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Thank you so much for having me on your blog!
Who hasn’t been infatuated with a sexy poster
boy – actor, pop star, or football hero – even though he was unobtainable? The heroine
in my Hot Model Mine series is a thriving author and hard-working mother
nearing her forties. Tough, independent, and having long ago lost faith in love,
she dismisses her crush on the cover model of her book to protect herself. What
then can she do when that gorgeous young man surprisingly falls for her, too?
I hope you enjoy this tale of ‘impossible’ love,
dead-honest and written with my heart.
BLURB:
When
Andrea Johnson, writing as author Cindy Vega, signed up for a Meet
& Greet with the cover model of her latest book, she didn’t expect sparks
to fly. Yushka is dangerously good-looking and too young for her. But
their connection is instantaneous, and during a photo shoot with the two,
the photographer picks up on their growing attraction. Seeing the potential
for the cover photo of the century, he decides to push their
comfort limits...
EXCERPT:
An assistant calls Yushka’s name. Bare-chested, the Asian hunk appears
from a group of models, strolls to the spotlights, and waits in front of the
camera with the confident stance of a professional.
The whole place quiets as if in awe. He’s unbelievably beautiful with
his tanned, bulging muscles and washboard-abs-to-die-for. When photographer
Lemaître asks him to undo his hair, a black waterfall lands on his shoulders
and down his back. A few muffled feminine squeals fill the silence.
One by one, authors whose books he appears on get a few pictures taken
with him in flattering positions, wrapping their arms around his back or
swallowed up in his embrace, beaming like schoolgirls at their first prom.
Jealousy rips through me so violently I can barely breathe, but my time
is up soon, and I hate that even more. I’m non-photogenic, and seeing pictures
of myself makes me sick. I’ve chosen a sexy, black top and matching short skirt
for the occasion, but looking my best doesn’t help. My stomach ties in a knot.
“Cindy Vega,” an assistant calls.
Fuck, that’s me. I’m dead.
“Go,” Laurie says, giving me a small push.
All muscles tense, I leave my safe corner and join Yushka. He greets me
with a placid face, but from the warmth in his pupils, I get a feeling he’s
glad to see me. Side by side, narrowing our eyes from the piercing light, we
face Lemaître and wait for orders.
Damn. Being so near Yushka’s naked torso is unbearable, as is the heat
from the lamps shining on us. Sweat beads roll down the sides of my chest,
between my breasts. He endures, too. A thin film of sweat coats his golden
skin, making it glow, but he doesn’t seem bothered.
Lemaître clears his throat. “Bon.
Stand a little closer. Cindy, this is for Eden Luna Publishing’s website.
Officially, we want authors happily meeting their cover models, but off the
record, we want sensual, we want heat. Readers will get off seeing your
pictures like they do reading your books.”
Stiff as a rod, I nod agreement. I’d half expected this. Problem is, I
hate being in the spotlight with so many people watching, and I hate the notion
of having my photo all over the internet.
“Sooo,” he continues, “I will ask you to just stand like this, facing
me, and smile. That is all. Yushka knows what he has to do.”
“Okay.”
Turning to my side, Yushka puts a hot hand on my stomach and the other
on the small of my back. Though light, his touches destabilize me, as does the
warm, musky scent sneaking to my nostrils.
“Closer,” Lemaître orders. “Bodily contact.”
Shit, I’m fucked.
The stud radiates heat as he approaches, sweaty chest sticking to my
arm, heart beating against my skin. His crotch barely brushes my hip, but each
pore in my body becomes acutely aware of him, on high alert. As last night’s
intense arousal replays in all of me, my inner thighs clench with renewed want.
Whispers and low chuckles sound from both sides of the vast lobby. I try
to forget the hundred eyes following my every move, but can’t help being
distracted, bathed in full light and painfully self-conscious.
“That is better.” Like a shooting gun, Lemaître’s camera clicks and the
flash blinds me repetitively. “Now, give him a smile, Cindy. You know the kind
I want.”
My throat so dry I can’t speak, I turn to Yushka.
He’s very near, inches from my face, black pupils gleaming with
mischief. Sweat pearls on his face, making him look sexier than ever. Long,
black hairs glue to his forehead and cheeks. He smells of soap, his close shave
making him look baby-faced.
Seemingly at ease, the heaving of his chest regular, he stares into my
eyes. I can’t believe his confidence. Modelling is his profession, but how does
he stay so fucking calm?
“You wanna give me a smile?” he whispers, warm breaths brushing my chin.
Behind me, his large hand sneaks lower and palms my butt cheek. With that and
his other fingers splaying on my stomach, he pulls me to him, making me feel
the entire length and…hardness…of his cock on my hip.
I suck in a breath.
His lips curl up in a self-satisfied grin. “Hm, Andrea? You wanna give me a smile?”
Oh my fucking God. I can’t help but obey while my insides go up in
flames.
Flashing his teeth, he kneads my ass with a strong hand and pushes his
full erection against me. He knows what he’s doing, the devil. He knows slowly
rubbing me with his cock turns my pussy to burning liquid.
Somewhere, a feminine gasp breaks the silence, followed by contained
laughter.
“Très bien, we have a smile,”
Lemaître says, camera clicking, flash shooting. “Thank you, Cindy, that will be
enough. Next!”
Still grinning and holding my look, Yushka slowly backs off, leaving
chillier air between us.
I’m frozen. In shock, lust, need.
“Come on, move it!” Lemaître calls. “We don’t have all day.”
No shit.
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I like my reads
fast, hot, and edgy, and strive to give my own stories the same intensity.
After venturing into dirty inner-city crime drama with my debut novel Wild
Hearted, I divide my writing time between psychological thriller, erotic
contemporary romance, and dripping erotica.
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