Description:
Before kids and the responsibility of life, Levi and I
shared a spontaneous, erotic, and deliciously deviant marriage. But the years
transformed what we had into something comfortable and worn. It hurts me to
think his desire for me has cooled. I miss that look of his. Slightly evil and
totally hot, like he wanted to devour me. Haven’t seen it in ages.
When I first married Mia, she submitted to every one of
my erotic needs. Then came the children. With little complaint, I abandoned my
pursuit of kink, content to be married to a beautiful, intelligent woman who’s
a great mother to our twins. Out of the blue, Mia confesses she misses the
intimacy in our marriage, misses the sex. After this enticing revelation, my
plan to reconnect with her unfolds.
In our secret, kinky, Friday afternoon meetings I’m going
to give her everything she wants and take everything I need. Will this be the
answer to fixing our marriage?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it
contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations (including BDSM/light bondate)
and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Friday Afternoon
by Sylvia
Ryan
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Publisher: Lyrical Press
Release Date: September
2, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count/Length: 30,000 words/100 pages
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Friday
Afternoon – Excerpt
I slip out of bed quietly and
enter the large walk-through closet and dressing anteroom to the master
bathroom space, locking the door behind me. An anguished huff of air rushes out
as I sit on the tiny stool in front of my vanity and twirl a half circle,
facing myself in the mirror.
The overhead lighting is stark
and unforgiving. I’m not the young woman I was a year, or five, ago. I’ve tried
as hard as I can to forget I’m closer to forty than I am to thirty.
When I linger long enough to
take inventory of myself, like now, I discern more of the slight lines making
their home on my skin. I never notice them when I float through mornings,
functioning on nothing but my first sips of caffeine. But now, at this moment,
I see them as clear as day. I’m older, not sexy anymore, I suppose.
I swallow down the hurt. Levi
used to look at me with hungry eyes, even when I was pregnant with twins and
fat as a cow. Now the sight of me naked, whether it be coming out of the shower
or spreading my legs beneath him, no longer draws interest from his cock.
Tonight brought any speculation, any hope he’s still attracted to me, to an
end.
I’m angry first and then sad as
I realize I’ll never experience the twirl of excitement and shiver of
anticipation from the expression of hunger on my husband’s face. That hasn’t
happened for quite a while, and now I know for sure nobody will look at me with
similar hunger again. I’m stunned, aware those intense desires go hand in hand
with youth, new possibilities and new passions, and I’m faced with a blatant
fact. That part of my relationship with Levi is long past.
Yet to my mind, there’s a lot
of middle ground between being hungry with young love and being so indifferent
you don’t get off anymore. It’s taken us exactly fifteen years to span from one
end of the you-turn-me-on spectrum to the other. During the last decade, the
progression of our sex life from brilliant to bland has been so infinitesimally
small, it went mostly unnoticed until now.
I’m shaken. The sudden
realization I’m not sexually exciting to my husband anymore and probably never
will be again knocks me off my rails. I feel ill and wrap my arms around my
waist and duck my head between my knees. I breathe deep and swallow repeatedly
trying to allay the bile creeping up my esophagus. The repeated gulps also push
the hurt away, staying the tears, leaving me whole enough to wonder
how--when--this happened.
About
the Author:
Sylvia lives the life of a run-of-the-mill
wife, mother, and professional in Midwest Suburbia, USA. She reads voraciously and
loves to lose herself and fall head over heels for the alpha males in her
favorite novels.
When she gets the chance to shed the prim
and proper persona of average wife and mother, her secret identity, Sylvia
Ryan, emerges. This alter ego strives to write original ideas in extraordinary
settings for her readers to remember long after the book has been read. Her
dream is to transform her racy thoughts and naughty nature into tangible works
of erotic fantasy for others’ secret identities to enjoy.
Connect with Sylvia Ryan
Website:
http://www.ryanbooks.net/
GIVEAWAY INFO:
Prize is 5 eBook copies (1 each to 5 winners) of "Friday Afternoon". Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Sept 30. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.
Prize is 5 eBook copies (1 each to 5 winners) of "Friday Afternoon". Contest is tour-wide, open internationally and ends Sept 30. Must be 18 years of age or older to enter.
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