Those who like their romances short yet steamy will want to add One Night in San Francisco by Cass Peterson to their bookshelf. Keep reading to get a tantalizing taste of this short story as well as learning about the spunky heroine from Ms. Peterson herself. You'll also get my impressions of this book and then learn even more by visiting the other blogs hosting this tour. Make sure to fill out the form for the chance to win a $10 ARe GC too!
Hello - my name’s Cass Peterson and I’m here to tell you something about the heroine of my brand new novella, One Night in San Francisco. Her name’s Nicky, and I’ll let her describe herself, as she prepares to hit the streets of San Francisco:
‘Well, you look fairly fuckable, I must say,’ I told myself. My stomach was flat and my breasts were firm and quite full for a small person. I was slimmer than I’d ever been - since Simon left my appetite hadn’t been great – my hair flowed out around my shoulders in a cloud of black curls and my cheeks were faintly flushed from the heat of the bathroom. I had to find Liam. I need him to see me properly; not messy after a night flight but naked and in his room, maybe with some champagne to share. He could trickle it over my tits and lick it off.
Nicky is fresh from a very unsatisfactory relationship with Simon, her previous selfish lover who turned out to prefer Nicky’s friend’s boyfriend. She’s on a stop off in San Fran on the way to visit her brother, and is in need of some serious satisfaction when she meets Liam on the plane.
Her confidence has been badly dented by Simon’s lack of interest but she immediately senses that Liam might be the one to put the spice back into her life, if only for a few short hours. He is sensual, gorgeous and attentive - how can she have lost track of him so quickly?
San Francisco begins to work its magic on Nicky as soon as she arrives, but can she find Liam again before their time runs out?
‘Well, you look fairly fuckable, I must say,’ I told myself. My stomach was flat and my breasts were firm and quite full for a small person. I was slimmer than I’d ever been - since Simon left my appetite hadn’t been great – my hair flowed out around my shoulders in a cloud of black curls and my cheeks were faintly flushed from the heat of the bathroom. I had to find Liam. I need him to see me properly; not messy after a night flight but naked and in his room, maybe with some champagne to share. He could trickle it over my tits and lick it off.
Nicky is fresh from a very unsatisfactory relationship with Simon, her previous selfish lover who turned out to prefer Nicky’s friend’s boyfriend. She’s on a stop off in San Fran on the way to visit her brother, and is in need of some serious satisfaction when she meets Liam on the plane.
Her confidence has been badly dented by Simon’s lack of interest but she immediately senses that Liam might be the one to put the spice back into her life, if only for a few short hours. He is sensual, gorgeous and attentive - how can she have lost track of him so quickly?
San Francisco begins to work its magic on Nicky as soon as she arrives, but can she find Liam again before their time runs out?
EXCERPT:
I wondered what Jack was doing right now. The thought of my little brother was immediately cheering and I suddenly knew if he was here, he’d tell me to stop being such a misery and get on with my day. If it was meant to be that I’d find Liam, it’d happen somehow. I headed back towards the town again. It was time to start doing what I’d come here to do. And first, the cable cars.
Plunging into one of the steeper streets, I found one of the stopping places and with only a vague idea of where the cab was heading, jumped on board. There was no room to sit inside and anyway, it was good to be out in the sunshine. I felt my heart lighten as I stood on the footplate nearest the road, hanging on tightly to the rail and gasping as we breasted the hill. The views were spectacular – tiny streets branched off in all directions and every time there was a gap in the tall buildings, the deep blue of the sea was breath-taking.
Down we plunged again, and the driver, who seemed to have seen me coming and thought ‘sucker’, teased me as we plummeted towards the lower streets, pretending the creaky old wooden brakes were broken. I could tell this was an old joke – the more seasoned travellers on board were either grinning at the expression on my face or looking away, bored, but I realised I was at last letting myself have fun.
As we began the long climb to the top of the next rise, I heard shouting. Where was it coming from? The woman next to me nudged my arm. ‘Hey, honey – I think those guys are yelling at you.’
I peered into the road and saw a huge white cab was keeping pace with the cable car and two men were leaning out of its windows bellowing my name at the tops of their voices. Liam was waving frantically from the front seat, and in the back, a large, red faced man was doing the same.
‘Nicky! Get off the cable car! No, not right now ...’ Liam shouted as the driver slowed down for the steepest part of the hill and I tried to jump, over excited at the sight of him.
‘Jeez. Give me a minute to stop. Do you want me to lose my job, lady?’ The driver was less than impressed by my lunacy. We ground to a halt at the next official stop and the car did the same. Liam leapt out and flung his arms around me as the passengers cheered and cat called.
‘Nicky, thank God. I thought I’d lost you,’ Liam panted, hugging me so hard my ribs were in danger of cracking. I wrapped my arms around him and breathed in the wonderful scent of clean man with a touch of spicy aftershave thrown in.
‘Get a room, guys,’ yelled the driver, gesticulating at Clint to move on. The traffic was building up behind him, and horns were honking madly. Liam pulled me into the back seat of the car – the large man had got into the front and was gesturing rudely at the cable car driver.
‘Oh, they will, no worries on that score,’ he shouted, and Clint tooted his horn in celebration as we carried on up the hill.
Plunging into one of the steeper streets, I found one of the stopping places and with only a vague idea of where the cab was heading, jumped on board. There was no room to sit inside and anyway, it was good to be out in the sunshine. I felt my heart lighten as I stood on the footplate nearest the road, hanging on tightly to the rail and gasping as we breasted the hill. The views were spectacular – tiny streets branched off in all directions and every time there was a gap in the tall buildings, the deep blue of the sea was breath-taking.
Down we plunged again, and the driver, who seemed to have seen me coming and thought ‘sucker’, teased me as we plummeted towards the lower streets, pretending the creaky old wooden brakes were broken. I could tell this was an old joke – the more seasoned travellers on board were either grinning at the expression on my face or looking away, bored, but I realised I was at last letting myself have fun.
As we began the long climb to the top of the next rise, I heard shouting. Where was it coming from? The woman next to me nudged my arm. ‘Hey, honey – I think those guys are yelling at you.’
I peered into the road and saw a huge white cab was keeping pace with the cable car and two men were leaning out of its windows bellowing my name at the tops of their voices. Liam was waving frantically from the front seat, and in the back, a large, red faced man was doing the same.
‘Nicky! Get off the cable car! No, not right now ...’ Liam shouted as the driver slowed down for the steepest part of the hill and I tried to jump, over excited at the sight of him.
‘Jeez. Give me a minute to stop. Do you want me to lose my job, lady?’ The driver was less than impressed by my lunacy. We ground to a halt at the next official stop and the car did the same. Liam leapt out and flung his arms around me as the passengers cheered and cat called.
‘Nicky, thank God. I thought I’d lost you,’ Liam panted, hugging me so hard my ribs were in danger of cracking. I wrapped my arms around him and breathed in the wonderful scent of clean man with a touch of spicy aftershave thrown in.
‘Get a room, guys,’ yelled the driver, gesticulating at Clint to move on. The traffic was building up behind him, and horns were honking madly. Liam pulled me into the back seat of the car – the large man had got into the front and was gesturing rudely at the cable car driver.
‘Oh, they will, no worries on that score,’ he shouted, and Clint tooted his horn in celebration as we carried on up the hill.
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MY IMPRESSIONS OF THIS BOOK:
Those looking for a story teeming with emotional foreplay will get just that with this short and intensely erotic tale. The author pulls you in from the start vividly depicting the romanticism of San Francisco. From there we're introduced to the main couple in a memorable way. Liam and Nicky are both likable with charm and playfulness in abundance. Their first meeting oozes sexual tension and their banter crackles with sensuality. From this sexy start and with a few clever plot devices, as well as an endearing cast of secondary characters, there's much to like about this book but also a few flaws.
The story has the main characters separated for a large part of the time so when they finally connect it's all about sex with very little time for a deeper connection. Both characters have issues about sex caused by past lovers which has left them doubting their abilities to please the other and looking for affirmations. There's also issues with distance as they both live thousands of miles apart. While it's clear courtesy of lots of steamy sexual interludes that they're a perfect match in bed, there's no time to deal with other issues which gives the story a HFN feel once the final page is turned. On a whole, fans of erotica will enjoy this tantalizing tale but from start to finish this story is a sexy appetizer that's filling but leaves you wanting more.
The story has the main characters separated for a large part of the time so when they finally connect it's all about sex with very little time for a deeper connection. Both characters have issues about sex caused by past lovers which has left them doubting their abilities to please the other and looking for affirmations. There's also issues with distance as they both live thousands of miles apart. While it's clear courtesy of lots of steamy sexual interludes that they're a perfect match in bed, there's no time to deal with other issues which gives the story a HFN feel once the final page is turned. On a whole, fans of erotica will enjoy this tantalizing tale but from start to finish this story is a sexy appetizer that's filling but leaves you wanting more.
My rating for this is a C+
*I got this book from the author for review in exchange for my honest opinion.
AUTHOR INFO:
Cass Peterson is passionate about many things; her family, writing, chocolate, wine, cake, curry, gin, sunlit beaches, moonlit bedrooms and good novels to name but a few. At the moment she spends a good chunk of her time working on the day job, but she tries to fit the other passions in as often as possible.
She is a cat lover, an all-weather walker, a reader and reviewer of contemporary romance and an enthusiastic cook.
Cass likes to laugh, especially at Bill Bailey, Victoria Wood, Michael Palin and Eddie Izzard. She would happily live next door to any of these comedians.
WEBSITE: http://casspeterson.co.ukShe is a cat lover, an all-weather walker, a reader and reviewer of contemporary romance and an enthusiastic cook.
Cass likes to laugh, especially at Bill Bailey, Victoria Wood, Michael Palin and Eddie Izzard. She would happily live next door to any of these comedians.
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