Cherrie Lynn

Archive for January, 2010

Wednesday, January 20th, 2010
Demons and Angels and Rock Stars, Oh My!

Happy news! I’ve just contracted Sweet Disgrace with Samhain Publishing. I don’t have a release date yet, but we’re aiming for October/November. Something else I don’t have is an official blurb, but I can offer this dead-on description courtesy of fellow Romance Diva Inez Kelley, who was kind enough to give me a beta read:

Hell’s bad boy and Heaven’s beauty have been battling for eons over souls and fighting a fiery mutual attraction. Now Damael offers Celeste a devil of a bargaining chip, her body in exchange for a human’s precious soul.

How can Celeste resist the temptation to sample rapture in a demon’s arms?

Damael is willing to risk all the powers of hell for one taste of heaven.

God have pity on them if they get caught.

Isn’t that great? *g* If you’d like to read a juicy excerpt, check out my November EM post here.

This story…oh, it’s been a tough one. I started writing it early last year. I felt strongly about it, loved the concept and really wanted to see it through, but it just wasn’t working for me at the time. Then Brian and Candace from Rock Me took over, and for a few months I focused on getting them their much-deserved HEA.

When Samhain put out a call for demon/angel stories, I knew it was time to pick up Disgrace again. But it still wasn’t working. So I scrapped it and started over from scratch with a few changes, and that made all the difference. It was still slow going, but I felt better about it. I didn’t make the deadline for the anthology, but that’s okay (obviously). I ended up with what I think is a really fun, sexy story and I couldn’t be happier with how it all turned out. We still have a long wait ahead, but I hope when fall rolls around–and you know it’ll probably be here before we know it–you’ll check it out.

ETA: We have a release date of 10/12/10. Yay!

Monday, January 18th, 2010
Happy Birthday, Mr. Davis

Well, he wished me happy birthday on Korn’s Modblast chat last year (WHY did I not get a screenshot? Because I was too busy hyperventilating, that’s why), so I feel I would be remiss in neglecting to wish Jonathan Davis of Korn a very happy 39th birthday today.

Although I’m sure he’ll never see this, and even if he did, he wouldn’t nearly pass out in starstruck bliss–if only!–I still felt the need to gush. He’s my idol, my muse, my favorite voice of all time. So few vocalists can sing like an angel one minute and roar like a demon the next. Even fewer can rip my heart to pieces and put it back together again all within the course of one song. I’m listening to him at this very moment, in fact, and basking in his sheer awesomeness.

I’ve been lucky enough to meet him twice, and while I couldn’t do much but gape either time, the collective thirty seconds of my life I’ve spent standing in his presence are thirty seconds I will never, ever forget. I hope I get to add a few more to them once Korn’s U.S. tour begins this year. (Yes, I’m a stalker, but I’m the fun kind. Promise.) ;)

So, Happy Birthday, Mr. Davis, and I hope it finds you happy, healthy… and of course, unrelentingly naughty!

Monday, January 18th, 2010
January Excerpt Monday: Unleashed

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Since I’m celebrating the release of Unleashed in print on February 2nd, here’s a never-before-released excerpt…and this one’s on the steamy side. Enjoy!

Evan watched Kelsey giggle as she tried in vain to get control of her neck muscles. A sense of dread was fast overtaking his thoughts. “Are you okay?” he asked after a moment, and the question shocked her eyes fully open.

“Sure am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because I realize now that pitcher of ’ritas I made is just about empty.”

“Ohhhh…’m sorry, didja want more? Is my head moving?”

Yep. Blitzed. She’d probably be puking in no time. “No and yes. Kelsey, how long has it been since you had anything to drink?”

She giggled again. She was doing a lot of that. Her eyes closed. “Dunno. Can’t remember. Long time.”

“Looks like you can’t hold your liquor, honey.”

Her brows drew together, her lips forming a perfect pout. She cracked open one eye to peer up at him. “I can too lick my holder.”

Evan burst into laughter and pulled her against him. She was damn near dead weight. Party’s over. “I bet you can. Come on, up we go.” When he stood, she flopped over on the couch without him there to support her. He slid one arm under her back and his other behind her knees. She grumbled incoherently when he lifted her… Christ, she was featherlight in his arms. He was glad he’d shoveled food down her all night. Now if she could just hang on to it. He should have noticed the gradual depletion of the pitcher of margaritas.

One small lamp in a far corner was the only illumination in his bedroom as he carried her inside cradled in his arms. The clock on his nightstand told him in glowing red that it was a quarter till three. Kelsey snuggled into his chest, and he tried to ignore the smoothness of her bare legs across his forearm. Like warm, tantalizing silk. He sat her on his bed, supporting her weight as he pulled back the comforter. Still, she managed to escape his grip and began to topple backward.

“Whoa,” he laughed, reaching for her as her eyes popped open and she grabbed for him before she could land. “I got you.”

“Evan…” she murmured, wrapping her soft arms around his neck. Their position had her lips near his ear. She’d lost her headband somewhere. He could smell the strawberry of her shampoo, feel the tickle of her sluggish breath stirring his hair. “Evan.”

“Kelsey. Move over here, lie down.”

She pulled back slightly, her bleary eyes trying to focus on his. The weight of her head still seemed too much for her neck to support and her hair flowed over his arm. “Evan, I always liked you.”

“I always liked you, too, honey.” The way she kept saying his name in that intoxicated purr, savoring the v between her teeth and her bottom lip, was unnerving. Unnerving, hell. It had his dick twitching in his pants. “Come on, girl, you need to sleep it off.”

“I mean I like liked you.”

Shit. Most people who uttered careless words while drunk tended to blame it on the alcohol later. He’d always found it to be the time when the truth came out. Danger signals were going off in his brain. “You’re drunk. Sleep.”

Though she was most likely oblivious to his commands, he didn’t like how desperate his voice was starting to sound to his own ears.

“No I’m not.” Her silly lopsided grin belied her words as she finally obeyed his coaxing and crawled to the spot he’d cleared. He pulled the covers up for her as she settled against the pillow and peered up at him. The heat in her eyes as she did so damn near destroyed him. “I don’ wanna sleep.” She kicked, flinging the covers off just as he got them arranged. “Don’ need all that, I’m hot. I’m too hot.”

Was she ever. He raked a hand through his hair. For such a little thing, her legs seemed to go on forever, long and sleek. He could only imagine the silken glide her inner thighs would be against his fingertips. Her shirt had ridden up to bare her flat midriff, where her belly ring winked at him in the dim lighting—damn, that was sexy, and so out of place on her. Her breasts strained against the tight little shirt, and the friction had her nipples peaking beneath the fabric.

Her hands caught his face, surprising him. He should have moved away from her long ago, before she could get her hands on him. As it was, he felt like a fly caught in the sticky gossamer of a spider’s den. “Always wanted to fuck you, y’know that? Even when I was a virgin.”

He drew in a breath, exhaled it shakily. So much for prudish.

Note to self: Kelsey now gets unbelievably horny when drunk.

She licked her lips, staring into his eyes with surprising clarity for someone who had nearly passed out moments ago. The glint of moisture her tongue left behind was mesmerizing. He wanted to taste it. The heat of her palms sank into his flesh. She was burning up. Her legs were haphazardly parted, still tangled in the covers, and he could scent her arousal, musky and sweet.

“It’s not going to happen, Kelsey.” His voice probably sounded as firm as a little girl’s, but he gave it his best shot. All his strength had drained to his dick. It pushed against his zipper until he thought it might burst through if he didn’t release it soon. “You’ve had too much to drink.”

That pout resurfaced, but he was astounded at the pain that leaked into her gray eyes. It was…real, and raw, not some byproduct of an inebriated mind.

“You don’ want me. Why’d you never want me?” She was rubbing her thighs together now, the action only causing her scent to waft stronger into his nostrils. Like witchcraft, it drew him toward her, made the mental filmstrip of tearing her shorts off and sinking into her tight wet heat play over and over again in his head…until it obliterated all else: morals, rationale, sanity. And he had never wanted her. Right.

God, she would feel so good closing in around him. He’d deprived himself for too long. She took one of his hands and laid it flat on her belly, then pushed it down toward the place she needed it. Her stomach muscles pulled taut beneath his reluctant touch, and that skin was hot and satiny. She leaned upward, parting her lush pink lips in wanton invitation.


It was one thing for two people to get hammered and go at each other. It was quite another when one of them had full control of his faculties and the other had none. Criminal even, and he could never take advantage of her like that. But he’d never been quite so tempted, he had to give her that much.

He pulled his hand away from hers and went to stand. She emitted some incoherent whimper that ripped at his heart, completely decimating it when the sound formed into words. “Don’t leave…don’t leave me like this…please…”

No other hetero male on the planet could have endured the sight of her all disheveled in his bed, writhing and senseless and begging him to fuck her, without falling on her like a rutting animal. He should be declared saint of all the world to have lasted this long. If he hadn’t known her for all these years, he couldn’t have stopped himself.

Beads of sweat had formed on her forehead; one trickled back into her hair. The skin above her neckline glistened in the soft lighting. She was in flames, and he’d hardly put a hand on her.

“Don’t do this to me, Kel.”

“Please,” she whispered again, gazing up at him, utterly smashed but still capable of all the determined longing that came along with such a state. She wouldn’t let herself pass out until she got it. “Do something. Touch me. God, I need it…”

The husky plea pushed him past his breaking point. She sounded like a different woman. He couldn’t give her everything she wanted, but if he could satisfy her without losing his mind, maybe she would pass out.

“Take off your shorts,” he whispered, knowing with brutal certainty that he was going to hell. The only consolation was the hope that she wouldn’t remember anything in the morning. He knew her, and she would be mortified. But if she did remember…well, they would deal with it. “I’ll make it better.”


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