SPEED DEMON by RaeLynn Blue
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3 CUps from CoffeeTime Romance
"Fast-paced and exciting racing keep the thrills coming in this
story. Drannon is hot and sexy in black leather and Quinn is just trying to keep her mind on her job. You can almost feel the
excitement of the car chases. I found this book to be entertaining and very imaginative. Overall, this book was a good read."--Laiden/CoffeeTime Romance


BLURB: Officer Quinn Barnes patrols New Mexico's Highway 9. But when she attempts to ticket a speedster, Quinn is swept up into an otherworldly race by the demon, Drannon, not only for her heart, but for her soul—to be bound to him for all time.

EXCERPT

"Sir, roll down your window." Even to herself she sounded bored.

The driver sported sunglasses and a bright smile. His chocolate-
brown skin seemed flawless and sculpted from a Godiva's factory
batch.

Freak. Wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night.

"Yes, Officer," he said, producing a subtle voice filled with
soothing syllables as if his breath caressed each letter. He
continued to smile as he rolled down the window. After which, he
slowly placed both hands on the wheel.

What the hell is the matter with me? Pull your head outta your ass, Quinn!

With a gargled sigh, she said it again, this time with more volume.

Pulling out her flashlight, she gripped it tightly around its
base. "Sir, roll down the window. Now! Please!"

Why did the men have to be so stubborn with female cops? Had it been one of the boys who'd pulled this prick over, he would've had his license out and on a platter.

The driver turned and looked at her with what could only be
unchecked lust rising hot in his eyes. As he slowly slid the
sunglasses down, his pupils, a syrupy brown seemed to contain flames—his irises were orange.

What the hell? Quinn flinched.

But the driver blinked, and as she cautiously looked again into the driver's side window, she noticed his eyes were light brown.

He winked.

Oh, no, not this time, handsome! A surging tug of desire clenched her gut. She ignored it. Teasing an officer should be illegal. Taunting one should be, too.

With one long finger, he pushed his sunglasses back up. He licked his juicy, full lips. The sunglasses were dark, but Quinn could feel his eyes give her the once over, roaming over her well-fitted uniform as if she wore nothing at all.

Men always thought they could flirt their way out of a ticket.

"May I see your driver's license?" Quinn asked again and rapped the on the side of the door with the butt of her gun. She stepped backward, just behind the driver's side, so she could see him and whatever naughtiness he had lined up.

Past the three unbuttoned slots of his collared shirt, she made out an exposed stone-hard chest and coiled, curly hair, pitch black like the mustang he drove, his hair, and the night's sky.

The blanket of hair peeked through the thin fabric, enticing Quinn's attention, beckoning her to touch and caress the fuzzy fizzle until she unearthed his nipples.

Somehow she knew they'd be taut and pointed with passion.

Damn, girl, focus!

END EXCERPT

I'm always enjoy getting feedback from readers. Yes, I even read the negative stuff, though I'd be lying if I said I enjoyed reading it as much as the good stuff.

So, naturally, I got some really good news about my little short story, DEMONIC DESERT DESIRES. Two Lips gave it 4.5 Kisses!

Here's what they had to say...

"RaeLynn Blue grabs readers by the throat and she does not let go, dragging them into her wicked spell where we are forced to read rapidly as we can to get to the end. Demonic Desert Desire is a quick read for readers with limited time, but it is hot to the touch as these two get together and one you would not want to miss reading!"--Alisha//Two Lips Review.

Check out the entire review at http://www.twolipsreviews.com/conten...

You can also grabe a copy of DEMONIC DESERT DESIRES at Whispers Publishing.
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RaeLynn Blue
http://raelynnblue.blogspot.com

That's right. The long awaited re-release of my title, SPEED DEMON,
will be available May 4th from Whispers Publishing! I won't go on
and on about how much I like this story, instead I'll give you the
specifics:

Cover:



Blurb: Officer Quindalin Barnes is fed up working the night shift,
patrolling New Mexico's Highway 9. She spends most nights racing her
cruiser, feeling it rush, and relishing the passion speeding gives
her and the spike of sensual shimmer between her thighs. That is
until one night, a mysterious black mustang rips down highway 9,
leading Quinn on a high speed chase. But no sooner does she slap on
the flashers, does the mustang pull over. Expecting to ticket the
driver, Quinn is soon swept into an otherworldly race by the demon,
Drannon, not only for her heart, her body, but for her soul—to be
bound to him for all time.


Release Date: May 4, 2007
Price: $1.95
Publisher: Whispers Publishing
Excerpt:

..> "Sir, roll down your window." Even to herself she sounded bored.

The driver sported sunglasses and a bright smile. His chocolate-brown skin seemed flawless and sculpted from a Godiva's factory batch.

Freak. Wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night.

"Yes, Officer," he said, producing a subtle voice filled with soothing syllables as if his breath caressed each letter. He continued to smile as he rolled down the window. After which, he slowly placed both hands on the wheel.

What the hell is the matter with me? Pull your head outta your ass, Quinn!

With a gargled sigh, she said it again, this time with more volume. Pulling out her flashlight, she gripped it tightly around its base. "Sir, roll down the window. Now! Please!"

Why did the men have to be so stubborn with female cops? Had it been one of the boys who'd pulled this prick over, he would've had his license out and on a platter.

The driver turned and looked at her with what could only be unchecked lust rising hot in his eyes. As he slowly slid the sunglasses down, his pupils, a syrupy brown seemed to contain flames—his irises were orange.

What the hell? Quinn flinched.

But the driver blinked, and as she cautiously looked again into the driver's side window, she noticed his eyes were light brown.

He winked.

Oh, no, not this time, handsome! A surging tug of desire clenched her gut. She ignored it. Teasing an officer should be illegal. Taunting one should be, too.

With one long finger, he pushed his sunglasses back up. He licked his juicy, full lips. The sunglasses were dark, but Quinn could feel his eyes give her the once over, roaming over her well-fitted uniform as if she wore nothing at all.

Men always thought they could flirt their way out of a ticket.

"May I see your driver's license?" Quinn asked again and rapped the on the side of the door with the butt of her gun. She stepped backward, just behind the driver's side, so she could see him and whatever naughtiness he had lined up.

Past the three unbuttoned slots of his collared shirt, she made out an exposed stone-hard chest and coiled, curly hair, pitch black like the mustang he drove, his hair, and the night's sky.

The blanket of hair peeked through the thin fabric, enticing Quinn's attention, beckoning her to touch and caress the fuzzy fizzle until she unearthed his nipples.

Somehow she knew they'd be taut and pointed with passion.

Damn, girl, focus!

..>

End Excerpt!

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