My first novel, Wild Card, was published by Black Lace in June of 2006. The letter I received from my mahvelous editor Adam Nevill announcing, 'You are now a Black Lace author,' is one I shall keep forever.
Wild Card began as a feature film script. It was a dark, twisted, psychosexual thriller, hotly debated in some circles whether it was porn or art. It was a tale of revenge, and in a sense it still is - but now it's a lusty romp.
The story takes place over the course of three days and is mostly set in one hotel room. The severe constraints of time and space were a challenge. The goal, which I hope I have achieved, was to create a boiling pot of sexual tension and release. My editor said the final result was 'a blizzard of sex.'
I wanted to write a realistic novel, and what is more realistic than a dirty weekend? We've all had them. I also wanted to delve into the nature of obsession. Victoria Ashe, the main female character, has been obsessed with Ray Torrington since their relationship ended, a full decade ago. She was young, then, too young to understand that he was everything she wanted. Now she wants him back, or out of her head for good.
The problem is not that Ray doesn't love her, because he does. The problem is he loves all women. He also wants to house the homeless of the world. So, he's a do-gooder horndog. He's got the looks, and the equipment, to make the ladies sigh.
The following excerpt is from the beginning of the book, before Penny, a world champion poker player and also an ex-lover of Ray's, and Bai Long (Lonnie), Ray's comrade in the fight against homelessness and a sexy little commie with a penchant for public sex, join in the fun.
'You can't hide from me,' he whispered. His middle finger pressed against the silk of her panties, relaxed with the other four, then pressed again, rhythmically, as if it were a pulse that exerted pressure with each beat of his heart. He licked and kissed the nape of her neck. 'Don't be embarrassed. Come out.'
'I don't want you to know how much I want you,' she murmured. Her cheek was hot against his cool skin. Still, she did as she was told.
'Why? Does it make you feel weak?' He hooked his finger under the crotch of her panties and stroked her slippery slit.
'Yes,' said Victoria. It was awful, awful to want him this bad. It was as if the clarity of her academically trained mind had abandoned her head to take up residence in her erogenous zones. Her thinking was muddled but her need was sharp and clear.
He pulled her against him and held her with his strong left arm, kissing and releasing her mouth at his whim but never changing the rhythm of his thrusting finger.
'Killin' me,' she murmured. Her knees buckled. It was lovely to sink down on his hand as he pushed up. Lovely to be supported by his arm so that she didn't even need to be concerned with standing.
'Beautiful wet baby,' he murmured reassuringly. 'Take your dress off.'
Ahhh, there's nothing better than finger fucking to start things off, is there? But eventually we always want more. And more is what Ray gets, more Victoria, then more Victoria and Penny, and finally, of course, more Victoria, Penny and Lonnie.
Before this excerpt, I should clarify: Ray isn't the only man in the book. Penny, on her journey to join Victoria and Ray in Victoria's hotel room, has a few adventures of her own.
One, with a gorgeous movie star fresh from rehab, and another with an African Chief who is in town, like Lonnie and Ray, for a world conference on homelessness.
But home, for these four hot blooded characters, is, at least for one weekend, where the hard is. The climax of the book has all four main characters sharing Victoria's bed:
Lonnie pushed herself up off Ray's chest with her right leg. She positioned her little body above his hard-on. 'I don't know…'
'Come on baby, take it,' encouraged Victoria.
'Show me how you fuck my cock, Bai Long,' said Ray.
'Help,' said Lonnie, looking at Penny.
Penny knelt up beside Ray and lapped at the head of his cock. Lonnie lowered herself until she could feel it bulge between her lips. Penny continued licking the shaft as it started to sink inside Lonnie, then shifted her attention to Lonnie's clit as it slowly slid down the length of him.
'Beautiful,' moaned Ray.
'It is, Darling, it's beautiful,' said Victoria.
Lonnie lowered herself another inch, and then another. With Penny lubricating both Ray and Lonnie, the big cock entered her more easily than she could have imagined. Slowly she let her weight shift from her foot to her knee and finally she was straddling Ray.
'Oh my God! I'm, so stuffed, I don't think I can move!'
'Of course you can. Ride him, Lonnie.' Victoria's voice oozed encouragement.
'Ride him cowgirl!' Penny's voice joined Victoria's.
Lonnie raised herself as much as she could and felt Ray tense beneath her. When she plunged downward he jerked his pelvis up and the impact was bone-rattling. She shrieked as he filled her to her very centre. Penny stayed where she was, indiscriminately licking Lonnie's flesh and Ray's.
Warning signals were ringing at every one of Lonnie's pulse points. She pulled herself up, almost off him, then dropped down again, taking him to the very hilt of her. Her clit hummed as it slid along his rigid shaft.
'Goddam it, Ray,' Lonnie hissed through clenched teeth. She started riding him as hard and as fast as she could.
Want more? Oh I hope so. Because, although I wanted this book to help other women who've been obsessed (and that's all of us here at Lust Bites and, I'll bet, quite a few of the women reading this post) realize that they are not alone, even more than that, I wanted Wild Card to help you, the reader, come, hot and hard, slow and teasing, more than once, any way you like it.
Buy Wild Card here in the UK, here in the US, and here in Canada.
Wild Card will be reviewed in October by eroticarevealed.com. Wish me luck! And please watch for my new book Amanda's Young Men, written by Madeline Moore and to-be-published by Black Lace in the coming year.