Thursday, October 24, 2013


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Title: Ditching the Dream 

Author: Isabelle Peterson

Genre: Erotic Romance 

Release Date: October 14, 2013


That the DREAM of curing Breast Cancer becomes a reality - 20% of the proceeds from October 2013 sales will be donated to Breast Cancer Research.



Feeling dead in her marriage of 22 years, Elizabeth Fairchild, in her young forties, ditches the dream of her seemingly perfect life with her husband in search of who she really is.

She had gone from her parents' house to her husband's home and never learned to stand on her own two feet. Her husband, Greg, isn't abusive or cruel, just rather neglectful. Her kids are all out of the house, off to college. Feeling that not much is left for her at home, she leaves her comfortable life in Napa Valley, California in search of her inner fire in New York City. She didn't leave to find another man, but soon finds herself involved with two very different men: Jack Stevens and Kevin Parker.

Jack is older than Elizabeth by 9 years. He has heart-stopping good looks, is wildly successful, and very much in control of everything around him - especially Elizabeth. Kevin is younger, by 14 years. He is carefree, has a heart of 24k gold, is a middle school Spanish teacher, and is quite okay with Elizabeth taking the reins. Which dream is really Elizabeth's?

Her quiet life in Napa? Or her wild ways in New York?

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Excerpt #1 (Steamy) 


“Chocolate is the food of the gods,” he said, serving me another bite. “The Mayans and Aztecs believed the cacao bean had magical and divine attributes. They used it in even the most sacred rituals.”

He served us each another bite. “The Aztecs discovered its aphrodisiac qualities.” Kevin’s eyes danced as they drifted downward.

Boldness taking over, I reached into the box and dragged my finger through the ganache on the bottom of the box then rubbed it on my left nipple. “An aphrodisiac, huh?”

Kevin’s eyes brightened. Taking his cue, he leaned forward. Latching his mouth around my breast and sucking, his tongue laving to remove all the chocolate. “Hmm-mmm,” he responded.

He pulled back with a small popping noise from my breast. He glanced in the box and a wicked smirk crossed his face. He reached in the box and took the last spot of chocolate onto his finger and dropped the box on the floor, then rubbed the chocolate on his throbbing cock. “See for yourself,” he challenged.

Excerpt #2 


“That dress has been mocking me all night,” he said, taking a step closer. “The way this neckline hugs your breasts, well, I’m simply jealous.” He dragged his finger down the low V and back up the other side. The touch of his finger made my toes curl.

When his finger reached the thin strip of fabric over my shoulder, he slipped a finger under it and tenderly lifted it down my arm, revealing my naked breast. Closing the distance between us, he bent forward and took my breast in his mouth, swirling his tongue over the taught nipple. The nipple that got a mere teasing in the lecture room. The feeling was exquisite. My breasts having been essentially bare the whole night had them begging for attention, and at long last they were getting their due.

I dropped my head against the door and let out a breath. How he took the time to love on every inch of one breast was incredible. I wanted to beg him to please take care of the other one, but I knew Jack would know just what to do.

I didn’t have to wait long. His other hand came up and slid that shoulder strap down my arm until the whole gown slipped to the floor.

Excerpt #3 

I shuddered when I felt his lips on my ear then placing small kisses down the trail his finger had just made. I moaned at the sweet sensation his lips caused.

Next his left hand was coming up my left arm, over my shoulder and his fingers curled around the fabric pulling it slowly from my shoulder and he slid the fabric all the way down my arms. I heard the soft whoosh of the silk hit the floor and I waited for his hands to be on me again.

I started to turn to look at him standing behind me, but his hands were on my hips to stop me. Why wouldn’t he let me turn to see him? I wanted to see how he was feeling with this. I needed to see how I was affecting him, because I was falling apart.

“Do your panties match your bra?” he whispered into my ear, his voice choked and hoarse.

Again, language having vacated my head, I could only nod. Immediately, I felt his left hand find the trousers’ zipper on my hip and slowly pull it down, his right hand gripping almost painfully into my hip. His hands took hold of the waistband and he started to lower his body behind me, his nose running down my back. I heard him inhale and then groan as he made his way to my waist.I longed to see him crouched there behind me, but couldn’t find it in myself to turn and chance a peek. When he reached to the top of my pants, he slowly pulled the pants down to reveal the matching lace panties. I smiled quietly to myself. Where some women would have chosen a thong, that just wasn’t my style. The panties that I chose to match this bra had a full lace back. “Fffuuck! So hot,” Jack muttered behind me, and my small smile broke into a grin and I dropped my head back. Hearing that I had pleased him caused desire to pool in my panties. He inhaled deeply, his nose at my junction. “Delectable.” My knees started to wobble.

Just touch me! I wanted to scream.

He took ahold of my hand and put it on his shoulder then helped me step out of my pants, but leaving my heels securely on my feet. “These make the outfit,” he said, caressing my foot. He tossed my trousers off to the side somewhere and slowly stood. As he did, he dragged his hands up my legs, over my hips and waist. His touch was so tender it was driving me crazy. I pushed my hips back to feel him against me again. I craved his touch, my body singing for attention.
About the Author

The short story:

I'm the wife of a most fabulous man for twenty years.
I'm a mother of 2 busy teens.
I'm a dog lover.
I'm a serious drinker of coffee and wine.
I live near New York City.
My favorite place that I've visited is Monaco.
My favorite color is green (but I look best in pink/salmon).
My favorite food is chocolate.
My favorite kind of music is New Country.
The long story:
 I've always been a creative sort of person... I started with my college studies in Advertising Design and Illustration. I'm good at drawing and coming up with clever ideas.
As for story telling - well, that's where I have the most fun! Ditching The Dream is my first novel, but I've been working on writing movies since, what seems like forever. Way back in high school my friend Aimee and I started writing a movie and I was hooked. We didn't know what we were doing, but we loved coming up with the story. I also like to come up with stories about people I don't know. Like the guy that cut me off on the expressway...He had quite a story - at least in my mind! Who knows? Maybe I've come up with a story about you! ;) 
Ditching The Dream is a story that came to me while I was helping two author friends of mine. I was helping them with their books and I would make suggestions to amp up their stories along the way. Bev and Amy encouraged me to write my own story and Ditching The Dream was born. Is it auto-biographical? No, not in the least. But it sure has been a fun story to come up with (especially when my hubby gets involved with coming up with ideas). 

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  1. I think it's so lovely that 20% of

  2. Whoops. Posted before I was finished typing. I mean to say that I think it's so lovely that 20% of the purchase cost go to cancer research. Seriously sweet!

    1. It is! Both my mother and hubs mother have had breast cancer. So it is AWESOME! Every little bit helps towards research.

    2. Sorry to hear that about your mother and your hubby's--but I'm happy to hear that there are still people out there willing to do what they can to help towards research!


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