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I’m tickled to announce this. My book, WATCHING HER EVERY MOVE, has been reviewed by Whipped Cream and received a lovely 4.5!!! That means that starting Saturday, my book will be up for BEST BOOK of the WEEK!!!  

All the details can be found here! Please take a minute and go vote! There’s a list of wonderful good books. It’ll ONLY be up for vote from Saturday, through Sunday night, so go!

Thank you for your vote! Yes I’m shamelessly begging here.

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2009/12/watching-her-every-move-by-diana.html?zx=5a7ce7241ef4579d (for the full review)

Agent Jonas Dreyer has been working night and day to intercept valuable memory chips before they are delivered into the wrong hands. A happily confirmed bachelor with good reason, he never expects for the woman who is struck by his suspect in a wild foot chase to be the one, his mate.

Neither do they expect her to be targeted as the only person who may know where the vanished chips may be.

Watching Her Every Move is filled with incredible romantic suspense, sensual buildup and characters worth cheering for.

Watching Her Every Move is a gripping tale of bad guys, a race against time, love lassoing a man unawares and a woman strong enough to tame the wildest of beasts with her openness, passion and brains. Great combinations that ensure an engrossing and fulfilling read.

ISBN: 978-1-60737-482-4
Author: Diana DeRicci
Cover Artist: Marci Gass
Price: $4.99

Deena is turning twenty-nine and her friend has given her the best gift, a free pass to Touch, a decadent luxury playground that caters to the rich and famous. Working endlessly to get her business off the ground, this break to play is exactly what she needed. The treatments aren’t half bad either.

Derek, the owner and controlling mastermind behind Touch, has ulterior motives though for getting Deena to Touch. Several months before, he’d discovered the knock-out blonde at a mutual friend’s wedding. Knowing she was dating, he tried to put her out of his mind, yet when her boyfriend leaves in a butcher’s rendition of chopped hearts, Derek lays out the ammunition to win her for himself.

All he needs is his secret weapon: Touch.

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Excerpt: (Adult)

“Deena?”

“Hmm?” Languorous and drowsy, she barely answered him.

“Your choice of relaxation methods was one I’m not familiar with.” Drifting his hand between her relaxed thighs, closer to the pulsating heat of her mound still hidden beneath the safety of the towel, he almost died on the spot. Knowing what he should have expected, his blood raged with a renewed shock at the silken expanse of baby-soft smooth skin all along her thigh the higher he went. Was she bare? His mouth salivated, and he swallowed. Hard. Thank God he’d had the foresight to not put cameras in every massage room. “But I don’t want you to leave dissatisfied with our services.”

“Methods?” she mumbled, obviously trying to make the connection with a brain that was mush.

“Is this what you meant?” he asked, trying to even his voice out as he pressed delicately to the heat of her smooth flesh with an oiled palm. He slid the towel to her side, exposing her completely. The divine beauty of her body stole the last sane thought he had.

“Oh!” Shock made her voice stronger, but she was boneless on the table. He waited. Boneless was one thing. Feeling helpless was another. The oiled heat of her body was reaching up to him, wrapping around him like a fine scarf in winter. Over his nose and mouth, making him dizzy with need.

“Let me please you,” he managed over a thick tongue. A shudder rolled down her body.

“This isn’t a common offer, is it?” Her words were confused, trying to understand.

“No, Deena. This is for you, because you asked for the method.” Only a partial lie, a play on words that she herself had written. He was dying to feel her orgasm after having his hands all over her body for the last hour.

His eyes had almost fallen out of his head when he’d seen that one written word: orgasms. At first he believed he’d imagined it because he’d thought of little else when it came to Deena. It was a perfect opportunity, albeit a stolen one. He’d take it and run like a thief.

After a minute’s hesitation, she relaxed and actually spread her thighs for him, lifting her hips to press into his palm.

He didn’t ask twice, slowly working the oiled heat of his palm over her slit, feeling the way her body trembled and arched against his motions. He wished he could take her the way he’d craved since that fateful day all those months ago, but her ex had done a real number on her.

So much so that Sylvia had become extremely worried over her. Unable to wait for time to cure her heart, he’d made a deal with Sylvia to get Deena to the spa. He was going to do much more than heal her heart, given the chance. He was going to awaken her body.

He slid his palm over her pussy, and she moaned, the sound low and aching. He wanted her to turn over, to find her with his mouth, and devour her in all the ways he knew he could, but he wasn’t ready for her to see him yet. He didn’t want any connection made to him as one of the guests at Laura’s wedding, because that would too easily lead back to Rafael then Sylvia and the whole set up to get her to Touch. It was too possible for her to realize who he was, since she was at his spa, and he didn’t want to hurt her. He would tell her, but not now. It was too soon. He didn’t want his reputation and wealth to make the first impression. For now, he only wanted her to know him as André when she did finally see his face, to protect her if this was the only time he should have with her.

By the heat beneath his hands, he sincerely doubted he was imagining this. She’d find out about Derek Richards in due time. He wasn’t thrilled with the lie, but he wouldn’t risk hurting her if he was wrong about this attraction, if she didn’t feel the same, because he knew he wanted her. He felt on fire from just the hour they’d spent together already.

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Blurb:

Rob’s been working like the proverbial dog for months when he takes a trip to Granier Falls with his sister. Grateful for the break, he can’t believe his good fortune when he meets Maddie. She’s playful, fun, unpretentious with a beguiling innocence and unlike any woman he’s met in recent memory.

A long distance friendship soon turns into a torture of its own for Rob who shows up on her doorstep with nothing more on his mind than the hope of a wild weekend with the woman he can’t forget.

Cursed from birth, both he and his sister share a trait that they can’t explain, and have feared since their very power forced them out on the run. When there is a faint flicker of hope for a normal life, it crashes around him when his sister is yanked out of her home. Trouble from his past collides with the force of Maddie’s over-protective family and Rob is faced with the challenge of a lifetime–save his sister, love Maddie, or lose them both.

All he wants is a normal life with Maddie in Granier Falls. But the truth about his power could ruin it all before the end of the weekend.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

“What are you wearing?” The rich drawl on the other end of her phone slipped into her ear with a silken curl that made her smile.

Maddie stretched out on the couch, pressing herself into the fluffed pillows behind her. Her heart sped up hearing his voice again. She loved these little fantasy games between herself and Rob. They did, at least occasionally, break up the monotony of her singleness. “Are you in a leather or lace mood?” she asked.

She heard his breath grind to a halt across the miles and imagined the slow heated burn in his eyes, the half drop of his lashes that would cover his gaze. He had these brown eyes that could make her melt into a puddle at a glance. Too bad she never got the chance to find out just what it would take to make her melt.

“How’d you get to know me so well?” Rob asked her, his playful grin evident in the tone. She shivered a little at the heightened sense of his teasing. Was there a huskier note in his voice tonight?

She and Rob had gone out a couple of times when he’d been in town for a friend’s wedding. He lived five hours from her hometown of Granier Falls, and with him in town for only a few short days, both accepted that something deeper wasn’t in the cards for either of them. Trading phone numbers as friends was as close as they could get under those circumstances. Then one night a couple of weeks later, he’d called to rant about his latest girlfriend breakup. After consoling him and stroking his wounded ego, they’d started talking about an outfit she had been wearing because she’d been fighting with the jacket portion all day and frustration had made her testy. A few teasing quips about not wearing the jacket, or much of anything else, and that one conversation had playfully deteriorated from there. Ever since … she grinned in memory. The teasing was harmless. A few words, something to take the stress of the day away, and it was usually just fun enough to fuel her own sexual fantasies. Playful and never anything too deep or serious. It had been a long dry spell before and since Rob had been in town. Sadly, she never got to do more than kiss him goodbye when he left. A chance lunch and shared coffee in a crowded shop doesn’t lend well to leaping across tables to attack delectable lips and the male package attached to them. Lost opportunities and water under the bridge. But that was then, this is now.

“Let’s just say that I’ve gotten good at listening for it in your voice.” She paused and narrowed her eyes, listening for the deeper nuances in his words, then told him, “You’re in a leather mood. Did you have a hard day?”

“The worst.” This time his sigh was full and he groaned. “Getting comfortable,” he explained. “They dumped another full schedule on me this week.” She heard the sound of a car door. He must’ve just gotten home.

Noting the time, she shook her head in sympathy. “They really need another manager for that office.”

“Tell me about it,” he groused. “I’m sick of doing the job of three and getting paid for one. At least make it fair and pay me for the work of two.”

She laughed when he did. “Poor baby,” she murmured. She lifted a leg and rested her hand on her thigh, sitting in the corner cushions of her couch. Lass, her cat, jumped up to the back of the sofa, lying down like a large fur throw pillow.

“Want to kiss my boo-boos?”

“Not if I’m the one in leather,” she answered him firmly. A shiver rocked her. What she’d give to really play with him. Why muck up such a good friendship with sex? Well, real sex anyway. “You need to relax, Rob.”

He breathed an affirmative. “I want to,” he replied. “I’ve been working late all week. I think I’m going to take a break tonight. A long, hot shower or something.” He purred suggestively into the phone.

She closed her eyes and envisioned his naked chest dripping wet and licked her lips. It was a wondrous sight indeed. Not that she’d ever seen him without a shirt, but she could certainly imagine it. She was not lacking in imagination.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he said a minute later, his voice dropping to a seductive, teasing tone. “I definitely want you in lace tonight. Something sheer.”

Her lids lowered to half mast and her chest heaved on a breath. “Oh?” Her heart skipped a beat. “Why?”

“Because tonight I’m going to make love to you.”

Wooohooootie!!! Watching Her Every Move bags a 5-smacker from Two Lips! http://www.twolipsreviews.com/content/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=4419&Itemid=36

Totally forgot to post this: http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/recentrev.htm
The Librarian’s Secret is up for Best Book. If you’re inclined, pleased stop in and vote. Thank you.

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FIVE CHERRIES! SWWEEEEEETTT!!

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“”The Librarian’s Secret is a seriously good read. … this one does not disappoint.”"

The Librarian’s Secret by Diana DeRicci
Publisher: Tease Publishing
Genre: Contemporary
Length: Short (45 pages)
Other: M/F, Ménage, Multiple Partners, F/F, F/M/F
Rating: 5 Cherries
Reviewer: Holly

Victoria’s life is ordered and secure. She has buried the nightmares of her youth in the deepest part of her psyche. Yet no amount of control can keep her life from changing when Cory steamrolls his way into her private world. Her professional and aloof exterior melts with the heat he ignites within her and in spite of her mind telling her no, her heart wants everything he offers, everything she has believed herself unworthy of receiving.