He’s her secret fantasy, but what will happen between them in reality?

Mary loves the Internet but is surprised to find herself falling in love over it. Will is a mysterious American and Mary is thrilled to find out he’s coming over to England, and amazed when he wants to meet with her. But will the heat that freely flows from monitor to monitor be present in the cold reality of Manchester in winter?

I wrote Making it Real during NaNoWriMo 2007. I didn’t make it all the way to 50k and I’ve not managed that this year either. However, what I did write I am very proud of and it’s my longest published work to date, it’s something to really get your teeth into.

Brenda Talley from The Romance Studio gave it 5 hearts and had this to say:

This was my first exposure to the writings of Ms. Victoria Blisse. I can guarantee it will not be my last. I particularly enjoyed reading this amazing book with her beautifully descriptive method of presenting the facts. She took her portrayal of the main characters right on to the page which flowed directly into my heart.

Blisse did an incredible job with her narrative affecting the sensual side of this book. There was an amazing use of the written word to portray the extremely explicit sexual encounters. This book is definitely not for the faint of heart. It is, however, for the adventurous soul looking for a spell-binding glimpse of romance.

You can read the whole review here.

Now here’s an excerpt for you:

I didn’t sleep a wink that night, least it felt like I didn’t. All kinds of plans and scenarios roamed round and round in my mind. Sleep just didn’t come. I got up early and had a long bath. I pampered myself with rich body creams and then put on the new outfit I’d bought for the occasion. The long, brown cotton skirt swished just above the edge of my matching boots. I’d been wearing them on and off for the last few days, to get used to walking with a heel. The top was also brown, but a darker chestnut colour that added warmth to the cold winter day. It had long sleeves and a plunging neckline that my mother would never approve. A small Amber jewel in the centre of my cleavage pulled and gathered the material in to emphasise one of my best features—my breasts.

I enjoyed having my hair washed, cut and styled by the cool, professional hands of my hairdresser. She brought my curls to life and they bounced around my face as I walked to my car. I’d never normally drive into Manchester, but I had decided that Will could live without being introduced to the delight of British buses on a Saturday in December.

Parking wasn’t as horrific as I expected, and just before I left the car I checked myself in the mirror. I even slicked on a little light lipstick, and a touch of mascara. I never really liked makeup, but in my nervousness, I felt the need for a little artificial addition to my natural beauty.

It was bitterly cold day, and I wrapped my brown coat tight around my body as I walked towards Will’s hotel. It was very close to the town centre and I watched as the busy Christmas shoppers scurried by. The fountains at Piccadilly spurted and squirted into the sky, then fell back to the sparkling silver that surrounded them. Children giggled while teen boys rode onto the fountains with their bikes, playing chicken with the water; cursing when they didn’t move off quickly enough and the freezing liquid soaked up their baggy trouser legs.

My heart thumped in time with the rhythm of my heels on the tarmac. Click-clack, click-clack, click-clack. I couldn’t remember being that nervous before, ever. As I approached the hotel building, I noticed a man. He was tall and wearing a long, black coat, but his back was turned to me. The treacle colour hair was cropped close to his head. As he moved, I saw a mobile phone glued to his ear and then the tell-tale fringe at the front of his hair swayed. As he batted it out of his eyes with his free hand, I knew.

It was Will. The eyes that smiled at me were the same ones that smiled out from his forum AV. He waved and I waved back. He pointed at the mobile with a long finger and shrugged his shoulders.

“We’ll discuss it all on Monday, John. Yes, that’s right. I’ve got to go now, yes. Bye.”

He clicked his phone shut and opened his arms. I stepped into them and wrapped around him. He smelt spicy, like Christmas cake and Mexican food and he felt so soft in his expensive cotton coat as his strong arms squeezed me back.

“Hey, Mary, good to meet you.”

Find out just what happens when Mary and Will meet for the first time by buying Making it Real from Phaze today with 20% off. Use the promotional code SANTA at checkout. If you’d like to win this story, simply leave me a comment on this blog and you could with a copy of Making it Real for free!

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