BLOG TOUR STOP~ TOUCHSTONE FOR GIVING BY SYDNEY JAMESSON

The Story of Us Trilogy Continues … Elizabeth Parker has been found … Like a falling star she has come down to earth, landing painfully on the debris of a broken dream. What she thought of as love now seems no more than a wish left unfulfilled. Her future lies in the hands of two powerfully possessive men; each desiring her to the point of insanity. Flawless media mogul Ayden Stone oversees her voyage of sexual awakening, introducing her to new experiences and a secret world behind locked doors, away from prying eyes. But … is he Prince Charming or merely the great pretender? With a fighter’s instinct, Dan Rizler continues to box clever; taking his time, waiting for the right moment to strike. He will have his Princess one way or another. Into this twisted triangle enters Elise Richards; a woman with a past and a passion for revenge: hell hath no fury like Miss. Richards. This is a modern fairy tale full of romance, secrets and suspense. Elizabeth Parker is about to be caught, held fast by the hand of Fate; but will she be caught out or caught up in an affair of the heart, body and soul? When nothing else matters … you have to do or die.

Excert #1

By ten o’clock I’m suffering from eye-strain and sensory overload. My empty bed beckons so I turn off my iPod; companion songs seem like fair weather friends now, offering little in the way of comfort or consolation. I cannot be pacified or lulled into a false sense of security by them anymore. I’m possessed by love. It’s tangible, all consuming, addictive: I’m hooked on Ayden Stone.

My phone rings and I rush over to answer it, checking the time. It’s only just gone 5 a.m. in Hong Kong. What’s wrong!

“Hello?”

There is no reply.

“Hello?”

I’m sure someone is there but they either won’t or can’t speak. How strange. I check the call log and it’s a withheld number. It’s probably someone randomly pressing numbers to see if one actually connects. I set my phone on charge by my bed and walk with heavy steps to the bathroom.

Ayden’s email and his six photographic attachments have held my attention for the past three hours. I’m undressing, getting ready for bed. My eyes are drawn to my wrists; the bruising has faded but it’s still possible to tell I’ve been restrained. The soft cord has caused pink lines to circle the skin like rose coloured bracelets. I trace the circle on my left hand with my forefinger and close my eyes. Inside I’m tingling; it’s as if an electric current is building in my stomach and lancing through my groin. My pulse is racing; the air in my lungs is escaping, making my shoulders dip. The memory of that night in Rome, the blindfold, hands tied, pinioned beneath Ayden defenceless, hits me like an overwhelming torrent of hot steam, suffocating me.

Wide eyed I sit, assessing sensations and self-diagnosing symptoms as my hands inch towards my groin. It’s arousal. Not the kind I get from sex or oral stimulation, or even from Ayden’s words, but the kind that is beginning to creep up on me when I least expect it. It resides in my brain as a memory and grips me by the throat, leaving me gasping for air, powerless and totally helpless. He’s not even here and I’m ready to submit, so staggering is my clawing need for sexual contact.

I miss him.

My body misses him...

TouchStone for giving … the Soundtrack!

What now - Rihanna

Stronger - Will Young

Until You - Shane Ward

Love to Love you Baby - Donna Summer

Lovesong - Adele

Badfinger - Day after Day

At Last - Eva Cassidy

Tonight - John Legend

Blackbird - Paul McCartney

Lego House - Ed Sheeran

Lights - Ellie Golding

Naughty Girl - Beyoncé

You’re All I Have - Snow Patrol

Say Yes! - Snow Patrol

Locked Out of Heaven - Bruno Mars

Devotion - Kele

Diamonds - Rihanna

Because you Loved Me - Celine Dionne

Clouds - Newton Faulkner

Grow Old With Me -Tom Odell

Firework - Katy Perry

Another Love - Tom Odell

Right Thing to Do - Carly Simon

Small Blue Thing - Suzanne Vega

So who’s Sydney Jamesson? Seldom does a writer appear out of the mist, fully formed and equipped to introduce the world to their ‘perfect’ prose. More often than not it has taken years and, in the case of Sydney Jamesson, decades to come to the point where she can say: “I’m ready. This is it, I’m done!” Now is that time. She has always scribbled things down; in her home is one enormous waste paper basket full of discarded phrases, opening lines and pieces of dialogue that have hit her like lightening in the middle of the night or whilst parked up at a set of traffic lights. She has worked in Insurance, Fashion and in advertising as a Copywriter and Commercial Journalist and loved every minute of it. For the past 15 years she has been an English Teacher. But, for as long as she can remember, she has lived with The Story of Us in her head. The fact Elizabeth Parker is an English teacher should come as no surprise: novelists write, initially, about what they know … Yet, she confesses, Elizabeth is not her but rather that young, sensitive and naïve woman we all were or still are. So that’s her, furiously typing away until the early hours, creating an epic tale that covers an 18 month period; taking three novels to unveil the intricacies of a 21st century fairy tale.