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The Fire in the Heart is the Hardest to Fight…

Posted in Lexxie Couper, New Releases with tags , , , , , , on April 28, 2015 by Lexxie Couper


Harsh, rugged and unforgiving, the Australian Outback is the perfect place for Evan Alexander to hide. Up in the air, fighting fires from the cockpit of his helicopter, no one sees the scars that run clear down to his soul.

When a massive fire breaks out in a nearby national park, Wallaby Ridge becomes a media staging ground, and Evan’s daring piloting skills the center of attention. Evan finds it easy to dodge every reporter—except one. A woman from his past.

Jenna McGrath can’t believe the quiet, withdrawn man declared a hero is the same arrogant, cocky pilot she fell in love with six years ago. A cruel betrayal caused Jenna to remove herself from his world, but she’s never been able to erase him from her memories.

Their long-suppressed attraction reignites, but the walls Evan has built around himself are high. And while Jenna easily overlooks the scars on his body, she begins to wonder if molten desire is enough to melt the emotional scars binding his heart.

Warning: It’s not the flames devouring the landscape that will stir your soul…it’s the wounded, broken man fighting them from the air.

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“This isn’t a long read, but man is it a great one. There aren’t many authors that can grab your heart as hard in these few words as well as Lexxie has. I highly recommend this book and series!!! I can’t wait to see what else she has coming from these guys of Wallaby Ridge.” ~ KcLu, Guilty Pleasures 


No way.

Jenna’s stride, normally utterly confident, purposeful and commanding, betrayed her. She stumbled, her four-inch Manolo Blahniks scraping over the gritty concrete, her mic slipping from her loosening grip.

Reflexes contracted her fingers around the microphone before it could fall to the ground. Her cameraman, Theo Theodopolis, snared her upper arm before she herself could tumble in that direction.

“Gotcha, boss,” he muttered, laughter in his voice.

She tried to shoot him a grateful smile over her shoulder, tried to show her appreciation for his quick action, but she couldn’t seem to drag her stare from the man in the baseball cap and battered bomber jacket standing near the helicopter.

There was no way it could be who she thought it was.

No way.

For starters, the Evan Alexander she knew five years ago would never hide under a baseball cap. Evan Alexander only ever stood tall and arrogant, smile smugly charming, oozing sexy-as-sin cockiness and surety.

That Evan, the one her best friend had married—correction, so-called best friend—had married would never wear his collar up hiding half his face.

Evan Alexander knew he was too good-looking to deny the world his countenance. Evan Alexander preened when the world looked at him. Evan Alexander would not, repeat, would not turn his back on a reporter making their way towards him like the man in the bomber jacket was doing now.

Which meant the man Wallaby Ridge was hailing a hero couldn’t be Evan Alexander, right?


So what’s with the punch-to-the-tummy sensation then, Jenna? The same punch-to-the-tummy sensation you always got every time your eyes connected with Evan’s back when you still hung out with him and Tracey?

Drawing in a slow breath, she straightened her spine and continued towards the man so very obviously ignoring her approach. There was no way it could be Evan. No way. It was a freaky trick of light, is all. A snatching glimpse of eyes similar to Evan’s. Hell, what with the way the man was wearing his baseball cap so low over his face, and with the cocked-up bomber jacket collar, she was lucky to have seen his eyes at all, especially in the darkness of the evening. Where were all the streetlights in the Outback? Surely the helipad should have some kind of illumination? How did they see anything out here at night with so little electric light? By the gazillion stars overhead?


She flicked the tall man standing beside the one ignoring her a look. He smirked at her, an unreadable expression on his face.

Jenna swallowed, casting her gaze over him from eyes to boots and back to eyes again. Charlie Baynard, Wallaby Ridge’s Senior Constable. A ripple of apprehension shot up her back. She’d spoken to him only a few moments ago, trying to track down the hero of Wallaby Ridge. He’d been intimidating then, shielding a small group of firefighters just in from the massive blaze from a frenzied gaggle of print-media reporters desperate to get a story.

“Senior Constable.” She licked her lips, her belly tight. Why, she had no idea. There was no reason for it. The man with his back to her wasn’t Evan. She indicated towards that broad back with her head, gripping her mic tighter. “Is this who I’m after?”

Charlie Baynard nodded. The shoulders of the man refusing to look at her stiffened.

“It is,” Charlie said. “But I don’t think he’s in the mood for talking. And I wouldn’t call him a hero if I were you.”

Jenna frowned. “But he is. Everyone is talking about the helicopter pilot who risked his life to save the team on the north line of the fire. Even his own captain says they’d all be dead if he hadn’t…” Huffing into her fringe, she tore her focus from the smirking police officer and reached out to tap on the other man’s shoulder. What was she doing wasting time with Baynard? “Excuse me, I’m Jenna McGrath from Chanel Eight News. I’m wondering if you’d permit me a few moments to talk about what you did out there?”

The man half turned his head, enough to grant her a glimpse of what little profile the low baseball cap peak and high collar allowed. “I just did my job,” a deep voice, scratchy and husky from smoke, no doubt, declared. “There’s no story here.”

The tension in Jenna’s stomach fluttered. Her throat thickened.

In amongst all that scratchy timbre was a voice she recognized, one that had stayed with her long after she and Tracey had parted ways. One that visited her often in her dreams and when her hands took care of the yearning in her body.

She stared at the glimpse of a profile. At the downcast eyes refusing to look at her.


His name slipped from her lips, doubt and confusion tripping over the syllables.

The broad shoulders encased in beaten leather stiffened. She saw his eyes squeeze shut. Saw his head dip a fraction, as if weighed down by a fatal sense of acceptance.

And then the man every member of the media here in Wallaby Ridge wanted to talk to turned and faced her fully. Fixed her with eyes as piercing as they’d ever been despite the dark shadow thrown over his face by the peak of his baseball cape, and Jenna forgot how to breathe.

“Hi, Jenna.”

A lump lodged itself in her throat. Got stuck there, fast and tight.

She caught sight of white twisted flesh beneath his left eye, over his cheek. Saw a hint of the same on what little of his jaw and the side of his neck was visible behind the cocked collar of the bomber jacket.

Are they…are they scars?
The shocked thought ran through her head at the very second she realized just how long she’d been staring.
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Pleasure Bound ~ Out Now!

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on October 25, 2011 by Anne Rainey
My newest Kensington Aphrodisia book is now available in print! It’s also available on your Nook and Kindle!Pleasure Bound

single title, erotic romance
(connected to So Sensitive)
Hard to Get series, book 2

 When Desire Burns This Hot…

With his sexy smile and rock-hard body, P.I. Jonas Phoenix is used to having women flock to his bed. But these days there’s only one woman Jonas wants–and she won’t give him the time of day.

The Only Choice…

Deanna Harrison knows she can’t fight her attraction to Jonas forever, but she’s looking for more than a fling. So Jonas issues Deanna a challenge: give him one weekend at his Miami beach house to win her over. No strings attached. No limitations.

Is Surrender…

Once in Miami, the sexual tension erupts as Deanna finally lets go–and lets Jonas pleasure her in ways she’s only dreamed of. But while their bond grows stronger, danger lurks close by–and it could be deadly for them both…

Heat Alert: Smokin’

This story contains light bondage, anal sex, video sex and a hot makeout session in public

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Favorite Quote:
“Now that we’re here, now that our relationship has moved past friendship, I won’t let anyone keep you from me. Not ever again. Do you understand?”
Read the prologue
Happy reading,
A Little Bit Naughty–out now!

Smokin’ Hot Excerpt–So Sensitive

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on April 19, 2011 by Anne Rainey

And now for a peek at my upcoming Kensington release. This is a contemporary erotic romance that starts off my new Hard to Get trilogy! So Sensitive releases July 1st! The second book in the series, Pleasure Bound, releases Nov. 1st. The third and final book in the series (title to be announced) will release next year.

Okay, onto the good stuff. For today ONLY if you leave me a comment about the excerpt you’re entered to win one of my ebooks–winner’s choice of my current releases. 🙂 I will announce the winner here tomorrow!

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When Fear Crosses The Line
At first, the mysterious emails are flattering. But soon, Gracie Baron can’t deny she has a stalker–and it’s clear she needs protection…

Into Pure Pleasure
P.I. Wade Harrison admits that his friend’s luscious assistant, Gracie, has been tantalizing him for months. So Wade jumps at the chance to offer her the personal protection she needs, free of charge. The only catch is, Gracie must agree to obey his orders–no questions asked.

The Answer Is Yes
Once Wade has Gracie alone, he isn’t shy about letting her know what he wants. His fantasies involve erotic toys and a very willing partner–and that’s just for starters. Gracie doesn’t know what she wants, but Wade is hot and restless–and surrendering to his desires may be exactly what she needs…


“Now, about that blog.”
Gracie groaned. “You aren’t going to let up, are you?”

“Have I yet?”

True, he hadn’t once given up on her. Not when she’d denied his request of a date and not when she’d told him about her stalker. Some men would have taken it all in then run the other way, not willing to get involved with a woman with so much baggage. Wade wasn’t intimidated so easily, though.

“It’s called Gracie’s Ramblings.” She pulled the laptop close and typed in the address. When her header popped up, she wanted to slink under the table.

“Interesting image you’ve got there, Gracie.”

“Shut up.” Her cheeks heated as she stared at the hot, shirtless cowboy covering the top of the screen. “It was an impulse, that’s all.”

He chuckled. “I’ll bet.” The hand he had wrapped around her middle started a slow path down her body. “Maybe I should buy myself a cowboy hat.”

She slapped his forearm. “Concentrate.”

His hand didn’t stop moving until it was covering her pussy. Nuzzling her neck, Wade whispered, “How can I with you sitting on my lap?”

Gracie relaxed against him, the blog forgotten. “What about Jonas?”

He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of the shorts he’d loaned her. Warm, callused fingers touched her clit and she moaned. “We’ve got time. Spread your legs for me, baby.”


“I want to play with my pretty pussy.”

Gracie moved her legs apart, giving him better access to her body. “Oh, God, this is so crazy.”

A finger glided between her pussy lips. “No, this is necessary.”

“Necessary?” Her voice sounded as if she’d run a marathon. His effect on her was potent.

Slowly, as if savoring every inch of her, Wade pushed his finger deep. “Yeah. If I don’t touch you, I’ll die. And that would really suck.”

She didn’t laugh as he no doubt intended. Hell, it was all she could do to hold on as he teased and played with her, already he knew exactly how to touch her, how much pressure to use to elicit a moan, or several moans. The man was a very fast learner.
When a second finger joined the first, she cried out, all sense of modesty gone. All she wanted, all she craved was Wade and the things he could do with his hands, mouth, cock. He pressed his lower body upward, showing her just how much he wanted her.

“Wade, I need you,” she admitted, too eager to feel his cock stretching and filling her.

“Later for that, sweetheart,” he murmured against her ear. “Right now just feel.”

His fingers continued their gentle torment. Sliding in and out, fucking her with a maddening tempo designed to drive her to the very brink, but never beyond. “Please, Wade!”

His other hand cupped her breast and squeezed. “Soon, little angel.”

Wade stroked the curls of her mound. It seemed so wicked to make out in his kitchen. Jonas could walk in at any moment. She didn’t care. All her concentration was on Wade, his powerful body beneath her, surrounding her. His hot breath against her neck sent a shiver down her spine. She could smell the potent mixture of his aftershave and his desire.

Wade cupped her chin and brought her head back until he was staring directly into her half-closed eyes. “Is this my pussy, Gracie?”

He skimmed his thumb over her clitoris. “I want to own it. I want to hear you say it belongs to me, only me.”

She wanted to speak, needed to answer him, but his touch was electric. Only Wade had the power to make her burn so completely.
Three fingers thrust between the swollen folds of her pussy and she lost control. She pushed into his hand, seeking more, needing everything.

“Mmm, you’re so pretty like this, baby. Excited and hungry to be fucked. Later, I’m going to show you what it’s like to have this little ass filled with my cock. For now, I want you coming for me. I want your cream soaking my fingers.”

Gracie clutched onto his arm, her fingers digging into his flesh. “Please, faster, Wade.” The carnal images his words evoked ripped through her mind like some forbidden film. She ached for everything he had to give.

“Like this?” His strokes increased, driving all rational thought from her mind.


His smile fluttered against her cheek. She felt his male triumph. He knew she was helpless to him. It grated on her, but she couldn’t think why. All she really cared about was the feel of Wade’s long, thick fingers filling her. His thumb flicking her clit and the hand tugging at the ring in her nipple. He was everywhere at once, driving out everything except the way he made her body hum with pleasure. Intense, hot, eager. It’d never been that way for her before. Not with any other man. With Wade, a mere touch sent her blood pressure into the danger zone.

A few more pumping strokes and she was there, soaring into the air. Wade covered her mouth with his and drank in her moans of pleasure. Only after the last little quiver died away did Wade release her mouth and pull his fingers free. He brought the wet digits to his lips, and licked each one clean. His dark smile promised things. Wild, taboo things.

“You taste like warm sweet cream.”

She blushed. “Um, thanks, I guess.”

“Hmm,” he dipped his head and kissed her, a tender peck, nothing more. When he lifted the intensity in his gaze had changed. The smoldering passion was still there, as was the hard on prodding her butt cheeks, but there seemed to be satisfaction there as well. Strange, considering he hadn’t gotten to come. “I could take the edge off for you, too. If you want.”

He shook his head and started rubbing her lower back. The soothing motion had Gracie cuddling closer. “Jonas will be here any minute. Besides when I get naked I’m going to want more than a few quick minutes in the kitchen.”

“Oh.” She didn’t know what else to say, so she didn’t say anything.