CONGRATULATIONS to me release day Buddy! She has a fabulous new book to share with you, so over to the sexy Scarlet Chastain.
Hello Michaela! Thank you for having me over for a visit to share my new release, I Kissed a Girl in Vegas.
A kiss
is just a kiss…but is it?
Are
there differences between kissing men vs. women? Beyond the obvious, one kiss
may give you a case of stubble burn and the other may result in a touch of
lipstick on your teeth, the answer is yes. Men and women have different
feelings about kissing and therefore have different techniques. Men generally
think of kissing on a physical level, while women are more intimate and
emotional. Many men think of kissing as
a necessary activity to get to something more (hello: sex). It’s the old first
base, second base, round to third and score mentality. Women, on the other
hand, share a kiss to enhance a relationship and build intimacy.
Which
is better? You decide. If you’re in the mood for both, check out I Kissed a
Girl in Vegas. There’s kissing in it. xoxo
Blurb:
Tessa
Walker’s business trip takes her to one of the poshest hotels on the Vegas
Strip. Nursing a break-up, she can use of weekend of fun and sun. Little does
she know, her pool cabana mate is none other than famous chef and restaurateur,
Gianna Lucini, who introduces her to the world of great food and forbidden
passion.
Life as
a jet-set chef isn’t all it’s cracked up to be for Gianna. Like her
restaurants, she insists on control in the bedroom and her tastes run anything
but plain vanilla. She’s ready to give up on love until Tessa serves up an
offer Gianna can't turn down.
Excerpt:
“Mark has another talent you’re sure to enjoy. I’m going to take
over for him so he can show you. Just keep an open mind and let yourself go,
Tessa.” Her slow words mesmerized me as her strong fingers took over and Mark
let go. Her hands were small and soft in comparison to his. Gianna’s fingers
traveled across my shoulder blades, loosening tight muscles along the way. I
grabbed the edge of the table and slid my chair back a few inches. “Relax,”
Gianna whispered. Mark moved to my side and casually leaned against the table.
He picked up my hand and rubbed small circles around the sensitive area where
my thumb met my palm.
“You
have a hard time letting go. Don’t you, Tessa?” he asked.
I took a deep breath and reached for my glass of wine, hoping it’d provide much needed
liquid courage. Mark grabbed my other hand before it could capture the wineglass.
“You
don’t need that to relax. Let me help you.” His graveled voice rumbled its way
through my body and stoked the heat settling low in my belly.
My chair suddenly moved out further and he stepped between my
knees, facing me. His gaze moved from me to above my head where Gianna stood.
She continued her ministrations on my tight muscles. Mark smiled and his gaze
moved back to me. His fingers rubbed the inside of my palm in unison with
Gianna’s hands at my shoulders. I’d never had two people touching me in this
way before. Every cell of my body stood at attention. Like the rhythm of a
gentle ocean, their hypnotic caresses washed away any lingering insecurity.
Waves of pleasure coursed through my body in the secluded room
smack in the middle of one of the busiest hotels in Vegas. I should’ve been
embarrassed by the attention. I should’ve got up and walked away. Things like
that don’t happen to me. However, my ass might as well have been crazy-glued to
the chair, because I wasn’t moving. The tablecloth brushed over my bare legs as
Mark let go of one of my hands and his fingers brushed my thigh. He lowered his
muscled body to his knees as Gianna gathered my hair into a ponytail. Her
fingers raked through my scalp while Mark’s fingers drew imaginary lines from
my knee to high on the inside of my thigh and back again. I swallowed hard as
my pulse quickened. I was sure Gianna could see how fast my heart was beating
when she pulled my hair and coaxed my face upward to meet her stare.
She smiled down at me. “I want you to clear your mind and just
enjoy the moment. Can you do that for me?”
I nodded and closed my eyes. A flash of pain gripped my scalp as
Gianna tightened her hold on my hair. My eyelids flew open and I met her
crystal-blue gaze that was the color of a Caribbean ocean.
“Be
here with me, Tessa. Don’t escape into yourself. I want your eyes on me, or
Mark. Believe me, it will make the experience incredible.”
I nodded again and she loosened the grip she had on my hair.
Mark’s tongue had replaced his fingers and he left a warm, wet trail on the
inside of my thigh. He released my other hand and both of his hands were making
their way up the tops of my thighs and under my short skirt.
Gazing at me, his eyes burned hot and he shot me a grin. “Lift up
a little, sweetheart.”
I did as he asked and my lacy underwear was quickly swept from me,
losing my shoes in the process. His palms cupped my knees, nudging them farther
apart. A wave of insecurity washed over me as his gaze shifted to my sex.
“Remember
what I said. Relax and enjoy.” Gianna’s voice filled my ear.
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About
the author:
Scarlet Chastain is the semi-secret pseudonym of a
multi-published, best selling author of sensual erotic romance. Scarlet’s focus
is female-centric sizzling stories written about women, for women.
She lives in the suburban shadows of New York City but her heart
belongs to the beaches of Key West. Scarlet can usually be found in her
favorite chair of her newly acquired writing cave.
If you ask her nicely, she will usually tell you her other pen
name. She’s sweet that way.
Find Scar here:
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