January has flown by. We here in the cold and
blowy north of Ontario have had a heck of a winter. Just like when I was a kid.
I can truly, honestly say that if Old Man Winter stopped by to ask me for some
hot cocoa or stronger, I’d hold him hostage until he cut the crap on this
winter business. I’ve. Had. Enough.
Okay, I admit this picture is pretty. Taken
after the Great Ice Storm of Christmas 2013 at Fairy Lake, Acton, Ontario.
Brrrr.
I envy Lexi in the sunny warm south. With
nary a snowflake to be found. Warmth, sun, sand, turquoise waters and swaying
palms. Paradise with a capitol P.
Now, this is much better if you ask me.
Ahhhh.
But, if you want to get yourself heated up a
little bit I have the perfect suggestion. Four For The Show. My newest release. It’s hot, has three
very sexy men paying all kinds of attention to our lucky heroine. Plus there
are some surprises that I won’t spoil for you.
Have you ever wanted to watch or be watched?
:)
Blurb
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.
Excerpt
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 top. 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!
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