Rachel Cray

Hello again!

Finally, I’ve been able to get The Night Shift published – looking back in my diary (yes, I write in it nearly every day) I conceived this story on March 6 this year.  It’s had a long gestation period.  By contrast, the fastest ebook I’ve been able to produce was probably Working Overtime: it took just over a month, and much of the story ran parallel to one of my earlier works – Interview For Love – and so I’d done a lot of the hard work already (preparing an outline to the story).

The reason The Night Shift took so long to get born was a severe attack of writer’s block – I couldn’t get past the first chapter, so I put it aside and wrote something else, which developed into a whole new series of stories, the first two of which are due to appear around March, 2013.  Then, when I developed writer’s block again, towards the end of completing volume two of the new series, I returned to finish The Night Shift.

It was published on Smashwords at http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/261835 today (for Barnes & Noble, Apple, Kobo, etc.) and it will be up on Amazon Kindle tomorrow, December 5.
Here’s the blurb for The Night Shift, and a little erotic scene to whet your appetite:

Caroline Conway works for a prestigious international law firm in London, and falls in love with one of the I.T. managers.  They can’t see much of each other because he works on a permanent night shift.  Staying late one evening, she witnesses a scene in the office executive suite which leaves her open to blackmail; sexual favours are demanded of her by a female senior partner  – who is a control freak – and her paralegal lackey.  How can she escape this situation?
There is a way out, but the path she chooses only leaders her into more trouble… with an added danger that she may never see her lover again.  She is all alone now.  Is there anyone she can turn to for help?
 
EXTRACT:

     I found him waiting outside the toilet for the disabled, and I followed him in.  Without speaking, he pulled his pants down and leaned against the wall.  I knelt on the floor and took his dick in my mouth.  He’d lied to me; in his phone call, he gave me the impression that he was already aroused.  But his dick was still small.  I was being used.  I wanted to bite it hard, but I’d have to save that revenge for a bed-time fantasy sometime.
     He remained silent.  He didn’t touch me; he was impassive, almost like a statue waiting to be brought to life.  I looked up at his face; he was staring straight ahead at the wall opposite.  I was his slave.  I felt this weird, unloving liaison becoming even stranger.
     I wasn’t timing the event, but I was getting the impression this was going to take me a lot more than five minutes to work him into a climax.  Undaunted, I carried on.  Soon he was hard; I pulled away and judged his shaft was sufficiently lubricated for me to finish off by using my hand curled round it.
     If he wasn’t going to talk to me, I wasn’t going to say anything to him.  He had created a strange ambience to this episode, an atmosphere which – in its quietness – was imbued with a peculiar erotic tension.
     I got to my feet and faced him.  He retained that expressionless, impenetrable gaze.  I continued masturbating him; his penis was now nearly upright in my hand.  I moved my face closer to his and, in an act of defiance, pressed my lips against his.  My tongue forced its way through into his mouth.
     He groaned.  Suddenly his face became alive, and his tongue moved to brush against mine.  I took this as a signal, and stopped stroking him.  I felt his dick pulsate and the warm fluid ejaculate into my hand, running down my fingers
     Suddenly I realised I wanted to come; I wanted to come badly.  But I had to suppress the urge, and finish what he had begun in this small chamber.  I could satisfy my craving in my own solitude when I was done here.
     I drew away from him; we were still standing close, face to face, as he pulled up his pants.  He looked at me, still without speaking, and gave me a look which I took to be disdain.  Impulsively, I kissed him again, cramming my tongue into his mouth as far as it would stretch; at the same time I stroked his forehead, smearing him with his semen, now growing sticky and cold in my hand.
     If I was hoping for a reaction, there was none.  Disappointed, I pulled away from him again; he brushed past me and unlocked the toilet door.

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It contains several components which have proved popular with readers before: pegging, anal sex, strap-on dildo, and telephone sex.

I hope you like it – and, if you don’t you’ll be kind enough to tell me why.

Now back to work to write the next story….
Best wishes
Rachel

rc [at] rachelcray [dot] com
@RachelCray1

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