Blizzard, my new very short, very HOT story for Decadent Publishing’s The Edge erotica line actually began to pop into my head during a couple of long drives on the New York State Thruway, one on a gorgeous Indian summer fall day when the highway was alive in spectacular fall color and the rest stops were dotted with farmer’s markets featuring apples and corn and tomatoes and all sorts of breads. And one in absolutely terrifying weather.
These days my car radio is most often tuned to news channels. But as soon as I’m out of the metropolitan area radio frequency, I pop in the Bruce CDs. There is no one better to drive to than Bruce. Thunder Road. Born to Run. Backstreets. Racing in the Street. Out in the Street. Pink Cadillac. And zillions more. These are car songs. I tend to put pedal to the metal when they’re are on.
But it’s the slow ballads that give me the chills. And some of the romantic rockers, too. My drive-fantasy playlist:
1. Because the Night
2. Drive All Night
3. I’m On Fire
And for BLIZZARD…it’s Rendezvous.
Mandy Malone ditches her pharmaceutical convention and the married male colleagues hitting on her to hurry home to her waiting family. But she doesn’t bank on the blizzard that forces her off the road and into a deserted rest stop. When she meets another road refugee, their attraction is immediate and molten hot. Suddenly, getting stranded doesn’t seem like such bad luck after all.
Although totally unprepared for Mandy’s unvarnished proposition, Jack is intrigued by the erotic offer of a promising night of no-questions-asked sex. But when he notices the wedding band on Mandy’s finger, will he forego the lure of a torrid clandestine affair, or give in to the fantasy of blazing hot sex on a wintry night?
She rooted around in her handbag again, on the off chance she’d missed something useful to her current situation.
“Is this what you’re looking for, lady?”
Mandy glanced up, startled by the deep, rumbling baritone that echoed loudly in the fairly quiet building. And even more startled by the tall, gorgeous hunk of manhood bundled into a down parka standing next to her table.
I could totally jump him. Right here. Right now.
From nowhere, steamy erotic images of what she wanted to do with the man leaped unbidden into her head. She’d never felt such instant attraction to anyone, such a frantic desire. Maybe it was a reaction to her frightening experience on the Thruway. Or maybe something else created the overpowering chemistry.
Besides being the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on, he held out a battery-operated pocket charger. A sigh escaped her as he stared down at her.
“It’s not the only thing I’m looking for.” Her voice, husky and sultry, and laden with blatant sexual innuendo, shocked her. Where had those words come from? Nearly alone with him in the deserted rest stop…and still she felt…safe.
“Yeah?” The man removed his parka, revealing a plaid flannel shirt, the triangle of a white, cold-weather T-shirt peeping from the open neckline. When he raised his arms, thick bands of muscle rippled across his chest, beneath the layers of fabric. He riveted her with brilliant azure eyes, bluer than a lake under the summer’s sun. His hair, which curled a bit boyishly at his temples, resembled a wet beach, light, dirty brown, with shimmering bronze threads straggling through the locks. But this was no boy. No, indeed.
God. Gorgeous did not even begin to cover it. The longer he looked at her, the hotter she became. So hot she suddenly felt she’d do anything, dare anything with this man.
*GIVEAWAY: Taryn is giving one lucky commenter their choice of any of her backlist titles (not including Blizzard or Frost) plus some awesome swag! Just leave a comment by 11:59PM on March 10, 2013*