Fans of Stephanie Spicer’s Erotic Touch Romance stories will love her fifth novella, Soul Tattoo, which is published today, as Stephanie has to choose if it will be her head or heart that will decide her romantic future in the sizzling summer sun.
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Extract from Soul Tattoo
“Sounds like an incredible experience, Steph” said Adam as he finished eating.
The pair were in the dining car of the Caledonian Sleeper as it rattled through the night to Scotland.
Stephanie looked across the table at her project manager. His piercing blue eyes always made him look stern, though Stephanie knew there was more to Adam Lancaster than his rather formal looks. Stephanie had enjoyed an intimate night with Adam and Rick’s PA, Nix, a while back. She smiled at the thought.
“I also met the company’s sportswear endorser, Kelly Finch, whilst I was there” whispered Stephanie. “I’m sure you remember her.”
“Yes, of course. That ride to that awards event in the limousine was unforgettable.”
A sly grin played over Stephanie’s lips as she replayed the event in her mind.
“And did you…well, you know..?”
“Do you want to know all my secrets Adam?”
“You seem to have so many, Steph. You’re like a deep well. I’m not sure I could ever get to the bottom of you.”
“Would you like to try?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Adam grinned. His designer stubble seemed to frame his wide smile. Standing up, he offered Stephanie his hand. As she took it, he pulled her close towards him. Running his fingers through her mane of golden yellow hair, he whispered in her ear.
“I thought you never took work home with you..”
“Who says you’re work?”
“In that case, shall we retire for the evening?”
“I once said that I’d have to get close to your designer stubble to see if I found you attractive.”
“And what’s the verdict, Stephanie?”
“I’ll tell you in the morning” she giggled, gave him her best ‘come to bed eyes’and pulled him towards the carriage door.
The pair retraced their way back through several carriages to the first class berths and stood outside their adjoining cabins.
“Your place or mine?” teased Stephanie.
“It’s always better in a lady’s boudoir” came the quick reply.
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