Hello to all of you, and a big smoochy thank you to the awesome Renee for having me here today.
Are diamonds forever? I hope so, because I’ve just released a book called Diamond, and it’s the first in a trilogy, so even if it’s not forever, I hope it’s at least a year or so.
I had no idea what to call this book at first – it’s about a woman who splits from her rock star husband and goes back to her roots to lick her wounds for a while. Her roots are a small town in the midlands of England, and she buys a derelict old manor house with the intention of renovating it, to take her mind off her troubles.
She doesn’t expect to have company there – especially a handsome but wild-looking man hidden in her attic!
So what’s all that got to do with diamonds? Nothing really, except that the man in the attic could be described as a rough diamond. He’s in a bad way when Jenna finds him, but she soon polishes him up to a high shine. And Jenna’s rock star ex is called Deano Diamond. It’s one of those cases of naming a character for the sake of a good title. But who cares, if the title is good? And what’s more alluring than a diamond, after all?
Here’s an excerpt:
‘You’re a bit too free with me, Jen,’ he said after a while, loosening his hold enough that he could look her in the eye. ‘I’m not your toy. I think you need to learn that. I think you need to learn a lot of things.’
Jenna bristled at first, hating, as ever, to be told that she was not right and perfect in every way. After all, she’d grown so used to the sycophancy of the TV people in LA. It was a jolt to be seen as less than impeccable.
‘And you’re going to teach me, are you?’ she said, slightly sulkily.
‘Oh, don’t tempt me,’ he said with a hard little laugh. ‘I could have you begging for mercy on this floor in three minutes flat. Don’t think I couldn’t.’
He was infuriating and yet his words inflamed her so much that she felt weak in his arms, ready to take anything from him. Prove it, beat her heart in an excitable tattoo.
‘Look, I’ve said I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone behind your back. Mea culpa. Can we move on from this? Please?’
‘Yeah, cos that’d suit you, wouldn’t it?’ he said. Hot breath in her ear. ‘To get away with it.’
Her body was taut, knowing in advance that something was going to happen, preparing its defences. At the same time, her knickers were getting wetter and wetter.
Whatever you want to do, do it.
‘I don’t want to get away with it,’ she said.
He moved one of his hands down, until it cupped the curve of her buttocks.
‘Good, because you’re not going to.’
He rubbed her skirt up and down, the light silky material rumpling over her bottom. Between her legs, the sensation quickened, causing her to hitch her breath and catch a little sigh.
‘So, what are you going to do about it?’
‘What am I going to do with you?’ His hand rubbed again, fingertips tracing the cleft of her buttocks over the thin material of her dress. ‘I’ll give you three guesses.’
She’d never thought of herself as really kinky, although she’d had a few fantasies of being tied up and used, but the craving she had for him to raise his hand and bring it down hard on her bottom just then almost drove her out of her mind.
‘Spank me?’ she whispered, and it happened.
It was so sudden and so loud that she didn’t feel the sting of it for a moment or two – too busy jumping out of her skin. But a handprint of heat soon seared through her and her legs came close to giving way.
‘Ten out of ten,’ he said. ‘Clever girl.’
Thanks for reading! If you want more, the book is available now from Amazon and other retailers, in ebook and print formats: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Diamond-Black-Lace-Justine-Elyot-ebook/dp/B00JRD3YZO/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1411813001&sr=1-1&keywords=justine+elyot+diamond