The weather is turning cool. And its the time of year we love because there's no better reason to curl up with a book inside your nice warm house. We've got a treat for you today - author Roz Lee is guest blogging. And we're certain that if you read this blurb/ excerpt for Roz Lee's Four Of Hearts (part of the Lothario series), you'll be downloading the full version to read right away. Indulge a bit with us, won't you?
Welcome, Roz Lee.
Thanks so much for inviting me over to Guilty Indulgences today! I love the title! In honor of guilty indulgences, I thought I’d share something about my guilty indulgence – chocolate.
My Love Affair with Chocolate
I’ve had an ongoing affair with chocolate for most of my life. It began with those famous milk chocolate bars in the brown wrapper. They were such a treat when I was a kid. I can still remember rationing them out by breaking off one little block at a time, letting the creamy goodness melt slowly in my mouth so I wouldn’t miss a single luscious second of its goodness.
One of my favorite childhood memories was visiting my cousin who lived about thirty miles away. On the way home, we often stopped at the A&W Root Beer stand. It was one of those where a tin shelter provided shade, and a carhop came to take your order. She’d return a few minutes later with frosted mugs of root beer and my usual order, a bag of melt in your mouth, not in your hands, candy. I’d down the ice-cold root beer immediately, but the candy was always ice cold too, and not to my liking. I’d pop the candy bag in the back window of the car and let the sun warm it. Halfway home, I’d open the bag and pinch each warm, colorful candy drop between my thumb and forefinger, smashing it into a dark flower with a bright center. I’d savor each one like it was the most expensive of bon-bons, and the trip home in our sans-air-conditioning car went by quickly.
As a Girl Scout, I attended a cooking class put on by the local power company. It wasn’t much, just an hour or so where they taught us how to use the latest in modern kitchen appliances before allowing us to try our hand at preparing a simple snack. Those corn chips coated in melted chocolate chips are still one of my favorite treats!
More opportunities to came, and my experiences with chocolate grew. I began to experiment with more complex chocolate recipes, and found more sophisticated chocolates to appease my palate. Soon, I was entering my chocolate confections in local contests, and winning! My greatest triumph was when my Chocolate Mousse Cake won the dessert category and Best of Show in the Gourmet Day competition at the Southern California Exposition (aka The Del Mar Fair). It was a warm summer day in SoCal, and my four-year-old daughter accompanied me with a promise of letting her visit the midway. She’d been patient through the long day of judging and waiting. The winners were announced, and she was by my side as I accepted the big blue ribbon and engraved serving spoon prize. A reporter from the local newspaper asked to take my picture with my winning entry, and I obliged. As usual, my daughter was right next to me – I wasn’t about to let her out of my sight at the fairgrounds. Just as the photographer snapped the photo, my dear daughter stood on tiptoe and stuck her finger right in the middle of my prize winning Chocolate Mousse Cake!
We all had a good laugh as she licked her finger clean. The winning cake, complete with one perfect round hole, remained on display for the duration of the fair. At least someone besides the judges got to sample its perfection! I’ve included a downloadable copy of the prize-winning recipe on my website.
With this history of chocolate, it’s no wonder I’ve included a Midnight Chocolate Buffet as a part of every cruise aboard the Lothario, the oh-so-wicked cruise ship setting for FOUR OF HEARTS, and the three other books in the series.
Marriage hasn’t tamed Candace Callahan’s sexual curiosity, something her husband Ryan is grateful for, but when she asks him to tie her up for her anniversary present, he knows he’s going to need the help of their friends, Richard Wolfe and his wife, Fallon.
Dr. Fallon Enright is the resident sex therapist aboard the Lothario - the cruise ship co-owned by her husband and Ryan Callahan. When Ryan asks to participate in one of their couple’s rope bondage classes, Richard isn’t sure it’s a good idea, but Fallon assures him all will be well.
What begins as innocent curiosity, blossoms into a polyamorous relationship none of them could have expected, but they are powerless to ignore. When the tabloids expose their new lifestyle, the foursome must choose between the love they feel for each other, or accepting society’s moral constraints.
Ryan froze with his lips against the pulse in Candace’s neck. His erection surged with new vigor against her stomach. Why couldn’t his wife ask for something easy for their anniversary? Something like diamonds, a villa in
hell, even an expedition to the North Pole. The image in his brain coalesced,
and he knew he would give her whatever she wanted. France
“You want me to tie you up?” he asked as soon as he found his voice.
“Don’t even try to tell me it doesn’t excite you.” Candace wiggled her soft mound against his cock. “I felt that.”
He had no intention of denying his interest. Only a fool would, and Ryan Callahan was no fool. He continued his exploration of his wife’s creamy soft skin, all the while forming and reforming the new image in his head. His lips left her neck, slipped to her shoulder where he tasted every inch of skin, before angling lower toward the perfect swell of her breasts. His hands held hers pinned flat on either side of her head. He’d tied her hands once, when he’d spirited her away from the Lothario and onto the Vixen, but that had been role-playing more than anything else. He was pretty sure she had something more in mind. He hoped to God she did.
Her request shouldn’t have been a surprise. She’d spent a lot of time lately talking to his best friend’s wife. Rope bondage was Fallon’s new research topic, and a passion shared with her husband Richard. Ryan inched his way lower, and teased one nipple to a marble hard peak with his tongue, before taking it in his mouth. Candace drew in a sharp breath and arched her back, encouraging him to suck harder. He obliged his wife.
His wife. The moniker still sent a thrill through his body every time he thought, or said the word. Candace Callahan. His wife. God, what a wondrous thing that was. For nearly a year, she’d been his constant companion, his lover, his…everything. Before he met Candace, he’d been lost and alone, searching for something he couldn’t name. Now it had a name. Love.
“Well?” Candace prodded on a gasp as Ryan switched breasts, sucking the poor, neglected one in his mouth without preamble.
Surely, she knew the answer. He couldn’t deny her anything. Still, he made her wait for his reply. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t given it any thought himself. There wasn’t much he hadn’t imagined doing with Candace.
He released her hands and slid lower until he lay pillowed between her thighs. He brushed his thumbs over the neatly trimmed auburn triangle that drew him like a compass needle to magnetic north. The scent of her arousal filled his nostrils and fueled a primal need. He swept his tongue through her juices. She ground her swollen flesh against his face, and he knew she’d forgotten everything but this. He dedicated himself to keeping the status quo for the foreseeable future.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Roz Lee has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for over three decades. These days she splits her time between their home in rural
Jersey, and Southern California,
where her husband works. Even though she’s lived on both coasts, her heart lies
in between, in .
A Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Texas .
With roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.” Republic of Texas
Roz and her husband have two grown daughters they couldn’t be more proud of, and are currently raising an eleven-year-old Labrador Retriever, Betty Boop, who isn’t aware of her canine heritage.
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