A Time to Write

by Dominique Eastwick

So many people ask me when I have the time to write. To be honest, I don’t. I wish I could set aside time to write, but life seems to get in the way. Always a kid to be toted somewhere, or an email to answer, or worse, a load of laundry to be done.

So how do my books get written? Honestly, my muse bitch-slaps me and says “it’s time, girl. Write.” And when that happens all I can think about it that story. Those characters in my head screaming to be let out and put into words will no longer be silenced.  Sometimes I can’t hear above their chatter.  And sometimes I just need to get a story written so I can make room in my head for more couples to fall in love.

I am one of those people who can’t wait for the storms that shut down everything, even electricity because then all I can do is focus on the story. Even if I write it old school in the ole notebook, at least it’s on paper and for a bit, out of my head.

Mia and Gavin’s story came upon finishing up another story and it came fast and furious. There was no stopping me once I sat down to write. In one weekend it was typed and ready to go. That is a record for me. Usually it takes weeks or months for me to finish a story. But theirs was crystal clear in my head and they were loud enough for me to hear, that I had to listen.

So I guess with all my rambling all I wanted to say was listen to your characters, let them tell you their story and for all of us readers out there, get it written so the rest of us can enjoy it.

Strawberry Kisses

Are they ready to gamble on a 1Night Stand?

Mia hides behind her computer, designing popular computer games. And though she knows just what to do to keep men coming back for more on the other end of the modem, she doesn’t seem to have the same knack in person.

Gavin hides behind numbers. Since his wife left him, the only thing he cares about is his son and his job. One failed relationship was enough, but if the right curvaceous woman came into the picture he just might manipulate the numbers a bit.

Can two meddling sisters enlist Madame Eve to bring Mia and Gavin together and show them two is always better than one?

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     “Do you want the next strawberry with chocolate, or champagne?” He popped the cork.

     “I, um....” She slowed her breathing, trying hard to concentrate on his words. “I’ve never had champagne and strawberries.”

     “Really?” As he smiled, the first real smile she’d seen on his face was breathtaking, She could only nod since somewhere between her mouth and her brain she’d lost the ability to form simple words.

     Pouring one glass of the bubbly wine, he took a sip, smiled then grabbed another plump berry. He rubbed it slightly on her lower lip. “Take a bite.”

     He didn’t have to tell her twice. She bit, then savored, as he raised the flute and tilted it just enough for her to get a swallow of the liquid. Her eyes widened as the tastes of the fruit and champagne fused in her mouth.

     “Another bite then?” He didn’t wait for her answer, giving her another piece and let her enjoy the fruit for what it was, savoring and treasuring as some of the best she’d ever had.

     She opened her eyes just in time to see his close, and his mouth settle over hers. Her lips parted and a rush of champagne from his mouth filled her own. The fizzy liquid overwhelmed her senses. If she could have let out an ooh, she would have. But all she could think about was his tongue dancing with hers. His left hand still holding the flute, he wrapped it around her waist, pulling her closer. She felt the heat of his erection at the same time his rigid cock pressed against her belly.

     Pulling away enough to wind her arms around his neck, she prevented any escape on his part. She had him where she wanted him no matter how good the strawberries or the champagne, wanted him right there, kissing her. He didn’t fight her, instead deepening the kiss. She breathed in, his scent acting like an aphrodisiac on her already hyper libido, bringing her to the brink of ripping his clothes off and jumping his cock right then.

     His arm left her waist for a minute—she heard the clink of the flute on the table, but his lips never left hers. She melted into him as his warm palms cupped her heated cheeks, forcing her mind back to the kiss.

     “Tell me what you want?” His breath was warm against her lips.

     “I want you.”

     “How? Give me permission, tell me it’s okay to strip you naked, kiss you wherever the need takes me.”

     “Yes, yes, please, all of that.”

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