I Heard Your Voice by Tanith Davenport
Genre: Paranormal
erotic romance
Publisher:
Total-e-Bound
ISBN: 978-1-78184-105-1
Number of pages: 68
Word Count: 20,000
Cover Artist: Posh
Gosh
Book Description:
Tamar Steele’s life was never
supposed to be like this. A sensitive working with a team of paranormal
investigators, she is trapped in a loveless relationship with the team’s
medium, Reed James, who believes that having sex on haunted ground enhances
paranormal activity. Tamar maintains their partnership for the sake of the
crew, forcing herself to ignore the burgeoning sexual tension between her and
fellow investigator Jason Bray.
Until one night when, alone
and bored, Tamar sings to herself and is knocked to the ground by an invisible
force. Somehow she is able to invoke spirits with the power of her voice. And
one particular sexy, matchmaking spirit is determined to turn her life upside
down.
Excerpt:
The car park was deserted, shadowy. They crossed to the left-hand corner, not speaking, not touching. Tamar unbuttoned her coat as they walked and let it hang open as she unfastened her jeans. As she unlocked the door, she heard a rustle behind her, but didn’t turn round. That would be Reed retrieving a condom.
Opening the rear door, she threw her coat into the footwell before climbing inside on all fours. The seat bounced beneath her as Reed crawled in behind her—then the car rocked slightly with the slam of the door.
She felt his hands tug at her waistband, taking her knickers with it, then his warm weight was on her back and her thighs parted automatically as she felt him enter her on the first thrust.
“Oh yeah,” Reed breathed in her ear. “So tight.”
One of his hands slid under her sweater, pushing her bra upwards to caress her bare breast. Tamar gasped as his thumb ran over one pebbled nipple, the sensation sparking something inside her. She ran her hand down her body to the fork of her thighs, already wet, and toyed with her soft folds.
Reed groaned, his movements quickening, his hips crashing against hers with every thrust. Clutching at the seat, Tamar pressed her fingers to her clit, moaning, her pleasure beginning to mount. She dropped her head onto her arm, muffling her cries in her sleeve as her body jolted under Reed’s, his voice echoing inside the car, oh God and yes and fuck and she was so close, so fucking close—tingling, aching, needing, yes—
“Oh!” Reed gasped and tightened his arms around her, crushing her to him. Tamar arched and groaned, grinding out her own orgasm against her hand.
For a second they were still, both trembling with aftershocks.
Then Reed let Tamar drop heavily onto the seat, rolling himself into a seated position. Tamar shifted onto her side and watched him peel off the condom—unceremoniously dropping it onto the floor - and swiftly re-fasten his jeans before closing his eyes and touching his index fingers to his temples.
“Yes. Oh, I am on fire tonight.” He raised a fist in the air in triumph. “Go me!”
Then, without another look or word, he opened the car door and was gone, slamming it behind him with a force that rocked the chassis.
Rolling onto her back, Tamar pulled up her knickers and jeans. She cast a glance of distaste at the leaking condom and climbed out of the car, wincing slightly as another stab of pain wracked her body. Reed’s ritual had done her back no favours.
Opening the rear door, she threw her coat into the footwell before climbing inside on all fours. The seat bounced beneath her as Reed crawled in behind her—then the car rocked slightly with the slam of the door.
She felt his hands tug at her waistband, taking her knickers with it, then his warm weight was on her back and her thighs parted automatically as she felt him enter her on the first thrust.
“Oh yeah,” Reed breathed in her ear. “So tight.”
One of his hands slid under her sweater, pushing her bra upwards to caress her bare breast. Tamar gasped as his thumb ran over one pebbled nipple, the sensation sparking something inside her. She ran her hand down her body to the fork of her thighs, already wet, and toyed with her soft folds.
Reed groaned, his movements quickening, his hips crashing against hers with every thrust. Clutching at the seat, Tamar pressed her fingers to her clit, moaning, her pleasure beginning to mount. She dropped her head onto her arm, muffling her cries in her sleeve as her body jolted under Reed’s, his voice echoing inside the car, oh God and yes and fuck and she was so close, so fucking close—tingling, aching, needing, yes—
“Oh!” Reed gasped and tightened his arms around her, crushing her to him. Tamar arched and groaned, grinding out her own orgasm against her hand.
For a second they were still, both trembling with aftershocks.
Then Reed let Tamar drop heavily onto the seat, rolling himself into a seated position. Tamar shifted onto her side and watched him peel off the condom—unceremoniously dropping it onto the floor - and swiftly re-fasten his jeans before closing his eyes and touching his index fingers to his temples.
“Yes. Oh, I am on fire tonight.” He raised a fist in the air in triumph. “Go me!”
Then, without another look or word, he opened the car door and was gone, slamming it behind him with a force that rocked the chassis.
Rolling onto her back, Tamar pulled up her knickers and jeans. She cast a glance of distaste at the leaking condom and climbed out of the car, wincing slightly as another stab of pain wracked her body. Reed’s ritual had done her back no favours.
Interview:
- Where did you get the idea
for the novel?
I was watching a lot of “Most
Haunted” at the time, which gave me the initial idea of a paranormal
investigator encountering a ghost while conducting a vigil. The character of
Reed, the arrogant medium who in the beginning has my heroine trapped in a
loveless relationship, came later, although I should point out that he wasn’t
based on any of the mediums I met while doing my research!
- Your title. Who came up with
it? Did you ever change your title?
Originally it was “Hear My Voice”
but I thought “I Heard Your Voice” had a slightly spookier feel to it.
- Which came first, the title
or the novel?
The novel idea came first. I had
had the idea of a paranormal investigator who sang for some time.
- Why did you pick this genre?
What do you like about it?
I didn’t consciously pick erotic
romance – if anything it picked me! The advantage of it is that I can write in
a huge number of sub-genres, such as paranormal, campus, cowboy etc. without
moving far from my comfort zone, which is handy because I have a lot of
wide-ranging ideas.
- Since becoming a writer,
what’s the most exciting thing to ever happen to you?
Being shortlisted for the Joan
Hessayon Award. Winning would have been even more exciting, but the ceremony
with the other nominees was definitely an event to remember. It wasn’t the
first time I’d felt like a writer, but it was the first time I felt like a
really good one.
- What book are you currently
reading or what was the last book you read?
I’m currently reading “The Song
of Achilles” by Madeline Miller. I’ve been reading a lot of YA dystopia lately
so thought I’d have a change.
- What was your first book
that you ever wrote (very first one you wrote, not published)?
The first book I wrote was about
a young actress in Islington who fell in love with her co-star. It was called
“Goodnight Craig” and it was absolutely terrible. Mind you, I was fifteen at
the time, so for that age it probably wasn’t too bad.
- What is your writing
process?
I'm a planner - I have to know
what's coming up or I'll just sit and stare at the screen. Because I have a day
job I set myself an hour every night to write a specific section and keep
chipping away at it until it's done.
- Who are your favorite
authors of all time?
I would have to say Lauren
Oliver, Philippa Gregory and Arthur Conan Doyle. They are the few authors who
have never written a line I didn’t like.
- At a book signing, do you
just sign your name or do you write a note? How do you come up with stuff
to say?
I’ve never done a book signing,
but I don’t think I’m at the stage yet where I would have a queue stretching
out the door, so I might well write a note with my signature.
- What is something people
would be surprised to know about you?
I love watching American
football. I got into it while writing my debut novel and have been addicted
ever since.
- How
do you react to a bad review?
I pout for a while,
have a glass of wine and a slice of cheesecake, and then try to forget about
it. They’re painful to read but everyone’s entitled to their opinion – I don’t
respond to them.
- How
did you celebrate the sale of your first book?
My husband and I
were already on our way out when I received the email accepting my debut novel,
so we continued to the restaurant and got very drunk on champagne cocktails.
About the Author:
Tanith Davenport
lives in Yorkshire with her long-suffering husband and pampered cats. Her
interests range wildly between rock music and modern cinema to medieval
literature and the language of flowers. She loves to travel and dreams of one
day taking a driving tour of the United States, preferably in a classic 1950s
pink Cadillac Eldorado.
Tanith's idea of
heaven is an Indian head massage with a Mojito at her side.
Giveaway:
Thanks for having me on here!
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