I’ve just discovered I have a novella releasing on Friday!
Am I excited? You bet. I knew it was coming soon, I wasn’t aware how soon.
I have no link yet, but trust me, I’ll post one as soon as it’s available.
Meanwhile, here’s the blurb and a hot little teaser…
VISITING PARADISE: The Blurb
Beth Brown needs a holiday. She’s burnt out, single and madly in love with the man who pays her salary, Joe Bastion. Much as she’d like to act on her feelings, Beth’s learned the hard way not to sleep with the men she works for. As far as she is concerned, Joe is off limits.
Sometimes, to get what you want, you have to chase hard. And Joe wants Beth He’s organized the trip of a lifetime for her. Beth’s about to set sail into paradise, and she has no idea Joe’s the one who’ll be taking her there.
VISITING PARADISE: An Excerpt
(Be warned this an adult excerpt!)
En route to the galley to get a drink, Joe heard her call his name. He turned towards her cabin. The door was slightly ajar and he hesitated as he lifted his hand to knock. When he heard her call out again, he pushed the door open a couple of inches and stuck his head inside to answer. His words died on his lips.
Beth lay on the bed with her eyes closed. She’d pushed her nightgown up above her chest, leaving the rest of her body exposed. He froze, convinced he’d burst a major blood vessel. If the actual sight of Beth masturbating hadn’t given him the hugest erection in the history of mankind, the erotic sigh that escaped her lips would have. Beth fingering herself was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
God praise the thirst that forced me out of bed.
He’d known all along her cool, aloof act at work was just that—an act. The woman on the bed was on fire, so hot she was practically smoking. She had him smoking too.
He knew he should reveal himself, should cough or something. If Beth opened her eyes now… However, at that moment, he would have chosen seven years of torture over disturbing his sweet Bethy.
The light in the cabin was subdued, flashes of color flickering from the screen the only source of illumination. It made the scene seem surreal, unbelievable, and completely inflaming. A burst of laughter from the TV sounded abnormally loud and he held his breath, praying it wouldn’t disturb her.
It didn’t. One hand teased her rigid nipples, the other stroked her wet folds. The flashes of color accentuated her dewy lips. He would gladly have given his left testicle to replace her hand with his.
She trailed her finger up past her lips and stopped to twirl it around. Her back arched and another moan escaped her. He struggled to breathe. She was playing with her clit. How many times had he dreamed of licking her there? Of drawing his tongue over her engorged bud until she screamed from sheer bliss?
Christ, he couldn’t think clearly. His dick was so stiff he could have run a sail from it.
She slipped a finger between her lips and moaned. “Joe…”
He nearly tripped over his chin. She was fucking herself and moaning his name. That was what he’d heard earlier, when she’d called to him. A wave of hunger blasted through him, so powerful he was sure he’d come on the spot. Without even touching himself, he’d belt his load clean across the dining room.