Passion in Paris – an extract from the romance novel ‘Combat’

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A clip from my action adventure romance novel, ‘Combat‘.

Setting the scene:

Anna is an Interpol Detective. Freddie is a boxer, gearing up for a world title fight.  They meet, by chance in a shared London cab during a downpour. There’s an undeniable spark and they hook up for a drink. Their relationship begins.  But Anna hasn’t told him the truth about her life, she’s enjoying a flirtation with a stranger, without the stigma of being a cop.  Then, by coincidence, with his forthcoming bout, Freddie is revealed as a possible key to a major investigation into mafia match-fixing. Anna’s bosses encourage her to go undercover and use her relationship with Freddie to find out what’s going on. She’s already fallen for him and hardly needs any encouragement. Can she do her duty and still keep control of her feelings?

Freddie has been doing some business deals in Paris and has invited Anna to join him there. Since Anna has been ordered to stay close and ‘get to know him better’, how could she possibly refuse?

Taken from Chapter 11.

Location: Paris, France, Boulevard St Michel.

“They took the elevator to his fifth-floor penthouse. As the heavy paneled door opened she saw into a huge lounge, one wall of which was filled with leather-bound books. An enormous French window opened out onto a balcony looking out over the rooftops of Paris to the Seine. Freddie faded up the mellow wall lights allowing her to see the sumptuous blue carpet and what looked like an original Renoir hanging over an ornate Louis XV fireplace. Antique chairs, clocks and ornaments were tastefully displayed around the room. A large gilt-framed mirror reflected a magnificent chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

“It’s so, so lovely,” she sighed as he closed the door behind her with a heavy, quality laden click.

She turned to him as he came to her, feeling his strong arms possess and caress her. Her knees physically buckled. She kissed him deeply, her tongue searching shamelessly for his. As he responded she could feel him hardening against her belly. She curled her leg behind his and pressed her longing secret lips against his tight rippled thigh.

He eased his head back and looked at her.

“You are so beautiful Anna – I can’t believe this cruel world has allowed me to find you.”

She lay her head on the contoured bulge of his pecs as he stroked her hair.

“Champagne?” he asked, “this is Paris and it is from my own vineyard… you can’t say no.”

“I’d love it – but can I get out of these old London and airplane clothes?”

He let her go and she dived into the en suite power shower. She was pleased to see that all the materials were absolutely male. The water revived and enlivened her as it cascaded onto her aroused breasts. She reached down, only too aware of the pleasure of her own touch. She stepped out, spotting a white silk dressing gown on the heated towel rail. She put it on, immediately jolted by his scent and presence. Across the back spread the logo ‘Lonsdale’ and the words ‘Le Professeur – Champion du Monde’. She wrapped it around her, thrilling to its aromatic attraction. She pulled up the hood and breathed in his pure clean yet animal scent. Tying it, she walked back into the lounge, making her own show of jabbing and punching like a boxer getting in to the ring.

Freddie was standing at the window. He saw her reflection and turned to her with a broad adoring smile.

“Wow – you look fantastic,” he said, smiling and handing her a crystal fluted glass of champagne from the table.

“I love this gown – it smells of you.”

“Yeah – sweat blood and tears my love… I wore it at my last fight – you keep it, I could never make it look so good.”

“Then you’ve lost it baby,” she squealed, “I’ll never give it back.”

“Perhaps I’ll have to keep you on,” he said with a soft smile, “here’s to everything that lies ahead”.

They touched glasses and drank.

“God! That’s good!” she said.

“Vintage Chateau La Salle – just for the boss and his lady,” he smiled.

The delicious anticipation of his touch sent seismic thrilling waves through her body. She stood by his side at the window, fighting to maintain a veneer of sophistication. She finished her drink and he stepped back to the bottle and poured them both another. She drank quickly – too quickly – she knew, feeling a glow as her inhibitions burned away like mist in the morning sun. He had come to stand behind her. She felt him rock hard and urgent against her lower back. A jolt of pleasure rocked her as his lips and the teasing lick of his tongue found her neck and his teeth nibbled at her skin. One hand cupped her breast and gently brushed her nipple. She groaned and leaned back against him as his other hand ran down across her belly into the furrow of her moist core. Slowly he began to massage her inner lips against her firm little button, circling lightly yet more and more urgently. Still he licked her neck in the same rhythm, as his other hand matched the pulse of her passion and he gently stroked her nipple. The three pulses of lust began to overwhelm her and at first she tried to hold back as she felt her orgasm building and piling like thunder clouds against a pure blue sky on a summer’s day.

“Freddie – what are you doing to me – I can’t hold back.”

“Let go my angel,” he whispered huskily, “be a woman for me – be my woman, ma belle.”

Spasms of joy rushed through her as she let go, sensing his need for her to abandon herself totally to him. Beyond her, the Parisian night blended into her consciousness and her surrender to pleasure. He held her as she tilted up her lips to his and kissed him in shudders of ecstasy.

“My sweet baby, my sweet soft baby,” he murmured as she grunted out his name in a blur of love and animal passion.

As she subsided for a moment she turned to face him, kissing him deeply. His desire for her was by now all consuming and he felt a desperation for his own release. A trace of her woman scent gripped his senses. He lifted her in his steel arms as if she had no weight, finding her lips with his. She felt herself carried to a huge antique four-poster bed. He gasped at her beauty. Her black hair spread carelessly on the cream satin pillow. He feasted his eyes on the supple softness of her body, quickly removing his clothes and lying alongside her, moving his mouth to her breast and his hand to her gorgeous wet soft valley. The feel of her thrilled him as she opened herself to his touch.

She reached out to him. He was hard and massive and twitched as her hand slowly drew him back to reveal his longing flesh. He groaned but fought to hold back. He wanted to plunge into her haven of warm giving love – for his love for her to unite with her body. His finger slipped gently into her as he turned to move above her. She still held him as he found her entrance and felt the parting of her delicious flooding lips. At last he slid into her, pushing to the limit of her soft depths.

She sighed as his power, length and thickness filled and possessed her. He nudged at the roof of her being somewhere deep in her spirit. Some beast had been released from captivity as his movements touched switches of pleasure and lust. She gripped his buttocks, thrilling at their relentless steel tension. She began to buck upwards in ecstasy as waves of uncontrolled shudders swept through her. She let out some animal sound as she saw his broad shoulders above her and gasped in the scent of his male body musk.

He felt the pulsating grip of her joy beneath him as he moved slowly inside her soft soaking body. The awareness of his power over her pumped him harder and harder as he began to climb towards the top of an irresistible slope.

She sensed his growing need and the tension excited her beyond control. As he pressed his lips to her neck groaning “mon amour – mon amour,” she trembled against him as surges of orgasm seemed to drench her into senselessness.

And now he had reached the summit of his climb. He bit tenderly at her neck tasting her flesh and her sweat. He began to let himself go, feeling the longing sweet agony of need to release. He was gripping her and filling her and she was holding him, pulling him in deeply, pulling in the male of him to her sweet female love flower.

She felt the ecstatic squeezing and pumping of his muscles inside and outside of her as his seed flowed and jetted into her hot molten core, mixing with her own pulsing jolts of their shared climax. He heard her helpless cry as he groaned her name and gave up control to the power of love and the passion of beasts.

She felt his weight as he subsided onto her breasts. Still he was inside her with the last aftershocks of his release still shuddering through him, as if he were a great tree crashed across her as the storm finally passed. Their bodies were damp with sweat and lust. Their scent and fluids mixed into mellowness in the pale thin light of the room. He was the first to speak.

“Anna – my love – there is no other woman like you – I just lose myself in you.”

He lay on his back and she turned on her side placing her leg between his.

“You are my man, Freddie. I’m out of control too with all this but I can’t stop,” she said seriously.

“I never want you to stop… but maybe one day you will wake up and see that you don’t know me…”

“I know enough – no one can ever know everything,” she said calmly.

She rested her head on his chest as he stroked her hair. Idly she ran her hand over the ridged iron six pack of his stomach muscles. He was beautiful – more beautiful than anything she could ever have imagined. His olive skin was like silk and smelled of male mixed with summer sun and sex.

With an athletic swivel he lay her over on her side and spooned into her back, whispering butterfly kisses onto her shoulders.

“You are my baby for ever – my angel,” he murmured as they drifted into warm cuddled sleep. ”

END OF EXCERPT.

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VIDEO TEASER FOR COMBAT

Anna’s time in Paris with Freddie was a pivotal point in their relationship. Many readers have also enjoyed these ‘Parisian moments’ in Combat   and highlighted them on their Kindles. I love Paris – it’s my favorite city in the world,  so I used these highlighted phrases  to create a video monologue – as if Anna were reminiscing about their time in Paris.

The video was made when this book was called ‘Knockout!’. You’ll notice the old cover artwork at the end. Gurus advised us that the title and old cover didn’t work,  so we  re-marketed it as ‘Combat’.  I think romance readers like a bit of action and adventure and could cope quite well with the original book name….

I’d love to know what you think… which title do you think works best?

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London Calling the Passion Patrol

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Now, at last we can all let our hair down.

I’m talking with you guys who’ve just joined me on passion patrol. My girls are passionate, not always model sizes, not always angels and not always completely in control of their lusts or emotions. I know that’s like me and – just a little bit like you, maybe?

I’m a Londoner and a woman. Red buses, black taxis and gray soulful days are in my blood. I’ve never been a cop but two out of three isn’t bad. So why do I write about the inside track on women cops?

“Elementary my dear Watson,” as Sherlock Holmes used to say.

My own broad-shouldered hunk at home is an ex Scotland Yard cop, Interpol and Special Branch detective. My sexy pillow talk is about police procedure, international crime, high speed pursuit driving and firearms. He says I’d make a great interrogator.

If he could write the love for a man from a hot woman’s heart he’d be a romance writer. Luckily for me, he prefers cars, football and boxing. (Also his one finger typing speed is crap). All the same I can still warm him up when I run a quality control reading from a sexy clinch I’m working on. Maybe I shouldn’t tell you that but come on – I don’t have to bullshit you guys. The hot stuff in my books is straight from my own desire and fantasy. My greatest happiness is if I connect with my readers. This world has too many barriers, divisions, synthetic attitudes and hang-ups.

I mentioned Sherlock Holmes. Writing about London crime puts two names in my head. Sherlock and Scotland Yard, the HQ of the real Metropolitan Police.

baker street plaqueThe fictional Mr Holmes lived in rooms at 221B Baker Street – from where conducted his investigations as an independent sleuth.  He never worked as a police officer, however in the Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle stories, detectives at Scotland Yard would frequently call on him for assistance when they were at a loss with a difficult case.

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Two Passion Patrol cops outside the New Scotland Yard revolving sign.

In my first Passion Patrol novel, Interpol Inspector Anna Leyton steps out from the Scotland Yard building into Broadway, just off the city swirl of Victoria Street. The poetry of the London evening excites me just thinking of it.

One song plays in my heart and joins the two addresses. I was sixteen and that sax was so soulful sexy I used to cry for what I didn’t know of this world and play it over and over. Now I cry for what I do know but that sax thrill is a virgin every time.

 

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How To Get #Audible Discount on #Audiobooks Using Free E-Books

Long before there were books there were stories. Long before there were morose writers scribbling in lonely attics there were wonderful outgoing storytellers, drawing in a crowd and creating their illusions.

The popularity of audio books shows us the enduring power of that tradition. And now – I’ve had the chance to join in. Seduction of Combat has been transformed into an audio book by the fabulous actress, presenter and narrator Rebecca McKernan.  She’s a one off gorgeous lady – a kind of Mary Poppins in fishnet stockings, a Mona Lisa with a mojito cocktail. She gets through fourteen accents across Europe and the USA – including a guy who has two, depending on where he is.

NOW HEAR THIS. To celebrate the launch,  the e-book, Seduction of Combat is going free from 23rd to 27th April. So, ladies and gentlemen, roll up and get a free e-book which will entitle you to a discount on your audio book. Make sure you don’t miss out. Let London cop, Anna Leyton take you on a sexy ride of love and combat across London, Paris, the Mediterranean, Monterey California and New York City.

Remember, this little tip works on any book with an audio edition on Audible. Level of discount may vary. Go on – enjoy yourself. You deserve it.

 

London Romance at Christmas

London spice 1 Seduction of Santa is loaded into the sledge with Rudolph ready to zap a copy down your chimney. Yes, its December 1st with snow in the UK. At 99cents/99 pence it’s the greatest way to warm your heart and get into the Christmas spirit. I’ve put in some hot love, some heartbreak and sprinkled some glitter onto the hard streets of London town. Christmas is a magical time for many but the bare knuckle life of an inner city cop goes on. There is homelessness, hunger and loneliness. Metropolitan police constable Paula Middleton finds herself in a true life Dickensian tale. Tough guy Max Muswell at first stands in her way. There’s nothing more tempting  than a present of love wrapped up in danger. Dare she peep inside?Santa book

Seduction of Santa. Real London. Real Londoners. Real cop story. Real hot love. Real Christmas.

GRAB YOUR COPY IN PRINT OR DIGITAL HERE. http://smarturl.it/SedSanta

Tough Love at Christmas. Book Launch

Seduction Santa Review ad (1)Now here it is Merry Christmas, everybody’s having fun. Maybe in the USA this ever popular SLADE song is not quite so well known. In the UK it’s the equivalent of the summer cuckoo or the first blown leaf of Autumn. As the Halloween displays are packed away in Walmart, the Christmas songs hit the sound system.

This year I’ve gotten into the act myself. Seduction of Santa is my new Christmas story. It’s number six in my Seduction series. I’ve not made it too long because what woman has any time for herself at Christmas? It’s a story of cops, love and action set on and around the hard streets of London. It’s a spicy mix of crime, lust and loneliness. I also wanted it to take a serious look at some social issues so it’s not just froth and tinsel.

The heroine Paula  is a humble cop who also drives a community bus. If you can imagine these guys singing along to Boney M’s Mary’s Boy Child as they cross London Bridge to see the West End lights you’ve got the right stuff inside to love this story.

Seduction of Santa will sell at $2.99 but is on pre-order @99cents.

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Paula Middleton, a cop respected and loved by all but a woman alone with no one to love. When her heart encounters the tough and wild Max Muswell, she loses her head to a wanton passion. Together or apart they confront the same evil enemies. Will the conflict break them apart or unite them in love for Christmas?

http://smarturl.it/SeductionSanta

 

Britain’s got talons

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Just wait until I get these heels fitted to my chariot.(photo Independent)

Was Theresa May inspired to call a surprise election by President Erdogan of Turkey when he made his lunge for total power? Will France become a one party nationalist state led by a woman? Will Britain end up the same way? (We’re halfway there).

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Guys – it’s not a beauty show – but if you’ve got it…

Oh yes, and a woman takes over at Scotland Yard. It’s all been predicted and now it’s happening.

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Checkmate for a Yardbird

Love Bleeds Blue – the thinking woman’s guide to practical lust, sex and politics. Catch the wave before it breaks over your head. At least with a passionate book you’ll drown smiling.

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Emma Thinx:  There’s nothing pretty about Pollytics.

Ubuntu: You bet!

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Goddess of re-birth Freya. (Wikimedia)

Being an author I’m genetically perfected to accept setbacks, rejection and disappointment and that’s just making a trip to Walmart. Now and again something happens in life to restore my pre-birth default setting of optimism and belief.

Spending a lot of my life tapping at the screen I’ve gotten through a few digital partners. Male  hardware gets a bit shabby but holds up while the micro atoms of the soft porn operating system in their heads end up with  psychological viruses and abandoned by the gods who created them. I learned to live with a plain and simple old guy of 95.  He was  steady enough until they kicked away his walking cane. I left him for dead and took up with Vista. He gave me a wider outlook but one day he crashed. I moved on to Windows 10. He’s tricky, complex and suffers from the blues. I knew there was something going on – he was updating with a younger server somewhere. Behind my back he wiped out my connection and told me I no longer had a valid address. I ditched him. I’m not the kind of girl who can eat off a command prompt menu. If I’d wanted to log in as an administrator I’d have gotten a job at the town hall. The bodies piled up. If I could sell a few more books I could bite that forbidden fruit – an Apple.

Digitally speaking I’m a Ancient Geek. I believe in Zeus and oracles. A voice came to me and whispered “Linux” in my ear. For a while I thought it was a secret formula for Freemasons. The gods told me I could be the new goddess Freya of rebirth and immortality.  A Wagner fan like me had to listen. An Amazon woman delivered unto me the gift of life on a stick.  I dressed in my goddess overalls of white silk and opened the tomb. One by one I inserted the USB of life into the corpses of my deceased lovers. One by one they rose up. So far there’s no rivalry in my menage a quatre.

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Menage a trois – it’s getting crowded in here

I feel like a queen of the noble Ubuntu tribe, not knowing which  warrior to caress. I’m writing this is on an old Dell Optiplex GX520 who became incontinent about two years ago. (Far left with small Cyclops green eye). One night he staggered out for an XP and couldn’t get his program to respond.

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The secret of life revealed

I know, I know, all those hunky sexy tech types already knew about this stuff – but I didn’t.  It’s free and it’s there to help you.

Emma Thinx: If it seems too good to be true it’ll be running Linux.

Queen Launches Love Bleeds Blue

The champagne smashed into the bow. A vessel riveted together with 104,000 words slipped away to begin its life away from me. Even the Queen was in tears but only because of the onion in her after-party Cheddar sandwich. What do you mean Fake News? You just don’t believe I’d give Her Majesty a cheese sandwich do you?

Much of history is the concoction and revelation of fake news. The English Popish Plot of 1678, the arson of the Reichstag in 1933 and the 2011 European Union ruling on straight bananas spring to my mind. Not only was much of these stories untrue, they were also influential. And there my friends is where Love Bleed Blue offers its tiny voice in the debate.  The above video features my police consultant, the English poet Oscar Sparrow. He seems plausible enough to me! He’s what I call a deadpan of mass deception.

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Emma Thinx:  Walk towards the light, don’t throw a shadow on the future.

Launch Party: Love bleeds Blue

launch partyIt’s invitations across the nations. The great novel sits on its slipway. I’ve been out greasing the rails. Odd rough looking types are wandering about with sledge hammers – They’re either the guys who knock out the last wedges or Amazon one star trolls. We’ll soon know.

Tomorrow April 3rd at 8 pm London Time I’m exposing myself on Facebook.https://www.facebook.com/events/1398467893530093/

Please please be there to win prizes, hold my digital digits, shore up the crumbling Leggo castle of my ego or even burrow down into the creative process to know why the hell writers put themselves through this angst.

Dear friends, lusty patriots of imagination land, refined intellectuals, decadent lovers of romantic frenzies and lacy suspenders of disbelief – you are welcomed to my hot hearth for this historic moment. The book is an oversexed duck-billed platypus thrashing in a golden Jacuzzi  of satirical minestrone. There’s something for everyone. Well, maybe not quite everyone….I don’t like the look of a couple of those sledge hammer guys.

Emma Thinx:   Be a superstar in your own soup.

 

Brexit Blues and Royals

 

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President and Royals pose with the French Olympic fencing team. Photo credit express.co.uk.

Suddenly everyone is pushing buttons. Theresa May has hit the big Brexit button. World out there – ready or not here we come; or go; or sort of  wander about. So far I’ve not been taken as a hostage by the French government in case we don’t pay the 60 billion euros exit paperwork handling fee. (Pesky lawyers). Not sure who pays my fare if I get deported.

Why worry?  I’m about to press the launch button on Love Bleeds Blue and if everything goes as planned the royalties would soon get me out of jail.

In the meantime I wrote a modest feature for Impkater magazine. I felt rather humbled to be in such a publication. They’ve got some real scholars and experts I can tell you. I don’t know what to think until I’ve read these guys.  Anyway William and Kate – yes the royals – were doing a pre-Brexit Britfest in France. Republican or Royalist you can’t help loving all the glitter and pomp. The French did away with their chance to have shows like this so William and Kate are just showing them what they’ll miss if they’re unfriendly to us. If they don’t give us back our ball they sure won’t be getting any glass slippers from us.  AND we’re perfectly capable of making our own cheese to go with Californian wine so my suffering would be manageable.

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French Royal Crest. (Wikimedia)

Very often French people whisper to me that they want to bring back the Royals and do away with politicians all together. Now – remember where you heard it first…….Come on now – you didn’t expect Donald or Brexit did you?

 

Emma Thinx:  Good neighbours make good fences. Bad neighbours make good fencers.