Now if all of that sounded as good to you as it did to me don't miss out on your chance to win your copy of Welcome Aboard! Just like it said above all you have to do is answer the question Elyzabeth left in the post in the comment section below and you'll be entered to win! It's that simple so make sure you give it a shot. It's worth the effort!
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Welcome Aboard with Elyzabeth M. Valey!
Oh have I got a treat for you guys today! I'm honored to have the wonderfully talented Elyzabeth M. Valey back on the blog today with her newest Romance on the Go piece Welcome Aboard!
Isn't the cover to die for!? But there's more! First we have a quick word from the author herself and then we have some more information on the story and your chance to win a free copy!!
Thank you, Rebecca for having me over!
Hi everyone! I’m here with Rebecca today to tell you about my latest release Welcome Aboard, a short story that belongs to Evernight Publisher’s Romance on the Go line. These stories are meant to be read during work breaks, on the bus, in the waiting room, or right before bed. Personally, I think they’re a great way to get your romance/erotic fix.*wink*
Julie is on vacation! After months of breaking her back at the office she’s ready for a weekend of absolute relaxation: a little reading, good food and some lazing at the beach are her idea of a perfect plan. However, when a handsome man with a sexy smile and naughty accent takes the seat next to hers on the train she’ll enter a wicked ride of passion and delight that will blow her mind and body away.
Julie’s naughty journey bump starts on the train when the passenger next to her catches a glimpse of what she’s reading on her e-reader.
As it turns out, she’s immersed in an erotic novel. That got me thinking, what do you guys think about reading erotic romance in public places? Sexy? Inappropriate? Embarrassing? Something that’s better done in private?
Personally, I write them and plot them in public places, (mainly on the bus, since it’s a long commute), so reading them doesn’t pose a problem. For many, the issue is not so much the material as it is the racy covers. E-readers are great in that aspect, as we can read whatever we want and no one needs to know. Although, I’m quite sure that by my silly grin, blushing cheeks and occasional squirming people might have an inkling about what my reading material is. *grin*
From what I’ve observed in the Madrid subway, ever since 50 Shades of Grey released people seem to be more open about their reading habits and don’t mind flaunting the covers. Not only have I seen the afore mentioned book openly displayed but also yummy print covers of other romance novels. Of course, I have noticed the occasional snigger or disapproving glance, but in general, no one seems to mind.
And I have to tell you, William, my hero from Welcome Aboard, sure didn’t mind peaking into Julie’s reader.
So, how about you, what are your reading habits? Answer in the comments below and you’ll be entered to win a copy of Welcome Aboard! (Winner will be chosen using Random.org) Don’t forget to include your email so I can get in touch if you win.
“We’re on a train,” she hissed, gesticulating wildly.
William laughed, the lines on his forehead vanishing.
“I noticed.” He lifted the armrest and placed his hand on her thigh again. Julie bit back an unwanted moan. “What you failed to have seen, my sweet, is that we’re the only ones in this particular wagon.” He smiled smugly, drumming her thighs in a rhythm that almost had her lifting her hips.
Julie huffed. Yes, her body was weak with desire but she wouldn’t back down so easily.
“It’s a public space.”
“And doesn’t that excite you?” William asked, grasping her flesh, his fingers digging into her skin pleasurably.
Julie’s thoughts scattered. This was crazy. Out right crazy. She wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of girl. Sex in public had been out of the question, and yet—
She observed William. He was impassive, waiting for her resolution while toying with her lust. She shook her head. They could get caught. There could be cameras on the train and it was illegal.
“It’s illegal!” she blurted as the tips of his exploring fingers brushed against her sex.
Grasping a strand of her hair between thumb and forefinger, he caressed it before neatly placing it behind her ear, brushing his thumb over the shell.
“It’s only illegal if we get caught, my sweet. I have no intention of allowing that.”
His brown eyes bore into hers, the desire swirling in them making her weak at the knees.
“You want to, Julie. I know you do.”
“How?” She cried out the question as he finally pried his way underneath her jeans, resting his fingers above her soaking panties.
“For one, you’ve been squirming in that chair, a lot.” He smiled at her obvious discomfort. “Then,” he murmured, rubbing his finger over her swollen nether lips. “You’re dripping wet. If I wanted to, if you wanted to, I could probably slide this finger inside you without any restraint whatsoever. Maybe even two.”
This was so wrong. His scorching eyes begged her to accept the challenge. Julie bit down on her lip. She couldn’t say yes, not here.
“Tell me you want to, Julie.”
William’s finger found its way under the elastic of her thong. A moan became lodged in her throat as he touched her, learning the wet contours of her cunt with a single digit.
She hesitated. Did she want to? Did she really want to do this crazy thing? The tip of his finger hovered over her entrance, daring her to accept.
“Say yes, Julie.” His gaze was heated, his breath as shallow as hers.
She wanted this. Damned be it all, she wanted William’s fingers deep inside her pussy. She wanted the dazzling pleasure, the relief to the unrelenting throbbing between her legs. The realization of what she was about to do spiked her desire and cut off her ability to speak. Opening her legs wider, she smiled shakily. William’s lips parted slightly, his gaze fierce as he pushed a finger inside her. Julie reclined against her seat. Her eyes fluttered shut and she whimpered as another thick digit joined the first. She responded to him. He was her master puppeteer and she was his puppet, rolling her hips with every thrust.
“You want more?” he murmured, his lips hovering over hers.
Julie opened her eyes. William regarded her, his long lashes framing deep eyes that she couldn’t help thinking belonged to a poet at heart.
“Yes,” she whispered, closing the distance. Soft and compliant, she mewled her approval, as she tasted him. Her fear had vanished and left behind an ardor that required urgent appeasing. William grunted into her mouth as she teased his bottom lip, nipping at the full bow with relish. Tilting his head to the side, he swept his tongue over the seams of her mouth in a request for entrance. She granted it readily, taking in his tongue with a desperate hunger that rivaled his as they tangled.
He was relentless, his fingers toying with her sex even as he kissed her. In and out, the thick digits of his left hand pumped into her slowly. It was a delicious torture that only succeeded in making her hotter and more desperate for what was to come.
Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she'll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.