Thursday, May 1, 2014

Dancing for Dollars by Candy Caine: Spotlight with Excerpt

 
 







Dancing for Dollars

by Candy Caine



Genre: New Adult Romance


 
Bree Washington, a young African-American woman, has always wanted to become a doctor. When her father loses his job, she is forced to find other means to raise money to continue her schooling. Loving to dance and doing it well, she becomes an exotic dancer. Bree figures her dancing days will be history after she gets her medical degree.

 

Though being a doctor gives her a sense of fulfillment, Bree fears life is passing her by. Alone without any family of her own, more than anything, she wants to marry and have children. Fate intervenes when she saves the life of a child who had been in a horrific auto accident. She falls in love with the child's father, Richard Whitman, the DA for Harris County, Texas. Bree's future looks rosy until Richard Whitman decides to run for governor and her past collides with her future.

 

 

   ~Excerpt~

 

 

A loud rustling in the leaves of the old oak tree by my window woke me. Spring had come early this year to Texas, leaving record-breaking heat in its wake. I’d left the window open to try to cool off my room in order to help me sleep better.Probably a wind picking up or a critter, I thought, providing myself an excuse not to have to get out of bed and investigate. I closed my eyes and began to slip off into dreamland once more.

Suddenly I felt a large, calloused hot hand cover my mouth so I couldn’t scream out. Its mate was already exploring my scantily clad body, roughly squeezing my breasts. He took his hand from my mouth and whispered hoarsely, “Don’t make a sound.”

My heart nearly jumped into my throat. “Clint, what are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t wait until I saw you tomorrow night. Here, touch me. I’m as hard as that tree I just climbed.”

I reached down to feel the enormous bulge that threatened to rip through the denim of his jeans. Mercifully, I unzipped Clint’s jeans, freeing his hot, swollen member as if I were freeing a genie from a bottle. And I only had one wish in mind for it to perform.

Sleep was now the furthest thing on my mind as Clint’s lips covered mine. It was a rough, demanding kiss, the kind that always drove me wild and left me wanting more. His cock prodded my hip as my heartbeat quickened in anticipation. I felt his hand slip under the flimsy oversized tee shirt I was wearing and capture one of my breasts, rubbing its nipple into a firm raisin. I stifled a moan.

As his lips left my own to make their way down my neck, his other hand covered my wet pussy. I was ready for him. He walked his fingers through my forest of tightly curled hair before finally inserting two of them. I closed my snatch around them and rubbed my clit up and down, sending tiny explosions throughout my body.

He removed his fingers and licked them dry before slipping on a condom. I could not keep my body still as I waited. It was times like this one I’d wished I was on the Pill already. Those few moments felt like an eternity before he slipped inside me, filling me completely. Together we began to move in our rehearsed dance of love, the tempo increasing as our orgasms approached. Ever since Clint introduced me to this unbelievable joy and turned me into a woman—his woman—I never truly knew what love was all about.

I hoped the movement of my bedsprings didn’t wake my father. Most likely he wasn’t even in his room and could be found zonked out in the den. The thought of what would happen if he found us fucking was something I couldn’t bear. Luckily it didn’t take us long before we both came. I couldn’t wait until we were married and didn’t have to sneak around like this. We’d be able to sleep together and wake in each other’s arms.

“You’d better go,” I urged him, fearful our luck would run out. Clint pulled out of me slowly and rolled off the condom. I watched him pull his clothes on that hard, lean body of his, making me hot again. I was getting excited all over again. He leaned over and kissed my breast. Then he kissed my mouth.

“See you tomorrow night,” he whispered.

“Be careful,” I said, walking over to the window with him.

“I love you, Bree Washburn.”

“I love you, too, Clint Anderson. Now get,” I said slapping his ass and kissing him one more time before he went out the window.

He wrapped his arm around a tree limb and waved as he began to descend.

 

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~About the Author~



With nearly 200 short stories, numerous anthologies and shortly, 11 novels in print, whether she’s writing spicy hot erotica as Candy Caine or less edgy contemporary romance as her alter ego, Candace Gold, she keeps her husband, Robert, on his toes in their Long Island, NY home. Supportive with her writing career, he’s always willing to help her add authenticity to the scenes in her stories. After all, technique is so important for good writing. When asked why she began to write, Candy says: “I’ve always loved books and my biggest thrill is to bring the joy of reading to others. That’s what writing is all about.”

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