His gaze did a slow crawl from her face, down the skin of her neck and between her breasts before returning at an equally glacial pace. There wasn’t an ounce of strain in his expression or in the way he held her. Seconds passed—maybe even a full minute. Never, not once, did she think he couldn’t hold her there for another hundred years if determined to do so.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper.

“With my life.”

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Your favorite romance authors. Their favorite recipes.

When she lowered her mouth, intentionally leaving him with a kiss that left her breathless, she pulled back just far enough to stare into his eyes. “I’m just trying to be polite by giving you a break and then I’ll be wanting more. Not unsatisfied lover. Greedy.”

Sebastian pushed his hands into her hair. “Fuck being polite,” he muttered before branding another kiss on her lips.

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Quite frequently on Twitter, people will mention some great new recipe they’ve tried or post pictures of something they’ve just cooked or baked. The result is a number of followers asking for a recipe. Those with a web site will post it on their blog, and others will simply post the recipe to Twitter.

It struck me that what better way to promo ourselves, our recipes and our books than to combine them all in one place? So in a stroke of mania (yeah, I do have those bouts. Don’t judge me. lol), I grabbed a Blogspot address, a domain name, a Twitter account, a Facebook page and an email address… all belonging to RomanceCooks.com. The next day I rigged an icon for it too. I sent out a call for participants and in under 24-hours, every slot was taken.

So, starting February 1st, you can go to RomanceCooks.com (add it to your blog reader!) and check out a new author with one of their favorite recipes. Some authors have linked the recipe to a book, even.

I’m not sure if this will be as well received on the reader-side as it has been on the author-side, but I absolutely love the idea and stand behind it 100%. Hopefully, with enough interest I’ll be able to most posts from one a week to two a week. (Any more than that I think is overkill, but that’s just me.)

Join me on 2.1.2012 for the launch, will you?

All the Best,

“I’ve changed my mind. You’re going to kill me,” she complained. Her eyes were unfocused, her breathy statement almost unintelligible.

He ran his lips over the sensitive skin of her thighs. Alice twisted beneath his scorching touch, almost as if he branded her with his mouth, a moan spilling from her in approval. “Would it be such a horrible way to die?”

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Bast clenched his jaw, fighting for control of his body. He tried to distract himself. “I would stop if you asked me, Alice. It would kill me but I would stop.”

She lifted her head and gifted him with a wry smile. “Stop and I’ll be the one to kill you.”

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Growling, he pushed up. Demanded his body to heed the command to rise. There was a split-second of victory, when he was certain he could move without collapsing again. But as he looked toward the back door, figuring it would only take half a dozen steps to make it inside, his vision narrowed. And pain exploded down his back.

Bast screamed, unable to hold back the cry of being tortured by a body that was no longer under his control.

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Walking with the silken grace he’d adopted after becoming a warrior, he changed direction to go to the kitchen. There was a disquiet within him and perhaps a good old fashioned snack of cookies and milk would help calm what ailed him. Of course, it didn’t take a psychiatrist to tell him that the munchies had little to do with food or even blood.

“What’s gotten into you?” he muttered to himself as he stood at the large butcher block island. When was the last time a woman—damn it, especially a human—had made him feel this way?

There was a full sleeve of Chips Ahoy sitting in the pantry, untouched, but Bast knew he could plow through a dozen of them and that achy craving wouldn’t be touched.

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Happy New Year, y’all.

“You wouldn’t want this life,” he said quietly. They could be lovers for as long as she was willing to stay with him. But as mates…it was an impossible scenario. “It’s not easy and not even remotely glamorous. Books make it seem romantic and erotic. I promise you, it’s not.”

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When her touch went lower, stroking over the ridge of flesh tightening his pants, the same slow inhale became ragged.

“Not here,” he said, his voice rough.

The words managed to penetrate the haze of her mind. She kept stroking him. Memorizing the length of his promise. “Even if I want it?”

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