- Shopping Bag ( 0 items )
In Fall into Winter, a provocative collection of erotic novellas, four women seek pleasure in unique ways and are soon swept up in maelstroms of lust, seduction, and obsession.
After Ella Jamieson trades self-control for a stolen moment of unbridled passion with a younger man, he surprisingly pursues her, leaving her wondering if he could become more to her than just a boy toy. After Stella Christy's fantasy of a ménage à trois with two men comes true, the rules suddenly change;...
In Fall into Winter, a provocative collection of erotic novellas, four women seek pleasure in unique ways and are soon swept up in maelstroms of lust, seduction, and obsession.
After Ella Jamieson trades self-control for a stolen moment of unbridled passion with a younger man, he surprisingly pursues her, leaving her wondering if he could become more to her than just a boy toy. After Stella Christy's fantasy of a ménage à trois with two men comes true, the rules suddenly change; she finds herself excited and terrified in ways she never imagined possible. Leah Jones isolates herself in a cabin to complete her latest book, but is soon distracted from her goal when she reunites with a man from her past. Ten years after Elena Lee enjoys a torrid love affair while vacationing in Austria, she is back in historic Salzburg with doubts about why she left.
Knee-deep in steamy affairs, these four women will make choices that eventually lead each of them on an unforgettable sensual journey to ecstasy.
"... An enticing black diamond run of a book. If you like your sexual fantasies with more than a dash of culture-this book is for you." —Josée Renard, author of The Dressing Room
“Fall into Winter is an ideal book … gave me more than I expected.” TOP PICK – 5 Stars! —Erotic Romance Reviews
“Eden Baylee’s debut novel Fall into Winter was simply an incredible read…” —Joyfully Reviewed
Ella Jamieson took a sip of her scotch and glanced over at the man to her left. They stood at the bar of X-tasy, the newest nightclub in town. It was billed as the next hot spot in New York since Marquee went under a few months ago, and Ella had received comps for the club's opening night. It was a Saturday evening in October, and the weather was starting to cool off after a sweltering summer. She had taken in the scene for the past hour and was just about to leave when he walked up beside her. It had been boring up to that point, and she craved some excitement. For some reason, the young man standing next to her made her feel particularly wicked.
"Did you come here to get laid?" she asked, not even looking in his direction, though it was obvious her question was intended for no one else.
"Pardon me?" He turned to her—his eyes narrowing to focus in the dark room.
"I asked if you came here to get laid."
"I don't know what you mean."
The music was loud, and she knew he was having difficulty hearing her.
She moved to face him. "I mean, I hope you're not here for the music."
"Why, what's wrong with it?" he asked.
"Nothing's wrong, but you can't call this music—a DJ playing shitty remixes of eighties' hits is just bad."
"This isn't an eighties song."
She heard defiance in his voice and immediately felt aroused. "How much do you want to bet?"
"What are we betting for?"
"A drink." Ella sipped the last of her scotch.
They shook on it, and now Ella took a long hard look at him. She guessed him to be in his midtwenties, probably still in diapers when this song came out. He was cute, though—definitely her type—boyish, tall, and lean.
Over the last few decades, some of the best music from the sixties and seventies were sampled and remixed in clubs. She didn't even include eighties music, as disco had already sucked a lot of originality out of that era, being the decade littered with one-hit wonders. Ella felt there was so little originality in any of the new music released today, and with few exceptions, most artists had no staying power. She much preferred the music of earlier generations.
"Do you even know this song?" she asked.
"No, but I'm looking it up on my iPhone. Tell you in a sec."
"Don't bother. It's called 'Everything She Wants.'"
He glared at her with his baby blues. "How'd you know that?"
"I've been around music for a while."
He fidgeted with his phone, inputting her information.
"Trust me," she said, amused he wasn't taking her word for it. "I'm right. The song is by Wham."
"Shit, you are right. 'Everything She Wants' came out in nineteen eighty- five."
"Yes, so why are we listening to a bad remix of a twenty-five-year-old song?"
"You have a point."
The bartender came by, and she ordered a double. "He's paying," she said, nodding in her young man's direction. She turned and walked to a nearby table.
She could tell he was intrigued—they usually were. At thirty-eight, she had been on the singles' scene for longer than she cared to remember and was resigned to staying that way. Ella stood five feet seven with heels and had the supple, slim body of a woman in her midtwenties. Her curly auburn hair fell just below her shoulders, highlighting her dark brown eyes. Tonight, she wore a black lambskin pencil skirt with a slit up the back and a matching jacket. She loved leather and wore it often in the fall. It made her feel powerful and seductive. Underneath, she was dressed only in red silk lingerie. Her bare legs were exposed, wearing a pair of scarlet pumps.
Working as a promoter for a rock radio station had provided her with plenty of opportunities to go to clubs, but the hours had meant other areas of her life had suffered. Though she met many men, and suspected she had more sex than any of her married girlfriends did, finding that special someone had eluded her.
He brought their drinks and sat down next to her. "So ... are you here on your own?"
"My name's John."
"I'm Ella. Nice to meet you, John."
"Ella? Named after the 'First Lady of Song'?"
"If you mean Ella Fitzgerald, that's right. You're familiar with her music?"
"I dabble in jazz. Are you a fan?"
"Not at all. Classic rock is my specialty."
Just then, a remix of David Bowie's 1983 hit "China Girl" came on.
"Another eighties song?" he asked.
"Yes, do you want to bet again?"
"No, no, I get the feeling I'm out of my league here."
A sense of humor, polite, and cute—he was definitely fuckable material. Aside from his messy mop of dark brown hair, he was extremely clean-cut. He wore a light dress shirt with a jacket and black jeans. She guessed him to be some Wall Street banker, possibly a lawyer, less likely an accountant. He appeared well built and obviously went to the gym—that was a given. Like most of the men she met who enjoyed coming to the clubs, he probably didn't have a clue about music prior to the nineties. By contrast, Ella grew up in the seventies with two older siblings. From early on, she was immersed in the British Invasion and Motown, and she had a collection of vinyl that would probably make her seem ancient to someone John's age.
"So, John, how did you get into this place?"
"I came with a friend, but he had to leave early. You?"
"I'm on the job."
"Oh? What do you do?"
"Aha! No wonder you know so much about music. You must have taken me for a sucker right away."
No, she didn't, but she wouldn't mind being sucked by him.
"Actually, that's not true," she said. "I got into radio because of my interest in music, not the other way around."
"Still, I'm not sure our bet was made in good faith. You had an unfair advantage."
"Yes, I did, but that's the nature of making a bet, isn't it? I'm not required to disclose all the facts."
"Okay, how about you give me a chance to even things up?"
"What did you have in mind?" Ella was always up for a flirtatious sparring match.
"Now that I know what you do, how about you guess what I do for a living? If you're wrong, you buy the next round."
"And if I'm right?"
"I don't think you'll be right."
He was cocky, something she attributed to his young age. She guessed he had no idea how old she was.
"Okay John, you're on. How many guesses do I get?"
"I'll be a gentleman and give you two."
"Very generous of you." She went with her gut instinct. "My guess is you're a banker."
"Nope," he said, smirking.
"All right, then ... a lawyer."
He eyed her with defeat, but only for a second before he let out an exuberant laugh. "The lady's getting the next round!"
Ella was shocked. It was rare she was wrong about these things, having had ample experience with younger men. John was sly—she had to give him that.
"Give me one more guess." She hated to lose.
"Okay, but you're still buying me a drink."
"All right, all right." She liked that he didn't give in to her. "I almost said this as my second choice—an accountant."
"Survey says ... so sorry!"
"Damn!" she said.
John motioned for the waitress. "I'll have a vodka martini with a twist please." He looked over to Ella. "And another double scotch for the lady—neat, right?"
"Yes, thanks. I need it." Ella was having fun despite losing the bet.
The noise of the club suddenly became unbearable with the Britney Spears version of Joan Jett and the Blackhearts' "I Love Rock 'n Roll." That was about all she could take. When X-tasy billed itself as the next big club with a retro feel, she had thought she would be listening to some old classics, not bad remakes of them.
"It's getting louder in here, if that's even possible," he yelled into her ear.
Ella found the perfect opening for her next move. "I know. Let's leave after this drink."
* * *
They hailed a cab to Madame Z, an established bar and lounge club she had frequented in her twenties—John suggested it. She heard it was turned into a jazz and blues club several years ago, but the name had remained.
"Exactly how old are you?" she asked him in the cab.
"Just curious. I didn't think you would know of Madame Z. It's a bit old for you, isn't it?"
"I have eclectic tastes—that includes my music."
"Really? And what else?"
"Women," he said, staring straight at her. She felt her pussy flutter and found him quite adorable.
"So, John, are you going to tell me what you do?"
"No, I want to keep you guessing." He was a flirt—and a very good one at that.
It was close to ten thirty when they arrived at the club, and she was beginning to feel the effects of the drinks she had. When they got out of the cab, she casually glanced at who the headliner was for the coming week and saw a poster of John on the front window. It read JOHN COOK&MDASH;BLUES GUITARIST. SELECTED EVENING SHOWS.
"What's this?" She turned to him, her mouth agape.
"Just something I do when I'm not playing a banker or a lawyer."
"You're performing here?"
"I wouldn't believe everything you read. Just because the sign says ..."
Ella punched him on the shoulder. "Damn it! You led me to think you knew nothing about music, and you're a bloody musician!"
He laughed loudly and guided her into the club. "Ella, you never asked, and I didn't lead you on. True, I may not be familiar with rock or pop music, but there's probably little about jazz and blues I don't know."
Ella had to admit this was the biggest surprise she'd had in a long time.
"You've played here before?"
"Once or twice."
"Everyone seemed to know you when we came in."
"One of the perks of being part owner."
"Really?" Ella was impressed, and that didn't happen often, certainly not when it came to younger men and what they did for a living.
John brought her upstairs to his private office, and they sat facing each other on a plush, velvety red couch. Ella surveyed the surroundings and found the room functional and cozy. The lighting was dim and the decor contemporary. There was a desk with a computer on it, and a stand with three guitars in the corner. The walls were bare except for a large black-and- white print of John Lee Hooker. The room had a sexy vibe to it, and it was comfortable—too much so. She couldn't remember the last time a man took charge with her, almost forgetting that she had intended to make the conquest. For someone only in his twenties, he had an air of sophistication she had never encountered.
"Do you bring all your young women here?"
John looked at her seriously with his pale blue eyes. "I don't bring women here. This is where I work."
"Oh, so you brought me up here for business?"
"No, but sometimes it's good to mix business with pleasure."
She liked how he played with words. His calm intelligence turned her on.
"Why me, then?"
"I liked you from the moment I saw you, and when you asked me if I was at X-tasy to get laid ... I must admit, I found that impossible to resist."
Ella now felt embarrassed for saying it. "That was pretty forward of me."
"Yes, it was, and to answer your question ... I didn't go there to get laid, but the night is still young."
He leaned in to kiss her. Though she was used to being in control, she thought she might give up some of it—just for tonight.
He licked around her mouth and gently bit her lips. She liked that he was in no hurry. With his fingers tangled in her curls, John drew her in. Ella met his tongue with hers, wrestling with it and tasting the smoky-sweet combination of his martini and her scotch. He cradled her back and nuzzled behind her ears, sending chills up her spine. It didn't take her long to feel hot moisture seep between her slit.
At that moment, she decided she had to have more of him and got up from the couch. Removing her jacket and hiking up her skirt, she sat on John's lap facing him, kneeling with her calves spread out on either side of his thighs. She could tell he was surprised by her aggressiveness, but he was obviously turned on—the bulge in his pants proved it. Ella thrust against him in an erotic grinding motion. He groaned, and she pressed her lips on top of his. They battled inside each other's mouths. John held her ass while she gyrated. He slipped his right hand down the front of her panties.
"Damn. Ella, you're dripping."
He penetrated her with his middle finger. She rode him and felt another inserted into her as his thumb worked its magic on her clit. He slid a hand underneath her bra, grasping her left breast. He squeezed till she moaned. Her nipples were already stiff when he pinched them.
Ella arched backward as John thrilled her by tonguing between her cleavage. She felt him growing bigger as she pushed her pussy toward him. Her breathing became labored as he continued to play with her. She shut her eyes and dug her nails into his shoulders—she was close.
"John, you're up in fifteen!" yelled a voice from outside the door.
"Okay, Bill," he said. "I'll be right there." His voice was composed.
"Shit! You're performing tonight?" she asked in a hushed tone.
"Yup, in fifteen, like the man said."
"You have to go." Ella moved to get off him.
"No, no, not yet." He didn't stop touching her for a second. "We have a little pleasure to take care of first." John resumed stroking her in the same unhurried manner as before. Soon she felt the heat building again in her groin.
Ella held onto his shoulders and adjusted her position to allow his thumb more room to vibrate her swollen bud. She was amazed at how agile his fingers were within the confines of her underwear.
She sensed his arousal as she raised her hips before pounding down on him again. She hated to rush, but she couldn't control herself even if she wanted to; she was on the verge.
"In five, John!" Bill called out again.
"Yup, no problem. I'm coming," he replied.
Ella didn't even flinch this time. She was too engrossed in how John made her feel to care about anything else. She bounced with full force before succumbing.
"John ... I'm—" Slamming her ass on top of him, her pussy contracted repeatedly. Multiple waves swept over her, leaving her dizzy from the frenzy of her movements.
John kissed all around her neck until her convulsions subsided. When Ella finally stopped shaking, he withdrew from inside her. She watched as he took his fingers, soaked in her juices, and rubbed them on his lips before sucking each one into his mouth. Ella felt butterflies in her stomach at the sight of such an intimate gesture.
"Damn, Ella, I thought you were going to cut off the circulation to them."
She was still breathing heavily when she dismounted him. "We can't have that. You need them to play."
"Yes, so true, and not just with my guitar."
She was sweating from exerting herself and from the sheer bliss of her climax.
"John, time!" It was Bill again.
She looked at John, and they both cracked up.
"You were wonderful, Ella. Will you stay for the show?"
She heard the longing in his voice. A part of her wanted to, but she wasn't sure. "You've got to go," she said.
He pulled her in for another kiss, a lengthy one that left her tingling.
"To be continued?" he said, combing his fingers through his hair.
His words sounded more like a statement than a question. She saw him walk out the door, patting down the creases of his shirt and tugging at his crotch to shake off his unfulfilled desire. She, however, smiled and was quite content to bask in the afterglow of her orgasm.
* * *
"I got your note. Not exactly what I was hoping for."
"Who ...? What ...? Who is this?" Ella was awakened out of a deep sleep. She'd almost dropped the cordless phone as she snatched it from its base. Consciousness crept in, and she peeked at the clock beside her bed. It was six thirty in the morning, on one of the few days she could normally sleep in.
"It's John. Remember me? The man you left last night with a raging hard-on?"
"How did you get my number?"
"I have my sources."
She was not in the phone book, but it wouldn't have been difficult for him to find her.
"It's early. Don't you sleep?" she asked.
"No, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I was looking forward to seeing you after the show."
"John, I'm sorry I left. I stayed for a few songs, but then—"
"But what? To say your note was brief is an understatement—'Thanks for a lovely time'? Is that all I was?"
Ella had known as she wrote it that he would be upset. She was aware the note was curt, but her intention had been to make a clean break.
"I had to go," she said.
"Obviously, you were in such a hurry you didn't even sign your name."
"What happened? I thought we had something."
They did, and Ella had felt it—that was the problem. Since reaching her midthirties, she had kept her younger men neatly compartmentalized. She picked them up, she determined when and where they fucked, and she ended it—usually after they had sex, which typically happened the same night she met them.
It was an unspoken rule—she was the older woman, and she called the shots. She never deluded herself into assuming something more could come out of a one-night stand. Things with John didn't quite happen that way, and she found him impossible to fit in a box.
"John, I don't normally—"
"What? Go out with guys my age?"
"No, that's not it."
"So, what's the problem then?"
"Listen Ella, if you don't like me, tell me, but if you think there's an issue with my being younger than you, I can assure you there isn't."
"John, I'm thirty-eight, which makes me twelve years older than you."
"Look, I don't give a damn how old you are. We connected and that's all I care about. You're a beautiful, sexy woman, and I want to see you again. Say you don't want the same thing, and I'll stop bothering you."
Excerpted from fall into winter by eden baylee Copyright © 2010 by Eden Baylee. Excerpted by permission of iUniverse, Inc.. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
Posted February 27, 2011
I loved each of the stories, especially the Norwegian. All four stories are very emotional and satisfying, and every sex scene is original and incredibly hot. I highly recommend this book.
2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 17, 2011
In my experience, finding erotica with engaging characters and strong plots is unusual, and it's downright rare to find a collection of erotica with those qualities that is as elegantly written as "Fall Into Winter." These stories feature strong, self-possessed women who know what they want sexually and aren't afraid to get it. Each of the four novellas in this collection take you to the edge of fantasy, but not so far out that they lose plausibility; if you like erotica that takes place in the realm of the possible, this book is for you. Sexy, arousing and fun, this elegant, witty collection is an honest, playful exploration of sexuality, seduction and lust. Eden Baylee is exceptional.
1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 8, 2012
Eden Baylee, Erotica Extraordinaire, has done it to me again. After reading “Spring Into Summer” I couldn’t resist grabbing a copy of “Fall Into Winter”. I’m so glad I did.
If “Spring Into Summer” was HOT, “Fall Into Winter” was SCORCHING. Every story was a treat and had great plots, something you just don’t find in Erotica nowadays.
“Seduced by the Blues” was just straight up sexy. The older woman, younger man thing is just so hot to me and Baylee made you believe that these two could make it last forever. In more ways than one.
I’m still trying to figure out why “Act Three” was not the last story of the book, as it blew the bulb off of the H.O.T meter. Stella is a FREAK and takes it out on not one, but TWO men. Threesome activity is usually pretty nauseating in most erotica novels, but again, Baylee managed to make me feel there was some sort of passion involved and it wasn’t all about the “freak”.
“The Norwegian” was romantic and sweet (Even though Baylee claims she doesn’t write romance!) Blah! This was a very passionate story that was written more around the emotional turmoil of the characters (with just a little “freak” on the side).
“The Austrian and the Asian” was my favorite of the book. It was everything: Sweet, sexy, sad, and sensual. The plot was very good and I couldn’t have hoped for a better ending. BEWARE: The Asian will remind you of someone you may or may not know. =)
Overall, loved this book. If you love Erotica, Eden Baylee is one of the best at it. Check out “Spring Into Summer” if you haven’t already. You will not be disappointed.
Posted November 26, 2011
This book was a bit out of my realm of review criteria and I hesitated accepting it but I¿m glad I did. It is erotica and it is a collection of short stories; just to let you know that right up front.
That being said, I enjoyed reading this book. The four stories were well written and, yes, full of sexual scenes but they, too, were well written. There were story lines for each of the four stories so it wasn¿t just a matter of boy jumping into bed with girl, getting it on, and end of story.
Baylee made an attempt at creating believable characters and I think she did a pretty good job considering they are short stories. I¿d like to see more by this author and an attempt to put together a full length book. I believe she definitely has to potential to create a good, ground shaking erotica book that will fly off the shelves.
Posted September 11, 2011
Eden Baylee's Fall into Winter was a wonderful erotica novel comprised of four short stories. The stories within the novel consisted of a variety of different themes from role playing and ménage à trois to steamy bed room scenes with younger men. Throughout the novel Baylee's writing kept her readers on their toes. Her stories were never bland or boring, but instead created a colorful palette of characters and scenes. I love her characters they were sensual, deep and at times even wickedly witty! Unlike many erotica novels Baylee's Fall into Winter has heartfelt stories of love, loss and wickedly delicious sex scenes. My favorite story within the novel was the lusty story of Elena a writer on a visit to Austria and Stefan a gentle but sensual Austrian architect. I highly recommend this novel to adults looking for some saucy reading material. I look forward to Eden Baylee's next novel.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 2, 2011
I've read this book twice and each time I fell in love with the characters, storyline and the voice of the book. Each story is steamy and hot with characters you could relate to. There are rare books out there that fall into the erotica genre. Most end up being cheesy with laughable words. But Eden Baylee's voice for the characters are modern and sexy. You won't regret picking this wonderful book up and getting cozy and reading this from cover to cover. Its magnificent piece of erotica. Its a modern tale full of sexy words and steamy scenes. This is a book that you can read over and over again.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 4, 2012
No text was provided for this review.
Posted December 30, 2012
No text was provided for this review.