by Angelica Dawson!
Melody is looking off the pages for her own Christian Grey until a cocky paramedic redefines what a Dom is supposed to be.Curtis, moving from scene to scene, doesn’t anticipate how Melody will worm her way into his life. Is he ready for a 24/7 relationship?
Angelica Dawson, bestselling Naughty Nights Press author, has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards — mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires. You can sample her wares by dropping by her blog: http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com
I’m so happy to get to meet all of you! I hope you’ll find my inclusion, Cardiac Melody, is music to your heart!
Tell us about your title featured in this set:
Cardiac Melody tells the story of Melody and the Paramedic she falls for after literally falling for him. I liked the play between cardiac, of the heart, and the name, so I mushed them together. I’m Punny like that. When thinking about a medical romance, the BDSM side shouted, hey, how about a newbie that gets hurt and meets someone who can really show her the ropes (pun intended). It came together pretty quickly after that.
Tell us something about yourself:I live in Edmonton, Alberta with my husband and daughter. My day jobs include environmental consultant and lunch supervisor, because, y’know, two jobs wasn’t enough. I do have a Science degree and my specialty is native plants. It’s a good thing school is out in July and August or I’d have no time to think!
Tell us about your writing process:
My stories all revolve around character. The basic plots come most often in the form of She is trying to convince Him of Conflict. As I build those characters, I often meet their friends, relatives, pets and other pressures that build the story. I tend to write chronologically, but when I hit a block, I try to jump ahead and then fill in the gap later.
What is your favorite genre to read?
Audiobooks. I have found my reading very spotty and my concentration isn’t always able to slow down to the pace I read. Audiobooks let my hands and analytical brain do other things so the rest can actually enjoy the story.
What would you say is the one thing are you most passionate about?
Leaving a better world for my daughter. I try to do that in the way I live, my job, and our family choices. For instance, we only have one car, which my husband needs to get to work (no buses that way). We walk to school and work. It’s one of the reasons I love ebooks. Save the trees and all that.
When you are not writing, what do you like to do?
There are several handicrafts I enjoy. Crochet, needlepoint and recently I’ve taken up adult coloring. It is wonderfully relaxing.
If someone who hasn’t read any your books asked you to describe your story in this set (the elevator pitch!) what would you say?
Fifty fan meets the Paramedic version of an upgraded Christian Grey.
Where can readers connect with you?
I post excerpts several times a week on my blog. You can get all sorts of sneak peeks there. http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com
Thank you so much for listening to my rambling. I hope you enjoy all the great titles in this set. I know I have enjoyed working with the authors.
Alexa bent over his dining room table, ankles and wrists cuffed to canvas straps that connected them beneath it. Her nails scraped on the smooth surface as he spanked her again.“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, running his nails down her back and over her heated rear. He teased along her slit, opening her lips slightly, and then spanking again.
“Mmm, yes, sir. Yipe!” She enjoyed his treatment even though the pain was mounting. It was time to make her come again. Using his large headed wand, he stimulated her until she was writhing and then slipped his fingers into her pussy.
So wet and slick, he worried he wasn’t firm enough, that he should add more fingers. Alexa didn’t complain though, grinding into fingers and vibrator, her ass shaking.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes.”
“Yes, sir,” Curtis reminded her.
“Yes, sir,” she said in a drawl that fit her moaning. “Yes, sir. Yes, yes, sir.” She planted her forehead on the table as her core tightened, and her shaking switched to more languorous thrusting. Her cries changed too, from high pitched whining to a low grunt.