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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?”


Book Trailer – Tartan Surprise – Selena Illyria

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , on July 23, 2008 by Lexxie Couper

My latest book trailer, this one for Selena Illyria’s very sexy Scottish werewolf tale, Tartan Surprise.

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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