
Hell. If the guys down at the station knew he was getting groupies, he’d never live it down. Then again, a groupie who looked like a long tall shot of sex might not be such a bad thing, either.






“Your…Highness?”
Alex sat up as the door to his private office flew open. Brynn Dexter stood in the doorway, one eyebrow arched in silent question. She was trying to look composed, but he could see the tremble in her stiff posture from across the room.
Behind her, Mrs. Agincourt answered her question. “Philippe Alexandre du Charbonneaux, Prince of Laurivenia, mademoiselle,” she said with a puzzled frown.
Belatedly, he realized that he had not informed his secretary of the deception. He was—what was the American phrase? Oh, yes. Busted.
Equal parts anger and embarrassment vied for domination of Brynn’s expressive features. “Prince, is it? Well, I suppose that’s close to principal.” Indignation laced her voice. “I apologize for not recognizing you, Your Highness.”
For a moment Alex wished that she could go back to calling him by his given name.
But that was impossible. If she was going to work for him, royal protocol must be
followed.
And in a flash of realization, Alex recognized that he did want Brynn to take the
position. Despite her youth and good looks, despite his wholly inappropriate attraction
towards her, she was the right choice for Carissa. Her experience, her personality, her
enthusiasm made her a perfect match. It would be selfish to decide against her based on
his past experiences. Those mistakes would not happen again.
Now, he just needed to convince her to stay.
She had come a few steps into the office and was standing by the chair opposite his
desk, arms crossed over her chest. “Perhaps you would care to explain why you
pretended to be the principal of the Laurivenia Academy. Was it a test? I guess I failed
Tabloid Reading 101, since I didn’t recognize you.”
“It was not a test.” He slapped a hand on his desk. “And I did not pretend to be the
principal. You made that assumption.”
“I see. So it was my fault. Is that your idea of fun? Making the stupid American look
like an idiot?”
He drew himself up. “I won’t dignify that with a response.”
“Whatever.” She fisted her hands on her hips, glaring at him. “I’d just like to know
why I’m in the office of the Prince of Laurivenia and not the Laurivenia Academy.”
The time for deception was over. He sat back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Because there is no Laurivenia Academy.”
“What?”
He waved one hand in a dismissive gesture. “The academy was merely a—front, I believe it is called, for the actual position.”
Alex recognized the look on Brynn’s face. Behind the coolly polite expression, she was definitely counting to ten.
“Are you telling me I was hired to teach a fictitious class in a fictitious school?”
"I suppose you could say that.”
She shoved her fingers through her hair, pulling it back tightly from her forehead. “Oh, my God. My mother was right.”
“About what?” he asked before he could help himself.
She ignored him, pacing back and forth in front of his desk. “I quit my job. I flew
halfway around the world. I got in a limousine with a strange man. Men, if you count the
driver. And my dream job doesn’t exist?”
He focused on the last part of her tirade. “Not in that specific form, no.”
“And what, may I ask, is the actual position?”
“Private tutor for my daughter, Carissa.”


Today's excerpt is from Challenging Carter, the final novella in my Strip series. Hope you enjoy!


Sam narrowed her eyes. "It’s two in the morning, Cody. I’m tired and cranky and not in the mood. So save the cheesy innuendo for a better occasion, buddy."










Kudos to Samhain for publishing Gennita Low's new book, Virtually Hers, which comes out today. It's a follow-up book to Virtually His, published by the Mira imprint of Harlequin. Sadly, Gennita's contract for VHers was dropped for whatever reason, leaving the full story untold. So glad that Samhain stepped in and gave it a home!
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Today, the lovely ladies of Eskimo Kiss Project have graciously agreed to be interviewed for my blog. Thanks for joining us, EKP!
1. Which came first – the friendship, or the show? Did you three know each other before you discovered AWZ, or did you connect because you loved the show? And how did you first become aware of the Roman/Deniz storyline on AWZ?
the Brainthirds were cast adrift, settling in the United States, Canada, and New Zealand. In terms of doing the clips, it’s really no problem, since none of us actually pay any attention to such silliness as normal hours, night/day distinctions, the time/space continuum, etc. Technology is a beautiful thing. So is mind-melding.
6. Recently, a hotly-anticipated episode was clicked on so much in the first few minutes after you posted, it managed to break the internets for a little while. Were you surprised at its popularity?
each episode. I've found myself cutting-and-pasting paragraphs to friends who don't even follow DeRo, just because they're so hilariously well-written. What other writing do you do? Where can readers find it?
"out" or had another same-sex partner before. The struggle to accept who he is, to admit his attraction to another man, and to come clean to friends and family is inherently conflict-laden and emotional. I'm a big fan of angst, and all of these stories are chock-full of it.
* Less prudishness. This ties in with the previous point, but it's significant. When there is an m/m relationship on a European soap, they're in a relationship. There's kissing and touching and lounging in bed together, just like any other couple. By contrast, after Noah and Luke kissed for the first (and second) time on As The World Turns over the course of a week or so, they didn't kiss again for almost a year – long enough for people to post countdown clocks on websites and start a write-in campaign. Not very realistic for two guys who were supposed to be in a long-term, loving relationship during that time period.Tune in tomorrow for an interview with the creative minds behind Eskimo Kiss Project!
So there you have it – my confession. I'm hooked on European soaps, but I'm not looking for a cure just yet. How about you? What's your YouTube obsession?
(Oh, and that AWZ episode? EVEN BETTER IN ENGLISH.)