Carlos & Casey and When in Rome
By
Ember Leigh
We are touring with Books 1 and 2 of the series,
but there is also a sneak peek at book 3!!
BIO:
Ember Leigh has been writing erotic
romance novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she
currently resides in South America with her Argentinean partner, a detail she
uses to justify her Bachelor's degree in Latin American Literature. In addition
to romance novels, she also writes travel articles, maintains three blogs, and
continually attempts to complete a mildly-gripping short story. In her free
time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, travels the world, and eats lots of
vegetables.
Website: http://www.emberleighromance.com
Twitter: @EmberLeighAuth
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BLURB, CARLOS & CASEY:
Join two ex-lovers, four years after their last romp. When a work trip brings Casey back into Carlos’ territory, she knows she’d have him right there in the airport parking lot. But Carlos doesn’t seem so eager. Unsure of herself post-divorce, Casey knows only one thing: she wants this man as much as she did the last time she saw him. And she’s more than ready to relive every saucy adventure they had together. Can the sparks be salvaged, or has time left them behind?
Join two ex-lovers, four years after their last romp. When a work trip brings Casey back into Carlos’ territory, she knows she’d have him right there in the airport parking lot. But Carlos doesn’t seem so eager. Unsure of herself post-divorce, Casey knows only one thing: she wants this man as much as she did the last time she saw him. And she’s more than ready to relive every saucy adventure they had together. Can the sparks be salvaged, or has time left them behind?
BUY LINKS, CARLOS & CASEY:
CARLOS & CASEY EXCERPT:
Her breath caught as she followed him up the
staircase, tucked to the far side of the house. Carlos had always been fit
enough, but it looked like he'd taken up some new form of exercise in the past
four years. He was beefier, yet still lean. His ass moved round and tight in
front of her as they climbed the stairs. At the landing, he gestured in front
of them.
"This is my studio, but it's all yours for tonight."
It was a rec room that took up the whole second
floor, and far more standard male than the ground floor alluded to. Movie
posters, gaming systems, books scattered on floors and coffee tables, and, off
to one side, the trumpet, asleep in a bed of sheet music. In the corner there
was an overstuffed couch just about as wide as she was long – it would be great
to sleep on, even better if he could bend her over that armrest and fuck her
until dinner was ready.
She cleared her throat, deciding adult friendships
could be fun, even after four questionable years. "I thought I'd be
sharing a bed with you?" She tried to keep her tone playful as she
sauntered toward the couch. She tossed him a smile and she caught a glimpse of
him looking very stricken. Shit. Too far. Things are too different now.
Abort!
Maybe too much time had passed in general. Maybe he
was courting a girl and wanted to take it slow with her. Maybe he no longer
found her attractive, four years becoming the dagger in the heart. Maybe he'd
become celibate, or found her life too normal and boring. There was a whole
list of reasons why she shouldn't make the first move.
"I was just joking," she said after a
moment, rolling her eyes. "Come on, lighten up."
He exhaled slowly, looking down at the ground as
his tongue found the corner of his mouth. "I know it was a joke,
Case."
"In case you forgot, we used to share a
bed." She looked at him pointedly, already horrified that the words were
coming from her lips. What was she getting at? Who had authorized this
dialogue?
He squeezed his eyes shut and laughed softly.
"Oh, I remember."
--oOo--
BLURB, WHEN IN ROME:
“When in Rome, do as the Romans do”…right? Alexandra is a travel junkie and foreign air aficionado. When she finally decides to do Rome, she never thought it would involve a hot Italian, too. What’s a girl to do when a desire to see the world and instant lust collide in the middle of one of the most popular touristic destinations in the world? Just DO the Roman!
“When in Rome, do as the Romans do”…right? Alexandra is a travel junkie and foreign air aficionado. When she finally decides to do Rome, she never thought it would involve a hot Italian, too. What’s a girl to do when a desire to see the world and instant lust collide in the middle of one of the most popular touristic destinations in the world? Just DO the Roman!
BUY LINKS, WHEN IN ROME:
WHEN IN ROME EXCERPT:
He pulls me toward the inner rail, and points to
the upper rim of the Coliseum. The heat of his palm against my low back sends
shivers through me. A lip of arches is topped with a low wall, dotted with boxy
windows. In one section, the wall has crumbled away. The clear blue Roman sky
breaks through. “Now that is where, honest to God, they installed a …what do
you call it? The device to listen to conversations about the dissolution of the
Roman Empire.”
I snort. “Wiretaps in the 1500’s. I totally believe
that.”
“Hey, I’m Italian.” He flashes a cheesy grin. “You
have to believe me. It’s my country.”
“You should work as a tour guide.” I poke his
belly, pleased by the hardness beneath his thin t-shirt. “I would pay good
money to hear your bullshit.”
“Luckily, you don’t have to pay. Today. But tomorrow,
full price.”
“Oh, you’ll be here tomorrow? I could call
upon your Bullshit Guide Services again?”
He grins, dimples flashing. My knees weaken and I
want to take that grinning face into my hands and kiss him until my lips hurt.
And then he grabs my hand as we walk, and squeezes it. A gush of moisture
releases between my legs and I know this is serious. Really serious.
We watch each other as we walk. His hand is warm
and a little moist, but not the weird moist. Just-right moist. I imagine
the warmth traveling through my body like a snake, seeking out the farthest
extremities and then circling back again to settle conveniently in my vaginal
area.
About a minute later, he stops and pulls me into a
dark corner of the corridor, behind a large stone pillar. His body connects
roughly with mine as he pushes me against the wall, my chest heaving as I
appraise the situation. I am startled and insanely aroused, like a woman caught
masturbating in the shower by her sexy gardener. The parts of his body that
connect with mine are like lightning, causing hot zips of painful pleasure
right beneath the surface.
“Can I kiss you?”
I nod, and he presses his lips to mine. My eyes
flutter shut and his scent consumes me, a mixture of aftershave and heady male.
Our second kiss is deeper, and the third mind-boggling. The smooth texture of
the stone pillar is cold through my t-shirt. He cups my cheek, fingertips
connecting hot with my jawline.
We break apart. My mind is spinning like I just
took a flying leap off a bridge. Was this actually real? I swear to God, thirty
seconds ago I was just walking around the Coliseum like any regular person,
mapping my trek through the anatomical eyeball. Then, this guy comes along and
pins me to the wall and has his way with me. And I am notcomplaining.
Maybe there’s something to the idea that if you want something hard enough, it
will come. It seems that the past twelve hours imagining sex with this guy has
paid off.
He smiles, his face so close to mine that his
breath comes out hot against my cheek. It does not smell like olive oil, as I
once callously suggested all Italians might.
“That was nice,” I say.
He nods, and kisses me again. His tongue meets mine
hesitantly, and then we begin a round of sloppy, desperate kisses that could
probably qualify for the lamest of chick flicks. I moan and then quiet myself,
not wanting to tip off tourists or security guards. He tenses and breaks the
kiss, peering around the pillar at something. I shift against him, and I swear
his cock is hard as a rock against my hip. I glance down, trying to discern if
it’s that or something else, like a belt buckle.
No belt on. That’s a good sign.
--oOo--
SNEAK PEAK BOOK #3,
TURKISH DELIGHT:
Blurb:
All the
female staffers go wild for Kadir when he arrives in the USA to compete in a
reality dance competition. A Turkish soap opera star with eyes that could melt
snow, he’s got the women clawing for his attention— except Jenna. She wants no
part of the hullabaloo. Though she can’t help wondering if tasting this sexy
Turkish Delight might be worth bending the rules a little...
Excerpt:
Kadir emerged from behind the
curtain of his dressing room in a skintight black suit with a startling array
of bright blue sequins. It was like a futuristic space suit mated with the
gaudiest of show tunes. He grimaced as her gaze fell on his costume.
“I can’t wear this on stage,” he
said, sneaking a glance in the mirror. “I’ve never worn something so overtly
gay.”
Jenna bit her lip as she looked
him up and down. He was right, the costume was laughable. Though it might look
spectacular under the lights and grandeur of the stage, up close it was a
hilarious mess.
But it wasn’t all bad. Kadir was
sculpted, a fact that wouldn’t go away no matter how much she
tried to dodge the issue. And it seemed every way she turned, his biceps or an
errant brush of his hands was waiting for her, tugging at her resolve.
It didn’t help that his cock was
perfectly showcased in this get-up, caressed by the strange black satin in a
way that made it impossible to look away. She cleared her throat, working hard
to keep her face neutral and breathing even. He must be huge under there.
Probably bigger than her favorite vibrator, the one she’d been using over the
past few days as she entertained lurid fantasies about him.
“It’ll look great for the
cameras,” was all she said. And every woman in America will be dying to
put your dick in their mouths.
He watched her, a strange smile
on his face. Without a word, he kicked the door closed behind her. “Can you
help me out of it?” His dark eyes gleamed with mischief.
She jerked her head into a nod.
“Of course. That’s what I’m here for.” And if you need me to touch any
parts of your body, or use my lips in any fashion, please let me know.
He turned around. The wide
expanse of his back still commanded her attention despite the glittering array
of sequins. She reached for the zipper, tugged it down the length of his back.
It stopped just above his ass, and the unexpected glimpse of his ass crack made
her heart flutter. No underwear. None at all. His butt looked smooth,
unexpectedly white, and even more round and firm-looking from inches away than
all the distant gazing of recent times had suggested.
He faced her, grinning like a
devil. He pulled his arms out of the costume, revealing a wide, fair chest
dotted with dark hair. Her gaze followed the fabric as he removed the clothes—
two dime-sized nipples, a pleasant convergence of chest hair into a happy
trail, washboard abs.
Kadir paused when the costume was
at his hips. “I can keep going, if you’d like.”
The moment hung heavy and
confused before clarity burst through like sun after a rainstorm. “Yes.
Please.”
Is there a message in your
novel that you want readers to grasp? For this short story series, one of the
best messages (if it makes it through all the panting and huffing, that is), is
that the world is so amazing, and we should travel it as much as possible! One
of the unintended messages might be to have sex with a guy from every country
in the world, and I swear I didn’t plan that.
Was there an Author who
inspired you to write? Douglas Adams!
How did you come up with
the characters in your books? Like most writers—from observing life around me.
Sewing together pieces of personalities and people that I’ve met along the way.
In the non-literal way, of course.
What are your current
projects? I’m wrapping up edits on a novel that will release with The Wild Rose
Press later this year. I’m also working on the future installments of the short
story series. The next one, Turkish Delight, should be out later this month.
Do you see writing as a
career? Yes. At the moment, it’s a career I sometimes pay too little attention
to, and often push to the side when other life-y things happen, but at the end
of the day…still my career.
Do you ever picture
yourself and one of your heroines? If
so, which one? Not usually. There are always parts of me in my heroines (again,
the non-literal way), but some of my favorite heroines and I would straight up not get along. I’m thinking of Paige
from A New York Minute (the forthcoming novel from The Wild Rose Press); she’s
got a bitchy side that I would not be able to handle in real life.
Do you have a favorite
heroine/hero from one of your books? If so, who? Lucie and Trent are my
favorites, by far. They’re the couple featured in an NA novel I wrote earlier
this year, and they’re both 25, trendy, cute, and totally head over heels in
love. I can’t wait to share their story with the world!
What kind of research do
you do for your books? It depends on the novel. Usually just a lot of frantic
and intermittent google searching. Some of the search terms would look verrrry
suspicious if anyone were to look into it. An unpublished novel I wrote features
a baby bounty hunter, and I had to do a lot of research involving kidnapping of
babies. Note to the FBI: I don’t have kids, and don’t plan on taking anyone
else’s!
What is the hardest part
of writing your book? I am a very sporadic writer. A novel will come gushing
out of me like a geyser for the span of three weeks, in which time I very
likely will finish it…and then I will write little or nothing for the next
three months. It’s hard to be very prolific with patterns like this.
If you could say anything to your readers what would it be?
Thank you for being a reader! I am THRILLED that you have read anything I’ve
written!
Do you prefer to write alone or do you like to collaborate
with other authors? I’ve never collaborated with other professional authors,
but I’d love to give it a go. I think it might be way more productive to have
two minds working on a project!
Do you ever get writer’s block? If so, how do you get
through it? I do, and I best cope with it by pushing ahead regardless. Writing
more, even if it ends up being pure crap, is a good way to break through the
writer’s block barrier.
Do you come up with the cover or does someone else do it?
Always someone else. I love screwing around with Photoshop, but I definitely
couldn’t produce cover-grade material. I’ll keep hiring the
professionals—they’re so good at it.
If you could change anything in your writing what would that
be? Probably would change it to best-seller status. Immediately.
Everyone uses computers, tablets, phones and no one uses handwritten
form or typewriters, what do you prefer to use? My laptop, EXCLUSIVELY. I use
my iPhone and regular, old-fashioned paper and pen to jot down ideas in that
quick second before they totally evaporate back into the ether. But the days of
hand-writing my novels are loooong gone.
What do you do when you finish your book and turn it in to
the editor? Drink wine! Preferably a South American red.
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