Seven Nights.
Seven Rooms.
One Erotic Lesson.
College student Mackenzie is invited to a secret house of pleasure, where she'll experience sexual fantasies for an entire week. Meanwhile, the guy down the hall might be everything she wants and more. Will she quit the house for love, or continue in the Hall of Art and Pleasure?
The Hall of Art and Pleasure
Chasing Pleasure Trilogy Book 1
by Darcy Monroe
Genre: College Erotic Romance
GUEST POST
If I knew I’d die tomorrow…I’d throw a huge party with my closest friends and family. I’d eat all the food that’s bad for me. I’d sing karaoke and go dancing at a club. I’d rent out an entire movie theater and watch chick flicks with my sisters. I’d end the night in the hot tub with the hottest of men: my husband.
When I first considered myself a writer…If you write, you’re a writer. I put my butt in the chair and write. Therefore, I’m a writer. I can’t pinpoint one moment where I felt important, like I was a true author or writer. It’s just something that has always been in the back of my mind that I was going to do someday. I don’t have any illusions of being the Next Great American Author. I want to write trashy romance that makes people blush. I know my niche. 😊
What I am Passionate About These Days…I’m passionate about escapism—books that make you forget your daily grind. Books where you want that main character to be you so badly that you don’t want to leave the pages of that story. No one should have to read books they don’t enjoy. Not every book you consume has to be Literature with a capital L. Give in to the dark side. Enjoy yourself some erotic college romance.
Q: What are some shows or books that your book can be
compared to?
A: My book is for fans of the books Off the Clock by Roni Loren, S.E.C.R.E.T. by L. Marie Adeline, Wallbanger by Alice Clayton. It’s also for fans of the movie Through My Window.
Q: Who should read this book?
A: You should read my book if you’re looking for fantasy-fulfilment, sexy college romance. If you’re down for a short read with a lot of “fun” scenes, this book is for you.
Q: Do you have any side stories about the characters?
A: There’s a deleted scene from this book on my website at darcymonroewriter.wordpress.com
Q: Are your characters based on real people or did
they come from your imagination?
A: They’re made up! I went for relatable so you could see yourself as the main character.
Q: Anything specific you want to tell your readers?
A: I love reviews. Whether you loved it or hated it,
that’s how Indie authors get visibility. Bonus points if it makes me laugh.
Tell me your favorite sexy scene!
BLURB
Mackenzie’s love life is a wreck. Drinking
her troubles away in a strip club seems like the best solution until a dancer
slips her a business card with a local address on it.
When she walks through the door, she’ll
never be the same…
The address leads to a house with the deal
of a lifetime: complete seven nights of “education” in The Hall of Art and
Pleasure, and on the eighth night, step through a different door to be tested.
She accepts the challenge and begins an awakening unlike any other. Room by
room, Mackenzie starts to take back her confidence.
Then she meets Tristen. Heartbreakingly sweet, he seems interested in her for more than her body. Mackenzie is torn between the desire to finish her time in the Hall and her longing for a real relationship. If she continues her carnal quest, she may lose Tristen, but if she quits, she’ll never know what lies behind the final door…
EXCERPT
I
fingered the weathered paper on the door again as I read the fragment of
poetry.
Thy
self: cast all, yea, this
white
linen; hence,
There
is no penance due to innocence:
To
teach thee, I am naked first; why then
What
needst thou have more
covering than a man?
—John Donne
I hadn’t exactly studied poetry, but
I am naked first didn’t really need to be translated. If I opened the
door, would a nude man be standing there? Would it be the stripper from the
night before?
I remembered the way he’d looked at
me, all sexy and serious at the same time. I’d felt an instant connection with
him, or I never would have let him handcuff me.
A full minute passed as I braced my
hand against the handle, the desperate beat of my heart threatening to break
through my rib cage. Then I twisted the knob and, in a rush, pushed through and
slammed the door.
I stood facing it a while before I
dared turn around. Would someone approach me?
No one did. I can do this.
I slowly turned, and the sight of
the room stole my breath. I pressed my hand to my chest as I was transported to
another time and place. Candles created a softly lit atmosphere. The room was
draped in white silks that floated lazily in the breeze of a few fans. There
was a canopied four-poster bed directly in front of me, and it was like… like Arabian
Nights. Like I was Scheherazade or something. The walls were completely
made of mirrors, making the room look larger and more elaborate, the bedroom
reflected golden and beautiful on every wall.
This was the romance missing in my
life. Not the hasty hookups that were so common in college. Not the way I’d
lost my virginity in the back of a cramped sports car, all awkwardness and
pain. This was a romance novel, a dream.
A low chuckle rumbled from the side
of the room.
I turned, startled to see a man
leaning back in an opulent chair, staring at me. His dark brown hair was pulled
back. He wore a button-down white shirt and black slacks, like he had just
gotten in from the office. Not naked after all. He appeared to be about
twenty-five with kind, hazel eyes and… wow. His legs were long. I’d never slept
with someone who promised to be so tall.
I bit my lip. He wasn’t the stripper
from Cherries.
He gestured to the room with one
hand. “You like it?” he asked in a mild tenor.
I nodded.
He unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress
shirt, his eyes downcast.
I twisted my hands together in front
of my coat. This was so awkward! “So, the contract…”
He chucked again but didn’t say
anything.
“Kind of crazy, huh? What exactly am
I doing here?”
Having undone his cuffs, he moved on
to his shirt with slow deliberation, but he didn’t answer me.
“And how do you get to be a part of
a, um… this?” I asked, retreating until my back was flat against the door.
He pulled his shirt over his head
and tossed it in a ball to the side of the room, then unbuckled his belt. It
whipped through the loops of his pants, and he held it for a moment, his mouth
quirked into a teasing smile before it hit the ground with a dull thud.
His eyes zeroed in on where my hand
rested, just inches from the door handle. “Do you feel safe?”
I shook my head once. This man was
anything but safe. This house? Completely unsafe. It was like some weird fever
dream, the whole thing.
I could leave right now. If I wanted
to.
I felt behind me until my fingers
touched the doorknob.
The man paused in undressing, one
hand on his zipper, his tanned skin glowing in the low light of the room. He
arched an eyebrow.
It was like he could see the
thoughts as they raced through my head.
Why did I sign that paper? I
chose this room, but… I’m not ready. Am I? I squeezed my eyes shut.
“Mackenzie,” he said softly, “we
don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, but there was a reason you said
ye. A reason you chose my door. I get it if I’m not your type.”
I opened my eyes. It was my turn to
frown at him. He couldn’t possibly doubt his attractiveness. His chest was
toned, tapering into a flat stomach. He was the type of man who evoked the
cavewoman in girls, the need to feel protected. A knot formed in my throat as I
observed the trail of light-brown hair that began below his navel and
disappeared into the band of his black trousers.
I shook my head, and his face fell.
“No, I didn’t mean—” My hand left
the knob, and I took a step forward.
His teasing smile was back, and I
realized what he’d just done. He was messing with me, trying to get me to
abandon my desire to flee to comfort him.
I folded my arms, slightly annoyed,
but mostly amused. “Well played.”
He bowed like an actor in a
Shakespearean play with the flourish of an imaginary hat, managing to drop his
pants at the same time.
I giggled. I couldn’t help it. It
was so smooth yet so funny.
When he straightened, the warmth in
his eyes had changed. Now, they smoldered with something different, something
primal.
Oh, boy. What did I get myself
into?
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About the Author
Darcy Monroe is an avid romance reader and spicy romance writer. She enjoys binging Netflix, dancing in the rain, and imagining all sorts of steamy scenes with kind, kinky guys.
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This sounds really steamy. I would like to read it.
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