Why I love this book so much...
The Seduction of Cassidy Flint is the story of a woman who discovers after 40 that her inherent sexuality hasn't died despite that she put it on a shelf the day she said "I do."
I love Cassidy because she's real, flawed and a little lost. She's been plodding along in life like so many of us, not realizing life is passing her by while she waits for her moment to really live.
She's brave though, and once Aiden comes into her life and sees the opportunity he offers, in spite of her fears and insecurities, she reaches for it. Not perfectly and not without some uncertainty, but she takes the risk.
I loved watching Cassidy come to life and for those readers who really pay attention, I used a garden as a physical manifestation of what is going on inside Cassidy's soul. While she and Aiden turn a barren plot of dirt into a small oasis, Cassidy's journey of sexual exploration with Aiden brings her soul back to life as well.
I hope you'll read Cassidy and Aiden's story, yes it's extremely sexual, there is a menage, they do use toys, but at it's core, it's a love story of two hurt people who need one another more then they realized.
For more info visit the Siren Publishing website and read the excerpt in the following post.
My latest novel, The Seduction of Cassidy Flint, will be available January 28th exclusively at Siren Publishing.
This story is one extremely hot read as Aiden Grand helps Cassidy to find her sexual nature isn't dead, but only needs the right man to bring it to life and does he. This book has a little bit of everything, including one smoking hot menage. ;-)
Temptation becomes seduction. Seduction becomes posession. A man afraid of love. A woman afraid of passion. Can they build a life that lasts forever?
Here's a sneak peak in an explicit excerpt...
Aiden ran his hand slowly over the softest skin he could ever recall touching. His hand literally shook with the need to touch her. He watched a very similar shiver take her body, and he delighted in it. He came beside her, brushing his nose along hers, just relishing in the closeness of their bodies. Another shiver took her.
“You shivered. Is it because you’re cold?”
His mouth slowly covered hers. Her tongue came to meet his in an open-mouthed invasion of all his senses.
When she looked up at him, her eyes said everything, “I shiver because I ache and I burn.”
Their tongues caressed one another. Aiden couldn’t hold back his groan, and he pulled her lower body in closer contact. His own aching need was raging out of control. His cock was rock hard and weeping from the tip, but he wouldn’t rush her, not this time.
“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you, Cassidy. I can’t explain it. It just is.”
An excruciatingly slow dance of tongues and teeth and lips occurred. Aiden wasn’t sure he’d ever gotten so aroused just by kissing before, half naked or not. He ran his hand along her spine, her breasts pressed close against him, her silky skin a perfect contrast to the coarse hairs on his chest.
He nuzzled her with his mouth, his nose. His entire face caressed hers. He drew her scent into his body until he prayed it would live there forever. His mouth moved lower, lapping at her breasts. He ignored the wild call from below telling him to hurry. This was simply one of those moments in time that was too good to rush, and he didn’t care how much agony it caused him. He intended to enjoy every inch of his Cassidy for as long as his body would hold up.
Slowly circling each nipple, he blew on the fevered skin until they stood so erect he imagined she ached as much as he did. Only then did he give her what she sought and sucked in one rosy-tipped peak, holding back his own smile when she cried out to him and practically skyrocketed off the bed.
As he languidly caressed the nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, she arched into him, her body begging for completion he had no intention of giving her yet.
He waited until she went completely lax in his arms and sighed, a delicious sound of contentment. She dug her fingers into his hair, running the pads of those fingers along his scalp. It was intensely and surprisingly erotic.
He watched his fingers run up and over the other nipple, pleased when she arched again, obviously hoping he’d take it into his hand, but he resisted. He brushed it first with his finger, watching her shiver, then cupping the side of her breast. His thumb ran over the peak, back and forth.
“You hate me...for some reason...don't you?”
He smiled at the tightness her voice revealed.
“No, this isn’t hate. Torture, maybe, but not hate.”
He licked her again, and she writhed. He pushed his erection into her thigh.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’m tortured as well.”
Moving back to the other nipple, he left the one he had been lathering with attention wet and cooling in the air swirling down from the ceiling fan.
He touched the side of her head, caressing her hair, kissing her temple, her throat, his hand caressing one perfect breast. He knew it was perfect because of how perfectly it fit his hand. He’d never felt as if his hand had been made to hold a particular breast before. All of a sudden, he did.
He reached around her, unfastening the skirt and then sliding it over her hips and down her long sexy legs, placing kisses on her knees and leaving her in only her panties. Ironically the only article of clothing she hadn’t been wearing the last time they were together.
At a leisurely pace, he removed the rest of his own clothes, marveling at the amount of control he had over himself. But Cassidy watched him closely, so he took his time. First sliding down his zipper, then pushing both his pants and briefs over his hips, kicking them off when they reached his ankles. A sense of satisfaction flowed through him at Cassidy’s small smile and large blush.
“Touch me.”
He wasn’t surprised by the need in his tone, or at the desperation he felt, though he was a little appalled by it. If she refused him, he wasn’t sure what he’d do. He took a step closer, one knee placed on the bed.
Cassidy stared, first at his powerful erection, then at him. He wasn’t sure how many naked men she’d seen, but something in her eyes assured him she’d never seen one that pleased her as much as he did.
Crazy though it was, that thrilled him.
“Touch me, please, Cass.”
She came up on one elbow, reaching her beautiful fingers toward him. A bead of moisture formed on the tip in anticipation, and he dearly prayed he’d be able to control himself if she actually did touch him.
The first sensation that flooded him when her gentle touch registered was relief. He ached, his blood was flooded with need for her, but he’d held firm at her touch. He wanted to be inside her so badly, half his brain cells had shut down because of it. He’d never felt this need, this much desire, such urgent longing. He needed her to make him whole as much as he needed the blood to continue to cycle through his heart.
Her fingers circled him, and he groaned and wondered at the wisdom of his request.
She squeezed and whispered, “Velvet.”
He knew he had to pull back.
He lay down beside her again. This time his finger began tracing the top edge of her panties, just beneath it and across the edge of her feminine curls. Her hand touched his face. He turned his head, placing a kiss in her palm.
“I’ve never met anyone like you.”
He met her gaze, troubled that she’d sounded so surprised. He wondered what type of idiots she’d been dating that couldn’t see how amazing she was. Desire raced through his blood so strongly and so swiftly. He circled his hand around his own cock, stroking it to relieve some of the pressure. Her eyes widened as she watched his hand run the length of him and back.
He wondered about just making himself come and letting her watch. It would give him the chance to pleasure her. He groaned, the feelings so intense they were nearly crippling.
“Can I?”
He swallowed and removed his hand.
“Please do.”
She pushed against his shoulder, and he went willingly until he laid flat on his back. She moved down the bed and straddled his thighs, the sight of her sending frissons directly into his cock. He watched intently as she reached out with one hand. One finger ran the length of his cock and gently over the tip. It was a brush so light he barely felt it, but fucking hell, it turned him on.
Her open curiosity as she brushed that one finger over the base and tip of his shaft was both endearing and infectious.
“Is it terribly sensitive?”
He choked on a laugh.
“Uh, yes.” He drew a tense breath through clenched teeth. “Do you ever touch yourself, Cassidy?”
Her gaze flickered away, and her finger kept brushing over his cock. He reached out and closed his hands over her fingers, wrapping them around him.
“Squeeze me. Like this.”
He pressed his hand over hers. Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open.
“That doesn’t hurt?”
He laughed again.
“Not hardly. Tight is gooood. Trust me.” He licked parched lips. “Squeeze and move your hand to the tip, then back.”
She did, hesitantly at first. He delighted in the sweet torture she applied, needing a release desperately.
“Do you want to take me in your mouth, Cass?”
Her eyes flared, her hand stopping its movement as she stared, first into his eyes, then at his cock. He was about to take back the question when she leaned over and tentatively took the tip of him into her hot mouth.
“Oh, good Lord, yes! Fuck me with your mouth, Cass. Do you know how?”
She didn’t answer, simply settled herself more directly between his thighs and slowly sucked his entire cock into her mouth.
Available Monday, January 28th, only from Siren Publishing.
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Anything After Sunday? has been nominated for a CAPA as best erotic contemporary, and myself for favorite author at The Romance Studio and Anything for Sasha is nominated for best erotica, and again I'm nominated for author, at the Preditors and Editors poll!
I'm thrilled and humbled and so excited.
Thank you to all who voted for me at Preditors and Editors, but if you haven't, you still have until the 15th! 
I laughed and I cried before I got to the end of Anything After Sunday. Once I was sniffling and my vision was blurry I still couldn’t stop reading the book but, I did make a run for tissues. Tanya ~ Joyfully Reviewed
Tears filled my eyes as I read this story and my breath caught each time something happened. Sinclair Reid ~ RRT review for In the Still of the Night
There were times I just wanted to cry for Devlin...I just expected another love story with great sex, but this was so much more. Julianne ~ Two Lips review for Body, Heart and Soul.
I truly strive to write the type of stories that make people cry and feel a range of emotions, so I am always so thrilled when I know I've accomplished that. I hope you have enjoyed the stories I wrote this year and I have to say, I hope to make a lot more people cry in 2008! ;-)