Do You Know Cristal Ryder?

I’d like to thank Missy Jane for having me on her blog. It’s fun to blog hop and you will be able to visit Missy Jane when she comes to visit me on March 29th.
Yesterday was my BIG day! Oh yes. My latest release with Ellora’s Cave was unleashed on the world. Switch Me Up. It is being published under the brand spanking (no pun intended of course) new line EC for Men.
EC for Men is geared for the male reader. The story is written from the male perspective and how the boy-mind thinks. So it’s hot, visual, and very sexy. But that doesn’t mean the ladies won’t enjoy this story too! I’m very excited to be a part of this new line and one of the first authors to be published in it. To whet your whistle, I’ve included an excerpt.

Blurb:
Steve wasn’t sure how playing it safe to find a match on a dating site could have gone so wrong—or was it so right? Younger than him by ten years, Clare exudes confidence, sexuality and an erotic allure that leaves no room for misinterpretation. She wants him. And he wants nothing more than to bury himself in her heat. But she comes with some baggage. Literally. Once his predatory minx breaks open the suitcase and the toys come out, Steve knows he’s in for the wildest ride of his life.

An Excerpt From: SWITCH ME UP

Copyright © CRISTAL RYDER, 2012

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

He left her in the living room. Upstairs he tossed some clothes laying around his bedroom into the hamper, smoothed the bed that didn’t need fixing and turned on the bedside lamp.
He was about to have sex with a complete stranger.
Something so totally out of character for him it made him nervous. He may be apprehensive but he sure wasn’t dead and he wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass by. His heart started to race and his cock hardened. Sex. Tonight he was going to bang a woman ten years his junior. What did that make him?
A lucky fucking dog, that’s what. He smiled at his wit.
Once he was satisfied with the room Steve went back downstairs.
He totally expected her to be sitting on the couch waiting for him with her drink in hand. He half hoped she’d be naked or something. Instead she sat in the shadows out of the glow of the fire. She had changed clothes. Steve adjusted his balls and stiffening dick in his jeans.
What the fuck did she have on?
She stood and stepped into the light cast by the fire and lamp in the far corner. He nearly swallowed his tongue. Now he knew one thing she had in the suitcase.
“Do you like?”
Clare smoothed her palms over her breasts, along her sides and ended her caress by placing her hands on her hips, tipping her shoulder forward with her hip cocked. Her voice, low and sultry, wrapped around him like hot honey.
Steve nodded.
“Speak, tell me you like it.”
His eyebrows shot up and Clare reached out a hand sheathed in elbow-length leather opera gloves and touched his shoulder.
“I like it,” he replied quickly.
Clare’s husky laugh didn’t seem to fit her tiny form. She circled and paused behind him, running her finger across his back from shoulder to shoulder before settling both palms on his hips. He craned his head to look at her and was distracted when her black, stocking-clad leg hooked around his knee. Steve’s hand dropped to her thigh and held her leg in place.
“I’m glad you like it,” she whispered in his ear.
He kept his gaze glued on her leg, rubbing his palm up her thigh to the scarlet top on the stockings and back down to her knee. It was a spectacular sight. He groaned when she thrust her hips against his ass and tightened her grip.
“Are you hard for me?”
Is she fucking kidding?
“Why don’t you check for yourself?”
“Oh, what a delicious invitation.”
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I Walk Away

Back in 2006 I started writing a series of short stories as ideas and characters popped into my head. Most times it was a vague scene I had to flesh out on paper that finally turned into something readable. Below is one such snippet that I found while rearranging my office. I’ve edited it a bit but for the most part this is how I wrote at that time. Enjoy!

Each step I took away from his door was slow and deliberate, as if the sound of my footsteps might trigger within him a desire to keep me at all costs.

“This is it,” he said.

The raw emotion in his voice announced the finality of that statement. We’d spent ten wonderful months together, but now it was completely over. I didn’t bother arguing or asking any tearful questions. I already knew why and knew there would be no second chances. She had won and didn’t matter what I did to or for him. He would always want her more.

I’d met Daniel at my sister’s annual Fourth of July picnic and we spent the entire day flirting. I’d been single for over a year but he was newly separated from his wife of five years.

“We just couldn’t work it out,” he’d said.

I did my best not to pry into his past. I wanted him to forget about it, forget about her, and move on in my general direction.It has been a long time since a sexy guy like him had shown a genuine interest in what I had to offer. I was more than excited. I was lustful.

We kissed beneath the fireworks and he explored my body with a sense of apprehension. I felt the hesitation as his hands moved over me. I remember thinking, it’s the memory of his wife. At the time I actually found it endearing. His face betrayed his guilt as he undressed me, but it didn’t slow him down.Once I began peeling off his clothes all else faded away. It felt so good having a man inside me again, I didn’t consider the consequences.Each thrust held an urgency in him that added to my pleasure, but almost seemed to cause him pain. He came quickly and collapsed on top of me in drunken exhaustion.

“Are you all right?” I asked, not particularly concerned with the answer.

He simply nodded, and I realized he was crying.

Thinking back on it, I realize his tears are what sealed my fate. I simply couldn’t let him go with such a guilty heart. I held him for a while as the fireworks continued overhead. We remained hidden amongst the blooms within my sister’s vast gardens. When the last sparkle faded from the sky and darkness finally returned, we dressed slowly and didn’t face each other for long moments.

“I enjoyed that,” he finally said.

“So did I, but perhaps we should try a bed next time,” I said with a smile.

The relief on his face almost made me laugh. He agreed and followed me home in his own car.

The next two hours were spent in such pleasure, even thinking about it now gets me hot. His strong hands moved slowly over my sweat-dampened skin as I lay panting and begging for more.

“Please, please, don’t stop,” I said…more than once.

He complied by running his tongue up my stomach and between my breasts. I grabbed his hips in both hands, impatient for his erection as he playfully teased my throbbing lips with the tip.

“Please, please…”

I begged for it. I cried for it. Finally I screamed for it and he thrust into me almost violently. I climaxed instantly and he moaned.

“Oh, you are so fucking sexy.”

It was the only time he ever called me that.

Sex was always so good with him. I’d never had an orgasm every time with any man before and probably never will again. Is that what I’ll miss the most? Perhaps. Or maybe it’ll be the way he would wake me by kissing the tip of my nose. Maybe it’ll be the flowers he brought every time he came to my apartment. Perhaps it’ll be his scent on my pillow. I don’t know. Time has a funny way of twisting things sometimes so the memory of what I liked most turned into what I began to hate. He will always be there though, in the back of my mind, calling to my heart despite my efforts to silence him. No matter how quickly I walk away, or how far I go from his doorstep, I’ll always want him. I will always know that for a brief time, I was the other woman.

I Walk Away

Copyright August 24, 2011, MISSY JANE

This is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not construed to be real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely incidental.

All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief excerpts or quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

Editing this Weekend

What are ya’ll up to this weekend? Me? I’ll be starting my first round of edits for the new version of Resignation. What do you think of the new cover? I LOVE it! To be honest I loved the first cover put on this novella by the previous publisher too, but something about this one just really pops. If you previously purchased Resignation when it was released by Sapphire Blue you may notice a few changes in the manuscript. All of the main parts are there, but I fleshed out a couple of scenes I hope help the chemistry between Sol and Darina feel even more natural than before. I don’t have the blurb or release date yet, but as soon as I do you’ll be the first to know 😉

Another Fabulous Cover!

I have to be one of the luckiest authors in existence! Not only have ALL of my book covers to date been beautiful, but this time I got Jimmy Thomas! If you’re not familiar with his face maybe you’ve been too distracted by his body. He’s been on over thirteen-hundred romance novel covers and now he’s on mine too 😀

I’m currently in edits for this book but as soon as I know the release date I’ll post it here.

Free Erotic Short Story!

My free erotic short story, Into the Ocean, is available today on the Truly, Madly, Deeply Romance Authors blog! Check it out here, and comment to win this prize:

Educating Macey now Available!

My newest release is an Ellora’s Cave quickie titled Educating Macey. Here’s a taste:
Sex has taken a backseat on my priorities list for a while now—being a single mother never allowed me the chance to dwell on it. But then my daughter grew up and Max moved in next door. Just seeing his sexy-as-hell body and hearing the way he growls my full name, Macey Lane, gets me all hot and bothered. I am not a woman of experience, but Max is more than willing to teach me. His lesson plans may be too delicious to pass on, but is hot sex worth the risk of becoming another of his conquests?
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