Welcome to our 4th Annual Romance Week!
Once again Chrystal from Snowdrop Dreams of Books and I are putting on our fabulous week long event filled with all sorts of wonderful romance, great authors and giveaways galore!
To kick things off this week I have the lovely Alessandra Torre and over visiting Chrystal is Jessica Scott!
Alessandra Torre is an exciting new author who astonished the publishing world with the success of her first novel, Blindfolded Innocence. Initially self-published, the intriguing romance and erotica title quickly rose to the top of the charts on Kindle and Amazon where it attracted the interest of major publishing houses. Currently available on Kindle, iBookstore and Nook, Blindfolded Innocence will be available in print in through Harlequin Publishing on January 25, 2014.
Torre’s captivating story about a young intern’s sexual awakening has won praise and rave reviews from numerous critics, bloggers and book reviewers, including the acclaimed Dr. Laura Berman. In her recent article “35 to Read After 50″ in Everyday Health, Dr. Berman recommended Blindfolded as a must-read for book enthusiasts searching for a new fix after Fifty Shades of Grey. The book has also received high marks from readers on Goodreads and other literary web sites where fans frequently remark they can’t wait for a Blindfolded sequel.
Momentarily stunned by the book’s rapid success, Torre resumed her daily writing routine and published ‘The Girl in 6E’, an erotic thriller that explores the hidden fetishes men covet and the life of a female recluse who battles an overwhelming desire for murder. The Girl in 6E will be released in Summer 2014, as a hardcover novel, through Redhook, an imprint of Hachette.
From her home near the warm waters of the Emerald Coast in Florida, she devotes several hours each day to various writing projects and interacting with her fans on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest. Happily married to her “best friend” and with one son, she loves watching SEC football games, horseback riding, reading and watching movies.
HOW TO STALK HER:
"After Happily Ever After": Sex Love Repeat
By Alessandra Torre
Sex Love Repeat told the crazy, twisted story of Madison, a surfer girl who loved two men at once, Paul and Stewart. Their story was different from a typical triangle in that both men knew about each other, and both men accepted the situation, each for different reasons. In the end, events beyond their control forced Madison to choose, and Stewart stepped back, letting Paul be with Madison. Now, four years after Paul and Madison's Happily Ever After Ending, here is a short scene from Stewart's POV. I hope you enjoy!
It's been two years. Two years since I ruined my life. Two years since I watched the love of my life lean into Paul's arms and kiss him. She was in the kitchen, and wearing a sundress, her tan arms wrapped around his waist. Only Madison could wear a sundress and make it sexual. I could picture picking her up, setting her on the counter, my legs spreading hers, and kissing her. Two years since, but I still knew exactly how she tasted, exactly how she smelled. That day had been torture. Smiling to her, smiling to him. Pretending like everything was fine when inside my heart was cracking, its break a little bit deeper, a little more unfixable. I thought I could do it, I thought I could handle it — seeing them together. But there, in that kitchen, I knew. I knew I'd never think of her without loving her.
Two years later, it's still there. That tug in my heart when she smiles. And she smiles so damn much. She should. She has a husband who loves her, one who devotes every spare moment to making her happy. He still surfs, but is more successful off the water, his smiling mug on thousands of surf shop walls. Sponsors love his clean lifestyle, his big smile and handsome face. They aren't rich, they still live in Venice Beach, in a crumbling townhome three blocks off the water. And still, Madison doesn't seem to care. I hear her laugh, it draws me closer, even though my brain tells me to walk away. I walk closer, and kneel by her chair.
She smiles. White teeth, full lips, light eyes that burn with energy and fight. God, I miss her. I miss her tumbling into my bed, pouncing onto my body when I walked in the door, popping into the office unannounced. "Hey Stewart," she said softly, and I see a bit in her eyes, a bit of what I feel. At least, I think I do. Or maybe I'm crazy. Maybe the three beers I tipped back while waiting for their arrival is putting thoughts in my head, thoughts I should ignore.
"May I?" I gestured with a smile. I've practiced the smile. Back then, I didn't have time to give her phone calls, dinner dates, or birthday gifts – but now? Without her? I have plenty of time to practice a smile. It's a good one. Light, carefree. Sexy, if the light is right and the grin doesn't wander too big or too creepy.
"Of course," she moved her hands from her belly, waved me forward. I placed my hands on her stomach, tried to breathe normally, tried to calm my features. Then I leaned forward, placed my head against the soft fabric of her tee, listened to her giggle as her delicate hands moved my head into place. "Stay still," she whispered. "You might feel him kick."
I did. I didn't stay still or quiet for the baby, growing inside her stomach. I stayed still because I could smell her perfume, the way it mixed with her skin and drove me insane. I stayed still so I could feel the movement of her, her soft heave as she breathed in and out. I stayed still and heard the final piece of my heart break.
Sex Love Repeat is available as an ebook through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iBooks, Kobo, and Smashwords. It is a standalone erotic romance.
I love two men. I screw two men. I am in a relationship with them both, and they are both aware there is another. That is all they need to know, that is all I let them know. They don’t need to know a name; they don’t need to know anything but that they are not alone in my heart.
They have accepted the situation. Stewart, because his life is too busy for the sort of obligations that are required in a relationship. Paul, because he loves me too much to tell me no. And because my sexual appetite is such that one man has trouble keeping up.
So we exist, two parallel relationships, each running their own course, with no need for intersection or conflict. It works for us, for them, and for me. I don’t expect it to be a long-term situation. I know there is an expiration date on the easy perfection of our lives.
I should have paid more attention, should have looked around and noticed the woman who watched it all. She sat in the background and waited, tried to figure me out. Saw my two relationships, the love between us, and the moment that it all fell apart.
She hates me.
I don’t even know she exists.
She loves them. I love them.
And they love me.
EVERYTHING else hangs in the balance.