Friday, 24 October 2014

Jaz Hartfield: One Night in Amsterdam

A hearty Heart of Fiction welcome to Jaz Hartfield.

Jaz, as his name and photo implies, is an author who lives on the edge. He enjoys traveling, new cultures, and a bit of an adrenalin rush. Admittedly, Amsterdam is one of his favorite locations to visit, but refuses to say if any of his experiences have made it into today's release.

One Night in Amsterdam is the seventh book in the City Nights series from Tirgearr Publishing.

City Nights is a unique erotic romance series with authors contributing to the collection. Each book title starts One Night in . . . and takes place within a 24 hour time frame in a city somewhere in the world. Previous cities include Boise, Idaho; Paris, France; Rome, Italy; New Orleans, Louisiana; and San Francisco, California. Today, we're back in Europe -- Amsterdam.

Chloe is in Amsterdam on a hen's night (bachelorette party) with friends. Dean is also in Amsterdam but on a stag's night (bachelor party) with friends . . . and he's the stag! Marriage doubts have plagued Dean for a while now, and when he meets Chloe, the temptation to stray it great. Surely, a one night fling is acceptable. Aren't stag nights meant for the groom to sew his last wild oat? But what happens when he falls for Chloe's charms? And will she fall for his? They only have tonight to find out.

True to the series, One Night in Amsterdam is a lot of story in a small space. Jaz does a great job of introducing his protagonists so we can quickly endear ourselves to them, as we follow them around Amsterdam, and the Red Light District. This story has a great romantic plot with lots of sexy encounters, which is the trademark of the series. And with Jaz's expert writing, we're pulled into the stories of both Chloe and Dean, who have some personal challenges in front of them as their relationship develops over the course of the night. Will they get it together, or will Dean return home to his fiance? You'll have to read the book to find out! Excellent addition to the series. Well done, Jaz!

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Chloe organizes Jo’s hen weekend in Amsterdam, glad to get away from the usual boring or married men that she sleeps with. Perhaps she’ll meet some cool guys up for a bit of fun. If not, at least she’ll make sure her best friend gets very drunk while they all party in style.

Dean is getting married to Tamsin, but having serious doubts. His mates take him to Amsterdam for one last weekend of debauchery before settling down for the rest of his life. But is Tamsin the right woman for him?

When Chloe and Dean meet in Amsterdam’s red-light district, they are immediately attracted to each other. Dean tries to justify one last fling before marrying Tamsin. Chloe feels bad about having sex with someone else’s intended. Yet, a night of amazing sex is exactly what both of them want. So, why shouldn’t they just enjoy one night of fantastic, guilt-free sex?

Chloe smiled politely as she slipped the pink sweatshirt on. The name printed on the back was ‘Office Bike’. They weren’t allowed to choose their own name, of course. Still, it could have been worse: Di’s sweatshirt said ‘Bitch-Ho’, and Jo’s, whose hen party this was, proudly displayed the title, ‘Bridezilla’. Ushma had the most pleasant moniker with ‘Virgin Queen’. Jo’s sister, Glynis had ‘MILF’ printed on hers, which Chloe felt flattered her rather, but Jo had insisted on it.

They’d started drinking at Gatwick Airport, before their morning flight; continued on the plane with two white wines each. The flight only took two and a half hours. Once at Amsterdam Airport Schiphol, Chloe took charge, as chief bridesmaid. A taxi took them to their hotel where she did the talking at reception.

“Sorry, madam, but we have no reservation under that name.” The lady spoke in perfect English with only a vague hint of a Dutch accent.

Chloe suddenly regressed to being a humiliated, naughty child. She felt the judging stare of the receptionist as she stood in her ridiculous pink sweatshirt. She had no idea what to do.

“Which travel agency did you use? I could phone them for you, if you like.” The lady smiled with only her lips. “Do you have the number?”

Chloe blushed as everyone turned to stare at her. She’d not thought to bring contact details. It hadn’t occurred to her.

“I booked online and can’t remember the company name.”

“Oh, Chloe!” Glynis chided. “Told you I should’ve organised this trip.”

The others sighed and gave her irritated glances.

“We do have two rooms I could let you have. They are a bit more expensive and the only ones available tonight. Would you like those?”
The other four nodded.

“Not much choice is there?” Glynis mumbled.

“That’ll be two hundred and eighty Euros, please.” The lady tapped on her computer as Chloe held out her debit card. None of the others offered to pay their share. Chloe put in her pin number and hoped the bank wouldn’t charge too much for going overdrawn. She took the receipt, printed on watermarked, cream coloured paper.

“I’ll need all your passports, please,” the receptionist announced. “And your rooms are on the third floor.”

Once they had the key cards, Glynis dragged her case towards the lift on the other side of the lobby, huffing and puffing loudly.

“The elevator is out of order today.” The lady pointed to the red carpeted stairs.

They eventually found their rooms. Jo and Glynis shared one, while Chloe, Ushma and Di were round the corner in another.

Di bagged the sofa bed, leaving Chloe and Ushma sharing the double bed.

Chloe had a need to voice her irritation. “I expected some kind of an upgrade, at least. This is just another cramped room with no floor space.” She twisted her mouth and stopped to get a response. She got none. “Still, it’s gonna be such a cool weekend.”

“Someone check the mini-bar,” Ushma ordered, jumping onto her side of the bed. “Any vodka in there is mine.”

“See if we can clear it out in the first five minutes,” Di grinned without irony.

Chloe laughed aloud, wondering if the cost of the whole mini-bar would go on her debit card. To her relief nobody moved.

“So what’s the plan, Chlo?” Ushma asked, stretching languidly on the bed.

“Find a good bar and get Jo pissed.”

“A bar with lots of fit blokes, hopefully,” added Di.

“A male strip joint?” Chloe suggested.

“Yeah, to start with,” Di said. “But those places are just full of desperate slappers and sad biddies —”

“Like us, you mean?” Chloe snorted with laughter, making Ushma giggle.

“Speak for yourself,” Di answered, looking away.

“Says the girl with ‘Bitch-Ho’ on her back,” Ushma said, sending her and Chloe into convulsions.

“Whatever.” Di held up a hand and went to fill up the kettle.

“Okay,” Chloe said, regaining control of herself. “So we get Jo pissed, take photos of her in various naked, embarrassing positions, then post them on Twitter and Facebook?”

Ushma gave her a high-five.

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Jaz Hartfield is a writer and actor who loves travelling. He’s always looking for his next thrill, having tried bungee-jumping, parachuting, white-water rafting, pot-holing and deep sea diving.

Jaz has lived in many different places; his favourite parts of the world include New Zealand, Kenya, Ireland, and the Lake District in England.

Having been on a stag weekend in Amsterdam, Jaz is unwilling to admit whether One Night in Amsterdam has elements of the truth in it or not.

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  1. Welcome to Heart of Fiction, Jaz, and congrats on your debut release.

    Wow! What a way to start a career in erotic romance. You pull out a lot of stops with this one, including giving readers an insiders view of stag and hen parties.

    Where did you get the idea for this story?

  2. Thanks for hosting me on your wonderful blog, and for your kind comments.

    I have been on a number of stag weekends, including one in Amsterdam - which proved to be very eye-opening! Amsterdam is a crazy place where anything you imagine or desire seems to be either in a shop window or on stage. The red-light district is a non-stop carnival of excess. The link with sex is obvious in this setting, but I wondered if romance could also occur here. 'One Night in Amsterdam' asks the question: Where does lust end and love begin? Perhaps the events in the book show the ultimate holiday romance? Regards, Jaz

    1. Thanks for stopping by today, Jaz.

      I love that question -- Where does lust end and love begin?

      I've been to Amsterdam before. A long layover but a full day for it. Found the Red Light District by fluke. An eye opener, even in broad daylight. I never went into the bars though, but I hear they're pretty wild in the evening. Smell of cannabis smoke everywhere! And the craziest thing...a church in the heart of the district.

      I was amazed at the blatant display of adult 'amusements' in the shop windows as well. We walked up a narrow street, window shopping electronic gadgets and books. Then I saw something really colorful and was drawn to the next window...dozens of adult toys in every color of the rainbow you can imagine, just right up there in the window. I thought, OK, this is interesting and moved on. I spotted a lovely display of plants at the entrance to an alleyway and though, flower shop, maybe they have tulip bulbs (yeah, I know, big tourist, me). Walked into the alley and BAM. Scantily clad ladies in full length windows. "Honey, we found the Red Light District!" lol

      The one thing that became clear was that in Amsterdam, sex isn't just something you keep private in your own bedroom or home. Sex is everywhere. It's on display in the windows, they sell it in the shops, they help you lose your inhibitions in the bars and pot cafes, they instill in you that it's a natural human act that we shouldn't be embarrassed about or ashamed. Experiment, have fun, as long as all parties are consenting.

      And now I also understand the theory of clogs. They're so cumbersome to wear, you can't really run away from a lover very quickly while you're wearing them. ;-)

      You said this was your first erotic romance. How did you find the writing experience? You said you liked a challenge. How was this more challenging that something else you've written?