The Next Big Thing Blog Hop

The Next Big Thing ~ Blog Hop 06 March 13~ THE NEXT BIG THING – BLOG HOP

What’s a blog hop? It’s a great way readers can discover new authors! Here, I tell you all about my upcoming novel due to come out in April. You’ll also get links below to other authors I’d like you to check out. I’d like to thank fellow author RE Hargrave for inviting me to participate.

You can find her HERE

In this particular hop I’ve answered 10 questions, giving you a few exclusives and sneak peeks … I hope you enjoy!

1. What’s the title of your book? Breach

2. Where did the idea come from? It started out as me wanting to write a smut piece. As soon as I began writing it took a turn and because the deepest emotional story I’ve ever written. It exploded from a fairly light story, to two broken characters and their journey of healing and accepting love. It sprung into a trilogy, with each book being a stage in their relationship and fight against that which haunts them.

3. What genre does your book come under? Romance/erotica 

4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition? I went searching for the answer to this, because I hadn’t thought about it. David Gandy for Nathan. He looks just like the picture in my head, I just didn’t know there was a real person that looked that way. If not him than Michael Fassbender. I really like Mia Wasikowska for Delilah, but I can also see Emily Blunt or Lauren Cohan. 

5. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?  Two broken people caught up in the chaos of lust find their match, but can they accept each other, or will it be their destruction?

6. Is your book published by an independent publisher? It is a self published piece.

7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? A year to write the first draft, then four months to go back through it after a break. Book one and two were written in that time.

8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? When I tell people about my book, the easiest thing to say is that it’s along the lines of Fifty Shades of Grey, only better. ;)

9. Who or what inspired you to write this book?  I just wanted to write something smutty, a fun piece, but it took on a life of its own.

10. What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest? Nathan is beautifully damaged. He fights his attraction and affections for Delilah to the core, in almost violent ways. It’s a love story, combined with mystery, healing, and dirty talking sex.

Prologue:

Hands.

They were punishing. He grabbed my waist with a feral grip, pulling me to him hard while he thrust into me even harder. The way we both needed it.

There would be bruises in the morning from where his hands found purchase, but I didn’t mind.

The day was the same as the one before as he took from my body, my heart, my soul. In return he gave himself to me the only way he knew how: with bruising hands, passionate kisses, and hard thrusts.

His body was sin, his cock was sin, and I was a sinner.

His hands moved up my thighs, long slender fingers playing my body, bending me to his will. They were a delicious torture as well as his words.

His lips sucked at my neck, teeth digging in, making my eyes roll back; another mark.

I grinned. He loved marking, and I loved hiding them from people. They were proof, a reminder of his need, his pleasure.

My tongue ran up the column of his neck before I found the perfect location to mark him as well. The spot I choose, just below his ear, would make it visible, unable to be hidden by the collar of his dress shirt.

It would make his admirers mad with wonder when they came around to bug him the next day. I smiled at the thought of them finding out he was breaking the rules every day with me, and not them.

Hollywood had nothing on us. Awards could be given for the lies we told, and the feelings we hid under a mask of hate and indifference.

He pulled my hair, bringing my focus back to him, his teeth scraping my neck. No doubt leaving small pink trails on my skin. He growled. “You’re not paying attention to my cock, Lila.”

A shiver ran down my spine and my muscles clenched around him, eliciting a rumble deep in his chest. He thrust hard and deep, causing me to scream out in response.

He picked up the pace. “That’s it, baby. That’s what I like to hear.” He was pushing me to the edge again. “Scream for me. I want everyone to hear what I do to you.”

My mind was fuzzy, lost in a sea of lust. I obeyed and let go, no longer holding back. My screams echoed around the room, and that trademark smirk of his formed on his perfect features.

His mouth moved down to my breasts where he began licking and nipping. The combination of sensations from his body’s assault was too much. His name spilled from my lips on a scream as my back arched off the bed. My hands grabbed his arms; nails digging in as my walls constricted around him.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good when you come around my cock.”

I was too far gone to respond, my body going lax after my orgasm. He was still going. Both hands were back on my hips as he drove into me. His stamina was unparalleled. How many times in the past had I been forced to come multiple times before he spilled inside me?

“God, I’m close,” he grunted before pulling out.

I whimpered at the loss, but knew what he was doing. What he wanted from me.

I managed to turn my body around, coming face to face with his cock and took him into my eager mouth. I lapped up my juices from him as my tongue swirled around his length. His eyes were on me, watching his cock disappear between my lips. He loved to watch me suck him after being buried in my pussy. I sucked hard, punishing him as he had me. I was rewarded with a hiss and a flex of his hips. My teeth grazed his skin. He moaned deep in his chest, his panting gaining speed, muscles tensing.

His hands wrapped up in my hair just as he began to thrust, fucking my mouth. He was grunting and moaning as he hit the back of my throat. I reached up to massage his balls, adding to the sensations.

“Fuck!” he cried out. His hips flexed forward before jerking. He came hard; spurt after spurt, sliding into my mouth and down my throat.

After licking him clean, I released him from my mouth. I smiled up at him and he leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was passionate, as were all his kisses. It was also harsh; his teeth biting on my lip, scraping it, tasting himself.

He got a rag to clean me up before lying down and curling into one another. Tomorrow was closing in. Another day of wearing masks and hiding what we wanted, what we were, from the world. Another day of denying each other. Another night of punishing to look forward to.

Why was he punishing? Because I called to him, and let him do what he wanted to me. Then punishing himself for wanted me and doing whatever he wanted to me.

Punishing us for our breach.

Thank you so much for joining me. I hope you go on to read the authors listed below next Wednesday for their post. Please visit and "like" my Facebook page for additional teasers and updates.

Below are the authors joining me in the Blog Hop, next Wednesday. Do be sure to bookmark their sites and add them to your calendars for updates and New Releases! Happy Writing and Reading!

N Isabelle Blanco