Guest Blog: Shannon Casey

Hi, my name is Izzy Rizzo, I’m 25 years old and you can read all about me in Passion from the Vine by Shannon Casey.  Of course she chose me as her main character because I have a story to share with the world.  I think I’m pretty typical as far as the female population goes; I’m short, curvy, have long black hair and often feel self-conscious about myself, no thanks to most of the male population.  But I’m not the “bash” male type of person, I’m more the bash yourself type and that is where my story begins.

I was always the dreamer who followed the rules.  I did well in school, listened to my parents and married the first man I slept with.  This did not serve me well.  My husband turned out to be an asshole, who I allowed to control my life and dreams.  The biggest gift I was given was when he left me for another woman.  This allowed me to take some time to truly find myself and what would make me happy.

My mother is my greatest supporter and talked me into taking a sabbatical from life for self-discovery and sexual exploration. We’ll I didn’t agree to the sexual part but I did need to escape real life for awhile, so I went along with her theories.  I ended up in Italy at my step-fathers winery, which is now my winery and where the truly interesting parts of my life began.

This is the country where my fondest memories were created, both as a child and an adult.  My love of food and wine started in Sienna, Italy and grew into my lifelong dream of becoming a chef.  Little did I know it would also be the place where I met the man of my dreams, Valentino.

Valentino is the most sensually gorgeous man I have ever met.  Prior to him, I thought that I was an asexual type of person, a prude if you will.  However, after one night with him I met my sexual self and loved her.  The feelings that came from our encounters were no less than earth shattering, but the emotions were stronger.

The one thing that kept getting in the way of our relationship was; me.  I just couldn’t stop the negative thoughts from intruding on the happy times.  My past experiences were controlling my emotional responses and my reactions to small issues within our relationship.  I had become a runner and the only question that remains is when will he stop chasing me?

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Excerpt:

When I entered the dining room I feel a moment of despair as he isn’t there.  Then he appears from the opposite door and my heart skips a beat.  He has taken the time to change into black slacks, a white button down shirt and a black tie.  He looks like an ad from a magazine that is selling elegant sex.  As he approaches me it’s like watching a Black Panther move towards its prey, so beautiful and yet so dangerous but I can’t walk away.  He holds two glasses of wine and offers one to me.  I take it and immediately drink it down, trying to find the courage to play his game.  I’m relieved when he takes my arm and leads me to the table because I’m too distracted by my own thoughts to worry about food.  He pulls the chair out for me and slides me in.  Taking the seat beside me he somehow makes the large dining table more intimate.

Maria enters with several dishes and looks at me with a knowing smiling.  She has went all out and prepared a full Italian dinner for us.  There’s enough food for a small army. Our first course, called L’antipasto was an assortment of meats, cheeses, olives and bread.  I take a bite of cheese and find Valentino watching me with a hungry look on his face.  He takes an olive from the tray and places it against my lips.  “Let me feed you”.  I opened my mouth and take the olive in, gently running my tongue along his fingers as I do.  I feel his intake of breath more than hear it and it’s like an aphrodisiac.  I reciprocate by taking cheese and placing it in his mouth.  As he chews I have the overwhelming need to run my fingers along his lip line. His eyes are hot and all for me.  I can’t believe this magnificent creature wants me this much.

Before long the second course, la prima piatta is delivered.  Maria has made pici pasta with pork sauce paired with a Chainti wine.  I sip my wine and feel the familiar warming in my stomach.  It’s a heady combination the wine and his sent, but I make sure not to drink too much.  As we eat our pasta he comments, “You eat with gusto just like you do everything else, I love that about you”.

I feel a little embarrassment by his words, I have always loved food the different textures and tastes.  I know I’m not a petite woman and at times I have felt too voluptuous for American men.  He seems to read my mind as he places his hand on my thigh and whispered, “I love your curves, you are a real woman and I intend to explore each curve tonight”.  His words make me instantly wet and wanting.  I am no longer focused on the food as I look into his eyes and know that he is thinking about fucking me.  I reach my hand under the table and begin to draw circles on his inner thigh.  He shifts in his seat and I smile.

At that moment Maria brings out the main course or la seconda piatta which is braised beef with vegetables. It is paired with Barolo, a deep strong red wine.  As we eat I continued to inch up his thigh and run my finger along his growing erection.  His hand which has been resting on my thigh begins inching down.  When he reaches the hem of my dress, he slowly slides up my leg until he reaches the top of my lace stockings where his hand bites into my thigh.  I can no longer eat as his hand gently slides up to the junction of my thighs and his finger skims my wanting lips through my lace panties.  He slides his finger beneath my thong and finds me wet.  I see him smile from the corner of my eye, “I love that you are always wet for me.  Let’s skip dessert you are all the sweetness I need”.  I am up in a second practically coming from his words and the flick of his finger against my clit.

We practically ran up the stairs to my suite.  As the door closes behind us he kneels before me and commands “lift your foot”.  I do as he demands as he removes one shoe and then the other.  “You’re so perfect.  I wish you could see you through my eyes”, he pants as he runs his hands up my legs.  When he reaches the bottom of my dress he grabs the hem and slowly slips it over my head.  He reaches out and runs his hands through my thick black hair, following it down to my waste.  His hands don’t stop there, but continue to glide over my hips.

Wrapping his hands around my waste he pulls me against him for a passionate kiss.  He seems intent on being in control and keeping the pace slow and seductive.  “Let me lead you, I want to make you come over and over again”, he says in a controlled voice.

Yes, my mind screams but I just look into his intense green eyes.  “Your eyes have bewitched me, there like amber and gold swirled together”, he says in a whispered voice.

“Me, you fill all my waking thoughts.  You look like a Roman God that’s come to life”, I say between gasps of pleasure.

For a moment he looks angry, “It’s just looks”.  Then the moment has passed and he’s touching me again.  He reaches out and traces my lips, along my chin and down my neck.  He gently circles my breasts and then pulls the lace down to pull my nipples with his fingers.  My back arches in response as he encircles my left nipple with his mouth and sucks.  I’m so turned on and ready for more.  I try to press my body against his to create more friction but he holds me back, “slow” he growls “I’m in charge tonight”.

I still immediately and wait for him to continue.  He torments each breast and then slides lower, licking across my stomach and down to the tops of my panties.  He presses his palm against my mound and I can’t help but push back I’m so turned on.  No one has ever tormented me this way.  He keeps my thong on and licks between my folds through the fabric.  The feeling is sensual and instantly has we dripping.  He pulls my panties to the side and licks my wetness.  I’m panting and grab him by the hair as I push against his mouth.  He pushes back against the wall for support as my knees become weak. He flicks my clit with his tongue and I almost come. But then he moves down my wet pussy to suck and pull at my entrance inserting his tongue inside my wanting cunt.  I push against him and my hips move of their own accord.  He runs a finger through my folds to gather my wetness and then inserts two fingers into my hungry opening.  His tongue returns to my clit and circles it.  I pull his hair and pump against his beautiful mouth as I scream my release.  I collapse against him and realize he’s still fully clothed.

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Izzy, a woman shattered by the man who was supposed to protect and cherish her, sets out on a journey to mend her broken heart and discovers a passion greater than she had ever imagined.

Valentino, a man driven to expand his family’s empire and bury his own tormented past, finds a desire that runs deeper than the vines he tends.

Enthralled with each other, Izzy and Valentino want a real relationship but can’t let go of their painful pasts.  Izzy, seeks her independence while still trying to hold onto Valentino, but he will not settle for pieces of her love and halfhearted trust.  Will these two broken souls, who were brought together by fate and bound by an irresistible attraction, be strong enough to overcome their own insecurities and give love a chance.

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About the Author: 

Shannon Casey was born in Turlock, California, the second oldest of eight children.  Being the only girl she had to use her imagination to entertain herself.  She was also a tom boy who never let the fact that she was a girl slow her down.  She learned to ride horses better than the boys and practiced her hand at roping and barrel racing.

She married her high school sweet heart during her senior year and became a mother at seventeen, but she didn’t let that slow her down.  Her daughter became her motivation to obtain her college degree and create a better life for them.  Shannon graduated from CSU Stanislaus in 1997 and soon after had her second daughter.  She went on to obtain two master degrees in psychology, two credentials and a private license.

During her career as a psychologist she never gave up her dream of becoming an author, but as the years passed she never found the time to actually write.   Like most people, the daily grind and spending time with her children took precedence over her desire to create.

Then she met her second husband, Corey Casey, through her older brother Anthony.  They married in March 2008.  When her son was born in July 2009 it was the perfect time for her to cut her hours to part time.  Corey inspired her to pick up her pen and write, telling her that she would never know unless she tried.   Since that time, she has written her first novel, traveled and found her creative outlet.

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