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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.
Ten-Gallon Tarragon
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
Blurb
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.
Excerpt
(explicit)
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?
Coming Soon
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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5 comments:
Thanks for hosting me today, Cerise!
used tarragon to make a chicken salad
bn100candg at hotmail dot com
I bet that would liven up chicken salad, bn100.
At the Louvre museum in Paris, I had the best chicken salad sandwich of my life on a thin baguette and it had taragon in it. Yum. My mom also passed down a chicken taragon recipe which is basically just chicken, tarragon, bay chicken stock, salt and pepper and sour cream. Supr easy and under 30 min. if you use boneless, skinless chicken breasts. Now I'm craving chicken.
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Both of those sound great, Anne. I love Paris!
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