#AussieWeek with Lexxie Couperby Lexxie Couper
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Lexxie’s not a deviant. She just has a deviant’s imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get darkly erotic romances with a twist of horror, sci-fi and the paranormal.

When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family, a husband who thinks she’s insane, a indoor cat who likes to stalk shadows, two yabbies hell-bent on destroying their tank and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her life forever.

Having no idea how old she really is, Lexxie decided to go with 27 and has been that age for quite some time now. It's the best of both worlds - old enough to act mature, young enough to be silly.

And silly she can be. Just ask her husband who frequently has to endure her bursting into song whenever the mood strikes her, feeling him up in public (one of her favorite pastimes), or rolling around in the sand with their dog - a large mutt of dubious origins who causes almost as much havoc around the neighborhood as Lexxie herself. Or squealing her way down the slide at the local park with her daughter!

Lexxie lives by two simple rules - measure your success not by how much money you have, but by how often you laugh, and always try everything at least once. As a consequence, she's laughed her way through many an eyebrow raising adventure.

Meet Author Lexxie Couper

IMG_5160G’day everyone. It’s my turn. I’m Lexxie Couper. What’s the best way to introduce myself? Hmmm, I’m going to go with a quote from one of the best books every written, The Hitch-Hiker’s Galaxy, that perfectly sums me up. Ready?

One of the major difficulties Trillian experienced in her relationship with Zaphod was learning to distinguish between him pretending to be stupid just to get people off their guard, pretending to be stupid because he couldn’t be bothered to think and wanted someone else to do it for him, pretending to be outrageously stupid to hide the fact that he actually didn’t understand what was going on, and really being genuinely stupid. He was renowned for being amazingly clever and quite clearly was so – but not all the time, which obviously worried him, hence the act. He proffered people to be puzzled rather than contemptuous. This above all appeared to Trillian to be genuinely stupid, but she could no longer be bothered to argue about it.”

That quote, really sums me up.

Now, what else should I say about me? I’m a lunatic, a proud Aussie, I use terms like “fair dinkum”, “crikey” and “struth” regularly, I eat Vegemite, love Tim Tams, am a massive geek (ask me anything about Doctor Who, Star Trek, Indiana Jones and The Avengers and I’ll be able to answer it. Ohh, Thor…. *sigh*), have a husband who looks likes Colin Firth with a beard and two daughters who are one day going to either save the world (Peanut, who is 9 and wants to be an animal rights activist) or rule it (the Demon Princess, who is 6 and plans on being a criminal mastermind).

I’m also a proud erotic romance author who writes words like “pussy”, “cock” and “clit” often, despite the fact I’ve ever heard my mum say the word “sex” ever (she only ever called it “naughties”).

How’s that for introduction? J

Now…how about an excerpt? This one is from my January 14th release, Lead Me On (see a little bit more about Lead Me On in the interview below)

Excerpt: Lead Me On

Another cold blast of wind lashed at Lily. She shifted inside the warmth of Samuel’s jacket, hugged herself for a silent second before giving up her ridiculous struggle. Who was she kidding?

With a wry snort, she shoved her arms into the jacket’s sleeves, surrendering completely to Samuel’s residue warmth.

His triumphant chuckle beside her told Lily he hadn’t missed the significance of her actions.

Quiet moments passed. Neither said a word. The soft lapping of water on the yacht’s bow punctuated the thrum of the craft’s engine.

Lily watched San Francisco draw closer, a melancholy state falling over her.

The soft sound of Samuel humming caressed her senses and she turned her head, gazing up at his profile. “What’s that?” she asked, the rhythm tickling something inside her.

He flicked her a sideways glance. “Something that came into my head a few days ago. I’ve been playing around with it ever since.”

“It’s nice. Is there more?”

He shifted against the rail, his stare roaming her face. “She turns from me and my heart aches,” he sang, his voice deep and smooth. “She moves beyond and my soul weeps. She smiles and life is born anew. And hope becomes fate and fate becomes her.”

He stopped, the exquisite timbre of his voice fading to silence.

A deep tension stole through Lily. She swallowed, the rhythm and words still teasing her. “Wow, I really like that.”

He inclined his head. “Thanks. It’s still a work in progress. It’s been a while since I wrote a song. That was Nick’s forte, not mine.”

Lily smiled. “It’s good so far. What’s it called?”

His gaze held hers. “‘Lily’s Song’.”

Her breath caught in her throat. She stared at him, her heart thumping fast, her tummy knotting. “Why are you trying so hard to make me like you, Samuel?”

He studied her, his blue eyes shining with an emotion she couldn’t fathom. “Because the second I saw you,” he said, his voice husky, “the very second, I wanted you to.”

Her heart beat faster at his statement. Her stomach clenched. Her sex throbbed. She swallowed, a frown pulling at her eyebrows. “What if I never will?”

He leant forward, skimming his fingertips along the sensitive skin of her jaw, and brushed his lips over hers.

And all of Lily’s arguments faded from her mind.

She kissed him back. There was no other option. She’d fought her desire, her passion for this man for the last four days. She was tired of denying herself. Parting her lips, she touched her tongue to his eager one. His slick warmth slid over hers, coaxing more from her. She gave it, melting against his body, pressing her hips forward. His erection nudged her lower belly, hard and thick. Her head spun and she moaned into his mouth, a delicious charge of liquid energy licking through her core at his need for her.

When he buried his hands in her hair and nipped at her bottom lip with his teeth, she couldn’t help but whimper.

He raised his head enough to drag his mouth up to her ear, exploring its sensitive shell with his tongue. He tasted the shallow dip beneath her ear, nibbling on her jaw. She gasped, thrusting her hips forward again.

Samuel rolled his own hips, grinding his rigid shaft against her as his mouth reclaimed hers. He delved his tongue past her lips again, seeking hers, mating with it. Ferocious and ravenous.

Fresh need pooled in Lily’s pussy at his dominating hunger. She raked her nails across his back, down to his ass. The firm muscles bunched under her palms and he groaned, pushing his cock to her belly in an insistent spasm.

Lily’s knees trembled. She clung to him, taking pleasure from his wild kiss, his steely desire. When he captured her tongue with his lips and sucked it into his mouth, she dug her fingers into his butt cheeks and rammed her sex to his groin.

He let out a low growl, his heart a frantic beat against her breast. And then it wasn’t his chest flattening the heavy swells of flesh, but his hands. He pinned her to the bow’s railing and palmed each one, dragging his thumbs over her pebbled nipples until she tore her head from his, desperate for breath.

He gazed down into her face, his nostrils flaring, raw lust burning like blue fire in his eyes, and yanked the hemline of her shirt free from her jeans’ waistband.

She gasped, staring up at him. Aching for more. “Th-the captain?” she whispered.

“Is discreet,” he answered, his voice husky. Without breaking eye contact, he popped the top button of her shirt. And then the next, the next, the next, undoing them all until her torso was revealed to the night. “And too busy piloting the boat to worry about us.”

Interview questions:

  • Where in Australia do you live? In a beautiful lake and beach side city called Lake Macquarie which is so close to another beautiful coastal city called Newcastle that pretty much everyone just calls it Newcastle anyways 🙂
  • Tell us what made you start writing? The voices in my head. When I was young enough to hold a pencil and write sentences on paper, that’s when I became a writer. I wrote every night after dinner. It wasn’t a choice, it was just the way it had to be. Been that way every since (except I write through the day as well now)
  • Your favorite quote? I have two. This one:“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.”- Dr. Suess and this one: “I love deadline. I love the whooshing noise they make as they go by.” – Douglas Adams
  • Your plane goes down and you and the pilot are stranded on a tropical island. No phones, no supplies. You…
    • Freak out! Cry and have a nervous breakdown.
    • Go Native. Fashion a “Blue Lagoon” outfit and settle in for the duration. Let’s see what that pilot has under those clothes.
    • Put your pilot through his paces; let’s make him build a bonfire and catch some food.
    • Your own answer.

Definitely B. Unless the pilot is not worth stripping…then I’m going the way of Lord of the Flies, breaking the pilot’s glasses, getting myself a conk and blowing that thing until he does everything I say 🙂

  • What names do you write under and what genres? I write erotic romance (and the occasional erotica) under Lexxie Couper. I also write New Adult romance (without cliff-hangers) under the name Cherie M Hudson. Regardless of the genre, there’s lots of sarcasm, humour, plenty of sexual tension and angst.
  • What is your favorite guilty pleasure food? Ooooh, easy. Hot buttered toast smeared with Vegemite. Oh man…that, my friends, is the food of the Gods 🙂
  • Since you already live in paradise, where in the world do you dream of traveling to, and why? Hmm…this is a tricky one. I’m going to go with Scotland. Why? Because it looks so green and lush and moist and ancient. And hearing everyone speak with that sexy Scottish accent would be the ultimate aural viagra.
  • What is your next book? And when does it release? My next Lexxie Couper release is Lead Me On, which is Book Five in the Heart of Fame series (release date January 14 2014).

He may rock her world, but she will shake him to his soul.

Brooding. Arrogant. Narcissistic. Rock legend Samuel Gibson has worn all these labels—and he’s in no hurry to drop them. Until he meets Lily Pearce, whose brother would be the perfect new singer for the band. There’s an allure beneath Lily’s prickly demeanor that makes Samuel wonder if it’s time to correct some of the misconceptions trailing behind him like a mile of bad microphone cord.

After watching her brother get chewed up and spit out, Lily has no love for the hedonistic world of rock ’n’ roll, or anyone in it. Yet her own body betrays her with an instantly sizzling sexual attraction to the very symbol of everything she hates about that lifestyle—Samuel Gibson.

Things heat up and Lily’s heart is on the line once she starts to catch glimpses of the man beneath the reputation. But can she reconcile her feeling for Samuel with everything she knows his world to be?

Warning: Be prepared for sex, drugs, and rock ’n’ roll. As well as molten, relentless seduction. And heartbreak. Because rock stars rarely play by the rules.

My next (and very first!) Cherie M Hudson book, Unconditional, Always Book One, is scheduled for January 21st 2014.

She has a future she can’t escape. He refuses to let her face it alone.

Twenty-one. The age when adult life begins. In my case, it’s the age I learned my future sucked, big time, and there was nothing I could do about it. Every minute of every day I face the fact my life is only going to get worse. Why? Because I have early-onset Parkinson’s Disease. I’m not going to let it get me down, but I also can’t let anyone close. That’s not fair to them, or to me. Trust me. So that means my heart and my soul, is off-limits.

But then I get the chance to travel to Australia on a college scholarship program and life royally screws me over. Again. It was meant to be the most exciting ten weeks of my life. It turns out to be the most nerve wracking.

Raphael Jones is an arrogant Australian celebrity, the hottest guy on campus and a pain in my ass. Worst of all, he makes me ache for a life I’ll never be able to have. Especially when he takes me in his arms and does wicked things to my body.

How do I have a hope of surviving ten weeks in Australia when it’s not just the paparazzi who have me in their sights, but Raph as well? Because Raphael Jones is a man who always gets what he wants. And no matter what I say or do, he refuses to accept what I so painfully know: a life and future with me is no life at all.

  • Dogs or Cats? Both. To quote President Jack Nicholson, “Why can’t we just…all get along?” (Okay, I know Rodney King said it first, but how can you pass up quoting Jack?)
  • Finish this sentence: When I write I absolutely can’t do without … my personal, semi-naked, muscular, attentive masseuse tending to my every need. Unfortunately, he seems to have got lost somewhere on delivery so while I’m waiting, I absolutely can’t do without hot peppermint tea and Imagine Dragons playing loudly. Ah, the life of a writer…

You can find me at all these places:

Website: www.lexxiecouper.com and http://cheriemhudson.wordpress.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lexxie-Couper/231663340180702 and https://www.facebook.com/pages/Cherie-M-Hudson/1421481501417130

Twitter: https://twitter.com/lexxie_couper and https://twitter.com/CherieMHudson

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