Some stories stick with a reader more than others do, and some characters stick with us, too. I love a couple who are so at odds with one another, they butt heads and bicker nonstop until they snap and go after one another. (LOL. Whip out the psychology books for that one, right?) I also love to see the Stag Brought Down. You know the trope, sworn-forever-single stud, cold, powerful, has only physical relationships with women…until the right one comes along and brings him to his knees.
Personally, I’m not a big fan of those stories where the hero has to sacrifice his relationship with the love of his life in order to “save” her (a la Spiderman with Toby and Kirsten). Tortured heroes just torture me too darn much.
In Fantasy Mountain, the trope is the feminist version of the Stag Brought Down—Victoria is the cold, powerful woman who uses men only for her physical needs…until. Brett is the only man in the world who can chip away at her armor, and he’s determined to keep going until he can bust her out of it.
Which romantic couples do you remember most?
I’ll start. I think Jamie and Claire from the Outlander series are “with” me quite a lot (but that could be in part because I’ve got to be “with” them for so long, just to finish the series). I still remember totally falling for Jondalar when Ayla did in the Earth’s Children/Clan of the Cave Bear series back when I was a teenager. And when they had trouble, I felt it! In movies, I really love Edward and Vivian of Pretty Woman, and I’m an absolute sucker for Dusty (George Strait) and Harley in Pure Country (and I’ll admit, part of that could be my obsession with King George).
Leave me a comment with your favorite couple(s)…and your email address, and I’ll be drawing 1 name for a free ebook copy of Fantasy Mountain.
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by Piper Denna
Barnes & Noble
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.
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.
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