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Today I have the pleasure of welcoming and introducing a new author in the erotic romance genre to my blog. He is Jaz Hartfield. So, allow me tell you a bit about him.
Jaz Hartfield is a writer and actor who loves travelling. He’s always looking for his next thrill, having tried bungee-jumping, parachuting, white-water rafting, pot-holing and deep sea diving. Jaz has lived in many different places; his favourite parts of the world include New Zealand, Kenya, Ireland and the Lake District in England. Having been on a stag weekend in Amsterdam, Jaz is unwilling to admit whether this story has elements of the truth in it or not.
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Chloe organizes Jo's hen weekend in Amsterdam, glad to get away from the usual boring or married men she sleeps with. Perhaps she'll met some cool guys up for a bit of fun. If not, at least she'll make sure her best friend gets very drunk while they all party in style.
Dean is getting married to Tamsin, but having serious doubts. His mates take him to Amsterdam for one last weekend of debauchery before settling down for the rest of his life. But is Tamsin the right woman for him?
When Chloe and Dean meet in Amsterdam's red-light distract, they are immediately attracted to each other. Dean tries to justify one last fling before marrying Tamsin. Chloe feels bad about having sex with someone else's intended. Yet, a night of amazing sex is exactly what both of them want. So, why shouldn't they just enjoy one night of fantastic, guilt-free sex?
NOW THAT WE KNOW A BIT ABOUT THE BOOK AND AUTHOR , WHY NOT ENJOY AN EXTRACT FROM ONE NIGHT IN AMSTERDAM, ?
Extract from ‘One Night in Amsterdam’ by Jaz Hartfield
“Bloody hell! You’ve got lovely tits, babe.”
Chloe bit her lip, not to suppress a moan of pleasure but to stop herself from voicing her sense of disappointment. Every bloke she went with always told her the same thing. ‘Lovely tits’. Like a mantra. As if these idiots had nothing else going on in their heads. He could at least tell her she was beautiful, or be original and appreciate her legs or arse. She thought they were pretty spectacular too. No, it was always her tits.
When Mike began twisting her nipple as if turning up a thermostat, Chloe considered walking out on him. He’d been quite sweet until now, buying all the drinks and food. She liked being pampered, and he seemed to enjoy looking after her, so she had no real reason to complain. The fact that Mike also happened to be her line manager played a part in this decision too. Rumours abounded of redundancies and this seemed an excellent ploy to avoid that eventuality. The idea of finding another job, however much she hated this one, was depressing. The only real reason she might need a new job was because she was running out of men to sleep with.
When he started touching her, she began to feel something at last. Although slightly rough and haphazard, his rubbing did warm her up and begin a small wave of haziness that helped her to relax. His aim wasn’t good, but she didn’t feel she should give her boss advice, so she went with it.
Chloe moaned a little and sighed, which he seemed to enjoy. Some of the sounds were genuine and she became hopeful. On sensing him shift position, she opened her eyes with a smile. She lay prone and naked underneath him. She’d give it her best shot and hopefully reap some dividends when the company began downsizing.
Chloe decided to take the initiative and tore off his shirt. His chest was hairy and impressively barrelled.
“Hell, Chloe. I’ve been dreaming about you for so long. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this. God, you’re amazing.”
Chloe lay still.
“Do you masturbate, Chloe? I want to watch you touch yourself. Will you do that for me?”
Chloe shrugged, kicked off her knickers, and pressed her middle two fingers between her open legs. She began sweeping slowly up and down her labia, before parting them and inserting two fingers. Mike was obviously so taken by this sight that he began to gawp, wide-eyed. She continued in her own little world, knowing exactly how to bring on the first swathe of deliciousness. This in turn quickly led to a mounting tide of fulfilment. She emptied her mind, treasured the moment; used it to forget all her usual concerns and self-criticism. As the pleasure intensified inside her, she could happily just exist in that moment. Only that very second mattered.
As she increased her pace, she sensed the second and third waves of her orgasm bubbling up and expanding inside her. She could keep going for ages like this. Opening her eyes, she saw Mike still ogling. Chloe swore he was drooling, and she enjoyed having some kind of power over him. This was something she could use to her advantage, when needed.
I WANT TO THANK, JAZ FOR DROPPING BY AND I WISH HIM GREAT SUCCESS WITH ALL HIS WRITING PROJECTS.
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