A Warm Welcome to Janet Mullany

Janet Mullany, granddaughter of an Edwardian housemaid, was born in England but now lives near Washington, DC. Her debut book was Dedication, the only Signet Regency to have two bondage scenes (and which was reissued with even more sex in April 2012 from Loose-Id). Her next book, The Rules of Gentility (HarperCollins 2007) was acquired by Little Black Dress (UK) for whom she wrote three more Regency chicklits, A Most Lamentable Comedy, Improper Relations, and Mr. Bishop and the Actress. Her career as a writer who does terrible things to Jane Austen began in 2010 with the publication of Jane and the Damned (HarperCollins), and Jane Austen: Blood Persuasion (2011) about Jane as a vampire, and a modern retelling of Emma, Little to Hex Her, in the anthology Bespelling Jane Austen headlined by Mary Balogh.

She also writes contemporary erotic fiction for Harlequin, Tell Me More (2011) and Hidden Paradise (September, 2012).
Here's Janet's latest release:

The Malorie Phoenix by Janet Mullany 
BLURB: Benedict de Malorie, Earl of Trevisan, can never forget the masked woman he met one night at a London pleasure garden. The clever pickpocket stole his heart and his family's prized jewel – the Malorie Phoenix. But the family treasure reappears in Benedict's darkest hour, returned by its thief, along with the unexpected gift of his infant daughter. 

Believing that she is dying, Jenny Smith leaves her daughter in the custody of the baby’s blueblood father. Seven years later she finds herself in good health and alone, yearning for her only child. To raise enough money to support them both, she takes part in a daring escapade that requires her to impersonate a woman of quality. She fools the ton and Benedict himself.

When Jenny finds herself entangled in a murderous plot against Benedict, the father of her child, her carefully laid plans begin to fall apart. All she wants is her daughter back, but she never thought she'd fall in love with Benedict. Revealing her part in the plot means she will almost certainly lose Benedict and their daughter forever. But continuing to play her role puts them all in terrible danger.

Before treating us to an excerpt, Janet Reveals:
From where do you get inspiration and what inspired you to write The Malorie Phoenix?

The Malorie Phoenix is based mostly on a manuscript that finaled in the 2003 Golden Heart. I recycled the hero and the villain but I recycled the heroine from another ms. I’m very big on recycling, sometimes hunting through fragments to find one sentence I can’t bear to waste. I became fascinated with the idea of a heroine originally from a very poor background impersonating a gentlewoman. How could she get away with it? Why wouldn’t anyone recognize her? What would she need to know and how would she learn?

In a couple of sentences, describe the hero’s character.  What do you like best/least about him?

Benedict de Malorie inherited his title unexpectedly and under tragic circumstances, and on the worst night of his life discovered he had an infant daughter to care for. He’s determined to protect his name and family honor and do his best for those in his care. It’s only that he’s so proud and sarcastic (like most of my heroes) that stops him being absolutely unbearably perfect. And, oh yeah, he’s hot. What’s not to love … well, I don’t like that he’s an aristocrat. I prefer to write about commoners now, but then I was trying to crack the romance code.

And the heroine? How do you relate to her?

Jenny Smith is a survivor in a time when women and the poor are of little account and steals and lies to make a living. She makes the terrible decision to give her child into the care of the baby’s father when she thinks she’s dying. And later she’ll do almost anything to get her daughter back. I loved the idea of having a very low born woman masquerade as a woman of quality, and had to come up with a plausible backstory to make it possible.

What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your books?

A sense that they’ve been moved and entertained, and that the characters will stay with them for a while. And naturally that they’ll rush out to buy my backlist! I think one of the things we’ve lost with ebooks is that you can no longer press a book into someone’s hands and say “You must read this!” It’s a shame.

What do you think are the main ingredients for a successful book?

Strong writing. I can forgive a lot if the writing has style and flair. I tend to judge books by how well they distract me on my commute (by Washington DC Metro). If I miss a stop, that’s a very good book. If I get on the wrong line because I’m reading at the station and not paying attention and don’t notice until it’s too late, that’s an excellent book.

Have you ever suffered from writer's block?

I don’t suffer from writer’s block as such—I can always squeeze something out knowing I can go back and clean it up later. I think it’s important to keep the story going, if necessary jumping ahead and returning later. The most successful writers I know are ones who regularly write a couple thousand words a day: productivity is so important in genre fiction. A kitchen timer set for 20 minutes works for me, as does having music playing. It’s a wonderful feeling when the words just flow, but it can be hard to get to that point.

What is the best writing advice you have ever received?

I’ll turn this around by saying that hearing “You can’t do that in a romance,” and ignoring it and doing it anyway because I knew it was right was the best writing advice I gave myself. The other advice, which I knew instinctively, was to read, and read very widely, something I’d done for years before I started writing. It’s the way you develop your voice, and you get a feel for what works in fiction and what doesn’t.

What can we look forward to from you in the near future?

My next book is an erotic contemporary from Harlequin, Hidden Paradise in September 2012. It’s about an Austen-themed resort where people lose their inhibitions and their authentic Regency clothes. What happens at Paradise Hall stays in Paradise Hall!

What was your favourite book as a child/teen/adult? Are you currently reading anything?

I loved the Narnia books by C.S. Lewis. I still do, despite their heavy handed religious message (and sexism, racism, you name it). I’m currently reading Mrs. Robinson’s Disgrace: The Private Diary of a Victorian Lady by Kate Summerscale. It’s about how things were changing for women in the mid nineteenth century when the divorce laws changed, and how a middle-aged, middle-class woman kept a diary of her love affairs.

What is your culinary speciality?

I make very good bread. I find getting my hands in dough very calming and the process is always surprising and wonderful. I blogged about it here. http://riskyregencies.blogspot.com/2012/03/all-about-bread.html

Now A Taste of Janet:

She recognized him immediately although he had changed. The man who stood there was taller, a little broader in the shoulder, with a wary, damaged look in his eyes—a man who had reason to mistrust the world. His hair sprang back from his brow as she remembered, a streak of white where seven years ago she had seen the raw red of a burn.

"Ladies." He bowed. His voice was as she remembered, deep, resonant, beautiful.
 "You are come at a happy time, Trevisan. Look who has arrived this hour from the Continent!"
 He straightened, his golden eyes cold as he looked at her. "Indeed. The lost lamb is returned to the fold."
He looked down to one side as a small figure stepped from behind him. "Ladies, I should like to introduce my daughter, Miss Sarah de Malorie."
My friends call me Malorie.
His face softened as he placed one hand on the child's shoulder. She looked at them with solemn eyes beneath a cloud of dark curls.
Her eyes had changed color, now the same dark-rimmed golden eyes of her father, and her face echoed his, in a smaller and more feminine form—the promise of high cheekbones above childishly rounded cheeks. Jenny remembered the cloudy blue eyes of an infant who had just learned to smile, the wide stretch of her tiny pink mouth. Forgive me.
Beside Jenny, Mrs. Stanley sucked her breath in sharply. "Good afternoon." Sarah's voice was soft and sweet. She looked at her father for approval. None of the Stanley family moved. Jenny stepped forward. "Good afternoon, Sarah."Her daughter hesitated before an answering smile lit up her face. She tucked one foot behind the other and dropped a neat, elegant curtsy.
Forgive me.

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A Warm Welcome to Karen Cote

Karen Cote lives in a California Castle with Prince Charming and a Magnificent Black Stallion. Okay, it’s a bungalow, a corporate husband and a small black pug who totes a sense of humor and lotsa attitude. But it is her dream. A real life dream to inspire the romantic suspense novels she writes.

Karen’s romantic suspense novel, Erotic Deception, published by MuseItUp, attracted a wealth of 5 star reviews many of which are listed at Amazon click links .

Here’s the blurb:

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Dr. Lily Delaney is running from her ex-fiancé who just happens to be the District Attorney for Kansas City. He also happens to be as crooked as can be. Each minute she spends in Kansas City is one more minute that she is closer to ending up just like her brother. Dead! Leaving Kansas City, she heads for her deceased brother's sanctuary and runs headlong into... ...Sheriff Jet Walker takes one look at the bombshell that ruined his cruiser and knows Lily is trouble. With her lusciously sassy mouth, he is not sure whether he should be handcuffing her to arrest her or handcuffing her, pushing her skirt up, and taking her where she stands. As Lily tries to come up with one story after another about why she caused an accident, Jet knows his calm, quiet town has most certainly been disrupted... ...As has his libido. Jet is the type who does not believe in happily ever after. Ever since his ex-wife messed with his heart in a horribly deceiving manner, the sheriff has found that no-strings-attached flings are the way to go. But there is something different about Lily. Her outer beauty is matched by her inner beauty and Jet starts to hope that he might be able to have that relationship that some of his friends have found. But before he can declare any feelings, new information comes to light. It has the sheriff wondering if he has finally found someone who fills that void and soothes his erotic lusts or if Lily has just proven once and for all that when it comes to his heart, it always seems to fall for that...Erotic Deception

Romance…It’s Complicated

When Karen’s not writing Romantic Suspense, she’s bringing her characters to life on her amazing talking website. Meet Karen's Talking Avatars as they talk about her new release, interviews with Award-Winning Authors and Reader's Choice Picks @ www.karencote.tv

More recently, Karen’s short story Seven Deadly Sins featured in the anthology Writers on the Wrong Side of the Road
View the trailer for Seven Deadly Sins at http://karencotetv.blogspot.co.uk/

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Check out the other stories in Writers on the Wrong Side of the Road and be sure to take a peek at some of the partial reviews listed from Amazon click link.


'We took away the rules and let them write whatever the hell they liked' 

HOLD-UP by Lucille Robinson   A rapist learns why crime doesn’t pay—will he survive the lesson?    
Partial Review on Amazon: This story is thoughtful and well-written. I liked the premise a lot, but would have liked to have read more. The ending was justifiably abrupt, but it did leave the story feeling somehow incomplete. Nonetheless, it's a good, short read.
JUDGMENT DAY by Angelika Devlyn   An injured woman falls into the hands of a psychic psychopath.
FOR ART’S SAKE by Elizabeth Coldwell   Just what is Danni prepared to do for Art’s Sake?    
Partial Review on Amazon: I don't claim spanking as one of my turn-ons, but I enjoyed this erotic piece all the same. The story is well-written and cohesive and moves to a satisfying ending.
SIMON SEEKS by Nathan L. Yocum   Gotta find someone, go to Simon Craig. But don’t get on his bad side.   
Partial Review on Amazon: This story is executed beautifully, offering creative visuals and awesome depth to details other authors might leave mundane. The only disappointing part is the ending, which seems far too abrupt for such an otherwise meticulously laid out story. I wanted to read more.
THE BAREFOOT HERO by Tim Fleming   Grieving man stumbles upon a remarkable form of heroism.    
Partial Review on Amazon: The Barefoot Hero" brought tears to my eyes. The story is bittersweet, tragic, and brilliantly written. The characterization is deep and thoughtful, leading to a conclusion that is as painful as it is gratifying. A lovely story.
THE JOURNEY by Megan Johns   A complex woman—wife and mother, has a most surprising secret.
TRIONA’S BEANS by Casey Wolf and Paivi Kuosmanen   Teenage girl saves a world between first and last dinner call.
THE MEAL by Mike Brecon   Reality TV at its ugliest and most brazen.
SEVEN DEADLY SINS by Karen Cote’   He won’t stop. There must be seven to forgive his own sins.
THE SMILE IN HER EYES by John B. Rosenman   Can a young girl and an old man find love in an intolerant society?    Partial Review on Amazon: Very well-written and creepy on many subtle fronts, "The Smile in her Eyes" reads like Lolita in The Twilight Zone. Pay attention to every little detail when you read this story or you'll miss out on its full brilliance.
SLUMFAIRY by Tonya Moore   A jaded mercenary is enlightened by her strange world.
TAKE TWO by Kit St. Germain   Post-apocalyptic humour, Canadian style
MALPAS (Novella) by Marion De Sisto   Her invisible & insatiable dream lover wants things his way. Not likely!
Read more reviews at Amazon click link

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A Warm Welcome to Tina Donahue


Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose one of her erotic romances as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for one of her erotic romances, and two of her titles received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company

Today Tina is showcasing  her erotic romance Sinfully Wicked



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Two brothers—one woman—unforgettable passion…

Years before, Nikki fell in love with Mitch and Connor, only to ultimately betray them both. Now she’s back and

 in need of their help.

 Powerful and commanding, Mitch has never stopped craving Nikki. Connor hungers for her just as badly, but isn’t ready to forgive. If she needs some fast cash by working at their gentlemen’s club, she’ll have to audition—by stripping for them.

Aroused by their shameless scrutiny, Nikki’s willing to do whatever it takes to be near them again…even if that means being punished in the BDSM room or starring in one of Connor’s erotic films. Mitch won’t have it, unless he and Connor are the ones enjoying her body.

On a sultry weekend, Nikki surrenders to their lust, reawakening a timeless bond and the beginnings of forgiveness.

Before treating us to an excerpt, Tina Reveals:
From where do you get inspiration and what inspired you to write  Sinfully Wicked?    Many times, my ideas come from current events. For example, a news story I’d seen about young girls getting abducted led to my novel In His Arms. For Sinfully Wicked, the recent reports of bullying in school became the background for my story...one of lost chances, regrets and redemption.

Who controls the story – you or your characters?      My characters without question. When I allow them free reign – when they become so real they’re independent of me – the writing flows. I can always tell when I’m interfering with their true personalities. The writing becomes stilted or difficult. I then step back and they right whatever wrongs I’ve made.

 What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your books?    Pleasure, wonder, happiness and hope that there’s the same magic in their current or future relationships that my characters have found in their stories. I also want to reach a deeper part of my readers, their souls if you will, the yearning they’ve had for that special someone, the thrill when they meet him or her.

What do you think are the main ingredients for a successful book?     
1.       Solid characterization. Heroes and heroines who touch you deeply, who seem as real as the people in your life. They’re not perfect; however, their flaws endear them to you because you’ve experienced the same. You cry with them, you smile at their successes and you worry about their defeats. In other words, you’re with them every step of the way.
2.       A plot that makes sense – it’s driven by external forces and the characters’ choices. Coincidence cannot play a role in a great plot. Every action the characters take must make sense, because of who they are, and those actions must contribute to the complications. There should be a steady up and down flow in the plot with the complications escalating to the point of no return until the resolution.
3.       A satisfying ending. That doesn’t necessarily mean totally happy, but it must be something that makes sense to the reader and the only way matters could have played out.

What do you most enjoy about writing romance?    The deep emotional build between two or more characters. Exploring their journey from strangers to friendship to love.
What do you like best and least about writing?    I enjoy revisions. With them, I have something on a page I can work with and refine. The part I least enjoy is beginning a new novel, staring at a blank page, knowing what I want to say but not being quite certain – as yet – that I can accomplish it.

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Do you have a writing routine?    I work on my novels every day except for Christmas and New Year’s. I either plot my stories or write 5 pages daily and don’t go to bed until I get in that day’s work. Because I have an EDJ (Evil Day Job), I write early in the morning and late at night.

What is the best writing advice you have ever received?    Don’t give up. Read, read, read. Write, write, write. Then write some more. And don’t give up.

What can we look forward to from you in the near future?    I have two erotic paranormals coming out from Samhain this year. Illicit Desire, Book Two in my Outlawed Realm series, will release in September. And Come Fill Me, Book One of my newest series The Prophecy, will come out in December. Also, I’ve just submitted another erotic contemporary to my other editor.

How do you like to spend your free time?    Travelling, eating out, visiting museums, shopping. I’d love to go to Europe, Spain in particular.

 What would you most like to accomplish this year?    To be satisfied with what I’ve written and to stretch myself as a writer. Most writers at the beginning of their careers want to write a bestseller. While that’s an admirable goal, an even better one is writing the best book you possibly can. If it becomes a bestseller, that’s an added bonus.

In a few words, how would you describe yourself?     Persistent. Intelligent. Honorable. Fair.

Any exciting plans for the near future?    Just writing as many wonderful stories as I can. J

And now for A Taste of Sinfully Wicked:

She smelled of magnolia and musk, the mingling of helpless female and seductive predator. A curious combination, but who said she couldn’t be both?

Hell, she was a freaking mess. Her palms were clammy with anxiety, her nipples tight with expectation. The kind a woman experiences when she’s about to be spanked, then hopefully laid…long and hard.

             Yeah, right.

 She paced the spacious office like something wild and caged. Her high heels clicked on the shiny hardwood floor, keeping time with her pounding pulse. No matter how much she needed it—and by God, she did—soul-stirring sex, followed by aching tenderness, wasn’t going to be on the menu this afternoon. Going to the men she’d betrayed years ago, brothers she’d truly loved, didn’t count as the smartest thing to do, but Nikki Blaine needed their help.

At the burgundy leather sofa, she stopped, clutching the arm for support, the secretary’s words ringing in her mind that Mr. Wade would be with her in a few minutes.

Nikki hadn’t bothered to ask which Mr. Wade the young woman had been talking about. She would have bet a year of her life that this room belonged to Mitch. Scented with leather and something woodsy, it was darkly masculine with rich mahogany walls, copper accent lamps topped by bronze-colored shades and classic cherry furniture. Solid and imposing.

Her attention drifted to the desk. That baby was nearly as long as a bed and wide enough for two people, maybe even three.

Don’t go there. She had no right. It wasn’t as though she could waltz in here after nearly fifteen years and expect Mitch to give her a hug or a welcome home fuck…if he showed up at all.

 Where is he? Nearly a half hour had passed since his secretary had led Nikki inside. After Mitch’s initial shock had worn off, had he decided against seeing her? Did he figure she’d behave as cruelly as when they’d been in high school?

Sucking her lower lip, Nikki circled the sofa, pausing at the photos of him and Connor from well-respected business magazines. She was intimately familiar with these images, having seen them when she lived in New York prior to her ex-husband’s arrest. Through the years, she’d followed Mitch and Connor’s many successes, wanting only the best for them.

Smiling softly, Nikki reached for the first photo taken outside Wicked, their wildly popular gentlemen’s club. The reason she was here today.

Please say yes. Please show up. If neither of them did, Nikki wasn’t certain what she’d do. On a heavy sigh, she halted, her hand stalling before she could touch either of the brother’s likenesses. At the edge of the glass, she caught Mitch’s reflection.

He stood in the doorway to his office, bathed in the gauzy light pouring in from the arched window. Beyond it, Atlanta moved at a far more sluggish pace than Manhattan ever had, with today’s oppressive humidity forcing everything to an exaggerated Southern crawl. Feeling as though she were moving in slo-mo, Nikki turned.  

 Her heart stopped for a moment, then sped up as she regarded him quickly, afraid she wouldn’t have the chance to get her fill. At six-three, he made the sprawling room seem small, his body a man’s, lean yet muscular, no longer the lanky teen. Ruggedly handsome, he wore his thirty years well. There were laugh lines at the corners of his beautiful hazel eyes. They looked golden behind his sooty lashes, complementing his olive complexion. Combed away from his forehead, his chestnut colored hair was longish in the back and on the sides.

Nikki reined in her urge to run her fingers through his thick, wavy locks, to touch and smell him, her face buried in the hollow of his neck, her body pressed to his, lost in his heat and strength. Protected at last. Home.

A preposterous notion that made it difficult for her to move, impossible to speak, but still she hoped.

His expression wasn’t guarded or indifferent as she’d feared. Wonder flooded his features, no different from when they’d been in her parents’ garage after their first kiss. She was fifteen then. He’d been a year older and seemed so worldly. Life hadn’t been easy for him or Connor. She’d fallen in love with both brothers, but it was Mitch who’d made the initial move.

They’d been horsing around that afternoon, mercilessly teasing each other. Mitch finally settled the score by tickling her into submission. Before Nikki could catch her breath or slug him, his lips brushed hers. Their velvety warmth surprised. His bristly cheeks thrilled. She’d wanted him to hold her in his arms forever. Later that same week, Connor kissed her. Nikki never wanted to leave his side.

There was no guilt in what she felt. Both brothers accepted the other’s claim on her just as she had, treating it as needed and natural. For the most part, their relationship remained innocent. They were her dearest friends, like none she’d ever known.

Their bliss lasted three months, ending when school started that fall.

Pained at the loss, wanting back what she couldn’t have and sure as hell didn’t deserve, Nikki stepped closer.

 Mitch’s crisp white shirt rippled with his quiet breathing. He’d opened the collar, wore no tie and had folded the sleeves to mid forearm. Dark hairs dusted his skin, sending a thrum of pleasure through her. He had the look of an executive in crisis mode, prepared to get his hands dirty to make things right.

Nikki wanted his hands on her, exploring her breasts, nipples and especially her cunt. It ached dully, congested with more than a decade of desire. How long had it been since a man craved her to the exclusion of everything else? Since Mitch and Connor, she couldn’t recall. Even in the early years of her marriage, when she’d convinced herself she was in love, her ex had worshipped wealth, image, power, not her. She stared at Mitch’s fingers, wonderfully long, the tips blunt, recalling his eager, yet loving touch. It took all of Nikki’s will not to glance at his fly and see if this moment excited him as much as it did her.

When he didn’t move or speak, she risked another small step, her heels tapping on the floor, the distance still yawning between them, no different from the past. “Hi…thanks for agreeing to see me.”

Longing flared briefly in his eyes, making the years fall away. And then he smiled.

His reaction should have comforted Nikki, but it didn’t. He wore the same expression a man gives to a stranger he doesn’t care about, his emotions buried beneath polite disinterest.

 Okay, she’d earned that and so much more for what she’d done to him and Connor. Shame made her want to apologize. Yearning made her ask, “How are you, Mitch?”

His fingers curled into loose fists. He shoved them into the front pockets of his beautifully tailored navy pants. “What brings you here, Nikki?”

Despite his blunt question, warmth continued to roll through her. His baritone was deeper than she remembered, deliciously rough and male, bearing a hint of his Midwestern accent, the same as Connor’s and hers. They’d all been transplants to Georgia as kids, making them as foreign to the locals as tofu at a Texas barbecue.

She wanted to smile at the memory. She wanted to ask him how much he knew about her problems these past months. Surely he’d seen the newspaper articles or caught some of the awful reports on the internet and TV. Even 60 Minutes had done a piece on what had happened with Bob Simon looking grimmer than usual. So in answer to his question, that was what had brought her here. And as soon as Nikki had the courage to bring it up, she would. “How’s Connor?”

Mitch inclined his head to the area behind her.

He was already in here? Watching? Listening?

 Nikki reacted with a full body blush at Connor being in the other doorway, his approach muffled by the Persian area rug. His amazement at seeing her wasn’t nearly as nice as Mitch’s initial wonder, but it was no surprise. Outside of their height and powerful builds, they were nothing alike in personality or looks.

As Mitch’s fraternal twin, Connor was younger by thirty minutes, his complexion lighter, his features more classically beautiful, his eyes so dark they looked black. He wore his sable hair shaggy, like a rocker. Completing his bad-boy image was his close-cropped beard, a diamond stud in his lobe, black tee and jeans.

His attire was as laid back as his personality was intense. Arms crossed over his chest, he demonstrated his artist’s temperament and long memory. Nikki watched his transformation from stunned to wary. That more than anything kept her rooted in place even though she missed him as badly as she’d missed Mitch, hungering to feel his arms around her, his breath on her skin.

“Connor, hi,” she offered.

He opened his mouth, then closed it without saying a word, choosing instead to stare at his brother. Mitch offered no explanation as to her presence, nor did he try to comfort because of it.

 Desperate to break the awkward silence, Nikki spoke without thinking. “How’s your grandmother?”

Both brothers frowned, their reactions remarkably similar.

Dummy. She knew better than to ask about the woman. Their grandmother had been the source of their problems when they were kids. Not that Mitch or Connor would ever admit to it. They’d defended her without pause.

“She’s fine,” Mitch said. He went behind his desk and sat, gesturing Nikki to one of the wing chairs facing it.

Her legs were too watery to move with any grace, so she remained standing, as did Connor.

 Mitch pressed back in his chair. The springs squeaked. “What brings you here, Nikki?”

Her belly cramped at what she was about to ask and might not get, but she didn’t have any other choice. “I saw your ad. I need a job badly.”

Connor uncrossed his arms and moved close enough for Nikki to catch his clean scent. A lime fragrance, fresh, citrusy and so arousing she had to suppress a shiver.

“We advertised for an attorney?” he asked Mitch.

“No,” Nikki answered, pleased he knew about her former career, worried as to how he’d found out. “I’m not doing that anymore.”

Neither brother asked why.

Okay, so they knew most of the gory details. Nikki decided to explain the others. “Because of what happened, I’m pretty much unemployable in New York or anywhere else in the nation, at least as an attorney.” She shrugged, trying to make light of it. “You need wait staff and performers at Wicked. I’d like to apply for one of those positions.”

Mitch arched his brows.

 Connor blurted, “Wicked’s a gentlemen’s club.” His attention dropped to her chest, lingering there. “The wait staff is topless.”

“Or bottomless,” Mitch cut in, sounding as distracted as his brother as he took in her length.

“Sometimes both,” Connor added, then cleared his throat and continued, “depending upon the room.”

“Yeah, I know,” she murmured, as breathless as they were. “I read the magazine articles about it. It sounds like an amazing place. Does full nudity pay the most?”

Mitch stood. His chair rolled back, smacking the credenza. Gone were his arousal and earlier detachment, replaced by an expression that was decidedly pissed. “Is this a joke?”

WOW! Here's what the reviewers are saying: “Mitch, Connor and Nikki are so full of depth and emotion that they come vividly to life and had me glued to my seat turning the pages to find out what would happen to them.” Gabrielle – The Romance Studio click link

“…an incredibly sexy story.”   Rasia – You Gotta Read Reviews  click link

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Many thanks for regaling us today, Tina.
It's a huge pleasure to have you here!