Thursday, February 16, 2006





FUN picture.. Me at the end in purple looking goofy lol! Leigh Wyndfield, TALENTED secrets author in green! JB Skully aka Jasmine Haynes at the end, who writes for HQN and Berkley!


WIN!! Post your most embarrassing or most romantic LOVE encounter! Don't be shy! The best one wins a free book! Prize winner tomorrow night!

Posted by Lisa Renee Jones :: 12:29 PM :: 7 comments

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Sunday, February 12, 2006




Just turned this in today.....my character hides behind sex because she if afraid of being hurt....BUT one alpha hot male is about to show her SEX is just that..but making love is all about MAKING LOOOOOOVE lol

This scene is before ALPHA gets his hands on her. When she is still taking charge of the men in her life...

Sex as a birthday present…what more could a girl ask for?
Even better, having it with a sexy guy who wanted no commitment. Just one night of hot, sweaty - make-you-want-to-scream-his-name - kind of pleasure. Now, that, was a perfect way to turnthirty. Only, she thought she’d prefer to make him scream her name a few times before they reversed roles. Yes. That sounded quite excellent. She might even make him beg.
For what? To be determined. For how long? Long. And hard. She liked hard.
Meagan Tippan stared at the sexy musician named, Marcus, with chin-length black hair she new to be velvety soft to the touch and smelled masculine with a hint of spice.
He was naked by her demand, all sprawled out in luxurious male perfection on the hotel bed. So far, he’d proven to take orders quite well. She was pleased.
Tonight was a good night.
Standing at the end of the mattress, dressed only in a barely there black satin bra and panty set, lace-top thigh highs, and three-inch heels, she saw lust in his warm chocolate eyes of his. Inhaling, she slowly reveled in the power of his arousal. Of the control he gave her.
How could anyone want a birthday filled with a chocolate covered cake and a room of people wishing them well when they could have chocolate covered man instead?
Not her. Not ever.
Marcus reached over to the bedside radio and flipped it on, a soft sensual tune filling the air. She let it fill her, too. Let her lashes flutter, as her hips began to sway to the rhythm. Dancing for him. Dancing for herself. For several minutes she let herself get lost, exploring her body with her hands, enjoying the high of knowing he watched. Imagining how he saw her as observed.
A lifelong dancer, she had a long, lean body. Not curvy and full, but rather, sleek and sexy. A body she’d come to be proud of. A body she’d learned could deliver the world to her on her terms. The one where sex offered escape, and if done right, came without the confines of relationships. She wasn’t a slut, but she damn sure didn’t deny herself either.
Like her mother, she wore her light brown hair straight and to her shoulders, highlighted with subtle blonde. Sweeping it over her shoulders, she turned, giving Marcus her back. Bending over to tease him and then slowly bending and spreading her legs before pumping at her knees. She felt hot now. Beyond hot. Burning up with desire. Dripping wet and ready for more.
Straightening, she unhooked the clasp on her back, shrugging away the silk and letting the cool air conditioner harden her nipples. Feeling his eyes devour her like a warm blanket caressing her chilled skin. Her lashed fluttered as she pinched her nipples, watching Marcus pump his cock as he devoured her with his hot stare. “The panties,” he ordered. “Take them off.”
She’d do as he wanted but only because she was ready. The slip of a material between her thighs was wet and she wanted it gone. She slid her fingers beneath the tiny silk covered elastic at her waist and did a little wiggle as she eased them down her skin, her breast jiggling with the action. She kicked them aside once they were at her feet and then pressed her knees on the end of the mattress.
Ready to fill the emptiness inside with this man. To fuck him liked he’d never been fucked. Teasing and pleasing was the name of the game. And she never played a game she couldn’t win.

Posted by Lisa Renee Jones :: 8:02 AM :: 4 comments

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