What inspired me to write this story? Well,
for this one there’s a simple answer! I love Barcelona (in fact I’m off there
this weekend) – there’s something about the atmosphere, the mix of the new and
the old, and then there are the tapas bars...
One of my favourite pastimes is to sit at a
bar, with a nice glass of red wine at hand, eyeing up the delicious pinchos
(and trying not to eat too many!), people watching. Because a good bar or café
is one of the best places a writer like me can be.
I was sitting in one of my favourite bars
this time last year, watching one of the sexy waiters flirting with a customer and
there was obviously some chemistry between them, which got me thinking…
I hope everyone enjoys reading the story as
much as I enjoyed writing it – it was fun!
Food critic Ellie Chiltern isn’t happy when
she’s sent to review Pinchos tapas bar, the waiter is more Birmingham than
Barcelona and the tapas are as lukewarm as her last relationship. She’s
struggling to find a positive, until she’s confronted by the only authentic
piece of Spain in the bar – Lucas.
When Lucas Martinez sees Ellie, he realises she could be the final nail in the coffin – or the ideal person to help turn the place and its image around. But persuading her to trust him isn’t easy – especially when there’s something burning between them that’s far spicier than the food ever was.
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When Lucas Martinez sees Ellie, he realises she could be the final nail in the coffin – or the ideal person to help turn the place and its image around. But persuading her to trust him isn’t easy – especially when there’s something burning between them that’s far spicier than the food ever was.
Available from - Amazon (UK), Amazon (US), Xcite Books
"Don’t –" Too late.
Her hair tumbled down and her whole body swayed towards him of its own accord.
He slowly twirled a ringlet of her hair round his finger and she didn’t feel
like she dare move; a tug, a gentle pull that sent a tingle through her scalp,
all the way down between her thighs. She swallowed. "Maybe I …" Should go, but she didn’t want to. His
thumb brushed over her lips and they parted automatically so that she could
taste his skin, run the tip of her tongue over the salty flesh. "I can’t, I shouldn’t,
you’re bad news for me, you know."
He ran the thumb up
over her cheekbone. "Really?"
"You’ve just given
me a day to remember for all the wrong reasons."
"I could make it a
day to remember for all the right reasons." His breath was warm against her
neck. His fingers played in
her hair, sending bad thoughts through her body.
"No." It didn’t sound convincing even to her own ears. "Who was that woman?"
"Later."
His
finger moved slowly across her lips and she caught the tip instinctively
between her teeth, circled it with her tongue, her gaze locked with his.
"Can
I kiss you?" There was something about the catch in his voice that seemed to
tug her closer to him.
She
might have nodded, or she might not, but he knew. The warmth of his palm was
against her neck, his fingers at the nape and then threading through her hair,
massaging gently until she couldn’t help but close the gap between them. She
wanted him, needed him. His mouth was above hers; the tip of his tongue ran
over her lips as his hand reached out for her waist and he eased her gently
back until the cold of the wall hit her shoulders.
Zara Stoneley has been writing stories for as long as she’s been reading them.
She submitted her first novel, a thriller, to a UK publisher when she was
twelve years old.
After moving on to romance, she started off
writing contemporary romance with a bit of sizzle, and then discovered she
liked hot and erotic too. Her erotic work has been published by Xcite Books and
Breathless Press. She also writes contemporary romance under the name Susie
Medwell, and her latest romance is due to be published by Lyrical Press 6th
May 2013.
Zara loves her family, sunshine, wine, good
food, caffeine, cats, music, writing and reading - but not necessarily in that
order!
WHERE TO FIND ZARA