Book & Author Details:
April Snow by A.L. Goulden
(August Fog #3)
Publication date: March 24th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Romance
(August Fog #3)
Publication date: March 24th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Romance
Synopsis:
Through a provocative affair and devastating separation Monica Waters has tried to grasp her desire and love for two men. This spring, her love will be tested once more in the finale of this emotionally charged and sexually explosive series.
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24996626-april-snow?ac=1
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EXCERPT:
Friday, January 6th -
“Take off your clothes,” he says in a deep gravelly voice.
Yes Sir. She
doesn’t hesitate to lift her sweater, but clings to the ball of warmth when the
cold air scrapes her soft skin.
“All of them,” he adds.
She drops it to the floor and unbuttons her jeans, tugging
hard on their elastic grip to her legs. Her socks get sucked off with them in
the final pull. Her fingers are icy as she slides her panties to the floor. He
stands perfectly still with his hands to his sides, giving away nothing as she
unhooks the clasps on her bra. She holds the cups as cover a moment longer,
searching his stoic face before dropping it to the side. His eyes study the way
the light accents the right side of her body. She feels his gaze glide across
her flesh, leaving a burning trail behind.
“On your knees, close your eyes and don’t move.”
She does as told, deaf to anything above the sound of her
own pounding heart until the crack of his knuckle. It was the sign of his
tension building, which was the most exciting part of these games. She knows
she has just as much control over him. He steps towards her and each vibration
through the floor shoots chills up her exposed thighs.
When he doesn’t stop she turns her head slightly to follow his
spicy scent, but soon he’s ascending the stairs and gone. She hears him
continue towards their room, so she waits, eyes closed, branding every sound to
memory. An electric city bus passes, and then then a distant foghorn blows
before a Moped buzzes down the quieting street. Things stand still and she no
longer hears anything in the house.
Minutes seem like hours when you’re naked and alone in a
cold room. Still no sounds other than the occasional creak of the old Victorian
house. Monica opens her eyes and scans the darkness to orient her focus. She
looks down admiring the way the blue light highlights her nipples.
How long is he going to be? Do I really just stay here like
this? Shivering? It’s freezing in here. She
looks out as the Christmas lights still on the house across the street go
dark. Did he leave me here? Is this his punishment? Or is he testing
me? She sits back on her heels and exhales with frustration.
It’s gotta be nearly twenty minutes already. This is crazy. Just as she starts to get to her feet, she hears a
squeak a few feet behind her. Judging by his sharp look she drops back down and
faces the empty fireplace.
“I didn’t tell you to get up.”
AUTHOR BIO:
A. L. Goulden has a BFA in Film Production from the Academy of Art University in San Francisco. Her love of a good story came way before college, but when numerous instructors and peers praised her dialogue she realized her creative writing hobby was a skill worth honing. Her 18 year career in interior design, production design and art direction for film and television have spun a unique perspective on visually emotional tales of relationships and the thread that ties all things together.
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