Today Delighted Reader wants to welcome Sommer Marsden as she interviews Adrian from her wonderful new book, Restless Spirit.
The one that is familiar…
Exes, we all have them. Former lovers, guys we’ve dated, friends who became friends with benefits along the way. We all have a history, obviously, but often in erotic fiction the heroine will stumble across someone from hers when least expected. This is the case with Adrian in Restless Spirit. Tuesday has no idea she’s going to see him, he’s not even present in her mind. When she arrives to her new home and is a bit…lost, is the best word for it, she’s only thinking of moving forward, not revisiting her past.
Enter Adrian, still funny, still hot and…living on the property? Yep. He’s the caretaker and right out of the gate, he’s taking care of Tuesday and helping her get into her new home. And did I happen to mention he’s still hot? On day two of my strange and wonderful interviews with RS characters, I have a few questions for Adrian. Let’s see what he thinks of Tuesday coming back to Allister Lake and what that might mean for him.
Good morning, Adrian. Let’s start with an easy one like I did with Stan in my last interview. Favorite adult beverage?
Ah, that’s easy. Scotch. The good kind. But sometimes a man has to go with what he can get. So I’d say any kind of Scotch. And if that’s not available, beer. [laughs] Like I said, sometimes you roll with the punches. Beggars can’t be choosers.
Right. Beggars can’t be choosers. So, let’s turn that around and say, if you’re begging for sex, what position do you favor?
I never beg for sex, sweetheart. But I have been begged for sex, does that count? [grins] Favorite position? That’s a rough one. I don’t tend to have one favorite style…
Tuesday says you do.
Oh yeah? Is she complaining? We shared some good times together, and if she’s smart, now that she’s back we could share some more. We were pretty awesome together, Tues and me.
Focus, Adrian. Back to favorite position.
Missionary? Is that a bad thing to say? Not manly enough? Or girl on top. It’s something to see when she’s on top. Either way, I like to watch her come when she’s coming.
I don’t know. Who *is* she? [laughs] In this instance, let’s say it is Tuesday. I didn’t realize, until I saw her the other night, how much I’d missed her. She was always fun to have around. And a ball buster. You know her Nan, before she died, told me she went after her ex with a baseball bat? Seems he had some anger issues.
You don’t say?
I do say.
Last question, Adrian. What do you think it means for *you* that Tuesday is back?
I think I have some good sex in my future. And so does she. We get along well, you know? We know each other inside and out, in a biblical way, if you get my drift. I helped her Nan out and I helped her out and I’ll keep doing it if she needs me to. She’s a good kid. Feisty. A man could do a lot worse than Tuesday Cane. She’s something else. I’m just starting to remember how special she is…
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Tuesday Cane walks out on her life and her abusive man when she inherits her grandmother’s house at Allister Lake. There she finds plenty of distractions to take her mind off her loss with her sexy neighbour and handyman Shepherd, former TV star Reed and her old flame Adrian. But , as time passes, she senses that something is not quite right with her new life. And no amount of steamy sexual encounters can hide her anxiety. Surrounded by so many interesting men and erotic enticements, Tuesday has no intention of committing to one man ever again. But the more she insists she’s nobody’s girl, the more she wants to be somebody’s girl. Will she continue to be a restless spirit and run from love or will she be won over?
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Excerpt from Restless Spirit
By Sommer Marsden
‘Sorry about Nan.’
‘Yeah, me too,’ I said around the lump in my throat.
‘Be right back.’ Then he was gone like a hero in a horror movie. His big fine self, his kind smile and his lantern. And me standing in the dark.
‘Hurry,’ I whispered.
I heard him moving around below the wide planked floors like the world’s largest rodent. I shivered. Way to freak yourself out, Tues … My mind had conjured images of rats and mice, water bugs and spiders. All the creepy crawlies that came with shut up cabins and lakeshore living.
‘OK!’ I heard Adrian call but nothing had happened.
‘OK what! There are no lights!’
‘Flip the switch again,’ he yelled and I heard a deep chuckle that slithered to the pit of my belly making me feel horny.
‘Great,’ I growled. I flipped the switch and my grandmother’s sconce lights lit up her living room. Correction – my sconce lights.
‘Work?’ he said from the doorway.
‘As you can see.’
‘Good deal.’ He walked into the kitchen and I followed, leaving my bag by the entertainment centre in the living room.
The thing about A-frames is they have very few vertical walls. The walls tilt and it can be unsettling at first. But the main room was big and wide and open, with ceilings that arched way over my head. I passed the small nook on the left that my grandmother had used for an office and then I was in the kitchen, a fairly open space split into an eating section and a cooking section by an island.
I sat in the wicker rocking chair while Adrian checked the pilot light and the stovetop. He made sure I had candles and matches and turned the water back on in the sink.
‘If you need anything, you let me know. I’m still out in the barn. I guess I’ll be moving out soon, though.’ he said and smiled.
‘Do you have somewhere to go?’ I asked softly. The economy had been shit. I imagined it was the case even in a small place like Allister Lake.
‘Not at the moment.’
‘Then stay as long as you want,’ I said. ‘It’s not like I need the barn.’
He took my hand and said softly – in a tone reserved for lovers, or at least former lovers –’Stand up, Tuesday. Let me see you in the light.’
I stood and he studied me. My cheeks grew hot, my pussy wet, my belly buzzed with nerves. Nothing quite compared to the feel of a man’s intent gaze on you. Especially one as good looking as Adrian Weston.
‘You look damn good, kid.’ Then he kissed my forehead and turned to go. ‘There’s some wine in the pantry. Some hard stuff too. Tons of canned and packaged food. You know your Nan, always stocked for an–’
‘Event,’ I finished. ‘Weather or social,’ I laughed.
US print coming August 1, 2012
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