Morning everyone…today I’m going to do a guest highlight. What the hell is that you ask? Well its where I feature or highlight an upcoming book. Give you the blurb, excerpt and cover to gaze at. At the end of the highlight you’ll find a giveaway. You’ll have to get to the bottom to see what it is.
Lusting over her neighbor’s too-young-to-touch hot nephew while he mowed the lawn in the hot sun was one thing and bad for her sparkling reputation. Finding him in the same sex shop where she is purchasing artificial gratification to ease the sexual bother he evoked in the first place is quite another and forces thirty-four-year-old stickler for rules Cait Daniels to fly red-faced through the doors of Curious Coition without her paid for merchandize in hand.
Since he is staying with his aunt for a few days, twenty-four-year-old Declan Meyer wants to do the neighborly thing and return the orphaned sex toy to its rightful owner. Only in this case the rightful owner is the same woman he wants in his bed, his heart, and his life. He is not above holding the pleasure tool over her head and threatening her good standing in an attempt to show her the real thing with him, never mind his age.
Millions of women did this almost every other day, all over the world, right? So what was wrong with her? Absolutely nothing, Cait Daniels decided.
She inhaled one last courageous breath, pulled the sleeves of her top up to her elbows, slipped a pair of sunglasses on her face to shield her from the hot Cape Town, South Africa midmorning sun, and got out of the driver’s seat of her car. She sat in the freaking financial director’s chair for a large cosmetics company for goodness sake—purchasing a dildo should not be this much of a federal case. Besides, her very congeniality, or what was left of it, depended on her having a screaming orgasm courtesy of one nonobligatory plastic penis since the human variety had failed her on all possible accounts. Yes, she was a year overdue already.
Faking the confidence of a worldly thirty-four-year-old woman, she pushed open the door of the Curious Coition sex shop and entered before she changed her mind. A plethora of makeshift sexual devices flooded her sight, forcing her to remove her sunglasses for more intimate viewing. For a minute, she stood mute at the entrance, her gaze rapidly taking inventory of things she didn’t even know existed, much less how they worked.
Crotch-less panties to the left of her; chains, clamps, and whips to the right of her. The tiles under her shoes illustrated naked bodies all entwined in passion. Blow-up dolls with thick red lips hung from the ceiling above her head. She twirled around in strange wonder, absorbing the very sexuality of the shop itself as if it were a live being.
A big screen TV mounted on the wall came to life before her eyes. She swallowed as the couple on screen engaged in graphic sex, advertising the amazement of some edible vaginal cream. Her thighs twitched and hot and desperate sensations transpired between her legs as the attractive male actor sucked the actress’ pussy. God, she needed to come: hard, fast, and with something thick and solid inside her or face going mad while she ogled the do-not-touch-not-ever guy who holidayed at his relative’s house opposite her. The one who made her wet and feel guilty at the same time. This was a better option by far. The safest and definitely the sanest.
“Hi, just shout if you need help.” A voice snapped her out of her awe. She whipped her head in the direction of the cashier standing behind the counter, her bright smile and long dreadlocked hair oddly calm and comforting where everything else around her depicted nothing but the taboo.
With barely a nod in the cashier’s direction, she snagged a safe looking vibrator off the shelf, put it back, and chose another instead that came with various attachments and everything else conducive to pleasing her every dirty fantasy and so much more. Sudden prongs of anxiety stabbed at her resolve as she neared the counter. She was so close to pulling off this clandestine mission and wanted nothing more than to leave the shop in relative safety.
“Will that be all for you?” the cashier asked, her orange glazed smile wider than before. “Yes, thank you.” Cait dared not look her in the eye. She hadn’t come that far yet; instead she dallied with her purse while the cashier counted the cash and registered the sale. She wished she’d just give her the mock cock and forfeit the whole idea of popping it into a Curious Coition designed bag. She really just wanted to get the hell out of the place already, preferably armed with the selected merchandize secured in her handbag. A long bath later and maybe even candles, and then it’ll be just her and the dildo, eradicating any unhealthy thoughts she harbored about him that she couldn’t have.
“It’s one of our bestsellers. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
Could she work any slower?
“It’s a lovely day outside, isn’t it?” she continued. “I should tell you we have a no return policy, unfortunately, so if—”
“That’s fine. I…” Whatever else Cait meant to say died on her lips as the velvet curtains hanging from a rail behind the cashier parted. Her overworked heart ground to a dead-halt and manic nerves singed her skin. Her brain spun out of control, drowning her in disbelief. She resisted the urge to rub her eyes in case her vision felt prone to play cheap tricks on her now of all times. But no, he, the totally hot and completely off limits reason she found herself parading in a sex shop in broad daylight, was real, gorgeous, and instantly he recognized her.
His sexy thick-lashed gaze skimmed over the package dangling in midair from the cashier’s hand en route to the bag and then landed back to her. Scorching hot blood rose into her cheeks. He folded his arms and then rubbed the edge of his jaw with one of his hands as his sensuous lips curved into a killer smile. Sparkling, straight white teeth mocked her. She couldn’t look away, not when his overpowering height demanded she see nothing but him.
Amusement lined the gray of his irises as he relaxed against a tall cabinet next to him, enjoying her discomfort, and making no secret of it. This couldn’t be happening to her. Embarrassment of the kind she never experienced before dictated her next move. Flee, leaving behind her purchase in the cashier’s hands. Without a backward glance, she scurried out of the shop. She refused to question her juvenile antics as she dove into her car and started the ignition. The only sound louder than her resuscitated heart thudding inside her chest was the wheels of her car screeching in protest as she fled what she now called the crime scene.
The Toy Boy is available at Liquid Silver Books – http://www.lsbooks.com/the-toy-boy-p697.php
April Vine writes erotic romance by night and is a professional dreamer by day. She has two precious sons and one very tolerant husband, who bravely defends her honor whenever she finds herself in trouble, which is often enough.
She can do without most anything, but books, chocolate, and shoes are her crucial must-haves.
Giveaway: April is offering an ecopy of The Toy Boy to one commenter. Hit that comment link let her know…Have you been to a sex shop? Were you fascinated or horrified? Embarrassed or Overwhelmed?