When will she finally stop running away? – #InteraciallRomance #RunawayBride

 

By Fiona McGier (Guest Blogger)

Today I want to share a bit about my erotic romance The Right Choice. This is an inter-racial romance, with a bi-racial heroine, and two white men who want her. One is the blue-collar guy from her past, the other is the lawyer her mom wants her to marry. I have friends who are bi-racial, as well as in inter-racial relationships, so I try to write my stories for everyone. I dream of a world where color and gender have nothing to do with love and romance. Idealist? Sure. But love is love, and so rare that it deserves to be celebrated.

Blurb

Veterinarian Pamela Wilson always used to run away from home to get attention from her status-conscious, preoccupied parents.  Years ago she met a man who loved her unreservedly, but her parents didn't approve of his blue-collar job, so she ran away from him too.  When the ambitious lawyer she's marrying answers a phone call while she's walking down the aisle, it's the last straw!  She runs away again, this time to a cabin her parents don't know about, owned by the mechanic.  Does he still own it and is he still single?  Will she finally stop running away and make the right choice for her future?

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Excerpt set up: Pamela's running away from her wedding is all over the news.  Eric is the old boyfriend, who sees the news story, then decides to ride out after work, from Chicago to the Michigan lake shore and the cabin he and his brother inherited.

Eric wasn’t sure what he was hoping for as he turned off of the highway, heading down the back roads that led to the family cabin he and his brother had inherited.  They had made extra keys for their cousins on their Mom’s side of the family, all of whom lived out of state.  But they were the principal owners, responsible for the upkeep and the taxes.  And they were the ones who kept their personal belongings there, who kept the fridge stocked with beer and food, and the ones who took turns spending any vacation time they got in the one place they could truly relax in--their home away from home.

Was he hoping to find the place deserted?  That would allow for him to have a relaxing weekend--sleeping late, and looking at the bikini-clad girls on the beaches.  Or did he want her to be there?  With all that would mean?  He would have to listen to her talk about the man she had almost married, and the reasons that she had run away from him.  And he would vacillate between insane jealousy of the man who had recently been having sex with her--and a vague feeling of superiority that she had run to him this time, not away from him.
But what would that really mean?  If she ran to him, did that mean that she wanted to see him?  That she missed him?  That she would finally admit how much he meant to her?  Or did it mean that she viewed him as a harmless eunuch, who would let her cry on his shoulder, then pat her awkwardly as she made up her mind to return to the lifestyle her mother had been grooming her for since birth?

And do I care?  Eric pursed his lips as he made the last turn that led to the private driveway.  Of course I care.  If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have driven ninety miles an hour to get here, so I could see if she still thinks of this place--of spending time with me--as her shelter from the storm.

He looked with interest at the small car parked on the beach side of the cabin.  It had Illinois plates--a hopeful sign.  When he got close enough, he peered inside.  It appeared to have someone inside of it.  Asleep?  With all of the noise that a Harley makes?  He was grinning as he pulled up to the other side of the cabin, parked, and turned the motor off.  He got off of the bike and stretched, his muscles cramped from riding for the past couple of hours.  Jerkily he strode over to the car to examine it more closely.  He saw her head lolled back, and heard, through the open windows, the sound of her snoring softly, but steadily enough to be heard over the sound of the lake.

So you did think of this place.  And me.  He almost chuckled with pleasure, before deciding against waking her up.  He went around to the front door of the cabin and let himself in, to go in search of a cold beer to wash the dirt of the highway down his throat.  He got some burgers out of the freezer to thaw for dinner, and spent some time thinking about what on earth he was going to say to her when she woke up.

(Pamela, meanwhile, is dreaming while she sleeps.)
Pamela moaned as she felt her excitement building.  She was on her stomach, facing the bed, and being most gloriously pleasured by someone who really knew what he was doing.  His hands were wrapped in her hair, and with strong, sure strokes, he withdrew, then entered her again, each time almost pushing her over the edge into screaming oblivion.  She wriggled her ass appreciatively, and felt him shudder.  He regained control over himself, and the withdraw-enter rhythm resumed.  She was so busy concentrating on her own feelings, that she didn’t care who it was doing the work, as long as it continued.

This is a dream, but damn, what a great dream!  I wonder who this fabulously satisfying man is?  The realization that she was dreaming allowed her to take  control of the action.  Determinedly she pushed herself up, in order to turn around to see whose face she would be looking at--just who this mystery lover was that had her so hot that even in her dreams, she was dripping with heat and anticipation.

Reluctantly pausing while she turned over, the man bent his head down to lick, then suck at her nipples, one then the other, as she re-positioned herself under him.  With an upwards thrust to her hips, she signaled her desire to be pleasured even more, with a full view of his face.  He moaned, then thrust his hips forward to slam himself into her.  Pamela fell over the edge into an extended multiple orgasm.  Squeezing her eyes shut was the only way to concentrate on the feelings, to prolong them and make them more intense.  She screamed as she rode the waves of pleasure, feeling herself clenching around the magic wand that this magician was wielding, feeling herself totally under his spell.

Finally she was able to breathe again, and she remembered that she was dreaming--and that his face was only inches from hers.  All she had to do was open her eyes to see who the man of her dreams was.  She opened her eyes to look at him.  He raised his head, long black hair streaming down from his face in sweat-soaked strings, shadow of a beard darkening his face, and his blue eyes pierced through her heart.  Eric?  Even in my dreams?

About Me

I write contemporary erotic romance novels. Contemporary because having sex without birth control is a scary thought. Erotic, because I love to read books with sex scenes in them, so I write them too. And romance because the drive to pair up is a most basic human need, but the ways it can happen are endlessly fascinating.

I write contemporary erotic romance novels about strong, independent women who are busy living their lives. When they meet equally strong, independent men, the sparks fly! Sooner or later one or both of them realize they are meant to be together for the long-term, and the "dance of love" moves to a whole new level of seriousness. I write happily-ever-after endings, because I really believe they are possible...not easy, but achievable. And I write hot scenes between the heroine and hero because that's the way they tell me their stories in my head!

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