Guest Author and Giveaway with Tina Donahue

I am thrilled to have as my guest author today, Tina Donahue who is celebrating her newest release IN HIS ARMS which will be released Sept 03 from Ellora's Cave.....

So please give Tina a warm welcome, enjoy the post, the excerpt and please link over and read my review of IN THIS ARMS...... and don't forget to enter the contest to win your choice of 1 of 6 books!!!

When a Man Wants a Woman. . .

Few things are more powerful in romance than a man desiring a woman, wanting no other man to touch her or have her.

As readers, we want to see the hero’s passion, feel his rage at any male intruding upon his territory. As the testosterone builds, so does the conflict and passion.

That’s the kind of power I wanted in my upcoming erotic romance In His Arms. To show you what I mean by a man aching to have a woman, here’s a blurb and an excerpt.

BLURB:

Owned by one man, loved by another. . .

ducted and delivered into sexual slavery, Lori has surrendered her will in order to survive. For more than a decade, she’s been known as Summer, a lovely submissive, her owner’s possession until he gives her to his newest lieutenant, a mysterious man called RJ. Commanding and virile, RJ dominates without cruelty and possesses without threat, engendering a mixture of safety and passion. In his strong arms, Summer enjoys carnal pleasure she’s never known and tenderness she’s craved. In his heated gaze, she experiences a sense of recognition she doesn’t immediately understand until it proves dangerous in a way she could never have imagined. Bound by desire and their growing love, RJ traverses the shadowy world of human trafficking, risking all for Summer’s freedom only to learn she harbors a fateful secret that threatens to tear her from him, leading to an irrevocable event that risks both their lives.

EXCERPT:

 (In this scene, Summer and RJ have arrived at Anthony Karam’s gated estate. Anthony heads the human trafficking operation and is Summer’s owner)

RJ glanced at Summer. Head turned to the right, she stared. Color tinted her cheeks. Her lips parted.

He followed her gaze to a sizeable spa at the far end of the room. Vapor rose from the churning water. Within it lounged Anthony Karam.

Eyes closed, head tilted back, he’d draped his arms across the lip of the tile floor, long fingers drooping over the sides. In his mid-thirties, he had the exotic good looks Hollywood leaned toward in casting movies about terrorists, a romantic fiction that the men were more misunderstood than dangerous, their smoldering sensuality irresistible to women.

Anthony wore his wavy black hair short. Heavy dark brows complemented his olive complexion, beard-shadowed face, strong nose and cruel mouth, the bottom lip plump, nearly pouting. His Adam’s apple quivered with his swallow. The light coating of hair on his chest sparkled with the spa’s spray. Fingers curled into loose fists, he managed an abbreviated stretch. A large silver ring, its design unknown to RJ, glinted around the middle finger of his left hand. His right pinky was missing.

Hogan went to the man first, his approach noticed by Anthony who parted his heavy-lidded eyes, their color as dark as his hair. Positioning himself to the left of his boss, Hogan held his hands behind his back and waited.

Anthony ignored his trusted lieutenant and RJ. His attention went directly to Summer, his gaze touching her eyes, throat, chest, coat and bare legs, lingering there, his eyes seeming to undress her further.

A wave of possessiveness rolled through RJ…surprising, primal, unstoppable. He wanted his reaction to have everything to do with a bruised ego, another man staring so openly at a woman who seemed to want only him last night and her craving the man in return.

In the depths of his mind, he knew better. His intense attraction to Summer, unlike anything he’d experienced with his ex or other women, fueled his response and fed his desire. Last night, he hadn’t been able to get enough of her. Each hour he’d touched her and tasted her caused her to burrow more deeply into his world.

Hands at his sides, fingers loosened to hide what he felt, he watched the nonverbal exchange between Summer and Anthony. She seemed to wilt beneath the man’s steady scrutiny. Out of fear or desire? RJ wasn’t entirely certain, resolved to change both.

Plainly satisfied with his effect on her, Anthony’s eyes moved to RJ. He gave him a sleepy smile. “My friend.” His melodious voice could have belonged to an actor or singer rather than a trafficker of human flesh. Eyes drifting back to Summer, he continued to speak to RJ. “I trust you enjoyed yourself last night?”

Summer’s blush deepened. Her focus remained on Anthony.

RJ pushed back his mounting jealousy. “Very much.”

“Tonight will be better.” Anthony’s tone and broadened smile held a wealth of carnal promises.

RJ didn’t question the man, nor did she.

Their silence lengthened, filled by the water’s sloshing as it swirled around Anthony’s body. Arching his back, he stretched, then spoke, his voice quickly authoritative, ringing across the lengthy space. “Summer.”

Instantly, she left RJ’s side, not bothering to question whether he wanted her to do so or not. The points of her heels clacked on the tile as she went to a refrigerator set flush against one of the muraled walls. The scene, painted in sherbet-colored hues, depicted a deserted beach ringed by gentle hills and dotted with flowering shrubs. Pulling out a dark bottle of Guinness, Summer pried off the cap and delivered the brew to Anthony.

He transferred it from his left hand to his right, so he could wrap his fingers around her ankle. RJ caught her slight shiver. Because of the chill on Anthony’s fingers from the refrigerated bottle? Or from her fear of him?

Her expression revealed nothing. Anthony’s thumb ran over her bare skin. His ring flashed dully in the subdued light as his hand crept up her calf.

RJ’s shoulders tensed.

Summer’s lids slid down. She seemed to stop breathing with Anthony sitting straighter, his fingers sliding to the inside of her leg, his hand disappearing beneath the hem of her coat and dress.

Face lifted to her, lips curled up in a knowing smile, he murmured, “Are you wet?”

“Yes.” Her voice was barely audible.

“For me?”

She nodded. “Always.”

A hint of a smile touched Hogan’s lips. Deliberately, RJ relaxed his jaw, keeping it from clenching as Anthony’s eyes darted to him.

The man’s smile disappeared as quickly as it had arrived, progressing into an expression of concern the moment he glanced back at Summer, his manner that of a father with a precious child. “Are you sore from last night?”

A moment passed in which her lips parted for a deep breath. Quietly, RJ regarded her, refusing to lose his composure. He’d seen her willing passion with him last night. What he witnessed now wasn’t anything close. He suspected she was buying time to determine how she should answer Anthony’s question.

RJ didn’t get it. She’d made it clear she wanted to stay with Anthony. Why? Because of a lingering love that made her fear of him tolerable?

Her nostrils flared slightly as his hand shifted again. She answered at last, “Not as sore as I’ve been with you.”

Anthony’s brows arched as though he was pleasantly surprised at her answer and fully pleased. Curiosity rang in his voice. “RJ used your cunt only once?”

She swallowed. “No. Numerous times.”

“What of your mouth and anus?”

“He used those too,” she said, her voice holding a bit of the embarrassment RJ had witnessed in the suite.

“Which did you like best?” Anthony asked.

“I have no favorites.”

“Your only concern is seeing to his pleasure.”

“Yes.”

“Because it pleases me. It’s what I want.”

“Yes.”

And that’s all her reaction to you will ever be, Anthony’s words seemed to say. At the pointed insult, barely contained rage tore through RJ. As certain as he’d been a few seconds ago that she was putting on an act for Anthony, he now began to question the longing and delight he’d seen in her eyes last night as he’d kissed her, held her, made love to her.

Had that been nothing but a performance?

His chest muscles tightened to the point of pain, not allowing him to take a full breath. No, he thought. Fuck no. He’d given her real pleasure, honest pleasure and she’d repeatedly asked him for more.

Throughout the novel, RJ’s passion flares for Summer, leading him into danger so he might have her.

In His Arms will be available September 3

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***GIVEAWAY***

To celebrate the upcoming release of In His Arms, I’m offering a contest today. One lucky commenter will have her choice of one of my following books**:

1. Lush Velvet Nights – ebook

2. Adored – ebook

3. Deep, Dark, Delicious – ebook

4. Close to Perfect – mass market paperback

5. Bad Boys with Red Roses – trade paperback

6.. Take My Breath Away – trade paperback

** OPEN TO ALL: Winner chosen at random. Winner in continental US has her choice of one of the six. Winner outside continental US has her choice of one of the ebooks

Winner Chosen Aug 30th