Monday, October 28, 2013

Release Day!!!!

 Yay!  Tie Me Down and Full Exposure are now available!!  You can check them out here.  In honor of their re-release, I'm posting an excerpt from Tie Me Down, and giving away print copies of Tease Me and Soulbound.  All you have to do to be entered to win is post a comment here, tweet/facebook about it or like my Tracy Wolff facebook page.  Have a great Monday!

Blurb for Tie Me Down

For fans of Sylvia Day, E. L. James, and J. Kenner, the author of the edgy and erotic Full Exposure delivers another explosive tale of seduction and suspense.

As the only woman on her homicide squad, star investigator Genevieve Delacroix maintains a tough-as-nails attitude that keeps men at arm’s length. She never gives in to her secret fantasies—until she meets a mysterious stranger who teaches her how little control she really has over her mind or her body.

Cole Adams arrives in New Orleans believing Genevieve is his last hope for solving the murder of his younger sister. He just doesn’t expect the hard-bitten detective to look like a blond bombshell. Once he breaks through her inhibitions, he soon finds an unexpected obsession driving Genevieve right to the edge of desire . . . and beyond. But when the serial killer who has been terrorizing the streets of the French Quarter sets his sights on Genevieve, they realize that they both have let down their guard. And losing control can have fatal consequences.

Praise for Tie Me Down

“An intoxicating blend of suspense and eroticism that will leave readers breathless!”New York Times bestselling author Maya Banks

“Snares you in the first chapter with its detail of the desperation and need of the characters, and then keeps you enthralled as the plot unravels. Wolff grabs your attention and doesn’t let you go. A great read!”—Fresh Fiction

“All I can say is hot, hot, hot! Murder, mystery, and sex that sizzles—what more can a gal ask for? Warning—read this story with a fan ready at hand.”—Bestselling author Sunny

“The sex is wild, exotic, and inventive in Wolff’s serial-killer thriller.”RT Book Reviews


“What the hell are you doing?” she demanded as she uncocked the weapon, lowered it. But she didn’t holster it, not yet.
“I think that’s my question,” he growled, starting after her—backing her deeper and deeper into the alley.
“Excuse me?” She used the coldest Ice Queen voice she could muster, tried to hold her ground. But frissons of fear and—God help her—arousal were shooting down her spine. How the hell she could be turned on by his barbarian act she didn’t know, but her hormones were bouncing around like jumping beans, despite the fury emanating from Cole.
As she holstered her weapon—afraid she might shoot either him or herself if she wasn’t careful—lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the small alley for one frozen moment. Her eyes locked with Cole’s and he looked so angry, so aroused, she actually felt her knees knock together. The harsh planes of his face stood out in stark relief, his mouth tight.
Suddenly, she saw his lips move, saw the demand for information in his eyes, but a huge clap of thunder drowned out the words. Seconds later, the sky opened up and began to pour. She barely noticed the rain as Cole stalked toward her with feral eyes.
“Why’d you leave this morning?” he asked again. His voice was low, guttural.
Though Genevieve told herself not to move, she was backing up before her knees got the message from her brain. The show of fear, of submission, pissed her off, added to the anger that had been simmering since she’d seen his name on those logs hours before.
So instead of answering his question, she shot back one of her own. “What the hell are you doing researching murders that happen in my jurisdiction? What the hell are you doing researching me?”
He didn’t answer, just kept walking her back until his rock-hard body was flush against hers. Once again she told herself to hold her ground. Once again she found herself backing up. All the way this time, until her back was against the rough stone wall near the end of the alley.
“You don’t want to fuck with me on this, Genevieve. Why’d you sneak out like that, without even telling me where to find you?” Cole’s voice was lower now, more animal than human as he took advantage of her predicament, closing in until she was utterly surrounded. The wall at her back, his hard, unyielding body hovering only inches from her front. His powerful biceps caging her in from the sides.
His black-magic eyes demanding that she tell him what he wanted to know.
The wind picked up, made her shudder as it whipped around them, as wild and fierce as the attraction she couldn’t fight. It lashed the rain against her, against him, as it streamed down their bodies.
He pulled back, looked at her with wicked eyes that proclaimed just how much he wanted her—and just how far he would go to have her—and she became aware, for the first time, of how she must look to him. Her clothes were stuck to her and practically transparent, her nipples showing clearly through the thin lace of her bra, the even thinner cotton of her T-shirt.
Maybe she should have been frightened, with the storm raging around her and Cole burning beside her. But ten years on a male-dominated force had ensured she was not easily cowed.
Resolving to give as good as she got, Genevieve pressed her head back against the wall and glared at him with eyes she knew reflected her own fury, as the storm raged around them. “Answer my question and I’ll answer yours.”
“Fuck that.” He grabbed her wrists with one hand, his long fingers spanning both with ease. Yanked her arms above her head. Moved the last few inches until his body was pressed against hers from chest to thigh.
His breath was coming in short, hot gasps against her ear, his heart racing crazily against her breasts. And his erection, his infinitely arousing, unbelievably sexy erection, rested hot and heavy against her stomach. The rain made the barrier of their clothes nearly nonexistent, and she felt his heat against the very heart of her.
Shock raced through her as her brain demanded that she refuse to yield. But her body was firmly in control, the pleasure it took from Cole’s unprecedented dominance more than she could fight.
She loved every second of it. Loved the vulnerability of being spread for him. Loved the little frissons of fear working their way down her spine. Loved the idea of being helpless in the face of all this bristling male aggression.
She should have felt vulnerable, but she knew she was safe—she’d trained for years to handle herself against men twice her size. She should have felt uncomfortable, but everything about Cole felt right despite his obvious interest in her case. She should have felt anything—everything—but this overwhelming need to give him whatever he wanted to take. And to take even more for herself.
His grip was firm as he stretched her wrists higher, forcing her to arch her back to relieve the pressure. But as they skimmed down her throat his lips were more gentle than she would have dreamed possible.
“Tell me why,” he whispered, running his tongue over her collarbone.
“You already—” Her voice broke and she had to start again. “You already knew where to find me.”
“What makes you say that?”
“I found your file.” She pushed against him with all the strength she could muster, but he just snarled and pushed back.
“You should have stuck around—I would have explained everything. It would have saved me the trouble of hauling you back.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
His chuckle was low, wicked. “You don’t have a clue what I’ll dare.” He reached up with his free hand, fastened on the collar of her simple cotton T-shirt. And then he was yanking, his powerful fist ripping through the material like so much fluff.
She gasped in surprise, her body shuddering as shock ricocheted through her. She started to protest, but he was pushing her bra out of the way, drawing her nipple into his mouth with a suction so strong she couldn’t tell where the pleasure left off and the pain began. She knew only that the two were hand in hand as she arched her back, begging for more. Begging for everything.
He lifted his head for a moment, looked at her in the dim light with eyes gleaming. That small break brought her back from the edge of sensual overload, and common sense reasserted itself for a moment. Pushing at his shoulders with firm hands, she said, “Cole, stop. We can’t do this here.”
“We are doing this here.” He bit down on her nipple and she nearly came unglued, her body bucking violently against him.
“But,” she tried one more time, clinging to sanity with bloody, battered fingertips. “We’re in public.”
“Then you had better be quiet,” he growled against her breast. “Because we’re not leaving here until I feel you come.”
Genevieve whimpered, tried once again to shove against his immense shoulders. But it was no use and she knew it, because she wanted this as much as he did. Maybe even more—a walk on the wild side when she’d always been so careful to follow the rules, to do nothing to draw attention to herself.
Shooting a look down the alley, she was comforted by the utter darkness and the knowledge that the tourists were too busy on Bourbon Street—and too scared of the big, bad Quarter at night—to come looking down this alley.
And then she forgot all of her concerns, the need to orgasm rising sharply with each stroke of his tongue on her breast. Her body was spinning out of control, desire taking over completely.
Moaning, panting, she pressed her breast more firmly against his mouth, relishing the feel of his tongue around her areola. Loving the sharp nip of his teeth against her diamond-hard nipple.
“Cole, please,” she begged, spreading her legs and pressing her lower body against the hardness of his thigh. She needed him against her, needed him inside her like she’d never needed anything before in her life.
He gave her just a little of what she craved. Slid his thigh between hers and let her rock against him until she was nearly insane with the need to come. Her clit was hot, her womb aching, and she was more than ready for him.
But he was so much better at the game than she, and he pulled away just as the orgasm started rising, her body one thrust away from completion.
She whimpered, tried to follow him, but he held her in place with one hand against her stomach while the other remained anchored to her wrists. “What are you—” She couldn’t finish the question, desire so out of control that she had no hope for coherent thought.
“Don’t leave like that again,” Cole whispered, licking from the valley between her breasts to the hollow of her throat.
“What?” she asked, every part of her trembling with the need for release.
“Promise me you won’t walk out like that again—without so much as a note.” His teeth sunk into her shoulder, hard, and she screamed as pleasure shot through her.
“Genevieve,” he prompted, his tongue tenderly licking away the bite marks.
“I won’t!” She gave in abruptly, too strung out to fight him anymore. “I’ll tell you next time.”
Abruptly he lifted his head, stared at her with eyes that glowed red in the twilight shadows. “Thank you.”
Before she could figure out how to answer, the hand resting on her stomach moved. Slid inside the waistband of her pants and found her sex. Hot, wet, aching.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He slipped one long finger inside her, curved it so he touched her G-spot with the first stroke. Then pulled back and did it again and again. On the fifth stroke of his finger she started to come, wave after wave of sensation swamping her.
He moved his thumb, circled it around her throbbing clit. Once, twice. She glanced up and into his obsidian eyes and shot over a higher, steeper edge, her body completely out of her control as ecstasy whipped through her nerve endings. Her muscles spasmed, clutched at him, wanting to take him deeper and deeper inside her until the pleasure was all-consuming, never-ending.
-Cole held her through it, swallowing her cries with his mouth as his fingers continued to work her, controlling her response. Taking her higher. When she couldn’t take it anymore, when her body was so stressed out and sensitive that she was almost at breaking point, she jerked her mouth from his. Laid her head on his broad shoulder and gasped, “No more, Cole. Please, no more.”
“There’s always more, Genevieve.”


Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Snippet from Full Exposure

I'm so excited that Random House is re-issuing Full Exposure on October 28th.  Full Exposure is the first book I ever wrote and I will always have a soft spot for it :)  So, to celebrate the fact that release day is only a week away, I thought I'd put up a super sexy excerpt.  Enjoy :)


The contrast between the bright, warm outdoors and the cool darkness of the photography museum took a few moments to get used to. As Serena paused to get her bearings, Kevin reached for his wallet to pay the admission price, but Serena stopped him.
“My surprise, my treat,” she said, pulling out a twenty dollar bill.
Kevin eyed her in surprise. “I don’t mind—”
“I do.” She squeezed his hand before turning to the elderly woman behind the desk. “Two please.”
“I only charged you half price, since we’re closing in about forty-five minutes,” she was told as the woman gave her more change than she expected. “That’s why we’re just about empty.”
Perfect. Anticipation thrummed through Serena as she tugged Kevin into the main collection room. “Thanks. That’s great,” she called over her shoulder. “We just want to look around a little.”
They strolled through the main gallery looking at the photos by numerous photographers. Kevin stopped before two photos with artificially bright colors that ran together. “I like these,” he murmured, studying the pictures of a street fair. In the first, all the people and booths blurred together in a surreal riot of color with only the perfect sandcastles in the distance in focus. The second had the same blurred colorscape, but it focused on the once perfect sandcastles being destroyed as children in brightly colored suits ran through them.
He glanced down to see the photographer’s name, felt a jolt when he realized they were Serena’s. His eyes flew to hers and she shrugged. “My one and only museum pieces.”
“They’re fabulous. I didn’t realize—”
“Didn’t realize what?” she teased, dragging him away. “That I actually know what I’m doing?”
“No!” he protested. “Just that—”
She leaned forward and kissed him, effectively shutting down his argument. “Come on. I want to see Glenn’s work.” She pulled him into one of the smaller rooms of the main one.
It took him a moment to adjust to the near total blackness in the room, the darkness illuminated only by the small spotlights focused individually on each of the photos on the wall. As his eyes gradually adjusted, he took in the images closest to him. His body stiffened a little more with each frame that he looked at.
He reached out, snagged Serena’s hand as she moved away from him. “Exactly what kind of exhibit is this?” he asked.
She grinned slyly, tugging her hand from his. “Glenn specializes in erotic photography.”
Kevin sucked air through his teeth as he hardened instantly. He stared at a particularly provocative black-and-white photo of a man on his knees in front of a woman. They were both dressed, but her skirt was hiked up to her waist. And though the camera was angled in such a way that it was impossible to see the details, the look on the woman’s face spoke volumes about what was going on.
His overactive libido substituted Serena’s gorgeous face and body for the woman’s in the photograph and he felt himself growing harder still. He shifted, trying to make his erection a little less noticeable.
Until he saw the next picture in the series. The same woman was laying on a bed, her dress gone and her thighs spread open as she rested on her elbows. Though her underwear covered as much as a bathing suit, once again it was the look in her eyes and the energy pouring through her that told the story. Last night, Serena had been in just that position. Her beautiful back arched, her gorgeous breasts lifted for his mouth, her silken thighs laid open for him.
Suddenly a powerful surge of lust hit him, so powerful, in fact, that he was afraid to move in case he totally lost it. What the hell was wrong with him? He was an artist, had studied erotic art and photography in school and had never reacted to it like this. So why now, when he wanted to be cool and suave, was he reacting like a sex-crazed teenager?
Serena’s spicy perfume tempted him almost beyond bearing as she came back to him, reaching out a hand to grasp his. “Do you like?” Her voice was low and teasing.
He cleared his throat, tried not to embarrass himself. “What’s not to like?”
“That’s what I say,” she said with a grin. “Come here, I want to show you my favorites.”
She dragged him over to a corner display of three black-and-white photos. The second he was close enough to see, his entire body tightened to the point of agony. The first photo showed a man and a woman in evening clothes. They were running in the rain, and though they had an umbrella, the woman’s white dress was plastered to her body, revealing shadows of both her nipples and her pubic hair. In the second photo, the man had her backed up against a brick wall. His body pressed intimately against hers while his hands tangled in her wet hair and his mouth brushed kisses on her neck.
The final photo showed him cupping her ass while she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her skirt was bunched between them and her head rested against the wall as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. As he stared, wordlessly, at the picture, flashes of Serena in just such a position whirled through his mind. Her beautiful breasts spilling over the top of her dress. Her long, elegant legs wrapped around his waist. Her head thrown back in ecstasy as he pumped into her again and again.
The image was so real he nearly came right there in the middle of the museum. Clearing his throat, Kevin blinked and shook his head, trying desperately to chase the image of Serena in the middle of an orgasm from his mind.
“So, what do you think?” she asked.
“About what?” He didn’t turn and look at her, knowing that he’d grab her if he did. Not that looking at the photographs was doing much to calm him down, but he’d take what he could get in a crisis.
She laid her hand on his arm, waited patiently until his eyes met hers. “About the pictures.”
He cleared his throat again, a gesture that was getting to be a habit around her. “I like them. Especially the last one. It’s very . . .” His voice trailed off.
“Sensual?” she asked, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Realistic? Arousing?” She stepped closer, glancing down at his very obvious erection as she did.
“Uh, definitely. All of those.” He took a step back, his pride smarting over having to retreat from her. But Serena was so into the photos he didn’t want to ruin it for her by acting like a total pervert who couldn’t handle some really beautiful adult art.
“I think so too.” She moved another step closer to him, her breasts nearly brushing his chest before she turned back to the photos. “I’ve seen them before, right after Glenn finished them. The last one’s my favorite too. You can see the passion between them, not just in the obvious sexual position. But in the details.
“See how her hands are on his shoulders? They’re not just resting there. They’re clinging, the fingers digging in as she arches her lower body against him.” Her hands rested on his shoulders, lightly caressing him through his jacket.
“And his hands aren’t just grabbing her ass so he can fuck her. Look at him. He’s pulling her into him possessively—claiming her as his, branding her with more than just his cock.” One hand skimmed down his back to rest firmly on his ass while the other continued to massage his shoulders.
“Look how she’s offering herself to him. He isn’t just taking, she’s giving. Look at how she’s thrusting her breast into his mouth. You can tell that she’s begging for more. That she wants his mouth everywhere at once.” She stepped behind him, thrust her breasts against his back as her hands crept around to his chest, her fingers lightly flicking against his rapidly hardening nipples.
“Her head’s thrown back, exposing the slender column of her throat. A totally defenseless position. Her legs are wrapped around him, once again giving him the position of power. She’s so vulnerable that he could hurt her, easily. A hand around her throat, a too violent thrust. But he doesn’t. He’s as vulnerable to her as she is to him.” She rested her head against his shoulders even as she began stroking his erection through his pants, hand over hand.
Kevin reached down, trapping her hands against him as he thrust helplessly against her. He couldn’t remember ever being this turned on in his entire life. Each breath burned violently through his lungs. Each beat of his heart thudded painfully in his chest. Each caress of her fingers pulsed through him, until his cock was so hard he felt like it could hammer nails through concrete. Literally.
He thrust one more time against her hands and then stilled. He turned, pulling her into his arms as he lowered his mouth to her ear. “Let’s go find the limo,” he murmured.
“The limo?” Her eyes were almost as glazed as his.
“I’ll die if I’m not inside you. Soon.”
She licked her lips, even as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed against him. “Here. Now.”
“Right now?” He wanted to protest, to tell her all the reasons it was a bad idea. But her words whirled through him, taking his excitement to a level he hadn’t thought possible.
She nodded, pulling him into the dark and shadowed corner. “Right now.” She opened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. He nearly shouted in ecstasy when his cock sprang free of the confining clothes as her talented fingers slowly lowered his zipper.
But he had to be sure she knew what she was doing, had to be sure she really wanted this. “Serena, we should stop. Go somewhere more private.” Though it cost him dearly, he stopped her gentle stroking with his own hands.
“I don’t want to.” She licked her lips, pulled him with her as she backed up against the wall.
He pulled back, studied her face. “Are you sure?”
“You worry too much,” she murmured, leaning forward and blowing a stream of warm air against his ear. “Touch me.” Serena guided his hand under her skirt and up to her hot, wet folds.
His fingers found her, stroked her clit before he could stop himself. “You’re not wearing any—”
“Nope. Just a garter belt and stockings. Nothing else.”
“Damn,” he breathed, slipping a finger inside of her. “You feel so good.”
She moaned low in her throat, arched her hips and pulled him deeper inside of her. “So do you. Now fuck me before I explode.”
The vulgar words speared through him, increasing his excitement to a fever pitch. With a groan, he slipped his hands under her ass and lifted her against the wall. His cock pressed urgently against her, wetness already leaking from its head.
“Wait,” she cried breathlessly, reaching into the very top of her stocking and pulling out a condom. “You need this.”
How could he have forgotten? He moved to take it from her, but she tore the package open with her teeth and slowly, slowly rolled the thin barrier over him. By the time the thing was on he was desperate for her. With one hard thrust he buried himself to the hilt, loving the feel of her tight, wet muscles around him.
Mon Dieu, Serena. You’re wicked.” Again and again he pounded into her willing body.
“I know.” She pushed against him. “Harder, Kevin. Please. Harder.”
Her long legs were locked around him. Her head was thrown back. Her nipple was in his mouth. One hand was wrapped around his shoulders and the other slipped between them to stroke her clit as she pleaded with him. He gave her what she wanted, thrusting harder and deeper than he ever had before.
As he filled her completely, as he pounded into her as hard and as fast as possible, it came to him. He loved this woman. Loved everything about her, from the calm and cool woman she showed the public to the hot-blooded, passionate woman who made love to him better and hotter than anyone ever had. He loved holding her in his arms, loved watching her sleep, loved her strengths and her vulnerabilities.
As the realization of his feelings for her swept through him, so did the urgent need to come. “Serena, mon amour,” he gasped. “I can’t last much—”
With a low, keening cry she shattered, her muscles milking him until he too let go of his control and came apart in her arms.