Candy Sloane is a pseudonym for a Young Adult & New Adult author who needed to write some naughty books her mother couldn’t read. She lives in Portland, OR and loves Lifetime movies. She would tell you more, but this persona is a secret.
First off, can you tell us a bit about you?
I’m a YA and NA author who needed to write some books my mom couldn’t read. This is my first erotic romance for the Brazen line.
Yes since second grade, really there was nothing else I ever wanted to be. I even studied it in college and graduate school.
Pantser, with a very loose plot. I need somewhere to go when I write so I like to know what the characters are doing and who they are doing ;).
Mostly my life, like for this book I had just attended my husband’s high school reunion and I thought what if two best friends who hadn’t seen each other in ten years reunited and fell in love at their high school reunion, how hot would that be?
I got this from a review but I loved it:
2 Best friends
1 hotel room and a TON of sexy times
2 Best friends
1 hotel room and a TON of sexy times
Suspense and mystery, since I write mostly romance they are a nice escape.
A Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
Probably the after everything falls apart between the hero and the heroine. I don’t like fighting and I hate it when my characters fight. I suppose kind of like when your kids fight ;)
The second book in this series that takes place at the same high school reunion. The head cheerleader and class geek end up in bed together by mistake. You can guess what happens ;)
What was the best or worst thing that happened at your high school reunion?
Valerie Barkin and Alec Rogers survived bullies, awful parents, and seriously shitty social standing the only way best friends can—together. But with the unexpected sexual tension suddenly flaring between them, surviving their ten-year high school reunion might be a different story…Val hasn’t changed. She still feels like the stringy-haired band geek the popular kids teased, but Alec has definitely changed. He’s now the front man for the Grammy-winning rock band Chronic Disharmony, with the sexual reputation to match. And he’s more than willing to help Val rock the reunion.And then it happens—a drunken game of Seven Minutes in Heaven—and their fourteen-years-long foreplay comes crashing to the forefront…changing everything.Seven minutes turns into a weekend of mind-blowing, no-strings-attached sex. But these best friends won't be able to leave their hearts out of it forever, not when the most meaningful benefit could change their relationship for good....
He looked from his denied hand to her face. He’d played her game long enough. It was time to take control. He grabbed her wrist, demanding her attention. “Speaking to you like a woman I’m fucking,” he said, straddling her at the waist so she was pinned against the bed. “There is no fucking way you are getting in that shower yet.”
She didn’t protest, didn’t do anything but emit a delicious sigh as his cock pressed into her leg.
“We didn’t go over my rules.” He ground his hips against hers, sheets that smelled of them the only barrier. “And the most important one is that I get to figure out what you like first.” He punctuated each word with a pound of his hard cock against the soft inside of her thigh. “So I can be sure the orgasm you’re demanding is definite when I do finally fuck you.”
Her eyes blazed below him. She swallowed, her lips parted. He continued to grind, and the room spun. He lifted up just enough to pull away the sheets and straddled her again, the hot skin of her upper thighs singeing his own. He ran his hands over her tits, the pearls of her nipples, slowly, his fingertips sliding like oil.
“Agree?” he asked.
“Agree,” she whispered.
“How’s this?” He indicated the slow trickle of his fingers over her nipples.
“Truthful,” he admitted. “You might not be able to answer the next time I ask you.” He touched his mouth to them. His hands pressed into the bed as his lips traced the arch of her tits, feather-soft above the fabric of her tank top.
He breathed hot desire onto her nipples, and they responded, seemed to reach for his hidden tongue. His gut exploded with need. But he didn’t rip her shirt off and suck at her like he was desperate to—he teased. Showing her what she had really gotten herself into.
This was not going to be a wham bam thank you sir. Oh no, she was going to have to deal with wanting him so badly she forgot her name.
“Take your shirt off,” he instructed.
She stared at him defiantly.
“Take your fucking shirt off and show me what I signed on for.”
She didn’t flinch. “But I’m not wearing a bra.”
“Why do you think I want it off?” he replied, his tongue grazing her ear.
She didn’t lose his gaze as she removed it, though she was doing her best to keep her shivers in check as he inspected her.
“Those are some great fucking tits,” he said. “I can’t wait until they’re putty in my hands while you ride my cock.”
Her eyes widened.
It was what he would have said to a woman he was fucking, but the minute he saw her full B’s, creamy as vanilla ice cream, with perky little nipples like cherries on top, taut and tight and waiting for him, he couldn’t help picturing just that. Valerie on top of him on this bed, taking him deep, her hands clutching the headboard as he slid inside her again and again.
“Thanks, I grew them myself,” she joked.
He smiled, but not in amusement. “Just thought of another rule. You need to treat me like a guy you’re just fucking. Would you say that to a guy you’re just fucking?”
Her breath caught. “I’ve never just fucked anyone.”
He knew it was true, knew why this decision had been so hard for both of them to come to, but he wasn’t about to get caught up in that, now that he was so close.
“Tell me to suck on them.”
Her eyes were hooded.
“You want me to, right?” He pressed into her soft flesh, and her head lolled back in a gasp. His heartbeat hammered in time with his cock. Fuck, the way her body responded was sexy. It knew him as well as she did—each breath, each whimper exactly what he needed to hear.
She nodded. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
“You wanted it last night, too, didn’t you? Wanted me to take your nipple into my mouth, circle my tongue around it slowly, and squeeze it between my lips. Give you a preview of what I’d do when I went to work on your clit.”
Her mouth opened, but nothing came, no words, no breath. Though he knew she was locked not in fear but desire.
Greedy lust shot into his cock. He had her. “That’s the best part about just fucking someone. You can tell him exactly what you want. So what do you want?”
“Valerie, do you want to play?”
Maybe he hadn’t meant his words as innuendo, but in that moment, she couldn’t take them any other way.
She stepped closer to him. Her stomach was a whisper away, her breasts a sigh away. So close. Surges of heat fired at her from his back. He could probably hear her heart thrumming as she reached out her hand, her finger paused a gasp away from his waist.
She inhaled and closed her eyes. They had done this already. It was not difficult: trace your fingers along his shoulder, murmur into his ear, spin him around, kneel down in front of him, unbuckle his belt, and take him into your eager mouth.
Her stomach was a seesaw winging up and down.
She needed to stop thinking. She needed to do. She’d spent most of her life on pause. Except for her music, she never went after what she wanted. She never demanded it.
That was changing this very minute.
She snaked her hand around his side, fingertips leading the way. “Was that the only dream you had at fifteen?” She slid her hand onto his rock-hard stomach. Crap, does he mine diamonds in there?
He tensed, then relaxed as her fingers splayed along his abdominal muscles. Her pinky grazed his belt buckle. It was ice cold from the air conditioning.
“Definitely not.” His breath was a heavy moan when he turned to face her. He slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her to him in one quick motion, his eyes filled with hunger.
She inhaled sharply. She couldn’t ignore the shock wave when his hardest parts banked up against her softest ones. But this was her seduction, and while she wanted whatever he was about to offer her, she wanted to give him what she’d planned all the more.
She stepped back and rolled her fingers down his chest, the tips of them studying every rock, every crevasse. She breathed out and gathered more courage. “Was one of them getting your dick sucked in an arcade?”
Those words would have usually stayed in her mind flipping somersaults. She stopped breathing until Alec’s eyes went dark, and his erection pulsed against her thigh.
“At fifteen my dreams didn’t go that far,” he admitted.
“This very minute, though…” He took a finger and slid it along her lips. “It’s at the top of my list.”
She took his finger in her mouth, worked it in and out.
Her tongue slicked around it, giving him a preview of what she was planning. She was woozy for what was under that belt buckle.
His breath caught. He dipped her chin back, forcing her to let go, even as their heartbeats fought against the arcade’s sounds.
“Val.” His eyes darted like pinballs as they grazed over her face. “What about your rules?”
Crap, maybe she couldn’t just do. Maybe all her thinking and pausing earlier would make just doing impossible.
“Do you want me to stop?” She deposited her hand where it had been, palm open, wrist tight against his waistband, her pinky sliding underneath to hot skin.
“Fuck no,” he breathed. “You can feel how hard I am for you. I just want to make sure this is okay.”
She moved slowly toward the door to close it, hoping to increase his ache with each swing of her hips. “That’s how sure I am,” she said, more seriously than she’d intended as she made her way back over to him, “but right now I don’t need you to be a gentleman. I need you to pull my hair while
I take you into my mouth, and I need you to come at the back of my throat.” Her heart was beating like the midnight cheep of a cuckoo clock, but she kept her words steady. “Do you think you can do that?”
She’d never spoken to a man this way, and the words excited her. Lust flowered in her abdomen and tumbled lower. Alec appraised her again. Each sweep of his gaze garnered an additional heartbeat and an additional thrum of need.
“Dirty Girl,” he finally said, straddling the legs of his jeans wide, “none of that is going to be a problem.”
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