Hello! Thank you so
much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!
Hi Beth! Thanks so much for having me on your blog to share
my new release, I Kissed a Girl in Vegas.
Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?
Katy Perry’s song, I Kissed a Girl, helped tear down labels
society tends to place on other people. I love playing with the bi-sexual
dynamic of two or more people and what they desire in their life, as well as
what turns them on. In I Kissed a Girl in Vegas, Tessa Walker knows there’s
something missing in her life. She also knows her arrow doesn’t shoot on a straight
path. Chef and restaurateur, Gianna Lucini, helps Tessa discover it’s okay to
explore her desires.
Q) Is this part of a series?
If so, tell us about it!
Yes! I Kissed a Girl in Vegas is the first book of my I Kissed a Girl series. The stories will
be completely stand alone with new characters in each, however they will all
focus on first time lesbian experiences.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I plan on writing at lease two other I Kissed a Girl books, the next one will most likely be in New
York. In addition, I’m working on a story about a
rock star who is forced by her record company to hide her sexual orientation.
Thanks again for hosting me today, Beth!
Blurb:
Tessa Walker’s business trip takes
her to one of the poshest hotels on the Vegas Strip. Nursing a break-up, she
can use of weekend of fun and sun. Little does she know, her pool cabana mate
is none other than famous chef and restaurateur, Gianna Lucini, who introduces
her to the world of great food and forbidden passion.
Life as a jet-set chef isn’t all it’s
cracked up to be for Gianna. Like her restaurants, she insists on control in
the bedroom and her tastes run anything but plain vanilla. She’s ready to give
up on love until Tessa serves up an offer Gianna can't turn down.
Excerpt:
“Mark
has another talent you’re sure to enjoy. I’m going to take over for him so he
can show you. Just keep an open mind and let yourself go, Tessa.” Her slow
words mesmerized me as her strong fingers took over and Mark let go. Her hands
were small and soft in comparison to his. Gianna’s fingers traveled across my
shoulder blades, loosening tight muscles along the way. I grabbed the edge of
the table and slid my chair back a few inches. “Relax,” Gianna whispered. Mark
moved to my side and casually leaned against the table. He picked up my hand
and rubbed small circles around the sensitive area where my thumb met my palm.
“You
have a hard time letting go. Don’t you, Tessa?” he asked.
I
took a deep breath and reached for my glass of wine, hoping
it’d provide much needed liquid courage. Mark grabbed my other hand before it
could capture the wineglass.
“You
don’t need that to relax. Let me help you.” His graveled voice rumbled its way
through my body and stoked the heat settling low in my belly.
My
chair suddenly moved out further and he stepped between my knees, facing me.
His gaze moved from me to above my head where Gianna stood. She continued her
ministrations on my tight muscles. Mark smiled and his gaze moved back to me.
His fingers rubbed the inside of my palm in unison with Gianna’s hands at my
shoulders. I’d never had two people touching me in this way before. Every cell
of my body stood at attention. Like the rhythm of a gentle ocean, their
hypnotic caresses washed away any lingering insecurity.
Waves
of pleasure coursed through my body in the secluded room smack in the middle of
one of the busiest hotels in Vegas. I should’ve been embarrassed by the
attention. I should’ve got up and walked away. Things like that don’t happen to
me. However, my ass might as well have been crazy-glued to the chair, because I
wasn’t moving. The tablecloth brushed over my bare legs as Mark let go of one
of my hands and his fingers brushed my thigh. He lowered his muscled body to
his knees as Gianna gathered my hair into a ponytail. Her fingers raked through
my scalp while Mark’s fingers drew imaginary lines from my knee to high on the
inside of my thigh and back again. I swallowed hard as my pulse quickened. I
was sure Gianna could see how fast my heart was beating when she pulled my hair
and coaxed my face upward to meet her stare.
She
smiled down at me. “I want you to clear your mind and just enjoy the moment.
Can you do that for me?”
I
nodded and closed my eyes. A flash of pain gripped my scalp as Gianna tightened
her hold on my hair. My eyelids flew open and I met her crystal-blue gaze that
was the color of a Caribbean ocean.
“Be
here with me, Tessa. Don’t escape into yourself. I want your eyes on me, or
Mark. Believe me, it will make the experience incredible.”
I
nodded again and she loosened the grip she had on my hair. Mark’s tongue had
replaced his fingers and he left a warm, wet trail on the inside of my thigh.
He released my other hand and both of his hands were making their way up the
tops of my thighs and under my short skirt.
Gazing
at me, his eyes burned hot and he shot me a grin. “Lift up a little,
sweetheart.”
I
did as he asked and my lacy underwear was quickly swept from me, losing my
shoes in the process. His palms cupped my knees, nudging them farther apart. A
wave of insecurity washed over me as his gaze shifted to my sex.
“Remember
what I said. Relax and enjoy.” Gianna’s voice filled my ear.
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About the author:
Scarlet
Chastain is the semi-secret pseudonym of a multi-published, best selling author
of sensual erotic romance. Scarlet’s focus is female-centric sizzling stories
written about women, for women.
She
lives in the suburban shadows of New York City but her heart belongs to the
beaches of Key West. Scarlet can usually be found in her favorite chair of her
newly acquired writing cave.
If you ask her
nicely, she will usually tell you her other pen name. She’s sweet that way.
Find Scar here:
Thanks for having Scarlet on the Written Butterfly, Beth! xoxo
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