by Tawny
Wooohooooooooooooooooooo!!! It's that time again - Par-Tay Time in the Lair. I'm sooo excited to celebrate the release this next week of my 8th Harlequin Blaze, RIDING THE WAVES. Here's the blurb, in case you are wondering what kind of waves are being ridden *g*:
What happens in Mexico... doesn’t always stay there!
All uptight workaholic Drucilla Robichoux wants is to experience incredible sex, at least once in her life. So she heads off to Mexico for some sun, sand and sin. And she finds the perfect playmate in sexy surf instructor Alex. Her temporary boy toy teaches Dru to ride the waves, all right...
...right into the most intense climaxes she’s ever had!
But all vacation flings must end. When Dru heads home, she buttons up tight again. Might as well keep this delicious fantasy right where it belongs... in her naughty memories.
So it sure is a shock when she walks into work Monday morning and finds her secret fling is her new boss! And he’s definitely still interested in catching the big one with Dru.
Yeeeehaw! Drinks all around! The margarita fountain is flowing, party-hat wearing hotties are coming around with appetizer trays and wine and I think the tequila shooters are over there (pointing to that corner over there, where Madame and Aunty Cindy are whistling for the cabana boys).
This was a fun book to write. I got to learn to surf (virtually), learn new things about the science of astrophysics (virtually) and spend a whole lot of time thinking about fantasies. RIDING THE WAVES is a Forbidden Fantasy story. Which means Drucilla thinks she's in this perfect place where she can give herself over to all KINDS of indulgences. And her first indulgence she sees? It went something like this:
Reveling in the feel of the tiny grains shifting around her feet, Drucilla headed straight for the water. It wasn’t until she was halfway there that she saw him.
Her heart, and her feet, stopped.
Her mouth went as dry as the sand clinging to her ankles. She didn’t blink when the soft breeze sent tendrils of her hair into her eyes, just batted it away so it didn’t interfere with her view.
Oh. My. God.
He was incredible. Like some water god, he flew over the waves. The water glistened on his golden muscles like jewels in the fading light. Arms outstretched, biceps glinting as he balanced on the deep purple surfboard. Was he real? A figment of her lusty imagination? The manifestation of her every sexual fantasy? Dru’s breath came in long, labored bursts. Her eyes watered because she was afraid to blink, fearing he’d disappear.
Her hands itched to touch that bare chest, to run her fingers down the dusting of dark hair that perfectly highlighted his well-muscled chest. She stared as he got closer to shore, watching him shift his knees to a low crouch as he rode the wave all the way to the beach.
There was something so amazing about surfers. She’d always imagined them to be fearless. Able to embrace anything life handed them and ride it to success.
And talk about muscle control. That was the kind of guy who rock against-a-wall sex and not drop the woman as she melted in orgasmic glory all over him.
Was he real? Or had her sex-deprived imagination conjured up the perfect man to fulfill her every kinky fantasy?
About thirty feet away, she watched him walk across the sand. This close, she could see how young he was. Mid-twenties at the most. His dripping hair fell in inky black curls around his head, his beautiful face adding to the image of a Greek God come to life.
He stopped at the brightly decorated surf shop bungalow, and she watched him key in a code, then open the door and store his board. His familiarity made it obvious he wasn’t a guest. Did he work at the hotel?
Whatever he did, he was obviously out of her league. Not that it mattered. It wasn’t like a sweet young thing like him would have any interest in an almost thirty-year-old scientist with social anxieties and repressed sexual needs.
Needs she’d been perfectly fine ignoring until Nikki had gotten her all riled up over her crazy ideas. Insane ideas. Dru had no idea how to flirt, how to attract a man’s attention. Especially not a man like that. No matter what Nikki had suggested, Dru wasn’t here for a fling.
Except here he was. The most incredible man she’d ever seen. A man who would definitely not stop mid-thrust, but know how to bring a woman to a screaming orgasm, then make her writhe and beg for more.
And then he turned. Their eyes met. Dru’s breath lodged somewhere between her aching nipples and her suddenly dry mouth. His gaze holding her captive from twenty feet away, one corner of his mouth quirked in a charmingly adorable little boy grin.
And he walked toward her. Frozen in the sand, Drucilla didn’t know if she should pull back her shoulders, stick out her chest and smile beguilingly. Or turn on her bare heel and run like hell.
Whew! I think we need to have cake and ice cream, and celebrate now, don't you? Who has the cake knife? Trish? Nancy?
I loved writing a Forbidden Fantasy. Don't you love the sound of that? Both forbidden and fantasy make me just sigh and go into dream-mode.
In the story, Drucilla gives in and indulges in her ultimate forbidden fantasy - a vacation fling. She also
indulges in wildly patterned dresses, kicky heels and decadent breakfasts. The dresses, the heels and the food are all lovely vacation memories when she gets back home. And the fling? Ooops, he's her new partner! And as hot as that vacation fling was... this is when things really heat up!
How about you? What's your favorite fantasy? Would you go for the all night party? The hot young thing? A weekend of margaritas and a chocolate covered Johnny Depp (oh wait -that's my fantasy!)
Come on in, grab a drink (what're you having?), grab a fantasy hunk (who're you having?) and share a little vacation fantasy indulgence. And what's a party without party favors? I'll offer a book (anything from my back list) to three random commenter's today!
Source URL: https://plasticsurgerycelebrities.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-party-time.html
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Wooohooooooooooooooooooo!!! It's that time again - Par-Tay Time in the Lair. I'm sooo excited to celebrate the release this next week of my 8th Harlequin Blaze, RIDING THE WAVES. Here's the blurb, in case you are wondering what kind of waves are being ridden *g*:What happens in Mexico... doesn’t always stay there!
All uptight workaholic Drucilla Robichoux wants is to experience incredible sex, at least once in her life. So she heads off to Mexico for some sun, sand and sin. And she finds the perfect playmate in sexy surf instructor Alex. Her temporary boy toy teaches Dru to ride the waves, all right...
...right into the most intense climaxes she’s ever had!
But all vacation flings must end. When Dru heads home, she buttons up tight again. Might as well keep this delicious fantasy right where it belongs... in her naughty memories.
So it sure is a shock when she walks into work Monday morning and finds her secret fling is her new boss! And he’s definitely still interested in catching the big one with Dru.
Yeeeehaw! Drinks all around! The margarita fountain is flowing, party-hat wearing hotties are coming around with appetizer trays and wine and I think the tequila shooters are over there (pointing to that corner over there, where Madame and Aunty Cindy are whistling for the cabana boys).
This was a fun book to write. I got to learn to surf (virtually), learn new things about the science of astrophysics (virtually) and spend a whole lot of time thinking about fantasies. RIDING THE WAVES is a Forbidden Fantasy story. Which means Drucilla thinks she's in this perfect place where she can give herself over to all KINDS of indulgences. And her first indulgence she sees? It went something like this:
Reveling in the feel of the tiny grains shifting around her feet, Drucilla headed straight for the water. It wasn’t until she was halfway there that she saw him.
Her heart, and her feet, stopped.
Her mouth went as dry as the sand clinging to her ankles. She didn’t blink when the soft breeze sent tendrils of her hair into her eyes, just batted it away so it didn’t interfere with her view.
Oh. My. God.
He was incredible. Like some water god, he flew over the waves. The water glistened on his golden muscles like jewels in the fading light. Arms outstretched, biceps glinting as he balanced on the deep purple surfboard. Was he real? A figment of her lusty imagination? The manifestation of her every sexual fantasy? Dru’s breath came in long, labored bursts. Her eyes watered because she was afraid to blink, fearing he’d disappear.
Her hands itched to touch that bare chest, to run her fingers down the dusting of dark hair that perfectly highlighted his well-muscled chest. She stared as he got closer to shore, watching him shift his knees to a low crouch as he rode the wave all the way to the beach.
There was something so amazing about surfers. She’d always imagined them to be fearless. Able to embrace anything life handed them and ride it to success.
And talk about muscle control. That was the kind of guy who rock against-a-wall sex and not drop the woman as she melted in orgasmic glory all over him.
Was he real? Or had her sex-deprived imagination conjured up the perfect man to fulfill her every kinky fantasy?
About thirty feet away, she watched him walk across the sand. This close, she could see how young he was. Mid-twenties at the most. His dripping hair fell in inky black curls around his head, his beautiful face adding to the image of a Greek God come to life.
He stopped at the brightly decorated surf shop bungalow, and she watched him key in a code, then open the door and store his board. His familiarity made it obvious he wasn’t a guest. Did he work at the hotel?
Whatever he did, he was obviously out of her league. Not that it mattered. It wasn’t like a sweet young thing like him would have any interest in an almost thirty-year-old scientist with social anxieties and repressed sexual needs.
Needs she’d been perfectly fine ignoring until Nikki had gotten her all riled up over her crazy ideas. Insane ideas. Dru had no idea how to flirt, how to attract a man’s attention. Especially not a man like that. No matter what Nikki had suggested, Dru wasn’t here for a fling.
Except here he was. The most incredible man she’d ever seen. A man who would definitely not stop mid-thrust, but know how to bring a woman to a screaming orgasm, then make her writhe and beg for more.
And then he turned. Their eyes met. Dru’s breath lodged somewhere between her aching nipples and her suddenly dry mouth. His gaze holding her captive from twenty feet away, one corner of his mouth quirked in a charmingly adorable little boy grin.
And he walked toward her. Frozen in the sand, Drucilla didn’t know if she should pull back her shoulders, stick out her chest and smile beguilingly. Or turn on her bare heel and run like hell.
Whew! I think we need to have cake and ice cream, and celebrate now, don't you? Who has the cake knife? Trish? Nancy?
I loved writing a Forbidden Fantasy. Don't you love the sound of that? Both forbidden and fantasy make me just sigh and go into dream-mode.
In the story, Drucilla gives in and indulges in her ultimate forbidden fantasy - a vacation fling. She also
indulges in wildly patterned dresses, kicky heels and decadent breakfasts. The dresses, the heels and the food are all lovely vacation memories when she gets back home. And the fling? Ooops, he's her new partner! And as hot as that vacation fling was... this is when things really heat up!How about you? What's your favorite fantasy? Would you go for the all night party? The hot young thing? A weekend of margaritas and a chocolate covered Johnny Depp (oh wait -that's my fantasy!)
Come on in, grab a drink (what're you having?), grab a fantasy hunk (who're you having?) and share a little vacation fantasy indulgence. And what's a party without party favors? I'll offer a book (anything from my back list) to three random commenter's today!
Source URL: https://plasticsurgerycelebrities.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-party-time.html
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