First, thank you Riverina Romantics for allowing me to share Secret Desire with your readers. There’s a giveaway near the end. Thank you for stopping by.
Claire Robertson is a journalist living a vanilla life. Except when she’s alone at night where she wields her writer whip and stilettos within erotic writing and fantasies. Tragedy blindly strikes, forcing Claire to return to her hometown, and confront her past. And that past includes Dustin Murray, an old flame she ran away from when things became complicated.
Her life comes apart and she sends her editor the “wrong” story by mistake. One of her hot novels.
Amidst chaos, Claire has a choice: to return to her safe life back in Seattle or risk an adventure, ensuring her smoxy fantasies come to life. Dustin has his own plans and isn’t about to let Claire go. Not when he proves he can handle her life and ALL her bedroom fantasies.
When things heat up, Claire must decide which road to take in life and love
Cynthia pushed back into the cushy leather chair and swung her legs on top of the desk. She tossed another overdone romance into the reject pile. Already pages into the next story, she hardly noticed her door open. “Emily, I’m looking for more tension, more heat. I want something that sizzles.” Cynthia didn’t raise her eyes from the page. “None of these make me hot, never mind dripping wet.”
“Excuse me?” a deep male voice asked.
Cynthia lifted her gaze from the manuscript and locked onto a pair of deep brown eyes set in a tanned face. She swallowed and for a moment wondered if she was dreaming. She pinched herself. Adonis was standing right in front of her. Up close, she was convinced he must be one of the cover models. If only she had a digital camera in her desk.
“Photography is down the hall, make a left, and look for the red door.” She was suddenly too nervous to enjoy the eye candy break.
“Cynthia Lewis?” He stepped into her office before closing the door. The man’s broad shoulders were perfectly framed by the door behind him. Her eyes drifted down his body, lingered at the bulge in his pants, and eventually returned to his face. His lips clamped together, making the muscle along his jaw twitch. He walked toward her and didn’t stop until he stood in front of her desk. He towered above her, his fingers pressing the glass surface of her desk as he leaned over.
“Yes, I’m—” Christ, she almost forgot her own name.
The man’s gaze fell to her legs still carelessly strewn across her desk. Her heart thundered in her ears. Warmth from his sharp exhale caressed the skin at her ankles.
“What the hell were you thinking?” His voice was demanding.
“Who are you?” His tone and the gleam in his eyes rooted her to the chair. On the brink of self-doubt, she pointedly reminded herself—she was Cynthia Lewis. A woman who wielded power in the world of publishing. Yet his complete command of himself drew her. This was a man who expected others to do exactly what he said. Nothing short of her complete fantasy warrior come to life.
“I’m from the twenty-seventh floor.” He straightened and raised an eyebrow as if that piece of information should mean something to her.
She hardly got out of her own office. What department was up there? Apparently totally alpha scorching studs. This was her chance, the reason she trudged out to the reception room and hovered around the front desk each morning. She bit her lip and decided—no regrets for trying “And?” She returned his mocking raised-brow expression in an eye-for-an-eye stare down.
“I’m Thornton Maxwell…your attorney.” He turned away, but not before she caught his look of displeasure. “God. Woman, do you even know what a mess you’ve got on your hands? We need to talk. A real pressure cooker is about blow.”
Cynthia froze. This wasn’t part of her erotic fantasy. What was he talking about? Should she just come out and admit she had no idea of what was going on or get him to divulge what demanded damage control? She pretended unconcerned boredom in an attempt to buy some time to think.
“Someone’s got his panties in a real twist.” This wasn’t the first time she’d needed legal.
But if he was her new go-to man, she was tempted to screw more things up.
*Metafiction-a story within a story Secret Desire opens on page 5 with an excerpt from one of hot Claire’s novels. A short story within novel. So above is an excerpt within an excerpt.
What is metafiction:
My favorite book on the subject of metafiction is The Theory and Practice by Patricia Waugh who defines metafiction as "fictional writing which self-consciously and systematically draws attention to itself as an artifact to pose questions about the relationship between fiction and reality." (Waugh pg. 2)
It was so much fun playing with the idea of using metafiction as a way to explore the ideas of erotic romance and being an author within this genre. I’m so pleased to have the chance to delve into what troubled me personally and professionally, coming to terms with issues many authors must face with regards to writing content that necessitates a warning or advisory.
Catch me here:
Upcoming ReleasesSecret Desire – February 1, 2013 Contemporary Erotic Romance, Etopia Press E-book (Susan D. Taylor)
Branded By Desire – April 1, 2013 Western Erotic Romance, Crimson Press E-book & Print (Susan Arden)
Collared For A Night – 2013 Paranormal Erotica Romance -Rocky Mountain Shifters –
Crimson Press(Susan Arden)
Ocean of Love – 2013 An Adult Fairytale – Amazon.com (Susan D. Taylor)
Favorite Quote: “Sexy is a strange thing. I'm not sure it has to do with sex. Sexy has to do with not
knowing what's coming next. It's unpredictability.”
― Christopher Walken
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