Please give a warm welcome for guest author Tanith Davenport! Tanith joins us as part of her virtual book tour presented by Bewitching Book Tours to promote her new release, THE HAND HE DEALT. Welcome Tanith!
Let's Get Rocked
There’s something deeply erotic about rock stars.
Maybe it’s to do with the music. Rock music is wild, rough, passionate, and by extension so are the men (and women) who perform it. Combine this with long hair and tight leather trousers and you’ve got a sex god who would make anyone wet. When Jon Bon Jovi shouted out to Huddersfield Stadium that “If the sheriff comes for me, I know forty thousand beds I could hide under!” every girl in that crowd was thinking “Under? Forget under!”
One of my current WIPs is set within a rock band’s entourage, which gives me a chance to thoroughly indulge myself. However, for The Hand He Dealt, I couldn’t resist adding a little extra sex appeal to my hero Ash and giving him an electric guitar – and after that, well, he just insisted on performing on stage, despite getting a scene where he played Smells Like Teen Spirit in his fraternity house bedroom.
For me, the stage scene summed up everything I loved about Ash as a character – physicality, passion, and that delicious arrogance and raw sexuality that radiates from a good rock frontman. As a person, Ash is cool and inarticulate; as a performer, his emotions ring in every note.
Also intrinsic to the eroticism of rock music is the atmosphere of the performance; the heat, the excitement, the electricity in the air.
And showing that, as well as the physical effect it has on two of the characters, was one of the best parts of writing the story – no clues, but I’ve been tempted to slip outside with someone after a rock performance too…
by Tanith Davenport
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Astra Scott likes to live life to the full. A sorority girl and Gaming Management student, she spends her days studying and practicing guitar, and her nights partying or working at the Fountain Casino, where she has an internship as part of her final semester. The only blot on her landscape is Ash Drake, her best friend Sasha’s boyfriend. Arrogant, physical and blond, Ash has never forgiven Astra for her rejection months earlier and enjoys annoying her at every turn.
But when Astra’s boyfriend Harry reveals a shocking secret, Astra responds in the only way she can think of: by finding a way to take on a more attractive, masculine role in the relationship. Her experimentation with sex toys finds a surprising outlet in Sasha, but when Ash discovers their secret and wants to get involved, Astra finds herself torn between dislike and desire… and as their undercover relationship grows, Astra finds herself falling in love, a path she feels can only end in heartbreak.
For Ash may be the only man whose own fantasies are a match for hers, but can she knowingly steal his affections from her best friend?
Two hours later, and Astra stood in front of her bedroom mirror, holding in one hand the toy she had bought from Amy’s Delights.
Rubber underwear was laced through her fingers, a small plastic remote control dangling below on the end of a long cord. And attached to the front—
It was a strap-on.
It was a strap-on dildo.
And it was purple.
A purple length of shiny plastic. A perfect simulacrum of a veined, circumcised penis, five inches long and of a thickness Astra considered average, just the right width to wrap a hand around.
She stared at her reflection for a long time, contemplating the dildo, before slowly drawing it back towards her body, holding it against her stomach.
One foot through the straps, two feet…rubber caught against denim-clad legs, but after a moment’s struggle the strap-on dildo was in place, and Astra’s image stood in front of her, the purple dick jutting out in front like the hilt of a sword.
Slowly she rotated her hips, watching the dildo glide from side to side, before stopping abruptly with a giggle.
Shit. It looks like a fucking light sabre.
Watching herself in the mirror, she closed one hand around its length, giving it a tentative stroke.
She tried it again, this time holding the remote control and flicking the switch. A sudden buzzing, accompanied by a muted vibration through her jeans, made her jolt sharply.
Flipping the switch again, she rocked her hips slowly, her eyes glazing. In her mind formed a picture of Harry’s smooth back and bare buttocks, thighs parting to receive her, Harry’s voice gasping, begging for more, more, please, more…
The switch snapped off.
Astra eyed herself coolly, squaring her shoulders, her legs automatically widening into a masculine stance.
Tanith Davenport began writing at the age of sixteen as a way of utilizing her ability to drift into daydreams at any hour of the day or night. Her interests range between rock music and modern cinema to medieval literature and classical singing. 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.
“The Hand He Dealt” is Tanith’s debut novel and was released by Total-e-Bound Publishing on 13 June 2011.
Would you like to win an ecopy of The Hand He Dealt? One copy is being given away tour wide. To enter just leave a comment at one or all of the stops along the tour A winner will be chosen from all the tour stops after the tour ends. The winner will be announced on the Bewitching Book Tours site.