Little Red Riding Hood is a happy-go-lucky girl who enjoys having the attention of the boys in the village. Then a stranger comes to the forest, a man known only as Wolf. To the dismay of the village boys, he enters the rivalry for her favors.
Wolf has all the skills to make her want him. But does she have the strength to choose him in defiance of all her friends and family? Even more importantly, is he the right man for her?
And what she should do about Granny’s warnings?
Excerpt: A movement startled Little Red, as a pair of keen gray eyes flashed unexpectedly in the gloom of the forest. She clutched her basket, aware suddenly that she was all alone and a tall man she didn’t know was leaning against one of the few oak trees that had managed to establish its dominance in this northern evergreen forest. Even more alarming, the man’s eyes were caressing her in a bold manner that the boys from the village would never attempt. (Her father would speak to them sharply if they did.)
“Little Red,” he said, in a deep voice that woke up the forest, and buzzed over her skin.
Her skips faltered, and then stopped altogether, as if his voice alone had thrown a barrier across the path.
“Good morning,” she managed. She was always polite. (Her mother had raised her that way and besides, her life was such that good manners were easy.)
He smiled, and the smile spread warmth over her, as if she were suddenly standing in sunshine on a bright summer day, rather than in the middle of a dark forest. A few rays of real sunshine suddenly sparkled in the dark green rooftop above her, like hidden gold coins among the dense leaves.
She stepped closer to the man. “Who are you?”
“Are you traveling to grandma’s house?” he asked, still with that lazy smile.
“Then I am the big, bad wolf,” he declared. “Surely you’ve heard of me?”
She nodded, suddenly alert, but for some reason, not afraid. “Every girl knows your tale.”
He straightened casually and stepped away from the tree. “Then you’ve been warned,” he said. “Let’s move on from the nursery tale.”
“Move on?” She clutched her basket, but her heart thudded with delight. He smelled like fire looked – hot and sparkling and blazing with heat and hope. She sucked in a deep breath of wonder.
Wolf’s arm reached out and snagged her waist. “You’ll give me a kiss, won’t you? A kiss is nothing new to you, I’m sure.”
She giggled. “I don’t kiss and tell, naughty wolf.”
“That’s good.” He pulled her closer, his touch gentle. “You’ll never want to tell what we do together.”
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Love Charm for Brenna – Short Story in Love Charm Series
Blurb: Brenna casts her love charm at a ritzy Venetian masquerade ball. She knows exactly which guy she wants to win. But two intriguing men appear at the ball. Can she see beneath the disguises to her own true love, even if he’s the unexpected one?
Excerpt: Joe’s dark eyes glittered through the mask. “What are you doing, Brenna?”
“It’s not obvious?” She tried to lift his legs and swing them up on the couch, but they were heavy. “Lie down, Joe.” She laughed. “You said you wanted to make me happy.”
“This looks more like you making me happy.” But he lay down.
She wrestled down his pants. “I just need to get these out of the way.”
Joe’s breath was coming hard. “I want you naked.”
“Well—” She reached under her long dress and pulled off her panties. “I’ll give you something to wonder about.”
“Christ, Brenna.” He reached up and pulled her down on top of him.
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♥ 4.5 star Review from Romance Junkies! Carly Carson has penned a delightfully sensuous and seductive romance that is perfect for your summer beach bag.♥
Blurb: To save her sister, a sexy businesswoman accepts a mysterious, high-paying job with a hot business tycoon, but he thinks he’s hired a new mistress.
Excerpt: Logan stilled, like a lion in the moment before he pounces on his prey. Watchful. Unmoving. Evaluating his victim. Then he changed direction. Like the clever predator he was, he adopted a new approach to get what he wanted. Even as Amanda recognized his methods, she was helpless before them.
“You’re right,” he said softly. “You are not most women.” He resumed unbuttoning his shirt, drawing it off and dropping his pants. He stood naked before her. “I shouldn’t have interrupted what you were trying to do. I shouldn’t have tried to take control.”
He strode toward his bed, gloriously unconcerned with his nudity. “I’m going to lie down here, and let you do exactly what you want.”
He stretched out on the bed. Amanda tried hard not to stare, though she feared she mostly failed. “What if I don’t want to do anything?”
“I’ll be disappointed,” he said, still in that calm, unthreatening voice. “But I’ll survive.” He even managed that half-smile that always undid her.
She took two steps toward the bed. “You’re diabolical. You know that?”
“I’m totally at your mercy. What more do you want?” He crossed his arms behind his head. “I’ll keep my hands right here. While hoping that you’re planning to start taking off those clothes. I feel horribly disadvantaged here.”
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Love Charm for Ashley
A lonely teacher casts her homemade love charm into the cold waters of Boston Harbor to win a “forever after” love. The hot Special Forces soldier who appears makes the world his stomping ground, and nothing lasts for more than a night. Does the love charm have enough power to create the magic of true love?
Excerpt: “You’re so sweet,” he said. He kissed her cheek, her brow, her lips with warm, tender kisses as he guided her back to the couch. They sank onto it, and his dark gaze drummed into her, his eyes half-lidded, his cheeks flushed. “I could kiss you all night,” he said. “But I want more, too.”
“Glen.” That’s all she could say. His name. She looked at their hands tangled together. How quickly she’d become accustomed to his touch. No matter how they moved, they naturally held onto each other. But she understood the danger. The more she enjoyed his company and felt that he was almost an extension of herself , the harder it would be to see him go.
“So sexy.” He leaned close, breathing deeply. “I love your lilac scent.”
“I got the lilacs this morning.” June, in Boston. The only time lilacs would bloom. “I needed them for my love charm.”
Slowly, knowing on some level deeper than thought, that he would follow her every move, she reached out and plucked one of the lilac sprigs from the glass vase on the coffee table. She lifted the blossoms to her nose, breathed in her favorite scent, and then drew the blossoms down over her throat. Slowly, down to the v in her blouse, and she watched him stare at her with his burning eyes. “You like this scent?” she asked, smiling in the way of a woman who knows she’s enchanted her man.
“Yeah.” He touched his nose to hers, and moved down to touch his lips to hers. Then, using his tongue and his lips, he followed the trail of the lilac blossoms. Licking and kissing her neck, her throat, he continued down.
Baby, It’s Cold Outside
Ha! Got your attention? I want that line to be the start of a novel some day, but it happens to also be the truth.
If you live in New England, you need to love the snow and the way to love it is to get outdoors and enjoy all the fun winter sports. Hence, in my family, we are all skiers, and part of that is being on ski teams. You attend the races, whether it’s snowing or 16 degrees below zero or whatever.
But you want to hear about the porn star, right? Okay, this is hubby’s story and I’m in no position to dispute it. This woman had been swanning around the Fort Lauderdale airport, and hubby said hordes of men were flocking behind her. (Really? Have you guys no dignity at all?) She was dressed in denim short shorts, a red tank top and high heels.
My husband went into a restaurant to eat lunch, and was joined by a stranger (a man) because the restaurant was very crowded. They chatted while eating, and then the porn star appeared, getting in line at the counter to get her meal. This stranger went right up to her and invited her back to their table (since she wasn’t going to find a seat in the packed restaurant, ahem). So they all ate lunch together. Hubby said she told them about how her family (somewhere in Asia) disapproved of her livelihood. But she seemed happy. The truth is, he often finds himself in odd situations with strangers, so none of this surprises me.
Also, I have the better story since I was flashed by a kilt-wearing Scotsman at Oktoberfest in Austria. So now I DO know what they wear under that kilt. And I tell all in The Naked Male Tour of Austria.
We’re all here to talk about romances between snowbound couples. What could be more romantic with the right person? A cozy fire, no interruptions, and lots of time to play. This is exactly what happens in my novella, Baby, It’s Cold Outside. Of course, it’s not all smooth sailing.
Baby, It’s Cold Outside – Now Available!
This novella was nominated for Best Romance this year at eFestival of Words!
Jenna entices the man of her dreams into providing a haven for the weekend during a New York City blizzard. Her tools are her flirting skills dressed up with a bit of deception. She needs to make amends for the great wrong she did to him five years ago. Tricking him into having sex would only add to that wrong.
Though he’s never met Jenna before, Grant is immediately drawn to this blizzard-bopping beach babe. He’ll do her, but he doesn’t do deception. He thinks he’s spotted her minor trickery, but the big secret that blew up his life is waiting in the wings…
And things are about to heat up.
Grant watched Jenna shiver, despite the heat of the blaze that scorched his back. He didn’t know why she wasn’t warming up more quickly. Between the fire and the smoking hot woman in front of him, he might have to venture out into the blizzard himself to cool down. His stupid, clueless body didn’t care how lame her story was.
“How long have you known my sister?” His family was a subject that could kill his libido if anything could.
“Several years. I met Kate when I first moved to Florida. Recently, I took one of the classes she teaches at the community center.”
He nodded neutrally. He didn’t care about the damn classes.
“You shouldn’t blame Kate for anything I do,” Jenna added. “She doesn’t think I should be let out after dark without a keeper.”
Grant eyed her bedraggled state. “She might have a point—”
“Hey! I did not pop out of a cake! I am not your singing birthday telegram! So you can just stop eyeing me like I’m your playmate du jour.” She bolted upright and her feet hit the floor.
“Calm down.” He moved after her as she stood, and caught her arm. He was a little appalled at the sense of dismay that had whipped through him when she started to leave. “You can’t go. There’s a terrible storm out there.”
“I came in from that storm, and I can go right back out in it. I’m every bit as tough as I look.”
He couldn’t help laughing. “You don’t look tough at all.” Long, golden brown hair, curling a bit now that it was drying. Big brown eyes that managed to look both uncertain and inviting at the same time. And lips as full as Cupid’s arched bow. Just waiting to strike and slay a man.
She wrenched her arm from his hand. “And don’t patronize me.”
He held up a hand and pantomimed wiping the smile off his face. “Okay then. You are tougher than that ten line algorithm I’ve been working on over there.” He jerked his head towards his computer. “Lord knows it doesn’t talk back like you do.”
She stifled a giggle.
But he didn’t feel like laughing any more. Her arm had still been cold and, when he considered the state of her clothes, he couldn’t be surprised.
“There won’t be any cabs out there, anyway,” he reminded her.
“I got a cab to come here.” She edged away from him.
He grasped her arm again, surprised at his own determination to keep her. “That cab driver was real anxious to hit the road and get home. He said the only good thing about this weather was that the streets are deserted.”
“There’s the subway.”
“They have problems in bad weather, too. Besides, the way you’re dressed you can’t go anywhere.” His eyes strayed to her tits for the hundredth time since she’d appeared. Though he tried not to be obvious, a woman couldn’t dress like she did and not expect a man to look.
“You could lend me a sweatshirt.”
He eyed her sexy sandals. Aside from their complete inability to protect her from the snow, he damn well knew what the message was. As would any other man who saw her in them. “I can’t help you with your footwear. And a sweatshirt with your bare legs sticking out—” He shook his head. “Not safe for public viewing.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Are you kidding? You must know you have fabulous legs.”
“A leg man, are you?”
“Nope. More of a boobs and butts guy myself. Since you asked.” He couldn’t help grinning at her flustered face. “But I like anything and everything on the right woman.”
“I am not the right woman for—for whatever you might be implying.”
“Don’t be so defensive. You can’t go anywhere ’til you warm up.” He slung his arm around her shoulders. “I’ve got some body heat to share.” He tugged her to his side.
Wow, she smelled good. Snow and roses. A potent combination. Especially when combined with a barely-there outfit, a rack to die for, and those legs.
He tried to inhale discreetly. She was up to something more than what she’d told him. He knew that for a fact. But he’d been holed up in his apartment for days, working like the devil, and he could definitely use a break. Besides, he really couldn’t send her back out into the blizzard.”
He glanced out the window where the snow fell silently out of the dark sky, backlit by the lights of New York City. Its beauty didn’t hide its dangers. She had no money, no warm clothes, and nowhere to go, unless he chose to believe her story about the friend she could call. Which he didn’t.
But, even if she was a liar, what harm could she do him? He might as well take advantage of the opportunity fate had dropped into his lap. So to speak. Because his lap was the part insisting as loudly as possible that Jenna should stay at least until it got some relief.
“Baby, It’s Cold Outside is hot, hot, hot…perfect for a snowy winter night or ANY night. I read this gem of a book in one sitting! ” (Teri on Amazon)
“This sexy short romance will warm you to your toes. I loved how the reader’s comprehension of the heroine’s initial situation kept changing as the hero discovered more about her. ” (Heather Hiestand on Amazon)