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Authors Spotlight:

Bio:

Liz Andrews is a critically acclaimed, multi-published author who enjoys writing erotic romance almost as much as she enjoys reading it. A romantic at heart, Liz is a fierce believer in happily ever after and heroes who make the heart swoon. When not writing, the Ohio native enjoys reading, going to the movies and hosting dinner parties for her friends. You are welcome to email her at msliz@lizandrews.net.


Wounded Hearts


By Liz Andrews








Available in e-book from Loose Id





Blurb


Erin Riley receives a "Dear Jane" letter just days before her fiancé is due home after two years away on active duty. Angry at first, she convinces herself it must be because she's overweight while he's become a honed military hunk. Determined to convince him he's just forgotten what he was missing on the home front, she screws up her courage and sets out to seduce him despite her own misgivings about her figure. But she's surprised to discover Patrick is a changed man. No longer her loving high school sweetheart, he's harder and she discovers he has a dark side. Although he succumbs to her lush charms, he remains adamant their engagement should remain broken. Fortunately, Erin isn't someone who gives up easily.


Patrick O'Rourke has seen a lot during his two years away. After a tragic incident, he's convinced he's no good for anyone, especially his innocent young fiancée. He's not the same man he was two years ago and he doesn't want to defile Erin with his needs and desires. But from the moment he walks through the door, she makes it perfectly clear she's not going anywhere and she's unwilling to surrender without a fight. He tries to scare her away, allowing the dark side of his personality to take over. Instead of running away, however, Erin embraces the new experiences he offers.


Good communication and some hot, unconventional sex - that's what it takes to heal two wounded hearts.




Excerpt


Patrick stood and walked toward the bedroom, telling himself he only wanted to check on her well-being. He stopped for a moment at the door. Allowing his eyes to adjust to the darkness, he had no trouble seeing Erin curled up asleep in his bed. She’d kicked the covers off and the short nightgown she had on last night was rucked up her legs, exposing her full pale hips to his hot gaze. The tiny matching string bikini she wore barely covered her. Her hands were tucked under her head and with the moon shining into the room he was sure he saw the tracks of tears dried on her face.

Just as he was telling himself to do the right thing and leave her alone, Erin turned onto her back. The material of her nightgown strained across her chest, while her bountiful breasts practically spilled out of the confines. She must have sensed his presence in the room, because she blinked and slowly opened her eyes.

It had been two years since they’d been together and real life was better than fantasy any day. His own hand was no substitute for the lusciousness in front of him. He knew what he should do, what he had to do, but his body and heart were telling him something completely different. This was his woman.

“If you don’t get your ass out of my bed in the next twenty seconds you’re going to find yourself fucked and fucked hard.” His cock straining against his zipper was telling him to take what was presented. Patrick was certain she’d run at his threat, but she remained silent, just staring at him while he continued to gaze at the succulent offering in his bed.

Patrick loosened his pants and pushed them down over his hips. He stood naked before her, his cock standing in anticipation. Without a word, Erin opened her arms. He walked over and joined her on the bed.

“This is only sex.” He wanted to push her away but he couldn’t resist the call of her charms.

“Keep telling yourself that.” Erin reached out and grasped his cock, her soft warm hands stroking him.

Patrick groaned at her touch. He had to keep his head, if only for another minute. “You understand it doesn’t change anything, right?”

“Stop talking and come love me.” Erin released his cock and tugged him down to her.

He wanted to deny her words, but he couldn’t lie to himself as easily as he’d been lying to her. He still loved Erin and couldn’t imagine a time when he wouldn’t. Pushing back those thoughts, he rolled over pinning her to the bed.

Patrick began to kiss her jaw line, moving down to her neck. As he nibbled around her collarbone she shivered in response. Sitting up for a moment he reached down and pulled off the gauzy gown, exposing her more fully to his gaze. Her nipples immediately puckered, whether from the cool air or his stare, he wasn’t sure.

Erin was breathing heavily, causing her chest to rise and fall with every inhalation. Cupping a breast in his hand he massaged the ample flesh. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, biting and teasing it till it was rock hard. Turning to her other breast he took her nipple between his fingers and pinched it hard.

“So good,” Erin moaned softly, undulating under his rough touch.

He’d never been rough with her before, always treating her with respect and gentleness. The sight of her reaction sent him into overdrive. Releasing her arms Patrick traveled down her body, biting and kissing until he reached the apex at her thighs. He hooked his fingers in the string of her damp panties and pulled them off. Erin arched her body against him, silently begging for more attention.

“Tell me what you want.” He wanted to hear her say it, something she’d never been willing to do before. Erin had been a virgin the first time they’d made love and he hadn’t had much more experience. Although he often prompted her to talk about what she liked, she’d been shy to express herself in the bedroom.

“Inside,” she gasped. “I want you inside me.”

Patrick was surprised at her response and pleased at the same time.

“Like this?” His fingers slipped inside her, testing the depth of her arousal. She soaked his hand as she twisted her hips and dug her heels into the bed.

“More.” Erin was moaning as Patrick petted and teased her, pinching her clit before thrusting his fingers back and forth. Erin responded to his every touch, grabbing his hand and trapping it between her legs.

“No you don’t.” He pulled his hand back as she gasped, obviously intent on obtaining her orgasm.

Pushing her legs up, Patrick began nibbling at her knee, making his way along her inner thigh. As he reached her pussy he could smell the evidence of her arousal and see the glistening dew. Without touching her there, he gently blew, causing a sharp intake of breath from Erin. Chuckling, he switched to the other leg, licking back up her thigh to her knee.

“Stop teasing me.”






Hankie Pankie


By Liz Andrews








Available in e-book from Ellora’s Cave





Blurb


When Amie Taggert discovers an invitation for a BDSM Halloween party on her boyfriend's computer, she's concerned he's unsatisfied with their relationship. Wanting to show him she's willing to try anything once, Amie signs them up. Imagine her surprise when she discovers he's clueless about the event.


Eric Hammond wonders if this is Amie's way of saying she's interested in spicing up their love life. He's more than willing to be adventuresome in the bedroom.


If the exotic rooms at the club are any indication, Halloween will be a night of hankie pankie neither will forget.




Excerpt


“So you want to tell me where we are and what we’re doing here?”

Amie blinked up at Eric, unwilling to admit what a colossal fool she’d been. Either he had no idea what was going on or she’d blundered into something he didn’t want to reveal to her. Nevertheless, perhaps she could salvage some of her pride and get them out of there before this went any further. “Um, this was a huge mistake. Let’s just go.”

The large doors swung open revealing a woman dressed in a leather corset and skintight black pants. She looked like Halle Berry in Catwoman. “Welcome to the Hankie Pankie Halloween Event.” She handed them a small plastic jack-o’-lantern and then sweeping her hands wide, ushered them into the foyer. “Personal Items can be left in the room off to your right and you are welcome to begin exploring any and all rooms. This is a night to make your fantasies come true.”

Eric raised his eyebrows slightly but said nothing. Instead, he grasped her hand and tugged her into the coatroom. Fishing around in the jack-o’-lantern, Eric chuckled and Amie’s eyes widened as he pulled out a strip of condoms, waving them in front of her face. “I think there must be a story here.”

“Do you really have no idea what the party is?” Amie could hear her voice crack as she spoke. The embarrassment of having to explain this was beyond her worst nightmare.

“None, but I’m really interested in why we need condoms and,” poking around the plastic pumpkin he pulled out a small bottle, “lickable strawberry lube to make our fantasies come true.”

Burying her face in her hands, Amie took a couple of deep breaths. “It’s a fetish party.”

“A what?”

She’d have to face him sometime and there was no time like the present. Raising her head, Amie stared at Eric’s shocked expression. “A fetish party. You know, bondage and domination and…stuff.”

“Stuff?”

“I told you this was a mistake. Can we please just go?” Amie tugged on his hand but Eric wasn’t budging. In fact, his previous shock had turned to speculation.

“I didn’t know you were into this.”

“I’m not. I thought you were.” It was a good thing the coatroom was dim since Amie knew her face must be flaming at this point.

“Why would you think I was into dominance and bondage?”

“I found the website for this party on your computer. What else was I supposed to think?” It was something Amie had thought little else of the past two weeks. Their sex life, although satisfying, had no kinky elements. She’d been happy, although even she had to admit some of the spark had gone out of their encounters.

“My computer?”

“Yes, your computer. Do you remember when I asked to use it last week?” At Eric’s nod, she continued. “I was going to look up haunted houses, but when I started to type, the website for this party popped up.”

“And you thought I was planning for us to attend?”

“I wasn’t sure what I thought at first. Shock mostly, I guess. I couldn’t believe you were into this stuff.” After finding the website, Amie had begun to wonder if Eric was looking for someone to fulfill some hidden need of his. Amie loved Eric and she was determined to be that someone.

“I’m not.” Eric’s insistence rang true.

“Well, I didn’t know that. But when I explored the site and saw there was a party coming up, I thought maybe we could check it out together.”






Veterans: Through the Fire


By Liz Andrews








Available in e-book from Loose Id


Coming Soon in print form





Blurb


Baldwin Garrett should consider himself a lucky man. After surviving a tour in Iraq he's finally home. But instead, he's riddled with guilt and despair. As a young man he spurned his parents' wealth, looking down on their power and influence. Now as an injured Vet he has accepted their help to get the best possible medical care available--an option that wasn't available to his comrades in arms. His guilt has overpowered him to the point he's pushing everyone away.


Kena Rutherford was hired by Baldwin's mother to open his house. She unwisely decides to skinny-dip in the pool, only to be discovered by Baldwin when he arrives home unexpectedly early. Although he's a bit surly, she's intrigued by this man who seemingly has everything, but is despondent about his life. She doesn't let their boss/employee relationship get in the way of her speaking her mind.


Baldwin finds Kena's sassy disposition and sharp words arouse his desire like no other woman he's ever met. Can she pull him through the fire of his despair and make him see how blessed he truly is?




Excerpt


Baldwin dove into the pool and let the cool water wash over him. He took out his pent-up frustration, cutting through the clear blue liquid with brusque even strokes. The physical activity meant to relax him was having the opposite effect, however, and his mind raced with thoughts of Kena and how things had ended yesterday.

He was a fucking idiot. He should have never let her leave. If he had the chance to do it all again, he would have taken what she’d offered. His one moment of chivalry had left him aching. Thanks to her, he’d tossed and turned all night, finally having to take matters into his own hands, literally. The lackluster experience had left him physically sated, but only briefly.

Unfortunately his dissatisfaction returned tenfold when he awoke this morning. His attempts to distract himself had been fruitless. Even the crisp water did nothing to ease his throbbing cock. He needed to get laid but appeasing his hunger was no simple matter. The idea of being with anyone other than Kena was as unappealing as Gloria had been yesterday.

The only relief from his frustration had been the constant pain in his leg. He’d purposely left his usual swim until dusk, hoping the exercise would tire him out to the point where he would be too exhausted to do anything but sleep tonight. Regrettably it hadn’t yet worked. Deciding to take a break, Baldwin stopped and reached out to grab the bottle of water he’d left at the end of the pool, but came up empty.

“Is this what you’re looking for?”

Wiping the water off his face, he looked up to see Kena sitting on a lounger next to the pool with the aforementioned water bottle. The sight of the cause of his ongoing frustration was both stimulating as well as disconcerting.

Unlike the last two times he’d seen her, she was wearing makeup. Not a lot, but just enough to accentuate her high cheekbones. Her full lips were shining in the fading sunset, begging to be kissed. She was wearing a pink tank top and patterned skirt that ended at her knees, showcasing her long, lean legs.

Rather than show his pleasure at her presence, he held out his hand, requesting the water. “If you don’t mind.”

As she walked to the edge of the pool, she pursed her lips in obvious annoyance. Leaning down, she handed him the bottle. “I thought maybe we could talk.”

Did she now. He unscrewed the cap and took a long swallow before asking, “About?”

Baldwin knew he was being difficult, but he wanted to see where she was going to take this. Besides, the longer she stood there the more opportunity he had to stare at her legs. The view had him hard and wanting her all over again.

“Are you looking up my skirt?” Kena’s accusatory tone had him dragging his glance from her alluring charms to her face, which was marred by a frown. He liked her much better when she was smiling.

“What do you expect, darling? When you present the gift in such an enticing package, you can’t expect a man not to look.”

She rolled her eyes, but the frown faded to be replaced with a Mona Lisa smile. “It wasn’t an invitation.”

“It certainly seemed that way to me.” He noticed she had stepped back, but otherwise had done nothing to dissuade him other than acting affronted, which he believed was just that, an act.

“Look, I came over here to apologize for my actions yesterday.”

Baldwin’s brow furrowed in displeasure. Great. While he’d been obsessed with thoughts of her, she’d been regretting their experience. He began to wonder if it had just been a pity kiss, one designed to let him feel like a man again, since she’d called a halt to things when it had gotten a little too intense.

“Okay, I don’t know what that look is, but I think you’re getting the wrong idea.”

“Really? What idea might that be?” Baldwin could feel his ire rising and tried to tamp down his irritation.

“I’m not really sure, but I’m sorry I was baiting you yesterday. That wasn’t my intention.”

“What was your intention then?”

“Hell, I don’t know anymore. Sometimes I speak without thinking. I guess I was trying to get a rise out of you.”

She’d certainly accomplished her goal, although probably not in the way she’d intended.

“So let me get this straight. You’re apologizing for the disagreement?”

“Yes, of course. Wait a minute. What did you think I was apologizing for?”

“The disagreement.”

“No, no, you thought I was apologizing for something to do with the kiss, didn’t you?”

“Not at all.” Although he’d been caught in the lie, it was kind of amusing to see her getting worked up over the issue. She stepped forward again, standing just at the edge of the pool. Her hands were now on her hips and her legs braced and ready for a fight, which only allowed him a better view up her skirt.

“Damn it, are you looking up my skirt again?” Kena gathered the material around her like a shield and bent down until she was almost at face level with him. “You are such a pervert.”

“You’re easily riled.”

“I am not. I just don’t understand how we can be having a serious conversation and the entire time you’re more concerned about looking up my skirt.”

He chuckled at her naivety. The reason was so obvious it hardly deserved an answer, but since she asked, “Because I’m a man?”

“You’re infuriating is what you are.”

“And you need to cool off.” Reaching up, he grasped her upper arms and tugged, pulling her into the pool. He could see her eyes go wide with the realization of what was to come just as she hit the water. He moved toward the shallow end of the pool as she came up sputtering and wiping her wet hair out of her face.

“You. Are. A. Dead. Man.”

Each word was enunciated distinctly. But instead of worry, Baldwin was too interested in noticing what the water had exposed. Her pink tank top was plastered to her skin and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were puckered and poking through the damp material.

“Did you hear me? Dead. Man. Do you know how long it’s going to take to flat iron my hair again?”

“Why would I know that?”

“Better question, why would you pull me into the pool? Something is seriously wrong with you.”

“You think so.” The madder she became, the harder he grew. Something was definitely wrong with him all right, because her fiery temper turned him on.

“I know so.” She moved through the water until she was standing right in front of him. Her dark eyes were flashing with anger and her black hair lay like strands of seaweed. She was the epitome of a drowned rat, but it didn’t detract from her beauty. He was beginning to believe nothing could.

“You’re an insufferable ass. I’m going to kill you.”

“But first you’re going to kiss me.”

He reached out and pulled her forcefully into his arms. Surprisingly she came willingly, grasping at his shoulders. Leaning down he captured her lips. She moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

The taste of Kena was as good as he’d remembered, hot and spicy with just a hint of sugar. Her tongue dueled with his as they kissed. Baldwin grasped her hips, bunching the material of her skirt in his hands. All he could think about was getting her out of her wet clothes so he could have access to her delectable skin.

With a quick yank he pulled the skirt over her hips and down past her thighs. She cooperated quite nicely by kicking her feet a few times, sending the skirt floating away. He broke their kiss and began nibbling down her neck, gently biting and then soothing her with a swipe of his tongue. At the same time she began to do some exploring of her own. Her free hand stroked down between them to touch his cock.

At the first touch of her hand, Baldwin moaned and thrust his hips in reaction, pressing his cock toward her questing fingers. He grasped the edge of her tank top and swiftly pulled it off, exposing her breasts to his gaze. The tips were like two dark brown berries, ones he was dying to taste. Taking advantage of the bountiful offering, he captured one of her turgid nipples in his mouth.

“Oh hell, yes.”





Sugar and Spice


By Liz Andrews








Available in e-book from Loose Id





Blurb


Rayne Jankowski is the middle sister in a family of psychics. The problem is, she the only one without powers. Or so she believes.


Unbeknownst to the customers at her health food café and Rayne herself, there's something extra in her muffins, and it isn't just sugar and spice. It's her will. Rayne is unknowingly infusing her power of persuasion into these baked goods. People come in with problems and walk out with solutions...of the mystical kind that is.


Unfortunately for her, her longtime crush Scott Marsten is also partaking of her psychic desserts, which now leaves her to wonder if he asked her out because he's drawn to her or because she mistakenly slipped him a mojo mickey.


For the life of him, Scott can't figure out why Rayne is suddenly pushing him away. Now that he's finally had a taste of the plus-size beauty, he isn't willing to just walk away. Scott believes in psychic powers almost as much as he believes in tooth fairies. He knows what he feels for Rayne is real; now if he could only convince the stubborn beauty of that.


Sugar and spice is nice...but true love is magical.




Excerpt


As they climbed the stairs to her apartment, Rayne was eager and filled with anticipation. Their bantering tonight had been fun, especially knowing their connection existed outside the confines of early mornings in the café. During the concert she had felt so comfortable in his arms. When he had taken the initiative to kiss her, she knew she was ready for their relationship to go further.

She had kissed many men in her life, but never had any of them affected her like he had. His lips on hers had sent an electric charge through her body. The rest of the audience had melted away. Her focus was centered totally on him and the feelings he was evoking. She wouldn’t have quibbled a bit if he had stripped her bare right then and there.

As she wrestled with the key to her apartment, she wondered where tonight might take them. Would he be a generous lover? Was he passionate in bed? Would he…

“Change your mind?”

Sheepishly, Rayne glanced up at Scott, embarrassed she had been caught fantasizing about their first time together instead of actually opening the door so they could live it out. Not wanting him to get the wrong idea and leave, she smiled and shook her head. “Nope, not at all.” With a renewed vigor, she unlocked the door to her apartment and ushered him inside.

Nervously, she turned on the light and shut the door, giving herself a few more minutes to gather her wits. After locking the deadbolt, she turned to face him. Instead of getting undressed like she’d hope, he was standing in the middle of the room, with hands in his pockets, looking around. “Nice place.”

“Thanks.” She tried to perceive the room from a stranger’s point of view. There was a faint smell of yeast and cinnamon from the bakery that permeated the room. The walls were painted a warm yellow and decorated with accents of red. Her furniture was all dark woods, but the room was large enough to handle the bold colors. Thankfully, her landlord allowed her to paint, because the sterile white walls would have sent her into a depression after two weeks.

“So what can you tell from my decorating?” Rayne took off her jacket, dropped it onto the floor, and walked purposely toward him.

“You’re very close to your family.”

“You already knew that.”

Scott flopped onto the extra wide chair and pulled her down onto his lap. “True, but if I didn’t, this room would have told me in a heartbeat.”

Looking around, she could see why he said that. She had pictures of her family everywhere. They were especially prominent across the mantel of her fireplace. She loved the older photos most of all, the slightly wrinkled sepia-toned ones of her great-grandparents. But thoughts of her family weren’t what interested her right now. She was more fascinated with the hardness she felt under her ass.

“Scott, don’t take this the wrong way, okay?”

“Okay…”

“But I don’t want to talk about my family anymore tonight.”

“Then what do you want to talk about?”

“That’s just it.” She lowered her gaze coyly. “I don’t want to talk.”

Slowly, she began to slip the buttons from their holes on his shirt, exposing his chest to her hungry gaze. She’d seen him covered in a tight T-shirt, but never bare-chested. It was a sight to behold. She spread his shirt and ran her hands over his chiseled torso. How this handsome man was interested in her was beyond her scope of understanding, but she wasn’t about to question her good fortune.

While she concentrated on her discovery, Scott’s hand had crept beneath her skirt and was now resting on her thigh. The feel of his callused palm on her soft flesh made her want to experience more. She leaned forward to kiss him.

The moment her lips touched his, his hand tightened on her leg as he explored her mouth. He urged her off his lap for a moment, only to turn her slightly before pulling her back down. This time, however, he spread her legs wide until she was straddling him. The apex of her thighs was now aligned with his cock, which was straining against his zipper.

His hands delved beneath her T-shirt, and he quickly had her bra unhooked. Not bothering to remove the garment, he pushed it up and out of the way. Rayne’s eyes closed as the sensations rushed over her. He cupped her breasts and kneaded the soft flesh as his thumbs brushed over her hardening nipples.

“Hmm, that feels so good.”

“Do you like this?” He pinched her nipples, bringing them to tight peaks.

Shivers of delight coursed along her body, and she could barely speak. “Ahh…yes, I like.”

He chuckled as he continued to tease and torment her sensitive nubs. She could feel the pull all the way to her pussy, and she shifted restlessly on him.

“Stop moving.”

“I can’t help it.” His touch had her pleasure centers whirling out of control. She wanted it all and she wanted it now.

“Lift your arms for me.”

She obeyed him immediately, and, he pulled her T-shirt off and then quickly divested her of the bra as well. Although she’d allowed him to disrobe her, she felt vulnerable sitting there topless while he was completely clothed. Especially when her plus-sized body was in full view. She crossed her arms over her chest and stomach, trying to camouflage what she didn’t want him to notice. Fortunately, he quickly quelled her doubts.

“None of that now.” He pulled her arms wide and leaned forward to capture one of the turgid peaks in his mouth, nibbling at the swollen tip before lathing it with his tongue. He released her arms, and her hands grasped at his shoulders. The solid feel of his cock beneath her had her rocking her now-aching pussy against him.

Rayne never heard the front door opening, but she was startled by the sound of her brother calling her name.

“Rainbow baby, what’s the…oh shit, sorry.”

“What the fuck?” Scott erupted in indignation.

“Oh my God.” This was a nightmare. How in the world did she forget her brother was staying with her? It wasn’t as if she was prudish when it came to nudity; she’d grown up on a commune for Pete’s sakes. But dancing around naked as a kid and getting caught by her brother while going to second base were two different things.

Rayne valiantly attempted to cover herself as Scott struggled to assist her and stand at the same time. It was a futile effort at best. “Who the hell are you?”

“Hey man, I’m sorry.” Forrest stood across the room, his back to them both as he shifted from foot to foot. “I’m Forrest, the older brother.”