Welcome to guest author Zara Stoneley

Hi Zara welcome to the blog

Hi Elodie, thanks for having me!

Here’s a brief introduction, so that you know who you’re talking to …

I've always wanted to be a writer,I was twelve years old when I submitted my first novel, a thriller sent direct to a publisher, with a handwritten note and no return postage! I had a lovely letter in response encouraging me to try again and so eventually I did.

As I hit my mid teens my writing tastes shifted from action to romance, and I was soon addicted to alpha heroes, and what could be better than writing about them? I started off writing contemporary romance with a bit sizzle, and it didn't take me long to discover that I also loved writing the very sexy stuff. So, if you like your romance simmering and sensual please check out my first Susie Medwell story which is due out next spring with Lyrical Press, and if you like them hot and erotic then Zara is your girl!

My days are now spent daydreaming, and writing, about good looking, well built men who know what they want and know how to get it, men who know the meaning of sensual and put a girl's needs before their own... men who have a sensitive side (for your eyes only) as well as a rough edge...men who love women for what they are... men who aren't afraid to take on an intelligent, sassy woman....

I've had an exciting and varied life, which feeds into my stories... I've got an Honours degree in Computer Science ...a teenage son... a cat...a cottage in the English countryside...and my own sexy alpha hero! I love sexy high heels...good food....good wine....music...coffee (lots and lots of coffee)... and sunshine, so whenever I can head off in search of the sun and inspiration for my stories.

Where to find me -

Website - http://www.zarastoneley.com

Blog – http://zarastoneley.blogspot.com

Twitter - @zarastoneley

Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/zarastoneley

Amazon author page – http://amazon.com/author/zarastoneley

GOOD ENOUGH TO SHARE (Good Enough, Part 1 - Christmas)
An erotic contemporary romance, including menage, F/M/F, M/F/M and sex outdoors.

One Christmas, four friends - will they still be together by New Year?
Divorce wasn’t part of the plan for Holly, but then again nor was spending the festive period with two sexy men and Santa’s little helper! With a disastrous marriage behind her, and three good friends who are willing to share, moving on could be fun – if only she can accept that sometimes her heart is wiser than her head.
Dane doesn’t do commitment, which suits Holly just fine. But when things heat up between the four friends, he’s forced to face up to his past. Will realising he’s good enough mean he no longer wants to share…?
Laid back Charlie knows that if his best friend becomes his lover he could end up losing big time. But can he resist? And when the girl he once loved comes back, who will he decide to spend the New Year with?
…And Sophie just wants to have fun. She’s got the answers to everyone's problems, except her own …. is she the one who needs good friends most of all?
Will a caring, sharing, lust and love filled Christmas lead to the happy ever after they all desire?

WARNING - Christmas may never seem the same again!

BUY LINKS – Amazon (UK), Amazon (US)

EXCERPT

I’d never really looked at Charlie before, you know, properly looked - because he was more like a geeky big brother. The annoying idiot who always stole the game controller from you, the guy who laughed at your high heels and told you the tart look was hot this season. The guy who was always there to cuddle up to and offer wise words when you’d had a shit day. But for some reason I was looking now, well staring, at his trim bum that his expensive chinos were hugging like a second skin. And I felt tempted, very tempted.

“Can he surf?”

“What?” Sophie gave me her ‘you’ve grown two heads’ look. Shit I’d done that speaking out loud thing when it was supposed to be in my head.

“I was just wondering. He just looks like he should be on a surf board in the sun somewhere.”

“Oh yeah, sure. The sun kissed beaches of Anglesey.” Sophie did sarcasm well, very well.

“They don’t get breakers there do they? I was thinking more sun-drenched Australia.”

“Is there something in your wine that I’ve missed out on?” She was right, it was a bit random, but I have this thing with people where I tend to imagine what they really should be doing, and I’d just had this startling image of Charlie with his hair slightly longer, and his body slightly more toned. He’d make a good surfer dude.

“Anyway, forget Charlie, I’ve just spotted something much better.”

The evil glint in her eye, and the instant switch-on of her sultry smile should have warned me, but being one drink up and a bit slow on the uptake I swung round to follow the line of her sight. And really wished I had kept my head turned and my nose buried in my wine glass.

“You two out on the pull then?” You know how some deep male voices have that perfect resonance to vibrate right down to the bottom of your stomach and beyond? Yeah, that. I was blushing from the inside out and I had completely and utterly forgotten about Charlie, with or without a surfboard.

Christ, why was it that every time Dane Stephens popped up I was dressed in something that either said ‘shag me, I’m a complete tart’ or ‘I’m a complete saddo’? Or in this case a mixture of both. The fact that Sophie and I were propping up the bar, both with a goblet of wine in hand each didn’t help with the image much either.

“We’ve been working.” I tried to keep my face straight and stop my nipples making a break for freedom as the gorgeous guy who seemed to feature in every one of my current run of dirty dreams rested his hand on my shoulder and sent a warm thrill straight between my thighs. Along with a very strong urge to grab hold of him and give him the type of kiss that would leave a lasting impression. Gee, life would be so much easier if that kind of full frontal attack was one of my special skills. It wasn’t. Best mates with a bit of flirting thrown in as a side order was a better description of my capabilities.

I’d been having dirty dreams about Dane for as long as I can remember. Well, probably since the first time all six foot something of him had swaggered into this bar and given me the type of smile that gave me an almost, emphasis on almost here, uncontrollable urge to strip every last inch of his clothing off in slow motion. But I hadn’t, because nice girls don’t, do they?

“Been out hammering shoes on?” I tweaked a bit of straw out of his thick dark hair and resisted the urge to tangle my fingers in deeper, just in case I’d missed a bit. And then rub a hand over that broad, strong chest just for good measure. He was buff underneath that shirt, I just knew it. Well, I did actually. I’d seen him strip to the waist the odd time at the tail end of the summer when we’d actually seen a bit of that golden orb in the sky they call the sun, and he’d built up a sweat manhandling horses. And along with every other girl on the yard I’d gone weak-kneed and tried not to stare as I’d watched his muscles ripple and a trickle of sweat bead its way down his back. A bead of sweat that needed licking off.

Happy Christmas everyone – hope you get everything you desire!