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
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.
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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