Please give a warm welcome to our guest Samanthe Beck…
I’m also thrilled to announce my novella, “Wicked Games” released this week as part of a Halloween anthology called “Lovers Unmasked” from Entangled’s super-sexy Brazen line. One of the best aspects of contributing to the anthology, (besides sharing pages with amazing authors like NYT/USA Today bestselling author Katee Robert, USA Today bestselling author Cari Quinn, and my Brazen debut sister Tessa Bailey), was the chance to write a story that takes place at a Halloween party. Gotta love characters in costume! Such a ripe environment for mistaken identities, hidden agendas, and some very wicked games. 😉
Valentine’s Day may have a lock on most romantic holiday, but I think Halloween wins, hands down, for sexiest. It’s all about the costumes. What other day of the year can you dress up as a French maid, or a nurse, or a hooker, or Miley Cyrus in a vinyl bikini, (unless you’re Miley Cyrus, in which case the answer is EVERYday), and hunt down the lifeguard, caveman, cowboy or Jedi Knight of your dreams?
When it came to outfitting my heroine, Stacy, and her twin sister, Kylie, in the perfect costumes, I toyed around with several twins-y ideas, but finally decided to let them go against type. Stacy, the “naughty” twin, dresses as a not-so-innocent angel, and Kylie, the “good” twin, becomes a spandex-clad she-devil. Pretty sexy, huh?
How about you? What’s the sexiest Halloween costume you’ve dared to don? And are you topping it this year?! Post a comment below and let me know. One lucky commenter will win a Nook or Kindle version of “Lovers Unmasked”! But if you can’t wait three days to find out if you’ve won, you can find “Lovers Unmasked” on:
Here’s an excerpt of “Wicked Games” to put you in the mood…
Stacy guided Ian to a chair and gestured for him to sit. “Ever had a private dance before?”
“Sit back, Mystery Man. You’re in for a treat.” She reached behind him for the sound system’s remote, and programmed what she liked to call the “soft-core playlist.” Unobtrusive, sexy music streamed from hidden speakers, further muffling the noise from the party.
“Any rules I should know about?”
“Normally yes, but not tonight.” She stepped up until she stood over his lap, with her hands on his broad shoulders and her breasts close to his masked face. “Tonight there are no holds barred. Nothing off-limits. Think you can handle it?”
Trap set. Ian never backed down.
“Don’t you worry, Angel. I can handle whatever you throw my way.” He reached around, under her skirt, and palmed her bare cheeks, left vulnerable by her thong. “Quick hands, remember?”
She remembered, and forced herself to hold back a shiver. His voice held a note of something she couldn’t readily identify—challenge, maybe. Like he wanted to push her and see how far she’d go. She rotated her hips slowly, giving his hands a nice, thorough tour of the hills and gully they’d laid claim to. Rough palms slid all over her smooth, sensitive skin. Her nerve endings sat up and whimpered for more.
She lowered her arms and shrugged out of her wings.
“A fallen angel,” he murmured and traced his fingers along the front of her dress.
Her nipples contracted again, almost painfully tight this time. She imagined the feel of the knit ski mask rubbing against her breast as his tongue teased the hard, hypersensitive point. She bit back a moan. “I’m no angel.”
Award winning author Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California with her husband, their son, Kitty the furry Ninja, and Bebe the trash talkin’ Chihuahua. When not writing fun, sexy, contemporary romances or napping on her beach towel with her face snuggled to her Kindle, she searches for the perfect ten dollar cabernet.