I’m a shameless romance junkie and in 2008 I threw caution to the wind and wrote my first erotic romance, No Holds Barred. The older woman/younger man theme was very appealing and I had so much fun that I continued to write erotic romance for several years. These days, I’m writing more supernatural suspense but I still get a kick out of my earlier stories.
I’ve broken the first chapter into 5 posts. I hope you enjoy reading the beginning of Jake and Ella’s storyJ
No Holds Barred
What’s a woman to do when the sexy younger man she can’t forget tracks her down after a night spent celebrating her fortieth birthday? Charmed into a year of long-distance Sunday morning calls, Raphella Dotti agrees to spend a sensual week with Jake Truhorn, exploring all of her no-holds-barred-anything-goes, fantasies.
Jake doesn’t understand why anyone would suggest that Ella diet, get a nose job or change at all. She’s smart, funny and an artist’s dream. She’s also the challenge he’s been looking for his entire life. He isn’t wasting one minute of the seven days he has to explore every one of Ella’s desires and convince her that she’s the woman he wants forever.
Ella set her empty champagne flute on the passing waiter’s tray. She didn’t need champagne to appreciate the large tuxedo-clad Viking stalking across the room but another glass would be all it took to talk her into believing that she, Raphaella Dotti, the handsome Dotti daughter, had put the determined glint in Jake Truhorn’s blue-gray eyes.
She’d caught a glimpse of the reclusive young artist’s back earlier. His signature dark blond braid trailing between his very broad shoulder blades had fascinated her and then he’d turned around. Tall, muscular and Nordic didn’t hurt.
He walked past beautiful women in designer dresses who touched him in passing, a group of Fortune 500 donors who’d flocked to the trendy Chicago gallery Snap! to support the local Inner City Youth Center by bidding on donated artwork including New York artist Truhorn’s latest mural entitled The Forgotten. He passed a harried tray-laden waiter, deftly snagging a flute of champagne while he still pinned her with is blue-gray gaze.
Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, she hummed quietly.
“You look…as if you can’t decide what to do next,” he said, insinuating the chilled stemware into her hand.
The timbre of his voice vibrated through her and she smiled. “And you look interesting.” And young.
An hour later she found out just how interesting and young he was while they were enjoying a glass of wine and oysters on the half-shell in one of Chicago’s lesser known treasures, The Wine Cellar. Jake was thirty, impressed by her passion for her job as style editor for the local city magazine Whimsy and everything from his infectious smile to his velvety voice lulled her into her favorite bit of foreplay—the chase. He was still looking into her eyes and smiling when he suggested a little exercise.
The line charmed her until they actually walked the six blocks to his hotel, his arm around her at her first shiver. The September breeze had nothing to do with her body temperature. A delicious ripple of anticipation and the Viking marauder with the hungry glint in his very determined gaze was what made her pull her black silk shawl tighter.
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