The end of the year brings many treats, not the least of which is the release of the latest volume in the Best Women's Erotica series, edited by sexpert superstar Violet Blue. This anthology is guaranteed to warm you up on a chilly night--the stories are without exception brilliantly written and fearlessly sexy. I'm honored to have a story included in Best Women's Erotica 2011, and in fact, this story is a particular favorite of mine, definitely in my top five. It's called "Fresh Canvas," and I season my erotic mystery story with a little Japanese kink, references to great European painters to give it class, and lots of libidinous desire. This isn't a story for nice girls or boys, but Best Women's Erotica 2011 will make the perfect holiday gift anyway. (Be sure to tuck it under your sweetie's pillow instead of the tree!)
To whet your appetite while we all wait for the Christmas cookies to come out of the oven, here's an excerpt from "Fresh Canvas." Oh, and the thematically fitting image of the woman swooning in ecstasy was of course taken by the boudoir photographer extraordinaire, Laura Boyd.
From "Fresh Canvas":
Miranda pushed open the guest room door. "Sam?"
"Be right there," he called from the kitchen. She thought she caught the clink of ice in a tumbler. She suspected they all enjoyed a cocktail or two to loosen up beforehand. She, on the other hand, liked to stay sharp so she could drink in every last sensation.
She sat on the bed, the scarf in her lap. Sam walked in purposefully and sat down next to her. Sliding the silk from her hands, he tied it around her eyes with expert skill.
Everything was blank now. The way she liked it.
Sam lingered at her side. She could smell the whisky on his breath.
"Any special requests tonight?" he asked.
"I'm quite satisfied with the usual."
"I noticed." He leaned in closer. "You know, Miranda, you've always been lovely, but since you started coming here for your... treatments... you've positively blossomed."
Miranda stiffened. Not that she didn't love hearing men's compliments, their intimate confessions of desire. It was one of the reasons she was here tonight. But this was too early, too sweet.
"I've learned a few things since college," he continued, resting a warm hand on her shoulder. "Can you stay tonight?"
She swallowed, fighting the urge to shrug him away. Yet deep in her belly her secret muscles contracted almost painfully, hungry for a taste of him and his new tricks.
She hadn't expected the evening to get so sticky this soon.
At that moment the doorbell rang. They both jumped guiltily. Which amused Miranda, because Sam's proposition was doubtless the most respectable interaction she'd have with a man tonight.
"I guess they couldn't wait to see you." Sam pulled his hand away. But he seemed to be waiting for her reply.
"Don't be rude to our guests," she murmured.
The bed creaked in disappointment as he rose. "It's a standing offer," he added and pulled the door closed behind him.
She was alone again, relieved but oddly restless. Yet before long she'd have plenty of company....
I love this gorgeous story, and congratulations on its inclusion in Best Women's Erotica 2011! My copy isn't here yet, and I'm so looking forward to receiving it!
And what a fitting indeed, as well as lovely, picture!!
Thank you so much, Emerald! Strictly speaking she's missing a blindfold, but the mood is quite similar to the story :-).
I love standing offers.
And I love your characters!
Congrats Donna! Great excerpt. Can't wait to check out the full story!
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