{"id":1799,"date":"2019-12-14T21:01:12","date_gmt":"2019-12-15T05:01:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/?p=1799"},"modified":"2019-12-14T16:49:47","modified_gmt":"2019-12-15T00:49:47","slug":"new-release-cherry-pie-and-mistletoe-lisabet-sarai","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nomadauthors.com\/blog\/2019\/12\/14\/new-release-cherry-pie-and-mistletoe-lisabet-sarai\/","title":{"rendered":"New release! Cherry Pie and Mistletoe: Lisabet Sarai"},"content":{"rendered":"

Cherry Pie and Mistletoe<\/strong><\/em>
\nA mature holiday romance<\/p>\n

\n\"Cherry<\/a>Some Christmas traditions improve with age!<\/p>\n

Blurb:<\/strong>
\nAt ten thirty on a stormy Christmas Eve, I really didn\u2019t expect any business, but the sign for our diner out on the highway reads \u201copen until midnight\u201d, and I\u2019m a woman of my word. Good thing I didn\u2019t close; the half-frozen long haul trucker who wandered in really needed some hot coffee, not to mention a slice of my luscious cherry pie.<\/p>\n

Something about the grizzled, bear-like man with the chocolate-brown eyes and ready laugh spun me back to my scandalous, sensual younger days. I hadn\u2019t wanted anyone in years, but I wanted Dave Driver. Was I brave enough to act on my desire? And would he flee, screaming, from the amorous attentions of a white-haired little old lady?<\/p>\n

Buy links:<\/strong>
\nKinky Literature <\/a>
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\nBarnes and Noble <\/a>
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\nAdd on Goodreads<\/a><\/p>\n

Excerpt:<\/strong>
\nBefore he could mention it, I refilled his empty mug. What was it about this guy? Ants crawled along my skin. Butterflies danced in my stomach. My nipples felt heavy and hard as polished stones and a hungry void pulsed between my thighs.<\/p>\n

Our eyes met. Heat flickered through me. I held my breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou got any cherry pie?\u201d he asked at last. Had he wanted to request something else?<\/p>\n

\u201cUm\u2014yes, yes, of course,\u201d I gasped. Disappointment and relief warred inside me. After all, I wasn\u2019t a girl anymore. I didn\u2019t want to make a fool of myself. \u201cBest cherry pie in three counties, in fact.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd would you happen to have something to do with that, Marnie?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI certainly would. It\u2019s my mother\u2019s recipe\u2014by the way, what\u2019s your name?\u201d I winced at my own boldness. \u201cSince you know mine.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDave,\u201d he replied. \u201cDave Driver.\u201d<\/p>\n

I giggled. \u201cYou\u2019re joking, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNope. Guess I was fated to be a long-haul trucker.\u201d Sadness tinged his smile. \u201cAnyway, Marnie\u2014how about that pie? It\u2019s great talking to you, but I\u2019ve got to be in Nebraska by Thursday morning.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cComing right up.\u201d I cut him a more-than-generous slice and topped it with a scoop of homemade vanilla ice cream. Ruby-red fruit oozed from the flaky crust. Fingers of creamy white dripped over the top and pooled on the plate. I garnished the whole thing with a sprig of fresh mint and presented it to him with a flourish.<\/p>\n

\u201cVery Christmas-y,\u201d he said. \u201cLooks delicious, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is.\u201d I watched him devour a big, gooey chunk.<\/p>\n

\u201cWow! This is amazing!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThanks.\u201d It felt so good to be the cause of his innocent delight. \u201cGlad you like it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy don\u2019t you join me? Have a piece of your own?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI shouldn\u2019t. It\u2019s bad for my cholesterol.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s Christmas Eve, and you have to work. You deserve some compensation!\u201d He held out a moist forkful of cherries and cream. \u201cHere, take some of mine, then.\u201d<\/p>\n

Giving in to impulse, I leaned over the counter, opened my mouth and let him feed me. Flavors exploded on my tongue: the sweet-tart burst of the fruit, the richness of the ice cream, the buttery lightness of the crust. Dave scrutinized my face as I chewed and swallowed, savoring every moment. I couldn\u2019t stop licking my lips. His eyes followed my every move. A blush climbed into my cheeks, even as I chided myself for being immature and overly sensitive.<\/p>\n

\u201cSee?\u201d he said gravely. \u201cYou should listen to me. Go get yourself some of your incredible cherry pie.\u201d<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t resist any more. I wanted the pie. I wanted him, too. Not much I could do about that second desire, but I could certainly fulfill the first. Hard as it sometimes was to believe, I was sixty four. Did I think I\u2019d live forever?<\/p>\n

With my pie and ice cream (a somewhat smaller piece than I\u2019d given him), I perched on a stool inside the serving area. Facing each other across the counter, less than a foot apart, we ate in silence.<\/p>\n

I tried without success to concentrate on the exquisite taste of the dessert in front of me, as Dave seemed to be doing. Instead, I was intensely aware of how close he was\u2014and how paradoxically attractive. I watched his sensual mouth opening and closing around forkfuls of pie, the flick of his tongue over his lips as he gathered stray crumbs, the shift in his throat as he swallowed a mouthful of coffee.<\/p>\n

He drained his coffee cup. He\u2019d nearly finished. When he was done, he\u2019d disappear into the winter night. He had a long way to travel before morning. His job probably depended on providing a reliable delivery schedule.<\/p>\n

I was just a stop along the way.<\/p>\n

About Lisabet:<\/strong>
\nLisabet Sarai became addicted to words at an early age. She began reading when she was four. She wrote her first story at five years old and her first poem at seven. Since then, she has written plays, tutorials, scholarly articles, marketing brochures, software specifications, self-help books, press releases, a five-hundred page dissertation, and lots of erotica and erotic romance \u2013 over one hundred titles, and counting, in nearly every sub-genre\u2014paranormal, scifi, m\u00e9nage, BDSM, GLBT, and more. Regardless of the genre, every one of her stories illustrates her motto: Imagination is the ultimate aphrodisiac.<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet\u2019s books on her website (http:\/\/www.lisabetsarai.com\/books.html<\/a>), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http:\/\/lisabetsarai.blogspot.com<\/a>), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She\u2019s also on Goodreads, Pinterest, and Twitter. Join her VIP email list here: https:\/\/btn.ymlp.com\/xgjjhmhugmgh<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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