Whenever
I interview another author, I usually ask the question – was it love at first
sight with your spouse? And yet, as I think about it, I’ve never been asked
that question. Michelle asked me to write something personal, a funny or sexy
story so I thought I’d share my first meeting with my hubs…errr, well, kind of
first meeting.
Thirteen
years ago we worked for the same company, and all of us were painting, moving
things around for a new opening and he was up on a ladder. Of course I didn’t
know he was up there, my trainer was giving me the tour since I was new and I
was processing a lot of info. I knew my trainer from a mutual friend so we had
an easy camaraderie and were joking around and laughing a lot. She mentioned
hot guys, which I wanted no part of since the last relationship I was in at
that point was very difficult and the last thing I was even thinking about was
the opposite sex. But considering she was younger than I was, didn’t know my
history, she continued on and told me about this pretty hot guy who a lot of
girl’s were checking out. Then she pointed up…like a crazy person (so I
thought), I looked up.
All
I could see was a man’s ass staring down at me from his perch on a ladder. I will admit, it was a very fine tush encased
in black jeans…I stared. I mean, I wasn’t looking for another guy in my life
but I wasn’t dead—I had to enjoy the scenery. I stared awhile.
Until
he looked down. Right down at me staring up at him. Being a redhead you can
imagine just how scarlet my face went, and then he had the audacity—in my
embarrassment—to wave!!! The dastardly man! I immediately turned away and tried
to go about my business but geez talk about awkward. LOL
In
the end, however, that day passed and I avoided him as much as possible – until
a week later when he approached me in the staff room and said we should have
coffee…since I’d checked him out and all. Needless to say it was a long time
before I stopped blushing but we developed a great friendship which led to more
and we’ve been married eleven years.
So
while it wasn’t his eyes, button nose, or sexy smile that first captured my
attention, in the end I found the greatest love of my life…it was just ass
first!! ROFL.
Sweetest
Salvation
Contemporary
Erotic Romance/Light Bondage
Content
Warning: Contains Voyeurism, Spanking, Multiple Partners
ISBN:
978-1-77130-330-9
Available
at Evernight
Publishing / Amazon.com
(more links below)
*An Evernight Publishing
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After
the deaths of her husband and child, tragedies that she blames herself for,
Andrea “Andy” Sheaver has shut herself off from the world. The only place she
finds any relief from her shattered heart is Club Splendor, where she and her
husband often frequented together. There, Andy submits to pleasure and
pain in situations so her grief is forgotten for a little while.
But
Hunter Sullivan won’t stand idly by and watch Andy self-destruct. A friend of
her husband, and the owner of Club Splendor, Hunter has kept his love for Andy
hidden for years. He refuses to think of her at the club, cold and detached as
she’s become, looking for an easy fix to take away the pain in her heart.
Hunter wants her to vibrant in life again and sets out to prove he is exactly who
she needs.
Excerpt
© Kacey Hammell, 2013
“Mr.
Sullivan is waiting for you. He said you’d know where to go.” He smiled and
winked.
Cheeks
on fire, she gave him a small nod and walked ahead. She moved into the bar area
and looked around. The place was packed tonight.
There
were a few people she recognized, but most were new faces. Hunter’s business
was certainly thriving.
Bridget
caught sight of her and waved. Andy did the same and turned to the left, down
the hall that would take her to room fourteen and Hunter.
Movement
caught the corner of her eye, and she looked to her right. At a table in the
far corner, Paige and Nolan sat with another couple. She missed a step, but
gained her balance again. She hadn’t thought about seeing them again. Paige
waved and her husband smiled bright.
The
couple’s kindness and understanding arced across the room. Andy smiled and
waved back. They’d been there for her the other night. She’d be forever
grateful for it.
Reaching
the room, she took a deep breath and knocked. Hearing Hunter’s gruff, “Come
in,” she turned the knob.
The
room, similar to the one she’d used the other night, had a warmer feel to it.
The fireplace ablaze, the heat of it welcomed her.
Andy’s
gaze swept the room. Furnished with a full living room set, she loved the royal
purple and black colors of the furniture and curtains than anything else. This
room conveyed privacy and self-indulgence. Her heart rate increased just
thinking of all that might have been done in this room.
It
was made for sex. Especially with a glass display case that took up the most of
wall. Inside were dildos, anal plugs, collars, floggers, cock rings and more
toys of pleasure.
Andy’s
gaze landed on Hunter where he sat in the center of the couch, arms stretched
over the back of it.
“Hi,
sweetheart.”
Her
gaze narrowed on his and she shut the door behind her. “Don’t you sweetheart
me, Hunter. And get that look off your face.”
“What
look?”
“That
self-righteous look. I might be here, but not for the reasons you think.”
“Then
why are you here?” he questioned, his gaze unwavering.
“I
wanted to tell you in person that your idea isn’t going to happen. We’ve been…
friends too long. You’re Patrick’s best friend. It’s all kinds of wrong.”
He
leaned forward, arms resting on his powerful thighs.
His
red t-shirt molded his shoulders and the cuffs of the arms looked snug around
his biceps. Damn him for being in such great shape.
She
shivered, nipples tightening. She needed to get away from him.
“There,
I’ve said all I have to say. Goodbye,” she muttered, and turned back toward the
door.
Hunter
was quickly behind her, arms encasing her as his palms pressed against the door
and preventing her retreat.
His
breath was warm against her ear. Andy wished she’d left her hair down. At least
she wouldn’t be able to feel his breath on her neck.
A
shudder ran through her. “Let me out, Hunter. I need to leave.”
“Why?
You were so desperate to remain a member and be here the other night. I’m
simply offering a safer solution. Me instead of strangers,” he rasped against
her ear.
“I
don’t have to worry about much with strangers. At least they aren’t people I
have to see after the sex is over.”
Hunter
pressed in closer behind her, which pushed her farther against the door. She’d
always been claustrophobic. And right now, being caged in by this man, made it
even harder to breathe than if she was locked in a closet. His chest was firm
against her, his mouth against her ear, and his hoarse voice soft.
Her
thighs rubbed together and her clit chafed against her thong. The string along
her ass was snug. All she had to do was turn around and take what he offered.
She wanted a cock inside her.
Dear
lord, this was Hunter.
Could
she step over the invisible line and take what he offered?
He
was attractive, always had been to her. Hell, she’d only been married, not
dead. She appreciated a gorgeous man when she saw him.
Hunter
always treated with her respect and friendship. She didn’t know how much he
dated but had heard women at the club mention his prowess in the bedroom. He
could probably give her everything she needed. There would be a sense of safety
with him at least.
And
her body’s reaction to him today, while surprising, knew what it wanted. While
she was sure it was a bad idea for them to journey down this path, she was
overwhelmed by the sudden realization that not just any cock would do.
She
wanted Hunter. Wanted only him inside her.
Her
breath hitched and her lungs filled, making it hard to breathe. No, she didn`t
have the courage to give into this man.
She
needed to get out of this room and away from him. Grabbing the doorknob once
more, Andy yanked.
Hunter’s
palms never moved from the door, but in her hasty movements, his chest aligned
tighter against her back.
Pressed
against the door, she turned her head, her right cheek resting on it as her
breasts pushed against her bra. The hard surface scraped against her clothing,
which abraded her nipples. The urge to purr and rub against the wood was
overwhelming.
Hunter’s
body pressed against her; the cock cradling her ass told her that he was just
as affected as she. His length was hard, solid. His hips dipped and shoved
against the crack of her ass.
“Andy,”
he whispered in her ear.
She
closed her eyes, willed herself to push back against him until he let her go.
Her
eyes opened when she realized her hips moved against his. Her pussy quivered
and her stomach clenched. There was no sense in fighting a losing battle. She
wanted him.
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Canadian
author, Kacey Hammell is a multi-published erotic romance author who writes
mainly in the Contemporary Erotic/Romantic Suspense genres. She is a true romantic at heart.
Where to find Kacey…
Thank you so much for having me on your blog Michelle! Yes, we Canucks do need to stick together :D Always great to see so many fellow CDNs writing! Have a great day!
ReplyDeleteLOL Love how the two of you met! Go Canadian romance authors! :)
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