Falling in Love

Chad - BudRalph03 (2)I am falling in love. It’s a perpetual writer’s hazard. We romance authors have a habit of adoring our heroes and heroines. The object of my affections these days are twofold, ‘Chainsaw Chad’ of The Wolf with the Broken Smile, and Jersey, the heroine of Wolf Without.

Today, I found a picture to post at my desk for Chainsaw Chad. For some reason I always have to have a pic for my heroes, but I never need one for my heroines.

Go figure.

I have long given up trying to make sense of the way I write. It seems the more I attempt to corral my stories, the more they don’t flow. So, I’ve surrendered and these days I let the characters do what they will.

So, what do you think of my new pic for Chad? Stay tuned for boards on Pinterest for three books.

Here’s a little teaser from The Wolf with the Broken Smile:

Blizzard conditions—check.

Transportation impossible—check.

Being forced to spend the night at Chad Lexington’s condo—check.

“My sister keeps a few clothes here.”

The object of Lizzie White’s sexual fantasies for the last four months raked her from tilted beret to BDSM-style boots. Her nipples sizzled under his intent stare. She prayed her feverish desire and frazzled nerves didn’t show, and clamped her mouth shut.

“She’s shorter than you.”

His gaze fixed on her chest and no amount of willing her blood to cool worked. Her nipples budded and her juices tickled her labia. Sweat coated her nape and her grip on the laptop case white-knuckled.

“It’d probably be better if I loaned you sweats and a T-shirt. They’ll be big, but that’s better than wearing too tight clothes.”

The devil had it in for her. His sweats abrading her pussy. The material that gloved his cock riding her clit. Cat on a hot tin roof had nothing on the sexual tension driving her. “Thanks, but not necessary, I sleep in the altogether. I am sorry to put you to such an inconvenience, however.”

Lie number one, she wasn’t sorry at all.

Had Mr. Stoic actually blinked at her I-sleep-naked declaration?

“It’s not as if you caused the worst weather conditions in the last century of Chicago weather.” As usual his smile didn’t quite reflect in those impenetrable silver-rimmed eyes.

She repressed a grin. Of course, he’d never in this universe believe she’d caused the blizzard deliberately. But she had. It had all been part of the plan to seduce him. Lizzie couldn’t wait for him to see her without the glasses and the dowdy clothes she normally wore. As it was, the boots had had him flummoxed from the second she’d stepped into his condo.

“The snow’s so wet I wouldn’t be surprised if we lost power soon.”

Perfect. Hot sex happened in blackouts.

Hope you enjoyed!





  1. I really like it when folks get together and share views.
    Great site, stick with it!

  2. Rippling muscles highlighted by firelight. Yummy.

  3. Loved the little teaser…thanks foe sharing Jianne!

  4. Isn’t he just delish, Colleen? I’m fanning myself too. I have a feeling this story is going to fly off the keyboard 🙂

  5. Colleen C. says

    Oooh boy! I had to fan myself… what a hot pic! 😉

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