Series: Passion Series, Book Two
Whiskey Creek Press Torrid: EBook
July, 2011 ISBN 978-1-61160-120-6
Novel, 75,000 words
Cover by Kendra Egert
Passionate about sex but relationship-phobic, Claire Johnson is about to meet her match. Can Max Wilson hang on for the ride with the icy temptress?
Heat Rating 
Explicit sex: M/F, F/F; menage: M/F/F, F/F/F; four way; multiple partners; sex toys; anal sex
REVIEW
Romance Junkies: Four blue ribbons RIPENING PASSION is a sensual and spicy romance that will knock your socks off! Adriana Kraft excels at keeping the momentum going, and she knows how to inject sensuality into any character’s story. Erotica fans won’t want to miss this one! Hot! Hot! Hot! ~ Wendy
BLURB
Claire Johnson’s dedication to sex—the cornerstone of her career—led her to found the Center for Sexuality and Sex Practices. Now in her fifties, she knows the Center must keep pace with the rapidly growing Baby Boomer market, so she agrees to go back on camera for a series on sex and aging. But work with her nemesis?
Former English Professor Max Wilson has championed the cause of the Center ever since his deceased wife sought the Center’s help to rekindle the nearly extinguished sexual flames of their relationship. He loves working on camera and welcomes the challenge to perform with the svelte but feisty temptress.
Sparks fly immediately on and off camera. Can either Claire or Max transform those sparks into a fire of sexual desire for their viewers? And if they succeed, what will happen when the movie’s over?
EXCERPT ~ on a bench in Central Park, NYC:
“There sure are a lot of power walkers out this evening,” Claire said.
Max chuckled. “Do you suppose they’re power walkers, or are people just in a rush to get somewhere?”
“Good point. I imagine I used to rush like that.”
“But not anymore?”
Claire shook her head and cradled his hand. “Not anymore. Time is rushing faster than I can manage. Don’t stare, but take a peek at the young couple at about two-o’clock braced against the tree making out. They do seem to enjoy kissing.”
Max looked and then nibbled Claire’s ear. “Who’s staring? You do have radar for lovers.”
“Cripes, she’s riding his knee. Oh my, a girl after my own heart. Max, she’s hanging on to his shoulder for dear life but she’s not surrendering her perch on his thigh for anything.
“He’s looking around. Oops, I think he caught me watching. Ah.” Claire sighed. “She stopped and they are kissing wildly again.” Claire squeezed his fingers on her breast. “That girl had a damn good ride. Oh, to be young lovers again.”
“Being old lovers isn’t bad.” Max dipped his fingers under the fabric covering her breast.
“If that couple were to look across the way at us, they’d never guess I’m sitting here with my man caressing my nipple. And,” she turned and kissed his cheek, “that I’m wet as hell.”
“You could probably hump my knee and they wouldn’t even notice, because they don’t expect it. That’s one advantage with age. People don’t expect us to be horny or to do outrageous things.”