Today we’re thrilled to host award-winning author Kellie Kamryn, here to promote her most recent release. We first met Kellie at the Hot Mojave Knights con in Las Vegas four years ago, and we’re so glad we did! A petite sprite of a thing, she is a former gymnast still lithe enough to show off with a cartwheel at the dinner/dance! Not only that, she’s a superb writer, and also a great voice who creates audio books. We’re proud to call her our friend.
We know you’ll love her latest release, a second chance at love story featuring – what else – a gymnast. It rings with authenticity, and you’ll pull for this spunky heroine to get her happy ending, without giving up what really matters.
An award-winning choreographer faces her biggest loss when she’s teamed up to coach with her former lover at a gymnastics camp for Olympic hopefuls.
Claire LeMay is at the top of her game—she’s head coach for a top gymnastics facility in Winnipeg, Manitoba, with her gymnasts winning awards for her outstanding choreography. Now her biggest challenge is to coach alongside the man she’s avoided for three years after rejecting his offer of coaching under his command at his club in Ottawa, Ontario.
After sinking every penny of his inheritance into his state-of-the-art gymnastics facility, Justin Black has achieved his dream. But even with hundreds of members and well-trained coaches, when Claire’s presence invades his space, he realizes she’s the one thing that’s missing. Clueless about why she didn’t accept his earlier job offer, he is determined to discover why she turned him down.
Will they be a rebound romance, destined to repeat the same old routine, or can they choreograph a new one?
Chin propped in her hand, Claire gazed out the window and watched the rain fall, taking slow, conscious breaths. She held up her wine glass in a toast. “Thank you for this. It was very nice of you to invite me to dinner.”
“You’re picking up the cheque.” He winked at her in jest.
She batted her eyelashes at him. “Well then, perhaps I will make sure I order the most expensive thing for dessert.”
Eying each other over the rim of their wine glasses for a moment, they both opened their mouths to speak at the same time. She gestured for him to go first.
“Why did you walk out on me?” he asked.
Caught off guard by his bluntness, she cleared her throat. “You don’t start with anything easy, do you?” She asked a frank question of her own. “In that case—why didn’t you come after me?”
He expelled a breath and dragged a hand through his hair. “Is that what you wanted?”
“To be honest—I don’t know what I wanted. It all seems like so long ago and so childish now. I thought you loved me, and I thought you understood, but I suppose you can’t understand what I never put into words.”
Justin set his glass on the table. “I thought we had plans together, dreams together.”
She released a slow breath. “Those were your dreams, your plans—not mine.”
He appeared confused for a moment, then he nodded in understanding. “Ah, I see. Thus the things you didn’t put into words.” He sighed. “I suppose it’s fair to say we were not on the same page, and may have been in fact, in different chapters altogether.”
She nodded. “You always talked about your plans, what you wanted to do, how you were going to do it—and I was happy for you. But I was twenty-two, Justin, and still felt like a teenager. I didn’t know how to tell you that I wanted to be head coach of my own gym, not just live in your shadow.”
His brow crinkled in concern. “I wouldn’t have asked you to do that.”
“But I didn’t know that. And I was far too afraid of disappointing you to say anything. A habit I’m only beginning to break.” She took another sip from her wine glass, then set it on the table.” Tears filled her eyes. Anxiety squeezed her heart. What if he didn’t understand now? Did it matter? She’d managed to build a life without him up to this point.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone gentle.
“Yes.” She sniffed. “I consciously work through being anxious all the time.”
He frowned and stared at his cutlery. Then he fixed his gaze on her and reached across the table for her hand. “Tell me now. Tell me everything. I’m listening.”
Tears dripped down her cheeks, and she pressed her fingertips to her lips a moment. “I don’t know where to start.”
He gave her hand a squeeze. “Start with why you left. Tell me what you wanted out of life. Tell me why I lost you and if I will ever have a chance of getting you back.”
Claire nodded at him. “I ask for one thing—please don’t be angry.”
Award-winning author Kellie Kamryn is a retired elite gymnast and competitive coach. These days she is captain of her crew of four wearing many a hat: chauffeur, cook, maid, and arm chair psychologist, although her favorite title, and the one she answers to most, is “Mom”. As a martial artist, she trains in the internal martial arts of Xingyi and Baguazhang, and teaches self defence classes for women and children alongside her teaching partner.
While she’s often described as sweet, her friends and readers know she’s got a sassy side, and most days she can be found channeling her sass into writing stories and poetry that sweep readers away into other worlds. When her writing muse demands a break, she channels her creative energy into bringing many a tale to life through her work as a narrator, and as online columnist for The Aquarian Online.
Readers are welcome to join her on Facebook in her Sweet & Sassy Divas and Dudes group! It’s the first place she mentions contests, articles and much, much more! To discover more about the worlds she creates, visit her website at: www.kelliekamryn.com
Love in a Hot Climate
Hello, I’m Justine Elyot and I’m here to talk about my new BDSM menage romance, The Story of Jo.
The first time you go on holiday with a new flame is a real rite of passage. It can be a snatched weekend in the city, a week by the sea or more than a month on the backpacking trail. No matter what it is, you can bet that you’ll be concentrating more on your lover than the local scenery.
Jo is no different. When Emmett manages to sneak her to Barcelona for a work conference, she spends much more time in the bedroom than the Gothic Quarter. But even if you never leave your king-size hotel bed, you’re in a different place, and not just geographically. Taking characters away from their usual setting is a fantastic vehicle for moving the story forward and developing their relationship. A more relaxed vibe can lead to confidences, while the intensity of the togetherness can deepen bonds.
And there’s always the chance that being in a foreign city where nobody knows your name might dissolve a few inhibitions… Here are Emmett and Jo in a crowded bar just off Las Ramblas…
He put a hand on my thigh, stroking the silky material against the elastic lace of my stocking top. It kept catching and snagging, a dangerous little crackling sensation.
“What are you going to do?” I asked, my breath catching. I felt the situation slipping rapidly out of my control; it was heady, scary and exhilarating.
“I’ll do whatever I want with you,” he said into my ear, watching the waiters. “That’s how we work, isn’t it?”
He pulled my hem just above my stocking top, so a white strip of thigh was visible between them. At least, it was visible to anyone who thought to look under our table – hopefully everyone would be too absorbed in their own business to bother.
Emmett’s hand slipped between my upper thighs, his fingertips moving lightly around the tender skin and under my suspender elastics.
My mouth was too dry to let sound escape. Was he going to touch me, here, in front of all these people?
“Have you ever done anything like this before, Jo?” he asked, teasing his fingers ever closer to the very tops of my thighs. “Anything in public?”
I shook my head, my heart pounding. My eyes flickered all over the place, desperate to make sure we weren’t observed.
“Let’s start slowly,” he breathed, pulling me in for a deep kiss. His hand rested under my skirt, on my bare thigh, as he worked on my mouth. I knew kissing in public wasn’t any kind of offence, but this felt weirdly obscene, especially when his tongue slid inside.
It took no time at all – mere seconds – for my anxieties about being watched to melt in the blast-furnace of my desire for him. I surrendered to the kiss, opening myself up, feeling the turmoil in my lower belly that would soon translate to wetness.
The hand that wasn’t on my thigh crept around to nudge the side of my breast, stroking it with his knuckles. My nipples were soon hard and swollen; I thought they must look huge under the thin silk that barely covered them.
Before long, I felt my clit follow suit, blossoming between my lower lips as if begging for attention. Emmett’s hand felt heavier on my thigh. It was hot and damp, or was that me? I couldn’t tell any more.
He began to knead my flesh with his fingertips, every pressing motion causing my lips to spread slightly, teasing my needy clit until I squirmed in my seat.
He moved his lips to my ear.
“Do you want me to touch you?” he murmured, moving down to kiss and nip at my neck.
My eyes were rolling around inside their lids, crazy pinballs of desire. I could hardly keep back the tide of little animal noises that threatened to pour out of me. I needed him to stop them up with his mouth again.
“Uhhhh,” I confirmed, seeking out his lips and tongue.
Carefully, slowly, he moved his hand further up my thigh – with some difficulty, as they had begun to feel glued together. He slipped his little finger into my cleft and brushed against my clit. Such a light touch shouldn’t have set off such incredible sparks, but it did. I whimpered and clenched my buttocks against the force of it.
And now something else was happening. I was coming out of my cocoon of pure sensation and becoming aware of the people around me – and instead of panicking about being seen, I was positively relishing the idea.
Look at me, I begged silently. See what he’s doing to me, right here in front of you all.
“I met a man called Emmett, and now I belong to him.”
Twenty-something Jo meets Emmett on a team-building course, and her initial disdain for him soon turns into attraction.
With Emmett’s strong but loving hand to guide her, Jo unleashes her inner submissive and they embark on an intense voyage of sexual discovery.
Their mutual fascination sees them exploring bondage, spanking, toys and more, and their romance is as perfect as Jo could hope for, until another man appears on the scene.
She knows that Emmett hero-worships his former boss and mentor, Charles, but when she finds out that Charles is the man who introduced Emmett to the art of domination, she has no idea how to feel.
With fierce desire growing between the three of them, can they find a way to explore this new dynamic without destroying what they already have?
Want to read on? The Story of Jo is available in print and ebook formats:
Barnes and Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-story-of-jo-justine-elyot/1128642055?ean=9781910908303
Justine Elyot is the author of best selling erotic novels On Demand and The Business of Pleasure, as well as enough short stories to fill several anthologies.
She can often be found moaning about stuff on Twitter as @JustineElyot
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How can they build a bond with deceit on both sides? With malevolent forces advancing, is their love Bedeviled?
Time is Running Out…For Both of Them
Join Tyler and Regan as they seek their happily ever after in the conclusion of the steamy, contemporary Beguiling Bachelor romance series.
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