Sin at Sea (A Sinful Novel Book 1)
When Alysin surprised her boyfriend at work with dinner, the surprise was on her. Since he was going at it with his secretary on the conference table, she packed a bag and called her BFF. Jolie and Alysin have been traveling the country, working as digital nomads for ten years, ever since graduation. Taking this as a sign it was time for a new move, they decide to take a cruise, regroup, and make a plan. Then she meets Mr. Bedroom Eyes. Following her lead, they pretend to be married so she can rid herself of the guy who started hitting on her before the boat left the dock. Though it’s supposed to be a momentary arrangement, he asks her to take it one step farther. Then another and another. The cruise promises to be memorable in every way that matters. Along the way, Alysin learns she won't have to fake an orgasm if she's with someone who knows what to do, that not all men suck but the best ones suck really well, and that sometimes what starts out as something pretend can fast become something completely real. Will the woman who lives life with no regrets, regret that she made that stupid rule about not exchanging names and contact info?
Maybe this time I was on my own. Then I saw him. He had those classic good looks, pretty without looking feminine; a strong jaw, beautiful deep blue eyes, and rich brown hair that was thick and begged to be touched. Why couldn’t that guy have pulled out my chair?
Standing, I smoothly stepped in front of him. “Babe, did you not see me? I was right here. Did you get my Coke?” I could see he was mildly shocked. No problem. I could fix that. In a few seconds he was going to be majorly shocked. In fact, I planned to render him speechless...and malleable. I stood on my tiptoes and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. As I imagined, I was offered a hungrier look. That’s when I made my move. Slowly, I matched my lips to his and then shifted so I was angled and we were kissing...really really kissing. Thankfully, he played along. Seconds later he had played right into my hand. Wow wow wow.
“Help me, please,” I breathed into his ear.
“Anything for you, sexy.” He sealed his vow with a kiss on my cheek that totally did not suck. He looked over at my intruder. “Who’s this guy?” he asked, jerking his thumb in the guy’s direction.
“I have no idea. I’m sure he was just keeping the seat warm for you, though.” I smiled at him and frowned over at the guy who was keeping me from my meal.
“Uh, yeah, I was just leaving,” the man mumbled. Then he stood up as he muttered apologies and soon walked away. The new guy sat down. I stared over at him while trying to read the situation. For all I knew, I had simply traded one douche for another. Historically speaking, it wouldn’t shock me.
“Hey, don’t mind me. I just ended up getting drawn into your little charade. Hope you don’t mind if I enjoy my meal while we keep up appearances?” He smiled.
“Nope. We’re good,” I replied although I was admittedly wary.
While I was smiling at him, I had little to say. There was so much going on in my mind...and thanks to Jolie, having an orgasm wasn’t part of it. The longer he sat, not making a move, the more interesting he became. Maybe I wasn’t desperate for sex, but I wasn’t going to turn down the possibility of some amazing guilt-free sex with a hot guy for anything. Only I wasn’t sure how to gain his attention. My smile hadn’t worked. The kiss hadn’t accomplished anything. What was it going to take to get a man like this to be interested in spending a few meaningless days on a cruise with me? Guess I’d simply have to try the direct approach.
“Are you married?” I asked, confident if that didn’t break the ice, nothing would.
“No,” he said, cocking his head.
I leaned in. “Really? Because you look like the marrying kind.” I took another bite of my potato salad while I studied his reaction.
Throwing his head back to laugh, he said, “I run too fast. No one can catch me, let alone keep up.” He punctuated his sentence with a wink.
Clearly I was going to have to be the one to get the conversation started. “Thank you for saving me. I’m here with my friend. She is napping right now. I’m not used to having to fend off guys anymore,” I admitted as I kept on eating. Isn’t it nice when you don’t want anything serious from someone and you can just be yourself? That was the freedom I felt around Mr. Bedroom Eyes.
He smiled and I saw he started to extend his hand. I had the feeling he was about to introduce himself, so I stopped him. “Listen, you can tell me your name, but I’m just going to forget it. I’m lousy with names.”
“Okay, so we’re not exchanging names? Is there anything you would like to exchange?” He smirked.
“Yes, as a matter of fact. How about bodily fluids?” I smiled and stared at him with a suggestive
look.He...choked on his Coke. When he finally stopped coughing, I was about finished eating. I don’t let much come between my food and me even if I don’t look like it.
“Sorry, I’m not used to women being so direct,” he said with a smile as he wiped his face.
“I don’t play,” I said honestly. Then I stood. I am known for my exits. As I turned, giving him full view of what I considered my best feature, I shot over my shoulder, “Think about it.” Then I walked away. Always...and I mean always leave them wanting more. I didn’t have to look back to know he was staring at me. Let him stare. With my head up and shoulders back, I headed to the elevator.
What made her decide to be an erotica author?
Simple.
How else was she going to parlay her two favorite past times into a career?
Emma is single and loving it. Like her first character, Alysin, Sin for short, she doesn't believe in settling or in settling down. She loves to indulge in her passions whenever the mood strikes and enjoys keeping all of life's cliche moments spicy.
Known for her sense of humor, Emma surrounds herself with friends whose antics often become the source of book fodder. Her ideal situation would be to explore the Caribbean while writing. She pursues that dream daily.
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