I’d like to welcome Suz deMello to the Lair today!
Here’s a summer beach book for ya!
Seducing the Hermit, a fun little book I wrote when touring Alaska. I was so inspired by that beautiful state! Its snow-covered mountains, harsh but glorious terrain, open space and freedom attract some very adventurous men.
So why is this the perfect book for your staycation, your road trip or your exotic holiday in the tropics?
Seducing the Hermit is a light, fast, hot and sexy read. And it’s now available in both print and ebook! So whatever format you prefer—it’s available. If you buy paper, you don’t have to switch it off when the plane is landing. You can leave it out overnight and the dew on it will dry, leaving it perfect—same with reading in a bubble bath, glass of wine in hand…I often get “dropsy” after my 2d glass.
On top of that, you can feel virtuous about reading this particular bit of sexy fluff. Seducing the Hermit is a retelling of the Fisher King myth that’s set in Alaska (see, erotica writers can be literary too!).
So what’s it about, you ask?
Deejay Valerie Percy rejects the phony life she’s led in L.A. and travels to remote Takinsha Island, Alaska, determined to start over. She’s looking for a fuck buddy, an accessory she considers more important than mascara. She wants a warm, outgoing man to laugh with her, hang out with her and shag her silly. She doesn’t think she’ll encounter any difficulty in Alaska, where the odds of men to women are twenty to one. But as the locals say, the odds are good, but the goods are…odd.
Valerie falls for Fisher Chugatt, a loner who doesn’t do relationships. But Cupid has other plans for this couple, and so does Valerie. She doesn’t waste any time seducing Fisher. Sex in the shower, hummers on the couch and a spectacular encounter beneath the northern lights seal the deal in Valerie’s mind. Having fallen in love, she wants it all—home, husband, babies. But shadows from his past may prevent Fisher from committing to anyone…Valerie included.
And here’s an excerpt:
From the open doorway, Fisher could see that Valerie had unpacked, but he didn’t understand how she’d stuffed so much into her little V.W. She’d spread several Oriental-style carpets over the cracked, cold linoleum. Swaths of printed fabric—bedsheets?—billowed over the windows, dimming the long August twilight. Her bower glowed from the light of a dozen perfumed candles.
She reclined on a thick, white fur spread over an unzipped sleeping bag. Pillows, patterned in zebra stripes and leopard spots, lay in a tumbled pile at one end of her exotic bed.
She’d taken off her sweater and boots, leaving her slender form clad in a snug T-shirt and tight jeans. And, of course, her silly fur-trimmed socks. Dark and sinuous against the white pelt, Valerie reminded Fisher of a resting mink. Slim and touchable, the lines and curves of her body begged for a man’s stroking hand.
Nevertheless, he stepped into the ultrafeminine room on hesitant feet, feeling like an awkward, shambling giant. He bent to touch the pelt. The soft, silky fur caressed his fingers. “I brought you the air mattress.” His voice sounded as if it had struggled over broken glass to exit his throat.
She watched him, blue eyes glimmering in the shadowed room.
He straightened. “Do you—do you want it?”
Setting a glass of wine onto a coaster with a soft click, Valerie uncurled and stretched, as though exhibiting her hourglass body. As she arched her back, her breasts lifted, pressing against her flimsy top. Her blonde, flyaway hair had a just-bedded look.
Fisher began to sweat. This woman was dangerous. Not because she was more sophisticated than any other girl on the island, and he’d met plenty of exotic, interesting females when he’d served in the military. No, there was something about her that he couldn’t identify.
She was all woman, no question about it. He clenched his fists behind his back. He would not touch her.
Now only a foot away from him, she looked him boldly in the eyes. “Yeah, I want it.” Her gaze, laden with feminine desire, dropped to his mouth.
Both of them knew she wasn’t talking about the air mattress. He had to say something, anything, before he jumped her bones like the love-starved, pathetic fool he was.
“Did you, uh, know you have your own washer-dryer?” Suave, Fisher, really suave. Jerking his gaze away from her, he reached for the knob of a small closet on his left. Opening it, he showed her the apartment-sized setup.
“Oh, that’s nice.” The sexy timbre of Valerie’s voice altered into innocent delight.
He breathed easier. “Works great too. If you ever have a problem, just let me know.”
Valerie looked into Fisher’s eyes and smiled. “Yes.” Coupled with the female heat in her smile, the implications weighing that one word tied his tongue into twenty knots, sucked every molecule of air from his lungs and forced all the blood in his body southward.
She was temptation incarnate. Though he knew it was wrong, he couldn’t help wanting her, and if he didn’t get out of her orbit soon, he’d kiss her. He’d be a goner. If he kissed her, everything would change. He would change, and he couldn’t handle that.
“Th-that is, a problem with anything in the apartment.”
She reached down and took a phallus-shaped device from amidst the pelts. “I’m having trouble recharging my massager.”
A laugh broke free. “Your massager? Is that what they’re calling them in L.A.?”
Straightening, she looked him in the eyes. “Think you can help?”
He threw caution to the wind, telling himself that his tangled thoughts about Valerie Percy were nonsense. She was no more compelling than any other woman and wouldn’t have a mysterious hold over him no matter what happened. He grinned at her. “Oh yeah, I’m sure I can help.”
Reaching for her, he slid a hand through her tousled hair, sifting the soft, blonde strands through his fingers. Her fragrance rose along with a husky moan from deep in her throat. Sensing that moment was right, he let his palm rest against her nape and drew her close.
And they go on…and on…and on…
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You’ll find most of my books here… Enjoy!
About the author:
Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.
A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
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Suz, Thank you so much for stopping by the Lair!