Jewels of Desire – Duo #1
By Erica Lucke Dean & Elise Delacroix
Genre: Erotic Romance
Passion hotter than stolen diamonds Lucy Matthews can’t believe her crazy luck. While she’s on a date with Mr. Wrong, her evening tilts from merely unfortunate to downright surreal when his attempt to sneak them into a club lands them in the middle of a diamond heist.
When gorgeous Max Callaghan discovers a hot and disheveled Lucy clutching his bag of diamonds at the crime scene, he brands her with a fiery kiss. His gang wants her dead, so Max rescues her by claiming her as his girlfriend. Lucy soon realizes with sudden, pulse-pounding clarity that she needs Max for another reason entirely, but their passionate ruse might not survive the intense pressure of a high-stakes mob war.
Romancing the ruby…
Red Callaghan climbs into bed after a wild night of clubbing… and wakes up with a gun to her head. Fortunately, she knows more about weapons than her would-be kidnapper, and she manages to disarm him then turn the tables by seducing him.
When shy chemist Will gets roped into settling his father’s gambling debt, he thinks the ruby he’s tasked to steal is a precious stone. He soon finds out it’s actually the daughter of a rival crime lord.
After striking a compromise, Red and Will collide in one explosive sexual encounter after another while executing their plan to teach both sides a lesson.
Elise Delacroix married her high school sweetheart and moved to a remote hideaway far enough from civilization that she was forced to create her own entertainment. When playing charades got old, she came up with a plan to write erotic romance in order to keep life exciting. She may spend most of her days lounging in a pair of red flannel pajamas, but her characters wouldn’t be caught dead in anything less than satin and lace.
While Elise also writes in other genres using a pen name, it’s her collaborations with Erica Lucke Dean where she lets her naughty side come out to play. And oh, what a naughty side she has.
Erica Lucke Dean
After walking away from her career as a business banker to pursue writing full-time,
Erica Lucke Dean moved from the hustle and bustle of the big city to a small tourist town in the North Georgia Mountains, where she lives in a 90-year-old haunted farmhouse with her workaholic husband, her 180 lb lap dog, and at least one ghost.
When she’s not writing or tending to her collection of crazy chickens and diabolical ducks, she’s either reading bad fan fiction or singing karaoke in the local pub. Much like the main character in her first book, To Katie With Love, Erica is a magnet for disaster and has been known to trip on air while walking across flat surfaces.
How she’s managed to survive this long is one of life’s great mysteries.
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Sex and the married writer
By Erica Lucke Dean
There, I said it. Sex. Sex. Sex. Shall I spell it out for you? S-E-X.
To say I have sex on the brain tonight would be an understatement, but sadly…the brain is the only place I’m having it.
Maybe I should explain…
Basically, I’m at it again. No, sadly, not sex. I’m writing. Specifically, sex scenes. And can I just say, this is a bit more exciting than I remembered from the last time I wrote sex into a book. After all, writing about sex is infinitely less sexy than actually having sex. But maybe I’m just having a bit more fun with it this time. Or rather, my characters are having a lot of fun with it. As for me, I’m wearing sweat pants and no deodorant. I mean, not on purpose. I ran out. I’ll get more, I promise. But in the meantime, I’m struggling for different ways to say things without sounding like I’m writing about one of my roosters again. And it’s not because I’m afraid of those words. Honest, I’m not. Ok, maybe I am. Although, I have no idea why. Well, they do make me giggle a little…and cringe a lot.
It could have something to do with the look on my husband’s face when I read the chapter I’d just finished. Did I mention I read it out loud? His mouth actually dropped open and he just stared at me with this horrified expression on his face. And then he stammered out, “You can’t…I mean…you can’t write this…what if kids read it? What if OUR kids read this?” To which I reminded him, “I’m not writing books for kids. Besides, our adult children already know what I write.” And they do. They just shake their heads and pretend to be clueless.
Then the really embarrassing part happened. My husband actually asked if I’d ever done any of those things I’d written. Because, hey, I put some crazy stuff in there. Things I wouldn’t admit to if I had done them. And just for the record, if it made you shudder with revulsion then nope, I’ve never done that. Never.
But I think I might be jealous of my own fictional characters.