Friday, 19 July 2013

A cheeky little excerpt from Seduce (release date, August 24th, 2013)

My arm slipped around her waist as I led her inside the apartment, she giggled, smiling at me coyly. I threw my jacket toward the couch, missing it by a good distance.

“Can I get you a drink?” I asked my new friend. She shook her head and said something about behaving. Smirking, I shook my head. Now she decided she should behave? Eyeing the selection of scotch on the top shelf of my bar, I chose a bottle of aged double malt. I dropped a few cubes of ice into a glass and poured myself what would be considered in bar terms as a quadruple.

“You like your scotch,” she smiled, her left arm twisted around her back clutching her right elbow. The manoeuvre stuck her chest out a little more and gave me a better look at her cleavage. She’d definitely more than do for the night.

“I love my scotch," I corrected her. "There is nothing better than the feeling of that smooth, velvety liquid gold scorching the back of your throat as it slips down.”

By the end of the sentence I was whispering softly into her ear. Her eyes widened, and she looked almost ready to orgasm then and there. I led her into my bedroom. With one finger, I undid the buttons on the top of her dress, exposing her black and white bra. She had an exceptional rack, and I fought hard to resist the urge to motorboat her.

“This,” I said, tugging at her dress, “needs to go.” She giggled again, her nerves evident. I was sure somewhere in the back of her mind she was screaming ‘I’m about to sleep with Jack Falcon!’ I was happy to give her something to brag to her friends about.

She shuffled the sleeves of her dress down her arms, until it fell in a heap at her feet. Catching her by surprise, she yelped as I spun her around until she lay flat on my bed. Unbuckling my pants, I kept my eyes locked to hers, knowing that girls love it when you make eye contact. It makes them feel like this whole thing is so much more than just sex.

“You’re beautiful,” I muttered, kicking my pants aside.

My fingers trailed up her bare legs until they rested on the lacy edge of her panties. She smiled as I gently eased them down. Tossing them over my shoulder, I began kissing her ankle, slowly working my way up her leg, my eyes firmly connected to hers. She giggled, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. What was up with all the fucking giggling? It was starting to give me a headache.

When I reached her knees, I spread them apart, a smile planted on my face. Curling my hands around her thighs I yanked her to the edge of the bed so that when I knelt down my vision was level with her pussy, my mouth inches from her entrance. She moaned softly as I kissed the inside of her thigh.

Honestly, I avoid giving head wherever possible, but sometimes I’m just in a generous mood, like tonight. Spreading her legs even further apart, I gently licked along the thin strip of pubic hair that had been neatly plucked into place. I felt her hand latch onto the back of my head as she fought the urge to shove my head into her.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her free hand repeatedly banging on the empty bed beside her. I dipped my tongue inside her, sucking hard on her inner lips as if they were a sweet. Though I don’t like to give head, it has nothing to do with me not enjoying it. Quite the opposite actually, because I love the feeling of my tongue roaming the most sensitive areas of a woman’s body. Most of the time it’s just pure laziness as to why I don’t reciprocate.

After a long day working, having a chick drop to her knees to suck my cock without having to so much as wink…why pay for a meal when their handing out samples for free? Anyway back to…hell, I didn’t even know her name.    

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Thursday, 11 July 2013

First chapter from my upcoming novel, Seduce: A prequel to Beautiful Rose.

Chapter One

“Sure, uh, Catherine. Help yourself,” I said, buckling up my pants.

Judging from the expression on her pretty little face, I’d gotten her name wrong. Shit. It was all coming back to me. Catherine was last night. This was Mandy, or Mindy. I reached for her hand, trying to pretend I actually gave a shit.

“Sorry baby, I’m not good with names,” I murmured. With my hand gripping her jaw, I tilted her neck to the left slightly so I could run my tongue along her neck. I could feel her annoyance melt away at my touch. “Help yourself to room service, anything you want. I’ll call you when my meeting is finished.”

I wouldn’t be calling her, and I’m sure on some level she knew that. That makes me sound like a dick, but truthfully, she had gotten just as much out of the night as I had. I’d made her feel like she was the only girl in the world for me, when really, there were dozens just like her who were ready to jump in my bed. I made no secret about who I was or what I wanted, and honestly, any woman willing to go home with me knew what to expect. I was Britain’s most eligible bachelor, the youngest son of property magnate Eric Falcon.

My reputation with women was well documented in all the gossip pages in every magazine, one of which only last week stated I gave more respect to my pet cat than I did to the many women I dated. What can I say? I love my cat.

Really, I’m not as bad as my reputation makes me out to be. In fact, I’d go as far to describe myself as a decent guy. I just have no interest in a relationship that extends beyond a quick fuck when it suits me. I really don’t see how it’s my fault or problem if a chick falls for my boyish charms. Every woman seems to think she can change me, that she somehow has something all the other notches on my belt didn’t have. They’re usually the ones that hang around too long, fall in love with me, and occasionally end up stalking me (though I’ve only once had to employ a restraining order).

The thing is, I’m happy being me and I sure as fuck won’t change for anyone. I don’t need fixing, nor did I have an unhappy childhood. I simply work hard and play harder. I have a good relationship with my parents and my brother (who lives in the U.S). Things are great. I’m exactly where I wanted to be at Twenty-Five years old. I exited the lift on the ground floor of one of the many apartments I owned around London. This particular residence was one I specifically used for my women. I preferred to avoid taking them home whenever possible, mainly because I wanted to keep things as impersonal as possible.

And secondly, because excessive female company upset Mr. Jefferies. I wasn’t kidding about the cat.

You’d be forgiven for not picking me as the cat type. Mr. Jefferies had been part of my life for eight years, after I found him in a drain pipe behind my building as a wet, shivering kitten. Initially I had just planned to drop him off at the shelter, but three days with me and it was clear he wasn’t going anywhere. The newspaper probably wasn’t far off, I do treat Mr. Jefferies with more respect than some of the women I date, but in his defence he worked for it, whereas they haven’t.

Dropping to your knees before you’ve even told me your name doesn’t gain you my respect. All that does is make me want to treat you like the piece of shit you obviously consider yourself to be. If you’ve got no respect for yourself, then why should you expect it from me?

Three blocks down from my apartment is my work building. As in literally my work building. I’d shown enough interest in my father’s business that at twenty-one he had no hesitation in making me the CEO of the London office. That was largely helped by my brother’s decision to follow his girlfriend to the U.S and study psychiatry. My father considered Alex’s move as him shunning the family business. If you knew my father at all, you’d know that was not a good move. He hasn’t spoken to my brother since, and my mother wasn’t one to go against my fathers wishes.

“Hi Mr. Falcon,” Carly, my personal assistant, smiled at me. I winked back at her, making her blush. In case you’re wondering, yes I’ve fucked her. Several times actually. On my desk, on the photocopier, the lunchroom table…

“Morning Carly, can you bring me in a coffee please?” I walked into my office without waiting for an answer, knowing she would already be scurrying to her feet to please me.

Every woman liked to please Jack Falcon. Regardless of who my father was and how I came to get my position, I took my job very seriously. And what’s more, I was damn good at it. Since my takeover, our quarterly was up 1.65%.

I watched as Carly walked into the room, not bothering to hide the fact that my eyes were on her. This year to date we had already settled three sexual harassment cases against me.

What can I say?

When I see something I want, I’ll do whatever it takes to get it. You’ve probably decided already that I’m an asshole, but honestly I’m not that bad a guy. I just don’t see the point in putting up with shit when I know what I want.

“Thanks Carls,” I drawled, letting a lopsided grin spread across my mouth.

Carly smiled, her eyes dropping at my attention. I didn’t get what she was so embarrassed about. It’s not like I hadn’t already seen everything she had to offer. The coffee was hot and felt like liquid energy as it slid down my throat. My phone vibrated. I reached into my pocket and clicked on the message. It was from Catherine, or Carmen or whatever the hell her name was.

Cant wait to see you again xx

Sighing, I tossed my phone on the mountain of papers on my desk. I made no secret of my lack of interest in continuing a relationship with these women. I didn’t get the continuous messages after our hook-up, the stench of desperation filtering through the air as they tried to cling onto the hope of seeing me again.

My phone went again, this time a call. I picked it up, ready to hang up on her when I saw it was Luke, my best mate.

“Hey man,” I sighed, kicking my shoes off, I lay back in my chair, rubbing my head. No matter how much alcohol I consumed it seemed even I wasn’t immune to post sloshed hangovers. “Whats up?” I yawned.

“Not much, you keen tonight? Sally is away at her mother’s for the week. Gotta break loose while I can, you know?” he joked.

Only I knew he was half serious. How Sally managed to tame my buddy Luke, who had been my right hand man since college, into marriage and now children, I’ll never know. Alas, she made him happy, so who was I to mess with that?

“Sure, sounds great,” I replied, “Meet me at The Shamrock at eight, okay? Call Grant and Dillan too, see if they’re up for it.” I ended the call feeling satisfied. No doubt tonight would be another late night, meaning another morning of feeling like shit. I pressed the intercom. “Carly, do me a favour and push all my appointments for tomorrow morning back an hour? I won’t be in before eleven.”

Ah, the beauty of being the boss. So long as I was increasing the profits I knew my dad wouldn’t give a shit.


I sat at the Shamrock at my usual table right at the back in the corner. You know you probably frequent a place too often when the bar staff know you by name. I ran my finger around the rim of my glass, staring into nothing. Girls were checking me out, like they always did. At least I didn’t have to go through the hassle of swooning one of them, pretending to be someone I wasn’t. I already knew I was taking one home with me, I just wasn’t sure which one it would be.

That was the beauty of being an attractive, rich, bachelor who was regularly in the news, all I had to do was speak and panties started dropping. The kind of girls I’m talking about hang around trendy bars such as this in their tight dresses, ready to open their legs for any man who was rich, attractive, well traveled or confident. Fortunately for me, I ticked all four boxes.

Right now, the blonde sitting at the bar in the short blue dress and the brunette who kept eyeing me over the shoulder of her male companion were the front runners in the going home with Jack stakes.

“Jackie boy!” I looked up to see Luke heading toward me, grinning.

Like me, he made heads turn wherever he went. Why he’d give all that up for one chick was beyond me, she must absolutely rock at giving head. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined Sally once or twice while blowing my load. She was a beauty, with her long blonde hair and green eyes. That and her stunning figure made her the perfect mind slut to star in any guy’s sexual fantasies.

“Hey man, how things?” I stood up, slapping him on the back as he sunk into the seat next to me. “Yeah, not bad. Getting ready for the baby, you know?” he grinned, his eyes lighting up as he spoke about his family. “Before I forget, Sally wanted me to make sure you’re coming this weekend?”

“Sure,” I grinned, not outwardly admitting I had completely forgotten about the dinner. Not that I had any other plans or anything, other than my usual work late and go home to Mr. Jefferies.

“Good. Her sister will be down and her parents too,” Luke added.

“Sister?” I asked, my interest piqued.

“Yes, her seventeen year old underage sister,” Luke said, narrowing his eyes. He knew me too well. “The one you will be staying the hell away from,” he added, a threatening edge to his voice. I grinned.

I didn’t like jailbait anyway. I much preferred my conquests to be legal.

“No Dillon or Grant?” I asked, knocking back the last of my scotch. I signalled for the waitress. “You want one?” Luke nodded. I held two fingers up to the waitress, who nodded at me. Luke laughed.

“They don’t even need to come to you anymore,” he mused, rolling his eyes. “So, is there anyone here you haven’t slept with yet?” he teased.

“You?” I shot back as Luke laughed. “There are a few here who have yet to experience my talents.” I nodded to the blonde who was still throwing glances at me. “What do you think of her? Or that one over there?” Luke casually turned around. “I think you need to slow down Falcon, or there won’t be a woman in this damn town who doesn’t hate your guts,” he chuckled.

I waved my hand at him. Even if they all hated me, it wouldn’t stop them wanting me. That was the beauty of this whole damn thing.

After a few hours drinking with my old buddy, we finally parted ways. By that I meant he left while I ordered another scotch, eyeing the blonde at the bar. I cocked my head, signalling her to come over. She got to her feet, her tipsiness noticeable by the way she stumbled slightly as she took a step. She reached my table and sat down, smiling at me.

“Hello sexy,” I murmured. She was a pretty little thing, which made me wonder what she was doing sitting in a bar all alone dressed up to the nines.

“Hello,” she said, a sudden burst of shyness taking over her. Where was the confident beauty who had been shooting me sexy glances all night?

“So I’m about to leave, the question is are you going to be leaving with me?” I downed the last of my drink, and stood up, as if I didn’t care either way, which was easy because I really couldn’t care less whether she came with me or not. She opened her mouth in shock at my forwardness.

“You better shut that pretty little mouth honey, or I’ll give you something to stick in there,” I grinned. I put out my hand. “Coming?” she took it uncertainly, allowing me to help her up. I almost laughed, shocked that my comment hadn't earned me a slap in the face.

“Do I get to know your name?” she asked breathlessly, though I didn’t believe for a second she didn’t know who I was. Everyone knew who I was. “Does it matter?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. “I guess not,” she stammered, following me out the door.

It always amazed me how easily they followed.

Sunday, 16 June 2013

So Many Reasons Why on sale!!  photo SMRWBIGSALE_zpsdd3459b8.jpg ** This book contains themes such as sexual abuse, drug use and language that make it suitable for a mature audience only.** Twenty year old Emma hasn’t left the house since she was attacked as a child. Now, with the impending release of her attacker from prison, Emma knows it’s more important than ever for her to regain control of her life. From her unrelenting nightmares, to her strained relationships, to her crippling agoraphobia, Emma feels as though her life is spiralling out of control. When her professor, Simon Anderson enters her life, Emma must deal with feelings she has never experienced before. Though both she and Simon know their relationship is bordering on inappropriate, neither of them are able to ignore the intense chemistry that is quickly developing between them. What was supposed to keep her mind off the attack has left her more confused than ever. When there are so many reasons why you shouldn’t be together, is simply being in love really enough?

Friday, 14 June 2013

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

Cover Reveal
Very Bad Things by Ilsa Madden-Mills
Title: Very Bad Things (#1 Briarcrest Academy)
Author: Ilsa Madden-Mills
Expected release date: September 10, 2013
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Age Group: Mature YA and NA
Cover Designed by: Toski Covey Photography and Sommer Stein from Perfect Pear, Model is Mariah Jane Scott
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Born into a life of privilege and secrets, Nora Blakely has everything any nineteen-year-old girl could desire. She’s an accomplished pianist, a Texas beauty queen, and on her way to Princeton after high school. She’s perfect… Leaving behind her million-dollar mansion and Jimmy Choos, she becomes a girl hell-bent on pushing the limits with alcohol, drugs, and meaningless sex. Then she meets her soulmate. But he doesn’t want her. When it comes to girls, twenty-five-year-old Leo Tate has one rule: never fall in love. His gym and his brother are all he cares about…until he meets Nora. He resists the pull of their attraction, hung up on their six year age difference. As they struggle to stay away from each other, secrets will be revealed, tempers will flare, and hearts will be broken. Welcome to Briarcrest Academy…where sometimes, the best things in life are Very Bad Things.


About the Author Ilsa wrote her first work at the age of twelve when she penned a little ditty about a handsome prince who had no sense. Since then, she’s written plays, poems, and numerous short stories. Very Bad Things is her first full-length novel and part of a new series called Briarcrest Academy. She graduated summa cum laude with a master’s in English. After graduation, she directed plays, worked with autistic children, helped start a children’s clothing company, and eventually had a family. Now, she spends her days with two small kids and her Viking husband. When she’s not typing away at a story, you can find her drinking too much coffee, jamming out to Pink, or checking on her carefully maintained chocolate stash. She loves to hear from fans and fellow avid readers. You can find her on Facebook and a soon to come author website.

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Thursday, 6 June 2013

Official release date for Incredible Beauty will be 2nd July, 2013. Below is the cover (and the NEW cover for SMRW!), and some excerpts. If you haven't read So Many Reasons Why, a little birdy has told me it will be on sale sometime before the release of the sequel, so keep an eye out for that.

(unedited and subject to change)

The blackness is terrifying. I so badly want to open my eyes, but I can't. My eyelids are so heavy it feels like they are made of lead, and every time I try to open them I can't. I strain to recognize the voices around me. I can hear them clearly. Someone is holding my hand. I try to concentrate. T...he smoothness of the skin, the slightly raised freckle on the side of the thumb and the unevenness of the nails.

It's Simon. He bites his nails when he gets nervous, something I am forever telling him off about. A tiny fragment of my anxiety disappears knowing he is here with me.

My heart starts pounding as I remember bean. I hope she's okay. I can't feel her moving, and at this stage I have no way of knowing whether she is still inside me, or even alive. I try to squeeze Simon's hand, but again, I can't. Instead, I concentrate on the sound of him inhaling and exhaling.
Something beeps continuously next to me, almost like a ticking clock, but louder. Something hard and uncomfortable is wedged down my windpipe. It makes me feel like dry retching, but of course, I can't.

By now I've figured out I'm in hospital. The sounds of the machines, Simon's had grasped in mine, the distant chatter of other people, there is no other explanation. At least, not in my mind.

How long have I been like this? Hours? Days? Weeks?

I don't know, and it's the not knowing scares me, as does the fact that I am aware of what is going on, yet I can't communicate. Every few minutes I hear the vibration of his phone, the same vibration that wakes me up every morning just as his alarm is going off.

I wonder who he is texting? Is it Claire?