Patience may be a
virtue, but the reward is sin!
5,000 word
short erotic story.
Release:
August 31st 2012
Genre:
Erotic Romance/ May-December
Format:
Ebook
Synopsis:
Donelle
Fortier is no billionaire. She runs her ad agency with passion and
scruples...and it shows in her bank balance.
Edan
Dalca is the cocky young hotshot Donelle hired to pump life into her business.
He’s intense, passionate...and downright hawt.
But
when his arrogance threatens the agency’s future, Donelle realizes he needs to
be taught one very important lesson: patience.
And
with Donelle’s consummate skills, it’s a lesson that Edan will never forget.
This title
contains graphic language, older women/younger man nookie, and an intriguing
use of confectionary.
Patience © August 2012 by Willsin Rowe and Katie Salidas
Excerpt:
He turned, drilling his steel-gray eyes into mine. “You
regret last night, don’t you?”
“Last night...” I bit down on my burgeoning smile. “Well,
I’ve certainly done smarter things than seduce a co-worker.”
“The way I see it, I seduced you.”
“Such is my skill, young man.” I couldn’t suppress my smile
this time. “No, it wasn’t my smartest move, but I certainly don’t regret it.
Anyway, I thought you boys compartmentalized everything.”
He slipped his hand onto my thigh. “How can I when you’re
right here?”
I bit my lip and squeezed my legs together. “Stop…” It was
barely a whisper, not convincing at all. He had such big hands they were
impossible to ignore. Especially sliding up my leg like that.
I clamped my hand over his. “No, Edan. We have to get back
to the office. We have another pitch tomorrow.”
He dug his fingers in, a needless show of strength. With a
puff of disgust he pulled back and turned away. “Fine. Then maybe tomorrow
you’ll let me drive.” He shucked out another mint and ground it to death.
“Oh, act your fucking age, Edan.” Jesus. I sound like I’m
his mother. I started the car and mashed out my frustration on the gas pedal.
We drove back in man-made silence. Before I’d even turned off
the engine Edan had his door open, ready to storm upstairs and broadcast our
failure. To distance himself from the stink of it. I curled my fingers around
his arm.
“Wait.”
He pulled loose from my tenuous grasp and flounced out of
the car. I turned off the engine and rushed after him, my clattering heels
echoing off the concrete ceiling of the parking garage.
“Edan, stop!”
The touch of my hand on his shoulder seemed to calm him a
little. He stopped and let me turn him around. I felt like his mother again as
I pressed him back against the wall. In my heels I was almost eye-to-eye with
him. Or would be, if he’d look at me.
“You still have so much to learn, boy.”
“Don’t call me boy. I’m 24 years old.”
“In every way possible.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing. Look, we need to present a united front. Yes, we
probably lost the pitch. But those people up there rely on me, and now you, to
bring business in. They need to believe in us.”
“Then untie the apron strings! Let me take more control.”
I rested my hand against his chest. Even through the thick
wool of his suit, I fancied I could feel the heat of his skin, and I nearly
lost my train of thought. “This is not the time for that discussion, Edan.”
“It never is.”
“Stop. I mean it, this is not the time. We need to radiate
calm, give off a positive vibe. Can you do that?”
He shook his head and puffed out a resigned chuckle. Finally
his cool eyes met mine. “Maybe. What’s it worth to you?”
The warmth of his hand was all too real as he cupped the
fullness of my breast through my blouse. I’d been so focused on his eyes I
hadn’t seen him move. My breath tripped up as he squeezed my hardening nipple.
“Edan…” The simple urgency of my own voice sounded like a
betrayal. With my hand over his I rested my head on his chest, just to take the
weight off my untrustworthy knees. With my eyes closed and the heat of his body
against me it was easy to forget he was born the year I finished school.
Suddenly he was all hands and breath, all heat and muscle,
and lord, did it feel good. I clutched at his belt for balance and he pushed
his mouth onto mine.
Interview with Katie:
Q:
When I came to you with the rough (VERY rough) first draft of “Patience”, I
basically begged you to help me make it work. What was it about that uncut
stone that made you believe we could polish it into a gem?
A:
See now Willsin, you don’t give yourself enough credit. When you came to me
with the idea of Patience it wasn’t all that rough. I could clearly see the gem
of a story it was and instantly became excited about the idea. The things that
woman could teach him with a tictac!!!! Who wouldn’t want to jump on that
story?
Q:
All your previous titles have been self-published. What differences have you
noticed this time around, going with an established publisher in Excessica?
A:
Honestly, as a self-publisher, I am used to doing all the work myself. It’s
hard for me to give up a little bit of control. I’m kind of OCD in that
respect. But it does have its benefits. Working with you and with Excessica has
been smoother. It’s nice to work with a publisher that has the know-how and the
ability to push books out quickly and efficiently. The true benefit though is
the wider reach they have. That’s a very nice thing.
Q:
Until “Patience”, all your fiction works, including erotica, have featured
vampires. Do you feel like this work might surprise some of your existing fan
base?
A:
Initially, yes. Most people are used to associating me with paranormal, but I
don’t think that will pose any real problem. Once they get a taste of what we
have in store for them, not only will they be ready for our next short erotic piece,
but they’ll be checking you out too see what other treats you have in store
too, Willsin.
Q:
You have a rapidly growing horse – sorry, baby – in your family now. I know
he’s having a massive impact on your time. So how do you still find the time to
write and edit?
A:
LoL. You know, I was joking with someone the other day about my boy. When we go
to a restaurant, the wait staff don’t offer me a highchair for him. He’s so big
they mistake him for a toddler. I have to warn them not to give him crayons
either. “He’s only 8 months old, he’ll just try to eat them.”
He
does take up quite a bit of time, and so does my daughter. She’s 8 years old.
This summer has been a slow period for me. Most of my writing, editing,
critiquing, revising, marketing, and cover art shopping all has to be done
between the hours of 9pm (when the kids are in bed) and whenever I pass out at
my computer. Baby boy still isn’t sleeping through the night, so the sleep I do
get is broken and only a couple hours at a time. It’s rough, but I love my
family and I love writing so I am making it work as best as possible.
You
want to know the secret….
Mainlining
caffeine! LoL!
Q:
The main pressure point in “Patience” is the younger man/older woman pairing.
So with that in mind, are there any pretty young men out there in the wide
world who you’d like the chance to...educate?
A:
Oh dear. I always feel so dirty thinking about those hot young studs in
Hollywood right now. Taylor Lautner is
the first that comes to mind and though he’s of age, he’s more than 10 years
younger than me. I feel like such a bad girl even thinking about it. =) But, if
given the chance… I’d play teacher.
KATIE SALIDAS
Katie Salidas is a Super Woman!
Endowed with special powers and abilities, beyond those of mortal women, She
can get the munchkins off to gymnastics, cheerleading, Girl Scouts, and swim
lessons. She can put hot food on the table for dinner while assisting
with homework, baths, and bedtime… And, She still finds the time to keep the
hubby happy (nudge nudge wink wink). She can do all of this and still have time
to write.
And if you can believe all of those lies, there
is some beautiful swamp land in Florida for sale…
Katie Salidas resides in Las Vegas,
Nevada. Mother, wife, and author, she does try to do it all, often causing
sleep deprivation and many nights passed out at the computer. Writing books is
her passion, and she hopes that her passion will bring you hours of
entertainment.
Author Contacts:
Other works by Katie
Interview with Willsin
Q: You’ve written quite a few
wonderfully smutty stories on your own, what made you decide to co-author this
story?
A: It really did feel like the natural
step to take. With Patience, I knew the idea was sound, and that the rough map
of the story would work. But the intricacies weren’t meshing. The tiny cogs
just weren’t lining up. It just felt like exactly the kind of story that needed
input from both genders. And of course, who better to work with than my bestest
beta-reading buddy?
Q: What is it about the genre that
draws you in? Why do you love to write Erotica?
A: I just love to write, no matter what
genre. But for me, Erotica is special. It’s not just about grabbing two
characters (or more!) and tossing them in a bed together with the instructions
to get it on. It’s to be expected that the characters get all hot and sweaty,
sure...but I love the challenge of making it unstoppable rather than
opportunistic. The background and shape of the story need to funnel these
characters into each other’s...well, let’s say “arms”!
Q: Pick a favorite line (or interaction
between the characters) from Patience and
tell us why you like it so much?
A: Ah, I love this bit:
I
turned him to face me. “Edan, I know you won’t like to hear this, but you’re
still so young. You see everything in black and white. Only when you get older
will you see the shades of gray.”
“Yeah.
In the mirror.”
It
felt almost like he’d slapped me, but I tried not to let it show. “Well, you
sure know how to sweet-talk a girl.”
“What?
What did I say?”
“You
know what you said.”
“Yes,
I do. I just have no fucking idea what you
heard.”
Why do I love it? Because it shows how
the different ages and genders of the characters lends a totally different
understanding to one simple remark. And I’d like to point out, too, that the
“shades of gray” reference was written in 2010; long before I’d heard of...any
particular books that it might make you think of!
Q: What does your family think of your
work? Does your wife ever do any Beta Reading for you?
A: Most of my family know, and are
pretty much ambivalent about it. My mother was a little taken aback, but my
wife is totally supportive. She doesn’t beta for me, but she appears (in one
form or another) in many of my stories. She’ll often help me road-test an idea,
too!
Q: We’ve touched on this before. What
is it about the older woman/younger man pairing that is so intriguing, in your
opinion?
A: Ah, well, I think it comes down to a
few elements like confidence, communication and respect (including self-respect).
When dealing with males, older women tend to do better than younger women on
all those elements (wild generalization, I know). Most young people still have
that crazy idea that men and women both speak the same language! Older women
also know how to stroke an ego without feeling like they’re diminishing
themselves. And lastly, they know what they want, they know where it is...and
they don’t assume a young man can find it by himself!
WILLSIN ROWE
Willsin Rowe falls in love
with a scent, a playful expression or an act of casual intimacy more easily
than with physical beauty. When confronted by any combination of those elements
he is a lost cause. He has done many things over and over, done even more
things only once, and half-done more things than he cares to admit. He loves to
sing and doesn’t let his voice get in the way. He is intelligent but not
sensible. He is passionate but fearful. He is not scruffy enough or stylish
enough to be cool.
Other works by Willsin
Hunger
Brett Freeman feels the heat like anyone, but for more
than 15 years it’s been nothing to do with the climate and everything to do
with Corinne. Only one thing stands between Brett and his perfect woman: her
husband, Darren.
Despite that stumbling block, Darren and Corinne
consider Brett their best friend. They’ve watched in despair as he’s tossed
away good relationships simply because, in his mind, no woman could ever
compare to Corinne.
Then, one muggy Christmas Eve, a friendly visit takes
a bizarre turn. Secrets are shared, an incredible present is offered, and for
Brett, life will be changed forever.
Every beginning comes from an ending.
The Three Day Hump
Luther has a solid career as a lawyer and is married
to a famous lingerie model. His life has grown comfortable, and he can’t
remember how it felt to truly want something…anything.
Opal is young, debatably single, and has lived a life
poor in everything but experience. She exudes a lush darkness and it draws
Luther to her.
He suddenly remembers desire.
Their flirting turns physical; lust turns to
obsession, obsession to addiction. They can’t see a future, but they can think
of nothing but the present. They don’t know how to stop, they only know they
need to.
An urban myth tells that three days of abstinence will
break the back of an addiction. They hole up together in a hotel for a long
weekend.
Naked.
Can their addiction be beaten? Maybe. But first, they
need to make it over the three-day hump.
Lightning
From the fun and frivolous to the poignant and deeply
personal, this collection of flash and short erotic fiction has a little taste
of everything. Tales of crossed paths and crossed lines; of fate and fancy;
changes, chances and choices.
With flash stories boiled and brewed until only the
essence remains, and longer works that simmer and spit, you’re sure to find
something to tickle you right where you need it. And with author commentary
before each story, you could call this the director’s cut!
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