Lexxie Rambles On

2011-12-07T22:16:00.001+11:00

Anyone notice I've been MIA?

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

2008-02-20T10:05:00.000+11:00

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!!!

Check it out here!

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*

2008-02-08T11:03:00.001+11:00

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

2008-02-08T10:36:00.000+11:00

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

2008-01-30T10:35:00.000+11:00

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

2008-01-23T16:02:00.000+11:00

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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2008-01-22T22:39:00.000+11:00

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

2007-12-06T19:02:00.000+11:00

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.

Check out the Book here!

2007-10-21T19:36:00.000+10:00

NEW BABY IN THE HOUSE!!

The baby has arrived! Sunday, 14th October at 1pm, Peanut's baby sister arrived... 7lb 5oz.

Here after to be known as Chickpea. *grin*

We think she's absolutely gorgeous.

2007-10-09T16:39:00.000+10:00

My New Favourite Show!

Dexter!

Oh, man, does anyone else watch this? I loved, loved, loved the book 'Darkly Dreaming Dexter' and waited patiently for the show to come to Australian shores.... and waited. And it didn't come, so my husband (the IT guru he is) took matters into his own hands and, as of Saturday night, we've been watching episode after episode. I'm addicted.

Michael C Hall does an amazing job of capturing the chilling but somehow utterly wonderful serial killer, Dexter Morgan, a blood splatter expert working for the Miami PD.

If you haven't found this show yet... do so! I know you'll love it!!

Lexxie
Lust. Desire. Danger.

2007-09-28T23:45:00.000+10:00

IMPROMPTU CONTEST WINNER!!

Congrats to Robert Kubitz!!

Thank you to everyone who entered and sent Anniversary Wishes! You all made me feel warm and squishy inside. The DH and I had a lot of fun (as soon as the three year old went to bed, that was *grin*)

Lexxie

2007-09-25T18:52:00.001+10:00

IMPROMPTU CONTEST!!!!

It's my wedding anniversary today. Eight years ago I walked through a family of young eucalypt trees down to a beautiful little beach and, before forty of our closest family and friends, married the man I loved. YAY!!

So, to celebrate, I'm giving one lucky reader a copy of ANY Lexxie Couper book they desire. The catch? You only have twenty-four hours to enter. But it's a really easy contest....

All you have to do is send me an email (lexxie AT lexxiecouper DOT com) with subject header Wedding Bells by the end of Wednesday 26th.

The first name I pull from the dog's bowl will win!!!

Have fun!

Lexxie Couper
Lust. Desire. Danger.

2007-09-24T22:37:00.001+10:00

Stardust

Anyone seen this movie?

The husband and I went and saw it yesterday. Lots of fun. Think The Princess Bride (one of my all-time favourites) with more witches and Robert De Niro. In fact, De Niro's turn in this film had me laughing so hard I almost went into labour!

If you like tongue-in-cheek fantasy with some very nice eye-candy (Charlie Cox is delicious) I thoroughly recommend checking it out.

Lexxie
Lust. Desire. Danger

2007-09-23T21:45:00.000+10:00

FOUR AND A HALF HEARTS FOR 'SHADOW WHISPERS'

The very lovely TJ at The Romance Studio has reviewed my erotic horror, Shadow Whispers and given it FOUR AND A HALF HEARTS!!! Yay!!!

Here's a snippet..."Ms. Couper once again delights her readers with a riviting story of loss and redemption...The conflict of heaven versus hell is done in an interesting way. This erotic story is for readers looking for interesting characters, highly sensual scenes and good versus evil."

Check out the whole review HERE!

Check out the book HERE!!

2007-09-14T12:30:00.001+10:00

Viva Los Regalos: Kat and Mouse is OUT NOW!!

"The characters are real and engaging, the plot is remarkable, and the sex scenes left me breathless. Kat and Mouse is a book that will keep you up way past your bedtime!"
-- Mandy Briggs, ParaNormalRomance.org

Australian Federal cop Katrina O'Brien's on the tail of an international jewel thief, a mysterious criminal known only as The Mouse. She's not going to let him get away, even when his trail leads her to the sinfully decadent US resort Los Regalos, a place where your every desire is catered to. Katrina's desires run deep and dark, and The Mouse is more than willing to accommodate them. But so is someone else. Someone who's been watching them both. Someone who knows everything about them…

Someone dangerous.

Someone powerful.

Someone not human…

Check it out HERE!!

2007-09-13T10:16:00.000+10:00

FIRST REVIEW FOR VIVA LOS REGALOS: KAT AND MOUSE!!

Wow!! Viva Los Regalos: Kat and Mouse is released tomorrow and today it received its first review! The wonderful Mandy Briggs at ParaNormalRomance Reviews has this to say about my latest Changeling Press release...

"Viva Los Regalos: Kat and Mouse blends together action, mystery, erotica, and paranormal elements into the perfect story that fascinates you from page one. Lexxie Couper delivers an exciting story with non-stop action that will have you turning pages hastily, desperate to know how it ends. The characters were smart, cool, and fierce but still had the emotional baggage and flaws that made them real and endearing. Couper has made me an instant fan with her fast-paced plot, multi-faceted characters, and sizzling sexual encounters, and I will definitely be reading any book with her name on it. This was my first book ever with BDSM elements, but the author adds just the right amount of kink, where it's sizzling and sexy, but not skanky. The characters are real and engaging, the plot is remarkable, and the sex scenes left me breathless. Kat and Mouse is a book that will keep you up way past your bedtime!"

Thank you, Mandy!! You've made my day! *grin*

Check out the entire review...
HERE!!

And check out the book HERE!!!!!

2007-09-12T17:35:00.000+10:00

Peanut

I speak often of my little girl, but rarely show her off. I uploaded over a hundred photos from my camera to my laptop today and found this image of her. It pretty much sums her up in one shot - cheeky.

No real reason for showing it off. Just wanted to brag, I guess.

Lexxie

2007-09-06T10:17:00.000+10:00

A BRILLIANT REVIEW!! YAY!!!

The most AMAZING Kerin at TwoLips Reviews has reviewed my latest Changeling Press release, The Boundaries: Awakening (it's very first one) and she's just blown me away!! I'm still grinning! Thank you, Kerin. Here's a snippet....

"There is so much packed into Awakening that my head was spinning trying to keep up and I loved every minute of it! With emotions running high and non-stop action and pulse-pounding tension, there are surprises at every turn. Jai’Enna, Zeric and Raq are three of the most amazing characters and the depth of their feelings and emotions rival those of any single person in any love story – combined, the strength of their love is overwhelming and unparallel in its beauty."

To check out the whole review (and please do, it is as amazing as Kerin herself *grin*) go here...

HERE!!!

2007-08-29T22:44:00.001+10:00

WEBSITE UPDATED! WITH CONTEST!

I finally up-dated my website! I can't believe it!! There's a new CONTEST, a new interview (with the very talented Cat Marsters), a new Aussie Hunk of the Month, new Coming Soons.....

Check it out!!!

HERE!

Stay tuned for more......

2007-08-29T22:44:00.000+10:00

2007-08-18T19:25:00.003+10:00

Viva Los Regalos: Kat and Mouse

My newest cover..... is BRILLIANT!!!

Check out the book HERE

And here's its blurb...

Australian Federal cop Katrina O'Brien's on the tail of an international jewel thief, a mysterious criminal known only as The Mouse. She's not going to let him get away, even when his trail leads her to the sinfully decadent US resort Los Regalos, a place where your every desire is catered to. Katrina's desires run deep and dark, and The Mouse is more than willing to accommodate them. But so is someone else. Someone who's been watching them both. Someone who knows everything about them...

Someone dangerous.

Someone powerful.

Someone not human...

2007-08-18T18:59:00.000+10:00

The Most Amazing News!!!

I've just signed a contract with Samhain Publishing. My full-length paranormal erotic thriller, (working title, Feram Australis) will be released in February, titled Savage Retribution!

I am so excited I don't know what to do!! (Well, apart from dance around the house like a mad woman! *grin*)

Stay tuned for more details!

Lexxie

2007-05-12T17:48:00.001+10:00

I Can't Believe It!!

I've actually up-dated my website... well, my husband-slash-webmaster has. I really, really need to be more diligent. *sigh*

Anyways - this month at lexxiecouper.com I share some exciting news, interview Mikala Ash, erotic sci-fi/paranormal author from my own Land of Oz, highlight the very delicious Sam Worthington, a young and hot actor in my Aussie Hunk of the Month page AAAAANNNNDDDD I've posted a new contest which gives the lucky winner a $15 Changeling Press shopping spree!

Head on over to my site to check it all out!

Lexxie

2007-05-09T13:22:00.000+10:00

Cerebral coasting...

OK, I'm in an odd mood today. Not sure why. Could have something to do with the fact I'm 18 (or 19) weeks pregnant I guess, but still. I'm sad, I'm a bit short tempered, I'm tired, I'm blue.....

So, what's wrong with me? I'm waiting to hear from a publisher that I've submitted my first full-length mss to. I know the editor likes the first three chapters because I sent them to her while the book was still being written, but what if she hates the rest of the book? I have at least another month to wait before I'll hear from her and it's very distracting. I promised myself I wouldn't do this - panic and begin to doubt the book when I sent it off - but now... I need a mental slap. *slap!* Owww! Damn, that hurt!

My husband and I went and saw Spiderman 3 last weekend. It was good, but it should have been better. One of the problems for me with the Spiderman franchise is the casting of Tobey Maguire as Peter Parker/Spiderman. Not a good choice, IMO. But he has done an OK job and I keep forking out the dollars to watch the films on the big screen. I loved Spiderman (the cartoon and the comics) as a kid, and do enjoy the movies, but the third one could have been better. Too long, too cheesy and too much Kirsten Dunst. Some of the humour sequences were really funny, but damn, the 'romantic drama' between Parker and MJ was just painful and poorly written. Hmmmm, now I'm sounding bitchy, aren't I.

Does anyone ever read this blog? Actually, I know the odd person does (and thank you to everyone who sent me congratulatory emails about my pregnancy). See? Told you I was in an odd mood today.

I'm going to see Pink tonight in concert. I should be more excited, but what I'd really love to do is just go to bed. LOL. I know I'll love it - she's an energetic performer and I really like most of her songs. There's a whole bunch of us girls going to see her. Actually, my husband's a little pissed off, because he would have loved to see Pink in concert (probably more than me, I think).

So, what else is storming around in the lump of grey matter between my ears? We were offered a free kitten on Monday. A little short-haired black female. The offer has been an itch in the back of my head ever since. I know Peanut would love a kitten (probably more than a brother or sister) but how do we explain the little bundle of fluff to our mutt? He's huge, old and very territorial. I've seen him destroy a bush rat in ten seconds flat! How would he respond to a kitten?

I love the shows 'Heroes' and 'House' and 'Scrubs'. I've heard Scrubs is coming to an end soon which is a shame. Zach Braff is very talented. But I tell you how I think is the most talented actor on telly at the moment - Hugh Laurie. Man, I don't know if you're familiar with his work on Blackadder but who would have thought Prince George could pull out such a power-house performance like Dr Gregory House???

OK, my daughter is climbing up my leg begging for attention. I'll leave you with two things...

1/ My new contest - A simple contest this month. All you need to do is be a member of my newsletter group and you’re in the draw. I will be giving one lucky member a $15 shopping spree at Changeling Press, so if you want to be in the running and you’re not a member jump over to
And become one before the end of the month! See? Simple.

2/ An unedited (and explicit) excerpt from The Boundaries: Awakenings (my July Changeling Press release) - The Pellaxion’s slitted pink gaze flicked from Tornada’s face to the stripped woman, taking in the small tattoo high on the line of her left shoulder. A gold tinge of approval shimmered over his shiny scales. “You bring a slave from the Raavelian Alpha Slave Camps? And you wish to trade her?” The pink stare left the woman’s naked form, returning to Tornada with a reluctance so obvious, Tornada almost laughed. If he could control his jealousy, that was.
He affected a disappointed frown. “Not by choice, Master Slaver. I have come into… how shall I put this… some financial difficulties and I must find the chits to keep my head on my shoulder before Hrung Crortek removes it.” He let his gaze fall to the bare, bowed back of the woman kneeling at his feet. “It pains me to part with Jai’Enna, but losing my head would pain me more.”
The Pellaxion burst into loud guffaws. “Wise, if not wealthy.” He reached down and dug the talons of his right hand into the woman’s chin, forcing her head up, and a wave of pure rage and protective anger roared through Tornada. He ground his teeth. Now was not the time to let his heart control his actions. Otherwise, $both he and Jai’Enna may end up dead.
“I have heard of the amazing talents of Raavelian Alpha slaves, but have never had the fortune of experiencing them.” He licked his lips, darting a look at Tornada. “Are they as good as they are rumoured to be?”
Tornada smiled, wide and satisfied. “Better.”
The Pellaxion crossed his arms across a chest both broad and muscled. “Prove it.”
A bitter wave of triumph washed over Tornada. Just the invitation he was wanting. “Slave,” he said, tugging on Jai’Enna’s leash. “Give the Master Slaver a blow job.”
The smooth, bowed back shifted as Jai’Enna made to move forward on her knees, sending a warm ribbon of something dangerous into Tornada’s groin.
“Stop,” the Pellaxion suddenly said, stepping back, pink eyes unreadable.
Tornada frowned. “You do not wish to know of her skill. It is a mind-altering experience.”
The Pellaxion grinned. “Oh, I wish to know of it, Trader.” His muscles flexed and his scales shimmered a faint orange. “But before her lips touch my cock, I wish to see what she can do with her mouth on you.”
Eyes narrowing, Tornada studied the Pellaxion. The hair at his nape prickled and his palm itched for his pulse pistol. The Master Slaver’s request was not normal. No slave trader in their right mind hesitated to accept a slave of the Raavelian Alpha camps, especially one as unique and sensual as Jai’Enna Ti. He let a look of confusion fall over his face. “Master Slaver?”
The Pellaxion’s scales shimmered orange again. “Consider it a gift, Trader. I can see how loathed you are to lose possession of the slave – your heart is in your eyes – so let me give you one last moment of rapture before she becomes my property.”
A wild beat hammered in Tornada’s neck. His gaze fell to Jai’Enna’s back. One moment of rapture…
He’d lost his title because of Jai’Enna. He’d been publicly humiliated because of Jai’Enna. Flogged almost to death by the man who once had been his future father-in-law because of Jai’Enna. Had lost any right to his Jjor privilege and station because of Jai’Enna.
Had lost his heart $to Jai’Enna. Never to get it back.
What he would give to feel her lips on his flesh once more. To feel her mouth pull on his cock, her teeth nip at its swollen tip, her tongue massage his rigid length until he screamed her name and erupted with his hot seed.
One moment of rapture…
He tightened his grip on her leash. His balls began to grow heavy, dark anticipation flooding them with hungry desire.
One moment…

OK, that's it.

Keep happy and be safe,

Lexxie

2007-04-22T21:59:00.000+10:00

CONTEST!!!!!!

It was my birthday a week ago. Twenty-seven again!! Want to celebrate with me? I'm giving away the entire Lexxie Couper collection plus a Lexxie Couper coffee mug with the cover of the winner's choice to one lucky reader. Or, if the winner has the entire Lexxie Couper collection already (*grin*) a $20 gift voucher from Changeling Press.... AND a Lexxie Couper coffee mug. To win, email the answer to the follow question to me by the end of April (subject header - Birthday Comp)

Question - What do Jjors think they are? (The answer can be found in one of the excerpts on my author page over at CP http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=62)

Good luck!

2007-04-22T21:54:00.000+10:00

AN APOLOGY AND AN ANNOUNCEMENT!

I've been MIA (which is not that unusual for me) but I have TWO very good reasons why...

1/ I've just finished a 68,000 words erotic paranormal werewolf thriller that has consumed me for quite some time now... and....

2/ I'm pregnant!! Yay!!

The first trimester has passed (for which I'm very grateful - I had morning sickness 23/7) and the 'wonderwoman' stage of the pregnancy is just about to begin! That means I should be around a but more.

New episodes of Lexxie and Deviant-Boy and the Pirates coming soon!

Warm and happy thoughts to you all!

Lexxie

2007-01-31T21:37:00.000+11:00

The first official review of The Boundaries: Agent is in and (drumroll) FIVE ANGELS!!! WhooHoo!!!

Here's a snippet from the review...

"This deadly triangle plays out in an amazingly erotic byplay. With secrets untold, sexual slavery, and a werewolf, you wouldn’t think that these disparate things could be meshed into a story, but Lexxie Couper does it. The sheer heat generated by any of the characters in almost any interaction is amazing. This is the second book in a series and having not read the first, I was a bit lost, but after the first few pages I was able to figure out what was going on and was grabbed and held by the story. The ending is something you will have to read to believe. I cannot wait for The Boundaries: Animal."

A huge thank you to Serena and Fallen Angels Reviews.

Check out the entire review Here

And buy the book Here - Go on... I DARE Ya!!!!

Lexx

2007-01-25T10:51:00.000+11:00

Lexxie and the Pirates and Deviant-Boy
(A Completely Fabricated Story of Destiny)

Part 2

As Told by Lexxie Couper

Warning - Contains Adult Sexual Content That May Offend

Lexxie and the Pirates and Deviant-Boy
A Story of Destiny

As Told by Lexxie Couper

You know what it’s like to crash into the ocean?
No, me either. Captain Schlong and I crashed into a copse of palm and eucalypt trees. None of that romantic dragging ourselves out of the surf, wet clothes clinging to our nubile bodies like a transparent second skin. No, we dragged ourselves from a beat-up Cessna 340 amid splintered trees, severed leaves and twisted metal. There is nothing romantic about crashing onto a deserted island, I can tell you, no matter how lush and tropical and beautiful.
We picked our way through the dense growth, swatting at mozzies and wiping at the stinging sweat dripping from our faces. This is not, as I’ve pointed out before, how I like to get hot and sweaty, and at this point of the situation I wasn’t sure which pathetic male I detested the most: Captain Schlong for not being able to keep his dick in his pants, or my moronic cousin for laying the challenge in the first place. The idea of detesting myself didn’t enter my mind; sure I had picked my pilot based on the sizable bulge in his Levi’s but what women in her right mind wouldn’t? The dawn of feminism wasn’t just about burning bras! It was empowerment! About equality! It was about perving on hunky male bodies whenever we damn well wanted! And yes, I had accepted my cousin’s challenge when I didn’t need to. I didn’t need to prove him wrong to feel good about myself, but – and it will always be my failing – I cannot, as I’ve said, resist a challenge. This one was just turning out to be more of a challenge than first intended.
It didn’t help that Wonder-Dick was still trying to convince me his cock was the only hope of rescue. To this day, I’m not sure how he thought fucking me would get us out of our hideous predicament. Perhaps he thought my screams of ecstasy would be so loud the Australian Coast Guard would hear and come a-running (or a-boating, as the case is). Whatever his logic, I still had my glock and there wasn’t a ten foot pole in sight, so he was out of luck.
It was while attempting to climb over one particularly vicious fallen eucalypt trunk, the Cessna’s burning corpse baking our backs, that the day took it’s third bad turn. I tripped.
“Shit!”
So there I was, sprawled over a dead tree larger than Godzilla’s donger, my ass shoved upwards, wet white short-shorts plastered to it, my feet dangling off the ground and – and this is where it gets worrying, Dear Readers – Captain Schlong standing right behind me.
“Awright!” I heard him shout, two seconds before I heard his fly unzip.
There was no denying it. I was in trouble.
“Oi!” I snarled, trying like hell to regain my feet in a lethally intimidating move and instead coming off like a scuttling bug stuck on a twig. “This is NOT an invitation!”
Wonder-dick however, didn’t seem to be listening.
I had two options. Twist around and shoot him (I still held my glock, fortunately, and the idea was very tempting), or go with the flow. As I’ve already pointed out, the guy was hung like a hippo. Hopefully he’d pass out from the rapid loss of blood in his brain before I’d even get a nudge. My grip on my gun tightened. I was going with Option A.
I twisted around, still doing my very realistic stuck-bug impersonation and leveled the gun at his heaving, naked and sweaty chest. “Listen, Mate,” I narrowed my eyes, “Take one more step and I –“
And that was when the dead tree moved.
Downwards.
Quickly.
With a loud and sharp splintering crack.
Damn it!
I hit the ground in a painful thud, Captain Schlong lost his footing (yeah, right) and landed on my back, his freakish cock ramming against my butt like a jack hammer on steroids, and somewhere off in the distance a Kookaburra burst into hysterical laughter.
Oh, and I dropped my glock.
Shit.

Lexxie

2007-01-24T09:22:00.000+11:00

LEXXIE'S IMPROMPTU AUSTRALIA DAY CONTEST!!!!!

This Friday is Australia Day in the Land Down Under (it's the day we celebrate the birth of our nation) and, being the proud Aussie I am, I want to celebrate and bring some of my love for Australia to the rest of the world.

So I'm having an impromptu CONTEST!!!

I've written three books set in Australia... The winner of my AUSTRALIA DAY CONTEST will receive ALL THREE in what ever format they wish.

To win, this is what you have to do....

1. Go to HERE!!
2. Tell me the title of the three books set in the Land Down Under
3. Answer the following questions about each book (hint - you'll need to click on the excerpt links to find the answers)... a/ What does Tellerman scale? b/ What is it Ira's right to do? c/ What woke Tess?

Email me your answers by midnight Sunday 28th - subject Australia Day Contest. The first name I draw from the dog's bowl WINS!!!!

Happy reading and Happy Australia Day! *grin*

2007-01-22T21:05:00.000+11:00

A Creative Eruption

They’d chained her.
Silver shackles on her ankles and wrists.
They’d chained her spread-eagle on the dais, stripped naked and exposed for all to see.
In’ari R’Orq stared at the ceiling, the blood in her veins feeling very much like liquid heat coursing through her body. How dare they!
She pulled at the chains, the silver burning her flesh like a concentrated beam of sun-like – scorching, scalding. Branding.
Rage surged through her and she snarled, the sound cutting the thick silence. How dare they!
She closed her eyes and drew in a slow breath, focussing on her core. She needed to think if she was to survive, and she didn’t plan on dying just yet. Not after three hundred years of defying her enemies. She was too young.
Pulling the freshest memory into her mind, she narrowed down on it, another wave of fury rolling through her at the vivid image.
That deceptive, blood-sucking nightwalker!
The vamp had lured her from the club. The vamp with the black eyes and white hair who’d been in her dreams for what seemed like a lifetime. Had lured her from the club where she’d been staring into an untouched margarita, into the open night, his tongue and lips and hands driving her wild with a lust she didn’t know existed. Never had she felt so aware of her body, of the pulsing muscles between her thighs, of the tiny nub of flesh buried in the slick folds of her cunt. She’d thought he was a dream until his teeth sank into her neck. A dream brought on by loneliness and vigilance and denial. A dream of the forbidden. Then his fangs had punctured her flesh and she’d felt warm liquid gush from her jugular into his masterful mouth, felt the velvet rasp of his tongue lapping her blood, felt the painful yet oh, so exquisite pressure as he suckled her life-force.
Her mind had screamed. Her cunt had constricted. She’d cried out – in livid rage and perfidious rapture - and that was when the other vamps closed in. Three of them. Oozed from the shadows of the moonless night like pale phantoms and took her. Their hands joining his on her body, squeezing her pleasure-swollen breasts, cupping her ass-cheeks, mauling her fluttering, sodden pussy.
She couldn’t fight them all.
Even as the wolf inside her roared for release, the lead vamp – that black-eyed, fallacious bastard – sank his fangs in deeper. Locked her to him as surely as the silver shackles held her to the dais now.
Locked her to him in more than one way.
A chill rippled through In’ari. Pinched her nipples into rock-hard, painful tips. They were creatures of opposite species – she and the black-eyed vampire – but she knew his species well. Knew them, hunted them. Killed them. As all Master-Hunters did, she knew everything about them, which meant, the second his fangs punctured her neck and he began to feast on her oxygen-rich blood, she knew he was not after her life. He was not killing her. He was binding her. To him. Owner to property. Master to Slave.
Fuck.
She’d been caught by a Master and now she was the property of his nest.
And with the silver shackles on her wrists and ankles, there was nothing she could do to stop them doing whatever they wanted to her.
Her cunt fluttered at the dark thought. Fluttered with even darker greed.

2007-01-20T21:51:00.000+11:00

A New Object of Lust

Well, not so much a new one.... but after having a Colin Firth-A-Thon last night (Love Actually, Bridget Jones's Diary I and II and Fever Pitch) I've realised he reeeeeeeally needs to be at the top of my Lust-List (a very decadent and wholly shameful list of men I'd do wicked things to at the drop of a hat).

There are two reasons: One - he is drop dead, utterly gorgeous
Two - he looks just like my husband (and I'm not exaggerating! If Colin Firth was Spanish and had a goatee, he could be mistaken for my husband...)

So, there you go. Colin Firth. The most gorgeous, sexy and utterly oh-my-God-I want-to-do-wicked-things-to-him man on the planet.

That's all.

2007-01-05T23:11:00.000+11:00

Lexxie and the Pirates and Deviant-Boy

As Told by Lexxie Couper
(A Completely Fabricated Tale About A Meeting of Destiny)
Warning - Contains Content That May Offend Some People

PART ONE

I can never resist a challenge. EVER. So when my cousin, a man of dubious intelligence (OK, let's be blunt, we are after all, all friends here – the man is a complete and utter moron. Wouldn't know his dick from a banana if his dick wasn't pink and attached to his body) tells me I couldn't hack two days in the tropics I told him to stick it up his ass. I'm not much of a humidity fan I must admit; I like getting hot and sweaty in more enjoyable ways, but at that accusation from that man I promptly packed an overnight bag and chartered myself a flight to Far North Queensland. It don't get any hotter and sweatier than up the top end of Oz, (unless it's between my sheets!) and I was on my way.

Who knew the flight would crash off the coast of Tropical Queensland? Who knew the pilot in whose hands I'd placed my life was a raving nutter? Who knew he had an enormous cock? Well, OK, I knew that last bit, you couldn't miss the massive bulge straining against his skin-tight Levis, but I didn't know he had a penchant for pulling it out and flopping it about in mid-flight! Honest!!

Anyway, here I am, 20,000 feet above the Pacific with this guy and his enormous cock. My overnight bag contains a can of aerosol deodorant (Exotic Musk), my favourite lip-gloss (Vanilla-Cherry), a nail file (I can't abide chipped nails), a packet of double-choc Tim-Tams (for sustenance) and a Glock 9mm (for emergencies). It did not contain a ten-foot pole and that's about the only thing of mine that was going near this guy's cock. Do you think he'd listen to reason, though? Of course not! He's a man after all. A man with a hard-on does not listen to reason. A man with a hard-on does not listen to "I'm going to kill you if you don't put that thing away", at least NOT this man. It may have had something to do with the amount of blood required to fill his cock. Too much had drained from his deluded brain for him to understand my subtle rejection. So it was time to stop being subtle and start being direct.

I pulled my Glock, he pulled his cock and before I knew it we were headed straight for the water. Fast. In a tailspin.

This was not how I'd planned my day.

Lexxie ©

2007-01-05T22:43:00.000+11:00

I'M A CAPA NOMINEE

Well, one of my books is...

Shifting Lust 2: The Warlord's Vengeance (the middle book in the Shifting Lust trilogy) has been nominated for a CAPA Award for Best Fantasy - Erotic.

The CAPA Awards are... "awards given by The Romance Studio for excellence in romantic and erotic fiction." Pretty cool, huh! I'm still blown away by the nomination. The Warlord's Vengeance is a very dark book. Both hero and heroine are separated and in the hands of two of the most evil and depraved creatures of power in the Six Systems: a Priestess who worships an evil God and a warlord who would make the Devil look like a cuddly kitten. The sex is pretty violent and the ending is an absolute cliff-hanger. Not the kind of book I'd have thought would get nominated for ANYTHING (except maybe most frustrating ending) but there it is... a CAPA Nomination. See the image? Isn't it great!!

Here's a little snippet...

Raiven a’Tor gripped the butt of his gun beneath the cover of his long, leather jacket, watching the slim woman with shaggy, white hair cross The Tight Hole’s crowded floor. His eyes roamed her body, cock twitching at what he saw. Long, smooth thighs, flat stomach, pert breasts that bounced lightly with each step she took. The shiny black, body-hugging suit covering her from neck to toes did little to hide the fact it was a body made for sin.

Midnight-black eyes met his across the busy inn and he gripped his gun. Worry swam in their inky depths. Worry and agitation. His building erection forgotten, he frowned. Something wasn’t right.

He made a move to get up but she shook her head. Slightly. No.

Raiven pulled in a deep breath, muscles coiled so tight he felt sure they would snap. Three months of being hunted by Mur’dek’s forces was beginning to take its toll. On his body and his mind. Kyra kept him sane. If it weren’t for her, he would have lost it by now. And the six systems would be a bloodier place for it.

He shot his lover a quick look, noticing she’d changed direction. No longer headed toward him, she instead approached the inn’s long, crowded bar, hips swaying. Anger rolled through him. Not because of the abrupt change in their plans -- they’d been on the run together long enough now to trust each other’s actions -- but because of the way every male she passed turned to leer at her ass. Jaw clenched, he watched a particularly large Jaxian reach out with one lower arm and curl fat, meaty fingers into her upper thigh.

Get your fucking hands off her. The urge to smash the bastard’s face in was compelling, but Raiven didn’t move. Kyra didn’t want anyone to know they were together, so for the moment, he stayed still. No matter how much he hated it.

The Jaxian tugged Kyra closer, upper hands running over her torso and ass as his free lower hand snaked around her wrist. “C’mon sit on me lap, lovely,” Raiven heard him coax from across the room. “I’ve got somethin’ right hard for ya.”

Raiven snarled, but before he could get to his feet, Kyra spun, smashing her knee into the Jaxian’s leering face. Head snapping backward, he toppled to the filthy floor, his drinking companion laughing uproariously as Kyra stepped over his crumpled form and went on her way.

She glanced over her shoulder and for a brief moment, their eyes made contact. Raiven smiled slightly. Show-off.

Her answering grin was almost undetectable as she turned to the bar, sliding in between a hulking Lunarian merchant and a wiry Palon. Slipping her arm around the Lunarian’s shoulder, she tangled her fingers in his greasy hair and pulled his head down to hers. Kissing him deeply.

Raiven’s stomach turned upside-down but he didn’t move because just as Kyra’s open lips slid over the Lunarian’s, two Murukhan soldiers stepped into the inn, yellow eyes flicking around the crowded room.

Fuck.

He shot a quick look at Kyra. She was still lip-locked to the Lunarian, her slim frame all but concealed by his heavy jacket as he mashed her closer against his body.

Gut a tight mess, Raiven slowly returned his gun to its holster and pulled the collar of his jacket up around his neck. It was possible the Murukhans had no knowledge of the large bounty Lord Mur’dek had placed on his and Kyra’s heads. Possible, but unlikely. It was time to get out of there.

He gave the two soldiers a quick look. They were still on the other side of the packed inn, shoving their way through the crowd. Grabbing every female they encountered and staring hard at her face.

Raiven scowled. Guess that clears that up.

He slid from his dark booth and with one last glance at Kyra -- still thoroughly kissing the Lunarian -- stepped into the crowd and made his way to the back rooms. In the last sex den there was an exit to a back alley that ran directly past the bunker where the Raptor, finally repaired after their last Murukhan encounter, waited. His gut twisted again. Hopefully, Kyra would make her own way there.

If she didn’t, he’d go back and get her.

Just a lot more people would die in the process.

Want to read more? Shifting Lust 2: The Warlord's Vengeance - HERE!!!!

:wink:

Lots a warm fuzzies,

Lexxie

2006-12-31T23:44:00.000+11:00

Be back tomorrow with my resolutions!

2006-12-11T13:00:00.000+11:00

An AMAZING BLOG

Postcard Secrets

I stumbled upon it and stayed for hours. Some very deep, some very moving and some very disturbing stuff over there. Wow.

2006-12-05T13:08:00.000+11:00

The Boundaries: Agent

So here is the cover for my next release, The Boundaries: Agent (the middle installment in The Boundaries trilogy)

Pretty damn fine, don't you think?

And here's the blurb...

Intel-Patrol Corp agent, Jai’Enna Ti has gone rogue. Now that she’s saved her sister from a life of sexual slavery at the hands of a cruel crime lord, she is fighting a battle of a different kind -- one involving her heart and the brooding Boundary Guardian, Zeric Arctos.

Zeric has his own battle. An ancient curse renders him a savage beast unlike any the Boundaries has seen before. Once only anger triggered the change, but now his driving hunger for Jai’Enna is threatening to set the wolf free and he doesn’t know if he can control it.

When the head of the Intel-Patrol Corp sends an agent out to retrieve Jai’Enna, the two face a threat more dangerous than any before. Raq Tornada. Violent, tenacious and deadly, Raq is an agent to fear. He’s also Jai’Enna’s ex-lover -- with a score to settle.

The Outer Boundaries is a dangerous cesspool of sin, lust and depravity. And its about to get a whole lot wilder.

And here's an excerpt (be warned... it's very R rated)

The touch of his lips on her skin, so close to the throbbing centre of her sex – so tantalizingly close to its fluttering, clenching heat – made Jai’Enna suck in a swift breath. She curled her fingers into the tousled bed sheet beneath her, its silken texture like ice on her fevered flesh. Between her thighs, hands pressed to her knees, Zeric chuckled, the sound both devilish and sensual. “Is there something you want me to do, Jai’Enna?”
Jai’Enna closed her eyes, loving the way her name sounded like a growl in Zeric’s throat – an animalistic rumble of primordial desire. “Yes, Zeric,” she replied, her own voice almost a growl itself.
“What, Jai’Enna?” Zeric’s fingers raked up to the tense muscles in her thighs, holding her legs spread wide. His breath played against her hot, wet pussy and a ripple of tight anticipation shot up her spine, making her nipples pinch into rock-hard tips. “Tell me,” Zeric continued, lips pressed to her mons, “what you want me to do.”
She looked down the length of her body, across her heaving breasts and clenching stomach into intense gold eyes. Eyes that had burnt an indelible mark on her soul.
Her lips parted – to tell him to fuck her with his masterful, talented tongue, to suckle her sex and bite her clit. Her lips parted and she said…

And here's the buy link (hint hint)

The Boundaries: Agent - hot, raunchy deadly sex in space!

2006-12-05T11:16:00.000+11:00

HOT FUZZ

OMG! Check out this trailer for the next movie from the guys that gave us all Shaun of the Dead - one of the funniest movies ever made! It's hilarious!!

Hot Fuzz trailer!! Watch it NOW!!!!

2006-12-01T21:05:00.000+11:00

DAMIEN LEITH

Australian Idol this year was amazing (I've been an Aussie Idol Addict from Season 1) but I immediately became hooked on one entrants voice - Irish-born, Damien Leith. I lost track how often I voted but let me say, last Sunday night (after sitting for over FOUR hours on the steps of the Sydney Opera House) I lost my voice squealing with joy when HE WON!!!!

Damien Leith is not only 2006 Australian Idol but has one of the most amazing, hypnotic and beautiful voices I've heard.... and he seems like a truly nice bloke to boot.

So please head over to his myspace damien leith and check out who he is. Oh, and listen to his song Sky. It is haunting!
(And as soon as I work out how, I'll add the song to my own myspace page. Anyone care to tell me how?)

Congratulation, Damien! Yay!!!

2006-11-29T22:34:00.000+11:00

A Review To Blow Your Mind!

Well, it blew mine anyways. : )

This is one of the most amazing reviews I've received. AND the reviewer (the wonderful Isabelle over at RRT) compares me to Stephen King!!!!! OMG, I'm still floating!

Here's just a little peek - "SHADOW WHISPERS is a terrifying blend of eroticism and horror. The writing is impeccable and draws the reader in to the twisted tale with outstanding characterization, tremulous terror and curiosity as to who and what haunts Tess."

Check out the whole review here...
RRT Shadow Whispers review

2006-11-14T23:47:00.000+11:00

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT???

My website is finally up-to-date!!! With a few little changes and a really BIG contest!! Check it out! NOW!!!!

2006-11-06T17:16:00.000+11:00

FIVE BEAUTIFUL ANGELS FOR SHADOW WHISPERS

The most wonderful Rachelle at Fallen Angel Reviews has this to say about Shadow Whispers...
"Okay, I feel as if I need to say a few Hail Mary’s after reading this deliciously creepy story about an ethereal and its human muse. Jared and Tess’ mind trysts were so vivid and powerfully seductive I found myself on the verge of exploding on more than one occasion. Lexxie Couper continues to earn her reputation of being a superior author. An excellent manipulator of the written word, in her latest story she plays with the dark side of love and obsession and shows how even in death they can still haunt you. Shadow Whispers is an intense psychological thriller full of eroticism and disturbing passions. The well-developed storyline is only part of the reasons why I found myself excited about the story from beginning to end. Ms. Couper’s ability to place me inside of Tess’ mind and experience her fears and desires made this a definite “must read again” book. I can’t say that everyone who reads this story will be as impressed but if you like your love stories to play around with the darker side of love and life, I guarantee you won’t be disappointed."

Rachelle, I think I love you!!! Thank you soooo much!

Lexxie

2006-10-29T15:08:00.000+11:00

MIGRAINES SUCK

That's all! :(

Buried at PhotoCasket.com

2006-10-26T22:34:00.000+10:00

TEASING YOU...

This is a tiny snippet form my WIP. I hope you like it! : )

Stepping into the dark den, he pulled a small transparent rod from a hidden compartment in his jacket and slid it into the holo-generator, standing still as the room suddenly pulsed with a vibrant purple light. A slight buzz filled the room – a sign the generator was probably black-market – and then a woman appeared before him, red hair a tumbled mass of copper-fire falling about her face and bare shoulders, green eyes flashing as they fell on him. “Hello, Tornada,” the holo-projection of Jai’Enna Ti said, voice tinny and hollow. “Shall we play?”

2006-10-19T16:22:00.000+10:00

Stephen King and Frank Darabont together again!!! YAY!!

I love Stephen King's books. I love Frank Darabont's films. Shawshank Redemption is my favourite film - a Frank Darabont flim based on a Stephen King novella... so imagine how happy I was to read this at moviehole.net when I came home from work this afternoon....

"Someone's Mist Opportunity
October 19, 2006
Dimension Films have snapped up the rights to the Stephen King novella ..The Mist.. and have tapped Frank Darabont (..The Green Mile..) to transform it into a feature.

According to Variety, Darabont - who also directed the film version of King adaptation ..The Shawshank Redemption.. .. will direct from his own script.

King entrusted the rights to him several years ago, when Darabont had a first-look deal at Paramount. Darabont is in the final stages of reclaiming rights to his script.

"It's a project Stephen King and I have been talking about doing for almost 20 years now," Darabont said. "In fact, it almost was my first directing project many years ago, but I went classy and did "The Shawshank Redemption" instead. It's time to get down and dirty and make a nasty little character-driven gut-punch horror movie."

Dimension co-chairman Bob Weinstein and production president Richard Saperstein have set a spring production start for the film, which Darabont will produce with Castle Rock's Martin Shafer and Liz Glotzer. The latter steered "Shawshank Redemption" and "The Green Mile."

Published in 1985 as part of King's short story collection "Skeleton Crew," "The Mist" takes place in a small town where a thick mist engulfs the area, killing those caught in its darkness. Terrified survivors seek refuge in a supermarket, while a swarm of murderous critters tries to get in.

Weinstein cited that dual fright dynamic as his prime attraction to the project.

"I'm a fan of films like 'Saw,' 'Wolf Creek' and 'Hostel,' but when I started Dimension, Stephen King and his ability to create real character-based thrills in 'Misery,' 'Carrie' and 'The Shining' was an inspiration for the kind of films I wanted to make," Weinstein said. "This is a great opportunity to get one of those classic properties and to work with Frank, who handles Stephen's work so well."

Thomas Jane is in talks to star."

Yay!! I'm as excited as I was when I heard Steven Spielberg was making the Transformers movie (and that's pretty excited). Now my only question is...

... who the hell is Thomas Jane???

2006-10-18T13:51:00.000+10:00

Contests

This month I'm giving the ENTIRE Devarian Revolutions series by the wonderful Sierra Dafoe (or three CP ebooks of the winners choice if they already have Sie's books - and let's face it, who doesn't? ). To be in the running, read the following interview with the delicious lady herself and then answer this question: What is the best sound in the world for Sie?

Email the correct answer to me lexxie@lexxiecouper.com by 31st October.

*Last Month’s Winner. Congrats to Joy K who won my September contest. Now I know Joy ALREADY has Shadow Whispers (can you feel my hug, Joy? ) so she now gets to PICK any THREE ebooks by Emma Ray Garrett OOORRR any TWO Emma Ray books and any ONE of my books (does that make sense?) A HUGE thank you to everyone who entered (despite my MAJOR stuff up when I first sent the newsletter out!)

Eight Ridiculous Questions With… Sierra Dafoe

It was Sierra Dafoe's turn to be subjected to the EIGHT RIDICULOUS QUESTIONS. I reckon she handled the pressure to perfection. If you're not familiar with Sierra's work yet, I gotta ask.... Where have you BEEN? Her books blow me away. Seriously. Sierra is also the honorary Over-seas Grandma of Peanut, so she has a very special place in my heart and home.

1. When was the last time you dug a hole, and what did you put in it? Eight years ago and my first husband. LOL! No, no, I've only been married once (or so I claim NOW, hee!) and I've still got him. Seriously, the last thing was tulip bulbs. (I thought I should mark the spot, don'tchya know...)

2. How far is too far? About three "Stop"s after just enough!

3. If they were to make a movie of your life, who would play you? Some actress angling for an Oscar nomination for "most screwed up performance", I think. :-) If I had my druthers, it'd be Kate Hepburn!

4. Are you a scruncher or a folder? Definitely a scruncher. This is why hubby #2 (uh, number ONE -- really!) does the laundry. (Also explains why I've kept him!)

5. If you were a master criminal, what type would you be? A murderess, says my hubby. ACK!

6. What's the best sound in the world? Aspen leaves rusting an an autumn wind. That or rain on a tin roof. Or the crackling of a campfire. Or the hiss marshmallows make when you're toasting 'em -- yummmm!

7. Can you define happiness? Nope. But I sure know what it is when it's there!

8. How long is a piece of string? Long enough to tie him to the bedposts!

Sie lives here - http://www.darkerdesires.com Go visit her. She'll make your head spin. I promise!

2006-10-06T13:39:00.000+10:00

VISITING MY FOLKS IN TAMWORTH...

So I'm off line a bit, but wanted to list my TOP FIVE 'things' right now!!!

Ready?

1/ 'House' - love it sooooo much we watch it from the web (cause Down Here in Oz the second season's not even fiished yet!!)
2/ 'Soul Tripping' by Renee George. This is soooooooo good I've read it at least five times!!
3/ 'Monster House'. What a great, spooky and entertaining family flick (best watched in the dark with a sexy man/woman to snuggle into)
4/ David Tennant - see previous blog. *sigh*
5/ The trailer for the upcoming film '300' Check it out - 300

OK, that's it for a bit.

Keep laughing,

Lexx

2006-10-03T22:29:00.000+10:00

KISSES!!! FIVE of 'em!!

Frost's Utterly Amazing Review

Frost at Two Lips Reviews says the most wonderful things about 'Shadow Whispers'. Like....

"This book is captivating from sentence one, and before I had turned the first page I knew I could not put it down until finished. I also knew I had found a new cherished re-read as well. Whether the reader is empathizing with the independent yet incredibly victimized Tess, pondering the strange actions of the Kangaroo Creek residents, gasping at Adrien’s insane stalking, or sizzling with the talents of Tess’s dream lover, there won’t be a single dull moment in this roller-coaster of emotions and swift-moving plot. The always skillful Lexxie Couper has surely surpassed even her customary talent with Shadow Whispers, a tale which without a doubt is one of the best I have read in quite some time. Readers will find this story lingers in the mind for a long, long, time."

Thank you, Frost. I think you're wonderful! : )

2006-10-03T21:27:00.000+10:00

OCTOBER'S NEWSLETTER IS OUT!!!

Yep!! Only TWO days late! WOW!! How the bloody hell did I do that? Damned if I know, but it's done. If you want to check it out and you're NOT on my mailing list jump over here now and join up. The BEST Newsletter EVER!! C'mon..... you know you want to. *grin*

This month I'm giving the ENTIRE Devarian Revolutions series by the wonderful Sierra Dafoe (or three CP ebooks of the winners choice if they already have Sie's books - and lets face it, who doesn't? ). To be in the running.... (well, you'd know how this sentence finished if you received my newsletter *grin* You'd also know why the very delectable Guy Pearce is smouldering away at the top of this post. Yes, yes, I know... I'm a b*tch)

Still love me?

Lexx

2006-09-28T17:57:00.000+10:00

SHADOW WHISPERS

OUT NOW!!

Tess Darcy moved to Kangaroo Creek to escape her past. But she may have made a mistake. There are strange things happening in Kangaroo Creek… a town where nightmares can become the most pleasant of dreams, and the most pleasant of dreams can become the most horrific of nightmares. She’s had plenty of fodder for nightmares in her life lately, but that’s not what’s waking her up at night, heart pounding and nerves jumping. She’s having some really hot -- hot! -- dreams full of naked flesh and moonlight. Every night, the same man visits her… and leaves her wanting more. But her dream lover is about to reveal his true intentions.
What Tess doesn’t know is that a Watcher has been sent for her protection. Jared is tempted every night as he watches Tess writhing in her dreams. If he falls into temptation, he’ll be sent to Hell. And if he fails in his mission to protect her, Tess may not survive her dreams.

Check It Out Here

2006-09-27T14:12:00.000+10:00

MY TALENTED FRIEND

Do you all know Renee George? She writes the hottest m/m stuff around. Well, not only is she a talented author, she's also a bloody talented artist!! And boy, when she creates she really CREATES!! Isn't this centaur beautiful! I can lamost feel his hair and I want to stroke him so badly my hands itch!

*sigh*

If you haven't met Renee yet go visit her at Romance The Night

God, isn't he delicious....

2006-09-24T09:47:00.000+10:00

TESTING... TESTING... ONE TWO THREE

Please bare with me for a bit today, Good People. I'm trying to teach myself all sorts of blog-fun!

The first is how to put a link in my post.

Let's see, does this work? It should link to a film site called JoBlo

2006-09-22T16:08:00.000+10:00

GETTING PROPOSED TO...

by one of my students!!

Yep, that's right. He's done it again. One of my Year 10 boys (whom I shall refer to from here on in as Braces) popped the question again today. Now, when I say, pop the question, what I'm saying is he tells me, in front of the WHOLE class (that's 30 16 year old boys) that if Mr Couper's not doing his 'thing' properly, he's more than happy to step in to the job. "I'm talkin' a life commitment here, Miss."

Now there are two ways to respond to a sixteen year old boy under the influence of a hormonal-induce crush - you can let him down gently or you can crush his spirit, hopes and dreams. I opted for the first choice. I gave him a grin and said "Braces, maybe in another time and another life... Y'know, one where I'm not twice your age."

Would this say to you - 'that's sweet, Braces, but no' or would this say 'Oh, Braces, if only I could whip you away to another place I'd have my wicked way with you'? Y'know how Braces took it? Yep, the latter. During playground duty later today (which I love during Australian spring, but detest during Australian summer), a horde of Year Ten boys came runnning at me, telling me thay'd heard ALL about my 'horn-on' for Braces and how I was planning to leave my husband from him when he leaves school in two years time.

*sigh*

I guess I should have crushed him. How on earth am I going to explain this to the DH??? *grin*

Yours in perpetual disarray,

L

2006-09-21T22:17:00.000+10:00

WEBSITE IS UP-To-DATE!!

Well, almost! : )

2006-09-19T21:57:00.000+10:00

AN APOLOGY

I know my website is terribly out of date. It will be updated tomorrow night, I promise. My husband is my Webmaster and things aren't going that smoothly for his health lately. I hope you understand.

To make ammends - here's this month's Eight Ridiculous Question... With Emma Ray Garrett (who I absolutely adore!)

How far is too far? What to drive?? Fly?? Walk?? ROFLMAO!!? Seriously, too far for me is kiddies and scat.? Pretty much everything else is fair game.

Can you define happiness? Chocolate on chocolate on chocolate ice cream!? LOL!

What's the best sound in the world? My kids giggles. Nothin' like it.

What music would you like played at your funeral? Some good Scots music, oh and Black No. 1 by Type O Negative, MWAHAHAHAHA!

Would you rather lose an arm or a leg? Leg, it weighs more.

Are you a folder or a scruncher? If your talking about laundry, a folder. If you mean tacos, whichever way gets them down my gullett the fastest, LMAO!

Spit or swallow? ROFL, neither. He knows better than to get *that* in my mouth. Since my first child, I can't swallow anymore. Oh, wait, did you mean food I don't like?? LMAO, definitely spit.

If you were a porn star, what would be your name? Emma Ray, of course!

Now if you're not already a member, feel free to pop over to my newsletter group and become one. This month I'm giving away TWO of Emma Ray's most amazing books, plus Shadow Whispers! Hey, gotta love that, right? (Here's the addy - cause I ain't worked out how to create a link yet - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LXC_Newsletter/ )

Oh, and can you believe it - now I have bloody HAYFEVER!!!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Sneezily yours,

Lexxie

2006-09-16T22:10:00.000+10:00

WHAT PEANUT SAID TODAY...

I went to Sydney today (took my mum to see The Boy From Oz *grin*) so the DH had Peanut today ALL BY HIMSELF!!!!

Firstly, she poops her nappy (diaper) in a shop, reaches in and pulls it out to show him - something she has NEVER done before. EVER!!

Then, after he carried her to the loo and cleans her up - she begins to ask "Can we go to the shops to buy a sister?" According to the DH she asks him this at least TEN times before he loses it and says "No!" which she promptly bursts into tears and cries out "I want a SISTER!" and then "Muuuummmmmy!"

Suffice to say, toilet training begins in earnest tomorrow and we're thinking about 'doing some shopping' - yep..... you heard me right..... another little Couper may be on the way anytime after May next year. *grin*

2006-09-15T21:06:00.000+10:00

OK, SO I'M REALLY TIRED

There are lots of things I would like to tell you about: my daughter's transition from her cot (crib) to her 'big girl's bed', my current Works In Progress (I have FOUR, can you believe it!?), my husband's improved health, the fact I'm going to see Hugh Jackman in The Boy From Oz tomorrow with my mum, my mutt's recent rush to the vet and the proposal I received from one of my Year 10 students today (which still makes me giggle when I think about it).

Yep, there are lots of things I would like to tell you.... but I've been out for dinner and have had two vodkas and lime so I'm feeling a little ... well, a little 'unstable' shall we say...

So, TOMORROW night I will tell you all about my date with Hugh, OK? And maybe describe how my student popped the question. *grin*

Till then,

Lots of sloppy kisses,

Lexx

2006-09-10T21:33:00.000+10:00

WANT A WIP TEASE??

Here it is. From my first FULL-LENGTH erotic sci-fi called 'Highest Bidder'.

Chapter 1

Earth. 4216.76 New Time.

Dreylan Tarq was but two steps into The Puckered Tip when someone tried to kill him.

The Prijchan blade, short, black and lethally sharp, snickered through the space just to the right of his head, so close he felt the dank air ripple in its path. With a silent growl, Dreylan reached up, snatched it from the air and – with just a slight flick of his wrist - sent it flinging it back through the sex-club’s heady artificial environment. Straight into the forehead of the Prijcha who threw it.

There was a dull pop, followed by an ear-splitting squeal that silenced the raucous club. The crowd reeled as one. Seconds before the hulking blue-skinned Prijcha dropped to the filthy floor with a ground-shuddering thud, the black hilt of the knife jutting out between his two bulging eyes.

Dreylan turned away from the jerking form, casting an almost bored look over the gaping, silent partiers. “Anyone else want a go?”

No one said a word. Or dared draw a breath.

“Good,” Dreylan nodded. “Cause I’m thirsty.”

So? What do you think?

2006-09-10T19:44:00.000+10:00

STEVE IRWIN

I'm not very good with this type of thing, but I wanted to show my respect and love for a man who encapsulated what it means - to me - to be an Aussie. Steve Irwin was a larrikin of the truest order. He had a love of animals and deep desire for the world to share that love, as well as a natural ability to educate and entertain. While some Australians cringed at his colloquialisms and charged him with lowering the world's view of Australia, to most he was a good bloke with a great sense of humour and a way with words that hearkened back to the days when it was totally OK to call someone 'mate' without being accused of being misogynistic or politically incorrect. I grew up in the country, away from Big City snobbery, and can say in all honesty Steve's way of talking - and his enthusiasm for all living creatures - was an everyday part of my life. Despite living in a big city now, I still use words like 'crikey', 'struth' and 'fair dinkum' regularly. Whenever I heard Steve Irwin use such words, I would always smile and get a warm glow - I am a proud Aussie and so was he. Perhaps the one of the proudest.

Irwin was a passionate conservationist and believed in promoting environmentalism by sharing his excitement about the natural world rather than preaching to people. He was concerned with conservation of endangered animals and land clearing leading to loss of habitat. He considered conservation to be the most important part of his work: "I consider myself a wild-life warrior. My mission is to save the world's endangered species." Irwin bought "large tracts of land" in Australia, Vanuatu, Fiji and the United States, which he described as "like national parks" and stressed the importance of people realising that they could each make a difference. He had urged people to take part in considerate tourism and not support illegal poaching through the purchase of items such as turtle shells, or shark-fin soup.

His untimely death is shocking and will leave a massive hole in the hearts of many people. It is a great loss and my condolences go out to his family, Terri, Bindi and Bob.

Lexxie

2006-09-06T17:57:00.000+10:00

WINNERS!!!!!!!!

Firstly, a BIG thank you to everyone who sent me congrats on my 1st anniversary! You all made my day! *kiss*

Secondly, I have two wonners to announce - Contest #1 The lucky lady was Evadne. YAY for Evadne!! Evadne gets her choice of any FOUR books by Renee George (who is, in case I haven't mentioned it already, one of the sweetest people I know!).

Contest #2's winner is Dawn M! Dawn gets a $15 Gift Credit at Changeling Press. Dawn, when you go shopping can I recommend picking up anything by a little Aussie author? *grin*

So there you go. Dawn and Evadne! I hope you love your prizes, and thank you to everyone else who entered!

2006-08-24T23:07:00.000+10:00

My Monthly Contests!!!

OK, so I've been incredibly slack this month and have NOT updated my website. I know, I know... Pathetic, Lexxie. If I tell you both my husband AND daughter have been sick this month, will I be excused?? Pleeeease?

Anyway, I still ran a contest for August and if I'd been up-to-date, the following is what you would have found on my website.....Ready?

CONTEST #1 (Note the 1. There's another contest further down too!)

This month I'm giving not one but TWO books by Renee George (winner's choice). To be in the running, click on the following link (http://www.changelingpress.com/content.php?utype=note&uid=678), read the excerpt and then answer this question: Who does the hunky stranger quote when kissing Erin?

Email the correct answer to me lexxie@lexxiecouper.com by 31st August.

Eight Ridiculous Questions With……… Renee George

This month Renee George subjected herself to the Questions (and I gotta say, she did a damn good job of them to, don't you think?)

Renee is the author of the intensely hot and erotically charged The Beast series, as well as the moving Black Thunder and wicked Twin Flame. Oh, and Deadly Sins: Avarice (which makes me all hot and squirmy when I read it! )

"The sex scenes are hotter than a box of firecrackers... The vampires in this story have some unique qualities that make them different from typical vampires found in many romance novels... Ms. George has created a fascinating world of unconventional vampires that I enjoyed reading about. The Beast: Taking Back Control is a keeper!"
-- Susan White, Just Erotic Romance Reviews

"Renee George is a talented story teller enticing you into a world of magic, wizards, spells, sex and love. [She] takes me away from reality into the world she has woven with all those magical words to hook me in!"
-- Wendi, Fallen Angel Reviews

1.Ever knowingly broke the law? Yes. *grin* Okay, so only traffic laws, but they are laws all the same!

2. Are you a moaner, a screamer or completely silent? (You know what I mean ) Yes, yes, and no. LOL

3. Can you stand the sight of your own blood? Of course. I'm a vampire after all. Though I prefer the blood of the innocent. *grin*

4. Ever tried cross-dressing? LMAO, yes.

5. Who is your favourite Muppet? Zoot, the saxaphone player in the muppet band. Something sexy about a blue guy playing a sax. lol.

6. If you were a sex-toy you'd be...? A vibrating cock ring, lol.

7. Weirdest place you've ever 'done it'? A cemetary, lol. When my DH and I were dating, we went parking in a cemetary that was supposedly haunted. It was some spooky, titilating fun. *grin*

8. If you were a vegetable, which would you be and why? Broccoli. It's the worlds most perfect veggie, lol. Tasty and chalk full of neccessary vitamins and minerals. I like to think of myself in the same way. LOL.

*Renee is one of the sweetest people I know. I can honestly say she is the closest thing to a sister I have. Love ya, Renee!
She can be found hanging out at http://romance-the-night.com

See? That's an easy one!! Get cracking - you have until the end of the month to enter!

Now, onto CONTEST #2!!

Twelve months ago my very first book ever was released - Shifting Lust 1: The Chamelyon's Curse!! To celebrate, I'm running a contest.

EVERYONE who enters will receive a coupon code entitling them to 5% off a single shopping spree at Changeling Press.

The WINNER will receive a $15 Changeling Press gift credit voucher!

To be enter, all you need to do is rock over to my author page at
Changeling Press http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=62
and tell me WHO created the Shifting Lust covers AND which book received the JERR Silver Star Award.

Email me the answers by the end of the month and I will email you the coupon code so you can shop, shop, shop!

Keep laughing and happy reading,

Lexxie

2006-08-22T22:05:00.000+10:00

I messed up today and hurt a really good friend.

I hope you forgive me, Good Buddy. I'm sorry.

: (

2006-08-22T12:10:00.000+10:00

SHADOW WHISPERS' COVER

It's gorgeous, isn't it!!

Zuri - the artist - is amazing. If you haven't seen any of her work yet, check out http://spookeriffic.deviantart.com/prints

She truly is talented... with a very wicked sense of style! *grin*

2006-08-19T21:56:00.000+10:00

MEET MY NEW OBJECT OF LUST

David Tennant.

I still can't pin-point WHAT exactly makes me go all squirmy, wet and horny over David Tennant. I know he's not a drop-dead gorgeous hunk like Brad Pitt. I know he's not a dangerous, Omega like Huge Jackman (OK, when he's in Wolverine mode, not Peter Allen). But damn it, he pushes ALL my buttons.

I first discovered him in the BBC drama/comedy Cassanova, about the famous Italian lover called... well, Cassanova, funnily enough. I used to melt each night I watched it and my husband got lucky each night AFTER I watched it. Then Tennant took over the iconic role of Dr Who, that most famous Time Lord (a character I have grown up with) and I fell irretrievably in lust. If he turned up at my door and said "Come with me, Lexxie" I'd float out the door and not think twice about it (well, OK, maybe twice *grin*).

He just commands the screen. There's a playfulness to him that is infectious and a 'don't piss me off or you'll be sorry' edge that makes his sexiness just that little bit aggressive. If you haven't seen him in anything yet, try and catch an episode of Dr Who. I think (if my internet trawling is correct) the Sci-Fi Channel in the US is scheduled to run the latest series. If you can't do that, just sit and stare at his image for a while. I know I do. Often! *grin*

Want a more objective bio?

David Tennant is the stage name of David MacDonald, (born 18 April 1971 - Wow!! Only FOUR days after me!!!) a Scottish actor, from Bathgate, West Lothian, best known as the tenth actor to portray the Doctor in the television series Doctor Who.
Already a well-known theatre actor, he achieved wider fame in the United Kingdom for his TV roles in Casanova and Doctor Who. International audiences know him best for playing Barty Crouch Jr. in the film adaptation of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
In December 2005, The Stage newspaper listed Tennant at #6 in its "Top Ten" listing of the most influential UK television artists of the year, citing his roles in Blackpool, Casanova, Secret Smile and Doctor Who. In January 2006, readers of the British gay and lesbian newspaper The Pink Paper voted Tennant the "Sexiest Man in the Universe" over David Beckham and Brad Pitt. A poll of over 10,000 women for the March 2006 issue of New Woman magazine ranked him 20th in their list of the "Top 100 Men".

2006-08-18T21:03:00.000+10:00

SHADOW WHISPERS

I had to share the almost complete cover of my next Changeling Press release, Shadow Whispers, cause it's sooooooo beautiful. As soon as I write a blurb for the book, I'll post it (and a snippet to tease you). But ya just gotta love that art work, doncha. Zuri (the artist) is a talented genius!

2006-08-10T22:55:00.000+10:00

TOO MUCH SEX??

I'm going to come back to this one, cause I'm exhausted and am just about to go to bed, but having received a new review for Deadly Sins: Anger that mentions the amount of sex scenes in the book as excessive, I'm wondering.... when does lots of sex become TOO much?

Thoughts anyone?

2006-08-09T15:41:00.000+10:00

Does Anyone Ever Come Here?

:(

Let me know if you do. Pleeeease?

2006-08-09T15:21:00.000+10:00

WOWEE, WOWEE, WOWEE!!!!!

OK, so life has been pretty crappy of late. My daughter has been very sick with an ear infection that turned nasty and moved to her chest, my husband has been battling the flu which - like all men *grin* makes him very grumpy - and because both are unwell I've been stupidly sleep-deprived so my writing has suffered. In fact, I'm so over deadline on my latest WIP I think my editor (the very wonderful Chrissie) is close to jumping on a plane to strangle me personally. Added to all that, I've been going through a period of self-doubt: am I really a writer or just kidding myself? The kind of paranoia that ALL writers experience, I know, but this hit me while tired, stressed and suffering PMS - not a good combination to be sure. So, yesterday morning - after the night from Hell with a very sick and unhappy Peanut - I shuffled out to the kitchen, eyes burning from another night without sleep, checked my email and found this review from Suni at Just Erotic Romance Reviews.....

Ira McKenzie has never been able to control his anger. It has gotten him into so much trouble over the years, but he could not seem to change, until Ricki entered his life. Suddenly, Ira found peace. It was unexplainable, but Ira’s more than willing to toss reason aside and go along with his newfound happiness. Then Shahla and the Agrippa ruined it all. Shahla was just as deadly as she was attractive and Ira could not resist her. However, if Ira planned on having a life with Ricki he had to find a way.

“Jesus save me” was the first words that came to my mind while reading Deadly Sins: Anger. Lexxie Couper had me so scared, I felt like cowering in my closet with a blanket over my head. Then I had to rethink that idea, because the closet was too dark for my liking. Believe me when I say that Lexxie Couper’s tale will singe your eyebrows. The Agrippa wielded its power on unsuspecting mortals and their libidos as only a being from hell could. If that was not enough to make my pulse race, Ricki and Ira went at each other numerous times and with a fierceness that I could only envy. I was dealing with a double-edged sword, because while the sex was outstanding, the plot was frighteningly scary. Luckily, I read Deadly Sins: Anger during daylight hours. I’m positive nightmares would have assaulted me otherwise. The Agrippa and Shahla were scary enough to cause King Kong to tuck tail and run. I was elated and surprised that Ira and Ricki stood their ground. These two characters had more backbone than any I’ve ever read before, and that is saying something. They were unforgettable and totally believable. Everything happened fast for them, but never did I question their relationship. Their attraction for one another was instant and they did not hesitate to act upon their feelings in the most intimate of ways. Fate brought them together, but their connection was what kept them satisfying each other mentally and physically. Man, did Ira and Ricki go at it, a number of times. The sex sizzled just as much as their love. Their time together was frantic with hints of desperation that caused me to turn the pages faster. Several times, I was terrified their relationship would not survive, but I had the same thoughts about their lives. They faced incredible danger and a powerful nemesis, which made me root for them even harder. I could only hope that Ira’s anger might work in his advantage, just once. The villains were just as intense. Shahla did not believe in mercy. If she thought for one second that Ira had no more fight in him, she would have used that to her advantage. Speaking of Shahla, she was one insidious creature. I’m sure I have never read about anyone like her, and I am proof positive that this was one experience I do not want to relive. I have to congratulate Ms. Couper on her creation of Shahla. To have a character that is so powerful that she transcends paper is a testament to how brilliant of a writer she is. It does not hurt that I did not see poor grammar or incorrect spellings throughout the story, bravo to Ms. Couper and her editor.

All of the characters in Deadly Sins: Anger were tremendous. No way will I forget them anytime soon. I am sad to see them go, but happy at the same time. My heart could only take so much. The plot of Deadly Sins: Anger was dynamic and the sex was thrilling. I could not have asked for anything more. My meal was served to me on a silver platter and I am most appreciative. I just might die if I read this story again, but I certainly plan on it. Deadly Sins: Anger deserves every accolade I have bestowed upon it, especially the Silver Star Award.

Suni Farrar
Just Erotic Romance Reviews

Suffice to say, my jaw hit the kitchen bench, I rubbed my tired eyes to be sure I wasn't seeing things, and then - when I realised it was true - did the Fruit-Bat Flap of Delight!! If there is one this that will restore my very fragile self esteem, it's a great review. For those that don't know, A JERR SILVER STAR AWARD award is presented to ... "those exceptional short books consisting of 100 pages or less. The ones the reviewer feels she won't forget because of its exceptional quality. It engaged the senses in a way that she became the story, that she couldn't lay it down and would return time and again. These books are the best of the best." (http://www.justeroticromancereviews.com/features/bookreviews/index.asp)

I was speachless. Truly, I was. The grin still hasn't left my face.

I need to thank four very speacial people - Chrissie, my editor who knows more than I ever will, Emma Ray, my invaluable sounding board who tells it exactly like it is, Renee, my soul-sister who I discovered during the course of writing Anger, and my husband who sat up with me some nights until 2am to read scene after scene. To the Magic Four - I love you ALL!!

2006-07-26T15:57:00.000+10:00

OK, so this is me! *grin* Well, sorta!

I'm trying to work out how to put this picture in my profile! Grrrrrrrrrr. I wish I wasn't techno-ly challenged!

2006-07-26T15:11:00.000+10:00

A WORK IN PROGRESS TEASE

I'm currently writing an erotic horror called Shadow Whispers. It's set in a small rural town in Australia (Kangaroo Creek - but the locals just call it the Creek).

Here's a little snippet. Enjoy!

Sucking her tongue deeper into his wet mouth, her lover moved his knees between hers, pressing her flatter to the floor with a bulk that somehow felt lighter than smoke. His hands left her breast and she whimpered in protest. She sensed, rather than heard his responding chuckle. As his mouth continued to drink from hers he pulled on her thighs, inching his palms down her legs until she locked them around his hips. The action thrust his cock harder against her cunt and a moan rolled in her throat as scorching bolts of white lust shot straight to her clit. Fuck, he was good. A master-craftsman, and she was his creation. A being forged from cold despair to become an object of burning, wanton desire.

Hands scouring up his back, she tangled her fingers in his silken hair and yanked up his head. She dragged the tip of her tongue up the bowed column of his neck, luxuriating in the gelidity of his smooth skin. He tasted like the night.

His Adam’s apple moved under her lips as an inaudible groan sounded in his throat. The response flooded her cunt with wet heat. She knew he wanted to pleasure her, but rarely did he let her know how much she pleasured him. The six times he’d come to her in her sleep he’d taken her to blissful release without once demanding anything of her - *the perfect dream lover* - but now his consuming desire had moved beyond the blaze in his eyes, the fevour of his actions. Now she knew she affected him too.

She moved her lips up his neck, let her teeth nip at his earlobe as her fingers moved to the hard pebbles of his nipples. His cock twitched as she dragged her thumbs across each and she felt new beads of pre-cum squeeze from its hot head.

*The only warm part of his body...*

The thought flittered through her befuddled brain, unimportant.

Ignored.

God, she wanted this so much. Wanted to have him fill her. Fuck her until the end of time.

Wanted so much for it to be more than a dream.

As if he heard her, the silent man lifted his head, staring at her with eyes that blazed. *It is more, Tess...*

The soundless words moved from his lips to her ears and Tess gasped. “You sp-“

He didn’t let her finish.

With a thrust that was both brutal and total, his cock plunged into her willing sex. So deep she felt its bulbous head press the wall of her sex.

“Oh, God!” She threw back her head, sinking her nails into his shoulders as he drove into again. Yet even as she did, her hands seem to grasp nothing.

*You’re going mad!*

Balls, heavy and hot with desire, slapped against her ass as he penetrated her again, again, again. Yes, she was going mad. A clear case of sexual insanity.

The fire roared higher. Devouring oxygen.

Lush lips fell on her neck, like ice on her sweat-slicked shoulder. Teeth nipped at her fevered flesh as a cock that grew larger and larger with every thrust, punched deeper into her pussy. Invading not only her sex, but her being as well. Filling her. Consuming her.

Possessing her.

So? What do you think?? S'OK, so far?

2006-07-26T14:31:00.000+10:00

Shifting Lust 3: The Bounty Hunter's Prize gets some COFFEE, FLAGS AND STARS!!!

Three reviews have landed in my inbox for Shifting Lust 3: The Bounty Hunter's Prize!

Let's start with what the fabulous Regina at Coffee TIme Romance has to say about Kyra and Raiven's tale...

"Ms. Couper is a great writer! This book has everything from hot sex to action to romance. While the story is a bit graphic and violent in places, it kept me on the edge of my seat. Just when I thought I knew what was going to happen, the author inserted another healthy dose of twist and turn. A great read, and one I would recommend to anyone who enjoys science fiction with a dash of adventure and steamy sex! Four cups!"

Weeeeeeeeeeee! I'm doing the fruit-bat flap of happiness!! *grin*

Check out the full review here

http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/BookReviews/Shiftinglust3thebountyhuntersprize.html

Then there's Tallyn at JERR who give it 4.5 stars...

"Lexxie Couper has written a very erotic, passionate and romantic sci-fi adventure that I could not put down...The sex scenes, forced or craved, are so hot that toys are a must and extra batteries should be on hand...Shifting Lust 3: The Bounty Hunter’s Prize is a fascinating science fiction tale with the right amount of naughty bits that will have you craving for more. A definite keeper!"

And the last of the three - from the delightful Annie at Euro-reviews who raises FIVE flags for The Bounty Hunter's Prize...

"If you’ve read and loved the first two books in this series, do NOT hesitate to get this one! If you’ve not yet had the pleasure, then by all means, get all 3! There is graphic violence and rough sexuality, but the characters, the suspense, the twists and turns of the convoluted plotting of Lexxie Couper all insure satisfaction for all except perhaps the most delicately sensitive reader!"

You know, I was really worried about how this book would be received. It's very dark and violent which I know some people don't go for, and it's also the final installment in Raiven and Kyra's tale. There were a lot of loose ends to tie up, but I gotta say, some of the knots tied were pretty tangled. *grin* What I did to Kyra was pretty horrible, but what Drean goes through is torturous. But so far the feedback I'm getting is all good!!

I've had some readers ask if Drean will get his own series. The answer is a definite YES! His life has been pretty horrific and I really think his heart needs some TLC. Just who will be the lucky woman to ease his pain is still a mystery to me!

So, three great reviews! And my fruit-bat flap of happiness continues!!!

2006-06-19T21:57:00.000+10:00

JUST IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING

Changeling Press are NOT going out of business.

2006-06-19T21:51:00.000+10:00

Shifting Lust 2: The Warlord's Vengeance...

...gets FIVE (count 'em) FIVE stars from Candy at ecartaromance Sensual. Check it out...
"LexxieCouper continues the story of Kyra and Raiven with gusto. This is an exciting story filled with lava hot sex, action and adventure. The reader will be glued to the pages of this book until the story is over. All I want to know is when the next book in this series comes out. I am looking forward to reading it so I can find out what happens to Kyra and Raiven."

Thank you, Candy. I think I love you!

Zip over here for the full, wonderful, amazing review http://sensual.ecataromance.com/reviews?type=&id=177

2006-06-01T10:22:00.000+10:00

Shifting Lust 2: The Warlord's Vengeance gets some REVIEWS!!!

Wow, look at what the absolutely wonderful Annie over at Euro-Reviews has to say about Kyra and Raiven's second tale...

...
It's a rare pleasure to come upon an ebook i literally could not stop reading. I experienced this with Egyptian Lover 2: Sopdet, and again with this book. I didn't want to eat, be social, sleep,or do anything until I had raced through this book to its ending. THAT is how fast-paced this novella is. My only caution is that the book contains quite a bit of violent and violent sexual encounters, in Couper's futuristic Universe. But I loved this book nonetheless; and although I have not yet read Shifting Lust 1, the first in the series, I definitely will.

Check out the full review here... http://euroreviews.eu.funpic.de/bookdetails.php?book_id=123

Thank you, Annie. I think I love you! *grin*

2006-06-01T10:15:00.000+10:00

SHIFTING LUST 3: THE BOUNTY HUNTER'S PRIZE

Has a cover. I love it. I'd say it's my favourite so far. It captures the relationship between Raiven and Kyra perfectly. *sigh* You know, I will actually miss those two....

2006-06-01T10:09:00.000+10:00

I'VE BEEN AWAY

But now I'm back. Life got really nasty for a bit there. My husband has been unwell, but after a series of tests the dreaded C (cancer) has been ruled out! Yay!!

I also had a deadline to contend with. I think my editor was just about ready to skin me alive. But, after the worst case of writer's block and self-doubt, Shifting Lust 3: The Bounty Hunter's Prize is finished!! Another Yay!!! SL3 is the last in the Shifting Lust series. I had to be special and Kyra and Raiven had to have the ending they deserve. I hope you like it. It's released on the 23rd June at Changeling Press!

My daughter turned 2 in May. TWO! I can't believe it! Where did the last 24 months go? Now my husband and I are having the 'are we going to have another one?' talk. Could I really do it all again?

Anyway, this is but a short note to say Hi to anyone who happens to wander over her. Hi. I'm back.

With a vengeance!

Lexxie

2006-03-16T11:38:00.000+11:00

I, ROBOT

I love this movie. Will Smith equals yummy, even with his taxi-door ears. But the thing that gets me about this movie more than anything else is the robot, Sonny. I don't know why, but in my opinion this completely CG character has more soul and personality than most of the living and breathing actors in Hollywood today. He just seems like a nice person (OK, I know he's not a person, but you know what I mean). To be frank, I'd take an hour in Sonny's company over an aftrnoon with Tom Cruise - now hasn't that guy turned into a complete wacko!

There are elements of the story that annoy me (like why didn't the Doctor just invite Will Smith's cop over for a chat and TELL him what was going on? Did he really have to throw himself out a window?) but, despite my repeated veiwing of the film - it's my 'background noise' when I write - I can't find too much to winge about. If we were to talk about Star Wars Ep 3 on the other hand.....

2006-02-28T12:28:00.000+11:00

MY FRIEND VOLUPTUA SMITH

I have a very good friend (well, I have a few, actually) who writes erotica as only an Aussie can. She's been a bit of a mentor to me for quite some time now - in fact, the very first book I ever wrote Voluptua tore to shreds.... but in a nice way. If it wasn't for her I probably would have given up the whole writer's dream years ago. Anyway, Voluptua has released a collection of short stories called Wild Honey and I just want to brag a little... you know, bask in the reflected glory type thing *grin*... Tammy, over at FallenAngelReveiws has awarded (and quite rightly so) Wild Honey FIVE ANGELS!! http://www.fallenangelreviews.com/2006/February/Tammy-WildHoney.htm

If you want a very good time (both sexually, sensually and humorously) I can't recomend Voluptua's work enough!!

Lexxie

2006-02-12T22:32:00.000+11:00

PROFOUND WORDS

My very good friend, Steve Boiseman (a very talented writer) just sent me this. It made the hairs on my neck prickle. I wanted to share.

What I Know

By

Steve Boiseman

What I know is an illusion.

My reality is the result of my limited senses; sight, sound, touch, smell, kinesics and the filtering carried out by the countless nerves that carry electrochemical signals from those sensory receptors to my brain, where in turn, millions of neuro-transmitters jump the synaptic abyss and in concert create my perceptual world.

The impression I have as a result … consciousness … is so far removed from the original energies of the electromagnetic spectrum, the pulsing of the air, the pressure on my fingertips, the random chemicals flowing into my nostrils and even the tilt of my head, in fact, so altered from their original form, that it is a leap of faith that I take anything at all for granted.

Then, as if this is not enough, that suspect perceptual world is interpreted by my memories, structured by language and assessed as ‘good’ or ‘bad’ by the values assigned by my experience.

It seems I am an explorer in a world of illusion. That the illusion remains constant, from one moment to the next, one minute to the next, one day, one year to the next, is testimony to the robustness of my perceptual systems.

An intriguing aspect of my consciousness, this illusion, is my ‘self talk’, the running commentary I have on my life that plays continually inside my head. Others tell me they have ‘self talk’ too, though what they say to themselves is often remarkably different in tone from mine.

It seems that this ‘self talk’ is the means by which I make ‘sense’ of what my illusory universe is about, it seems as if I am making up the story of my own life. My ‘self talk’, an illusion in itself, in fact becomes my memory.

I am, it seems, the author of my own story.

I have interacted with enough people to know that their perceptual world isn’t quite like mine. Our respective perceptions differ, sometimes on minor points, sometimes on major issues.

Thus I ‘know’ my perceptual world is unique.

It follows that the world’s six billion humans each have such a unique perceptual world. Yet these six billion universes overlap enough so we can live and work together, build cities, fly to the moon, see the sky and call it blue, this, I think, is one of the most remarkable things I know.

It seems to me that this commonality and separateness of individual perceptual universes lends itself to the story teller as a useful tool, but one, like all tools, that requires discipline and precise application.

The words of a story, either spoken or written, will at the same time evoke different yet similar perceptions in the minds of whoever listens or reads them.

For example, the use of just a few words will evoke images or memories of a storm tossed sea, the smell of a newly mown lawn or even the electric brush of lips in a hesitant first kiss.

The listener or reader will perceive the words and then interpret them within the boundaries of their own illusory universe.

This makes the act of listening and reading such a personal and ultimately unique experience. The story teller provides a few cues, a very few, to which the reader attaches their own unique perceptions and memories, and will fill in the gaps of narrative so that not everything has to be said, or written.

Unlike a computer program where everything must be spelled out in tedious detail otherwise the program will not run successfully, the reader’s mind is equipped with all the software required to create the story for themselves.

And this is where strict discipline is required in the author. The specific words used by the writer is of paramount importance. While the reader will make the story up as they go, the writer wants all his (or her) readers to have their unique stories going in the same general direction, to follow the plot to its climax, its theme coherent and apparent, though subtly different, to all.

So, story telling is a matter of balance. The words chosen must be evocative to keep the story interesting, yet solid to keep everyone together, loose, to give the reader freedom, yet tight to maintain the flow of the plot.

Attaining that balance, I think, is what makes good writing extremely hard. Rather, I don’t think good writing is extremely hard, I know.

2006-02-12T20:35:00.000+11:00

POSTING PRIZES

I've been reading the blog of Jaynie R for some time now. I love Jaynie. Not only is she a fellow Aussie, she doesn't hold punches. Tells it like it is. If you haven't been there before, go now!!! http://jaynier.blogspot.com/ Then come back here cause I'm talking about posting prizes.

OK, it seems that there are some authors who don't like posting/won't post to non-US readers. Why?? What's the big deal with sending something to another country? Perhaps because I'm in Australia it's no big deal to me, (we are pretty much on the other side of the world to the majority of the action) but to alienate whole nations because they're not the same as yours is JUST PLAIN RUDE! Writing isn't just about words on paper (or in today's case, words on a screen). It's about making a connection with someone else. If you care little for that connection because of geography than it is YOU that's lacking, not the individual in a country different to yours. Yes, we all have busy lives. Yes, we all have commitments and priorities that consume our days, but for Pete's Sake, how hard is it to swing by a post office on your way home from buying the groceries?

So, for the record. If you win a prize from me I will send it to you NO MATTER WHERE YOU ARE!! That's my promise!

Lexxie

2006-02-10T15:10:00.000+11:00

MY MUSE WON'T BEHAVE

I'm struggling at the moment. I think it's a sleep thing - my little girl has dropped her daytime nap which means I don't get to write/veg/plot/veg/read during the day. It may have been only 60 minutes (90 if I was lucky) but it was a productive 60 minutes, damnit! Even the vegging 60 minutes! It was time-out time and I've worked out time-out time is vital for my brain to reset itself. If my grey matter doesn't reset itself, I switch into vague mode and my muse goes missing.

I've been in vague made for about a week now. Who knows where my muse is?

This means at night, I will sit at my computer (my darling husband recently presented me with a brand new kick-arse Mac to encourage the 'writer's zone' - a phrase I'm sure he read in a Stephen King article once), open my WIP and then proceed to jump around on the net, google myself (a couple of times - you never know when a new site will pop up with my name mentioned in it somewhere!), download trailers, flip about on my fav sights, and generally do ANYTHING apart from work. One of the time-wasting gadgets on my new Mac is a thingy called Dashboard. It's a collection of things one might need in a hurry, ready to go with just the touch of F12. I have one of the 'things' (I know there is a tech name for these 'things' but buggered if I can remember what it is) set to a countdown. It tells me every day how many days left until my WIP is due. Currently it sits at 51. I'm at 5629 words of a 25,000 word manuscript. *sigh* Vague mode jumps up a notch.

So, what do I do when my muse (a cranky bitch with a mean attitude and a meaner glare) won't come out and play? I go and read just about every excerpt available at Changeling Press, Ellora's Cave and/or Loose-Id. I've done this very thing tonight and it makes me realise something. I have so far to go. There are some absolutely amazing, talented, blow-my-mind writers out there. Writers like Vonna Harper (tonight I read the excerpt for Forced. Has anyone read it? Even the cover made me hot and horny!!), Angela Knight and Dakota Cassidy. One day, I want MY name held in the same reverence I hold these writers. So you know what that means? It means it's time to kick my muse in the arse, tell her to stop being a cow and get to fucking work!!

I've had a gutful of her. Vague Mode is over!

Lexxie

2006-02-03T15:58:00.000+11:00

Man.... I HATE technology!

But I think I've done it! What do you think?

2006-02-03T15:26:00.000+11:00

So It Begins.

Here's my first blog. And what am I going to go on about? Well, mainly how bloody hard I found it setting this thing up I guess. In fact, I still don't know if I'm doing it right. If I am I know I'll regret this being my first post. If I'm not doing it right - Yippee! - I won't look back on this and shake my head in self disgust.

Now on a quick side note, whot he hell am I? Lexxie Couper. Erotic Romance author, full time mum and wife, proud dog owner, part-time teacher. There is much more to me and, as this blog progresses I'll spill the beans . If indeed I have worked out how to create it in the first place!

Lexxie