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Fall Frenzy!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on October 1, 2010 by Lexxie Couper

Alright, it’s time to get crazy 🙂

Now most of you who come here know I’m an Aussie, so you’d also know that Spring has sprung Down Under. That’s not stopping me from being apart of an awesome (and I mean AWESOME!) Autumn contest held by one awesome Canuck and one (sorta) equally awesome American

Anyways, I’m a part of the Fall Frenzy contest being held by Vivian Arend (the awesome Canuck) and Moira Roger (the awesome Americans – you’ll need to check out Moira’s site to see why I’ve used the plural *grin*). The prizes are also awesome. Check it out…

Free books (a total of TEN!) PLUS….

  • Grand Prize #1: A $200 Gift Certificate to your choice of the following: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple or Borders
  • Grand Prize #2: A refurbished Sony Pocket Reader + $100 Gift Certificate to All Romance Ebook

That’s a pretty damn impressive prize list, don’t you think? And there’s more (no really, there is). Samhain Publishing are also giving away a blogger’s prize! What’s a blogger’s prize? You’ll have to check out the contest to find out (hee, hee, yes I am that evil *grin*)

So, this is what you need to do now. Click on THIS LINK RIGHT HERE!! Once there, follow the instructions. Easy peasy.

I’d like to take this quick moment to say thank you thank you thank you to Viv and Moira for asking me to join this awesome event. I’m not only flattered, I’m chuffed, stoked and blown away. Ladies, you are both truly…well, awesome 🙂

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It’s Here!

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

My very first Ellora’s Cave release – Stone’s Soul.

And here’s a juicy (not-for-kiddies) snippet to tease you all. Enjoy…

“I am with you now.”

The voice tickled her senses like a playful breeze and suddenly Jordynn realized she was naked. Gloriously, wonderfully naked. Her breasts full and heavy and exposed to the breaking day, her pussy wet and aching for attention.

“Feel me.”

Brown hands skimmed across her hips and belly. Long, sure fingers slipped between her bare thighs, parting the sodden lips of her pussy without preamble. Jordynn pulled in a short breath. Warmth licked through her body in languid strokes, radiating from her sex. She closed her eyes, knowing she was dreaming once more but not caring in the least.

She would deal with her unhinged mind later. For now, she would enjoy her birthday fantasy and go with the exquisite, rapturous flow. Oh God, would she go with the flow. A wonderful, sinful birthday present from herself.

“Tell me why you are lonely?”

The softly murmured question caressed her ear as the fingers in her pussy played over her clit.

Delicious pleasure flooded her core, her belly. She arched her back, pushing harder against the hands between her thighs. A tiny smile curled her lips. Utterly amazing sex and psychological therapy in one sweet dream? Talk about brilliant multi-tasking! “I’ve never been moved by anyone,” she murmured back, rolling her hips backward and forward. “My heart’s never been touched…”

“Touched?” The fingers slid over the throbbing nub of her clit, sending ribbons of bliss deep into her core. “Like this?” Warm lips brushed the sensitive hollow just below her earlobe, followed by a tender nip from teeth she knew to be both straight and white.

She leaned back into her dream lover’s embrace, feeling his rock-hard cock nudge her ass cheeks with wordless promise. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes.”

Her lover, the utterly incredible imagined man that he was, pushed the tip of one finger past the sodden lips of her sex. “Yes?”

Jordynn nodded wordlessly, giving herself over to the raw pleasure the slow but purposeful penetration created. She lifted her arms, tangling her hands in his long, thick hair, pressing her ass harder to his rigid shaft. Damn, she never wanted to wake again.

The lone finger grazed over her now-swollen clit before dipping deeper into her sex once more. Jordynn pulled in a deep breath and parted her thighs slightly, granting greater access.

The invitation was accepted. Another finger joined the first, seeking and finding her wet warmth. Both wiggled, stroking the sweetest of spots within the well of her pussy.

“Jesus, that feels fucking fantastic!”

A deep chuckle sounded in her ear, sending wicked ripples of lust through Jordynn’s body. She tugged on a fistful of hair and was rewarded with a thrust of fingers and cock. She gasped. “God, do I know how to dream!”

Warm lips pressed to her neck. “Why do you think you are dreaming, huapala?”

Jordynn let her head fall to the side, curving her neck for his mouth to explore. “What other explanation is there?”

Her lover smoothed his free hand up her body, warm palm charting a slow course over her belly, the curve of her rib cage, until he found her left breast. “A joining of spirits?” His lips nipped her flesh as he cupped her breast. “A connection of souls?”

Connection.

Jordynn whimpered at the delicious sensations the fingers between her thighs and on her nipple created. At the single word defining the one thing she hungered for the most.

Connection.

How did he know?

It’s your dream, Jordynn. Your psyche.

Soft, warm lips nibbled at her earlobe. “It is becoming more than that.”

Jordynn leaned deeper into his exquisite embrace. “Is it?” She didn’t know what else to say. Dream or no, this strange, powerful man knew everything in her heart.

The fingers in her sex dipped deeper still, stroking the walls within. “Your sweet, gentle, lonely soul called mine.” His breath feathered her flesh as he pressed a gentle kiss to her jaw. “I don’t know why or how, but your soul called mine.”

“And you came?”

His lips roamed down her neck. “How could I not?”

Stone’s Soul Book Trailer

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

Yep. I’ve been at it again. *grin* Here is my latest book trailer. What do you think?

Stone’s Soul Cover Plus A Very Explicit Excerpt

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

Here it is! Yay! And as promise, a very naughty excerpt to go with it. Enjoy.

WARNING – VERY EXPLICIT. I Mean it. *grin*

A chuckle slipped from his lips and green fire danced in his intense stare. Smoldering desire. Devilish mirth. I know you want more…
Dropping his head slightly, he blew a fine stream of cool air on her flushed sex. She drove her heels into the mattress, arching her back more and lifting her cream-slicked slit closer to his teasing mouth. Her blood-filled clit screamed for the feel of his tongue and teeth.
Another stream of cool breath tickled her pussy, followed by long, hard fingers parting her folds. She sucked in a quick breath, hot anticipation flooding through her core. The fingers explored her sex, charting a languid path from the hooded button of her clit to the smooth area of her perineum. He blew on her wet folds again, his breath a cool kiss on her fevered skin, before dipping one long, hard finger into her slit.
Jordynn’s pussy muscles instantly contracted, squeezing tightly on the sensual invasion. He penetrated her slowly, his thumb rolling circles over her clit as he pushed his finger deeper into her sex. Liquid heat washed through her, pinching her nipples tight. She knotted her fists in the sheets beside her, ramming her heels harder to the bed, levering the lower half of her body higher, harder to his hand. “God, yes!” She dragged in a ragged breath, eyelids fluttering closed at the heady muskiness of her desire on the air. A wave of rising tension rolled through the pit of her belly. Fuck, she was close to erupting.
His finger pumped her folds, painting his hand and her inner thighs with her juices. She whimpered, sex constricting. He withdrew his finger slightly, wriggling it as he did so. With a slight rotation of his wrist, he plunged two fingers back into her pussy.
Jordynn bucked, her whimper turning into a low, hoarse moan. The soles of her feet tingled, electricity licked up her spine. “Jesus, I’m going to—”
His lips suddenly closed over her clit, teeth nipping at the swollen tip of flesh and Jordynn’s raw statement caught in her throat, replaced by a choked cry of surprised rapture. He sucked at her clit, tongued her folds. Slipping his fingers from her sex, he punished her slit with his mouth.
A shudder racked her body, a spasm of pleasure base and elemental. Her orgasm swelled through her, stronger, stronger. He devoured it with his tongue, drinking her cream as it gushed from her. She fisted the sheets, ramming her hips upward, shoving her spread, sodden sex to his mouth. “Fuck!” she cried out, fisting the sheets below her. “Oh God, more!”

Hot Excerpt – Stone’s Soul

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

Here it is! The first official excerpt from my first Ellora’s Cave release. (It’s available next week and hopefully I’ll be getting its cover any day now. As soon as I do, I’ll post it here along with another more explicit excerpt. So make sure you come back, ok? 🙂 )

An Excerpt From: STONE’S SOUL

Copyright © LEXXIE COUPER, 2008

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Jordynn Harrison looked at the small, dirt-encrusted stone in her hand. Something about it puzzled her. It didn’t look right. About the size of a walnut, its rough surface seemed somehow unnatural. Too concise in formation. She raised it close to her face, rolling it between her thumb and fingers, searching for clues in its texture. Hmmm. Definitely not igneous. Maybe evaporitic, possibly metamorphic…

A soft warmth spread through her fingers. A tingling heat.

Jordynn frowned. She brought the stone closer still, studying it intently. No naturally formed stone she knew of conducted heat without a heat source, and despite the humid mid-summer afternoon, she didn’t think the dormant Hawaiian Mauna Kea volcano constituted as a heat source. Nor, for that matter, did her fingers.

She cocked an eyebrow. “Odd.”

Without warning, a blistering heat singed her fingers, like she’d closed them around the molten tip of a fire poker. With a sharp and totally undignified yelp, Jordynn dropped the stone. “Ow!” She studied her stinging fingers. Long, slightly calloused and ingrained with dirt. Typical geologist’s fingers. Yet, despite the pain radiating from their tips, free of any blisters or reddening burn marks.

Jordynn frowned, turning her inspection to the hastily dropped stone at her feet. Gingerly, she picked it up. Small, dull and cold. Hardly anything to make her cry out like a little girl. She turned it over and over, gnawing on her bottom lip as she did so. Something about it looked…wrong.

She spat on the stone’s grimy surface and smeared away some of its crusted dirt.

A chill rippled up her arm, lifting the fine hairs on her skin and making her nipples pinch into tight peaks. Jordynn blinked, staring at the now dullish-green stone in her hand. What the…?

Another chill shot up her arm, followed by a wave of pulsating heat.

Her pussy clenched in response, as though replying to an unknown question.

Do you want to be filled?

Oh yes, please!

“What the hell?” Her muttered words sounded oddly loud in the silence and she blinked.

Unease crashed over her and she swallowed a sudden lump in her throat. Silence? In the forest? She tore her stare from the strange stone to look out at the lush Hawaiian rainforest.

And saw a man standing on Mauna Kea’s rim.

A naked man, with long, glossy-black hair and deeply bronzed skin stretched over hard, sculpted muscles.

A naked man staring at her through thick, black lashes with piercing eyes the color of wild limes.

Jordynn started, dropping the stone again.

The man disappeared. Just like that. One second there, the next, gone.

Jordynn’s throat squeezed tight. “What the hell?

Flash Fiction – Bound

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on August 2, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

She twisted her wrists, the soft, subtle leather wrapped around them caressing her flesh. Her pulse quickened and her nipples pinched tight. An elemental ache throbbed between her thighs and she whimpered, staring at the man standing before her. “Please,” she whispered, the plea barely more than a breath.

His dark sapphire eyes flashed and he smiled, the languid action revealing fangs long and pointed. “Please, what?”

She squirmed, thrusting her heavy swollen breasts forward, longing for his mouth to brand them even as she struggled against the leather strips binding her wrists together. “Please…take me.”

He stepped closer to her, long, corded thighs encased in snug black leather, lean, muscled torso bare. He trailed the tendrils of his whip through his fingers, the tip of his tongue playing over his fangs. “Do you want me to release you?”

Her sex throbbed at the question. What answer did he want? Her face flushed with heat and she lowered her head, gazing blindly at the floor. What answer did she want to give?

He feathered the whip over her shoulders, along her collarbone and down to her nipples. First one, then the other. “Well?”

She gasped, eyes fluttering closed at the squirming tension building between her pressed thighs. She was tied and vulnerable and totally in his control. No one was saving her. She was his.

Cool fingers replaced the whip’s caress of her breasts. “Well?”

Lifting her head, she met his burning blue stare. “I do not wish you to release me. Take me as I am now. Bound.”

His stare drilled into her. “By leather?”

She nodded.

“To me?”

She nodded again.

He moved. Fast. He tangled his fist in her hair and yanked back her head, his mouth pressing to her neck before she could blink, his hard body pressing her back, his thick erection pressing to her butt. Teeth grazed her flesh, just below her ear. “Then let it be so. I will take you bound by leather and you will take all I give you.”

His tongue touched her neck as his hands closed over her breasts. Wet rapture flooded her sex and she closed her eyes.

And then he claimed her. Bound by leather. Bound to him. Taken. Owned.

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?”