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By Hope Parker (Guest Blogger)

I’m Hope Parker and I’ve been writing seriously for two years now. My books are contemporary erotic romances with heart and heat that is vitally important to the love story. I love writing steamy fiction because sex is such an expression of who people are and writing about characters that engage in explicit intimate acts reveals their character and how they experience love. It’s also just fun! I grew up in a conservative household and writing erotic romance has allowed me to feel more comfortable in my own sexuality and explore how sex is integral to the human experience.

My protagonists all go through a journey in my romances and that includes learning to love themselves and their personal intimate preferences. I enjoy writing characters who come to embrace who they are and take an interest in their sex life as a form of self-expression. My latest release, Two Weeks with You, is a novella that talks about a woman learning to love who she is through her relationship with a sex worker she hires online after a bad breakup.

Blurb

When a bad breakup and dead-end job keep Elise Reed in an endless cycle of monotony, she forces herself to venture outside her comfort zone. She reads an article about male sex workers and how they satisfy their female clients through an emerging custom content website and is captivated by one man in particular: Levi Lowe. Levi is the whole package—literally. He’s hipster, Americana, and smart as hell. He helps her explore her sexuality but as the COVID-19 virus surges across the United States, Elise is furloughed from her job, threatening her financial security. To try to help her out, he extends a job offer to photograph him for his portfolio while she’s laid off. She agrees, promising herself that it’s just for two weeks.

But the man in front of her is so much more than she bargained for. Is two weeks enough? Will she ever want to leave?

Excerpt

“What’re you doing?” My dick was already getting hard again. I glanced at the clock. I had two hours before my next call. It was voice only, meaning I could fake my orgasm. I usually didn’t but I’d make an exception for Elise.

“I figured you had to work. I didn’t want to interrupt you,” she said. Her big eyes barely hid a thinly veiled disappointment. Oh, no. I didn’t work that way.

“Uh huh. Well, you did interrupt, and it was a hell of a lot of fun. So why don’t you get your ass back in bed?”

“Or what? Are you going to spank me?” she joked, but there was sincerity in the way she leaned towards me.

“Don’t tempt me because I will.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder and winked before complying. She crawled back against the pillows, her knees tucked underneath her, hiding her beautiful pussy from me. I stalked up her body, kissing her ankles, her knees, and the tops of her thighs. Her belly sucked in when I skimmed the top of her clit. I nibbled at each of her hipbones before moving up to her breasts. Her nipples were tight and erect. I rolled each of them in my mouth, making sure to alternate biting and licking, pleasure and pain. One day I hoped to bring out the clamps and really see how much of a bite she could tolerate.

I stamped a single kiss on her lips before trailing downward once more. Her skin had a salted tang of arousal that intensified the closer I got to her core. When I swiped my tongue up her slit, she was gone. Her wetness coated my tongue, she ground herself against my face, and the musk of her clung to my beard.

Once she found a rhythm she liked, I added one finger, hissing as she clenched around me in a tight vise. This woman was going to be my undoing. The potential of our lives together flashed before my eyes, terrifyingly clear. Remembering how she pleasured herself on our calls, I used my other hand to massage her breasts. I was rewarded by her grinding harder against my face. She was a rising symphony of groans, moans, and panting pleasure, all wrapped up in her perfect delicate voice. She gained strength as she got closer to orgasm, her hips moving with my finger as she rode me.

This was better than my wildest imagination. She screamed her release as I added my thumb underneath my tongue on her clit. When she was done, she collapsed back onto my bed, thoroughly spent.

“Was that the best you got?” She propped herself up on her elbows after she caught her breath, her messy hair and wild grin burning itself in my memory. For the rest of my life, I would remember the girl I invited to stay with me in a split-second decision while a pandemic raged outside and I pretended I wasn’t falling in love with her.

“Oh honey, we’ve barely gotten started.”

She reached for my hand and we tumbled back into bed. I had a hundred things to do, but I set my alarm for thirty minutes and sunk into the wildflower and sunshine whirlwind that was cuddled against my chest.

Buy Link

https://www.amazon.com/Two-Weeks-You-Hope-Parker-ebook/dp/B092ZW6MMN/

About the Author

Hope Parker is a contemporary erotic romance author who loves writing about unlikely couples who defy the odds and end up falling madly in love. She is a horse girl, lover of all things romance novels, and owns one too many free dogs. When she's not writing, you can find her spending time on her hobby farm and daydreaming about new ways to utilize the land she loves. Parker has an MFA in creative writing and writes full-length novels, novellas, and short stories.

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