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Readers and authors beware – this could happen to you!

Readers and authors beware – this could happen to you!

Readers – what if you saw a new release from an erotic romance author you like and purchased it, only to discover that author didn’t write it, and that what you bought was, in fact, erotica or even porn?

Authors – what if another person suddenly started publishing erotica under the same name as you, and mysteriously, their books kept being attached to your Goodreads author profile? What if a search of your name on book retailer sites started showing your books intermingled with the other author’s books, in a way that looked as if you had written them all?

I’m not quite sure where to start with what’s happened this week, so I’ll just plow right in. On Monday night I went to my Goodreads author profile to check one of my book links for an upcoming blog post, and I discovered that, since Aug 29 2016 (just over a week ago), there is a writer out there publishing erotica with the name Jennifer Lynne. That’s NOT me, and those are NOT books I want associated with my name or brand.

With the help of a Goodreads librarian I had the book removed from my author profile. Two days later another one was attached to my profile. I had it removed. Again.

On checking the various retailer sites, I discovered that a search for my books often brings up both of our books, intermingled. If I click one of her books, my books show as “other books by this author”, and vice versa. Not okay. I contacted both Amazon KDP and Smashwords as I was concerned that BOTH of our readerships would be confused about whose book they were actually buying at any given time. I wanted our two profiles untangled, so to speak, for everyone’s benefit. Smashwords offered to write to one of the retailers on my behalf and alert them to the issue (though they indicated this would be unlikely to effect change as the other party had not published through them). KDP’s response was to suggest I change my name.

What? After seven years as a published author, why should I have to change my name? Even if I do, what is to stop this happening again, with the new name? Does it mean there is literally no protection for an author who spends years building up a strong “brand” in a particular genre – in my case sexy and erotic romance? I’ve worked incredibly hard trying to demonstrate the difference between erotic romance and erotica or porn, and yes… there is a difference!

Bestselling author Sylvia Day explains it perfectly in this blog post. It’s an old post, but the definitions in my view are still relevant and clearly delineated.

Is it legal to use the same author name as someone else? I believe so. Is it legal to publish erotica? I believe so. Is it legal to publish porn? I have no idea, but even if it is, it isn’t okay when a newly published author’s books somehow start to appear on an already established author’s various profiles out there on the “net”. It isn’t okay when that newly published author’s books start to blur the established author’s “brand”.

Speaking in a more general sense and not specifically to my situation, does this mean anyone can come in and start “piggybacking” off someone else’s author brand by setting themselves up with the same name? If so, is there any protection for an author if that happens, bar the expensive route of first trademarking the name, and then taking the offender to court? The duo writing as Alexa Riley did that, and won. Here’s their post, and a copy of the court ruling, if you’re interested.

But… if you can’t afford to take that route, what do you do?

I’m devastated by what has happened. My first erotic romance title was published with Red Sage back in December 2009. Since then, I’ve had fifteen titles published (a mix of traditional and indie), and I like to believe I’ve started to establish myself as a romance author first and foremost – yes, I write super-hot, sometimes kinky sex – but all of my stories are either sexy romance or erotic romance (not erotica). All feature a romantic relationship and happy-ever-after or potential-for-happy-ever-after endings. I don’t want to be associated with book titles that are not mine, and that don’t reflect my brand of sexy/erotic romance.

To that end, I’ve included a complete list of my book titles on my website home page, and I also include the same list here: Jennifer Lynne Romance Books (PDF, 578 KB). I will update this list on my home page whenever I have a new book title – and of course all of my books are featured on my website, so if you’re ever unsure, please check there.

I encourage all of my readers to be aware that this situation can, and does, happen.

Equally, I encourage all writers to be aware and vigilant – our author names are our brand and our reputation.

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S.O.S. Sex on Saturday: PANDORA’S GIFT by Jennifer Lynne

S.O.S. Sex on Saturday: PANDORA’S GIFT by Jennifer Lynne

Sex on Saturday? Yes please! This week I include a sentence from my erotic romance PANDORA’S GIFT, about a returned war veteran who has seen too much and a free-spirited woman who uses seduction to heal the souls of those lost in the darkness:

Jennifer Lynne Pandoras Gift CoverOh no you don’t, she thought, and went deeper, edging into the corners and embracing the shards of dark, softening their edges, her tears falling harder now, a sob escaping her as she filled him with herself.

PANDORA’S GIFT is published by Red Sage and available at:


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Red Sage Publishing

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Sunday Snippet from Seducing Serena: exposing erotic secrets

Sunday Snippet from Seducing Serena: exposing erotic secrets

This week for Sunday Snippets I’m going back to where it all started – my first erotic romance published in the Red Sage anthology, Secrets (Volume 28).

Seducing Serena is about an accountant who believes there is no such thing as “Mister Right” and decides to advertise and interview for a partner. Bad-boy Nick finds Serena’s challenge impossible to resist. He intends to prove her wrong – despite his aversion to commitment and a secret that could destroy them both.

This anthology received a 4 star review at RT Book Reviews: “The Secrets anthologies never fail to thrill and entertain. This volume’s contemporary, science fiction and historical stories are hot and sensual. Characters are well developed, and the couples will take readers along in their path to a lasting relationship.”

“What do you think, Serena?” he whispered. “Are you up to the challenge?”

She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think beyond the possibility of this moment. “I—I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do,” he said. “Let’s dance.” He laced his fingers through hers and drew her to her feet, and she found herself complying as if in a dream. She hadn’t noticed the music until now except as a faintly annoying background hum, but she realised the tempo had changed to a slow, pulsing beat that trembled through her limbs and called to her inner essence with a strength that couldn’t be ignored.

It’s the music, she told herself, that’s making my blood hum like this. Not the touch of his hand on mine.

He turned when they reached the dance floor and drew her into the circle of his arms, the heels of her black shoes giving her the necessary height to fit comfortably into the long length of his body.

Too comfortably.

She felt a gut wrenching ache deep down in her belly, felt her nipples go taut beneath the silken camisole as his torso brushed against hers. How did it come to this? she wondered, fighting the urge to undo his shirt and inhale the delicious scent of his skin. One moment I’m rejecting him as a potential suitor, the next I’m melting against him as if… as if…

“Mmm.” The groan left her lips involuntarily as Nick cupped her buttocks and pressed her against the solid core of him. She couldn’t think, just wanted to feel him, touch him, taste him… The heady musk scent of him rose around her, encasing them like a private cocoon. Her head dropped back and she felt him swoop in to claim the open expanse of her neck with his lips and tongue. A ribbon of warmth spread outwards from the contact point. Her pulse danced crazily as he followed the line of her throat upwards and began to tease her earlobe with a gentle nibble. Then she realised he was swelling against her, the hard flesh pressing into her belly with almost frightening dimensions, and she moaned her desire and shifted to better accommodate him.

“I wanted you naked the minute I set eyes on you,” he whispered, warm breath tickling her ear.

The words should have raised alarm bells in her mind. Should have. But didn’t.

“I thought I was too business-like for your taste,” she murmured.

“You are! But that’s the ultimate challenge… to break down those barriers and find the sensual woman beneath. And there is passion under the surface, isn’t there, Serena? I can read the promise in those smoky grey eyes of yours, see the unconscious grace every time you move.”

“I—I don’t know.” Her heart was fluttering like a mad thing in her chest. Nobody had ever spoken to her like this before. “Maybe there was, once. But now…” She shook her head, then squealed as his teeth grabbed briefly in a gentle crescent on her neck.

“Open yourself up to the possibility of passion, Serena. Let yourself feel how right this is.” His lips followed where his teeth had gone, caressing the line of her neck and up to her jaw, then she was staring into eyes that had darkened to an emerald hue, eyes framed by faint laughter lines that deepened just a little as he smiled at her. The amusement was always there, she realised, as much a part of him as the desire that currently softened the strong lines of his face.

That’s what desire does to you, she thought dreamily. Blurs the edges until you don’t know your own mind. Until you don’t know where one person ends and the other begins.

Until you don’t know wrong from right.

Secrets Volume 28: Sensual Cravings is available in trade paperback or ebook at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Red Sage.

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Everyone is beautiful at the ballet – guest post by Laura Sheehan

Everyone is beautiful at the ballet – guest post by Laura Sheehan

This post by guest author, Laura Sheehan, really moved me when I read it. I am pleased to be able to hand over my blog today to Laura, who was kind enough to share her story and showcase her new Red Sage  release, Dancing With Danger:

As Bebe says in A Chorus Line, “Everyone is beautiful at the ballet.”

I couldn’t agree more. Dance was my saving grace. On stage, I was beautiful.  And eventually, dancing helped me realize that I was just as beautiful off-stage.

You see, I was born with a cleft lip and palate. I was in and out of hospitals throughout my childhood. I had my first operation when I was a few months old, and my last at age 14.  That last surgery was the one I’d been looking forward to since I was old enough to realize that I was “different.”  In addition to the scar on my lip, the gaping hole in the roof of my mouth, and my awkwardly placed teeth, my nose was also deformed. It was assymetrical, slightly off-center, wide and flattish.

The most common question I’d been asked (even more common than “How are you?”) was “What’s wrong with your nose?” I was so very tired of answering that question, and dealing with the bouts of self-consciousness that inevitably followed.

That last surgery, just a few weeks before high-school started, was supposed to fix everything.  It would be the final attempt to close my stubborn cleft palate, and at the same time, the surgeons would “fix” my messed-up nose and make me look normal. I didn’t expect to be made beautiful (as my tactless surgeons made very clear), but I didn’t care about that.

Unlike most young teenage girls, I wasn’t dying to attract the attention of boys.  I didn’t wear skimpy skirts in the hopes of getting whistles from the football jocks as I walked past the field. I wasn’t into make-up or fashion or crazy hairstyles.

No, what I wanted was to walk down the hallways at school and NOT be stared at. I wanted, for once in my life, to blend in, to not have to constantly explain my face, to be normal.

When I finally took the nose cast off (just 24 hours before my first day as a freshman), I was overwhelmed.  My nose was so much better! It was skinnier, straighter, less-flat, and although it was still a bit asymmetrical, it was so much closer to “normal.” I walked into high-school with my chin held high and my confidence soaring.

When I caught a cute boy staring at me in my AP Biology course in 2nd period, I did something I’d never done before: I returned his look and smiled.

And then he leaned over and asked me, “What’s wrong with your nose?”

I won’t go into my devastation at hearing those five words.

Instead, I’ll tell you what happened in my ballet class just a few hours later. My ballet mistress, Miss Pamela Langevin, was a gorgeous, tall, red-headed beauty. She was graceful, talented, and elegant. So when she came over to me during class and told me that my arms and hands reminded her of her own, I almost cried. When she pulled me aside after class and asked me if I’d ever considered a career as a professional dancer, all thoughts of that stupid boy in AP biology flew out the window.  She told me I had a special “something” when I danced, that I shined.  She said that it was hard to take her eyes off me when I lost myself in the movement.

And for the first time, I realized that I liked the idea of people looking at me, of people’s eyes being stuck on me. I liked the idea of being in the spotlight, of being the center of attention.

Because everyone is beautiful at the ballet.

Lily, the heroine of Dancing With Danger, is a professional dancer who only lets her guard down when she’s performing. She can bring an audience to its knees when she dances on stage, but until she meets Marc, she has no idea she can be equally as passionate off stage.

What experiences in your life have helped you realize how special and capable you are?  Share your story in the comments below!

Dancing With Danger Book Blurb:

Lily Brookstone has always been fiercely independent.  She learned to take care of herself when she was just a child, when her mother died and her workaholic father refused to make her a priority. Now she’s a dancer struggling to make it in Los Angeles, and the town hasn’t been easy on her. First her father disowned her, then she was injured on the job and dropped by her agent. Now, she’s working three jobs to make ends meet, and, oh yeah, she has somehow managed  to pick up a stalker.  In short, Los Angeles has not been kind. But then she meets Marc, a tough LAPD officer who is determined to break through her defensive walls. Lily might be able overcome her untrusting nature and allow him to protect her life, but what about her heart?

Buy Dancing With Danger at:

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Read an Excerpt HERE

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Guest author Rue Allyn: My Mother the Dragonslayer…

Guest author Rue Allyn: My Mother the Dragonslayer…

Today I’m handing over my blog to Red Sage author, Rue Allyn, who brings us all a fascinating post about childhood memories:

My Mother the Dragonslayer, or An Exaggerated Explanation of Why I Love Florida

My mother – we’ll call her Greta – the eldest daughter of Swedish immigrants, was born in 1916 in Lowell Massachusetts.  Her father owned the first gasoline station in Lowell and as automobiles became more available, he made a fortune.

What, you ask, does my mother’s birth and the fortune my grandfather made have to do with my love for Florida?  Allow me to explain.

A sister, a brother and seven years after Greta was born, the gas station was sold and the family  moved to Pine Island, Florida, where her father had spent his fortune on land—sight unseen.  (Yes, I know you’d think a man who made a killing in gasoline would be smarter than that.)  Worse he went there to raise chickens.

Nowadays, property values on Pine Island run in the millions of dollars.  The island has all the amenities of modern living, paved roads, stores, medical facilities, schools, plumbing.

In 1923, Pine Island was a swamp populated by mosquitoes, alligators, and a few hardy fools who, like my grandfather, purchase land without seeing it first.  Those fools, er citizens, formed a small community and established the one-room schoolhouse where Greta received her early education.

Now, I have loved Florida for as long as I can remember, in part because my grandparents retired there, and we would visit often.  However, a large portion of my affection for the sunshine state originates in the stories my mother would tell me of her early years on Pine Island.

Because of my visits to Florida I well understood the heat Mom would describe, the smells of the ocean, the lush dense vegetation, the sweet succulent pleasure of an orange plucked fresh from a tree.  What my mother added to that knowledge was adventure.  Yes, adventure.

One of my favorite Florida stories begins on a warm sunny day as a fourteen year old Greta, her sister and brother made their way home from school.  Tramping along the path through the palms, oaks and banyans, tag was a frequent form of entertainment.  But on this humid afternoon, Greta was bored with the usual games.  Contemplating the possible options, Greta, both guardian of her younger siblings and ringleader of their small tribe had a brilliant idea.  They would play make believe and kill a fierce dragon.

She gathered her followers about her, explaining what they would do.  Her baby brother was fearful at first but when his other sister—not my mom—called him a ‘fraidy cat’ he immediately agreed to do Greta’s bidding.  “We need swords,” she declared and ordered her siblings to “Find the biggest, longest sticks you can.”

Soon her little band was armed with sizable sticks.  Greta led the way with a four foot branch of sturdy oak about two inches in diameter.  Where the path forked and they would normally have walked to the left, heading home, the troop marched right.  The right fork led to the creek a favorite place to go frogging.

Of course all of the children had been told that going to the creek without an adult was strictly forbidden, but Greta was fourteen and often had charge of her younger siblings, so she couldn’t see the harm.  The trees gave way to cattails and saw grass. The musty air of the woods freshened.

Greta turned to her brother and sister.  “Sshhhhh!  Walk real slow.  We don’t want the dragon to know we’re coming.”

She bent low.  Brother and sister followed suit.  Carefully she pushed aside the saw grass heading straight for the creek bank where she knew the dragons lived.  All she had to do was find one.  The grass shortened and thinned disappearing finally into the murky waters of the slow moving creek.  She checked to be certain her sister and brother followed closely.  Then she faced the creek, shielding her eyes from the afternoon sun to better search the shadows for a dragon.  Flies buzzed and a cricket gave a lazy chirp.  “Plop” sounded loud in the hazy quiet from the far side of the creek, but the shadows were too deep for Greta to tell what caused the sound.  “Probably a fish,” she said.  She saw squirrels, frogs, lizards, possums all sorts of critters but no dragons.

Sighing, she led her siblings to a damp greenish log and sat.

No sooner had they settled on the log than it gave a roar and twisted.  A foot long maw filled with razor sharp teeth snapped at them, missing Greta by inches.

“RUN!!” she hollered to her brother and sister.

She’d found her dragon, a ten foot alligator.  The ‘gator was quick.  Greta didn’t stop to think.  She swung her oak branch and smacked the dragon right between the eyes.  Before the ‘gator could recover, she fled.

The children stopped running when their house came into view because their mother stood on the porch steps shouting their names and breathing fire.

She was definitely angry.

Arms akimbo, my grandmother glared at Greta and yelled in heavily accented English.  “Ver have you been, dottir, and from vat are you running?”

“We were playing tag.”  Greta held her mother’s stare.

Grandma studied my mother closely.  “Hmphf.  Is time now for chores not for playing.  Get your brother and sister inside then come help me peel potatoes.”

Greta nodded and did as she was told.  But as she left her mother on the porch, Greta smiled.

Even after hearing this story enough times that I know it story practically by heart, I always ask. “Did you ever tell Grandma about the alligator?”

My mother always looked at me and said.  “I beat the dragon, didn’t I?”

I’ll confess that I’ve exaggerated some details.  My mom was no fool and only a fool would play tag with an alligator. Nevertheless you can tell that Mom gave me not only a love of Florida but of storytelling.

Do you have a favorite story or memory from your childhood?  Please share your story or other thoughts and leave a comment on this post.

Off Limits book coverFor a very different kind of story (definitely not PG) check out my newest erotic romance, Off Limits.  You may purchase Off Limits from Amazon or directly from Red Sage Publishing.  Here’s a short blurb and a link to an excerpt.

Off Limits Blurb:  For Senior Chief Hank O’Mara no woman could compare with the sea until he met Lieutenant Bethany Morton. Only the sea could draw two passionate people of such opposite backgrounds together, and only US Navy regulations could keep them apart. Because fraternization between Officer and enlisted is forbidden, both Beth and Hank do their utmost to resist the passion and love growing between them. However, love proves stronger than either the sea or the USN. If they are to be together, Hank must sacrifice his career and Beth will risk the destruction of her professional dreams.

Read an excerpt from Off Limits here.

Rue Allyn picA Bit about Rue Allyn

I wrote my first story around the age of five and read my first romance at the age of eight. I’ve been in love with being in love ever since. I’m happily married to my sweetheart of many, many years. We share the home of two cats, who condescend to allow me to feed them and clean their litter box. They occasionally permit me to pet them but demand my love and attention as their right. I am in awe of their feline ability to dominate with half a glance or a mere twitch of tail. I am insatiably curious, an avid reader and traveler. I love to hear from readers about your favorite books and real life adventures. I also love my work. Seriously, what could be more fun than sharing love and adventure with all your friends?  Share more with me at

Six sentences from PANDORA’S GIFT

Six sentences from PANDORA’S GIFT

Pandoras Gift coverThis week’s six sentence snippet is from Pandora’s Gift, a contemporary paranormal romance about a returned war veteran who is fighting the darkness in his soul, and a woman who is trying to save him:


She closed her eyes and concentrated, remembering that delicate kiss only moments earlier. It had filled her with tenderness, drawing the light into and around him, around them both, cocooning them as one in a soft golden glow that chased the darkness into far-off corners of his being.

Oh, no, you don’t, she thought, and went deeper, edging into the corners and embracing the shards of dark, softening their edges, her tears falling harder now, a sob escaping her as she filled him with herself. She was shaking with the effort, but glorying in the connection that felt so real and so right.

She opened her eyes and saw his head come up, a dazed look on his face as he slipped away from her fingertips. After a moment, he caressed the curve of her breast.


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Pandora’s Gift is available from Amazon and Red Sage Publishing.

Book Giveaways and Author Interview

Book Giveaways and Author Interview

I’m being interviewed today at two blogs : Book Monster Reviews and Literal Addiction. As well as being talked into revealing new things about myself that I don’t think can be found anywhere else on the internet (yikes!), there’s an ebook giveaway at both sites. Please pop in to either or both blogs to enter the giveaway contests.

The winners will have a choice of prize – a digital copy of either:

Platinum Passion CoverPandoras Gift coverPlatinum Passion, a menage erotic romance and the first in my Gods of Love series about the Greek gods of desire and their interactions in modern-day society, or

Pandora’s Gift, a contemporary paranormal erotic romance published by Red Sage.

Platinum Passion is available at:

Amazon | Smashwords | All Romance ebooks | Barnes & NobleDiesel

Pandora’s Gift is available at:

Amazon | Red Sage Publishing | Borders | Powells

What Every Woman Should Do Once – or Twice!

What Every Woman Should Do Once – or Twice!

I’m very excited to have erotic romance author Roz Lee visit my blog today. She’s my first ever guest author and I’d love you to drop by and help her feel welcome. Leave a comment and you could WIN one of Roz Lee’s back list titles.

Roz says –

One of the best things about being a fiction writer is living vicariously through my characters. I won’t lie – it’s a blast putting ideas into the heads of my characters, then following through on them. Believe me, my characters do many things I would never do myself! Isn’t that why we read fiction anyway?

I recently found myself in a wait and see situation with a group of my writer friends. We needed something to pass the time, so I pulled out a little pocket-sized book entitled What Every Woman Should Do Once. As we went through the list of sixty or so things, we had a few laughs, confessing to more than I would have thought, and respectfully declining to answer a few times. I believe we have some potential blackmail material now too, if the need ever arises!

We had such a good time, I thought you might enjoy playing along. There isn’t room to list them all, so I’ve chosen my favorites. I tried to limit myself to only ten, but I just couldn’t!

Things every woman should do once.

1.      Make up an alias. (This was a unanimous one, as you can imagine from a bunch of writers.)

2.      Give someone famous your autograph. (We actually had a couple of takers on this one!)

3.      Dance on top of a bar. (I’m embarrassed to tell you how many said they’d done this.)

4.      Audition for a Broadway show or a TV Reality show. (Yep. Had one of these too!)

5.      Go skydiving. (We all agreed not to jump out of perfectly good airplanes.)

6.      Try on very expensive clothes in a boutique you know you can’t afford. (Sadly, this was unanimous too.)

7.      Talk in a foreign accent all day. (Oh yeah, we’ve done this too!)

8.      Have a three martini lunch, and go back to work refreshed. (Well, we wouldn’t call it refreshed exactly. <grin>)

9.      Wear fake eyelashes and send him come hither looks. (Those with experience reported that trying to keep your eyelids open with all that extra weight could be mistaken for come hither looks. *wink*)

10.  Learn to tango. (Sadly, we only had one taker on this one. I think we need to fix that.)

11.  Kiss a guy from every state. (We weren’t clear if we had to go to each state or if we could kiss ‘em where we found ‘em.)

12.  Try bondage sex. (No, this one wasn’t in the book!!)

Yeah, I added that one because Candace, my heroine in FOUR OF HEARTS, asks her husband to tie her up and sets in motion a series of events that change their lives. It’s a story about the infinity capacity of the human heart to love.

Four of Hearts_cover Here’s a blurb and excerpt from book 4 in the Lothario series, FOUR OF HEARTS.

Blurb –

Marriage hasn’t tamed Candace Callahan’s sexual curiosity, something her husband Ryan is grateful for, but when she asks him to tie her up for her anniversary present, he knows he’s going to need the help of their friends, Richard Wolfe and his wife, Fallon.

Dr. Fallon Enright is the resident sex therapist aboard the Lothario – the cruise ship co-owned by her husband and Ryan Callahan. When Ryan asks to participate in one of their couple’s rope bondage classes, Richard isn’t sure it’s a good idea, but Fallon assures him all will be well.

What begins as innocent curiosity, blossoms into a polyamorous relationship none of them could have expected, but they are powerless to ignore. When the tabloids expose their new lifestyle, the foursome must choose between the love they feel for each other, or accepting society’s moral constraints.

Excerpt –

Ryan froze with his lips against the pulse in Candace’s neck. His erection surged with new vigor against her stomach. Why couldn’t his wife ask for something easy for their anniversary? Something like diamonds, a villa in France, hell, even an expedition to the North Pole. The image in his brain coalesced, and he knew he would give her whatever she wanted.

“You want me to tie you up?” he asked as soon as he found his voice.

“Don’t even try to tell me it doesn’t excite you.” Candace wiggled her soft mound against his cock. “I felt that.”

He had no intention of denying his interest. Only a fool would, and Ryan Callahan was no fool. He continued his exploration of his wife’s creamy soft skin, all the while forming and reforming the new image in his head. His lips left her neck, slipped to her shoulder where he tasted every inch of skin, before angling lower toward the perfect swell of her breasts. His hands held hers pinned flat on either side of her head. He’d tied her hands once, when he’d spirited her away from the Lothario and onto the Vixen, but that had been role-playing more than anything else. He was pretty sure she had something more in mind. He hoped to God she did.

Her request shouldn’t have been a surprise. She’d spent a lot of time lately talking to his best friend’s wife. Rope bondage was Fallon’s new research topic, and a passion shared with her husband Richard. Ryan inched his way lower, and teased one nipple to a marble hard peak with his tongue, before taking it in his mouth. Candace drew in a sharp breath and arched her back, encouraging him to suck harder. He obliged his wife.

His wife. The moniker still sent a thrill through his body every time he thought, or said the word. Candace Callahan. His wife. God, what a wondrous thing that was. For nearly a year, she’d been his constant companion, his lover, his…everything. Before he met Candace, he’d been lost and alone, searching for something he couldn’t name. Now it had a name. Love.

“Well?” Candace prodded on a gasp as Ryan switched breasts, sucking the poor, neglected one in his mouth without preamble.

Surely, she knew the answer. He couldn’t deny her anything. Still, he made her wait for his reply. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t given it any thought himself. There wasn’t much he hadn’t imagined doing with Candace.

He released her hands and slid lower until he lay pillowed between her thighs. He brushed his thumbs over the neatly trimmed auburn triangle that drew him like a compass needle to magnetic north. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils and fueled a primal need. He swept his tongue through her juices. She ground her swollen flesh against his face, and he knew she’d forgotten everything but this. He dedicated himself to keeping the status quo for the foreseeable future.

About Roz Lee –

Roz Lee photoRoz Lee has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for over three decades. These days she splits her time between their home in rural New Jersey, and Southern California, where her husband works. Even though she’s lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.”

Roz and her husband have two grown daughters they couldn’t be more proud of, and are currently raising a eleven-year-old Labrador Retriever, Betty Boop, who isn’t aware of her canine heritage.

When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road unworthy of traveling.

Roz’s books are available at –

Red Sage Publishing


Barnes and Noble

All Romance eBooks

Stalk Roz here –






How many of the things on the list have you done, and…what would you add to the list?