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When Anabelle Rowley, fifty-five, takes a
two-week break at an exclusive beach-front villa, she meets a man—but not just
any man. Instead, this one ticks every box on her imaginary boyfriend list.
For fifty-two-year-old John Ethan, going on a
short vacation to recover from injury and moving to Australia comes rather
fast. Imagine his surprise when he meets a woman who arouses his every
desire.
Their holiday romance ignites fires in them
both and this is something real, something long-lasting. But when Anabelle has
to leave suddenly, neither has a way of finding the other again.
Will they ever be able to locate each other?
And if they do, then John must reveal a secret, a secret that he fears Anabelle
will never understand.
NOTE: This is told in 1st person POV from both the Hero and
Heroine.
This is an erotic
romance. There are explicit sexual descriptions and explicit language used
throughout. It may offend some readers.
STORY EXCERPT:
Somehow, I’d managed to
keep on my feet when the big wave crashed over Anabelle and me. She surfaced,
spluttering, and I held out a hand. She let me help her up and I held her hand
a little longer than necessary.
“Thank you, John.”
“You’re welcome. That was
one big wave.”
“Sure was, but it’s fun.”
She was still grinning and
I couldn’t help myself. I leaned toward her and our lips touched.
It was all I’d dreamed of
and more. It was electrifying.
Our kiss was soft, tender,
and a little unsure until I felt her press toward me. I put a hand behind her
head and deepened the kiss. Oh yeah, I
could get used to this.
We finally separated and
gazed at each other. Her eyes had dilated slightly and her lips parted as she
stared into my eyes.
“I couldn’t resist.”
“I … neither could I,
John.”
“I’d certainly like to do
it again.”
“Then maybe you should.”
We stood there, the waves
crashing around us, as I kissed her again. This time I took my time reveling in
the taste of her, mixed with the salty water. Her hands pressed against my
chest.
When we stopped, I
whispered, “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I first saw you reading.”
“You have?”
I nodded and traced her
lips. Her eyes seemed to shut of their own accord as my fingers explored her
gorgeous, full mouth. When she opened her eyes, I decided I should kiss her
again.
It was wild.
The surf pounding against
us, the sound of the ocean, and Anabelle in my arms. Another big wave hit us
and sent us both under. I grabbed her hand as we fought our way back up to the
surface.
“Sadly I have to accept
that kissing and big waves don’t mix very well.”
She gave another of her
lovely carefree laughs.
“I think you’re right. Come
on up to my place and I’ll make you a coffee or tea.”
We waded back to shore.
Anabelle picked up her towel and I realized mine was further down the beach.
“I’ll just get my towel and
then join you.”
She nodded and continued
walking back to her villa while I limped down to where I’d tossed my towel,
picked it up, and then followed her into her villa. She’d thrown her towel on
one of the outdoor chairs and was in the kitchen. I dropped my towel to join
hers after drying off and walked to where she was. She turned to face me at my
approach and it was all I could do not to grab her and kiss her again. Her face
showed a little nervousness and I smiled.
“Coffee or tea?”
“Still an Englishman, it’s
tea for me.”
“Do you want to try the
Chinese White?”
“I’m sorry, I only drink
black tea.”
She gave a giggle. “So do
I. Chinese White is black tea, if that makes sense. It’s only the tiny top buds
of the bush. Then after they’re picked they are left to dry naturally without
any further processing. It’s a very delicate, smooth, and sweet-tasting tea, I
love it.”
“In that case, I’d better
try it.”
She nodded and set to
making two mugs of tea. I sat down on one of the stools at the bench and
studied her. I decided then and there that I’d never tire of watching her. She
was so gorgeous. Those luscious curves of hers beckoned me non-stop and I
thought I’d been semi-erect since I first saw her. She finished and put a mug
in front of me, then another alongside it and came to sit on the stool next to
me.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
I took a sip of the tea and
let it roll around my tongue. The taste surprised me, very light but fruity.
Anabelle was right. It was very smooth with no bitter aftertaste that I sometimes
got with black tea. She grinned at me and raised her eyebrows.
“It’s lovely. I think I may
have to convert.”
“It’s delicious, isn’t it?”
We savored our tea in
silence, except for the roar of the waves and the sound of the wind that was
getting stronger as it blew through the trees. I wanted to learn all about this
lovely woman, but what I actually wanted to do was kiss her again. I noticed
her give a shiver.
“Cold?”
“A little.”
I stood and moved behind
her, rubbing my hands up and down her arms.
“Maybe you should change
into something warmer than this damp suit.”
© Suzy Shearer 2018
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BIO:
In 2017 Suzy was nominated for the Best Established Author in the Australian Romance Today Readers’ Choice Award. She made it through all the rounds to reach the finals. She came 8th in that final round against some extremely talented and well-known Australian Romance Authors.
A Buddhist, Suzy is single
and lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney, Australia with one very spoilt
dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company.
Her books always feature older
heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually
confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's
important for readers to connect. When she discovered many romance
books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes
in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always
wiser. As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her
characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well.
Suzy also wants her readers to
understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't
intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to
experiment. Sexy isn't just for the under 30s.
When
Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished
watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes
and landscapes.
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2018 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
