Hello, I do still exist! I am taking a break from decorating (photos to come soon, promise) to share some exciting news with you all. The fine folk at House of Erotica are in the process of polishing and shining up my novel (yep, you read that right) Fulfill me ready for publication! i can’t give you a precise date right now but what I can give you is the gorgeous cover and the blurb.
But there is more to Nick and to Mike than she could ever have first imagined. She ends up on a journey from one side of BDSM to the complete opposite and all the time she’s just looking for the man who can make her whole.
I am so excited about this upcoming release as it’s my first ever full novel. I know Tempting Rendezvous counts but it was written as a trilogy so I never see it as a full novel somehow. whereas this novel was always going to be long, in fact it was one of my earliest tries at NaNoWriMo! I came back and revisited it earlier this year. I’d left it unfinished and I just had to complete it. I don’t know how I managed to leave it alone, unloved and endless for so long.
Fancy an excerpt? Okay, here’s one for you. Caitlyn has managed to track down the object of her affection at a party and has convinced the host to sit them together. She thinks her seduction plan is working…but it doesn’t quite go the way she imagined…
When I glance to my side, I jump back – someone is sat in Nick’s chair. Oh fuck, it’s that bloody Mike guy. Is his purpose on this Earth to get between myself and my destiny?
“You’re not Nick Casey.” I hiss through my smile.
“No, I’m Mike Masters – his PA. I like to sit on his left side, so we’ve had to swap seats.”
“Oh.” I am sure my disappointment echoes in my voice, even though I try to keep it buried. Another fucking plan ruined because of Shelia’s damn table plan. Oh, and look who’s sitting on the other side of me – Mr. and Mrs. Suburbia. There goes my appetite again.
I look up the table to where Sheila is sitting at the head and catch her eye, she shrugs apologetically, but I can see she’s not really upset. I fucking well am. Every time I lean in to try and catch Nick’s eye, the idiot between us moves his big, brunet head in the way.
I’m not a violent woman but I am starting to have visions of me chopping his head right off with a big bloody carving knife. Ok, I’m going to try the walk past again. The starter was only just served, so nobody is going to be able to pour soup over me this time, so I already have a higher chance of success.
As I walk past the back of his chair, I lift my hand to “accidentally” brush his shoulder. I’m quite shocked when I feel naked flesh, then outraged when I notice I’ve just brush past Mike’s hand, which is now clasping Nick’s shoulder. Okay, I am going to do some serious damage to that fella if he doesn’t bleeding well get out of my way.
The rest of the evening is filled with the inane rambling of Mr. and Mrs. Suburbia and that big head of a personal assistant trying occasionally to make inane conversation.
“So what do you do?” he asked, his eyes twinkling.
“Do? I do lots of things.” I reply, trying to keep the ice traces out of my voice, as Mr. Assistant might prove helpful at a later date, though I seriously doubt it.
“Oh, sorry, I mean work. What do you do for a living?” He stutters, looking down at his plate.
“I’m the head of department for customer support at a big computer company, you?”
“Personal Assistant, mostly.” He replies. “It’s not as glamorous as you’d think.” He’s preening like I should be impressed, and I’m definitely not.
“I can imagine.” The conversation attempt slips away into uncomfortable silence but my heart leaps when Mr. Boring PA pulls his chair away from the table and leaves the way open for me to talk to Nick. Hurrah, at last!
“Hello.” I smile over when he glances my way and my heart judders to a standstill when that heavy duty smile is aimed at me. Me, here, in the flesh.
“Hello.” he replies, his gaze almost imperceptibly drops to eye up my abundant cleavage, and I flush with the erotic pleasure of it all.
“I’m Caitlyn Jones.” I smile, and offer him my fingers for a handshake.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He replies, turning my fingers over his, then dropping a feather light kiss upon them.
“I’m Nick Casey.”
My flesh is hyper aroused, the skin on my fingers feel as if it might burn off from the memory of his scorching kiss.
“Yes, I recognise you.” I smile. “From something on the television, I’m right aren’t I?” he beams proudly, puffing out his buff chest.
“That’s right Caitlyn, I appear in Dobson’s Digs mostly. Do you watch it?”
“Occasionally, when I have time,” I reply carefully. “I’m usually rushed off my feet, you must know how it is.” I giggle. My cheeks flush. I’m enjoying the weight of his gaze upon me, waiting for the next step in the flirting dance.
“Nick, come on, we have to go! I just had Patrick on the line and he’s furious. I double booked you, quick, quick, if we hurry we can save this!” Mike grabs my potential lover by the arm and just about drags him away.
“But I was just…” Nick didn’t finish his sentence before he was pulled to the door, just managing a limp wave back at me. I sigh, holding back the barrage of swear words threatening to issue forth. I look longingly to his recently
vacated place and I notice the shiny, sleek angles of a mobile phone; Nick’s mobile phone. I don’t think, I just shoot my hand out, grasp the unit and pull it down under the table, and into the depths of my handbag.
I excuse myself as early as I can from Sheila’s, hurrying out before the boring couple from the suburbs of Hell can try to give me their address and force me to attend one of their garden parties, or something else corny and middle classish.
Back in my flat I’m able to slip the little metallic gift from the gods out of my black bag and caress it in my hands. Lifting it to my nose, I swear I can detect a slight hint of citrus musk, which must be his aftershave.
I can feel the quality as I run my fingers lovingly over and around the slim rectangular block, then I stare into the window to Nick’s soul, or at least his social life. It’s an expensive phone, I can feel it when stroke the screen. I can’t bring myself to snoop too far as yet, I’ll leave that for when I get more desperate.
What I’m desperate for won’t be satisfied by a phone – or will it? As I slip down the ring tones, I see the vibrate option, press it and feel the powerful shudder of the device in my hand. Biting my lip, I slip the phone between my thighs and press it against my knickers. The shockwaves are delicious, but I pull it away, lifting it to my nose, wondering how he’d react to receive his phone back with my feminine scent on it. Nick would smell my pussy every time he made a call.
I can see it now, his tongue slipping between his lips to furtively lick the metallic case, longing to taste the source of the intoxicating smell.
I slip the vibrating package down my cheek bone and my neck then along the line of my plunging dress, and into my cleavage. I enjoy the feel of it between my breasts as I leave it lodged between my bra and boobs, reaching round me to slip the dress straps down and off my shoulders, then snapping the bra open with one hand whilst rescuing the phone with my other. As the dark bra falls away from my lightly tanned breasts I gently sweep the phone across from one nipple to the other, teasing them to arousal.
My nipples resonate on the same frequency as the phone, and when I can’t take it any more I stand up and shrug my way completely out of my dress, then shimmy my lace knickers down to my knees, before sitting back on my creamy suede sofa. I let the phone slide down my stomach and into the warm “v” between my thighs.
I hope you’re now as excited about my upcoming novel as I am!