Wow!

This is blog post #1500!  I thought, in honor of that, I'd reshare all my book covers since that's the reason for all this in the first place.  See any you haven't read yet?  Click on the cover and it'll take you to the appropriate page.

As always, thank you for stopping by!

How Time Flies

Six years ago this month my very first book came out.  Deal of a Lifetime with Ellora’s Cave.  In some ways it feels like just yesterday.  In others, forever ago.

Deal of a Lifetime has had mixed reviews.  That’s okay.  My books are not for everyone.  No one’s are.  People seem to either hate the characters or love them.  It’s a psychological bondage tale and yes, the hero is nearly loathsome for the first three-quarters of the book.  You’re supposed to hate him.  But the heroine can see beyond his harsh exterior.  She knows instinctively that things are not as they appear and falls head over heals in love almost from the first moment they meet.  Writing this was odd.  I didn’t know where the book was going as I was working on it.  I too had to trust the heroine, just as readers need to.

Blurb:

Annette thought she had the perfect solution to prevent what was meant to be a pleasant anniversary celebration from deteriorating into a never-ending lecture from her older sister on the sub-standard status of her entire life. Inventing a fictitious boyfriend, reportedly detained in an unavoidable, albeit imaginary business meeting, seemed like a harmless fib if telling it would ensure a festive evening. She even had a plan to cover his exit from her life later on.

Rich’s estranged wife had gone too far this time and he’d had enough. He had no clue what setting him up as another woman’s date for an evening of drinks, dinner, and theater with the woman’s family was supposed to accomplish but he was determined to find out. When his new better half didn’t so much as blink at his unexpected arrival he decided right then and there that he wasn’t letting her out of his sight. He’d play his role of escort to the hilt to get to the bottom of it even if he had to tie her to the bed and seduce the answers out of her once the other couple said goodnight.

Questions...

Over the weekend I was reading a book I wrote several years ago. It’s a sequel that is as yet unpublished. Unsubmitted, in fact. The characters have been whispering in my head recently so I decided it was time to look at it, to determine how much work it would take to make it ready for public consumption.

The good news is I still like the story. A lot! And the characters. The bad news, not that I’m sure bad is the correct word here, is that the characters contain way too much me. Even though all my characters in all my books are me in some form or another, I’m not entirely certain I’d be comfortable sending this pair out as is. I know, doesn’t make much sense and I don’t know quite how to explain it so that it does.

So I’m wondering. Am I just being paranoid? Would people who don’t know me extremely well have any clue how much of me is in them? Would anyone care even if they did figure it out? And why does this one bother me when none of the others have? I just don’t know. Nor do I know if I can revise things enough to calm me without damaging them.

I do believe the story would be worth it. I’m simply not positive I’m capable. Sigh.

Writer Stuff

Bunches of stuff today!

I’m rekindled. Yeah, I know. Not a word but I like it. Linked and Hot Rush are now available in Kindle form.

Linked – Blurb

Tori Banks has been having nightmares of the same two murderers for years. When she hears the latest one reported on the radio she has to question whether all the others really happened too. Can she trust the tall, dark and handsome detective who makes her forget all about cold blooded killers and think deliciously naughty thoughts to believe her?

Detective Guy Breauchard is skeptical to say the least when he sets out to meet a woman who supposedly sees serial killers in her sleep. Needless to say he gets the surprise of his life when he discovers the sexiest female he’s ever encountered really is psychically linked to the pair. Now all he has to do is quit fucking her senseless long enough to catch the killers so he can concentrate on convincing her that they belong together forever.

Hot Rush – Blurb

Rick Jensen is working undercover to bust up the largest drug distribution in the city’s recent history. Everything is going as planned until the hottest redhead he’s ever seen comes storming into the warehouse. Now if only he can stop thinking with his cock long enough to save her luscious ass and convince her that love at first sight really does exist.

Being sentimental has always been Casey Carmichael’s downfall. But this time her impulsiveness lands her right in the middle of a full contingent of heavily armed drug dealers. When one of them tosses her over his shoulder and carries her up to the office the last thing she expects is out of control sex with the undercover cop trying to protect her.

Also, Deal of a Lifetime is now available in print. So there are no more excuses for anyone not to read it. Hmm, I suppose that should include my mother. I haven’t horrified her lately so I think I’ll send her a copy.

One more thing. Heather of Night Owl Romance gave Controlled Desires a 4.5/5 which makes it a reviewer’s top pick. “Ms. Huffert has penned a beautiful erotic story, whose characters and storyline will have readers hearts pounding. Her characters are witty, intelligent, believable and intriguing. The storyline in funny, charming, captivating and really, really hot.” Click here to read the full review. Thank you Heather!

I've Been Kindled!

I was playing on Amazon yesterday and stopped by my page to make sure it was still there only to discover it grew. Deal of a Lifetime and Drake’s Rules are now available as Kindle editions. I knew they were coming, just not when. How cool is that!

Deal of a Lifetime blurb –

Annette thought she had the perfect solution to prevent what was meant to be a pleasant anniversary celebration from deteriorating into a never-ending lecture from her older sister on the sub-standard status of her entire life. Inventing a fictitious boyfriend, reportedly detained in an unavoidable, albeit imaginary business meeting, seemed like a harmless fib if telling it would ensure a festive evening. She even had a plan to cover his exit from her life later on.

Rich’s estranged wife had gone too far this time and he’d had enough. He had no clue what setting him up as another woman’s date for an evening of drinks, dinner, and theater with the woman’s family was supposed to accomplish but he was determined to find out. When his new better half didn’t so much as blink at his unexpected arrival he decided right then and there that he wasn’t letting her out of his sight. He’d play his role of escort to the hilt to get to the bottom of it even if he had to tie her to the bed and seduce the answers out of her once the other couple said goodnight.

Drake’s Rules blurb –

Megan Lewis has been alone ever since a bad experience in college left her afraid to trust her instincts about men. When she comes home from her morning bike ride to find her neighbor’s young daughter alone in the hallway, the last thing she expects is overwhelming surge of desire she feels the moment her panicked neighbor joins them.

When Professor Drake Edwards loses his wife and son in a horrible accident he moves his daughter to a new town for a fresh start. He has no intention of getting involved with anyone. But when he finds his neighbor, Megan, watching over his daughter, his body has plans of its own. Can his heart and mind overcome the guilt he feels?

Busy, Busy, Busy

And braindead. Sorry, lots to do and not enough time to do it so how about an excerpt? A steamy one? Those of you who have already read this one, please forgive me. Those of you who haven't, why is that? Teasing, just teasing!

Blurb

Deal of a Lifetime
Ellora’s Cave
ISBN 978 14199 0964 1

Annette thought she had the perfect solution to prevent what was meant to be a pleasant anniversary celebration from deteriorating into a never-ending lecture from her older sister on the sub-standard status of her entire life. Inventing a fictitious boyfriend, reportedly detained in an unavoidable, albeit imaginary business meeting, seemed like a harmless fib if telling it would ensure a festive evening. She even had a plan to cover his exit from her life later on.

Rich’s estranged wife had gone too far this time and he’d had enough. He had no clue what setting him up as another woman’s date for an evening of drinks, dinner, and theater with the woman’s family was supposed to accomplish but he was determined to find out. When his new better half didn’t so much as blink at his unexpected arrival he decided right then and there that he wasn’t letting her out of his sight. He’d play his role of escort to the hilt to get to the bottom of it even if he had to tie her to the bed and seduce the answers out of her once the other couple said goodnight.


Excerpt (Adult)

Deal of a Lifetime
Ellora’s Cave
ISBN 978 14199 0964 1

“Whatever you say,” he grinned down at her. “I must confess that this is a first for me. I never had such a thorough massage in the shower before. The few women who bothered to start, gave up long before this point and none ever offered to continue once they got what they were after.”
Annette took her time lathering up her hands, aware of Rich studying her. “Then clearly you’ve been showering with the wrong women,” she stated plainly as she forced herself to meet his eyes, hoping hers were as emotionless as she managed to make her voice. For an insane moment, Annette was flooded by an unreasonable sense of rage at the idea of some other woman standing in her place and touching her man. She squelched her anger instantaneously, reminding herself that she was taking advantage of an opportunity with a virtual stranger, not engaging in love play with a new partner.
“Most women fail to appreciate the entire man. They go right for the parts they deem most useful and ignore the rest. They don’t understand how arousing a man’s body can be. I, on the other hand,” she began to massage his chest as she had his back, “am not most women.”
“Oh hell no,” Rich exclaimed. “You are definitely not most women. You are one of a kind.”
“Thanks. And thank you for this too.” She kneaded his arms and hands thoroughly. “Very few men have the patience to let me finish. I guess that makes you one of a kind too.”
“Then obviously you, as you put it, have been doing this with the wrong men,” he stated in a husky tone.
Annette concentrated on soaping her hands to hide her smile from Rich. He had no idea how close to impossible it was for her not to abandon the massage and beg him to take her however he wanted. The only thing that made her resist her body’s needs was the fact that he was struggling as much as she was. Judging by the state of his penis, he had to be nearing his limit. It was harder than any other she’d touched and was miraculously larger than it had been. The drops of pearly liquid were practically oozing together to form a stream.
Avoiding his groin after a perfunctory scrub, she worked her hands from his hips to his legs as she slipped to her knees in front of him. Tormenting them both, she massaged her way down one leg and up the other. Flashing Rich what she hoped was a seductive smile, Annette lifted his testicles and slid her hand between his legs to caress the soft skin beneath them. He inhaled sharply when she flicked her tongue along his shaft. Annette meant to tease him until he either demanded more or showed her by directing her head with his hands. Her plan changed with her first taste.
“Oh wow,” she whispered as she drew the engorged head into her mouth. “Mm,” she hummed as her tongue devoured what pre-come her lips had missed. “So good,” she murmured around his shaft.
Rich growled with primal need. The feel of Annette’s hot breath combined with the vibrations from her words almost destroyed what little control he still possessed. He tried not to thrust wildly into her mouth and thought he would succeed until she sucked him into her throat. He might have been able to restrain himself even after she began to hum as her swallowing motion nearly set him off. But when her finger sought out his prostate, nothing could prevent him from losing it entirely. He snapped. He unleashed the beast within and savagely ravaged her mouth and throat. He was so far gone that he failed to recognize Annette’s encouraging sounds for what they were.
“Fuck,” Rich swore when her whimpers and moans penetrated the carnal haze clouding his brain. “God damn you, Nettie,” he snarled, forcing her from him and hoisting her to her feet.
“Rich, what,” she squeaked, startled and confused.
“Shut up. Just shut the fuck up,” he ordered as he trapped her against the wall. Holding her wrists above her head with one hand, the other captured her leg. With his elbow under her bent knee, Rich rammed his cock into her slippery opening. He pummeled her relentlessly, each thrust pushing her higher until she dangled from his arm and shaft. “Why are you doing this to me?” he demanded between grunts. “What the fuck do you want from me?”