Guest Blogger – Eve Summers

I have the pleasure of welcoming Eve Summers to my blog today…

Price: $1.99
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Length: 65 pages

A Slave of My Own Desire
Eve Summers

Can hot steamy chocolate and warm vanilla mix?

Clare’s ex-fiancé treated her like a queen: he was kind, attentive to her needs in bed and b-o-r-i-n-g. He never made her do what she wanted him to make her do.

From the moment Clare sets eyes on David at a Halloween party, her hormones go wild with desire. His arrogant smile promises something darker, deeper and more intense. He is Trouble – with a big, big T. And yet, the mistake of letting him would be even bigger.

David believes love is not worth the pain it brings, no matter how divine Clare looks in her goddess costume. To him, she is just a rich white girl bored of vanilla sex, and he is happy to show her a good time.

So why does he melt inside every time their eyes meet?

Tell us a little about your story.
“A slave of my own desire” is about a modern woman who is trying hard to fit in. She dates nice boring men her parents approve of, yet what she wants is a man who will play with her mind, see through her cool exterior into the dark fantasies sizzling inside, and force her to embrace her sexuality.

“A slave of my own desire” was published by Red Rose Publishing in October 2008 as an e-book (it will go to print in 6 months’ time provided the sales are good).

What is it you relate to most with your heroine or hero? What do you like about them most?
David, the hero of “A slave of my own desire” is hot, hot, hot. Smart, handsome, sexy. He is confident enough to be a good lover and caring enough to want to be one. But for Clare, he only means one thing: Danger. She knows that David will tempt her to abandon her Good WASP Girl act forever….

How did you get started in writing?
My dad was a great story teller who never had enough time to sit down and write. He always told me I inherited his talent. It took me years and years, but eventually I believed him. 🙂

What’s your schedule like, and what do you enjoy doing in your time off?
Schedule: gruelling. Time off: not applicable. LOL. With two small children, one (not small) husband and a day job, writing has to happen when everybody else is in bed. Sometimes I wish for an early night (going to bed at 1 in the morning would be an early night for me), but most nights I want to write more than I want to sleep.

In the good old days when I did have time off, I used to like reading, watching mindless TV (LOST – I love Josh Holloway), playing cards, walking, scuba diving, gourmet cooking….

I still like chocolate. And the best thing about it is: you can eat it while writing!

Where can readers find out more about your stories?
Please visit Yvonne’s books here: http://yewalus.kiwiwebhost.net.nz/ You can buy them on www.amazon.com, www.fictionwise.com and www.redrosepublishing.com.

Sneak peek into A Slave of My Own Desire:

I keep assuring her I’m fine. We’re still standing in the hallway, I in my flimsy dressing gown, my sister in her party finery, and it’s beginning to dawn on Gina that I’m not going to ask her to make herself at home the way I usually do.

“Look,” she says. “The reason I came…. I’m not sure how to say this. It’s just that there was somebody else asking about you when you left, somebody totally unsuitable. Your phone is off so I thought I’d come by to warn you. He’s not the sort -”

Suddenly I hear a sound from the bedroom. He’s switched on the DVD!

I’m going to kill him, I think.

Gina’s cheeks color slightly.

“I’m so sorry,” she says. “I didn’t realize you were… entertaining.”

I smirk as I think back to the last few hours.

“I’m not. Entertaining, that is,” I say truthfully.

Even in her unease, Gina is all prim and proper. My perfect parents’ perfect daughter, with perfect manners and perfect composure. I can bet anything that she didn’t used to sneak around behind their backs sucking off lodgers. And when was the last time anybody drank champagne out of her pussy?

Suddenly I feel almost sorry for her. Poor perfect Gina. She doesn’t know what she’s missing.

“Well,” she says, “I think I’ll be -”

Just at that point, he opens the bedroom door and joins us in the hallway. His chest is bare, but, thank goodness, he’s put on his jeans.

His very tight, very black jeans.

Gina gasps. I wonder whether she too has spotted the tell-tale swelling behind the zipper.

He flashes me a cheeky grin. “Is there a fire yet?” he asks. “You said I could come out if there was one.”