Crawl in Bed With Angelina Rain

 Crawling Into Bed With Angelina Rain

And Rescued Love

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton? Silk, of course! Black silk sheets because I like the better things in life. Don't you?

What are you wearing? I'm one of those old fashioned women who likes to wear those skimpy little baby doll like dresses to bed.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight? Ice cream! I love funky flavors too, like right now I'm having coffee flavored ice cream.

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find? Oh, nothing much. Just spare batteries, my vibrator, anal beads, condoms, and flavored lube. Where else would I keep that stuff?

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night? My back needs to be covered, but I do like to have one leg sticking out.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up? *Shivers* But then I'll be cold too.

What are we reading?

We're reading Rescued Love, my new contemporary romantic suspense.

One by one, household dogs disappear only to come back after senseless abuse. Veterinarian Jordan Powell will stop at nothing to ensure her patients' safety. Even if that means seeking help from ex-boyfriend, police officer Nate Thrillson, the man whose heart she once broke.

The last thing Nate wants is a relationship. He has an inoperable cancerous tumor in his brain and his days are numbered. Yet, he couldn't resist Jordan.

It's a race against time to save the dogs and the man who captured her heart. Can the doctor, who made a life out of helping animals, heal a human?

"We have to talk." His tone dripped with tension.

She turned to him. "I've had enough bad news for this week. Whatever it is can wait a couple of minutes."

He looked irked and worried, and he avoided her gaze. The moment seemed to stretch forever and Nate ran his hand over the back of his neck. Eventually, he nodded.

She indicated for him to sit at the kitchen table and pulled out the leftover lasagna Petra had brought over that morning. She popped it into the oven.

"I hope you like lasagna," she said in an attempt to start a normal conversation.

"Did you make it?"

"No." She sat across from him. "Petra did."

Why was Nate so tense? She was curious to know what he intended to tell her, but given the pained expression on Nate's face, she was also scared. From the look in his eyes, it wasn't going to be something she wanted to hear.

"So anything new about the case?"

He shook his head. Her attempt at conversation failed.

It wasn't until after dinner as Jordan washed the dishes that Nate spoke. "We have to talk."

Jordan turned to face him, the damp rag from drying the plates hung in her hands. "Can't it wait?"

"No." He stood, and walked closer to her, his stance powerful. He looked dangerous. His eyes were cold, hard, the look in them hollow and heartbroken.

She didn't expect to hear any good news so she braced for the worst. "What is it?"

Nate sighed deeply, as though stalling what he had to say. "I can't see you ever again."

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Upcoming Release: Risking It All

After nearly a year, Bastian Grey is growing discontent with the lack of intimacy in his relationship with Rick Claremont. Can an adopted cat be the key to a real relationship?  


"Turn over." Rick's raspy voice caressed his lips before he drew away to kneel beside Bastian.
"I want to gaze into your eyes while you make love to me," Bastian protested. Rick avoided intimacy whenever and however he could. Rick's eyes narrowed at the words make love, but he didn't respond, no doubt choosing to ignore the comment. Nevertheless, his slender, strong hands guided Bastian onto his side, stroked gently down his spine. Bastian relaxed. At least like this he could see Rick's face, could watch his eyes darken, his cheeks flush.
Rick pressed a warm, soft kiss at his nape, and Bastian moaned softly. Rick could call it fucking but there was too much gentleness, too much caring in his touch, in the brush of his lips, to be anything other than affection and lovemaking.
The smaller man brushed his fingers down, tracing the muscles of Bastian's back, teasing him into relaxing, coaxing him into position. Bastian drew his knee up to the side, giving Rick access to his body. A cap snicked and a slick, gentle finger probed between his cheeks, massaging gently at the opening there. Bastian sighed, pushing into the touch. He needed that touch so much. It shocked him sometimes how much he relied on these "dates" with Rick.
"Good idea." Rick murmured against his spine.
"Uh?" His body focused on the pleasure of Rick's touch, on the heat of his breath whispering across his skin, stirring the fine hairs. The furor of his heartbeat in his ears, the loud rush of blood nearly drowned the words out.
"Meeting at this place today." This place meant the hotel closest to Arden's office complex, a small, discreet establishment in the business district that probably catered to more than its share of nooners and cheating spouses.


Tantalizing Tuesday #1A


He waved at the stone. I ignored his redirection and stepped up close, bending to nuzzle his ear through the waves of dark hair that fell past his shoulders. His breath caught before he shoved me away.

I turned from his sexy slouch to the object in front of me. "You can't be serious."

"Indeed I am, Arthur."

"You want me to pull that sword from that stone."


I faced him squarely. "Merlin, I've wanted you for a long damn time. I'd do just about anything for the chance to fuck you. But this..."

He twisted his fingers in his flowing beard. "Too much? What if I told you, if you pull that sword out of the stone, you get not just me, but Camelot as well?"

His certainty made me uneasy. "Camelot is a myth." Was he stoned? Drunk? Insane? I had, after all just picked him up from a bar.

"Does that matter when destinies are in the making?" His brows knit in a thoughtful frown.

"Destiny? It's 2012, not 1220. You're not a magician, I'm not a king. Step out of your rpg."

"Then there's nothing to lose by pulling that sword from the stone."

Be Yourself

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955