I'd like to welcome back Author H K Carlton.
This time around H K has passed on the mobsters and informants from the Always Cambridge series and is giving us little something different that I think you just might like.
Okay I'll give you a hint... there's a movie coming out on Valentine's Day that is highly anticipated by all the mummy-porn fanatics.
Thank you, Nancy, for inviting me back to talk a little bit about my latest release Next WEEKEND! An extremely mild D/s story. This book is a far cry from the Always Cambridge Series.
A romance novel classically places the focus on a deep emotional love and connection between the central characters. And to be classified as a ‘romance’ the conclusion must have an emotionally satisfying and optimistic ending, more commonly known as an HEA or happily-ever-after or an HFN, happily-for-now.
by H K Carlton
Miranda and Jordan Lang cordially invite you to their divorce...
Jordie is not completely surprised when Miranda suggests they separate. Their marriage had been deteriorating from the moment they took their vows. Although heartbroken things didn’t work out with the woman he expected to spend the rest of his life with, he doesn’t contest her decision.
The only thing holding up the final divorce decree is the sale of their get-away cabin. In a weak moment, Miranda heads there for the weekend knowing full well that Jordie will also be there. Accidentally—on purpose, she seduces him and leaves an open invitation for another naughty weekender.
But the next time they meet, Jordie’s anger over the entire situation has kicked in and he finds himself being rough and commanding with her. And even more surprising, his ex likes it.
Follow Jordie as he finds and embraces his dominant side and Miranda her submissive self. Will it be enough to save their doomed relationship or will the issues that drove them apart remain more than they can overcome?
Jordan drove cautiously up the winding mountain road toward the cabin. Anxiety mixed with unwelcome excitement had his stomach tied in knots and his cock at half mast in anticipation.
Would she be there?
Visions of his soon-to-be ex-wife, Miranda, swam in his memory. His traitorous dick lengthened almost painfully as he relived last weekend’s impromptu romp.
Did he want her to be there?
No, he didn’t, but apparently his cock had other ideas. He palmed himself, then pulled at the knee of his trousers, trying to readjust for the sudden constrictiveness in his crotch.
“Fuckin’ bitch. How dare she do this,” he said aloud, disgusted that she could so easily wind him back up. They were over. Done. There was no going back. So why was he in such a hurry to return to the cottage?
Impulsively, he pulled over to the side of the road. He jammed the shifter into park and rested his forehead on the steering wheel. This was insane. Stupid. He’d regret this. But he couldn’t shake the image of Miranda slinking around in her tight little white panties.
She’d come to the cabin last weekend just to fuck. She knew he’d be there. She’d sought him out. He’d made her admit it. The moment he’d walked in and seen her there, he’d doubted his sanity. She was a dream, a vision in his open dress shirt. Her tits on full display. A fucking temptress. She knew exactly what he liked and she’d only come there to torture him. And he was helpless to fight it. He’d approached her, expecting her to fight and spit at him, but instead, she’d melted at his touch.
Tentatively, at first, he’d kissed her shoulders, moving to her full, responsive breasts. She’d been a mass of quivering need. He’d fingered her rather roughly, but she’d loved it. She’d wanted it, practically begged for it. And that was all he had intended to give her.
The same kind of tease she’d obviously planned for him. Until she’d admitted she’d not been with any other man since they’d broken up. It had surprised him. And weakened him. She’d mounted him and, again, he’d been too weak to deny her.
Then after she’d used him to slake her lust, the little bitch had even had the nerve to ask him if he’d be there the following weekend. As if inviting him for a repeat performance.
Fuck her. “The crazy slut wants me more now than she ever did when we were together.” He’d practically had to make an appointment to schedule sex, she was always so busy and focused on work. Then when she was home, she was “too tired.”
He should just turn around and drive back home. Leave the horny little bitch hanging. Make her drown in her own need, like she’d done to him the entire week. Wondering. Missing her. Drowning in memories.
But it was their encounter at the cabin that had him confused. It had been different. She’d needed him in a way she never had when they were together. “Vulnerable, that’s what she was.” Never a word he’d ever associated with his wife in the past. It was also something
he didn’t want to be on the other end of with her ever again. He’d been dealing with their breakup fairly well, he thought. The decision to split had been a mutual one. They were heading in different directions. Had grown apart. Her career was more important to her
than their relationship. And he wanted more.
“Turn around and go home, Jordan.” He looked up into the rearview mirror and stared back at himself with steely determination. “You can find good pussy anywhere. Ya been there, done that.”
He manoeuvred a hasty u-turn and headed back toward town.
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Thanks for stopping by today H K and the best of luck with Next WEEKEND.Nancy