Fiction Vixen is pleased to welcome author Tori St. Claire today. Her third book in her Black Opals series, Explosive releases today.
Tori St. Claire
Hey all! Thanks for having me here today and helping me celebrate the release of Explosive, the third book in the Black Opals series! When I talked to Sophia about coming over today, we chatted about excerpts and things to do on the blog. I decided I would share one of my favorite scenes.
Have you ever wanted someone so much, that an accidental touch feels so good it hurts? I’m not talking that zing of chemistry, but the yearning for contact that goes on until when it finally happens it freezes every thought.
That feeling is what this scene is about:
Jayce’s low baritone voice pulled her attention back to him. Brice leaned around Jayce’s powerful torso to inspect the place Jayce indicated. But the chirrup of Brice’s cell phone interrupted. He pulled the device from his pocket. The time he took to tap in a message left her vulnerable once more to the hungry way Jayce’s gaze canvassed her breasts.
Damn him. He wouldn’t bring himself to talk to her, but he had no problem touching her in far more intimate ways. She should leave. Immediately. Before she became seriously tempted to entertain Brice’s suggestion.
Brice shoved his phone back into his pocket. A strange urgency turned his words into a rush. “I have to run for a bit.”
“What?” Alyssa shot him a pleading look. He couldn’t possibly leave her alone with Jayce. Not when he knew how desperately she didn’t want to be near him.
“Gotta drop something off at the courthouse.” He strode out of her office, into his, and then returned to the small waiting area between, briefcase in hand. “You’ll help out Jayce if he needs anything, right?” A hint of amusement reflected in his expression.
He was so going to pay for this later. She narrowed her gaze. “Sure.”
“I’ll be fine. Not much longer,” Jayce assured.
As the front door clicked behind Brice, Jayce returned to his knees on the floor, feeling around on the carpet. She watched the play of his long fingers against the short fibers, studied the ripple of his shoulders as he crawled on all fours, following the path of the hidden cord.
He came to a stop on the opposite side of her desk. Slowly he unfolded all six feet of his incredible body and stood. “Excuse me.”
Puzzlement creased her brow. “Excuse—”
Jayce moved to her elbow, nudged her chair aside, and knelt beside her knees. The clean scent of soap wafted to her nose. She closed her eyes, breathed him in, and willed her heart to stop turning cartwheels. So close. So within easy reach of sliding her fingers through his thick black hair.
His shirtsleeve brushed her calf as he edged further beneath the desk. Her breath caught. Another shiver rolled through her. “Jayce.” She drew in a sharp breath as cotton brushed her skin again. “Is this really necessary?”
Jayce’s voice held frustration as he fumbled with a tangle of cords near the back corner. “I’m trying…” He leaned over her foot so far that she could feel the warmth radiating off his body. “…to see where this goes.”
Oh, how she wanted to arch her foot and run it over the hard muscles that hovered near her toes. Feel those rippling planes she’d enjoyed too briefly in his arms last night. Alyssa bit down on her lower lip to silence a whimper.
He bent forward another few inches, and the hard metal button at his waist pressed into the top of her foot. The contact sent a shock surging through her body. She gasped, and Jayce went utterly still.
To find out if Jayce shares that same pleasantly-painful feeling, check out Explosive. You can grab it today for only $2.99! That’s a steal compared to the previous Opal books, so don’t miss out!
I’m also doing a tour wide giveaway. On October 1st, I’ll be awarding three signed print books to three randomly drawn commenter, plus a grand prize to one of an additional $25.00 Amazon gift certificate. Leave your thoughts below for one chance to win. If you’d like a second entry, please tweet this post (be sure to include @ClaireAshgrove).
Thanks again, and I hope you enjoyed this sneak peek at Jayce and Alyssa!
National Bestselling author Tori St. Claire grew up writing. Hobby quickly turned into passion, and when she discovered the world of romance as a teen, poems and short stories gave way to full length novels with sexy heroes and heroines waiting to be swept off their feet. She wrote her first romance novel at seventeen.
While that manuscript gathered dust-bunnies beneath the bed, she went on to establish herself as a contemporary, and paranormal author under the pen name, Claire Ashgrove and writes historical romance as Sophia Garrett. Her writing, however, skirted a fine line between hot and steamy, and motivated by authors she admired, she pushed her boundaries and made the leap into erotica, using the darker side of human nature and on-the-edge suspense to drive grittier, sexier, stories.
Her erotic romantic suspense novels are searingly sensual experiences that unite passion with true emotion, and the all-consuming tie that binds — love.
A man on the hunt…
Jayce Honeycutt never imagined returning to his hometown for a wedding would find him confronting the woman he intended to marry. Nor did he anticipate the passion they once knew would burn as hot and bright as ever. Only now Alyssa’s involved with Jayce’s former best friend, and Jayce can’t bring himself to interfere. When he learns Alyssa may be in danger, however, everything changes. As the threats against her life escalate, Jayce will stop at nothing to unveil the secrets she’s hiding. Even if it means risking his heart all over again.
A woman on the run…
Ten years ago, a brutal attack forced Alyssa Martin into a world of solitary darkness. She threw herself into her career, but now her work has led her back into the nightmare of her past and thrust her into a deadly game. When her roommate employs Jayce for her protection, memories compound. She’s never forgotten their shared desire, and her body still craves his masterful touch. Yet Jayce is determined to break down her protective walls, and confiding in him is more frightening than the shadows stalking her. But someone else is determined to control her. To survive, Alyssa must trust in Jayce and bare herself completely.