Saturday, August 25, 2012

PATIENCE By Katie Salidas

Patience may be a virtue, but the reward is sin! 
5,000 word short erotic story. 

Publisher: Exessica

Release: August 31st 2012

Genre: Erotic Romance/ May-December
Format: Ebook

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


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.
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 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.

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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 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.

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Christmas time in Brisbane is always so hot and muggy you could drink it from a bowl.

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.

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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.


Can their addiction be beaten? Maybe. But first, they need to make it over the three-day hump.

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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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  1. Thanks fro having us here MaryLynn!*Hugs* and Happy Reading!!!

  2. Glad to have you on my blog and can't wait to read Patience.