Cricket Sawyer is a tenacious, compassionate writer. She is open-hearted, adventurous, but also kind and tender. As the butterfly, her totem animal, she sees the ultra violet light and has a highly developed sense of extra sensory perception that allows her to see what others do not. Patterns of her own and other’s lives are revealed to her. She writes because one life isn’t enough, she needs to explore many and varied styles of being—her characters allow her to do that vicariously.
Cricket Sawyer, Accidental Sleuths, Incidental romance, Heat rating, Inferno.
Cricket Sawyer, Accidental Sleuths, Incidental romance, Heat rating, Inferno.
A Woman Betrayed Book 1 in the Fury of Fires Series
Longing for love; dying in a loveless marriage, Cheyenne leaps, but was it from the frying pan into the fire? Her dark knight has baggage of his own and it threatens to destroy them both. Is their love strong enough to concur it all? Exploration, exploitation, passion, lust, and lies.
Excerpt: While Cyan knew she wasn't fully awake, in the back of her mind, she could hear the wind whipping the willow tree, the branches clawing at the house like an angry evil.
She focused on the green ominous glow of the alarm clock. "It's two A.M.," she groaned. Cyan's fitful sleep was disturbed by his dark presence for weeks now the vision of him returned nightly. In the dream she could feel him near her bed. Every time she had the dream it became more explicit. She could see the dark figure staring at her, motioning for her to come to him. She wanted to but something was holding her back. Something deep inside her warned her, this black knight was not there to rescue her. The warning sign flashed, "Danger, danger." She should run, she should not be hypnotized by his black eyes, but she couldn't help herself. Powerless to resist she stared mesmerized, feeling the pull of his lust.
Excerpt: While Cyan knew she wasn't fully awake, in the back of her mind, she could hear the wind whipping the willow tree, the branches clawing at the house like an angry evil.
She focused on the green ominous glow of the alarm clock. "It's two A.M.," she groaned. Cyan's fitful sleep was disturbed by his dark presence for weeks now the vision of him returned nightly. In the dream she could feel him near her bed. Every time she had the dream it became more explicit. She could see the dark figure staring at her, motioning for her to come to him. She wanted to but something was holding her back. Something deep inside her warned her, this black knight was not there to rescue her. The warning sign flashed, "Danger, danger." She should run, she should not be hypnotized by his black eyes, but she couldn't help herself. Powerless to resist she stared mesmerized, feeling the pull of his lust.
What is your favorite Valentine meal? Have you ever thought of the sensual aspects of Spaghetti? If not you need to read VALENTINE EXPRESS a release from Red Rose Publishing and Cricket Sawyer. (http://www.redrosepublishing.com) You will never be able to watch the simmering red sauce erupting like tiny orgasms without thinking of Carrie and Jerome.
Maybe your own youth has some hidden desires you have let lie dormant, something that a certain food conjures up memories of for that time, that place. Sensuous memories are what Valentine Express is all about. Railroad trains and the sexy moan of train whistles, spaghetti menus with sensual saucy memories, balloons red, white and pink, passionate, soft reminders of the explorations of youth– a celebration of love and life.
Cricket Sawyer
http://www.cricket-sawyer.com
Valentine Express Romance and cookbook
ISBN 978-1-60435-652-6
http://www.redrosepublishing.com
Blurb:
Warmed by a cloud of steam and enticed by fragrances of the past mingling with the present, Carrie finds herself drowning in a sea of erotic nostalgia. Remembering each pair of excited hands caressing her skin, teasing her into waves of pleasure, she revisits the sensuality of her youth.
But no matter how ardent the memories, nothing will give her greater pleasures than the ecstasy yet to come.
It seemed spaghetti held all the images and ingredients of every sensual or sexual moment of her past.
Maybe your own youth has some hidden desires you have let lie dormant, something that a certain food conjures up memories of for that time, that place. Sensuous memories are what Valentine Express is all about. Railroad trains and the sexy moan of train whistles, spaghetti menus with sensual saucy memories, balloons red, white and pink, passionate, soft reminders of the explorations of youth– a celebration of love and life.
Cricket Sawyer
http://www.cricket-sawyer.com
Valentine Express Romance and cookbook
ISBN 978-1-60435-652-6
http://www.redrosepublishing.com
Blurb:
Warmed by a cloud of steam and enticed by fragrances of the past mingling with the present, Carrie finds herself drowning in a sea of erotic nostalgia. Remembering each pair of excited hands caressing her skin, teasing her into waves of pleasure, she revisits the sensuality of her youth.
But no matter how ardent the memories, nothing will give her greater pleasures than the ecstasy yet to come.
It seemed spaghetti held all the images and ingredients of every sensual or sexual moment of her past.