16th March 2012 - Friends Friday - 1 Comment

Friends Friday -Rose Anderson

It’s Friends Friday and Rose Anderson is in the house!

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HI everyone! First off, thank you for hosting me Victoria. Much appreciated.

Imagine if you will a story begun in the halls of Mount Olympus long before this modern tale was conceived. It was a time when the god Hermes flew on his winged sandals and carried messages from the gods to the mortals below. And between that time and this, couriers became postmen and handwritten letters became bytes. It is said the gods still speak to those who listen…

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That little opener is for my first erotic romance novel Hermes Online. March 16th marks my one year anniversary as a published author and oh what a journey this has been. I’d pretty much given up the idea of getting published but one week in 2010 had all roads leading me to try again. I’d never even considered erotic romance up to that point. So needless to say, my first novel was designed to open doors. I called it Hermes Online alluding to the divine meddling of the gods, or to put it another way, suggesting that sometimes things are just out of our hands.

A few weeks ago Hermes Online was given the CataNetwork Reviewer’s Choice Award for 2011. I was told the reviewers felt it one of the best they’d read and reviewed that year. I’ve been through a wide range of emotion with this book, and that was the topper! Without further ado, I’d like to introduce Hermes Online followed by one of my favorite excerpts. I hope you all enjoy:

Setting the stage for Hermes Online ~

Have you ever known someone who thoroughly compliments you? You share likes and dislikes, views and outlooks, and a soul connection unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. It takes your breath, quickens your pulse and consumes your every thought. When you make love for the first time, it’s as if every cell in your body confirms this is your twin flame. Now imagine the timing is horribly off. In my first novel, Hermes Online, Vivienne joyfully discovers such a love amid the ancient ruins of Greece – a love so complete and soul satisfying but one that just isn’t meant to be.

As surely as seasons change, life moves on. Grieving the love she found and lost beside the impossible blue waters of the Mediterranean, Vivienne eventually takes another chance at happiness but unfortunately her next relationship turns out to be one of betrayal. Her faithless boyfriend intentionally administers a low blow to deflect the attention off of him and on to her – if she weren’t so dull in bed he wouldn’t have had to look elsewhere. Not being one to deliberately hurt someone herself, his unaccountable words become a yoke of self-doubt that spills over into every aspect of Vivienne’s life. Hungering for a good word, on a whim she enters a short story written during happier times, to an adult literature site and makes a connection with a compelling man known only as S. The two soon embark upon the world of anonymous Internet communication where their suggestive emails lead her to try erotic chat, where cybersex leads to Skype, and C2C sends both into the arms of a love they’d believed lost forever.

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The ache between my legs became an ache just under my breastbone. I was falling in love with electronic print! No, I was falling for the mind who crafted it with such precision. How I ached to make these words real.

S, Feel my hand curl around you, marveling how desire changes a man from flesh to steel. I desire to trace these bulging veins with my tongue. I want to feel the hot blood course under the velvet sheath. I want to slip the tip of my moist tongue into your body as you enter mine, swirling and tasting and hotly forcing your focus on the cluster of nerves that correspond to my own. Ah, you have me now. I must admit to pulse-quickened searches for your reply. I read your words and I pulse, yes, pulse and throb. I want you to know that when I am done writing this I will adjourn to create magic. Lying back on my bed with my legs wide, I’ll position the head of my vibrator, then close them scissor tight around it. With muscles flexing, I’ll surrender to this electric delight humming on the capstone of my nerves. I must. V

I clicked send and waited with teeth biting down and worrying my bottom lip. I felt tense, no, tense wasn’t the right word. I was god-awful horny. Sure I could bring myself off, but I didn’t want to. I wanted a time machine, I wanted several years back. I wanted to lie beside bright blue waters on a white sand beach next to the man who heated my blood and made my heart sing. In lieu of that impossible dream, I wanted this man. Yes, I wanted S.

No reply.

I played two hands of FreeCell on the computer. Somehow solitaire was too pathetic in my current mental state. The words rang through the silence of my home office—“You’ve got mail.” I felt a rush of wetness between my legs.

Bewitching V, Your words fire my imagination and heat my blood. They pool in my cock and balls gone heavy now in full desire. Take my hand, lovely V, follow me to my bed, lie back on petal-strewn sheets and fan your autumn-colored hair across my pillows. Allow me to pay homage to the goddess you are. Let me begin at your little feet. Feel me lightly kiss, and yes, you will feel me bite ever so slightly, for the need to devour you is great. Reply lover. I await. S

Petal-strewn sheets. I swallowed. Good god, he was a sexy man.

S, I smell the roses, their essence rising from the petals as the heat of my body warms them beneath me. I smell my scent, for my arousal is beyond measure in this moment. I draw a sharp breath as your nip to my arch takes me by surprise, but the press of warm lips in the same place cools the nerves gone wild. I feel the stubble of your chin, the rough/smooth dichotomy sending a tingle to run along my spine. Your hands stroke and caress. I feel the tickle of your fingers as they trace my calves. You’re at my knees now. I feel your lips, feel your warm breath. Where do you travel next I wonder? I think I know. V My heart was pounding. My breath was coming short, and I was aware I needed to swallow because my throat had gone dry. His reply finally came.

My sensual lover V, No, pretty one, have no expectations, only anticipation, for you never know what my body and mind will treat you to next, but I assure you, all will delight. For now I will leave your shapely legs and kiss you. Feel my body glide along yours, feel my weight press against you on my journey to your mouth. Yes, that is my hard cock grinding down. I can’t help myself, V. My body craves the contact. I hold your face between both hands and lightly rub my lips over yours, not quite a kiss, not quite a caress. Open, sweetness, open your lips to mine. Mmm, my tongue traces your bottom lip. How soft you are. I know a place that is softer still, but for now, I linger here. My tongue finds yours and swirls over and over it. I break the delightful joining to shower your face with kisses. Feel my rough cheek. The beard I once wore is gone, but the shadow remains and it rasps against your neck, making your lovely alabaster skin glow pink and flushed. I bite down and suck your flesh lightly into my mouth, feeling your body rise to me. I’ve marked you with a lover’s mark, and oh, lovely one, you do wear it well. Hear my breath at your ear, warm, heavy, excited. My lips glide along your collarbone to your upper chest. My tongue finds the crescent moon and stars and traces them, feeling the image slightly raised on your smooth, flawless skin. Your rose-colored nipples entice me… I go there next. Tell me, lover. Take me there. S

My clothing felt tight, as tight as a robe and slippers could feel when skin desires to be bare. I took them off because my skin felt feverish. My breath came faster as I sat naked at my desk.

S, My fingers curl into the warm silk of your chestnut hair as your mouth closes over one nipple. You hear me gasp as you suck both areola and nipple into hot suction. Your teeth graze me, lightly biting, the pleasure/pain skittering along nerve meridians that run in a straight line from nipples to center heavily between my thighs. Touch me, lover, use expert fingers to tease me open, fill me with your fingers as lips and teeth treat one breast and then the other. I’m burning now. V

Burning was right. I stood just long enough to tuck one leg under me, feeling a need for pressure there against my sex. I ground down against the calf I straddled, dreaming of words to use next as we culminated our curious relationship. You Have Mail. “You’ve got mail.” Looking down, I saw my breasts were flushed in a fevered hue as though a beard had rasped across them. But no, S had no beard. I put another memory aside and read…

:) I hope you enjoyed that little bit. Thanks again Victoria!

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One response to “Friends Friday -Rose Anderson”

  1. Hi Rose, loved the first person POV and super sensuality of Hermes Online! Congratulations on the Catanetwork award.

    Jane

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