Anyone notice I've been MIA?

My new blog can be found over here. I'd love you to come say g'day :)

It's here! It's finally available! Yay! Savage Retribution, my very first full-length novel is now available from Samhain Publishing. Can I say Yay, again? Yay!!!



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An animal rights activist is about to get a crash course in werewolves. One she may not survive.

Lone Irish werewolf Declan O’Connell has lost everything—his family, his clan, even his freedom—to his arch-rival, Nathan Epoc. The head of an underground werewolf clan and a brilliant scientist, Epoc plans to use Declan to create a super-wolf, a creature capable of shifting the balance of power in the lycanthrope world. But Epoc’s plans are about to be thwarted.

Regan Thomas, a determined animal rights activist, rescues what she thinks is an ordinary wolf from his notorious animal testing facility in Sydney, Australia. She gets more than she bargained for when the wolf turns into an extremely hunky, extremely naked man who immediately drags her into a world where the clash between two opposing werewolf clans could spell the end of humankind.

Declan has survived without a clan for more years than he cares to remember, but sexy Regan stirs up all his fierce, alpha-wolf instincts. Now Declan has one last chance at revenge. But can he keep Regan alive, and resist the overwhelming attraction between them, long enough to stop Epoc?

Summer in Australia has never been this hot… or this dangerous.

Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, graphic violence, violent sex, high-speed car-chases, wild werewolf action and Australian sarcasm.

Read an excerpt here

And buy it here! *grin*

I'm a little late, but here it is...


Countdown Contest!!

My very first Samhian Publishing release, Savage Retribution, a paranormal/werewolf erotic romance, is available on the 19th February. To celebrate, I'm holding a countdown contest!! (Yay!)

Every week from now until the book's release, I'm giving away a Lexxie Couper bookmark and a signed Savage Retribution cover print. To be in the chance to win answer the following question

Ready?

Question 3 - Who is Regan Thomas and what does she do?

You'll find the answer here

Email me the answer by Monday night. The first correct answer I draw from the dog's bowl will win!

Good luck!



(Oh, and check out my BIG Savage Retribution contest at my site - or at my newsletter group
I'm giving one lucky person a copy of Savage Retribution, any book from my backlist AND a Savage Retribution t-shirt.)

With smiles,

Lexxie

I've Been Interviewed!!

My very good friend and amazing erotic romance writer, Sierra Dafoe, has interviewed me. Check it out at her website (which she designed herself... told you she was amazing!)


Thank you, Sie. I think you are... well, amazing!

Lexxie

Savage Retribution

Enjoy the Heat. Survive the Chase...
Coming February 19
Samhain Publishing

http://samhainpublishing.com/coming/savage-retribution

Blurb

An animal rights activist is about to get a crash course in werewolves. One she may not survive.

Lone Irish werewolf Declan O’Connell has lost everything—his family, his clan, even his freedom—to his arch-rival, Nathan Epoc. The head of an underground werewolf clan and a brilliant scientist, Epoc plans to use Declan to create a super-wolf, a creature capable of shifting the balance of power in the lycanthrope world. But Epoc’s plans are about to be thwarted.

Regan Thomas, a determined animal rights activist, rescues what she thinks is an ordinary wolf from his notorious animal testing facility in Sydney, Australia. She gets more than she bargained for when the wolf turns into an extremely hunky, extremely naked man who immediately drags her into a world where the clash between two opposing werewolf clans could spell the end of humankind.

Declan has survived without a clan for more years than he cares to remember, but sexy Regan stirs up all his fierce, alpha-wolf instincts. Now Declan has one last chance at revenge. But can he keep Regan alive, and resist the overwhelming attraction between them, long enough to stop Epoc?

Summer in Australia has never been this hot… or this dangerous.

Unedited Excerpt

The kiss was gentle. Almost hesitant. He felt the apprehension still holding her, but he felt something else. Something more powerful. A longing to be released of the memory. A desire to create a new one. A smoldering passion surging through her blood. As it did his.
He opened his mouth, the touch of her tongue against his teeth like a surge of raw energy, charging his body with concentrated need. He buried his hands in the tumble of her hair, pulled their bodies together. She fit so well between his legs, her hips pressed to his inner thighs, her soft mound brushing his stiffening shaft. He took her tongue deeper into his mouth, reveling in the way she tasted, the way she felt.
Her hands smoothed up his back, her palms like mist on his fevered flesh. She traced his spine down, fluttered her fingertips along the waistband of his borrowed boxers. Hot blood flooded his groin at the contact, his cock growing full and heavy. Its stiff length nudged the warm junction of her thighs and a deep moan sounded in her throat.
Nails scoring a wickedly delicious path back up to his shoulders, as if to hold him a prisoner in her embrace, she broke the kiss, green eyes heady as she looked into his. “You scare the shit out of me, Declan O’Connell.”
“You scare the shit out of me, Regan Thomas.”
Regan chuckled, dragging her hands from his shoulders, under his armpits to flatten her palms on his chest. She captured his nipples, rolling them gently between her fingers as she pushed her sex closer to his. “Well, at least we’re even then.”
He shook his head slightly. “Oh, no, Regan. There’s nothing remotely ‘even’ about this relationship. When it comes to the balance of power, you have me firmly in the palm of your hand.”
One of Regan’s eyebrows arched and her lips—those extremely kissable lips—twitched. Eyes holding his, she shifted slightly, sliding one hand down his torso, past the elastic band of his boxers to enclose his rigid cock in a snug grip. “This hand?”
He sucked in a sharp breath. “That would be the one.”
“Hmmmm.” Her thumb rolled over the head of his cock and he pulled in another breath, heartbeat tripling. “Best not be letting my power go to waste then.”
She pushed him backward, her other hand smoothing over his stomach as he stretched out on the chaise. With almost tender fingers, she traced the line of his scar, the hideous mark left by Epoc almost two years ago. He closed his eyes, her touch like a feather on the violent path. It soothed him. Dulled the angry burn of his side. When her lips brushed the white, jagged line of scar tissue, when she touched it with the tip of her tongue, his breath caught in his throat and his hands fisted the cushions.
So much of his life was about pain, and here was a creature wanting to take it away. The pain, the heartache. With a kiss…
Her tongue traced the scar. From its knotted starting point in the dip of his navel, to where its ragged path disappeared behind the thick thatch of his pubic hair. And still she didn’t stop. Her lips continued their journey, nibbling a steady trail over the black curls, the hand gripping his cock slowly pumping up and down as her tongue flicked at its wide, swollen base before moving on to his balls. She licked one then the other, drawing his right nut into the wet, warm well of her mouth.
A rolling tsunami of searing heat spread through his body, stealing his breath and making his heart pound. “Jesus, Mary!”
Regan’s tongue curled and flicked and licked at his balls. Her fingers stroked his cock, the organ so hard he felt its veins coursing with eager blood. Damn, it felt good. So good he thought sure he was going to come. Or transform.
Control it, Dec. If you change now…
The beast roared. Denied. Hungry for the pleasure Regan would bring.
He dug his nails into the softness of the cushions, wishing—wanting—them to be the softness of Regan’s breasts or thighs or butt, but knowing if he so much as touched her he would come. Fuck, he was going insane. Driving mad with desire, lust and agony. His side burned like fire, his blood sang like demons. His cock felt like a pillar of steel…
… and then Regan’s lips closed over its tip and it felt nothing like steel. It felt like existence. Scorching, consuming existence surrounded by Heaven. Hot, wet, sucking Heaven.



(Oh, and check out my BIG Savage Retribution contest at my site - or at my newsletter group
I'm giving one lucky person a copy of Savage Retribution, any book from my backlist AND a Savage Retribution t-shirt.)

With smiles,

Lexxie

Snowbound: Captive Heat

Look what's on the Changeling Press Coming Soon Page!



Darci set out to win a bet on Mount Saint Elias. What she won was infinitely better -- and wilder.

Check it out here



And here's a quick teasing excerpt...

Snowbound: Captive Heat
Lexxie Couper
All rights reserved.
Copyright ©2008 Lexxie Couper


The run was perfect. Powdery-soft, lightly compacted snow, sky so blue it almost hurt to look at, air so crisp it could cut glass. Darci was in heaven. Her thighs, calves and butt burned like hell and her breath felt like shaved ice in her lungs -- just the way she loved it.

Whizzing down the slope, trees and craggy outcrops mere smudges of blurring color in her peripheral vision, she couldn’t help but grin, already picturing Crystal’s face. The American would spit chips when Darci swooshed into their --

The slope opened below Darci -- completely and abruptly -- and swallowed her whole. “Shit!” The word had barely left her lips when she smacked -- skis first -- against something that felt like frozen concrete.

Pain lashed through her body, making her cry out. “Fuck!” Eyes squeezed shut, she planted her hands on the ground and slowly, hesitantly, pushed herself into an upright position, waiting to be assaulted by fresh agony.

None came. “Oh, thank God!”

Her gushed exclamation bounced around a space that sounded huge, and Darci opened her eyes. An ice cavern. She’d dropped into an ice cavern. Damn it.

Releasing her skis, now just two shattered strips of glass fiber and composite materials, she got to her feet, taking in her predicament. A thick fog of dread rolled through her. The ice cavern was large, yet claustrophobia crept through Darci. Frowning, she looked up. The small hole she’d fallen through was too high to reach even if she jumped. Her frown deepened. “How the hell am I going to get out?” she muttered.

“That didn’t look like fun.”

Starting, Darci whipped her head around. A tall man stood behind her, long, white silken hair falling around a face of cold beauty, blue eyes so brilliant she felt her skin tingle. His intense stare locked on her and it took a few moments before Darci realized he was naked.

Lexxie Couper
Lust. Desire. Danger.

Savage Retribution - Coming February 2008, Samhain Publishing
Enjoy the Heat. Survive the Chase...

lexxiecouper.com
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Countdown Contest!!

My very first Samhian Publishing release, Savage Retribution, a paranormal/werewolf erotic romance, is available on the 19th February. To celebrate, I'm holding a countdown contest!! (Yay!)

Every week from now until the book's release, I'm giving away a Lexxie Couper bookmark and a signed Savage Retribution cover print. To be in the chance to win (there will be five chances) pop over to Australis-Eros, the group I share with fellow Aussie erotic romance authors, Mikala Ash and Steve Boiseman, here. Become a member and then watch out for the weekly question posted every Tuesday until the book's release.

Hope to see you there.

(Oh, and check out my BIG Savage Retribution contest at my site - or at my newsletter group
I'm giving one lucky person a copy of Savage Retribution, any book from my backlist AND a Savage Retribution t-shirt.)

With smiles,

Lexxie

As if a 8.5lb bundle of baby wasn't enough, I've gone and created something new - a Christmas tale to singe your eyebrows (and like the baby, bound to keep you awake... but for a different reason). A Sprite's Tale.



Here's an excerpt...


Blurb

Having decided his uncle is due for a break, Santa's nephew takes over the job of delivering presents and heads straight for the sun-drenched beaches of Australia. After a cataclysmic sleigh disaster with a low-flying Qantas Stratos 1500, Santa's nephew -- aka Nick- - finds himself rounding up reindeer on an isolated coastal stretch. When all seems lost -- including Rudolph -- Nick stumbles upon Chrissie, a woman just as mysterious as he.

Chrissie is an Australian bushland sprite, sent after Nick by his uncle. Santa has made his own decision -- it's time for his nephew to settle down. And Chrissie's just the sprite to fill his empty heart.

Christmas is always hot in Australia. But this year, it's going to be hotter!



Excerpt



Nick Saint Nicholas



The first thing I needed to do was round up the four-legged propulsion units. Ignoring the raucous laugh of a kookaburra perched, I assumed, in one of the many eucalypts edging the beach, I turned from the sleigh and stared up into the dense rainforest.

And felt soft fingers skim down my jaw line.

What the?

I snapped my head to the left. No one. Nothing. Just miles and miles of pristine white sand strewn with brightly wrapped parcels. I frowned. And the fingers brushed my right cheekbone.

Okay, I’m going to have to admit, I jumped. Not much, but enough for the balls of my booted feet to make new divots in the sand. Someone was playing with me and I wanted to know who.

Pulling a deep breath, I centered my spirit and let my senses float, “feeling” for my unseen companion…
There! A faint whisper of wings, a delicate scent of rich soil, nectar and… and… something I wasn’t familiar with but made the blood in my veins tingle.

“Fae?”

The humid air about me displaced a little, as if something lithe and nimble moved close to my body. I heard the faintest sound -- a giggle? -- and those fingers traced a line down my nose and feathered my top lip.

My heartbeat leapt away with me. That mysterious scent filled my nose and I felt soft fingertips on my bottom lip. I moved my tongue -- a little -- and tasted the sweet taste of dew.

Ah-ha. “Sprite.” But what kind?

The fingertips traced the fleshy line of my bottom lip in a languid path before dipping deeper into my mouth, touching my teeth and the tip of my tongue again. More sweet dew, with an undercurrent of… what? I didn’t know.

The faint giggle sounded in my left ear and I felt, rather than heard, that lithe body dance around me again, closer this time. Close enough to make my clothes move.

I bit back a curse. Sprites are notorious mischief-makers, hell-bent on causing mayhem through their unique connection with the supernatural world. I sensed a deep affinity with nature in the “taste” of my unseen guest, but what could she -- and I was assuming she was a she -- do?

The answer, well, an answer, came mere seconds after the thought formed in my head. Hands I visualized being long-fingered and delicate skimmed down the length of my torso, over the plane of my stomach, which tightened with reflex interest, down past my navel to the waist of my jeans (a pair of button-fly Levis my uncle had surprised me with last December twenty-fifth). Before I could react, the first button popped open. Followed by the second. The third.

A soft breath tickled my ear, filled with mist and cool breezes and a promise beyond words. My body responded. Immediately.


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