I contracted my story, An XXXmas Carole, which will appear in Hot Ink Books, Christmas anthology, Stocking Stuffers: MILF & Cookies. It is a sexy fantasy loosely based on Dickens' Christmas Carol.
Since this was my first foray into submitting my romance/erotica, I'm pretty excited about it.
As soon as I have more details, I will be sharing them.
In the meantime I am furiously nanoing. It's a rush to see my characters take my story to new heights, or should I say depths.
Here is a Synopsis from the WIP tentatively titled Journey to UnderWorld:
When Kory enters the hot new Vegas nightspot, UnderWorld, she encounters the sexy owner and begins a journey into a life of submission and Domination where all she knows is challenged.
Deven Thanos is accustomed to getting what he wants, including revenge. He plans to seduce Kory to get revenge on her mother, but somewhere in the process, he finds himself in unfamiliar territory when his heart is at stake.
Set against the backdrop of Sin City, the modern retelling of the Persephone and Hades myth beckons one to explore a lifestyle where darkness meets light and ever changing shadows define new parameters for seduction, lust and love's possibilities.
And an EXCERPT:
“Ms. Burke, I have been looking forward to meeting you.” His lips curved, but he didn’t reveal any teeth. Almost like he wished to not reveal too much, or like he hid something. She couldn't place his accent, though she recognized an eastern European tinge.
“Thank you. Would you like me to sing on stage?”
“Why don’t we sit here?” He pulled out a plush golden chair. “Let me get to know a little about you.”
Strange. An audition her agent said the man had requested, and yet he wanted to chat? A red flag went up in her thoughts, but she lowered it. Certainly he was just being friendly. Her mother’s warnings echoed in her mind. Beware of anyone who is too friendly. Trust no men. They have nothing to offer you.
“Thank you Mr.?” She sat in the chair. Her legs sighed in relief after standing on the unaccustomed heels.
“Deven Thanos, but you may call me Deven. Tell me, how long have you been singing?”
“Only for the past year, well that’s not quite true. I’ve been singing my whole life, but only the last year have I started voice lessons. My teacher says I’ve made great progress.”
“Oh?” Again a secret smirk hovered on his full lips. “What kind of music do you prefer?”
“My tastes are eclectic.” She pressed her shoulders against the high backed chair. “I like anything from the classics, to show tunes to the top forty. What genre does The UnderWorld, prefer?”
God, she sounded so silly. She should have researched the club. Oh, no. They probably played the edgy darker music here. Did she even know any? Perspiration gathered under her arms. How stupid could she have been? Her voice didn’t have the gravelly quality so many hard rockers had.
“Our clients prefer loud. I'm not sure what they might do to the regular lounge acts of the regular casinos.”
His gaze never left her face, but the strong features surrounded by a head of shoulder length black hair held her attention. She couldn’t look away, and after a while, she wouldn’t.
“I can sing for you and you can see what you think.”
“In a moment. Let me see your hand.”
Another red flag pinged, in her head, but before she could react, he’d grasped her hand and turned it palm up. An electric shock sizzled up her arm at his touch. He flicked a glance at her face, before focusing on her palm. He studied it as if looking for answers.
She studied him.
Deven Thanos, the up and coming entrepreneurial businessman of Las Vegas' face had been splashed all over the media. Rather than the corporations that had taken over during the last decade or more, the word on the street said he had his own funds and lots of them. She guessed him to be about thirty eight or so. He’d arrived in Vegas recently from what she understood, but remained a mystery to the press and media. The only other thing she knew was what her mother said about his taste in landscaping. She narrowed her eyes. She hoped he hadn’t made the connection.
“How old are you?” His eyes didn’t leave her palm. Something in his voice set her on edge.
“I think that’s illegal of you to ask, isn’t it? I’m old enough to be here and that’s all you should be able to ask.”
“Don’t play games with me,” he said.
“I’m twenty nine.” She’d be thirty in a few weeks, September 21, but somehow twenty nine sounded like she was lying about her age, trying to be younger than her years.
“Good. I like honesty. Demand it even. Your palm told me you were twenty nine, but I needed to hear it from you. It appears something important will happen to you soon.”
She’d almost forgotten her nervousness at the audition, distracted with the impromptu palm reading. “Are you an experienced palm reader?”
He chuckled, but she discerned an undertone of seriousness in his tone. “Yes. I know how to do many things and I have diversified interests. Right now, you are my main concern.” Was that surprise in his voice?
She pulled her hand away. “Perhaps we’d better just get to my audition.”
“You are a determined woman to go after your dreams.”
With a passion for providing pleasure, Solera Winters started in customer service where she spent her days surrounded by men working on heavy machinery and she strove to ensure every customer's complete satisfaction.