BREATHLESS PRESS ANNIVERSARY TOUR- SPOTLIGHT/ GUEST POST/ GIVEAWAY WITH CASEY SHERIDAN

Welcome to my stop on the Breathless Press Anniversary Tour.

Breathless Press Fourth Anniversary

 Breathless Press is an e-book publisher specializing in Romance and Erotic(a) stories.

Our mission statement is simple: To provide the opportunity for readers to connect with romance authors through the purchasing of quality e-books at a low price.

Starting in the summer of 2009, Breathless Press came into existence. Since then, we have been producing top end romance and erotic stories for valued readers to enjoy.

The First Time I Saw You

She quickly turned her back to them, and as she did, she slammed right into a wall of muscle.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Melodie gasped, and when her gaze traveled up from the broad shoulders, they locked with a pair of steely gray eyes that were almost colorless and set in a handsome face.

The eyes that could look deep into her most secret of souls glanced quickly down at her name tag and immediately softened with humor. The sensuous mouth split into a wide grin that showed off white but not quite so perfect teeth; one front tooth slightly overlapped the other. It was the sexiest smile she’d ever seen. Then again, it could have been the dimples too.

“My pleasure. I haven’t been this close to sixty-nine in a long time.” His voice was smooth and rich like fine chocolate, deeply masculine and oh so sexy. – excerpt from Number 69by Casey Sheridan

I always love hearing stories about how couples met. That first meeting, the first thoughts and impressions made are things I find fascinating.

My mom and step-dad met when I was about three or four years old. A mutual friend set them up. Apparently, it took some doing to get them both in the same place at the same time. One seemed to have something happen to make him/her late and they would arrive after the other left.

According to my mom, she fell asleep on their first date (out until all hours) and she farted in her sleep. I'm guessing my step-dad told her this, and knowing my mom, I believe it.

Obviously at some point they got together (despite the farting, or maybe because of it J), or my step-dad would never have become my step-dad.

Then there's the story of the employers at my day job, Mr. and Mrs. X. They met while in college when Mrs. X was still Miss Y. At the time, Miss Y was dating someone else and Mr. X was a friend of this boyfriend.

One day, Mr. X, spying his friend, went over to say hello and was thus introduced to Miss Y.

Mr. X was so smitten, when he left to go to class he couldn't take his eyes off Miss Y and walked right into the door frame, leaving a lasting impression on both the door frame and Miss Y.

Whether romantic or humorous, that first time you meet your love will always be special and a story worthy of telling and retelling many times.

Tell me….how did you meet your husband/wife, or boyfriend/girlfriend? What was your first impression of them?

Gazing down at her and smiling, Elliott asked, “Would you like to go somewhere for dinner? I know a nice Spanish restaurant that’s not too far away. The food is excellent, and tonight they have live entertainment. A flamenco guitarist by the name of Blake de Marco is playing. Besides, I’d like to get to know you better, have an actual conversation, and get your number, all that stuff. That is how people still go about dating, isn’t it?”

Melodie grinned up at him. She didn’t want the night to end yet. “Sounds great. I’d loveto.” –excerpt from Number 69 by Casey Sheridan available from Breathless Press

About Casey Sheridan -

Like most authors, Casey Sheridan began writing when she was very young. It was later in life when she read her first piece of erotica and it was on a dare that she wrote her first erotic story.

Casey’s work has been published by Breathless Press and Cobblestone Press, and her short fiction has been published on various erotic web sites.

You can find her on the Web at:

Website/blog – Facebook – Twitter – Goodreads – Amazon -Authorgraph

 

NUMBER 69 by Casey Sheridan 

Blurb:

A matchmaking party was not Melodie's idea of fun, and wearing vibrating panties was just plain weird. Or was it?

Should she go to the party? After all, she just might meet Mr. Right. And if he doesn't show, she has the vibrating panties to keep things interesting.

Buy links:

Breathless Press – Amazon – Barnes&Noble – All Romance eBooks - Smashwords

Excerpt:

Melodie gave the attendant a smile while he held the glass door,

and she stepped over the threshold into the magnificent lobby. Her

heart raced, and she clutched her little black evening bag while she

looked around.

The Crystal Hotel was one of the oldest structures in the downtown

area and owned by arguably the wealthiest family in town. It

was a dream come true, and probably a once in a lifetime event to go

to an upscale gathering at such an elegant establishment.

Giant marble columns supported a pastoral painted ceiling. Radiant

crystal and gold chandeliers hung from ornate plaster medallions

like bejeweled earrings. She looked around in awe, speechless at the

grandeur of the stately old building so meticulously cared for.

Melodie descended off the landing not exactly certain where she

was supposed to go. A plush red carpet rolled out across the marble

floor and led to the highly polished, expansive mahogany front desk.

Rooted to the spot, she stared at the wide curving staircase that

flowed down from the second floor.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have a room at the hotel and climb such

an elegant staircase to get to it? She made good money at her job but

not that much money.

Elevator doors slid open, letting out numerous passengers only to

take in as many new ones. People sat on the carved Victorian furniture

and chatted with one another, read the paper, talked on their cell

phones, or tapped away on their laptops. She smiled at the contradiction

of modern technology next to period pieces from the 1890s.

The lobby’s soft lighting and small groupings of chairs and settees

gave the expansive room a warm atmosphere, and Melodie began to

relax.

She spied the doors to the ballroom and headed toward them

when she caught her reflection in a large, ornate gilt mirror that hung

over a fireplace. The image smiled back at her. No one, not even Trudy,

could say she looked like a grandmother anymore.

She ran her hand down the silk fabric of her new dress.

“Every girl needs a little black dress.” At least that’s what the sales

lady at the shop told her when she bought it. Her dress was indeed

little. It complimented her curves and accentuated her large breasts.

The new lace bra she bought to wear with the dress gave her great

cleavage, even if she did say so herself.

The vibrating panties puzzled her. She’d received them in the

mail about two weeks ago. Black lace and nicely made, a silver vibrating

bullet slipped into a little pocket in the crotch which nestled

nicely between the lips of her pussy and against her clit, but when she

examined the box, there was no remote. She could’ve sworn her RSVP

had said remote-controlled panties. How else would they work? She

didn’t see an on/off switch. Tonight she’d find out.

Stepping closer to the mirror, she checked her makeup and

smoothed her hair. She had a hard time trying to decide if she should

wear her long hair up or keep it down. In the end, she’d compromised;

she had left it down except for one side that she pulled back and held

with a shiny silver clip.

Inspection complete and satisfied with what she saw, Melodie

headed for the ballroom. A sign set on a gold A-frame stand announced:

BY INVITATION ONLY. LADIES’ ENTRANCE AHEAD.

GENTLEMEN’S ENTRANCE TO THE RIGHT.

Breathless Press will be giving away the following prizes to randomly drawn commenters during the tour:

Grand Prize: 1 Kindle Fire
Second Prize: $25.00 Gift Card for Breathless Press
Third Prize: $10.00 Gift Card for Breathless Press
Fourth Prize: 10 x $5.00 Gift Cards for Breathless Press (individual gift cards, 1 per person)

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