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It’s Sunday again. Time for another six!

She had to lean over to see him as he loaded his clothes into the washer. Thank god for front loaders. Getting to see that gorgeous butt beneath those stretched tight shorts was heavenly. Claire’s imagination ran wild; she could see her hands smoothing all over those tight cheeks and diving between them to cup his balls. The warmth in her belly grew hotter, and she almost toppled off the stool when he turned in her direction.

You can check out the blurb and a full excerpt for All Of You HERE! 

And don’t forget to check out the list of other authors taking part in this weeks Six Sentence Sunday HERE!  

 

I had to think long and hard to find something to fit in this weeks theme. The hint was a quirky scene or character so I’ve gone with the ‘game’ scene in Truth or Dare. All the characters are a little quirky, especially seeing how they’re a little drunk.

Daring to tell the truth will change the rules of this game forever.

Party Games, Book 2

When her friend deserts her at an exclusive Sydney house party, Miki Drummond retreats to a corner to observe the insanity. Watching life go by is something she does well, especially after the hell her marriage put her through.

She never dreamed she’d reconnect with not one but two blasts from her high school past. And she never expected their heated gazes to bring her body so easily back to life.

Grant Rogers and Dayne Pierce never forgot Miki. Ever. Past experience tells them to tread slowly and carefully, but that plan flies out the window when they’re all dragged into a game of Truth or Dare. Something’s up, because Miki repeatedly chooses to take a shot rather than reveal her obvious pain. Time after time.

Waking up hungover in a strange bedroom, Miki is caught in an electrically charged moment with two men who offer her unimaginable pleasure, who seem determined to keep her suspended in sweet torment—permanently.

One night of pure fantasy is all Miki dares to take, but come morning the hard truth is that walking away isn’t an option.

Product Warnings: The author cannot be held responsible for any truth you may tell or dare you make take after reading this story. And if you find yourself sandwiched between two hunky men…take the dare.

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She finally settled on a game of Truth or Dare. With typical Frankie finesse, she pushed the three of them onto a couch, Miki squished between him and Dayne. Two others joined the game, a guy Grant recognised but couldn’t remember a name for and a woman who was already three sheets to the wind if the smell of alcohol emanating from her was any indication. Before he blinked, Frankie placed shot glasses in front of each of them and plonked a bottle of tequila on the low table in the middle of their small group. He glanced around the room to see similar groups engaged in the game already.
“I’ll ask first,” the other guy said as he turned to the blonde woman beside him. “Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.” Her eyes were glazed and she swayed in her seat.
“I dare you to suck my cock.”
“Eeww…” The blonde gagged and put a hand over her mouth.
“Jesus, Mike.” Frankie poured tequila into the woman’s glass before the blonde even tapped it.
With a skill that surprised him, the woman leaned forward, wrapped her lips around the top of the small cup and flipped her head back. In one swallow, she downed the alcohol and dropped the glass back on the table. She closed her eyes and shuddered before turning to Frankie. “Truth or da—” She hiccupped.
Frankie rolled her eyes. “Truth.”
The blonde squinted in Frankie’s direction, cocked her head to the side. “Are those four boobs real?”
Laughter burst from the group as one. Obviously she was seeing double.
“Yep.” Frankie cupped a breast in each hand. “These babies are all mine.”
The blonde’s eyes spun around before rolling back in her head. She toppled off the seat to the floor and stayed there. Mike leaned down to fondle her chest and Frankie slapped his hands away.
“Just checking for a pulse,” he said as he snatched his arms back out of Frankie’s reach.
“Sure you were.” She turned to face Grant. “Truth or dare?”
He thought about it for all of a second before going the safest route. “Truth.”
“What’s you most secret sexual fantasy?”
Jeez, she wasn’t pulling any punches. He kept his gaze on Frankie. If he looked at Miki and Dayne like he wanted to there wouldn’t be any point in taking the shot or opening his mouth and spilling the beans. He tapped the glass.
Frankie grinned and poured the tequila. “Chicken.”
Grant ignored the taunt and took the shot. He turned to Miki. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
Keeping with the sex angle, he asked the question every guy wants to know. “Have you ever made out with a girl?”
Miki’s gaze darted to Frankie but her head didn’t move so no one knew she’d revealed the answer except him and her best friend. His mind exploded with images best not thought of and he gulped back the groan that rumbled in his throat. If anyone had seen her giveaway look they’d think she was just taking the shot instead of answering when she reached out and tapped the glass. Not about to do anything that would reveal what he’d discovered, he eased back in his seat and waited for Miki to down her penalty for not answering.
He chuckled when she picked up the glass with one hand and blocked her nose with the other. A grimace crossed her face as she brought the liquor to her lips. Eyes scrunched closed, Miki swallowed the tequila in a rush. She wriggled in the seat next to him and placed the glass back down.
“God, that stuff is foul.” A shudder rippled through her as she leaned back against the couch. “Okay, Dayne, truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Mmm,” Miki’s mouth kicked up in a sexy little smirk before she asked her question. “Have you ever made out with a girl?”
For a second Dayne just stared at her before laughter erupted. Frankie snorted before joining in at the same time Grant did.
“Jeez, come on, answer the damn question and get on with the game,” Mike grumbled.
“Yes, Miki, I’ve made out with a girl a time or two.” Dayne tweaked Miki’s nose before turning to Mike. “Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.”
Mike almost bounced in his seat waiting for Dayne’s dare. Grant thought the guy was in his late twenties, possibly early thirties, but you wouldn’t guess it from the way he acted.
“Okay, how about you try sucking your own dick?” Dayne asked.
“Can’t. Tried.” Mike turned to Frankie. “Your turn. Truth or Dare?”
“Christ, Mike, you’re disgusting,” Frankie said.
“Truth or Dare?”
Grant could only imagine what the dickhead would come up with once Frankie picked her poison. He might have to take the shot on his next couple of rounds just to make the game a little more interesting because it certainly wasn’t proving much fun sober, but with a haze of alcohol under his belt it wouldn’t matter.

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You can find all the info on Truth or Dare HERE!

The list of authors participating this week:

Megan Hart — Read in bed!
Eliza Gayle
Rhian Cahill
Anne Rainey
Jody Wallace
Lissa Matthews
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Alison Kent
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Leah Braemel
Shelli Stevens
Shiloh Walker
TJ Michaels
Zoë Archer

I’m taking part in the Massive Book Giveaway along with a whole list of other great authors. There’s books and gift certificates up for grabs. Head on over to our host, The Romance Studio, to enter - http://www.theromancestudio.com/extra_drawing.php

Rhian

I entered all names in a hat and had The Kid pull one out and the winner is…….

Stacie D

Congrats Stacie. I’ll be emailing you about your prize. And thanks to everyone for entering.

Rhian

Six sentences for your Sunday.

Grant’s hand moved to her lower back and with a gentle push, he helped guide Miki to her feet. Her legs were like jelly, wobbling and threatening to give way, but she didn’t get a real chance to test them before Dayne bent his shoulder to her stomach and lifted her off her feet.
“Hey!”
He patted her arse. “Relax. Let us do all the work.”

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Friends is this weeks theme. I love exploring friendships between my characters, it often gives me an insight into my hero or heroine that I don’t get just by being in their head. Friendships come in all shapes and sizes, and some of them are really close to home. Friendship between siblings is my favorite relationship to explore. Probably why I end up writing so many series.

Claire Jones never dreamed the fantasies she’d been having about the young guy next door would ever become reality but after a push from her best friend and one encounter involving dirty laundry she’s getting more reality than one woman should be allowed. But with reality comes emotion and Claire finds herself falling deeper and deeper under Ryan’s spell.
Ryan Doherty wants in Claire’s pants but he soon discovers hot sex isn’t all he’s after. She makes him happy in a way nothing and no one else ever has and if he has to use their amazing chemistry to stay in her life he will. Because having more of Claire isn’t an option. It’s the only choice.
Can Ryan and Claire bridge the age gap to find the love of a life time or will what others think destroy the best thing either of them has ever found?

Snippet:

Numerous times during the day Ryan pulled his phone from his pocket to check he hadn’t missed a call. Of course he hadn’t and certainly not from the one person he wanted to hear from. He couldn’t believe how much of a schmuck he was being. Claire didn’t even have his number. Mentally rolling his eyes at himself, Ryan picked up his hard hat and jammed it on his head. He left the portable office and walked over to where Brett was checking some wiring that had been completed that morning.
“Everything in order?”
“Yeah, that new contractor seems to be working out just fine,” Brett said as he stood.
“We lucked out there I think. What’s on for the rest of today?” Ryan glanced around the work site. Their men were busy doing their jobs, and the building was finally taking shape.
“Council will be here at three to inspect the wiring. Plumber isn’t due back until morning, so if things go quick with the inspection, we could knock off early. Give the guys a bonus for all their long hours.”
“Sounds good. We’ve already pulled overtime on this job, and there’ll probably be more before we’re done. Are we back on schedule?”
“Yep. One of us can move on to the next project by the end of next week. You want me to stay on this one?” Brett asked.
“Whatever. It makes no difference to me.”
“Okay, I’ll start the shop refit while you finish up here.”
“How many of the men will you take with you?”
“Just one. I plan on doing most of the demolition myself.” Brett grinned.
Ryan had to smile. They might both enjoy building things from the ground up, but there was definitely some satisfaction in clearing out the old to make way for the new.
“So you gonna tell me who’s got you all starry-eyed and picking up your phone every three seconds?”
Ryan whipped his head back around to stare at his brother.
“Close your mouth, Ryan. You’ll catch flies. So did you finally get into the pants of the woman next door?”
He felt his face heat and knew he was blushing. Something he hadn’t done since he was a pre-pubescent schoolboy. Ryan turned away, for once in his life he didn’t want to brag about his sex life. Not even to his brother.
“Wow. You aren’t gonna spill the beans?”
Turning back to Brett, he tried to smile and make the whole thing seem like no big deal even if he felt it was. “Not yet. Didn’t get very far, but it looks promising,” he lied.
“I bet she’s hot in the sack.”
Ryan ground his teeth together and clenched his fists. He would not punch his brother in the face for his crude observation, even if it was true. Claire was hot in bed—and in the kitchen—but Brett would never hear that from Ryan’s lips, and he certainly wouldn’t be finding out on his own.
“Knock it off. There’s nothing to tell, and you shouldn’t talk about Claire like that.”
“Well, well, well. Has little brother gone and fallen for the woman next door?”
“Don’t be stupid, Brett.” Ryan took a step closer to his brother.
Brett held his hands up. “Wow, calm down. I’m just mucking around.”
Ryan relaxed, his fists unclenching. “Sorry, guess I’m a little tired from all the extra hours we’ve put in with the delay in construction.”
“No worries, Ryan. I know how crabby you get when you aren’t getting any.” Brett grinned and ducked as Ryan threw a punch at him. “Still not quick enough to get me, little brother.”
Ryan’s stomach shook with the laughter he tried not to let out. His brother always seemed to defuse any fight they had. They’d never really come to serious blows in their entire lives, and at twenty-nine and thirty-five it didn’t look like they ever would.
“Nah, just didn’t want to put the old man in the hospital.” Ryan grinned, the old, well-used banter between them settling his agitated nerves.
Brett’s laughter drew the attention of some of the men, and he slung an arm around Ryan’s shoulders, pulled him in close, and bumped his hat off to ruffle his hair. “You young whippersnapper, you.”
Ryan pulled free of Brett’s grip and gave him a shove before stooping to pick up his headgear. “Knock it off. You’re just jealous I can still pull women while they’re all passing you by in favor of us younger more strapping blokes.” Ryan puffed his chest out and flexed his arms.
Doubled over with laughter, Brett couldn’t answer him. Ryan smiled and turned to go back to the office. Before he could stop himself, he pulled his phone from his pocket and checked the display.
“Just ring her, you douche bag,” Brett called out from behind him.
Groaning, Ryan climbed the stairs to the office and entered the relative privacy of the small metal box. Throwing his butt into his chair, he began scrolling through his address book to find the number he’d looked up earlier today. He hit call and brought the device to his ear just as the line connected and began to ring.

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You can find out more information about All Of You HERE.

Don’t forget to do the rounds of all the authors offering snippets today:

Megan Hart — Read in bed!
Eliza Gayle
Rhian Cahill
Anne Rainey
Jody Wallace
Lissa Matthews
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Myla Jackson
Taige Crenshaw
Alison Kent
Delilah Devlin
HelenKay Dimon
Leah Braemel
Shelli Stevens
Shiloh Walker
TJ Michaels
Zoë Archer
Lacey Savage

Of course you do. lol Head over to the Romance Writers of Australia blog for A Day in the Writing Life of….ME!

http://romanceaustralia.wordpress.com/2012/01/20/a-day-in-the-writing-life-of-rhian-cahill/

I want to say a big thank you to all my reader and writer friends who helped me shout out Truth or Dare’s release. It was my tenth ebook release and I’m thrilled to have finally hit that mark. Of course I already have releases eleven and twelve signed so I’m on my way to the next ten.

I can’t thank everyone enough for making yesterday so special but I have to send a huge THANK YOU to Lexxie Couper. Without Lexx the Party Games series wouldn’t be as great as it is and I wouldn’t have had anywhere near as much fun writing these books if I’d done them on my own. We’re putting the final touches on the last two books and it’s a little sad to say goodbye to all the great character. So sad that we’ve talked about more books but as we’re both tied up in other projects at the moment they’ll have to wait.

So what’s the contest? Simple, leave a comment here on the blog telling me what your all time favorite series is and you’re name will go in the hat to win your choice of one download of any of my backlist. Also, if you follow me on Twitter or like my Facebook page you’ll get an extra entry for each. I’ll leave the contest open for three days.

Now I can’t leave you without giving you another peek at Truth or Dare

Daring to tell the truth will change the rules of this game forever.

Party Games, Book 2

When her friend deserts her at an exclusive Sydney house party, Miki Drummond retreats to a corner to observe the insanity. Watching life go by is something she does well, especially after the hell her marriage put her through.

She never dreamed she’d reconnect with not one but two blasts from her high school past. And she never expected their heated gazes to bring her body so easily back to life.

Grant Rogers and Dayne Pierce never forgot Miki. Ever. Past experience tells them to tread slowly and carefully, but that plan flies out the window when they’re all dragged into a game of Truth or Dare. Something’s up, because Miki repeatedly chooses to take a shot rather than reveal her obvious pain. Time after time.

Waking up hungover in a strange bedroom, Miki is caught in an electrically charged moment with two men who offer her unimaginable pleasure, who seem determined to keep her suspended in sweet torment—permanently.

One night of pure fantasy is all Miki dares to take, but come morning the hard truth is that walking away isn’t an option.

Product Warnings: The author cannot be held responsible for any truth you may tell or dare you make take after reading this story. And if you find yourself sandwiched between two hunky men…take the dare.

Excerpt:

Copyright © 2012 Rhian Cahill

All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

Miki rolled over with a groan, her whole body throbbed like a rock band at Big Day Out. Her mouth was dry and her tongue and lips felt swollen. Her eyes refused to open, the heavy weight of her lids too much for her tired muscles to lift. Every part of her ached like she’d been run over by the nine-fifteen train. Lying perfectly still, she tried to focus on where she was and recall what the hell she’d done the night before that might warrant such agony this morning, but the last thing Miki remembered was sitting down with Dayne and Grant—

Air rushed into her lungs on a harsh gasp.

She hadn’t?

The muffled snore that came from Miki’s left made her flinch. She didn’t move, didn’t breathe. Squeezing her eyes tight on the memories now flooding her mind, she hoped it was all a drunken dream and dared to wish it wasn’t. A snore tore through the room on her right and Mikaila cringed. One eye popped open and she turned her head first left, then right, a quick glance on either side before squeezing both eyes closed so tight she could feel the sting of tears.

Oh my God, she had.

Her heart raced and she struggled to draw in a breath. Heat crawled up her face, no doubt the accompanying red tinge with it. Could she be any more mortified? Miki tried to calm herself. Both her bed buddies were sleeping soundly if their snoring was anything to go by, so all she had to do was slip out from between them, grab her clothes and make a run for it. Easier said than done when she had no idea where her clothes had ended up. She swallowed over the lump in her throat, and as slow as possible so as not to shake the bed, she inched her way down the mattress.

The blankets had long since been pushed from the bed so nothing obstructed her progress until she got about halfway. Dizziness stopped her. Miki gasped for air. She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath. It was the second gust of oxygen to her lungs that threatened to bring her undone. Breathing through her nose coated her nostrils with the scent of hot male flesh and sex. Her insides clenched and moisture pooled in her pussy, seeped out to cover her folds. She licked her lips, the taste of them still on her tongue. Memories of what they’d done were fresh in her mind and sent lust licking through her veins.

Her pulse sped up with renewed arousal. How she could possibly be horny after all they’d done was beyond her, but that was the least of her worries. She needed to get out of here. Away from the enticing scent of Dayne and Grant before she did something stupid like crawl back up the bed and wake them. Wriggling until her arse hit the edge of the mattress and her feet touched the floor, Miki paused, waited to see if her movements had woken either man. When neither stirred, she pushed herself upright and looked around for her clothes.

Her underwear lay about five feet away but there was no sign of her bra or dress. Miki picked up a blanket from the mess of bedclothes on the floor and wrapped it around her shoulders. She tip-toed to her undies and scooped them up. Balling them in her hand, she surveyed the room once more before remembering they’d removed her dress in the other room. Deciding to go without her bra, she padded her way to the door and slipped out into the hall. She quickened her pace as she headed for the movie room. Once inside, she dropped the blanket and pulled on her dress and panties.

It wasn’t until she reached the front door that Miki realised she had no shoes and Frankie had her house key and money. Backtracking to look for a phone, she tried not to make any noise. The last thing she wanted was to get caught sneaking out of the house like a thief. Spying a phone on the kitchen wall, she raced over, lifted the receiver and dialled Frankie’s home number.

“Come on, come on. Pick up, Frankie.”

After the tenth ring, Mikaila gave up and tried Frankie’s cell. Again there was no answer, and when voice mail kicked in Miki hung up. What the hell would she say? Come get me, I’m at Dayne and Grant’s place ’cause I spent the morning having the best sex of my life with two men I’ve secretly lusted after since high school? Frankie would probably whoop for joy and pat her on the back. Miki closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against the wall, the last twelve hours replaying in her mind. Taking deep breaths, she struggled to understand what she’d done and why she thought sneaking out this morning was such a good idea.

She’d never dreamed being with them would be so good. All her fantasies paled into nothing when compared to the real thing. There’d been no awkwardness either, their love making, no, the sex had been natural, as if the three of them had done it a million times before. And the orgasms had blown every other climax she’d ever had out of the water too. Everything about their night together was perfect, so why was she running this morning?

Both Grant and Dayne had told her they wanted more than one night, but she didn’t know what that entailed or if she wanted to know. The thought of not seeing them again had her chest tightening and her stomach cramping, but could they turn fantasy into reality? She’d never run from anything in the past, never been a quitter. Her long drawn-out marriage was proof of that. If last night had been a mistake then she’d face it and move on. And if not, she’d deal with the hurdles that came her way, but there was no way she would be a coward and run.

Mikaila pushed off the wall and turned in the direction of the hall. It was time to tell some truths and possibly take the biggest dare of her life.

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Rhian

It’s always hard to come back after holidays but with Christmas and our annual holiday being back to back it feels like I’ve been away for months not weeks! I’ve been wading through my emails and I think I’ve got it under control but don’t quote me. There’s been lots going on behind the scenes here, both on a personal and work front. I’m behind on so much and will be doing the best I can to get back up to speed by the end of the week. Of course there’s the long awaited release of Truth or Dare this week to shout about plus some really great news in the form of reviews, interviews and nominations. I think I’ll do the reviews first.

Miranda over at Joyfully Reviewed has written a great review for Coyote Whispers. You can check out the full review HERE but here’s a little piece I liked -

“I just loved Rhian Cahill’s spectacular action sequences! I felt like I was right in the middle of it all!”

Thanks Miranda!

Two reviews have come in for Truth or Dare and the book isn’t even out yet! I’m so thrilled Miki, Dayne and Grant have received such great comments so far.

DiDi over at Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews gave Truth or Dare  five stars. You can read the full review HERE and of course I’m going to share a snippet with you

“I was impressed by the fact that Ms. Cahill brought up something in this book that I have not seen in many menage books…..The fact that she wrote about Dayne feeling Grant’s hand touch his genitals, the guys touching each other during sex, not really intentional, but just in the throes of passion or in cuddling around Mikki and their thoughts about it, makes the intimate scenes believable……SO MAJOR PROPS to Ms. Cahill for writing about it.”

Thank you DiDi!

Over at Long and Short Reviews – Erotic Romance, Foxglove gave Truth or Dare four starts and had lots of great things to say about the book. Read the full review HERE but this is the bit I really liked -

“This is for all those readers who like their romance in threes, and spicy hot. One warning, though, you’ll need the tissues and the ice in equal measure.”

Thank you Foxglove!

I’m a featured author over at The Romance Studio this month. You can check out the interview HERE!

Now for the big *squee* moment. I’ve been nominated twice for the Australian Romance Readers Awards again this year! Last year was for two books in the same category, this year I’m up in two different categories. All Of You is nominated in the Favorite Erotic Romance category and Coyote Hunger has been nominated in the Favorite Continuing Romance Series category. I’m so thrilled by both of these nominations and I’m especially looking forward to the awards dinner in February. You can see all the nominations HERE and if you’re a member of ARRA don’t forget to vote.

My head is still spinning from all the wonderful news I’ve gotten since Christmas. It’s been a brilliant start to 2012.

Rhian