Author Krystina Stevens

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Excerpt from Red Letters erotic suspense thriller: Girls’ Night Out

I fussed with the one remaining strand of hair that insisted on flying free of the comb, then stood back to inspect the package. The jeans and long sleeved sweater I was wearing earlier, when I was expecting Martin for dinner, were long gone, replaced by a black leather miniskirt I hadn’t worn in a couple of years, thigh-high white stockings which I had never worn (and didn’t even remember where I had gotten them; probably a shower gift from the girls), four-inch black heels which were ridiculously uncomfortable but smoking hot, and a white button-down blouse with the top three buttons undone. My hair was up and I wore the dangling earrings again, but no necklace. I intended for my cleavage to speak for itself.

redletterswork600wI was beautiful, and desirable. And I did deserve something different.

I heard the front doorbell ring. I gave my hair one last spritz of hairspray and walked downstairs.

Robert stood on the front porch and tipped his cap when I opened the door.

“Evening, Miss Lane. You look wonderful,” he said with a smile.

I leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. The heels I wore put me almost at the same height as Robert.

“Thank you, Robert, you are a sweetheart. Katie…”

“Is already in the car, ma’am.”

I straightened his tie unnecessarily. “Then let us be off.” I could play rich and pampered for one night.

Robert opened the rear door of the limousine to reveal Katie, sitting in the back, legs curled underneath her. She was pouring a bottle of champagne into a glass, then she caught sight of me and the champagne spilled onto the floor.

“Holy… Damn, girl!”

She climbed out of the limo and grabbed me by both shoulders, turning me slightly from side to side as if inspecting me. After a few seconds she nodded.

“Oh yes, this is a good look.” She kissed me on the tip of my nose. “I’m telling you, one of these days you’re going to get me to switch hit.”

I smiled and poked her in the ribs, through the tight fuchsia one piece she wore. “Only if you’re lucky.” I nodded towards the limo. “Let’s get this party started.”

Katie giggled and climbed back inside.

 

Jake’s was quieter than it had been for the nightclub hop, as well it should have been for a Tuesday night in Bridgeport. I saw immediately upon entering that Brad was behind the bar. The house music was muted, as it was only nine-something at night, and the real dancing wouldn’t start until at least ten.

Katie took me by the hand and led me to a rounded corner booth near the end of the bar, well within sight of Brad. I felt the cold vinyl on my ass cheeks as I slid in and gasped. I wasn’t used to wearing a skirt, and with a very minimal thong and stockings that barely reached my mid-thigh, I was quite exposed to the elements. However, I also felt a little rush of excitement as the seat warmed to my touch.

Katie must have sensed it as she put her arm around me and squeezed. “I know, isn’t this fun?”

Yes, it was.

A young waitress came up carrying a tray in one hand and a pen in the other. I noticed with some satisfaction that my skirt was an inch or two shorter than hers. Before she could say anything, Brad came around from behind the bar and tapped her on the shoulder.

“I’ve got this one, Carey.”

His eyes caught mine and I felt a slight blush come over my face. Here we go with the schoolgirl thing again.

“Nice to see you ladies again,” he said with a smile as the waitress left. “And you’re looking much more… coherent,” he said to Katie.

“Hey,” she replied, pointing at him, “I was perfectly sober, I’ll have you know. I was just making sure your tequila stocks were refreshed properly.”

He laughed and his green eyes twinkled. “And you look lovely, Miss Taken.”

I clasped my hands on the table in front of me. “Thank you.” I unconsciously ran my right hand over the slight indentations on my left ring finger where my engagement ring normally sat. “Ah, white wine please.”

“Two,” said Katie. “And two of those Annie Hoes.”

Brad frowned. “What?”

“Annie Hoes. The last tequila you gave us, the brown one.”

“Annie…” He paused and closed his eyes, smiling. “Gotcha. Be right back, ladies.”

As he walked away I watched his ass. He wore a tighter jean tonight, lighter in color, and it showed every curve.

Dammit. I was starting to regret this already. I wasn’t out looking, I just wanted to enjoy a night out, and perhaps attract a little attention. Something I was sorely lacking at home. But I had purposely left my ring at home, and the guilt was starting to creep into my mind.

“Hey, honey, relax,” Katie said. She always seemed to be able to read my emotions. “Just a few drinks, maybe you’ll take me out on the dance floor, and we’ll get out of here.”

She looked up as two young men approached the table. I sighed.

“And maybe, just maybe,” she said, nudging me with her elbow, “you’ll have some new motivation to go with your toy. You know what they say, right?”

“Um, no,” I said as the two men stopped at the edge of our table.

Katie leaned over and whispered in my ear. “With the right imagination, you can have any guy you want.”

I snorted a laugh, then covered my mouth.

“Mind if we join you?” one of the young men asked, obviously not deterred by our whispering and laughing. I wondered if I pointed and giggled if it would make any difference. They were attractive, young, eager, probably inexperienced. I glanced at Katie, who had a twinkle in her eye. She would tear them apart and make them cry for their mothers. Poor guys, I thought, and laughed again.

“Please do,” I said, feeling more confident.

Brad returned with two white wines and two tequilas and set them down as the two men slid in the round booth on either side of Katie and I. He glanced at me with a raised eyebrow and I gave him a small smile. His eyebrow rose higher, so I nodded. He returned my nod.

“If you need anything at all,” he said, staring directly at me, “I’ll be right over there behind the bar.”

He winked at me and turned away. The man that sat next to me raised his arm to signal Brad for a drink, but I could tell they were going to have a difficult time getting served by him tonight.

It was strange. Brad was obviously younger than me, but I got the strongest vibe of protection, like he was looking out for me. And while that was flattering, and perhaps helpful, it wasn’t stoking my fires. Almost like he was my brother or something.

I shuddered and the man next to me pressed in closer.

“Cold?” he asked, then extended his hand across my body. “My name’s Paul.”

I took his hand and shook it daintily. “Tania, nice to meet you.”

“I’m Scott,” the other man said.

“My name is Grace,” Katie answered with a straight face. I started to say something when I felt her elbow in my ribs again, so I cleared my throat and reached for the tequila.

“It’s añejo,” I whispered to Katie.

“What? Oh,” she replied, picking hers up and clinking it against mine. “Cheers, sister.”

“Cheers,” I said, then we both drank, seconds before the two men extended their beers in a late attempt to join in.

“Sorry, next round,” Katie said to Scott. “You’re buying.”

Oh yes, she’d tear them apart. They’d never know what hit them.

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What do you think? Gotta love Annie Hoes! (And I’d love to hear your comments on the excerpt below!)

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The first ‘poor’ review for Red Letters…but they didn’t actually “review” it! How frustrating…

Screen Shot 2013-01-16 at 11.53.46 AMI just noticed a two-star rating on Goodreads for Red Letters. It’s the FIRST rating or review under 4 stars yet (something which I’m very proud of!). And I don’t mind poor reviews – as a matter of fact, a book with a few not-so-great reviews, I feel, has more credibility in the eyes of a reader. At least they won’t think I set up sock puppet accounts, or had every friend and relative post a glowing review for me!

But the reason I’m frustrated is that the reviewer didn’t say a word about it. I LOVE hearing feedback, whether positive or negative, because it can help me become a better writer for the next one. If several reviews mention “the dialogue is unrealistic”, or “the author kept repeating the word ‘then'”, etc., then (sorry!) I know I have something to work on, to improve upon. But just to put two stars as a rating and move on? Bummer.

Anyway, just a quick vent…back to the next work!

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It’s DONE! The last chapter is complete for RED LETTERS, now on to the edit phase!

redletterswork600wUPDATE! Red Letters is NOW AVAILABLE! Pick up my debut erotic suspense thriller from all major e-retailers by visiting my Books page or clicking here!

So excited to announce that RED LETTERS, my debut erotic suspense novel, is complete! After months of crazy hours and hard work (well, as hard as typing at a keyboard can be, but hey, it’s mental work!), I typed the last chapter close last night. Even shed a little tear at my sappy ending (no spoilers!)

It’s going through a full edit pass this weekend, then into the hands of my editor for the REAL edits. With any luck, and fingers crossed that it doesn’t need a lot of work, RED LETTERS will hit the world’s virtual shelves right around holiday time.

So who’s tired of me calling it “forthcoming” and just wants to see it OUT??

Super Secret P.S.: If anyone wants a free advance copy after the edits and before it gets published, and is willing to read and leave a review online at Amazon, et al, leave a comment below or email me at krystinastevens@ymail.com and I’ll send you one ASAP!

SNEAK PEEK! Excerpt from forthcoming RED LETTERS erotic suspense thriller

Here it is, my lovely friends and subscribers, the first look at Red Letters, due later this fall. Tania Lane is ready for a night on the town, or at least she thinks she is:

“You look fucking hot.”

Katie stood on my front porch, staring at me open-mouthed.

I spent an inordinate amount of time getting ready for the evening, and I still wasn’t sure why. We had polished off the basket work, and the calzones, with hours to spare. Extra coffee always helped, and Katie’s hyper mood gave us even more of a boost. We had finished before the sun had even set, which I thought was quite an accomplishment considering the amount of baskets and the complexity of the order. Accountants paid well, but damned if they weren’t exacting when it came to ordering.

I had gone with black skinny jean (though I did feel a bit stuffed in them), high heeled black leather boots, and a tight fitting, low cut maroon blouse that showed a ridiculous amount of cleavage. And in a huge step for me, I spent over an hour curling my hair, giving it enough bounce to sit on my shoulders lightly. I pulled it over and behind my ears and went with long dangling diamond earrings, not my usual style, and topped it off with a plunging matching necklace. When I checked myself out in the bedroom mirror, I liked what I saw, but it was always nice to hear an unprompted comment. Even if it was from a friend.

And the fact that I wasn’t just looking hot, but fucking hot, gave me a little extra rush of excitement.

I wiggled my hips as I stood in the doorway. “Better than Converse, right?”

Katie whistled and nodded her approval. “Somebody’s looking for a man tonight.”

I held up my hand and gave her a warning glance.

“Right,” she said. “No man. But I’ll tell you, if I didn’t enjoy men so much, I might switch sides tonight. And I really enjoy men.”

I smiled broadly. “If your prospects don’t pan out, I’m home all night.”

Katie laughed and grabbed my arm. “Let’s go, hottie, before I take you to bed right here and now.”

“Hold on, I have to grab my purse and text Martin.”

Katie’s head lolled back on her shoulders. “Right, I’m sure he can’t stop wondering what you’re doing tonight.”

“It’ll just be a second.”

I turned and went back into the house, then picked up my cellphone from the kitchen counter. The lock screen was blank. No messages from Martin. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I assumed he’d be working late, of course, and half the time he did, he didn’t call or text. But I looked fucking hot, or so I’d been told, and I really was hoping he’d be coming home tonight to see me. If not now, later on.

I unlocked the phone and sent a quick text: “Going out to Jake’s with Katie. See you when you get home? Love you.”

I stuck the phone in my ‘going out’ clutch and headed for the door.

What do you think? Make you want to read more? Stay tuned, it’s almost here!

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