Nostalgia is a powerful drug. I found myself on a holiday recently which made me stop and think about my own family trips abroad. It’s amazing how the simple things like smells and sounds can transport us back in time. For me, it felt like a different life. That is what inspired A Divine Encounter. I wanted to delve back in time to tell a little more of who Alise is, and how she got here.
The storyline is, of course, quite different from my own holiday! I didn’t meet a charming, erudite Director of Music from Saint-Malo Cathedral on the car deck of a ferry, although a coral concert in a beautiful French church might have inspired me a little.
A Divine Encounter is a much more introspective story than the rest of the series, exploring much more of Alise’s history and character. I hope you find it as interesting as I do and that you enjoy getting to know her as a person much more initmately. What that means however, is that there is less sex than some of my other books! I’d love to know what you think of that.
As with the rest of the series, A Divine Encounter is exclusive to Amazon Kindle, and free with kindleunlimited.
For now, here’s a teaser:
They exited onto the upper deck, a strong wind making André have to strain to push open the door. Alise felt his other arm tense as he did and had to bite her lip as she felt its hardness. From what she’d seen earlier on the car deck, he was well built. This only served to confirm it and to heighten her attraction to him.
Strolling to the railing, they stood for a few moments, silently enjoying the sunset. The strong wind tugged at Alise’s ponytail and her dress, making her have to hold down the hem with her free hand. She shivered, cold air making her skin tighten and her nipples harden beneath the flimsy fabric. The fresh air only seemed to heighten her arousal and her lightheadedness.
“It is very romantic, no?” said André as the last of the sun dipped below the horizon. “To watch the sunset together on a beautiful evening?”
Alise nodded and bit her lip, not trusting herself to answer. Could she really do this? Could she really resist him? Her cabin was huge, not far away, with plenty of room for them both. Her imagination began to run riot, picturing him lifting her into his arms, kissing her deeply, then, in one fluid motion, entering her with his huge cock.
She gasped in surprise when he turned her, breaking the spell, snapping her back to the here and now. She didn’t resist as he leaned down, drawing her into him, and kissing her deeply. All self-restraint gone, she pressed herself against him, not caring if he felt her hardness. She knew she needed him badly, willing even to take him here on the windswept deck.