As most readers will have worked out from my books, I love
summer, the hot weather, the beach, and walking through national parks. For
some years I’ve enjoyed swimming at a local, large Aquatic Center. One day as I
was swimming up and down in my lane (the slow lane, sadly, not the fast lane,
or even the medium lane), I started thinking that an Aquatic Center would be a
mighty fine place to meet Mr. Right. After all, there’s plenty of brawny, naked
chests, quite a lot of young, good-looking, ultra-fit life guards, and lots of
sweaty, delicious muscles in the gym. The only surprising part of my decision
was that I hadn’t thought of doing it long ago.
So I started writing the “Wet and Willing” series right
there and then (in my head) as I swam. I expected it to be a paranormal series,
as I’ve been writing a lot of paranormal stories lately, but the characters
stayed firmly fixed in the here and now, showing no unusual abilities, remaining
stolidly contemporary. Hey, that’s okay. Half the time I just take dictation
from demanding characters anyway.
But then the unthinkable happened. The management of the
Aquatic Center announced it was closing so they could undertake a major
upgrade, and all the members had to find somewhere else to exercise for the
eighteen months construction would take.
WAIT!! Just wait a minute. You can’t close the Aquatic
Center! I’m in the middle of writing a series of books!!! Eighteen months! The
readers would kill me if I took eighteen months off in the middle of it!
Fortunately for my peace of mind, we were given passes to
another Aquatic Center, a little farther away, but just as big and exciting. So
the series, “Wet and Willing” was written. Thank god!
Each of these books is a complete story in itself, but
previous characters return for cameo appearances in later books.
Berengaria is a multi-published author of erotic romance:
contemporary, paranormal (magic, ghosts, vampires, fairies, dragons, and
werewolves), futuristic, medieval, and Regency-set historical. She loves to
read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: one man/one
woman; two women; two men; two men/one woman; three men, two women/one man,
three men/one woman…. Whatever the characters need for their very hot
happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it!
Book 3, the final book in the “Wet and Willing” series has
just been released.
Deb
Steele hikes through a Water Authority reservation. But houses are being built
on one section of it, and she can’t get home. She phones Kai Cole, and he and
Harry Anders come to get her. While she’s waiting for them, her cell phone
battery dies and a young man turns up on an electric scooter. When he realizes
she’s quite alone, he plans to sexually assault her. She escapes from him just
as Kai and Harry arrive.
Kai
worries about how he can protect Deborah if this man is following her, and
Harry suggests they learn karate. Kai decides the only way their beginning
threesome relationship can progress further is if they all move in together.
But,
as Deb is leaving work late that evening, the attacker jumps her once again.
Why is he after her? How can the men protect her? And will they ever have
enough time to build their friendship into a genuine relationship?
PG13 EXCERPT
Deborah tucked her phone back
in her shorts, stood up and stretched, then looked around. There was really
very little to see. The land on this side of the road was empty, not just of
houses, but also of crops and animals. “It’s hard to believe I’m still in the
city. But there’s nothing here. No farms, no houses. Just nothing.” The other
side of the road, the one she’d been hoping to turn down, was still the same
abandoned-looking industrial estate she’d been following the entire way from
where the park had once been. That was a puzzle really. Why were houses being
built on a Water Authority reservation when there was all this vacant land on
the other side of the road? She shrugged. Not her problem.
Just then she heard the faint
sound of an engine, rather like a lawn mower or something like that. She turned
and looked in every direction, but the idea of a lawn mower didn’t make sense.
However the engine sound was steadily getting louder so she walked the few
paces needed so she could look down Hillside View Road. Sure enough, there was
a motorized scooter whizzing down the road toward her.
“Huh. If I’d just been patient
I’d have found out where I was and how to get home. I wonder who this is and
where they live.” She still couldn’t see any houses. Hillside View looked
completely empty apart from the scooter, which was getting much louder and
bigger as it approached.
The man riding on it looked to
be large for such a small vehicle, but she guessed he was into gadgets or
whatever. He was quite young, and spoke before the little scooter had even
stopped. “Who are you, and why are you here?”
“My name’s Deborah, and I was
hiking through the Water Authority reservation, but they’ve built houses on it
back down there. What’s the name of this road?”
“You’re all alone?” he asked.
Worry sparked along Deborah’s
spine at that question. He’d made no attempt to say who he was or to answer her
question.
“Of course not. My two friends
will be back in a minute.”
“You’re lying. You’re all alone,
and you’re mine. I’m gonna fuck you ’til your eyeballs pop out. I’ve been
needing a woman for a while.” He stepped off the scooter, letting it drop to
the ground, unzipping his jeans as he spoke.
Deborah weighed up her choices.
Running wouldn’t be smart. He’d soon catch up to her on his scooter, and she
didn’t know which direction to take anyway. She needed to run toward Kai and
Harry but had no idea whether they’d arrive from her right or her left.
However, Kai had said five minutes, and that time must be just about up. They’d
be here very soon, so all she needed to do was keep him talking.
“Before we fuck, we should get
to know each other a little. My name’s Deborah. What’s yours?”
“I’m not stupid. I’m not
telling you my name. And I’ve got a condom so you won’t catch me with DNA
either,” he said moving toward her with a leer on his face and his arms
outstretched.
“But sex is so much better if
you talk to each other and build up a rapport first,” she said a little
desperately, trying to move away from him without making it too obvious.
“Bullshit. Women are just holes
to be filled. Men are the superior beings.”
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2 comments:
Thanks for being a guest Berengaria! The book sounds HOT!!!!
Lovely excerpt and great that you got to continue your exercise uninterrupted.
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