Archive for March, 2008


Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on March 29, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

Yes, I know, I’ve been MIA. I’m very very sorry, but I’ve been fighting a deadline and I promised my Changeling Press editor I would get my latest mss to her by the end of the month. I’m all but 1000 odd words away from typing “The End” (YAY!) on Spaceport: Highest Bidder and just wanted to pop in and say g’day, just in case you all forget who I am.

Oh, and while I’m here I’ll share this rather entertaining movie trailer with you. I’m not really sure what to make of this, but I will tell you all… Colin Firth looks just like my husband.

OK, back to the mss. I’ll be back with some MAJOR updates in a couple of days. Promise!


Peanut and Chickpea

Posted in Uncategorized on March 19, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

My girls. I love them so much my heart aches.

Peanut and Chickpea

Peanut and Chickpea

Eight Ridiculous Questions With… N. J. Walters

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on March 17, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

Once a month(ish) I send out my newsletter. In said newsletter I ask one of my fellow authors eight ridiculous questions. I post the interview on my website and, as of right now, will also post them on my blog.

This month… the very talented N.J. Walters. Her answers cracked me up.

1.Ever knowingly broke the law?

I’m disgustingly law-abiding and always have been. Plus, if I ever did break the law, I certainly wouldn’t admit it. ☺

2. Are you a moaner, a screamer or completely silent? (You know what I mean <g>)

I’m definitely not a screamer. *g* I’m more between silent and a low moaner.

3. Can you stand the sight of your own blood?

I don’t mind so much. It’s needles that bother me, not blood. If I need to get a blood test at the hospital, I have to look away while they put the needle in. I’m fine when it’s done, but I can’t watch.

4. Ever tried cross-dressing?

I’m not sure that matters for women. I wear jeans, sweat pants and t-shirts. Not that different from my husband.

5. Who is your favourite Muppet?

Kermit. Although Fozzie is a close second. Gonzo is great too!

6. If you were a sex-toy you’d be…?

I think the best sex-toy available is the mind. I’m not sure what that would make me. LOL

7. Weirdest place you’ve ever ‘done it’?

I don’t kiss and tell. *g*

8. If you were a vegetable, which would you be and why?

A sweet potato because I’m sweet and practical. ☺

Go and check N.J’s site out. I can’t recommend her books enough!

I’ve Made A Book Trailer!!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on March 10, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

Check it out!!

Death, The Vamp and His Brother

Posted in Uncategorized on March 9, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

So, here is the beginning of my next novella. It’s a urban fantasy menage set in Sydney, Australia, with quite a bit of the action taking place on Bondi Beach.

Bondi Beach at night

I’m aiming for a dark but humorous tone, which I think the title gives away. Basic premise… Death falls in lust with a human lifeguard called Patrick Watkins. Patrick’s older and over protective brother is a vampire, called Steven – Ven, for short. Ven is convinced “something” is out to kill his brother but doesn’t know why. He thinks it’s Death, but all Death wants to do is make made, crazy love to Patrick… and she has to admit, Ven is pretty damn hot too.

But is Ven right? Is something after Patrick? Something malicious? Something evil? And if so, why?

So, ready for the beginning?

Death, The Vamp and His Brother

Lexxie Couper


The Realm

Death looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and sighed. It had been way too long since she’d last been laid and she was horny.
She flicked a critical eye over her naked body. High round breasts, a narrow waist and smoothly curved hips. Long legs and firmly toned arms. Not a dot of cellulite in sight, not even on her inner thighs, the one place an immortal female being was likely to experience such a mortal affliction.
She looked good. Damn good. Not that anyone noticed. A millennia of traipsing around the world, claiming souls, severing life threads, in a long, body concealing, head covering cloak did little for her reputation as a hot babe. About the only being that had any idea what she really looked like was Father Time, and despite the old geezer’s numerous advances and her escalating sexual frustration, she wasn’t into necrophilia.
She sighed again and turned from the mirror. She couldn’t stand around moping about her lack of sex life. She had work to do.
Instantly the iconic black cloak materialized, completely covering her body.
Death – or as she preferred to call herself in this millennia, Fred (she’d been a fan of The Flintstones since 1960) – scowled. With an angry wrinkle of her nose, the robe vanished, replaced instead with a pair of faded Levis, a snug Ramones t-shirt, six-inch stiletto boots and a New York Yankees cap. She didn’t feel like conforming to the dress-code today. If the Powers had a problem with that They could stick it in Their metaphysical ears.
Her first Claim was in Sydney, Australia and be damned if she was going to stalk around in the Aussie summer sun in a stifling cloak, whether the Living could see her or not.
Killing the light, she left the bathroom and crossed her bedroom, throwing her scyth propped against the bedhead a quick look.
Nope. Not today.
A pair of sunglasses came to be in her hand, large, black, bug-like with two small diamond scythes embedded on the end of each rein.
Fred slipped them onto her face and grinned. She maybe sexually deprived and as horny as hell, but she looked good. And really, when a girl was going to work in a demanding, exhausting job, looking good was vital.
Even for Death.

Chapter One

“I. Don’t. Care.” Patrick Watkins ground his teeth. He turned from the sea-spray crusted window, clenching his binoculars in one hand and his cell phone in the other. Frustration made his blood boil. If his brother wasn’t already dead, he’d kill him. “I’m not coming home. I have a job to do, Ven, and I’m not leaving the beach just cause you’ve got a bee in your bonnet.”
Steven, Ven, Annoying Brother Incarnate, ground his teeth in return. Patrick could hear his older sibling’s strong, blinding-white molars connect and press together through the phone. “When are you going to listen to me, Brother?” Ven asked, his normally deep voice unnaturally deeper. Whether because of anger, worry or midday, Patrick didn’t know. Ven was usually asleep when the sun sat at its highest. Being up and in an argument probably brought the demon closer to the surface than usual. “It feels wrong. Let the other guards watch over the tourists. You’re the boss. Delegate.”
“Yes. I am the boss, Ven. Which means I can’t just bugger off.” Patrick turned back to the window, watching the thousands of swimmers – tourists and locals alike – enjoy a gorgeous summer’s day at Bondi Beach. Out there in the crystal blue waves lurked danger. Sharks. Rips. Undertow. Blue-bottles… all waiting to catch a swimmer unawares, to bring pain, suffering, maybe even death. A lifesaver’s worst enemy. Be damned if he was leaving those swimmers’ fates to chance. His team was good, God knows Bluey had been swimming since birth, the senior lifeguard’s rescue rate the second highest in the country, after his own, but – like Ven, Patrick had an uneasy itch in his gut. Unlike Ven, his sense of disquiet had nothing to do with a supposed attack from an unknown “thing”.
He scanned the surf, studying a group of Japanese tourists bobbing ignorantly close to the beach’s notorious south rip. Danger and death lurked everywhere in his job, he couldn’t just pack it all in because his brother thought he was in danger. Besides, it was the middle of the day. What type of paranormal nasty attacked in the middle of the day? And on a busy beach, no less? He shook his head and lifted the mouthpiece closer to his face. “Sorry, Ven. I’m staying put. Go back to sleep and I’ll call you when I get home.”
Patrick pulled the phone from his ear and flipped it shut, the last sound he heard from the connection a very pissed-off, very demonic growl. He sighed, the action turning into a wry chuckle. His brother needed to chill a bit. Fair dinkum, who in the hell would be coming after him? A simple lifeguard in Australia?

© 2008 Lexxie Couper

So there it is. The beginning. 24,000 words to go. What do you think?

A Free Bit Of Sex In Space…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on March 7, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

My very first published book involved a shapeshifter and a bounty hunter. This here is a short story charting their first moments together. (It’s also available for free at Changeling Press in html, pdf and rtf formats)

It’s a bit naughty… actually, it’s a lot naughty, so adults only, ‘K?


Shifting Lust: Bounty Hunter
Lexxie Couper

All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2007 Lexxie Couper

Warning: This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.

Clean and cool, the colour of untouched Terran snow, her hair slipped through Raiven a’Tor’s fingers like Jyan silk. He stared into her ink-black eyes and clenched his hand into a fist, holding her still. His cock stiffened, just as interested in this mysterious creature as he was. And he was very interested.
He slid his hands from her hair and raked them down her back, charting the dips and curves of her body. She felt like sin and his cock throbbed, hungry.
Eyes unreadable, she reached for his left wrist, lifting his hand from the curve of her ass and placing it directly on the smoothness of her mons. The hot curve of smooth flesh scalded his palm — not with tactile heat but erotic seduction. Her skin was like satin, the damp cleft of her nether-lips parting beneath the tips of his fingers as she pressed them into her pussy.
The tight wet muscles sucked greedily at the penetration, taking his fingers deeper until A’Tor felt the base-knuckle of his middle finger rub against the hooded button of her clit.
Provocative black eyes held his. “Yes?” Her voice was low and husky, the slight Chamelyon accent making the first word she’d spoken sound like a promise.
A’Tor’s throat clicked as he swallowed. “Yes.”
She smiled, undulating her hips against his hand, grinding her clit harder to his knuckle. “No names.” Her tongue flicked out and moistened her bottom lip. “No sharing stories.” She trailed the fingers of her right hand down A’Tor’s torso to the ramrod pole of his cock, tracing its length, eyes holding his. “Just sex.” She circled the head of his engorged arousal. “Just two strangers losing themselves in each other.”
He stared at her, his fingers buried in her sodden, clenching cunt. He’d been standing in the seedy spaceport bar, contemplating his next job when she’d entered, wearing nothing but a long Pallion leather jacket and a frown. She’d looked ferocious and as sexy as all Hades. His pulse kicked up a notch and his cock — that brutally honest organ – twitched immediately.
He watched her cross the crowded bar. She ignored everyone. Determination shone in her black eyes — so unusual for a Chamelyon. Determination and something else. Something A’Tor couldn’t decipher. It intrigued him. He could read anyone with just a glance, without fault or failing. But not her.
She stopped at the bar mere meters from where he stood and ordered a Jaxian Rush. Hard liquor. A’Tor watched her down the beverage in a single mouthful and knew he wanted to discover her story. He lowered his own drink, but before he could make a move, she turned. To face him.
Eyes the colour of a starless sky studied him, traveling his body. He saw her interest in their inky depths.
Five minutes later, without a word spoken between them, they were in a’Tor’s rented cubicle. Twenty seconds after that, they were both naked. Hot. Sweaty. Naked.
He clenched his jaw, driving his finger deeper into her pussy. “Just sex.”
She smiled, the action somehow sad and sultry at once. “Good. Now shut up and make me forget.”
Forget what? he wanted to ask. But didn’t. With an abrupt move, he shoved her backward, fingers still buried in her clenching cunt. She gasped, eyes growing wide. Her ass hit the edge of the room’s com-desk and her feet jolted from the floor, her legs automatically splaying to keep her balanced. The move spread her cunt wider and A’Tor plunged his fingers harder into her slick passage, his other knotting in her hair to yank her head back, granting his mouth access to the bowed column of her neck.
She cried out, the sound both victorious and surprised. She sank her nails into his shoulders, her legs wrapping around his hips to lock him to her. The imprisonment sent A’Tor’s pulse pounding. He groaned against her neck, driving his fingers harder into her gripping cunt.
“Just sex,” she whispered and, before A’Tor could move, she gripped his rigid cock in one hand and cupped his swollen balls with the other.
Heat exploded through A’Tor’s body. “Fuck!”
“Later,” the mysterious Chamelyon murmured, kneading the sensitive knot of flesh under his cockhead with the pad of her thumb.
Wet electricity scorched a direct path straight into his sac. He sucked in a breath, throwing his head back and gritting his teeth. It had been too long since he’d been touched like this, and this nameless female did it so well. So very, very well. “God.”
She chuckled at his groan, tugging on his balls with a blissfully painful hold. “I don’t think your deity is watching, Terran.” She ran her thumb over the end of his cock, catching the beads of pre-cum squeezing from the tip’s tiny slit, smearing the slightly viscous moisture over his burning flesh. She drew her closed fingers up his shaft, closed them tighter around the taut, rounded head and then pumped her hand down again.
White pleasure poured into A’Tor’s sac, spread out to his ass, his spine. He hitched in another hot breath, the Chamelyon’s somehow wild scent invading his very body.
She leant forward, nipples brushing his chest as she placed her lips to his ear. “You like that, yes?” Her fingers tightened around his cock and she pumped her hand again. “You like when I squeeze your cock?”
He ground his teeth. “Yes.”
“You like when I squeeze your balls?”
Exquisite pressure closed down on his sac and A’Tor bit back a cry of delicious pain. “Yes!”
“You like when I press my finger into your ass?”
The question flayed his control — seconds before the Chamelyon pushed a steady finger between his ass cheeks directly onto his clenching rectum. “Oh, fuck!” he burst out, bucking in her hold.
Black eyes flashed. “I said later.” She reached for his wrist and slowly withdrew his fingers from her cunt, lifting them to her mouth. She parted her lips, her tongue flicking out to lick at her own cream slicking his skin. “Would you like a taste?”
A’Tor stared into her face, his blood lava in his veins.
She cocked an eyebrow, teasing the tips of his fingers with her teeth. “Well?”
His nostrils flared. “Yes.”
She leant forward and traced his bottom lip with her tongue. The musky, sweet-saltiness of her juices filled his breath and, unable to stop himself, he plunged his tongue into her mouth, tasting her saliva, her desire… tasting her.
Jesus. She tasted good.
A low chuckle vibrated deep in her chest, making his lips tingle and his muscles coil. She pulled away, a smug smile curling the sides of her mouth as she kneaded his balls with her artful fingers. “Do you want to fuck me, Terran?”
Ropes of tight pleasure knotted in his groin. “Yes.”
“As I am?” She nipped on his fingertips again. “As you see me now?”
The question confused him, but it didn’t stop his body reacting. “Yes,” he answered. “As I see you.” He closed his hands over her breasts, kneading their swollen form. “You are perfect.”
Her eyelids fluttered closed and for a brief moment he thought her skin shimmered with iridescent light.

“Perfect?” she murmured, opening her eyes to stare at him again.
“Perfect,” he said.
An ambiguous expression flashed over her face — hope? Happiness? It made his chest ache. “What is your name?”
The question fell from his lips before he could stop it.
Black eyes flashed and she pushed her finger harder to the tight ring of his anus. “Just sex, remember.”
Forbidden, unknown pleasure tore through him. He’d never felt so… so… Fuck, he didn’t know how he felt, but if the Chamelyon’s finger penetrated his ass further, he’d come all over her belly.
“No names,” she murmured, the softest echo of sadness in her voice… a second before she sank her finger deeper into his virgin ass.
He arched against her. “Holy fuck!”
“After you give me head, Terran,” she answered, any trace of vulnerability gone. She wriggled her finger gently inside his rectum, tickling his prostate. His cock jerked, beads after glistening beads of pre-cum oozing from its tip. “After you make me come with your tongue.” She slowly withdrew her finger from his ass. Immediately, his body cried out in dismay, wanting to be penetrated once more. Harder. Deeper. Longer.
He held her gaze, so on fire he could barely draw breath. “Who hurt you, Chamelyon?”
A shadow of pain flittered through her black stare and she tensed. For a second. “You keep breaking the rules, Terran. No sharing of stories, remember.” She placed both her hands on his shoulders and unlocked her ankles from behind his butt. “Now, get on your knees and make me scream.” She pushed down. Once.
Without hesitation, A’Tor sank to the floor, his knees hitting the floorboards the exact moment his arms curled around her hips and his tongue found her clit. The Chamelyon shifted, shoving her cunt to his mouth, spreading her legs wider to let his tongue plunge deeper. Her skin seemed to shimmer again, and then she moaned, the raw cry crashing over him, drowning him in her rapture. His balls ached for her punishing caress, his ass longed to be finger-fucked again, but even as licentious desire consumed him his gut churned. With confusion. With suspicion.
No names…
Just sex…
As I am?
The Chamelyon’s thighs slid up the side of his head and she lifted her hips, demanding more, erasing A’Tor’s hesitation. He would learn her story, regardless of her “rules.” When he wanted something, he got it.
“Give it to me, Terran. Hard.”
He did, plunging his tongue repeatedly into her sodden slit, flicking it again and again over the swollen nub of her clit. She bucked. “Druentia wept! Yes!”
The surprise in her cry made A’Tor suckle on the tiny button of flesh with hungry force. She bucked again, her feet slamming down on his shoulders as she drove her cunt harder to his mouth. “Gods! What a tongue you have!”
Her moans grew louder. He felt her muscles tense, coil tight. Felt her orgasm grip her body. Another cry burst from her lips and a shudder wracked her body. “Yes! Yes! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
In one fluid move, A’Tor snapped to his feet, hauled her ass off the com-desk, flung her down on to the narrow bunk and drove his cock into her cunt. “My turn.”
“Oh, fuck me, Terran!” she screamed, bucking wildly underneath him, taking his impaling shaft so deep his balls smacked her ass. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
White-hot heat erupted in A’Tor’s balls and he pumped into her, his cock punching deeper and deeper into her wet heat, each spurt of his seed a scorching explosion of released power. “Jesus Fucking Christ!”
Rhythm deserted him. His blood turned to fire. Pounding into her sex, he dropped his head, wanting to see the rapture on her face, wanting to see the bliss in her eyes…
They stared back at him. Vulnerable and wanting and lost. The eyes of a creature used to pain experiencing joy for the first time.
Raiven A’Tor, last of the Terrans and the six system’s most feared bounty hunter, knew he was in trouble. This nameless, mysterious Chamelyon had done something no one else had before. She’d found his heart.
In the space of an orgasm, she’d found his heart and touched it.
And he’d never be the same again.

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You Like Me! You Really Like Me!!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on March 7, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

LOL Thank you to everyone who came by to share. I think I have a permanent image of a naked man in a transparent tracksuit burned in my brain now!!

Anyways… the winner of my FIRST (but not last) blog contest is Maria!! Yay!

Maria… let me know which Lexxie Couper book you’d like and it’s all yours!

Stay tuned, peoples. Tomorrow I’m sharing a snippet from my next submission to Samhain, raving on about Violet Crumble and possibly complaining about spider bites.