Sizzling Summer Nights Blog Tour
Sinful Rewards, my 12 novella scorching hot contemporary erotic romance serial, is set in Chicago in the middle of summer. The temperatures are hot and so are the men.
Bee, the heroine, is torn between a handsome billionaire with a dark secret (and an adorable sweet tooth) and a tattooed bad boy biker. With every passing day, passions escalate and her decision becomes more and more difficult.
Here is a short sizzling excerpt.
I allow my gaze to travel up the stranger’s body, over his thighs, groin, stomach, chest. A thick scar slashes through his right nipple and four letters are tattooed over his left pec – USMC – United States Marine Corps. He’s a military man, trained to protect, to kill. This should dampen my unseemly fascination with him.
I want him even more.
A larger tattoo stretches over his collarbone, the design depicting a sun framed by a pair of wings, the ink black and gray and achingly beautiful. The feathers are finely detailed, the softness appearing out of place on such a hard body.
The stranger’s spine is straight, his shoulders squared and his arms raised. A third tattoo encircles one huge bicep, the barbed wire in black ink serving as a warning. Danger. Do not enter. A wise woman would heed this sign.
I should heed this sign. I should look away. I can’t, my gaze drawn to him. The man’s chin is square, brown stubble shadowing his golden skin. His nose is flattened, his nostrils are flared, his—
I step backward, my heart pounding. No, my luck can’t be that bad. I look into the telescope once more. It is that bad. Military-style binoculars cover the man’s eyes. These lenses are pointed directly at me.
He’s watching me. I move away from the window, retreating into the shadows. He saw me looking at him. He knows. Heat rushes over me, making the world spin. This stranger knows I’m a pervert. He knows I’m not the good girl I’ve allowed others to believe. If he tells Cyndi, Mr. Wynters, anyone…
I hold my breath, count to five, and release it, repeating the action until the fog surrounding me dissipates and my rational thought returns. He won’t tell anyone and if he does, who will believe him? He’s standing on his balcony naked. This fact alone disqualifies him as a credible source.
Not that gossip ever originates from credible sources. I twist my lips, disgusted with myself for making this error. This is why I shouldn’t take risks. I take one look through the telescope and I get caught. My mom has one wild night with a bad boy and she conceives me.
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Sinful Rewards 1
Cynthia Sax
Belinda “Bee” Carter is a good girl; at least, that’s what she tells herself. And a good girl deserves a nice guy—just like the gorgeous and moody billionaire Nicolas Rainer. He is everything she wants in a man.
Or so she thinks, until she takes a look through her telescope and sees a naked, tattooed man on the balcony across the courtyard. Hawke is mysterious, the bad boy she knows will bring only heartbreak. He has been watching her, and that makes him all the more enticing.
But when a mysterious and anonymous text message dares her to do something bad, she must decide if she is really the good girl she has always claimed to be, or if she’s willing to risk everything for her secret fantasy of being watched.
Is her mystery man the reclusive billionaire with a wild side or the darkly dangerous bad boy?
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How To Feed A Romance Hero – Pizza
Sinful Rewards is set in Chicago and we can’t talk about Chicago without talking about deep dish pizza. My favorite pizza place in Chicago is Lou Malnati’s, my favorite pie being sausage with butter crust.
So I asked a pizza expert which Lou Malnati’s pie she’d recommend for four different romance heroes. (this expert preferred not to be named)
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(think Nicolas from Sinful Rewards)
This billionaire hero wears expensive dark suits, white shirts, silk ties. He travels in a limousine, eats at the best restaurants, is seen at Chicago high society events. He has a private jet and divides his time between Chicago, New York and LA.
Pizza Recommended : Deluxe (a little bit of everything)
Why you’d recommend this pizza: The Deluxe is the heartiest (and most expensive) of pizzas because it is loaded with toppings.
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This hero dresses in leather and denim, has tattoos and rides a Harley. He thumbs his nose at the rules. He rarely dons a suit but when he does, it certainly isn’t traditional. He will do anything once and thinks the guys on Duck Dynasty are wimps.
Pizza Recommended : Deep Dish Sausage with giardiniera
Why you’d recommend this pizza: This is not a pizza for wimps! Our unique sausage blend is bursting with flavor, but giardiniera kicks things up a notch.
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(think Hawke from Sinful Rewards)
He’s proudly patriotic, willing to die for his country. He supports the All American dream, was likely the quarterback of his high school football team, likes apple pie and his mom. He calls the people he respects Sir or Ma’am, is very clean, organized, and always on time.
Pizza Recommended : The Classic
Why you’d recommend this pizza: The Classic is the most popular pizza sold at Lou Malnati’s. While pepperoni may be the most popular topping elsewhere, in Chicago sausage is the traditional go-to topping.
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(think Cole from Sinful Rewards)
He’s always in the spotlight, wears the latest trends, is seen in the latest social hot spots. He’s concerned about how he’s depicted and is constantly on for the cameras. His clothes, cars, attitude all scream ‘look at me.’
Pizza Recommended : The Lou. (one of the signature pies)
Why you’d recommend this pizza: The Lou is a special pizza, it has to be to bear the name! It was Lou’s signature pizza.
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Thank you, mysterious pizza expert, for sharing your expertise with us today!
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Sinful Rewards 1
Cynthia Sax
Belinda “Bee” Carter is a good girl; at least, that’s what she tells herself. And a good girl deserves a nice guy—just like the gorgeous and moody billionaire Nicolas Rainer. He is everything she wants in a man.
Or so she thinks, until she takes a look through her telescope and sees a naked, tattooed man on the balcony across the courtyard. Hawke is mysterious, the bad boy she knows will bring only heartbreak. He has been watching her, and that makes him all the more enticing.
But when a mysterious and anonymous text message dares her to do something bad, she must decide if she is really the good girl she has always claimed to be, or if she’s willing to risk everything for her secret fantasy of being watched.
Is her mystery man the reclusive billionaire with a wild side or the darkly dangerous bad boy?
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How To Dress Like A Romance Hero – Cuff Links
I LOVE cuff links. My dear wonderful hubby has a huge collection. He uses them to add some personality to his classic business suits. Cuff links reveal so much about a man.
Eugene “Gene” Klompus from Just Cuff Links ( http://www.justcufflinks.com/ ) has more than 25 years experience in the cuff link business. He’s helped many, many men and women with their cuff link selections.
I asked Gene to recommend the perfect cuff links for four different romance heroes.
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(think Nicolas from Sinful Rewards)
This billionaire hero wears expensive dark suits, white shirts, silk ties. He travels in a limousine, eats at the best restaurants, is seen at Chicago high society events. He has a private jet and divides his time between Chicago, New York and LA.
Gene – This is an 18KT gold and sterling silver pair with a faceted and genuine Lapis center stone.
Our website’s item number is: EX-CL-47D.
I chose this pair because of its simplicity of design, and obvious good taste appearance. This pair matches the Sophisticated Executive’s conservative taste and follows his appreciation for quality.
Cynthia: Nicolas, the billionaire hero from Sinful Rewards, would definitely want this pair. I’m drooling over these.
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This hero dresses in leather and denim, has tattoos and rides a Harley. He thumbs his nose at the rules. He rarely dons a suit but when he does, it certainly isn’t traditional. He will do anything once and thinks the guys on Duck Dynasty are wimps.
Gene – This is a nicely enameled and classic pair of cuff links depicting a skull and crossbones.
Our website’s item number is: SK-CL-Cufflink.
I chose this pair because it matches the macho mindset of this biker. And, I know from experience that it is a favorite pair among bikers
Cynthia: I can see every biker at The Road Gator (the biker bar in Sinful Rewards) wanting a pair of these cuff links!
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(think Hawke from Sinful Rewards)
He’s proudly patriotic, willing to die for his country. He supports the All American dream, was likely the quarterback of his high school football team, likes apple pie and his mom. He calls the people he respects Sir or Ma’am, is very clean, organized, and always on time.
Gene – Red, white and Blue “waving flag” in a gold setting.
Our website’s item number is: FL-JJ-3572.
I chose this pair because The Marine is highly patriotic. He would be very proud to wear this pair!
Cynthia: These would be the only cuff links Hawke would wear. These are a must for every proud American!
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(think Cole from Sinful Rewards)
He’s always in the spotlight, wears the latest trends, is seen in the latest social hot spots. He’s concerned about how he’s depicted and is constantly on for the cameras. His clothes, cars, attitude all scream ‘look at me.’
Gene – This is a highly sparkling pair of Cherry Red Swarovski crystal cuff links with a clear crystal surround.
Our website’s item number is; MIS-AU-SW27
I chose this pair because of The Movie Star’s strong desire to be noticed. This pair has great “bling” and he would love the attention it commands.
Cynthia: Not only would these cuff links appeal to Cole, but they would appeal to color loving Cyndi also. If they ever met, she’d happily buy him a pair!
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Thank you, Gene, for sharing your expertise with us today!
For fellow cuff link lovers, Just Cuff Links has the largest selection of antique and vintage cuff links on the net. Be careful though. If you’re an addict like I am, you’ll have a wish list several pages long!
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Sinful Rewards 1
Cynthia Sax
Belinda “Bee” Carter is a good girl; at least, that’s what she tells herself. And a good girl deserves a nice guy—just like the gorgeous and moody billionaire Nicolas Rainer. He is everything she wants in a man.
Or so she thinks, until she takes a look through her telescope and sees a naked, tattooed man on the balcony across the courtyard. Hawke is mysterious, the bad boy she knows will bring only heartbreak. He has been watching her, and that makes him all the more enticing.
But when a mysterious and anonymous text message dares her to do something bad, she must decide if she is really the good girl she has always claimed to be, or if she’s willing to risk everything for her secret fantasy of being watched.
Is her mystery man the reclusive billionaire with a wild side or the darkly dangerous bad boy?
Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sinful-Rewards-1-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B00I7V89H0
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Sinful Rewards 1 – Fourth Excerpt
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I’ve shared the first three scenes from Sinful Rewards 1.
Today, I’m sharing the fourth scene.
I hastily don my purse, wearing the strap across my body. Leather smacks against my thigh, the fashion accessory designed for tall supermodels, not for my slighter proportions. If I leave the condo now, I can pretend I was never here.
I march out of the unit and into the hallway. The door closes behind me and the state-of-the-art lock buzzes, electronically clicking into place. My heels sink into rich red carpet. Gold light fixtures illuminate the common areas. Vanilla fills the air, the scent appealingly light. I’m surrounded by opulence and beauty. It feels good and right, as though I belong here, and no one, certainly not some tattooed stranger, will take my new home away from me.
I press the button for the elevator and study my reflection in the metal doors. My shirt is an impeccable white, the cuffs neatly folded at my elbows, the style copied from one of this month’s fashion magazines. The designer shirts in that spread had been expensive silk. My shirt is cotton, purchased at a discount department store. I’ve raised the hem of my black formfitting skirt so it skims my bare knees. My shoes match my skirt, the Louboutin knockoffs sporting the distinct shiny red-lacquered soles, the heel height and toe shape perfectly duplicated.
I brush a stray strand of hair behind my right ear. Even my hairstyle is borrowed from the pages of a magazine, my straight brown tendrils swept upward and contained by a plain clip. I might not be able to afford the real designs, but I can look damn close.
The doors open. Lona LaMarre, the notorious occupant of five oh one south, stands in one corner of the elevator. I hesitate, silently questioning if sharing space with her is wise. The aging beauty is rumored to be a high-class escort, a character no decent woman would ever associate with, a woman who makes my perversions appear normal.
She’s profited well from her perversions. Lona is clad in a gorgeous black Chanel suit, the detailing on the buttons and collar exquisite. She clutches a gold phone in one hand and a red Alexander McQueen bag in the other, the leather in mint condition.
Her flawless fashion sense lures me closer. I step inside the elevator car and press the button for the lobby.
The doors close and Lona raises her gaze from her phone. Her blue eyes are cold and assessing, not missing a single aspect of my appearance. I shift my weight from my right foot to my left, uncomfortable with her perusal, suspecting she’s determining my net worth down to the penny.
My measly net worth must amuse her. Lona’s lips twitch, her peach-colored lipstick immaculate. “Good morning, Belinda.” Her voice is husky, hinting of smoke and sex. Her floral perfume teases my nostrils, the scent expensive and refined.
Lona would never wear fake anything.
“Good morning,” I mutter as I claim the far corner. Our images reflect in the mirrored walls, and I wince. Standing next to her, I resemble a girl playing dress-up, short, slender, and insignificant, a cheap imitation of the real thing.
Even my good-girl reputation is a lie, as the tattooed man uncovered this morning. I gaze morosely at the red digital numbers, willing them to change faster. My telekinetic abilities are weak. The elevator descends agonizingly slowly.
“Your purse won’t last the day,” the escort murmurs, breaking the silence. “You should replace it before it falls apart.”
“It’s not that easy.” Her assumption that everyone has money irritates me. This week’s paycheck is already spent, the money needed to pay my mom’s rent.
“It could be that easy.” Lona smiles, her teeth straight and white and perfect. “You’re a beautiful young woman.”
I’m beautiful? I snort softly. Is she looking at the same reflection as I am?
“I have principles.” I want security and safety, a man who won’t leave me as my dad left my mom.
“Principles don’t buy designer purses or pay the rent, hon.” Lona’s brilliant eyes flash. “What happens when your bubbly little friend finds a man and settles down? She’ll want the condo to herself. What will you do then? Go back to that sleepy little one-stoplight town, work at the diner with your mom, taking orders from snotty teenage girls? Will you be content with that life?”
I jerk my chin upward and meet her gaze. “How do you know where I grew up?” How does she know about my mom, about the diner, about the teenage girls who made my high school days a living hell, forcing my mom to wait on them, to pander to their every need?
“Oh, baby.” Lona chuckles. “My sources might have given me the details, but I knew who you were the day you moved into the building.”
Don’t ask. Don’t ask. Don’t ask. I curl my fingers around the strap of my purse and dig my fingernails into the faux leather. Shit. This sensory distraction isn’t enough. I need to know. “Who am I?”
“You’re me, twenty-seven years ago,” Lona informs me triumphantly.
“I’m not you. I’ll never be you.” I’ll resist my unnatural urges, hide my perversions. No one will ever know. . .except for the tattooed stranger.
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Sinful Rewards 1
Cynthia Sax
Belinda “Bee” Carter is a good girl; at least, that’s what she tells herself. And a good girl deserves a nice guy—just like the gorgeous and moody billionaire Nicolas Rainer. He is everything she wants in a man.
Or so she thinks, until she takes a look through her telescope and sees a naked, tattooed man on the balcony across the courtyard. Hawke is mysterious, the bad boy she knows will bring only heartbreak. He has been watching her, and that makes him all the more enticing.
But when a mysterious and anonymous text message dares her to do something bad, she must decide if she is really the good girl she has always claimed to be, or if she’s willing to risk everything for her secret fantasy of being watched.
Is her mystery man the reclusive billionaire with a wild side or the darkly dangerous bad boy?
Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sinful-Rewards-1-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B00I7V89H0
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Fireworks In Chicago
Since today is July 4th, a celebration in the US, and Tuesday was Canada Day, I thought I’d share some of my fireworks photos from one of my July 4ths spent in Chicago.
(You can click on the photos to enlarge them.)
We stood near Buckingham Fountain, yes, the same fountain featured in Married With Children. There were SO many people.
Unfortunately, there were also lights and bit of rain.
The dear wonderful hubby and I had a wonderful time though. As my grandma used to say “I’m not made of sugar. I won’t melt.” And I didn’t (grins).
Bee, Nicolas and Hawke from Sinful Rewards will, of course, be spending July 4th in Chicago. Hawke will be watching the fireworks from his balcony. Our bad boy doesn’t intend to wear clothes. Nicolas will be sitting in his tiny park, a phone pressed against one ear. Bee and her best friend Cyndi will be taking turns using the new telescope Cyndi purchased. Cyndi has stocked up on jellybeans from her family’s plant. Bee will make some snacks.
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Sinful Rewards 1
Cynthia Sax
Belinda “Bee” Carter is a good girl; at least, that’s what she tells herself. And a good girl deserves a nice guy—just like the gorgeous and moody billionaire Nicolas Rainer. He is everything she wants in a man.
Or so she thinks, until she takes a look through her telescope and sees a naked, tattooed man on the balcony across the courtyard. Hawke is mysterious, the bad boy she knows will bring only heartbreak. He has been watching her, and that makes him all the more enticing.
But when a mysterious and anonymous text message dares her to do something bad, she must decide if she is really the good girl she has always claimed to be, or if she’s willing to risk everything for her secret fantasy of being watched.
Is her mystery man the reclusive billionaire with a wild side or the darkly dangerous bad boy?
Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sinful-Rewards-1-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B00I7V89H0
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The Freedom Hop – Sinful Rewards
I’m participating in The Freedom Hop today, hosted by http://romancebeckons.blogspot.ca/p/blog-hops-events.html#.U5j2mXZZTsk
Hawke, one of the heroes in Sinful Rewards, is a former Marine. Some readers have asked me why I call him a former Marine and not a Marine or an ex-Marine.
Former Marine does sound awkward but it is the correct term. There are no ex-Marines. Once a Marine, always a Marine. If Hawke had been on active duty, I would have described him as a Marine. Because he’s no longer on active duty, he’s called a former Marine.
There are plenty of people in Romanceland writing about Marine heroes on active duty. I found it more fascinating to explore what Marines and other military men might do with their specialized skills once they returned home.
Hawke, having been trained in intelligence, works security, protecting the wealthy. All of the people in the Organization, the mysterious company he’s affiliated with, are former military personnel. These every day heroes are continuing to do what they did in the military. They’re safeguarding others.
Have you served or do you have loved ones who have served? One commenter will win her or his choice of any eBook from my backlist (excluding collections).
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Sinful Rewards 1
Cynthia Sax
Belinda “Bee” Carter is a good girl; at least, that’s what she tells herself. And a good girl deserves a nice guy—just like the gorgeous and moody billionaire Nicolas Rainer. He is everything she wants in a man.
Or so she thinks, until she takes a look through her telescope and sees a naked, tattooed man on the balcony across the courtyard. Hawke is mysterious, the bad boy she knows will bring only heartbreak. He has been watching her, and that makes him all the more enticing.
But when a mysterious and anonymous text message dares her to do something bad, she must decide if she is really the good girl she has always claimed to be, or if she’s willing to risk everything for her secret fantasy of being watched.
Is her mystery man the reclusive billionaire with a wild side or the darkly dangerous bad boy?
Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sinful-Rewards-1-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B00I7V89H0
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Google: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Cynthia_Sax_Sinful_Rewards_1?id=g08ZAwAAQBAJ
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Here are a list of writers also participating in The Freedom Hop!
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Sinful Rewards 1 – Third Excerpt
This post has adult content. If you are under the age of eighteen years old or sensitive to adult language/situations, please do not read this post.
I’ve shared the first two scenes from Sinful Rewards 1.
Today, I’m sharing the third scene.
I gaze through the eyepiece. The view consists of rippling golden planes, almost like. . .
Tanned skin pulled over defined abs.
I blink. It can’t be. I take another look. A perfect pearl of perspiration clings to a puckered scar. The drop elongates more and more, stretching, snapping. It trickles downward, navigating the swells and valleys of a man’s honed torso.
No. I straighten. This is wrong. I shouldn’t watch our sexy neighbor as he stands on his balcony. If anyone catches me. . .
I glance behind me. There’s no one here to catch me. Cyndi won’t know I looked. The hunk in three eleven north won’t know I looked. I’m not harming anyone.
I bend over and take another peek.
The sunlight casts interesting shadows across his stomach, accentuating the ridges of muscle, the dip of his navel. I dart my tongue over my suddenly dry lips. His skin is marred with silver scars, some round, some slashes, this proof of hard living, of survival, arousing me, tightening my nipples and moistening my pussy.
I shouldn’t lust after him. He’s the wrong kind of man, the leaving kind, too virile and feral to stay in one place for long. I can tell this from his stance, from his brazen exhibitionism. He wants me to look at him, to care for him. I tilt the telescope downward. His hips are slim. More scars are etched along the bones. Fine brown hair trails from his navel to. . .
My mouth drops open. He’s completely naked. And he’s erect. The biggest, thickest cock I’ve ever seen juts from brown curls. I adjust the zoom. A dab of precum glistens on his tip. Veins lift on his shaft. His balls hug his base.
He’s proud and strong and defiantly free, everything I’ve ever secretly yearned to be, the type of man the women in my family have always been attracted to, the type of man I should never have. I want him, need him, my body shaking with desire.
I can’t have him. I won’t make my mom’s mistakes, won’t settle for less than forever. My resolve doesn’t stop me from looking, from perusing him slowly, thoroughly, memorizing every inch of his glorious form, committing his fit physique to memory. I lower the telescope. His muscles are defined, his knees striped with silver and his feet braced apart as though he is preparing for an attack.
I’ll dream of his legs between my thighs, of his hips slamming against mine, his massive cock filling me, stretching me to the point of pain. He’ll drive into me hard and fast, and I’ll grip his back, digging my fingernails into his skin, holding on with everything I have as he ravishes me.
I tremble, my arousal uncomfortable and unnerving. I’ve seen naked men. I’m not a virgin. But I’ve never had such an instant reaction to a man, not even to Nicolas.
Because I haven’t seen Nicolas naked. Ignoring my feelings of guilt, of disloyalty, I allow my gaze to travel up the stranger’s body, over his thighs, groin, stomach, chest. A thick scar slashes through his right nipple and four letters are tattooed over his left pec—USMC—United States Marine Corps. He’s a military man, trained to protect, to kill. This should dampen my unseemly fascination with him.
I want him even more.
A larger tattoo stretches over his collarbone, the design depicting a sun framed by a pair of wings, the ink black and gray and achingly beautiful. The feathers are finely detailed, the softness appearing out of place on such a hard body.
The stranger’s spine is straight, his shoulders squared and his arms raised. A third tattoo encircles one huge bicep, the barbed wire in black ink serving as a warning. Danger. Do not enter. A wise woman would heed this sign.
I should heed this sign. I should look away. I can’t; my gaze is drawn to him. The man’s chin is square, brown stubble shadowing his golden skin. His nose is flattened, his nostrils are flared, his—
I step backward, my heart pounding. No, my luck can’t be that bad. I look into the telescope once more. It is that bad. Military-style binoculars cover the man’s eyes. These lenses are pointed directly at me.
He’s watching me. I move away from the window, retreating into the shadows. He saw me looking at him. He knows. Heat rushes over me, making the world spin. This stranger knows I’m a pervert. He knows I’m not the good girl I’ve allowed others to believe. If he tells Cyndi, Mr. Wynters, anyone. . .
I hold my breath, count to five, and release it, repeating the action until the fog surrounding me dissipates and my rational thought returns. He won’t tell anyone, and if he does, who will believe him? He’s standing on his balcony naked. This fact alone disqualifies him as a credible source.
Not that gossip ever originates from credible sources. I twist my lips, disgusted with myself for making this error. This is why I shouldn’t take risks. I take one look through the telescope and I get caught. My mom has one wild night with a bad boy and she conceives me.
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Sinful Rewards 1
Cynthia Sax
Belinda “Bee” Carter is a good girl; at least, that’s what she tells herself. And a good girl deserves a nice guy—just like the gorgeous and moody billionaire Nicolas Rainer. He is everything she wants in a man.
Or so she thinks, until she takes a look through her telescope and sees a naked, tattooed man on the balcony across the courtyard. Hawke is mysterious, the bad boy she knows will bring only heartbreak. He has been watching her, and that makes him all the more enticing.
But when a mysterious and anonymous text message dares her to do something bad, she must decide if she is really the good girl she has always claimed to be, or if she’s willing to risk everything for her secret fantasy of being watched.
Is her mystery man the reclusive billionaire with a wild side or the darkly dangerous bad boy?
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Can A Bike Be Pretty?
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Many biker heroes in Romanceland tend to ride a bike that looks like this black bike I spotted at a show.
Often this bike is a Harley. It’s normally new and rarely modified.
This isn’t the type of bike Hawke, the hero in Sinful Rewards, rides. He’s a one of a kind guy and he rides a one of a kind bike. He’s also big and tough and he doesn’t have to prove his manliness by riding a black bike.
He can ride a pretty bike, as Bee, our heroine, describes Hawke’s chopper in this scene.
I stand on the sidewalk and watch as the limo is sucked into the constant stream of traffic. Does he realize I’m gone? I scowl.
“Do you want me to have him killed?” a man rumbles.
I squeak, startled, and I pivot on my high heels. A man in a black leather jacket and faded blue jeans sits on the shiniest, prettiest motorcycle I’ve ever seen. Silver talons grab the metal axles. Finely drawn birds decorate the blue gas tank.
Can a bike be described as pretty?
I wouldn’t recommend calling a bike pretty to the rider’s weathered face (grins). But yes, bikes can be pretty, especially choppers. According to Wikipedia, a “chopper is a type of motorcycle that is either modified from an original motorcycle design (“chopped”) or built from scratch to have a unique hand-crafted appearance.”
One of the prettiest choppers I’ve ever seen is the Sirens Of TI bike customized by Metropolitan Choppers. It is a work of art. Every inch of this bike is lovingly crafted. It is as designer as the purses Bee loves.
The Azure, crafted by Orange County Choppers, has details like shell-shaped mirrors and one-of-a-kind etchings.
Then there’s the fish bike. (grins). This crazy bike designed for Bass Pro Shops combines a guy’s two loves—bikes and fishing. It isn’t my style but that’s the point. It can only belong to its owner.
Do you think bikes can be pretty?
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Sinful Rewards 1
Cynthia Sax
Belinda “Bee” Carter is a good girl; at least, that’s what she tells herself. And a good girl deserves a nice guy—just like the gorgeous and moody billionaire Nicolas Rainer. He is everything she wants in a man.
Or so she thinks, until she takes a look through her telescope and sees a naked, tattooed man on the balcony across the courtyard. Hawke is mysterious, the bad boy she knows will bring only heartbreak. He has been watching her, and that makes him all the more enticing.
But when a mysterious and anonymous text message dares her to do something bad, she must decide if she is really the good girl she has always claimed to be, or if she’s willing to risk everything for her secret fantasy of being watched.
Is her mystery man the reclusive billionaire with a wild side or the darkly dangerous bad boy?
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Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sinful-Rewards-1-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B00I7V89H0
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Sinful Rewards 1 – Second Excerpt
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Last week, I shared the first scene from Sinful Rewards 1.
Today, I’m sharing the second scene.
I’m not in a rush to wed—I have my own career to establish—but I won’t waste my time on someone who is afraid of commitment. I won’t make my mom’s mistakes. It is forever or nothing for me.
I suspect Nicolas thinks the same way. There’s only one obstacle standing in our way—he doesn’t know I exist. I skim my fingertips over Cyndi’s latest impulse purchase, a large brass telescope. Nicolas and I have never talked. We’ve never met, never passed each other in the hallways, never shared the same elevator.
I stroke the metal tube back and forth, back and forth, the surface soothingly smooth. My name isn’t even on the condo agreement. Our luxurious, fully furnished two-bedroom suite is owned by Mr. Wynters, Cyndi’s multimillionaire father.
I lean my forehead against the cool windowpane, openly admiring the flawlessness of Nicolas’s suit-clad shoulders. The thin wall of glass between us might as well be constructed from solid concrete. There’s no busting through the barrier, no contacting the condo complex’s number-one bachelor directly.
I’ve watched in the past as other residents tried to enter the park while Nicolas sat alone on his bench. His passcard locks everyone else out of the space, giving the reclusive billionaire the privacy he values.
A twinge of guilt shoots down my spine. He won’t like that I’m looking at him. Not everyone associates being watched with being cared for.
I pivot on my six-inch heels. When I was a child, the other girls would complain about their mothers hovering by their front doors, watching, waiting for them to return home. I envied them, wishing someone waited for me. My mom was never home. She was always working, struggling to pay the rent, our tiny, rodent-infested, one-bedroom apartments changing often. Landlords would tolerate only a few missed payments before they started the eviction process.
I survey the main room of the condo unit, the open-concept space larger than any of my childhood homes. An original Andy Warhol hangs on the far wall, the bright colors popping against the white drywall. I’d dusted its narrow metallic frame last night. A comfy purple couch hugs the wall to my right. Its cushions have been plumped, the leather showing no ass indents. Not a single set of fingerprints mars the assortment of blue enamel appliances lining the left wall. The waist-high red counter separating the kitchen nook from the living room has been cleared, the matching bar stools tucked under the ledge. The massive TV screen in the corner is switched off.
No morning program is as interesting as the man outside. I glance over my shoulder, unable to resist another peek. Nicolas’s bench is empty, his arrangement of papers and devices missing. He has left the park. A wave of disappointment sweeps over me. I’m alone. Again. I’ve spent too much of my life alone, waiting for roommates to come home, for my mom to finish yet another double shift, for my dad to realize he has a daughter who needs him.
Nicolas isn’t like my dad. The billionaire will return to his park tomorrow. I stare at the green space, comforted by this fact. He’s a man I can count on.
The view is slightly different this morning. I frown. Something isn’t quite right. I lean against the window, taking a closer look. A small black rectangular object rests on the paving stone, partially hidden by the bench’s wooden slats. I can’t determine what it is.
The object could be important to Nicolas. If that’s the case, he’ll want it returned to him. I press my fingertips against the cool glass. This could be the opportunity I’ve been waiting for, the excuse I’ve needed to meet with him.
Or it could be a scrap of garbage, a shadow, a waste of time. I chew on the inside of my cheek. The park is out of my route. It’ll take ten minutes, maybe longer, to investigate. My fingers curl around the telescope’s brass tube.
I’d told Cyndi I’d never use it, that it was an instrument purchased by perverts to spy on their neighbors. She’d laughed and called me a prude, not knowing that I’m one of these perverts, that I secretly yearn to watch and be watched, to care and be cared for.
If I’m cautious, and I’m always cautious, she’ll never realize I used her telescope this morning. I swing the tube toward the bench and adjust the knob, bringing the mysterious object into focus.
It’s a phone, Nicolas’s phone. I bounce on the balls of my feet. This is a sign, another declaration from fate that we belong together. I’ll return Nicolas’s much-needed device to him. As a thank-you, he’ll invite me to dinner. We’ll talk. He’ll realize how perfect I am for him, fall in love with me, marry me.
Cyndi will find a fiancé also—everyone loves her—and we’ll have a double wedding, as sisters of the heart often do. It’ll be the first wedding my family has had in generations.
Everyone will watch us as we walk down the aisle. I’ll wear a strapless, white Vera Wang mermaid gown with organza and lace details, crystal and pearl embroidery accents, the bodice fitted and the skirt hemmed for my shorter height. My hair will be swept upward. My shoes—
Voices murmur outside the condo’s door, the sound piercing my delightful daydream. I swing the telescope upward, not wanting to be caught using it. The snippets of conversation drift away.
I don’t relax. If the telescope isn’t in the same spot as it was positioned last night, Cyndi will realize I’ve been using it. She’ll tease me about being a fellow pervert, sharing the story, embellished for more dramatic effect, with her stern, serious dad or, worse, with Angel, that snobby friend of hers.
I’ll die. It’ll be worse than being the butt of jokes in high school because that ridicule had been about my clothes and this will center around the part of my soul I’ve always kept hidden. It’ll also be the truth, and I won’t be able to deny it. I am a pervert.
I have to return the telescope to where it was positioned. This is the only acceptable solution. I tap the metal tube.
Last night, my man-crazy roommate had been giggling over the new guy in three eleven north. The previous occupant had been a gray-haired, bowtie-wearing tax auditor, his luxurious accommodations supplied by Nicolas. The most exciting thing he ever did was drink his tea on the balcony.
According to Cyndi, the new occupant is a delicious piece of man candy, tattooed, buff, and head-to-toe lickable. He’d been completing arm curls outside and she’d enthusiastically counted his reps, oohing and aahing over his bulging biceps, calling to me to take a look.
I’d resisted that temptation, focusing on making macaroni and cheese for the two of us, the recipe snagged from the diner my mom works in. After we scarfed down dinner with Cyndi licking her plate clean, she left for the club and hasn’t returned.
Three eleven north is the mirror condo to ours. I straighten the telescope. That position looks about right, but then, the imitation UGGs I bought in my second year of college looked about right also. The first time I wore the boots in the rain, the sheepskin fell apart, leaving me barefoot in Economics 201.
Unwilling to risk Cyndi’s friendship on “about right,” I gaze through the eyepiece. The view consists of rippling golden planes, almost like. . .
Tanned skin pulled over defined abs.
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Sinful Rewards 1
Cynthia Sax
Belinda “Bee” Carter is a good girl; at least, that’s what she tells herself. And a good girl deserves a nice guy—just like the gorgeous and moody billionaire Nicolas Rainer. He is everything she wants in a man.
Or so she thinks, until she takes a look through her telescope and sees a naked, tattooed man on the balcony across the courtyard. Hawke is mysterious, the bad boy she knows will bring only heartbreak. He has been watching her, and that makes him all the more enticing.
But when a mysterious and anonymous text message dares her to do something bad, she must decide if she is really the good girl she has always claimed to be, or if she’s willing to risk everything for her secret fantasy of being watched.
Is her mystery man the reclusive billionaire with a wild side or the darkly dangerous bad boy?
Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sinful-Rewards-1-Cynthia-Sax-ebook/dp/B00I7V89H0
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Interviewed By Blakely Bennett
I’m being interviewed on Blakely Bennett’s online home!
http://www.blakelybennett.com/blakelys-friday-interview-with-cynthia-sax/
I did this interview in February.
Here is a snippet…
What advice do you have for writer’s just starting out?
The usual advice about reading until your eyeballs explode and writing every day is GOLD. I’d also encourage writers to write balls to the wall, all out, putting everything—your heart, your soul—into your writing. If you don’t cry when you read your writing, your readers likely won’t cry either. If you aren’t adding something different to Romanceland, why would readers buy your stories?
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Henley, the head of cyber security at Blaine Technologies, is a man no one crosses. He watches employees constantly using his network of cameras and enforces his rules by any means possible. Rumors of his violent past, his scarred hands and huge size have resulted in him being feared by everyone… almost everyone.
Katalina, the new intern, worries about the revelation of her most painful secret much more than she fears her sexy boss’s wrath. She sees the loneliness in his dark eyes, feels the gentleness in his marred fingers, tastes the need in his kisses, and she knows he watches her. His silly rules about not stripping for the cameras and no sex at the office are destined to be broken.
Kat likes to be watched. Henley can’t look away. Will this beauty be able to tame her beastly boss?
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