Jan 24, 2016

Sunday Smooch with Louise Cusack.....

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!

Today we have a smooch from Louise Cusack ___ but first 

... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch is Sharlene!

Sharlene contact Amy at amy (at) amyandrews (dot) com (dot) au (without the spaces) to receive your prize.

And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Louise Cusack........


Paid by wives to sleep with their husbands. Love is not in the contract...

Jill Wilson is fresh out of a ten-year relationship so boring she slept through half of it. Thirty-
something, no children, no house, blah. The glamorous potential she and her three best friends shared as starry-eyed schoolgirls feels very far away, until an unlikely job appears – Husband Sitting – being paid by rich wives to keep their cheating husbands ‘happy’ at home while they skip off on vacation.

Not the sort of job a nice girl would do, but the ten grand a week paycheck is exactly what Jill needs to stop her little sister ending up in a Bangkok jail. And maybe, just maybe, the sex sounds exciting too. Unfortunately, there’s one complication: gorgeous Finn with his sexy green eyes and his gigantor… you know.

Love was definitely not in the contract, so in desperation to wipe Finn from her memory banks, Jill embarks on a bed-hopping frenzy. After all, the best way to get over one man is to sleep with another. But will Finn let her go? And as her emotional baggage arrives with an over-weight tag, can she believe in the fairytale of imperfect people ending up perfect together?

Crazy meets desperate in this erotic romp that nails the highs and licks the lows of one woman’s struggle to reach sexily-ever-after with the man of her dreams.

WARNING: This book has some serious raunchiness, and not all of it with the hero (who’s understandably pissed about that). So if you’re uncomfortable with adult women exploring their sexuality and having messed up hot sex before they fall in love, you might want to put your hands up and step away from the erotica…

Scene set-up

[Jill has ignored texts from Finn (her first husband sit) because she likes him too much, and despite the attraction between them, he’s not leaving his wife. Unfortunately, her next ‘husband’ is into bdsm and goes too far. Jill can’t ring her girlfriends for help because they’d have an intervention if they knew what she was doing! So in desperation to escape, she phones Finn who flies into Sydney to rescue her. Jill meets him at the airport and their attraction flares again, but Jill is cranky about the fact that he won’t leave his cheating wife, and Finn is upset that she loved the whipping, and had only rung him for help when the husband had locked her into his apartment. He starts quizzing her about specific elements of the bdsm sex, clearly jealous.]

“Was it good?” Finn demanded.

It was spectacular, but I wasn’t telling him that. Unfortunately, the delay between his question and my response was too long, and by the time I was stammering, “Well it was quick, and—”

“Good? It was really good? And you loved that as well? Along with the whipping which you adored?”

 He looked angry now, but there was a resignation with it that didn’t bode well. Then he shook his head. “What was I thinking?” Before I could answer, he went on with, “You don’t want hot sex with me. I’m the charity case—”

You don’t want any sex with me!” I shot back. “So don’t get on your high horse and—”

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me into a hard kiss that instantly woke my girl bits into happy little clutches of joy. I dropped my handbag and wound my arms around his neck, grinding my abraded breasts against his chest as I kissed him back, wet and needy, my tongue laving his, wanting to push him over the edge.

Wanting him to take me where I stood, actually.

But I knew that wouldn’t happen in an airport bar. So we kissed on and on, and my face felt hot, my ears buzzing so much I thought I’d faint. And then I heard a repetitive beeping, and was completely disoriented when he pulled away from me. Cold air swept down my front and I watched on helplessly as he pulled a phone out of his jeans, swiped the screen and put it up to his ear.

His gaze returned to me. “Hello?” He sounded husky and impossibly sexy.

A shrill voice came through the speaker and a sense of inevitability washed over me. It was Katinka. She was pulling on the leash, and he would go home. He’d kissed me like he meant it but that didn’t matter. What Katinka wanted, she got. She wanted Finn. She’d get him. If he’d stuck with her this long while she’d cheated on him, he was hardly likely to give her up for a girl who slept with husbands.

“I’m at the airport,” he said. “Picking up an old client. I won’t be long. I just have to get them to a hotel and make sure they don’t need anything.”

None of it was a lie, but his wife would imagine he was still at Surfers Paradise, driving some old man to the Hilton and making sure he had the room service number.

“Are you coming home?” he asked her, still staring at me. “We have to talk.”

I closed my eyes and wanted to be anywhere but standing in front of him listening to this. It was embarrassing. Which was odd. I slept with husbands for a living. But the idea that the couple beside us would think I was a mistress about to be abandoned was humiliating.

I had to get away before his I need to save my marriage speech started, so I reached down and picked up my handbag.

Finn caught my arm.
Leave a comment to the following question and go into the draw to receive an eCopy of Husband Sit.

Have you ever hidden something from your girlfriends because you thought they wouldn’t approve? What was it?

Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Michelle Douglas will be posted!

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  1. Oh wow, Louise, that's hot and fun and I can't wait to download the book.
    Yes, kept something secret, and no, not sharing. :)

    1. Oh, Sue, you tease! Now I'll be imagining all sorts of wild things...

  2. Hi Louise - great smooch! So looking forward to this book landing on my kindle. Secrets?.....can't say, it's a secret :)

    1. I'm sensing a trend. Love cats keep their secrets close to their chests!

  3. Ooh, what fun, Louise. :-)

    I can't recall hiding anything from my girlfriends -- we were usually partners in crime. ;-)

    1. That's the sort of girlfriend to keep, Michelle, the one who doesn't bail you out of jail, but sits in the holding cell with you!

  4. Wow, Louise, this book sounds smoking' - and fun too! In my case, it was the girlfriends that heard the secrets, the males kept in the dark...

    1. Thanks Kandy! I do love to hear a good secret. And my girlfriends didn't usually share secrets with the men in their lives either.

  5. Still keeping my secrets. Nice smooch

    1. Thanks Tammy. And I won't press you to reveal your secrets. A little mystery can be a glamorous thing!

  6. What a fun read.

    I have lots of secrets. Not because they may not approve, but just because they really do not need to know.

  7. There is that "need to know" factor, Mary, and not having disclosures coming back to bite you down the track. That's exactly why my heroine Jill doesn't tell her married girlfriends about her new (and hopefully short-lived) job, because she's sure they'll suspect her of sleeping with their husbands! Which of course she would never do. But as the truth leaks out, the fun begins. Fiction is such a delightful place to explore...

  8. Louise, that sounds like one sexy book! I'm trying to recall what I kept from my girlfriends. I suspect I kept my crushes to myself as long as I could.

  9. Good on you, Annie! I was hopeless at keeping crushes to myself at school. And of course, once everyone knows about them, there's a palpable tension whenever the crush is near! So even if your girls don't say anything, the secret is soon out :-)

  10. Hmmm... I don't have many girlfriends to begin with because I find the cattiness between women annoying.
    However, the only thing I can think of hiding from them is my reading of romance. That said, the older I get the more comfortable I am at beginning open about what I prefer to read - if others don't like it then they can take a flying leap

  11. So sorry to hear you've had to suffer cattiness, Lyn. Those women don't deserve to be your friend! I adore my girlfriends and life would be much less without them :-) You definitely want the type of girlfriends who accept you just the way you are, even if they don't read the same genre (or at all!)

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