A Wee Bit O' Promo: Seniorella

Source: SIX DEGREES OF SEXY


This story has a very special roots in the 2007 Romance Divas E-book Challenge. There were some really neat entries in the challenge, and Seniorella's not the only one that found a home with a publisher. If RD holds the challenge again -- and come on, why wouldn't they? -- you should definitely get by and check out the offerings.

Last year, the stories went up on Valentine's Day, which is why Seniorella has a Valentine's theme. See? Now you've got something more to look forward to on Valentine's Day.

Seniorella
Robin L. Rotham

Once upon a time, Grace loved a dominant man. But when Jared asked for more than she was ready to give, she ran away.

And paid dearly for thirty years.

Now a birthday wish has landed her in the past and back in Jared’s bed, and this time there’s nothing she won’t do for him.

But there’s a catch. The clock is ticking on Grace’s youthful new body and she has only a few hours to explore the erotic delights of her own submission with Jared and his best friend Alec before the clock strikes twelve, returning her to a lonely future. How stupid to wish for just one more night—she should have gone for happily ever after!

Fortunately, fairy godmothers usually have contingency plans…

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And now for an excerpt that's never been posted anywhere else...

Steeling herself against the searing pleasure of his explorations, she watched the water swirling past their feet and imagined it was an icy mountain stream.

That might have worked if Jared hadn’t eased his hold on her waist and brushed his fingers over her clit.

“No fair!” she hissed at him.

“Did I give you permission to address me?”

“I was talking to myself, sir, not addressing you.”

“Somebody’s developed a very smart mouth in the space of one morning.”

Grace would have laughed then if her need weren’t so critical. God, if only he knew.

“You’re not going to freak, are you?”

Although he sounded pretty certain, Grace shook her head emphatically. She’d lived the last half of her life steeped in bitter regret over things she’d left unsaid and undone, at the trust he’d earned but she’d failed to give, and she wasn’t about to hold anything back now. For better or worse, Jared was getting all there was to have of Grace Hendrick. She belonged to him, body and soul, for the next eleven-plus hours.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, pressing a lingering kiss on her shoulder. Then he withdrew from her and aimed the showerhead at the wall before turning her to face him. “But first things first.”

She wasn’t the least bit surprised when he picked up a can of shaving cream from the edge of the tub and squirted a mound of white foam into his palm. Crouching, he spread it over her neatly trimmed bush. Then he reached back and produced a wicked-looking straightedge razor.

Grace’s hand flew to cover her crotch. Questioning him probably wasn’t the sensible thing to do, but she couldn’t help it. “There’s a perfectly good safety razor on the caddy,” she said tentatively.

He studied her face for a moment. “Do you trust me, Grace?”

Tears sprang to her eyes and she removed her hand without a word.

© 2007 Robin L. Rotham

Seniorella is available now at Ellora's Cave.

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