Really Blake is floundering through a life that doesn't make her happy. She realizes the humor in the poor little rich girl scenario, but it doesn't make it any less true. She's married to the man her father picked and having mindless affairs to punish them all. Really thinks Johnny Rose will be one more affair in that vein. Big, brawny, shaved bald and bad-ass, he's just what she's craving. Until he puts her in her place--right off the bat. Then Really's intrigued. But once he gets her in his bed...then Really's hooked. What follows is a road trip, east coast to west, and an amazing amount of self discovery, sexual and otherwise, along the way.
INTRODUCTION:
Not long ago I asked the question:
"Would you follow me? If I did a serial? Would you show up to find out what happens? I have a million projects that I'm juggling and there is a piece missing. A spark in my belly that makes me know I'm doing something solely selfish. Something flirty and fun, nasty and dirty. The most decadent of all: something just for me. No one else.
That's what Wanderlust will be. This is my little book. Written on the fly. Piece by piece. In between all the craziness of life…Are you in?"
What resulted was a multi-month journey cross country. Me, Aurelia, Johnny and some folks they met along the way. And a bunch of readers who stuck with me through thick and thin. Readers who showed up every day, gently pointed out errors, cheered me and my characters on and gave me a huge ego boost by anticipating every single chapter.
If you are patient you can still go find Wanderlust on my blog and read backwards from the first entry. If you are impatient like me, I’ve put it together as one document for purchase. This is 88,000+ words of rough sex, self discovery, abandon, experimenting, pain, lust, love, laughter, raw confessions and excitement.
I’ve left the format in blog form. Instead of chapter breaks you have a number at the top of each section. That represents a blog. Unusual, but I like keeping to the original.
If you didn’t take the original journey with us, I welcome you aboard and hope you’ll send me feedback when you’re done, if you feel moved to do so. This is the longest thing I’ve ever written and I looked forward to and enjoyed every moment of it. And I did it all with a bunch of people watching and waiting on me. With all those eyes studying my daily output. Seems I’m more of an exhibitionist than I ever imagined!
So buckle up, we’re off and we won’t be stopping until we hit the nearest diner or no-tell motel. It’s going to be a wild ride.
XOXO
Sommer
7/14/11
Please be warned this title contains: BDSM elements, sex outdoors, rough sex, M/F/F sex, F/F sex, forced seduction scenarios, spanking and humiliation and more. This title is intended for ADULTS ONLY.
1
He walked into the room balancing a tray that held martini glasses. His stocky frame, shaved head and fighter’s jaw looked off balance in the tux my father made his servers wear. I did a double take but pulled my attention back to Jackson.
“You in there, Really?” He’d been talking about a new corporation that dealt in prosthetic limbs.
“Aurelia’s easily distracted,” my father said to Jackson. Easy to joke when you’re a big enough deal that you can not only run a multi-million dollar company but handpick your daughter’s husband. No matter how repugnant she found him.
My biggest mistake in life was saying yes to my father’s request to marry Jackson Sealy.
“I’m fine,” I said, bored with them both. “I just need a drink.”
They way he moved reminded me of a boxer or just a street thug. He always held his body in a wide stance so his core was stable. The tray looked balanced perfectly on his enormous hand but he appeared to be able to drop it—or use it as a shield—in an instant. I watched those startling blue eyes scan the room—always on the ready. For what? A flying glass of Merlot? Ninjas?
I snorted and no one paid a lick of attention. A bunch of investment bankers and traders wasn’t what I considered a rocking good time or a hopping bunch of people to hang out with. I pushed through the crowd, leaving the two men in my life to talk about me as if I were a prop in their day to day living.
I sneaked up behind him—partly to amuse myself—and tapped his broad shoulder with my finger. He didn’t jump but he did turn in one smooth motion, his body aware and vigilant for attack. A scar bisected his eyebrow and I fought the urge to touch it. I had never wanted to kiss a stranger worse in my life.
And I wasn’t even drunk. Yet.
“Hi, there.” I studied him openly. If he didn’t like it he could quit. Full lips that seemed almost too pink for a man. Stubble sprouted out of his chin even though he appeared to have just shaved recently. His jaw was sharp, his cheekbones sharper. The only reaction he showed to me—besides polite boredom—was a barely noticeable narrowing of the eyes.
Something low in my belly tumbled over itself and a cold tickle of fear and excitement shivered up my back.
“Miss,” he said.
I tsked at him, fucking with him, amusing myself in this sea of yawners. I wiggled my wedding set at him and his eyes tracked the gems and white-gold like a predator tracking its next meal. “You should always check. Technically, I’m a ma’am.”
“Ma’am?” he amended.
“I see a whole tray of those horrible martinis. Could I bother you to get me a wine?”
“Red, white or blush?” he asked. Now that we were face to face—barely a piece of paper could fit between us because of the crowd—he looked everywhere but directly at me.
“Come on…um…” I waited.
He looked at me.
“My name is Aurelia. A horrible Latin name if I’m not mistaken. Which is why everyone calls me Really.”
He just kept looking at me.
“And you are?”
“Johnny,” he said, clenching his jaw. Was I annoying Mr. Waiter boy?
I smiled. “Good. Now, like I was about to say, Johnny. Who drinks blush?”
He shrugged. “My question is who cares,” he growled.
88,810 words
Erotica/Contemporary/BDSM
p release so sleep will come. Originally appeared in Pleasure Bound edited by Alison Tyler.
