs from Tessa's restaurant have been the most
consistently requested heroes. When I finally meet the woman who can handle
both those men, I'll write their story. The second most requested character
would be Kathleen Stevens, the sophisticated redhead who dated Ace Webster
before he and Kemp met Summer Heston. Kathleen will have her happily ever after
some day too.
Q: The Divine Creek Ranch was written as a series. Can your
books be read as "stand alones?" And are they all ménage romances?
A: Yes.and no. Any book in the
series can be enjoyed on its own, without having read the others first. But for
the full effect, and to understand all the nuances, it's recommended that
readers start with the first book and read them in order. Book Two, Her Gentle
Giant , Book Five, Spurs and Heels , and Book Twelve, His Tattooed Virgin are
not ménage romances, but are definitely part of the overall storyline. They are
every bit as hot and graphic as any of the ménage romances in the series.
Q: Which character in your series has unexpectedly won the
hearts of women everywhere, despite his age?
A: Little Michael (Palacios)
Martinez! Readers of Heavenly Angel will recall that he is the eldest
son of Teresa Martinez, and adopted son of Angel and Joaquin Martinez. At the
age of three, he captivated readers as he rode around his backyard, singing
"Big Green Tractor" and dancing in the bathtub, singing "Stuck
Like Glue." I'm asked regularly if I'll ever write his story, which is a
hard question to answer. In the current timeline, he is five years old. I don't
write heroes much younger than their early thirties, except for in flashbacks,
so his story may have to wait a few years.
Q: Who was the most difficult character for you to write?
A: Without a doubt, it would be
Richard Warner, one of the heroes in Maya's Triple Dare. Many of his
scenes were written with tears in my eyes. His character absolutely gripped me
throughout the creation of that novel.
Q: It's been bandied about that you talk to your characters. If
this is true, who do you talk to the most?
A: Definitely true. There are
several that I talk to on a regular basis. I talk to Ethan Grant, one of the
heroes from Divine Grace, the most. He still has quite a bit to say.
Q: How often do you write? What is your writing day like?
A: Every day, when my schedule
allows it. I'm a stay at home mom balancing a career as a fulltime writer, so
I'm flexible. I write while my kids are at school, and then stay up late
correcting and revising. You know you love what you're doing when you don't
mind tired eyes and missed sleep.
Q: What do you like to read?
A: Any genre in erotic romance, as
long as it is well-written, including paranormal, western contemporary, ménage,
and BDSM erotic romance. If it has strong romantic / erotic elements I'll read
it. I don't enjoy books that deny me a happily ever after.
Q: Who are your favorite authors?
A: Many of the writers at Siren
Publishing were my heroes before I started writing. I'm enthralled with Leah
Brooke's Desire, Oklahoma series and Tymber Dalton's Triple Trouble series. I'm
also a big fan of Sophie Oak's Bliss, Colorado series. My other favorite
authors include Cherise Sinclair, Laurann Dohner, Lorelei James, Maya Banks and
J. R. Ward. The Black Dagger Brotherhood is my one, lone holdout for buying in
paper form. I mostly buy in e-book format these days.
Q: In regard to writing, what are your likes and dislikes?
A: I love writing hot, steamy,
emotional erotic romance. I love having a publisher and editors who are willing
to be tough, picky, and challenging when it comes to honing a manuscript and
the staff who support them. I dislike children who stand near my laptop with an
open beverage in their hands.
Q: What motivated you to start writing?
A: When my 25th high school reunion
rolled around, I worried about what to wear, what to do about my hair, my
weight.my whatever. The night of the reunion I realized none of those
people noticed or cared about me, then or now. The ones who mattered were my
husband, family and friends. I stopped worrying what everyone else thought and
pursued my dream.
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