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Her ‘A Singular Obsession’ series is a combination of romance erotica and suspense that feature intertwining characters in their own stand-alone novels. Three are completed and additional four books are planned. Follow her on twitter @lucythenovelist or http://www.facebook.com/lucythenovelist or visit www.authorlucyleroux.com.
What inspired you to write your book?
I got tired of erotica or romances that featured immature and unintelligent characters so I wrote my own! It was quickly followed by a second and a third book and now it’s a series! A Singular Obsession will feature six or seven books at completion.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Alex arrived half an hour late to his father’s house, swearing under his breath as he went up the steps. When he joined the party, it was in full swing. He swore again, not realizing how many guests his father and Mary had invited.
His gaze found Elynn instantly. She was wearing the dress, but the satisfaction he felt that she’d actually worn it faded the instant he realized how many men were looking at her. Her lovely face and petite curved figure captured every male’s attention, despite the relative modesty of her gown. What skin she was showing looked like creamy silk, and her hair gleamed blue-black under the lights.
Damn. The wolves are circling, he thought as he started to make his way through the crowd to where Elynn was smiling politely at a sandy-haired young man. To anyone else, she would have looked normal, but he could see the signs of her discomfort even from where he stood.
He was still a fair distance away when he was stopped by a hand placed on his arm. “Alex, darling, how are you?” purred a young socialite whose name he couldn’t remember.
“Fine, fine. And you…Farah?”
“It’s Fiona,” the socialite said with a little moue of irritation. But the next second she smiled and drew closer, pressing her breasts against his arm. “It’s so good that you came. We don’t see enough of you,” she said in a sultry voice, surely calculated to intrigue him.
“I’m around,” he said flatly when Elynn looked up and saw him.
She took one look at the clingy blonde and her polite smile faltered and faded away. Alex didn’t waste any more time on the grasping socialite.
“Excuse me,” he said before pulling away abruptly.
He tried to get to Elynn, but he was stopped two more times by business acquaintances. Meanwhile, his quarry shifted to another group, her tenacious admirer in tow. By the time he made his way to the other side of the ballroom, he couldn’t see her anymore. However, the sandy-haired guy was making his way out to the terrace. Angry now, Alex strode out of the ballroom after him.
“Elynn? Are you out here?” the stranger called out eagerly as Alex followed him out onto the relative privacy of the terrace.
Irritated, Alex looked behind him to make sure they weren’t being observed before he put a hand on the kid’s shoulder. “She’s not waiting for you,” he said implacably as he yanked the smaller man by the collar. “Go inside.”
“But…” the young man sputtered, struggling a little under his hold.
Alex drew himself up to his full height, which was half a foot taller than his adversary. “I said, go inside,” he repeated, giving the guy a shove toward the ballroom doors for good measure.
He didn’t bother to look behind him when the kid stumbled back indoors. Sheep usually followed his orders without question. Taking the garden steps two at a time, he started to look for Elynn in the garden.
It took him a while, but he eventually found her moving furtively back to the ballroom doors. She was still hiding; making sure her admirer wasn’t in sight before she went back in.
On silent feet, Alex snuck up behind her. He put one hand over her mouth and used his other arm to sweep her off her feet. Elynn struggled, her cry muffled by his hand.
“Shh. It’s just me,” he whispered before he carried her away, his hand still over her mouth.
He made his way to his favorite greenhouse a little distance away from the main house. Once inside, she made a distinctly frustrated ‘Alex!’ sound from behind his hand. He laughed, turning her in his arms, pressing her against him as he removed his hand and replaced it with his lips.
After a small hesitation, Elynn parted her lips for his probing tongue. She tasted of the sweet wine they were serving inside. With a groan, he stumbled to the wide, cushioned bench where he used to lie on cloudy winter days, soaking up the warmth of the greenhouse. He laid her down on it and stretched out over her, his hardness seeking her softness. Elynn gave a little gasp, but she didn’t sound as if she was afraid. And that was good, because he couldn’t stop touching her. He let his hands roam over her chest and waist.
Impatient, he tugged the skirt of the dress up and skimmed her panties down and off as he moved lower down her body. “I want to taste you. I missed your taste,” he breathed against the soft skin of her inner thighs.
Elynn gave a little moan as his tongue flicked out to touch her. The scent of her arousal filled his lungs. A little too eagerly, he took hold of her thighs and moved to guide her legs over his shoulders.
“Alex?” she asked uncertainly.
“It’s okay, baby, just let me touch you,” he said as he bent down and took her with his mouth. Her slightly salty, musky taste exploded on his tongue and he groaned. “God you taste so good,” he whispered.
Alex was on a fire. Stark hunger and need pulsed in his veins. He was so hard it almost hurt. And Elynn wasn’t freezing up on him. He desperately wanted to be inside her, but he couldn’t do that. It was too soon, and this was not the place.
In spite of the mantra he repeated in his head, he crept up Elynn’s body to her mouth, stopping to kiss and cup her breasts along the way while his restless hands continued to stroke and caress the rest of her silky skin.
And her hands were on him too, stroking his back and cupping the back of his head as he kissed her.
“Elynn, you have to stop me. Tell me to stop,” he ground out.
He hadn’t meant for this to happen. If he hadn’t seen that kid chasing after her, then his jealousy wouldn’t have been sparked, and he wouldn’t have carried her off like this.
But Elynn wasn’t listening to him. She was too far gone, her little moans and rapid breathing her only answer. Then her hands moved between them and down his body. They both froze when she reached the iron hard shaft straining toward her through the material of his pants.
Alex held his breath as he watched Elynn’s small hands trace him over the cloth. Unable to stifle a groan, he held himself still. Her fingers became determined, taking hold of his trouser front and tugging on his zipper.
They had both stopped breathing, making the sound of the far door opening and the burst of conversation that followed extremely loud. A drunken couple had come into the greenhouse, presumably to find a place to do what they were doing. Alex cursed under his breath and stood up. He grabbed Elynn by the hand and dragged her behind him out the back door into the warm summer night.
“Alex, my panties!” she hissed, trying to pull him back so she could go and get them.
He stopped short and turned to look down at her, “It’s too late. If I go back for them, they’ll see me, and then they’ll want to know who I was with.”
And it was true. He was little bit of a celebrity, even in their own circles, and this kind of gossip after years of living in relative quiet would start a feeding frenzy.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “if they find them they won’t have any idea whose they are.”
Elynn moaned with embarrassment and covered her eyes with her hand. Alex couldn’t stop himself from giving a husky laugh before he proceeded to straighten out her clothes and hair. With the handkerchief he’d had tucked into his breast pocket he wiped traces of her lip-gloss off his mouth.
He straightened his coat and tie before propelling her back to the ballroom doors. “Go make nice with the parents,” he instructed.
Elynn frowned at him, but she went.