Sneak Peek Sunday today is from my WIP a short .....18+

Sneak Peek Sunday and a quick look at my newest WIP a vampire erotic short



 
Beta teaser for Sneak Peek Sunday from my WIP.
I wrote this short for an anthology submission. I had an idea but couldn't see it as longer than a short story. As I wrote, I discovered I would have liked to make it far longer than the 10K limit. It's currently in editing. 18+ only

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A Little Mysterious (Excerpt)

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It took four weeks for the customer to speak to Daisy apart from giving his two orders. During those weeks, he watched her serve at the bar. She felt his eyes on her. When she was out at the tables clearing the used dishes she would secretly look at him. She found him so attractive her heartbeat would speed up when she saw him push the smoked glass door open, and enter the bar.

He was unusually pale. His hair was blond and his eyes a shade of ice blue so that the overall impression of him was ethereal. When he had first walked in six weeks ago, he wore square, black sunglasses. His overcoat was heavy and black too. His collar was turned up and the sleeves were so long they almost covered his hands. The weather had warmed considerably since then. He kept the sunglasses, but now wore a black jacket over his black jeans.

Daisy liked the way his eyes were fringed with long dark eyelashes. She thought he wore kohl until she was close to him talking, when she saw his eyelash line was naturally dark. He was very good looking. His mouth was enticing. Daisy longed to run her fingertip over those perfectly shaped lips. He was tall and muscled. He wore a gray marl T-shirt under the jacket. He never wore anything different. Daisy wondered if it was a uniform of some kind.

In the past two weeks, she had learned that his name was Dhruv. It added to his strangeness. Daisy had never heard the name ever before and found it exciting. He told her he was just passing through the town, and Daisy laughed saying he’d been around a fair few weeks to be passing through. They had not exchanged other personal information and only made small talk.

Tonight it was past nine when he walked in.


Chapter Two


He walked in behind a group of other people and straight to the counter. There were no free stools, but bizarrely as he stood in the gap between one row of four and another, two people stood up leaving their newly served drinks and left. Dhruv sat down and waited until she approached him. He declined service from her colleague and it made Daisy smile. “Hi Dhruv, what can I get you?” She gave him a special look. It said he could ask for anything he wanted.
 Dhruv waited for a few seconds before he answered. He leaned on the counter top with his elbows and returned her look. “I think you know, Daisy.” There was more said in his tone of voice than the words.

They gazed at each other. Daisy was mesmerized by his beauty. She gave an involuntary sigh as she looked at him. She wanted him so badly it made her dizzy. Each night she thought about him as she lay in bed waiting for sleep to overtake her. He would kiss her, not waiting long to put his hand inside her panties and feel her. Feel the throb between her legs, as she got wet wanting his fingers in her, wanting his cock in her. It made her needy and she sometimes had to reach her fingers down and stroke her clit for relief.


 


Welcome to Mary Wehr

Hi Mary it's great to see you,



Thanks so much for hosting me, Elodie. I love reading stories with Alpha heros and sassy heroines. Lately, I’ve been reading Domestic Discipline/Head of the Household romances and love the fact that each one I’ve read so far has an Alpha hero who is centered on loving and protecting his lady. LOL, even if it’s from herself. He doesn’t take away her spirit or her independence, but will have a lot to say if she places herself in harm’s way.



Callie Shaw was all set to enter into a Head of the Household marriage with Brandon Clay. What lady could refuse to be disciplined by the tall, hot, sexy lawyer? But first she needed to put her boss in his place. Her suspicions were all she had to go on but she wouldn’t rest until she found proof and Harry Bailey ended up in jail for sexual harassment.
Brandon was up to his neck in trouble and one tiny redhead with shocking green eyes possessed the tendency to get under his skin. He’d let things slide too far. But when Callie puts her safety on the line, Brandon intends to show her who’s boss.

Excerpt
The firm clip of footsteps echoed down the small hallway leading to her bedroom then the sound stopped abruptly and all was silent. Callie shivered.  He was in the room. The air around her took on a more masculine scent, but she was wise enough to keep her place. She didn’t need to see what he was doing. The rasp of a belt being unbuckled was enough to make her buttocks clench. She bit her bottom lip. He had yet to use an inanimate object on her body. 
“Please.” A tear slid down her cheek and settled between her unbound breasts. “I’m so sorry I lied to you.” Heat radiated from behind her. He was so close his breath skittered across the nape of her neck. Her nipples tightened. If she was smart, she’d be scared.
 “Make sure you apologize to Jenny and Rick as well,” he replied gruffly.
Callie’s shoulders slumped at the mention of her sister and brother-in-law.  Jenny was relieved to know her younger sister was quitting her job as a cocktail waitress. Rick was like the brother she’d always wanted.  All she’d accomplished with her recklessness was hurting the only two people she had left in her family. Most importantly, she hurt the man she loved.
“Turn around.”
 Callie did as she was told.
With belt in hand, Brandon reached the bed in three determined strides. He situated his large frame on the mattress and patted his thighs. He was a force to be reckoned with. No matter how much she cried there would be no reprieve this night.  Callie hesitated for a moment. Once more she pleaded by blinking her tear filled eyes but Brandon’s demeanor remained stoic.
“Don’t make me come and get you, young lady.”

About the author Mary Wehr,
Mary Wehr has always been an avid reader of romance novels and dreamed of someday writing one of her own. After years of dreaming about it, she finally did it. She lives in northeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, pet dove, and guinea pig. She has one grown daughter. Mary has a soft spot for animals. She’s a nature lover and when the weather is warm she can most often be found outdoors.
She'd love to hear from you. 
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Hi to romance author Vallory Vance

Welcome to the blog Vallory,



Thank you, Elodie, for hosting me today and thanks again for helping with my phrasing.

When I was writing my latest release, Dèjá Vu, I wanted something very British for my heroine’s mother to say. Even though Sherrie St. Claire has lived in the US for over thirty years, I thought she’d still maintain a phrase or two from growing up in England.

Now keep in mind, before I tell you what my original phrase was – I’ve never left North America. Canada and Mexico are as far as my international travels have taken me. And my knowledge of British English is limited to a DVD of Absolutely Fabulous: Series 1.

With that said, my phrase was – Are you putting me on? (meaning Are you joking?)

Elodie’s suggestion – Are you joking?

So what’s the very British saying for my heroine’s mom in the next installment of The Rose Gold Collection? I’m opening the floor for suggestions, comment with a phrase for a chance to have it included in the next novel with a special acknowledgment of thanks from me.


A little about Dèjá Vu to get you thinking:


Darcey St. Claire is never surprised when a man is attracted to her. In fact, her style revolves around that assumption. From her short skirts to her thigh-high boots to her flirty laugh, Darcey flits along the edge of provocation to sell the overpriced services of the Hayden Court Hotel and afford her the spot as top Sales Manager.
So the lustful looks Vincent Guidry cast in her direction didn't faze her. It was the feeling of déjà vu creeping up her spine that made her run at breakneck speed away from the handsome former quarterback.
And she wouldn't have ever sought him out again. Not for herself. But there was someone else to consider…






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