It's book trailer Thursday...

It's Thursday, so today I am uploading one of my trailers...

One that goes with my Wednesday excerpt...

Double Your Pleasure

Hope you enjoy it...

Fran Lee

http://www.franleeromance.com

It's Excerpt Wednesday...

Double Your Pleasure

by Fran Lee

Except Copyright 2009/2010/2011/2012/2013/2014

Jason Blackstone lifted one black brow and let his eyes slip over her clear complexion and blue eyes, over the pained smile to her full bottom lip and back to her eyes again. “I’d really love to have a caramel mocha latté, triple sweet with extra cream.” His delicious deep voice was quiet and held a note of question.

The woman heaved a sigh and said patiently, “Still no caramel. You want a repeat of the one I made you earlier?” She seemed pissed off. Hmmm. Only one explanation.

Jace inhaled the softly floral scent of her tousled warm blonde hair before he smiled. “I see you already met my brother.” His smile was rueful now. “Yeah. I’ll take whatever he had.”

The woman blinked and her jaw dropped. She stared at him like he had two heads, and he couldn’t help but react with a slow, wicked grin.

“There can’t possibly be two of you,” she blurted, before hot color flooded her cheeks.

He watched, fascinated, as warm color spread from her neckline up over that sweetly damp face, as she blew a tendril of honey hair out of her face and chewed that lush lower lip so enticingly. Sweet Lord, but he would love to feel that full, pouty lip as he sucked it into his mouth to nibble and tease it. Her eyes slid away in delightful embarrassment, and he wanted to reach across the counter and pull her up to kiss that utterly edible mouth.

He laughed softly, and the whipped-cream sound curled around her mind, shooting straight down to her belly, then burst upward toward her breasts. Holy shit! Two men who looked like that? Two men who had this kind of sorcerer’s effect on her poor mind and body? She turned quickly to get his latté, and when it was sealed, she shoved it across the glass. A twenty was sitting there, and she picked it up, turning to ring the latté up.

“Keep the change. If you had to deal with Jon earlier, you earned it. I see you still have all your clothes on, and you don’t look like you’ve been attacked and bent over the counter for a quickie.”

She started to tell him his brother certainly wouldn’t have gotten that far with her, but he just grinned wickedly and saluted her with the steaming cup, before heading toward the cab stand on the corner.

She stood staring after his retreating broad shoulders, her heart thumping madly in her chest. Twins. Dear Lord! The thought of two men like that almost caused her to hyperventilate. Fantasies of the asshole and the not-so-asshole flitted through her mind as she turned to the next customer, and forced her mind back to business. But after seeing the matched pair of hotties, her libido was on overdrive all day long, and all she could do was pray for quitting time so she could take the subway home and dig out her little box of toys!

Fran Lee 

If you have not had the double pleasure of reading this one, you can find it on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Ellora's Cave, and many other fine online bookstores.

Sent my revised wip to my editor...

Is it Friday yet?

It's been a long week for me...and it's only Tuesday. I know what they mean by WTF.  My days and nights are totally backwards...These doggoned shingles are the pits.  Can't sleep for more than a couple of hours before waking up in pain and having to move around. You know how that goes...ONCE UP, YOU CANNOT GET BACK TO SLEEP!

But I did manage to resubmit my wip to my lovely editor. Hope it passes inspection. I'd love to get another book out by July. 

I have restarted my special secret project three times now...I am just not quite satisfied with the way it's going. It's really difficult to have to create a book with a series in mind, because that means I actually have to PLAN...

And THINK...

AND I DON'T WANT TO MESS IT UP.

Sigh.  I think I prefer writing by the seat-of-the-pants methodology.

Want another excerpt from Skinwalker's Woman, for those of you who may not have rushed right out and bought it last October? (That would probably about 75% of you...LOL!) Here it is...

Skinwalker's Woman

excerpt copyright 2014 Fran Lee

Zeke heard her call out from the door of the outhouse and stepped off the porch to assure her he was there. He watched the circle of light from the lantern bob along as she hesitantly picked her way along the path from the privy to the cabin, then old ba’ts’osé howled to call his mate, and the innocent sound sent the woman into a headlong flight of terror. He barely reached her as she plunged forward, having tripped over her own feet in those deadly stilettos she chose to wear. He removed the lantern from her trembling fist and wrapped his free arm tightly around her as she clutched his body and sobbed against his chest.

He didn’t try to calm her. He simply buried his lips in her soft hair and breathed in her sweet, city-girl perfume and the scent of vanilla shampoo. He allowed her to calm herself with her tears, and when she’d collected herself enough to release her stranglehold on his body and step away a bit, he eased his arm from around her and lifted her chin gently with his free hand. “Ba’ts’osé wouldn’t hurt you. He protects this place while I sleep. He knows you are mine, as do all the small creatures you are so afraid of. The mouse digs a new burrow for her family. The owl and the fox go about their nightly hunting. Nothing in the night will harm you, except maybe those shoes you’re wearing.”

She stiffened and moved away from his hand on her face. “Don’t make fun of me. I’ve never been in a place like this. Unfamiliar things can scare a person. But I suppose nothing scares you.”

She couldn’t see the smile that curved his lips. “I fear many things, sweet thing. Especially you…”

Chellie blinked, her eyes searching the dark shadows above her that she knew hid his face. The lantern light didn’t give her any clue to what he’d meant by that. “You’re afraid of me?”

“Damn right.” The deep voice and his warm breath stirred her hair. “You are the only thing out here that can harm me.”

“How could I possibly hurt you?” she scoffed. “Have you ever taken a good look at yourself in a mirror? You outweigh me by a ton, and you dwarf me…not to mention that you’re built like a brick wall.”

She could feel the heat of his body, despite being several inches from him. She could smell the intoxicating scent of sage, juniper, pine pitch and man…as well as the dampness of her own tears.

Holy shit!

Her senses had never been so sharp…so alive before. The terror she’d experienced moments ago was gone. His presence and his aura had swept them away like a strong breeze.

His aura… Her inner voice told her to trust him.

Oh sure…but can I trust myself around him?

 
She slowly lifted her hand and placed it on his chest at the level where she knew his heart beat slowly and comfortingly. What drew her so completely to this stranger? Why did her inner voice purr softly inside her in his presence? Why did she crave—yes, that was the word—his closeness? Why was she no longer afraid? And for Pete’s sake, why the friggin’ hell couldn’t she even touch him without visualizing fucking his brains out?

Had her fury at Karl set free some inner nympho demon? She had never been so wanton, so utterly horny, in her entire life. It almost reminded her of that perfume ad on TV that bragged about the product containing human pheromones. Was that even possible? Did human beings even have pheromones? The idea had intrigued her, but she hadn’t gone out and bought any. She inhaled his scent again and wondered if maybe Zeke had gone out and bought himself some, because she sure as hell got all wobbly inside and her pussy clenched and her heart beat faster every time she got close to this guy.

The feel of his heart beating faster under her palm left her breathless. Her nipples beaded and her breasts grew heavy just thinking of his big hands on them, slowly kneading and adoring them. Did she have the same kind of effect on him? It sure seemed like it. Of course, that was ridiculous. Michelle Abernathy wasn’t the type of female to make men go nuts with lust. But as the big man’s breathing grew ragged and he growled softly under his breath, she wondered if maybe she’d have to revise that opinion.

Maybe being out here in the desert too long can do that to a guy.

But at that moment, he stepped away, holding the lantern up to light the rest of the path back to the cabin. “You can have the bed. I’ll sleep out here.”

Hugs!

Fran Lee

http://www.franleeromance.com

Sent off my latest wip, and now I'm waiting for the verdict...

So I am going to entertain myself by putting up some sexy men...

My drooling thanks to the photographers, models, and Facebook users who love to upload hot guys for us to steal. 

 

Hugs!

 

Fran

http://www.franleeromance.com

Nicky Peacock interviewed me!

Nicky Peacock  has been interviewing other authors, and I held my hand in the air and begged to be included.

Please drop by and leave a comment? Please? Pretty Please?  

http://nickypeacockauthor.wordpress.com/2014/04/02/interview-with-fran-lee/ 

Hugs!

Fran

I just finished creating a brand new website...

And I would like your opinions...

I have been looking to modernize and professionalize my sad little Angelfire free website, but just couldn't afford the website redesign by a real pro, nor could I afford the monthly update fees they wanted to charge me.  So I was crying in my beer, until one of my friends suggested that I try an inexpensive web hosting site that was professional looking, and easy to keep up.

I followed her advice. I got one of the wix sites like she has, and she kindly got me started. I spent many more hours today working on it...perfecting it...and finally got it to where I think I can actually do it without a babysitter. LOL! (Now, if I could just learn to spell...)

I paid a professional to fix me up with some logos and a banner, and now it actually appears to be a real professional website.  Simple, clean, and something I can be proud of.  Of course, I will keep my Angelfire site, and link to it to  show reviews and stuff.

So can you trot on over to my new site and let me know what you think?

I want to thank my cover goddess, Syneca, for all her tireless efforts to help me out here. If not for you, I would still be crying in my beer,,,and that would be a terrible waste of a good Corona.

Hugs!

Fran Lee

http://franleeromance.wix.com/franleeromance 

Another excerpt anyone?

Come, My Love

by Fran Lee

Excerpt copyright 2014 by Fran Lee

“Hey, Karen! I’m at the airport. Did you arrange for a ride?” Fran sidestepped a gaggle of sniffling kids with a frazzled mother trying to herd them along to the baggage pickups, her nose wrinkling.

God, how I hate airports! Hundreds of people jammed together like sheep—people who didn’t know how to cover their mouths when they coughed jostling with those begging for nickels and quarters for this charity or that. She gave a firm shake of her head and ignored the bowl a young person wearing an orange robe shoved under her nose.

“Sorry, I have no change on me,” she lied.

“Bless you, sister.” The young man smiled beatifically and she winced at her own lack of resolve as she hesitated and switched her roll-along handle to her left hand. She heaved a long-suffering sigh and used her free hand to fish a small fistful of change from the bottom of her jacket pocket, dumping it into and over the sides of the bowl.

“Thank you very much!” The youth grinned.

“Yeah…sure…” She gritted her teeth as she managed to switch her roll-along case to her right hand again, still juggling her cell phone on her shoulder.

She’d missed everything that Karen was saying and all she caught was, “…should be there by now. Probably waiting by the baggage pickup for your flight…”

She barely screeched to a halt before tripping over a child who’d bent over to pick up one of the dimes she’d scattered. She almost dropped the phone and just caught it, only to find that she’d disconnected the damn call during her juggling act.

For Pete’s sake! Just get me out of here, Lord!

Unfortunately, not a single saint or deity was paying her  the slightest attention.

With a groan of disgust she craned her neck around the area, looking for the signs that would lead her out of this zoo…and collided painfully hard with a solid body standing directly in her path.

“Oh God! I’m so sorry!” she gasped as she found herself suspended above the floor by the grace of God and one hell of a powerful arm wrapped firmly around her waist. Her roll-along overnight case dangled precariously from her fingertips and she clutched her shoulder bag with her laptop in a death grip while attempting vainly to get her slippery, leather-soled shoes back where they belonged—under her.

Can anything else possibly go wrong?

“Here…let me take that bag so you can get your balance, Franny.” The far-too-familiar voice came from the direction of the big, hard body holding onto hers.

Her head snapped up so fast that her forehead met his dimpled chin with a painful crack. “Ouch!” she gasped, wincing at the blow, then instantly forgetting the pain as her mouth fell open and her eyes widened in horror.

“Damn, Gerrard, but you have a hard head!” she snapped to cover the rush of heat that zipped from her belly to her suddenly wet core.

Oh. My. God! What the hell is Jack Gerrard doing here? He can’t be…my ride?

Without a word he levered her back to an upright position, then rubbed his chin gingerly with his free hand. “You still try to destroy all the men who want to pick you up?”

Fran realized numbly that he hadn’t relinquished his death grip on her waist and their hips seemed to be fused from navel to knee. Dear God! How many times had she dreamed about being in this exact position with him? His minty breath warmed her forehead despite her lanky height, and for the first time in years she felt small and weak as he easily shifted her and maintained his firm grip while she struggled to regain control of her shoulder bag, finally shifting it to his waiting hand.

“I…I didn’t mean to… I mean…” Her forehead throbbed from the contact with his rock-hard chin.

Blue eyes pinned her as his lips curved into that sexy, patented Jack Gerrard smile and memories flooded back over her from so many years ago. She blinked furiously to stop the ridiculous flow of tears as that smile changed to a frown of worry.

“You okay, Franny? Hell, did I hurt you, honey?”

Did he just call me “honey”?

 
Her knees almost gave out. She should be feeling outrage at the term of affection but she couldn’t quite muster that particular feeling. Instead she started blubbering like a total fool. She shook her head and slapped her hand over her quivering mouth, too humiliated by this absurd rush of overwhelming emotion to say a word. Her wide eyes took in every plane and curve of his handsome face. He hadn’t changed one bit in ten years.

In fact he’s even more gorgeous than I remembered him.

More handsome than his pictures in the magazines.

Oh God! And he was gathering her closer, patting her back and pressing her face gently into his shoulder in the most delicious, protective way. She couldn’t possibly stop the flood of tears.

How humiliating!

She sobbed helplessly, wetting his leather jacket and pressing her forehead into the hollow between his strong throat and his shoulder, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. People instantly crowded around and she felt like burrowing into his chest for protection.

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