New Release by Suzy Shearer

02 May

One night of magic. That’s all they had together but it changed both
their lives. Multi-millionaire Oliver Maxwell, 51, despairs of ever
finding the woman who stole his heart that night.

Renowned artist Simone St Ives, 46, also knows her life was
forever altered by that one chance encounter. Both doubt they’ll
ever find their soul mate again. Because finding them seems
impossible when all you know about the other is their first name?   

This is an erotic romance.  There are explicit sexual descriptions 
and explicit language used throughout. It will offend some readers.       

STORY EXCERPT: “What the fuck do you mean, you can’t find her?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Maxwell, but with so little to go on…”

The nondescript man facing Oliver shrugged his shoulders, his
arms apart in a gesture of defeat. He looked hesitant as he
added, “I mean we don’t even have a last name, and you told me
you can’t even be sure she lives in this city.”

Oliver’s deep growl escaped his throat without warning then he
sighed. He knew the private investigator was correct, but it didn’t
sit easily with him. He had to let go of his anger. He drew in
several deep breaths then nodded.

“I understand completely, and I’m sorry. I do know you’ve done
your best.”

“If we just had something else.” The plaintive note in his voice
wasn’t lost on Oliver. “Even a last name, a suburb, a place of
employment. Anything.”

Hundreds of times each day, Oliver wished he had the same
things as he replied, “Thanks. If I discover any of those you’ll be
the first to know.”

Both rose and shook hands, with the PI scuttling as fast as he
could from the office.

Yep, he’s glad to leave.

Oliver sank back onto his chair, laying his head on his hands. He’d
tried everything he could think of during the past three weeks to
find his mystery woman to no avail. He had to face facts—she
was gone.

I need you, where are you? 

One night, that’s all they had, just one night. But it would be burnt
into his memory forever. No other woman would, or could, ever
come close to her. His life had been forever changed by one
chance encounter.

Oliver’s mind went back to that night, as it had done so often in
the last three weeks. He still couldn’t remember why he’d gone
down in the elevator … probably something to do with the charity
auction he’d been involved in. When the doors opened on the
ground floor, a vision in cream entered the carriage. Oliver
couldn’t move, he just stared at her. She looked over at him, her
vivid green eyes widened, and he felt a jolt somewhere around his

She pressed a button. Her melodic voice sent shivers down his
spine as she asked, “What floor?”

“Wherever you’re going.”

Her mouth had opened slightly as she continued staring at him,
taking one step toward him as if pulled by a huge magnet. It was
as though they were the only two people left in the world. The
doors began to close and Oliver quickly pushed forty as he
stepped closer to her, his arm brushed against hers and she
gasped. They both just stood there, so close to each other, staring
into each other’s eyes. The elevator stopped and its doors began to
open on the twentieth floor. She ignored the beckoning hallway and stayed looking at him. Upward they rode until they heard—ding, the fortieth floor.

To this day Oliver had no idea why he did it, nor why on earth she
accepted, but he held out his hand and stood in the open elevator
doorway. She looked at his upturned hand, then back to his face
and with a smile that could have sunk a thousand ships, she put
her hand in his. They walked in silence down the corridor.

Somehow he managed to pull his key-card from his pocket, then
open the door to his hotel suite. He kicked it shut as they entered
and the next second they were in each other’s arms. Her kisses
were as frantic as his. They both tore at each other’s clothes until
finally both were naked. © Suzy Shearer 2021     

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Renaissance woman, best-selling and Award winning author Suzy Shearer writes contemporary and paranormal erotic romances filled with mature and interesting characters. Her books always feature older heroes and heroines; ranging from mid 40s to 60s. The heroines are usually confident plus-sized women who are proud of their curves. Suzy feels it's important for readers to connect.

Suzy also wants her readers to understand just because people are older doesn't mean they aren't intriguing, desirable, open to challenges and willing to experiment. They may be older but not always wiser. Remember sexy isn't just for the under 30s.

A Buddhist and artist, Suzy lives in the Lake Macquarie region of NSW, Australia with one very spoilt new puppy and two equally spoilt cats keeping her company. When Suzy is not writing, she is usually painting - an accomplished watercolour Artist her subjects range from portraits and animals to nudes and landscapes. She is also a quilter, toy maker, sculptor and potter. Suzy's Art   LINKS - WHERE TO FIND SUZY:                                                              
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COMING SOON:   DEVIL’S OWN A very dark romance.  

When a deal’s made with The Devil, someone always has to pay. 
By 51 Miranda Fleming had become a world famous artist.
She lacked nothing, except a relationship. In fact in her entire
dating life not one man had ever asked for a third date. She often
joked she was the oldest living virgin. But that was about to
change and not in a way that she could’ve ever imagined—or

He was The Devil. Satan. Lucifer, the Antichrist, the Beast. So
many names, the list went on and on. A taker of souls, a dealer of
desires and greed, the ultimate evil. And now it was time to
collect on the deal made about Miranda years ago. He’d kept her
pure since then, just so he could torment and torture her.

That is—until he tired of her.

Trigger warnings: rape, abuse, torture, enforced compliance, 

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