Author Interview: Kristen Moger

Author Interview: Kristen Moger.

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Gothic Gates series expands this Fall…R.M.Simone’

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Samantha DEVON receives a package.  Beautifully wrapped in gold French tissue paper and a brown satin ribbon.  The delivery service asked her to sign for the parcel.  Devon carefully opens the boxed gift to find more tissue pager inside and a scent of new shoes.  Pulling back the paper, there sits the most elegant high fashion designer named heels studded with crystals, pearls, and faux gems.   She starred at them wondering what this will take her to.

Inside is his hand written note on his stationary.   “Devon, a gentleman’s choice, shoes to enter an event for a night showing the progression of the Axis Mundi of my estate in the Florence room.  I promised not to chose your dress, but if you change your mind, allow me the pleasure of dressing you love.   I hope you love the shoes.”

She began to shake, reaching for her cell to speed dial Deanna.  “Hi, hun, he has done it again.  Of course, he sent me a gift.  He did not tell me his estate had progressed to the stage that he is going to have a Renaissance event.  Wait till you see these shoes he just sent me.  I have no words for them Deanna..  And of course, he wants to dress me too.”

“Sam, let the man dress you for this coming showy event.  The man has great taste.  What is wrong with you?  Please tell me you are not going to hold him to that agreement and be stubborn on something like this.”

She clicked off her phone and just held the shoes.  A whole new world was about to display her center stage with this man she so deeply loved.  This was beyond whatever she had envisioned.  She was working so hard refurbishing her estate, while he was moving mountains in his Gothic mansion creating a new center for the social gatherings he was about to begin.   Was she ready for the next stage of this life?  With him…with his lifestyle…with all this Wealth?

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Books to Date:

Gothic Gates series

Gothic Gates, Gothic Gates Venice, Gothic Gates Switzerland, Goth Christmas, Gothic Gates Valentine’s Day, Gothic Gates Mardi Gras

BOOK V Saga and Novellas

The Kiss – The Mist – The Reborn

Novella Alleandrea, His Beloved and THE EPISTOLARY novella

Alchemy Trilogy

Alchemy, The Gold Ring, Alchemy Passion, Alchemy Interwoven

BBW Bodacious series

Scarlett, His Kisses, Monica, Tiffany, Monique

Shades of Love trilogy

Love, Passion, Gratitude

Twin Love ~ practical book on Twin Flames

and types of Twin love and Soul mates

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Shades of Love by R.M.Simone’ EXCERPT

_ad-shades-gratitude-cover-1EXCERPT from R.M.Simone’s and NEW NOVEL ALL RIGHTS RESERVED and owned and may not be copied or used.. Booksbyroshandra@gmail.com FROM SHADES OF LOVE by R.M.Simone’

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Chapter H
Fifty… Shades of Wine

I had managed the day. Negotiations for the book proposal brought a higher offer. I had spoken with Shelly and was heading now to meet with him. Shelly suggested I relax. Let him lead, get to see who he was and I agreed. See what this chemistry was all about and talk about things I was interested in and carefully read his life sharing he will present. This kind of man has high standards, expectations and he also I was clear usually got what he wanted. All of that was a dangerous mix for any female’s heart.

Wine tasting bar is what he set up. I did not drink much, so this was going to be interesting. I looked down at my feet and the shoes did look great. I loved them. It all looked so New York City like the past TV show, Sex and the City. I loved shoes, what woman didn’t?

I was standing at the threshold of the front door of the Wine bar we were meeting at a few minutes before 6pm and my cell text buzzed. I looked and it was Shelly.

‘Have fun hun. Where are you meeting him?’

‘You won’t believe the place he picked.’

‘Okay dish.’

‘Ready. Fifty Paces.’

‘Lol… well isn’t that fascinating. Maybe this guy saw the movie or read the books? Ask him. Dare you. Enjoy the night hun, love u.’

I looked up at the marquis sign over the black painted doorway. Indeed, that was going to be a question to him on why this place. In I boldly walked, where no woman walked before. It was showtime.

There he was standing up about to walk towards me with the biggest smile of ‘hello’ I ever saw on a man’s face in my life. The room suddenly filled with electricity coming off his body radiating directly to mine. It was like two huge Tesla coil towers giving some kind of a hi there super charge to fill the air of this restaurant wine bar letting them all know the main event arrived. The electricity was a storm of passion and I wondered what I had gotten myself into. Taking in a deep breath, steadied my stealth walk to this man, I had to own this moment.

I did. He stood there and reached for me pulling me into his body whispering his greeting. “Why Miss Trudeau, you certainly know how to take a man’s attention and walk into a room.” He kissed me lightly on my cheek and I felt him draw in a breath of my light perfume and my hair. He then stepped back, still holding onto me though and took in what I was wearing. The shoes made his laughter roll and a boyishness appeared that I had not seen earlier. It pleased him for sure to see them on my feet.

“You wear those shoes well Miss Trudeau, and they suit you.”

“Tristan, thank you and why the Miss Trudeau?”

“Well, now that I know your full name, I wanted to be more formal and say it. Miss Gabriella Savannah Trudeau. I like it, I like it a lot. It suits you.” He raised his arm and with the other hand pulled out my chair for me to join him. He ordered the wine steward. This place was cozy, charming, NYC slick and utterly intimate for this meeting with him. I was pleased he chose it. Even with the name of Fifty Paces.

“Are you into wines Gabriella?”

“Tristan, every good ‘foodie’ in New York City is into wines. Yes, I like wine, but I honestly can’t drink much. I am sensitive to altered states.” He laughed and it was nice seeing him open up and show me a relaxed version of himself. I was being sarcastic and for some reason it sparred with his quick way of responding producing a fencing like play between us. This was nice, as most men could become intimidating around a smart woman that had career focus. I also was not about to be turned into a feminine push over for this good looks and mega wealth. He was a package though that I could see be a top list for any woman wanting to be with him. I was trying to just stay present and not over think this. The electrical currents calmed down now that we were talking and the sexual tension under the table hit a new level of perked interest. How was this happening?

In to the rescue came the wine steward with a book filled with pages of options.

“Do you like a good ‘Cab’ wine?”

“As a matter of fact, Tristan I do prefer Cabernets over most other wines, yes.”

“I figured you for that.”

“Really, why, you just met me.”

“Well, a Cabernet Sauvignon is a complex wine. A varietal that is full bodied; layered with levels of the flavors this wine will explode in a connoisseur’s mouth that brings in notes that are most unusual. It comes from a red grape grown in the Bordeaux region of France. It is by far the most complicated wine of all wines and smoky flavors that accent the taste. One of the most expensive also, but worth every penny for every ounce of this fruit of the vine.”

“Your family name is from France and this region of Bordeaux?”

I was surprised that it sounded like he had done some looking into my family name. That irritated me and I frowned.

“Tristan, you checked out my family name?”

“Gabriella, don’t be offended. In my way of life, it is important I look into the background of those I am doing business with. In this matter, though, something else is going on and I do like to understand who I am doing business with. It is just my habit and pattern. Please, don’t take offense.”

“I see, well I thought we were meeting for a wine to get to know each other. I did not realize we were in a business meeting. Speaking of which, you are owner in the publishing house I am in negotiations with?”

He took in a breath, focused on the wine menu, pointed to two things and returned his focus back to our conversation. Since we agreed on liking Cabernet, that was set off with the wine steward to collect what he had just ordered. I was now sitting pertly on the edge of my chair to keep posture poised and let him know that we had some truthfulness to speak about. He had checked me out and I wanted to know more about that.

“Well, Miss Trudeau, let me explain then.”

“Why, must you keep calling me by my last name Tristan?”

“Well, I like the formality. I am a gentleman and business protocol is how I function. Bear with me on this. Besides I think you will agree that we are just breaking this surface of our barriers we each have. Mine is customary to stay in a business mind mode. You have excellent business skills. I saw you in action in the meeting. I was impressed.”

“I see, well then proceed Mr. Montgomery.”

He smiled and raised an eyebrow and leaned towards me. I was not giving up an inch of ground. I was on point and he felt my business sense acumen skills. I liked that. I liked that a lot that he got to see me in action in our business meeting at the publisher office. I did not like that he saw me thrown off my balance in the modeling stint. Meantime, the ball was in my court now and I was listening.

“You are intoxicatingly causing me to want you right now, right here and get us a suite on top of a hotel so I can do all of what is going through my head with you fully right now.”

My poker face and jaw dropped. Everything under the table was on fire and I could not believe he just said what he said to me. I could not breathe again. I turned to stone. A rock of immovable organic earth not believing fully what I just heard. My body heard and felt it though, every word and his intention fully. I had to say something, what? Breathe Gabriella, breathe in some air, clear you sharp mind and speak woman.

“Tristan is this a mind fuck?”

He jerked back in his seat and looked confused. Like I just slapped him in his ever so handsome face and his blue eyes sending me a bewildering look. He was taken aback by my swearing too, I was certain. I rarely or never use that word. Why did I use that just then? I wanted to snap him out of whatever was going on for him.

“The lady swears? Frankly, that surprises me Gabriella. I can see you are upset. I am really struggling and I do not like to admit that to you, that you are throwing me off my usually cooler demeanor and what is going on in the way of a man’s lower head driving the body at the moment. Honestly, you are like a wine I want to taste, a feeling of electricity I have not come across before and a mixture of heady intellectual property that I want to know all about. Every nuance of what you are intrigues me and I should not be so bold or so honest with that. It may not seem appropriate.”

“It is too fast Tristan. Too intense and yes whatever is going on is confusing me and challenging me as well. You suddenly show up in my life, not once, but two times in the same day and here we are getting to know each other maybe. This is a lot to take in.”

“And Tristan, I rarely swear and not with that word. You scare me with whatever happens on something being so personal so fast and I barely know you.”

“Miss Trudeau, I would like to date you properly.”

With that, I thought I would break out in tears. Never in all my 25 years of life, being on my own two feet, independent nature and capable of taking care of myself and my life, had I ever met a situation like this or a man like him. I had no idea how far into the ocean I was. He was using the ‘we’ word and I was resisting this with all the warrior nature I could muster. A female gives up her identity far too fast and the nature of woman is to be joined with the masculine or man. I had my own inner life ways and I was not ready to meet someone of this nature. It had me emotionally off balance. Is this how love can be? I wrote about love, romance and relationship and archetypal love matches. Sitting across from an example of a male that was a Titan model for other men was throwing me off my ride and into an arena of body sensations I had not felt before. Sexually mature and selective I was, but fully orgasmic on my own self pleasuring. I did not need a man for that or to give me a house or take care of me.

I wanted to cry.

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Shades of Love by R.M.Simone ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Love, Passion and Gratitude

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Shades of Love  

Shades of Passion  

Shades of Gratitude

When you walk into a photo shoot, just filling in for a model GF
and you see it is staged like a movie set of FIFTY Shades
and you are ready to TURN AROUND and WALK OUT…
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.He was standing there WAITING for this, for you, and grabs you.
HE IS NOT letting you go…
What plays out in this story will captivate and fascinate you and break open your Dreams
that a STORY like this can happen
and when it does, it just may be the END ALL
YOU NEVER SAW COMING….
R.M.Simone’ Enchanted Love stories of Eros and Psyche…
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