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Thank you for hosting me today. I’m excited to talk about the spice TARRAGON, and my latest release, Stripper With Spice, a contemporary erotic romance.
I confess, I’m not aware of ever having eaten tarragon. Apparently, it’s good in soups and sauces. I love the way the word sounds, though. I was surprised to learn this spice is related to the American sagebrush, which makes me think of the Wild West. I haven’t yet written any erotic cowboy stories. With so many authors doing a fantastic job at that, I’m not sure I could compete.
But the West has lived within me since I was 12. For some reason, I became fascinated with it then, reading every book on the subject I could find and plastering my wall with drawings of canyons and cacti. I even bought cowboy boots and a hat. Back then, I’d never set foot out there. When I grew up and got a job, Arizona was my first destination. By now, I’ve been to nearly every western state. I especially enjoyed revisiting Texas for a writer’s conference last year. My eyes about popped out of my head from all the male, western eye candy strutting around in boots. A few years before that, a couple of drop-dead gorgeous dudes in cowboy hats at the Montana airport turned me into a babbling, lust-crazed idiot.
While I’ve never dated anyone from the West, I had a country boyfriend once that was the next best thing. He was tall and looked mighty fine in jeans and a western shirt. He even talked with a slow, country drawl. Best of all were his cowboy boots. He ambled around them so naturally, as if he’d just gotten off a horse. I love the decisive, manly sounds those wooden heels make on the floor. My husband has boots too, and we used to do country western dancing when it was popular. After several attempts to teach me the two step, though, I think he gave up. Unfortunately, the boots have grown dusty as life and work schedules intrude.
Even though my story has an eastern setting, I couldn’t help letting a little western flavor intrude. Carlos’s stage name is Cool Hand Carlos, and he dresses in a sexy cowboy outfit while he does his slow, sultry dance routine. Although Janice has a hard time handling his stripping career, she’s just as entranced by his western stage persona as everyone else. Male performers work magic and each is as unique as a particular spice.
Stripper With Spice
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing
Release Date: 10 January 2014
eBook ISBN #: 978-14199-49050
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Getting back on her feet after unemployment, Janice treats herself to an erotic-romance convention. After winning a two-hour fantasy date with Carlos Aguilar, a young stripper, she decides to have a one-time fantasy fling.
When Carlos entices her back to the bedroom—and a few public places—for more sizzling sex, he unleashes her passions, including a secret desire to be a chef. Janice learns there’s more to this heartthrob than a hot body, but job security comes first.
To convince her he’s more than a fantasy, Carlos teaches her trust with his body. But when that trust is finally tested to the limit, she’ll be torn between clinging to safety and taking a chance on a whole new life.
Stripper With Spice - Copyright © AFTON LOCKE, 2014 - All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
I chose you.
He looks and sounds so serious and honest, how can I not be completely convinced? His words echo inside my head as he grips both sides of my face and lowers his mouth to mine in slow motion. The thrill bubbles return to my bloodstream as if the elevator cable has just snapped, dropping us to the basement.
Unlike last night’s, this kiss is slow and full of promise. He samples my mouth as if we have all the time in the world. A flash of mint-flavored tongue pierces my soul, tearing a moan from my throat. With one hand still on the button, I raise my other to his shoulder. Feeling the bare, hot skin there fuels my desire, pushing me dangerously close to the edge of self-control.
“Do you want this as much as I do, Janice?”
God, yes. I need more…all of you.
I reply by sliding my hand across the tiger-striped fabric over his back. The warm satin, with muscles moving under it, is just as sexy as bare skin. His hips dance against mine—rubbing, thrusting and teasing. My fingers move to the worn waistband of his jeans at his side, wanting to pull them off. My body throbs, needing him as I’ve never needed anything before.
When he pulls my finger off the close-door button, the door opens to reveal an annoyed looking family of five waiting to get on. The parents, obviously noticing Carlos’ wild vest and our heavy breathing, exchange a disgusted look.
Carlos takes my hand and leads me off the elevator. My heart races as we walk down the corridor. Luckily, the carpet absorbs the trembling in my legs so it doesn’t make a sound.
He stops at one of the doors. I fixate on the way he slides his keycard from his back pocket and inserts it into the door reader. It’s something I’ve done myself a million times without thinking, but this is different. This is foreplay.
The door responds with a little click and a flashing green light. I guess we just got the green light for wild, hot sex. My heart accelerates even more. If it goes any faster, he’ll have to call a paramedic. I can read the headline now.
Boring financial analyst dies from anticipating sex with a hot cover model.
I check my watch. Fifteen minutes have passed.
“We still have plenty of time.” He ushers me inside and closes the door behind me.
The room is completely dark because the drapes are drawn. It’s as if we’ve entered a private cave, hidden from the world. This is it, I think as Carlos flips on a dim lamp. We’re really going to do this. We’re going to have sex.
“Come in and make yourself comfortable,” he says.
I stay where I am but gaze around the room, noticing with approval how neat he is. His clothes hang in the closet and his toiletries are laid out on one corner of the sink. The smoky-brown bottle probably contains the mysterious mesquite scent. I wish he were a slob so I could tell myself it would never work between us.
It doesn’t take long for my attention to stumble across the centerpiece of the room, the large bed. Is it another stage? Is the perfectly pressed red cover the curtain? Unlike the platforms we shared for the photo shoot and lap dance, this one is completely private.
What if he doesn’t like my performance?
Rock My Boat
Workaholic CEO Rhonda Simms embarks on a Caribbean cruise to create an ad campaign for a big maritime freight client. She finds it impossible to concentrate, however, when Simon Mann, a blue marlin shifter, sets his sights on her. From a private, hands-on safety briefing to a wild ride in the ocean, he rocks her ordered world.
Simon drowned years ago in a shipwreck caused by Rhonda’s client, and he’ll do anything to be a normal man again. As his mate, Rhonda is the only person who can help him.
Tired of being so responsible, Rhonda is ready to let loose with a shipboard fling. Mating with Simon could cost a lot more than her virginity, however. Will she stick to her present course or will she let this sexy alpha rock her boat?
This story will be part of the Tall, Dark & Alpha boxed set, which will release 10 March 2014.
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