Hope you've had a great week! Today my guest for Meet the Author is Roe Valentine, who is visiting us as part of her blog tour.
Getting
to know you;
- What is your favourite food?
- Vietnamese!
- Where would be your favourite holiday destination?
- Kavala, Greece
- Satin or lace underwear?
- Lace!
- What are your aspirations?
- Move people with my
words.
- Do you have any hobbies (excluding writing)?
- Reading, yoga, drinking champagne J
Your
Writing;
- For how long have you been a published writer?
- Just over a one year.
- How many books have you written?
- I have written about eight novels, three of which have been published?
- What kind of books do you like to read/who is your favourite author?
- Romance of course! I’m not sure if I have a
favourite, but I regularly will look for books from Sylvia Day.
- What are you working on at the moment?
- A smexy
novella titled Roping the One.
It takes place in Houston, Texas, just like the majority of my
contemporaries.
- Sum up your writing in three words.
- Heart tugging
romance
This is my stop during the
blog tour for Little Death by Roe Valentine. This blog tour is organized by
Lola's Blog Tours. The blog tour runs from 4 till 17 August, you can view the
complete tour schedule on the website of Lola’s Blog Tours: http://lolasblogtours.net/blog-tour-little-death-by-roe-valentine/
Little Death
By Roe Valentine
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Age category: Adult/Erotica
Release Date: 5 June, 2014
Blurb:
A grandiose ego pushes Mona
MonDragon to pursue high school nerd turned gorgeous ballet dancer Ivan Boss.
Unfortunately, her perceived sure-thing week of no-strings-attached sex isn’t
so sure. Her ego takes a major hit when he not only rejects her but pretends he
doesn’t know her. When she jumps through hoops to have him, she begins to
question if what’s driving her to take such chances is something residual from
childhood. Whether it is or not, all she knows is his wish is her desire.
Revenge drives Ivan Boss,
and when the object of his hate comes back into his life after 10 years he
battles the part of him that loves Mona with the part that wants her to pay for
torturing him when he needed her most. The internal struggle heightens when he
starts to see her as human, and he begins to question his ability to follow
through with his ultimate revenge.
Little Death is a standalone
novella with explicit language and sex with some light bondage. It has a
Happily Ever After (HEA) ending.
You can find Little Death on
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22458489-little-death
You can buy Little Death
here:
- Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/little-death-roe-valentine/1119898533?ean=9781627418508
- Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/little-death
STORY
EXCERPT
“You remember me, don’t
you, Ivan?” she whispered, obeying his order.
His hand lifted the long
length of her leg by the back of her thigh, and the warmth of her skin beneath
the opaque pink tights stung him. Of all the times he dreamed of touching her
so intimately, it had to be when it was all too late. She winced at his touch,
though let him turn out her knee.
“Like this,” he said,
ignoring her question. “Can you feel the difference?”
“Yes.” She was
breathless.
He didn’t release the
back of her thigh. His hand could have been fused to it. The jerk in his tights
reminded him he was a man, but the pain in his chest reminded him he was a
scorned man. He let her go, leg falling to the floor as if it needed his hand
to hold it up. “No,” he said, wiping the haze from her eyes, “I don’t remember
you.”
She frowned. For the
first time in his life, he made her feel something. He made her feel unsure,
and it pleased him, but that was short lived. He walked away, calling out
another exercise before she could see in his eyes that he did remember her—if
she hadn’t already seen it.
When the hour-long class
was over, the women rolled out of the stuffy room like hurt cattle. He was hard
on them—punished them for what Mona did. It wasn’t fair, but he didn’t care
about fair. Life hadn’t been fair to him, so why should he give a shit? Before
he knew it, there was no one left but him and her.
“Did you enjoy the
class?” he asked as he wiped down the metal barre with a towel. Honestly, he
didn’t care if she enjoyed herself. He only needed her gone.
“Cut your shit, Ivan,”
Mona said, eyes darker if that were possible as she glared at him through the
mirrored wall.
“Excuse me?” He only
caught her stare in the mirror, didn’t turn to face her. The mirror gave him
space—an illusion of protection.
“You know me, Ivan
Michael Boss. You’ve known me since you were five years old. Why the hell are
you saying you don’t remember me?” Her eyes narrowed, and red colored her
cheeks.
It was true. He had
known her since he was five years old when the world was puppies and ice cream
and there was nothing wrong with falling in love with a girl. Because, that’s
how long he’d been in love with her, since he was five years old.
“I knew a Ramona when
I was five years old. You are not her. I actually haven’t seen her since I was
fourteen.” Fourteen is when she was initiated into the “in crowd” and left him
for dead.
She was rendered
speechless by his omission, and that annoyed him. He didn’t want the softness
in her eyes to derail him, yet that’s exactly what happened. He looked away
from her reflection, fully focusing on folding the towel over the barre.
“I’ve always been
Ramona, Ivan,” her voice softened.
When he looked up, she
turned from the mirror and faced him full on—nothing between them.
“Is there a reason you
decided to take my class?” He couldn’t stand the talking. He couldn’t stand the
doe eyes. He couldn’t stand her to be human, because she hadn’t been that to
him in a long time.
A sly smile stretched
over her full strawberry lips. “I thought we could have a…reunion of sorts
while I’m in town this week.” Her lithe body slithered closer to him, a hand
blindly finding the metal barre for balance.
He didn’t back away the
closer she got. The slightest hint of vanilla wafted off her body. Sweetness
identified. The look in her eyes could have dropped him to his knees, and he
knew what she wanted. It was what they all wanted. She wanted to use his body
for her pleasure. The notion of sex with him colored her face further, and he
had a decision to make.
“What makes you think I
want a reunion with you?”
Her face fell, the edges
of her eyes narrowed. “When did you become such an ass?”
“About ten years ago.”
He smirked, gaining strength from her pull on him.
She averted her gaze for
a moment. What is she thinking?
“What are you
asking me here, Mona?” he asked, forcing her eyes to meet his again. This time
there was something odd in them.
She shrugged, though
didn’t move back from the possibility of rejection. That was unexpected. Mona
never got rejected—in fact, she did the rejecting. “Sex with no strings
attached.”
He did his best not to
gasp. Did he hear correctly? Did Mona outright ask him for sex? The tightness
in his briefs caused him to shift his stance, not graceful enough as she turned
her attention to his crotch and smiled at the display. He cursed his body for
betraying him yet again.
ADULT
EXCERPT
She was light as a
feather as he lifted her buttocks. Her legs tightened around his waist,
squeezing tighter and tighter around as he released one hand to retrieve his
keys from the hoodie pocket. They barely made it through the small rusted gate
of his bungalow house in Neartown before they clasped together like desperate
magnets.
“Just give me a sec,” he
grumbled, though not taking his mouth away. His teeth clashed against hers, but
she kept kissing him.
Finally, he’d gotten the
door opened, and didn’t take much time to shut the door and whisk her through
the small living room, eighty-year-old hardwood creaking beneath his feet. His
breathing echoed between his ears, his cock hardening with each exhale. Mona
gyrated against him, he moaned out. “I’m gonna fuck your pussy raw. Do you
understand me, Ramona?” He meant it in the most non-brutish way possible.
She yelped, catching his
gaze, her mouthing parting from desire. “You already did that.” Her voice was
husky, deeper than he’d heard it before.
He chuckled, pulling his
mouth away. “That was nothing. You may not be able to walk tomorrow.” Her eyes
widened. “I’m just warning you.”
“Then you’ll have to
tell Tom why I didn’t show up for training.”
“I’ll be more than happy
to tell Tom of all the ways I fucked his student so hard she couldn’t get out
of bed.”
She laughed. “I’m sure
that will go over well.”
He grunted. Tom.
Tom probably wanted to fuck Mona himself. Ivan didn’t like that thought.
Crossing over into his bedroom, he stopped at the doorjamb. “You ready for me?”
“Just shut up and give
it to me.”
“I’ll be the one giving
orders here, lady. And you’ll answer my question or I’ll let you go.” He still
had to let her know who was in control, especially when he thought it wasn’t
him.
“I’ll fall!”
He knew what it was like
to fall. The longer he held her, the more he fell. How could
he remain in control, when she could so easily take it from him? “Then I’d
answer if I was you.”
She bit on her bottom
lip, swollen from kissing him. His eyes lingered there until she answered with
the slightest smile emerging. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my
whole life.”
His heart stilled merely
by the look in her eyes. Every puff of air emptied from his lungs with her
eyes. She wanted him—needed him even. Her pupils screamed it. Her body screamed
it as she tightened around him, and he could feel her pounding heart through
the apex of her thighs.
“I’ve never wanted
anything more.” The words just came out.
But instead of pulling
away from his revelation, she grabbed the back of his head and crashed her
mouth to his, tongue leading the way. He took that tongue with his teeth,
taking her in as deep as her opened mouth would allow. Hungry for her, he
shifted in the room just to slam her back against the wall. A picture frame
hanging haphazardly for years fell to the hardwood, breaking in pieces. Like
him. She was breaking him of the hurt, of the rejection, from many years.
Finding the bottom of
her scrunched up skirt, he pushed over the panties—he’d tear them in half
before he was done with her. Her moisture spilled over to the crease of her
thighs. Moaning, he strummed her pussy. She was wet, and he didn’t want anything
more than to slide his bare cock inside her. Fuck, I can’t put it in
without a condom again. But he did. Somehow, he’d managed to
release himself from sweatpants and jammed himself inside her so deep their hip
bones touched.
“Ivan!” she screamed. How
she could take him in like that was impressive. He knew he was a lot to take in
one shot. And when he plunged inside her again, she said, “I think you’re
touching my spleen.” Her eyes rolled back in time to miss the smile he gifted
her.
“Can you take it,
baby?” Baby? He stilled for the briefest moment but didn’t
stop.
Immediately, her eyes
opened and grabbed his. Her mouth parted as he continued to slide inside of
her, pushing through her tightening womb. She moaned, and he thought he’d come
right then and there. The way she looked at him as he was inside her,
challenged his ability to last. Kept challenging it until she spoke with a
breathy whisper. “I can take you, baby. I can take you all the way.”
He wanted to go wherever
that was.
Thanks ever so much for stopping by, Roe. It was lovely meeting you and good luck for the remainder of your tour.
Join me again on Monday to find out what's happening in Bella's World. Until then have a great weekend and enjoy whatever you are reading and/or writing.
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