One Last Time....with H K Carlton
1. Last person I
kissed... My husband is the last person
that I kissed passionately. (Baahahaha) :D But I believe the last person I
kissed, just a peck, was my daughter, on the cheek before she left for school
this morning.
2. Last time I
said "I love you"... To son #1,
when he left for work today. (And I’m a lucky mom, ‘cause he said it first) J
3. Last celebrity
crush... I have so many celebrity crushes,
Noelle; it’s laughable. It’s more of a celebrity crush obsession. But I will be
a good girl, because I have been accused of being greedy in the past and I will
choose just one. Matt Damon. (but I have more recently discovered Jason Momoa)
OMFG! Just sayin’! (He would have been the perfect cover model for Gard the
devil in my historical romance The Devil Take You) Sigh…
4. Last junk food
I ate... Honey roasted peanuts. Yum!
5. Last injury I
sustained... I twisted my ankle, when I
was stepping down from the bleachers after one of son #2’s rugby games. The
next day I could barely walk on it and it was a lovely shade of purple for
weeks after.
6. Last song that
made me rock out... Okay, y’all are going
to giggle, but please remember I have a teenage daughter. One Direction’s “I
Would”. YouTube it, it’s catchy.
7. Last time I
said I'm sorry...I’m Canadian, I say I’m sorry every other sentence. ;)
8. Last time I
cursed... About two minutes ago. (Potty
mouth.) Sorry. J
9. Last time I
had fried food... Oh, fried food. My mum
is English; does that not say it all? My husband likes to say if it isn’t fried,
that I didn’t cook it. And it was bacon and egg with mushrooms and fried bread
with red tomatoes. And yes, all fried in the bacon drippings. Arteries are
hardening as we speak. But I enjoyed every bite. ( I tell my family, I’m
killing them slowly.)
Thanks for having me back, Noelle. This was
fun!
Streetlight People Blurb: Ménage á Trois M/F/F
We all have
hidden desires. Sometimes we conceal them, even from ourselves.Andrea, your average college co-ed, has signed up for some extra courses at the local university, but so far the only thing that has sparked her interest is the sexy guy on campus with the tight-fitting jeans, muscle-hugging T-shirt and ever-present shabby cowboy boots. From their fiery exchange of awareness, the admiration is not completely one-sided.
After a miserable day at her part-time job and a few drinks, Andi takes a walk, only to find herself in the arms of her campus crush, Street. As the two get to know each other rather robustly against a storefront window, Street’s girlfriend appears and issues a deliciously steamy proposition.
Andrea soon realises she’s about to get a crash course in down-and-dirty street smarts that she won’t soon forget, under the smouldering tutelage of Street and his exotic-looking girlfriend, Toni. Apparently, you can score anything on the street these days—even a threesome!
After a frenzied night of satisfying experimentation, Andi sneaks out while her two companions sleep, escaping the particularly awkward morning after. But in the stark light of day, Andi has to admit that her feelings for Street are more than simple infatuation, and Toni isn’t a part of the new equation.
Could Andrea possibly hope Street might feel the same?
Excerpt:
I heard one of them
come into the room. I didn’t turn to see who it was. Whoever it was took a long
drink and set their glass back on the table. I felt someone move in behind me.
Strong hands massaged my tense neck muscles. I knew it was him. The hands were
too strong to be hers. I felt some of the tension leave my body. He pulled my
hair aside.
“I told you you’d
enjoy a blonde,” the girl said, sounding smug.
She must have been
close to him by the sound of her voice. Street pulled me back against his body
and I felt his hard-on pressing into my tailbone. He might have changed into
clean pants, but he hadn’t done them up. He gripped my hips, then slid his
palms up my ribs slowly until he cupped my breasts firmly in his big hands.
I closed my eyes to
heighten the sensations. I arched my back, pushing my backside firmly into his
erection, while thrusting my breasts more fully into his hands.
“They are such a nice,
heavy handful,” he said, squeezing my boobs almost painfully. “I meant what I
said. I wanna see.”
Another set of
hands gripped at the hem of my T-shirt, waiting for my consent to lift my top
up. I opened my eyes and looked into the girlfriend’s. She was standing right
in front of me. When I hesitated, Street soothed me with his lips against my
ear. “Can we see your beautiful tits, Andi?”
Still, I hesitated.
What was I doing there?
“You first,” Street
directed our companion.
She didn’t hesitate.
She was fearless. She kept her dark, exotic eyes on mine and peeled her shirt
over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I kept my gaze firmly planted on hers,
but Street’s hands tightened on my breasts as if he wanted to reach out and
touch her, and his dick hardened even more against my ass.
She stepped closer.
“You can touch me,” she offered, looking at me. When I didn’t, Street reached
for her, pushing me even closer to the woman. His hands covered her breasts.
Her eyes closed briefly as she enjoyed his touch.
I felt strange, almost
jealous. How could that be? I had no claims on him. But I didn’t want to see
his hands on her. I tried to push that aside and just concentrate on the fact
that I was also turned on. By him and by her. I’d never touched another
woman before in quite this way. I wondered if I could turn her on by doing
things to her that I liked, just as she’d done for me.
She was so near. He
wasn’t forcing me any closer but he was standing firmly at my back, not
allowing me to retreat either.
I reached out and
touched her face. She mirrored me, stroking mine lightly, as if she knew I’d
never done this before and I needed to go slow. I looked into her eyes. They
were soft, looking back at me steadily, encouragingly.
My mouth was so dry. I
realised I was panting shallowly with a combination of nervousness and arousal.
I tried to lick my parched lips. “What’s your name?” I asked in a soft whisper.
Suddenly it was important for me to know her name before we went any further.
“Toni,” she answered,
the movement of her lips drawing my eyes to her mouth. She had full, plump
lips. I traced her bottom one with my thumb. Her little pink tongue darted out
and followed it. I was entranced by its path.
Street chuckled from behind me. “The guys
will never believe me when I tell them I spent the night with two lovely
ladies, especially when I tell them I spent the night in bed with Andi and
Toni.”
Toni smiled. I’m not
sure if I did, because at that moment Street decided to let go of her breasts,
only to take mine into his hands again. He squeezed and lifted them, and began
to kiss my neck softly, teasing with his lips and his tongue, sending little
shivers over my skin. “Your shirt now, Andi,” he coaxed.
Toni again took the
hem of my shirt into her hands, but this time she didn’t wait for
permission—she whisked it up as he raised my arms, and they divested me of my
shirt. She reached for me, but Street turned me in his arms. “No. Let me see,
first.” I trembled at his words.
I looked up at him.
His eyes were hot. I swallowed thickly as Toni undid the hooks of my bra from
behind me. Street pulled the straps down my arms. His gaze went straight to my
breasts and he smiled softly. “Ahh,” he breathed and nodded. “Lovely. I knew
you would be.”
I felt that intense,
tingling heaviness begin between my legs just from his stare. I stepped into
his open palms, wanting to feel his hands on me. My breasts filled his warm
grip. He moved one hand, bent his head and kissed my nipple. It puckered at
once. I twined my fingers into his thick, blond hair, holding him to me as he
shaped his lips around the bud.
“Let’s move this into
the bedroom,” Toni broke in.
Street swept me up in his arms, as if I
weighed nothing, and took me to their bedroom.
* * * *
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Noelle,what a great interview.
ReplyDeleteAww HK, your son sounds lovely, is that the hooker? Hehehe!
You know I love Streetlight People - hot, hot, hot! ;)
Cheers
Donna
Thanks for dropping by Donna and thanks so much for your compliment!
DeleteOkay, I'll admit that reading menage isn't my thing, but your excerpts are starting to change my mind. I think I'm going to have to give menage another try. :)
ReplyDeleteCongrats again, HK!
Also, this is the most inventive type of interview I've ever come across. Cheers to that, Noelle!
~Jen
Thank you, Jen. It's something a little different for me too.
DeleteNoelle's One Last Time feature is cool, isn't it.
H K
Thanks so much for dropping by and for the compliments Jen. :-) I got the idea from a magazine and thought it would be a great new way to get to know my fellow authors.
DeleteHey Donna, The hooker is son #2 LOL!.
ReplyDeleteThank you, but I had trouble sleeping last night, with ideas that you have put in my head. I think you are right Toni has a story there.
Cheers,
H K
Ooh, Heather! I've been waiting to get my hands on this ever since I heard you'd written a M/F/F story! Sounds delicious!
ReplyDeleteAnd your interview is a riot. Are Canadians renowned for being apologetic?
Congratulations on the release!