I’m so happy to be here on Words Without Limits. I’d love to tell you a little about the inspiration for my latest contemporary erotic romance, Alaskan Exposure. Most of the time I’m inspired by some nugget of a dream or a scene will pop into my head and from there I develop a story. That was not the case with Alaskan Exposure. Nope. This book was inspired by a flesh and blood man. He was hot. He was smart. And best of all, he was real!

I know you’re thinking, that A.S. is a nut-case. Here’s what happened. My husband and I went on an anniversary trip last year. We took a cruise to Alaska with two other couples. Alaska is stunningly beautiful and we had the most amazing time. My husband had heard that it was possible to take a tour of the ships bridge and he really wanted to do it. The man loves women and found a very tall, very pretty blonde officer to ask about the tour. Don’t fret now, I was present for the flirting. 😉 Anyway the very nice lady, set up a bridge tour for the two of us and our friends. When we arrive at the bridge the tour is given by the ship’s first officer.

I don’t want to be melodramatic, but he was so good looking I could barely speak. Dark blond hair, six feet tall, slim, muscular and with the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen. I mean to tell you, he was HOT! My girlfriends and I were all gape-mouthed fools staring at this poor young man.

Good thing my husband had a lot of technical questions about the ship. He even asked questions about becoming a career merchant marine. YUM! I took it all in, made a few mental notes (mostly about his beautiful blue eyes) and by the time we left the ship, I had the makings of a new book in my head. That’s what I call revving up the old muse.

Since I know your readers like things a little hot, here’s an excerpt just for Words Without Limits.

From Alaskan Exposure

She tried to keep from trembling in his arms. His body heat infused her skin and her nipples pressed uncomfortably against the fabric of her dress. Even in her arousal, she questioned the wisdom of an affair. Kyle being a man who likely had women begging to go to bed with him daily was compounded by all the things her ex-husband had drilled into her head. She didn’t want to embarrass herself.

It was a mistake. She knew it before she’d come, yet she was here in the stateroom of a merchant marine who’d probably fucked a thousand different women and never had a regret in his life.

“You don’t have to be here.”

“Damn.” Pushing him slightly away, she sat down on the end of the bed.

Kyle sat down next to her. Taking her hand in his, he kissed the knuckles. “I’m sorry. I bullied you. Of course you don’t want to be here.”

Why did he have to be so sweet? If he’d gotten angry or offended, she could get up and walk away knowing she’d made the right choice.

His lips, even on that innocent part of her skin, were a torch that sent heat to her entire body and settled deliciously between her legs. “Oh, I want to, I’m just too much of a coward to go through with it. I should never have come. I’ve made you uncomfortable and embarrassed myself.”

Charley leaned over and put her head in her hands. She wished she could crawl under the bed and away from his beautiful blue eyes. Once again, she wished she were more like Jules.

“Look at me.”

Sitting up, she did as he said.

One side of his mouth turned up in that sexy half smile. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Maybe my friend Jules can make it up to you. She wouldn’t have any problems with this kind of an affair.”

His eyebrows rose. “Would she have a problem with you selling her as compensation?”

Her face burned with a renewed blush. “Oh shit. Yes. Well, maybe not, but it’s still not the nicest idea I’ve ever had.”

They both laughed.

He touched her cheek. “She is very pretty, but I don’t want Jules. I want you, Charley.”

When he leaned forward and his lips touched hers, she melted into his kiss. Instead of escalating her fears, his mouth wiped them from her mind. His lips were soft and firm at the same time. The kiss was sweet and demanding. His tongue traced a path along the seam of her lips begging entry. Charley softened her mouth and let him in.

She couldn’t stop the moan that ground out of her chest as their tongues met. He swirled playfully inside her mouth and she responded edging closer. His arms slipped around her pulling her tight. One caressed her back while the other combed through her hair and gripped her skull.

Her pussy ached for relief. “Kyle…” She wanted to tell him what she needed but the words stuck in her throat.

He kissed her chin, cheek and jaw, each time sliding back to make love to her lips. “Charley?”

“Hmm?”

“If you really want to leave, now would be the time to do it.”

“No.”

The one-word plea stopped him dead. She opened her eyes and watched as his passion warred with his next words. His breath came hard, and when she looked lower she could see his cock pressing against the fly of his trousers. “No to this, or no to leaving?”

For the first time in her life, she made a decision that was not the safe one. She moved her hand to rest lightly on his shaft, felt it jerk beneath her fingers and traced a path from the tip to the base through the soft fabric.

Kyle’s breath came out as a hiss. He didn’t move, only watched her other hand join the first and fumble with his button and zipper until she pulled it down. A pair of black boxer-briefs was all that stood between her hands and the hard, hot flesh of his cock.

She looked from his bulging crotch to his impassioned eyes. “I never do this kind of thing.”

“I know.” His lips pressed to hers and nipped at her bottom lip. One strong hand slid behind her neck and tugged at the bow of material that secured the halter top of her dress. It came apart easily, exposing her braless breasts to him. His hand immediately covered one. His fingers grazed the nipple and she moaned deeply as the sensations shot directly to her pussy.