Please welcome the lovely Caitlyn O’Leary as she gives us a sneak peek at her release Trusting Chance. Make sure to stick around for your chance to win a $20 gift card from this extremely generous author!
Josie Decker and Chance Reynolds knew each other 25 years ago when they were in the same foster home, before her birth mother reclaimed her. Now, Chance and his best friend Sam Booth, an Afghan war veteran, are living in Fate Harbor, Washington, when Josie re-establishes ties with her former foster parents and opens a bakery in the quaint town. Chance did well in corporate America and is now free to manage his charities, but his most important project is capturing Josie’s heart.
He realizes that her time growing up with her mother has left her with physical and emotional scars and a belief that she is unworthy of love. A soul-healing sanctuary, Fate Harbor is accepting of Triad alliances, and Chance believes that he, Josie, and Sam can forge a lasting. fulfilling relationship. Sam suffered a childhood of bouncing in and out of foster care, added to recent trauma from fighting for his country that left him desolate. Chance despaired of saving the brother of his heart, but finding Josie again has given him hope that the three of them can make the perfect future together.
When Josie’s 18-year old, younger twin sisters arrive, Chance’s plans are challenged. After learning of Josie’s unorthodox relationship, one of them says the idea of the triad “hurts her heart”. Can Josie go against her beloved sister? How can Josie not follow her heart, in loving these two men unconditionally? With the help of Fate Harbor’s townfolk, a dance festival, and some hunky firemen, a happy ending is guaranteed for all.
AUTHOR BIO AND CONTACT:
Caitlyn O’Leary was born and raised in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. She’s been an avid reader all her life. Her earliest creative writing endeavors consisted of “ghost writing” exercises in which she pretended to be her younger brothers and sisters when she did their homework assignments, before they turned them in as their own. Years in corporate America honed her ability to manipulate words by day, while at night she continued to read everything she could get her hands on, including many, many steamy romances!
Now, happily married to her long, tall Texan and living in Southern California, Caitlyn has finally found the time to write erotic Happily Ever Afters for Siren. She enjoys swimming, travelling, writing, babysitting her nieces and nephews, spending time with friends and family and doing lots of “research” for her upcoming novels with her husband.
GENERAL STORY EXCERPT:
“I don’t require a keeper, Sam. I’d like you to leave.” He turned to her.
“I think you need someone to watch out for you, someone who cares about you. When was the last time you had someone you could lean on?” When he saw her confused expression, he had his answer.
“How many people have you taken care of over the years?” he asked quietly.
Josie bit her lip, and he just couldn’t help himself, he brushed his fingers over her mouth, rescuing that bit of flesh. “I would love it if you would let me take care of you; just a little bit…is that so wrong?” He cupped her face, and bent for a slow taste of those luscious lips.
Josie couldn’t stop her response. His words had unlocked something deep within her. She couldn’t remember a time when she could literally lean into someone, and she reveled in it. Her arms lifted to encompass his broad shoulders. God, he felt so hard, so good and strong. Trying to get even closer she lifted up on her toes, and gasped in pain. He felt it in their kiss, and correctly interpreted it. He broke away and looked at her. In one quick moment, she was lifted in his arms and then found herself settled on his lap on her sofa. She looked up at him in wonder. “You’ll hurt yourself doing that,” she admonished.
“Baby, you’re just a little thing,” Sam said.
Josie snorted in disbelief.
“Okay, you’re lush and curvy, just the way I love women. I can’t stand a woman who’s going to blow away at the first strong wind. But, Josie, compared to me, you are a little thing, and you’re the perfect size, with the absolute perfect body. Do you understand me? Are you finally hearing me?” Josie looked up at him, and saw the absolute truth on his face. She turned away, and nuzzled his neck, not wanting him to see the sheen of tears in her eyes. This man, who made her blood sizzle, was turning her self-image upside down. She felt like a huge weight had been lifted from her heart.
“I know we’re going to talk about our injuries, but can you please tell me how such a beautiful woman could think she needed to hide in clothes four times her size? How she could think that she wouldn’t have men falling at her feet?” Josie couldn’t help giggling at the outrageous statement.
“I’m serious, Baby. At least a quarter of your male customers are coming into Sweet Dream Desserts to see the sights, not for the pastries.” Sam tilted her head so she was forced to look at him. “Let me guess, it was some guy who convinced you that you, you were less than perfect.”
“Actually, it started way earlier than that. My mom was one of those women who would blow away in the wind, and she was constantly harping on my weight. So, it’s pretty much ingrained that I’m fat. And, yeah, I got pretty serious about a guy, and when I finally agreed to sleep with him, well, he wasn’t all that impressed with my body. He insisted the lights be turned off.” Josie had to turn away from Sam. She couldn’t stand to see pity in his eyes.
Once again he turned her face, and she ended up looking up at him, and what she saw was anger. “Baby, that should never have happened. I understand a parent belittling you, boy do I understand that, but I can’t understand the asshole issues. If I was lucky enough to get a chance to make love to you, I would want all the lights on. I wouldn’t want to miss a thing.”
ADULT STORY EXCERPT:
Josie lost the ability to keep herself upright on her elbows, and dropped back down on the mattress, getting closer to the state of bliss that she found only in the arms of these two men. As if they choreographed their moves, Chance’s tongue forced its way into the tight passage of her vagina and Sam started playing with her swollen clit. She bucked up, and was immediately pressed back down into the bed by the strong arm Sam was pressing over her brace and abdomen. Everytime the pleasure got so intense that she bucked, he would push down, and say soothing words at her breast, calming her. “Wait for it, Baby, it’ll be so much better, if you wait for it.” As soon as he would say that, Chance’s tongue would still and Sam would stop the mind-blowing circles that he was rubbing on her clustered nerves. Instead he blew a gentle stream of warm air across the wet, sensitized crests of her breasts, encouraging her to allow her orgasm to build up slowly and sweetly.
Josie found herself begging. “Please Sam, let me come. Please, oh, please.” She rolled her hips, trying to push her body against his agile fingertips. She was clenching the walls of her cunt around Chance’s tongue, trying to lure him deeper into her body. Sam looked into her needy dark caramel eyes, bearing witness to her glory as she arched, keening for release, sprouting a slight sheen of perspiration. How this woman claimed her right to passion, and her belief in herself was a gift that he would always cherish. He bent and took the tight tip of her nipple between his teeth and gently bit, while circling and pressing, signaling Chance to begin thrusting deep into the velvety depths of Josie’s warm pussy. Sam released her nipple, and said, “Come for us now, Baby. Give us everything.”
It was bigger than anything that had come before. The climax had been trying to break to the surface for what seemed like hours. She’d tried so hard not to come, she’d tried to obey. Okay, she might have tried to steal an orgasm, but Chance and Sam had not allowed it, and now she was experiencing pleasure past the point of no return. She didn’t pass out, this time she was clearly aware of both of them both teasing and soothing her body. This time she could hear them talking, it was as if she were floating above the bed, because even though her eyes were closed she knew exactly where they were, and what they were doing.
Is she still with us?
She’s in the zone. I think she’s in the perfect relaxed state for what we have planned next.
She seems pretty small, and you know she hasn’t done this before. Josie knew that was Chance. She stretched out her arm, found his hand, and squeezed it.
Buddy, she came so hard the other night, and you know she’s going to come even harder tonight. She likes anal play, and I like it. Now you don’t have-
Oh, I’m playing! She gave his hand another squeeze.
“You with us, Zee?” Chance asked. It was like she was coming out of anesthesia.
“Mmmmhhh, I’m here,” she smiled blissfully. “I’m ready for anything.” She let go of Chance’s hand and stretched her arms over her head, her legs sliding restively against one another.
“I know you are, Baby. Let’s get you up on your hands and knees, okay?” Sam helped her to roll over. She loved the feel of his hands guiding her into the new position. “Keep your hands over your head like they are and rest your head on the bed.” Josie loved how she was displayed. It was like an ass-elevated yoga child’s pose, but with the added bonus of four hands stroking her butt.
“Josie, you have the most beautiful heart-shaped ass I have ever seen,” Chance said, his voice thick with emotion. Josie believed him. Well, she believed that he thought so, and that felt so liberating, she wiggled her ass, and she heard him groan. Then she heard the cap of a bottle snap open.
“Chance, hold her open, I want to see that pretty little asshole.” Hearing her ass was pretty was one thing, but her asshole? She clenched, and immediately she felt the quick heat of pain as Sam slapped her right butt cheek. “Relax and open up, Baby. We like looking at what’s ours. Every part of you belongs to us, and we love every part of you.” Josie took in a cleansing yoga breath.
“I really like the parts that play nicely with my dick,” Chance added. “I like your mouth, I like your hands, I like your pussy, and despite what Sam thinks, I’m going to love your tight little asshole.” On Josie’s second relaxing breath Chance splayed open her cheeks, and then she felt Sam’s gentle fingers applying lubricant against her anus.
“Jesus, look at how she flutters open and closed, like she can’t decide if she wants to let us in our keep us out…it’s so fucking sexy,” Chance breathed.
“Oh, she wants to let us in,” Sam assured him. Then he slowly slid his index finger in to the second knuckle and smiled at Josie’s sigh of pleasure. “Good girl. Do you like that? Do you want more?” They saw her head nod, and Sam spread more of the ointment onto his fingers, and this time pressed in with three fingers. They watched as her head thrashed, and listened as she hissed. “Too much, Baby?”
“I think it’s too much, but I need more. You know?” She looked over her shoulder at the two of them, her eyes awash with confusion. She suddenly arched her flanks upwards, catching Sam by surprise, causing him to go deeper. Both men’s eyes were pulled to the sight of her anus being stretched so tightly, but then they turned towards her and saw that she was breathing deeply and smiling in satisfaction. “That’s better,” she breathed, “but I need you to move. I still need more.”
MISC. QUESTIONS ANSWERED FOR PREVIOUS BLOGS:
If you had to choose to give up one, which would it be, chocolate or sex?
“Good-Bye cruel world, I couldn’t live here, if I was denied either one! Of course, the opposite is also implied…my happiest moments include both sex and chocolate at the same time.”
Why did you choose to write erotica?
I always knew I wanted to be a writer, and I was a fan of romances, so I was always going to write Happily Ever Afters. In the last few years, much to my husband’s delight, I’ve become a fan of erotica. I wrote a bit and found I was good at it. I truly believe we all need a little mental stimulation to keep us fantasizing and happy. This, in turn, makes our real lives so much sweeter!
Describe your idea of the perfect first date.
A restaurant table in a dark corner, where you find yourselves talking for hours, and there is something chocolate to share for dessert!
Since you’re married, describe your first date with your husband.
I was forty-five minutes late to meeting him, and he was walking out the door when I showed up. I did a sort of interview to find out if he was a “good guy”. He said he never felt more comfortable on a date. I got a lot of great information that convinced me he was a great guy and we should go out again!
Do you fall in love with the characters you write?
I fall in love with them every single time. In “Trusting Chance” I loved Chance’s mischievous humor and caring when he schemed. I loved Sam’s over protective, sometimes domineering side, but that he also had inner demons that he needed to work out. I fell in love with Josie as a great friend of mine, (even if she was so small that she could be carried around everywhere by the heroes!)
Where do you get the ideas to develop your characters?
Some things are definitely art imitating life, which makes it easy for me to understand what the characters are going through. Other things are just internal struggles that I’ve battled within my own psyche. I’m also an avid people watcher, and have worked with and listened to others for years. I’ve been blessed to see so many people struggle and grow. I hope that my characters the very real strength of others that I have known.
What series do you read and can’t wait for the next installment?
I love Sophie Oak’s “Siren in the City” and “Bliss… I’m just waiting on the edge of my seat. I need more!
Do you have a favorite activity to recharge your batteries before you start a new project?
I attempt to take a few days off, get in some quality time with friends and family who I might have been ignoring. But then the voices in my head force me back in front of the keyboard.
Do you ever get angry at the characters you write?
Yes, occasionally I get a little impatient them. My characters remind me of me, they are always doing something to paint themselves into a corner. For example in “Protecting Olivia” the main character always thought she was invincible because she knew that the cause she was fighting for was just, but she often ended up in harm’s way and needing help.
My characters don’t do things maliciously or stupidly they usually are trying to do what’s right, but they make a mess of things and it requires other characters to set them straight. I regularly require the people in my life to help put me back on the rails, as well. Thank God for good friends and family!
Have you always wanted to be an author?
I’ve wanted to write since reading my first Trixie Belden book when I was 9 or 10 years old.
What genre(s) do you write?
I write erotica, Menage a Trois, Happily Ever After. What’s the point of writing a book without a happily ever after?
Have you ever Self-Published?
Just the books I used to give out to friends and family in elementary and middle school.
Who or what inspired you to write your first book?
Sophie Oak. I loved her Bliss Colorado and Siren in the City series.
How many hours in a day might you write?
I work a full-time job, so I probably write 2-3 hours each day, and wake up in the middle o the night and get in another 1-2 hours.
Are you a plotter or a panster?
Since I’m writing a series, I have an idea of the characters I want to write about before I end the previous book. Once I have the characters in mind, they write their own story. Seriously, the story kind of comes out of my fingertips onto the computer screen. It’s really kind of weird.
Do you ever find yourself slipping away and becoming so immersed in your story it affects how you relate to others?
If I’m writing a really strong heroine, I’ll end up being a lot more blunt at work. I’ve I’m writing a more submissive heroine, I find myself deferring to others more than I normally would.
Are you in any of your books?
The heroine in book three of my series describes one of my worst dates ever as her own.
Are you in any of your books?
Because it is erotica, I have had mixed results, my husband is very supportive. All of my family is happy that I’m successful, even if they aren’t really thrilled with the genre that I’m writing. The funniest reaction is from my 80 year old father who is anxiously awaiting the print version of my first “dirty” book to come out. He’s got everyone in his retirement community and the food bank where he volunteers waiting to buy copies as well. Apparently they are all excited to read it. Thanksgiving is going to be really interesting this year.
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