Good morning, everyone! I'm very happy to
announce that my romance novella, His Kind of Woman is now available as a
Spring Fling from Loose Id. This story is something of a follow-up to
Uncollared, as it follows the love story of trans woman Venetia Varrano, who
appeared in the earlier story.
This is a story about secrets and lies, but the secrets
don't belong to Venetia. The fact that she's transgender is revealed early in the
story (and those who have read Uncollared are already aware of it). It's Roy
Girard, Venetia's love interest, who harbors the secret. His brother bullied
Venetia unmercifully in high school, when she was known as Victor. Roy's afraid
if she learns the truth, she'll no longer want to see him. But secrets always
have a way of coming to light.
The story is also about forgiveness. Venetia must
decide if she can forgive not only Roy, but his brother Travis as well.
Here's an excerpt for you:
He was just being polite, making sure she made it safely to her door,
checking to see she wouldn’t dissolve into a puddle of goo after the scene in
the café. But she had other ideas.
At her door, she took the initiative and kissed him, crushing her breasts
to him and practically grinding her lips against his. When she pulled back, she
was gasping. “Do you want me?”
He licked his lips, and his eyes narrowed as he peered at her. She read
his expression—Where is this coming from?—and
knew he wanted to be a gentleman. He didn’t want to take advantage of her in a
vulnerable state. The hell with that.
“Do you want me, Roy? Tell me the truth. Because I want you. Right now.”
He didn’t need to answer because she felt his hard-on prod her pelvis. She
kissed him again and holding on to his belt, pulled him inside her apartment.
After tossing her sweater and purse on the sofa, she turned toward Roy.
He was as still and substantial as a mountain, as real, as dependable. She
needed his sturdiness now, needed his strength. “You do want me, don’t you? But
you’ve been afraid.”
He flushed like a boy being caught with his father’s Playboy.
“It’s all right,” she told him as she began to unbutton her blouse. “I
understand. You’re worried.” She slowly undid the rest of the buttons until the
front of the blouse fell open. “I say I’m a woman, but I used to have a man’s
body. And you wonder—am I really truly who I say I am?” She slipped off the
blouse and stood before him in her pale blue bra.
The heat of his gaze seared her as he stared at her breasts. Her nipples
prickled. She unsnapped the front closure of her bra and let the straps slide
down her arms. Her dark brown nipples jutted straight out at him, needing him
to touch them, kiss them. Roy’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and Venetia could swear
she heard him swallow hard.
She stood proudly for a moment to let him look at her. She had suffered
for this body, not just physically, but emotionally, financially, in every way
imaginable. Let her enjoy it now; let him enjoy it too. She basked in his
admiration, but as the heat and urgency grew between her legs, Venetia knew it
would not be enough.
She kicked off her pumps and shimmied out of her jeans. Now she wore only
her lacy blue panties. She loved these panties, loved how sexy and feminine
they made her feel, and now she saw how Roy loved them too.
The enormity of the step she was about to take suddenly hit her. Though
she tried to steady it, her voice vibrated with fear as she spoke again. No
backing down now, no running away. She slipped her thumb into the waistband of
her panties. “There won’t be any surprises when I take these off,” she assured
him. “My outside matches my inside now. I’m completely a woman in every way.”
As she began to pull the panties down, he stopped her. “Wait.”
She froze and her chest squeezed in disappointment. He didn’t want her?
He approached her, indicating the panties. “I want to do that.”
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I hope you'll give His Kind of Woman a try. The novella
will be free until June 19 at the Loose Id site, and will be $2.99 thereafter. In
addition, my romance Uncollared will be on sale at $3.99 during the same
period.
Have a wonderful weekend, all!
