I know it seems almost impossible, but I didn’t read my first romance until five years ago. Why not? I think we grow up reading what people around us read. My mother and my sister were both addicted to mysteries. I’m showing my age by telling you their favorite authors were Agatha Christie, Ellery Queen, Mary Roberts Rinehart and others like them. The closest I came to romance was Rebecca, by the much-loved Daphne du Maurier.
As I grew older, I branched out to the late, great Dell Shannon, who wrote police procedurals under three names and set the bar for all of those that came afterwards. Was their romance in her books? Sure, but only as an incidental part of the plot.
I thought mysteries were the great stuff of life. What was better than curling up in bed with a book whose outcome was always in doubt, with wonderful villains revealed at last, and the conquering hero always saving the day. Any romance was incidental.
Then I read Cry No More by Linda Howard, and for the first time romantic suspense became part of my vocabulary. This was wonderful! I could have my cake and eat it, too. Or rather, have my mystery and some very hot sex, too. I began searching for more and more books in this genre, graduating very quickly to erotic romantic suspense. A whole new world opened up to me, and I thought, Wow! This is what I want to write.
I think all authors have books under the symbolic bed (usually hidden in a computer folder) that they absolutely love and can’t quite seem to make it work. So it is for me with my latest erotic romantic suspense, Do You Trust Me. Every year I hauled it out, read it through, patched it up, then stuck it back under the bed again. I finally realized what was missing. The plot was great but the sex was…wimpy! And there’s nothing worse than wimpy sex.
So I ripped it apart and put it back together again, and voila! The book of my dreams, Here’s a taste for you.
Just released from The Wild Rose Press
A heart-stopping erotic romantic suspense
What’s it about?
A cryptic message from her brother leaves Rina Devargas with a secret and no one to trust...
Carrying the fate of a nation in a locket next to her heart, Rina's life is turned upside down as her brother’s partner, McCall, moves into her home under the guise of keeping her safe. Though she surrenders her body to his dark desires, someone betrayed John, and until McCall gives her a sign, Rina can't be certain that someone isn't him.
Assigned to protect her, Connor McCall must gain Rina's confidence the only way he knows how...Having once shared a night of forbidden pleasure, McCall reawakens her submissive appetite for dominance. However, keeping his mind on the job and his hands off Rina proves difficult--remaining aloof from his feelings for her, even more so. He’s been down that road and paid a handsome price for it—the life of a fellow agent.
With an assassination plot brewing and killers after Rina, will McCall gain her trust before it’s too late? Or will their dangerous desires ultimately destroy them all?
EXCERPT
What came next stunned her, freezing her in place. McCall put his wine glass down on the counter, reached for her and brushed his lips against hers. Just a brief contact but it seared her down to her toes. Her bones felt as if they were melting and she could have sworn the ground shifted beneath her feet.
Move, her inner voice commanded, but not one of her muscles would obey.
McCall traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, an artist’s stroke painting the surface. A tiny sound whispered from her mouth. As if it was a signal he was waiting for, he captured her in a kiss so hot it burned her lips. His hands cupped her face, holding her head in place, while he fed on her, his tongue pressing inside and tasting the texture of her flesh.
She gripped his wrists but not to pull them away. She couldn’t have broken the kiss if someone paid her to.
Time stood still while he devoured every corner of her mouth, his fingers lean and hot against her cheeks. When he lifted his head his silver eyes had darkened almost to black.
Rina felt dazed and weak.
He studied her face, his breathing uneven. “Two choices. Either tell me to leave or tell me where your bedroom is.”
She had trouble getting the words out. “Upstairs. Last door on the right.”
Pick up a copy today.
Available at http://www.amazon.com/
http://www.barnes&noble.com/
http://www.alibris.com/
http://www.books-a-million.com/
http://www.borders.com/
And please visit me at my web site http://www.desireeholt.com/
As I grew older, I branched out to the late, great Dell Shannon, who wrote police procedurals under three names and set the bar for all of those that came afterwards. Was their romance in her books? Sure, but only as an incidental part of the plot.
I thought mysteries were the great stuff of life. What was better than curling up in bed with a book whose outcome was always in doubt, with wonderful villains revealed at last, and the conquering hero always saving the day. Any romance was incidental.
Then I read Cry No More by Linda Howard, and for the first time romantic suspense became part of my vocabulary. This was wonderful! I could have my cake and eat it, too. Or rather, have my mystery and some very hot sex, too. I began searching for more and more books in this genre, graduating very quickly to erotic romantic suspense. A whole new world opened up to me, and I thought, Wow! This is what I want to write.
I think all authors have books under the symbolic bed (usually hidden in a computer folder) that they absolutely love and can’t quite seem to make it work. So it is for me with my latest erotic romantic suspense, Do You Trust Me. Every year I hauled it out, read it through, patched it up, then stuck it back under the bed again. I finally realized what was missing. The plot was great but the sex was…wimpy! And there’s nothing worse than wimpy sex.
So I ripped it apart and put it back together again, and voila! The book of my dreams, Here’s a taste for you.
Just released from The Wild Rose Press
A heart-stopping erotic romantic suspense
What’s it about?
A cryptic message from her brother leaves Rina Devargas with a secret and no one to trust...
Carrying the fate of a nation in a locket next to her heart, Rina's life is turned upside down as her brother’s partner, McCall, moves into her home under the guise of keeping her safe. Though she surrenders her body to his dark desires, someone betrayed John, and until McCall gives her a sign, Rina can't be certain that someone isn't him.
Assigned to protect her, Connor McCall must gain Rina's confidence the only way he knows how...Having once shared a night of forbidden pleasure, McCall reawakens her submissive appetite for dominance. However, keeping his mind on the job and his hands off Rina proves difficult--remaining aloof from his feelings for her, even more so. He’s been down that road and paid a handsome price for it—the life of a fellow agent.
With an assassination plot brewing and killers after Rina, will McCall gain her trust before it’s too late? Or will their dangerous desires ultimately destroy them all?
EXCERPT
What came next stunned her, freezing her in place. McCall put his wine glass down on the counter, reached for her and brushed his lips against hers. Just a brief contact but it seared her down to her toes. Her bones felt as if they were melting and she could have sworn the ground shifted beneath her feet.
Move, her inner voice commanded, but not one of her muscles would obey.
McCall traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, an artist’s stroke painting the surface. A tiny sound whispered from her mouth. As if it was a signal he was waiting for, he captured her in a kiss so hot it burned her lips. His hands cupped her face, holding her head in place, while he fed on her, his tongue pressing inside and tasting the texture of her flesh.
She gripped his wrists but not to pull them away. She couldn’t have broken the kiss if someone paid her to.
Time stood still while he devoured every corner of her mouth, his fingers lean and hot against her cheeks. When he lifted his head his silver eyes had darkened almost to black.
Rina felt dazed and weak.
He studied her face, his breathing uneven. “Two choices. Either tell me to leave or tell me where your bedroom is.”
She had trouble getting the words out. “Upstairs. Last door on the right.”
Pick up a copy today.
Available at http://www.amazon.com/
http://www.barnes&noble.com/
http://www.alibris.com/
http://www.books-a-million.com/
http://www.borders.com/
And please visit me at my web site http://www.desireeholt.com/
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