Interview With J.K. Coi
I sat down (virtually) with J.K. Coi for a short interview. J.K. Coi is a dear friend of mine, a wonderful person and a gifted writer. Her latest release is In Bed with the Competition, a sexy Contemporary.
Cynthia Sax: What makes your Ben, your hero, so freakin’ sexy?
J.K. Coi: Ben is confident and smart – OMG so smart. He wears these reading glasses when he’s working that just make you want to drool because they’re so nerdy that they’re somehow uber hot. And yet he can totally rock a business suit like nobody’s…uh…business and still look fantastic and chiseled in nothing but a swimming trunk. He’s quick to smile and loves to tease, but he also has a deep heart.
Cynthia Sax: That’s PUNtastic! (grins) What excites you about In Bed with the Competition?
J.K. Coi: I love the back-and-forth between these characters. They really challenge each other, and their story challenged me to give them an adventure!
Cynthia Sax: What is your favorite line from In Bed with the Competition and why?
J.K. Coi: Well, I like this little snippet of a few short lines because it’s fun, but also sexy and intense, which is exactly what my two characters are like when they’re together! *grin*
“We have to be careful about cavorting with the enemy,” Beth murmured.
He stepped closer. “Is that what we are?”
“What? Enemies?” Her gaze fixed on his mouth, and he watched as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. He’d been waiting for that all night.
He pulled her against him. “No…cavorting.”
Cynthia Sax: What creates conflict between Ben and Beth?
J.K. Coi: Ben and Beth have a past, but now they’re also each other’s biggest business competitor. Each of them are attending this industry convention in Antigua looking to snag a big opportunity that could make or break their careers.
Thank you, J.K. Coi, for joining us today!
J.K. Coi’s Website: http://www.jkcoi.com
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This rivalry is too hot for the tropics…
Elizabeth Carlson and Ben Harrison used to be friends, coworkers… and almost lovers. But that was before Ben proposed mixing business with pleasure. Elizabeth refuses to lose her heart to a hotshot tycoon with a cutthroat, take-no-prisoners attitude. Not with the prospect of starting her own company at stake.
Driven to succeed in all areas of his life, Ben couldn’t resist the temptation to make Liz his. But then she walked away, igniting a bitter rivalry. Competing for the same contract at a Caribbean conference ignites sparks too hot to ignore, and Ben’s determined to finish what they started, even if it’ll only last a few steamy, tropical nights.
Elizabeth’s resolve begins to crumble under Ben’s blatant seduction. Can she walk away from a hot island fling with the sexiest man she’s ever known with her heart intact, or will losing herself in Ben destroy everything she’s fought to achieve?
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Sinful Rewards 1 – Third Excerpt
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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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Tryst Denied Mentioned On USA Today Blog
Tryst Denied was mentioned on the USA Today Blog today!
Yay!
Tawania sees aliens. She knows they’re not real. To avoid being locked up in an institution, she does what any functioning insane person would do—she ignores her imaginary intergalactic visitors. Only one tall sexy alien won’t be ignored. Raff’s heated touch scorches Tawania’s grip on reality. His kisses drive her to madness. He declares that she’s his destined mate. He also insists he’s real.
Raff, an Orogone warrior, is very much real. This handsome warrior has been sent to Earth to round up misbehaving off-worlders and he’s not accustomed to being ignored, especially not by a brown-eyed human female with the most kissable lips in fifteen galaxies. He has mere days to convince her to bond with him. Failure results in death.
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Should Writers End Installments Of A Serial In A Cliffhanger?
I was chatting with a fellow serial erotic romance writer and we were discussing cliffhangers. According to Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cliffhanger ), a “cliffhanger or cliffhanger ending is a plot device in fiction which features a main character in a precarious or difficult dilemma, or confronted with a shocking revelation at the end of an episode of serialized fiction.”
My buddy is pro cliffhanger. She ends every installment of her serial with a cliffhanger. She feels this, yes, prompts readers to buy the next installment, but this also heightens the drama of these key split scenes. The anticipation spotlights the scene’s importance. These are the scenes she most wants readers to talk about, examine, notice.
I don’t end the installments in my serials with cliffhangers. I believe that every installment in an erotic romance serial should have that awww… happy for now ending expected with romance (the last installment, clearly, will have a happy ever after ending). This is difficult to do. I won’t lie. But no one said writing was easy. (grins)
I also use the pause between installments to strengthen the story. It is the pause between action scenes, the quiet, reflective moment needed in good storytelling. When readers tell me they wait until my serial is completed and then read them all at once, I groan because the breaks are necessary for the full experience.
Talking to readers, the preference seems to be split between cliffhanger lovers and cliffhanger haters. I tell readers what to expect from my serials so they know the type of story they’re investing their valuable time in.
Should you end your installments in a cliffhanger? That’s your call. Yes. (grins) I realize that’s not the answer you’re looking for. There are no rules in writing. Do what you believe best serves your story.
Readers, do you love or hate cliffhangers? Writers, what is your preference?
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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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Tryst Denied Releases
Tawania sees aliens. She knows they’re not real. To avoid being locked up in an institution, she does what any functioning insane person would do—she ignores her imaginary intergalactic visitors. Only one tall sexy alien won’t be ignored. Raff’s heated touch scorches Tawania’s grip on reality. His kisses drive her to madness. He declares that she’s his destined mate. He also insists he’s real.
Raff, an Orogone warrior, is very much real. This handsome warrior has been sent to Earth to round up misbehaving off-worlders and he’s not accustomed to being ignored, especially not by a brown-eyed human female with the most kissable lips in fifteen galaxies. He has mere days to convince her to bond with him. Failure results in death.
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The bells above the door rang a warning and the small hairs on the back of Tawania’s neck lifted, her nipples growing taut under her rose-colored camisole. She turned her head and sucked in her breath.
A tall man with golden skin, golden hair and the most chiseled chin she’d ever seen stood in the doorway. He wore dark sunglasses, an expensive black leather coat, black pants and a royal blue silk shirt. Standing with his legs braced apart, he slid one of his fingerless-glove-clad hands into his coat.
And extracted a gun.
The woman with the bad weave screamed. The burly man in front of Tawania dropped to the dirty tiled floor. The armed newcomer pressed the trigger, a blue beam of energy shot from the muzzle, and everything went still and quiet. The woman’s sparkly phone floated in the air. The man on the floor posed with his hands reached out to cover his head. The horrible music stopped.
Holy shit. Tawania stared at the stranger, frozen with uncertainty, not knowing what to do or say or how to react.
He removed a fancy handheld device from his jacket’s pocket and studied the glowing screen. “A 9-1-1 call originated from the payphone outside of this store on May tenth. There was a complaint about an alien with blue and red eyes. Who made that call?”
Oh God. Tawania took a step backward. I made that call. He must be from the FBI. Only they would have fancy weapons similar to the gun he carried.
“F-f-fuck y-y-you, Orogone.” Mr. Lee, the owner of the convenience store, hung, suspended in the air, his body shaking. In mere seconds, he’d somehow grown a long pointed beard and obtained two more arms.
Phones are floating. Mr. Lee has four arms. Tawania exhaled. She wasn’t being sent to jail. She was going insane.
The stranger returned the handheld to his pocket. “There’s no need to be hostile, Palavian. My target is a human female, not you.” He removed his sunglasses and clipped them to his collar. Blue and red flames flared in his dark eyes.
Tawania smothered her groan. She’d invented another being, an Orogone, belonging to the same alien species as Willa.
And this imaginary man was searching for her. When she’d returned to her apartment and found a strange angry woman there, Tawania had run out of the building and made the 9-1-1 call from the store’s payphone. Being a product of her overactive brain, he’d know that.
“W-w-why w-w-would I help you, Orogone?” Mr. Lee spat, acting very feisty for a man unable to move.
“Because you’re on Earth illegally and I hear Palavia isn’t very pleasant during this part of the solar cycle.” The sexy stranger rubs his space gun against his chest. “Either tell me where she is or—“
“Or you’ll do nothing.” Tawania stepped out of the line, losing patience with this alien shakedown fantasy. “Because you’re not real.” She stomped toward Mr. Lee and plunked the bag of sugar on the counter, loosening the contained mass. White crystals skittered across the surface, sparkling under the fluorescent lights. “I want to pay for this.”
Tawania glanced at the candy display. “And this.” She grabbed the box of chocolate-covered peanuts and set it beside the sugar.
“Well, hello, sweetness,” the Orogone male drawled.
Tawania rolled her eyes as she searched through her tote for her wallet. “Is that the best pick up line my brain could produce?”
Mr. Lee sniggered. The Orogone male grumbled words she didn’t understand. Mr. Lee laughed again. A second beam of blue light hit him and his laughter stopped. He vibrated in the air, the contours of his body blurring and then he disappeared from view, leaving an empty space where he once was.
“Hey, I haven’t paid for my purchases yet.” Tawania turned her head, met the Orogone’s gaze, and she sucked in her breath, her body humming with awareness. He was a male worthy of her wildest, most erotic fantasies, tall and handsome, oozing with confidence and sex appeal, intriguing laughter lines creasing the tanned skin around his unusual eyes.
“Mr. Lee doesn’t need your precious money, love.” His low baritone deepened even more, curling her fingers and toes. She could wake up to those deep tones. Tawania wiggled. Hell, she could come to that voice, shrieking “yes, yes, yes” at the top of her lungs.
What am I thinking? “You’re not real,” she said, trying to convince herself.
“I understand why you’d think so.” The Orogone straightened, his chest puffing out. “I am a handsome son of a bitch.” He grinned, displaying impossibly perfect straight white teeth. “But I’m all real.” He waved his free hand over his body as though he was a possible prize in a game show. “And I’m all yours.”
Tawania’s gaze dropped to the impressively large ridge in his dress pant. He was also all hard. She gulped, swallowing the lump of want, of need building in her throat. Did it matter that he didn’t exist? Her orgasm would be very real.
“I’m Raff,” he continued, not needing a response. “And you, my brown-eyed beauty, have the lucky distinction of being my One, the sole female I’m destined to spend my long life span with.”
He slid the muzzle of his gun over his right pectoral muscle, scratching his leather-clad skin. In her elaborate fantasy world, as explained by Willa, the mark on an Orogone’s chest would heat when he found her One, his forever mate.
“Of course, I’m your One.” Tawania expected to be the star in her own make believe world and she’d fabricated this perfect man to play her faithful lover. Orogones never cheated on their mates.
Unlike every human man she’d ever met.
“Doctor Chartwell would tell me that you’re the manifestation of my need for true and lasting love.” Tawania perused Raff leisurely from his carefully styled spiky blond hair to his polished black leather shoes. His shoulders were impossibly wide, his waist narrow, his muscles defined.
Hot damn, I have a great imagination.
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Interview With Tina Donahue
I sat down (virtually) with Tina Donahue for a short interview. Tina Donahue’s latest release is Taking Eve, an Erotic paranormal – past life regression – with BDSM elements.
Cynthia Sax: What excites you about Taking Eve?
Tina Donahue: I’ve had this idea in my head for a long time about a contemporary woman who willingly engaged in bondage and submission in a previous life. I love the back and forth between the present and the past. How the hero and heroine’s passion endured throughout time. I always want to keep readers turning the pages, and by moving from the present to the past and back again, I found myself eager to learn what happens next.
Cynthia Sax: What is your favorite line from Taking Eve?
Tina Donahue: I know you…you know me.
Faith is thinking this as the story begins when she sees Colin for the first time. In their former lives she was Eve and he was Anthony, the noble Master she craves. Before their eyes meet, you can feel the tension within her. She senses he’s her lover from times past. Then when their gazes finally touch that thought – I know you…you know me is in her mind. Very powerful.
Cynthia Sax: Where does Taking Eve start?
Tina Donahue: I like to begin my stories with a solid hook. In the case of Taking Eve I had to begin the narrative in the present and let Colin, who’s a hypnotherapist specializing in past-life regression, lead Faith to the past. I began the story as Faith has reached his office. She’s seen his pictures in advertisements and realizes he’s the man she’s been dreaming about. This sets the stage for their current attraction and the question of what happened the first time they were lovers.
Cynthia Sax: Where is Taking Eve set?
Tina Donahue: During her past life regressions, Faith returns to Victorian England, a hidden manor referred to as the House of Lords. There nobles bid on and take her each night. The setting is opulent, the activities smoking hot.
Thank you, Tina Donahue, for joining us today!
Tina Donahue’s Website: http://www.tinadonahue.com/
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A willing slave to possession, punishment, pleasure…
Dreams of a manor where submission and dominance once ruled draw Faith to hypnotherapist Colin Danes. Potently virile, he looks remarkably like her most cherished master from a past life. Desire smolders in his eyes, proving he’s never forgotten her.
Their carnal dance continues in the present and leads to their past when she was known as Eve. Through hypnotherapy, Colin brings her back to the Victorian era, a hidden estate where she eagerly submits to whatever he and her other noble masters crave.
The exquisite discipline of the strap. Being bid on and mounted each night. Displayed and used for the enjoyment of all.
Most will take her. One will try to imprison her. Only he will be her true master in that life and this.
Inside scoop: Faith’s paranormal journey takes her to a time of debauchery, including many voyeuristic, some male/male encounters. Faith’s past life encounters also contain some reluctant consent situations.
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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?
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Interview with C. Zampa
I sat down (virtually) with C. Zampa for a short interview. C. Zampa is celebrating the anniversary of Honor C, a M/M Contemporary.
Cynthia Sax: What makes Honor and Jorge sexy?
C. Zampa: They are Hispanic and I have such a deep passion for all things Latino. The culture, the romanticism associated with the heritage. The language, the accents, a romance all their own.
Cynthia Sax: How does Honor C start?
C. Zampa: The story begins in a tree house. The tree house is central to the story because it’s the place the Honor and Jorge hung out as children, where Honor discovered he was attracted for men, and it became Honor and Jorge’s hide-a-way when they became lovers.
Cynthia Sax: Where is Honor C and why is this setting exciting?
C. Zampa: San Antonio. Because San Antonio is an old, old city with a deep Spanish heritage and romantic, colorful culture. It’s a mix of ancient romance and modern, electric life. A place for romance, for artists. Full of beautiful spots for romantic scenarios between characters. And, as I’m familiar with the city, and I’m Texan, it’s also convenient to use as a romantic backdrop for my fellas.
Cynthia Sax: What makes Honor and Jorge right for each other?
C. Zampa: Because they are complete opposites. Honor is a big man, sunshiny personality/smile, virile, he’s gentle, caring, eager to please. Yet, because of his childhood experiences, his self-confidence is low. Jorge, on the other hand, is prissy, bitchy, icy/fiery, in-your-face, beautiful, confident. Raised privileged and loved. His health, though, has always been poor, compromised by a heart condition.
Cynthia Sax: What creates problems between Honor and Jorge?
C. Zampa: The fact that Honor denies he’s gay, and when Jorge comes back into his life, he feels the passion that never left. But, not only that, Honor is married. On one hand, he’s realizing day by day that he is gay and is tormented by that because of his loyalty to his wife and son.
Thank you, C. Zampa, for joining us today!
C. Zampa’s Website: http://www.authorczampa.blogspot.ca/
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When Honor Castillo convinces himself he isn’t gay, he begins a new life. He ends his affair with his lover, Jorge Villagomez, and marries Rebecca to establish a life with her as a respected San Antonio businessman. They have a son and he tells himself he is happy.
Eleven years later, Jorge returns to San Antonio, and his path crosses with Honor’s once more. The flame of their passion never died, and neither did Jorge’s love for Honor.
When Jorge approaches Honor to design his studio, Honor believes he can walk the line between friendship and lovers. But when a sudden crisis threatens to take Jorge from him forever, Honor must choose between his duty and his heart. Most of all, he’s forced to decide what he’s willing to lose in order to be true to who he really is.
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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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