I just launched my newest book with Beachwalk yesterday! Here's a bit about it and some saucy action to whet your appetite - I hope you enjoy x x x
Here's a little snippet... it is at the point where Deborah and Marcus first discuss a new spiritual way to enjoy sex called Ultimate Unity and follows a sexy voyeuristic adventure in the trees.
Deborah woke back in their shelter at the camp. It was late afternoon, and her body ached in that satisfying way as if she’d been working out at the gym. Then she remembered just how worked out she had been. The shroud of sleep began to lift and she blinked her eyes open to see Marcus smiling down at her with a self-satisfied air.
“Was it you back there?” Deborah perched up on one elbow and picked a piece of apple from the plate he offered. As the sticky-sweet flesh rolled over her tongue she was suddenly ravenous. “Was it, Marcus?” she pleaded, trying her best not to let guilt or paranoia spoil the incredible thing that had just happened to her. “Were you watching me from the bushes?”
He dropped his head and couldn’t look her directly in the eye.
“It was someone else, wasn’t it?” She gasped, reality sinking in. “Was it Birch?”
Marcus finally looked at her through his hair, his mouth curling into a small smile despite what looked like his efforts to stop it. He nodded.
Deborah began to tremble in a way she thought was shock or anger. They’d never shared each other before, ever, not even a kiss. But then, as he drew her into the most secure, comforting embrace, she realized it was excitement. It was the same feeling she’d had that morning while being fondled and caressed by Hazel before being lead to the clearing.
“I don’t understand,” she said.
He lowered her back onto the bed and lay beside her, running his fingers over her body, massaging her breasts then stroking her shoulders, neck, arms. She felt like a cat, purring on a sunny ledge, and just let herself fall into that sweet oblivion of sensation.
“I want us to have what they have,” he said slowly and quietly, but not gently enough to disguise the lust that flirted at the edges of his words. “I want to own you in the way he owns her, and I want you to own me in the way she owns him.”
“What do you mean? We do belong to each other.” She reached up and cupped his jaw.
“Yes, I know,” he said, bringing her even closer in to him. “But I want a bond that transcends all else. I want to know that no matter where we are, who we’re with, or what we’re doing, the bond between us will be unbreakable.”
“You’re not making sense, Marcus, and I’m tired.” She tugged herself free and rolled to face away from him, suddenly offended at what he had said. “It’s like you’re dismissing what we already have. And I think we’ve got something pretty special.” She was angry, but again she’d confused her own state of mind and realized what she felt was fear. What Marcus was saying scared her. He’d been making plans for when they were captured and separated. She started to cry.
He reached out for her, holding her, soothing her.
“Birch and Hazel have been preparing their bond for months, years even.” He pulled her around to face him once more. “They want to know that, no matter what happens to their physical selves, they will always be together spiritually. They are striving to reach an emotional unity so intense that when they come, they are each other.”
“You know I’m a scientist, right?” Deborah smiled and poked him, trying to get him to see how crazy he sounded.
“Yes, and I’m a skeptical agnostic, but you can’t deny they are amazing.”
Deborah brought the past few days—could it be weeks?—to mind. The discussions the four of them had around the fire each night were philosophical, theological, sexual, scientific—never personal. Neither couple had inquired about the other’s situation or reasons for being there, exiled in the wood, or ventured their own story. It was like the code of the forest. It actually freed up a lot of space for getting right into the debates on life, existence, and all the good stuff. Deborah had found it scintillating and refreshing and had relished the talks. Marcus, though, seemed to have gleaned a lot more about the sexual spiritual side than she had. While she’d been thinking about the existence of God, he’d been wondering about fucking. She smiled to herself; she could only think after the best, most intense orgasm of her life that one of them had been the fool all this time, and it wasn’t him.
“So how do we do it?”
“If we part ways,” he started but Deborah pressed a finger to his lips, she didn’t want to hear it, speaking it might make it true. He pushed her hand from his face and held it at his chest, his woozy gaze fixed on hers. “Deborah, if we part ways, I’ll find you. I’ll find you at the meeting point. Do everything you can to come. We are more than the physical.”