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Amber Blake is fleeing a terrible betrayal in her past by touring with rock band Puppetmaster as a make-up artist with her best friend Elyse. Knowing the band is struggling, she hopes to use her make-up skills to reinvent their image, but when a member of the crew drops out, Amber finds herself asked to contribute in a different way – in the form of heated sexual conversations with hot lead singer Cassian Marsh to put him in top form before every concert.
Despite her past, Amber is unable to resist Cassian’s charm and raw energy, and enjoys knowing she can drive him wild with just her voice – but their increasingly passionate meetings leave her longing for more. Can she move past the betrayal she suffered – and can she convince a man as commitment-phobic as Cassian to break his no-dating rule and let her into his heart?
There was only silence now from the other side of the door. No light showed under the lower edge. With any luck there was nobody in the central living area—she could be alone with herself and the window.
As she opened the door she was met with darkness, momentarily blinded. She closed the door behind her and carefully felt her way across the room, focusing on the moon through the glass.
Then from behind her she heard the distinctive twang of a guitar chord.
“Leave the light off. I’m just practising.”
She heard him chuckle from the other side of the room.
“Say it in the voice.”
When she and Elyse had first joined the tour, the band had insisted on knowing everything about the skills they had learnt during their performing arts studies. Costume, make-up, acting and, in Amber’s case, voice work. She had always considered her acting serviceable at best, but voices were her speciality—and one voice in particular, a deep, throaty bedroom voice, had been Cassian’s favourite.
She dropped into the husky, sensual tone. “Sure, honey.”
“Ah, yeah. That’s the stuff.” The sound of fingers running up the neck of the guitar. “That was the thing about Triona. Never could stand her voice.”
Everything in Amber’s head went very still. Triona.
“She was still good at your ritual, though, right?”
“Oh yeah. But, man.” His voice roughened. “It would have been way better in your voice.”
Which of the four seasons best suits my personality?
I’ve always said that if I ever moved to the US, I would have to live in a state that had seasons. I could never live somewhere that was hot all year round. Admittedly being in the UK many would argue our seasons don’t have the extremes others have, but they’re what I’m used to and I wouldn’t be without them.
My two favourite seasons are summer and winter. Fortunately British summers don’t tend to be as hot or as humid as other countries, as I wilt in high heat and can’t deal with humidity. But I love the bright days and bright colours of summer; I love to see the flowers bloom in our garden and to go for walks in the countryside, or to have a barbecue or a few drinks sitting outside. And, of course, seeing my two cats sunbathing on the patio.
However, my personality best suits winter.
There is something absolutely magical about winter for me. Dark nights lit with fairy lights, watching the snow while wrapped in a blanket, hot mulled wine and Christmas markets. I am definitely the Christmas fairy in our household; I love to exchange presents and decorate the tree, and I love to sit outside staring into the night sky and stargazing. The fact that it’s cold makes little difference to me, as frankly I run cold all year round, so it’s simply a matter of a thicker sweater and my big coat.
I’m yet to write a winter-themed story, but there’s still time!
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Tanith Davenport began writing erotica at the age of 27 by way of the Romantic Novelists' Association New Writers' Scheme. Her debut novel "The Hand He Dealt" was released by Totally Bound in June 2011 and was shortlisted for the Joan Hessayon Award for 2012.
Tanith has had short stories published by Naughty Nights Press and House of Erotica. She loves to travel and dreams of one day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s pink Cadillac Eldorado.
Tanith's idea of heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.