Saturday, September 28, 2013


Oh, well, just look at that, would you? 

Camryn, from Night Owl Reviews, has given ONE FOR THE ROAD a "rare top pick." 

Even better, she says, 
Great storyline, great emotional depth, great characters, great sex scenes aplenty! I will be looking for other books by this author.

Rated 5 stars. Definitely the best book I've read in months.

Well, I'm all excited about that.   Thanks a hugey heap, Camryn.

Be sure and watch the trailer here.

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

One for the Road - the Trailer

I found a new timesink this week- Windows Live Movie Maker.

And I just settled in and made myself a trailer for my newest book, One for the Road, from Ellora's Cave.  With input from Dena Garson and the Ladies of Tullamore.

And a special thanks to Kevin MacLeod for his excellent music.
And to Algonquin Park where I took the pictures last week.

Friday, August 16, 2013

One For the Road

It's publication day

My new e-book, One for the Road, from Ellora's Cave, has hit the stands. 

I'm very pleased with the cover art, because of the lovely northern Ontario backdrop the artist provided.  Oh yeah, Lindsay and Cade look pretty good too, don't they?

When Lindsay Thomas gets caught in the rain in the middle of the night, taking refuge in a friend’s camper is the perfect answer. But the next morning, when she finds herself a long way from home, alone in the wilds with a total stranger, the lucky break turns into a whole different game. Especially since Lindsay, having just broken up with her straitlaced boyfriend, has sworn she’s ready to have sex with the first man to come along.

Cade McKenna's life is finally looking up. A pickup truck, the open road, nothing but freedom ahead. And with any luck, he’ll find a woman to put an end to the past year of enforced celibacy. As soon as possible. He has no idea just how soon, until his first stop, when he discovers he has a stowaway, a woman who’s equally deprived and equally ready to make all that deprivation history.

For three days and nights, the chance-met passionate strangers slake each other’s sexual thirst and stoke each other’s desires. Until they have to face the reality of their very separate worlds.

I had fun creating Cade and Lindsay and giving them some beautiful nights on the road north of the Great Lakes.  With summer about to slip into the hazy days of autumn, it's just the time to think about a road trip with the one you love.

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read an excerpt from One for the Road, below.

Lindsay hadn’t a clue what time it was, but judging by the light outside the curtained windows, dawn was in the process of breaking.

At least she knew where she was. And why. In Dan’s camper, because sometime in the night she’d stopped trying to work on a relationship with Kevin.

And how do you feel about that? her inner analyst asked.

“Great.” And it was true. She just had to write off the six weeks with Kevin to experience. But other than that, she had to admit she felt more relieved than anything.

All right, even more than relieved, she was frustrated. Back to square one. Because really, sex only once in eleven months—without an orgasm—was not what she’d call a good time.

Simone’s suggestion of a dark and dangerous stranger sounded damn good right now.

Imagine, a complete stranger undressing you, exploring your body, unfamiliar hands roving all over your skin, and unfamiliar fingers working their way up inside you. You’ve never seen him before, and you’re never going to see him again. You never know his name. He does things to you you’ve never had done before, because there’s no inhibitions here.

A stranger. Excellent idea. The perfect way to avoid another guy with issues about her being Andrew Thomas’ daughter.

Okay, she was worse off than she thought if she was seriously considering Simone’s dare to take a walk on the wild side.

Lindsay sat up and glanced around the camper. First things first. Throwing off the covers, she swung her legs around and sat on the edge of the bunk, her feet finding the step. Time to get dressed, flag a cab and head home. Then take off for the cottage and just forget about men and politics. At least until Saturday night.

She stretched into a long, energizing yawn, but cut it short when she heard the sound of the latch on the door.

Oh shit! She looked down to ensure the t-shirt covered her adequately as the door swung open.

The man who stepped into the camper, backlit by the sun in the doorway, was of medium height and build and dressed in rough denim. He shut the door behind him. She held her breath, waiting for the inevitable moment when his eyes would adjust to the dim light.

“What the hell…?” he said slowly, quietly.

Not Dan Talbot.

But certainly the first man to come along.

And definitely a stranger.

Cade McKenna couldn’t even begin to wonder who this woman was and how she’d got here. Despite her wearing only a t-shirt—a familiar one at that—she seemed remarkably calm in his presence.

She remained seated on the edge of the bunk. Almost as though she’d been expecting him.

“Um, mind telling me what you’re doing here?” he asked. A fair question.

“Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have just made myself at home like this but it was cold and wet last night.” But she didn’t look repentant.

“And you just happened to find my camper in the middle of the night, in the middle of downtown Ottawa and broke in and took a nap.”

“Well, actually, the lock was broken. Um, this is Dan Talbot’s camper, right?” 

"Yeah. He’s lending it to me for my cross-country trip.” He pulled in a long, calming breath and clenched a fist at his side. Whatever her story, she was in his space and wearing his t-shirt and, he suspected, nothing else. And it had been a long dry spell.

She nodded. “I see.”

“Look,” he said, “I don’t want to complain, but I’m a little uncomfortable to find you here at all, let alone dressed—or not dressed—like that.”

“Oh, this?” She glanced down at the ancient Nike t-shirt. Just Do It. Great. “I found it in here. Yours?”

He nodded and swallowed painfully as he caught sight of her nipples, taut against the thin cotton. Was she wearing anything beneath the shirt? He forced his gaze back up to her face.

“I suppose you want it back.”

 “Not yet. But I’d appreciate it if you could just get dressed and— hey, wait a second.”

A jolt of dismay mixed with hot yearning shot through him, right down to his gut and lower.

That text from Dan he’d picked up when he’d stopped for coffee. “Enjoy the trip, buddy. And enjoy the little surprise package I sent along. On the house. I know you can sure use it.”

He took another look at her, so calm in his presence. Almost as though she’d been expecting him. He was going to absolutely kill Dan when he got back. And right now he was going to get this woman out of here.

Just as soon as he’d had one taste of her.

After all, he was only human.

copyright Susanna Stone 2013.  All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Lovers and Strangers

In writing erotic romance for Ellora's Cave, there are two concepts that turn my writing crank:

Long Lost Lovers. Especially long lost lovers who never quite got it together the first time.  Who never quite admitted how weak at the knees and hot under the skin they got around each other.  Because it would have been a Bad Idea back then.

And now...  now it's going to happen.  Even though now it's a really Bad Idea.

Sex with Strangers. Especially strangers with an agenda.  Especially when sex with this stranger has all the earmarks of a really, really Bad Idea.

(Oh yeah, as if sex with a stranger would -- in real life -- be anything BUT a terrible idea.  But this is real life between the epages of an ebook, where anything goes, and the safety factor is built in.  Guaranteed.  But it's still a Bad Idea.)

So yes, I like to put my woman in edgy situations.

My first release, Informed Consent, is a Long Lost Almost Lovers book.  Tara and Joe have history -- almost. But it ended suddenly and painfully.  And now, six years later...
With equal parts determination and trepidation—and a low heat forming in her gut—Tara Calloway risks more than her heart to carry a vital message to her long-ago would-be lover, both hopeful and fearful of the reception that awaits her.
Can she keep it strictly business between them, for everyone's sake, or will Joe Corbett seize this chance to carry out the graphic agenda of explicitly sexual threats—promises?—depicted in the letter he wrote her six years ago in a paroxysm of heat and anger and bruised pride?
And will she let him?
Well, of course she'll let him.

Karen from BDSM Book Reviews gave Informed Consent 4.5 Paddles out of 5.   "This short story packs a lot of detail and a lot of emotion in just 80 pages....  This is definitely an author to watch."

Which brings us back to love from strangers. A stranger wrote that review. Someone I've never met. That's exciting.   And even more exciting, something a first-time-published author realises as those royalty cheques begin to show up in the mailbox....

Strangers -- perfect strangers -- are buying my book.

How sexy is that?


My fellow Ellora's Cave writer Rea Thomas has generously featured me as a guest today on her blog,  Check out her sizzling new book, Pleasure Express, just released by EC for Men.