September 11 2015

Carlos & Casey and When in Rome Blog Tour @EmberLeighAuth @_BookMistress

Carlos & Casey

and

When in Rome

By Ember Leigh

 

We are touring with Books 1 and 2 of the series, but there is also a sneak peek at book 3!!

About the Books

 

CARLOS & CASEY

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Join two ex-lovers, four years after their last romp. When a work trip brings Casey back into Carlos’ territory, she knows she’d have him right there in the airport parking lot. But Carlos doesn’t seem so eager. Unsure of herself post-divorce, Casey knows only one thing: she wants this man as much as she did the last time she saw him. And she’s more than ready to relive every saucy adventure they had together. Can the sparks be salvaged, or has time left them behind?

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WHEN IN ROME

When In Rome by Ember Leigh Cover

“When in Rome, do as the Romans do”…right? Alexandra is a travel junkie and foreign air aficionado. When she finally decides to do Rome, she never thought it would involve a hot Italian, too. What’s a girl to do when a desire to see the world and instant lust collide in the middle of one of the most popular touristic destinations in the world? Just DO the Roman!

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SNEAK PEEK BOOK #3

TURKISH DELIGHT

All the female staffers go wild for Kadir when he arrives in the USA to compete in a reality dance competition. A Turkish soap opera star with eyes that could melt snow, he’s got the women clawing for his attention— except Jenna. She wants no part of the hullabaloo. Though she can’t help wondering if tasting this sexy Turkish Delight might be worth bending the rules a little…

 

About the Author

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Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently resides in South America with her Argentinean partner, a detail she uses to justify her Bachelor’s degree in Latin American Literature. In addition to romance novels, she also writes travel articles, maintains three blogs, and continually attempts to complete a mildly-gripping short story. In her free time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, travels the world, and eats lots of vegetables.

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Twitter: @EmberLeighAuth

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TOP TEN FACTS about TRAVEL

with Ember Leigh

My short story series, Erotic Destinations, is all about world travel and steamy encounters. As a world traveller myself, how could I not start a series dedicated to one of my most favourite activities in the world—seeing the world itself? My latest release ‘When In Rome’ came out last month, and the next instalment, Turkish Delight, is due out later this month. If you weren’t seduced by the mention of world travel, Rome, or Turkey, then I don’t know what to tell you. Just kidding! Here’s a top ten list of interesting travel facts to convince you to take a peek at my series, where you can travel the world, one lover at a time!

  1. France is the most visited country in the world, according to International Business Times (http://www.ibtimes.com/10-most-visited-countries-world-1253315). Probably has something to do with Paris…or the wine country…or that irresistible French accent. Ooh la la!
  2. There are 61,000 people flying in the air over the USA at any given time, on any given day (http://www.surpriseride.com/blog/extra-fun/24-fun-facts-aviation/). That’s a huge amount! Will you be one of them soon? And what will your purpose be? A business trip that ends up reuniting with an old lover, like Casey in Book #1, Carlos & Casey? Or like Alexandra in Book #2, When In Rome, who leaves sunny CA to begin a backpacking trip through Europe?
  3. It is illegal to feed the pigeons on the streets of San Francisco, California. (http://www.sfgate.com/bayarea/article/Feeding-birds-isn-t-good-for-them-or-us-4685087.php) I can see this leading to a very interesting Erotic Destinations installment down the road…an unsuspecting foreign tourist to the USA feeding the pigeons, getting arrested, and ultimately falling in the love with the American cop who arrests him…ahhh, love!
  4. The most remote travel destination in the world is Mongolia, where the population density is four people per square mile. (http://www.worldatlas.com/articles/100001-the-10-least-densely-populated-places-in-the-world-2015) Now that’s what I call a remote romance!
  5. All the money that is tossed into Rome’s Trevi Fountain is collected (http://luxeadventuretraveler.com/legend-of-the-trevi-fountain/) and donated to various charities. Just imagine how many tourists stop by the fountain every day! And if each one tosses a euro…? That’s some major bucks. Er…euros. I didn’t know this when I went to Rome myself, but I feel better about the euros I flipped into that famous fountain!
  6. The longest flight in the world is from Sydney to Dallas, lasting 16 hours and covering 8,500 miles in distance. But beginning in February 2016, Emirates plans to offer a non-stop flight from Panama City to Dubia, which will clock in at 17.5 hours. (http://www.businessinsider.com/10-longest-non-stop-commercial-flights-2015-8). That’s juuuust long enough to enter the Mile-High Club a few times over. Or, you know, puke endlessly into a bag if you have air sickness.
  7. Travel can make you happier (http://www.forbes.com/sites/hbsworkingknowledge/2013/08/05/want-to-buy-happiness-purchase-an-experience/) than spending money on material goods. I don’t know if this is always the case, but at least I can attest to this! I sold all my belongings three years ago to begin traveling the world…and haven’t stopped since. And I think I’m pretty darn happy.
  8. The couple that travels together, stays together. According to The Examiner (http://www.examiner.com/article/studiy-shows-health-wellness-relationship-benefits-of-travel-effect), “Couples who travel together believe that travel positively impacts their relationship in a number of different ways, from increasing their intimacy to increasing their chances of staying together for the long-run.” I think there’s something to this! My partner and I met years ago in Chile, and then started traveling the world together. Since then, we’ve hit a bunch of countries, and lived through some pretty crazy things. And just last month, we tied the knot!
  9. Austrian citizens are guaranteed a legal minimum of 22 paid vacation days and 13 paid holidays each year. Oh, if only the United States would do the same! We might be more refreshed, and less worked-to-death…(http://www.usatoday.com/story/money/business/2013/06/08/countries-most-vacation-days/2400193/)
  10. Honolulu is the only place in the entire USA with a palace. Originally the home of the monarchs when Hawaii was a sovereign nation, the last resident heir, King Kalakaua, was nicknamed “The Merrie Monarch” for his penchant for world travel, fun parties, and music and dancing. (http://www.creators.com/lifestylefeatures/travel/travel-and-adventure/touring-iolani-palace-the-only-royal-palace-on-u-s-soil.html) Sounds like my kind of guy! Too bad he died in 1891—I would have loved to hang with him.

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Excerpt

CARLOS & CASEY

Her breath caught as she followed him up the staircase, tucked to the far side of the house. Carlos had always been fit enough, but it looked like he’d taken up some new form of exercise in the past four years. He was beefier, yet still lean. His ass moved round and tight in front of her as they climbed the stairs. At the landing, he gestured in front of them.

“This is my studio, but it’s all yours for tonight.”

It was a rec room that took up the whole second floor, and far more standard male than the ground floor alluded to. Movie posters, gaming systems, books scattered on floors and coffee tables, and, off to one side, the trumpet, asleep in a bed of sheet music. In the corner there was an overstuffed couch just about as wide as she was long – it would be great to sleep on, even better if he could bend her over that armrest and fuck her until dinner was ready.

She cleared her throat, deciding adult friendships could be fun, even after four questionable years. “I thought I’d be sharing a bed with you?” She tried to keep her tone playful as she sauntered toward the couch. She tossed him a smile and she caught a glimpse of him looking very stricken. Shit. Too far. Things are too different now. Abort!

Maybe too much time had passed in general. Maybe he was courting a girl and wanted to take it slow with her. Maybe he no longer found her attractive, four years becoming the dagger in the heart. Maybe he’d become celibate, or found her life too normal and boring. There was a whole list of reasons why she shouldn’t make the first move.

“I was just joking,” she said after a moment, rolling her eyes. “Come on, lighten up.”

He exhaled slowly, looking down at the ground as his tongue found the corner of his mouth. “I know it was a joke, Case.”

“In case you forgot, we used to share a bed.” She looked at him pointedly, already horrified that the words were coming from her lips. What was she getting at? Who had authorized this dialogue?

He squeezed his eyes shut and laughed softly. “Oh, I remember.”

 

WHEN IN ROME

He pulls me toward the inner rail, and points to the upper rim of the Coliseum. The heat of his palm against my low back sends shivers through me. A lip of arches is topped with a low wall, dotted with boxy windows. In one section, the wall has crumbled away. The clear blue Roman sky breaks through. “Now that is where, honest to God, they installed a …what do you call it? The device to listen to conversations about the dissolution of the Roman Empire.”

I snort. “Wiretaps in the 1500’s. I totally believe that.”

“Hey, I’m Italian.” He flashes a cheesy grin. “You have to believe me. It’s my country.”

“You should work as a tour guide.” I poke his belly, pleased by the hardness beneath his thin t-shirt. “I would pay good money to hear your bullshit.”

“Luckily, you don’t have to pay. Today. But tomorrow, full price.”

“Oh, you’ll be here tomorrow? I could call upon your Bullshit Guide Services again?”

He grins, dimples flashing. My knees weaken and I want to take that grinning face into my hands and kiss him until my lips hurt. And then he grabs my hand as we walk, and squeezes it. A gush of moisture releases between my legs and I know this is serious. Really serious.

We watch each other as we walk. His hand is warm and a little moist, but not the weird moist. Just-right moist.  I imagine the warmth traveling through my body like a snake, seeking out the farthest extremities and then circling back again to settle conveniently in my vaginal area.

About a minute later, he stops and pulls me into a dark corner of the corridor, behind a large stone pillar. His body connects roughly with mine as he pushes me against the wall, my chest heaving as I appraise the situation. I am startled and insanely aroused, like a woman caught masturbating in the shower by her sexy gardener. The parts of his body that connect with mine are like lightning, causing hot zips of painful pleasure right beneath the surface.

“Can I kiss you?”

I nod, and he presses his lips to mine. My eyes flutter shut and his scent consumes me, a mixture of aftershave and heady male. Our second kiss is deeper, and the third mind-boggling. The smooth texture of the stone pillar is cold through my t-shirt. He cups my cheek, fingertips connecting hot with my jawline.

We break apart. My mind is spinning like I just took a flying leap off a bridge. Was this actually real? I swear to God, thirty seconds ago I was just walking around the Coliseum like any regular person, mapping my trek through the anatomical eyeball. Then, this guy comes along and pins me to the wall and has his way with me. And I am notcomplaining. Maybe there’s something to the idea that if you want something hard enough, it will come. It seems that the past twelve hours imagining sex with this guy has paid off.

He smiles, his face so close to mine that his breath comes out hot against my cheek. It does not smell like olive oil, as I once callously suggested all Italians might.

“That was nice,” I say.

He nods, and kisses me again. His tongue meets mine hesitantly, and then we begin a round of sloppy, desperate kisses that could probably qualify for the lamest of chick flicks. I moan and then quiet myself, not wanting to tip off tourists or security guards. He tenses and breaks the kiss, peering around the pillar at something. I shift against him, and I swear his cock is hard as a rock against my hip. I glance down, trying to discern if it’s that or something else, like a belt buckle.

No belt on. That’s a good sign.

 

TURKISH DELIGHT

Kadir emerged from behind the curtain of his dressing room in a skintight black suit with a startling array of bright blue sequins. It was like a futuristic space suit mated with the gaudiest of show tunes. He grimaced as her gaze fell on his costume.

“I can’t wear this on stage,” he said, sneaking a glance in the mirror. “I’ve never worn something so overtly gay.”

Jenna bit her lip as she looked him up and down. He was right, the costume was laughable. Though it might look spectacular under the lights and grandeur of the stage, up close it was a hilarious mess.

But it wasn’t all bad. Kadir was sculpted, a fact that wouldn’t go away no matter how much she tried to dodge the issue. And it seemed every way she turned, his biceps or an errant brush of his hands was waiting for her, tugging at her resolve.

It didn’t help that his cock was perfectly showcased in this get-up, caressed by the strange black satin in a way that made it impossible to look away. She cleared her throat, working hard to keep her face neutral and breathing even. He must be huge under there. Probably bigger than her favorite vibrator, the one she’d been using over the past few days as she entertained lurid fantasies about him.

“It’ll look great for the cameras,” was all she said. And every woman in America will be dying to put your dick in their mouths.

He watched her, a strange smile on his face. Without a word, he kicked the door closed behind her. “Can you help me out of it?” His dark eyes gleamed with mischief.

She jerked her head into a nod. “Of course. That’s what I’m here for.” And if you need me to touch any parts of your body, or use my lips in any fashion, please let me know.

He turned around. The wide expanse of his back still commanded her attention despite the glittering array of sequins. She reached for the zipper, tugged it down the length of his back. It stopped just above his ass, and the unexpected glimpse of his ass crack made her heart flutter. No underwear. None at all. His butt looked smooth, unexpectedly white, and even more round and firm-looking from inches away than all the distant gazing of recent times had suggested.

He faced her, grinning like a devil. He pulled his arms out of the costume, revealing a wide, fair chest dotted with dark hair. Her gaze followed the fabric as he removed the clothes— two dime-sized nipples, a pleasant convergence of chest hair into a happy trail, washboard abs.

Kadir paused when the costume was at his hips. “I can keep going, if you’d like.”

The moment hung heavy and confused before clarity burst through like sun after a rainstorm. “Yes. Please.”

 

 

 


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