Stripper With Spice
Thank
you for hosting me today. I’m excited to talk about the spice OREGANO, and my latest release, Stripper With Spice, a contemporary
erotic romance.
Opposite Oregano
Oregano
is the spice that gives zip to Italian spaghetti sauce. Whenever I make
homemade, I always include some. Because it’s strong, though, it can be
overdone. That’s why I tend to like basil better. What I didn’t know is that
the flavor can differ based on where the plant is grown. Europe and the U.S.
produce oregano with a milder, sweeter flavor than the spicy stuff grown in the
Mediterranean. I think I need to go back to Italy to compare!
This
is true of men too. Even two brothers who grow up in the same environment can
have entirely different flavors. In high school, I tended to fall for brothers.
In two cases, I fell for one brother but ended up with the other. The one I
didn’t get would always make me wonder, what would he be like?
In
the first duo, one brother was down to earth and drove a gray car. His brother
was a wild party animal and drove a yellow car. He probably wasn’t relationship
material, but I longed for one kiss, imagining exactly how it would feel and
taste. After my relationship with the first brother ended, we all remained
friends and got together one day for a visit. After kissing the one I used to
date, I decided to be daring and pushed the brother on the bed, which was no
small feat because he was a big guy. Did I mention all four of the brothers
were tall? I planted a passionate kiss on him. Strangely enough, it was exactly
the way I had imagined it. He was shocked but didn’t mind a bit.
In
the second duo, I admired one brother from afar for a long time. He looked so
serious but never gave me a second look. One night, I met his younger brother
at a party. I didn’t even know it was his brother until I learned his name.
Instead of not knowing I existed, he was all over me. Talk about a human
octopus. That family really needed a third brother who fell somewhere in between.
We dated for a short while, but he was just too aggressive.
Male
strippers also come in different flavors. Each dancer has his own personality,
act, costume and dance moves. In my story, Janice thinks all strippers are the
same oversexed party animals. What she discovers is that Carlos is different.
He still has the sexy, good qualities but not all of the bad. Will she dare to
taste his unique flavor?
Stripper With Spice
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing
Release
Date: 10 January 2014
eBook
ISBN #: 978-14199-49050
Blurb
Getting
back on her feet after unemployment, Janice treats herself to an erotic-romance
convention. After winning a two-hour fantasy date with Carlos Aguilar, a young
stripper, she decides to have a one-time fantasy fling.
When
Carlos entices her back to the bedroom—and a few public places—for more
sizzling sex, he unleashes her passions, including a secret desire to be a
chef. Janice learns there’s more to this heartthrob than a hot body, but job
security comes first.
To
convince her he’s more than a fantasy, Carlos teaches her trust with his body.
But when that trust is finally tested to the limit, she’ll be torn between clinging
to safety and taking a chance on a whole new life.
Excerpt
(explicit)
Stripper
With Spice - Copyright © AFTON LOCKE, 2014 - All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave
Publishing, Inc.
I chose you.
He
looks and sounds so serious and honest, how can I not be completely convinced?
His words echo inside my head as he grips both sides of my face and lowers his
mouth to mine in slow motion. The thrill bubbles return to my bloodstream as if
the elevator cable has just snapped, dropping us to the basement.
Unlike
last night’s, this kiss is slow and full of promise. He samples my mouth as if
we have all the time in the world. A flash of mint-flavored tongue pierces my
soul, tearing a moan from my throat. With one hand still on the button, I raise
my other to his shoulder. Feeling the bare, hot skin there fuels my desire,
pushing me dangerously close to the edge of self-control.
“Do
you want this as much as I do, Janice?”
God, yes. I need
more…all of you.
I
reply by sliding my hand across the tiger-striped fabric over his back. The
warm satin, with muscles moving under it, is just as sexy as bare skin. His
hips dance against mine—rubbing, thrusting and teasing. My fingers move to the
worn waistband of his jeans at his side, wanting to pull them off. My body
throbs, needing him as I’ve never needed anything before.
When
he pulls my finger off the close-door button, the door opens to reveal an
annoyed looking family of five waiting to get on. The parents, obviously
noticing Carlos’ wild vest and our heavy breathing, exchange a disgusted look.
Carlos
takes my hand and leads me off the elevator. My heart races as we walk down the
corridor. Luckily, the carpet absorbs the trembling in my legs so it doesn’t
make a sound.
He
stops at one of the doors. I fixate on the way he slides his keycard from his
back pocket and inserts it into the door reader. It’s something I’ve done
myself a million times without thinking, but this is different. This is
foreplay.
The
door responds with a little click and a flashing green light. I guess we just
got the green light for wild, hot sex. My heart accelerates even more. If it
goes any faster, he’ll have to call a paramedic. I can read the headline now.
Boring financial analyst
dies from anticipating sex with a hot cover model.
I
check my watch. Fifteen minutes have passed.
“We
still have plenty of time.” He ushers me inside and closes the door behind me.
The
room is completely dark because the drapes are drawn. It’s as if we’ve entered
a private cave, hidden from the world. This is it, I think as Carlos flips on a
dim lamp. We’re really going to do this. We’re going to have sex.
“Come
in and make yourself comfortable,” he says.
I
stay where I am but gaze around the room, noticing with approval how neat he
is. His clothes hang in the closet and his toiletries are laid out on one
corner of the sink. The smoky-brown bottle probably contains the mysterious
mesquite scent. I wish he were a slob so I could tell myself it would never
work between us.
It
doesn’t take long for my attention to stumble across the centerpiece of the
room, the large bed. Is it another stage? Is the perfectly pressed red cover
the curtain? Unlike the platforms we shared for the photo shoot and lap dance,
this one is completely private.
What
if he doesn’t like my performance?
Coming Soon
Rock My Boat
Workaholic
CEO Rhonda Simms embarks on a Caribbean cruise to create an ad campaign for a
big maritime freight client. She finds it impossible to concentrate, however,
when Simon Mann, a blue marlin shifter, sets his sights on her. From a private,
hands-on safety briefing to a wild ride in the ocean, he rocks her ordered
world.
Simon
drowned years ago in a shipwreck caused by Rhonda’s client, and he’ll do
anything to be a normal man again. As his mate, Rhonda is the only person who
can help him.
Tired
of being so responsible, Rhonda is ready to let loose with a shipboard fling.
Mating with Simon could cost a lot more than her virginity, however. Will she
stick to her present course or will she let this sexy alpha rock her boat?
This
story will be part of the Tall, Dark
& Alpha boxed set, which will release 10 March 2014.
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Tour.
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grand prize for the tour is the winner's choice of a wall-mountable black
scroll spice rack or The Spice Lover's Guide to Herbs and Spices book (U.S.
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Thanks for hosting me today, Amber!
ReplyDeletesometimes use oregano in spaghetti sauces
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Yes, oregano is good with spaghetti!
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