Erin's put together a wonderful post for everyone today and as a special bonus, we're also giving away an e-copy of the 1st book in the Anything & Everything series, ANYTHING YOU WANT. If I say I loved that book, it wouldn't do my feelings justice, so I'll just claim Marc for own yet again and be done with it. (Back off, ladies!) All it takes is a comment or question for Erin (please also leave your email address) and you're entered into the drawing! Winner will be picked this Saturday, 3/24.
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There are handcuffs and then there are HANDCUFFS
I write contemporary romance. Sure, it’s sexy. Yes, I use “dirty” words (and love every one of them! J). No, my characters definitely do not close the bedroom door.
A couple of my characters have had semi-public sex (okay, more than a couple J) and some of my characters have used toys and flavored body powder and they’ve all tried various positions. Not to mention the food! Pie filling, for instance. Cold cappuccino. Butter! (that’s right… butter). Yes, there’s been some of all of that. And here’s the kind of writer I am—I let the characters decide how it’s gonna go. I mean, it’s their sex life. If they want to worry about the mess of involving butter in their lovemaking, who am I to stop them?
So, when handcuffs showed up in my latest release, Everything You’ve Got, I went with it. It made sense and it was fun. The cuffs definitely got the job done.
But then I started thinking—handcuffs might give people a different idea about my writing. I love the sexy stuff. I don’t mind some light bondage in my reading. I don’t mind if the couple invites someone else into their bed. I don’t mind if they go to a sex club and have not-so-semi-public-sex. At all! (hellooo, Spencer!) (Edited by Cari to add: Spencer says helloooo back to Erin! LOL) But I don’t write it. I write straight, sexy, two people contemporary romance. So, I thought maybe it would be worthwhile to point out that there are handcuffs and then there are HANDCUFFS.
The handcuffs in Everything You Want serve first to get Luke to his surprise party. Nothing kinky. Okay, there’s a steamy kiss but this is very PG-13 handcuff use.
Then Luke uses them to get Kat in the RV and on the road trip he’s convinced will get their relationship really started. Sure, she offers him a blow job to set her free—but yeah, PG-13-ish otherwise.
Then Kat uses them… oh, yeah. Okay, that gets a little more R-rated J But still… overall these are just handcuffs.
So, while I’m sure they’re going to keep the cuffs in the bedside table just in case, I don’t think Kat and Luke will be graduating to anything kinkier. Or maybe they will. Kat does have a fondness for black leather thigh-high boots. And Luke, after all, has a fondness for Kat. Anyway, it’s their life and their sex. I just write about it.
But... imagine what they could do in public with those cuffs and some butter!
EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT BLURB
A girl, a guy, a set of handcuffs… What more could happily ever after possibly need?
Anything & Everything, Book 2
Luke Hamilton’s requirements for the perfect woman are straightforward: live, work and play in his beloved hometown—and get along with his mother. Dr. Kat Dayton’s got it all. And Luke’s noticed. It’s obvious to him that his long-time friend belongs with him, especially after the world-rocking kiss she lays on him at his birthday party.
While Kat can’t deny she’s imagined a kiss like that—and more—for years, she’s less convinced they’re destined for happily ever after. Still, Luke figures that’s nothing a friendly kidnapping and a three-day road trip won’t fix.
Kat would love to let Luke in, but if he discovers the truth—that committee meetings bore her to tears and she’d rather have a root-canal than go to another potluck—his white-picket-fence dreams will be crushed.
Being stuck in an RV with Luke should be three days of flirtatious fun, but for Kat it’s heavenly hell. The close confines and good old-fashioned lust are making a mockery of her perfect-woman façade, and if he finds out about the mistake that might cost her job—
and force her to leave town for good—it’ll take more than a sexy pair of handcuffs to keep him close.
Warning: Contains a man who's willing to do anything for the perfect woman, an RV and surprise road-trip to help him prove it, and a woman who's wondering just what the hell she's gotten into.
EXCERPT FROM EVERYTHING YOU'VE GOT
“Close your eyes,” he said, his lips against her ear.
She did, shivering a little though she was feeling anything but cold.
Then she felt the brush of silk against her cheek and felt him slide what she assumed to be his tie over her eyes. She was sure of it as she felt the gentle tug of him tying the ends behind her head.
“Did you just blindfold me?”
“You’re actually blindfolding me?”
Her heart sped up. Okay, now they were moving in the direction she wanted.
“It’s very likely I’ll peek,” she told him.
“I’m sure you’re right.”
Then he leaned in.
Kat felt her breath catch and she felt herself drift closer to him, seeking his heat.
“This will fix that.”
But she didn’t ask what he was talking about because his lips met the back of her neck. Tingles spread quickly. She found herself wanting more, tipping her head forward to be sure he knew she was fine with this. His response was to slide his hands down her arms bringing her hands behind her back. Then his tongue licked a spot behind her ear and she lost track of anything else.
A moment later, she felt the cold metal of the handcuffs click around her wrists.
She couldn’t have really explained to anyone how it happened. It was fast and smooth.
She tugged on her wrists. “What are you doing?”
“What is going on?” she demanded, trying to sound annoyed.
She didn’t think she pulled it off. She sounded breathless and turned on. Which made sense since that was exactly what she was.
Suddenly she felt him move in front of her and the next thing she knew her world tipped—literally—and she was being carried over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Whatever I want,” he said putting a big palm on her right butt cheek.
Yeah, she couldn’t argue with that assessment of the situation.
Oh, sure, she could scream, kick, run, try to get away. But then she might actually get away which, she was honest enough to admit, was the last thing she really wanted.
Twenty minutes later she’d changed her mind.
She was handcuffed to a chair in the kitchen area of Sabrina and Marc’s RV.
Luke sat in the driver’s seat. Driving. Away from Justice.
She’d tried everything to get him to free her. She’d even offered him a blow job.
He’d turned the radio up at that point and hadn’t turned it down since.
She saw the sign for Martinsburg—he’d removed the blindfold as soon as she was secured to the chair—so she knew they were headed east.
Finally she sighed. Whatever he had planned, he was winning so far. The farther they got from Justice the lower her chances were of hitchhiking back or calling for a ride.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going at least?” she yelled over Green Day’s latest hit.
He leaned forward and lowered the volume. “Nashville.” Apparently he could hear better than he’d let on.
Then she focused on what he’d said. Nashville? Well, of course they were going to Nashville.
Son of a bitch. She tugged on the bindings at her wrists. He was kidnapping her to Nashville.