Paige Matthews
Erotic Romance
CrossRoads Synopsis:
Everyone finds themselves at a crossroad in their life.
Caleb Cross is not your typical front man. He is not the bad
boy, parting, love em and leave em persona, although his public image states
otherwise. Being the lead singer of the popular rock band, Double Cross, there
are a lot of things fans and the public do not know about Caleb. Sure, Caleb
likes to have a little fun now and again, but after a bad publicity stunt, he
is determined to shed the ultra bad image.
Katherine "Kat" Summers is not a typical woman.
Not a girl who gets star struck or easily impressed, Kat is content on being
herself, who she is. Kat enjoys living in the moment, in both her personal and
professional life. Her greatest moment-bedding rock star Caleb Cross, a secret
she holds onto to this day.
When Kat's company is hired by Caleb Cross to rebrand him,
she finds herself testing everything she has known about herself and about her
life. Trying to maintain who she is against what she begins to desire, proves
to be difficult for Kat, especially when she sees Caleb as he truly is.
For Caleb, hiring a new publicist to help reshape his image
was the easy part, but what he doesn't count on is being reunited with the one
girl that never wanted him more than a night. Caleb is forced to confront
himself and Kat in order to learn what he truly wants and who he truly is.
Excerpt:
I grabbed my sunglasses from my dresser on the way back
to the living room. Kat was sitting on the couch facing the television, head to
her thighs. I watched her breath for a few moments, watched her back rise and
fall. She was gorgeous, even if she didn’t realize it herself. I felt my chest
tighten and my breath catch, as I watched her. I shook off the feelings, and
grabbed my keys. “You ready to go?”
She looked up and wiped her eyes. “I guess so.” She
stood up and began to walk toward me. I grabbed her face into my hands, and
wiped the rest of the tears off her cheeks. I lifted her face to look at me.
“Why were you crying?” I stared into her eyes.
“No reason.” She tried to turn her head away from mine,
but I held her in place.
“Tell me why you were crying.”
“It’s really not a problem for you to deal with. I said
everything was fine.”
I could tell that she was uncomfortable. Why, I didn’t
really know, but I would find out.
“You were crying, Kat. Something is wrong. Now tell me
what had you crying.” I moved her against the wall, and crouched down so that
we were eye level with each other.
Kat took a deep breath in, and diverted her eyes
everywhere but at me.
“Katherine, tell me what is wrong.” I grabbed her face
gently, and forced her to look at me.
“I messed up. That’s it. Nothing you need to worry
about.”
Tears formed at the corner of her eyes again, and she
looked away. I took her face into my hands again, and brushed my finger over
her bottom lip, staring my way into those green irises, hoping I could read her
mind. God, I just want to pick her up, throw her on my bed, and make love
to her until tomorrow. Instead, I fused my lips to hers, coercing her lips
to open with my tongue, so that I could explore her mouth. The sweet taste of
her sent my dick straight up. I mapped out her mouth with my tongue, noticing
hers exploring back. I felt her body relax, and her hands moved through my hair
as I deepened the kiss, pushing her up against the wall with my body, pinning
her hips with mine. I tilted her head back and to the side, allowing myself
access to her neck, kissing a trail up and down her collar bone and back up to
her ears. Reluctantly, I pulled back, placing another quick kiss on her lips.
“You seriously don’t know what you do to me. The control
I lose around you. Let’s go, before I lose every ounce of what is left and take
you into my room to fuck you senseless.” I grabbed her hand before she could
reply, replaced my hat on my head, and walked out the door. We reached the
elevator, and I pushed the button for the garage level; still holding her hand,
I pulled her close to me. Kat still hadn’t said anything about the kiss,
although I could feel her attraction, her arousal, during it. She wanted it as
much as I did, or, at least, I thought she did.
We reached the lot and my reserved spots. I decided to
take the bike. I could park it easily enough and I wanted to feel her arms
wrapped around my waist as we veered in and out of New York traffic. My dick
responded at the thought. I handed her a helmet, and sat on the bike, waiting
for her to sit behind me.
“Come on, angel, let’s go.”
Kat didn’t move.
“Something wrong?”
“Um. No. Nothing’s wrong. I was just thinking of
something, and I’ve never ridden on a bike before.” She was apprehensive, a bit
scared. I thought back to our first meeting, and smiled. I knew what she was
remembering. This was the same bike that I’d rested against, waiting for her to
come out of the bar. I’d had it shipped up the week prior to us arriving. If
anything, I wanted to go for a ride.
“Just get on and hold me tight. I’ll do the rest. Trust
me.” I winked at her, and held out my hand to help her on. She jumped on and
pushed her bag between us, as she wrapped her arms around my waist. I double
checked she had her helmet on, and I started the bike. This was going to be
fun. Kat tightened her grasp around my waist as I pulled out into traffic. The
breeze blowing against my face was a bit cool, but refreshing. I decided to
take her to a little boutique that sold the style of clothing that I was
looking for. It helped that I was good friends with the owner, Mel. The
boutique was small, and out of the way in Chelsea. From first glance, a person
might miss it, but I knew I would find the perfect outfit and accessories that
I wanted her to wear tonight.
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About the Author:
What do you say about yourself? Aren't we supposed to
write these in third person? Oh well, here I go! I have been writing and
reading since I was able to pick up a pen and read a book. I can't even begin
to list the amounts of book that I've devoured over the course of my life; from
the Babysitter's Club to R.L. Stein to the classics and the novels of my
degrees. I have spent countless hours between the covers of classics during my
undergraduate and graduate degrees from Western Connecticut State University,
resulting in a BA English: Comparative Literature and a MA English:
Professional Writing.
Recently, I have been focusing both my writings and my
readings in erotica, BDSM and contemporary romance. And no, Fifty Shades of
Grey did not get me on the BDSM bandwagon. If anything it opened the idea up
more to me, but alas I have my own opinions on the trilogy.
I am trying to focus my writings on the emotional
aspects of the erotic world, the emotional bondage of BDSM. I am interested in
what makes people want to be dominant or submissive, the connection, etc. But I
do like to read about a good flogging and bondage story too, the smuttier the
better.
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