I’m back this week with the delightful Sienna Snow. She’s here with her new release, Commander, the final installment in her Politics of Love series. Talk about HOT! (You’ll see when you read the NSFW excerpt below. 😉 ) Before we dive into the deep end of Sienna’s sensual world, I asked her some fun questions. Leave a comment for a chance to win a copy of Celebrity, book one in the series, and a $5 Amazon gift card.
Welcome to FoX Friday, Sienna! Tell us, how long have you been writing?
I began my writing journey in 2014 when my husband encouraged me to try NaNoWriMo.
I’ve wanted to write since I was a child but, as a child of immigrants, I had to pick a “real job” and so decided to pursue an MBA in finance and a career in consulting.
Not too shabby. What do you believe is your greatest accomplishment as an author so far?
My greatest accomplishment is when I receive emails and messages saying my stories touched people and gave them the escape they needed.
Isn’t that a wonderful feeling? Do you believe in writer’s block? If so, how do you overcome it?
I know many people believe writer’s block doesn’t exist, but I do. For me, my emotional state affects my writing ability. Recently my sister-in-law was diagnosed with cancer, and it truly derailed my writing. Once I got back in a calmer mindset, my writing began to flow again.
Oh my. Yes, something like that can definitely affect you. I hope she is well, now. *hugs* Have you ever dabbled in fantasy-casting for your books? i.e. cast famous actors as your hero/heroine?
I do this all the time. I have a character board where I pick the celebrity that looks most like my hero or heroine. It helps me visualize my characters and their personalities.
Me too! Okay, name three authors (living or dead) with whom you’d like to sit down to dinner and pick their brains.
I would love, love, love to speak with Jane Austen. She was a feminist in a time when it was dangerous to be one. I would love to know what pushed her to write. Another person I would love to sit with is George R. R. Martin. He wrote one of my favorite series. I would pick his brain on how he keeps everything organized and what inspired him to delve into his world. The third person I would love to meet is Jude Deveraux. She wrote the first romance novel I ever read and started my dream of writing. Her stories were a treat for getting my school work finished in high school.
Nice! Describe your dream date.
My dream date is very simple. I would love a picnic on the beach where my husband and I could spend one on one time, talking and just being together. It would include good food, since I’m a foodie and a nice bottle of wine or champagne. Once we ate, I’d want to snuggle with my hubby and watch the water.
*swoon* So romantic. 🙂 What’s the oddest job you’ve ever held? Was it fun? Hellish?
I’m not sure I’ve had any odd jobs but I have had some interesting ones. I was RA for my dorm and let me tell you there are some strange things I’ve walked in on. From parties where people wore underwear on their heads, to a group of students searching for bugs to eat outside after they smoked too much pot. By the time I left college nothing surprised me anymore.
Wow, I bet. What can readers expect from you next?
Now that the Politics of Love series is complete, I am working on a new series about three Greek brothers who run Vegas from hotels, entertainment, and the nightlife/underworld. The first of the books is slotted for release in March 2019.
Sounds great! Let’s hear a little more about the book.
I am Tara Zain.
Human rights attorney, Commander to my colleagues in international affairs, and fiancee to the most powerful man in the country.
I’ve learned love is a useless distraction. Money and status are the true motivators, and powerful alliances are much more important than romantic entanglements. My passion is my work, and nothing, not even the promise of happily-ever-after, will keep me from accomplishing my mission.
This is why I’ve made a bargain with the one man who shattered my heart years ago. He’s proposed that I stand by his side and foster the beginning of a new political dynasty.
But I have secrets.
Secrets that could destroy not only this man and the passion we’ve rekindled but the very laws of the nation he has sworn to uphold.
I am Tara Zain. Future First Lady of the United States of America and COMMANDER.
Sienna was kind enough to share and excerpt with us but, be warned, this is s t e a m y and for mature readers only. Make sure the boss isn’t peeking over your shoulder when you read it. 😉
Excerpt rating = 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
“Look at us in the mirror.”
I lifted my head and studied Ashur’s giant body behind me. He towered over my small frame, but somehow, we fit.
We’d always fit.
He regarded me with hooded eyes that were filled with longing.
“I’m not going to be fucking you in here. I won’t take that from us. When I take you, it isn’t going to be a fast fuck. It is going to be long, hot, and sweaty.”
Relief washed over me. He had me so worked up that I probably would have let him. At least, one of us had some restraint.
“However, we aren’t going out there until I see you coming at least once.”
Strike the restraint part.
He tugged the fitted hem of my dress up my thighs and over my bottom.
Why wasn’t I pushing his hands away? Why was I stepping a little wider?
Because you want the release as much as he wants to give it to you.
“You’re so wet, baby. I can see your desire soaking your underwear.”
I glance toward the closed door. “I’m not quiet. I don’t want anyone to hear us.”
His hand crept down to the waistband of my thong, ducking inside.
“Why don’t you let me worry about that. You just enjoy.”
His fingers grazed my clit, sending a shockwave of desire down my spine.
I gasped, “Ashu.”
“Are you watching us?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
I couldn’t keep my gaze away from us, even if I wanted to. He was so sure, so confident, so fucking sexy as hell.
He repeated the feathery touch, not going farther than the sensitive nub. He teased me until I closed my eyes and surrendered to his soft caress. He pushed a finger past my dipping cleft and into my aching core, making me gasp and writhe against him.
“Watch yourself, Tara. You are a goddess, a warrior, the siren who calls to me in my dreams. See what I see, when you come.”
I opened my lids and focused on my face. My cheeks were flushed and my eyes glazed. My chest heaved up and down within the constraints of my bra. My nipples rubbed against the lace fabric covering them, causing them to pebble tight. The front of my underwear that was soaked through with my arousal.
My fingers dug into his arm, holding on for dear life.
Ashur’s hand worked me underneath the material, pumping in and out, pressing at the sensitive area deep inside, and driving me crazy.
“Do you want to come, love?”
“Yes, Ashu. I… I… need. I’m dying.”
“No, you’re not. You’re about to shatter on my hand. Now let me see it.” He plunged another digit inside me to join the other.
My body bowed, loving the pleasure-pain of his thick fingers stretching me and working my sopping pussy.
I rode his fingers, my head thrashing back and forth. Just when my body couldn’t hold out any longer, I turned my face, gripped the back of his head, and captured his lips. My pussy contracted and then clamped down on his pistioning fingers. My orgasm took over, making my body shudder and shake. I clamped my eyes closed and cried out my pleasure into Ashur’s mouth as my release flooded his fingers in my cum. He continued his ministrations until he’d wrung the last of my release out of my spasming pussy.
I lost the ability to hold myself up and collapsed completely against Ashur, breaking our kiss. He held me to him, murmuring words I couldn’t really understand into my hair.
Slowly he slid out of my still-convulsing core. “Now, Mrs. Kumar. I believe we need to prepare ourselves for landing.”
I nodded but was unable to move. Even when Ashur reached to the side, grabbed a napkin, and cleaned his hand and my thighs.
“I love how wet you get for me. Like I said, there’s no hiding your need from me.”
I gave an incoherent hum and kept my eyes closed.
“I believe you’re orgasm drunk.” He kissed the top of my head.
Was there such a thing? Who cared? I couldn’t even muster the strength to stand on my feet.
Ashur kept me in his arms for a few minutes longer, letting my mind come back to reality.
“We need to go back, love.”
“Okay. Give me a second.”
I inhaled slow, long breaths until I could finally focus.
Then, I turned in his arms, wrapping them around his neck. “Thank you for the orgasm, Mr. President.”
He smiled, resting his forehead against mine. “You’re welcome, First Lady.”
Inspired by her years working in corporate America, Sienna loves to serve up stories woven around confident and successful women who know what they want and how to get it, both in – and out – of the bedroom.
Her heroines are fresh, well-educated, and often find love and romance through atypical circumstances. Sienna treats her readers to enticing slices of hot romance infused with empowerment and indulgent satisfaction.
Sienna loves the life of travel and adventure. She plans to visit even the farthest corners of the world and delight in experiencing the variety of cultures along the way. When she isn’t writing or traveling, Sienna is working on her “happily ever after” with her husband and children.