Flying back from Romanticon right now...

I was thrilled to be signing a new print book yesterday...

Broken Rules

It was only printed early for the Romanticon book signing. It will be released to the book sellers on November 23, 2012.

Double Your Pleasure

Helen is working a latte shop just outside an upscale high-rise apartment in Manhattan. Switching shifts with her boss, she finds herself face-to-face with the most delicious, maddeningly arrogant men she’s ever met. He’s hot and sexy as hell, but the fact that he can’t lift his eyes from her chest is a strike against him.  Too bad he’s such a jerk…she would have loved to get to know him better. But as soon as he’s out of sight, she turns around to find another one, just like him, but this one looks her in the eye, and has a smile that takes her breath away. Dear Lord, there are two of them?

Jason and Jonathon Blackstone have the same taste in clothes, cars and women. Identical twins, they often trade clothes…and sometimes they even share their women. Jon may have seen her first, but Jace intends to be the man who gets her. Unfortunately, he may just end up having to share again, since the sexy coffee girl seems to want them both.

Her Own Set of Rules

Bored with her sex life with a husband she still loves, but who has the Saturday-night, three-minute orgasm—his—down to a fine art, Haley takes the first step on a journey of sexual discovery when Josh, younger brother of her closest friend, expresses a decidedly carnal interest in her. The result is more than she imagined in her raunchiest fantasies.

Josh has had a crush on Haley since he was a kid, gangly and too damn tall for his weight. But he isn’t a kid anymore, and he grew into his six foot five inches, plus some. He’s come back home for one thing only—for a shot at the girl he fell for when he was too damn young to do much about it.

But Harry’s not done with his wife—not when he finds out that inside that prim, repressed shell, she’s been hiding the sexual temptress he’s always hungered for. Now all Haley has to do is ask, and two men are ready to give her everything she wants.

Licking Her Wounds

Coming October 26, 2012 from Ellora's Cave.  

This story is a sequel to Hallie’s Cats.

Cal wants a mate of his own. He knows she is out there—he can feel her. He desperately needs her.

Omegas are forbidden to mate in the Lykos pack. But one look at the golden leopard shifter in his human form is all it takes. He sets off something deep inside Jessie that she can’t deny. His touch is something she would to die to feel.

Dogs don’t mix with cats…but their human halves won’t be denied.

 

An Excerpt From: LICKING HER WOUNDS

Copyright © FRAN LEE, 2012

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Cal wanted for nothing. He had a family. He had a comfortable home. He even got to kick some Lykos ass once in a while. But still, something called out to him. Over the past few weeks he had sensed her. He knew she was waiting. But how would he ever find her if he remained here? Lately he had been thinking seriously of striking out on his own. Maybe heading north, where the others had migrated long ago. Gar had Hallie and the boys. He would miss his sibling and Gar’s small family, but there was nothing much here for him anymore. He could sense something else out there…something waiting for him. Something he could call his, alone.

He loved Hallie but she didn’t need him now…and he had the deep gut feeling that someone else did. Someone…

He recalled the fact that the boys were out of sight, and that he couldn’t hear them. Not good. He shifted his pace to a ground-swallowing run, easily following their scent trail, tracking them through the undergrowth without great concern…until another scent trail crossed theirs.

The hair lifted on the nape of his neck as the scent filled his nostrils and sent him into a mad run.

Dog!

Without hesitation he shifted, his body splintering into a sinewy mass of golden-furred muscle as his clothes shredded and fell away with every powerful leap. He called out with his mind for the boys, and heard a shaky, whispering voice in his head.

Help me.

Not theirs.

Veering toward it, he leaped over a fallen tree and bounded like sinuous lightning into the small clearing where two little figures stood, close together, on guard as he had taught them, staring intently at a small silver-gray wolf that was standing just outside the tree cover on the opposite side of the glade.

Dog…you are gonna die…

Cal landed squarely between the boys and the wolf, creating a barrier with his big body as he crouched in front of them, his ears flattened to his skull, his massive fangs bared in a vicious snarl. The wolf didn’t try to run yet made no move to attack. Cal hissed and batted the air between them with a set of deadly, flared-out claws, showing the wolf what awaited it should the beast make a single move.

It was Jet who said excitedly, “She’s hurt, Uncle Cal.” And a small hand came to rest on his bristling shoulder. Cal drew in a deep breath at the calming touch but didn’t relax his guard.

She’ll be dead if she makes a move toward you. Stay behind me.

But the wolf seemed to be in no condition to attack anyone. Cal watched as she sagged to the leafy cushion of long grasses beneath her feet and rolled slowly onto her back, weakly pawing the air in a sign of meek submission. A trick? A trap? He snuffled at the air. Fresh blood. Her blood, but not the blood of a female in heat. He kept his eyes glued to the injured Lykos, sniffing for others in the vicinity. There was only the one.

“She says they attacked her and were gonna kill her, Uncle Cal.” Jon ran a small hand over the huge golden leopard’s bristling back, and Cal found himself wondering why the hell the Lykos pack would try to kill one of its own. And how the hell could this dog possibly communicate with leopard shifter cubs.

Did she attack you?

Jet quickly shook his head. “We found her layin’ over there and we scared her. She was just getting’ up when you got here. She’s hurt real bad. Is she gonna die, Uncle Cal?”

Totally absorbed in the situation, Cal shook his massive body and stalked carefully closer to the panting, bleeding Lykos female. The small voice he had heard earlier repeated the words that had brought him to this clearing…

Help me…please. If he finds me…he’ll kill me.

What the fuck? She was using mental communication. He had never heard of the Lykos having that ability. At least not outside their own packs. Cal padded with extreme caution toward the female, low to the ground as he moved, his rolling muscles tensed to attack and finish the bitch quickly should she be playing a game. He sniffed the breeze, and when he was certain she was too weak to be of any real danger to a Seronta male in his physical prime, he reached out with one huge paw and pinned her heavily to the earth. His claws remained extended, splayed over her trembling chest but not digging into her body.

Help me, please…he will…kill me…

He felt a shudder go through the thin body under his paw, and he tensed.

Before his eyes, the bloody fur began to recede, leaving his massive paw resting on a slender, badly mauled human female body, planted squarely between her small round breasts. A jolt of electric heat shot up his foreleg into his chest and he almost snatched his claws back. Luckily for her he had far more control.

What the…?

His heart stumbled and his thoughts shorted out.

“Uncle Cal! Mom can fix her!” Jon wrapped his skinny little arms around the big leopard’s neck and tugged at him to move him away from the bruised and bleeding creature.

Brave boy, to interfere with a leopard and his quarry…

“Here…use my T-shirt!” Jet was tugging the too-big garment off over his head, his little face screwed up with childish concern at the sight of the badly cut and battered body.

Shit! Shit shit shit!

Issuing a deep growl of frustration, Cal shifted to his human form and took the proffered shirt, gently tugging it over the dirt-matted blonde hair and down over the emaciated form that was so thin it barely showed the curves of her womanhood. His hands tingled as if with a mild shock of electricity as he ran his fingers over her bloodied cheek. He leaned down and slipped his hands under her back and her legs, and as he lifted the limp form into his arms he rasped gruffly to the boys, “Run! Run as fast as you can. I will be right behind you.”

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Fran Lee

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