Sunday, 14 April 2013

Good Enough to Trust - @zarastoneley is back!


Hi Angelica, and thanks so much for letting me stop by your blog today.

What inspired me to write this story?

Do you ever wish you could go back? I’m not a fan of regrets and dwelling on what might have been, I think we should always look to the future, but at certain times when I’ve gone back to old haunts I’ve half expected the people from my past to be there. Half hoped I’d be able to recapture a moment of happiness.
Our lives move so quickly these days, that sometimes we need to stop, revisit what has happened before, take a breather and let ourselves think!

I went back to Cornwall a few years ago, after not visiting for years, and it was the same, but different. For me, it has a magical air about it and that bit hasn’t changed – which made me think that maybe if you had issues, even though going back to a place that affected you might not give you the answers, maybe if it affected you in some way – made you stop, think, feel relaxed and happy, maybe it would give you the time and space you need to clear your head and make the decisions that need to be made…
So sitting in a tranquil spot, listening to a waterfall, I dreamt up Sophie!

GOOD ENOUGH TO TRUST (Good Enough, Book 2)
An erotic romance, including menage, M/F/M and sex outdoors.

Do you trust the boy you loved, or the man you might?
Sophie has only one thing on her New Year’s resolution list – sorting out her life.
Losing her parents was hard, blaming herself hurt more – but was it really her fault, or was accepting the guilt easier than facing up to the truth?
Retracing her steps was never going to be easy, risking her heart again is even harder - and when there's two men to choose from will it be easier to trust the man she's never stopped loving, or the one that might give her the new start she needs?
Available from - Amazon (UK), Amazon (US)

I parted my lips slightly and I could taste the salt on his skin, and it was a taste that made me hungry. Then before I could react, he leaned forward and his lips met mine, a light firm touch, that was soft and sweet but oh so demanding, because the taste of Ollie was one I’d missed so much.
He pulled back and looked, and my heart was hammering harder than it had when I’d been striding up that hill into the mist yesterday. So, obviously this wasn’t going to be the plain sailing I’d planned. For one, I’d never expected to see Ollie here, and for two— and boy, two was the worst bit —never thought I’d want him exactly the way I had when I was sweet seventeen. In fact I think it was worse because my hormones must have multiplied or something, I could have sworn I’d never felt this desperate.
But he’d left me, or rather I’d left him and he’d let me. I stroked my fingers along his cheekbone because I had to and those tawny brown eyes darkened before he jerked away and caught my hand.
“Maybe I should go.” Maybe coming here had been a mistake.
“And how will that help with the working out thing?”
I picked at the harsh grass at the side of me and didn’t say anything.
“Does Dane know you’re here?”
“No. Don’t tell him, will you? Please?”
Dane would go ballistic if he knew I was down here, I wasn’t sure of much, but I was of that. He’d told me off for running away from my problems, not facing up to myself, but he didn’t want me near Ollie. He’d made that clear, more than clear.
He didn’t answer, so I turned to look at him and as I did the wind whipped between us and I saw the thin long scar that snaked across his temple. I put a hand up instinctively to touch it, but he had my wrist in a grip stronger than anything I’d remembered. The boy had turned into a man.
I tried not to flinch. “Where did you get that?”
“Old war wound.” He released his grip slightly, but not so much that I could move or touch him.
“What kind of war?”
“Nothing.” He pushed my hand down, held it between us on the rock and it was then that I noticed the second scar that ran over his collar bone. “Battle scars.”
“Some battle.” They were proper scars, not just from a stumble and I didn’t like that I didn’t know about them.
“Forget it.” He was still holding my wrist, but when I wriggled he suddenly seemed to realise what he was doing, and he slowly uncurled his fingers. But his hand stayed there and I didn’t know whether it was to stop me touching his scars, or because he didn’t want to break the contact between us. “Do you know what you’re doing, Soph?”

Zara Stoneley has been writing stories for as long as she’s been reading them. She submitted her first novel, a thriller, to a UK publisher when she was twelve years old.

After moving on to romance, she started off writing contemporary romance with a bit of sizzle, and then discovered she liked hot and erotic too. Her erotic work has been published by Xcite Books and Breathless Press. She also writes contemporary romance under the name Susie Medwell, and her latest romance is due to be published by Lyrical Press 6th May 2013.

Zara loves her family, sunshine, wine, good food, caffeine, cats, music, writing and reading - but not necessarily in that order!

WHERE TO FIND ZARA
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