Hi everyone! Roxanne D. Howard here. My new contemporary erotic romance novel, At the Heart of the Stone, came out with Loose Id in mid February. It’s been getting 5-star reviews all across the board!
Lark Braithwaite has been dreaming of a mysterious, hot Irish lover for half a year. With a single phone call that beckons her back to the United States from where she’s living in London, her life is flipped upside down, and her dream lover steps out of her fantasies, and right into her life. At the Heart of the Stone is a gripping erotic tale of passionate dreams come to life, opening your heart, and personal growth.
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Let’s Get To Know Roxanne D. Howard
Q: What’s the funniest thing a reader has ever said/emailed to you?
A: Just a week ago, I got Tweeted in the middle of the night for keeping a reader up, since she couldn’t put the novel down! Apparently she developed quite a big crush on Niall, and now she wants to go visit Ireland, ha ha ha!
Q: What fictional character would you punch if the face if you thought you could get away with it without going to jail?
A: Oh, that’s easy – Charles! Without a doubt. He’s Lark’s current fiance in the book, and let’s just say he’s on the narcissistic side.
Q: Pick a super-power and tell us what you’d do with it.
A: I’d love to have super strength. Think about it, flying would be cool, but to be able to lift anything in the world and fend off bad guys, there’s power in that!
About At the Heart of the Stone by Roxanne D. Howard
Dreams are the perfect shelter for our fantasies, safe havens to step inside without changing our daily lives. For Lark Braithwaite, all that is about to change. During the last six months, Lark has dreamt of a mysterious Irish lover who knows what she wants and gives her exactly what she needs. In her waking life in busy London, things aren’t as ideal, as her long-term relationship with Charles, her controlling fiancé, has hit a dry spell.
When Lark is called home to Oregon for her father’s funeral right in the middle of a high-stakes corporate merger, she heads back to face the demons from her past. What she doesn’t expect is to meet her dream lover in the flesh. Niall O’Hagan steps straight out of her fantasies and right into her life, and the powerful connection they share rocks her foundation. Although she’s dealing with the bitterness of being betrayed by Charles and his jealousy, Niall soon stirs Lark’s awareness of the superficiality of her existence and reawakens not only her sexuality, but her soul.
She bit her lower lip, trying to get on solid ground, but from the hunger on his face, she shouldn’t have done that. The imprint of last night’s dream was still fresh in her mind, and she went for a bitchier approach, hoping to deter him. “Oh, please, Niall. My dad was more of a do-as-I-say-not-as-I-do type of parent. So right now, I need these more than I need to be lectured, thank you very much.”
He shrugged a shoulder, and a wayward dark curl fell over his left eyebrow. “Fair enough. Could I make an observation, though?”
Lark put the cigarette between two fingers and played with the lighter in her other hand, prepared to take it outside. “Could I stop you?”
The corners of Niall’s mouth twitched. He glanced down, and she moved in for the kill.
“What? Oh, I’m sorry, are you intimidated by strong women?”
His gaze shot back up and fixed on hers. “Oh, no. On the contrary; I find it alluring. I find you, in particular, extremely alluring, though it’s unethical.”
Panic shot through her. What in tarnation was she doing? She should tell him she was with Charles, discourage him. But the way his eyes caught the hallway light, turning them a deep viridian, reminded her of their tryst in the cottage. She said nothing, but her nipples peaked and pressed against her shirt like hard pebbles. He glanced down at them and moved toward her until she found herself pushed up against the wall, trapped. She wasn’t an expert at reading people or anything, but I want you might as well have been written on his forehead in permanent marker. He dropped his law books on the floor without preamble and cupped her face in his hands, leaning forward to kiss her, with no uncertainty this time.
Stunned, she dropped her smoking items as his mouth claimed hers. She let out an involuntary whimper as he touched his tongue to hers, and it appeared to be all the encouragement he needed. With a groan, he fisted the lower back of her shirt and tugged her toward him as his other hand sought the side of her neck.
She sucked on his tongue, twining one of her legs around his as she devoured his mouth. He rubbed his cock against her tentatively and then pressed harder, rubbing it into her pussy through their barrier of clothes.
She should push him away—she should, this was insane—but he tasted like her dreams, warmth and earth and mint, and she craved to feel that again, needed it. She brought her arms up to his shoulders, unsure. He covered her hands with his own and placed them around his neck as he dived into her mouth again, groaning. She kissed him back, the tentativeness fading away with each pull of his lips, each stroke of his tongue.
Liquid warmth rushed to her pussy as his hands slid beneath the back of her shirt, exploring her skin. The amount of passion she got from this single kiss trumped anything she’d ever experienced. She shivered as he rocked against her, hard and hot in the cradle of her hips. He grabbed her bum, tugging her closer as he rubbed against her, his staggered breath against her mouth. Oh yes, he wanted her.
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My favorite quote from At the Heart of the Stone is:
She hugged him. What would happen now? She’d bared herself to him, and it was more than just physical intimacy. It was emotional nakedness of the soul.