Title: April Snow
Genre: Erotic Contemporary
Romance
Author: A.L Goulden
Release
Date: March 24
Synopsis:
Quinn has a secret, Jack has a stalking problem, and Alex has a
plan that doesn’t include signing divorce papers. In the last nine months
Monica has embraced the spectacular devastation of an unpredictable lust and unexpected
love. She’s made one terrible decision after another in the wake of meeting
Quinn Matthews and spiraled into someone she doesn’t even recognize. But the
fog is lifting, and she’s becoming the only one able to see things clearly.
Monica finally knows what she wants, where she’s heading, and in whose arms
she’ll be in when she gets there.Through a provocative affair and devastating separation Monica Waters has tried to grasp her desire and love for two men. This spring, her love will be tested once more in the finale of this emotionally charged and sexually explosive series.
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Excerpt...
“Take off your clothes,” he says
in a deep gravelly voice.
Yes
Sir. She doesn’t hesitate to lift her sweater, but clings
to the ball of warmth when the cold air scrapes her soft
skin.
“All of them,” he
adds.
She drops it to the floor and
unbuttons her jeans, tugging hard on their elastic grip to her legs. Her socks
get sucked off with them in the final pull. Her fingers are icy as she slides
her panties to the floor. He stands perfectly still with his hands to his
sides, giving away nothing as she unhooks the clasps on her bra. She holds the
cups as cover a moment longer, searching his stoic face before dropping it to the
side. His eyes study the way the light accents the right side of her body. She
feels his gaze glide across her flesh, leaving a burning trail
behind.
“On your knees, close your eyes
and don’t move.”
She does as told, deaf to anything
above the sound of her own pounding heart until the crack of his knuckle. It
was the sign of his tension building, which was the most exciting part of these
games. She knows she has just as much control over him. He steps towards her
and each vibration through the floor shoots chills up her exposed thighs.
When he doesn’t stop she turns her
head slightly to follow his spicy scent, but soon he’s ascending the stairs and
gone. She hears him continue towards their room, so she waits, eyes closed,
branding every sound to memory. An electric city bus passes, and then then a
distant foghorn blows before a Moped buzzes down the quieting street. Things
stand still and she no longer hears anything in the
house.
Minutes seem like hours when
you’re naked and alone in a cold room. Still no sounds other than the
occasional creak of the old Victorian house. Monica opens her eyes and scans
the darkness to orient her focus. She looks down admiring the way the blue
light highlights her nipples.
How long is he
going to be? Do I really just stay here like this? Shivering? It’s freezing in
here. She looks out as the Christmas lights still on the
house across the street go dark. Did he leave
me here? Is this his punishment? Or is he testing me? She sits
back on her heels and exhales with frustration.
It’s gotta be
nearly twenty minutes already. This is crazy. Just as
she starts to get to her feet, she hears a squeak a few feet behind her.
Judging by his sharp look she drops back down and faces the empty
fireplace.
“I didn’t tell you to get
up.”
About the Author:
Bio:
I'm a designer, author, wife and dog-lover
living in the South Pasadena area of California. I got my BFA in Film
Production from the Academy of Art University in San Francisco, but my love of
a good story came way before college. I remember writing my first full story in
fifth grade on a typewriter. I cut and pasted it into a book, complete with
cardboard cover and taped binding. Things have changed a lot since then. With
the magnificent digital age I can produce books and give them to the world
without a sticky mess.
In college numerous instructors and peers
praised my dialogue pushed me to hone my storytelling skills. Of course the
need to cut and paste was still there, so I went into the world of Production
Design and Art Direction for films and television. It gave me the ability to
connect design to storytelling in a way that no other career can. The past 18
years have spun a unique perspective on visually emotional tales of
relationships and the thread that ties all things together. Now I'm shifting
focus on the driving force that brought me here... stories. I hope that I can
share a unique perspective on life, love and the pursuit in all of the above.
1. I not only like to design things like
homes, gardens, and interiors, I like to build them too. I built the redwood
decks in our backyard when our carpenter backed out at the last minute. Since I
was off work for a few weeks, I went for it. The best part was the neighbor's
reaction to me out there every day with power tools and very long planks of
wood. I think working with your hands gives you an immediate sense of
accomplishment.
2. I'm a reluctant morning lover, which
means I love getting things get done early while it's quiet and calm, but my
attitude when I first roll out of bed is sour.
3. I've practiced bonsai for many years and
have a garden with 10 trees on display.
4. I love board games and try to organize
game nights with friends as often as possible. My family was always very
competitive and had a regular Sunday night usually filled with Yahtzee or UNO
battles.
5. My favorite book as a kid was Pride and
Prejudice, but I was very Dyslexic so I hated reading. Eventually I got into an
assistance program that worked me through the difficulties and turned me into a
bookworm.
6. I'm a hardcore Oakland A's fan. Baseball
is the only sport I follow.
7. We moved from Oklahoma when I was twelve
to Las Vegas. It was so completely twisted and unique to living anywhere else
in the world, especially in the early 90s when things were booming. I got a
well-rounded education on what I didn't want out of life by living there. I
don't visit unless I'm dragged there.
8. I have an English Setter and German
Shorthair Pointer that keep me on my toes.
9. I love road trips, but have to be the
driver. I'm a terrible passenger.
10. My husband and I are celebrating our
10th wedding anniversary in 2015, but we've known each other since the summer
of 1993 in high school.
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