Please help me welcome Cassandre Dayne for a taste of something...Well, tempting:
WHAT IT IS ABOUT CRAVING SOMETHING YOU CAN’T HAVE THAT’S SO TASTY?
We’ve all experienced that wicked desire. Perhaps you long for the scarlet red Corvette that you’ve been pining away for since you learned how to drive. Then there’s the vacation home on the very saucy French side of St. Maartin high on the rocky hillside that overlooks the Cerulean blue ocean. You were lucky enough to visit the steamy location with your gal
pals when you were younger, enjoying the eye candy on Orient Beach. Now you have a vivid color picture forever attached to your refrigerator reminding you that you will own that very house one day.
Then there’s that man… You know what guy I’m talking about. Maybe he was the stunning football captain in college that never gave you the time of day or your boss, a hunk of a man with no interest for anything but his profession. For some reason the attraction is too delicious to resist. So, what is
your craving? For me it’s men with a sexy accent and a Harley to ride into the sunset with. Somehow those two sensual attributes continue to re-appear in my stories.
Isn’t there something delicious about a man with an Australian accent that is simply breathtaking? I write in several genres including erotic of course and decided to combine two of them in on going stories. The Flamingo Rustler is a fictional bar and grill located in Virginia that houses a man-cave called Lucifer’s Lair. It’s owned by one very sexy six foot something blond haired Aussie named Mick St. Simon. Not only is he a swaggering hottie with sex appeal but he’s also a Harley ridin’ man that loves the ladies. A good egg, it’s his intelligence and kind will that keeps the locals coming in for sizzling island food and freshly prepared drink creations.
It’s the perfect backdrop to my first story that bridges the campy murder mystery series I write as
Dakotah Black with the erotic stories I pen as Cassandre Dayne. Wicked Wager Among Friends –
Tales From Lucifer’s Lair is about wanting someone that has only been a friend. Veronica was unsure of what to do to try and get Travis to look at her as something else other than a friend. What did she come up with? A pool game in the Lair where the stakes are sexually charged and the
winner will literally take all. Of course…there is an almost insurmountable problem.
While Travis told her he is bi-sexual, the truth is, he has never been with a woman before and is terrified of her proposal. So what does she do? Well what any red-blooded woman that hungers for a tasty treat would do, she entices him with her feminine wiles. Hmmm… just a little morsel for you.
“You don’t think you can get it up?” she blurted out the words without thinking and noticed immediately his embarrassed as hell look as his cheeks flushed and tiny goose bumps broke out on his arms. Holy shit this could not be happening. Veronica had not just placed her carnal yearnings out on a limb for
every man to hear and be so freaking wrong.
Travis nodded and they both heard the thump, thump, thump of his heart beating against his chest. “Why is it suddenly so damn hot in this place?”
Veronica hadn’t thought about that one little potential problem after the way he told her about his desires. He had laid them out in vivid detail and they were so erotic and kinky in nature that she had no doubt he wanted her. Now this? She wasn’t stupid and knew that entering into a relationship was something much larger than perhaps they were ready for, but delving into the things they had talked about was something else entirely. She never imagined he couldn’t get it up for her. Well, that little thought drove her over the edge of reason and kicked in her natural instincts to best the challenge in front of her. “Okay. Let me think here Travis.” She glanced at the crowd. It seemed every man was daring her to do something.
Lucifer had darkened the lights in the room so that other than the three television sets and the lights over the pool tables, the place was the ultimate man cave and perfect for shadowing what she was about to do. She sighed knowing that whatever move she made could damage their relationship permanently, yet she could not tread lightly any longer.
Undaunted, it was time to pull out the big damn guns. She set down her drink and took him by the hand. They were both trembling and her mind raced around what to do to convince him or perhaps herself. “Come with me.”
“Shut up for once.” Veronica dragged him in the darkest corner of the room and pushed his tense body against a wall with enough force his eyes flew open. She had never been aggressive with any male, but she was going to lose him if she didn’t do something rash to gain his attention. There was no doubt in her mind that she simply had to unleash the burning desire that she had seen glimpses of for her. She knew by the look in his eyes, the beast wanted out.
“I said shut the hell up friend.” She nibbled on her bottom lip trying to figure out how to go about this. She sighed. Jumping in with both feet mentally, she slid her body against his and pressed him tightly against the wall. Her breasts hit him squarely in the middle of his chest. She purred and dangled her fingers around his waist. Inviting. Begging.
“Veronica.” His voice was barely a whisper.
She tucked her fingers around a lose strand of his gorgeous hair and eased her face toward his. Their mouths met easily and she crushed hers onto the softest pair of sensuous lips that she had ever tasted. Supple and sweet, they were like the freshest cherries plucked in the heat of summer. Yum. Oh dear lord let his body respond. She parted his lips with her tongue and eased her hands up to his solid chest, palming his breasts over his crisp linen shirt. She worked her tongue deep inside, kissing him hard and wild from all the years of pent up obsession, and while he didn’t resist, he wasn’t pawing at her either.
Had they both been so mistaken all these months of teasing and tempting?
Travis remained completely still and as uncomfortable as she had ever seen him, quivering. Shaking. Finally he moaned, yielding to her touch.
Veronica could tell that every nerve in his body raced with a fever that his body was unable to contain. Fear and desire ran rampantly, speeding into full throttle.
He broke the kiss gently, his voice remaining husky. “Veronica. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Hurt me? Travis, I’m not fragile. I know what you need and what you crave and I can be that girl, for both you and Jonathan. If that’s what you want.” Just saying the words meant so much to her. Repressed her entire life, this event was nothing short of extraordinary and so very exciting. She pressed her hips into his and slid her groin across the slight bulge in his jeans. Her fingers danced through the unbuttoned shirt, casually tracing a line down through his soft chest hairs. She felt the first pulsing of his cock pressing into her. Becoming famished, she was like a kid in a candy store showing the young boy how a woman could tease him, play with him and bring him to new heights of pleasure. Gingerly, she feathered her lips across his until the heat between them fueled a fire that burned deep within.
Hmmm – I think she might have gotten his attention. The next time you think that that intense desire is one you will never achieve, just remember Veronica and her daunting task and ask yourself…what kind of a Wicked Wager just might achieve your goal?
Thanks so much Lindsay for having me! It’s been a lot of fun.
And the video trailer:
*Fans self* Phew, that was hot. Thanks for stopping by, Cassandre! Be sure and check out her releases at Rebel Ink Press!