Then she meets Mr. Bedroom Eyes. Following her lead, they pretend to be married so that she can rid herself of the guy who started hitting on her before the boat left the dock. Though it was supposed to be a momentary arrangement, he asks her to take it one step farther. Then another and another. The cruise promises to be memorable in every way that matters.
Along the way, Alysin learns that she won't have to fake an orgasm if she's with someone who knows what to do, that not all men suck, but the best ones suck really well, and that sometimes what starts out as something pretend, can fast become something completely real. Will the woman who lives life with no regrets, regret that she made that stupid rule about not exchanging names and contact info?
What made her decide to be an erotica author?
Simple.
How else was she going to parlay her two favorite past
times into a career?
Emma is single and loving it. Like her first character,
Alysin, Sin for short, she doesn't believe in settling or in settling down. She
loves to indulge in her passions whenever the mood strikes and enjoys keeping
all of life's cliche moments spicy.
Known for her sense of humor, Emma surrounds herself
with friends whose antics often become the source of book fodder. Her ideal
situation would be to explore the Caribbean while writing. She pursues that
dream daily.
Author Links:
Facebook Fan Page: https://www.facebook.
Twitter: http://twitter.com/
We walked further without speaking, my anticipation
building. Finally, he broke the
silence. “See, I have given both your
dilemma and your offer careful consideration.
It’s clear to me that there is really only one solution.” He smiled broadly at his proclamation.
“Oh, really?” I asked
with an eyebrow raised. “And just what
is my dilemma?”
“Obviously, you need a great protector to fend off unwanted
men on this cruise,” he announced, puffing out his chest for effect, further
proof that he was the protector I needed.
I smiled because he was so damn cute. “Oh, but I have Jolie,” I remarked.
“Listen, if this Jolie exists, I have yet to see her. You keep claiming her, but both times we’ve
met, she was nowhere to be found.” He
shrugged and looked about. “So, I think
you should consider my offer. It’s a
pretty great offer.”
“Oh, really. And just
what is that?” Looking about, I realized
that we had stopped in the cruise ship jewelry shop. Then Mr. Bedroom Eyes dropped to one
knee. I backed up a step. “What are you doing?” I asked, confused and concerned. This could go very badly. I may have misjudged him completely.
“Relax,” he urged. “I
just have one very important question to ask you. And these things are better said with jewelry
than I ever could with words.”
I started to take a second step back. I’m a runner.
Only he grabbed my hand and halted my escape.
“Will you be my wife for the week?” He asked.
Then he batted his eyelashes at me.
It really took all the pressure off. Throwing my head back, I let out a huge
laugh…a combination of relief and pure joy.
“Are you sure you don’t want to date me?
I hear there’s a lot more sex in dating than there is in marriage?”
He stood slowly, contemplating the idea. “This is true, but since I’ve had no so sex
with you thus far, any would be an improvement.
Plus, since you already announced me as your husband, I thought this
would keep the charade going.”
a Rafflecopter giveaway
Comments
Post a Comment