With the winter we’ve had in New England, it was easy to get into the mood to write my latest Changeling Press release, Gascon Victors and the Private Professor. Although I’ve done my share of complaining about the snow, there’s something about a frosty day that I love.
One of my favorite settings for a story is the old “snowed in with someone sexy.” In GV and the Private Professor, two people who have secretly admired each other finally get a chance to do something about it–all because of a snowy night and a little magic.
What are some of your favorite settings or themes, the ones that you can’t help loving no matter how many times you’ve read them?
I hope you enjoy the following excerpt from Gascon Victors and the Private Professor!
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Excerpt from Gascon Victors and the Private Professor
by Kate Hill
From Changeling Press
Gascon Victors’ life is riddled with secrets — some he doesn’t even know himself. He’s certain of just two things. He possesses magic and he believes in love.
Professor Miles Taylor and the sexy janitor at his university are about to experience a mysterious intervention. Gascon Victors is determined to bring together Lacy and Miles, two people who have admired each other from afar.
On a stormy winter night, Gascon sets his magical plan in motion and gives them a weekend of passion that might last a lifetime.
The following excerpt from GASCON VICTORS AND THE PRIVATE PROFESSOR is for readers 18 and over.
Lacy turned and walked to the oversized couch. It had velvety chocolate brown cushions. A large fleece blanket was folded over the back of it and a pillow rested against one of the arms.
“You like to veg-out on the couch I see.” She grinned.
“Nothing like curling up with a Sudoku puzzle on a cold night. Of course tonight I can think of something far superior.” He approached the couch and sat beside her.
“So can I.”
They reached for each other simultaneously. His hands rested on her rounded hips and she locked her arms around his neck. This kiss was far more passionate than the one they’d shared in the basement.
She opened her mouth to his searching tongue and hers met it. They slowly stroked and explored each other. Lacy closed her eyes and pressed even closer to Miles. He pulled her onto his lap and she straddled him. His stiff cock pushed against her through the barrier of their jeans and instinctively her hips rolled and thrust as she tried to appease the wonderful, growing ache between her legs.
When the kiss finally broke, she opened her eyes and giggled.
Miles chuckled too. His glasses had completely fogged up. He removed them and placed them on the end table. Lacy unbuttoned his shirt and he shrugged it off. He wore a tank underneath that molded to his chiseled chest and abs. His arms were surprisingly muscular. By the look of his body, he worked out regularly.
Lacy trailed a fingertip along his collarbone, then bent and kissed his neck.
Miles tugged off his tank and placed it aside, completely exposing his lean, hard chest lightly dusted with dark hair. Lacy’s heartbeat quickened and she ran her hands over the sleek muscles. Her thumbs swept his dusky pink nipples.
He caressed her arms and stroked her cheek. Lacy lifted her gaze to his and the intensity of his blue eyes nearly took her breath away. He cupped the back of her head and drew her closer for another kiss. This time he slid his hands beneath her sweatshirt and caressed her stomach and ribs.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her lips. “The first time I saw you, I almost didn’t believe you were real.”
“Oh, right.” She chuckled, though his words warmed her almost as much as his hands on her body.
“It’s true. You were changing a light bulb on the third floor and I thought you were a figment of my imagination. I can’t believe you’re here with me now.”
“Neither can I,” she breathed. His brow furrowed and he looked almost hurt. “I mean I didn’t think you noticed me. You didn’t seem like the kind of guy who would be attracted to a guitar-playing janitor.”
“And I thought you’d prefer the jock-type.”
“Babe, this bod of yours is as fine as a jock’s. You sure keep yourself in shape.”
Her words seemed to please him and another adorable blush tinted his sharp cheekbones. “I work out a little.”
“A little?” She kissed his shoulders and chest.
“Just some running… and weights… every morning,” he said, his voice growing softer and his words a bit disjointed as she cupped the front of his trousers and kneaded the enticing bulge.
Miles tugged her sweatshirt up and she stopped touching him just long enough to pull it off and toss it aside. She wore a black satin bra, nothing fancy, but by the look on his face he seemed to like it.