Virtual Book Tour Dates: 11/3/14
- 11/17/14
- 11/17/14
Genres: Contemporary
Erotic Romance
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Blurb:
Monica Waters is
a television editor living in Los Angeles reluctantly passing through
her thirties in a damaged marriage to the love of her life Alex.
They've worked hard since Alex's affair years ago to get to a place
of predictable happiness in all areas except the bedroom. She's
learned to accept the mediocre sex life in exchange for a comfortable
and stabilizing companionship to her best friend.
a television editor living in Los Angeles reluctantly passing through
her thirties in a damaged marriage to the love of her life Alex.
They've worked hard since Alex's affair years ago to get to a place
of predictable happiness in all areas except the bedroom. She's
learned to accept the mediocre sex life in exchange for a comfortable
and stabilizing companionship to her best friend.
When an artist
from New York named Quinn Matthews moves in next door, all of the
fire Monica has learned to suppress flares an obsession into a
scalding and dangerously secret relationship. Quinn invigorates her
lust for art, flesh and a life she hasn't been living and forces her
to make the most difficult decision of her life. Will she clench to
her commitment and history with Alex or be swept away by the life and
lust she used to dream of with Quinn?
from New York named Quinn Matthews moves in next door, all of the
fire Monica has learned to suppress flares an obsession into a
scalding and dangerously secret relationship. Quinn invigorates her
lust for art, flesh and a life she hasn't been living and forces her
to make the most difficult decision of her life. Will she clench to
her commitment and history with Alex or be swept away by the life and
lust she used to dream of with Quinn?
Excerpt:
A
yellow SUV in their shared driveway was blocking half of her
ivy-covered carport. Seriously?
Monica Wilson
squeezed her BMW in almost grazing her husband’s car. That
wouldn’t have gone over well. She
pried herself out, trying not to scratch her door or laptop against
the adjoining fence. Frustration with her neighbor Rebecca bubbled as
she slammed the door shut. She tried to get control of her chestnut
hair and looked over the vehicle. She would be sending her husband
Alex to complain.
yellow SUV in their shared driveway was blocking half of her
ivy-covered carport. Seriously?
Monica Wilson
squeezed her BMW in almost grazing her husband’s car. That
wouldn’t have gone over well. She
pried herself out, trying not to scratch her door or laptop against
the adjoining fence. Frustration with her neighbor Rebecca bubbled as
she slammed the door shut. She tried to get control of her chestnut
hair and looked over the vehicle. She would be sending her husband
Alex to complain.
The
SUV had New York plates, was filthy and had quite a few dings around
the bumpers. She smiled remembering the tin cans her friends drove
when she lived there. Her best friend’s car was like something out
of a demolition derby. Considering New York held some of her fondest
memories, she tried to ease up and pushed through the tall Japanese
style gate that opened to their beautiful zen inspired backyard.
SUV had New York plates, was filthy and had quite a few dings around
the bumpers. She smiled remembering the tin cans her friends drove
when she lived there. Her best friend’s car was like something out
of a demolition derby. Considering New York held some of her fondest
memories, she tried to ease up and pushed through the tall Japanese
style gate that opened to their beautiful zen inspired backyard.
That’s
when she saw him. On the wooden staircase that wound up to Rebecca’s
converted attic was a man that shifted everything into slow motion. A
man, that for a second at least, she would follow anywhere. Jeans and
a t-shirt exposed his tan muscular build. While the back of his
shaved head revealed no character, his climb was hypnotic. A
beautiful tattoo engulfing his right arm looked like branches from an
old tree. It was rooted around a box he carried with ease as she
scanned his body. There was no rational explanation for her reaction
to him. She hadn't noticed she was still holding on to the back gate
when it slipped. The slam jolted her out of the daze and he turned.
when she saw him. On the wooden staircase that wound up to Rebecca’s
converted attic was a man that shifted everything into slow motion. A
man, that for a second at least, she would follow anywhere. Jeans and
a t-shirt exposed his tan muscular build. While the back of his
shaved head revealed no character, his climb was hypnotic. A
beautiful tattoo engulfing his right arm looked like branches from an
old tree. It was rooted around a box he carried with ease as she
scanned his body. There was no rational explanation for her reaction
to him. She hadn't noticed she was still holding on to the back gate
when it slipped. The slam jolted her out of the daze and he turned.
Monica
inspected her purse and fumbled with her keys. He paused near the top
of the stairs waiting for her attention. She walked towards the back
door feeling his heavy stare entice her head up. His eyes were
crystal blue and pensive under his low-slung heavy brow. He had large
full lips, a strong jaw and a rugged nose that looked like it had
been broken a few times. Her stomach twisted as he smiled. He was
gorgeous. Flushed, she returned the smile and barreled through the
door.
inspected her purse and fumbled with her keys. He paused near the top
of the stairs waiting for her attention. She walked towards the back
door feeling his heavy stare entice her head up. His eyes were
crystal blue and pensive under his low-slung heavy brow. He had large
full lips, a strong jaw and a rugged nose that looked like it had
been broken a few times. Her stomach twisted as he smiled. He was
gorgeous. Flushed, she returned the smile and barreled through the
door.
“Who’s
the guy next door?” she hollered to Alex, dropping her stuff on the
laundry room counter. He entered, still sweaty from work and swooped
in for a quick hello kiss. He smiled as his stubble tickled her face.
Standing at six feet, he also had a shaved head and gray-blue eyes.
His thirty-four year old body hinted of the weight training that
dominated most of his twenties but had now softened with
domestication.
the guy next door?” she hollered to Alex, dropping her stuff on the
laundry room counter. He entered, still sweaty from work and swooped
in for a quick hello kiss. He smiled as his stubble tickled her face.
Standing at six feet, he also had a shaved head and gray-blue eyes.
His thirty-four year old body hinted of the weight training that
dominated most of his twenties but had now softened with
domestication.
“Oh,
you mean the Kelly Slater look alike?” he laughed, “Rebecca’s
renting out the upstairs to some artist guy. She says he’s
bi-coastal… whatever that means. I think he’s gay.”
you mean the Kelly Slater look alike?” he laughed, “Rebecca’s
renting out the upstairs to some artist guy. She says he’s
bi-coastal… whatever that means. I think he’s gay.”
“What
makes you say that?” she asked.
makes you say that?” she asked.
“Did
you see what he drives?”
you see what he drives?”
“So.”
“So?
That’s what Robin drives.” He referred to her best friend.
That’s what Robin drives.” He referred to her best friend.
“That
might be the dumbest thing you’ve ever said. What’s your deal?
Did he look at you too long or something?”
might be the dumbest thing you’ve ever said. What’s your deal?
Did he look at you too long or something?”
“Hey,
I’ve got no problem even if he is gay. He can look all he wants.
I’m just saying.” Alex flexed his arms and inspected himself.
I’ve got no problem even if he is gay. He can look all he wants.
I’m just saying.” Alex flexed his arms and inspected himself.
“Just
because Rebecca’s gay doesn’t mean everyone she’s around is
gay.” Monica’s hand reached down to pet their rambunctious
Pointer Lacey. “I just hate that she and Julie split. I miss her.”
because Rebecca’s gay doesn’t mean everyone she’s around is
gay.” Monica’s hand reached down to pet their rambunctious
Pointer Lacey. “I just hate that she and Julie split. I miss her.”
“I
know. Me too. I wish she had gotten the house, but Rebecca could
afford it.”
know. Me too. I wish she had gotten the house, but Rebecca could
afford it.”
“Then
why’s she renting out a room?”
why’s she renting out a room?”
“I
don’t know," he said rolling his eyes, "It’s not like
we have any control over our neighbors.” He leaned in for another
quick peck and shuffled towards the bathroom stripping for his shower
along the way. She watched remembering when that alone used to send
her running to him. He hopped around in just his socks and underwear
looking more child-like than sexy.
don’t know," he said rolling his eyes, "It’s not like
we have any control over our neighbors.” He leaned in for another
quick peck and shuffled towards the bathroom stripping for his shower
along the way. She watched remembering when that alone used to send
her running to him. He hopped around in just his socks and underwear
looking more child-like than sexy.
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I’m a designer, author, wife and dog-lover living in the South
Pasadena area of California. I got my BFA in Film Production from the
Academy of Art University in San Francisco, but my love of a good story
came way before college. I remember writing my first full story in fifth
grade on a typewriter. I cut and pasted it into a book, complete with
cardboard cover and taped binding. Things have changed a lot since then.
With the magnificent digital age I can produce books and give them to
the world without a sticky mess.
In college numerous instructors and peers praised my dialogue pushed
me to hone my storytelling skills. Of course the need to cut and paste
was still there, so I went into the world of Production Design and Art
Direction for films and television. It gave me the ability to connect
design to storytelling in a way that no other career can. The past 18
years have spun a unique perspective on visually emotional tales of
relationships and the thread that ties all things together. Now I’m
shifting focus on the driving force that brought me here… stories. I
hope that I can share a unique perspective on life, love and the pursuit
in all of the above.
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