My next offering in late December, if the platforms cooperate, will be a Den of Sin Novella entitled Redeeming The Amazon. This series came to be when a group of authors I kick it with on almost a daily basis and I, had a conversation in our ongoing Facebook chat room. We began to brainstorm about a series that we originally nicknamed The Kinky Series, for lack of a better name at the time. We thought it would be fun to create a world where several times a year, some very lucky people were invited to come to this place in New Orleans where they could “leave their inhibitions at the door.” Thus, the “Den of Sin” was born. www.denosinseries.com
What is this series about?
The Beaudelaire Hotel, set in New Orleans, is not just a five star hotel critically-acclaimed for satisfying the rich and elite. Several times a year the hotel becomes the Den of Sin, where all desires and fantasies come to life.
The series, written by Mel (Melissa) Blue, Holley Trent, Ambrielle Kirk and yours truly will debut on December 6, and a book will debut each week until they are all published. And it will behoove you as readers to get the book early as they will each be at a lower price until the next book is released.
So, without further fanfare, I’d like to introduce you to Redeeming The Amazon:
Most come to The Beaudelaire Hotel a select few times a year just to indulge in sexual fantasy, but the stakes are higher for Karen Freeman and Paul Beaudelaire this New Year’s weekend. Karen is nine years post-op from a double mastectomy, and her vain ex-husband hadn’t agreed with her decision to remove her remaining good breast or to eschew reconstruction. In the end, that decision cost her. She lost her marriage, but she’s certain the move has prolonged her life.
Returning to a normal dating and sex life has been difficult. She hasn’t made love fully unclothed since the demise of her marriage, and her most significant relationship occurred right after her surgery. When she was still recuperating, she had an affair of the heart with a Marine amputee who’d also been her Ph.D. classmate.
Paul Beaudelaire once led a charmed life as a ladies’ man who had his pick of women in the upper echelons of New Orleans society. He’d been satisfied to continue in that vein, until a Marine recruiter wooed him from LSU with tales of valor, courage, and commitment. His career in the corps cut short by the loss of his left leg, Paul returned to New Orleans with the best prosthesis Johns Hopkins orthopedics experts could fit him with. However, he left his heart in Baltimore with a beautiful former model, whose crippled marriage was the only deterrent to his waning honor.
Will this fantasy weekend at his uncle Henri’s hotel give him a second chance with his contemporary Amazon, or will her fear of rejection be a barrier to their reconnection?
“What just happened?” Paul asked. “We were in a good place until all of a sudden, we weren’t.”
Karen shrugged like an awkward, inexperienced teen who wasn’t sure of herself. Afraid to go to that point of no return with the boy she liked, whom she wasn’t sure would like her in the morning. He hated that the cancer had done that to her. Robbed her of her confidence.
“Karen, I will not hurt you.”
She smiled. He’d been going for intimacy, for sincerity, but apparently his heartfelt declaration struck her as funny.
“You know I won’t take advantage if you let me in,” he said, giving her a glimpse of his own vulnerability. This was as much about him as it was about her. Then he realized this statement was innuendo-laden as well, when her grin broadened.
“Exactly how do I know this?”
He would not let a moment of levity steal the inroads he was determined to make. “Because you know I’ve been where you are, even though on the surface it looks like I’ve dealt with and overcome all my issues with body image. Will you take a chance and go places with me intimately that you’ve not gone with anyone else?” He hoped like hell she could trust him to do this. She hadn’t turned down his request out of hand when Seraphina presented it to her, so there had to be something to her acceptance of him as her Den of Sin partner.
“How cunning. You knew the one thing–the only thing–that makes living inside our imperfections so difficult. I’m not surprised you get it.”
She smiled, that same smile he saw in his fantasies of her. The one that says more than her words. Through squinted eyes, laugh lines seemed to appear around them from nowhere. There was no guile, or arrogance in it, just the tentative smile of a woman who was once very self-assured and was again trying it on for size.
It was that smile Paul responded to as well as other very interesting things about her. The way she walked with such grace, one might literally believe she was floating. The way she saw through bullshit as if she had a built in meter for it. Even his. He couldn’t help liking even that about her. The intensity with which she viewed life was even atypical, a study in contradictions for one who’d stared death in the face and made it back down.
“If we do this your way, I’ll have one rule.”
Desperation made him reckless. “Anything.”
“The lights must be off.”
“Except that.” He stood abruptly and began pacing. “Karen, we’re supposed to leave our inhibitions at the door.”
“Who’s to say having the lights out isn’t a way of heightening pleasure? Suppose I were to blindfold you instead?”
He stopped in his tracks, his face split into a smile involuntarily. “That sounds promising, but if we get any kinkier than that, we might have to change floors.”
“Let’s just get the mechanics down now, shall we?”
“That doesn’t sound particularly sexy.”
Her brown eyes twinkled merrily. “I’m going to make you rue that statement.”
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