Archive for January, 2014

Double review: Nicole Snow’s Rock Hard Doms

Posted 31 January 2014 By Polly J Adams

Big Bad Dare: Tattoos and Submission (Rock Hard Doms) by Nicole Snow

Big Bad Dare: Tattoos and Submission (Rock Hard Doms) by Nicole Snow

Jess is an innocent young woman leading a plain and simple life, but when she visits a tattoo parlour with her best friend Ava and sets eyes on the seriously hot owner Garrett Foster all that crumbles away. That Garrett is also the co-owner of an exclusive bondage club adds another layer altogether to what might have been a simple girl meets boy and girl swoons kind of story.

Don’t get me wrong: if Big Bad Dare had followed that straightforward and classic storyline I’d still have enjoyed it very much for the quality of the writing and, let’s face it, the sheer horniness of it all (those sex scenes are steamin’!). But the Dom/Sub relationship and the way it becomes both the story of an innocent discovering her inner desires and that of a dark and complex Dom who just has to have, takes this to a completely different level.

I like my erotica to have strong characters and a good story, and of course I like it to be steaming hot. Big Bad Dare delivers on all counts and left me a very satisfied customer!

Big Bad Dare: Tattoos and Submission is available from Amazon and all other good booksellers.


Fight For Her Heart: Tattooed Seduction (Rock Hard Doms) by Nicole Snow

Fight For Her Heart: Tattooed Seduction (Rock Hard Doms) by Nicole SnowNicole Snow does these stories so well: the innocent young woman, the powerful Dom, and the overpowering need that drives their relationship.

In Fight For Her Heart, underground fighter William Gaulle is a real man: tough and strong, prepared to be a hero, interesting and complex but always the Dom. Rose Merchante is his perfect match: young and beautiful and oh so ready for a bit of domination! Boy, but this pressed my buttons!

The opening scenes set this up perfectly: we start with some serious action between Nicole and William, then flash back to their first encounter. Walking home after work on a dark snowy evening, Nicole takes her usual shortcut through an alley, but this time there’s someone there, an attacker who wants only one thing from Nicole. William steps in, saving Nicole from her would-be rapist and offers to give her some self-defence training. She’d be a fool not to take him up on the offer, right?

What this author does as well as anyone else in the field is extract every last drop of sensuality out of almost any situation: in this case, while the opening sex scene is seriously hot, just as erotic is the physicality of William when we flash back to that first encounter, and the way all the senses are heightened by the threat of violence – the way we switch from adrenalin pumping from fear to the adrenalin of need and desire.

This is great stuff, and this author is now a fixture on my must-read list.

Fight For Her Heart: Tattooed Seduction is available from Amazon and all other good booksellers.

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My publishers, James Grieve Press, have just set the opening novella in my erotica romance suspense The Object of His Desire free at Amazon and other leading booksellers!

The Object of His Desire 1: Wanted

The Object of His Desire 1: Wanted by PJ Adams (erotic romance suspense)

When Trudy goes to her estranged brother’s wedding, deep in the rural English countryside, she looks forward to making up with him, catching up and closing the distance that has grown between them since he moved away from the US. The last thing she expects is one of those moments: a handsome stranger, their eyes meeting across a crowded room… a tempting, but all too dangerous stranger. Her brother is marrying into the wealthy aristocracy, but this man in his rumpled tuxedo and days-old stubble doesn’t seem to fit. Determined to find out more, Trudy discovers his identity, and that there are dark secrets that bind him to her brother; she also learns that he’s the kind of man who always gets what he wants, and what he wants right now is Trudy.

“Is there anything you don’t have?” I asked softly.

He shrugged, spread his hands wide. “We have everything,” he said, simply. “We’re a wealthy family.”

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Temptations and Desire: the 24 Karat romance blog hop

Posted 27 January 2014 By Polly J Adams
24 Karat Romance Blog Hop
27th January to 2nd February, 2014


Grand Prize – $100 gift card
PJ’s prize: free copy of Four Temptations

Four Temptations by PJ AdamsThe 24 Karat blog hop: a group of fabulous romance authors (plus me) getting together to share readers around, give away books and other goodies and run a draw with a $100 prize. What’s not to love?

For my stop on the hop, I thought I’d revisit two personal favorites.

For this post, I’m including an extract from what is probably my most successful book so far, the erotic romance suspense, The Object of His Desire.

And for the giveaway, I’m offering a free copy of a lesser known book I’m particularly proud of: my erotic romance collection Four Temptations. A copy of this will be given to a randomly selected commenter on this post – so remember, if you’d like to be entered in the draw do please include contact details and preferred format (Kindle, epub or PDF) in your comment!


The Object of His Desire – an extract

Even now, I’m unsure whether it was a genuine Jane Austen moment or the worst of clichés: eyes meeting across a crowded room, for heaven’s sake.

The Object of His Desire by PJ Adams

What can I say?

I was nervous, in a crowd of mostly strangers and distant acquaintances.

I was feeling flustered after a difficult journey and finally arriving at this little chapel in the middle of nowhere later than I’d intended – I hate not being in control.

I was unsettled by the rush of mixed emotions in my head. I was about to see my big brother again after far too long; despite following him across the Atlantic to England we’d drifted ever farther apart over the last couple of years.

I was thrown by the realization that his best man was Charlie, the ex who could still wrap me around his posh little English finger after all this time.

Under these circumstances a girl can surely be forgiven a lapse into cliché. No?


I’d driven for nearly four hours to reach this remote little Norfolk chapel. It had taken far too long to escape the tangle of London traffic, and even longer driving through the winding East Anglian lanes trying to find the place.

Deep breath, Trudy. I was here. I’d made it on time.

I stood outside the chapel and straightened my three-quarter length Anoushka G dress. Deep cornflower blue, with scooped neck-line and a lily fascinator pinned to my long auburn hair, even I’d admit that I felt good in my wedding outfit.

I realized I was falling back on coping strategies I’d developed in my teens: a constant interior monologue of commentary and pep talks.

You look good, Trude.

That dress will make up for all sorts, and you can get away with those sucky-in Magic Knickers you bought in desperation, because you just know you’re the only one who’s ever going to see them.

Nice shoes, by the way.

Whatever it takes.

I recognized a few of the faces of the guests milling around in the churchyard. They were Cambridge buddies of Ethan’s. When I’d first come over from New Haven, I’d hung out with him in his college halls for a few weeks before landing my temporary job at Ellison and Coles, a wonderfully quaint traditional publisher with offices just off Covent Garden, right in the heart of London.

As we waited to enter the chapel, people smiled at me and nodded, but they were all in their own little groups and no one seemed particularly interested in me. I didn’t mind. I wasn’t in any mood for small talk, just yet. Instead, I checked my cell phone, only to find that there was no signal. I opened my mail just the same, and glanced through emails I’d already downloaded.

“You’ve got signal? Or are you just bluffing so you look busy even though you’re here on your own and nobody’s talking to you?”

I didn’t look round. I didn’t have to.

“Bastard,” I said softly.

“But a good-looking bastard, right? You always did say that I scrubbed up rather well.”

I turned. Honey-blond hair, sharp blue eyes, and the way the tuxedo and neatly pressed pants hung on his lean body… I took a deep breath and tried not to find him attractive.

Charlie didn’t look a day older than when I’d last seen him over a year before, ducking a flying ash tray as he backed out of the Islington apartment we’d shared back then.

“Last time I saw you–”

“You were a lousy shot. I only ducked to make you feel better about your aim. See? Even then I was looking out for you, babe.”

“I only missed because I didn’t want blood on the carpet. It was deliberate.”

“You preferred that dent in the door?” The ash tray had made a nasty gouge in the wood-panel door on impact. I’d never got round to fixing it: my little memento of the year with Charlie.

“Okay, so I misjudged that one. I should have hit you with it.”

“You look good, Trude.”

“Too damned right I do. You think I’d come to my brother’s wedding and look like shit?”

I was smiling by then. Our arguments went like that: they either got more and more intense or we’d end up laughing and wondering what we’d been fighting about.

“It’s been a long time, Trude.”

I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. He smelt of Issey Miyake and cigarettes.

“Shouldn’t you be inside with Ethan? I assume he’s turned up?”

“Fresh air break,” said Charlie, tapping the cigarette-box-shaped bulge in the breast pocket of his tuxedo. “You know how it is.”

“Haven’t you given that stuff up yet?”

“Everyone’s got their vices, Trudy. Even you.”

I raised one eyebrow and fixed him with a hard stare until he was forced to look away. If the occasional vodka and tonic too many and a tendency to over-stretch my credit cards on Karen Millen and Jimmy Choo were vices, then yes, Charlie had a point, but he was pushing it.

I looked around again. The chapel was set in a stand of pine trees, a short distance from a sprawling country house, all tall windows and mock classical columns. The landscape was so flat here: fields stretching away to another line of dark pine trees, and the sea beyond. I don’t think I’d ever seen a landscape so haunting, so weighted down with sadness.

“I need a drink,” I muttered. I don’t know why I was so tense. There was no bad feeling between me and Ethan; we just hadn’t seen each other for a while. A bit of awkwardness, that was all.

“Later, Trude. Later.”

“So how did my brother end up getting married in a place like this? Does all this belong to her family? Is that it?”

One further element of embarrassment was that I’d never actually met Ethan’s fiancée, Eleanor.

I didn’t know much about her at all. Very English, was how Ethan had described her on the phone, way back when they’d just started to realize they were getting serious. An English rose, Trudy. Can you believe that? Me, with my very own English rose?

I thought he was a bit scared then, feeling out of his depth with this girl and her landed family and their English ways.

“Family with money,” said Charlie. “It’s all about who you know. Connections.”

That was when it happened. My Jane Austen moment. My cliché.

My attention was snagged by movement in the chapel doorway and I turned, thinking Ethan must be emerging and now was the time for me to go and hug him and sweep away the distance that had grown between us.

Instead, it was a guy I’d never seen before.

He was in a tux, this newcomer. He was about six foot, and his shoulders were square, almost as if he was wearing a quarterback’s shoulder pads. He was either an athlete or he spent far too much time looking after himself in the gym.

So: first impression was okay, but nothing to write home about.

And then… that Jane Austen moment.

He peered around, as if lost, and then his eyes fell upon me. It was almost as if he recognized me, as if he’d been waiting all his life for me… but then realized he was mistaken, he didn’t know me at all – exactly that kind of double take.

He looked away, and then glanced back.

His eyes were dark, but when they settled on you it was as if you’d been fixed by a hawk. A raptor, eyeing his prey.

I shook myself, made myself look away. I couldn’t believe I was actually blushing.

Eyes meeting across a crowded gathering.

It was a cliché. I was flustered by my late arrival and by the tense undercurrents of the occasion.

That’s all it was.

Nothing more.

And yes, perhaps I protest too much.


The Object of His Desire by PJ Adams

When Trudy goes to her estranged brother’s wedding, the last thing she expects is one of those moments: a handsome stranger, their eyes meeting across a crowded room… a tempting, but dangerous stranger. Determined to find out more, she discovers that dark secrets bind him to her brother; she also learns that he’s the kind of man who gets what he wants, and what he wants right now is Trudy.

Introducing her to the world of the super-wealthy, he showers her with designer clothes, shoes, and diamonds, whisking her off to dinner dates by private jet… what more could a girl want?

But as she finds out more about him, Trudy begins to wonder if she can ever love a man she can never fully trust. A man involved in murder and blackmail, who may just be using her as an alibi. Should she run or let herself fall for him? And will he give her a choice?

A passionate erotic romance, where scandals buried away in the past lead to murderous intrigue in the present, in the intensely steamy world of the super-wealthy and powerful.

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For the giveaway, I’m offering a free copy of a lesser known book I’m particularly proud of: my erotic romance collection Four Temptations. A copy of this will be given to a randomly selected commenter on this post – so remember, if you’d like to be entered in the draw do please include contact details and preferred format (Kindle, epub or PDF) in your comment!

Four Temptations by PJ Adams
Rebecca’s husband has walked out, leaving his best friend to pick up the pieces. Is Maggie really considering getting back together with her old flame two years after a vitriolic break-up? Ellie is young, slim and blonde; she’s Rebecca?s worst nightmare and her husband?s wet dream. A short novel of passion, risk and love: three women… one pivotal night… four temptations…

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Happy hookers

Posted 25 January 2014 By Polly J Adams

Over at One Handed Writers this week, I’m talking about the oldest profession:

Happy Hookers: What’s so hot about hooker stories?

Is the happy hooker a reality, or just a thing of fiction, and are hooker stories a turn-on or a reminder of grim reality?

The Happy Hooker by Xaviera Hollander Working Girl: the box set by Polly J Adams My Secret Life - Moonlighting as a Call Girl by Tanya Korval
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Predator's Refuge by Rosana LeoThanks so much to Polly for hosting me today as I continue my latest blog tour. My new paranormal romance Predator’s Refuge, Gemini Island Shifters 3 has just released and I’m thrilled to be here.

The previous two books in this series have dealt with bear shifters, both of whom denied the fact that their spirit animals wanted a mate…and particular ones! With book 3, tiger shifter Anton Gaspar understands much about denying his inner tiger’s needs. You see, he’s been denying them for two years, and in a manner that’s almost intolerable for Anton the man. However, in my fictional world, Anton knows tigers are true predators, whether in war or in love. For reasons stemming from his tragic past, he thinks he can only move forward by ignoring his baser urges.

Now we all know this won’t get him very far, will it? 😉 Sure enough, Anton is miserable.

Enter lynx heroine Marci Lennox and Anton’s whole world is thrown for a lusty loop. His tiger recognizes Marci for what she is: the mate he needs to see naked…and soon. The tension between these two characters is something I’m very proud of. They don’t jump into bed right away, but when they do, there’s no going back. And my hungry Anton will pull out all the stops to show Marci they are meant for each other.

He really should have listened to his tiger.

I hope you’ll get a chance to enjoy this new romance and series, and I wish you happy reading!


Lynx shifter Marci Lennox has worked at the shifter-friendly Ursa Fishing Lodge and Resort all her adult life. It’s more a home to her than a job. When her boss goes on vacation, putting her in charge, Marci is thrilled. Finally a chance to prove she has the mettle to run a resort.

Her confidence is shaken when new employee Anton Gaspar appears. One look at the mysterious tiger shifter spells trouble for Marci and for her sex-crazed lynx. Anton is judgmental, condescending, and a little misogynistic. Unfortunately, Marci’s lynx thinks his tiger is more delicious than an oversized bag of Maltesers.

It becomes difficult for Marci to remain neutral near Anton, especially when she learns of his troubling past and unusual family circumstances. However, when dangerous incidents occur on the resort, the lynx woman and tiger man join forces to combat the threat to the lodge and its guests.

Harder still is the quest to combat their explosive feelings for one another. As they explore their mutual passion, they realize the danger at the resort is more insidious than they ever envisioned. Their dreams, their love, and their very lives are at stake.



Immediately, the fragrance hit him, activating his Jacobson’s organ. He swallowed, tasting it on his tongue and at the back of his throat, and wondered if he was mistaken.

No, how could he mistake the unique scent of a female cat in heat? It was too delicious a scent to forget. Sweetness coated his taste buds, winding a delirious path down his throat. As his head swam, he blinked and tried to clear his thoughts of the sexual imagery racing through it.

The scent did not belong to another tiger shifter, but some other type of predatory cat. One whose perfume he hadn’t sampled before. One who must be particular to this region. Cougar? No. Mountain lion? Surely not.

Whatever she was, her scent teased him with its delicious flavor.

Don’t, he warned himself. Wasn’t it enough that he spent the last few years of his existence trying to escape the sick wiles of the grasping women at court? And God only knew how hard he’d worked to maintain a state of abstinence at Pannonhalma, devoting his life to meditation. He’d come here to work, not lose himself in a sweet piece of…

Stop it. This was no time to think of pussy, even though he’d never been more desperate for a taste of creaming woman.

His tiger howled inside him, hungry for that which it had been denied for almost two years.

Still the perfume, more intoxicating than any he’d known, wafted toward him. He wanted to close his eyes and drink it in. The unyielding power of the aroma could make him forget his vows. Granted, he wasn’t really a monk, but he had followed the monastic lifestyle from day one at Pannonhalma. The purity in the monk’s life had been the very thing he’d required to get his life back on track.

So why did he want to find the source of the scent and fuck her until she begged alternately for mercy and for more? Her need seemed strong. Whoever this lady cat was, she must be in dire agony for her scent to be so powerful.

None of his business.

Mentally caging the growling tiger inside him, he shook his head and approached the front desk. He dropped his luggage and cleared his throat at the woman working there. Her head had been down as she read some reports, but she looked up now.

“Welcome to the Ursa…” Her jaw fell open and her sentence hung in the air, unfinished and clearly forgotten.

Well, well. A beautiful little lynx.


Rosanna Leo, author of Predator's RefugePredator’s Refuge is available at Liquid Silver Books and all e-outlets.
Rosanna Leo is a multi-published, erotic romance author with Liquid Silver Books who lives and breathes paranormal romance. Several of her books about Greek gods, selkies and shape shifters have been named Night Owl Romance and Two Lips Recommended Reads. When not writing, she can be found haunting dusty library stacks or planning her next star-crossed love

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Join the Pack! 99c shifter romance event #werewolf #pnr

Posted 17 January 2014 By Polly J Adams

99c shifter romance sale and giveawayOver on Ruby Fielding’s blog: a big shifter romance promotion, running 17th to 19th January.

Books from ten shifter authors are available for a few days at the special promotional price of only 99 cents, and there’s a $100 prize draw, too!

Authors include USA Today bestselling author Anya Karin writing as Lynn Red, Adriana Hunter, Michelle Fox and another USA Today bestselling author Liliana Rhodes.

Full details on Ruby Fielding’s blog!

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Available at the introductory price of 99 cents for a few days only!

Hunted: a Shifters' World novella - a shapeshifter erotic romance of survival and desire in a deadly future.

Should she struggle to survive alone or give in to desire and risk the – perhaps deadly – company of others?

In a world where plague has swept civilization away like leaves in a storm, where viruses that cause people to shift and change have altered what it is, for most, to be human, a few survivors hold out in a desperate attempt to save the human race. Selene lives alone in the forest, protecting herself from human and shifter alike until one day a stranger turns up: a young man called Skinner, out on a quest to hunt down and destroy any shifter he can find. Torn between desire and fear, Selene must confront her true nature and make some impossible choices if she is to survive this harsh, post-apocalyptic future.

Hunted: a Shifters’ World novella – a shapeshifter erotic romance of survival and desire in a deadly future from the co-author of Seduced by Moonlight and The Touch.

(The contents of this book first appeared in different form as four separate stories, Lone Wolf, Wanted by the Pack, Sanctum and Hunt Her Down.)


With the water up to her waist, she stood close to him but not touching. Intensely aware of his musky man-scent, of the rise and fall of his chest, of the lean tightness of his physique.

“How do you know I’m safe to be with?”

He seemed surprised by her question.

So close… she turned, still moving, starting to circle him.

“How do you know I didn’t flee in the night to protect you?”

What was she doing? Toying with him like this… Teasing him with the truth in some kind of seductress’s double-bluff.

She continued to circle and he turned slowly on the spot, so that he was always facing her.

He smiled now, as if deciding to play along. “Believe me,” he said, “but I’d know. Have you ever seen a beast up close? Even by day, when the shifting virus is at its lowest ebb, it’s a twisted, debased thing. A man taken by the virus becomes less than a man. They can’t hide it, not when you know what to look for.”

Her heart thumped in her chest. Surely he must be able to hear it? Was he playing with her, just as she had thought she was playing with him?

“You sound like you’ve a lot of experience.”

He nodded. Not bragging, just matter-of-fact.

“I told you yesterday, I’ve been in the refugee camps. I’ve seen people taken by the viruses.”

“You know the signs?”

A simple nod again.

Was he toying with her, or simply over-confident in his own abilities and over-distracted by her naked body as she circled him?

She stopped, reached out, and trailed a finger down his sternum to the first ripple of his abdomen.

Her touch elicited a slight twitch in his belly. So yes, maybe this was as intense for him as it was for her.

Down, and her hand reached water level and the hollow of his navel.

Almost immediately, hardness made contact with her wrist below the water and she moved down to take his solid shaft in her hand.

He put a hand to her face then, his knuckles brushing along her jaw. Burying his fingers in her hair, he tipped her head back. His mouth came down on her neck: hard lips and then the wet heat of his tongue and the delicious pain of raking teeth, dragging across her skin to that point where too hard is exactly hard enough.


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All I Want… more erotica and romance recommendations

Posted 12 January 2014 By Polly J Adams

Sizzling Ghost Stories (Erotic Paranormal Anthology) by Carl East, Selena Kitt, Alexx Andria, Delilah Fawkes and more
From some of the bestselling names in erotica comes a book full of sizzling encounters with ghosts and other things that go bump in the night, guaranteed to leave you breathless in more ways than one. Authors like Selena Kitt, Carl East, Delilah Fawkes and more, bring you paranormal chills with the sexiest of thrills – stories that are sure to raise your temperature a notch or two!
Amazon USAmazon UK

Seduction in the Sun Boxed Set by Multiple authors
Nine sizzling romances set under the hot sun… 1000 pages! Indulge in nine scorching romances that will whisk you away from the winter chill… with steamy new adult, sexy billionaires, and alphas wielding ribbons and rope, these books by bestselling authors will take you someplace very hot indeed… Authors include Suzanne Rock, Marian Tee, Adriana Hunter and Cat Kalen.
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Claimed (Paranormal Erotic Romance Collection) by Lexi Lane and friends
For the paranormal erotic romance fan comes a complete collection of deliciously hot stories of powerful shifters, possessive alpha men, and the women they love! This brand new, limited-edition collection includes stories from Lexi Lane, Jade K. Scott, Saffron Sands, Carl East, Ruby Fielding, Victoria Wessex and more!
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Skinny Diving by J Strickland
When he left for college, he left Jan behind. When the invitation for the birthday swimming party arrived, he knew he had to go. He had to see if she would be there. He had to see her again. When he held her in his arms again, old sparks were reignited. A love like theirs couldn’t be quenched by time or water. As sunset approached, she did something that surprised everyone and the fireworks went off. When you go swimming without any clothes, it’s called skinny dipping. What do you call it when you’re diving? And there are two kinds of diving. An erotic romance by J. Strickland.
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Serving the Succubus [mf, demon, femdom] by Haleigh Cookson Clark
Ethan Banks is a jaded graduate student desperately looking for a big break in his ongoing research of Colonial American history. He gets more than he bargains for, however, when he accidentally summons a succubus during a late-night examination of a curious old tome. No stranger to indulgence, will Ethan be able to keep up with her insatiable appetites and balance his schoolwork? More to the point, will she allow him to live to see the end of the week, much less the semester? Only time will tell. This short story is roughly 9000 words in length, and contains sizzling sex between a cute, but jaded graduate student, a sexy succubus that he accidentally summoned, and her domination of his all too willing flesh.
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This post is part of a big giveaway to celebrate the upcoming release of Writing Our Song, the standalone prequel to Emma South’s Remember Our Song.

Prizes include a 1oz bottle of one of the world’s most expensive colognes, 1872 by Clive Christian. Does YOUR man smell like a billionaire? Well, if you win this then the answer will be ‘yes’! Not only that, but each winner will receive a zip file by email containing the following romance novels from these wonderful (and some are New York Times and USA Today bestsellers) authors:

  • Remember Our Song – Emma South
  • Saltwater Kisses – Krista Lakes
  • The Arrangement – Abby Weeks
  • Random Acts of Trust – Julia Kent
  • The Object of His Desire – PJ Adams
  • How Not to be Seduced by Billionaires – Marian Tee
  • I Married a Billionaire – Melanie Marchande
  • Forever Innocent – Deanna Roy
  • Magic Academy – Jillian Keep
  • Skin Deep – Dez Burke
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  • Fight For You – Adriana Hunter

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The winner will be drawn on the release day of Writing Our Song (Monday 3rd of February) and announced first in Emma South’s newsletter as well as directly via email! Good luck everybody!

A little more about The Object of His Desire

When the lovely Nitzan at Drugs Called Books asked if I could provide a character interview for a guest post about my erotic romance suspense, The Object of His Desire, I jumped at the opportunity. I was faced with two choices.

I could do a straight interview with the book’s protagonist, Trudy Parsons – a young American woman who gets caught up in murderous intrigue and scandal in the heart of the British Establishment.

Or I could write an interview with Willem Bentinck-Stanley, a man who – with good reason – guards his privacy fiercely. He’s had bad experiences with the press and his past scandals have taken a lot of burying out of the public gaze. Why would a man like Will consent to being interviewed, and what would he ever reveal to a journalist?

I love Trudy, but the chance to put Willem on the spot was too good to miss, so here’s the interview (first published at Drugs Called Books).


Character interview:
meet Willem Bentinck-Stanley from PJ Adams’ The Object of His Desire

The Object of His Desire by PJ AdamsI meet Willem Bentinck-Stanley in a smart little wine bar, tucked away in the back streets of London’s Soho. I get there early, he’s bang on time, pulling up in a chauffeur-driven limo. He finds me at my window seat instantly; we’ve never met before, but my friend Trudy Parsons had warned me that he would have had me thoroughly vetted before agreeing to meet me.

Indeed, that he agreed to meet me at all was something of a miracle: as I’ve already discovered in preparing for this interview, the Honorable Will guards his privacy most effectively. For a man to have almost no online presence is rare these days; for a man with Bentinck-Stanley’s high profile and rather shady past to be so invisible is quite remarkable. I must state at this point that Will – let’s call him that; his full name is so cumbersome and stiff – has stipulated certain subjects I must not raise in this interview, and that if they do crop up I am not to document them. I should probably also state that I don’t like being pushed around and I’ll write what I damn well like.

He pauses in the doorway for an instant, eyes scanning the room, and then he sees me, nods, and approaches. He’s about six foot tall, slim with square shoulders and an easy athleticism in the way he walks. His jaw is thick with dark stubble and his black hair is tousled and in need of a trim. He wears his tie knotted tight but pulled loose, the top button of his shirt undone.

And his eyes. Trudy has warned me about the eyes: dark eyes, moody eyes, but so sharp that when they fix on you you’re pinned to the spot. Predator eyes, she called them. He’s the kind of man who dominates any gathering, without even trying; Trudy told me about that, too, but it’s not the kind of thing you really understand until you see it in person.

“Ms Grayson?” he says, stopping by my table and reaching for my hand. His grip is firm, in control, and I mentally kick myself for my immediate melting response. I’m not a girly woman, and I don’t respond to powerful men like that; no really, I don’t!

He sits opposite me, raises a finger and immediately a waitress is at our table taking his drink order. I thank him for agreeing to see me, and he smiles. “I don’t do interviews,” he says. “I have no need of the attention.”

“So why the exception for me?”

“Trudy vouched for you. She can be very persuasive.”

It’s a reasonable answer, but even from such a short encounter I can tell that Will isn’t a man who is easily persuaded to do anything.

“Trudy’s great, isn’t she?” I say. My aim is to build up a personal bond from the start to set him at ease, but he sees through it immediately.

“Ms Parsons is unlike any other woman, but I’m not here to discuss my acquaintances.”

He takes a sip of his single malt, while I struggle to find another approach. He is polite, charming even, and he totally throws me off my usual professional approach.

“She’s just an ‘acquaintance’?”

He raises one eyebrow and says nothing.

“Sorry, erm, let me see.” I feel such a blushing fool before him. I’m not usually like this. Damn it, I’m never like this! But somehow he makes me feel like a schoolgirl, blushing and stumbling over my words. As a journalist I meet plenty of good-looking men and I never act this way. I glance up and he’s smiling, as if he enjoys my awkwardness. That’s when I realize that he’s playing me. He’s the one who mentioned Trudy, after all.

“What’s the story behind the exhibition at the Walker?”

“My family has a long association with the arts,” he says. “Constable painted the grounds of our estate in Norfolk. Rembrandt was a friend of the Dutch side of my family. We have one of the most distinguished private collections in the country, and it’s been an interest of mine since an early age. I grew up thinking it was normal to have a van Gogh hanging on your wall; when I came to understand how privileged I was, I decided that at some point I would find ways to share that privilege. This exhibition is part of that endeavor.”

“It’s a very public thing to do for a man who guards his privacy so effectively.”

He shrugs. “I stay behind the scenes,” he says. “Apart from this interview I will not be taking part in promoting the exhibition, and I trust that you will stick to our agreement that we’re only meeting in order to provide you with background information: this is not about me, it’s about the exhibition.”

“Of course,” I say, and oh my but he has a sharp, steel edge when he’s laying things out like that. He’s a man who likes to control things, clearly; and from what I’ve heard that extends to his private life, too.

“You really are very good at staying behind the scenes, aren’t you? Is that because of your work?”

He takes another sip from his drink, gives that enigmatic smile, and seems quite prepared to sit through any length of awkward silence rather than answer me. Yes, I know: his people have warned me about the No Go areas for this interview. We’re not to talk about his relationship with my friend Trudy; I mustn’t ask about his work with the Foreign Office, or the intelligence services and his contacts with foreign governments; and I must, most certainly, avoid any mention of…

“Or does it go back to the Sally Fielding scandal?”

Sometimes it pays to drop a bombshell into the middle of an interview. It breaks through those protective layers and gets a real reaction. It’s a high-risk approach, but then I like to think that my interviews are never dull.

But sometimes the bombshell is just never going to work, and I really should have known that Bentinck-Stanley was bomb-proof.

Those eyes. They fix me now. He’s impossible to read. And his presence is almost over-powering. He takes a long draw at his whisky now, and then another and his glass is empty.

Then he stands, nods, and walks to the door, the interview over.

He’s set out the ground-rules and I’ve broken them, but I’m not here just to do his PR. He’s an intriguing man with a history, a man who protects himself fiercely and also he’s a man who is seeing a very good friend of mine and I worry about her.

So there it is, my interview with the Honorable Willem Bentinck-Stanley. Over before it had ever really started. Unpublishable, of course: there’s only about one paragraph in there that sticks to the safe topics his people have set out.

It really isn’t like me to be so unprofessional, and I’m frustrated that I haven’t been able to dig beneath the surface and find the real man, but then this was no ordinary interview, and Willem Bentinck-Stanley is clearly no ordinary man.


The Object of His Desire by PJ Adams

When Trudy goes to her estranged brother’s wedding, the last thing she expects is one of those moments: a handsome stranger, their eyes meeting across a crowded room… a tempting, but dangerous stranger. Determined to find out more, she discovers that dark secrets bind him to her brother; she also learns that he’s the kind of man who gets what he wants, and what he wants right now is Trudy.

Introducing her to the world of the super-wealthy, he showers her with designer clothes, shoes, and diamonds, whisking her off to dinner dates by private jet… what more could a girl want?

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