Friday, February 24, 2017

A Vampire's Tale... coming soon...


Presale continues... Release date is scheduled for March 22... Between now and then (and even before now), lots of exciting happenings... A review... Blog visits... Interviews...

Reviews:
Jennly Reads

Blog Visits:
Doris O'Connor on February 6, 2017
Cherie Nicholls on February 8, 2017
Summerita Rhayne on February 8, 2017
Raven McAllan on February 9, 2017
INDIE SPOTLIGHT with Ricki Wilson on February 9, 2017


Interviews: Interview with Red River Radio on February 22, 2017.
Interview with Night Owl Reviews on February 22, 2017.



This past Wednesday (February 22), in conjunction with Tirgearr Publishing's birthday, I had the distinct honor of visiting with Dellani Oakes, host of What's Write for Me, and Kemberlee Shortland, author and CEO, Tirgearr Publishing on Red River Radio.

I've been fortunate to participate in many written author interviews. This was my first radio interview.  Ever. I was nervous, of course, the butterflies kept me from getting overconfident, which is just as bad as becoming a complete wreck. With much encouragement (and a list of sample questions to help me prepare), I was all set. My slotted time was from 4:15 to 4:35 and I waited on the call, silently, listening for my introduction. The conversation went smoothly... I even answered a few questions on the fly... read my excerpt... and the twenty minutes were over before I knew it. I think it went really well...

If you missed it live... it's not too late...

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/rrradio/2017/02/22/red-river-radio-presents-whats-write-for-me-tirgearr-birthday-bash

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Next up... blog visits with Celtic Lady's Reviews, Virginia Lee, and Abbey MacMunn.

Starting March 22... a virtual book tour with Goddess Fish Promotions...


With more to come...

Saturday, February 11, 2017

#SexySnippets from A Vampire's Tale

Enjoy this sexy snippet from my soon-to-be-released paranormal romance novel A Vampire's Tale... Last week, my heroine Marisa admitted her feelings to my hero Corgan. How does he feel about her?


“Thank you for having me.”

He threw her a sly smile. “Anytime. You are quite delicious… to look at.”

Blushing at his words, she brushed her hair away from her neck, and thought about his bite.

Across the table, she noticed his eyes changing color. He gripped the edge of the tablecloth, his knuckles turning white, looking like he was about to barrel over.

Think of something else, love.

Excerpt From: Maya Tyler. “A Vampire's Tale.”


The best laid plans...

Marisa Clements was never satisfied writing the ‘gossip column’ in the local paper and she quit her job to follow her dream of writing fiction. Floundering in an unforgiving industry, she wrote about vampires, a popular subject she considered fascinating but as real as unicorns, to pay the rent.

Corgan was tired of human misconceptions about vampires and ‘living’ as a vampire. He planned to tell Marisa his story and end his existence. It was no coincidence Corgan selected Marisa to write his story. With the ability to see the future, he knew she would be a major part of it. He knew if they met, she would help him die, but in doing so, she’d be doomed to the same fate. Once they met, their futures would be irrevocably intertwined.

Corgan began to care for Marisa and finally revealed the truth to her. He admitted his quest to atone for his past sins had put her in grave danger from a nest of revenge seeking vampires. Corgan must claim her for her own protection. But claiming her is not enough, he must ask for help from his wizard friends and his maker in order to destroy his enemy or Marisa will never be safe.


Pre-sale is on now....

Friday, February 10, 2017

Just For Tonight by @mayatylerauthor

Excerpt from With Love from Val and Tyne Anthology


Laurie Ryan was absentmindedly fixing dinner for her ten year old twin brothers when the doorbell rang. Terry, who was older by six minutes, ran to open it. From the kitchen she could hear Terry greet Jeff Cannon, her best friend, and also the lawyer for her father’s estate. They trusted me enough to leave me the boys but not enough to let me control their finances , Laurie thought somewhat bitterly. She loved her half-brothers and was grateful that her irresponsible father and his wife had thought to provide for the boys, but their deaths two years ago had wreaked havoc on her life. She’d had to leave college, return to her hometown and assume responsibility for the two rambunctious little boys. She was grateful Jeff had helped her get an administrative position at his father’s law firm where he now worked. It was difficult to find a job without completing her degree and she needed the income to supplement the monthly allowance they received from the estate.

“It’s Uncle Jeff!” Terry announced as he bounded into the kitchen with Jeff following. Laurie’s face flushed slightly and her breath caught in her throat when she saw her friend. She carelessly brushed off her reaction. She had known him since they were in diapers. He was just a friend. It was just instinct responding to a handsome man—that and the heat in the kitchen. She was a terrible cook and had been leaning over the hot stove in a futile attempt to put something edible on the table tonight.

“Hey Lulu,” Jeff greeted her with a cheeky grin, using her brothers’ long-time nickname. “I have your check. And this,” he handed her a long white box, “was sitting on your front step when I got here.”

Laurie took the package curiously. She wasn’t expecting anything and especially not from the posh dress shop, Le Plumage. “There must be some mistake.”

“Just open it,” Jeff suggested.

Laurie lifted the lid off the box and found a sparkly sapphire blue dress and an elaborate mask nestled in a bed of white tissue paper.

“There’s a note,” Jeff commented as he peered into the box over her shoulder.

Laurie opened the note and silently read, “You are cordially invited to the Valentine’s Day Masked Ball” noting the time and location of the ball.

“Are you going, Lulu?” Gerry asked. Laurie had been so engrossed she hadn’t noticed Gerry enter the room.

“I can’t.” Laurie shook her head reluctantly.

“Don’t worry about us,” Terry piped up. “Mrs. Johnson can come over.”

“It would be crazy to go. I don’t even know who sent the invitation.” Laurie glanced back at the dress and felt compelled to try it on. “Maybe I could just try it on,” she murmured as she wistfully fingered the delicate material.

*** 
“This is crazy,” she muttered to herself when, a few days later on Valentine’s Day, she found herself wearing the beautiful gown, spinning in front of the mirror, feeling a little like Cinderella getting ready for the ball. A slender spaghetti strap rested on her left shoulder, leaving the other bare. The dress had a tightly fitted bodice, leaving little to the imagination of the curves hidden underneath. The skirt fell straight with a short train. When she first put it on, a wave of calm washed over her and now she surged with confidence.

“Are you ready yet?” Terry called up the stairs. Laurie glanced once more in the mirror before picking up the mask and her evening purse. Her little brothers stood in the foyer wearing identical mischievous grins. Most people couldn’t even tell the twins apart, but to her their personalities were a dead giveaway.

“Have fun,” Laurie’s neighbor Mrs. Johnson called from the living room.

Terry and Gerry nodded, enthusiastically echoing the sentiment.

Laurie left the house but, even though her social life had been significantly stilted since the boys came to live with her, she took a boatload of guilt with her at leaving them for the evening.

***  
She stood outside the impressive hotel on a luxurious red carpet as the valet drove her car away. The train of her dress curled dramatically at her feet and she assessed her surroundings through the limited view behind the mask.

“Bon soir,” a man greeted her with a thick French accent. He had brown hair and was dressed in a tailored black tuxedo.

“Are you..?”

“Oui,” he answered simply before leading her into the hotel and straight to the grand ballroom where couples swirled around the dance floor to a live swing band. Wordlessly the French stranger took her into his arms. Her pulse throbbed and her breath caught as she was swept away in a tirade of emotions, none of which she could define. He seemed so familiar, yet she couldn’t tell his identity from behind the mask. She was fully aware of him and excitement radiated from her body just from being close to him. He pressed intimately against her, his spicy cologne teasing her senses. It had been so long since she had been held and even longer since she had been loved. She could feel the strength in his arms; there was no escaping his embrace, even if she wanted to. But she was happy to stay in his arms, she noted as his soft caresses stirred a much denied longing. Soon tension coiled low in her belly and being held simply wasn’t enough.

After what seemed like hours of dancing, the stranger finally led her away from the dance floor. Her pulse raced as she instinctively knew he was taking her to a room upstairs and she responsively shivered in delight. She didn’t know him but her body was humming with desire and being with a stranger was her ultimate secret fantasy. With her life the way it was now, she only had one chance, so just for tonight she would let reality go and live out her fantasy. No second thoughts.

Following the stranger into the room, Laurie turned seductively and reached out to remove his mask. He subtly shook his head. Even better, she thought with a thrill, no names, no faces, just mutual satisfaction. Covered in goose bumps, her body continued to hum, the anticipation heightening her desire. She boldly unzipped her dress and stepped out of it, leaving her in a black satin chemise with garters.

For a split second she thought she saw doubt flit over the exposed features of her mystery man. But she was too far gone to care now. She advanced predatorily on him. He might have gulped but his sudden turnaround only spurred her desire. She had never been the pursuer before and she reveled in the feeling as he backed up toward the bed and abruptly sat down. Feeling like everything she had ever wanted was within her reach, she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.

The moment their lips met, Laurie felt like she had exploded. Need pulsed throughout her body, causing wetness and an uncontrollable throbbing between her legs. She slipped onto his lap and ground herself wantonly to ease the throb. It had been too long for her and she felt desperate for his touch on her skin.

Changing his wooden response to a more ardent one, he cupped her ass firmly as she rubbed against him. Moaning loudly, Laurie felt her body shiver and quake as she was hit with an orgasm. She still felt needy and whimpered pathetically for more satisfaction.

When he moved away from her, she begged, “Please.” He smiled secretively in response before he took off his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. Laurie’s mouth dropped as she openly ogled his muscular chest. She wanted to touch him but her fingers didn’t get the message. All she could do was stare admiringly as he slowly and methodically undressed. Her body screamed for satisfaction and she could tell she wasn’t hiding her reaction very well. She was panting and a thin sheen of perspiration had formed on her forehead.

With a cocky smile, he pushed her back on the bed and confidently advanced on her, deftly removing her black thong and dipping to lick the sweet juices from her earlier pleasure.

“Oh my God,” she gasped as she gripped the bedcovers. When she didn’t think she could take it anymore, she was nearly hyperventilating from all the panting; he gave her one last purposeful lick and crawled up her body slowly. His rough body hair scratched her smooth skin provocatively until they were face to face. Tenderly cupping her face, he leaned in slowly for a kiss. Laurie could taste herself on his lips and found it oddly erotic. Opening her legs to him, he accepted her invitation and gently thrust inside her.

“Oh Lulu,” he moaned, all traces of a French accent gone.

If you enjoyed this story, you may like my novella Dream Hunter (available now http://www.mayatylerauthor.com/dream-hunter.html) or my novel A Vampire's Tale (coming soon http://www.mayatylerauthor.com/a-vampires-tale.html)

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

#CoverReveal His Christmas Delight by @summeritarhayne

His Christmas Delight by Summerita Rhayne


Blurb:
Caught by Santa!
For Myra, Christmas means supporting her friends. They rallied round getting her back on her feet after she lost Pete, her husband, so she's always ready to help any of them. No matter to what lengths the challenge makes her go. Only she didn't expect to find Santa almost catching her in her wrongdoings. Then she finds that the handsome Santa is Jay, her old high school friend. Now he's changed from a gangly geek to an attractive stranger. After missing out on the dating scene for a long time after losing Pete, she feels the first stirring of desire. But Jay is playing hot and cold, refusing to admit the attraction sizzling between them.

He’s back in Goa just for Christmas
Jay knew Myra as his best friend's girl. Now Pete is gone, but Jay is finding difficult to let go of the scars he picked up in Coast Guard service. He’s home only to help revive his brother’s toy shop. When he finds himself making excuses to stay, he knows he’s crossing the limits he’d set himself. What’s the purpose in taking this further when he knows he cannot be the one to give her the happiness she deserves?  But no matter how hard he tries, the scorching flames of wanting only seem to get stronger. How can he keep on denying the attraction between them when she insists on coming close?


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Excerpt:
‘It isn’t what you think. I didn’t refuse because of Pete. His memory is precious and it would be with me always. But I’m not hanging on to the past.’ He paused. 
It went on so long she began to think she’d offended him in some way.
‘Maybe I am,’ he said slowly. ‘I meant it when I said we weren’t friends. We never were on my side. Because I’m hanging on to your memory, Myra. The memory of your lips on mine.’ 
Her heart stopped then began to beat fast.
‘A good kiss is like a lovely ice cream flavor. Once tasted, never forgotten,’ he said. ‘I never forgot that kiss, sweetheart. Because it was with my first crush.’ He smiled crookedly.
‘Jay...’
‘One grows out of a crush, they say. Maybe I did for a while. But then I saw you in Kochi and it started all over again. I couldn’t risk betraying myself so I wouldn’t come home.’
‘Oh Jay. I didn’t know.’
‘How could you? I was taking care you didn’t. That seemed to be a good enough reason to stay away. But now I realize I shouldn’t have. I should have come back...should’ve shared your grief with you. But all I could selfishly focus on was my feelings. After the trauma I was too raw. Stressed. They said, it was normal. It would pass. But it didn’t. It took me quite a while to get myself together. Even then I wasn’t cured.’ 
‘Oh Jay, you’ve been so stubborn. I could have helped you. You could have let me know.’ 
He smiled again. A whimsical one. Too stubborn. She saw he would never have admitted the illness that must have seemed to him like a failing. That was how most men thought of being ill. She had seen it with her father. Her brother. Even Pete.
 ‘I’m fine. But there are spells sometimes…’ She could see the effort it cost him to admit that.
‘What I’m trying to say, Myra, is this. I can’t go for anything steady with you. My life isn’t what it should be...what a man has who wants to offer commitment to a woman and to you I would have liked to offer that. With you, it would have to be the works. I don’t know if I can go for it. And, after what happened, the way you lost Pete, I can’t take the chance of hurting you.’
‘Oh Jay!’ She could hardly take in what he was saying. It was too much all at once.
‘When you asked me this afternoon, I realized things were going too quickly for us. I’d just got carried away seeing you again.’ He rubbed his neck. ‘And I had to stop before we got started on anything. Still, no matter what my intention, I was very rude. That’s why I had to come. To apologize. You mean too much to me to be able to brush you off like that. I had to explain. I’m not sure I’m doing a good job of it.’ He grimaced.
She knew what he wanted to say. Being honest, he’d really put it the way it was. He couldn’t dissemble. He might be wishing he’d said less because she knew intuitively he didn’t like to share his feelings.
He’d crushed on her...the way he described the kiss...oh God she hadn’t known. No wonder he’d stayed away. She and Pete had got engaged. She’d been besotted with Pete. He’d been such a good person. A great human being. Always ready to help others.
‘I might look like I’m managing well but I’m not in too good a shape.’ She pulled a face. ‘The shock of losing Pete... it took a lot out of me. However, family and friends, especially Tonya, have been a great help.’ She paused. ‘I appreciate your worry and concern but I don’t know if I’m ready to take another chance.’ She shook her head. ‘It was too painful. I am barely recovered now. In fact, I haven’t given any man a thought for so long. You’re the first man I’ve really noticed in a long while. I won’t lie, I noticed you good, Jay. But about thinking of anything serious…’ She shook her head. ‘I don’t know if I can take the risk of loving again.’
‘I understand, Myra. If ever you do, you deserve better than a damaged man. We had better accept we cannot be. Some things are just not meant to be.’
‘Jay, don’t think of yourself like that.’
He was already straightening, terminating the conversation. ‘If you need anything, I’ll be there for you. Remember that.’ He came close. He began to hug her then changed his mind. Just for a moment, his mouth swooped down on hers. She felt a rush of feeling, a hint of spice, passion and humor that was him, but before she could even hold onto him, he broke the contact.
‘Goodbye, princess.’
He picked up his keys and walked away. She waited for him to stop, say something, searched her mind to detain him some excuse but nothing came and he was soon out the door.
It was better this way. Jay was someone she could fall for. It was better to end it. Now when it was safe.
Why did it feel as though her heart was breaking anyway?
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Author Bio:


Summerita Rhayne writes contemporary and historical romance with lots of emotional conflict. She first got published in 2013 and has won contests with prestigious publishers such as Harlequin and Harper Collins India. She’s a bestselling romance author at Amazon. She loves her teaching job as much as writing. Juggling two careers with home can be difficult but she firmly believes if the inspiration is strong enough, the story characters will find a way to make the writer pen them down, even when writing time is in short supply. When cerebrally confronted with the sizzling interaction of two Alpha characters – yes, both the hero and heroine in her stories are strong- minded in their own way -  the only way to get peace is write their book!

At heart, she’s a family person. She loves winding down with music, romcoms, cricket (strictly watching only) and social networking.

Saturday, February 4, 2017

#SexySnippets from A Vampire's Tale

Enjoy this sexy snippet from my soon-to-be-released paranormal romance novel A Vampire's Tale... when my heroine Marisa finally admits her feelings to my hero Corgan...


I’ve never felt this way before.

I know.

Melting into his kiss, she held onto his shoulders. He spun her around, she felt giddy with dizziness, drunk with emotion. There was no other way to describe it.

Then don't.

It just feels unbelievable.

Excerpt From: Maya Tyler. “A Vampire's Tale.”




The best laid plans...

Marisa Clements was never satisfied writing the ‘gossip column’ in the local paper and she quit her job to follow her dream of writing fiction. Floundering in an unforgiving industry, she wrote about vampires, a popular subject she considered fascinating but as real as unicorns, to pay the rent.

Corgan was tired of human misconceptions about vampires and ‘living’ as a vampire. He planned to tell Marisa his story and end his existence. It was no coincidence Corgan selected Marisa to write his story. With the ability to see the future, he knew she would be a major part of it. He knew if they met, she would help him die, but in doing so, she’d be doomed to the same fate. Once they met, their futures would be irrevocably intertwined.

Corgan began to care for Marisa and finally revealed the truth to her. He admitted his quest to atone for his past sins had put her in grave danger from a nest of revenge seeking vampires. Corgan must claim her for her own protection. But claiming her is not enough, he must ask for help from his wizard friends and his maker in order to destroy his enemy or Marisa will never be safe.


Pre-sale is on now....

Friday, February 3, 2017

Carrie's Bliss by @mayatylerauthor

Happy February! Please enjoy a pre-Valentine's Day treat...


“Bliss Day Spa?” Carrie shot her best friend Jay a dubious look. “I’ve never even heard of this place.”
“It’s new.” Jay pressed the gift certificate in Carrie’s hand and smiled. “Trust me, you need to get out of this house and get a little pampering.”
“No, I don’t.” Carrie shook her head vehemently, sending her long brown hair flying over her shoulder. “I need to work and keep busy.”
“Being boring is just what Richard accused
“Leave Richard out of this!” Carrie turned away as her eyes welled with tears.
“How can I leave him out of this when he’s the reason we’re into this?” Jay donned a sage look and nodded her head knowingly.
“You’re impossible.” Even if what you’re saying makes sense.
“I,” Jay fluffed up her blond curls. “Am your best friend and you love me, admit it.”
“Not a chance.” Carrie sighed and looked down at the gift certificate. “Hey, this is for tomorrow!”
“I booked your appointment already.”
“What?”
Jay shrugged. “Sorry, too late, no refunds.”
“But tomorrow is Valentine’s Day . . . I don’t even want to go to a spa, let alone on a day it will be filled with happy couples.”
“Then, you are in luck.” Jay smiled mysteriously. “Tomorrow, not only the couples will be happy.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re the one jetting off to the Bahamas with your hot, new boyfriend.”
“Don’t be jealous, Care-Bear,” Jay consoled, using Carrie’s childhood nickname.
“Oh, believe me, jealous is the last thing I am!”
“Richard was an idiot; he was never the right guy for you.” Jay pursed her lips together thoughtfully. “You’re smart and beautiful; you don’t have to settle.”
Carrie flipped through her day planner. “There’s no sense in arguing about this, Jay. Tomorrow’s Friday – I have to work.”
Jay smiled smugly.
Carrie’s eyebrows narrowed. “What did you do?”
“Nothing.” Jay shrugged innocently. “Sent-an-email-to-your-boss-from-your-account-and-asked-for tomorrow-off . . . okay see you later!”
Carrie watched in dismay as Jay bounced out the front door without looking back. What was she going to do now? It’s not like she could go to work after “asking” for the day off. She glared at her laptop perched on the coffee table; she needed better passwords; Jay knew her too well.
Damn her! Carrie slammed her hand down on the coffee table. Burying her face in her hands, she sat still trying not to think about the rat that had dumped her last month. She hated to admit it, but Jay was right about one thing. Richard hadn’t been the guy for her. The right guy wouldn’t poke at her love handles and order her salads in restaurants. The right guy would accept her for the person she was – even if that person was a little boring. Next to Jay, even a daring acrobat would seem boring. She had accepted long ago that Jay was the star and she was the wallflower. Now, if only Jay would accept it too and stop pushing Carrie out of her comfort zone.

* * * * *

“What am I doing?” Carrie muttered to herself as she stood shivering on the sidewalk outside Bliss Day Spa clutching the gift certificate in her gloved hand. This is crazy. I have the day off, I should’ve stayed under the covers at home, but no I had to get out of bed and come here. Glaring once more at the grey stone building with the elaborately scripted sign, she turned back towards her car when the building doors opened and a delicious whiff of cinnamon drifted from the building.
Carrie froze. “That smells good.” Her stomach grumbled. “This new diet is so not working.”
A petite woman wearing a pale pink uniform emerged from the building. “Welcome to Bliss; you are right on time,” she called out to Carrie. “The cinnamon rolls just came out of the oven.”
Oh, god. Hot, fresh cinnamon rolls. Carrie squeezed her eyes shut. Forget the diet. She turned on her heels and followed the woman into the building.
Soft, soothing spa music greeted her as soon as she stepped through the door. The spa looked more like a fancy house than a place of business. The woman took Carrie’s coat and boots.
“Can I see your certificate, please?” she asked softly.
Carrie handed it over, the woman glanced at it, and ushered her to a different room.
“My name is Sarah,” she said, nodding her head demurely. “Please change into the robe and enjoy your breakfast.” Sarah turned to leave.
“Uh, wait, Sarah.”
“Yes?”
“This is my first time here,” Carrie explained. “The robe?”
“Yes, please remove your clothes and put on the robe.”
“All my clothes?” Carrie gulped. What did Jay sign me up for?
“Yes, you may fold your clothes and I will collect them when I return.”
With that, Sarah left the room, leaving Carrie feeling self-conscious about disrobing. The room was cozy with a fireplace glowing brightly in the corner; a small table held coffee and cinnamon rolls, and the robe was folded on the chaise. Unable to resist, she touched the robe and almost moaned when she felt the thick, luxurious material. What could be the harm? She bit her lip and looked around the room. It wasn’t like any one could see her. Slipping out of her clothes, she quickly wrapped the robe around her body and tied the belt. The soft material felt even better against her naked skin.
The aroma of cinnamon rolls and coffee drew her attention to the table. In for a penny; in for a pound, she thought as she bit into the roll oozing with icing.
A soft knock at the door drew Carrie’s attention from her last bite. Sarah entered carrying a folded towel in her arms. “Please follow me.” Sarah bowed slightly and gestured towards the door.
“Wait, isn’t there paperwork for me to fill out? You know, health stuff. Before we begin?”
Sarah shot her a puzzled look. “You completed the paperwork when you booked your appointment.”
Jay! Carrie forced a smile, inwardly seething. “Oh, that’s right. I forgot.” I’m going to get you for this.
Sarah led Carrie down a dimly lit hall and stopped at a door marked ‘steam room.’
At Carrie’s look of hesitation, Sarah reassured. “As you requested, all your treatment rooms will be private.”
Carrie sighed in relief and followed Sarah into the room.
Sarah held out the towel and motioned for Carrie to remove her robe. And I just got used to this thing. It was warm in the room so Carrie slipped out of the robe and wrapped the towel around her middle. While she found a spot to sit, Sarah turned on the steam machine.
“Just relax and I will be back in fifteen minutes.”
Carrie closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall. Ah, this is the life. And to think I was mad at Jay for giving me this gift.
She imagined blue-green waves gently lapping the shore of a sand covered beach. And her body felt boneless as she swayed back and forth.
The door opened and Carrie’s beach vision disappeared as the light from the hall seeped into the room.
“How do you feel?”
“Wonderful,” Carried murmured.
“Perfect.” Sarah slipped the towel off, wrapped Carrie back into her robe, and led her to another room. This room had wall sconces that looked like candles flickering in the shadows and a large tub with jets. Before Carrie realized what was happening, Sarah had removed her robe and she was sitting in the tub.
Placing hands on her shoulders, Sarah began a light massage. Carrie closed her eyes and pushed the outside world away until she was only aware of the soft music and rhythmic splashing of the water. The jets sent vibrating forces of water against all her pressure points.
“How is the pressure?”
“Mmm.”
“Just lie down and rest your head here.” Sarah moved a water pillow under Carrie’s neck. “And relax your legs.”
Sarah moved away and then Carrie was startled when she felt more jets come on in the water.
“Relax your arms. Drop them to your sides. Open yourself to the relaxing jets,” Sarah instructed softly.
Carrie followed her directions; she let her arms float beside her and let her legs fall apart. Oh my! Carrie tensed when a jet shot directly on
“Huh!” Carrie inhaled sharply.
“I will leave you for a few minutes.”
“No problem.” Ah, ah, yes, right there.
The door quietly shut; Carrie scooted deeper into the tub and opened her legs as wide as she could. The water pulsed inside her like a liquid vibrator. She snapped her hands over her mouth ah, ah as she began to climax.
With her eyes closed, she threw her head back, and gasped for air as she rode the aftershock. Whoa, it’s been a while and that was better than anything Richard had ever Ah! No thinking about Richard! Carrie covered her ears. La, la, la, la, la, la, la!
“Carrie?”
Carrie opened her eyes and found Sarah peering down at her holding a glass of water.
“Would you like a glass of water?”
Great, she’s not going to mention she found me acting like an idiot. “Yes, thank you,” Carrie murmured.
“Did you enjoy the jets?”
“Yes, it was lovely.” Lovely, my ass, what an understatement!
“When you’re ready, we will move on to your next treatment.”
Boldly stepping out of the tub, water dripping off her body, Carrie covered with the robe and followed Sarah to the next room.
A massage table was set up in the middle of the room. Soft music piped in from the ceiling and the room smelled faintly of cinnamon and vanilla; her two favorite scents.
“Make yourself comfortable on the table.”
Carrie slipped off the robe, lay face down on the table and pulled the sheets up to her shoulders. Sarah placed a satin sleeping mask over her eyes.
“Breathe deeply and they will be with you in a moment.”
They?
The door clicked shut. Over the soft music, Carrie could hear the pounding of her own heart. Stripped of her sight, she was aware of every beat. Her other senses seemed enhanced too; she breathed in the sweet scents of cinnamon and vanilla; she enjoyed the feel of the cool, silky sheets. The door opened and she heard two sets of footsteps enter the room.
Hola, Carrie.” A soft, Spanish-accented voice greeted her. “I’m Lucinda and this is Rian; ready for your sensory duet massage?”
“Yes.”
“Have you had a sensory duet massage before?” Lucinda asked as she moved in front of Carrie’s head.
“No.”
“I’m going to start at your head, Rian will start at your feet, and we’ll meet in the middle. Just let us know if you need a change in pressure or if you feel uncomfortable at any time.”
Her hair was swept into a loose bun at the top of her head and Lucinda’s little, but strong, hands started putting deep pressure on her shoulders.
“A lot of tension here.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
The sheet was pushed back exposing her feet. Carrie sighed and relaxed into the pressure from Rian’s hands on her foot. She was tense and every touch seemed more amplified with her eyes covered. His hands moved up her calves and she shivered at the touch of his large hands.
“Is the pressure all right, lass?”
His melodic Irish lilt almost made her swoon. She could picture a muscled, Irishman with a shock of black hair and big, strong hands. Oh, she could picture those hands as they rolled over her left calf and she felt herself growing wet. Oh, crap. No panties. With small, soft hands working her arm and large, strong hands rubbing her hamstrings, Carrie felt like she was on sensory overload. The soft music, the fragrant cinnamon and vanilla . . . and now the torment of the sweet agony building inside her.
The sheet moved higher up her body until only her bottom was covered. Rian manoeuvred her leg into a bended position and continued to work her hamstring. Lucinda released her arm and moved to Carrie’s side rubbing the middle of her back. All Carrie could do was feel as four capable hands worked the muscles in her body. Rian slowly placed her leg back on the table and ran his hands from the side of her foot up the length of her leg, stopping short of her bottom. Slowly, he reversed the action, which was more like a soft caress. Carrie unconsciously spread her legs a little wider and waited for him to move his hands back up her leg. Instead, he started on her other calf muscle. Carrie released the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding.
Moving from the middle of the back to Carrie’s sides, Lucinda asked, “How’s the pressure?”
“Good.”
“Would you like more?” Rian crooned as he bent her leg and worked her hamstring.
“Yes.” Touch me.
“Like this?” Rian placed her leg back on the table and touched the sides of her foot.
“Yes.”
Carrie was aware of every move Rian made. His hands inched up the sides of her leg and this time he didn’t move back down her body. Lingering at the base of her bottom, he rubbed both legs, moving his hands over her hips and back to the top of her legs.
More! More!
Lucinda massaged the base of her back and rolled her hands over Carrie’s hips. “You have a lot of tension here, Carrie. Do you mind if I go a little lower?”
“No, that’s fine.”
Lucinda pushed from Carrie’s lower back to the top of her gluts while Rian massaged under her bottom, pulling her cheeks slightly apart.
“How does that feel?”
“Good,” Carrie managed to squeak as Rian covered her ass with his hands.
When Lucinda dug her fingers deeper into Carrie’s gluts, Carrie tensed causing Rian’s hands to slip down between her legs brushing her nether lips.
Oh my!
Rian immediately moved his hands back to the top of her legs, massaging from the top of her legs to her hips again.
“She’s still so tense,” Lucinda commented to Rian.
“Just breathe and relax, lass. We’ll take care of you.”
“Time to roll over,” Lucinda noted as she lifted the sheet up.
Carrie turned onto her back and the sheet was placed over her again.
Lucinda started kneading Carrie’s neck; Rian lathered lotion over her shins, rubbing it in a soothing, circular motion. Breathing deeply, Carrie relaxed as they worked her muscles. She slowly drifted in and out of sleep as Lucinda moved from her neck to her shoulders.
“You have such tight muscles. Take deep breaths.” Lucinda squeezed her shoulders and pushed down on her chest below her collar bone. Then she rubbed in a circular motion, lightly grazing the top of Carrie’s breasts.
“Ah,” Carrie moaned as her nipples pebbled.
Lucinda leaned over the table, Carrie felt a brush of long hair against her skin and a gust of cool air on her breasts as the sheet was pushed down. Waiting for the next touch, she was disappointed when Lucinda started massaging her stomach. With the sheet covering only her pelvis, Carrie shivered in anticipation.
“Are you cold, lass?” Rian asked as he applied lotion to her thighs.
“No.” Carrie moved her legs apart so Rian could reach her inner thigh.
“Good.”
Under the sheet, Rian pushed her legs a bit further apart and rubbed the lotion in a circular motion, his fingers gently grazing her nether lips. The touch caused her to open up and Carrie ached to be touched more intimately. As Rian continued to work her inner thighs, Lucinda moved to the head of the table again and to apply lotion to Carrie’s arms.
“Yes?” Rian questioned as he pressed his hands on her inner thighs.
“Yes,” Carried said breathlessly.
He parted her lips and slowly pushed a finger inside her.
“Ah!”
“Just relax, Carrie,” Lucinda soothed as she added more lotion to Carrie’s chest and started massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples. “You are very tense, si?”
Rian twisted his finger to stimulate her g-spot.
“Ah, ah!” Carrie started to shake and sway as her orgasm hit her.
Lucinda held her shoulders as Rian added another finger and pushed deeper. She peaked again and as she rode the wave of ecstasy, she could’ve swore she saw stars under the satin mask.
Lucinda continued to rub lotion over Carrie’s stomach as Rian removed his fingers from inside her. “Better, si? Less tense now.”
“Uh-huh.”
“That’s it. We’re all done now. Please take your time getting up and drink plenty of water when you get home.”
“Okay.”
“Bye, lass.”
Footsteps retreated, the door opened, and shut. Carrie pushed off the mask and stared in wonder at the closed door. Getting up slowly, she stretched her arms over her head. It was true. I haven’t felt this good in ages. Slipping the robe back on, she opened the door, and peered out. Sarah was waiting there with Carrie’s pile of neatly folded clothes.
“How do you feel?”
“Good.”
Sarah dipped her head slightly and handed Carrie her clothes. “I will escort you out when you are ready.”
Forcing her boneless limbs back into her clothes, Carrie kept drifting back to the musical sound of Rian’s voice. She knew what she’d be dreaming about tonight.
“Thank you for coming, Carrie,” Sarah said as they walked towards the reception desk. “We would be pleased to have you come again.”
Suppressing a smile, Carrie nodded. When she paused at the reception desk, Sarah shook her head.
“Your certificate covered everything.”
Everything? “Gratuity?”
“Everything.”
“Okay, thanks.”
“No, thank you, and have a blissful day.”

“I will.” Carrie turned towards the door with a big smile on her face and a new bounce to her step. It was a good Valentine’s Day, after all.

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