UPDATE: The winner is…Keri Richards!
My writing journey…
Fantasy, sci-fi and supernatural stories have been my literary escape for as long as I can remember being able to read. When I was in secondary school my friend recommended Acheron by Sherrilyn Kenyon. This was the first taste of my new addiction. Adult paranormal romance. I then read every paranormal, supernatural, and urban fantasy romance book I could get my parents to buy for me. Then it was historical romance, romantic thrillers, and sci-fi romances. I had found the great love of my life.
The idea of being an author had always been one that had swirled around the back of my mind. It has been a running joke in my family that I have a “rich inner life.” There have been weekends where I didn’t leave my couch because I was playing out an entire story in my head. My family would walk past me making weird facial expressions because I was imagining an awesome bloody battle or a heated encounter with a cocky alpha male. In my head, I must have written at least ten books, two plays, and four films.
During a trip with friends, one evening we found ourselves stranded and had to walk almost two hours back to our hotel room. To keep up our spirits, I made up a game. Which do you prefer—sexy film character A bringing you champagne and chocolate strawberries, or sexy film character B taking you on a midnight stroll along a private beach. It then morphed into me narrating other even sexier scenarios, featuring different beaus. Then one of my friends said the words that changed my life, “Hey, you should write these down!” In the space of two days, I wrote about fourteen short erotic stories and watched with bated breath as my friends read them. From that day, I knew I wanted to keep writing romantic stories with bold heroines, blisteringly hot heroes, and sex scenes that make me blush when I write them.
Excerpt from “Burning Stars”
Heated glances and flirtatious banter ignite into a fever pitch
when a mechanic aboard a stranded starship looks for her rescue
from an intergalactic criminal
“Enjoying the show, darlin’?”
Kade’s low husky tone felt like a soft caress to Valiya’s heightened hearing. Her gaze followed his soapy hands as he washed his chest. She could only imagine how firm his muscles felt, how they might flex beneath her touch. His hands continued to move down his body, the white of the soap contrasting against his tanned skin. His legs shifted, and he moved his hands to wash along the insides of his thighs.
Valiya could feel her body heating and her breathing becoming shallow. His hands were so close, barely a hair’s breadth away, from his impressive cock. She licked her lips as his palm finally brushed over his hard length. She watched as it twitched slightly under his whispered caress.
A quiet whine escaped her throat when his hands moved back to his abdomen. She became flustered when she caught herself rubbing her thighs together. The distinct slipperiness and the smell of her own arousal proved it. Kade had won this round.
Valiya growled when Kade snickered as he turned off the water. The towel he wrapped around his hips did nothing to hide the obvious tenting in front. With one hand he slicked back his wet hair; the other he pressed against the cell’s transparent barrier in front of her.
Her nostrils flared as she attempted to scent him. Annoyingly, the barrier was solid; no holes or gaps that might let his masculine musk tantalize her senses. At least that’s what she imagined he would smell like: earthy and strong with a subtle overlay of the soap he’d been using. Or maybe the sweet-spicy scent of lust would overwhelm his natural essence…
“Expecting something more, Valiya?”
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