Winter is here. Spring is coming.
Robert has restored more than Victoria's garden in the past months, tended to more than a patch of earth that was left to go fallow following her first husband's death. Her bed is warm, her countenance glowing, and her friends – once they're able to look past his profession, his background, and the fact that she's been essentially paying him for sex – are the first to tell her that she's bloomed under his care.
But Robert wants more. Robert wants life.
And Victoria isn't certain if that's something she's willing to give.
The final part of the three-novella erotic romance series.
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Have you devoured Talk Dirty? Are you eager for more?
Book Two in the Dirty series has Victoria and Robert navigating their way to happily ever after...or at least trying. Sort of.
The house often seemed a vast space in the near-six years since Victoria's husband died, but it feels even emptier now when Robert's not there: the rooms larger, the ceilings higher, brighter, spotless. Yet Robert's not quite hollowed out his own space or staked his claim in her life, and unless Victoria can ever muster the courage to let the "L-word" pass her lips, he never will.
But how can she say it when every night is a reminder of what could be lost, and every heartbeat feels like a countdown to the end?
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So begins Victoria's quest for a new household employee. With her garden in tatters and love life gone fallow after the untimely death of her husband five years before, she is desperate for a man to step foot on her lawn, ready to tend to her every need.
Then in walks Robert.
He's young, gorgeous, and blessedly alive, and just as eager to get into Victoria's knickers as she is to get out of them.
They waste no time in getting to know each other better, but as Victoria's loneliness abates, the guilt creeps in to take its place. All she wants is more, but how she can she have him, love him, pay him…when everything about it feels so dirty?
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Instead of focusing on the lunch he had seemed so intent on only moments before, his gaze fell to her acres of skin, and she wondered if he could tell, by the way she stood, that she had left her pants in the footwell of her car. And by the way his eyes traveled from knee to hip to chest, she knew he could most definitely tell that she'd forgotten her bra as well (draped over the hand brake).
Today, I clicked "publish" on Talk Dirty.
It's not up yet, and won't be for another day or so (it still has to pass review for KDP, Nook, etc.) but don't worry, I'll let you know when it is. Loudly. Over and over again.
My problem is...well, I can be slightly obsessive.
To the point where it's very likely that come publication, I'll be glued to my computer, waiting for numbers to change.
So I need to distract myself. It's raining, and will most likely keep raining, so I can't be out in the garden, which is where I'd always be if I had a choice. I should probably stay away from my computer so revisions are also probably a no-go until I get back to work on Monday.
What should I do? Bake? Knit? Whittle?
See the world?
Or just sit down, turn my internet off, and write you some more?
Kit Harington. Why? I have my reasons. (source: united agents)
Her husband is dead. Her gardener is gorgeous. And she is so tired of sleeping alone…
On the first of March, something special is coming into the world.
"Gardener," Deborah had said, flummoxed. "You want to shag a gardener. No, you want to hire a gardener so you can shag him."
"I want to build a romance…" Victoria replied, harpooning a gherkin on the end of her knife, "…with a gardener."
Dirty is a series of three novellas, starting with Talk Dirty, in which our heroine Victoria tires of widowhood and decides that, at age thirty, designs on her new gardener Robert are not only permissible, but expected.
She led him upstairs, feeling strangely virginal, incandescent, trying to focus on the fact that he'd requested a tour and not a quick shag on the landing.
Fortunately for us, Robert agrees.
"You know," he breathed into her ear as he pressed, hot, against her back, still making half-circles along the crease of her thigh. "I found that lettuce in the vegetable patch."
Talk Dirty will be available 1 March, 2014, on Kindle, Nook, and iBook. Follow me on Twitter or add it on Goodreads to keep up-to-date with all my news.