Ms. Kimber, welcome back to the Hussy Lair! We have missed you! =) Thanks for coming hang out with me and my gang for my party!!! You know this is not a party unless I have you some where in the mix!!!
Woo hoo! Thank you for inviting me, C! You know I love your parties. They always have the best men... errr... I mean drinks. I'm happily married. Yeah, I don't even look... much.
Ms. Kimber, why don't you share a little about yourself with us...
I'm always torn about claiming to write contemporary romances because my stories are... well... unique. Take Tavos, my hero in Flawless, for instance (and I'd take that man any way I could). He isn't any bad boy primed for redemption. He's a bad, bad man and he doesn't magically become nicey-nice because he falls in love. The woman he falls in love with wouldn't exactly appear in any Harlequin Romance (which I do love to read) either. She is a couple bricks short of a full load but wow, is she a fun person to be around. I'd party with Grace anytime. That girl is up for anything.
You are so right, I love Grace - she is hilarious. If you want to check out my review of Flawless, please go -->> here.
Oh Oh Oh Oh, I hear we have some great news to celebrate besides my party... and the release of Flawless.... LADIES... Ms. Kimber's book ~~ Selling Forever, was nominated as one of LRC’s Best Contemporary Romances Of 2009!! WOoohoooo!!!!!
How does that make you feel? You have to be on top of the world with that?
Thanks babe. I am especially stoked because I wrote this novella for my dear, sweet mom. The bachelor auction storyline is one of her faves (though I did give it a twist). My mom's name is Shirley and there is a Shirley character in the story. My mom is taking full credit for the nom and I couldn't be happier.
So, what are you working on now... cuz I know you are a woman that does not sit still?
I just sent off Nik's story to my publisher. Nikolay appears in Invisible. He's the grandson of a Russian Mafia Godfather and is being groomed to take over. He is determined not to become his grandfather, Sergei. 'Course we all know how history repeats itself. We'll have to
wait and see if Nik escapes his destiny.
Ms. Kimber and I decided to mix this party up a bit... I have had her here a few times with all the standard questions, so we are going to offer you a little story we wrote together... hope you enjoy... and if you stick around to the end... there might be a giveaway at the end... hee hee....
A night of unbridled passion - raw, primal, hot and heavy. That was the night that Sam kept playing back in his mind while he sat at the bar savoring the last beer of the night. It had been one hellva week; being a fire fighter was not an easy job. But no matter what he did, how many fires he went to or how many people he saved, he only saw her face. All of his thoughts kept going back to that night and her - Nicole.
He ran his hands through his brown wavy locks and then one down his five o'clock shadow feeling shitty. What the hell was he doing? He had to stop thinking of her. Thinking of her would not bring her back to him. Or did he want her back with him. He was no good for her, she deserved better. He was broken inside that he had nothing to offer her and she deserved the world.
Two weeks ago, he met her at this bar. It was a friend of her's birthday. She was smoking hot and looking like she rather be any where but there. He approached her with a drink, her drink. He paid attention. Sam was getting off a thirty hour shift from the fire house and was looking to unwind. One beer, maybe two did not seem like a bad idea. Instead what he got was a night that rocked his world and a phone number.
He still had the number, even after two weeks. He kept it in case he wanted to call. You know that slim chance that he wanted to call. But he wouldn't. Sam had one bad relationship and that was like a blown out knee to a football player. It put him out of commission. He did not want to risk being hurt again. But every turn he made, he saw her face. Why was she was so different? What was so different
~~written by: cecile~~
Nicole hovered in the doorway. He was here. A part of her, specifically the part between her legs, knew he would be and that awareness made her body hum with anticipation. None of the other men she'd met since interested her. They didn't have his easy smile or his broad shoulders or, her gaze dropped, his tight ass. And after two weeks of traveling from city to city for business, she was aching for another hit of his five alarm charm.
She smoothed down her brand new black leather mini, flipped her blonde curls back, and strode toward him, putting a little extra wiggle into her walk. Heads turned. His didn't. He continued to nurse that beer he had in his hands.
Those big, rough hands. Mamma. "Sam." She deliberately brushed against his thigh
as she claimed the barstool beside him.
"Nicole." She almost laughed out loud at his dropped jaw. "I didn't call," he confessed.
"I'm glad." She waved at the bartender to get his attention.
"You're glad?" Lines appeared between Sam's trusting brown eyes.
"The number was fake. Or it could be real. I don't know." She shrugged, bringing his
attention to her jiggling chest. She wasn't wearing a bra… or panties. "All I know is it wasn't my number." The bartender walked their way. "Are you buying me a drink?"
"Yeah, sure, anything you like." Sam ordered the same drink he bought her two
"You remembered." Warmth spread from a place south of her stomach.
"I'd never forget a woman like you." He held her gaze. He had a way of looking at her like she was the only other person on the planet. "I'm not a good man, Nicole. You deserve better."
"Likely." She winked. He was taking this second encounter a tad bit too seriously. Next she knew it, he'd be proposing marriage, committing her to yet another long engagement going nowhere. "Lucky for you, I'm not interested in better. I'm interested in you."
~~written by kimber~~
"Nicole, look I wanna be Mr. Nice guy and tell you that I am exactly what you need, but I am not. So, just drink your damn drink and go." He sounds a bit to harsh, even to his own ears but he had to be mean to get her to leave. He knew he was no good for her. But something deeper wanted her to stay. And damnit, he wanted her to keep touching him the way she was.
Nicole took a sip of her drink, set it down and stared him right down to his soul. "You want me to leave huh?" As she spoke, she trailed her fingernail up his thigh. "What makes you so sure you are not just want I need?" Now she was pushing farther, her fingers digging into his jeans right above where his erection was pressed tightly behind his zipper. "Whose to say that I am not good for you, Sam?"
The way she said his name made whatever sense he did have take a jump out the window. He grabbed her hand, tossed some bills on the bar and stalked out the bar. He walked in silence with her hand, small and dainty, in his big, calloused hand. What the hell was he thinking? He approached his truck, opened the passenger door and nearly barked at her, "Get in." He almost came right there watching her sweet ass get in his truck with that fucking tight ass mini skirt she had on. He stalked over to his side, flung open his door and closed it with just as much force. Other women would be scared to death. Not her, not his Nicole.
She must have read his mind, "If you think you are scaring me, you are not. I know who you are Sam and where you heart lies. Or have you forgotten that night?" How could he fucking forget the night. That night changed his world. That night changed his standards for a woman because now no other woman would ever measure up to her. "Because I can not forget Sam. No matter how hard I try. It's like you are freaking branded on my soul. What did you do to me?"
He turned off the truck and turned towards her, "What you mean what I did to you? What did you do to me? No other woman compares to you. Hell, I can't even look at another woman without thinking about you. So, what did you do to me?"
"I loved you Sam... Like you should be loved."
~~written by: cecile~~
Is love worth killing for?
Grace Williams has a list of things she wants to do before she dies: walk a tightrope, dye her hair purple, skinny dip in the ocean, kiss the scarred stranger sent to kill her…
Yeah, Tavos Santos is a killer but f— it if he’s going to be Grace’s killer. There are other relationships he’d rather have with the gloved beauty. None of them requiring knives.
It takes a killer to catch a killer. Now Tavos must decide… Is love worth killing for?
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