Posts Tagged With: Whispers Publishing

Did You Say Road Trip?

*groans* Not another one. I just returned from the ATL or Atlanta, Georgia and before that Durham, North Carolina. And before that, Memphis, Tennessee and Camden, Arkansas. One thing I learned while traveling across the south, that the highways look the same after a while.

I suppose if my characters could travel to anywhere in the world, Zach would more than likely take Trisha somewhere romantic and since he loves to spoil her I see them in someplace like Madrid or Milan and of course Paris.

 

Leo would more than likely take Symmone and the kids to some sort of resort like Walt Disney World where they could spend time as a family and then steal away for a bit as a couple.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One of my favorite couples, who actually met in a tropical location, is Delia and Jace. A hottie from the pool and seduction on the high seas. I had so much fun writing about fun in the sun, well the story still holds a special place in my heart.  Right now you can get the book from the publisher at a discount.

In the mean time here’s a bit from Breaking Delia’s Rules.

She leaned back on the table as he towered over her. “Favorite flower, Delia.” Jace settled the flowers in her lap, his hand on her thigh, stroking her sun-kissed skin with his thumb.

“I…wow.” She buried her nose in the cluster of orchids and tulips.

“So, how many shots?” He held her gaze.

She lifted her chin, and he read her quiet challenge.

He chuckled. “Fair enough.” She wanted to play this game? Five shots? Five ways to arouse her, maybe even teach her a lesson. He picked up the first shot, squeezed the bottom of the paper cup until a red blot hovered above the rim. “I’ll give you one chance to back out.”

Delia lifted a perfectly arched brow. “Scared?”

He smirked and balanced the gelatin on her pouty mouth. “No, but you should be.”

Delia trembled when his tongue swept the fullness of her lips. The tremor traveled into his body and hardened his groin. He teased her, savoring the soft moan parting her lips, sharing the cherry-laced alcohol with her.

Lifting his head, he reached for the next shot. This one he placed in the hollow of her breasts, spreading gooey Jell-O along the curve of each firm globe. She gasped, arching against his mouth. He wasn’t sure who would give in first. If they weren’t in such a public place he would suck the remaining shots from her perky nipples, visible through the stretchy gold material of her bikini top.

The next shot he settled in the soft dimple of her navel. Her belly button was a temptation all in itself. She didn’t adorn it with jewelry as others did, but left the creamy expanse of skin au natural. The little dip was enough to hold the fruity goodness and a spice that was all her own. He swirled his tongue against her stomach, curling his tongue to bring the orange-flavored shot to his mouth. The muscles contracted beneath his hands as he held her in place, feathering his lips against her satiny skin, lapping his tongue until none of the stickiness remained.

He lifted his head and stared into her eyes, now dark with desire. “I have two more shots.” He ran a finger from the valley of her breasts to her navel. “Where should I put the next two?”

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Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic

 

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The Pick-Up Wife Symmone Shepard

Hi All, W. Lynn Chantale here. Greetings from Arkansas, where it’s hot as (insert your own analogy). Today I have Symmone Shepard in the 69 Shades of Smut hot seat. A couple of weeks ago I had the pleasure of interviewing your husband. BTW, the man has incredible taste in cologne.

Symmone: (laughs) Yes, he does. Leo told me what happened, it was very hard not to chuckle.

WLC: You seem very happy.

Symmone: Oh I am. Leo has changed a lot over the last several years, but for a moment there I really though he was the same.

WLC: How so?

Symmone: Leo was always ambitious and he put his career before me. So when he wandered into the cafe where I worked I knew something was up. I never dreamed he wanted a reconciliation.

WLC: I hope you didn’t make it easy for him.

Symmone: Not at all. I couldn’t just let him waltz back into my life the same way he left. I had my kids to think about.

WLC: That’s right. The twins. *flips pages* LJ and Jewel.

Symmone: *smiles* You remembered.

WLC: Of course. Your twins nearly stole the show. If you don’t mind, just a few quick questions.

Symmone: Um, if you want to know if I wear boxers or briefs that won’t work.

WLC: *chuckles* Nope, but since you brought it up, do you prefer for your man to wear boxers or briefs?

Symmone: Boxers.

WLC: Pajamas or au natural?

Symmone: *smirks* What do you think?

WLC: Favorite scent?

Symmone: Any cologne Leo wears.

WLC: Did Leo ever fix the lock on the laundry room door?

Symmone: *blushes* He told you about that?

WLC: As he left the room. Do you have a favorite toy? Besides the spin cycle on the washing machine. Smutty minds want to know?

Symmone: Well…

WLC: Do you have plans to give LJ and Jewel a little brother or sister?

Symmone: Eventually.

WLC: One last question, do you and Leo still go out and dance?

Symmone: Every chance we get. My cousin, Mel watches the kids for us when we go out. We’re determined to keep the magic alive.

WLC: Well thank you so much, Symmone for being my guest today. To read more about Symmone and Leo, check out their story in The Pick-Up Wife now available from Whispers Publishing, Amazon, or ARe.

 

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The easy jazz number flowed into something more melodic, more sensual, a bit reminiscent of Luther Vandross’s “If Only For One Night,” and she wanted to have just one night with Leo.

She lifted her head and found him staring at her. The love and sadness she read in his chocolate-brown depths lodged a lump in her throat. It was as if everything he was was laid bare in one look. But she had to know one thing.

“Was it worth it? Was ending our marriage worth your career?”

Leo stroked her cheek before he threaded his fingers through her hair. “No.”

“Then why?” Her voice broke on the question. She couldn’t stop the lone tear from sliding down her cheek.

He lowered his head until he rested his forehead against hers. “I thought it would endear me to the partners more.”

She flinched.

“I’m so sorry, Symmone.”

Nodding, she stepped away. “I should really get home.”

He grasped her hand when she would have walked away. She gazed into eyes desperate for her forgiveness.

“Just one night.”

Maybe if she wasn’t so tired she’d have resisted more, but she wanted the same thing. At her nod, he led her from the dance floor and to the elevator. Not once did he let go of her hand; whether he was afraid she would change her mind or needed the assurance she was real, she didn’t care. She needed the contact. She needed to know he wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. He led her out of the car, down the hall, to the room next to the exit sign. When he faced her, he seemed to struggle with something before he drew her close.

She flattened her hands against the hard muscles of his chest. The cotton of his shirt warm beneath her palms. She gazed into his face, found a plea for understanding. If only he knew how much she wanted to give him a second chance, to let him into her life as if nothing had happened.

Rising on tiptoe, she touched her lips to his. When his arm tightened at her waist she kissed him with a hunger at odds with her projected calm. She just wanted one night, a few stolen hours where nothing else mattered.

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Speed Date my Hero-Leo Shepard from The Pick-Up Wife

Hi All! W. Lynn Chantale here and I have Leo Shepard from The Pick-Up Wife in the hot seat here at 69 Shades. Thank you for being here.

Leo: My pleasure, Lynn Glad I could make room in my schedule.

WLC: So let’s start off with something easy. What do you do?

Leo: I’m an architect with Greene and Banks.

WLC: Nice. Do you wear boxers or briefs?

Leo: *shifts uncomfortably* I don’t see what my underwear preference has to do with anything.

WLC: Indulge the readers and me. *studies the khaki slacks a moment* Looks like boxers.

‎Leo: *sighs and shakes head*

WLC: Pajamas or au natural?

Leo: Seriously?

WLC: Well sure. There’s nothing wrong with sleeping in jams, although it does require a little more foreplay than sleeping in the nude, which I prefer.

Leo: Next question?

WLC: No? *flips through interview questions* Hmm…*eyes Leo a moment* Nope doesn’t look like a minute man. Oh! Here’s one…Nope, doubt he’ll answer about the vibrator.

Leo *clears throat*

WLC: Okay. Okay. Why did you divorce Symmone ten years ago?

Leo: Damn, maybe I should’ve answered the pajama question.

WLC: I could have one of the staff bring a glass of water if you’d like to think up a good answer?

Leo: No, not necessary. I forgot how mean you could be sometimes.

WLC: Moi? Never.

Leo: All right. Ambition. Plain and simple. Ten years ago I was a rising star in the company and I wanted to impress the partners. Since neither partner had a committed relationship, they frowned on marriage or rather believed it distracted from the work day. The biggest mistake of my life was walking out on Symmone. I’ve regretted my decision every single day.

WLC: Isn’t ambition the reason you sought her again in the first place?

Leo: Double damn.

WLC: *frowns* I hope you don’t swear this much around your children. And speaking of children. Yes, my dear Leo you have a reprieve from my previous question. How has that adjustment been to instant father?

Leo: It’s been surprisingly easy. Symmone has done a great job raising LJ and Jewel.

WLC: I see my time is running out so do you have a favorite movie?

Leo: If you’d asked that a few months ago, the answer would’ve been Inception. Now it’s Phineas and Ferb The Movie Across the 2nd Dimension. The kids just love those characters.

WLC: And finish this sentence:

When I’m in the laundry room, I…

Leo: *smirks* When I’m in the laundry room I like to put Symmone on the washer and hit the spin cycle. Which reminds me. I need to get a lock for the laundry room door. *stands and struts out the room*

WLC: Nice butt! Well Leo has left the building and I have to agree with Symmone, the man does wear some great smelling cologne. I hope you’ve enjoyed meeting Leo and please pick up a copy of his story.

See ya next time and don’t forget to Indulge Your Inner Romantic.

Here’s an excerpt from The Pick-Up Wife

If she’d known he wanted out, maybe she could’ve prepared for the breakup in some way, but being blindsided…She exhaled a stuttered breath, that’s why the divorce hurt so much. And now he wanted her back. Would he still want her when he learned about the children?

The easy jazz number flowed into something more melodic, more sensual. Reminiscent of Luther Vandross’s “If Only For One Night,” and she wanted to have just one night with Leo.

She lifted her head and found him staring at her. The love and sadness she read in his chocolate brown depths lodged a lump in her throat. It was as if everything he was laid bare in one look. But she had to know one thing.

“Was it worth it? Was ending our marriage worth your career?”

Leo stroked her cheek before he threaded his fingers through her hair. “No.”

“Then why?” Her voice broke on the question. She couldn’t stop the lone tear from sliding down her cheek.

He lowered his head until he rested his forehead against hers. “I thought it would endear me to the partners more.”

She flinched.

“I’m so sorry, Symmone.”

Nodding she stepped away. “I should really get home.”

He grasped her hand when she would have walked away. She gazed into eyes desperate for her forgiveness.

“Just one night.”

Maybe if she wasn’t so tired she’d have resisted more, but she wanted the same thing. At her nod, he led her from the dance floor and to the elevator. Not once did he let go of her hand, whether he was afraid she would change her mind or needed the assurance she was real, she didn’t care. She needed the contact. She needed to know he wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. He led her out the car, down the hall, to the room next to the exit sign. When he faced her, he seemed to struggle with something before he drew her close.

She flattened her hands against the hard muscles of his chest. The cotton of his shirt warm beneath her palms. She gazed into his face, found a plea for understanding. If only he knew how much she wanted to give him a second chance, to let him into her life as if nothing had happened.

Rising on tiptoe she touched her lips to his. When his arm tightened at her waist she kissed him with a hunger at odds with her projected calm. She just wanted one night, a few stolen hours where nothing else mattered.

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