Delightfully unique- whatever or whomever I'm writing in consent, romance, and lust.
Sadly I don't have the cover art to share with you at this point (this was originally posted on my Blogspot blog back on 10/1/2012). However here is the book on Amazon (for you to look at the cover and then buy once you read the hot snippet Sue shared :D )
I'd made the decision to "do it right" this time, really doing the promotion work. I started reading a lot- largely checking out romance. I found that the romance genre had changed significantly in the last two decades or so, during which I'd mostly snickered at the bodice rippers at the grocery store. I wandered around in the erotica section of bn.com and came across this interesting book: "Dark Without You." I clicked on the link and then started reading, reading about all the books written by Sue Lyndon. After reading her bio and reading the description for a few more books of hers, I clicked my way back to "Dark Without You" and bought it. I read it through in one reading session and totally loved it! After some time, I re-read it and wrote a review for Sue, making sure to post it in a few places. So now I'm proud to have Sue as my first interviewee on my blog.
Here’s an excerpt from Surrender, my science fiction BDSM novella set to release on 11/12 (buy link has been updated above and here)
A haggard looking President Carson guided a young, pretty redhead across the room. He cleared his throat. “Ambassador Merokk, may I present to you my daughter, Betsy Carson.” He urged the woman forward and stepped back.
Merokk stared into the bluest eyes he’d ever seen, taking note of the frightful glimmer she tried to hide behind a small, polite smile. The moment stretched on as they stared at one another, and he suddenly became annoyed they weren’t alone.
“Leave us,” he said sharply, glancing at President Carson.
Betsy’s smile vanished as she watched her father leave the room. She squared her shoulders and held Merokk’s gaze. Amusement curled his lips. Despite her brave front, he could smell her fear, a sweet cold sensation that flowed into his nostrils and caused his muscles to tense. Her distress coupled with the knowledge that she belonged to him stirred the darkest desires in the recesses of his mind, and he felt like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. He moved around her in a slow circle, taking in every curve of her body, from her shapely thighs to her firm, inviting breasts. The knee-length blue dress she wore hugged all the right places. As he finished another circle around her, he noticed the rapid rise and fall of her chest. He had to touch her.
Merokk tilted her chin upwards with one finger and caught her eyes in his. He smiled and inhaled deeply, breathing in more of her intoxicating human scent. “The only time you need to fear me, Betsy, is if you’ve done wrong. Try to relax.”