As a member of the CIA’s elite, Black Opals, Natalya Trubachev must live a lie, working undercover as the lover of Dmitri, a Russian mob boss...


After helping to break up a Russian human trafficking ring as part of the CIA’s elite Black Opal team, Alexei Nikanova’s newest assignment is to rescue...

30 November, 2011

Wicked Wednesday (8)

24 November, 2011

Back in the Trenches

In keeping with the Thursday Teaser theme...  Guess what landed in my inbox this last week?

Two very hot men and one extremely dangerous woman.

"Long golden-brown hair blew in the wind as he lounged against the brick exterior wall.  Her gaze locked with his light green eyes, and all the simmering desire that had flared between them since her arrival at her cousin’s club three weeks earlier ignited."


"He let out a soft laugh with a shake of his head.  A lock of wavy dark hair fell into his eyes.  He pushed it back and sank deeper into the chair, further stretching out his long muscular legs."

Yep, that's right -- edits came back for Lie to Me.  I'm pleased to report, there's not a whole lot of headaches involved.  YAY!

But, definitely time to hit the grindstone.  See you all next week!


23 November, 2011

Wicked Wednesday (7)

Here's a little something to brighten up your week.

Happy Wicked Wednesday everyone!

He reminds me of Misha... a favorite Opal of mine.

~Tori St. Claire

03 November, 2011

Thursday Teaser - Short Excerpt

Today's teaser is a short excerpt from Stripped.

WARNINGAs a reminder to those who read/come from the Claire Ashgrove blog or website, the content on this blog is ADULT

I hope you enjoy:


Body of secrets…

As a member of the CIA’s elite, Black Opals, Natalya Trubachev must live a lie, working undercover as the lover of Dmitri, a Russian mob boss. His business is trafficking vulnerable Las Vegas strippers overseas for twisted sex games. Natalya’s business is to blow the ring wide open and bring down Dmitri and his American contacts. But the stakes are raised when she learns that the next target is her own sister Kate, a dancer in the famed club Fantasia. Only now does Natalya realize how personal her mission has become, and how far she’s willing to go to complete it.

Body of lies…

The manager of Fantasia is Brandon Moretti, an undercover detective who keeps a close eye on his girls, and an even closer one on his sinfully sensual hire. For Natalya, working the club could be the break she’s been waiting for. But for Moretti, Natalya is a possible link to a killer. Only he never counted on her being so lethally seductive or so dangerous to get close to. As every forbidden pleasure between them is stripped away, his own secrets threaten their security, but it’s Natalya’s that could destroy them both.


The combined effect of heat beneath her hands, restless agitation in her veins, and the languid caress of his tongue pushed her into sensory overload. Too much at once. Not enough. Oh, Lord, she needed to breathe.

Natalya tore her mouth away and turned her face aside, gasping for air. His equally hard breath stirred her hair. He brought his hand to the crown of her head and guided her cheek to his shoulder. For several moments they stood unmoving, the only sound, their jagged breathing.

Brandon broke the silence first. “You know where we’re going, Natalya.” His hand skimmed around her ribs to fit between their bodies and cover her breast. Her lips parted on a silent gasp as he flicked his thumb over her aroused nipple. “You know how this ends, and you want it too.”

Yes, she did, and she couldn’t remember a time when she’d wanted a man the way she wanted Brandon Moretti. But the easy way he reduced her to warmed honey unnerved her more than the fierce desire that clamped her womb into a knot. She didn’t know how to just surrender to pleasure, to yield the control, and Brandon wrested that control out of her hands effortlessly.


She couldn’t allow that to happen. Couldn’t lose herself that far.

She stepped back, intending to extract herself from the magic of his fingers and escape. When she could discipline her body and mind, she could entertain Brandon’s suggestion. “Yes, but—”

He followed her retreat, forbidding her to flee as he cupped her other breast in his free hand. His fingers gently worked the soft flesh, his gaze never breaking from hers. The burn in that tawny stare sent rivulets of excitement thrumming through her blood. He knew what he wanted, and damned if she was going to stop him.

Brandon took a puckered nipple between his thumb and forefinger and squeezed. Natalya felt the pinch all the way through her womb, and her pussy contracted with need. Her thong was damp, the ache between her legs crying out for the stroke of his hands, the intrusion of his cock.

“But?” His voice was husky against the backdrop of reverberating bass. “But what?” He released her breasts to slide one large palm down her side, over the curve of her hip, and along her thigh. Gathering her skirt in his fingers, he exposed her bare leg at the same time he popped the solitary button of her dark green suit jacket. His gaze seared through the red lace that covered her breasts, warming her skin.

“I don’t—I mean, I’m—”

“Wet,” he murmured as his fingers crept beneath the curve of her bottom and slipped between her legs. He ran a solitary knuckle over the damp scrap of cloth that covered her pussy. “So very wet.”



02 November, 2011

Wicked Wednesday (6)

Okay gals -- here's our inspirational picture of the week.

Have a little Wicked for your Wednesday