A former
wedding planner, Kate has always been "in love" with love! She was inspired to transition from writing
racy short stories to full length manuscripts after meeting other authors in
the romance world at industry workshops, conferences and events. Originally
from England, now resides in the U.S. with her husband. When she’s not writing
or reading, Kate can be found on the tennis court—yes, there’s even
"love" in that game too!
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Ainsley Simmons can hardly believe she’s ordered a fantasy lover
online — a man to fulfill her deepest sexual desires for the entire evening.
She’s in for a surprise when sexy young Mr. R shows up at her door in a classic
case of mistaken identity.
Ainsley has the night of her life being pleasured by the much younger and demanding multi-millionaire — until she discovers he’s not her fantasy lover after all.
He’s even better than that…
Ainsley has the night of her life being pleasured by the much younger and demanding multi-millionaire — until she discovers he’s not her fantasy lover after all.
He’s even better than that…
Excerpt:
Ainsley’s doorbell chimed again. Oh goodie. She clasped her
hands together and shivered with anticipation. Whoever her mystery man was, he
was back—and she was ready to play.
Standing tall, holding in her stomach in and smiling widely,
she braced herself for what lay ahead as she headed for the foyer. She was
intrigued by whether anyone would be there or not this time. Maybe it was some
kind of hide and seek. Kinky hide and seek, she hoped.
Her hand trembled on the knob as she opened her front door.
“Oh,” she said, surprised to see a man holding a large box
of chocolates out to her. A very good looking younger man with intense blue
eyes. Good, she’d asked for that. So far...so good.
“Chocolates,” she purred, eyeing the trademark famous
wrapping. “I love chocolate, especially Swiss.”
Casting her eyes up, she surveyed the hunk before her. Suit
and tie. Umm. Not quite what she’d been expecting, but then what did someone
who came to fulfil your deepest sexual desires wear? They couldn’t very well
parade around in their undies. Embarrassed, she glanced down at her mostly
naked self then back up at her guest. His vivid blue eyes were glued to her
body, his mouth agape.
“Oh, do come in,” she
said, flattered that his gaze lingered on her as she held the door wide for him
to enter.
“Uh...uhhh,” he said after a pause, stepping cautiously
across the threshold and into the marble foyer.
Damn, he was undeniably sexy, just what she’d asked for. And
oh so young, what was he, twenty-five, if that? And that look on his face...he
looked confused, as if unsure. Well she’d be only too happy to kiss that look
right off him. Oh, this was going to be fun.
“Miss Simmons?” he asked, shifting uncomfortably.
She
pressed a finger across his lips to silence him.
“Ah, no names,
the company said so, remember?” she said, not removing her finger.
“Call me...Mrs M.” She’d never been married, even though
she’d lived with Charles for more years than proved wise. The very thought of
going by a pseudonym sent an empowering thrill through her. Very Mrs Robinson,
if she did say so herself.
“Mrs M,” he said, stepping back. Her finger fell from his
lips. “I came to deliver”—he reached into his pocket as if looking for
something—“to deliver... Damn,” he said, still searching for something.
“Later.” She was in no mood for any paperwork. It would just
ruin the mood. As nervous as she was, now that her fantasy lover was there
before her, she could barely wait for him to take control so she could just
relax and be pleasured. Just as the Fantasies Incorporated’s website promised.
But he just stood there.
She waited, wondering if he was going to take charge soon.
He didn’t make a move and she was nervous. Maybe she was supposed to make the
first gesture? After all, she was the customer.
“Come...follow me,” she said, deciding she’d better make the
first gesture. Leading the way through her cream and gold upholstered expanse
of a living room, she stopped midway, sensing he wasn’t following. Glancing
back, she saw he still stood in her wide front entrance.
“Well, come on,” she prompted, taking the moment to admire
his sandy blond hair with the jagged edges that brushed just below his ears.
She loved it when these young men wore their hair a little dishevelled and
longer like he did. She couldn’t wait to tangle her fingers through it while he
pleasured her. Fucked her. Her cheeks flamed hot at the thought.
Her fantasy man smiled, almost shyly, his brow arching
slightly. A cocky look, if ever she’d seen one. What a turn on that was, he
must be playing into this whole Mrs Robinson theme. He nodded and stepped out
of her foyer and into her home, following her to the opulent living room. Her
body surged with anticipation. This was going to be the best Valentine’s
present ever. Glancing back, she saw his eyes were riveted to her ass. She grew
wet at the thought.
“I was expecting you.” She filled the silence with a nervous
laugh as she stopped at the well-stocked bar on the far side of the room. The
silver ice bucket gleamed with condensation, and the two crystal flutes she’d
set beside it shimmered against the setting sun. Beyond their refreshments was
one of the best views in Beverly Hills.
“You were?” He gulped, his Adam’s apple showing as he
swallowed.
She nodded. “I have champagne chilling...you do drink champagne, don’t you?” she inquired. Not waiting for the answer, she pulled the chilled bottle from the ice bucket. Slow droplets of condensation dripped onto the marble floor. “Here, you uncork it, I’m hopeless at it.” She handed him the bottle and sat down one of her bar stools, almost sliding off in her silky peignoir.
She nodded. “I have champagne chilling...you do drink champagne, don’t you?” she inquired. Not waiting for the answer, she pulled the chilled bottle from the ice bucket. Slow droplets of condensation dripped onto the marble floor. “Here, you uncork it, I’m hopeless at it.” She handed him the bottle and sat down one of her bar stools, almost sliding off in her silky peignoir.
He smiled and loosened his tie. Oh, yum. He caught her gaze
and he blushed. Fuck—did he really just blush? Oh, he played the Mrs Robinson
thing better than she could have imagined.
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ReplyDeleteThanks Wickedly Curvy for the tour stop. LOVE your blog name! Ainsley is an curvy Mrs. Robinson type heroine in Platinum Pleasures. I love the Rubensque sexy romances.
ReplyDeleteHappy Valentine's Day,
Best,
Kate
xx
A great excerpt thank you.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mary for stopping by. Glad you enjoyed the excerpt!
DeleteHave a very happy Valentine's Day!
Best,
Kate