99-cents Summer Sale on Dearly Beloved by Peggy Jaeger!
Give a warm welcome to Dearly Beloved author Peggy Jaeger! Today, you can get Dearly Beloved for only 99 cents. What a steal! Be sure and download your copy right away.
Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cooler, a Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Peggy’s first book in her bridal series, Dearly Beloved.
It seems every romance novelist at one point in her career will write a bridal series. I mean, how better to show a happily ever after ending than with a wedding, right? A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN is my contribution to the wedding tropes of the romance genre and book 1 in the series, DEARLY BELOVED, is on sale right now, just in time for wedding and beach reading seasons.
Tell us a little about Dearly Beloved.
Colleen O’Dowd manages a thriving bridal business with her sisters in Heaven, New Hampshire. After fleeing Manhattan and her cheating ex-fiancé, Colleen still believes in happily ever afters. But with a demanding business to run, her sisters to look after, and their 93-year-old grandmother to keep out of trouble, she’s worried she’ll never find Mr. Right.
Playboy Slade Harrington doesn’t believe in marriage. His father’s six weddings have taught him life is better as an unencumbered single guy. But Slade loves his little sister. He’ll do anything for her, including footing the bill for her dream wedding. He doesn’t plan on losing his heart to a smart-mouthed, gorgeous wedding planner, though.
When her ex-fiancé comes back into the picture, Colleen must choose between Mr. Right and Mr. Right Now.
Peak between the pages of Dearly Beloved:
“So, this is a pig roast.”
I slanted a look at Slade. “Is that a question or a statement?”
He turned from where he’d been staring at the spit holding the two-hundred-pound wedding dinner for the fifty quests, a sheepish grin on his face.
“A little of both, maybe?”
I shook my head, realizing it was impossible to stay upset with him for very long. He’d been an absolute Godsend pre-ceremony, helping Kolby install the one-hundred-foot runner from the cabin to the gazebo. He’d wiped down the chairs that were still damp from the early morning lake-mist condensation and had even climbed up to the top of the gazebo to help drape the flowers for a suddenly height-frightened Charity. I knew what she was doing, of course. Charity has never been afraid of anything in her life, but seeing Slade climb his way up to, and then dangle from, the roof to hang the flowers was an eye-opener she couldn’t miss.
Me, either.
He’d done as I’d asked and stayed on the sidelines during the ceremony, which my sister Cathleen officiated at, and then had helped round everyone up for pictures at the lake. He’d even been helpful corralling the guests into their cars and trucks to shuttle them back to the Gunderson’s farm for the reception.
So far he’d stuck by my side as we watched the bridal party dance their little hearts out in the barn, listened to the good-natured toasts and the ribald ones, too, of the best man and maid of honor, and had wheeled Kimmy’s one-hundred-and-three-year-old great-grandmother to her place of honor at the head table.
If I didn’t know he already ruled a financial empire, I’d be tempted to give him a second job on the weekends as an event assistant.
“Oh, Colleen, I can’t thank you enough,” Kimmy Schmidt, nee Gunderson, told me as she pulled me into a hug. She had always been an enthusiastic hugger, clamping her body fully against whomever she was wrapped around, but before the added eight-month pregnancy belly, it had been easier to hug her back. Now, I couldn’t get my arms even halfway around her midsection and I was afraid all her vigorous body bumping was harmful to the baby.
Kimmy had no such concerns.
“Everything was perfect. Abso perfection. Your team is simply the ultimate best.”
One of Kimmy’s endearing traits? She loved to speak in absolutes.
“Uncle Pecker said the pig is almost ready. You’re staying for supper, right?”
“I can’t, Kimmy, I’m sorry. I’ve got a thousand things to do before tomorrow, but Charity and Kolby are staying. Kolby will keep taking pictures and candids until the end, and anything you need or want, or any problems that pop up, Charity can take care of. But don’t worry, because there will be no problems.”
Kimmy yanked me in for another squeeze. It was a good thing I hadn’t drunk anything all afternoon, because I could feel my bladder knock against my intestines with the force of this one. “Of course there won’t be any problems. Look who my wedding planner is.”
Her father called her name from across the field and with one more hug and a quick kiss to my cheek, she waddled across the freshly mown cornfield to him.
“Uncle Pecker?” Slade said, dangerously close to my ear. So close, his breath warmed over my entire neck. Before I did something stupid like turn around and pull him into a Kimmy-worthy embrace, I took a few steps forward and away from him and his hot—and by hot, I mean wowza!—breath.
“His given name is Woodrow. It’s his father’s name as well, and one Woody in the family was, I guess, enough.”
It took him a moment. I could see when the dawn broke by the way his sexy eyes widened and his mouth opened for a second.
“And you had the nerve to make fun of Bunny,” he said. “Being nicknamed after a rabbit, I have to think, is much more preferable to being referred to as a woodpecker.”
“Maybe. But both names are pretty awful.”
“Yes, they are.”
“I need a minute to let Charity and Kolby know I’m leaving, then we can go.” How he finagled it so he drove out to the farm in my car, I still didn’t know. But I was, for all intents and purposes, his ride.
Once I’d made sure my two assistants were set, Slade and I headed back into town.
“I assumed you stayed for the entire reception,” Slade said.
“I usually do, if for no other reason than to ensure if any problems arise I can be the fixer and not have to worry the bridal party or the parents.”
“So how come we didn’t stay?”
“First, trust me when I tell you there will be no problems. And if any arise, they’re going to be family and alcohol-related, so Kimmy’s parents will take care of it. And believe me, they will do a much better job than I would. Nobody messes with Grover Gunderson and walks away unscathed.”
I slid a sideglance to him. My heart sped up a little at the sight of his smile.
“Is he related to Uncle Woodrow?”
“Brothers.”
“Their mother must have had a thing for presidents.”
I nodded. “She did. You didn’t meet uncles Calvin and Millard.”
His free and easy laugh tickled all the way down my spine.
“What’s the second reason?”
“I need to get to the church. I’ve got a rehearsal for tomorrow’s wedding scheduled, and Maureen is doing the rehearsal dinner back at the inn.”
The car grew quiet as I drove. I had fifteen things running through my head about tomorrow’s nuptials, an equal number concerning Nanny Fee and the talk I’d had with my sisters the night before, and then even more thoughts revolving around my work schedule for the week.
“What are you doing after that?”
“Making sure everything is set for the wedding. I’ve got a list of things to double check back at the house, and I need to make some calls to verify times. I should have done it all yesterday, but as you’re well aware, time got away from me. Why?”
All those important thoughts flew out the car window when Slade said, “Have dinner with me.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” He turned his body a bit so he was almost facing me. The penetrating scrutiny of his gaze sliced right through me. “I’ve been with you all day, Colleen. You didn’t stop once to eat or even have a drink of water. You’ve been in constant motion since I arrived at the lake, and that was at nine o’clock. Charity said you’d all been there since seven thirty, setting up. You’ve got to be hungry by now because I know I am. Starving, in fact.”
The thought of sharing a meal alone with him was too intimate, too unsettling for me to consider. Yesterday’s stop for a quick slice of pizza aside, the last time I’d dined with him I’d ruined his suit and he’d been privy to a scene with Vlad I didn’t want to think about again.
Ever.
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About the Author:
Peggy Jaeger is a contemporary romance writer who writes Romantic Comedies about strong women, the families who support them, and the men who can’t live without them. If she can make you cry on one page and bring you out of tears rolling with laughter the next, she’s done her job as a writer!
Family and food play huge roles in Peggy’s stories because she believes there is nothing that holds a family structure together like sharing a meal…or two…or ten. Dotted with humor and characters that are as real as they are loving, she brings all topics of daily life into her stories: life, death, sibling rivalry, illness and the desire for everyone to find their own happily ever after. Growing up the only child of divorced parents she longed for sisters, brothers and a family that vowed to stick together no matter what came their way. Through her books, she’s created the families she wanted as that lonely child.
When she’s not writing Peggy is usually painting, crafting, scrapbooking or decoupaging old steamer trunks she finds at rummage stores and garage sales.
A lifelong and avid romance reader and writer, Peggy is a member of RWA and her local New Hampshire RWA Chapter.
As a lifelong diarist, she caught the blogging bug early on, and you can visit her at peggyjaeger.com where she blogs daily about life, writing, and stuff that makes her go “What??!”
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Come A Little Closer by Chrissy Brown
Today I have a spot light on Come A Little Closer by Chrissy Brown for your reading enjoyment.
This post is part of a virtual book tour organized by Goddess Fish Promotions. Chrissy Brown will be awarding a $10 Amazon or B/N GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Click on the tour banner to see the other stops on the tour. Hey don’t forget to enter the rafflecopter at the end of this post!
Sophie was the love of my life. Okay, we were twelve the last time I saw her but still. I’ve tried everything to move on—whiskey, women, weed. Nothing seemed to fill the void. Now, ten years later, she shows up out of the blue. The problem, I’m not the boy she used to know. I have a reputation that could ruin everything. Still, I have to try. Even if nothing happens between us, having Sophie in my life as a friend is better than not having her at all. Come A Little Closer is the second installment in the Georgia Boys Series. It can be read as a standalone novel.
Read an Excerpt
I blush and shake my head. “We should get started on the bedroom.”
Kevin follows behind me, fiddling with his phone. I refill the paint tray and set it on the bedroom floor. Maroon 5’s “Girls Like You” starts playing. Kevin comes up behind me, puts his hands on my hips and begins to move them to the music. He presses against my back. My hands fall to my sides, and I tilt my head against his chest.
“This is not helping my walls get painted,” I whine.
“Come on, dance with me.” he pleads.
I turn around and stare into his eyes. It would be so easy to get lost in them but I can’t. I won’t. My hips stop moving, but Kevin’s still dancing. I raise the paintbrush that’s in my hand and slap him in the face with it. Slap sounds violent. It was more like I grazed him with cream colored paint while my hand slowly moved in front of his face. Kevin stops dancing. His jaw hangs open.
“Game on babe.”
About the Author: Chrissy Brown lives in Fort Myers, Fl with her hubby, two beautiful girls, one dog who loves to cuddle and another dog who pees on everything. She enjoys going to hockey games, reading romance novels and having “Netflix and Chill” nights.
She’s addicted to everything related to the amazing emotion of love, and has been referred to as a “hopeless romantic” which she took as a compliment. It may not have been and she’s okay with that.
Her Georgia Boys Series is New Adult romance that has three novels published in 2018. She has a young adult romance standalone in the works as well as an erotic New Adult standalone started. She’s a busy writer, but she loves it.
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Interview Charlotte O’Shay Author of Forever in a Moment
Welcome Charlotte O’Shay author of Forever in a Moment, a Deerbourne Inn novella. I simply love these books in the Deetbourne Inn Series set in small town Willow Springs, Vermont. This is a fun multi-author series you don’t want to miss. Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cooler, a Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about Charlotte and Forever in a Moment.
Tell us a little about Forever in a Moment.
A stormy encounter…
Samantha DeMartino’s Christmas wedding is two weeks away when her fiancé calls the whole thing off. Word on the street: his cold feet are being heated by an old flame. With her well-ordered world in complete disarray, Sam’s friends convince her to go on her honeymoon—alone. A week at a charming Vermont inn away from the city and her demanding corporate career could be just what she needs to figure out her next steps.
Between his twenty-four seven work schedule on his family’s dairy farm and teaching tourists to ski, Jed Armstrong’s too busy to think about how lonely he is…until Sam sings her way into his life during a Christmas blizzard. Now he has to figure out a way to convince her to stay.
Can a vivacious city girl find forever with a reclusive farmer?
Will her secret keep her from trying?
A sneak peek between the pages of Forever in a Moment:
I stand and shove my hat on my head, anxious to go, not bothering to tuck in the unruly curls escaping my braid.
“Thanks, Jed. Um, tomorrow I’ve made other plans. But…um…thanks for these lessons. I’ve learned so much.” After that stilted speech, which I’ve been practicing in my head for the last five minutes, I smile so wide my bottom teeth are surely showing.
I back toward the door trying to memorize the exact way his hair catches the light streaming through the window. When I put my hand in my jacket pocket, his jaw clamps so hard and his eyes go so dark, I wonder what I’ve done to merit his displeasure before I realize he thinks I’m reaching for cash to tip him. But I pull out my gloves and put them on. They’re my final armor against him. God knows I’ll never forget the feel of his hands on me, whether gentle, capable or rough. I still feel them all over me, cupping my jaw, roving my body, tangling in my hair. I turn and reach for the handle on the door.
“Samantha.” If his voice were angry or commanding I’d have kept going. But his voice is low and there’s an anguished, guttural quality to the way he says my name. And I won’t have it. I can’t have him thinking anything negative about me after I go.
When I turn, he takes a step toward me and I raise a hand. “Stop…I can’t think when you get too close.” My face heats as those damning words spill out and he chuckles, a genuine laugh and it’s the only one between us today.
“Glad I still amuse you.” I fold my arms across my chest.
“I feel the same way, Sam.”
“Jed, don’t make this tougher,” I say but he keeps speaking in that same harsh voice.
“When I’m near you everything fades away except the need to be closer. Close enough to watch your eyes cloud up when I’m about to kiss you, close enough to hear your breathing get ragged when my hands are on you.”
“Jed, we agreed…”
He shakes his head. “No, I gave in. Because you asked me to. If I had my way, I’d see you all day, every day and… sleep with you every night. I…”
“Stop,” I say. “This, us, whatever this is—can’t happen. I go back to New York in a couple of days.” “Sam, I…” “No.” I slash my hand through the air. “I don’t know what’s happening to me.” I’m on edge, close to tears at the way I can’t control my response to him. And all my precious logic is eluding me.
He plows a hand through his hair then captures my gaze with his and I can’t look away.
“What’s happening is us. We’re happening. This is our beginning. You and me together. I’d started to think it would never happen. But it did. When I saw you that first night…I knew. And you did too.”
“No.” My denial is swift. “No. I didn’t. It’s not that simple. We hardly know each other…” I lift my chin in spite of the flush I know covers my cheeks. I think of Jed kissing me awake in bed after a perfect, unforgettable night and I squeeze my eyes shut at the sharp stab of need the recollection brings. But it’s true, isn’t it? We don’t know each other. I surprise myself when a tear trickles down my cheek and I swipe it fast.
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My review on Forever in a Moment
Your heart goes out to Samantha DeMartino when her fiancé calls off their Christmas wedding two weeks before the event. Since the honeymoon already paid for (by the scumbag that jilted her) she goes alone to a cozy Vermont Inn. On her way to Deerbourn Inn her SUV runs out of gas in a blinding blizzard. She has no choice but to try to make it to the Inn on foot. I loved the scene where she is walking in the blizzard singing Christmas carols when Jed Armstrong stops to give her a ride to the Inn. The author describes the scene so well you feel like you are right there with her. Also you can identify with Jed when he considers her crazy for being out in the blizzard on foot.
I love to be swept along in the story with characters so full of life and setting described so well you can see, hear and smell the scene. Kudo’s to Ms. O’Shay! If you like second chance stories in a small town this book is for you! Don’t wait another minute, grab your copy today.
5 stars
About the Author:
Charlotte and her suit and tie wearing corporate warrior live in Manhattan with their last child, a black dog who thinks he’s a bear. When Charlotte isn’t reading or writing, she’s dreaming of the beach.
Favorite Movies: Terminator, Gladiator, all the other ‘ator movies,
Influences: Bruce Springsteen, Audrey Hepburn & Georgette Heyer
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It was wonderful having you with us today. Please feel free to stop by anytime. Good Luck with Forever in a Moment!
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Interview JA Jackson Author of When A Taker Dreams
Give a warm welcome to j.A. Jackson author of When A Taker Dreams.
Pull up a chair, grab a drink of your choice from the cooler, a Chocolate Chip or Peanut Butter cookie from the plate, and let’s find out a little about J.A and When A Take Dreams! Psst… Don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter at the end of this post!
What inspired this particular story?
What secret do you use to blast through writer’s block? From time to time I experience writer’s block and normally when I do it means I need to get out of the house and get away from my normal routine. When it does happens, I go for long car rides, to the beach, mountains, historic old towns, etc. I also find that taking long walks at my favorite park, nature walk, or golf course always does wonders in filling my mind with new ideas. These are a few of my secrets for freeing my writer’s block and it always sparks the “what if” moments in my mind, so I can get back to writing.
What inspired you to write?
From time to time I experience writer’s block and normally when I do it means I need to get out of the house and get away from my normal routine. When it does happens, I go for long car rides, to the beach, mountains, historic old towns, etc. I also find that taking long walks at my favorite park, nature walk, or golf course always does wonders in filling my mind with new ideas. These are a few of my secrets for freeing my writer’s block and it always sparks the “what if” moments in my mind, so I can get back to writing.
How long have you been writing?
I started writing at a very young age. When I was a child I had very vivid dreams, I would tell my parents and grandmother when I woke up. My first recollection is of being given a tablet to write my dreams on. After that, I wrote, everything from dreams to poems, etc. The first book I wrote was in sixth grade. It was a very short novelette.
What do you like to do when you are not writing? When I’m not writing I love to do many things. I have many interests; I love to play at golf; I say the word “play golf” because I am a newbie to golf. I love going to the movies, concerts, I also love Gardening. I love growing flowers I have many species of flowers from geraniums, roses, jasmines, jade plants I am proud of as well as a bird of paradise that’s doing well. I also love to take long car drives and go for long walks, I especially love to walk on old trails, in the mountains enjoying nature as I walk.
A sneak peek between the pages of When A Take Dreams:
ENZO RAWLINS hadn’t a care in the world as he laid back as Kalita Lopez worked magic with her tongue.
The sun crept up against the window pane just as he screamed her name. “Kalita, baby! Kalita. Damn that was good.”
Kalita Lopez was a mesmerizing beauty. The kind of woman who knew how to use her sex as a weapon, an instrument of pure pleasure, and a way to support herself.
“Enzo,” she purred. “Kalita likes you. But you don’t pay the rent. It’s time for you to go. I must meet a diplomat at two o’clock today. I need my rest. By the way, pick up those empty champagne bottles and put them outside in the recycle bin for me when you leave.”
“What?” Enzo stared at her with hurt dark eyes and realized he hadn’t seen that coming.
“Look Enzo don’t be hurt. Everyone has to earn a living. You’ve been with me almost four days now. The money Ryker gave me was good, but I’ve been handling you on charity for the last two days and that’s because you’re pretty good with that weapon you’re stroking right now.”
“So, you’re not one of Ryker’s old flames?” He asked but didn’t wait for an answer. “You’re a hooker.”
“Hell no!” she said in perfect English.
“And you’ve got a phony accent too? What next?”
Kalita got up out of the bed and picked up Enzo’s cloths and threw them at him. “Look Enzo, this is Silicon Valley in case you haven’t noticed. Rents and mortgages aren’t cheap. Now don’t you have a job or something to go to?”
Enzo shook his head and then thought about it. Why not tell the truth for a change? “No, I’m sort of in between jobs,” he said. “Hell, I should get paid to do what you do. I could use some fast money.”
Kalita studied him slowly. His naked male form was sexy to behold. Her mind raced. Enzo was good at wielding that penis of his, like a gallant Knight on a mission. But was he sincere, she wondered?
She knew what social skills were needed to handle a job like she had. Enzo had those skills. Plus, he was good at laying down some really classy, sexy, sweet talk on a moment’s notice. Not to mention that sexy thing he did with his tongue.
Kalita was good at judging people. And then she made a decision and flashed Enzo a grin. “Well…Well …Well,” she said thoughtfully. “Are you just looking for a hobby to do when you get bored? Or are you serious about that making some fast money?”
“And how,” Enzo said with a lascivious grin.
“You know you are a sexy stud muffin and I do know a few wealthy elderly ladies who would just get a kick out of letting you use that weapon you call a penis on them.”
Enzo grew silent.
Kalita decided to sweeten the pot. “I know a company that is hiring, and all you have to do is be nice to a few women and let them see how capable you are in the bedroom,” she hesitated, smiling wickedly.
She let her words sink in watching his brain digest the information.
“Are you serious Enzo? I mean about making some fast money,” she finally asked.
RYKER GRANGER sat beside his father’s hospital bed and realized that his parents weren’t the invincible. He also realized he envied the relationship his parents had together.
A stabbing pain shot through his father as he tried to sit up and reach out. “Ouch!”
“Dad, what are you thinking? Just lie still,” Ryker said.
“I hate waking up in a hospital room,” Colbert declared. “What happened to me anyway?”
“All I know is one-minute Isabella is yelling for me to come quickly because you were having chest pains and the next thing I knew you collapsed in my arms. You’ve been in the hospital a week now.”
“Yeah, I remember that,” Colbert nodded. “Did the doctors say what was wrong with me?”
“They said you were dehydrated, exhausted, and your blood pressure was running higher than normal, and they are still running tests.”
Colbert reached for the blanket. “I want to pull the blanket closer,” his father said and then looked around the room.
“Let me do that,” Ryker said, adjusting the blanket.
His father glanced around the room. “Where’s your mother?”
“Isabella took her downstairs to the cafeteria,” Ryker replied.
“Hah!” His father nodded and smiled. “I seriously doubt that. The two of them probably rushed off somewhere to find the nearest Thai restaurant.”
Ryker had to admit he was right. “You know it.”
Colbert Granger leaned up and raised his hand. He waved Ryker closer. “Good, because there’s something I wanted to talk to you about, in private, son.”
“Yes, sir,” Ryker replied.
“Let me cut to the chase Ryker. I’m your father and I’d like to feel that you got that Taker instinct from me. Chasing women, loving the art of doing business. You know what I mean,” his father laughed out.
Ryker smiled coolly and sat in silence.
“Hell, you’re a hot-blooded Granger just like me. I know you got that chasing tail gene from me, that’s for sure.”
Ryker read his father’s eyes and a smile flitted across his face.
The two shared a laugh.
All at once Colbert inhaled a deep breath and stared back at his son. “But Ryker, by the time I was your age I was married to your mother and she was pregnant with you. Now I know you don’t want to give up your freedom. And that’s why I’ve given this a lot of thought.”
Ryker stood there staring back at his father.
“And you know what else Ryker?” He pointed to the chair. “Maybe you should sit down before I say what I’m going to say.”
Ryker pulled a chair in close. “Okay, what is it Dad?”
Colbert Granger cleared his throat. “Ryker, I love you, son,” he hesitated. “And I know you know all about my having your half-brother, Steele Coltrane two years before you were born.”
“Dad I know all about the family history. Why are you telling me this?”
His father frowned. “I’m getting to that part Ryker, indulge your father for once and let me finish,” he said with a tilt of his head. “Anyway, like I was saying that Cierra Cantrell is one really nice girl. And I want grandchildren, so does your mother and since getting married and starting a family is the farthest thing from your mind. Your mother and I discussed it and we agreed that Cierra was the perfect young woman to have our grandchildren by.”
The moment was silent.
Finally, Colbert spoke. “You see Ryker, sometimes parents have to make hard choices. They have to look at their children in a way where they evaluate them to see what strengths they have and what weaknesses. Now take you for instance, you have an authoritative manner, but your disposition is like mine when I was your age. I loved to sow my wild oats too. Did you know Ryker, that in ancient times the Egyptians believed that there was danger in giving too much power to the youngest son?”
AT JUST PAST TEN O’clock that night Kalita Lopez called Enzo Rawlins’ cell phone and gave him the information.
After taking a shower and changing he packed a small overnight bag and walked out of his home and loaded his car.
Growing up in the upscale Berryessa Area of San Jose, he had been like all the other kids who had graduated from Piedmont High School, with big dreams of one day starting the next big dot.com business. But part of being Enzo Rawlins was always having a back-up plan.
Enzo’s back up plan always seemed to involve controlling others. Especially horny women with big bank accounts, he thought as he drove down the street.
***
An hour later, he pulled his car into the driveway of the affluent home in Oak View Estates in the rustling hills of Alamden Valley.
He thought the mansion was in typical California Spanish hacienda Style as he walked to the front door.
The front door opened promptly.
“Luanne Lanchon?” Enzo asked curiously, feeling he had to be the luckiest gigolo on the face of the planet.
“Yes, and you must be Enzo,” she said. “Come on in. Oh, and I have the Gayot Rosé Champagne. Kalita said that it was your favorite,” she said in her soft southern drawl.
Luanne Lanchon was a beautiful sixty-something woman with a slim build and big breasts. Her long, full black hair was laced, intermittently with silvers of gray.
“I have a fire going in my pleasure chamber,” Luanne said, closing the door behind them. She walked down the dim lighted foyer like she was an imperious queen, as the tiered sheer negligée she wore flowed after her.
Enzo fell in step behind her and caught a whiff of her perfume as it hung thickly in the air around them.
Minutes later, Luanne led the way into the pleasure chamber, a luxurious bedroom suite at the far end of the mansion, complete with a full bar, a sitting area in front of a roaring fireplace, and huge sliding glass doors.
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