Not really… just listened to the song. Cute and dance worthy. Kate Perry reminds me of Pink… in a Pin-Up’s body.

Song lyrics | I Kissed A Girl lyrics

Ahh… the tango… it’s like sex on the dance floor…

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Who likes Free Stuff? Well over a dozen CP authors are getting together to off a blow out of a Scavenger Hunt this month. The rules will be posted here October 5th. I’ll remind you because I know you won’t want to miss it.

I’m giving away… drumroll…

A copy of The Cajun’s Captive, Bitten In The Bayou and Bound and Determined to 1 lucky winner!

Ready for a passionate love story that will make you melt? Are you following the Stormy Weather series?

Violet is the only woman Laurent has ever loved. But she disappeared from his life over two hundred years ago. He has nothing left to live for until he wakes up chained to the bed of a woman who is Violet’s twin in every way. Except the most important one.

She doesn’t remember him. In fact she’s been hired to kill him. He’s not afraid of death, but he is afraid of losing her again. Can he awaken long forgotten memories before its too late?

Bound and Determined is the third book in the Bestselling Stormy Weather series. Wouldn’t you like to meet Laurent and see who’s behind all the matchmaking? Pick up your copy of Bound and Determined, book 3 in the series, today! http://www.cobblestone-press.com/catalog/books/bound.htm

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And now for that excerpt…

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The woman he loved more than life itself had been hired to assassinate him, and here she was dancing around him in her lingerie, trying to slice him to bits. Yes, the Fates had a brutal sense of humor.

“Why are you not afraid of me?” She stopped to look at him. Her heaving breasts threatened to spill over the top of the lacey cups of her bra. Standing in the doorway, with rain splattering her feet, she was a vision. Lithe, toned, and delicious.

“I used to kill your kind for a living.” He cocked his head to the side, watching her through his lashes as his words sank in.

She let out a piercing battle cry and leapt at him. He caught her wrists and held them high over her head.

“I will kill you,” she promised. Her features hardened, and her tone was filled with fury.

“I’m not afraid of death.”

She cocked her head to the side, as if she hadn’t understood him. That glossy hair he longed to run his fingers through trailed over her shoulder in a way he found far too alluring for their present situation.

“My turn,” he said. “Why do you kill?”

“Because it’s what I was trained to do.”

“You aren’t very good at it.”

She moved so quickly he hardly had time to react. Her blade sliced into his arm, and he growled low in his throat as he spun out of the way.

“Then again, I’m not used to fighting a mere woman. Perhaps women are not made to fight. To kill.”

“Would you like to see my kill book?” Her fangs peeked over her lips again.

“Not particularly.”

When she swung this time, he kicked the sword out of her hand. She hissed like a cat who’d just had its tail stepped on.

“Perhaps your heart just isn’t in it.” He gave her a dark, lingering look. And before she could reply, turned and walked out onto the balcony.

Rain poured down upon him, drenching his jeans and soaking his hair. Through the thick precipitation, he could make out a few landmarks and skyscrapers. They were on the top floor of a building. The balcony stretched left and right. The thunderstorm carried the salty scent of the ocean and put on a great light show.

A sharp pain seared his back.

“You’re stupid to turn your back on me, wolf,” she said, her voice raised above the roar of falling water.

“I told you—I’m not afraid of death.”

The point of her sword moved to the base of his neck. A chill broke out over his skin. The feeling…couldn’t be fear. He’d thought about it for so long; had welcomed it on more than one occasion. All this time, he’d thought that she, Violet, was dead.

Life had seemed so dim. It hadn’t mattered how many women had graced his bed. How many parties he’d attended, or how much money he’d made. Travel, food, and life itself had become tasteless and boring. Death would take away the pain. The monotony.

Slowly, he turned to face her. Her hair was plastered against her porcelain skin, and her eyes had turned that weird shade of blue and silver. Water dripped from her nose and ran like a river between her breasts, disappearing beneath the lacey edge of her panties.

“Who hired you?” The tip of her weapon was only inches away from his throat, and he was completely vulnerable. A rare feeling.

She frowned. “Why do you care?”

“Don’t you think a dying man deserves to know who paid for his execution?”

“I don’t know the person’s name.”

“You lie.”

“I do not.” The wind picked up, driving the rain into his skin like BB pellets. She seemed unaffected by the sharp, stinging sensation. Her face remained placid, as if she’d done this, had stood in front of a man ready to carry out his death, a thousand times.

Perhaps she had.

“Well, Violet, I have nothing left to live for.” He knelt in front of her, wondering if she’d go through with it. Perhaps he should call his brother and cousins. But he did not want them to think him a coward. Resigned, yes.

With that little piece of hope inside him dead, he had nothing left on which to cling. Everything—his life, their future, was in her hands.

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Speaking of Wicked… be sure to watch for a brand new miniseries from the Wicked line at Cobblestone Press starting later this year. It’s called Stolen. My first book in the stolen series is called The Wine Tasting. And I promise you it’s fabulous, wicked, and totally naughty! Watch my Coming Soon page for more information.

Hope you get in some sexy reading… and well… whatever else turns you on.

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It’s Monday already? You’re kidding right? How time flys when you’re having fun.

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I was reading a post by Cassandra Moore on Cobblestone’s message boards yesterday. It’s called Love and Loathing. Cassandra explains how when she starts a book she loves everything about it and by the end, well, she hates every word.

It probably surprises readers to discover this about their favorite authors, but I’m sure it’s a sentiment shared by many. It’s hard to be confident in an industry that can be ruthless, filled with cynics and critics.

Sometimes it works the other way though. Sometimes I’ll start out hating the book. And that’s usually because I haven’t gotten the story just right. But by the end, I love it. I think the best feeling in the whole world is when I read over a story I’ve written and I fall in love all over again.

I know that if I love it, chances are my readers will as well. I’m my toughest critic, so I know if I’m wowed, others will be too. At least I hope they will be. That’s the constant state of fear that an author lives in.

If you’ve read a book recently that you enjoyed, why not write the author and let them know. Spread the love.

Stay sexy,

Selena