Welcome Anne Rainey!

It's time to welcome our first guest of honour to the party - the very exciting Anne Rainey! Anne and I share an editor at Samhain Publishing, but she's also published with Ellora's Cave, Red Sage and Kensington. I'm delighted to have her with us today - welcome, Anne!

Anne Rainey’s Wild Life

<takes a sip of white zinfandel>

So, the life of an erotic romance author is pretty straight forward. To start with we all have the beauty of a goddess and the sex drive of a teenage boy. We can type as fast as any sixteen year old girl with a cell phone and we have the winning smile of a Hollywood starlet.

What are we doing when we aren’t writing? To begin with we keep a stable of beautiful men whose only concern is our happiness. Our men are hand picked. They go through a rigorous interview process, which includes running an obstacle course while naked. They must know each and every way to pleasure a woman. Failing this last task will get you tied to a wall and flogged.

<pours a bit more wine>

Okay, I know what you’re thinking. Living in erotic bliss, having our every demand met must be pretty great, right? Well, we aren’t a greedy lot, of course. Why do you think we put pen to paper? We spread our happiness in the only way we know how—through our wicked stories. Ah, there are so many delicious men in our stables and so little time to give them all stories of their own.

<giggles> “Jonas, stop kissing my neck! It tickles.”

Really, Jonas Phoenix is such a sweetie, but he’s absolutely insatiable! You should have seen how happy he was after he read his story, Pleasure Bound. Or, more specifically chapter thirteen of Pleasure Bound. He thanked me in the most delicious way possible.

<releases a contented sigh>

Um, where was I? Oh, yea, my wild life of sex, stable boys, wine and chocolate. So, there you have it. The truth at last. I shop at Victoria’s Secret, own a stable of sexy, muscular men. I have bubble baths every single night. I eat only the finest chocolate money can buy. Yep, all true. My exotic life is one big party. 

<winks at Jonas>

Lord have mercy that man has great hands. Why, just last night he gave me a full body massage. Left me positively panting, let me tell ya.

Um, anyone here buying this load of crap? No? Okay, the truth is that erotic romance authors are moms, wives and daughters. We have dirty dishes, piles of laundry and errands to run. A good day is meeting our word count AND getting the dinner on the table on time.

The thing is, writing naughty stories does tend to be a blast. I love every second of it! I love reading them too. Some of my keepers: Wicked Pleasures by Lora Leigh, One Dark Night by Jaid Black, and Standing in the Shadows by Shannon McKenna—to name just a few.

Now, what are some of your favorite erotic romance stories?  

Also, here’s the blurb for Pleasure Bound, which releases October 25^th! (and yes, Jonas Phoenix is quite wickedly delicious. That part of my story is true, hehe)

Pre-order here:

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Blurb:

When Desire Burns This Hot...
With his sexy smile and rock-hard body, P.I. Jonas Phoenix is used to having women flock to his bed. But these days there's only one woman Jonas wants-and she won't give him the time of day.

The Only Choice...
Deanna Harrison knows she can't fight her attraction to Jonas forever, but she's looking for more than a fling. So Jonas issues Deanna a challenge: give him one weekend at his Miami beach house to win her over. No strings attached. No limitations.

Is Surrender...
Once in Miami, the sexual tension erupts as Deanna finally lets go-and lets Jonas pleasure her in ways she's only dreamed of. But while their bond grows stronger, danger lurks close by-and it could be deadly for them both...

Note:  Pleasure Bound is connected to So Sensitive. You can read the prologue and first chapter of So Sensitive here: http://annerainey.com/bookshelf/so-sensitive

Adult Excerpt from Pleasure Bound:

Jonas tore himself out of his thoughts and sprinted toward the front door. His entire body went from zero to sixty as he glanced through the peephole. It seemed to take a shitload of time to unlock the door and get it open. When he did, Jonas nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight that greeted him.

Deanna stood in the hallway wearing a short black dress and a pair of the sexiest black pumps he’d ever seen on a woman. Attractive didn’t begin to describe her. Long legs, silky dark hair spilling down over her shoulders, and curves in all the right places. His hands itched to reach out and touch.

“Deanna,” he said by way of greeting.

She planted one hand on her hip and clutched a small black purse in the other. “Are you going to let me in or what?”

Jonas grinned at her sullen expression and stepped back to give her room to enter. After she was inside, he shut and locked the door. Deanna looked around the room; no doubt the interior designer in her was hard at work measuring up his furnishings. He, on the other hand, was busy measuring her up. Such a sweet ass. 

What he’d love to do to that delicious body part alone. Yum.

“Uh, I told you I needed a decorator, so don’t complain if it’s not up to par.”

She turned, halting his little fantasy. “It’s not so bad.”

“It’s ugly as hell and we both know it.”

Their gazes clashed. “I didn’t come here to talk about your couch.”

Jonas moved closer, noticing the way her spine stiffened. “I was hoping not,” he murmured. “And?”

“I’ll come to Miami with you.”

She said it so fast; Jonas had to take a second before the full meaning of her words hit him. “Be sure, Deanna. Be damn sure.”

She nodded and placed her palms against his chest. “I am. I’m through denying myself.”

He kept his hands at his sides and willed himself to stay calm. “I won’t hurt you, kitten. I’m not Gary.”

“I know you aren’t, but I’m not the fling type of woman, Jonas. I don’t do casual sex.”

“Good,” he growled. “There’s nothing casual about what I feel for you.”

Jonas wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him, needing to feel her curves and valleys; then he tasted her as if he had all night. He licked her lips, and they parted for him. He thrust his tongue in and fucked her hot mouth. Her soft, pliable flesh against his hard body made him crazy with need. She was a drug to him. At that moment, Jonas knew he would do anything, say anything, to be inside of her sweet heat. The idea that she had so much control over him pissed him off.

Jonas lifted his head and stared down at her closed eyes and flushed face. He took in the scoop neckline of her dress and the tops of her heaving mounds of flesh that were exposed. Christ, what he wouldn’t give to tug the material a few inches south, to see her tits all plump and soft and ready to be suckled. He ached to wrap his lips around her nipples and nibble on them with his teeth. Bending his knees, Jonas lifted her into his arms and strode toward the couch.

Her eyes shot open when he sat her down in the center. He saw realization dawn in their pretty depths. “W-what are you doing?”

“Giving you a taste of what you’ll get in Miami.”

 “Jonas, please.”

He wasn’t certain whether she was pleading for him to continue or let her get up and leave. Jonas bent down and kissed her again, tasting her sweetness. He lifted an inch and asked, “Please what, Deanna?”

She buried her fingers in his hair and tugged him forward. “Please kiss me again.”

“Mmm, my pleasure, kitten.” He tilted her head back, forcing her to look at him as he covered her mouth with his. She let out a little whimper. “You’ve been driving me crazy,” he whispered between kisses. “I’ve been a pain in the ass all week because I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He kissed his way over her chin and lower. When his lips found the jumpy vein in her neck, he licked and sucked. Deanna’s fingers tightened, 

pulling almost painfully at his hair. “Soon I’m going to kiss every inch of you. I’m going to fill you up.” Jonas went to his knees in front of her and took hold of the hem of her dress. “Until then, until Miami, there’s this…”

“Jonas, what are you doing to me?” she asked in a voice gone husky with her arousal.

“I’ve been dying to taste you,” he answered. Deanna’s eyes rounded and fire sparked to life in their brown 

depths. “Lift up a little for me. Prove to me that you want this.”

When she quickly complied, Jonas’s dick hardened. He slipped her dress upward a few inches, not quite exposing her panties. The satin of her lightly tanned skin beckoned him. Lowering his head, Jonas kissed a little mole high on her inner thigh. “Jesus, you have the sexiest legs I’ve ever seen.” When he pushed the dress up to her waist, exposing a black, silky thong, Jonas’s dick wept with joy. “Goddamn, that’s hot.”

She started to protest, and he could see the way her cheeks bloomed pink at his erotic words. He didn’t know how experienced Deanna was, but he suspected she was way too innocent for the likes of him. Not that it mattered, because he wasn’t going anywhere.

Jonas fingered the leg band of the thong and hummed his approval. “Did you wear this for me, Deanna?” She licked her lips and stayed silent. Her gaze ate him up, though. If she only knew what that look was doing to his self-control, she’d get up and run.

Not willing to give her too much time to rethink her decision, Jonas tugged the little black scrap of material to one side, baring her pussy for the first time…

Today, Anne is giving away a print copy of her newest release at Kensington, So Sensitive, AND an ebook of the winner's choice! To enter the draw, answer her question above: What are some of your favorite erotic romance stories? Or comment on her post in some other way. The contest will close at midnight tonight and the winner will be announced tomorrow on this thread.