When Andrea Johnson, writing as author Cindy Vega, signed up for a Meet & Greet with the cover model of her latest book, she didn’t expect sparks to fly. Yushka is dangerously good-looking and too young for her. But their connection is instantaneous, and during a photo shoot with the two, the photographer picks up on their growing attraction. Seeing the potential for the cover photo of the century, he decides to push their comfort limits...
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1. Welcome Andrea or should I say, Cindy? Can you tell us a bit about your writing?
Hi Elyzabeth! First off, thanks for having me here. I’m not used to being in the spotlight, but I’ll answer your questions the best I can. So, my writing. I’m an erotic romance writer, but you know how it is – some say it’s too sweet and romantic to be labelled erotic, and some say it’s too pornographic to be romance. *shakes head*
2. Do you believe in love?
Quite honestly, I’m not sure. I’ve been let down many years ago, at a pivotal time in my life—learning I was pregnant—and since then, I’ve found it hard to believe such a thing as love was in the cards for me. I’m nearing my forties now, do I dare give my heart to someone and risk being hurt again? I feel so fragile, need time to make up my mind.
3. I’ve heard that you met the cover model of your latest book… How is Yushka?
Oh, he is… *sighs* One, he’s the hottest thing you can imagine on legs. When you see him, you get this heart attack moment where you forget to breathe and your body fills with a certain kind of heat… ahem. Second, he’s the sweetest, gentlest guy I’ve met in a looong time—meaning genuinely attentive and caring. You just gotta love a person like that. Oh, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s super sharp and unusually mature for his age!
4. How was the photo shoot? What was your favorite moment of the experience?
How it was? You’ll have to read my book to find out, lol. Recapping the events would put me in a state of… uhm… But if I have to be honest with myself, I’ll admit my favorite moment of all was the second photo shoot. They placed me atop a piano with the most gorgeous hunk of a man between my legs, and he was pushing his deliciously hard body against me, wrestling me and…in the end, delving his tongue deep in my mouth. God, just thinking about it… *fans myself*
5. Now, how do you feel about dating a younger man? And if the roles were reversed?
I’m not comfortable with the situation. He says he doesn’t care that I’m older, but our fifteen-year difference bothers me. I have two sons practically his age—how will they react? And will Yushka still be attracted to me in a few years, when I get visibly older? As for the roles being reversed, I could just as easily be attracted to a gray fox. But honestly, no one would even ask the question. That’s just how society works.
6. What’s one thing you like about Yushka, besides his good looks? *grin*
His ability to make me feel special and beautiful. It’s the way his eyes warm when he looks at me, the way he smiles, teases me, and plays the goof to make me smile back, and it’s the way his body…ahem…reacts when he holds me tight. He’s truly irresistible, in every sense of the word.
7. What is your idea of perfect happiness?
Being with someone who respects and cherishes you no matter your age or what you look like.
8. What is your motto?
It’s okay to bow in a storm, just get up and trudge on.
9. Tomorrow is Halloween, do you have any plans?
No, but I look forward to all the small scary people who come knocking on my door!
Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate (that’s almost Yushka’s tan, lol)
Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate (that’s almost Yushka’s tan, lol)
Coffee or tea? Can’t decide. I want coffee in the morning, and tea in the evening
Hottest thing a person can say to you: Kiss me
Boxers or briefs? I don’t care as long as it’s sexy
Favorite position: Oh, what a question! Um, does “piano” say enough?
Craziest thing you’ve done for love: Get up on a stage in front of hundreds of people to declare I’m in love with someone. Just remembering that moment, my heart palpitates!
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An assistant calls Yushka’s name. Bare-chested, the Asian hunk appears from a group of models, strolls to the spotlights, and waits in front of the camera with the confident stance of a professional.
The whole place quiets asif in awe. He’s unbelievably beautiful with his tanned, bulging muscles and washboard-abs-to-die-for. When photographer Lemaître asks him to undo his hair, a black waterfall lands on his shoulders and down his back. A few muffled feminine squeals fill the silence.
One by one, authors whose books he appears on get a few pictures taken with him in flattering positions, wrapping their arms around his back or swallowed up in his embrace, beaming like schoolgirls at their first prom.
Jealousy rips through me so violently I can barely breathe, but my time is up soon, and I hate that even more. I’m non-photogenic, and seeing pictures of myself makes me sick. I’ve chosen a sexy, black top and matching short skirt for the occasion, but looking my best doesn’t help. My stomach ties in a knot.
“Cindy Vega,” an assistant calls.
Fuck, that’s me. I’m dead.
“Go,” Laurie says, giving me a small push.
All muscles tense, I leave my safe corner and join Yushka. He greets me with a placid face, but from the warmth in his pupils, I get a feeling he’s glad to see me. Side by side, narrowing our eyes from the piercing light, we face Lemaître and wait for orders.
Damn. Being so near Yushka’s naked torso is unbearable, as is the heat from the lamps shining on us. Sweat beads roll down the sides of my chest, between my breasts. He endures, too. A thin film of sweat coats his golden skin, making it glow, but he doesn’t seem bothered.
Lemaître clears his throat. “Bon. Stand a little closer. Cindy, this is for Eden Luna Publishing’s website. Officially, we want authors happily meeting their cover models, but off the record, we want sensual, we want heat. Readers will get off seeing your pictures like they do reading your books.”
Stiff as a rod, I nod agreement. I’d half expected this. Problem is, I hate being in the spotlight with so many people watching, and I hate the notion of having my photo all over the internet.
“Sooo,” he continues, “I will ask you to just stand like this, facing me, and smile. That is all. Yushka knows what he has to do.”
Turning to my side, Yushka puts a hot hand on my stomach and the other on the small of my back. Though light, his touches destabilize me, as does the warm, musky scent sneaking to my nostrils.
“Closer,” Lemaître orders. “Bodily contact.”
Shit, I’m fucked.
The stud radiates heat as he approaches, sweaty chest sticking to my arm, heart beating against my skin. His crotch barely brushes my hip, but each pore in my body becomes acutely aware of him, on high alert. As last night’s intense arousal replays in all of me, my inner thighs clench with renewed want.
Whispers and low chuckles sound from both sides of the vast lobby. I try to forget the hundred eyes following my every move, but can’t help being distracted, bathed in full light and painfully self-conscious.
“That is better.” Like a shooting gun, Lemaître’s camera clicks and the flash blinds me repetitively. “Now, give him a smile, Cindy. You know the kind I want.”
My throat so dry I can’t speak, I turn to Yushka.
He’s very near, inches from my face, black pupils gleaming with mischief. Sweat pearls on his face, making him look sexier than ever. Long, black hairs glue to his forehead and cheeks. He smells of soap, his close shave making him look baby-faced.
Seemingly at ease, the heaving of his chest regular, he stares into my eyes. I can’t believe his confidence. Modelling is his profession, but how does he stay so fucking calm?
“You wanna give me a smile?” he whispers, warm breaths brushing my chin. Behind me, his large hand sneaks lower and palms my butt cheek. With that and his other fingers splaying on my stomach, he pulls me to him, making me feel the entire length and…hardness…of his cock on my hip.
I suck in a breath.
His lips curl up in a self-satisfied grin. “Hm, Andrea? You wanna give me a smile?”
Oh my fucking God. I can’t help but obey while my insides go up in flames.
Flashing his teeth, he kneads my ass with a strong hand and pushes his full erection against me. He knows what he’s doing, the devil. He knows slowly rubbing me with his cock turns my pussy to burning liquid.
Somewhere, a feminine gasp breaks the silence, followed by contained laughter.
“Très bien, we have a smile,” Lemaître says, camera clicking, flash shooting. “Thank you, Cindy, that will be enough. Next!”
Still grinning and holding my look, Yushka slowly backs off, leaving chillier air between us.
I’m frozen. In shock, lust, need.
“Come on, move it!” Lemaître calls. “We don’t have all day.”