Synopsis:
Meet....
.....Working single mother Isabel Chambers. She's not a
size 12 or as you've probably guessed, a virgin either. She's lived her life,
maybe not to the fullest, but now feels it is her time to re-discover herself.
.....Marc Sanders an attractive, successful Harvard
Professor of Medicine visiting Cambridge. He has a secret past that has been
well hidden until now.
An Acute Attraction is a heart warming, exciting and
compelling story of love and romance, full of seductive, sensual and
tantalising emotions and images, sexual exploration and passion. Isabel
Chambers is an ordinary, working, single mother of two, who needs some “me”
time, so, kids sorted, she books herself into a hotel for a week of rest and
relaxation. Marc Sanders is an American professor at Harvard University and is
in England to present research results to Cambridge University. Two people, out
for adventure and excitement, meet and begin a journey of fun, thrills, lust
and desire. But, is Mark all he seems to be? What is he hiding?
Warning: Has adult and sexual content. 18+ Advised
Excerpt:
Turning back to me, he gently shifts the hair that is settled against my cheek. The same electrical charge I felt earlier is conducted through my body and fisting the hair at the nape of my neck, he brings his mouth down to mine. All I can do is to hold tight on to his athletic upper arms, afraid that my legs might buckle any moment now. Exploring my mouth, the taste of the whisky transferring from his tongue makes it all the sweeter. The kiss intensifies as he pulls me closer. Having the need to come up for air, he releases my mouth, but not before biting on my lower lip.
I watch on as he removes his blue suit jacket and tie, and I am caught up, mesmerized by this man. It is as though I have been drugged by his touch, by his kiss.
Never taking his eyes off of me, in a low dulcet tone he asks;
“Isabel, what do you want? What do you need?”
Only one answer comes to mind.
“You!”
The smoothness in which he delivered his question was suddenly gone. Roughly he takes my mouth again and this time both of our tongues are in search for what we want. While I have both of my hands flat against the taught contours of his chest, Marc brings one hand up in to my hair as the other desperately reaches for the hem of my dress.
Once he holds it, he uses both of his hands to pull the dress up over my head. He looks down at me, studying hungrily. All of the insecurities I had earlier vanish as he gazes at my ample breast, the nipples of which are audaciously teasing him.
“You are beautiful,” he breathes.
I can feel the sting of a tear at the corner of my eye, as no man has ever said that to me. Fighting to control my emotions, I can then see where this is leading.
“I have to ask, is it safe for us to do this? You know?”
He glides his hands over my shoulders and down my arms, “I know what you are trying to ask and yes it’s safe.”
Without warning I shift the power of what he is doing over to me.
Feeling brave I remove Marc’s clothing, revealing broad shoulders, a smattering of chest hair and a well-defined stomach. I inhale at the sight and smell of this man. All he is left standing in is his black boxer briefs. My hand reaches for him, when he abruptly stops me.
“My turn again.”
Marc presses delicate kisses down one side of my neck and shoulders. Taking off my bra and lace topped knickers; he discards them on to the floor. Once I am completely naked, Marc takes a hold of my full breasts, rolling one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, whilst taking the other distended nipple into his mouth. His touch is exquisite and already aroused from the foreplay, I let out a moan as my hands take in his hair. I close my eyes to heighten the pleasure of him nuzzling at my breast.
I want this man and somehow Marc knows exactly what I am thinking. Pushing me back to one of the sofas, I stumble back on to it. Then grabbing my thighs he pulls me towards him so that I am now virtually lying on it, so I am open and ready for him.
I silently curse at the first touch of his keen tongue, playing and teasing. Slipping one and then two fingers into me to join his tongue causes me to release a sob of sexual pleasure, as they achingly slowly at first, work in unison.
My first orgasm is beginning to build. I am so close and this is how I want it to be. Marc sets a rhythm with his fingers and as I tighten around them, he rubs the most sensitive part of me with his thumb. That is the undoing of me and bowing my back, I come hard. I am still breathing hard when Marc closes his warm mouth over mine. I can no longer taste whisky, but the sweet juices that had just gushed out of me.
“You are amazing Isabel.”
Having the need to touch him, I reach down, finding him hard and rigid. Fighting against the material of his briefs, I release him and I am able to wrap my fingers around. I can feel his erection pulsating against my palm and twitch when my thumb caresses the head of him. With a steady cadence of my hand; Marc groans. I want to be as attentive to him as he has been to me and share the glorious sensual connection we have. Soon the longing becomes too much for either of us, Marc desires release and I have an urgent need to feel him inside of me.
Taking my right hand, he holds it above me on the sofa and gently slides into me, which is made easier with my earlier orgasm. Hooking my legs over his shoulders means he can thrust deeper into me and it is only at that point I realise I still have my heels on. No matter, my body and mind is with this man in this moment. The velocity in which Marc moves in and out of me means we are both close to our impending orgasms. Feeling me tighten around him has the desired effect on Marc.
Panting heavily Marc calls “Come with me Isabel, please”
The noise from the both of us signals our joint climax.
Collapsing on top of me, spent and exhausted, Marc finally let’s go of my hand. My legs ache as I wearily drop them to his sides. Beads of sweat mingle as one as he lies outstretched across my body. In an attempt not to hurt me, Marc distributes his weight to one side.
After what seems like an eternity, Marc finally lifts his head and places a tender kiss upon my breasts. I shiver from both the touch of him and the cold that is now descending around us. Sliding out of me, Marc stands holding out a hand for me to take. No more words are exchanged until I’m enveloped in his warm arms and the comforting cover of his bed.
Kissing the top of my head, I hear Marc whisper for the second time just before sleep takes over us,
“You’re beautiful."
I watch on as he removes his blue suit jacket and tie, and I am caught up, mesmerized by this man. It is as though I have been drugged by his touch, by his kiss.
Never taking his eyes off of me, in a low dulcet tone he asks;
“Isabel, what do you want? What do you need?”
Only one answer comes to mind.
“You!”
The smoothness in which he delivered his question was suddenly gone. Roughly he takes my mouth again and this time both of our tongues are in search for what we want. While I have both of my hands flat against the taught contours of his chest, Marc brings one hand up in to my hair as the other desperately reaches for the hem of my dress.
Once he holds it, he uses both of his hands to pull the dress up over my head. He looks down at me, studying hungrily. All of the insecurities I had earlier vanish as he gazes at my ample breast, the nipples of which are audaciously teasing him.
“You are beautiful,” he breathes.
I can feel the sting of a tear at the corner of my eye, as no man has ever said that to me. Fighting to control my emotions, I can then see where this is leading.
“I have to ask, is it safe for us to do this? You know?”
He glides his hands over my shoulders and down my arms, “I know what you are trying to ask and yes it’s safe.”
Without warning I shift the power of what he is doing over to me.
Feeling brave I remove Marc’s clothing, revealing broad shoulders, a smattering of chest hair and a well-defined stomach. I inhale at the sight and smell of this man. All he is left standing in is his black boxer briefs. My hand reaches for him, when he abruptly stops me.
“My turn again.”
Marc presses delicate kisses down one side of my neck and shoulders. Taking off my bra and lace topped knickers; he discards them on to the floor. Once I am completely naked, Marc takes a hold of my full breasts, rolling one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, whilst taking the other distended nipple into his mouth. His touch is exquisite and already aroused from the foreplay, I let out a moan as my hands take in his hair. I close my eyes to heighten the pleasure of him nuzzling at my breast.
I want this man and somehow Marc knows exactly what I am thinking. Pushing me back to one of the sofas, I stumble back on to it. Then grabbing my thighs he pulls me towards him so that I am now virtually lying on it, so I am open and ready for him.
I silently curse at the first touch of his keen tongue, playing and teasing. Slipping one and then two fingers into me to join his tongue causes me to release a sob of sexual pleasure, as they achingly slowly at first, work in unison.
My first orgasm is beginning to build. I am so close and this is how I want it to be. Marc sets a rhythm with his fingers and as I tighten around them, he rubs the most sensitive part of me with his thumb. That is the undoing of me and bowing my back, I come hard. I am still breathing hard when Marc closes his warm mouth over mine. I can no longer taste whisky, but the sweet juices that had just gushed out of me.
“You are amazing Isabel.”
Having the need to touch him, I reach down, finding him hard and rigid. Fighting against the material of his briefs, I release him and I am able to wrap my fingers around. I can feel his erection pulsating against my palm and twitch when my thumb caresses the head of him. With a steady cadence of my hand; Marc groans. I want to be as attentive to him as he has been to me and share the glorious sensual connection we have. Soon the longing becomes too much for either of us, Marc desires release and I have an urgent need to feel him inside of me.
Taking my right hand, he holds it above me on the sofa and gently slides into me, which is made easier with my earlier orgasm. Hooking my legs over his shoulders means he can thrust deeper into me and it is only at that point I realise I still have my heels on. No matter, my body and mind is with this man in this moment. The velocity in which Marc moves in and out of me means we are both close to our impending orgasms. Feeling me tighten around him has the desired effect on Marc.
Panting heavily Marc calls “Come with me Isabel, please”
The noise from the both of us signals our joint climax.
Collapsing on top of me, spent and exhausted, Marc finally let’s go of my hand. My legs ache as I wearily drop them to his sides. Beads of sweat mingle as one as he lies outstretched across my body. In an attempt not to hurt me, Marc distributes his weight to one side.
After what seems like an eternity, Marc finally lifts his head and places a tender kiss upon my breasts. I shiver from both the touch of him and the cold that is now descending around us. Sliding out of me, Marc stands holding out a hand for me to take. No more words are exchanged until I’m enveloped in his warm arms and the comforting cover of his bed.
Kissing the top of my head, I hear Marc whisper for the second time just before sleep takes over us,
“You’re beautiful."
Review:
39 year old Isabel Chambers is a fantastic character I really did like her she has the curves and the imperfections and has a history which you pick up parts of this throughout the book.
Isabel is a single mum of two boys her eldest is old enough to stop at home on his own her youngest is on holidays with his grandparents so Isabel takes this perfect opportunity (encouraged by her best friend Jackie) to make the most of her child free week and spend a week away in Cambridge.
Isabel books herself a nice hotel and is enjoying relaxing, it is on the first night she spots the Gorgeous Marc Sanders whilst participating in her forth favourite hobby people watching!! The first time Isabel meets Marc, I was like Hellooooo Mr Sanders!!!!
I don't want to say any more as I don't want to spoil anything for anyone but I can't recommend this book enough. There is a cliffhanger ending I know but honestly I can't wait for more on Marc and Isabel's story.
Isabel books herself a nice hotel and is enjoying relaxing, it is on the first night she spots the Gorgeous Marc Sanders whilst participating in her forth favourite hobby people watching!! The first time Isabel meets Marc, I was like Hellooooo Mr Sanders!!!!
Marc is a gorgeous American professor of medicine from Harvard, He is vising Cambridge to present some medical research. He may look perfect on the outside but Marc has a past, he has secrets he will do anything to keep to protect his family.Standing at least 6ft tall, he pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose as he leans over the desk. Although his dark brown hair isn't especially long , the front strands flop deliciously over his face, I envisage running my fingers through it as he looks longingly into my olive green eyes, What tops off his look though is how damn hot he looks in the blue 3-piece suite he's wearing.
Isobel has her own past too which she is trying to forget, but we begin to understand why and what she is trying to forget as the story goes on.
I loved how Isabel's humor comes through when she talks direct to you the reader
'I apologise, if you hadn't grasped by now, my thought just wonder. They go off on a totally different tangent to everything else and I do often wonder if they will drop off the ends of the earth at some pont. If there were ends of course, considering the earth is round; for goodness sake stop it Chambers, concentrate'
These two lovely characters begin to feel more for each other as the week goes on
"What am I going to do when this week is over Isabel? How am I going to let you go when I feel the emotions I do for you?"
*sigh* Being a lover of romance books can you see why I loved this book?
I don't want to say any more as I don't want to spoil anything for anyone but I can't recommend this book enough. There is a cliffhanger ending I know but honestly I can't wait for more on Marc and Isabel's story.
About A J Walters:
AJ Walters is a new contemporary romance
author who has just made her first appearance on to the indie circuit. Having
interests in history, romance and elements of erotica, she has brought all of
these together in her debut publication; An Acute Attraction.
Wanting to break the trend of
size 12 virgins in books, A J Walters has introduced a new real woman in Isabel
Chambers. She's a size 18-20, working single mother who now feels is it her
time to start living her life again. At the ripe young age of 39, A J Walters
also wanted to show that you can experience everything that a twenty-something
would.
"I saw that a 39 year old
isn't quite at retirement age for fun, sex and finding love again. There are so
many women out there that can be represented in books as well as the slim,
innocent and beautiful types. Don't get me wrong I love reading books with them
in, but there is so many of them around now I felt it is time for something
different. I'd like to think I brought my sense of humour across in it as well.
I am ditsy, I suffer from 'foot in mouth' syndrome, but I can also be serious
and sentimental. From the feedback I've had, apparently it makes for a great
writing voice."
A J Walters currently live in
Staffordshire, England with her two children.
Links to follow A J Walters:
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AJWaltersAuthor
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