Hi guys, today I have the pleasure of introducing this great novel by Scarlett Knight. I've had the pleasure of reading it and I can assure you, it will keep you hooked from beginning to end.
Granted the opportunity to model for world-famous yet reclusive artist Edgar,
journalist Janelle Ryan thinks she's finally landed the story of her career.
What she doesn't realize is that by staying at Edgar's famous "Art
House," her focus shifts from the news story to experiencing an unexpected
personal awakening of her mind, body, and soul.
As a consequence, painful emotions she's been repressing for years begin to
reemerge. Facing her demons head on, she realizes what is most important to her
- how to forgive, and most importantly, how to love again.
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Excerpt
Drinking sometimes
caused old feelings to resurface and made unwanted tears fall. It was
undeniable, though: ever since this adventure had started, she’d had more than
a few reminders of times and people she’d tried for years to forget. She passed
a kitchen and several other rooms too large for a bathroom and too dark to
really see into. Checking behind elaborate doors, she found a number of closets
and staircases but no bathroom. Finally, she found a small restroom and after
relieving herself, checked her appearance in the floor-length gold-framed
mirror that wasn’t hanging but rather propped against the wall at a stylish
angle. She rubbed away the smears of makeup under her eyes and tried to
recapture some of that buzz which had leaked out through her tears.
On the way back,
she passed one of the doors that had led to a secret spiral staircase.
Mistakenly, she must have left it ajar. When she moved to close it, she heard a
man groan.
Freezing with her
hand on the doorknob, she listened again to make sure she hadn’t just been
imagining things. Then it came again, this time with a woman’s muffled moan in
erotic harmony. Her pulse beginning to race, she slowly peeked into the
stairwell.
It was a couple
all right, there at the foot of the stairs. A long blonde-haired woman in a
flowing green dress had her skirts gathered up around her as she knelt in front
of a man, frantically giving him fellatio. The man’s upper body was cast in
shadow, but she could make out his longish dark hair and stubble. His eyes were
closed, his face twisted in fervent ecstasy. She didn’t recognize either of
them as anyone Trixi had introduced her to.
The woman’s head
bobbed back and forth, her hand stroking the man’s hard cock, which he’d pulled
through his pants. She seemed to be enjoying the event as much as he was.
Janelle knew she should give this couple their privacy, even if they were doing
this out in public. It was their moment of passion, not hers. Still, she found
herself unable to break away, her breath growing shallow.
The man gasped and
muttered “faster” in a desperate, guttural tone. Janelle had a strong desire to
reach inside of her soft blouse and pinch her hardening pink nipples beneath
the shell of her bra. She looked down, ashamed but fascinated. A burst of movement
brought heat to her cheeks as she panicked, fearing she’d been discovered. But
it was only the man, pulling the woman up from the floor and positioning her on
all fours on the stairs. He lifted her skirts, her underwear already down
around one ankle. His erection, barely visible in the shadow, arced up from his
body like an arrow.
He plunged into
the woman. She groaned, and Janelle bit down on her thumbnail, her sex tingling
with the strong sweet scent of her own stimulation. She needed to leave them
alone, let them have their moment, but she couldn’t move her feet. Their
passion was intoxicating, something real, unlike so many of her relationships
of late. She could actually feel their lust, the forbidden rush of this secret
act trapping her in place. She kept her hand on the doorknob, the other hand
slack at her side, though she desperately longed to touch herself.
“Darling, did you
hear something?” the woman asked, and they stopped moving.
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For more, please
visit Scarlett’s blog!
http://scarlettknightauthor.blogspot.com/2016/04/the-art-house.html
