Good morning! Bound to You releases today in ebook for 2.99. This is a very sexy, longer length novella in the One Night of Passion series. AND the entire first chapter of Exposed to You, the second novel in the series, is included with the novella! Very excited about that. Here’s a bit from Bound to You to wet your appetite. 🙂

Darkness can arouse the senses…

John Corcoran loved the isolation of the Shawnee National Forest with the crisp spring air, the sounds of nature, and the bracing scent of pine. Isolation is what movie star Jennifer Turner craved as well, an escape that only a weekend hike, a long and blissful distance from Hollywood, could provide.

Yesterday, they were strangers—until a fateful accident, deep in the forest and far from civilization, throws them together and plunges them both into darkness. For Jennifer it is as unnerving as the night itself, trapped in such close quarters with a man as mysterious as John. He is alpha: bold, rough, and masculine, but with a scent of firewood and spice she finds intoxicating.

In the dark, Jennifer’s nightmares spring to life. The only way to vanquish them is by submitting to blind, naked need. Now, as intimately close as a man and a woman can be, they find themselves alone, battling fear and vulnerability. Only an unexpected passion will comfort them—a sensual, raw experience from which neither is certain they want to be rescued. Read the rest of this entry »

It’s that time of year again, time to load up the car with all my promo items and my gift basket and…shoes and head to Cincy for Lori Foster’s annual reader get together! If you’re going to the event or to the Saturday book signing, please come say hello!

Other than that, I’m working away fiendishly on this super exciting secret project (more to come!) and enjoying the nice outdoor weather. I’m also looking forward to my One Night of Passion novella, Bound to You, to come out next Tuesday!

Boy, time really does fly when you’re having fun. 🙂

Have a great weekend!

This week’s adult only excerpt comes from Bound to You, by Bethany Kane (a pen name I use for the One Night of Passion series). Bound to You is a super sexy and highly romantic novella that releases as a Berkley eSpecial, June 5! Get ready to get some steam rising from those reading devices! 🙂

John Corcoran loved the isolation of the Shawnee National Forest with the crisp spring air, the sounds of nature, and the bracing scent of pine. Isolation is what movie star Jennifer Turner craved as well, an escape that only a weekend hike, a long and blissful distance from Hollywood, could provide.

Yesterday, they were strangers—until a fateful accident, deep in the forest and far from civilization, throws them together and plunges them both into darkness. For Jennifer it is as unnerving as the night itself, trapped in such close quarters with a man as mysterious as John. He is alpha: bold, rough, and masculine, but with a scent of firewood and spice she finds intoxicating.

In the dark, Jennifer’s nightmares spring to life. The only way to vanquish them is by submitting to blind, naked need. Now, as intimately close as a man and a woman can be, they find themselves alone, battling fear and vulnerability. Only an unexpected passion will comfort them—a sensual, raw experience from which neither is certain they want to be rescued.

ADULT only excerpt, Bound to You
by Bethany Kane

He had a very refined sense of smell and taste. He’d been known to turn down many women because he couldn’t abide their scent in his nose. Sighted men said something similar in regard to how a woman struck their eyes, but John was all about scent, taste and touch.

Jennifer tasted like clean water flavored with just a hint of something sweet, like raspberries. If her mouth was this good, her skin would be a delicious. Her pussy would be a decadent treat. He sought out more of her flavor, sweeping his tongue into that warm, wet cavern. His cock felt like a lead pipe in his jeans. She did something to him on the most basic level, and he liked it.

He ran his hands along her sides, detailing her shape more boldly than he had during her massage, tracing the swell from waist to hip to buttock. Women were a miracle to his shaping hands—the way they flowed, the way their flesh molded to his palm, how they sighed in response to his caresses. Jennifer was delicate and small, and he was big and robust, but it was as if she’d been tailor-made to fit his hands.

He closed his hands on her ass cheeks and lifted, desperate for the sensation of her pussy against his cock. Her feet left the ground and she wrapped her legs around him. Pleasure socked him from groin to gut when he sensed her heat penetrate his jeans. Maybe she had a similar reaction, because she started tearing at his shirt buttons.

After a few buttons however, she gave up and reached for his waistband. He put her feet back on the ground to give her better room to maneuver. He usually liked to be the one to control the pace of lovemaking, but his cock didn’t seem to care in what manner it got to Jennifer, as long as it made contact somehow. She made fast work of his button fly. He was a little stunned by her enthusiasm but far too horny to complain. He helped her get his jeans down to his thighs, but froze when she dropped to her knees.

“No. Let me be the one to make you forget,” he rasped.

“This will make me forget everything.”

He straightened slowly as she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. He was so hard she had to stretch the band to get it over his balls and the root of his cock. He was riding down his right thigh, but his cock sprung up at an angle when she finally freed him of his briefs. Even the air seemed to have weight on the sensitive skin.

He bit off a hiss when he felt five cool, skimming, teasing fingertips along the surface of his steaming cock. A shiver went through him when she tested the weight of his balls. The tiny moan in her throat told him she was pleased by what she felt. She fisted him at the base of his cock. His buttocks squeezed tight in anticipation.

A shudder went through him when she sucked the head into her slippery, warm mouth. She moved her fist, jacking him from root to her lips while she took a moment to lick the crown.

“That’s right. Learn my shape. Learn it good,” he muttered. She pressed harder with her tongue, following his instruction, detailing the ridge just beneath the head, prodding firmly against the fleshy cap and running the tip along the sensitive slit. He made a strangled sound and cradled her head in his hands. Her hair felt smooth and light against his furrowing fingers. He gave just the slightest nudge and she sucked him farther into her mouth.

He pulsed his hips gently, getting a nice friction along the shaft while she accustomed herself to his girth. His entire awareness narrowed down to the feeling of his cock surrounded by her warm, wet, sucking mouth. Part of him couldn’t believe it was happening—Jennifer Turner was giving him head. Another part—a much larger part—was too submerged in sensation to care if the experience was real or fantasy.

She ducked her head and consumed several more inches, gave him a hot caress with her squeezing lips to the crown, and sunk down the shaft again, this time taking even more of his cock into her mouth.

Aw, Jesus. She really knew how to suck cock.

Because she was so adept, he gave her control for a while and relished a sweet, raunchy ride. She sucked with precision and force, using her hand and mouth to ideal effect, but there was nothing mechanical about her movements. He’d never experienced a woman’s hunger so acutely—felt it along the pulsing shaft of his cock, aching in his balls, tightening his ass and swelling like a sexual hunger in his belly. With every pass, down and up, down and up, she took him deeper, her lips clamping him like a firm vise, the steady suction she applied making him grit his teeth to keep control. A thrill of anticipation went through him each time her lips caressed the sweet spot on the underside of his cock and pleasure prickled up his spine.

“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you’d better stop now,” he mumbled after a while.

Her reply to him was resoundingly clear. She bobbed her head up and down the length of his cock more energetically. He muttered a curse and withdrew one of his hands from her head. He fisted the base of his cock and withdrew it from her mouth as she slid down the length. Her suction was so taut, it made a wet popping sound when it cleared her lips.

He grimaced, the deprivation of her warm mouth striking him like a physical blow.

“If you want it so much, grant me the pleasure of giving it to you,” he said gruffly.

Bound to You, a (lengthy) novella in the One Night of Passion series by Bethany Kane, available June 5 from Berkley eSpecial for 2.99!

On June 5, BOUND TO YOU, a novella in the One Night of Passion series will release as an eSpecial from Berkley. BOUND TO YOU takes place within the vicinity of Rill and Katie Pierce’s (from ADDICTED TO YOU) home within the hills of the Shawnee National Forest, and we even learn a bit about what the couple are up to these days.

Actress Jennifer Turner is considered to be by many one of the most beautiful women in the world, but for John Corcoran, who is blind, her looks hardly matter. He’s long been an admirer of her low, sexy voice, however; not that he thinks she’d ever give a blind chiropractor a second thought.

When the two of them fall into a deep sinkhole in the midst of the forest, they are forced to strip away all facade and rely on one another for survival. Jennifer has a secret: she’s deathly afraid of the dark, and for good reason. John lives day in and day out in darkness, however. In her fear, Jennifer begs the sexy, utterly masculine woodsman to make her forget her terror using one tool–blind, raw passion. He complies, and in the darkness, Jennifer learns to see–and feel–what truly matters.

Like many authors of erotic romance, I find it an exciting challenge to write a novella that provides the intense eroticism plus the believable emotional attachment and growing love between the hero and heroine that most readers want. It’s certainly what I would want in a story, no matter if it’s 30K words or 90K words long. Hopefully I’ve succeeded with Bound to You. I can’t wait to hear if you agree.

Oh, and one other bonus! The entire first chapter of EXPOSED TO YOU, the second novel in the One Night of Passion series, starring the sexiest man alive, Everett Hughes (Katie’s brother) will be included in BOUND TO YOU! Just a heads up that in my opinion, Exposed to You contains one of my most favorite and sexiest first chapters I’ve ever written. I really tried to plunge the reader right into the heart of things in it. 🙂

Check out an Excerpt for Bound to You here.
Pre-order at Amazon for 2.99
Pre-order at Barnes and Noble for 2.99

I was in the mood to post a steamy excerpt, just because. 🙂 So here’s an (adult only) excerpt from the re-released, Wicked Burn.

Excerpt

She reached for him, but he stopped her by grabbing both of her wrists, then transferring both of them to one hand. The feeling of her small, cool hands on his body had enflamed him earlier. Vic didn’t think he could take it right now and maintain his control. He pushed her wrists down over her head at the same time that he reached between her thighs.

He watched her face while he burrowed his fingers through damp, silky pubic hair, dipping into the warm cream of her pussy before he spread the abundant moisture between her labia, sliding and pressing against her clit.

Her back arched up off the bed. She squirmed frantically at the restraint of his binding hand.
But he only gripped her wrists and held her tighter. He played a hard, ruthless rhythm with his fingers, plucking and strumming the nerve-packed flesh until the tension in her body broke and she cried out sharply in stunned ecstasy. Two of his fingers plunged into her tight sheath. He watched her intently as her body clamped and convulsed around him.

She was ready for him so quickly. It excited him to know that she was as hungry for him at that moment as he was for her. He stretched, reaching for a condom in the drawer of his bedside table. His excitement to be inside her made him roll it on his cock in record-breaking time.

Without a word he spread her thighs and arrowed into her. Her body resisted him, but he was crazed by the sensation of her hot, narrow channel as it enclosed the thick head
of his penis.

“You’re tight,” he grated. He held the base of his cock with one hand, working it into her clamping channel with subtle up-and-down motions while his hips provided a
steady, hard pressure. She moaned, still in the aftershocks of her climax. Her slender body undulating and straining against him made him desperate. He thrust.

Hard.

He might have been half-crazed with lust, but he paused when he heard her cry out. His cock had burrowed less than half its length into her.

“Shhh, try to relax, baby,” he soothed. His head dropped next to hers. He pressed hot kisses along her neck, pausing to run the elegant strand of pearls that she wore between his
lips, licking at the smooth globes lightly before he nipped at her tender skin. Her lips were parted when he found them, the taste between them sweet and addictive. His cock throbbed painfully inside of her as his tongue sank into her
warm cavern.

Pearls and honey.

She was driving him right over the edge.

Wicked Burn, available now in mass market paperback and ebook

I received the cover for my upcoming Harlequin book in the Home to Harbor Town series, One in a Billion. This is Deidre’s story, and one that I hope you’ll love.

Look for One in a Billion in stores the last week of July and in ebook August 1st!

In other news, I’ve been working on an as of yet still top secret, new project. Shhhh. I’m so excited about this innovative idea and have such high hopes that it will be a unique and very satisfying reading experience for you. Stay tuned for more news!

The release of my first Berkley eSpecial in the One Night of Passion series (under Bethany Kane) comes out June 5! Stay tuned for more about Bound to You and a contest (or some sort of fun) here at my blog.

If you haven’t yet grabbed Gateway to Heaven yet for free, now is the time to do it. It’s only still available free at Amazon, but that will change very soon. 🙂

Hope you are enjoying your spring and reading some good books!

~Beth

I have a new cover for my very sexy One Night of Passion novella coming out June 5, 2012! (Yes, just around the corner. This cover came late!)

John Corcoran loved the isolation of the Shawnee National Forest with the crisp spring air, the sounds of nature, and the bracing scent of pine. Isolation is what movie star Jennifer Turner craved as well, an escape that only a weekend hike, a long and blissful distance from Hollywood, could provide.

Yesterday, they were strangers—until a fateful accident, deep in the forest and far from civilization, throws them together and plunges them both into darkness. For Jennifer it is as unnerving as the night itself, trapped in such close quarters with a man as mysterious as John. He is alpha: bold, rough, and masculine, but with a scent of firewood and spice she finds intoxicating.

In the dark, Jennifer’s nightmares spring to life. The only way to vanquish them is by submitting to blind, naked need. Now, as intimately close as a man and a woman can be, they find themselves alone, battling fear and vulnerability. Only an unexpected passion will comfort them—a sensual, raw experience from which neither is certain they want to be rescued.

Read an Excerpt

I’m very excited that Wicked Burn re-releases today. If you haven’t read it yet, or if you take a re-read, I hope you will let me know your thoughts.

Now, here’s a first taste of Wicked Burn!

Excerpt

His dark brown hair fell over his brow as he bent to retrieve a bottle from a lower shelf. When he stood, her gaze brushed appreciatively across his ridged abdomen, the sweep of his wide shoulders, and the hard, delineated muscles of his upper arm. Most of the men that she knew would have put on a shirt in this situation. But Niall was glad that he hadn’t. He was such a beautiful, sinuous male animal that it seemed a shame to cover his body.

He never responded to her attempt at small talk, but Niall found that his silence didn’t make her feel awkward. When he handed her a glass through the window, she held it up in a brief salute and took a drink. Her sensual appreciation of the taste must have shown on her face, because he gave a small smile before he took a swallow of his own. Heat expanded in Niall’s lower belly at the sight of the muscular movement of his throat.

“You approve,” he stated rather than asked.

Niall blinked. Had he been reading her mind? A modicum of common sense returned to her, however, and she realized that he’d been referring to the liquor, not his beautiful body.

“I don’t drink much, but when I do, I’m a Scotch drinker. This happens to be my favorite brand,” Niall said. She realized that her voice had become unintentionally husky as she stared at his mouth. His upper front tooth slightly overlapped the one next to it. She thought of what it would feel like to run her tongue over that sexy little imperfection, and then wondered how many women he encountered every day who had the exact same fantasy.

She forced her eyes away from him and transferred her gaze to the windows. It unnerved her, this strong, unprecedented physical reaction to him. She felt awkward and foolish, like a gangly teenage girl.

She took a deep, uneven breath and tried to focus on what she saw. His apartment faced east, granting him a spectacular panoramic view of Chicago. The lights of the high-rises shimmered in the black, winding river. The Riverview Towers offered their residents every luxury and convenience: a concierge, a dry cleaner, grocery delivery, shopping, and a central location in downtown Chicago. Residents and the corporations for which they worked paid sky-high prices for the flexibility and conveniences of the apartments. But to Niall the temporary residences felt depressingly sterile. She longed for the stability of a home again.

“So what’s your excuse for staying in this god-awful place?” she asked him when he came around the corner into the living room. She glanced up when he leaned his hip against the counter next to where she sat on a stool.

“I’m working in the city for a while. I sleep here Tuesday through Thursday nights and drive home on Friday.”

“To the suburbs?” Niall asked as she took another sip of Scotch. With him standing and her sitting, her eye level was at his chest. His nipples were dark brown and even more
erect than she’d speculated when he was feet away from her instead of inches. She inhaled slowly, and the male scent that she recalled all too well from sharing the elevator with him filled her senses, more subtle, but nevertheless more potent, than the fumes of the Scotch.

The desire that he’d awakened in her reared its head, causing a shimmering sensation of heat to spread along her tailbone, only to surge and swell at her sex, liquefying her in a matter of seconds. His singular gray eyes flickered down to her lap when she stirred restlessly on her stool.

“I have a farm downstate. You?”

She blinked. “Oh . . . I’m waiting for my condominium to be ! finished. Hopefully, I’ll be out of here in a month or two, but they keep putting me off.” She shrugged and gave a shaky laugh. “It could be worse. I work downtown at the Chicago Metropolitan Museum of Fine Art, so Riverview Towers are convenient. If it weren’t for the fact that I feel like I live in a beige and white nightmare, things would be great,” she added with a chuckle.

“What’s your name?”

She paused in her mirth. “Oh, sorry. I’m Niall. Niall Chandler.”

She started to put out her hand for a friendly handshake but paused in surprise when he began to laugh. “What’s so funny?” she asked in amazement.

He set his drink on the counter as he stilled his mirth.

“Your name. You’re the most feminine thing I’ve ever seen in my life, and you’ve got a boy’s name.”

Niall inhaled sharply. He was usually so terse and impassive that it unsettled her to hear him compliment her—for that was undoubtedly what it had been, given the warm, husky tone of his deep voice.

Her anxiety mounted when he took her glass from her stiff hand and set it next to his on the counter.

“I’m Vic.” His hand rose to cradle her chin, lifting her face until she met his gaze. Niall’s pulse throbbed madly at her throat when she saw the heat in his gray eyes as they fixed on her
mouth.

“Now that we’ve got that out of the way . . .” His head dropped slowly. “Let’s get down to the good stuff, Niall.”

Wicked Burn, Available in mass market paperback, May 1.

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