I rarely have a movie star in mind when I create my hero's. It ruins the fantasy in my head. And why I prefer not to have a 100% visible face on my covers - so you the reader can conjure up your own fantasy hero. But, my newest release that came out just last Wednesday with Ellora's Cave
Four For The Show, was a little different.
The hero name Joe popped into my head and then along came Alcide right on behind. Perfect, I say to myself. He is one smexy dude. So I lay the tracks, without actually saying Joe Manganiello or Alcide, for the reader to picture him as my hunky hero. You'll have to read the book to see how I accomplish this
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In another story I'm working on, I picture the hero after a certain actor. One that I have adored for years. Not too well known, but I love him. Michael Biehn. You know, Kyle Reese from Terminator. Yes, him. They really do need to bring him back to the franchise in my opinion...anyway...
Blurb
Spectator Sex. Intriguing. Risqué. The idea
of watching other people have sex excites Tara to distraction. She hopes Joe is
as eager as she to slip into voyeur mode so they can take another step in their
sexual adventures. The last thing she expects is to evolve from watching
ménages to being part of the show. Or for the two hot men who join her and Joe
to not be able to keep their hands off each other.
Inside Scoop: In addition to being
with three men, our lucky heroine gets a little foreplay of the female variety.
An Exotika® contemporary erotica story from
Ellora’s Cave
Excerpt
I
chewed my lip and read the tweet. Dare I?
I
widened my eyes and read it again then sucked in a deep breath as I positioned
the curser over the words. Before I could change my mind, I highlighted,
right-clicked, saved and pasted it into an email for Joe.
Get hot and wet @desireafterdark
Friday night w/#spectatorsex #sexclub #couples #singlewomen
My
heart pounded and after just a nanosecond of hesitation I hit Send then laced
my fingers together, clutching tightly, and rested my chin on them. How long
would it take for a reply? Sure I had work to do, but right now I was dying to
know what he’d say.
We
were fairly new, a fresh couple who wasn’t really a couple. We’d met a few
months ago and had jumped in the sack pretty much right away. Our chemistry was
almost uncontrollable and the sex was great. No it was fucking unbelievable.
We’d just clicked, both in and out of bed. But we were not a forever couple and
had made it clear to each other right off the top. It wasn’t as if there were
anything wrong with him. Joe was incredibly hot and knew all my buttons. He’d
be a perfect forever partner, but I just wasn’t ready for that yet.
One
thing we’d never discussed was going to a sex club. Hadn’t even talked
fantasies or desires, or secret wants. Yet. Now was the perfect time to start.
Holy shit. Well, this email would certainly separate the men from the boys.
Spectator
sex. Now that was intriguing. I hadn’t really given it thought before, but a
little twizzle of excitement made me catch my breath. It meant we could go
without any self-imposed pressure of having to join into any groups. Sit in the
back. Watch. Get hot, horny and wet. And fuck.
I
sat up when a new message announced its arrival into my inbox with a ping. That
was quick. It hadn’t taken Joe long to reply and if that were any indication, I
knew exactly what his answer would be.
Clicking
the message open, I smiled. Guess who’s
going out to party tonight!
*
* * * *
“Parking
is a bitch here,” Joe said, without a hint of frustration. One of the things I
liked about him—how he just goes with the flow. He wheeled the big truck
through the cramped parking lot. I glanced around and couldn’t agree more.
“I
bet I can squeeze this beast into that spot there. Hop out because the door
will be up against that bush.”
I
grabbed my purse and after a brief contemplation of bringing in our gym bag
with our swimsuits, decided to leave it behind. We could always get it later.
The chill of fall was in the air and struck me after being in the warm truck
cab. The gravel parking lot was hell on my stiletto heels so I put my weight
onto the toes and hurried out of Joe’s way. It was frigging cold and goose
bumps rippled along my flesh. I wrapped my arms around my waist, trying to keep
my body heat close.
I
was definitely still in summer mode.
The micro-mini and slips of fabric covering my breasts could hardly be called
suitable for this brisk night. But I knew the unwritten dress code here, having
been once a long time ago with friends for a pole dance night. Less is more. Skimpy
is in. Exposure is key. So, with my pussy and ass almost hanging out of the
mini, and my boobs pushing the limits of the top, I was set to blend in with
the rest of the crowd.
Joe
had the truck squeezed in and prowled to my side. The intensity in his eyes,
dark and sensual, was enough to fire off all my nerve endings into a surge of
awareness. I needed his arms around me, for both the chill of the night but
also for the heat that flared deep in my belly.
“You’re
shivering,” he stated. Always the practical one.
“Suffering
for the cause.”
“When
the hell did you buy that getup anyway and where have you hidden it?” He
squeezed me and leaned down, taking the lobe of my ear between his lips. Gawd,
I loved it when he did that. Heat bloomed in my already excited libido. “You’ll
be the hottest bitch in the place.”
I
moaned when his lips moved down my neck. “Hardly. Wait ’til, ahh shit…um, you
see how they dress in there.” My legs wobbled when his hand swept down my back
and squeezed my ass in a tight grip. “Joe, stop.”
He
turned me and pushed me up against the cab of the truck. I yelped when the cold
metal shocked my heated flesh.
“Do
you really want me to stop?”
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