Molly Ann Wishlade interviews Catrin Owens from Trying Too Hard

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Hey Catrin! Thanks for coming to my blog today.

Thanks Molly! I’m delighted to be here as part of the Carina authors We Love Romance blog hop.

You ready to answer some questions?

Fire away!

What’s in your refrigerator right now?

Um…well with Valentine’s Day just around the corner…I have a bottle of champagne and some strawberries. The problem is that this time of year, strawberries aren’t really at their best. I love them during July and August when they come straight from the fields. Of course, I don’t have much else there because…I’m kind of spending a lot of time at the Hilton. 😉

I see! Would that be with a certain gorgeous rugby player?

I don’t want to give too much away, Molly, but…well…I’m smiling aren’t I?

Do you have a habit you wish you could break?

Up until recently, I’d have said that I wanted to stop believing what my mother always told me about men. It was hard to deal with the constant onslaught growing up. But…I hope I’m moving on. Well…I know I am!

Does a sexy Frenchman have something to do with that?

*grins and blushes*

What do you like most about yourself?

My desire to see the good in everyone. I have a gentle heart and I always hope that others are the same. Sometimes…it gets me hurt. But I’d rather be positive than bitter and cold.

What do you dislike?

I hate the feeling of jealousy that sometimes creeps in. Like with Valentina, for instance. You know, the supermodel? When I saw her on the red carpet with Henri…I thought my heart would break.

That must have been tough.

*nods*

What was it about Henri that made you fall in love with him?

Where do I start? He’s just such an amazing man! He’s all the obvious things…you know…sexy, gorgeous, an amazing lover…but he is also my best friend – next to Sarah. He gets me like no one else ever has. We laugh together, talk for hours and love snuggling up to watch TV shows like House of Cards and The Sopranos. He has good old fashioned family values, just like me.

He sounds wonderful. I’m so happy for you. What’s next?

Well, things are going great at the agency since the rugby match which got all that exposure! I have clients asking for me by name and so much work, I’ve actually had to decline a few.

And anything else?

Henri and I are going away for a Valentine’s break…after the Six Nations Championship finishes, of course. A few days alone, somewhere quiet, where no one knows us. I can’t wait!

Have a great time, Catrin! Thanks for stopping by. 

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We LOVE Romance Blog Hop – Excerpt

Here’s an excerpt from my Carina romance Trying Too Hard… Be warned, it’s for over 18 only!!! 😉

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As soon as Henri shut the hotel door behind him, they began kissing. They hungrily tasted each other’s lips and tongues as if they’d been denied intimate contact for years rather than hours.
The room was warm and smelt of Henri. Catrin found it both comforting and arousing. It was a scent that she recognised and responded to and for a moment she wondered how it would be to always come home to him.
She watched as he stepped out of his boxers then walked in front of her through the short corridor and into the lounge of the executive suite. His tight buttocks were full and round and she fought the urge to hurry forwards and sink her teeth into them. She was consumed by her need for him.
He stopped in front of the fireplace and gestured to the plush cream sofa.
“Here?”
Catrin eyed him greedily, savouring every inch of his lean, hard body. She roamed her eyes from his broad shoulders, across his strong defined pecs, down his toned abs and his thick muscular rugby player’s legs. The sight of his thighs made her own quiver. And between his stomach and thighs was his gorgeous, rock-hard cock. It stood stiff and proud and her clit tingled with anticipation, her inner muscles clenched with desire. She knew how good it felt to take him inside her and to feel him beneath her, on top of her, behind her. She wanted this man every way she could have him. Her earlier doubts had almost disappeared and she was ruled again by lust and need and a sense of wanting to demonstrate her appreciation of him.
What on earth was going on?
She shrugged the question away as she stepped out of her dress then stood before him in just her heels. She bent to remove them but he growled, “Leave the shoes on!”
“Really?” She smiled. Her feet were in agony and she had been looking forward to getting them off but she could bear them for a while longer.
“I love your pussy, cherie.” He grinned as he eyed the neat golden line of hair.
“I love that you love it,” she replied moving towards him.
“I want you,” he whispered, his voice husky as he devoured her with his eyes.
She nodded. She felt empowered when he looked at her with eyes so full of passion. It made her feel that anything was possible. The opportunities were endless.
“Catrin!” He grabbed his cock in his left hand and caressed it from base to tip. “Dance for me!”
“What?” Her eyes flew open. Her nipples hardened.
“I want to see you dance.”
“Really? But there’s no music.” She suddenly felt self-conscious stood in the middle of a hotel room in just her shoes.
“Imagine…” He lowered himself to the sofa then watched her cross the room.
She stood in front of him, within touching distance, then began to sway her hips in the way she’d seen the girls at the Venus Lounge do. She started slowly at first then turned and wiggled her bottom at him.
“Yes, chérie!” He groaned. “That’s it. Now show me everything!”
She bent over slightly so that he could see between her legs and she moved from side to side. When he placed a warm hand on her bottom, she nearly fell over but she caught herself just in time. He grabbed her hips then pulled her backwards so that she sat on his lap facing away from him.
He kissed the back of her neck, pushing her plait to one side then the other so that he could pay both sides equal attention. When he nibbled her ear lobes she moaned and shifted on his lap, eager to feel the erection that was digging into her bottom entering her.
He pulled her backwards, shifting his cock so that it rested between her back and his belly then he reached around and cupped her breasts. He pulled on her nipples and she writhed on his legs, her clitoris pulsing with desire. She turned in his embrace and straddled him.
“I need you now!” she groaned, opening her legs wider to allow him access. He slid a hand between her thighs and touched her.
“You are très wet, chérie,” he grunted. “You want me?” He rubbed at her pussy lips then parted them and entered her with first one finger then two, whilst rubbing the pad of his thumb over her clit. She moved with his hand, longing building in her and threatening to bubble over like a shaken champagne bottle.
“My wallet!” He stopped caressing her for a moment and gently moved from under her. She whimpered as he left her side.
When he stood in front of her again, he rolled the condom down his length and brandished his erection. She stared at it, mesmerised by its size and splendour.
“How do you want me?”
“Like this!” Catrin replied, turning on the couch so that she faced its back. She sighed as he knelt behind her then took hold of her hips. He pulled her backwards, thrusting into her with one long hard movement that filled her to her very core.
With each thrust, Catrin moaned, driven towards the pinnacle of ecstasy. As Henri drove his length into her, gripping her hips tightly in his large hands, she kept one hand on the sofa back for balance and reached down with the other one to toy with her clit.
“I feel your excitement, chérie!” Henri whispered into her ear. “I feel you clenching me tightly!”
“Oh…Henri!” Spots danced before her eyes as her fingers and Henri’s plundering cock brought her to the edge and she hurtled over into the delicious abyss of orgasm.
Fired by her climax, Henri’s thrusts grew faster and he pounded into her until she felt him freeze, before the pulsing of his cock signalled his own release. He remained still for a moment then he encircled her in his arms, his head resting on her shoulder, his hot breath on her neck.
They stayed that way for a while, as close as a man and woman can be, their heartbeats slowing and the sweat on their bodies cooling.

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Trying Too Hard… RELEASE DAY :)

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So it’s release day! Trying Too Hard has been released with Carina UK. So to celebrate, here’s an extract for you. Hope you like! Let me know what you think. 🙂

Catrin stood outside the hotel room door. She raised her hand to knock then let it fall to her side again.
What was she doing? This was absolute madness! She was riding a wave that would surely drop her into shark infested waters. If Liam found out what she’d been up to with Henri he’d be furious, wouldn’t he? The lines about clients and agents had never been clearly drawn. She’d been told to take good care of Henri and she’d found the directive ambiguous. Was she supposed to look after his needs…all of his needs? If so, then she’d done well so far. Or was her job description limited to strictly hands off, no touching?
If she got it wrong and Liam found out, she knew that if he didn’t sack her on the spot, he’d never make her permanent. But then, Henri wasn’t officially her client. She was just taking care of him while Liam was busy with other things.
Did that make it OK? Would Liam see it that way? She wished that everything was clearer but since Henri had arrived, nothing had been clear any more. Her vision and her thinking were hazy, infused with a smoky scarlet glow that warmed her and puzzled her. She felt all fuzzy round the edges.
Before she had time to dwell further on the ethics of her behaviour, the door swung open and she gasped at the beauty of the man in front of her.
Henri wore a silver-grey suit which caught the light when he moved and gave the effect of shimmering. Beneath it he wore a crisp white shirt but no tie. The top button of the shirt was undone and she could see the black hairs at the top of his chest. She knew that those hairs lightly covered his pecs and ran in a fine line over his abdomen and down to his groin. The thought made desire flicker deep inside her and she shivered with delight.
“Well, are you coming in, chérie?” He stood to one side to allow her access.
“Yes, of course.” She inclined her head then strode past him. Her impossibly high heels made her legs tremble on the plush carpet – at least she wanted to believe it was due to the heels but having Henri walk directly behind her was hard to ignore. She cursed herself for it but she just wanted him to hug her.
“So, Henri, the event this evening…” She turned to look at him and her mouth fell open. He had removed his jacket and flung it onto the bed and he was unbuttoning his shirt. “What are you…I mean…why are you…”

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He stood before her, naked from the waist up and she felt the heady mist of desire swirl around her. His olive-skinned torso was strong and defined and as he moved towards her the muscles rippled beneath the skin. He was so toned that he even had the v shaped muscle which led from his lower abdominals and down to his crotch. She’d only seen them this toned once before and that was on Brad Pitt in Fight Club.
Oh what was she doing?
Henri was even better looking than Brad Pitt. And that was saying something! He’d overshadowed her teenage crush! The actor who she’d drooled over for years no longer even held a candle to the beautiful Frenchman she was actually spending time with.
Would she be left with a broken heart and no career? Did she even care? She was hypnotised by his energy, his beauty and her overpowering attraction to him. The way she felt when she was with him was so hard to explain, even to herself. How could one man be so damned sexy yet so sweet and reassuring? She wanted to screw him every way she could yet lie with her head in his lap and talk about the future they could have, the grandchildren they’d adore! She was slipping right out of her comfort zone.
Henri stopped just in front of her and smiled before reaching out to cup her face in his strong hands.
“Henri.” Her voice trembled. “I really don’t think we should be doing this.”
But I want to!
“Catrin.” He smoothed his thumbs over her lips then applied pressure so that they parted beneath his touch. “We’re not hurting anyone. You’re just looking after me.”
Oh I’m looking after you all right!

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The warmth of his body pressed against hers and her legs started shaking. She felt like a bar of chocolate melting in the sun. Soon she’d be smudged all over Henri, all over the carpet and impossible to put back together.
His thumbs slipped between her lips and ran over the edge of her tongue. Her heartbeat quickened and she licked at his thumbs before closing her mouth over them. She savoured the taste of him. The feel of him. The strength he possessed.
Like he was about to possess her.
“That’s it, chérie,” he whispered, extracting one thumb so that she could concentrate on the other. His free hand rand down over her breasts where it cupped and squeezed until her nipples stood to attention. Her breasts ached with the need to be touched and suckled.
“Henri!” She sighed as he withdrew his thumb from her mouth. “We don’t have time. Really!” She took a step back. The way her body reacted to him alarmed her. She’d always been so in control and in the space of a week this man had…had…hypnotised her with his beauty, his charm, his lust and his touch. It was ridiculous. She had never let herself be distracted like this and she had to get a grip before she totally lost control. He was good looking, sure. In fact, he could have modelled Calvin Klein underwear on a billboard and put the bulging pants of the other models to shame, but this was just lust, surely? Nothing more and nothing less and she knew – her mother had told her often enough – how dangerous lust could be.
Henri looked at her, his chocolate-brown eyes full of something that she couldn’t define. Was it hurt? Confusion?
Probably just sexual frustration.
“So we really have to go now?” He cocked his head to one side and waggled his eyebrows.
“Yes!” She laughed in spite of the disappointment that throbbed between her own legs. “Get dressed!”
“One moment,” he whispered.
Catrin’s mouth fell open as he unzipped his fly and freed his generous erection.
“Oh!” She sighed, realising that he needed some attention. She wanted to give him some. Right now.
She placed her hands on his hips then slid down to her knees. Taking his length into her hands she caressed him firmly, the way she knew that he enjoyed. A shiny bead of liquid appeared at the tiny slit at the end of his cock and she licked it away.
“Chérie!” he moaned.
Catrin ran her lips over the end of him then slid him into her mouth, inch by delicious inch. She flickered her tongue around his girth and moved her hands rhythmically, each time taking him deeper into her. She knew how good it felt to have his length inside her and she clenched internally with excitement at the thought.
“So good, Catrin!” He exclaimed. “Très bien!”
Catrin inhaled his scent, the sweet musk of his skin mingled with his zesty shower gel. He made her hungry. She wanted to consume him. Her pussy tingled with need. Her core muscles fluttered in anticipation.
She increased her pace. She wanted him to feel her desire for him, to know that in this moment he was hers and she was his. She wanted to be more to him than any other woman ever had been or ever would be. She might struggle to articulate her feelings, might be too afraid to ever admit to them, but she could show him.
Again and again and again.
As he swelled inside her mouth and froze, she cupped his balls then tilted her head, taking him from tip to base.
“Catrin!”
He exploded in one final shuddering movement and she swallowed his essence, circling him gently as his movements slowed, wanting him to enjoy every second of her attention.
When she released him from her mouth, he lowered to his knees in front of her and cupped her face. His eyes were full of emotion. Her stomach flipped in response. What did this mean? Was this more than just sex to him?
He pulled her to him and kissed her, long and full on the lips and she melted into him. Her feelings scared her. She was so attracted to him and she wanted to give him the pleasures he bestowed upon her. Yet there was something else here that she was trying hard to ignore. Like a sweet wrapper in a silent cinema, it was crackling at her outer edges, and she wanted desperately to dismiss it. To feign indifference to its presence. To believe that this was just about lust.
How long she could do this, she didn’t know. Henri was getting to her in a way that no other man ever had. This was no crush, no infatuation.
What on earth was she going to do?
She released herself from his embrace and grabbed her purse from the bed where it had somehow landed. Had she flung it there?
Look at what was happening to her! She had a head full of scrambled eggs! She extracted her iPhone and quickly pulled up her email. Thinking business was always a good way to calm herself.
Her career was what mattered.
It was all that mattered.
Wasn’t it?

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Book Release – Trying Too Hard – by Molly Ann Wishlade

Hey there!

Well, life has been chaotic since Xmas, to say the least, and I don’t think it’s going to let up for a while. Between the day job, writing and being a wife and mum, I have my hands FULL! But I thrive on being busy and I am really enjoying seeing more of my writing out there!

This week sees the release of my first modern romance, Trying Too Hard, with Carina UK. I’m so excited! It will be released on 28th January, just in time for the RBS Six Nations Rugby! So if you’re feeling that you’d like to get in the mood for this exciting rugby championship, then Trying Too Hard might be the current read for you!

Here’s the beautiful cover and the blurb:

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What’s the French word for lust…?

Hired as an intern at a coveted talent agency, blonde bubbly Catrin Owens knew she could be brilliant at the job. The code of conduct is crystal clear – business is business, pleasure is pleasure…and the two should never, ever meet! No problem for Catrin – she’s hardworking, and determined to excel. Until, that is, she meets the 6 ft-something wall of lean muscle that is her boss’ top client…

Scarred, and brimming with forbidden sex appeal, the French rugby star Henri Chevallier crashes through the walls of Catrin’s neatly-ordered life – and throws her polished professionalism aside like a scrap of sheer French lingerie!

The sex is fierce, exhilarating…life-changing – and almost all the more exciting as she knows she’s risking the career she dreamed of. Catrin knows she should step away. The problem? Henri is a temptation she can’t seem to resist…

If you’d like to pre-order a copy, or even if you prefer to wait until the 29th, here are the buy links:

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In the spirit of release day excitement, I’m going to gift a copy of Trying Too Hard from Amazon, so post a comment if you fancy reading about the gorgeous Henri and what he gets up to with the beautiful Catrin! 😉

You can also head on over to my Pinterest page to check out the rugby hunks on my Trying Too Hard board. What’s not to like!?

Thanks for visiting! Have a great weekend!
Hugs!
Molly xxx