Ahh, the LUSTY month of May!

It's Here! It's May! When everyone knows, everyone goes Blissfully Astray!
Tra La~~ It's here! My very first Blaze, LET IT RIDE is on shelves now! I'm so excited, I'm giving away a copy of my book plus the DVD of the movie LUCKY YOU which features Eric Bana (the model for my hero) on a motorcycle in Vegas. I pitched my idea and had chosen my hero months before I ever heard of this movie, I swear. Ask my editor. :) And one more funny story about writing this book:
I decided I needed to visit Las Vegas to properly “research” my setting for this book, so I dragged my husband along kicking and screaming (yeah, right) for a short 3-day vacation to “Sin City”. We managed to take in 3 shows (all topless) and see all the big tourist sights. Although we didn’t stay at the MGM Grand, I needed to check out the Keno girl uniform there, plus get a feel for the lobby, nightclubs and bars. But my husband took his “researcher assistant” job very seriously and diligently studied all the hotel Keno Girl/waitress uniforms to see which one showed the most cleavage. His results? The Paris Hotel. Ahhh, the French. C’est la Vie!

Tomorrow I'll choose a winner from among everyone who comments on today's blog.

Here's a blurb and an excerpt from LET IT RIDE!

Used to living life at full throttle, Captain Cole Jackson is eager to prove he still has what it takes. War injuries have permanently grounded him from ever flying fighter jets again and he needs a new challenge. When he sets his sights on a beautiful but remote Keno girl his buddies bet him he can’t bed her in a week. But as soon as Cole has slept with her he realizes he's made a tactical error. The haunting beauty has secrets that rock his world and make him want to be her personal warrior.


Cole cruised around Vegas, his mind mulling over new strategies to make Jordan give in to him.
Never mind the challenge, he needed her. It had nothing to do with proving himself to his buddies. He just...needed her.
And it didn’t take a brain surgeon to know she felt the same pull of desire he did. Their kiss had sparked every nerve ending he had, and he’d felt it igniting all through her and back into him.
But how to keep her from hitting the all systems off button again?
Winning was all about tactics. Tonight, he’d lost his cool and scared Jordan off. Bad habit. Leaping before he thought. Failing to curb his impulses. Same reason he’d gotten shot down.
As he pulled the Harley into the Grand’s parking garage, he heard a screech of tires and a car horn honking. From the corner of his eye he caught a flash of red sequins in front of the honking cab. What the hell? Jordan was flipping the driver the bird as she strode past, heading back toward the hotel from the bus stop. And she was staring right at him.
Their gazes met. Her eyes flared. A tense energy radiated from her. My God. He was completely captivated. Her blond hair flowed around her shoulders, reminding him of a proud lioness.
He u-turned his bike into the exit lane and pulled up next to her.
There was a wild look in her eyes. “I’ll take that ride now.”
Suddenly, he couldn’t think. Maybe it was all the blood rushing south. She wasn’t usually in her work clothes at the bus stop. And she wasn’t usually off this early. Something must have happened.
He shrugged out of his jacket, draped it over her shoulders and she slipped her arms in. Then he gestured for her to get on. “Where do you live?”
As she settled behind him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and her breasts pressed against his back. “I don’t want to go home.”
Her words socked him in the gut. “Where to, then?” He held his breath.
“Anywhere. Away from everything.” Her voice trembled.
He could take her there and beyond. But he’d have to be a world class jerk to take advantage of her in this mood. “Look, maybe you should-”
“Just get me out of here. Please.” Her arms tightened and one hand roamed over his chest, the other down over his zipper.
His breathing hitched and his dick tried to jump into her palm. He clamped his jaw shut. “Zip the coat. The wind bites.”
Her arms left him and he heard the zip, and when she hugged him this time her hands spread across his stomach and chest. He checked the traffic, then roared out of the parking garage.
As Cole sped onto Las Vegas Boulevard, all he could think about was the heat, the slightest breath and movement, of her plastered against his back.
Once they passed the city limits she slid her hand under his belt and cupped his rock hard cock through his briefs. And even though she hadn’t moved her hand except to accommodate his lengthening, he was the most turned on he’d ever been in his life. He felt like one wrong move could have him begging for mercy.
Why hadn’t he taken her straight up to his room? Because he’d heard the restlessness in her voice. She wanted to escape the hotel and everything it stood for. And so did he. Heading out into the desert night with her clinging tightly to him brought some primal urge to the surface. To haul his woman away from the world and keep her for himself.
With the eternal lights of Vegas only a glow on the horizon behind them, he slowed down, pulled off the road and into the dirt, and killed the engine. Beyond his headlight’s beam, the sand and scrub disappeared into black nothingness, as if the rest of the world didn’t exist. He could hear his ragged breathing, and hers. He could smell his desire. And hers.
He twisted to look at her, his hands squeezing the handlebars. Wondering if she’d leave him blue-balled, he searched her eyes.
She framed his face with her hands and pulled his mouth to hers. Her kiss tasted of desperate hunger as she slipped her tongue inside.
Fumbling to kick down the bike stand, he took control of the kiss, taking it deep and wet. But she pulled away.
“This is just for tonight, right? Like you said: no promises.”
“Uh...yeah, sure.” At this point, he would have signed a contract in blood.
She nodded and slowly unzipped the jacket.
He unbuckled his belt, gripped her around the waist and pulled her in front of him, onto his lap. While she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, she somehow straddled the seat to face him and hooked her legs over his thighs.
After that, things got frantic. Dig through his wallet for a condom. Run his hands through her silky hair like he’d been dreaming of. And never stop kissing her. He couldn’t get enough of her mouth and tongue, or her sweet, sexy whimpers.
Her hands were all over him too. Her fingers combed through the hair at the back of his neck, and he shivered. She grabbed the edge of his tee-shirt and lifted it to run her hands over his chest, tweaking his nipples until he wanted to squirm and beg. Then she roamed down to unbutton and unzip him and her fingers grazed his stiff, sensitive cock. Their mouths never breaking contact, she pulled down his briefs and encircled him. Sensations exploded. She stroked him with long, sensual pulls.
Oh, yes. His desire crested. He needed release. He needed to have her surrounding him.
Only vaguely aware that he’d moaned and growled like some crazed animal, he pushed into her caress. Then her hand and mouth were gone as she leaned back, yanked off his jacket and draped it over the handlebars. Closing her eyes, she pulled her top over her head, taking her bra with it. Thankful he’d left his headlight on, Cole licked his lips at the sight of her lush, round breasts. Blood pounded in his ears as he stared at her.
His erection painfully hard, he cupped her breasts and squeezed them, lifting one to his mouth. Her skin tasted sweet and salty and spicy all at once. Her nipples were perfect, large and dusky. He suckled and licked and buried his nose between the heavy mounds as he kissed their silken flesh.
He might never get enough of them. She was the ultimate high. One taste and he’d become a Jordan junkie.
As soon as the thought hit, his cock jumped and ached. He trailed kisses down to her quivering stomach, biting lightly, nibbling into her belly button and further down to the edge of her panties. He wanted inside her now. “Take them off.”