You know, the impossible happens and you get a Happy Ever After that you didn't expect? I translated that into one of the first stories I sold to Ellora's Cave. Although I usually don't reread my work once it's published, this story just sticks in my mind. I pulled it up yesterday, in fact, and read it again. So here's a taste for you. I hope you love it as much as I do.
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Loraine “Rainie” McIntyre
longs for just one weekend to let down her hair and find a man who will help
her live out all her fantasies before her conventional wedding to her very
conventional fiancé and continuing her very conventional life. Despite Stuart's
protests, she knows she has to do this or she'll always feel she missed
something in life. Goodbye Loraine, hello Rainie.
And hello Joe, the sex god
with lion's eyes she meets at the beach. Hopping on his motorcycle with him,
she roars off to a weekend of the wildest sex anyone could ever want. But
things are not always what they seem and life is about to hand Rainie a few
surprises.
“Sounds like you should have a talk with
Stuart.” They were silent for a long moment. Joe picked up one of her hands and
played with the fingers. “So Rainie-who-wants-to-be-wild. Do you think I’d do?”
She frowned. “Do?”
“You know. For the weekend fling. I’m
healthy, momentarily unattached and I can promise you the sex will be better
than you can imagine.”
Her heart was beating in a stuttering
rhythm. A flutter deep in her womb began to increase in tempo.
While she chewed on her lip, Joe made the
decision for her. He swallowed the last of his drink, rose with lithe jungle
grace and held out his hand to her. “Come on. I promise you an adventure you
won’t forget.”
Rainie looked up at him. A wildness
glittered in his lion’s eyes, a hint of something feral and untamed beneath all
those tanned muscles and that amazing grin. Anticipation rolled over her.
“All right.” She stood up, hitched the
thin strap of her flat purse over her shoulder and gave him her hand.
He tossed their drink cups in a trash
barrel and led her toward the street.
“Where are we going?”
“I rented a house down the beach for the
weekend. How does that sound?”
She paused. “I don’t have any clothes
except what I’ve got on. And my car’s in the garage here.”
The amber eyes darkened to a deep gold. “If
things work out you won’t need any clothes. And your car’s safe at the hotel.
Anyway, I’ve got the transportation covered.”
They stopped at the curb where a gleaming
silver Ducati motorcycle rested on its kickstand.
Rainie’s mouth flopped open. “Is this yours?”
“Sure is.” He winked at her and handed her
a helmet. “Here. You’ll need this. Don’t want to splatter your brains before we
get to that wild sex.”
Suddenly Rainie threw back her head and
laughed. What the hell. This was what she wanted, wasn’t it? “Okay, Joe. Crank
‘er up.”
She hopped onto the motorcycle behind him,
wrapped her arms around his hard, muscular body, her hands clasped against
sun-warmed male skin and inhaled. A cologne so light its fragrance was almost
elusive mingled with the scent of the sun, the Gulf waters, the lingering
coconut aroma of the piña coladas and the male essence that was uniquely Joe.
She had to squash an irresistible urge to pull up his shirt and lick his skin
to see if he tasted as good as he smelled.
They roared down the street with wheeling
seagulls squawking overhead and the rushing slipstream of the wind sweeping
away the last vestiges of restraint.
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Love unexpected HEAs. :)
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