So my novel “Hot, Wet, Smooth, and Hard” is a second chance romance set in the fictional town of Craving Cove. We follow Melody Song as she attempts to reconnect with the woman she once was before an unsatisfying marriage she unfairly sacrificed greatly for, has come to an end. This story has a lot of personal significance to me because it sort of mirrors my life.
I was married once (not anymore) to the wrong guy. He wasn’t bad by any means, but we weren’t meant for each other. It made for a lot of unhappiness, mostly because the things I valued weren’t important to him, and to be honest, the opposite held true. After we split up, I was obviously depressed for a bit, and after I came out of my midnight-blue funk I reconnected with old friends. And I reconnected with tings I liked to do.
But I also reconnected with myself.
There’s something about getting your freedom back after thirty that’s unlike anything else. It sort of reminded me of when I first moved out on my own. Mostly it was the feelings of trepidation if I wanted to do something for myself, and how those feelings would be overcome by the realization that I could (because I was the boss again). Suddenly, any nervous emotions I had were drowned in an ocean of empowerment. Honestly, it was just like being twenty-one again.
So anyway, a few months after I “got my groove back” an old flame from college got ahold of me through Facebook. We chatted a lot, and even though it had been a long time, there was still some of that spark. So we agreed to meet (he lived waaaaay up the coast), and it was HOT! I’ve never had an experience like it. We just didn’t miss a step. It was like no time had passed at all.
When I got back home after our little jaunt, I was supposed to Skype with him, however a really nasty storm knocked out the power and I couldn’t make contact for a while (plus having to deal with minor flooding and damage got in the way). I expected him to be upset and feeling “brushed off,” however he was just so concerned and relieved that I was ok. I found it so sweet! Did I mention, he was also hot? I did? Ok.
Anyway, it was sort of a long distance thing, and for reasons I’d rather not get into it didn’t work out (he wasn’t married, guess again), but the time we spent was just what I needed. It reminded me of who I was, and who I could be. And it also gave me a ton of inspiration. Some for my writing, but mostly for my life.
Melody’s a beautiful hurricane with an unbreakable spirit, and she’s capable of anything she sets her mind to. But after fifteen long years of living a life not meant for her, she’s returned home to Craving Cove, to take the perfect path she knows in her heart she was destined for, and to win back the man she abandoned all those years ago.
Every inch of this rough waterman is hot, smooth, wet, and hard, and each woman who’s laid eyes on him is dying for a taste of his tattoos. But he knows in his still-broken heart there’s only one girl out there for him, and he’s been waiting for the chance to reclaim what’s his.
But when dangerous forces threaten them and their home, it will take every bit of their loyalty, courage, and spirit to protect everything they love. Will they be able to cling to each other and conquer the storm, or will unknown enemies pull them apart, and destroy everything they love?
If you adore hot men, strong women, and beautiful locations then set sail through dangerous waters with the residents of Craving Cove, and take a trip to HEA in this “contemp-erotic romance” that you’ll never forget!
Melody gently laid her beautiful hands on William’s delicious meat. With a perfect stroke, she moved them back and forth. Back. And forth. Then slowly, and with definite focus, she grabbed a bottle of oil, and poured a viscous stream into her palm. The liquid slipped between her already wet fingers, and she continued to move her hands. Reaching over, she pinched some coarse sea salt, and sprinkled it evenly.
Looking down at the rib eye, Melody smiled. Perfectly seasoned…
But before she could start cooking in earnest, she gave the dining room a quick glance. The red wine was breathing, the table was set with Swiss watch precision, and William’s favorite songs were prepared to play on their entertainment system.
Everything was perfect.
Even her. Underneath her red dress was a black bustier hot enough to sear the waiting steak, and a pair of stockings that would make a mute man scream in joyous rapture. The plan was to surprise her husband with a fabulous anniversary dinner, and drink a great bottle of wine, then rut like stoats upstairs. None of which should be a problem, especially the surprise. Their actual anniversary was on the following Saturday, and Melody was supposed to be on a trip with her friend Kat, and not back in town until the following morning.
So like she thought, it was going to be perfect.
Then the sound of their garage door roused her from her thoughts.
Damn it. Melody looked at her watch. Seven thirty… William’s home early!
Melody ran to the light switch, but on the way passed by her full-length mirror, where she checked herself one last time. Her thick, brown hair was up just right, allowing a slim tendril to curl down the side of her face, and the red dress fit well enough. But still, she fretted. The figure she’d had at twenty-five was no longer the same, but she was still curvy.
So, with everything ready, she killed the kitchen and dining room lights, and froze.
Seconds passed. She was breathing deeply. Her heart beat loudly in her ears. She was so excited!
And then finally, the door opened, and she heard William say, “Come on, let’s get to it.”
“Why?” a woman said. “We’ve got all night, it’s not like she’s home.”
“Not until tomorrow. But every second I’m not inside you is one I wish I was.”
Melody’s quick beating heart stopped. She turned her head slightly, unsure of what she’d just heard.
The mystery woman said, “Well then, if you’re that hungry we’ll have to get right to it.”
Then the door slammed. There was some fumbling. And the two of them rushed into the living room.
Melody crept along the wall of the dining room, and peeked around the corner.
William was in one of his tailored, gray suits, and all five and a half feet of him was twisted around a woman who couldn’t have been over twenty-three. She looked like a sundae, topped with a dollop of whipped cream blond hair, and wore a tight, white dress, over a perky body.
Melody nearly broke her teeth grinding them together. It was Kendra. William’s paralegal!
The two tumbled onto the couch, with William landing on top of his employee. “My God,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
Kendra ran her fingers through his thinning hair. “Me too, Billy.” She undid his tie and threw it on the floor. “During that meeting I wanted to pull out your cock and-”
“What the hell’s going on?” Melody was standing in the doorway to the dining room, staring down at the two.
The lovers froze, with their eyes full of shock. William was the one who broke the silence. “Melody, what’re you doing here?”
Melody stared at him with a viper’s gaze. “Surprising you, apparently.”
The two cheaters disentangled, and staggered to their feet.
Kendra straightened her white dress as William said, “Melody, I can explain. This isn’t-”
“Say ‘what it looks like’ and I’ll jam an oyster fork in your eye,” Melody said.
About the Author:
Marina Blue is a small town girl who turned into a big city pro, only to return to the small town she left. A long time fan of reading romance and adventure, she’s often seen writing with Muffin the cat, and Boosa the dog.