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Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Launch Party for Deanndra Hall - Giveaway #9 with Alannah Lynne


Now we have Alannah Lynne with us!! 

First of all, congratulations, Deanndra, on your new release!! Thanks for letting me to help you celebrate!! 

 I had so much fun writing "Last Call." Sunny is my favorite heroine, and I loved her feisty personality (I might relate to her slightly more than any of my other characters, too). :D 

 I wrote the first draft of this story in just a few weeks, and when I went back to edit, I had so much fun coming across things I hadn't even remembered writing!! Sunny and Gavin had an explosive chemistry, but Sunny has a lot of grit, and determination, and, oh yeah, a slight kinky streak that Gavin loves helping her explore. 

 I hope you enjoyed the excerpt!
Steamy Contemporary Romance

Gavin McLeod is a man who has it all. His corporate climb has positioned him as the next CEO at Holden Enterprises. He’s financially stable, allowing him to provide for the grandfather who raised him, and his successful seduction of the sexy bartender last night proves his private life is also on fire. Until the alluring woman in his arms turns out to be a serious road-block to his future. One that could bring everything he's worked for crashing down around him. 

 Sunny Black has spent her entire life tending to the needs of others, caring for her younger brother since she was ten, and serving bar patrons night after night. For the first time in years, she thinks of herself and gives in to her body’s demands, taking a trip to the wild side with a customer whose raw sexuality is too strong to deny. The next morning, however, she learns that in addition to rocking her world, the stranger might cause it to crumble. 

 A game of sexual seduction and corporate chess ensues, with neither Gavin nor Sunny realizing the ending could come in the form of a permanent check-mate.


Slowly, suggestively, Sunny tilted her head to the side, giving Gavin access to her neck. 

He didn’t move any closer, or press himself against her, but his arms tightened and his body tensed. She heard him swallow; then warm breath and soft lips brushed her neck. His touch sent cold chills racing down her spine, and her internal temperature soared. 

He nipped her ear, then kissed a trail down her neck and across her collar bone. His teeth scraped the necklace, sending a vibration rippling along the chain to her nipples. “This thing is hot as hell.” 

Another nip and a slight tug had her breath coming in short, shallow gasps and her body arching forward. 

“Do you have to fight men off every night?” He pulled back and studied her face while waiting for her response. She didn’t understand why, but her answer seemed more important to him than if they were just making pre-foreplay small talk. 

She was tempted to straight up lie because the truth was so embarrassing. But rather than making up a wild tale, she held his gaze and shook her head. “No. I haven’t been with anyone in over three years.” 

He blinked once. Twice. A third time. “Why the hell not?” 

He sounded outraged on her behalf, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “Between work and raising Robby, I haven’t had time.” 

His eyebrows pulled tight and the muscle in his jaw twitched. Curiosity shimmered in his eyes, and he didn’t seem to be breathing. “Why make time for me?” 

Snared in his gaze, she didn’t even think about lying this time. “I don’t know. Something about you is different.” She lifted a shoulder and smiled. “I decided I deserved a one-night fling.” 

For a split second, his mouth pulled tight; then it relaxed and he smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” He edged closer and, with his mouth hovering over hers, said, “And a huge responsibility. I’ll do everything in my power to make it worth your time. Especially since I only get one shot.” He sounded irritated. But then he did something amazing with his tongue on her neck, and she no longer cared what had him annoyed. 

Without warning, he stopped with the tongue action, wrapped his hands around her waist, and picked her up. She’d barely had time to gasp before he settled her on top of the counter. His smile was warm, his eyes soft and caring. “You’ve been taking care of everyone else all evening. Let me take care of you for a while.” 

He turned around and studied the liquor bottles, then the glasses, and finally the beer cooler. “I have a ton of experience with drinking, but none with mixing. Give me some direction.” He turned back around to face her. “What’s your favorite drink?” 

Even though he probably considered this part of the foreplay, she found the gesture incredibly sweet, and emotion clogged her throat. She’d never had a nice, slow buildup. All of her previous experience fell under basic, boring sex. One minute of kissing. Two minutes of groping. Thirty seconds to shed the clothes. Ten minutes of getting down to business. 

He stared into her eyes, as if trying to see inside her head. “You don’t strike me as a Cosmo girl.” 

She laughed. “God, no.” 

“Tequila? Jack?” He quirked an eyebrow and grinned. “A girl after my own heart… Crown Royal?” 

Intending to playfully push him away, she pressed her palms against the hard wall of his chest and gave a slight shove. He didn’t budge. But his heartbeat pounding against her open hand and his body heat seeping into her palms caused the playfulness to evaporate into a sharp, painful jolt of need. 

Desperate to bring moisture to her sand-dry mouth, she licked her lips and thought of butterscotch suckers. Relaxing her elbows, she allowed her body to fall close to his. In a voice barely above a whisper, she said, “A lot of the younger crowd, like your…” She let the sentence fall, unsure of how to reference the women he’d been with earlier. 

“The brunette was my boss’s daughter. The other two are her friends. It’s a long story. I’ll spare you the gory details.” 

She breathed a sigh of relief at having that piece to the puzzle and confirming he wasn’t involved with any of them, and watched the pulse in his neck pound at a strong, steady pace. “The drinks they chose are common. As well as things like buttery nipples or a slow comfortable screw.” She swallowed hard. “My personal favorite, though, is a french kiss.” 

His gaze dropped to her mouth, and, fueled by the fire she saw in his eyes, she flicked her tongue over her top lip, then drug it along her lower. Knowing her action had been strictly for his pleasure, his lids dropped to half-mast, and he smiled appreciatively. 

With agonizingly slow movements, he stepped between her knees, took her face in his large palms, and dipped his head. With his mouth inches from hers, he whispered, “You don’t mean the kind in a glass, do you?” 

She shook her head, then closed her eyes and felt. Felt his warm breath against her mouth, his rough palms against her face, and his solid thighs against her softer ones. A viscous wave of need washed through her, and she found it difficult to make her voice work. “I love kisses. french and otherwise. In fact, I love kisses as much as sex.” 

He drew back, as if horrified. “You’ve either been with some outstanding kissers, or lousy lovers.” He leaned back in. “Which is it?” 

Since she could count her lovers on one hand, not including the thumb, she couldn’t say for sure. But she refused to admit that. Knowing she hadn’t had sex in three years was bad enough. If he knew the full extent of her inexperience, he might wonder what was wrong with her. 

She ignored the question and concentrated on his mouth, which was so close she could see the soft lines in his lower lip. Yet, he might as well have been a block away for all the good it did. Trying to close the scant distance between them, she gripped his forearms and tugged. He didn’t move, and her desperation twisted into a tight coil in her gut. 

“Patience, Sunny.” His eyes were full of heat and promise, his voice a husky murmur. “We’ll never have another first kiss. Don’t rush it.” 

Unable to form an intelligent thought, let alone speak, Sunny stared into his eyes and willed him to move faster. She held her breath and let her eyelids drift shut as he eased closer and kissed the corner of her eye, then her temple, then her ear. 

His hand slipped to the back of her head and held her in place as his lips made a slow excursion along her jawline and ended at the corner of her mouth. 

His tongue stroked the crease of her lips, and she opened to him with a sigh. She could tell he was smiling, taking pleasure in teasing her. He didn’t make her wait long, though, before he treated her with full mouth-to-oh-what-an-amazing-mouth contact. 

Slow, rhythmic thrusts of his tongue kicked her base instincts into gear, and she wiggled closer to the edge of the counter, seeking a different kind of thrusting penetration. His tongue swept across the roof of her mouth in a gentle caress, then slid over her teeth. He nipped at her lip, then worked the sting away with a slow, slick glide. 

Good grief, Gavin didn’t kiss. He made love with his tongue and mouth. Within seconds, she was trembling and rubber-legged and grateful to be sitting. Otherwise, she’d be a glob of goo, sliding onto the floor. When he broke the kiss for a breath, she said, “If you were trying to convince me kissing isn’t as good as sex, you’re doing a poor job.” 

The hand on the back of her head slid to the nape of her neck, while the other trailed over her shoulder and down her arm. He laced their fingers together and pressed his palm to hers. Their energy fields, swirling and combining in their touch, felt as intimate as the kiss. “What are my chances for proving that was nothing compared to great sex?” 

She gulped, then went with the truth. “You’ve never had a better chance.” 



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Alannah believes there's nothing more magical than finding the other half of your soul, experiencing fiery passion, and knowing you've found happily-ever-after.

She loves going to work each day (in sweats and a T-shirt) and writing about hot heroes and feisty heroines who torment each other in the most delicious ways before finding their happy ending.

She lives in the coastal region of North Carolina with her husband, who also happens to be her best friend and biggest fan. They have two sons, a dog, two cats, and an outrageous number of ducks and geese that inhabit the pond on their farm.

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Last Call
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