Yesterday's Indiscretion: Guest Harris Channing on Sunday Siren!

I'm starting another new feature on my blog! On select Saturdays, I'll be hosting fellow authors from my publishing house, Siren. They'll be in the spotlight sharing a variety of topics--and some hot and romantic excerpts. Since Blogger decided to take an unscheduled vacation day on Saturday, I'm kicking this off on a Sunday instead!

TODAY'S SIREN:Harris Channing, author of YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION and two other hot Siren titles.
Welcome, Harris! Tell us about YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION!

Writing Yesterday’s Indiscretion came easy to me, probably because at the time my daughter had started kindergarten and I was spending a lot of time at the school. They say, write what you know, so I did.

BUT with that said, I write erotic romance. And there’s nothing erotic about kindergarten! Still, it got me thinking…

So, I gave it a try and what started out as a simple love story between a teacher and a P.E. coach turned into a May/December romance with a twist. Instead of the young innocent seduced by an older, wiser, wealthy man, I turned the tables…turned and tilted them.

Lindy is far from the cougars you see on television. She’s pretty much just a regular gal. She screws up. She’s vulnerable and she’s hardly financially stable. But I like that she’s ‘real’. I like that she shows weakness and sometimes too much emotion. That she questions her crows feet and wonders if she’s pretty enough, good enough, deserving enough.

Hell, I know a lot of Lindys! Just not very many who are lucky enough to find the acceptance she does by the end of the book.

More on YESTERDAY'S INDISCRETION:

Yesterday's Indiscretion by Harris Channing
Heat rating: Scorching
Genre: Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary May-December Romantic Suspense
Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/yesterdays-indiscretion

Be very careful what you wish for...

Thirty-something kindergarten teacher Lindy Whittaker has decided it’s time to marry and start a family. Steven Hamilton, a successful businessman, seems to be "Mr. Right."

But when Michael "Mac" MacIntyre, her former lover, who happens to be ten years her junior, comes to town, will he ruin all of Lindy’s well-laid plans? Will she find love in stability or in passion? And will the choice she makes lead her into blissful happiness or terrifying danger?


Excerpt:

“Oh, Coach MacIntyre, you’re so funny…” Pam gushed.

Lindy rolled her eyes, wondering if it would be rude to move across the classroom and shut her door. Really, who flirted in the hallway of an elementary school anyway?
She could just imagine the new gym teacher ogling Pam’s huge boobs. Most men did. They were entities unto themselves.

Still, she couldn’t blame Pam. She’d gotten a sneak peek at the coach all the teachers were talking about while passing the gym earlier. If his face was as good looking as his backside, well, Pam was doing what came naturally. She flirted and probably tossed the silicone girls in his direction.

But honestly, did Pam need to make yet another conquest right outside Lindy’s classroom? Thank God the children had left for the day. After all, sex education didn’t start until middle school.

“Call me Mac,” he said. The words were innocuous enough, so why was it they rang in her ears long after the pair had gone and she had begun the tedious chore of removing nametags from desktops and cubbyholes?

“Mac,” she said suddenly. “Oh, my God.” She jumped from behind the cluster of student desks and stared at her empty doorway. No one was there. Had she imagined the familiarity of his voice? Her mind reeled. “No, it can’t be,” she mumbled, flopping down on her chair and staring at her desk.

“What can’t be?”

She jerked her head toward the sound of his voice. A tall, gorgeous man leaned against the frame of her open door. A man much younger than her thirty-five years. He grinned and set his arm over his chest. For one long moment, the entire world seemed to stop.

“Hi, how are you?” he asked., The deep timbre of his words seemed to reach across time, and a tingle of déjà vu whispered across her skin.

But, was it really him? He appeared different, yet she wouldn’t mistake him for anyone else in the world. She had to be dreaming, he couldn’t be here. Not now.
“Have we met?” she replied, flustered, but she knew the answer.

He crossed the room and set his hands palms down on her desk. Then came the stare so intense, so familiar, it left her breathless. The glorious mane of chestnut hair, the beautiful blue eyes that smiled at her from behind thick, dark lashes, oh, yes. It was him.

The flash of recognition that shot through her nearly knocked her to the ground. Skin on skin, her body arching against his, the touch of his fingertips, his sweet taste. Her gaze dipped to his mouth, sensual in its fullness.

He tilted his head, and a knowing smile spread over his face. A shiver sped through her. Her nipples hardened beneath their silky confines, and moisture flooded from her core. Whether or not her mind was willing to connect the dots, her body remembered him instantly…every touch, every scent, and every inch of him.

A gasp escaped her lips. “Mac.”

“You do remember.”

How could she forget?

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