Alexis Fleming

Many of you might know that hubby and I have been running a motel for the past 6 years. Now we’ve sold the motel and my dream has finally been achieved. I can go back to being a full time writer. Sleeping at night when normal people sleep and writing during the day. I couldn’t think of anything better.

However, it hasn’t been as easy as I thought it would be. Suddenly I have all this time and I want to write, but I find myself procrastinating. Today was a good day. I managed three and a half thousand words today, but that hasn’t been the norm. How on earth do I structure my time so I do the writing I want to do and still have time for my family?

How do you, the readers with children, with full time jobs, structure their day so they fit in everything they want to? Enquiring minds(well, my mind) want to know. Who knows the secret of time management?

My apologies for being MIA for so long. We sold our motel and then went on a road trip. We’ve been working 15 hour days for almost 6 years and thought we deserved a little holiday after all that. Now the traveling is over and we’re resettled and it’s time to get back to the writing.

It hasn’t been easy starting anew. It has meant a whole change of lifestyle. I miss my girls big time. By girls I mean the women who worked at the motel. Not just workers, staff, but friends. They were a big part of my life and now I have this hole that I struggle to fill with other things.

But the big thing is now I’m able to get back to full time writing. It’s been harder than I expected. I’ve made a new home for us but getting back into a routine has been difficult.

Self-discipline. That’s what it’s all about. Something I seem sadly lacking in right now. After almost 6 years of working long hours, the body and mind just want to vegetate. But I’m getting there. I’m back to writing, albeit slowly. But I hope to have another story finished in the next couple of weeks.

Well, actually it’s the fist review for Honey Trap and I couldn’t be happier.

Honey Trap by Alexis Fleming

Story: 9
Presentation: 9
Total: 18
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Contemporary Erotic
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Blurb: A book in the Going Down Under series.

Seductive scents…torrid suspense…

For Australian scientist Kyla Harris, danger is not her middle name, but when she invents cologne that acts as an aphrodisiac, she becomes embroiled in a CIA case. Sexy American agent Logan Matthews is assigned as her bodyguard when someone tries to steal her sensual formula. Kyla finally has the edge in the war of the sexes and Logan Matthews is her target. A little fun in bed…on the desk…in the Aussie bush—what better way to test her cologne?

It’s just a shame Logan’s only reacting because of the formula…or is he?

Review: Bloody Hell!! Give Me Some of That Honey Trap!!

Ms. Fleming has does it again! More feisty Aussies, Klya and her best mate Lisa get to share a house with some seriously sexy Marines! I could almost feel the temperature rising. Whew! Let me cool down…. Ok. 

I thoroughly enjoyed this novella and will continue to look out for more books in the Going Down Under series.

My sleepy little town of Huskisson, about three hours south of Sydney in New South Wales, Australia, has been invaded tonight. No, not by an army…. Okay, maybe it did look a bit like an army, but these were Santas on bikes. From the very young being carried in a child seat on the back of the bike to the very old who still found the energy to pedal four kilometers.

It’s a yearly event. Children and adults dress up as Santa or Santa’s elves and ride their bikes from the township of Vincentia to the main street of Huskisson. The local fire brigade leads the parade and that’s always a big hit with the children watching the Santa bike parade.

I may be getting older but I love the Christmas spirit that this little seaside town generated every year. The sad part is that because we’re shifting, this is the last year I’ll see it, which is why I went crazy with the camera. Not fantastic photos but it will give you an idea of our invasion.

I’ve been slack on the blogging because I’ve been so wretchedly busy here, but I couldn’t let this day go without blogging about my latest release. Although I’m Australian, most of my publications have been either in the US or the UK. It’s only this year I’ve been published in Australia. When I was asked to contribute a story to How Do I Love Thee?, an anthology of romantic stories, I was thrilled. And yah!!!! Today is release day so here you go.

HOW DO I LOVE THEE?

ISBN: 9781742370804

Publisher: ALLEN & UNWIN

Imprint: ALLEN & UNWIN

Subject: Romance

Release Date: 1^st December 2009

LINK TO BOOK:

Pack Rules by Alexis Fleming

Shapeshifters? Dangerously sexy men turning into wolves?
Life sure gets interesting when Tori invites a stray dog into her home.

Read an Excerpt here

LINK TO BOOK

I’m coming in a little early, but hey, I live in Australia. It’s already Thanksgiving over here. lol

I hope you all have a happy and safe Thanksgiving holiday. More than that, I hope you count your blessings as I’m doing, even though we don’t celebrate Thanks giving in Australia. So what am I thankful for?

First and foremost, no matter where I am in life or career, I’m thankful for my family. Without them I am nothing. A husband of 37 years who is my best friend. Two wonderful children and their partners who love those children dearly. A wonderful grandson who is just the most beautiful child, despite the fact he suffers from Autism Spectrum Disorder. “I’m not broke, Nannie, I’m just different.” What a blessing this child is.

Then good friends. Where would I be without my friends? Readers who “get” my stories. So many terrific people I’ve connected with via the internet. Of course, if I didn’t have to run a motel that takes up my writing time then life would be even more wonderful. lol But hey, despite that, I’m grateful that in this uncertain economic climate that we can survive. There are a lot of people out there struggling and my heart goes out to them. It makes me count my blessings even more.

So this Thanksgiving Day I’m holding my friends and family close and thanking God for all his blessings.

What makes you happy this Thanksgiving?

November 11th is Remembrance Day in Australia as it is in all Commonwealth of Nations countries. Whether you call it Armistice Day, Poppy Day, Veterans Day, National Day or Remembrance Day, let’s take a few minutes to honor the sacrifices of members of the armed forces and of civilians in times of war.

LEST WE FORGET

I remember well the day I first held you, so so small and me a scared, first-time mother. I had talked to you for nine months and suddenly there you were, a tiny screwed-up face and a shock of jet-black hair. As far as I was concerned, you were the most beautiful baby in the world.

I remember so many things. Teaching you to say mama and dada, getting down on the floor to show you how to crawl. Walking you managed yourself when I growled because you’d pulled yourself up on the TV so you could play with the buttons. You took off running across the room and you’ve never stopped since. Taking you to school for the first time. Being there through each childhood scrap you managed to get into. Seeing you walk out the door dressed to kill for your first formal. When you came home and told me you were getting engaged. Then your wedding. The birth of your own child. All things I’ll never forget no matter how old I get.

My life has been harried over the last few years and sometimes I think I forget to tell you how much I love you, how glad I am you’re in my life. You’re my best friend and always will be. I’m blessed to have such a relationship with my children. You’ll always be my baby.

Happy Birthday, Sweetie.

Honey Trap by Alexis Fleming

Publisher: Ellora’s Cave Publishing
ISBN: 9781419925269
Release Date: 6th November 09

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BLURB:

Going Down Under

Seductive scents…torrid suspense…

For Australian scientist Kyla Harris, danger is not her middle name, but when she invents a cologne that acts as an aphrodisiac, she becomes embroiled in a CIA case. Sexy American agent Logan Matthews is assigned as her bodyguard when someone tries to steal her sensual formula. Kyla finally has the edge in the war of the sexes and Logan Matthews is her target. A little fun in bed…on the desk…in the Aussie bush—what better way to test her cologne?

It’s just a shame Logan’s only reacting because of the formula…or is he?
EXCERPT:

He stopped on the threshold. The breath exploded from his chest in a loud whoosh, as if someone had landed a solid punch to his gut. He gasped, the sound a raspy wheeze in the quiet of the room. His knees weakened and he had to clutch at the doorframe to stop himself sliding onto the floor.

Flippin’ hell, I’ve died and gone to Heaven.

Okay, so much for professionalism. His lower body tightened with need. His cock stood up and waved its little head to let him know that it was happy with the way things were panning out. Logan dragged in a shaky breath and took a second look at the vision laid out before him.

He’d checked the bedroom out earlier. The homestead was old, built around the turn of the century, and the décor reflected that. Old colonial at its best. The walls of the room were tongue-in-groove timber painted a soft eggshell color with a polished timber picture rail set about three feet from the ceiling. The polished timber floors gleamed in what little light the bedside lamp shed. Two thick rugs, one beside the bed and the other flush with the French doors, broke up the area that wasn’t taken up with antique furniture. He could appreciate the fine workmanship of the stained dressing table and matching bedside tables, but it was the brass bed and what—or who—it contained that drew his eye.

Kyla lay on her side, one leg drawn up, the covers tossed to the end of the bed. One hand rested palm-up on the white sheet. The other cradled her cheek. He’d seen kids sleep in the same position, but there was nothing childlike about the rest of the picture. Her nightie, stark white but thin enough he could just see the outline of her body through the fabric, had ridden up. It hugged her waist and offered him a tantalizing view of her hips and the itty-bitty scarlet panties she had on. To complete the picture, red-blonde hair framed her face and spread out over the pillow.

How in the name of all that was holy was he supposed to get into that bed and keep his hands to himself? Maybe he should join the guys in Lisa’s room. He groaned. That wasn’t the answer either. He was supposed to protect Kyla and no way could he do that from another part of the house.

“Professionalism, bud, professionalism,” he muttered. “You’re a big boy. You can do this.”

With a fatalistic sigh, he pulled his handgun from the back waistband of his jeans and slipped it under the free pillow. Then he stripped to his boxer shorts and turned the lamp right down until just a soft sparkle around the bulb remained. He slid in beside Kyla, hugging the very edge of the mattress.

Every muscle was tense. Including the one between his legs. His cock was so damned hard it was a wonder he hadn’t done himself an injury when he’d wrenched off his jeans. Damn thing had a mind of its own and no amount of disciplining on his part was about to make it stand at ease and go back to sleep.

He let out a soft huff of laughter. Christ, now he was thinking about his cock as if it were alive. A separate entity, divorced from the rest of his body. Damn, he had to get over this or he’d get no rest. He slid over a little on the bed, just enough that he could get comfortable. Expelling a deep breath, he closed his eyes and consciously willed his body to relax.

Before he could achieve any degree of success, he felt Kyla move. His eyes snapped open, but he didn’t dare turn his head toward her. One look and he’d be lost.

She rolled over and plastered herself to his side. She flung her arm across his chest and rested one leg over his thigh. Her nightie still twisted about her waist because the bare skin of her belly branded his hip. She slid her leg closer to his erection and angled her hips to press against him.

Then she started to move. Lithe undulations that drove him crazy. Made the blood surge through his body and the breath snag in his chest. With every tilt of her hips, she ground her pussy on his hip and brushed her knee against his cock. A breathy sound rumbled from her throat. With her breasts pressed to his chest, it vibrated through him and drove him to answer with a hungry growl.

He lifted his head to stare into her face. She had her eyes closed but a sexy smile tilted her lips. Either she was caught up in an erotic dream with him in the starring role, or she wasn’t asleep as he’d thought.

“Um, Kyla?” Heat seared him when she answered by rolling her body so more of her weight rested on him. He struggled to keep his hips still when she slipped her leg between his and proceeded to ride his thigh. “Kyla, you awake?” Please, please, let her be awake.

“Hmm?”

He grasped her hips and tried to stop her movements. Only problem was that left her straddling his thigh, her pussy pressed hard against the muscle. The muscle that jumped as nerve endings reacted to the dampness of her panties. Shit, she was as aroused as he was.

“Kyla, you know what you’re doing?”

“Oh, yeah, my momma didn’t raise no dummies.” Despite his hold on her hips, she managed to drag her damp pussy against him again.

Logan groaned, loud and long. His hands slid a little farther around her hips. Fingers dug into the fleshy cheeks of her ass. “Um, maybe you should think about this first. I’m supposed to be your bodyguard.”

“Ooh, please guard my body.” She released a soft chuckle. “Anyway, I’m done thinking. Now I’m experimenting.”

“Huh? What—”

“Well, you do want to know if this perfume works, don’t you? Let’s see if it affected you.” She arched her hips and rubbed her pussy against him again. “And I’m thinking it’s time we got beyond this dry humping stage. It’s a turn-on but hardly satisfying.”

Logan gulped. “So you’re just using me?”

“You bet your buns I am. You complaining?”

He let out a strangled chuckle. “Not likely.”

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Alexis Fleming
Daring desires…otherworldly seductions.
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For those who celebrate it, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!