Thursday 5 December 2013

Spotlight: Summer of Surrender by Zara Stoneley

SUMMER OF SURRENDER an erotic romance by Zara Stoneley. Published by HarperImpulse a division of Harper Collins Publisher.

Sex is the only thing they have in common. Total surrender the name of the game.

James had it all. Good education. City job and a wife he would have been willing to die for. Their motto had been work hard, play hard, but she’d pushed the boundaries too far and he’d walked. Became the man he felt he needed to be. Detached. In control.

Free spirit Kezia lives each day at a time; sharing, loving and giving are unconditional. And sex is part of the sharing.

When fate leaves James and Kezia trapped together for the summer, her openness is an invitation he just can’t resist. The attraction is instant, the sex all-consuming. And as their fantasies become reality, James begins to realise that willing surrender is a far different pleasure to forced submission… 


EXCERPT 

He bent his head and kissed her. Just one light kiss on those cute rosebud lips, and it drenched his senses with her smell and her need. He didn’t mean to do it. He shouldn’t have done it. But there was something in her, and James didn’t know what the hell it was, but it had just dragged him right in where he didn’t want to go.
He’d not had a sweet kiss for a long time. Not since Chloe had gone. And he hadn’t intended on doing it again.
She eased her grip on the fork just like he knew she would, half turned in his arms, stared at him with need, and moved her hands up to his chest.
Fuck. He let go of the pitchfork like it was molten metal and took a step back. Why the hell had he done that? He hadn’t exactly banned kisses from his life, when he moved out here, but he’d firmly limited them. The platonic kiss on the cheek and the passionate kiss during sex. He liked the taste of a woman just before she came, her kiss told him far more than her words ever did.
This was neither.
She was still in the same spot, swaying slightly, a quizzical expression on the face that had been clear.
‘That didn’t happen. I’ll get another fork.’
‘Sure.’ Her tone was light, but more confused than hurt.
There was a fork across the yard, but he didn’t pick it up. He gritted his teeth and walked to the bottom of the row of stables, took a breath and wondered why the hell he had a raging hard on and why the hell he’d let himself touch her. More than that, kiss her.
It was that look of innocence probably, a look he found hard to resist. She was a mixture of tease and doubt, of the unconventional and a need to fit the norm. But he wasn’t here to reassure her, to teach her. He picked up the heaviest pitchfork he could see and strode back, wielding it like a weapon. A harder workout might help. This girl was not staying round, she was going before they’d got to the end of the day if he had anything to do with it. 

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AUTHOR BIO
I’ve been writing stories for just about as long as I’ve been reading them – it’s rumoured that I’m related to Elizabeth Gaskell, so maybe it’s in the genes!

I live in a country cottage in the UK with a naughty mouse catching, curtain climbing cat, my wonderful guitar playing, video making, Minecraft mad teenage son and a wine drinking, sun loving, master chef in the making, sexy alpha hero.

I love my family, sexy high heels, sunshine, wine, good food, cats, horses, dogs, music, coffee, writing and reading - but not necessarily in that order! And I like my heroes just how I like my coffee – hot, strong and moreish.

You can find more about me, and all my contact details at www.zarastoneley.com. Please stop by – I love to meet new people.

WHERE TO FIND ZARA -
Twitter - @zarastoneley (https://twitter.com/ZaraStoneley)
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