Book Info-
Title- Love Story for a Snow Princess
Series- Love Story # 1
By- Beth D. Carter
Genre- Contemporary Erotic Romance
Blurb-
When Panthea Snow loses her family in a horrific car crash, she needs something to keep her going. She decides to replace one family with another and signs up as a mail order bride to a man living in the far north in Alaska. When she arrives, however, she realizes she can’t go through with it but is stuck in River Ice, Alaska until the snow melts in a few weeks.
She meets Paden Winters and is drawn to him despite his moodiness and ill temper. As she gets to know him, she realizes they are both dealing with issues of healing and concealing pain. Only Paden deals with it by cutting himself for sexual satisfaction.
Can a woman who has an abnormal fear of blood and a man who cuts himself ever find happiness? Or are some pains too deep to overcome?
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Book Info-
Title-Once Upon a Love Story
Series-Love Story # 2
By- Beth D. Carter
Genre-Contemporary Erotic Romance
Blurb-
Caleb Tasker lost his wife to cancer but it took him a long time to put her memory to rest. Deciding he needs a vacation, he accepts the gracious invitation of living in his friend’s Malibu home for an over due holiday.
Delilah Ward grew up in rural Mississippi and ran away when she was sixteen, moving to Los Angeles with thoughts of being anything but the person she was born to be. But reality settled in quickly and the bright lights of Hollywood soon faded into the dark abyss of dancing on a darkened platform.
Caleb is used to love being easy and Delilah is used to fighting against everything. They have nothing in common except a wildfire attraction that won’t let go of them. But when tough choices need to be made, will they both be able to be honest to what they really want?
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Book Info-
Title- Lights Camera Love Story
Series- Love Story # 3
By- Beth D. Carter
Genre- Contemporary Erotic Romance
Blurb-
Jake Coolidge is Hollywood’s hot new star. Growing up in Los Angeles among the film sets his father worked on, Jake knows fame is fickle so he lives life to the fullest. He never has to search far for a pretty face with an amazing body to fill his bed, and he never, ever, promises fidelity.
Norah Scaritt has lived her whole life in a fantasy world. Knowing she would never be the girl to wear a bikini or short shorts, she’s come to accept that she has curves even though she secretly wishes she was one of the slim, beautiful models that decorates Jake’s arm.
She’s written a movie script that she knows Jake will be perfect for, but she’s ill prepared for the magnetic attraction she feels for him. As she tries to form a professional bond with him, his hot and cold attitude breaks her heart one too many times. Can Jake save a love that he denied before he’s lost the only person that ever really mattered?
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Please share the playlist(s) you listened to while writing the Love Story Series with us
With each story I write I have a signature song that drives my muse. With Love Story for a Snow Princess, I focused on the pain of both people and channeled that from the song “Bother” by Stone Sour. Hauntingly beautiful song with powerful lyrics that kick you in the gut, and it fits the hurt and anger driving both characters.
In Once Upon a Love Story, Delilah was the focal point driving Caleb’s desires so the lyrics to “Undisclosed Desires” by Muse is really what’s in his heart. You have two opposite people falling in love, a man who believes in it completely and a woman who doesn’t believe at all.
“I want to reconcile the violence in your heart
I want to recognise your beauty's not just a mask
I want to exorcise the demons from your past
I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart”
For Lights, Camera, Love Story, I shifted things once again, this time having the hero, Jake Coolidge, be the focus. Jake is, well, he’s slightly a man-whore. Don’t think too badly of him, he had crappy parents. When I heard “Love Has Come for Me” by Colton Dixon I thought it was the perfect anthem for a man who gets knocked over the head by love.
Our Author Interview
What
was your inspiration behind this book?
To
answer this question, I have to go back to the first book in the Love Story
series, Love Story for a Snow Princess. I, myself, love damaged heroes and one day I
read a magazine article about a teenager who cut themselves and the psychology
behind the practice. No one realized this teenager dealt with stress by cutting
so I became really interested in the dichotomy of having a perfect outer shell
but a messed up inside, and thus, Paden Winters was born. I took it one step further. The next question
I had was what kind of woman would tolerate a man who had to cut himself for
sexual satisfaction and I took it to the extreme opposite…a woman afraid of
blood.
What
would you have done differently if you were the main character of your book?
I
don’t know if I would do anything different.
I mean, I react to a scene based on my own emotions and all the heroines
of the Love Story series are very pragmatic in their own way. I try not to write them as annoying
characters. Thea is trying to heal, so
she’s dealing not only with her own sorrow, she’s now forced to help Paden face
his demons. In the second book, Once Upon a Love Story, Delilah is a
tough survivor. And in the latest book, Lights,
Camera, Love Story, Norah is a dreamer.
Each character is a part of me and I write how I’d react.
Why
did you become a writer?
The easy
answer is because I’ve been creating stories in my head since I was a
child. I wrote my first book, written
out in long hand, when I was about twelve.
There was never a time in my life when I didn’t want to be an
author. I tried to follow a different
path because I never had confidence in myself, but with the emergence of
ereaders, it’s opened up an avenue for many people to find their dreams. Like me.
As a
reader and writer I think it is important to get to know your fans and make a
connection with them as an author who takes the extra step to hear what their
fans think and want in their continued writing is continued success and key to
selling more books .Do you agree with that ?
Definitely. That’s why I give out my email address, so
fans or not-fans can contact me. It
makes my day when someone drops me an email to let me know that they liked my
story. I’ve also had someone point out
some errors and I got in touch with my publisher and we worked on correcting
them.
Do you have a favorite author or authors?
Of course!
I’m a reader, first and foremost. I have a very big library, ranging from Oscar
Wilde to Lisa Kleypas. But I never pass
up a Julia Quinn, Tymber Dalton, Sara Fawkes, Casey Daniels, and Laurann Dohner
story. My favorite poet is Ella Wheeler
Wilcox and I mention her in Love Story #2 Once
Upon a Love Story.
Do you
like to write your books in a continuing series?
It
depends. I have two published series
(The Love Story Series) and a paranormal series called McKnight, Perth &
Daire. I’ve finished a Sons of Anarchy
meets Longmire ménage series that is with a publisher now, so fingers crossed
it gets picked up. I think a series can
be nice but at the same time I think they can get old, so if I write a series,
it’s important to me to keep the stories fresh and interesting.
If you
could date any character from any book, who would it be and why?
Besides my own creations?
Ha! I don’t know, this is a hard
one to answer. Maybe Jace Wayland from The Mortal Instruments just because I
know it wouldn’t be a boring date.
What
kinds of books do you like to read in your spare time?
I read mainly romance and erotica romance, for pleasure,
yes, but also because I like to keep up to date on what my fellow writers and
friends have out there. I’m a speed
reader so I can read four or five books a week.
Do you
cry when writing sad scenes?
Yes. There is a
book I wrote years ago that’s not published and one of the characters has to
die. His death is what drives the
heroine’s arc forward. I bawled for days
when I had to kill him off. When I have
to write something sad, I feel it’s better if I make myself emotionally upset
so I can evoke those feelings and write them out accurately.
Did
you have a Cover Designer?
No. My covers come from my publishers.
Who
is your fictional boyfriend or girlfriend crush?
I’m kind of crushing on Christian and Anastasia because
I’m going to see 50 Shades: The Musical
next month (March). It’s a parody so it
should be funny.
If you were able to dine and have a one on
one with your favorite writer/author who would it be?
Again, this
is a hard question! I can only pick
one? I guess it would be Lisa
Kleypas. I would love to pick her brain
about how she plots her books.
Do you just re-read your favorite books?
All
the time! Like I said, I have a big
library of all my favorite books, even from when I was a teenager. I’ve moved a lot over the years and I’ve lost
books so it’s taken me a long time to find them again. Thank goodness for Ebay!
Do you ever get in a reading slump like your
readers do?
Yes, usually after I’ve read a book so fantastic I’m
trying desperately to find a replacement and nothing is good enough. Not fair to those books and authors at all
because I’m searching for something else.
What is the funniest book you ever read?
Any Julia
Quinn novel, but especially the Smith-Smythe books. I mean, when I read one of her books I’m
laughing so hard I’m crying.
About the Author-
I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors or corporate highrollers. I try to write characters who aren't cookie cutters and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. I love writing characters who are real, complex and full of flaws, heroes and heroines who find redemption through love.
I’ve been pretty fortunate in life to experience some amazing things. I’ve lived in France, traveled throughout Europe, Australia and New Zealand. I am a mom to an amazing little boy. I live in Los Angeles, surrounded by friends and family. I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. Writing my bio is difficult because I never know what to say so I hope you like this one. My favorite color is red but I look best in black (it’s slimming). I hate people who don't pick up their dog's crap in public places, people who don’t use turn signals, and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form. And although I love holding a book in my hand, I absolutely adore my ereader, whom I’ve named Ruby. I love to hear from readers so I’ve made it really easy to find me on Twitter: @BethDCarter or
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Excerpts from Love
Story for a Snow Princess:
STORY
EXCERPT
And then déjà vuhappened. The door opened, a gust of cold
wind came in, and all of Thea’s nerves came instantly alive. She knew, without
turning around, that the man from the night before had just walked in.
“I’ll be right there, Paden,” Miki
called out.
Paden. His name is Paden.
“You gonna be back tomorrow to
keep me company?” Miki asked her, jolting her back to her senses.
“I’d love to. How much do I owe
you for lunch and the pot of coffee, Miki?”
Miki waved the offer away. “It was
nice to have a girl in here to talk to.”
“Then thank you.”
“My pleasure.”
Thea hopped off the barstool. “I
guess I’ll see you tomorrow, but I will insist on paying.”
“Very well. If you hold on for a
minute, let me take care of Paden and then I’ll walk you to the hotel,” she
said as she wiped her hands on a towel and poured a cup of black coffee.
“You don’t have to escort me,”
Thea protested. “It’s not that far.”
“Yeah, but it’s dark. Just wait.”
She tapped Thea’s hand before
walking to the back corner where the man, Paden, sat. She watched as Miki sat
the mug of coffee before him and then nodded as he gave his order. Though his
face was turned toward Miki, those grass-green eyes stayed focused on Thea.
“Hello,” she said turning toward
him after Miki had walked into the kitchen.
“Hello,” he answered, though his
tone wasn’t engaging.
He eyed her up and down, pausing
on her hair and her Ugg boots. A mocking sort of smile twisted his lips, and he
took a drink of his coffee.
“You don’t like my boots?”
“Let me guess. You saw the word boot
and thought it seemed appropriate for minus-thirty-degree weather.”
“It’s not that cold out,” she
protested, stung by his disdain.
“It will be. Didn’t you read your
Alaskan Frommers Guide, Princess?” he taunted.
Thea frowned at his derision,
wondering why such a handsome man was so rude. She decided she didn’t like him.
He made her extremely uncomfortable. He simply stared at her, making her
nervous for some reason, so she jumped off her seat and headed for the door.
She grabbed her coat, hurrying out of the diner and into the icy wind. She
struggled to put on her coat, scarf, and hat before she froze. Unused to such
frigid wind, Thea came to realize how quickly hypothermia could settle in.
“You little fool,” came a harsh
voice. Gloved hands came out of nowhere to bundle her up. “You can freeze to
death in minutes out here!”
Thea’s teeth were chattering too
much for her to say anything. She looked up through her lashes at Paden, very
aware that the strange reaction she’d had while looking at him in the diner
hadn’t dissipated with the cold.
“Come on,” he growled and took her
arm.
Through the blinding, swirling
snow, he led her back to the hotel. Though it wasn’t far, it seemed like
forever as she took step after step in the glacial wind, glad that she had
Paden leading the way even if his presence threw her off-balance.
Truth be told, Thea had no idea
how she would have made it back to the hotel if this man hadn’t come out to
rescue her, even though the hotel was only a five-minute walk away.
After what seemed like hours,
Paden marched her up to the hotel and into the lobby. Warmth engulfed her
immediately, and she moved instinctively toward the fireplace where a roaring
fire generated lifesaving heat. She stretched out her hands and closed her eyes
in bliss. Little by little, her shivering body calmed as dizziness swirled
through her mind.
Paden came to stand next to her.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him, smiling her thanks languidly.
“You little fool,” he said again,
contempt dripping from each syllable. Her smile disappeared in an instant.
“Don’t you realize how dangerous this weather can be?”
“No,” she said. “I mean, yes. I
mean, not until now.”
He snorted. “It only takes moments
for hypothermia to set in, and if you get disoriented and wander off the road
we won’t find you till it’s too late.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“It’s September, winter is
settling in fast,” he told her. “I suggest you find someone to walk you back to
the hotel every night.”
He went to leave, but for some
inexplicable reason, she didn’t want him to go. She must have a masochistic
streak she had no idea about. Thea grabbed his arm, halting his retreat. He
glanced first at her small hand resting against his large arm before piercing
her with his grim stare.
“Yes?”
She cleared her throat, yanking
her hand back like he’d scorched her. “My name is Panthea Snow. Thank you.”
He didn’t say anything. He just
stared at her as if she were a bug he was inspecting. Thea fidgeted, not used
to such scrutiny. He turned abruptly and walked away, leaving her staring after
him.
He hadn’t even introduced himself.
ADULT
EXCERPT
“I wanted to let you know,” he
whispered, “that it’s not you. I’m still not right, Thea. Something is dark and
hateful inside, and it makes me do hurtful things. I just want you to know that
I…care about you, but I’m not a very nice person.”
His face was turned away from her,
his jaw locked in place, as if afraid he’d say something more. He looked so
lost to her, so defeated that it broke her heart. Without thinking, she reached
up to grab his face and bring it back to hers. She stood on tiptoe to make sure
he saw her as she spoke.
“I’m not scared of you, Paden,”
she whispered. “Whatever darkness is inside you doesn’t scare me.”
She kissed him on the lips,
softly, once and then twice, pressing her mouth against the seam of his. Then
she rubbed her cheek against his, and his composure broke. His arms came around
her and he pulled her into him, almost crushing her as he found her lips with
his.
She opened for him, and his tongue
swept in, allowing him to take from her whatever he needed. His kiss was
possessive, dominant yet tender, a heady combination that sent her senses
spinning. She slipped her arms around him, hugging his waist, feeling the
strength rippling through him, and a little moan escaped her throat.
Immediately, he swept her up into
his arms, not breaking the contact with his mouth. He carried her, though she
was hardly aware of where they went. She was half conscious to going up to his
loft, where the only light came from the glow of the fireplace below. He laid
her in the middle of his bed, falling upon her, cradled between her legs.
His hands roved over her body, not
giving her a chance to protest even if she wanted to. But she didn’t. He
unzipped her pants and his hand slipped inside, under her panties, to find the
slickness of her pussy. One finger slid in and she moaned, lifting her hips to
help him ease in further. His thumb rubbed her clit, teasing the nub while
another finger also pushed in. In and out he rubbed, up and down. Her body
tightened, and she panted, her hips bucking against the fingers driving her
crazy.
Then he pulled back, finally
breaking his kiss to trail over her cheek, down her chin to her neck. His hand
left her slit. She moaned in protest and shifted her hips higher, pressing
against his hardness. But he tugged at her shirt, hurrying to unbutton it to
reveal her thermal undershirt. For the next few moments it was all about
getting her naked.
Once she lay before him, exposed,
he took a moment to stare at her while running a hand over her skin, over her
breasts, teasing the nipples to pucker. Thea shifted restlessly, arching her
back to get him to touch her more.
His fingers trailed down, over the
concave contour of her belly, into the red curls hiding her femininity. He
shifted lower, and his fingers parted her folds as his mouth settled on her
aching clit.
She arched with a screech of
pleasure, bucking hard against his mouth. He sucked her deep, his tongue
probing into her opening and licking it. Her hands clutched uselessly at his
hair, either urging him on or trying to make him leave, she wasn’t sure. She
wanted more, she wanted to feel all of him but wasn’t quite sure what to ask
for.
He seemed to know, however, and
moved off her. She reached for him. She may not have known exactly what she was
reaching for, but she knew she didn’t want him to go away. He moved, his
clothing shifting off, his skin hot against her touch. She touched his chest,
his hips.
“Do you have a condom?” she
whispered.
He blinked, confused.
“I have one,” she told him. “I
thought, you know, just in case.”
She reached for her jeans and took
out the little foil from her pocket. She heard the tearing of a wrapper, and
then he was lifting her hips, settling them over his shoulders. He rose up
between her legs, holding firm to her thighs. In one thrust, he entered her.
Excerpts from Once
Upon a Love Story:
STORY EXCERPT
“I’m going to head to the bar,” Jake said.
“You go ahead,” Caleb replied. “I
want to check out the stage.”
Jake grinned and disappeared into
the crowd. As Caleb began to head toward the stage he happened to glance to his
right and saw a beautiful African-American woman giving out beer to passing
people. Even in the low light he could see disdain in her eyes as she smiled at
the man standing in front of her. She held out a cold beer plucked from the icy
casket in front of her, twisting off the cap with a deft flick of her wrist. She
wore a one-piece bathing suit, scarlet red and cut high on the side, showing
off her gorgeous long legs. Her black hair fell in a straight curtain past her
shoulders and a silver headband held her bangs back. Her dark skin glistened
under the overhead lights.
The man stuck a dollar in a tip
bucket as he walked on, taking a long drink from his beer. The woman said
thanks, and as she turned, the fake smile immediately slid from her lips.
Before he knew what he was doing, he had walked over to where she stood passing
out beer.
“Would you like one?” she said,
the fake smile falling back into place.
“Sure,” he answered.
She popped the top and handed him
one. When he took it, she turned back to look at the crowded room as if waiting
for him to go. Only Caleb didn’t leave. He moved to the side as a couple more
people came up to get beer.
“My name is Caleb,” he said, once
they were alone again.
She flicked a cautious, hesitant
look at him and flashed that impersonal smile.
“I’m sorry for lingering, but I
don’t know anyone here,” he went on. “And you seem to hold the monopoly on
manly drinks.”
“‘Glass after glass you drain to
quench his thirst,’” she quoted.
“‘Each glass contains a spirit
like the first,’” he quoted back without missing a beat, and he could tell he
impressed her when her mouth dropped open.
“You know Ella Wheeler Wilcox?”
she asked in disbelief.
“Yes. Why, is that a surprise?”
She shifted back and looked him up
and down. Caleb found himself strangely aroused by her perusal. “Pardon me for
saying, but you don’t look like a man who quotes female poets.”
“What kind of man do I look like?”
She pursed her lips. “I don’t
know. A lumberjack?”
Caleb scratched his beard and
smiled. “Close. I’m a forest ranger, actually, from Alaska.”
A man walked up and the woman
opened a beer before handing it over with a flirty smile. The man winked at
her, nodded at Caleb, and walked away. And as soon as he was gone the
brightness of her face drained away.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Candy,” she answered immediately.
“Really? Well, okay.”
“What’s wrong with my name?”
“You don’t look like a Candy.”
She raised a sculptured eyebrow.
“What do I look like?”
“Something classical, with maybe a
touch of exotic.”
She cocked her head and stared at
him. Caleb had the distinct feeling that she was sizing him up, making some
type of monumental decision. “Delilah,” she finally said, slowly, as if she
still wasn’t sure she wanted to tell him. Then she gave a rueful laugh. “I
don’t usually tell men my real name.”
That confused him. “Why?”
Another man walked up and a smile
lit up Delilah’s face for the time it took to hand him a beer. When the man
walked away, like before, the smile faded from her lovely face.
“Candy is my working name,” she
told him abruptly.
“This work?”
She shrugged and made a sweeping
gesture with her hand, encompassing the whole room. “Weekend work. Pays well, I
can keep my clothes on, and I’m home by one a.m.”
A hideous thought entered his
mind. “Are you trying to tell me that you, ah, you’re a…”
She seemed to take grim amusement
when words failed him. He saw her shoulders straighten as she stiffened her
spine. Her dark eyes watched him, appraising him, and for some reason Caleb
felt like he was on trial.
“I’m a stripper,” she told him
bluntly. “At The Pink Pony. Monday through Friday. Stop by if you’d like.”
ADULT EXCERPT
“Baby, you’ve gotta stop looking
at me like that,” he told her in a strangulated tone.
She licked her lips, unable to
break eye contact.
He groaned and left the kitchen,
walking toward her with determined strides. He looked like a man on a mission,
a hunter who’d found his prey, and excitement flooded through her. Her pussy
flooded, soaking her panties, and need puckered her nipples into hard buds.
As soon as he drew close enough,
he reached for her. His grip was firm but not bruising and she stared up at him
with wide eyes. His body was hard, firm, and she felt his cock pressing hot and
heavy against her.
“You’re so beautiful,” Caleb said
with a ragged breath. “I’m so hard for you, Delilah, and if I don’t kiss you
right now I think I might self combust.”
“Yes, Caleb,” she moaned just as
his head swooped down and his lips claimed hers.
She melted. He took a small nip on
her upper lip before trailing smaller kisses across her bottom, licking each
corner to coax her mouth open. As soon as she granted him access, Caleb slipped
his tongue inside. There wasn’t any softness in the kiss at all. He possessed
her completely, with a wildness that took her by surprise. As her tongue joined
with his in exploring and tasting, her knees went weak. Caleb’s hands slipped
down to grab her around her waist and settle her more firmly between his
thighs. She could feel his rigid cock pulsing through their clothes and all she
wanted to do was explore his impressive girth.
Slowly, his hands began to slide
up, pushing her shirt up to reveal her flat tummy. His thumb brushed over her
smooth skin and she shivered. She broke the kiss to moan, allowing Caleb to
rain small kisses over her cheek and down her neck.
“Caleb,” she managed to gasp.
“I want you,” he whispered in her
ear, taking a nip at her earlobe. “I want to take you into my bed and worship
your body, lick every inch of you, have you ride me until we’re both too weak
to walk. Jesus, Delilah, I’m want you so fucking much, baby.”
“Caleb, stop,” she whispered.
“Please. We need to stop.”
It was like a bucket of cold water
had been thrown on him. He stiffened in her arms and then the next second he
was walking away from her, back toward the kitchen, hunched like a wounded bear.
She was left panting, disoriented, and strangely bereft.
“I, ah, I need to go,” she told
him, walking toward the door that led to the mud room.
As she passed by him, he grabbed
her arm.
“Don’t go,” he murmured.
She swallowed. She was so tempted,
and because of that, she needed to get away now.
“I have to go.”
His eyes were burning with
arousal. Her body responded. “I want to see you again.”
“Caleb—”
“Please, Delilah. I have to see
you again.”
She caved. She wanted to see him
again, too. “Give me your phone.”
He slipped it out of his pocket
and handed it to her. She quickly programmed her phone number into it before
setting it back upon the island counter top.
She wanted to kiss him again. So
very badly.
But instead she hurried out,
closing the door behind her.
Excerpts from Lights,
Camera, Love Story:
STORY EXCERPT
Norah was standing in line at the post office when her cell phone
buzzed in her pocket. She sat the package she was going to send on the little
island next to her and dug her phone out. She didn’t recognize the number but
she decided to answer it anyway in case it was Jill calling from a different
phone line.
“Hello?” she asked softly.
“Hello, Norah Scaritt?” a deep male voice asked.
“Yes?”
“This is Jake Coolidge. I work with your cousin Jill.”
Norah’s mind went blank. She pulled her phone away and looked at it,
as if that was going to give her divine answers to thinking. Oh god! And
that’s as far as her brain got.
“Hello? Miss Scaritt?”
“Uh…yes. I’m here.” She hoped Jake Coolidge could not hear the
breathless quiver in her voice. She glanced behind her at the other customers
and got out of line so she could have a private moment with Jake Coolidge!
She moved the phone away to clear her throat and then returned it. But
it was impossible to steady her pounding heartbeat so she didn’t even try.
“Yes, Mr. Coolidge, I’m here. How may I help you?” She gave a fist
pump her voice came out sounding normal.
“Last month Jill gave me your script to read and I was hoping we could
meet for lunch and talk about it.”
Had she just died?
Because no frickin’ way had Jake Coolidge just asked her to lunch!
“Definitely,” she murmured calmly. “Is there a day that works well
with you?”
“How about tomorrow?”
“I am free tomorrow.”
“Great. I live in Malibu. There’s a great little café on the PCH, just
past Las Floras Canyon Road called The Applegate. Meet me there about noon?”
“That sounds nice. Thank you for your call.”
He gave a smooth chuckle. “My pleasure. See you tomorrow, Miss
Scaritt.”
And he clicked off.
Norah stood there for a long moment, staring at her phone, wondering
if she’d just dreamed the whole conversation with Jake Coolidge.
Jake frickin’ Coolidge!
She jumped up in the air with a whoop of joy and then danced in a
circle. It took her a few minutes to realize that she was still in the post
office and everyone in line was looking at her and smiling.
She held up the phone. “Good news.”
The woman closest to her smiled. “Congratulations. Is this your
package?”
“Oh. Yeah. Holy heck, I’ve got to run. Thank you!”
She grabbed the box and hurried out the door, her fingers already
speed-dialing Jill. Her cousin answered on the second ring.
“Guess who I have a lunch date with tomorrow?” she asked, not even
bothering to give a greeting.
“Um, Brad Pitt?”
“Why would I have a lunch date with Brad Pitt?”
“How would I know?”
“Jake Coolidge called me!”
“Really? He must have read your screenplay!”
“Yep. That’s what he wants to talk about. What do you think that
means?”
“I think it means he wants to talk about your screenplay.”
“No, not that,” Norah grumbled. “I meant, do you think that’s a good
sign? That he liked it? It’s gotta be because he liked it. Right? He wouldn’t
set up a lunch date to tell me it sucked, would he?”
“I’m sure he liked it,” Jill replied.
“But?”
“But what?”
“Your answer sounded like it had a but in there.”
“No but. He does have a fine-looking one, though.” Jill giggled.
“Oh my god!” Norah squealed. “What am I going to wear? What am I going
to eat? What am I going to wear?”
“You asked that one twice. Calm down, Norah. It’s just Jake. I talk to
him all the time.”
“You do?”
“On set, yes. I usually have to get him when he’s needed on set.”
“Is he nice or a jerk? Is he really that gorgeous in person? Should I
dye my hair blonde?”
Jill laughed. “Slow down, cowgirl! Jake is nice, but he’s a player. If
it’s got a pussy he’s trying to hump it. Yes, he’s very handsome and absolutely
do not dye your hair. Calm down, Norah, before you hyperventilate to
death.”
“I know,” Norah said, dragging in a deep lungful of air. “I have to go
home and pick out what I’m going to wear.”
Jill laughed. “Go ahead. Call me after the meeting.”
ADULT
EXCERPT
If she was going to have another night with him, she was going to give
him a night he’d not soon forget. She might not have much experience, but she
read romances, and she had a helluva imagination.
When they got to his room, Jake pulled her into his arms and kissed
her. She felt his hard cock pressed against her stomach. This time, she wanted
to take things slow and learn about Jake, what he liked and what drove him
crazy. She pulled back slightly to meld their lips gently, starting the kiss
out slowly to let the magic build. Their tongues met, danced, twining together.
Norah’s knuckles glided over Jake’s stomach and she felt the muscles contract
against the ticklish caress.
She found the zipper to his jeans and lowered it. She broke the kiss
and sank to her knees, working his pants over his hips. The mental image of the
blonde giving him a blow job flashed through her mind and all she wanted to do
was do a better job. She wanted to make sure Jake Coolidge didn’t forget her.
Slowly, her hands slid inside the pants and under the elastic band of
his underwear to grab the firm globes of his ass. She explored for a moment,
tracing over the firm, smooth skin and even dipped into the crack to trace the
seam until she skimmed his balls. Jake groaned and wiggled his hips a little
impatiently. Norah only smiled.
She pushed his clothing down, carefully freeing his long, thick cock.
The blood-engorged member stood proud from a dusting of dark curls. It twitched
as if knowing that it was being admired, bobbing slightly above a full sac. She
wanted to suck it into her mouth but knew if she did that now, her little
seduction would lose its memorable quality. So she continued teasing.
Instead, she licked his balls and caressed them, feeling each
individual weight. Jake moaned and buried his hands in her hair. Norah ran a
finger over the tip of his cock, catching the moisture leaking from it and using
it to coat the head. She rubbed it over and over, back and forth, as her mouth
kissed the hot skin at the base of the shaft then moved up, taking her sweet
time to enjoy it.
The skin on the head was smooth but swollen as pre-cum leaked steadily
from the tip. Norah sucked it into her mouth, using the flat top of her tongue
to massage up and down. Jake made breathy little noises of need and they just
about drove her crazy. Norah rubbed the bulging vein that disappeared under the
mushroom head where she lapped up the drops of white fluid that dripped from
the hole.
She loved Jake’s salty essence on his tongue. He moaned and bucked his
hip as if demanding attention. Norah slipped her mouth around the head, tracing
each curve with her tongue, easing her mouth over then down, going slowly. Her
right hand encircled the base while her left hand rested on Jake’s hip to
control the thrusts.
Norah began the blow job with short, shallow thrusts. Each time,
however, she allowed Jake’s cock to go further, deeper, letting her throat
muscles relax. In a short time she was deep throating him, making him moan and
shake with pleasure.
Little by little, Norah increased the tempo, speeding up, her right
hand moving to Jake’s sac and squeezing it, playing with it, rolling the balls
through the thin skin. Jake gave a heavy gasp, his hips twitching under the
restraint he was holding on to.
“God! Norah!” He grunted. “You’re amazing, sweetheart.”
With obvious reluctance, he pulled back to plop out of her mouth. She
looked up at him through her lashes, knowing her lips glistened with saliva.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he told her. “I want to be
buried in your tight little pussy when I do.”
The dirty words made her shiver with desire. He held his hand out to
her and helped her stand in front of him, only then removing the rest of his
clothes before stripping her bare.
He kissed her again, reaching out to bring her body flush against his.
She felt every inch of his strength, through the corded muscles on his arms and
down his long legs. Her body was different, of course, soft to his hardness,
and she tried to push from her mind that she wasn’t the perfect goddess he was
used to. She was glad the room was dark. She didn’t think she’d be able to
stand in front of him naked with lights on.
He guided her backward, until the back of her knees hit the bed and
she sat down, breaking the kiss. Then it was his time to go to his knees. He
gently pushed her back until she lay down and he pulled her hips forward,
giving him complete access between her thighs.
She was already wet for him and she heard his appreciative growl just
before he slipped one finger into her snug channel and latched on to her clit
with his mouth. He began a tender assault on her senses as she gasped and
arched her back. And when his finger found her G-spot the world burst into a
kaleidoscope of colors.
He wasted no time finding a condom and slipping it on. He flipped her
over and raised her ass in the air to bury himself completely inside her.
“Jesus, you’re tight,” he muttered, holding still inside her for a
moment.
“Please, Jake,” she begged. “Fuck me.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I will,” he promised, kissing the back of her neck.
“This sweet pussy is mine.”
He withdrew until the tip of his cock was barely inside, and then he
thrust forward sharply. She moaned and pushed back, wanting more.
“Say it,” he ordered. “Say that this pussy is mine.”
“Yes!” she cried. “All yours!”
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