Halloween's my favorite holiday and has been since I was little. I just love everything about fall! The scents, the sights, a good classic horror movie or two. Then there's the cider and candy. Sign me up!
But that's not what YOU're here for. Click on the moon and sky graphic below to continue on to your next stop on the blog hop, but I hope you stay behind a bit longer to read a never-before shared excerpt of my recent Ellora's Cave release, Personal Research! Thanks for stopping by!
WARNING: The following material only suitable for those 18 and over!
PERSONAL RESEARCH BLURB:
Briefs are Elena Thomas’s life, whether they’re legal at her day job or on the men in the erotic novels she writes. She’s just fine with saving her imagination for her books until temptation appears in the form of Nunzio, the smokin’-hot office IT guy. When he discovers one of her scorching books shooting out of the printer, Elena’s not sure if he wants her because she’s inventive or because he thinks she’s desperate. That doesn’t stop her from taking advantage of his “services”.
On her desk. On the copier. And, oh yeah—in her boss’s chair.
Nunzio’s shocked to learn Elena’s wall-hugging persona hides a wildcat of a woman with delicious fantasies and an enticing wit. She’s exactly what he’s been looking for in an adventurous lover—and girlfriend. He knows she enjoys their sexual research. Now he just has to convince her that sizzling sex is only the first chapter of their blazing-hot romance.
PERSONAL RESEARCH EXCERPT:
“But I get paid for those words. I write. I’m a writer.”
There, she’d said it, and the world hadn’t fallen off its axis. Besides, she was still draped over her desk with her ass in the air. How could words on a page be that shocking?
“So you admit your friend didn’t write those words.”
She managed to stand and winced from the desk burns on her knees. She felt his gaze on her as she reached up to unbind her hair, the symbolism of the act not lost on her.
Let down your hair and come out to play, Bella.
Well, she already had. She eyed the cock he’d tucked back inside his boxers. And she wasn’t quite done yet.
“Yes.” She tossed back her long, thick curls. “It’s me. I write erotic stories for people to read in the privacy of their own homes. Or on the train to work.” She shrugged, her gaze drifting to the thick fingers he’d propped under his chin. Fingers she wanted back on her body. She could recover when she was dead. “It helps pay the bills.”
“Do you not make enough money here?”
She shrugged again. “I get by.”
Her nipples budded against her bra as he studied her, appreciation ripe in his dark eyes. “You’re cold,” he said softly, skimming a hand over her bare bottom. Even that scant touch made her shiver. One corner of his mouth slid up. “And yet I want you even more naked. Guess I’ll have to warm you up.”
Click on the cover to redirect to Ellora's Cave's site!