Guess who’s back visiting the Spicy Butterfly Garden?! That’s right… none other than the very talented Doris O’Connor! I’ve had Doris on my blog several times because if you want to know the truth, I love her creativity and spunk! Her stories always seem to take me somewhere I didn’t expect to go or ever thought about going and she does so in quite a sexy way! Today, Doris is here to tell us about her latest release from Siren Publishing entitled Man-Droid the Orgasmatron. I know, right?! This one is going to be FUN!
Thanks so much for having me on your blog again, Jessica 🙂
Hands up who here likes a good sci-fi romance? You do? Oh, goody, because I just happen to have written one—well, a sci-fi romance, that is— it’s up to you readers to decide if it’s any good, of course.
Imagine a future where sex-androids are a common commodity and they look so real, that no one can tell them apart from the real thing, so to speak. And then imagine that one of those Man-Droids has always wanted to feel more human, so his inventor has given him an experimental emotion chip.
Such is the premise of my story Man-Droid the Orgasmatron.
Add to that a less than pleased government, and things get interesting. Sentient, feeling, self-evolving Androids… good idea or bad? My heroine is not convinced, not at all, but she signs up for the new trial anyway.
What she doesn’t bargain on is the fact that she will find her Man-Droid irresistible. Well, how can you resist a man designed to fulfil your every fantasy? And what happens when lust turns to love? Can there ever be a future between a human and a machine?
[Siren Classic: Erotic Futuristic Sci-Fi Romance, light bondage, spanking, HEA]
The plan had been simple. Sign up for the sex android trial, so that she had a doting boyfriend to present at the dreaded school reunion.
It was just her luck that Bethany Devlin had to get the one man-droid with an emotion chip. Unable to resist Elliot’s charms, she finds in him the only partner she can truly submit to. If only he was real and not just an illusion.
Elliot Parsons has a hard time coming to terms with the fact that he has emotions. Orgasmatrons are programmed to fulfill their partner’s every sexual fantasy, but Beth proves to be so much more than just another program to run through. He needs her submission like the very air he pretends to breathe, and he will do anything to keep her safe.
Deciding what is love and what is lust proves nigh on impossible when the government interferes. Time is running out…
Elliot seemed in a deep sleep, and she took the moment to truly study him. He truly was male perfection, every taut muscle relaxed in his sleep. If only he wasn’t a machine. Beth shook herself. Where had that thought come from? She wasn’t looking for a relationship, was she? Men took over and left their dirty clothes on the floor, not that Elliot had done so. She smiled at the sight of his neatly folded trousers on the chair by her makeup desk. His shoes stood underneath the chair, his now-dry shirt draped over the top. No, her Man-Droid would not make a nuisance of himself. He was programmed to please, and boy, did he do that. She just had to remember that this wasn’t real, and it couldn’t last. He might have an emotion chip, but that did not make him human. Reading more into this arrangement than it was would be a one-way ticket to heartbreak city.
Elliot was so utterly still, unease traced a line of gooseflesh up her spine. Was he even breathing? She leant close to hold her hand just over his mouth and nose, waiting for the breath that never came. Of course it didn’t. He was probably recharging or some such, and he didn’t feel the need to keep up the pretense of breathing.
Even with that further confirmation of his not-human state, her hormones weren’t listening. She traced his perfect jawline with her index finger, over the prominent Adam’s apple, and then followed the fine swirls of his chest hair. His skin was reassuringly warm under her fingertips, his heartbeat a steady thrum when she bent her head to listen to his chest. From this angle she had a perfect view of his fully erect cock. Thick and long, it reached almost up to his navel, and her throat went dry. She hadn’t managed to get a good look at this part of his anatomy last night, and just like the rest of him it was perfection. She smirked, recalling his statement that he had no control over his dick around her. Beth hadn’t entirely believed that claim, but with the rock-hard evidence in front of her eyes, maybe he had been telling the truth, and besides, he wasn’t supposed to be able to tell untruths. Then again he wasn’t supposed to have emotions, either, so who knew what to believe anymore.
All she did know was that her fingers itched to touch the thick head. Velvet-covered steel met her tentative exploration, and she glanced up to see his reaction. He still seemed fast asleep, so she took his shaft in hand. His heat branded her, and she swallowed hard at the weight and thickness of him. A drop of pre-cum gathered on the tip of his cock, and she closed her eyes and licked the liquid off his slit. Her taste buds exploded with the rich flavor of chocolate and coffee, mixed in with a hint of strawberry, and she released him with a frown.
She sensed rather than saw Elliot stir, and his cock grew bigger and thicker under her fingers. The delicious scent of all her favorite flavors intensified until she couldn’t resist temptation any longer, and took him deep into her mouth. His growl in response trembled through every fiber of her being and settled low in her abdomen. Her pussy clenched and she steadied herself on his thighs, when Elliot lifted her effortlessly until she straddled his chest. He blew against her wet slit, and Beth moaned around his aroused flesh in her mouth, causing his hands to tighten on her thighs.
Tiny spurts of his delicious cum hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed them eagerly. Beth cupped his heavy balls and squeezed, and he retaliated by licking a path of awareness along her slit and up to her anus. He licked around the rim and then tunneled his tongue inside the puckered hole, whilst thrusting his long digits in and out of her pussy.
Beth didn’t know who groaned loudest as she stepped up the suckling off his dick, as though it was the sweetest lollipop, and he in turn lapped up the juices he spread with his fingers. She lost her rhythm completely when he pushed his thumb through the tight ring of muscle and massaged the walls of her vagina with his other hand. With that unerring precision he had shown the night before, he found and massaged her sweet spot until spots danced in front of her vision.
His lips lifted, fucking her mouth with his cock in tune with the fingers up both her holes, and utterly filled and taken over by him, the triple stimulation proved too much for Beth. She screamed her release around his dick as the waves of her climax sucked her under, until she could only feel and hang on for dear life. When her body finally stopped shaking, she lay sprawled along his body, his cock inches away from her lips, and she moaned her denial.
When she tried to take him back in her mouth, his sharp, “No,” stopped her dead.
“I want inside your sweet pussy this time, Beth. Scoot.” He grumbled the words and he shifted her downward until he had her aligned just right. With a tug to her hair, he pulled her upward, and like a heat-seeking missile, his amazing cock found its target.
Beth almost came again, so intense was the feeling of being impaled on his thick member. It twitched and grew inside her until it hit every sensitive nerve ending.
“Ride me, cowgirl.”
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
I fell in love with this blog post feature that Sandra Bunino hosts and allows me, and others, to participate in every week. Mid-Week tease is a new feature that allows authors to share a snippet of a new release, a backlisted title or a WIP. It’s great fun because aside from sharing a little part of my work, I get to read those snippets of the other authors on the list and have been introduced to an amazing amount of great authors and books.
This week, in honor of my new release, Board Approve, I’m going to share a very sexy snippet from it. This story centers on a May/December romance between Greg Snow, a 42 year old corporate attorney and Tessa Mills, a 27 year old yoga instructor. They meet in the parking lot of Advantage Insurance Company as Greg is heading to a board meeting there. He asks her out eventually and she agrees because the attraction between them is undeniable. He learns that Tessa has been in some not-so-good relationships, so he uses his patience to keep things about her needs. But Tessa has other plans…
He backed out the parking space and headed toward the exit of the parking lot. Turning on the roadway, he started driving towards Gulf Drive in silence.
Tessa slid her hand across the console and onto his leg. His thigh tensed under her hand, but he kept his eyes on the road and both hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. She heard the turn signal click on as they made a left onto Gulf Drive, headed towards what she imagined was his condo. Her hand moved slowly up his thigh until she felt the bulge in his pants. The corners of her mouth slipped up into a smile. She did this to him. She had some pride in that fact. Her hand cupped him through his jeans and he grabbed her wrist.
“Tessa,” he pleaded, still keeping his eyes on the road. She unbuckled her seat belt and raised herself up to lick the side of his neck. His growl was primal and his grip on her wrist grew tighter. “Buckle your seat belt,” he ordered as he pushed the gas pedal, moving the car through an intersection.
Tessa’s other hand came around and undid his belt and the button of his jeans. His head went back against the headrest and he groaned. He had to keep a hand on the steering wheel so she knew she had him and he knew it too. Her hand slid beneath his boxer briefs and for the first time she felt his rock hard cock in the flesh. He was even bigger than she imagined, but she swallowed down the panic because she wanted desperately to give this to him.
“I want to taste you now,” she whispered against his neck. Her hand freed him from his underwear and her fingers wrapped around his girth. Slowly, she moved her hand up and down his length.
“Jesus Christ,” Greg moaned. Tessa lowered her head to hover over the bulbous head of his cock. She had only given one blowjob in her entire life and she wanted to get it right. She wanted to please him like he did her. His earthy male scent invaded her senses. God, he smelled amazing! Her tongue flicked out over the head of his cock and his salty flavor made her moan. Gripping the base of his cock, she licked the head again.
“I want to release that tension for you,” she whispered against the head his cock before her mouth opened and engulfed him.
I hope you enjoyed this sexy snippet. If you want to add Board Approved to your TBR list, you can find it here on Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18214843-board-approved
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Today at the Spicy Butterfly Garden I have the great pleasure of hosting Lea Bronsen and her new Evernight Publishing Romance on the Go, My Biggest Fan. Since most of us have a thing for bad boys, myself included, I knew I had to pick up Lea’s book. Shawn is everything us females seek in a bad boy. He’s in a rock band, for crying out loud! But one of the things about bad boys is when they fall, they usually fall pretty hard and I think that’s the case because they never expect the fall. I thoroughly enjoyed My Biggest Fan. It was a quick and fun read with just enough sexy to keep you warm at night. I’m sure you all will feel the same. 🙂
Shawn Torien is a handsome, arrogant bassist with the groove rock band Bloodless. At thirty four, he’s seen everything, been everywhere, and all is handed to him on a silver plate—groupies included. His rock star attitude is questioned when the record company’s young webmistress Samantha joins the band to cover their life on the road.
Since she has crushed on Shawn for years, he takes great pleasure in teasing her and pushing her away… until he learns about the woman beneath the surface.
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Lea lives in Europe with her husband and three children. She’s a fan of intense reads, the same way she loves intense sports, music, and rides. She has written adventure, mystery, and action-packed stories from an early age. In addition to the erotic romance short story “My Biggest Fan”, she recently published the crime drama novel “Wild Hearted” and has the thriller sequel “Carnivora”, the erotica novella “Risky Fever”, and a mystery/romance collaboration novel coming soon.
The backstage room is filling with people. Band members, roadies, management, and special guests such as family, media, and a few pre-selected fans. The place buzzes with chatting and chuckling, and I stop in the door to assess. Don’t see any eye-catching hotness yet.
Sweat runs from my head, along my back, and down my abs. My soaked shirt glues to my skin, and I stink of hour-long transpiration. I need a shower, but there’s so much else I want to do first: get a drink, a smoke, and some pussy before the tour bus leaves. None of these are allowed on board. I’m electrical, high. I need to move, and my whole body thirsts to get higher.
Next to a merchandise booth in a corner stands a table with plates of sandwiches and cut fruit, a selection of mineral water bottles, and alcoholic drinks.
“Shawn! Shawn!” Strangers rush me with expectant smiles, probably wanting me to sign CD covers or something.
But I’ve made up my mind. Ignoring them, I stride to the table, grab a can of cold beer and down it in one take. The icy beverage rushes through my throat and refreshes me. The sweaty hairs on my arms rise as if chilly air blew on them. I open another, gulp down the beer, and grab a third.
“Hey, Shawn,” a female says behind me.
I hate being interrupted, but I’ve heard that voice before. Beer in hand, I spin around.
Oh, Samantha from the record company. I don’t know if that pleases or annoys me. She’s cute, though, with long brown tendrils at shoulder-length, and hazel eyes glowing with warm intelligence.
The alcohol makes me a little tipsy; I can’t resist the want to tease her. I give her the can with a grin and proceed to take off my soaked shirt, as if it’s the most natural thing. Damp body heat and the sharp smell of sweat emanate as I lift my arms in the air, struggling to remove the wet fabric, groaning.
Once done, I drop it to the floor and cross my arms, making my well-trained muscles protrude, and scrutinize her reaction. Offering a little male sexiness has worked on most females before.
Flabbergasted is the best word to describe her face. I flash my teeth as her gaze runs over my torso. She can’t possibly be aware of her nostrils’ tiny movements, revealing her inhalation of my scent.
I let a moment pass, then ask, pointing at the can in her hands, “You gonna have that beer?”
“Oh.” She straightens with a deep breath, regains composure, looks at the brand logo on the can, and shakes her head. “No, I don’t drink alcohol at work.”
I like her voice. It’s soft, comforting, reminds me of my mother’s. But when she hands me my drink, the wolf in me wants to play. I cover her hand and tug while taking a step closer, pulling her toward me. She wears a discreet perfume, the scent of prairie flowers, I think. Her cheeks blush as she lifts her chin to meet my eyes, and her pupils grow feverish. She’s holding her breath. With my other hand, I grab her round, firm butt and press her stomach against mine.
All sounds around us vanish; the talking, the laughter. I focus on the girl in my arms. She’s not really my type, but knowing her infatuation, she’ll be an easy fuck. That’s all I need before getting on the bus. Tomorrow, it’ll be someone else.
I glance at the KISS patches on her chest. Gene Simmons once declared we’re all in this business for sex, and whoever says he does it for the music is lying. Besides, the girls beg to be screwed senseless by celebrities, so they can brag to their friends. Shawn in Bloodless slept with me! Squee!
Maybe she thinks I’m going to kiss her, but I’m not. Call me crazy, but there’s a little romantic in me saving that for a special girlfriend—if such a thing is in the cards for a guy like me. Instead, I move my hands to her denim jacket and start unbuttoning it from the top.
“You seem to need a little help with that,” I joke.
Damn, we’re so close, and her feminine heat makes my blood boil. I picture bringing her to a dark corner behind the stage curtain and having her hands on my cock. I suggestively push my hardness against her warm thighs.
She frowns and takes a step back.
No? What is it? My beer breath? I withdraw as well. Too fucking bad.
Eyes shimmering, she opens her mouth, but I turn and grab a new can. I mean, who the hell do you think you are to turn me down like that?
I gulp the whole drink, release a solid burp, and take what must be the fifth can before leaving.
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From August 26th to August 30th, be sure to pop over to Long and Short Reviews to read some interesting revelations from some of your favorite authors including a few from yours truly.
There will be eight blogs posted daily. Each post will feature one of the questions Long and Short Reviews posed to the author sponsors along all their responses. Four posts will be erotic, four non-erotic/other genre and all eight will have that day’s Rafflecopter giveaway.
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August 26th through August 30th
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The cover is here!
After his divorce, Greg Snow dedicated his life to his work as a corporate attorney in a large law firm and as a member of the board of directors of Advantage Insurance Company. He liked it that way… at least that’s what he thought until Tessa Mills entered his life.
Growing up with an alcoholic mother and never knowing her father, Tessa Mills has not had an easy life. And her relationship decisions have been less than stellar. But she’s finally making a life for herself and running her own business – a yoga studio. It’s her saving grace and that’s all she needs… until Greg Snow turns her world upside down.
Tessa and Greg have a strong attraction, but is it enough to overcome all their differences?
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Let’s give a warm welcome to S.J. Maylee. She’s visiting the Spicy Butterfly Garden for the first time to talk about her new Evernight Publishing release, Taking Chances. This is her debut book and we are thrilled! It’s a pleasure to have her here. Take it away, S.J.!
Today, my debut releases and it got me thinking of new beginnings. After college, I lived in Chicago. I’ve always loved the city and it’s only a half a day’s drive from where I was raised. All of my books take place or have some connection to Chicago, including TAKING CHANCES.
The day I moved to Chicago reminds me of today. It’s one of the most exciting and scariest times in my life. I remember thinking why did I do this? This is nuts. I should pack up and go home right now. Well, I didn’t and I’m glad I didn’t.
It takes a lot of guts to try something new, to put yourself out there. This is the feeling that inspired me to write TAKING CHANCES. Lydia and Jake know exactly what they want, but hesitate to go after it. I hesitated to write for way too long, that is until Lydia would no longer leave me alone, lol.
Have you taken a chance lately or do you tend to hesitate?
TAKING CHANCES BLURB:
Lydia’s father walked away from her when she was eight. She’s struggled to not let him affect her, but fears she wasn’t loveable enough to make him stay. Jake wants to love one woman, but after scaring the last woman he met outside of the club, he doubts he has the right. She protects her heart by sticking with her fantasies, and he lives by a set of rules that excludes women who choose a vanilla lifestyle.
The two will be kept in a conference room working together until their special project is complete. If Lydia and Jake hold tight to their bland lives, they’ll always yearn for love that is out of reach. But together they can find common ground, passion, and a reason to take chances. Once they discover the grand possibilities of the love they desire, they find themselves in the very place they tried never to be again, facing unguaranteed love.
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TAKING CHANCES EXCERPT:
Lydia’s boss stared the team down. She squirmed in her seat and worked to contain her fidget. The glower she recognized. Mr. Keller’s fiery gaze swept over every person in the conference room. Praying he would skim right past her, she shrank a smidge in her seat. The transition to their new product management database had bombed. He wanted someone to blame.
The team worked hard, and yet dozens of things had gone wrong, but no one deserved to get chucked under the bus. Politics was never a strong suit for Lydia, and neither was talking in front of a group. Who would enjoy sweating profusely and forgetting all words except ah and um?
The threat of humiliation fired through her, making her eager for a solution. If she could figure out a way to shift the meeting away from the possibility of someone getting fired, she’d relax. An idea rolled about in her head, but not even a drop of courage lingered within her reach.
“Keller, the policies and procedures need strength and substance if we’re going to move forward as a team with our new system.” Jake pushed back from the table.
She needed to add mind-reading to the list of Jake’s gifts. She’d had the exact idea. It wasn’t the first time he offered a solution she’d been contemplating. It often left her with the idea they’d get along well, which was ludicrous. Men like Jake didn’t pay attention to a woman like Lydia. Hesitation was more her style, and it certainly wasn’t Jake’s. As a department director, he made things happen, and along the way he intimidated the heck out of her.
Of course she’d never been alone in a room with Jake, never even had a casual conversation. Fortunately, he never sought her out. Whenever Jake neared, her pulse raced, and naughty ideas filled her mind. Her fascination with him had started on her first day with the company over a year ago.
The sidewalks had been a mess of snow and ice in front of their building that morning. She’d picked style over practicality in shoes and was rewarded with a slip and fall, flat on her butt. Jake had helped her up. He’d placed her purse strap in one hand and held the other while he asked if she was okay. Embarrassment might have flared through her, but his gaze had melted her, and she hadn’t been able to think straight in his presence since.
He made her aware of her body, the way it heated and awakened. It wasn’t the chiseled cheek bones, or his tall lean body that had to be fit as a Navy Seal. Okay, maybe in her fantasies it was heaven to grab onto his thick neck and shoulders. When Jake was around, she either got lost in a fantasy or felt like a teenager worrying about her hair being flat, smudged mascara, or worse things. What if he saw her nipples hardening? Luckily for her they worked in two different departments and didn’t find themselves with the need to talk to each other.
If she could get to know him she wouldn’t suffer so much. Most people had issues, and if she could find his she wouldn’t be so intimidated. She had a long history of finding flaws in people. First with her dad, she had been eight when he left. She led a lonely existence and wore it like an armor, and it stopped her from being let down.
“I think you’re onto something.” Boss man Keller usually agreed with Jake.
Disappointment ticked at her ragged nerves. Once again someone else was getting credit for an idea she couldn’t voice.
For Keller to ever agree with her, she’d have to have the audacity to speak about her own ideas. Until she had the guts to offer her own opinion there would be no recognition, no advancement. Soon it would be time to go back to her familiar little box, a place she usually thought of as comfortable, a place made easy to hold onto her armor.
“I’d like you to head the team on this.” Keller inclined his head toward Jake. “Pick one of the technical writers from this table, lock yourselves in a room, and get it done. I want a report tomorrow, my office, ten o’clock.” He stomped from the room and took another opportunity to sneer at each of them.
The room, without Keller’s presence, grew eerily quiet.
All attention turned to Jake. He towered over them as they waited for the chosen partner to be selected. Whispers bubbled up around her.
A door slammed down the hall, probably Keller letting off some steam. She didn’t want to think about Keller. She desperately wanted to fill her mind with one idea, that she could be the technical writer Jake chose. He could choose her.
She blocked out her surroundings, peeled back her protective layer and allowed herself to feel. She bit her lower lip and sucked it into her mouth. She could be locked in a room with Jake. Her mouth dried, and her heart pounded. She took another look at Jake and drank in his dark features and the muscles she imagined hidden under his blue collared shirt. A fantasy, starring the infamous Jake, filled her imagination.
He sauntered around the table and stopped at her chair. His hand took hold of hers, and he pulled her into his strong arms. Once he settled her bottom on the table, he stepped in between her thighs. As he devoured her mouth in eager kisses, he popped the buttons on her blouse, unclasped her bra, and exposed her. Powerful hands molded her breasts. She let her needy body fall to the table to give him access to every inch of her.
The fantasy was in full swing now. Jake shouted her name. Oh, her name sounded sinful on his lips.
“Lydia!” someone shouted.
Something pushed her elbow, and it fell awkwardly from the table, releasing her from her inner thoughts. Everyone at the table stared her way.
“Thanks for rejoining us. Clear your calendar, and meet me back here in a half hour.” Jake locked his gaze with hers.
“Yes, Sir … I mean, okay, I’ll be here.”
She couldn’t handle his powerful expression and dropped her stare to the table. It was too intense, him standing there like an unyielding statue. Had she said something wrong? Before an idea could enter her mind, he stormed from the room. The rest of her department followed him like nothing tremendous happened. Just like that, they went on with their day, talking about lunch plans and other mundane things. Lydia, on the other hand, couldn’t move.
It had been a split second, but his eyes had narrowed in on her and dimmed to a shade darker than black. It was intimidating, but she desperately wanted to see it again. She should slap herself or pinch her arm. She was at work. This wasn’t a time for fantasies.
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S.J. MAYLEE BIO:
S. J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.
When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.
As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.
Where to find S.J. Maylee
Twitter: https://twitter.com/SJMaylee @SJMaylee
Facebook Page: https://www.facebook.com/pages/SJ-Maylee/339463696094996
Guess who’s back for a little Mid Week Tease?! That’s right! Me! 🙂 Welcome to Mid Week Tease, a new feature for sharing snippets of a new release, favorite backlisted title or a current work in process. Today, I’m sharing a sexy snippet from my first Evernight Publishing book, In Flames, which came out on April 25, 2013. I’m going to be honest, I HEART this story. As an author I think we usually fall in love with our characters and our stories, but sometimes we have those stories that just pull at our heartstrings. In Flames is one of those stories for me.
Set Up: Gracelyn Riley married a firefighter and she knew that came with some risks. But she never imagined herself widowed in her early thirties with two children to care for on her own. Her brother-in-law, Matt, has been the rock that has kept her from collapsing. As a fireman, Matt Riley had been at the scene when his brother was killed. Several other firefighters had to hold him back to keep him from going after his brother in the collapsing building. The last year has been difficult for Matt. His one saving grace has come in the form of his sister-in-law, Gracelyn. Her friendship has pulled him through time and time again. With the year anniversary of Chad’s death upon them, Gracelyn and Matt turned to each other for comfort. After being unable to deny their physical and an emotional attraction, Matt decided to put distance between them, until he saw another man showing interest in Gracelyn. This scene occurs after Matt makes a scene at a local bar where another man is flirting with her.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Gracelyn asked once they were outside. Matt started walking towards his truck in the back of the lot. She followed him. Once they reached his truck, she stood with her hands on her hips. The anger flowed through her veins. He had completely humiliated her. “What is your fucking problem?”
“I don’t like seeing his hands on you,” Matt said. He paced back and forth in front of her.
“We were just talking,” she said. “Having a conversation. What does it matter to you anyway?”
“You’re married,” Matt blurted.
“I’m widowed,” she shouted. “Widowed! That means my husband is dead. It has taken me a little over a year to crawl out of this depression. At some point, I may even entertain the idea of having another relationship with someone who wants to have one with me.” The look on his face showed he clearly did not miss the intent behind her statement.
“Fine. I just don’t want him touching you.”
“Why? Can’t I make that decision for myself?”
“No. I don’t like it.”
“Maybe I do,” she said curtly. Matt stopped pacing and stared at her. Gracelyn felt the heat of his stare. He stepped towards her and she instinctively stepped back. Her back pressed against the driver’s side door of his truck. He placed his hands on either side of her shoulders.
“He just wants to fuck you.”
“So what?” Her voice was defiant. She could tell by the look on his face that he did not like that response. “At least somebody wants to.”
“No one else but me is allowed to touch you, Gracey. No one but me!”
“Really? You told me that you can’t do this…that we can’t do this. We have to stop this. You have done nothing but ignore and avoid me for the last week. I’ve tried to let you know that I want to be with you, but you can’t even text me back or call. And now you’re telling me that no one else can have me either. Do you honestly think I am going to spend the rest of my life alone? You can’t have it both ways, Matty! It is unfair to me! You told me you needed time. I am just giving you what you asked for.”
“I told you I want you! I fucking want you! I want you so bad it hurts!” She felt his breath on her face. She stared into his caramel eyes and watched as the emotions flashed through them.
“Yes, you did,” she said calmly. “And in the next breath, you told me we can’t do this. Which is it, Matty? Can you do this? Or not?”
“Gracey,” he said. His breath became ragged. He ran his fingers along her cheek and across her jaw line. Gracelyn shuddered
at his touch. “You know I want to be with you. God, when I saw Jeremy with his arm around you, I thought I might explode. I’m not usually a jealous person. You know that. But the look on his face and his arm around you made me want to punch his face in! I feel like I am losing my mind. I’m sorry! I don’t know how to deal with this.”
“Deal with it as you have been, Matty. Run from it. Hide from it. Ignore me. Avoid me. Take your time,” Gracelyn said sharply. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him far enough away from her so that she could slide under his arm. “But don’t think that you can start telling me what to do and who I can do it with. I dealt with that with your brother. I’m not walking that path again. Have a good night.” She turned and walked back around the building and into the bar. Screw him!
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Today, I have Daisy Rose visiting the Spicy Butterfly Garden. She’s the heroine in Raven McAllan’s Behind the Mask, which is part of a collaboration from seven Evernight Publishing authors entitled 7 Sinful Secrets. Here’s a little about 7 Sinful Secrets before I interview Daisy herself. 🙂
Seven marriages—seven sinful secrets.
Marriages shouldn’t have secrets, should they? Follow our seven couples as they come to terms with the fact that their partner has been holding something back from them. Will it make or break their relationship? Read on to find out, and have your fan at the ready, because these secrets are hot!
Hi Daisy Rose! Thank you so much for joining me today and allowing me to pick your brain a bit. Behind the Mask was a fun story. You take a holiday in beautiful Antiqua after a big art exhibition and you come back married. I love it! Can you give us a little insight to Daisy Rose. What makes you tick?
Daisy: Chocolate and fizz. Sunrise and a rainbow. Storm clouds at sea. A spiders web, damp with dew on a branch. Alex. – I bet Alex does! 😉
What sort of art is displayed in your exhibition?
Daisy: It’s from my heart. Whatever I see and how I translate it really.
Was the exhibition themed?
Daisy: It’s themed in I paint what I see and we do ‘rooms’
Was this exhibition your first?
Daisy: This is my second exhibition, but this one has so much more depth. That comes with love I reckon.
What are you working on now?
Daisy: Nude studies *winks*
I’ve been to the Caribbean. Jamaica. Cayman Islands. It’s beautiful and tropical and I always felt like I was forced to relax. You are sort of required to live on island time when you are there. You traveled to Antiqua, which is in a little different area of the Caribbean than I have traveled, to celebrate your successful art exhibition. What was it about Antiqua that enticed you to travel there? How long was your holiday?
Daisy: I was there for several weeks, and I chose it because my parents took me as a little girl. I remembered the slowly, slowly, no hurry attitude, and the way we always arrived…eventually.
How long were you in Antiqua before you met Alex?
Daisy: Long enough to know I needed something extra in my life.
Alex’s statement that he’d let you sketch him if you married him was rather blunt and to the point considering you both had literally just met at the restaurant. What was your initial reaction? What thoughts ran through your head after he made this proposition?
Daisy: At first I was er who is this asshole, but the twinkle in his eye showed me he didn’t take himself too seriously. But then he smiled and you know, his whole focus was on me, and I felt as if I was his world. And I was tempted to call his bluff. But he wasn’t bluffing.
What happened after that fateful dinner?
What did Alex say (or do) to convince you to marry him?
Daisy: TMI… but it’s the little things that matter. And he puts his dirty clothes in the laundry basket, knows how to make a cup of earl grey and has all his own teeth. He’s kind considerate and a great…
Daisy, when your friends recommended you have a holiday romance – a “no name, no shame” kind of thing, you indicated that wasn’t for you. Yet, you come home from the holiday married to a man you just met. How did you explain that to your friends and family?
Daisy: No one believed it. But then, I have a reputation for having a kick ass take no prisoner temper if I’m crossed so there wasn’t that much hassle. And I did marry him, and not come home with two toy boys and a monkey. I just said I fell in love, and dared them to question me.
At what point were you positive the masked dancer/stripper was Alex? Did you think this was a set up by your friends?
Daisy: I sensed him when he came into the room and didn’t think I could be right. I just thought I had Alex on the brain. It was the look in his eyes that convinced me it wasn’t a set up, but I knew I’d want answers!
How did you feel that Alex hadn’t been upfront with you about this side of him? Have you gotten past the “trust” issue that something like this could cause?
Daisy: You know it was a two way thing. I hadn’t told him where I was going either. Yeah I was upset, but then everything had happened so fast, there had to be a lot of shaking down. I bet however open you say you are, there’s a few secrets lurking in every marriage, even if it’s just I hate the way he picks his teeth! – Ain’t that the truth! 🙂
Last summer, Magic Mike, the movie, was all the rage here. Though I’m not going to comment on the plot or acting of the film, I will admit Channing Tatum caused a multitude of naughty thoughts every time he took the stage. I often wondered if those dance moves translated in the bedroom. Do they?
Daisy: I’m sorry, am I the only one who’s never watched the film? All I can say Alex is very versatile and we do enjoy ourselves. Although if we practiced what we do in the bedroom on the dance floor we’d be arrested. – Good answer, Daisy! 🙂
Describe Alex in five words.
Daisy: Charismatic, hot, kind, hardworking, playful.
Any exciting plans for you and Alex in the future?
Daisy: We intend to go back to Antigua, oh and I’ve asked for a pole in the spare room for my birthday! – Ohhhhh, what a great request! 🙂
Thank you so much for joining me today and sharing little insight to you and Alex.
If you want to read Behind the Mask and the other great stories in 7 Sinful Secrets, you can find it here:
If you’re like me and want to know a bit about the author, well here are the nosy links…
Raven lives in Scotland, along with her husband and their two cats—their children having flown the nest—surrounded by beautiful scenery, which inspires a lot of the settings in her books.
She is used to sharing her life with the occasional deer, red squirrel, and lost tourist, to say nothing of the scourge of Scotland—the midge.
A lover of reading, she appreciates the history inside a book, and the chance to peek into the lives of those from years ago. Raven admits that she enjoys the research for her books almost as much as the writing; so much so, that sometimes she realizes she’s strayed way past the information she needs to know, and not a paragraph has been added to her WIP.
Her lovely long-suffering husband is learning to love the dust bunnies, work the Aga, and be on stand-by with a glass of wine.
You can find out more about Raven here…
https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan (my page)
https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan (author page)