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About the author:
I'm a world-wandering writer of erotica and erotic romance, drawing on my experiences and travels to write sexy stories set in locations that cover the globe! Islands is an erotic romance but other recent releases include Poolside Threesome, which is a summertime romp, and very definitely erotica! Other works include The Sin of Love (a historical erotic romance set in post WW2 London), An American Affair (an erotic memoir), a collection of my older stories (Collected Stories Volume 1), and an erotic novel (A Bit of Rough).
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to write a story set on an island in the Mediterranean – it didn't take much thinking to choose a Greek setting. I also knew I wanted to write a story with an older man in it – one who was superficially successful but was actually troubled and flawed. It was an easy decision to make him devastated by the loss of his wife – it gave me all the back story I needed. From then on, I just let the story unfold! I knew where I wanted to go, but the characters played a big role in sorting out the details of how I got there!
Here is a short sample from the book:
Callie showered beforehand, doing what she could to prepare using the limited resources she had to hand. She’d have chosen a different dress, and sexier underwear, but at short notice, the clothes she’d arrived in would have to do. Not having to choose made everything more equivocal somehow—dressing in revealing lingerie and a slinky dress would have made it feel falser, more like a transaction. As it was, she felt underprepared, but it was easier this way—going to him in her normal clothes gave her a mental escape route. Marcus was free to interpret her how he liked.
The knot was there, tight in her stomach, filling her body with a tension so overwhelming it strained every sinew of her body. She knocked on the door of Marcus’s room. Her hand shook badly, turning her gentle tap into a staccato rattle that echoed through the wooden door, sounding far louder than she’d intended. When Marcus called out, “Come in,” she pushed the door open, fighting her urge to run away. She swallowed nervously, and entered the room.
He was still dressed, sitting in a chair next to the bed. He’d obviously showered too—his hair stuck up at the front where he’d toweled it dry. Any other time she’d have fought the urge to reach out and smooth it down. Right now though, she could barely move her arms.
He sat up straighter in his chair as she entered. “Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice was gentle, still giving her the option of leaving.
She didn’t take it. Instead, she straightened her back and faced him head on. “Yes.”
Callie wasn’t sure she believed it, but she’d committed herself now. There was no backing out.
Marcus stood up and walked towards her. “How do you want this to happen?”
“I don’t know,” Callie said. “You’re the one who’s done this before.”
She tried to keep her voice neutral, but she didn’t succeed. Marcus gave her a wry smile. “It’s not something I’m an expert in, honestly.”
“I don’t care. Do whatever you want.”
Another pace brought him closer. She felt the heat of his body. The scent of the shampoo he’d used was there, and something else, a fragrance he’d applied. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but it smelt good on him. It reminded her of what it was that had attracted her to him in the first place. The tension was still there, but her body softened a little, relaxing ever so slightly.
She didn’t dare look at him. He was right next to her. His hand touched her arm, just above the wrist. The heat in his fingertips shocked her, but she responded, twisting her fingers to graze the back of his forearm. She felt it, a tingle of electricity passing between their bodies. Everything about the situation was strange, but it matched her fantasies so closely, she couldn’t help responding. His fingers moved to her face, resting on her cheek.
“Can I kiss you?”
Callie kept her face angled to one side. With a voice so quiet it was barely audible she mouthed the word, “Yes.” There was a second where neither of them spoke, then she turned her head until her lips were below Marcus’s chin. He lowered his mouth to hers.
Their lips met, joining together tentatively, both of them hesitant, scared to commit. His fingers slid up Callie’s arms until they were resting on her shoulders, drawing her to him. For a moment, she thought it wasn’t going to work, then he opened his mouth, and she did too. Their bodies melded into each other—suddenly it was a real kiss, their lips soft and searching, tongues tentative then demanding, both of them lost to everything.
It lasted until they parted, panting slightly, shy smiles acknowledging the significance of what they’d just done. Callie’s nerves were different now, a fluttering breathlessness that made her head spin. It wasn’t an ordinary sexual encounter, not even close to anything she’d done before, but the way her heart pounded in her chest was exciting, good scary not bad scary. It reminded her of the build up to her first time, how it felt knowing she was going to lose her innocence. In a way, it was the same thing.
Marcus was the first to speak. “I liked that.”
They kissed again, instinctively, without any more words being spoken. There was the slightest fumble as their lips rejoined and they shifted their bodies, both of them more impatient this time. Marcus’s fingers threaded through Callie’s hair as he slid his hand around the back of her head. She felt the strength in his touch, but it was tender too, the way his fingertips rested on her. When his lips pressed against hers she responded with a new urgency—her tongue tasting his as they danced together.
Her hands had been by her side, then resting on his hips, making contact but holding back. She’d been afraid to touch him, scared of the intimacy it implied. She wanted Marcus, she always had, but the circumstances made it harder to express her desire, not easier. Marcus thought she was doing this because of the money—she’d said she was here because of the money. To let go of her reticence would be to admit to herself the true reason she was doing this. And it would be admitting it to Marcus too. To abandon herself now was to abandon herself to Marcus, whatever the outcome. Right now, she wanted it more than anything. She wanted him more than anything. She only had to make the leap, to stop holding back.
The threshold between committed and uncommitted was a tenuous, gossamer thing, something only Callie was aware of. With her hands here, she was uncommitted, but by shifting them here, just a fraction of an inch further, she’d have crossed the border into commitment. The difference was all in her head, nowhere else. Searching for time, she let her lips move away from Marcus’s mouth and slid them along his chin, feeling the hint of stubble there, until they were nuzzling his neck.
Marcus noticed the change in Callie, and he shifted, kissing down her throat until he was at her breastbone. It was delicious, overwhelming, producing a wash of sensations—making every nerve in her body come alive. She softened and Marcus held her tighter, one hand supporting her head, the other on the small of her back. Finally she did it—her hand moved up his back, gripping his shoulder blades to hold him tightly against her body. It was a tiny thing, but it meant everything.