Hello, everyone! My name is Gwen Masters, and I am completely new to this great publisher, but not new to the erotica writing game. I've been hanging around the genre for fifteen years now. A few years ago I took some time off, but now I am back with a slew of new novels, including my upcoming release, A Week in the Snow.
So what's it about? Here's the blurb:
Rebecca is from hot, sunny Miami. When she drives up north in her little convertible to meet a man she met over the Internet, she doesn’t anticipate the Iowa snowstorms. It’s her first time driving in snow and it doesn’t end well – Rebecca winds up on the side of the road with little gas, no cell phone signal and snow drifts piling higher by the minute.
The roaring black snowmobile that comes along is carrying Richard, a man who lives a few miles down the road and just happens to see the flashy red paint of Rebecca’s stranded car through the haze of snow. Stuck at Richard’s house for almost a week, Rebecca feels trapped by circumstance. But soon she stops lamenting her position and instead starts to wonder about Richard’s bedroom down the hall, about the reasons he lives alone in the middle of nowhere, and whether she really wants to leave at all.
It is released on Monday, June 27. In celebration, here's an excerpt. Enjoy!
Richard drove them to the office, where the same young man was there to greet them. The coffee in the back room was piping hot and Richard poured two cups. Rebecca wandered over to the layout room as she shrugged out of her jacket. He watched her bend low over the old press and study it. Her shirt fit snugly into the waist of her jeans. Her hourglass profile was accentuated by a thin leather belt. When she arched her back to stretch, he watched as her breasts were thrown into sharp relief.If you want more, you can get it here.
Her nipples were hard under her shirt.
Richard stared at them as she moved. She must have known he was watching her, for sometimes she seemed to glance sidelong at him, but she never acknowledged him. She just moved among the things he was so familiar with, taking her time, and every now and then she would stand in such a way he could have sworn she was posing for him.
When she moved from his office area to the rooms that never got used anymore, the ones so crowded with the flotsam of days gone by that Richard mostly just kept the doors closed and ignored the mess, he grinned and followed her.
He closed the door behind them.
The room was pitch-black without the overhead light from the next room over. He could hear the slight rustling sounds Rebecca made as she moved carefully in the room, perhaps turning around to look at him, perhaps trying to feel her way back to him. Finally the movement stopped and her voice came, low and careful. “Does the door lock?”
Richard reached behind him, felt for the knob, and found no lock there. He had never thought to look for one before. “No.”
There was silence for a long moment. “Good.”
Richard waited to let his eyes adjust to the darkness, but there was no adjusting to be had. It really was dark as a tomb in there, and it smelled like one, too—musty paper, dusty computers tucked away in corners, wood that was a century old.
Richard took a few steps forward, feeling his way with his shins and his hands, hoping he would brush up against something rather than slam into it. He took his time, working towards where he had heard her voice. If he stood quietly for a moment, he could hear her breathing.
When he reached something hard, he wrapped his hand around it. It was wooden, and smooth—maybe part of a frame of some old machine, something that hadn’t been used in decades. He felt with his other hand and there she was, warm flesh under his palm.
He slid his hand down. And down.
She was naked.
Richard’s cock was instantly hard. What he couldn’t do in the glare of the sunlight was the one thing he couldn’t live without, here in the utter darkness. Using her body as a guide, he stepped behind her and realised she was bent over the old printing press, her hands outstretched, her bare ass waiting.
“Fuck me,” she whispered.
Richard pulled down his slacks. He listened for sounds from outside the door, any evidence of an interruption, but even as he listened he knew he didn’t give a damn. There was a warm and willing woman right in front of him, her pussy already wet, and what else mattered?
He slid in with one long, smooth thrust.
Rebecca arched her back, pushing on to him, and smiled in the darkness. He fit her perfectly, like a key to a lock. She spread her legs wider and bent low over the machine in front of her, the metal parts cold against her hard nipples, the smooth rubber parts slippery against her body. Richard’s hands were on her hips and he was pulling her back, fucking her hard, while she held on.
Richard rammed into her with all the force he had. She wanted a fuck, and she wanted it hard. She slammed back into him, giving as good as she got. His balls made a soft slapping sound with every thrust, and he grunted softly every time he pushed in.
Rebecca spread her legs wider, desperate to get him deeper. He bent his knees and fucked her with an upward angle, a new sensation that made her shake with the impending orgasm. He was touching something within her, something that was hard to reach, and she was afraid to move, lest the pleasure disappear. “Right there,” she whispered. “Right there, oh, God, don’t stop.”
Richard pumped in and out of her, nothing but his hips moving. He held her thighs hard with his hands when she started to squirm, not letting her move away from him, and not letting up. The metal rattled underneath her as she tightened her hands on it, pulling hard, the orgasm blossoming from the inside out.
Richard knew when she came. Though she didn’t make a sound, he felt the pulses of her cunt around him, both sucking at him and trying to push him out at the same time. He held very still inside her for a moment, enjoying the sensation. When he moved again it was to pump hard, straight in and out, now intent on making himself come, too.
When he did come, he had to bite his lip to keep from hollering.
He held inside her for as long as he could. Then he rubbed against her, spreading her wetness all over them both. She giggled at the slippery feeling, and he shushed her with a loud stage whisper. “Somebody will come back here and see you naked,” he warned.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”
His cock twitched in response, making her laugh again.
Richard carefully pulled up his pants. He made his way back towards the door as Rebecca made herself somewhat presentable. When she gave the okay, he opened the door just a little, enough to let the light shine through, and looked at her.
Her hair was a mess, the way he loved to see it. Her cheeks were flushed. She gave him a wicked grin.
“I think I have ink on my tits,” she said.