As a courtesy to a fellow author, for we all need good press, I’d like to share news of her upcoming release with you! “A Slave of My Own Desire” make an escape on 10/23/08!
A Slave of My Own Desire
by Eve Summers
Erotic Romance
(MC/IR Contemporary Romance)
ISBN: 978-1-60435-110-1
Word Count: 10,000
Price: $1.99
www.redrosepublishing.com
BLURB:
How fast would you fall for a guy who can make you do everything you’ve ever wanted to experience, but were too embarrassed to ask for?
EXCERPT:
He’s gorgeous, but he doesn’t know the first thing about poker. Study your opponent, not your hand, my first boyfriend always told me. In poker, your cards are largely irrelevant: it’s the psychology of the bluff that matters.
Mr. Danger folds a few times, gets lucky with three sevens, then I make him fold. The heap of chips on his end of the bed is beginning to shrink, but he evens it out with a full house on which he bids hopelessly too low.
That’s when I get my four hearts, straight up. I discard the single spade and the replacement brings me the fifth to suit.
Excitement barely allows me to register that he’s thrown out one card too. His shoulders stoop when he inspects his new card. I’m guessing he must have been trying for a flush or a straight, and failed.
Now, as I said, in poker a good hand means nothing if your partner has rubbish, especially if he suspects that you have something better. So I stoop my shoulders too, just a fraction, and bite on my lip.
“I’m in,” he says cautiously. So he’s going for a bluff. Yes!
The betting is a slow affair, but eventually all the chips are in the game.
“I will see you,” I say as I lay down my hand. “I can’t wait to hear the name that comes before Danger.”
“I’m afraid you will have to wait for that,” says he, brandishing four tens.
I’m speechless. He bluffed me into thinking that he was bluffing. He had good cards all along.
“In poker, whether it’s Texas Hold’em, Omaha Hi or Seven Card Stud, the most important rule to remember is Do Not Underestimate Your Opponent,” he says as he moves the pot to his side and stacks up the chips with a practiced hand. “Now, take off your stockings.”
“What -”
“Off.”
Fascinating tidbits about the book:
* This book started as an email fantasy between myself and a man for whom I did some freelance work. We live continents apart and have never met face to face.
* My first experience at writing erotica was a monthly members’ only newsletter distributed among subscribers of a porn site. The pay was fantastic, and I got to review their movies, too.
* Question to the readers: does anybody else also think that sex is better with arrogant bad boys than with the modern sensitive men?
You can find Eve at Red Rose Publishing!
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Women’s Secret
(by Yvonner Eve Walus)
We think decent guys boring
and go for selfish brutes
That is why
Every woman is miserable
Every day of her marriage
Every hour of her affair
(extramarital)
That is why
Men race through midlife
In flashy red cars
That is why
Sex is always
Oh-so good
Posting this from Red Rose Publishing, another of the authors wit h a book to come out in 2009, writing as Fianna Leighton, on the question is sex with the bad boys better than sensitive men…
Heavens yes, in my mind. I’ve always been drawn to men who are walking that line of arrogant, haughtiness, knowing deep inside there has to be some small remnant of good that can be reached, a redeemable quality you have to hang around for awhile to find. They are much more intriguing just because anything good is hidden deep inside.
Modern sensative men just seem so lame in comparison, give me danger and excitement, not flowers and poetry. heheh.