Please welcome Ember Leigh, who stops by my blog today to talk about her contribution to the Season Of Seduction Anthology, MY LITTLE SECRET.
“My
Little Secret” is an MMA erotic romance novella. I’ve been getting really into
writing MMA romances recently, and this was one of the funnest ones yet. An
interesting tidbit from the story: Sadie wears some bizarre octopus leggings in
the early part of the book, and these are inspired by my own pair of bizarre
octopus leggings. They are hilarious and freakishly real looking. The gaping
octopus maw falls right where you’d expect…the crotch region! There’s nothing
better than a pair of awkwardly accurate octopus leggings, I always say. And in
Sadie’s case, they help her snag her celebrity dream crush! So just for future
reference…always opt for the strange sea creature attire, when possible.
Preorders are now available for this fantastic anthology, release date is November 14th! Over 20 steamy stories to make the upcoming holiday season a memorable one...
BLURB:
HAWK
Focus is my middle name.
But Sadie makes me forget why I’m in town, what I’m here to win, why it all
matters. That alone should tell me to stay the hell away. But I need more of
her, even though I know she’s hiding something from me.
I’ll do anything to keep
her by my side. Just how far I’ll go will be my little secret.
SADIE
I’ve had my eye on Hawk for
a long time now. Let’s just call him my MMA celebrity dream lover. So when I
find myself in Denver at the same time as him, at the same bar as him…I have to
say hi. But I sure as hell shouldn’t take it any farther than that. Because
he’s in town for one reason: to fight my brother in the biggest televised MMA
match of the year.
I can be good… Except I
can’t.
But maybe I can make Hawk
my little secret.
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EXCERPT:
I
zoned out, checking my phone occasionally as social media alerts lit up the
screen. Lots of new comments on the teaser promo we’d released in advance of my
big interview with Brute, my opponent here in Denver. He and I had an infamous
rivalry going, something that enthralled fans but also irritated the fuck out
of me. He constantly took shots at my personal life, accusing me of bogus shit.
He seemed like an insecure little corndog. I didn’t even know the guy, but he
came after me as if I’d fucked his sister. Some of these guys just lived on
drama. He was newer to the fight scene, so maybe he was trying to make a
splash. Or maybe just trying to compensate for a tiny dick.
After
I downed my last glass of water, I checked my phone again. Time for the sad
truth. Sadie wasn’t here. Again. I fished my wallet out of my back pocket, so I
could leave the bartender a nice tip for feeding me tap water all night. A hand
slid over my shoulder, and I froze, goosebumps shivering up and down my back.
“Hawk.”
I
blinked once, already knowing who it was. I turned slowly, hesitant to believe
it. Sadie looked back at me, a wry smile on her face. I clenched my jaw to
suppress the wave of relief that threatened my cool.
“Look
who it is.” I abandoned the search for my wallet, leaning back into my bar
chair. “Little Miss Runaway.”
She
smirked, sliding onto the bar stool next to me. Her strawberry blonde hair was
pulled into a loose bun, an off-the-shoulder sweatshirt visible beneath her
parka. Like maybe she’d come here after the gym…or maybe after she’d thought
better of it.
“I
told you, I had to leave that morning.” She flagged down the bartender, and I
gobbled up the sight of her. Being next to her was like a drug. Every nerve
ending in my body lit up. “I hoped I might find you here.”
I
bit my tongue before I could admit I’d been coming here exclusively hoping to
see her. “Yeah, it’s my hangout now, I guess.”
“How
was training the next day?” She nudged me with her shoulder.
“Hell.”
I cracked a grin, trying not to let the memories of our night cloud my brain. I
battled that enough already. “What about you? Did you make it to work?”
“Barely.
I think everyone in a mile radius could sense the sex glow.” The bartender
arrived, and she ordered a glass of red wine.
“Put
it on my tab,” I said before the bartender walked away.
She
grinned. “That’s sweet.”
“You
better drink it fast,” I told her. “We don’t have much time.”
Sadie
lifted a perfectly sculpted brow. Certain expressions reminded me of the glossy
models in magazines. She was beautiful in a conventional way, but even more
beautiful in a way that I couldn’t even explain. “Why’s that?”
“Bedtime’s
coming soon.” I tapped a non-existent watch. “We’ve got a lot to do.”
She
didn’t look away from me as the bartender poured her glass of wine right in
front of her. “We can’t finish that list all in one night.”
“That’s
okay. We’ve got plenty of nights left.” I draped my arm over the back of her
chair. “Gotta use our time wisely. Might even have to start meeting up for
dinner soon, too.”
Sadie
smiled furtively behind the lip of her wine glass. “That seems quite serious.”
“It
is.” I watched as she took a generous sip of wine. “I’m going to need your
number.”
“I
like how you asked that,” she said, pinching her lips into a curious little
smile. “You didn’t even ask at all.”
“Should
I rephrase?”
“No.
It’ll work.” She jerked her chin toward me. “Get out your phone, stud.”
I
couldn’t fight the grin as I fished out my phone. Already my cheeks hurt a
little from smiling. Sadie had that effect on me, bigtime.
She
gave me her number, and then said, “Don’t send me a million texts a day
professing your love, okay? I have enough of those guys in my life.”
“Too
many fans, huh?”
She
scoffed. “You’d think I was the professional fighter on the top ten sexiest
list instead of you.”
I
ran my thumb over the bar top. I was desperate to touch her, but maybe I should
stay away from the public displays. Negative press right now would be bad.
“Those lists are rigged.”
“Actually,
I think your looks are rigged,” she said with a pointed look.
“You deserved to be number one, not number four.”
Somehow,
it was touching that she knew my rank on those stupid things. “You mad about
it? You could write to the editor, you know.”
“Already
did.” She took a cool sip of wine.
“You
gotta be up early tomorrow?” I leaned closer, so our arms brushed.
“Yeah,
but not for work. Why, you have something in mind?”
“Thought
you could come over to my place again,” I said.
She
sipped at her wine before responding. “I could be convinced.”
“I
doubt you need convincing.” I narrowed my eyes at her.
“Oh,
really?”
“You
came looking for me tonight,” I reminded her.
She
laughed low, leaning in to whisper hotly in my ear. “But you were here waiting
for me.”
Goosebumps
flared on my forearms. “Finish your wine.”
BIO:
Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance
novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently
resides near Lake Erie with her Argentinean husband, where they run an
Argentinian-American food truck. In addition to romance novels, Ember also
writes travel memoirs and occasionally updates a couple of blogs. In her free
time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, hops around the world, and eats lots of
vegetables.
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