Ours To Love Releases Today!

The day is FINALLY here. I've been waiting for what seems like forever. Some of you I've spoken with have said the same thing. But today, Ours To Love, Wicked Lovers #7, hit stores and eReaders! If you haven't heard me shout from the rooftops about this book, here's all the 411:

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Ours to Love

Wicked Lovers, Book 7

Between two brothers…
Xander Santiago spent years living it up as a billionaire playboy. Never given a chance to lead his family business in the boardroom, he became a Master in the bedroom instead. His older brother inherited the company and worked tirelessly to make it an empire. But while the cutthroat corporate espionage took its toll on Javier, nothing was as devastating as the seemingly senseless murder of his wife. It propelled him into a year of punishing rage and guilt…until Xander came to his rescue.

Comes an irresistible woman …
Eager to rejuvenate Javier’s life, Xander shanghais him to Louisiana where they meet the beautiful London McLane. After surviving a decade of tragedy and struggle, London is determined to make a fresh start—and these sexy billionaire brothers are more than willing to help. In every way. And London is stunned to find herself open to every heated suggestion…and desperately hoping that her love will heal them.

And inescapable danger …
But a killer with a hidden motive is watching, on a single-minded mission to destroy everything the Santiago brothers hold dear, especially London. And as fear and desire collide, every passionate beat of her heart could be her last.


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For those of you who have been following the series, you know Xander (first introduced in Belong To Me) is a total playboy. You HAD to know there was a story there. Ours To Love is the longest, meatiest Wicked Lovers book to date. It's a story that touched my heart about healing, forgiveness, and acceptance. With, yes, some really steamy stuff. I've been waiting and dying to share some juicy excerpts with you. So here's a little something just for you…



Javier crawled onto the bed and hovered above her, his stare penetrating deep. “You don’t get to set the timetable or make the rules, little one. Dominant.” He pointed to himself. “Lovely submissive.” He put his hand over her chest, then cupped her breast.

“You do what we tell you,” Xander added, running a hand up her thigh. “You take what we give you.”

“And I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy hearing you beg often,” Javier growled.

Every word they spoke only aroused her more. She whimpered and writhed, lifting her hips and staring at them with pleading eyes. “Yes, Sir. Just . . . please.”

“God, that’s music to my ears,” Javier groaned, then pushed away from her.

He turned, searching around him in a circle—the chaise, the floor, the dresser—until he found what he was looking for. He grabbed the thick, round bolster pillow in chocolate satin and prowled toward her. “Arch for me.”

Tossing her head back, she did as he asked. Javier slid the pillow under the middle of her back. She didn’t have enough slack in the ropes binding her wrists to lift her upper body up. She could only stay in place, her breasts pointed to the ceiling in offering.

“She looks lovely,” Xander praised. “Good call. You need a safe word, belleza.”

“A what?”

Javier lifted the backpack and tore the zipper down, fishing around inside. “A word that tells us you’ve reached your mental or physical limits. A word not to be used lightly.” He turned to his brother. “Clamps?”

For her nipples? Would they hurt? Would they just put pressure on her sensitive buds? Or would it be like their mouths, a sensation that tugged all the way down to her clit? She swallowed a lump of lust, wishing she could find out right now.

“Sorry. Next time,” Xander said with regret to his brother, then focused on her. “Now think of a word. Something you wouldn’t normally say during sex.”

Since she didn’t really know what words she might or might not use then, London drew a bit of a blank.

Xander smiled at her. “Something other than ‘please’ or ‘yes’ or ‘harder.’”

Javier lifted something out of the backpack and tucked it into his palm with a chuckle. “I don’t recommend ‘hurry’ or ‘fuck me,’ either. Whatever word you choose will make us stop immediately.”

“And you shouldn’t settle on anything like ‘no’ or ‘stop,’” Xander advised.

“Because you won’t listen?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Scared and excited and a little nervous, which didn’t totally make sense. Everything was happening so fast, and she wasn’t completely sure how she felt about it all. Except that she wanted these two men. London was crystal clear on that.

He shook his head. “If you want to pretend to protest and you want me to pretend that I’m not listening, I’m game.”

“Me, too.” Javier reached over to the nightstand, set something down out of her line of vision.

“And nothing smart-ass like ‘pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanokoniosis.’ I had a sub try that on me once.” He smiled tightly. “I gave her a really red butt and absolutely zero orgasms for that. Safe words are serious business, belleza. Pick one.” Xander sounded emphatic.

“Now.” Javier just sounded impatient.

He retrieved whatever he’d placed on the nightstand and slid it into his palm. She stared at his clenched fist and tried to imagine what he held. London’s thoughts went wild, but she really had no idea.

“Um . . .” They both watched her, and it made her anxious. And, okay, it really turned her on. She blurted out the first word that came to mind. “Ford.”

“Like the car?” Xander asked, seemingly confused.

God, she shouldn’t have brought that up. She’d write it off to being rattled if they asked. But a ride inside a Ford was the reason that, at twenty-five, she was just now experiencing the absolute joy of sex. “Yes. Is that okay?”

He and his brother exchanged a glance before Javier snarled, “Ford. Got it. Don’t forget it in case you need it.”

As if she could. “Yes, Sir.”

Javier looked Xander’s way. “Are we done negotiating now?”

“We are.”

The words had barely cleared Xander’s mouth before Javier dove on the bed, between her spread legs. He knelt and opened the little bottle in his hand and put one drop of liquid directly on her clit. With a blistering stare, he spread it around in a slow circle. Any cool-off she’d managed while they’d talked? Gone.

Finishing with the bottle in his hand, Javier put the lid back on and threw it to Xander, who caught it and glanced at it with a wicked laugh.

“W-what is it?” She couldn’t resist asking.

“A little sweet almond oil, a little cinnamon, rosemary extract, and some shit I can’t pronounce . . .” Xander shrugged with a devilish grin.

“Wait one minute and you’ll feel it, little one.” Javier slammed his body over hers, his cock poised at her entrance. “Jesus, the waiting is killing me, but I’m determined that you’ll come with me.”

He slanted his lips over hers and plunged deep into her mouth, seizing her tongue with a growl. The kiss conveyed more than hunger or desperation. He grabbed hold of her like a lifeline, one he’d never let go. London clung with her body, skin to skin, writhing under him as much as the restraints allowed. He was poised above her, right there at her entrance, just waiting. But for what?

Suddenly, she felt a glimmer of something warm between her legs, centered under her clit. It didn’t take long for the warmth to become a slow burn that made her gasp.

“She feels it now.” Xander’s voice was a hoarse purr very close to her ear. Somehow, it seared her everywhere, especially her pussy.

London whimpered, thrusting her hips up again at Javier. He inched back and took one of her nipples in his mouth, teeth nipping. He did the same with the other moments later. Arched up to him with a pillow at her back, she had no way to stop him—not that she wanted to. Her sensitive crests tingled and throbbed as he pulled on them with the suction of his mouth, making her womb pulse with need. Her clit had gone from a kindling to an inferno, and with Javier all over her, kissing and touching her, pressing his thick erection against her thigh, she couldn’t stand another moment of his teasing torment.

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For the first time ever, I'm offering the chance to purchase a signed copy of a new release. You can pick up Ours To Love and/or Wicked Ties (with the pretty new cover) by following instructions here. But hurry! The chance ends May 14. Best wishes for a great week. More from me soon. I've got LOTS of goodies and news to share in the near future!


  1. Shayla Black
    michele nusbaum July 19, 2013 at 7:56 pm - Reply

    I ordered ALPHA BAD BOYS EBOOK today and it was at a great price of 99 cents. BUT your book THEIR VIRGIN CAPTIVE is the first book and you can not read the first page because the cover is on the same page as the first page. I have already read THEIR VIRGIN CAPTIVE so I went back into my nook archived books and the first page of your book is different fron the first page in the ALPHA BAD BOYS version. Of coarse what you can read with the picture in the background.

    Thank you
    Michele Nusbaum

  2. Shayla Black
    lenise rodriguez July 3, 2013 at 3:28 pm - Reply

    I love our to love keep up the great work I love the fact that we can always keep up with the others. cant wait to read more of the wicked love series thanks shayla u are the best.


  3. Shayla Black
    Desiree May 24, 2013 at 8:26 pm - Reply

    I loved the book and I’m so glad you’re doing a book for Callie and Thorpe. I just wish it would be out sooner, this is one of my favorite book series. I just wanted to know if you would be doing a book for Decker in the series as well?

  4. Shayla Black
    Michelle May 13, 2013 at 12:42 am - Reply

    Thank you Shayla for Javier and Xander’ s story.It was quite a pleasure to read it. Please think about giving Thorpe a story. He needs help and direction from you claiming his woman.
    Also, thanks for bringing some of the characters back from the other Wicked Lover Series. Please don’t run out of characters to write about in this series.

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