Please give a warm welcome to erotic romance author, Suzanne Rock!
Can Spas Be Sexy?
Considering the erotic series I’m promoting, I think everyone already knows my answer. J
Hi everyone, and thanks for having me here today. I’d like to talk a little bit about how I came up with the idea for my Ecstasy Spa series.
A few years ago, my husband and I took a vacation to
out in Napa Valley California. It was a fantastic trip. We had some of the best wine and food that I’ve ever had in my life. While we were there, we stayed at a small hotel where you could order couples massages. My husband and I aren’t normally massage people, but we were a little adventurous one day, so we decided to try it.
The experience was fabulous. If you have never had a couples massage, I highly recommend it.
At the scheduled time, we both walked out to a secluded, small white tent in a vineyard out back. We were met by two masseuses who showed us to two cushioned tables inside the tent. The structure had three sides, so we both had a beautiful view of the vineyard as the staff worked out the knots in our back, neck and arms. It was so relaxing and romantic. Just the thing we needed after a day of wine tasting.
While on the table, I had an idea for a series about a spa that provided such services. It was then that the Ecstasy Spa was born. The idea sat in my subconscious for a couple of years while I worked on my contracted stories for Loose Id, Red Sage and
. When the time was right to start my self-publishing venture, I remembered my experience in Elloras Cave , and knew just the story I wanted to tell. Napa Valley
This Wednesday and Thursday (May 9th and 10th) I’ll be offering the first book in the Ecstasy Spa Series, Quick Fix, for free. I would be honored if you went to Amazon and grabbed a copy for your own. I hope that you enjoy reading the series as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Book #1 of the Ecstasy Spa Series
By Suzanne Rock
Type: Erotic Romance m/f Novella
FREE for May 9-10 ONLY on Amazon!!!!)
Dumped by her boyfriend and down on her luck, Anabelle Richards accepts her best friend's gift and goes to the Ecstasy Spa for an afternoon of erotic escape. She expects the sex to be mechanical and the staff to be more brawn than brains. She couldn’t be more mistaken.
Instead of cold and clinical, Seth is everything she has ever wanted in a man. Smart and sexy, it’s easy to see why he is the most requested staff member at the spa. Together they embark on a mind-blowing sexual journey of self-discovery that takes them both to heights neither thought possible. As physical attraction turns into something deeper, Anabelle wonders if she should risk going against spa policy to see if the "Quick Fix" she ordered can be changed into something more permanent.
Go to the download section of Amazon and check the “look inside” feature to read an excerpt.
Book #2 of the Ecstasy Spa Series
Type: Erotic Romance m/f Novella
When Ian shows up at the Ecstasy Spa to take his new girfriend out for her birthday, he learns that she has been selling more than massages to pay her rent. At first he’s enraged, then he’s intrigued.
What does she do with those men and little bottles of scented oils? Would she do the same for him?
Could he convince her to do those things for him exclusively?
Excerpt Aromatherapy– The Shower Scene
Ian looked at Lily, really looked at her. He loved her upturned nose and sprinkling of freckles across her ivory skin. He loved her smile, her laugher, and those breasts…
He reached over her shoulder and grabbed the scented soap from the basket. He lathered up his hands, and another blast of that fresh, flowery scent filled the air. He framed her face in his hand, and waited for her to open her eyes.
“I want you to keep your eyes open, Lily. I don’t want you to ever forget that it is me that you are with—not one of your clients.”
She covered his hands with her own. “Ian—”
“And no talking.” He leaned in close until his face hovered within inches of hers. “Don’t say a word.” He pressed his lips against hers, forcing himself to be gentle, probing.
She parted her lips and inviting him further. He took advantage, sweeping his tongue inside of her mouth and drowning in her fresh, clean taste. He wanted her, all of her. He wanted to be her world. When she kissed him he wanted her to think of no one else.
He tilted his head and pressed closer. Her pebbled nipples rubbed against his chest, creating erotic little circles on his flesh. His skin burned and his cock pressed against her lower abdomen. What he wouldn’t give to be inside her body right now, to feel her soft, wet channel caress his cock as he drove himself home.
It took a Herculean effort to tear his mouth away from hers, but he wanted to do this right. He didn’t want any other man’s scent on her skin. Only his.
He ran his hands over her neck and shoulders, slowly working his way down her body and covering every inch of skin. He ran circles over her arms and back, and then dragged his fingers around to her chest. He cupped her, testing the weight of her full, ripe breasts in his hands.
“Amazing,” he breathed.
She groaned in response. His touch was affecting her. Hell, it was affecting him, too. With each passing second, he found it more and more difficult to hold back.
Ian ran his palms over her nipples, teasing and stroking them until they strained and reached for his hands. He loved how responsive she was to his touch. It made her even more attractive to him, if that was possible. He slid his fingers down her torso, rubbing her belly and hips, stimulating every nerve, every inch of skin.
He crouched before her and placed his mouth inches away from her breasts. How he wanted to taste them, to suck and nibble on those erect nipples. They were soapy however, so he refrained. Soon.
He focused on the task at hand, running the flowery soap along her legs and thighs.
“Open for me.” His voice sounded needy and desperate, but he didn’t care. She widened her stance, and that was all that mattered. Her feminine fragrance drifted up and tickled his nose. The smell was so sweet, so intoxicating, that he almost lost his restraint right then and there.
He steeled his jaw as he ran his hands up and down her thighs, feeling her smooth skin beneath his fingers. Water beat down on her body, and his soapy hands moved over her with ease. He would see this through, even if it killed him. He wasn’t only washing away her last client, but he was washing away every man she had ever slept with. After tonight they’d start over. No more fucking strangers. There would be only him.
Yes, he decided. This was the future he wanted, and what Ian wanted, he got. It had been that way with his career and his passion for fitness. It would be the same for her.
She was his, only his. He just had to make her aware of that fact.
Book #3 of the Ecstasy Spa Series
Type: Erotic Romance m/f Novella
Jake longs to turn his friends-with-benefits relationship with Roxanne into something deeper. As coworkers at the Ecstasy Spa, he knows it’s against their contracts to be caught dating each other.Roxie seems content with keeping things the way they are, but he dreams of one day taking her hand and leaving the promiscuity and madness of the spa behind.
Until then, he takes his frustrations out in his paintings, a secret hobby he has enjoyed since he was a kid. Then one day someone buys one of his oils and comissions him for some more. Suddenly the dream of walking away is a reality.
Now if only he can convince flirty and fun Roxie to leave everything she has ever known and run away with him…
Excerpt Rub Down:
Jake dipped his finger into the mud and then slid it in a broad curve along Roxanne Collins’ soft, white skin. He was a painter, an artiste, and at the moment he couldn't think of a better medium to paint with than mud, or a better muse than the woman beneath him.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Roxie mumbled.
"Shh. I need quiet." He drew a line, and then dipped his finger into the bowl of scented spa mud once more. "And stop moving, you'll ruin it."
He caught a glimpse of her smile as she turned her head to the side and rested it in her hands. Soft, blonde tendrils of hair fell over the spa table, forming a halo around her heart-shaped face. "It feels good. I’ve always loved the smell of lavender."
“I know.” It was the reason why he chose this particular mud over the others. Lavender was her scent. He couldn’t breathe in the aroma and not think of Roxie. He loved her smile, her laughter and quick wit. Hell, he loved everything about her. Some day he was going to take their friends-with-benefits relationship to the next level, but not today. There were too many risks in voicing his deepest desires, and neither one of them were prepared for the potential fallout.
Roxie shifted beneath him. "Are you done yet? I want to see."
"No, stay still." He squeezed his thighs around her hips to hold her steady. He didn’t need to straddle her hips to paint, but she didn’t know that, and he liked the feel of her skin next to his. His cock lengthened as he leaned over her body to examine his design and the tip nudged her backside. Fuck, he wanted her, wanted her bad. He should have been tired from the explosive sex they had an hour ago, but he wasn’t. There was something about the woman beneath him that fed his libido. Painting on Roxie’s skin turned out to be an incredible aphrodisiac for both of them, much more so than he had thought. He could smell her sweet, feminine scent as it drifted up into the air between them. It mingled with the lavender aroma and fueled his desire.
She shivered beneath him as he touched her back, and his cock jerked in response. Part of him wanted to raise her beautiful hips off the table and slip inside her body. That was impossible however. Jake had to finish the painting first. Besides, he knew that the longer they both waited for sex, the better the release would be when it finally came.
About the Author:
A lifetime New Englander, Suzanne married her college sweetheart and has been with him for over twenty years. Every summer she drags her husband and two daughters to Maine on a quest for the perfect lobster dinner. Every fall she can be found down in Foxboro, Massachusetts cheering on her favorite football team. In between those trips, she’s a chauffer, a maid, a chef, an event planner, a hairdresser, a wardrobe stylist, a tutor and a sometimes masseuse. To keep her sanity, she often drinks copious amounts of coffee and stares at the blank screen of her laptop, dreaming of great adventures. Sometimes she even writes them down for others to enjoy.