Tuesday, January 03, 2017

An Artist's Kiss by Suzy Shearer ...

An Artist’s Kiss
by Suzy Shearer

Out now!


When artist Gabriel Milford, 47 wanted a plus-sized mature model he never expected to find the love of his life. Now he just needs to convince Isabella Coburn, 50 that they were meant to be together.

But Isabella has a terrible secret, a secret dark desire that she’s spent her life trying to ignore.


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Isabella Coburn, 50 left the nude modelling world years ago but Gabriel Milford, 47, needs a rubinesque older woman to pose for him. He's determined Issie will pose for him but she's equally determined not to.

Determined to win her over Gabriel does it the wrong way - he attempts blackmail then by forces his attentions on her. It’s only when she tries to sneak into his property that she finally agrees.

Isabella has had a secret since she was 19. One that she's only shared with one other person who treated her like she had the plague when she confessed it. Since then she considers herself perverted, sick, swearing off any involvement.

Now she’s running scared - she’s met the one man who makes her dark desires clamour to be free - desires that Gabriel would be only too willing to satisfy.

Can Gabriel convince her that she isn’t perverted? Will she finally accept who she is or will she continue to shun happiness the way she has for the past twenty years?

 [Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, HEA]
A Siren Erotic Romance


STORY EXCERPT:  
Grimacing, Gabriel looked at the brush in his very paint-stained hands then angrily turned back to glare ferociously at Ian.
“What do you mean, you haven’t been able to get a model? There’s got to be thousands of women out there who pose,” he growled.
“True, but you said you wanted an older woman and most women models that age are just not plus-sized.”
Furiously Gabriel snarled loudly, “Well, find one!”
“Calm down, Gabriel. I’ve contacted Erica Jones’ agency. We’ve used her agency before although I’ve never actually met her. She’s got plus-sized models on her books but I think they’re in their twenties and thirties. Still, she said she might have or might know someone.”
“I don’t want someone young, Ian,” Gabriel snapped, sick of telling Ian the same thing over and over. “I told you I want someone in their forties or even older. I don’t care if she’s in her late sixties or seventies. I want a woman with character, a woman who’s lived.”
“Okay, okay. I get the picture!”
Gabriel threw down the paintbrush and, stomping angrily across to his easel, he tried to look critically at the painting as he fumed on Ian’s unsuccessful search. Surely it shouldn’t be this hard to find one damn model! Ignoring Ian for the moment, he turned his attention back to the huge canvas in front of him.
A foreshortened figure of a gaunt naked man, lying on his back with his head toward the viewer, filled the painting. Even though the strokes were broad and heavy there was still a slight softness about the work that created a sympathetic feel. The haunted face appeared as if the man were in pain. Maybe from being stretched out or maybe he was ill or tortured. Whatever the reason, it drew the viewer immediately and they felt the same hurt, the same agony. It was an uncomfortable piece but it certainly demanded attention.
There wasn’t much work left to do on it and he really wanted to get started on the female nude. He took a deep breath, inhaling the aromas of paint, linseed oil, and turpentine.
Without turning, Gabriel said gruffly, “Just find someone, Ian.”
“I will. For goodness’ sake, Gabe, relax,” Ian snapped a retort.
Surprised at the exasperated tone in Ian’s voice, Gabriel turned back and really looked at the man who was both friend and agent. Gabriel saw with surprise that Ian looked very upset but was still trying to calm Gabriel down. Ruefully he realised at once Ian would be doing everything he could to satisfy Gabriel’s request.
They’d been friends for so long, ever since Gabriel started making his name in the art world. It was then he’d realised he’d need an agent and found Ian’s agency. Ian worked with the three “As”—artists, actors, and authors. Gabriel knew how hard Ian worked to satisfy his clients. Now Gabriel felt awful for yelling and complaining.
“I’m sorry. It’s just I get caught up and…”
Ian sighed loudly.
“I know, Gabriel. Believe it or not, I do understand. Let’s face it, I’ve seen you working for years so I know a little of what goes on inside that thick head of yours.” He smiled to take the sting out of his words. “Just when were you planning on starting the nude?”
Gabriel looked back at the vast painting.
“This…” He pointed to the canvas. “It’s really finished. I just want to touch up a few areas so maybe next week. The client wants this ready in three weeks so I’m ahead of time. Anyway, I want to get plenty of sketches down on the female nude so I can decide exactly on the pose and size. Until I have a model, I really don’t know the pose.”
He hoped Ian could understand the frustration he felt. His mind was filled with dozens of ideas but until he had an actual woman in front of him he wouldn’t be able to decide. The pose would really depend on the woman, how the play of light and shadows affected her body, even the woman’s personality would play into his ideas.
“I’m meeting Erica Saturday night, a party with a few million people, anyway hopefully she tells me she’s found someone.”
“Thanks, Ian.”
“If she doesn’t have a model then there’s a good chance she’ll know an agency that might be able to help. Don’t worry, Gabe, I’ll find her for you.”
“Sorry I got angry. I know you’re doing your best.”
Gabriel reached out a hand to Ian as a peace offering.
© Suzy Shearer 2016

ADULT EXCERPT:

“So you like this, do you, Issie?”
He grabbed his dick and rubbed his hand up and down the shaft then stepped out of his jeans.
Oh my god!
It looked huge, thick, and long. Isabella panicked, wondering how on earth he would fit it inside her body. She suddenly realised she was licking her lips in anticipation.
“Tell me. Tell me you want my cock.”
“I…” She nodded.
“No, say it,” he demanded. “Say you want my cock.”
Stuttering, she said, “I…I want your cock.”
“Tell me, my beautiful Issie, have you ever sucked a man’s cock?”
She shook her head.
“Mm. Have you ever been fucked in the arse?’
She gulped and shook her head again. He untied one of her wrists and an ankle and rolled her onto her tummy before tying her arm again.
“I want this luscious arse bright pink.”
As he spoke he began rubbing and kneading her bottom. Isabella couldn’t help it. She lifted her buttocks slightly into his hand. Then she felt him smack one cheek. This was so different to the other time he did it, this time she was naked. He hit her bare flesh again.
Oh god, she thought, amazed, it feels so good.
He hit her again and this time he forced his fingers between her cheeks and pushed them down until he could rub her slit. Then he hit again and rubbed. She could feel how wet she was, it felt as if she was dripping onto the bed. Gabriel spread her juices between the cracks of her arse. She lost count of how many times he hit her, all she knew it felt amazing.
She kept saying to herself, please don’t stop.
She felt him untie her other ankle and then manoeuvre her until she was on her knees with her legs apart, her head against the bed. He moved until his face was against her ear.
That sexy voice of his murmured in her ear, “I’m going to fuck you, Issie. I’m going to fuck you until you come again then I intend to keep fucking you until I come.”
She turned her head to look at him, shocked.
“If you’re a good girl I might even let you come twice.”
“Twice?” she gasped.
“Mm, you have such a delicious cunt, I loved tasting it. Now I just know I’m going to love fucking it.”
His dirty words both shocked and excited her. She’d never had a man say such crude things to her during sex. She watched as he stood then smacked her arse again. He rolled the condom onto his swollen cock then pulled her around until he could position his dick at the entrance to her drenched pussy.
Gabriel put a hand on his cock and guided it between her lips. There was no nice gentle rubbing, no easing in, instead he thrust in hard. She cried out as she felt herself stretch painfully to accommodate his size and then Isabella felt his balls bang against her. The pain had disappeared and in its place was a burning hunger. Gripping her hips, he pulled her back and forth in time to his hard thrusts.
Instinctively Isabella began to move as well so Gabriel dropped one hand from her hips and instead began to rub her clit. He hammered her hard and rough. Isabella gasped with each thrust and she could hear Gabriel doing the same. She could hear their flesh slamming together, echoing in the room, could smell his masculine aroma and her softer sweeter one.
His fingers pinched and rubbed her swollen sensitive clit. Stunned, Isabella felt another climax rock her. She bit down on the sheet covering the bed as he continued to push his cock deep inside her.
He shouted, “That’s right, Issie. Come for me!”
He continued pummelling into her and Isabella was almost overwhelmed by the feeling in her mind and her body. It felt surreal, she felt as if she were starting to float. Gabriel used his other hand and pulled hard on one nipple, using it to direct her movements. Between his fingers on her clit, the one pulling her nipple and his cock ramming in and out of her, Isabella had no chance.
Her scream echoed around the room as her third orgasm shook her. Gabriel increased his thrusts. He pounded deeper and harder until she felt him grab her hips to pull her tight onto his cock. He shouted her name as she felt him fill the condom with his cum.
Isabella lost it.
She lost all sense of time. All she could feel was her body shuddering as that third climax rippled across. She thought Gabriel collapsed against her but she wasn’t sure as she followed the wonderful feeling. Never in her entire life had she experienced multiple orgasms. Never had she felt ones as hard and strong as these. She actually felt drained. She had an idea that Gabriel untied her and she thought she felt him lie beside her then gather her into his arms but she was too relaxed, too satisfied to even know for sure.
© Suzy Shearer 2016





An Artist’s Kiss is book 4 in the Dark Desires series.

This series is about the secret cravings we have, the things that go on behind closed doors. Those dark desires we harbour and crave but sometimes afraid to ask for.

Each book in the series is a stand-alone so the books can be read in any order.

E-BOOKS            The Club: Bound                                               The Club 2: Uncollared
OUT NOW           The Club 3: Waxed                                           The Club 4: Displayed
                           The Club 5: Submit                                          The Club 6: Unmasked  
                           Daemons Are Forever                                       Build a Love
   Perfect Three                                                   

                                The Hunters series
A Hunter's Heart - Book 1             
A Hunter’s Choice - Book 2         
A Hunter’s Challenge - Book 3

                                Dark Desires series (each book is a standalone)
Whipped Delights                            
Craving Her Master                        
Melting Her Dom’s Heart                 
An Artist’s Kiss
                                                 
PAPERBACKS OUT NOW
                                Vol 1 - The Club (Bound and Uncollared)
                                Daemons Are Forever
                                A Hunter’s Heart
                                A Hunter’s Choice
                                A Hunter’s Challenge
        Build A Love
                                Whipped Delights
        Craving Her Master
        Perfect Three


LINKS - WHERE TO FIND SUZY:                                                                  


LINKS WHERE TO BUY:
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Bookworld (Aust): Bookworld


BIO:
Best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books have consistantly reached her publisher's Best Seller list with several reaching # 1.  Her book Build A Love was runner-up in the Ménage category in the Easy Chair Bookshop's Fiction competition 2015 and A Hunter's Heart was runner-up in the Series Category.
Single, all alone and fancy free Suzy lives in the Western Suburbs of Sydney Australia with one very spoilt dog and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company.
She is a Buddhist, an author, an artist, a computer nerd and a voracious reader. Suzy has a penchant for crazy coloured hair - pinks, purples blues even rainbowed.... it changes every month - oh yes, also a penchant for tattoos!
Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid-40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.  When she discovered many romance books seemed to cater for younger readers with their heroines and heroes in the 20s she decided to write about characters who were older but maybe not always wiser.  As she is in her 60s Suzy feels she can relate to her characters desires, fears and hopes and hopes her readers can as well.
Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. Sexy isn't just for the under 30s.
When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. Check out her artwork at: http://sooziiiart.blogspot.com/ 

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