Is it ten? Really ten? Yes it is! With number eleven well on its way. Presence - book ten of Alexandra's Naughty Nibbles - is now available from Amazon:
This is paranormal erotica with the tag line, 'A new car, a sunny day and an open road propel a young man on a dark, deadly, and erotic journey'. Here's the cover, featuring a beautiful and apposite photo, one of those things you see and think, wow, that's exactly how I imagined it to be...
Have a lovely weekend and I'll see you all soon. Take care,
Alexandra xxx
Before I go, here's a brief extract from 'Presence':
As I'd imagined, the sat nav has a woman's voice, and a very nice voice it is too. For some reason - perhaps it's the perfume - I christen her Rose.
'At the next roundabout take the second exit.'
'What, you mean straight on, Rose?'
'Take the second exit.'
'Like I said, straight on!'
That's me, I'll even argue with one of these. No wonder I'm single at the moment. If it were a bloke directing me, I'd keep quiet, merely nod my head in silent, knowing, masculine gratitude, but her tone of voice has just a hint of 'I told so' about it which winds me up. Still, I need her now, so I'm not going to upset her.
'In two hundred yards, turn left.'
'Are you sure, Rose?'
'To be honest, I have no idea... never been this way before. But who cares? Let's just drive!'
'Yeah, why not?'
As the daydream wraps me in its soothing, swirling coils. I sing a song I didn't know I knew:
'Life is an open road,
Fill her up and foot to the floor;
Life is a one-way street,
There's no going back for more...'
It's somehow playing on the CD player. I allow myself to be carried away by my subconscious meanderings, though deep inside I am anchored to reality, know I am on my own and this is just a fantasy, a rapture.
The shadow beside me solidifies and I can see her now if I don't look directly at her. She's blonde, about seventeen or eighteen. Really not much more than a child. Her eyes are big and heavily made-up and she's wearing blue, but exactly what I can't tell. Then she speaks. She has a broad local accent and her voice is hoarse in a very sexy way.
'This is great... what a gorgeous car she is. I love her already. Music blasting, air con, heated leather seats... mmm, I like the feel of that.'
My words flow naturally, like I'm reading from a script.
'It's warm; you don't need heated seats today! Anyway, you're hot enough!'
Giggling, she wriggles deeper into the black leather. I can see her legs are bare and her short blue denim skirt has ridden up.
