Lovely review for CAUGHT IN THE ACT

A lovely review for CAUGHT IN THE ACT, the first of my trio of Spice Briefs, has been posted at The Good, The Bad and The Unread. Here's a snippet of what Limecello has to say:

Caught in the Act is cute, entertaining, and very enjoyable. And of course the sexual chemistry between Chrissie and Liam is quite heated. Ms. Walker also manages to create a great set up for the other O'Neil brother's stories, but she doesn't make it obvious, and in no way does it detract from Chrisse and Liam's romance. I was very entertained throughout, especially when Liam is telling Chrissie what he thinks and feels. I only wish that it was a little longer - I would have enjoyed reading more about Chrissie, Liam, and their interaction. This is something of a "feel good" story. If you like Harlequin Spice Briefs, I definitely recommend this one. Read full review

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Publication day!! HOT ON HER TAIL is out now!

Woohoo! The third part in my LOVING ON THE EDGE series is now available. You'll find the opening of the story below. :)

LOVING ON THE EDGE: book three
Hot on her Tail

It wasn't the knee-high black leather boots or the skintight leather hotpants that grabbed his attention, but the padlocked slave collar she was wearing around her neck. As she stepped out of the stolen vehicle he'd been chasing, Officer Colin O'Neil was thunderstruck by the alluring redhead in the provocative attire.

Upon further investigation, it soon became clear that despite appearances, Lara Miller was not some crazy car thief dressed like a bondage slave from a porn movie. She was, in fact, the victim in some underhanded maneuvering by her vindictive ex. Now it was up to Colin to help her out of this mess. But the electric attraction that blazed between them soon culminated in a night of explosive passion that would change Colin's life forever.

Here is the tantalizing conclusion to Saskia Walker's sizzling erotic series, Loving on the Edge, about the hard-working, hard-loving O'Neil brothers.

EXCERPT:

Once upon a time, there were three brothers — heroes, one and all. But these three men worked so hard they didn’t have the time to pin down the right woman. Until one steamy summer, when each of them met a crazy lady during the course of their duties — a crazy lady out of control...

Colin O’Neil had been in pursuit of the stolen vehicle for just a few moments when he decided it was a woman driver. Over the time he’d been in the police force he’d become pretty adept at spotting these things. It was something about the way she handled it — recklessly, but with panache — that gave him that impression. It was almost as if she were taking the air and enjoying the rolling country roads.

When he’d been alerted to the news that the stolen vehicle was on the way to his patch, he’d figured it was a bunch of teenagers out for a joyride. Definitely not.
It was a lone driver. Long auburn hair streamed up from the open-top car, and as he signaled her over he saw light reflecting off sunglasses in the rear view mirror.

Apparently she thought he was trying to pass her, because the car slowed down and hunkered against the high hedges on the side of the road. Col resisted the urge to stick his hand out of the window and point sarcastically at the rolling blue light on his car roof. Instead, he briefly hit the siren.

The stolen car jerked to one side and then quickly pulled over, ending up half on the road, half in a ditch. The driver hadn’t even bothered to signal while she pulled the maneuver.

Not expecting to be reported as yet, huh? This could be interesting. It was an expensive sports car, and he’d been told the owner was some London bigwig who’d kicked up a hell of a fuss with Scotland Yard over the theft. He pulled over in front of the parked car, but left the lights running to warn approaching vehicles.

The woman looked at him as he approached, the sunlight gleaming off her red hair as she moved. “Can I help you, officer?”

He paused at the front of the vehicle. “Step out of the car.”

She seemed confused by the request, but did as instructed, one booted foot poking out from the low-slung car rather gingerly, as she tried to get her balance in ridiculously high heels.

Col’s attention sharpened.

The boots went all the way up to her knees in shiny black leather, and they were covered in buckles and straps. When the rest of her emerged, Col just about managed to keep his expression impassive, hard though it was. The kinky boots were the least of it. With them she was wearing black leather hotpants and a matching black leather top, both decorated with slender looped chains. The hotpants were skintight and didn’t leave much to the imagination. They were cut high so that they rode up over the crease around the top of her thigh, her buttocks visible behind. Black stocking tops split the difference between boot and hotpants. Around her neck was a deep leather slave collar, padlocked at the front. Not your average attire, for a Sunday afternoon drive in the country.

Lifting off her expensive sunglasses and folding them in her hand, she smiled apologetically and gestured at her outfit. “I was at a fetish party last night. Is there a problem?”

He made a mental note that he needed to get a breath sample from her. Although she didn’t look drunk, you could never tell. “Do you have your driver license with you?”

“No, I…” She glanced into the car. “I left in rather a hurry.”

He followed her glance and then did a double take. A couple of the hand signals on the dashboard had been snapped off. Okay, that was unusual. She had some explaining to do. “Madam, this car has been reported stolen by the owner.”

The expression on her face altered radically. First she looked shocked, her pretty mouth opening as she gasped in disbelief. Then she glanced back at the car and a frown gathered between her eyebrows. “What a complete and utter bastard!”

Her vehemence seemed directed at the car.

This was turning out to be quite a soap opera, Col decided, and readied himself to take her name, retrieving his notepad from his pocket. Before he even got his pencil out, she teetered forward on her high heels and set about kicking the side of the car, while repeating a string of curses and character defamation.

Okay, he had a real nut job here. Col went for his cuffs, instead of the notepad.

Stepping behind her, he drew her hands behind her back, restraining her. She struggled and jerked in his grasp, resisting him.

“Hey, calm down, you’ll only hurt yourself.”

Her body went taut and she gave a muted cry when he thwarted her attempts to wound the vehicle. It seemed impossible to ignore the fact she had a fabulous body. Killer curves, and way too much beautiful pale skin on show.

“If you want to add willful damage to property, to your current charge of car theft, you’re going about it the right way. Now, would you like to give me your name, and explain why you’re driving a stolen vehicle?”

“I should have known,” she murmured to herself. “It was a trick.”

Then, after a moment, her head dropped back against his chest, and her shoulders began to shake. At first he thought she was crying, then you realize she was laughing.

She ended it on a sad sigh.

Most important to Col, she wasn’t fighting him. In fact her arms had gone beautifully supine within his grasp, and the way she leaned up against him was almost elegant. He could smell her perfume, and breathed deep. As he did, he caught himself spinning away from the moment, observing it as a passerby might see it. Himself, restraining her by the side of the road. Her, with her fetish outfit that made her look like a bondage sex slave from some porn movie, pinned up against him, her buttocks curved against the front of his thighs. It turned him on. The image morphed in his imagination and he saw her bent over the car, her hotpants down around her ankles. Her legs were splayed and he was slamming into her while she cried out in ecstasy, begging him for more.

The fact he had cuffs in his hand didn’t help. He’d helped his brother, Liam, pull a prank on his girlfriend with a fake arrest and a pair of handcuffs, just a couple of weeks before, and the memory came back to haunt him now.

She looked up at him over her shoulder, squinting in the sunlight.

He noticed then how soft she was, elegant but vulnerable.

“My name is Lara Miller.”

He drew her around to face him, keeping a hold of her with one hand at all times.

“My ex, the car is in his name, but I bought it for him. He said I could take it.” She shook her head. “We just split up. It was...well, nasty. He was angry, but then he seemed to accept it. I had to get away, and I should have known it was a trick when he said he didn’t want the car now. He’s a powerful man, and a very cruel man. He’s doing this to hurt me.”

There was a shadow in her eyes, and Col did not miss that. Maybe not so much of a nut job, after all?

“He’d do anything, to stop me leaving him,” she added.

Col studied her expression. He’d met some good liars in his time. People could muster all sorts of extravagant tales when they were caught in the wrong. But if he had to put money on it, he’d say she was innocent. He didn’t think she was lying. “Okay, now we’re getting somewhere. I’m going to have to take you in for questioning, so we can sort this out.”

She nodded. Her eyes were brown, dark brown. With the auburn hair it seemed an unusual combination. It made him wonder if the red hair was natural, or a dye job.

Glancing down at her tight hotpants, he wondered if he’d be able to tell from seeing her naked, or whether her pussy would be shaved. He ran a finger underneath his collar. She seemed to stimulate a lot of questions and images for him, a lot of inappropriate questions and images.

She frowned, softly. “Where am I?” Then she shook her head slightly. “I’m sorry. That sounds really bad, doesn’t it? I just wanted to get away from London. I just drove.” She shrugged.

“You’re just about to hit the Dorset coast.”

She nodded. Her beautiful long red hair lifted in the breeze, partly covering her face. He wanted to push it back, but resisted. Instead, he drew her hands together in front of her, and flipped open his handcuffs.

She looked away and then gave him a sidelong glance. It made him pause as he moved the cuffs into place. There was intelligent consideration in her eyes, despite her initial behavior over the arrest. It was as if something had leveled her. The handcuffs? Or was he thinking that because of what happened with his brother? Whatever it was, there was curiosity in her expression, too. Curiosity about him.

She lifted her hands, keeping the wrists close together, palms up. Her eyelids had lowered, but he could tell she was watching. The act of cuffing her was giving him a hard-on. This had never happened to him on the job before. It was the way she was dressed, he told himself. He reminded himself that people dressed kinky, but they weren’t necessarily heavily into the scene. He glanced down at the soft, pale skin on the inside of her forearms. He wanted to touch and kiss it.

Then he noticed that her breathing had grown more rapid. Her breasts were rising and falling as she waited for him to handcuff her. She was aroused. He could see the outline of her nipples pressing through the leather top. Her lips were parted and there was a flush of color on her cheekbones.

Col closed the cuffs over her wrists, listening to the sound of them clicking into place. A sigh escaped her lips. She lifted her gaze to look at him, and a mutual understanding passed between them in that moment, sealing their fate...

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Progress report, plus some new reads coming soon!

Well now, I seem to be 2/3rds of the way through my current work in progress, RAMPANT. This feels good, but it's also rather bewildering because there is so much of the story yet to be written! I have 2 huge action sequences to do, the denouement, and I’ve got several scenes half written. (I don’t write in a linear fashion, in case that isn't obvious. ;) My plan to fast draft by the end of October has fallen by the wayside, somewhat. I have to face up to the fact that I am a plodder. :) When I write I produce somewhere between 1 and 3,000 words a day, and some days I can’t write due to other commitments. I should, however, have a complete draft by 10th November, which gives me 3 weeks to revise, edit, and proof. In other words, not as fast as I had hoped, but still on target with plenty of time for everything that has to be done.

The book is my world at the moment. I’m at that point in the novel where I really am eating, sleeping, and dreaming it. I wake up in the middle of the night with bits of dialogue and ideas popping into my head. I love to be engaged in a big project and have that kind of intense experience, but I also feel as if I lose touch with stuff like e-mail, what my pals are up to, and I know I am long overdue with newsletters and suchlike. I just hope I haven’t forgotten something that is crucial! This will be the biggest book I have ever written at around 100,000 words. That’s really exciting for me, and it feels different, that size of book, it really does.

In other news, my third little LOVING ON THE EDGE ebook from Harlequin Spice is due out soon. The story follows the oldest of my O’Neil Brothers, Colin. I absolutely loved Col, but then again I loved all three of them. ;-). The cover and blurb are now available. Whoever writes the blurb for the Spice Briefs has my undying admiration. Cover copy is so hard, and I’ve been most impressed with my Spice Brief blurbs. Whoever is writing them is a god/goddess and I would happily employ them to produce every blurb I may ever need. :) I have to say, this is not my favourite cover, but it does make me smile. What can I say, I do like to see a man happy...

It wasn't the knee-high black leather boots or the skintight leather hotpants that grabbed his attention, but the padlocked slave collar she was wearing around her neck. As she stepped out of the stolen vehicle he'd been chasing, Officer Colin O'Neil was thunderstruck by the alluring redhead in the provocative attire.

Upon further investigation, it soon became clear that despite appearances, Lara Miller was not some crazy car thief dressed like a bondage slave from a porn movie. She was, in fact, the victim in some underhanded maneuvering by her vindictive ex. Now it was up to Colin to help her out of this mess. But the electric attraction that blazed between them soon culminated in a night of explosive passion that would change Colin's life forever.

Here is the tantalizing conclusion to Saskia Walker's sizzling erotic series, Loving on the Edge, about the hard-working, hard-loving O'Neil brothers.

Go HERE if you'd like to read an excerpt from Colin's story.

Coincidentally, my pal Portia has her first Spice Brief released on the same day as my third. What fun! And this is the first of 5 Spice Briefs from Portia – yes, 5! - she is on fire at the moment! Check out Portia’s cover and copy as well, steaming hot stuff! Portia and I will be running a joint contest for our joint release date. More details on that one coming soon.

The videotape shocked and thrilled her...and really turned her on. She'd found it in a small, out-of-the-way sitting room of Blaystock Manor, where she was working. Now everyone was away and she finally had an opportunity to watch at her leisure. There on the screen was the Marquis, her much fantasized-about boss, administering a very sexy spanking to some girl. The intense erotic sizzle she felt compelled her to begin touching herself. And as she lost herself in pleasure, she suddenly realized he'd entered the room and had been watching her. But embarrassment turned to excitement when he urged her to continue, then began to touch her intimately. It was only the smallest hint of what she'd witnessed on the tape, but she knew she had to have more...much more!

Both books will soon be available from Fictionwise, Books on Board, All Romance Ebooks, and direct from Eharlequin.

Publication day: out now, STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT a Spice Brief

STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT, the second of my trio of linked Spice Briefs, is now available!

For Patrice Reynaud, danger is the ultimate aphrodisiac. So when she rescues stranded investigative reporter Benjamin O'Neil, she insists upon helping him get his story. Patrice has always had the hots for Ben when she's watched him on TV, but seeing him in action...in the flesh...turns the temperature on her ardor way, way up.

For Ben, danger is his business, and he's always been up for anything to get a good story. But his deliciously sexy rescuer gives a whole new definition to "up for anything"...and Patrice just may turn out to be Ben's ultimate adventure.

Thrill to Book 2 in Saskia Walker's sizzling erotic series, Loving on the Edge, about the hard-working, hard-loving O'Neil brothers.

Excerpt:

Ben couldn’t believe it. Gesturing frantically, he shooed her away. The voices by the barn were growing audible. The men were on their way back.

Patrice lowered her camera and went outside the gate, but then she stood by, as if waiting for him. Jesus, he was going to have to go out that way, through the main fuckin’ gates and under the light, just to make sure that she took off and didn’t get spotted.

He took a deep breath and darted toward her. There was no point in pussyfooting around with her flaunting herself. Grabbing her around the waist, he urged her on. “What the hell are you doing? I told you to stay where you were.”

“I got some great footage.”

“If anything happened to you,” he growled, risking a glance back. Luckily, no one had followed. He stumbled into the trees, grappling for the camera at his belt to use for vision.

“It’s okay, I waited until they had gone inside. I was being very careful, honestly.”

Careful? She didn’t know the meaning of the word. Once they got well into the cover of the trees, he paused, grabbing her by the shoulders and peering at her. “You’re a liability.”

“You won’t say that when you see the footage I got.”

He was about to tell her off, when she wrapped her hands around his neck and nestled up against him, resting her soft lips against the underside of his jaw.

“I’m sorry, Ben. I couldn’t help it; I wanted to see you in action. You look so good when you’re in action.”

Jesus. There was a bunch of smugglers not sixty feet away, and he was having a hard-on. Pulling her up against him, he shook his head at her. “Don’t tell me, you’re horny?”

“Mm, uhu.” She dropped her head back and looked up at him. Her expression in the moonlight was dreamy, her eyes sparkling. She moved her hands down to his hips and dug her fingernails into his buttocks. The scent of her perfume was mixed with the earthy female smell of her arousal, and it hit him hard.

He wanted her. Now.

Her eyes flashed. “Even more than last time, wow.” Her voice came out on a soft, warm breath that teased his overwrought skin. “What a rush.”

Definitely a liability.

“Come on,” he said. The inevitable affect of her physical state had got a hold of him, and it was fast eating away at his ability to think rationally. They had to get out of here, and fast. Either that or he’d have to have her, right now, right there on the forest floor. He’d been advised never to work with children or animals. Now he had to add crazy French women to the list.

Stumbling on the path, he flicked on his camera to watch where they were treading, dragging her along by the hand and refusing to turn round until he got safely back to the car. Only then would he risk taking this conversation any further. Only then would he risk facing the fact that he’d probably never be able to undertake another investigation without getting a hard-on, because of this night...


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Here's a teaser...

I'm knee deep in galleys, so I thought I'd post a little teaser from my most recent work in progress.

This is a short excerpt from LOVING ON THE EDGE, a trio of interlinked stories about three brothers (I'll post more info about them soon.) This is from HOT ON HER TAIL, Col's story. Col is a policeman and this scene is set in the cells, where Lara is under arrest -- she's been set up by her ex for car theft. :)

There was an appealing mystery about him. She sensed he had secrets, and regrets. But his strength was no secret. He looked as if nothing would ruffle him, and yet she knew that if she stepped out of line he’d snap into action, the way he had back there at the car, when he’d got a hold of her and pulled her together, when she’d been upset. It was the fact he contained his strength so well that she admired. Ultimate control — how could she not admire that?

“I’m going to have to keep you here in one of the cells, until I get this cleared up. If the named owner of the vehicle presses charges, I’ll arrange for you to have legal advice, or you can contact your own lawyer.”

“Thank you.”

He ended the interview, switched the recording device off and stood up, gesturing for her to do the same.

His hand touched her back briefly as he led her to the door. It made her skin sizzle and the pit of her stomach fluttered eagerly. Her footsteps faltered. She longed for his hand at her back more firmly.

As she followed him down the corridor and into a cell, she admired his physique. His posture was perfect but understated, his large, fit body something he wore easily. He could carry her. She liked to be cared for and held, especially when she was bound and powerless. It wasn’t often she met a man who’s intrinsic power outshone their ego, but his did. What fascinated her, sexually, was the kind of domination that commanded respect, and earned out the same way. She liked reward systems, and she was willing to bet he did, too.

She barely noticed the sparse furnishings as she entered the cell, her attention was with the man who was now at her back, the man whose presence compelled her to take notice of him, even though her mind was in a mess, and her life was even more so. He stood by the door, arms folded across his chest as he observed her.

If they were at play, and this cell was their private space to indulge their fantasies, she would drop to the floor, then roll forward onto her knees and crawl across the floor. She’d keep her eyes lowered until she reached him, when she would look up at him for his approval. Then, if he nodded at her or spoke, she would rub her face against his legs until he reached down and touched her. The idea of it made her hot.

“I need to make some calls,” he said, “see if I can sort this out.”

“Thank you.” Her fingers instinctively went to her collar.

He stared at it. His eyes were narrowed and his jaw went rigid. “That’s bothering you, isn’t it?”

Relief, she felt relief. “Yes. I don’t have the key. Jeremy does.”

He nodded, and she could tell his breathing pattern altered. It was barely perceptible, but she sensed it. She also sensed restraint in him.

“I can take it off. If you want me to.”

“Yes, please, if you’re able to.” She'd tried earlier that day, scrabbling around in a service station attacking it with hairpins and anything else she could find, with no luck. It was a constant reminder, and it mocked her for trying to leave Jeremy, even now.

The policeman shut the cell door over, and closed on her. “Lift your chin, look at me.”

His command made her breath catch in her throat. Arousal pulled heavily inside her, heating her body through from the very center out, making her skin sizzle and her fingertips twitch. Lifting her eyelids, she looked at him.

He held her gaze, not allowing her to look away.

Tension filled the air, clinging around them like static. She found it hard to breathe. Oh, the scrutiny, and how he was reading her. She felt it, and it set loose a wild fluttering at her center. He could tell she was aroused; the recognition was there in his eyes.

He put one finger under her chin and lifted it, then examined the padlock. In that one touch he conveyed his authority.

It made her wet.

Reaching into his pocket, he brought out something that looked like a Swiss army knife, and flicked it open. She heard a scratching sound as he worked at it, and then the padlock was in his hand and the collar was loose.

He lifted it from around her neck and then, for the first time since she had met him, he smiled at her. His eyes twinkled darkly, and she saw desire there. It was blatant, raw, and incredibly powerful. He wanted her, and he was glad to have the other man’s collar off her.

That made her feel weak, it also confirmed what she’d sensed in him. He respected the collar, but once it was gone…

“Better?” he asked, and his voice was low. Hoarse, almost.

She nodded, gratefully, and returned his smile, her heart racing.

Then he moved closer still, so close she could feel his breath on her face, and he ran the back of his knuckles down the front of her throat, stroking her skin as if he were admiring her.

New sale, and lots of other good stuff going on here!

It’s been a bit of a crazy week, (in a good way,) with lots of great things happening here at home on shady lane! Work on Lillie’s story is coming along nicely, with two chapters complete. I have to shelve it now to work on something else, but I’m at a good point in the story to do so.

Preparations for the RWA adventure have been moving along, with Madelynne joining Wendy and I for the expedition – yay!!! We'll make a terrific (if giddy) trio of travellers. As of today we also have our flights booked, so it’s more or less all done and dusted and we can try to put it out of mind for a few months and get some work done... (notice I said “try” ;-)

Exciting news came in midweek. First up, my lovely agent heard from an Italian publisher who is interested in buying translation rights for DOUBLE DARE. I was absolutely delighted about the news. It might not come to anything, but it would be fabulous if it did! I have my fingers crossed.

Closely following on from that, my agent secured a new sale! Woohoo!! Harlequin Spice has commissioned a trio of linked stories for their ebriefs line. I’m thrilled to bits! The stories are about 3 workaholic brothers who each come into contact with a wild-woman-out-of-control, over the space of 3 seasons. Not sure what they’ll be called yet, but the proposal was offered under the overall title LOVING ON THE EDGE. I hope to have more news on that soon.

And we know what new sales means around here. Yup. Paaaarrrteeeeeeee! :-D