First of all, thank you so much for having me here
today! “Venus In Fur Coat” is a bit of a rarity of me – it’s a contemporary
romance and I’m more of a sci-fi/fantasy type of gal. But when inspiration
strikes, you don’t ask questions. The idea for this story came to me fully
formed, which was kind of cool. I also love the art aspect in it – I’ve painted
and drawn my whole life, and more recently (well, like the past 10 years at
this point), have done a lot of scrapbooking. So I’m a bit of an artist at heart,
and I really identify with Derek. And I also identify with Cara, who has a very
practical streak to her. After all, I did set all my artsy stuff aside to
pursue school and a more traditional career. So I guess one could say that they
both have different aspects of my personality… and it was kind of cool watching
them come together :)
“Venus In Fur Coat” is a Rubenesque/BBW, New Adult,
Contemporary, Erotic Romance short story (8,900) words.
Cara is an accounting
major in college, and she is practical, a little cynical, and focused on her
studies. When she allows her roommate to drag her to a frat party, the last
thing she expects is running into the artsy-bad-boy type who tempts her to
throw all her typical reservations out the window.
Derek tends to go with his feelings—intense and passionate, with a strong alpha streak. It will be up to him to bring Cara out of her shell and help her experience life to its fullest. Both of them feel that special spark, and one passionate night could change the course of their lives forever.
Derek tends to go with his feelings—intense and passionate, with a strong alpha streak. It will be up to him to bring Cara out of her shell and help her experience life to its fullest. Both of them feel that special spark, and one passionate night could change the course of their lives forever.
Buy Links:
Bookstrand - http://www.bookstrand.com/venus-in-fur-coat-mf
Excerpt:
Derek followed her through the hallway. She was already
walking down the street, away from the house by the time he made it outside. He
watched her walking away, debating whether he should approach her now. It was
dark out, and he didn’t want to freak her out by seeming stalker-ish. But then
again, if she was going to be walking around alone at night, she’d probably be
better off with a friendly stalker keeping her company.
Having decided, he set off at a light jog to catch up
with her. She wasn’t too far ahead, likely slowed down by her high-heeled
boots. His cock had responded as soon as he first laid eyes on her, standing
there all timid and uncertain, and now that he could see her ass wiggling as
she walked, he grew painfully hard. His jeans were not designed to accommodate
a huge hard-on. He adjusted himself just before catching up to her.
She was everything that turned him on in a woman. Curves
in all the right places, so voluptuous that he could just imagine himself
sinking into her, her soft cushioning against his own hard planes. Her hair had
an adorable bit of frizz to it, and she wore it pulled back from an angelic
face. The face of a goddess. A face right out of ancient paintings by the great
masters.
His boots crunched on the gravel and she stopped and
turned around. His heart picked up speed when their gazes met again, and he was
glad he followed his gut. No way was he giving up until he got to know her
better. Dating just for the hell of it was starting to lose its appeal. If he
was honest with himself, he’d had his fill of it for a long time, but until
now, no one had come along that made him want anything more serious.
“Hey.” Maybe not the most eloquent way to start the
conversation, but she stood staring at him with wide eyes and a startled
expression, waiting for him to say something.
“Hi.” Her voice was a whisper. The wind picked up speed
and rustled through the leaves in the trees around them, as though echoing her.
“It’s not safe to be walking around alone at night.”
Criticizing her choices, right off the bat, probably wasn’t the greatest way to
make an impression, but it had been a pretty bad move on her part. Even if she
wanted nothing to do with him, he didn’t like the idea of her walking around
alone at night. There were too many assholes out there, and it just wasn’t
safe.
She raised a brow in response and crossed her arms across
her chest. He guessed that was her pissed-off look, but it was somewhat spoiled
by how hot her tits looked pushed up that way.
“Oh, really? I guess it’s safer to be out here at night
with a total stranger?”
About Ela
Stein:
Reading was my entertainment and salvation as a child, and it
transferred into a passion for writing. I am still very much a reader, and love
many different genres, from erotic romance, to fantasy (and dark fantasy...
Game of Thrones, anyone?), to historical fiction, and that love is reflected in
my own writing as well. If you'd like to learn more about me, or chat about
books and life, you can find me all over the web. I’d love hearing from my
readers. You can find me here:
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