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Simone Sinna
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I’ve been writing since I was eight years old. I have several ‘finished’
(unpublished) novels from when I was about fifteen. Argh!!! Truly cringe worthy
romance… (Or rather an attempt at it. At this stage of my life my friend’s
brother was about the only eligible male I knew, courtesy of an all girl family
and all girl school, and he still played with railway sets…).
Move onto early twenties I started writing another romance drama that
got to about page twenty. Read it again recently – scary! The ‘hero’ was
obviously based on my husband. Trouble is I was married to someone else at the
time. Mmm – probably accounts for why both that particular story and then my
(first) marriage came to a grounding halt!
Late twenties; Hubbie- affectionately known as ‘Sinnaman’ (and
current(!) of many years duration) told me to either write or book or shut up
about doing it (in the nicest possible way). I thought about this and decided I
didn’t want to die thinking I should have. So I wrote two complete novels
(psychological dramas) and submitted both. The second got an agent and to the
last phase at Random House. Deciding I didn’t like rejection and that I’d given
it my best, I took a job promotion in something I was good at (and got paid a
lot) and am quite passionate about.
Then last year we went on a 2038km (about 1400 miles) pilgrimage across
France and Spain (yes walked every step, took 87 days) I decided I was still
passionate about fiction writing (in my main job I have published nonfiction)
and wanted to get back to it. Fortunately I am at the stage in my paid job that
I can work part time and still keep afloat. Prior to going on the walk I had
been living in New York and wrote Embedded on the train commute to Yale. Its
acceptance happened after I decided to go part time – as did getting short
listed for an erotic short story competition which is now published (see below
on how to win a copy!) and another short story also has been accepted for
publication.
The heroine in Embedded is going to return in Exposé (coming out in April as an E-book, print in August, with
Siren) where she’s involved in a film crew filming along the Pilgrimage trail.
It was a great way to relive a terrific walk without blisters!
My first book Embedded comes
out in print February2012!!! (or as an Ebook) Also
available on Amazon.
Here’s an adult excerpt! In celebration of the Australian Tennis open
I’ve picked an early scene (before she meets up with the hero) where New
Yorker, Stephanie, 29, an investigative journalist, is on the way to Australia in
Singapore first class lounge, and gets up close and personal with a professional
tennis player heading there for the tournament.
As soon as the shower-room door was closed, Stephanie
looked at Matt. Her moment of bravado had passed, and she was relieved to see
that Matt was not feeling entirely comfortable either. He was attempting
nonchalance, as if he regularly showered with attractive strangers, but she
could see he was nervous. He pulled off his shirt, and Stephanie looked on
appreciatively, her skin tingling in anticipation of what might lay ahead.
Youth had its advantages. His back muscles rippled as he worked his jeans down.
He turned around, still in his Union Jack briefs. ‘Are
you showering fully clothed?’
‘Just admiring the view,’ Stephanie replied.
Matt grinned, dropped the briefs—this really was a
very well-built young man—and stepped closer. ‘May I?’
Stephanie didn’t answer, aware of the smell of his
masculinity and the electricity it sent through her. Matt hesitantly put his
hands out. She guided them to her top, and he began undoing buttons, kissing
her neck as he did so. She could feel him against her and remained quite still,
closing her eyes, soaking in the feeling of being desired. The blouse off, he
quickly dispensed with her bra. She leaned back against the sink as his kisses
covered her torso, lips lingering over her nipples. Matt’s breathing quickened.
His hands went to her jeans, slowly undoing them, easing them down. Then he was
gone.
Opening her eyes, she saw he was sitting on the floor,
watching her as he peeled a condom over his cock. Momentarily self-conscious,
she put a hand over the light fuzz of her sex.
‘No, don’t, please,’ Matt pleaded. ‘You’re the most
beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I want to soak in every minute because I’m sure
I’m going to wake up and find this is all a dream.’
‘No dream,’ said Stephanie, smiling as she twirled
around. ‘But if we don’t hurry, we’ll miss the plane.’
Matt grinned. ‘Let’s get the next one.’ He moved
closer, his hands on either side of her hips, his tongue in her belly button.
Stephanie, teasing, grabbed her pile of clothes. ‘I
really can’t miss this plane—’
Matt grinned, flicked the shower tap, and pulled her,
clothes still in hand, under the water. Stephanie shrieked, but Matt pulled her
to him and drowned her cry with a kiss, running his hands over her body. Stephanie
gasped, feeling his erection against her, water tumbling over her head and down
her cleavage. He massaged her breasts then spun her around so her back was
against his chest, his hand teasing her nipples as he pulled her against his
rock-hard cock. The hot water streamed over them, into mouths and eyes, running
over their bodies as they rocked in tune. Matt cupped one hand over her breast.
The other moved over her mound to find her clit.
Stephanie moaned, her butt wriggling into his groin
until Matt suddenly released her, pulled her hips into him and, with a quick
whisper in her ear to check that she was up for it, thrust his cock into her.
The speed of it took away her breath. So much for the men of tomorrow, this one
was well and truly already here today! Stephanie leant forward, panting, her
hands supporting her on the shower wall.
Matt was every bit as fit as he looked, with alarming
stamina and gymnastic ability. Forget football players, she thought. Matt eased
her to the shower floor. The break was good for her aerobic issues, but she
began immediately wanting him back inside her. Matt took one leg, gently
sucking her toe, watching her as she failed to contain the exquisite pleasure
he was affording her. One hand began to gently caress her calves, and as it
worked up to her inner thighs, she gasped. His mouth now took each toe in turn,
his tongue occasionally tickling her insole, all the while his hand working up
and down her legs, always stopping just short of her most sensitive part. After
a few minutes he took the other leg and gently sucked one toe, and just when
she thought this leg, too, was to be given the same treatment, he put a leg
over each of his shoulders and moved closer to her. As he did, the breadth of
his shoulders and the narrowness of her hips meant that her legs had to part
just a little, and in doing so she was aware that she was exposing the lips of
her sex, glistening with her moisture. Clothes around her now forgotten,
Stephanie gasped as Matt entered her again. The pressure of him against her
clit, with his cock now even deeper within, accelerated her excitement. Not
sure she’d survive in the position, the shower floor hard against her back, she
focused within. Rocking her hips and trying not to shout too loudly, she
climaxed.
But Matt had not finished. Putting her legs gently
down and swiveling her over, he took her from behind, on the shower floor.
Stephanie was aroused again. The change in pressure and his persistence was
enough to wake her up. She felt herself rocking again in frantic response,
feeling his hardness, his hands so firm on her hips that they were likely to
leave bruises, and rather than feeling pain, it added to her arousal. She let
out a loud, ‘Yes’ and came again, followed by Matt, finally releasing. They lay
spent as water cascaded over them both, cleansing and rejuvenating.
‘Wow,’ said Stephanie, finally. ‘Watch out, Roger Federer!’
PROMO AND COMPETITION!
Be one of two people selected randomly on February 28th to email me (I’ll
contact three people for their postal address) on simone.sinna@yahoo.com.au with the
answers to two questions below from Embedded
and win a print copy of Heat Wave’76 (mixed erotic short stories, worth $14.95)
by Stringybark publishers.
Question One. What work does the character Tim do?
Question Two. What are the names of the two men Tiara has a threesome
with?
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