Good morning! Well, the contest has just been going swimmingly, hasn’t it? I’m having a terrific time; hope you are too.
Today…I’m my own guest! I’m showing some quick glimpses of Paradise Rules and I’m giving away some fun prizes to one commenter. I have a Paradise Rules beach tote, a Paradise Rules T-shirt, another lovely silver/ocean ball toe ring, and some fun Hawaiian jewelry–a bead necklace, flower hair clip and cool anklet. You’ll be beach ready! PLUS…some beach reading. Your choice of Wicked Burn, Daring Time or Sweet Restraint!
When I think about my upcoming book Paradise Rules my mind immediately goes to the gently swaying deck of a houseboat moored on a private, azure-blue lagoon. I can almost feel the sun on my skin and hear the wind chimes trill in the gentle ocean breeze.
Jason?” she called out hoarsely.
Again, there was only silence.
She distantly heard the sound of water splashing. She walked over to the window and watched, her breath burning in her lungs, as Jason arose out of the ocean with a flex and bulge of defined muscle. He’d obviously taken an afternoon swim. He used his fingers to wipe water out of his face then casually swiped his hand over a ridged abdomen, making a stream of water splash off taut, sun-bronzed skin. Lana stood rigid, paralyzed by the sight of him glittering and flashing in the bright sunlight like an ancient Polynesian god.
She made a small, trapped sound of dismay—or was it longing?—when he suddenly went still and looked directly at her through the pane of glass.
One of the things I really like about Paradise Rules is the juxtaposition between the taut emotions going on between the hero and heroine and this golden, lazy, idyllic…almost magical setting.
Her backbone stiffened. “You don’t seem to have any problems with the fact that you blatantly mislead me.”
He shrugged. “It’s like I said the other night. I got what I wanted, and so did you. What if I did twist the truth a little?”
“Twist the truth?” she repeated incredulously. “I could have you arrested for what you did!”
“You could try.” He watched her as he used the towel around his neck to dry his hair. “But you’d have to admit you solicited sexual services from Hawaiian Nights. That’s not going to please the police any more than my little misrepresentation. I’ll just say it was a mistake that you thought I was a male prostitute.”
She stalked toward him, looking furious. He thought she was about to ream him out when she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks.
“Why?” The single word popped out of her mouth, seemingly against her will. “Why the hell did you do that?”
He paused before he let the towel drop to his chest. His cock stiffened to full, leaden readiness, as erect as it might have been after having a woman pamper it with her hands and mouth for long, delicious minutes.
All that from just the sight of Lana’s vulnerability, just the hint of her softness.
“I told you. I wanted you. When the opportunity arose to take what I wanted, I took it.”
She shook her head in amazement. “Just like that.”
“Yeah,” he growled as he came around the granite-topped island that set off his kitchen from the living space. He saw her eyes go wide as he stalked toward her. “Just like that. So why don’t we talk about what’s really important here.” He opened his hand at the back of her neck and pulled her against him. He leaned down until their mouths were just inches apart. The light scent of flowers and sweet woman filtered into his nose. He breathed deeply through his nostrils.
“Tell me why you came, Lana.”
She panted lightly in the taut silence.
“Come on,” he coaxed, his gaze glued to her mouth. “Just say it.”
For some reason, he wasn’t shocked when a single tear spilled down her cheek. He’d sensed her inner conflict from the beginning. It was what fascinated him about her, what drew him like metal to lodestone, despite the fact that his brain blared a warning to stay away from her.
“I . . . ” Her elegant throat convulsed as she swallowed thickly. “I . . . need you. Again.”
Since I’m just sort of rambling without a major goal in this blog entry, I also wanted to let everyone know I’m off to Lake Tahoe tomorrow for some va–ca–tion. 🙂 So the contest will be broadcast live from beautiful Lake Tahoe next week.
If you leave a comment–about any old thing, really–I’ll enter you to win the Hawaiian gift tote described above! Prize will be given away tomorrow morning.