Private Desires by Piper Denna
She arranges fantasy fulfillment for a living. Now it’s her turn.
Victoria has built a world-renowned business at Fantasy Mountain, the resort where no want is too wacky, no urge too unusual, no passion too peculiar. Her ability to create any sexual scenario has granted her everything she could want: power, money, independence. The one thing that remains out of her reach is the man she knows she’ll never have…and he happens to work just down the hall from her.
Brett has all but given up hope of breaching the wall around Victoria’s heart. In fact, he’s engaged to be married back in London in only two months. But he knows Victoria has desires; he’s seen them firsthand.
When a night of passion rekindles old feelings, can he finally fulfill the ultimate fantasy of the woman who’s made it her mission to satisfy everyone’s desires but her own? After all, whatever the erotic dream, it can come true at Fantasy Mountain.
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About the Author:
Romance is sexy. And often funny, and sometimes tangled up with suspense. Let’s face it: all sorts of things get mixed up with romance in real life.
Piper Denna’s stories are not cut-and-dried romance. Her characters deal with issues female readers can relate to: independence and trust, empowerment, inhibition, an unfaithful partner, motherhood. Sometimes her characters make mistakes, and often her “bad guys” are not 100% bad. She hopes to take the reader on an emotional journey to a happy ending…with enviable sexual encounters along the way.
When she’s not writing, she edits, raises two teens along with her husband, and collects scrapbooking material.
She enjoys books—or movies—with a comedic twist and hopefully a love story with lots of tension, too.
Sexiest parts of a man in Piper’s opinion? The hands and eyes. Shoulders are nice too, and of course, great pecs are never amiss…
Content Warning: Wild romps, no-holds-barred lust, and deep, meaningful lovemaking. A love story first, sparing no steamy details. Contains glimpses into very kinky fantasies.
He cradled Vic’s face in his hands, tracing dark circles under her eyes with his thumbs. “If you weren’t out drinking and cavorting with rakes all night, you’d not be so tired, miss,” he teased softly.
She swallowed hard and looked at the floor. “I was in by ten.” Was she hiding something? “I just didn’t…rest well.”
Of course. The damn dreams. She never rested when she went to California, and here he’d been begrudging her the best diversion she had from those nightmares.
“Ah, Vic. I’m sorry.” Her eyes teared up, right before she narrowed them on him. She’d be pissed off now because he felt sorry for her. Already her cheeks were turning that angry pink he so enjoyed. The green eyes squinted smaller, and her jaws tightened under the heels of his hands. Glorious angry, she was. He couldn’t help smiling again, which would only serve to further infuriate her.
She took in a great breath. He knew she intended to spew it back out on him in a flurry of irate words, but he stole it from her first. He kissed her, as he seemed to do more often than he cared to acknowledge, and stalled the angry reply.
Even as his lips brushed against her soft ones, he thought of her kissing another, and his pulse beat faster. The sweet gesture to show her he would sympathize with her whether she liked it or not became a fierce need to make her want him. Instead of a tender, closed-mouth kiss, he forced her lips apart and probed with his tongue. He longed to taste and feel her desire, her need for him and him alone. To have her love him.
He got the desire, at least. She slipped her smooth arms round his neck and matched him move for move. He’d known she would. It was constantly there with them, this physical need. Though she strove to suppress it in the name of business ethics, he could sense it always, carefully hidden. And damn if it didn’t drive him mad to know she wanted him but didn’t love him. Besides, she had more self-control than he did. As usual, she found her senses first and pulled away from him.
“Andrea,” was her breathless one-word way of halting him. It worked famously.