Doing It Free (#3, Doing It) - available now!

Doing It Free is finally out!


Yes, you heard it right, the conclusion to the hot and steamy Doing It series is available now! I finally published it on 08/31/2013 and I'm happy with the results.

For all you lovers of erotic romance, here is a sneak peek: 


Excerpt

The next day, I brought the most daring outfit I could find to work and hid it in the pantry until I got on my break. My boss was out getting some lunch, so I had plenty of time to put on a different set of clothes and hop over to the gas station Finn was at, since it was only a few blocks away.

In my black pantyhose, covered by a short, pink skirt, laced bra popping up under a tight fitted tee, I entered the shop. The doorbell rang and Finn looked up. The comic in his hand dropped on the counter, his eyes widened and his mouth opened slowly.

I grinned. “Hey there, pretty boy,” I said, and I strutted forward, flaunting my goods.

“What are you doing, Grace?”

I laughed and came closer, putting my boobs on the counter as I bent over. While swallowing and gazing at my chest, Finn tried to back away, but I grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss.

I sucked on his lip and ignored his disapproving noises. I chuckled when he managed to slip away, licking my lips. “What’s the matter, don’t like it?”

The left side of his lips curled up into a cheeky smile. “Oh, I do, but it’s safer this way.”
I chortled. “Oh, I bet.” I looked around for something I could eat for lunch and decided to go with the vegetarian salad I saw lying in the cooling section. “I’d like one of those,” I said, pointing at the salad.

“What? This? Is that all you’re going to eat?” he said, grabbing the salad.

“Yeah, it’s more than enough for me.”
“Grace …” he sighed and rested his hands on the counter. “We’ve already been through this … please just eat some more. Don’t be afraid of food. You look beautiful.”

I rolled my eyes. “I know, Finn. Thanks. I’m okay, I’m not stressing over it anymore like I used to. I can eat perfectly fine now.”

“But just a tiny bit,” he said.

“Yeah.” I put the salad in my bag before he could snatch it away again and placed the money on the counter.

He kept his eyes on me, brows furrowed, lips pursed, as if he still wasn’t convinced.

“Oh, come on Finn, stop worrying about me. I’m fine. Perky and peachy as ever,” I said with a cheesy smile and he laughed at me.

I turned around and started walking away again, but then I remembered my plan and I wanted to entice him just a little bit more. I knocked over a bag of chips that was on the edge of a shelf and said, “Oops!”

Bending over, with my knees straight and my ass pointing at Finn, I grabbed the bag and slowly came up again. I was sure he’d seen my transparent panties. Turning my head was the best thing I did since I came here. The expression on his face was priceless.

I chuckled and blew him a kiss in the air. “See you tonight, Finn.”

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Doing It Risqué is FREE for 2 days! I think that calls for a little celebration :D
So for that reason, I'll share with you a short excerpt of book 2:

Then I heard a scratching noise coming from the window just behind my desk. I looked up and saw a familiar person climbing through the framework.

“Finn!” I shouted, a bit too loud, and slapped my hand in front of my face. Shit, shut up, Grace. Nobody can know I slept with him, let alone that he’s here right now.

I stood up while Finn brushed his brown hair from his eyes and puffed. “That’s a long way up, but I made it.” He gave me a lopsided smile, his crooked nose moved sideways when he laughed and I loved it. I loved every bit of imperfection about him.

He walked over to me and clenched his arms around me, picked me up and twirled me around. “Whoa, Finn!” I yelped. “What are you doing here?” I knew we couldn’t be seen together, even though I wanted him around, this was dangerous.

“I just had to see you,” he said when he put me down again.

I blushed and smiled, but didn’t know quite what to say. I didn’t want him to leave and yet I knew it was only a matter of time until we’d be discovered and he’d be captured by my father. I wanted to avoid that at all cost.

“Finn, you can’t be here. My father will kill you.”

“Relax, I’ve got it covered. My bud’s holding him down on the phone with an offer he can’t resist right now. Only thing he doesn’t know is that it’s a sham.” He chuckled, dimples brightened his face and I couldn’t help but caress his cheek.

“But—” I said.

“Outlaws don’t play by the rules, Grace,” he said, interrupting me. He placed his hand on top of mine. “Nothing will keep you from me.”

He didn’t waste any more time and planted his rugged lips on mine. His fevered kisses were swift and brutal, almost voracious, but also very loving and amorous. When Finn kissed me, it was like everything around me dissipated and my problems ceased to exist. All that was left was me and him, snagged in an eternal vortex of affection.

I folded my arms around his sturdy neck and pulled him closer. The smell of his muggy clothes, the sand and mud stuck to his skin and his sweat that shimmered on his skin was what I cherished. Most people would be abhorred by the dirt, but it was a part of Finn and his job and I adored everything he was, including the imperfections.

His hands drifted from my sides to my back and down to my butt, squeezing it. I jolted up and down from the sudden pinch, but he only pushed himself onto me more. With his tongue he forced my mouth to open and wriggled his way in my mouth, pivoting around. Moaning, I took it with pleasure and my hand slipped down across his hefty back, along the edges of his shoulder blades that stuck out and down his spine toward his butt. Squeezing it, I pulled him even closer and he grunted.

“See, I’m not the only one who can’t resist,” he murmured close to my ear. I chortled a little. Finn planted a few kisses on my neck, just below my ear and I closed my eyes. He trailed his way down toward my collarbones and let his lips slide along it, creating a path of saliva. Then suddenly he cupped his hands below my butt and picked me up from the floor.

I shrieked. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you. I’m the only man allowed, now aren’t I?” he said with a smug, his voice possessive. “Lucky me.”

I grinned as he walked to the other side of the room holding me. “Only you, Finn. I want only you.”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way.” His sudden dominating behavior was arousing and I felt a shiver run through me.

Oh my god, Finn just comes here and takes me like I’m his property! I love it.

With one sweep, he propelled all my paperwork off the desk. I couldn’t care less.

He placed me down on the wooden desk and stood between my legs, which were still entwined behind his back. I was still hanging on his neck, gazing into his emerald eyes which seemed full of carnal desire. It turned me on so much, my panties were getting wet without him even touching them.

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Writing another book!

I have so many projects going on right now. The Enflamed Series is still boiling and burning, am working on book three right now. At the same time I'm writing a new Series under the title "doing it" with each title getting a subtitle such as "wild" and "risqué" and stuff. The first two books are finished and I'll work on part three when part three of Enflamed is done. Phew, so much to do :P
That said, I find it hard to focus on my writings. When I've been writing one novel for so long, switching to another is difficult, because I've almost 'forgotten' how the voices would sound in my head when I write about the characters, if you know what I mean.
It's just all a bit of a climb up the mountain to get a feeling for it again.

Anyway, I'm also in the process of figuring out if and when I want to write a full novel, as in, at least 60k words. I'm still doubting whether I can or cannot, but it mostly depends on the plot I'm able to think of, and up 'till now, it isn't very big. I will ponder about it more, let it simmer a bit, maybe I will find out it's easier than I thought.

I'm also wondering whether or not it's okay for an erotic writer to publish other genres as well. I write a lot of other stuff too, but I'm afraid it might feel clunky to readers if I'd ever write something that doesn't belong in the same genre as all the other books. If you guys have any ideas about this, please do share :)


Clarissa


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