Chocolate is a Girl’s Best Friend

I know lately I’ve been offering free books like they’re going out of style, but I couldn’t resist getting my new release out there into the world with a great big giveaway! The Chocolatier, free on Amazon today through 3/2/17. This one is a super shorty, 4,000-ish words of sweet, succulent, drippy, melty chocolate. And sex, of course.

I’m fortunate to be married to a Frenchman, so we go to Paris a lot. It truly is a city like no other. One of my favorite things is going into little shops so specialized, only artisans could staff them. The Fromagier – cheese shop, stocked wth hundreds of varieties, each more pungent than te last; the Boulanger/Patissier, where your mouth will water at the sight of delectable sweets and crusty, hearty breads; the Bucher, with all kinds of fresh meats, cured sausages, and all sorts of fatty things; and the Chocolatier, a specialist of my most favorite culinary indulgence: chocolates, truffles, and candies.

Who wouldn’t want to visit the back room of a chocolate shop? Especially if the artist in question is a maestro of cocoa, cream, and erotic touches…

Please grab your free copy today! It’ll only be $0 until March 2nd, at which point you’ll have to pay up if you want a literary trip to Paris. Enjoy!chocolatier-cover-final

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A Peek Between the Sheets (of my new WIP!)

As I come down from completing my latest project, Major Arcana (free to read on Wattpad!) it’s time to get to work on something new! An idea popped into my head… the vision of a little French chocolate shop, all those mouthwatering truffles on display, and an equally delicious chocolatier behind the counter. What’s better than sex and chocolate? (The answer, of course, is nothing.) And so, I thought I’d share a few paragraphs of my work in progress.

What do you think? Does it whet your palate?

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Without a word, he walked to the door, took hold of the welcome sign, and turned it to the side that read “Fermé.” The key made a grinding noise as he turned it in the lock. Then, slowly rotating until they were face to face, he reached out his hand.

“Venez,” he said.

His hand was warm, the skin slightly rough, firm beneath her grasp as his fingers closed over hers. In an instant they were moving together, she following as he led her behind the counter, past the tempting assortment of chocolates, and through the service door. There, she found herself in a fragrant world of cocoa and milk; sugar, flour, nuts and syrups; a paradise of the senses.

With a strong motion, he swung her around until she faced him. Her hip connected with the wooden countertop, and she jumped in surprise. His hands came around her waist, steadying her, gently guiding her back until she was comfortably perched on the edge of the counter. Their eyes met again, shocking her with their sudden connection. His were dark, the color of rich coffee; no cream. She wanted to drink deep from that cup.

Reaching behind her, he grabbed something from the countertop and raised it to her lips, like an offering. Holding his eyes with her gaze, she parted her lips in an act of blind trust, and was rewarded by the smooth taste of melting chocolate. A sliver of it coated her tongue with flavor, and she moaned. Until the sound of her delight was cut off by his kiss.

His lips were hard on hers, insistent and wanting. At first his tongue stole away the chocolate, soon replacing it with his own manly flavor. She closed her eyes, letting herself swim in the heady sensations. Her taste buds scraped against his, coaxing the sweetness from his tongue as their mouths fused together in a chocolaty realm of give and take. She felt the rough texture of his beard on her cheek. Unwittingly, she brought her hands up to his chin, stroking her fingers through the short, sharp hairs. The feel of his beard beneath her fingers was piercingly erotic, sending a jolt of arousal straight to her clit.

He pulled away, his eyes molten, questioning. The answer was in her gaze, sharp with lust. No words were needed; only touch.