Sunday, December 26, 2010
Subject: A Romance Novel
He grasped me firmly but gently just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear. "Just relax."
Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves slowly but steadily. My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.
When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply. Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties. Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant.
This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking `no' for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say ... "Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done." My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse. "You can board your flight now."
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Just wanted to let you know that my new novella, Lust at First Sight, will be released on February 4th 2011.
Desperate for a knock-your-socks-off magazine article, freelance writer, Nonnie Lonigan, decides to impersonate a vampire in hopes of debunking the legendary sexual prowess of the night creatures. All bets are off when she meets, Dante, the tall, dark, and handsome vampire who runs a sophisticated Manhattan nightclub for vamps only. Sparks fly at first glance, igniting the flames of passion that leaves them breathless and vulnerable to a militia of hunters dedicated to slaying every vampire on earth.
The faint aroma of expensive men’s cologne floated on the air. She sniffed more than once, trying to grasp more of the masculine scent. If Dante looked even half as good as he smelled, things were looking up.
While waiting, she examined the oil paintings hanging on the wood-paneled walls that appeared to be thick and possibly soundproof. In case of emergency, even if she screamed for help, in all probability, no one would hear her. She snooped, stopping occasionally to admire the magnificent, ancient artwork. She assumed Dante was most likely getting on in years himself. He could quite possibly be hundreds of years old.
A small interior door opened with a whisper, and a tall, startlingly handsome man entered. He wore a white shirt, black trousers and a black dinner jacket. His dark hair brushed the back of his collar. But the eyes had it. They were an amazing shade of royal blue and seemed to glow from within. He didn’t look a day over thirty.It didn’t happen often, but she felt the kind of tingle in her nervous system that usually indicated something important was about to happen. Aside from looking and smelling fantastic, the guy oozed sex appeal from every pore of his amazing body. Her libido kicked into gear, and the crotch of her black lace panties grew uncomfortably warm. No, warm wasn’t the proper word. If there were a heat-seeking missile within a hundred mile radius, she’d be toast.