This is me since last Monday. I had carpal tunnel surgery which has really set me behind. So my visit here is a little restricted. I’m sorry.
My next release is with Ellora’s Cave January
31, 2014. Titled Four For The Show. I
just got my cover the other day. It’s a quickie. Short, hot and the second
story set in the sex club Desire After Dark.
Four for the Show
Cristal Ryder
Spectator Sex. Intriguing. Risqué. The idea
of watching other people have sex excites Tara to distraction. She hopes Joe is
as eager as she to slip into voyeur mode so they can take another step in their
sexual adventures. The last thing she expects is to evolve from watching
ménages to being part of the show. Or for the two hot men who join her and Joe
to not be able to keep their hands off each other.
Inside Scoop: In addition to being with three men, our lucky heroine gets a little foreplay of the female variety.
An Exotika® contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave
See below for a little snippet.
So, I’ve been asked a few questions… a bit of a mini interview. Here goes!
What made you chose your title? Titles are important to me. I wanted to call it Watch Me but the title was already gone so I had to put my thinking cap on. This title best reflects the story and you’ll have to read it to know why :-)
What are you working on now? Because
of my dratted hand, things are on hold which is extremely frustrating. But I am
waiting for edits on my Harlequin Digital book titled She Wants It. This will be my first book with Harlequin and I’m
thrilled. I’m trying to finish the last sex scene for a Sybarite story called Layover Lust.
What has been the best piece of advice
you ever received for your writing career? Keep writing! If you
want it bad enough you will keep writing.
BIO
Cristal read her
first romance at age twelve. Taylor Caldwell introduced her to passion and
romance that fueled a craving to read anything she could get her hands on.
Cristal wrote her first story at fifteen, and spent many
hours escaping into worlds she created on the walk to and from high school with
her friends.
Cristal lives in a small Canadian town, is a single mom
of two college aged sons. Along with her writing, Cristal works full time,
loves horses, the outdoors and will jet off at any given opportunity to see the
world.
Cristal is multi-published with Ellora's Cave, Sybarite
Seductions and soon with Harlequin Digital.
And
because you’ve been so patient … here is an excerpt from Four For The Show.
I chewed
my lip and read the tweet. Dare I?
I widened
my eyes and read it again then sucked in a deep breath as I positioned the
curser over the words. Before I could change my mind, I highlighted,
right-clicked, saved and pasted it into an email for Joe.
Get hot and wet @desireafterdark Friday
night w/#spectatorsex #sexclub #couples #singlewomen
My heart
pounded and after just a nanosecond of hesitation I hit Send then laced my
fingers together, clutching tightly, and rested my chin on them. How long would
it take for a reply? Sure I had work to do, but right now I was dying to know
what he’d say.
We were
fairly new, a fresh couple who wasn’t really a couple. We’d met a few months
ago and had jumped in the sack pretty much right away. Our chemistry was almost
uncontrollable and the sex was great. No it was fucking unbelievable. We’d just
clicked, both in and out of bed. But we were not a forever couple and had made
it clear to each other right off the hop. It wasn’t as if there were anything
wrong with him. Joe was incredibly hot and knew all my buttons. He’d be a
perfect forever partner, but I just wasn’t ready for that yet.
One thing
we’d never discussed was going to a sex club. Hadn’t even talked fantasies or
desires, or secret wants. Yet. Now was the perfect time to start. Holy shit.
Well, this email would certainly separate the men from the boys.
Spectator
sex. Now that was intriguing. I hadn’t really given it thought before, but a
little twizzle of excitement made me catch my breath. It meant we could go without
any self-imposed pressure of having to join into any groups. Sit in the back.
Watch. Get hot, horny and wet. And fuck.
I sat up
when a new message announced its arrival into my inbox with a ping. That was
quick. It hadn’t taken Joe long to reply and if that were any indication, I
knew exactly what his answer would be.
Clicking
the message open, I smiled. Guess who’s
going out to party tonight!
* * * * *
“Parking
is a bitch here,” Joe said, without a hint of frustration. One of the things I
liked about him—how he just goes with the flow. He wheeled the big truck
through the cramped parking lot. I glanced around and couldn’t agree more.
“I bet I
can squeeze this beast into that spot there. Hop out because the door will be
up against that bush.”
I grabbed
my purse and after a brief contemplation of bringing in our gym bag with our
swimsuits, decided to leave it behind. We could always get it later. The chill
of fall was in the air and struck me after being in the warm truck cab. The
gravel parking lot was hell on my stiletto heels so I put my weight onto the
toes and hurried out of Joe’s way. It was frigging cold and goose bumps rippled
along my flesh. I wrapped my arms around
my waist, trying to keep my body heat close.
I was
definitely still in summer mode. The
micro-mini and slips of fabric covering my breasts could hardly be called
suitable for this brisk night. But I knew the unwritten dress code here, having
been once a long time ago with friends for a pole dance night. Less is more.
Skimpy is in. Exposure is key. So, with my pussy and ass almost hanging out of
the mini, and my boobs pushing the limits of the top, I was set to blend in
with the rest of the crowd.
Joe had
the truck squeezed in and prowled to my side. The intensity in his eyes, dark
and sensual, was enough to fire off all my nerve endings into a surge of
awareness. I needed his arms around me, for both the chill of the night but
also for the heat that flared deep in my belly.
“You’re
shivering,” he stated. Always the practical one.
“Suffering
for the cause.”
“When the
hell did you buy that getup anyway and where have you hidden it?” He squeezed
me and leaned down, taking the lobe of my ear between his lips. Gawd, I loved
it when he did that. Heat bloomed in my already excited libido. “You’ll be the
hottest bitch in the place.”
I moaned
when his lips moved down my neck. “Hardly. Wait ’til, ahh shit…um, you see how
they dress in there.” My legs wobbled when his hand swept down my back and
squeezed my ass in a tight grip. “Joe, stop.”
He turned
me and pushed me up against the cab of the truck. I yelped when the cold metal
shocked my heated flesh.
“Do you
really want me to stop?”
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Only long enough to get in the cab of the truck or a corner somewhere inside where its Warm!
ReplyDeleteThanks for having me!
ReplyDeleteOh hell no!
ReplyDeleteLOL...
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely not!
ReplyDeleteNo way.....that would be a crime!!!!!
ReplyDeleteUmmmm Sweats NO!
ReplyDeleteLOL..who would want him to stop??? Sorry about your hand, hope it heals quickly!
ReplyDeleteam i going to be thinking at that point ummm noooo
ReplyDeleteI would freeze to death before letting him stop!!!
ReplyDeleteLOL you guys are all awesome! What we would put up with for a smexy guy like Joe :) Thanks so much for stopping by and having some fun!!
ReplyDeleteWell, if I were Joe (sorry have to play a different role!) I would probably ignore her if she said "stop!"
ReplyDeletelol...hi Lance
ReplyDeleteNo! lol Great excerpt!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to read your book on my TBR list.
ReplyDeleteno
ReplyDeletestop... hmmmm... considering I'm freezing now, i'd say i'd grab him and run inside.... lol!
ReplyDeleteAh heck no don't stop. ;0) !
ReplyDeleteNo never!
ReplyDeleteOh my Carpel Tunnel surgery-Ouch! I hope you heal quickly.
ReplyDelete"Four for the Show" sounds hot. Have a wonderful Holiday!
Oh Yeah, No I wouldn't have stopped him. ;-)
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