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The Beginning of…

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on August 4, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

Savage Transformation. Enjoy…

Prologue
Memphis, Texas—Two Months Ago

The woman stared at Jackson Whitmore, her expression both guarded and menacing.  Don’t try it, her clear blue eyes said. Don’t even think about it. What “it” was, Jackson didn’t know, but he’d bet his left testicle it’d be fun finding out. Fun and dangerous. Probably painful, too. A grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t mind danger. And when it came down to it, a little bit of pain wasn’t too bad either. A certain type of pain, that was.
He studied the still image on his laptop, grin stretching wider. This one would bite. Of that, he had little doubt. In both the metaphorical and literal sense of the word. Frozen in thousands of vivid colored pixels on his computer’s screen, the woman stared back at him, those striking blue eyes of hers sharp and piercing despite the fuzziness of the photograph and the distance from which it was taken.
She stood in a busy city street, surrounded by pedestrians dressed in an array of business suits, jeans and short summer dresses. She could be standing in any big city in the world, but the short note accompanying the image told him she was in Sydney, Australia.
Jackson raised his eyebrows. That was not where he expected her to be.
He ran his inspection over the distance-blurred image, noting the confident straightness of her shoulders, the slim but athletic frame, the confident way she held the glock in her hand.
She wouldn’t be easy to capture. He didn’t need to read the short dossier attached to know that.
He dragged his cursor over the image, zooming in on her face. Something about her eyes intrigued him. They were intelligent, almost arrogant, but somehow haunted as well. Like she’d witnessed events more than one lone female should, and had made her judgement.

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Hot Excerpt – Savage Retribution

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

It’s been a while since I shared anything from the first in my Savage Australia series so – to celebrate the creative explosion that has given me the premise for the next Savage book – here’s an excerpt from Savage Retribution. Enjoy.

Regan opened her eyes. Slowly. She peered around the dark room, squinting at the thin shards of bright light pushing through a narrow crack in the curtains on the far wall. Where was she?
She pressed her palms to the spongy mattress beneath her and struggled into a sitting position, taking in the kitsch, framed prints on the wall and the sunken bed beside her. A hotel room? Was she in a hotel room? The sound of traffic hummed beyond the walls; cars, trucks, motorcycles, and behind those typical urban noises the distant cries and squawks of seagulls. God, she could be anywhere.
Swinging her legs around, she placed her bare feet on the floor and pushed herself upright. Black swirling stars filled her head immediately and she flopped back down to the bed, a dull throb pounding up her jaw into her temple. She lifted her hand, running her fingers along the aching beat.
Damn it! He’d hit her! He’d actually hit her.
“I’m sorry about that.”
The softly spoken words with their even softer accent caressed her ears and she spun around, staring through a fresh wave of black stars at the man sitting in the armchair behind her.
At some stage he’d found himself some clothes. A pair of very faded blue jeans hugged his long, lean legs, emphasizing the corded strength of his thighs and impressive bulge between them, and a black Ramones t-shirt covered a torso Regan remembered being hard and smooth and wonderful to touch. A squeezing sensation rolled through her belly into the warm centre between her legs. Regan scowled. Goddamn it! The man had kidnapped her and here she was feeling horny? She steadied herself on the bed, giving her abductor a mean glare. “Yeah, well sorry doesn’t cut it, mate. If you wanted me to leave that badly you could’ve asked.”
To her surprise, the man laughed, the sound rich and relaxed. “I did ask. You decided to make a phone call, remember?”
Regan closed her eyes. Shit. Peter would be going out of his mind. Probably had the entire Sydney City Police Force out looking for her.
And with good reason?
She flicked a shuttered gaze to the man watching her. She didn’t know. Yet.
“I truly am sorry about the jaw.” The Irish lilt played over her senses like a feather and she suppressed a shiver. She really needed to get her act together. Who knew what he had in store for her? “But we had to go. I couldn’t wait.” Grey storm-cloud eyes grew intense. “We couldn’t wait.”
Regan edged into a more comfortable, but easy-to-spring-from position on the bed, checking out how close and easy to reach the phone was in case she needed to swing it. “What are you?”
The blunt question didn’t seem to offend him. In fact, those defined lips curled into a small smile. “Apart from a freak, you mean?”
Regan didn’t bat an eyelid. “Yes. Apart from that.”
“A werewolf.”
It was Regan’s turn to laugh. “Oh, right. A werewolf. Of course. Why didn’t I think of that?”
The man’s smile stretched wider. “I thought it was pretty obvious myself, love. Considering one minute you were stroking my fur and running your fingers up and down my four legs—which I enjoyed immensely, I might add—and the next I was standing before you on two. Furless.”
A very large, hard lump suddenly stuck in Regan’s throat and her head swam again. The memory of the wolf’s unusual humerus and pelvic bone crashed over her, as did her surreal response to the animal’s inherent power. Her skin prickled into clammy gooseflesh. She stared at the man still watching her from his chair, her pulse a rapid hammer pounding in her neck. “Holy shit.”
The man’s smile turned dry. “There’s nothing holy about werewolves, love.”
Frazzled anger shot through Regan and she gave her abductor a glare. “Stop calling me love.”
Even blacker eyebrows shot up, a light she could only describe as mischievous glinting in his grey eyes. His smile grew wider. Wolfish. “And what would you be having me call you, then?”
“My name’s Regan.”
With a speed she’d seen from him before, both as man and wolf, he was on his feet, across the short distance between them and beside the bed. He extended his right hand, the mischievous light in his eyes now devilish. “Declan O’Connell. Your kidnapper for the day.”
Regan ignored his hand, even as a tight, wet heat unfurled in the pit of her stomach at his proximity. His clean but musky scent threaded through her breath and she pressed her thighs closer together, trying her best to ignore the constricting pressure between them. “For the day?” she repeated, looking at him squarely in the face. “So this is just a twenty-four hour thing? Like a twenty-four hour flu?” She paused. “Only more annoying?”
The man—Declan—chuckled, but Regan didn’t miss the dark tension in his gaze. “Perhaps ‘for the day’ was a poor choice of words.”
Regan clenched her fists and jaw. “Perhaps you should tell me what the hell is going on. Because at this point in time, I’m very close to picking up the phone and braining you with it. Hard.” She narrowed her eyes. “I’m still not convinced this isn’t all just a bad dream left over from my run-in with Epoc’s security guards.”
Strong fingers pinched her shoulder before she could move. “Feel that?”
Damn, he’s fast. The thought sent a chill straight up her spine. How the hell was she to get away when he moved like a…
Like an animal?
Stomach fluttering, Regan looked up into the smoldering grey eyes. Damn it, she was in trouble. A heavy lump formed in her throat again and she swallowed. “What’s going on? No bullshit, no Irish charm, okay?”

YAY!!!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on July 25, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

This is an entirely silly post, but I have to say Yay!! The premise for the next book in the “Savage Australia” trilogy (which began with Savage Retribution) finally exploded in my head! YAY!!!!

Fingers crossed I will have Savage Transformation finished and in my editor’s inbox (Hi, Heidi *waves*) by early next year!

I can’t reveal too much, but here’s a tease…. Sydney Detective, Jackie Huddart – briefly seen in Savage Retribution, has taken a long-overdue vacation and has returned to her home town in the small state of Tasmania. She is enjoying catching up with old friends, taking it easy. Things are going well, when her best friend, a vivacious and totally extrovert redhead called Delannie McKenzie, goes missing. A mysterious note appears stuck to Jackie’s bedroom mirror. I know what you are. And You’re Mine. It is then the reader learns what Jackie is – a…

OK, I’m not going to tell you what she is *grin*, but she begins to hunt the person who took Delannie, and is suddenly joined by a very mysterious stranger who seems to know more about her than a stranger should. Especially how to make her weak at the knees.

So…. stay tuned for more!

Hot Excerpt – Viva Los Regalos: Kat and Mouse

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on June 16, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

Viva Los Regalos: Kat and Mouse
In The Game of Cat and Mouse, Someone Is Bound To Get Eaten.
©2007 Lexxie Couper

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Australian Federal cop Katrina O’Brien’s on the tail of an international jewel thief, a mysterious criminal known only as The Mouse. She’s not going to let him get away, even when his trail leads her to the sinfully decadent US resort Los Regalos, a place where your every desire is catered to. Katrina’s desires run deep and dark, and The Mouse is more than willing to accommodate them. But so is someone else. Someone who’s been watching them both. Someone who knows everything about them…

Someone dangerous.

Someone powerful.

Someone not human…

***

Flynn held her wrists, holding them behind her in a grip both inescapable and powerful. “Why did you come here?”
The feel of his body pressed to hers made her pussy flood with cream. His cock, ram-rod straight and harder than steel, ground against her ass, burning her flesh like a brand even through the cotton of her shorts. “To see you,” she answered, her normally confident voice just a whisper.
“To see me or to be fucked by me?”
Both.
She wanted to say the word, but it refused to pass her lips. Instead, she tried to pull away from his hold. “Let me go.”
“Tell me!” he demanded, jerking on her wrists.
Her shoulders ached a little, a slight burn that made her feel alive. Her life had been about playing it safe, never taking risks, but everything about Flynn Masters was a risk. An addictive risk…
“Tell me!”
“Both.”
One hand left her wrists and reached around her body, closing over her left breast with a possessive arrogance. She whimpered, a pitiful sound that seemed louder than a gun shot. “I told you never to come here.”
The growled statement made her skin tingle. Her nipples pinched harder, straining against the material of her bra and t-shirt. How could she not come to him? When he made her feel so… so…
Wanted?
Was that it? Was that the attraction? The desperate longings of a lonely child of affluent parents who didn’t know how to stop working? Who sent her to boarding school the moment she could spell her name?
Or was it more?
Dangerous.
Love.

His hand left her breast, fingers tickling the lines of her ribcage as he explored a line down to her waist. With an ease both disturbing and thrilling he slipped his hand under the hem of her shirt, pressing his palm to her bare skin.
She gasped and arced her spine, pressing her ass harder to his rigid shaft.
“Is this why you disobeyed me? To have me touch you?”
She didn’t answer.
He skimmed his hand up the curve of her ribcage, capturing her breast once again. Her nipples puckered into painful tips of want, rubbing against the material of her bra, pushing his palm with an urgency that sent hot ribbons of shame and hunger into her being.
“This isn’t a game, Katrina.” The growl in her ear made her shiver. “If you’re here to be fucked, tell me.”
“I’m here to be fucked.”
The hands on her body grew brutal and she whimpered again, eyelids fluttering close, pussy pooling with wet rapture.
“By who?”
Her cunt constricted. Her knickers grew damp. Anger flared in her chest. Anger at herself. At him. “By you, Flynn. Only you.”
Without warning, he curled his fingers around the edge of her bra and ripped it aside, claiming her breast with a force that made her cry out. “Tell me again.” He pinched her nipple, rolling the nub of flesh between thumb and finger even as he tightened his grip on her wrists. “Tell me what you want me to do to you. I want to hear it from your lips.”
She bucked against him, molten lust pouring into her sex. His strength overwhelmed her, stole her breath.
Just a lonely rich girl longing for danger…
She still remembered his almost inaudible words after the first time they’d kissed, uttered with deep rancour. Who he was bitter with she didn’t know, but she couldn’t stay away. And he didn’t want her to. She could tell. In the gentle way he brushed the hair from her face after he’d taken her on the bed, against the wall. In the softness in his eyes as he studied her, post-coitus, his fingers trailing over her body in a delicate exploration, as if he’d never seen something so precious. He was an enigma, a contradiction she wanted to solve. An addiction she didn’t want to do without.
God, did she love him?
Arrogant fingers flicked her nipple and the thought vanished, replaced by a wave of wild heat that poured into her very core. She writhed against him and he bit her neck, his teeth and tongue torturing her skin. She cried out, bucking in his hold. The action drove his cock harder to her ass, its insistent length setting her blood on fire.
Teeth nipped at her earlobe, sending shards of exquisite pain through her body. “Tell me!”
“I want you to touch me. To fuck me.”
The hand on her wrist tugged, bowing her backward, thrusting her breasts forward. “How?”
She sucked in a ragged breath, pulse pounding. “Hard.”
He squeezed her breast, his knuckles razing her aching, eager nipple. “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, Kat. Don’t play with me like I’m a – “
…toy.
The disembodied word floated through Katrina’s sleep-clouded brain like a ghostly whisper. She opened her eyes, staring about herself, completely confused.
Where was she?
A massive painting of a wild cat, a lynx, stared down at her from the wall above her head and it came back to her in a rush. Los Regalos. Abaddon. The Mouse.
And another memory…
Dragging her hands through her hair, she dropped her head. When had she fallen asleep? Hell, when had she even sat on the bed.
When you discovered the cat’s collar.

She snapped straight, staring at the latex costume still stretched out on display, albeit a little tussled now, beside her on the bed. Nothing new had arrived while she slept. No sudden appearance of a bottle of catnip or tray of kitty-litter.
Rubbing at her face she turned to the suite’s far window. Sunlight flooded the room, painting everything with a golden glow. She squinted at it, feeling more fuzzy and jet-lagged than ever. God, how long had she been asleep for?
A quick glance at her watch gave her the answer. Five hours. Five hours sleep in the last forty-eight. She suppressed a groan. No wonder she was having disturbing dreams. Sleep deprivation was a legitimate psychological tor-
Blackjack tomorrow. 6am. Or has the Kat become a chicken?

The Mouse’s arrogant note flashed through her head and she leapt to her feet. 6am! Damn. It was already 5:45!

Roast Pumpkin and Leek Risotto

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on June 15, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

We had this for dinner last night. YUM-O!

  • Serves: 4
  • Preparation: 10-15 mins
  • Cooking: 40 mins

Ingredients

  • 500g butternut pumpkin, cut into cubes
  • olive oil spray
  • 1 teaspoon butter
  • 1 leek, sliced and washed
  • 125g rashers bacon, rind removed and chopped
  • 1 clove garlic, crushed
  • 11/4 cups short grain rice
  • 1 tablespoon VEGEMITE
  • 1 litre (4 cups) boiling water
  • pepper, to taste
  • 1/4 cup finely chopped parsley
  • 40g butter
  • shredded Parmesan cheese

Method

  1. SPRAY pumpkin with olive oil spray and bake at 200ºC for 25-30 minutes or until golden. Heat butter in a pan and cook the sliced leek, bacon and garlic for 2-3 minutes or until bacon is browned.
  2. ADD rice and stir for 2 minutes or until coated in butter mixture. Stir in combined Vegemite and water. Bring to boil, reduce heat and simmer uncovered for 10-15 minutes, stirring occasionally until water is absorbed and rice is cooked.
  3. REMOVE from heat and stir in pepper, parsley, and butter. Spoon into serving bowls and top with shredded Parmesan. Serve immediately.

Seriously…. Isn’t This Man The Sexiest Man On The Planet?

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on April 18, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

REVIEWS! REVIEWS! No, Seriously….REVIEWS!!!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on March 6, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

So, for my second blog I’m going to brag about myself. At some stage of the game, I’ll actually get my act together and blog about something far more interesting, but for the moment what you’re getting are reviews…

To begin with… Shifting Lust – The Collection

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Goddess Minx at Literary Nymphs says this about Shifting Lust – The Collection…

“Wow! I am still reeling from all the excitement of the three books that lead you on a whirlwind of an adventure for Raiven and Kyra. From one end of the galaxy to the other, thing are happening to them that are beyond their control at times and other times, their love making is so intense it will leave you breathless. This was not what I expected from reading the excerpt or the title, but way more. Lexxie Couper has done a fabulous job on this romantic Shifting Lust. I say here a Golden Blush Award is deserved, along with 5 Nymphs!”

Next we have Kyraninse from Night Owl Romance who says this…

Recommended Read

Shifting Lust is an amazingly hot story brought to steaming, vivid life by Lexxie Couper. I loved the novel premise of a shape-shifter that is affected by lust – it definitely kept things sizzling. Not to say that the plot itself wasn’t enough to keep me on the edge of my seat. Lexxie Couper has a talent for keeping the story running and the reader panting (for more reasons than one) after it. I adored Kyra’s character; not only was she more than enough to take on Raiven, but she has one of the coolest heads I’ve seen in a while. My only quibble is that Drean seemed to have been left in the lurch at the end. I also wouldn’t have minded a lot more back-story to round things out a bit. I sincerely hope that there’s going to be more about Raiven and Kyra. Hopefully Drean will make another show also if there’s to be a sequel. *hint hint*”

You know, the funny thing about Shifting Lust… It was my first series. I fell in love with all the characters. ALL of them, including the villains. A while ago I thought my journeys in Kyra and Raiven’s world was over, but the six systems calls me again. Drean Et will be getting his own HEA soon. He deserves it.

Now… Savage Retribution

My very first novel is being received very well so far. Check this out…

Chocolate Minx at Literary Nymphs says “Savage Retribution is a side-splitting funny action packed story of payback. Lexxie Couper has created a cast of characters, and a plot that takes you to the extreme with an intense fast moving chase through Sydney, Australia. Regan is a sassy, quick thinking female who packs a punch when cornered. Declan is a tough as nails, hard to kill werewolf determined to save Regan. There are sensual love scenes, but I found the hilarious dialog to be my favorite element of this fantastic narrative.”

Angel at Romance Junkies give Savage 4 hearts and says, “The love scenes are emotional with a touch of sensuality. Lexxie Couper knows how to grab your attention and hold it until the last page. SAVAGE RETRIBUTION is sure to gain her many more fans.”

And Beth over at PRN.org says, “Lexxie Couper’s Savage Retribution is an action packed thrill ride. This story had me on the edge of my seat; start to finish. This story is so strong and well thought out, and the heat between Declan and Regan will have romance readers begging for more. I had a wonderful time reading this story. Lexxie Couper can add another fan to her list.”

The response to Savage Retribution has truly surpassed my hopes. I’m currently plotting the next ‘Savage’ book, following Peter and Yolanda as they hunt and are hunted by a mysterious werewolf killer with an even more mysterious link to Yolanda’s dark past.

There are more reviews (Snowbound: Captive Heat has two so far) but I’ll save them for another day.

I really must say thank you to Renee George and Emma Ray Garrett. This wordpress blog is INFINITELY better! Be prepared, World. Lexxie Couper has just developed the blogging bug! Mwhahahahahahahah