The old switcheroo...?

I think they switched the excerpt on the Xcite page for Calendar Girl. This is a snippet I loved. Hot, hot, hot. But maybe I'm wrong. Does anyone know if this is the original extract? Did I hallucinate the switch? Jeeze. Maybe my head is full of cold germs and I should go to bed. But...but...Top Chef Masters is on!

I'll just sit over here on the sofa and behave. Promise...

XOXO
Sommer

An erotic novel by Sommer Marsden

Merritt Evans is expecting a lot out of her marriage but what she is not expecting is to come home to find her husband Drake diddling with the local trainer. Thanks to friends in high places, Merritt's divorced by the new year. She’s ready to put her old life behind her and her best friend Jeffrey--drag queen and fake psychic extraordinaire--comes up with a game plan. A year of fun, frolicking and hot sex. No strings, no expectations and did he mention hot sex? A fresh guy every single month to get all the needs and kinks and cravings out of her system so she can move on. Merritt’s doing well with her plan until Penn Fratila shows up. Hot, Romanian and sexy as hell. Oh yeah, and he wants her. Bad.

Extract from Calender Girl:

Stefan wasn’t huge but he was strong. I found it out when he spun me just inside the door. My big velvet skirt swirled around me like some movie heroine and I gasped. Such a girl.

‘I like it in here with you. I like the way you feel,’ he said. His grin reminded me of the Big Bad Wolf, only I was more than willing, in this instance, to be Little Red.

‘How I feel?’

He slipped his hand under my skirt, rubbing the skin right above my high lace-up leather boots. I had been going for prairie goddess meets leather chick. I held my breath, little vines of pleasure skittering up my thighs, wrapping around and around and around my legs to spread tendrils of anticipation to my pussy.

‘Most people would say your vibe. But I don’t do vibes,’ he said. His mouth came down on mine and I could taste the mild red wine he’d been drinking and a spice I couldn’t place. His tongue bullied mine until I simply sank into the kiss and let him have his way with my mouth.

‘What is my vibe?’

His fingers and found their way higher, his thumb stroking whispering arcs across my hosiery. I heard his touch murmuring conspiratorially in the near dark room. A small electric candle glowed in the window and when Stefan pushed the button to lock the door, the snapping lock seemed so loud in the near silence. ‘Eager, willing, kind, a bit flighty.’

I thought about balking, but kept kissing him instead. Plus, his fingers had found the elastic of my grey satin panties and he was rubbing what felt like a line of fire along my skin. All I wanted in the world was for that finger to breach the elastic and slip inside of me. Work me from the inside out until I came. ‘Pretty on the mark.’

I realised I wasn’t touching him at all. I was just standing there being touched. Drinking it in, soaking it in, hell, scooping it up to save for later. No one had touched me since the last time Drake and I had made love and that seemed like a million years and one broken heart ago. I found his slacks with my hand, rubbing a tentative circle on the charcoal grey slacks, felt his cock jump to meet my seeking palm. The joy in my heart at feeling his want of me was nearly overwhelming. I made another little noise.

‘Do you like that?’ Stefan asked, pushing himself into my palm. Pinning my hand between my belly and his erection. I curled my fingers just a bit, chewed my lip, the blush in my cheeks felt like warm brick in the sun.

‘Yes. A lot. It’s been a while since a man ...’ I didn’t let myself analyse. I worked the one button with shaking fingers and when I went for the zipper, he stilled my hand.

‘Since a man?’

I looked up. I could only see the dark shine of his eyes in the meagre light. He was smiling and again I got that emotional waft of a kind cruelty from the way he looked. Like a man who could be not so nice but in the best possible way. ‘Touched me, wanted me ... fucked me? Take your pick,’ I admitted softly.

Stefan nodded as if I had passed a test and he pinned my roaming hand to the wall, pushing his hard-on to the place where my skirt now draped around my hips. He faux-fucked me until I felt like the air in the room was thin and hot and then he said, ‘Don’t move, Merritt. Stay right there.’

The pearl buttons of my demure white blouse came undone for him one by one, shiny little white sluts under his fingers. He raised my skirt like the skirt of some dainty dancer and simply said, ‘Hold it. Just like that.’ So I did, while he pushed my panties low and told me to step free.

I stood in my thigh high hose and my laced up boots, skirt raised like a can-can dancer and watched as he extended his hand and touched me. I tried to move my hand to touch him back and he shook his head. I stopped, clutching my skirt high to my waist.

His fingers disappeared inside of me. One and then two and finally, after a frozen moment where I felt five heartbeats in my neck, he pushed a third finger into me. We both watched, transfixed as he fucked me with his fingers, my back flush to the door. I could hear the muffled, muted party below and I even heard Jeffrey’s big booming voice echo through the house. But I was too busy to truly note it. I was too busy letting this stranger get me off as he stroked my g-spot like he’d done it a thousand times before.

‘That’s it. Come for me. Are you going to come for me, Merritt?’

I could only nod because the air I could draw was rushing into my lungs as my knees loosened and my belly tightened and I bit my tongue to keep quiet, coming with my skirt held up like some fairytale princess. I shook in the shadow of his body as he leaned over me.

‘I did.’ I sounded proud.

‘I know,’ he grinned again and that lupine quality was back. My belly did a long, lazy roll like I was on an amusement park ride and he leaned in to kiss my neck. ‘Stay. Stay right there.’