Title The Devil on Her Shoulder
(no series)
Author Mags Hayward
Publisher Fireborn Publishing
Genre Contemporary erotic romance
Buy links
Amazon.co.uk https://www.amazon.co.uk/ Devil-Her-Shoulder-Mags- Hayward-ebook/dp/B01NBYXODQ/ ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid= 1493656741&sr=8-1-spell& keywords=thedevil+on+her+ shoulder
Smashwords https://www.smashwords.com/ books/view/699627
Heat rating Two hearts
In blistering heat, recently-divorced Sarah reclines on a sun lounger, relaxing for the first time in months. A two week break in Cyprus couldn’t be more welcome, bringing much needed relief from her hectic schedule as a single, working mum. Having very little me time, Sarah now craves excitement. More than that, she hungers for a taste of wild passion.
An attractive forty-two-year-old deserves some naughty fun, doesn’t she?
And where better to find romance than on an idyllic Mediterranean island? With clear skies, spotless beaches and exotically balmy nights, Cyprus is the perfect location for fun, adventure and… well, who knows?
When Sarah spots handsome twenty-four-year-old Joe from her poolside lounger, she’s immediately smitten. Charming and spirited, with a stunning, toned body, he’s Sarah’s perfect fantasy man. But, with her confidence shaken by a painful divorce, is she brave enough to pursue a younger man and embark on a whirlwind holiday affair?
Sun, sea and steamy sex await Sarah in this light-hearted tale of sexual re-awakening and self-discovery.
Excerpt:
Giggling like
love-struck teenagers, Joe and Sarah rushed from the bar. They headed for the
beach which, with their options limited, seemed the best place to go. Besides,
sex on the beach… How naughty. Ted
would never have entertained such exhibitionism. He'd have thought it common,
lewd, and disgusting.
Good. Ted's
disapproval made the idea all the more appealing. A shiver of delight rippled
down Sarah's spine; the hairs on the back of her neck stood on end. Loving the
sensation, she eagerly chased her daring accomplice towards the forbidden,
moonlit beach.
The moon wasn't
the only source of illumination on the narrow strip of sand alongside the
harbour. It was floodlit from the promenade walkway with only small areas of
darkness offering seclusion from prying eyes. It was scandalously exposed, but
Sarah paid no heed.
"Slow
down," she squealed as Joe raced ahead.
"Come
on," he shouted teasingly. "Hitch that skirt up and run."
"Right…"
Kicking off her
shoes, Sarah gave chase. She ran full tilt, bare feet sinking into the soft
sand as she swerved between the neat rows of sun loungers. Suddenly, her toes
struck wood. With a yelp, she stumbled, sending a lounger toppling. The dull
thud of wood on sand was followed by a muffled shriek. She froze. There were
people in the shadows. Peering into the gloom, she spotted movement close
by—strange, twisting shapes that writhed in the moonlight. Her ears pricked up
as she picked out soft scuffles and low moans floating through the air amid
sighs as gentle as the rippling water.
Sex on the beach
was rife that night—and she was about to join in. That would add a little
danger to her boring, humdrum life.
Wait! Danger? Panic seized hold. Sarah inhaled
sharply, her chest constricting as she tried to breathe. What the hell am I doing?
A hand touched her
arm. "Sarah?"
Looking up, she
found Joe at her side, concern obliterating his customary smile.
"Are you
okay?" he asked. "Have you changed your mind?"
Frowning, Sarah
gazed deep into his eyes. They were so beautiful, dark and lustrous. A world of
passion resided in their depths.
"Sarah?"
"No,"
she said, smiling nervously. "I tripped. That's all. Clumsy me."
"You
sure?"
"Yes, of
course." Her eyes locked with his. "I want this. I want you."
Joe grasped her
hand and helped her to her feet. "I'm glad." Pulling her close, he
kissed her.
Sarah's whole body
seemed to sigh when Joe pressed his mouth hard against hers. She parted her
lips, darting her tongue inside his mouth, tasting him. Her kisses became
urgent as she felt his erection rub against her abdomen. So hot, firm… She moaned, the sound rumbling in her throat.
About the Author:
Mags
Hayward was born in North Wales close to the beautiful Snowdonia National Park.
She was always interested in creative writing and, wanting to further her
knowledge, attended London University, Goldsmiths’ College, studying English
and Drama. While there, however, she fell in love with live theatre and subsequently pursued a successful
career in Stage Management.
In
2006, Mags retrained as a teaching assistant. She began working one-to-one with
children for whom school is a challenge.
She still does this job today.
Mags
started writing in 2012. She wrote a novel but failed to find a publisher for
it. Undeterred, she joined several writing websites and started publishing
short stories on-line. She soon found her niche writing erotica.
The Devil on Her Shoulder,
an erotic romance, is her first published novel. She is currently working on her
second, A Need for Perfection.
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