Is delayed a little because I’ve been rushing around all day and haven’t had a spare moment to actually write, LOL.
Today I’m over at Erotica Reading Challenge where the lovely ladies there have interviewed me! Come by and say hey.
Also found out COMING UNDONE is on the Bookscan list, Borders Trade Bestseller List and the Barnes and Noble Trade Bestseller list. I’m thrilled and very thankful to you all who’ve enabled me to hit these lists so thank you!!
Got my first look at the cover for INSIDE OUT yesterday and I can’t wait to show it to you all! Tony Mauro and the Berkley art department have done it again.
Speaking of INSIDE OUT – how about a sneaky peek?
INSIDE OUT by LAUREN DANE
Copyright 2010 Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, The Berkley Publishing Group
Releasing November 2010
“That’s a very good way to look at it. It’s quite an accomplishment to have done all this. What does your family think?”
“Oh well. They don’t really, we don’t talk about it much.”
She leaned forward, putting her mug down and turned to him more fully. He liked the way she firmly gave him her full attention. It was rare to see in most people, who generally only half listened while they texted or thought about television or whatever.
“Why is that? I’d imagine Ben would be over here helping you with stuff all the time.”
“He’s got a baby on the way. They’ve all got stuff going on. It’s just a house. Erin, Ben and Todd did a huge remodel not so long ago.”
She wore a sour look for a moment. “Erin hired people to do the renovation. Which is great, but not what you’re doing at all.” She motioned around the room. “This is special because you’re doing it all. I can’t imagine your family would see this as anything but fantastic.”
She pushed every single button he had. He shoved a hand through his hair, moving it back from his face. She disoriented him in some ways. He was Cope, the easygoing lady killer and here he was, sniffing after a woman who already had immense power to pull emotions from him in the most unexpected ways. Mainly because she saw he was more than Cope, the easygoing ladykiller.
“I need a haircut,” he mumbled.
She put a hand over his, sifting through his hair then herself, her fingers sure and firm against his scalp, bringing a groan of pleasure from him.
“No. I like it.” The statement was shy, but she meant it. He tipped his chin to see her face, as always, struck by how it appealed to him so deeply. “I mean,” she said, licking her lips, “if you don’t have to cut it for work or anything. It’s just, it suits you.”
“You do something to me, Ella,” he said, moving toward her slowly, not wanting to spook her, but needing to kiss her.
“Glad to know I’m not alone,” she said, her lips moving against his just as he made contact.
Her taste wended through him, opening doors he’d welded shut, some he hadn’t even known existed. Like a key.
Forcing himself to take his time, he moved enough to slowly unwind the scarf she wore around her neck loosely so he could put his lips there. When he did, when he finally pressed his mouth, slightly open, to the pale expanse of skin just behind her jaw, she took in air, letting it out as a soft sigh.
She was warm there, and, as he’d hoped, sensitive. She tilted he neck back to give him more access, her fingers gripped in the material of his sweater.
Slowly, drunk with her taste, his lips slid over the hollow of her throat and she stuttered a breath. It wasn’t until he licked over the freckles just below her collarbone that she uttered his name, softly, raggedly.
It was enough to challenge his control, enough to rip his defenses to shreds. Not enough, everything.