Author Spotlight: Shelley Munro

Bio:

Shelley lives in Auckland, New Zealand with her husband and a small, bossy dog called Scotty.

Typical New Zealanders, Shelley and her husband left home for their big OE soon after they married (translation of New Zealand speak - big overseas experience). A year long adventure lengthened to six years of roaming the world. Enduring memories include being almost sat on by a mountain gorilla in Rwanda, lazing on white sandy beaches in India, whale watching in Alaska, searching for leprechauns in Ireland, and dealing with ghosts in an English pub.

While travel is still a big attraction, these days Shelley is most likely found in front of her computer following another love - that of writing stories of romance and adventure. Other interests include watching rugby and rugby league (strictly for research purposes), being walked by the dog, and curling up with a good book.

Links:

Website: http://www.shelleymunro.com

Blog: http://www.shelleymunro.com/blog

MySpace: http://www.myspace.com/shelleymunro

Dynamic Trio: http://www.dynamicthree.com/

Blurb:

Warning: Condoms were tested and a few harmed during the writing of this story.

It's not every day a girl inherits a condom company, and to say accountant Alice Beasley is astonished and out of her depth is putting it mildly. For an almost virgin, she needs a quick education in all things condom because her inheritance is in danger. Someone is intent on sabotage and playing nasty, trying to destroy her new company.

Alice is suddenly getting down and dirty with charismatic James, the factory manager, all in the name of business, testing new condom designs. The sex is hot. Mind-blowing. It's a dark thrill and an erotic journey. Yeah, it's a hard job, but a girl's got to do what a girl's gotta do.

The testing turns personal. Alice wants James. She craves his talented touch and sultry kisses, she desires passion and physical pleasure on a permanent basis but first she must convince bad-boy James to give up his fancy-free ways…

Buy Link: http://www.ellorascave.com/productpage.asp?ISBN=9781419913341

Excerpt(s):

“Let me go,” she demanded.

“This is not a good idea. I'm not nice when it comes to sex.”

What did he mean not nice? Did he beat his women? She peeped at him between lowered lashes and decided no. Perhaps he meant he liked different positions, unusual positions. Did she need to purchase a sex manual and do some research? She'd noticed a bookstore on the main street. With a toss of her head, one hard enough to make her hair swish across her forehead, she studied him openly and licked her lips. “Mad, bad and dangerous to know.” Alice's voice entered sultry territory.

An alien had taken over her body. There was no other explanation.

“Take off your shirt so I can touch you properly.”

James stared at her for a long time, his blue eyes dark and unfathomable. Finally, he levered away from her body.

She held her breath, afraid to move. If he walked away, she didn't know what she'd do. Hopefully, the alien inside her body would decide on a plan of attack should the need arise.

He stood by the bed, hesitation obvious. Then, in a flurry of movement, he stripped off his shirt.

Alice watched, frissons of excitement tugging at her breasts, her nether region, her whole body. That would be pussy, the alien inside snapped. Don't act prissily. Men don't like prudes. They want real women.

James continued undressing. With rapid movements, he stripped off his jeans and the black briefs beneath. He kicked them aside and stood proudly in a statue-like pose.

A naked man.

Oh. My. God.

He prowled toward her.

Alice gulped, her gaze zeroing in on his erection. It bobbed up and down, only stopping when he halted by the bed, mere inches away from her head.

“Now that you've managed to get me naked, what do you intend to do with me?” he asked in a sexy drawl.

A challenge.

Alice looked away from the thick cock. Good question. Her gaze drifted back to the veins beneath the surface and the darker-colored head.

Suddenly, it felt as though every particle of oxygen had been sucked from the room, a bit like when her mother removed air from bags of beans prior to freezing.

“Why don't I give you a hint? For this to go any further, both of us need to have our clothes off. We can't have down and dirty sex if you hide under there.”

Okay. Now he joked at her expense. Alice flung back the sheet that covered her bottom half. She still wore her black skirt, her matching top and black cotton socks. Alice stood and peeled off her socks. When she glanced up, she noticed he watched her. Intently.

“That it? All I get to see is your toes?”

Alice grimaced and, despite a tremble of fingers, undid the top three buttons of her shirt. It gaped to show the generous curves of her breasts. Doubt hit. What would he think? Ever since her early teenage years, males had fixated on her breasts because they were so big. It was the reason she'd started to dress the way she did, wearing clothes that disguised the size of her chest, why she'd accepted Steven when he'd asked her out on a date. He hadn't looked at her breasts first. She laughed softly, some of her humor directed at herself. Steven didn't like to look at all. Something ironic in that.

“Changed your mind?”

“No.” Alice rapidly unfastened the last buttons and shrugged the baggy black shirt off her shoulder, baring her sturdy bra to his gaze. Without hesitation, Alice peeled her black skirt over her hips. With a deft twist of her wrist, she flicked her bra closure and let the straps fall down her arms and away. For an instant, she paused then shucked her panties as well. After a deep breath, Alice straightened. She stood upright, her shoulders back so James didn't need imagination when he scrutinized her closely.

His expression didn't change for a long, drawn-out second. Then his brows rose. “Is there a problem?”