Too Hot is up on the coming soon page

Too Hot is officially up on the coming soon page at Ellora’s Cave with a release date of August 17th. Wahoo!! As soon as I have cover art I’ll post it so you can check it out. I can’t wait to see it since the hero in Too Hot is a sexy firefighter. Yum

But to tide you over until then here’s the blurb.


When it comes to her career, Josie Sharp sees things with perfect clarity, but her love life? Well, that’s completely out of focus. Coming off a rough break-up, she’s insecure and hesitant about men, especially ones as sexy as firefighter Marco Patelli. Although she may be wary of his intentions, she’d have to be a fool to pass up the chance to be with a man like him. And foolishness is not in her genes.

Josie is nothing like the women Marco normally goes for, but something about the shy photographer’s vulnerability calls to his dominant side. As he helps Josie explore her sexuality, Marco realizes there is so much more to Josie than meets the eye.

But when lies and insecurities collide, Marco is going to have to fight to prove to Josie that what they have goes so much deeper than sex.


Coming August 17th

Six Sentence Sunday

Well since it`s summer and that means bikini weather I thought it would be appropriate to share 6 lines from Aged to Perfection where the heroine goes in for her first brazilian. *grin*

“The easy part’s done,” Tammy told her.


Rachel’s head whipped up. “Easy part? That hurt like a son of bitch.”

Tammy bit her cheek; it looked like she was trying to hold back a grin and Rachel groaned.

When Tammy moved Rachel’s legs apart to examine the area, Rachel bit back a gasp and covered her face with her hands. Could this get more mortifying?




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Sizzling Summer Reads Contest

I’m taking part in the Sizzling Summer Reads over on the Romance Room.

I will have books up for grabs during the contest on July 4th and 16th so make sure you stop by The Romance Reviews on those dates for a chance to win.


Six Sentence Sunday

Six Sentence Sunday – Dani’s Duo

Well since this is my first time doing the six sentence Sunday thing. I’m going to ease into it with a little teaser from my latest Ellora’s Cave release Dani’s Duo.

These were two of the sexiest men she’d ever seen and for tonight at least, they were hers.

She took a deep breath. If she was going to have her celebration fantasy, then she was bloody well going to make sure she had her fantasy.

Licking her lips, she walked toward Paddy. She placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back onto the bed.

“Shift back,” she told him.




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Hilarious video:Girls like Porn

Well just because this video kind of made me laugh here you.

New Release from Amber Green

As many of you know I’m part of a fantastic critique group and one of my crit partners, Amber Green, has a new release out from Loose ID. Check it out.

Zarak shed that Warrior Code crap long ago. Oscar personifies it. Hunting a murderer in a land scarred by endless warfare, two men fight for justice, honor, and who gets top.

Chapter 1

I woke muddled, thinking the ship’s engines sounded wrong. Red light glared on my eyelids. Breathing meant gagging on the seagull-shit taste of a hangover. And that sound was not my ship’s engines. More like a sardine can’s engines or…a plane?

Opening my eyes took effort. A plane. From the rear of the fuselage, I faced up an aisle between rows of knees hugging sea bags. Not sea bags: MOLLE-packs. Red lights in strips overhead barely illuminated a couple hundred hunched forms in desert camo, a row of males in body armor along each bulkhead, facing inward, and two rows of females jammed into back-to-back seats in the center. Male or female, each of them clutched one of those carbines the sponges called an assault rifle.

Why am I in a plane packed with camo-assed bullet-sponges?

The plane’s deck angled down sharply. Screams rang in my ears, going dull. My ears cleared, painfully, and the shrieks sharpened.

Crashing. That’s what we’re doing.

The deck roller-coastered up, then yawed faster than physics should allow. Whiplash. I saw stars. The stench of vomit wrung my empty guts.

A dive and another yaw brought more screams ringing off the bulkhead, prayer in Spanish close by, retching farther away.

How did I stay in my seat, with gravity halving and doubling and snatching me starboard to port? When the plane steadied long enough to let me look down, I saw bands of dull silver duct tape strapping my thighs to my seat, and another red-streaked silver band over my belt.

Something hung on my lower face. I had some kind of mask. No. Somebody had duct-taped a puke bag to my face. It sagged obscenely against my chin, like a giant used condom.

Pulling it off hurt. The stench blasted from it.

Where do I put this? I looked around, blinking, trying to make sense. The screamers in the middle seats were mostly army. The hundred or so men squatting in the seats lining the bulkhead were marines. Some laughed at the women. Others hunkered down, as if waiting for shrapnel to find them. A few threw curious glances at me, the only squid in sight.

A cluster of pops rapped at the bulkhead, like popcorn in my mother’s big pot. One of the sponges grinned at me. “Small arms fire. Welcome to Bagram.”

Bagram? A map of the giant air base flashed in my eyes, then a dim memory of riding my father’s shoulder, hiding my face in his turban while a trio of Shuravi — Soviets — stomped an ominously silent laborer. Couldn’t be…

“He means hold on,” added another sponge.

I dropped the puke bag to grab my seat. The plane tilted, again nose-diving but this time braking hard. Instead of falling to the deck, the bag shot forward, splatting against a female’s ear.

“I’m hit! Aaah!”

“God! Brains! Oh, God!”


The plane swerved and jinked, each jerk redoubling the shrieks. The smell of fear, sharp and sour, fought with the smell of vomit.

One of the marines chuckled, despite the sweat beading on his face, and pitched his voice low enough to hear under the shrieks. “You know you’re going to have to police that up, Squidward.”

“No-go, sir. The doc’s our volunteer.”

Volunteer? WTF? I twisted to see who’d called me a volunteer, but his rifle caught my attention first. A bolt-action rifle. A sniper’s weapon.

Behind the rifle, teeth flashed in a grin. He didn’t seem to exist, except as a rifle, a hint of helmet, and a grin. Then the grin vanished.

The deck flipped overhead. The unsecured marines bounced, sending bellows among the screams. I hung from my seat, still taped in place.

The deck flipped again, then slammed up at us. A marine fell across my lap. I caught his weapon before it could bean him. The cool metal slapped into my hand, rousing memories like an old lover’s name.

I looked at the sniper, still crouched behind his rifle, immobile and near-invisible. Who the fuck are you?

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Release day for Dani’s Duo

Today is release day for Dani’s Duo.  If you’re looking for a steamy menage to get you through the weekend, you should definitely check it out. *grin*. Check out the excerpt below for a little sample to wet your appetite.

piercings and tattoos


Attorney Danika James is ready to celebrate her greatest win to date, but not with a bunch of stodgy lawyers and martinis. Beneath Danika’s buttoned-up exterior lives a woman with wild-side desires she has yet to fully discover.

Tattoo artist Paddy O’Shea walks on society’s razor edge. When he learns his best friend, Cooper Hanes, has more than a casual interest in Danika, Paddy suggests a weekend celebration of exploration none of them will ever forget.

For the next forty-eight hours the men satisfy fantasies Dani didn’t even know she had. But every party has to end. Doesn’t it? Or can the courtroom diva turn Dani’s Duo into something as permanent as one of Paddy’s tattoos?



Paddy’s hands closed around her shoulders and kneaded the tension in her neck. “Relax, this is supposed to be fun,” he whispered in her ear.

She took a deep breath. “Right, fun.”

He laughed. “Come on, party animal, let’s get you a drink.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, Dani smiled. “That obvious, hey?”

“Yeah, you could say that. Look, Dani. If you don’t want to do this we don’t have to. It’s totally cool. This is your show.”

Cooper flipped on the kitchen light. “Wine? Beer? What would you like?”

“Beer’s good.”

He pulled a bottle out of the fridge, twisted off the cap and handed it to her. “Paddy’s right. If you aren’t into this we can just hang out.”

She took a sip of her beer, more for something to do with her hands than anything else. “It’s not that I’m not into it. I mean, look at you two. I’d have to be insane not to be interested.” She wrinkled her nose. “I’m just nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Paddy stepped closer to her and took the beer from her hand. “Then maybe what you need is for us to distract you so that lawyerly brain of yours isn’t thinking.”

He set the beer on the counter behind him and pulled her up against his body. His hand threaded into her hair and he drew her face toward him. The first touch of his lips against hers sent every other thought from her mind. As the kiss deepened, she felt Cooper come up behind her. He brushed the hair from her neck and followed the path of his fingers with his mouth. His tongue glided up the back of her neck to her ear. Holy hell. Hot potent male surrounded her. Moisture pooled in her core, her nipples beaded and her new piercing pulled tightly, sending a delicious shiver of pain through her body.

A hand cupped her breast, she couldn’t tell if it was Cooper or Paddy and it didn’t matter in the least. Breaking the kiss, she turned her head to Cooper, needing to taste his lips.

Cooper’s mouth was softer, less demanding than Paddy’s but that didn’t make it any less panty searing. Holy shit, these guys could kiss.

Hands caressed her waist and slowly eased her shirt up her body. She moved back from Cooper to allow her shirt to be pulled over her head.

“Jesus,” Paddy said reverently.

The heat in Paddy’s eyes made her stomach quiver. She couldn’t ever remember a man looking at her like that.

He traced the edge of her bra. The contrast of his large, masculine hands against the purple lace made her feel so incredibly feminine. She arched her back, silently urging his touch.

“I think she needs a little more than that,” Cooper said.

“Yeah, I’ll get there. It’s just, shit…” Paddy shook his head, raised his eyes and grinned at her. “Fuck, I’m going to enjoy this.”


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Dani’s Duo is up on the coming soon page at Ellora’s Cave

My new steamy menage book Dani’s Duo is officially up on the coming soon page at Ellora’s Cave, that means it will be available April 22nd. Wahoo. It’s coming quick.

I figured I’d give you a little sneak peak at it in case you were interested.


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An Excerpt From: DANI’S DUO

Copyright © LAUREN FRASER, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

“So how long have you known Coop?”

“About two years I guess. I wouldn’t say we really know each other. We see each other around at work, but I don’t think he’s ever said more than about ten words to me at one time.”

Paddy laughed. “Yeah, Coop’s kind of the strong, silent type.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Dani snorted.

“So you interested in something happening between you two?”

His question brought her up short. She would have sworn he was interested in her and yet here he was asking her about dating his friend. Man, she really sucked at reading guys.

“What?” he asked.

Dani looked back at him, puzzled. What did he mean, what?

“How come you stopped dancing?”

“Oh sorry, no reason.” She forced her feet to shuffle to the music. Paddy’s arms wrapped around her waist.

“You not interested in Coop?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think he’s all that interested in me. I mean, come on. He’s had two years to make a move. I think strong, silent type or not, he’d have acted by now.”

“Maybe not. I mean, he’d have to be crazy not to be interested in you.”

She straightened with the compliment. Raising her eyes to meet his, she smiled. “I wouldn’t go that far. I mean, you aren’t interested.”

His body tightened against her and his nostrils flared. “What makes you say that?”

“Oh I don’t know, call it intuition. If you were interested, I don’t think we’d be talking about Cooper.”

“Like I said, a guy would have to be an idiot not to be interested.”

Dani ran her hand up the front of his chest, enjoying the feel of his muscled pecs beneath her fingers. “And you aren’t an idiot?”

“Smart as they come,” he said with a grin.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Good to know. So then how come if you’re interested you keep asking me about Cooper?”

“Just trying to figure out who all the players are.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I’m just curious if you are interested in both of us or just me.”

“And if I said I was interested in both of you?” she asked, allowing her body to brush against his as they swayed to the music.

“That works too.”

“So have you two both dated the same woman before?”

“Dated? No. But we’ve uh, well, both enjoyed the company of the same woman.”

“You mean like sex?”

Paddy laughed. “Yeah, I mean like sex.”

Her mouth dropped open. “Wow. I don’t even know what to say about that.”

“What do you mean? The idea doesn’t appeal to you just a little bit?” He leaned in closer. His hot breath caressed her ear. “You don’t think the idea of two guys completely focused on you, touching you, caressing you, pleasuring you is appealing?”

An arrow of raw lust shot straight through her, drenching her panties in its wake. “Uh well…um…” she stammered.

He pulled her tighter against him and she could feel his erection against her stomach. Fuck yeah, it was appealing.

“Come on, where’s that girl who I pierced tonight? The one who’s a little bit wild and daring. The one who gets turned-on by the excitement of doing something that goes against convention.”

She shivered beneath his breath. How the hell could someone she just met see inside her head so clearly? “She’s thinking about her day job.”

“What the hell does that have to do with anything?”

“Come on, Paddy. I’ll see Coop at work, it’ll be weird.”

Paddy snorted. “Right, ’cause you guys are so tight right now. Besides, Coop’s a big boy, he’s not some locker room jock who’s going to blab all over the place about what you did. He’s certainly man enough not to need to kiss and tell.”

She glanced around. Cooper and Tina were no longer dancing. Cooper sat at the table alone, drinking his beer. His hungry gaze followed them across the dance floor. Oh my. “Are you sure he’d even be into something like this?”

“He’s alive, right?”

Dani laughed. “Yes, he’s alive.”

“Then yeah, I’m sure he’ll want to, but hell, don’t take my word for it. Ask him yourself.”

She eyed Cooper again. Would he be into it? And if he was, could she do this? Her mind told her she was an idiot to even consider it but her body was screaming at her to be wild and daring. Paddy was right. Her lawyer persona hid a woman who craved excitement and adrenaline rushes. She’d never managed to find a man who could handle what she wanted sexually. But she had no doubts Paddy was up for the challenge and Cooper, he called to her on a completely different level.

“Let us help you celebrate your victory in a way you’ll never forget.”

She gulped. Shit, was she really considering this? One look at Paddy’s face and she was done. Yep, she was definitely considering this. She nodded. “Okay, let’s see if Coop wants to celebrate.”

The slow, carnal smile that spread across Paddy’s face promised her a night she’d never forget. “Oh, darlin’, he’ll want to blow the roof off this celebration.”

Taking a deep breath, she turned toward the table, Paddy’s hand pressed against the small of her back. His fingers teasingly rubbed her skin. Damn, she was already a pile of mush and they hadn’t even gotten started.

“So, Coop, Dani and I were thinking it would be fun to head back to our place to celebrate her victory today.”

Cooper glanced between the two of them, his nostrils flared and his eyes roamed over Dani’s body, eliciting a loud laugh from Paddy. “See, what’d I tell you?” he asked her.

Cooper narrowed his eyes at them. “What did you tell her?”

“I promised her we’d give her a night to remember,” Paddy chimed in.

With a look at Paddy, a smile spread across Cooper’s face. He stood from the table and stepped toward them. “Is that what you want, Danika? You want us both to help you celebrate?”

Unable to speak, she just nodded.

“All right then, let’s get out of here.”


Available  April 22nd

Joke Bert and Ernie

Alright so my daughter has decided she wants a hamster for her birthday this year. She’s asked for money from her grandparents so she can buy the cage and all that wonderful stuff. It seemed like a great idea. She buys it herself with her own money, she learns to take care of an animal yada yada, so what’s the problem you ask? Well I saw this joke the other day on litergasm which is the yahoo group for Total E-Bound readers and it completely cracked me up but I have to admit now I’m a little afraid of the hamster because you know as the mom if anything goes wrong it will fall on me to look after. LOL

Enjoy the joke, it is seriously funny.


Here’s what happened: Just after dinner one night, my son came up to tell me there was “something wrong” with one of the two hamsters he holds prisoner in his room.


“He’s just lying there looking sick,” he told me. “I’m serious, Dad. Can you help?”


I put my best hamster-healer look on my face and followed him into his bedroom. One of the little rodents was indeed lying on his back, looking stressed. I immediately knew what to do.


“Honey,” I called, “come look at the hamster!”


“Oh, my gosh,” my wife diagnosed after a minute “She’s having babies.”


“What?” my son demanded. “But their names are Bert and Ernie, Mom!”


I was equally outraged. “Hey, how can that be? I thought we said we didn’t want them to reproduce,” I accused my wife.


“Well, what do you want me to do, post a sign in their cage?” she inquired.

(I actually think she said this sarcastically!)


“No, but you were supposed to get two boys!” I reminded her, (in my most loving, calm, sweet voice, while gritting my teeth together).


“Yeah, Bert and Ernie!” my son agreed.


“Well, it’s just a little hard to tell on some guys, ya know,” she informed me. (Again with the sarcasm, ya think?)


By now, the rest of the family had gathered to see what was going on. I shrugged, deciding to make the best of it.


“Kids, this is going to be a wondrous experience,” I announced. “We’re about to witness the miracle of birth.”


“OH, Gross!” they shrieked.


“Well, isn’t THAT just Great! What are we going to do with a litter of tiny little hamster babies?” my wife wanted to know. (I really do think she was being snotty here, too. Don’t you?)


We peered at the patient. After much struggling, what looked like a tiny foot would appear briefly, vanishing a scant second later. “We don’t appear to be making much progress,” I noted.


“It’s breech,” my wife whispered, horrified.


“Do something, Dad!” my son urged.


“Okay, okay.” Squeamishly, I reached in and grabbed the foot when it next appeared, giving it a gingerly tug. It disappeared. I tried several more times with the same results.


“Should I call 911?” my eldest daughter wanted to know. “Maybe they could talk us through the trauma.” (You see a pattern here with the females in my house?)


“Let’s get Ernie to the vet,” I said grimly.


We drove to the vet with my son holding the cage in his lap. “Breathe, Ernie, breathe,” he urged.


“I don’t think hamsters do Lamaze,” his mother noted to him. (Women can be so cruel to their own young. I mean what she does to me is one thing, but this boy is of her womb, for goodness sake.)


The vet took Ernie back to the examining room and peered at the little animal through a magnifying glass.


“What do you think, Doc, a c-section?” I suggested scientifically.


“Oh, very interesting,” he murmured. “Mr. and Mrs. Cameron, may I speak to you privately for a moment?”


I gulped, nodding for my son to step outside.


“Is Ernie going to be okay?” my wife asked.


“Oh, perfectly,” the vet assured us. “This hamster is not in labor. In fact, that isn’t EVER going to happen… Ernie is a boy.”




“You see, Ernie is a young male. And occasionally, as they come into maturity, like most male species, they um…. er…. masturbate. Just the way he did, lying on his back.” He blushed, glancing at my wife.


“Well, you know what I’m saying, Mr. Cameron.”


We were silent, absorbing this.


“So Ernie’s just…just…Excited?” my wife offered.

“Exactly,” the vet replied, relieved that we understood.


More silence.


When my vicious, cruel wife started to giggle. And giggle. And even laugh loudly.


“What’s so funny?” I demanded, knowing, but not believing that the woman I married would commit the upcoming affront to my flawless manliness.


Tears were now running down her face.


“It’s just…that…I’m picturing you pulling on its…its…teeny little…” she gasped for more air to bellow in laughter once more.


“That’s enough,” I warned.


We thanked the Veterinarian and hurriedly bundled the hamsters and our son back into the car. He was glad everything was going to be okay.


“I know Ernie’s really thankful for what you’ve done, Dad,” he told me.


“Oh, you have NO idea,” my wife agreed, collapsing into laughter.



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