“Hello, lovers. Welcome to a special edition of WTXT’s Let’s Talk About Sex with Dr. Hot and the Honeypot LIVE from the Carina Press blog! We’re going to bare it all and give you a little sneaky peek behind the scenes of TURN IT UP, a sassy little novel featuring US!”
“Honey, you can bare whatever you want. I’m not dropping my pants for anyone else.” Bastian’s rich butterscotch voice held a note of iron. “You’ve talked about my sex life, or lack thereof, quite enough to a certain writer who shall remain nameless.”
Charie’s laugh echoed from the open back of the mobile van, registering near red on the vocal gauge. “Lighten up, Doc. And if you’d dropped those pants before *edited by Inez for spoiler content* then Nez’s book would have had three big old neon Xs across the front.”
He looked up at the sky and exhaled loudly into his headset mike. “And this, listeners, is why I never tell her what movie we’re going to go see. Honey doesn’t get the whole SPOILER idea.”
“It’s a romance novel. A happily ever after is guaranteed, or at least implied. I didn’t tell them who won our bet.”
“You better not, either.” Hot wind ruffled the dandelion-gold of his hair, the hue dark next to the white van. “Some people actually enjoy being surprised. They like the whole anticipation thing, the excitement that builds into a mania, the look forward to the next day or the next page or the next minute.”
Naughtiness inched out and carried across the airwaves on her purr. She walked her fingers up his chest, each nail climbing higher and 
higher. “I do like anticipation, the building excitement, the pulse-pounding, breathless wait for that one moment when everything—” She dropped her eyes to his zipper “— and I do mean everything, comes together at the end.”
“Stop.” He shot her a warning glare. “This is a PG blog. Do you want to give Angela James a coronary?”
Jealousy struck like a cobra, swift, sharp and painful. Charlie’s shoulders straightened and her chin lifted. “Angie’s a big girl. She can handle it.”
Mischievousness played around his mouth, curving his bottom lip fuller than the top. “Probably, but I did take an oath, Honey. If anyone needs medical help, I can’t just stand by and watch.”
“She’ll be fine. There’s no reason for you to go into medicine-man-mode. No one gets mouth to mouth from you but me. She’s got her own guy.”
One tawny eyebrow arched. “So does Deb Nemeth. She edits all sorts of erotic stuff, but I seem to remember her having a few red-faced moments while editing all the wicked things you thought about.”
“Me? Want to tell our listeners about you and that shower? The one with the peach lube?”
High color erupted across his cheeks. “Tell me that did not make it in the final edit.”
“Oh yes, it did. Every warm, wet, peachy stroke.”
“You are evil.” Bastian paced away three steps until the headset cord halted his movement. Whipping around, he crossed his arms and breathed through his nose. “That was kind of a personal moment, you know.”
“Get a grip, Doc.” She bit her lip but a giggle leaked out. “Well, I guess you did that in the shower.”
His tightened mouth barely let his words escape. “It was doctor’s orders.”
“Uh-huh, sure it was. Come on, you’re always telling our listeners that masturbation is a normal human behavior and nothing to be ashamed of. Practice what you peach, I mean, preach.”
“Normal, yes. Private, yes. It didn’t need to be splashed across the page.” His eyes pinched closed as her laugh rang out. “Bad choice of words. You know what I mean. Go to a commercial break or something, will you? I’m dying here.”
Going to her tiptoes, she popped a fast kiss across his lips. “Don’t worry. I got your back… and your front, if you’d let me.”
“Honey,” he growled.
“Oh, all right, spoilsport.” Charlie stepped away and eased the remote console’s master lever higher. Theme music filled her earpiece.
“While Doc takes a breather to cool down, check out our story, TURN IT UP by Inez Kelley. Talk is foreplay and, oh boy, did we use it. This is WTXT’s Let’s Talk About Sex with Doctor Hot and the Honeypot, Live on the Carina Press blog, where no great story goes untold…even if it does come with peach lube.”
“HONEY!”
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TURN IT UP
Dr. Bastian Talbot and self-proclaimed sex goddess Charlie Pierce heat up the air waves with their flirty banter as radio hosts Dr. Hot and the Honeypot. Off the air, they’re best friends…but Bastian wants to be so much more. He wants Charlie—in bed, and forever.
Problem is, Charlie doesn’t do commitment. Sure, she’s had X-rated fantasies of Bastian, but he was always just a friend—until he impulsively proposes and unleashes the lust they’ve been denying for years. Charlie’s willing to explore where their wild chemistry leads, but she won’t marry him. And he won’t have sex with her until she accepts his proposal, despite her seductive schemes.
What are Dr. Hot and the Honeypot to do? Ask their listeners for advice on how to tame a sex kitten and turn a perfect gentleman into a shameless lover. The Race to Wed or Bed is on…who will turn up on top?
Inez Kelley is a multi-published author of various romance genres. You can visit her at her website http://inezkelley.com/ Follow her on twitter at @Inez_Kelley or on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/inez.kelley
Cut to two years later, the idea that I’d left on the shelves of my imagination decided it was tired of the dust-bunnies gnawing on its edges. So I pulled it off the shelf, stared at it a while from a couple different angles and decided the story needed to be told. I started with Sue’s horses since horses are typically part of a western. But I like to change the old standards. Instead of the hero being the cowboy, I made the heroine, Nikki, the horse breeder. The hero would be the neighbor—along came sex-on-legs Dillon. They’d gone to school together, maybe even eyed each other back in high school. But something had to happen to kick start them into giving in to their *cough*natural inclinations.
