I’m thrilled to have Michelle Roth as my guest
on my Author Spotlights.
We will
be talking about the release of her book, When you were mine.
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Blurb:
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary
Romance, spanking, HEA]
When Cora Blanchard said goodbye to Jamie
Connolly seven years ago, she knew she'd have to see him again eventually. What
she doesn't expect is for all of the old feelings she thought she had let go to
come rushing back to the surface. It was as if nothing had changed. Fresh out
of a highly publicized train wreck of a relationship, Cora is afraid to trust
in those feelings or in herself. She tries to remain friends with him, but
she's just fooling herself. There's no way she can be with him and not want
more.
The moment that Jamie sees her, he realizes
that seven years of silence and two thousand miles haven't changed his
feelings. The only thing that has changed is Cora. He sees a sadness in her
eyes that was never there before. Just as Jamie is starting to earn her love
and her trust, someone threatens to tear them apart forever.
General Story Excerpt
He gathered
the paint cans and supplies, then moved toward the entrance. As he walked
through the main lobby he thought about how he was going to tell Cora. Even
more, he thought about the conversation he was going to have with Patty.
He hit the
button and waited. When the elevator doors slid open, he was facing one highly
surprised Cora. Shit, he thought. This had not gone according to plan.
“Jamie?”
He winced,
felt the flush creep up his neck and then said, “So you're never going to
believe this incredibly awkward coincidence.”
A cautious
look in her eye, she stepped out of the elevator, took in his painting supplies
and said, “Try me.”
“Patty. She rented
me a vacant office on the second floor. I didn't realize you were here until I
called Evan to ask about painting. This isn't nearly as stalker-ish as it
seems. I swear to god.”
Cora
considered him for a moment and then said, “It's entirely plausible.”
Jamie made a
move to lift a hand, paint can and all, and said, “Scouts honor. My decision to
rent an office here has nothing to do with you. I was going to drop these off
and then text you to warn you. When I talked to Evan about painting, he figured
it out. I love 'em, but my family can sometimes be a real pain in the ass.”
“Agreed,”
she responded. “But...you weren't a boy scout, were you?”
“Nope. I
still had no idea, though. I'm sorry.”
“This has
Patty written all over it, Jamie. It's fine,” Cora said, letting him off the
hook.
He gave a
small sigh of relief, then asked, “Wanna come take a look? Keep in mind, I'm
doing some redecorating.”
Cora looked
down at her watch and said, “Sure. Let me go drop off this package and I'll be
right back.”
Jamie leaned
against the bank of elevators, paint bucket and supplies in hand, as he waited
for Cora to finish in the mailroom. He shook his head again, still unable to
believe Patty. He really couldn't wait to have a conversation with her. At
least Cora hadn't freaked out on him.
When he saw
her approaching, he pressed the button for the elevator again. After she
stepped inside, he moved into the space with her.
As he hit
the second floor, she said, “Oh! I bet you're in the office where the holistic
doctor was.”
“Yeah, the
landlord said it was a doctor's office that left,” Jamie said, a smile pulling
at his lips.
He walked
down the hallway, and stopped in front of his new office. He set the paint
bucket down and dug for his keys. When he unlocked the door, a waft of stale
incense and pot met them.
Cora did a
slow turn as they stepped inside, then she wrinkled her nose and said, “Seems
like maybe they were more into herbal healing. Unless you've picked up a new hobby
that I don't know about?”
She turned
to face him, her laughter echoing in the empty space around them. In that
moment, her hair draped over her shoulder, eyes shining, all traces of sadness
were gone. She was absolutely stunning.
He itched to
pull her to him, bury his hands in her hair, and press his mouth against hers.
He suspected that wouldn't go over well, so instead, he buried his hands in his
pocket and grinned.
After a
pause, he said, “That hasn't been my thing since college. Nothing to disclose, Dr.
Blanchard. What about you?”
“Never tried
it. Apparently all I needed to do was come down the hall,” she said with a
snort as she wandered into the conference room.
“Yeah. The
landlord is tearing out the carpet over the weekend and putting in hardwood.
That'll probably get rid of the smell. Plus, I'm going to air it out in here
when I paint,” he said.
“Oh, don't
tell me you're replacing this beautiful green paint,” Cora said, a smirk
pulling at her lips.
His face
deadpan, he said, “Don't worry. Just retouching it.”
Her eyes
widened as she said, “Please tell me you're kidding.”
“Completely
kidding,” he said with a grin. He reached into his back pocket and grabbed the
paint sample out, holding it up for her inspection.
Cora visibly
relaxed and said, “Warm beige. I can see that. And you said you found
cherrywood furniture?”
“I may go
with something lighter. I haven't entirely decided.”
“Hardwood? Nice.
By the way, in light of recent events, did you just want to order in lunch
tomorrow? That way you can get started early tomorrow.”
“Would you
mind?” he asked. Cora had always been thoughtful. It was one of the things that
he had liked so much about her. She thought about other people in a way that
most people didn't.
“It was my
idea, Jamie,” she said, drily. “I remember how exciting putting together my
office was.”
“What time did you want to plan for? I'll call
in the order.”
He watched
her glance down at her watch, saw her eyes widen and heard her mutter, “Crap,
crap, crap. I'm gonna be late. I'll check my schedule and text you later.
Congrats on the new office!”
Before he
could speak, she gave him a quick hug and scurried out of the office past him.
“Bye,” he
said to her retreating figure.
Adult Only
Excerpt
One cup of
coffee later, she rolled out her yoga mat in her living room. As she slid
effortlessly from pose to pose, she could feel the stress leaving her body. She
continued working through her routine until she felt completely loose. When she
finally opened her eyes, she jumped a little in surprise. Jamie stood there,
coffee cup in hand, wearing nothing but boxers and a smile.
Putting a
hand over her heart, she said, “I didn't realize you were there. You scared
me.”
Jamie set
the cup of coffee he held onto the dining room table and said, “Tell me you're
done with that.”
“I'm done
with that,” Cora said, wiping a towel over her brow and wresting the ponytail
holder out of her hair. As she shook her hair free, she let out a sigh of
relief.
“That was,”
Jamie said as he walked toward her, “twenty minutes of pure torture, watching
that, baby. I had no idea you were that flexible.”
Jamie stood
in front of her now, so close that her breasts brushed against his chest. She
said, “I didn't even realize you were watching.”
His hand
moved up to slide the strap of her tank top off her shoulder. As he lowered his
mouth to her skin, he said, “I couldn't help it. That was so fucking sexy.”
Cora tilted
her head to the side as his teeth grazed her shoulder. Goose bumps raised on
her arms when he cupped her breast through the cotton tank and began to rub his
thumb lightly over her nipple. The light touches of his fingers and the barest
hint of teeth were driving her absolutely crazy.
“Jamie,” she
moaned, when she felt the nip of his teeth against her neck.
He lifted
his mouth from her shoulder and tugged her tank top over her head without
ceremony. When the cool air swept over her, a fresh wave of goose bumps rose on
her skin. She took a final step forward, so that they were pressed together,
and pulled his mouth down to hers.
As one kiss
melded into another, she let her hands roam the muscles of his back and chest,
her nails dragging across his skin. When she finally slipped the waistband of
his boxers down and began to stroke him, he said, “Fuck, I love the feel of
your hands on my cock.”
Cora slowed
the speed of her hand and began to kiss her way down his chest, stopping along
the way to run her lips and tongue along the ridges of his stomach. As she
settled on to her knees, she asked, “But what about the feel of my mouth on
your cock?”
She
continued to stroke with one hand as she leaned in to swirl her tongue around
the tip of his erection. Licking along the length of it, she flicked her tongue
against the sensitive spot just below the head, before she took him fully into
her mouth.
One of the
hands that had been hanging loosely at his side immediately slid into her hair,
gripping it tightly. Cora whimpered around his cock as she felt a flood of
arousal between her thighs. She hadn't thought she'd enjoy the slight edge of
pain, but the fact that she was dripping with arousal, said otherwise.
Jamie began
to rock his hips, thrusting into her mouth. When his hand tightened in her
hair, she moaned around him and pressed her thighs together, hoping to alleviate
some the throbbing ache.
When she
shifted again, and whimpered around his thick cock, Jamie asked, “Is sucking my
cock turning you on, Cora? Why don't you play with that pretty pussy for me?
Slide those shorts down if you can.”
Cora only
hesitated a moment before she moved her hands to slide her shorts down. Once
they were at her knees, she wiggled slightly so she wasn't trapped in them.
“That's it,”
Jamie groaned. “Spread your thighs, sweetheart. I want to see. Show me how wet
you are.”
Needy, Cora
dipped her hand between her thighs and held it up. It glistened with her cream.
“Fuck, baby.
You're soaked. Rub your clit for me. I wanna see you fall apart.”
Cora moved
one hand back up to stroke along his length and slid the other between her
thighs. Pressing two fingers inside her aching cunt, she began to rock against
her hand as he fucked her mouth. She ground herself against her palm, desperate
for any sort of friction on her aching clit.
She wanted
to see him lose control. She wanted him feeling as wild and needy as she was.
Cora knew just how to make that happen. Moving her hand from around his length,
she relaxed her jaw, taking him even deeper into her mouth.
When he
nudged the back of her throat, Jamie ground out, “Sweet fucking christ. Just
like that.”
As the
beginnings of release started, she whimpered around his cock. She shifted her
hand and now rubbed tight circles around her throbbing clit. The ache only
intensified.
Almost
lightheaded, she reached underneath, lightly massaging his balls. When he gritted
out, “Oh, fuck. Like that,” and gave her hair another rough tug, she cried out
around his cock, release barreling through her like a freight train.
Seconds
later he said, “Oh christ, baby. I'm gonna come,” as he erupted in her mouth.
Cora felt
the hot liquid hit the back of her throat and continued to swallow until the
grip on her hair had loosened slightly. Her body throbbed with release in time
with his, but it wasn't nearly enough. Something about this man made her all
but insatiable.
Contest:
In honor of her one year anniversary as an
author, Michelle Roth is running a contest. One lucky winner will receive her
entire back catalog along with this newest release in electronic format. The
contest runs until midnight on April 17th. The winner will be
contacted within 48 hours of the contest's close.
Author Bio:
Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great
White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or
making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably
curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.
In her spare time she is typically hanging
out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes
taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making
other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are
currently available on http://www.bookstrand.com/michelle-roth
