A Proclivity to Prurience by Cheryl Butler. Published in ebook and paperback formats on 24th May 2019 by Little Bee Publishing.
From the book cover:
Joe's controversial approach to life is fuelled by his fixation on Abbie, and a beautiful wedding offers the perfect opportunity for him to seduce her - everyone loves a wedding, don't they? The only hurdle is Eddie - Abbie's son and Joe's best friend - but inebriated and forcing an end to the evening, he inadvertently assists Joe's quest and a suitably indulgent night beckons. But what should have been a culmination of Joe's eleven-year obsession descends into chaos and devastation, wrenching Joe from all he's known for the majority of his life. Accustomed to getting what he wants, it's not until he really gets what he wants that his world unravels and his control slips away. Be careful what you wish for, be careful who you wish for, for obsession comes with a price… but is it a price worth paying?
Explicit - strictly 18+
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As part of the blog tour for A Proclivity To Prurience, it is my pleasure to share with you the following excerpt from this dark tale of sexual obsession!
Driving home, Joe was unable to calm his racing mind. He pulled up outside his apartment, opened the front door and kicked it shut, but Rose stopped it before it slammed, although with an endless supply of objects on which to vent his rage, it went unnoticed. Grabbing a photo of Eddie and himself, he threw it across the room before striding into the kitchen, seizing whatever cups he could find and subjecting them to the same fate, but with no alleviation, he picked up a chair and smashed it across the table and as he looked up, he saw Rose at the door. His lip trembled, but he refused to cry and, as she walked towards him, he threw his arms round her and held her tight, afraid that if he let go, he’d have to face the nightmare that was unfolding. After a considerable period, he pulled away and looked at her, searching for an answer, an explanation, anything that would elucidate Abbie’s behaviour. Rose placed her hands gently on his face. “I’m so sorry, Joe.”
Covering her hands, his wrath took a different course and he slowly moved in to kiss her and, with no resistance, he pulled her close, moving his hands down her back and running his fingers along her belt, unbuckling it before unfastening his jeans. “Joe…” Rose whispered, but he wasn’t listening. Loosening his jeans, he worked on hers, determined and proficient. “Joe, stop!” He pushed Rose against the fridge and, as he tugged at her underwear, pressing hard against her, she faltered, momentarily tempted by the intensity of his proximity and his mood, but pulled from under him as she finally came to her senses. She adjusted her clothing before turning on him. “Joe, don’t…”
He spun round and, putting his dick away, walked towards her, smiling irresistibly; he wouldn’t be beaten. “C’mon, Rosie, you know how much I want you. Why do you always turn me down, who’s going to know?” He cornered her and pushed against her again, placing her hand on his crotch. “C’mon, I promise I’ll be gentle…” There’s always a first time…
“Joe, I said stop!” Rose pushed him off and held out her hands.
Throwing back his head, he sighed. “What’s the problem, Rosie? I know you think about me when you fuck Michael…” She looked away and Joe smiled, moving close enough for her hands to touch his chest. “What does he do to you, Rosie, does he make you come?” He pulled her hands down to his waist and whispered, “Tell me what he does…” Kissing her neck, he guided her hands to his unbuttoned fly, breathing deeply, anticipating her accession. “Tell me what you want me to do… you know I’ll do it… and next time you fuck your husband and think of me, this is what you’ll remember, no more guessing.” With hungry fingers, he pulled at her jeans, edging closer to his goal, vehemently resolute she would not deny him again, unaware that, whilst her rationale was blinded by the emotive circumstances of their convergence, and the temptation for capitulatory alleviation was compelling, the fallout from such a decision would be catastrophic, and the choice between a repined and resentful Joe, or a betrayed and distrustful Abbie and Michael would prove an easy one. Removing herself carefully from Joe’s grasp, Rose walked into the lounge and sat down, feeling frustrated but infinitely safer. Joe reluctantly fastened his jeans and sauntered in behind her.
“You’ll regret it, Rosie…” With his anger ill-concealed, he sat down opposite, crossed his legs and looked at her with an air of arrogance. “If you’re not going to indulge me, then I’ll satisfy myself…” He watched her face as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans, revelling in her discomfort and her struggle to avert her eyes. Seldom was he refused sex and his patience with the day so far was wearing dangerously thin so his proposal wasn’t entirely unreasonable and, whilst he would prefer her participation, he wasn’t opposed to her spectating, with or without her approval.
“Joe, come on, don’t do this.” Forcing her eyes to the floor, Rose ignored the sounds that told her he wasn’t listening. “If you’re not going to talk to me, I’ll go.”
He smiled. “If you had any intention of leaving, Rosie, you would have gone already…”
“For fuck’s sake, Joe!” She got up and headed for the door, but Joe grabbed her wrist.
“OK, you win.” Moving closer, he kept his eyes fixed on hers, tenacious and deliberately ominous. “But I won’t be so understanding next time… and there will be a next time, I can see it in your eyes.” As he released his grip, he buttoned his jeans in defeat. “Do you want a coffee?” He turned towards the kitchen.
“Do you have any mugs left?”
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A Proclivity To Prurience is available now from your favourite book retailer (Amazon links below).
About the author:
Having worked in a variety of industries, Cheryl has met many interesting people and, with a profound interest in what makes them tick, she has spent a lifetime of asking ‘What would I do in that situation?’ and ‘What if things happened this way?’, creating a multitude of plots and twists that she had always dismissed until one storyline nagged her constantly and she decided to alleviate herself of the burden, committing her ideas to virtual paper. Assuming she would run out of steam five chapters or so in, she amazed herself by writing two novels within a year and A Proclivity To Prurience was born. It was difficult to write, given the themes, but Cheryl felt it was a story that would resonate in the current climate. Writing between a part-time job and raising two young children was a task in itself, but, every spare minute was spent doing so or thinking about doing so and her characters took on a life of their own.
Cheryl loves character-driven tales with a psychological edge and aims to produce that kind of work herself, and she’s not afraid to tackle issues that some may find difficult… other than horror – she can’t read or write horror as she scares far too easily!
Aside from writing and her family, Cheryl’s greatest passion is music and she can easily lose herself in a favourite album or song, rather like she does within a book she’s writing or reading, and a musician’s ability to move you on any level is pure genius.
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