Today, I'm happy to have fellow Evernight Author Scarlet Chastain. Welcome, Scarlet! Scarlet is here today to share about her latest release, I Kissed a Girl in Vegas.
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A kiss is just a
kiss…but is it?
Are there
differences between kissing men vs. women? Beyond the obvious, one kiss may
give you a case of stubble burn and the other may result in a touch of lipstick
on your teeth, the answer is yes. Men and women have different feelings about
kissing and therefore have different techniques. Men generally think of kissing
on a physical level, while women are more intimate and emotional. Many men think of kissing as a
necessary activity to get to something more (hello: sex). It’s the old first
base, second base, round to third and score mentality. Women, on the other
hand, share a kiss to enhance a relationship and build intimacy.
Which is better?
You decide. If you’re in the mood for both, check out I Kissed a Girl in Vegas.
There’s kissing in it. xoxo
I Kissed a
Girl in Vegas (I Kissed a Girl, 1)
by Scarlet Chastain
Blurb:
Tessa
Walker’s business trip takes her to one of the poshest hotels on the Vegas
Strip. Nursing a break-up, she can use of weekend of fun and sun. Little does
she know, her pool cabana mate is none other than famous chef and restaurateur,
Gianna Lucini, who introduces her to the world of great food and forbidden
passion.
Life
as a jet-set chef isn’t all it’s cracked up to be for Gianna. Like her
restaurants, she insists on control in the bedroom and her tastes run anything
but plain vanilla. She’s ready to give up on love until Tessa serves up an
offer Gianna can't turn down.
Excerpt:
“Mark has another talent
you’re sure to enjoy. I’m going to take over for him so he can show you. Just
keep an open mind and let yourself go, Tessa.” Her slow words mesmerized me as
her strong fingers took over and Mark let go. Her hands were small and soft in
comparison to his. Gianna’s fingers traveled across my shoulder blades,
loosening tight muscles along the way. I grabbed the edge of the table and slid
my chair back a few inches. “Relax,” Gianna whispered. Mark moved to my side
and casually leaned against the table. He picked up my hand and rubbed small
circles around the sensitive area where my thumb met my palm.
“You have a hard time letting
go. Don’t you, Tessa?” he asked.
I took a deep breath and reached
for my glass of wine, hoping it’d provide much needed liquid courage. Mark
grabbed my other hand before it could capture the wineglass.
“You don’t need that to relax.
Let me help you.” His graveled voice rumbled its way through my body and stoked
the heat settling low in my belly.
My chair suddenly moved out
further and he stepped between my knees, facing me. His gaze moved from me to
above my head where Gianna stood. She continued her ministrations on my tight
muscles. Mark smiled and his gaze moved back to me. His fingers rubbed the
inside of my palm in unison with Gianna’s hands at my shoulders. I’d never had
two people touching me in this way before. Every cell of my body stood at
attention. Like the rhythm of a gentle ocean, their hypnotic caresses washed
away any lingering insecurity.
Waves of pleasure coursed
through my body in the secluded room smack in the middle of one of the busiest
hotels in Vegas. I should’ve been embarrassed by the attention. I should’ve got
up and walked away. Things like that don’t happen to me. However, my ass might
as well have been crazy-glued to the chair, because I wasn’t moving. The
tablecloth brushed over my bare legs as Mark let go of one of my hands and his fingers
brushed my thigh. He lowered his muscled body to his knees as Gianna gathered
my hair into a ponytail. Her fingers raked through my scalp while Mark’s
fingers drew imaginary lines from my knee to high on the inside of my thigh and
back again. I swallowed hard as my pulse quickened. I was sure Gianna could see
how fast my heart was beating when she pulled my hair and coaxed my face upward
to meet her stare.
She smiled down at me. “I want
you to clear your mind and just enjoy the moment. Can you do that for me?”
I nodded and closed my eyes. A
flash of pain gripped my scalp as Gianna tightened her hold on my hair. My
eyelids flew open and I met her crystal-blue gaze that was the color of a
Caribbean ocean.
“Be here with me, Tessa. Don’t
escape into yourself. I want your eyes on me, or Mark. Believe me, it will make
the experience incredible.”
I nodded again and she
loosened the grip she had on my hair. Mark’s tongue had replaced his fingers
and he left a warm, wet trail on the inside of my thigh. He released my other
hand and both of his hands were making their way up the tops of my thighs and
under my short skirt.
Gazing at me, his eyes burned
hot and he shot me a grin. “Lift up a little, sweetheart.”
I did as he asked and my lacy
underwear was quickly swept from me, losing my shoes in the process. His palms
cupped my knees, nudging them farther apart. A wave of insecurity washed over
me as his gaze shifted to my sex.
“Remember what I said. Relax
and enjoy.” Gianna’s voice filled my ear.
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About the author:
Scarlet
Chastain is the semi-secret pseudonym of a multi-published, best selling author
of sensual erotic romance. Scarlet’s focus is female-centric sizzling stories
written about women, for women.
She
lives in the suburban shadows of New York City but her heart belongs to the
beaches of Key West. Scarlet can usually be found in her favorite chair of her
newly acquired writing cave.
If
you ask her nicely, she will usually tell you her other pen name. She’s sweet
that way.
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