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LynnSexySaturday_bannerThis week’s My Sexy Saturday theme, Our Sexy Galaxy, begs for another dip into my sci-fi comedy romance manuscript. You might remember the story of a human from another planet who falls in love with an Earth woman and stows away aboard the Space Shuttle to get to her. However, because I’m not sure which box it’s buried in after my move, I’ll have to settle for seven sexy sentences from something I can lay my hands on.

Oooh — I know. Let’s delve into BREAKING ALL THE RULES, my tribute to Star Trek fans everywhere. I know I used the word “galaxy” in that story at least once.

A tenuous connection, sure. But I’ll take it!

In this scene, Allyson and Van meet in the Walmart parking lot so she can follow him to the hiking spot he’s suggested for their interview. She’s evaluating him for the Klingon interpreter position she must fill, but refused to ride in his car.  Her insistence on driving herself, paired with the fact that she drives a Volvo prompts Van to tease her about being a “safety girl.”

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Breaking all the Rules | Arlene Hittle“Well, hop back in your safe little car and follow me down the switchbacks. The hiking spot I have in mind has great views—and I packed a picnic in case we get hungry.”

“I just had breakfast.” Unless they’d be hiking up the side of a cliff, the Cheerios, strawberries and milk she had every weekday morning would fuel her through lunch, no problem.

“I did, too. But two jelly-filled donuts won’t stick with me long.”

Donuts? She imagined the sticky-sweet jam exploding on her tongue, and her mouth watered. How long had it been since she’d enjoyed a donut? Too long.

Cheerios, fruit and milk were a perfectly balanced breakfast.

Perfectly boring, too.

Allyson banished the rogue thought and smiled at Donovan. “The sooner we get started, the sooner you can get to your lunch.”

BREAKING ALL THE RULES is available now at Turquoise Morning PressAmazonBarnes & NobleKoboiBooksSmashwords and All Romance eBooks.

Hey ho — it’s time for another Writer Wednesday post. This week’s guest is Alina K. Field. I met Alina at my first Desert Dreams conference in Phoenix. Has it really been almost four years ago? Oh my…

She writes historical romance (my favorite to read when I’m not devouring books by fellow contemporary romance authors) but happens to love baseball, so she wanted to hear more about my Love & Baseball series.

Alina K. FieldIn her own words:

Award winning author Alina K. Field earned a Bachelor of Arts Degree in English and German literature, but she found her true passion in reading and writing romance. Though her roots are in the Midwest, after six very, very, very cold years in Chicago, she moved to Southern California and hasn’t looked back. She shares a midcentury home with her husband and a blue-eyed cat who conned his way in for dinner one day and decided the food was too good to leave.

She is the author of the 2014 Book Buyer’s Best winner in the novella category, Rosalyn’s Ring, a Regency novella; and the novel-length sequel, a 2015 RONE Award finalist, Bella’s Band, both Soul Mate Publishing releases.

And here’s the blurb for Bella’s Band:

Bella's Band | Alina K. FieldBullets, blades, and incendiary bombs—Major Steven Beauverde, the latest Earl of Hackwell, belongs in that world, and is determined to get back to it. His brother’s murder has forced Steven out of the army and into the title, but he has no interest in being the Earl, and worse, no idea how to salvage the depleted estate. A rumor that his brother had a son by a woman who may be a) the murderer, and b) his brother’s wife, sets Steven on a mission to find her, the boy, and—Steven ardently hopes—proof of a secret marriage that will set Steven free.

Annabelle Harris is a country heiress and a confirmed spinster resettled in London to find her sister, the mistress to the Earl of Hackwell. While she searches, she fills her home with orphans and street urchins. When the Earl is murdered, Annabelle’s sister thrusts the Earl’s illegitimate child into Annabelle’s care and disappears. Now, with suspicion pointing at her sister, Annabelle has begun a new quest—to find her sibling and clear her name.
When their paths converge, the reluctant Earl and the determined spinster find themselves rethinking their goals, and stepping up to fight back when the real murderer shows up.

Read on below our “This or That” segment for a sneak peek inside the book.

Water: tap or bottled? Tap! We have a reverse osmosis filter. Of course if I’m stopping at a gas station in the middle of nowhere, I go for the bottled stuff.

Regular fries or sweet potato fries? I like them both, and they like me because they stick around my middle.

Urban dweller or rural gal? Although I have fantasies of living rural, the reality is, if I’m more than 15 minutes from something essential, like toilet paper or half-and-half for my coffee, I kind of freak out. Hmmm, and actually I’ve lived urban, in Chicago, and didn’t much like that. Let’s call me a suburban gal.

Shopping bags: paper, plastic or reusable? Definitely plastic. Those Trader Joe bags break on me all the time, and the reusables aren’t any good as waste can liners or dog doodoo bags.

Personal chef or personal trainer? Personal chef—providing that he or she cleans up the kitchen after.

Jocks or nerds? Though I suppose it’s shallow of me, I’ll take the jock.

And Arlene left the most important question for last:

Toilet paper: Over or under? Over. Aways over. True for paper towels also. We’ve settled that argument at my house and I’m right! We’re still working on the silverware up or down in the dishwasher rack. I’m only a little OCD!

I have definite opinions but I welcome diversity, so if you disagree on any of these important topics, shout it out!

And, if you want to know more about me and my books, please stop by my website at http://alinakfield.com.

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Here’s that promised sneak peek at Bella’s Band:

Surprise pinned Annabelle to the cracked leather seat of the carriage and finally her heart restarted and picked up its pounding.

“Good evening, my lady.” Lord Hackwell flashed her a wide, easy smile that made his face glow like a boy who had pulled a very fast one.

The shock eased. She realized she felt not one whit of fear.

“Is this an abduction, Lord Hackwell? I have never been abducted before. Shall I scream with alarm? Do you mean to harm me?”

His smile disappeared and his face grew too serious. “I mean to protect you, Miss Harris. This is an escort. I mean to see that you return home unharmed.”

“I see. Unharmed, except for the besmirching of my reputation. Shall we appear in the scandal sheets tomorrow, do you suppose?”

“In this bourgeois neighborhood? I think not. Unless, the man who helped you into the hackney is someone of interest?”

Oh, he was prying, and she was so tempted to lead him on. But of course, she had Robby to think about. “Very much so. He is my solicitor. He asked me to dinner to counterbalance his wife’s inquisitive aunt who is visiting from the country, and curious about all things criminal, political, and financial. The poor man has difficulty balancing his client’s confidentiality with his need to be polite to his children’s future benefactress. She is wealthy, I believe.”

“So he set her on you. And how did you maintain your secrets, Miss Harris?”

“We spoke of my home.”

“Which is?”

A ribbon of sensation uncurled in her secret places. The space between her and Lord Hackwell had shrunk, and his dark eyes showed more than an interest in her pedigree. Her nerves tingled with the anticipated pleasure of a repeat of the earlier kiss.

I must not.

“Yorkshire,” she said, as blandly as possible. “I grew up on a good-sized estate there.”

“Do you plan to take Robby there?”

Sudden tears pricked her eyes and she turned quickly to the window. Robby and Thomas would have loved Ryeland. With acres and acres of freedom and kind neighbors, they could have played for hours and had adventures that didn’t involve cutpurses and the Watch.

“Miss Harris?”

“No, Lord Hackwell. My family home was entailed. The cousin who inherited, I’ve only met once, at my father’s funeral.” And his invitation to linger had been merely perfunctory. Besides, staying in the district of her childhood would beg questions about Veronica.

“So you had no brothers. Is your mother living?”

He hadn’t asked about sisters. That was curious. Perhaps he suspected her relationship with Miss Miller was more than a friendship, and was coming to the question, inch by torturing inch.

“You are dancing again, Lord Hackwell. It is ever so tiresome. Let us get you to the facts. I am the eldest surviving child of Edward Harris, who died two years ago. I had a brother, who died many years before. I have a younger sister who has found a position and made a life with a distant cousin in Scotland. My mother has been gone since I was eighteen. I am twenty-seven years old now. I never had a coming out, because my father took ill, and needed me to manage the estate.”

His eyes widened and he went very still, examining her. The air around them seemed charged with a kind of explosive tension.

Oh heavens. He was finding fault with the country spinster. The gown was from her mourning two years previous, outdated of course, and she felt her hair slipping again, and she’d never been one to effect powders and pigments. “Yes. Well—”

You managed an estate?”

“Astonishing, isn’t it?” She waved a gloved hand in the air, and he captured it.

He dropped a kiss on her knuckle. “And you managed the household also?”

“Yes, of course.”

“And you don’t care for dancing?”

“I enjoy dancing very much, though my experience is limited to our local assembly. I have not been to a ball in so many ages, and never a town ball.”

“No Almack’s.”

She could only laugh at that and shake her head. She receive a voucher for Almack’s? Ridiculous.

“No waltzing, Miss Harris?” His manner remained intense.

“Sadly, no, Lord Hackwell, I have never waltzed.”

He straightened in his seat and his eyes looked ahead. “But you have counted ploughs,” he said thoughtfully.

Tears pricked again, suddenly and unexpectedly. What a dismal woman she was. Too plain, too proper, too practical. Alone in a closed hackney with a devastatingly handsome man, and they were talking about farm equipment.

Never had she felt more desire to be younger, prettier, more daring. This must have been how Veronica had felt.

Her heart filled with compassion and grief. “Ye—yes. Ploughs. Very important they’re correctly deployed. Fate of the tenants’ crops and the estate’s income depends upon them.” She sniffed.

“What’s this?” His large ungloved hand covered her smaller ones, enveloping her in his warmth. “I’ve distressed you?”

She shook her head and tried to compose herself.

“Of course I have, my dear. I’ve reminded you of your lost home.”

“It is fine, sir. My current home is—is not the best, but it is mine, and I can afford to move to something better if the neighborhood deteriorates further. You needn’t worry about Robby. I will give him a good life. Not, perhaps, an aristocratic one, but—”

“Shall I tell you about myself, Miss Harris? Yes. I believe I must.” He cocked his leg on the seat so he sat sideways, and extended his hand to caress the back of her neck. The other remained squarely over her folded hands. “I am twenty-nine. The younger son of the Earl of Hackwell. The very, as it has turned out, needful spare. My mother was the second of two wives. She died not long after I was born. My father sent me off to be fostered, then off to Eton, and then to university for a very short while. I’m not much of a scholar. I landed in the army, where I found I could do something of worth.”

His mouth had grown taut and his hand had tightened over hers, so that she could feel his tension.

“Thomas, the late, great, Lord Hackwell, aside from one lengthy grand tour, was kept close under the paternal wing and learned the business of managing the earldom, standing in the House of Lords, and immersing himself in society. From the state of the accounts, it was the last activity that drew most of his interest.”

He let his fingers caress her neck, distractedly, as though the gesture comforted him, like petting a favorite hound.

Comforting to him; deliciously unsettling to her. Pleasure rippled through her at each touch. She held her breath, lest his fingers pause too long in his search for his next words.

“I can bow properly and make reasonably polite conversation, but I was never much good in a ballroom or drawing room, Miss Harris. Still, like every gentleman with a purse, I had my share of immersing myself in pleasure. Here, and on the continent.” He lapsed into a momentary dark silence. “Not so much since my return.”

“You fought at Waterloo?”

“Yes. And before, on the peninsula.”

And before that too, at every step of his motherless, fatherless life, she’d warrant. As in the children’s game she played with the boys, Annabelle drew out a hand from the pile and pressed his between hers.

And her heart skipped with a realization. Lord Hackwell had no family except Robby.

She felt his eyes fixed on her. He drew her head closer and she could smell his woodsy clean scent, so intensely male. The carriage passed by a street lamp and into a dark stretch, and she could no longer discern the outline of his face.

Her heart tingled and her breath came in short little huffs of anticipated pleasure.

“Annabelle,” he whispered. “What do they call you? Anna? Belle?”

She tensed remembering her chat with Lady Rosalyn.

“It is Belle. How very appropriate.” He kissed her hand.

“Bella,” she whispered. “And not appropriate at all. How did you learn my name?”

“Bella.” He breathed her name in a brandy-laced murmur. “The maid at the Harley Street house gave me your last name. And by the way, she worships you.”

Dear Trish. Annabelle pushed at the seat and squirmed, with no success. He still held her fast.

“I’ve found that servants know everything and talk prodigiously.” He dropped a kiss on her nose.

Annabelle bit back a disagreement and stilled. In a properly run household, gossip was squashed. The poor man had never lived in a properly run household.

His lips hovered over her and she waited. He’d kissed her nose. Perhaps he’d been aiming for her mouth and missed. She wanted one more kiss. She would be safe. In a carriage on a public street, he wouldn’t attempt to take more.

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Steven held himself an inch away from her lips. Her nose had been cold, but heat radiated between them, holding them in a warm cocoon. She smelled of plain soap and faint lavender. There was nothing cloying about Miss Harris. He’d breached a line of defense with the use of the pet name. Bella. She wanted him to kiss her.

Not yet. Not yet. She was lovely, and innocent, and perfect. He was known for his quick thinking under duress, and he’d made up his mind. He would do this honorably. He was not his brother. It would not be a seduction.

“Bella, you are right that we should dispense with the dance. You are right that we should speak to the point, and so I will. I think you and I, we should wed.”

What?” She jumped a full inch from the seat before settling back.

Alina has offered to give away one Kindle copy of Bella’s Band to a commenter, so be sure to let us know you’ve visited! Why not weigh in with your answer to one of this week’s questions? I agree with her about the toilet paper always going over the roll, but you’re welcome to TRY to convince me otherwise.

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May 23, 2015

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I’ve been doing well to remember My Sexy Saturday every couple of weeks. However, now that I’m finally settled in (ha!) to my new place, maybe I’ll get back in the habit.

Have I mentioned how much moving sucks?

Anyway — let’s move on to the sexy stuff, because that’s a lot more fun than unpacking boxes and trying to find new homes for all the stuff I probably should have left behind.

LynnSexySaturday_bannerThis week’s sexy seven paragraphs is from JUST RIGHT, my grown-up Goldilocks tale starring Callie Golding and three contractor brothers by the name of Behr.

Not coincidentally, JUST RIGHT is set for re-release in Turquoise Morning Press’ “And They Lived Happily Ever After” boxed set May 26. It’s been available as a standalone since early April, but now it’s coming out with its brethren in a beautiful collection of modern fairy tales.

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Beside him, Callie’s breath caught. “Oh, Ty! It’s gorgeous.”

Just Right | Arlene Hittle“Nature at its finest,” he agreed. Except he wasn’t looking at the scenery. He focused on the woman at his side. Perfection. She was everything he wanted—fun-loving, fierce, humorous, handy.

Out of your league.

As if Callie could read his thoughts and wanted to prove him wrong, her head turned and her chin lifted. Her lips parted.

Ty would have to be a fool to ignore the clear invitation—and Will Behr hadn’t raised a fool. He angled his head to capture her lips. At the same time, he settled his hands on her hips. She willingly melted into him, her kiss both sweet and hot.

He groaned and pulled her closer still. Their tongues warred, battling for control, until Ty was dizzy from wanting her. Afraid he’d do something unmanly, like fall on his ass, he eased away. “Ah, Callie.”

Laughter danced in her eyes. “I know I wasn’t doing it wrong.”

JUST RIGHT is available now at Turquoise Morning PressAmazonBarnes & NobleKoboiTunesAll Romance eBooks and Smashwords. Or add it to your TBR list on Goodreads. And starting May 26, get all six of TMPress’ modern fairy tales for one low price.

LynnSexySaturday_bannerIt’s Saturday … and for the first time in weeks, I’m NOT in the middle of packing and/or moving. That means I have time to put up a post. Hooray!

Hard to believe this is week 91 for My Sexy Saturday. Can’t say I’ve participated every week, but I do what I can.

I’m not sure I have anything that fits this week’s theme, so instead I’ll serve up a sexy moment from a work in progress. Bethany and Cody — the couple who got more wedding night action than the bride and groom — are back TROUBLE IN PARADISE, the second of my “Reality (TV) Bites” books.

Arlene_Paradise72dpi750x1200In this scene, Beth and Cody are getting ready to film a video essay application for Romance TV’s new show, “Invitation to Sin.” Beth wants to test their relationship because she’s worried Cody’s getting bored; Cody reluctantly agrees to apply because he figures there’s no way in hell they’ll be picked. Romance TV lightning won’t strike their circle twice, right?

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Cody sauntered into the room a few minutes later, wearing his new green and orange swim trunks and a big grin. He pointed at his pale white chest, then at Bethany’s equally pasty midriff. “Think we ought to do some self-tanning first?”

Bethany giggled. “Are you kidding? Pasty white skin will be the Romance TV execs’ first clue that we need this trip more than anyone.”

“Where do you want me, then?”

She waved at the chair. “You sit there, and I’ll sit in your lap.” When he didn’t move, she shot him an impatient look. “What are you waiting for?”

“You think it’s such a good idea for you to be wiggling around on my lap when we’re both wearing next to nothing? This video is for Romance TV, not the Porn Network.”

Bethany stifled another giggle so she could answer him with a straight face. “Don’t worry. I won’t blow your cover.”

When she saw the mischief dancing in his golden-brown eyes, she knew she’d just opened herself up for a doozy of a comeback. She held her breath until he delivered it. “Sweetheart, you can blow whatever you want.”

TROUBLE IN PARADISE, an indie release, is coming soon … hopefully this fall.