Friday, April 19, 2013

Creating the Perfect 1Night Stand

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By Mahalia Levey
Two years ago I embarked on a journey by writing my very first story for Decadent. Burn Me if You Can. I chose to find a haven for two unknowing lovers to lose themselves in something besides their consuming careers. A year later, I wrote Tell Me No Lies, a sexy paranormal read with a guardian angel and a soul whose life wasn’t all apples and peaches. 

I’ve found comfort in allowing characters to find themselves through the help of Madame Eve’s 1NS services. The mystical woman has always been intriguing to me and being able to build a short inferno blazing story ramped up with passion and women who embrace their sexuality brings me great joy. There is just something about a person finding their comfort zone with themselves—both internally and externally. That moment where my heroine figures out she is so much more than she gives herself credit for, and the hero who has taken so much time to take care of others finally indulges in letting his needs be met.

Trading Up is no different than my other two IR stories, except it is. I kept thinking, what fabulous place can I set this story in? What characteristics can I build with my hero and heroine—an epiphany hit just that quick. I had this vision of my friend Dan who works for Homeland Security. He was a Navy Seal before then and he is just full of energy and the life of the party, yeah he’s a bit older than me but he’s great, and then I remembered what he confided to me in an interview. How being in the military and then onto his new job made finding that special one so hard for him, how spending so much of his life giving his time to protect us made him awkward at the same time when it came to opening up with the opposite sex and forming a healthy long lasting relationship. Trust me he has no issue with short hookups.  Somehow along the way he’d forgotten how to just connect with someone. Given his profession, the constraints, secrecy. Well go figure it makes total sense when you ponder long enough what being in his shoes.  So my hero was born, but not as a Seal. 
His counterpart came to me in a breeze. She isn’t based off of anyone I know.I kept seeing this beautiful woman who kept to such strict rules that she never found peace with herself. I toyed with her background and ethnicity, mulled for a day and this exotic Hispanic woman came flitting into my head, the daughter of a conservative political family. I imagined how religion and family morals and values may have stunted her personal growth. Not that any of those things are bad. Sometimes family has a way of seeing you as this one person and you fall into that mold without venturing out and seeing what you are made of.
Add in Madame Eve’s brand of choosing the path for them and voila. Here is Trading Up!

Camilla’s deal breakers make finding a man to fit her wants, needs, and desires darn near impossible. For years she’s been primped and primed to be the perfect political daughter, when all she really wants to do is let loose without her world collapsing. When a friend sends her Madam Eve’s way, she grabs the opportunity to explore without being outed to the conservative watchdogs.

Jonah Black’s career is heading for a change. His friends have dubbed him married to the military, and he can’t deny that his focus has been off center. While they enjoy the pleasures of life and wives, he has nothing to come home to. When offered the chance for a 1NS, he signs up, unprepared for the exotic woman whose sweet exterior masks enticing sexuality.
Sensory depravation and the natural freedom of anonymity launch unexpected sexual desires. Madame Eve’s only request–Enjoy the sweetness of life and let the chips fall where they may–leaves this couple eager for an eye-opening experience that breaks all the rules.

   The flames licking inside her were too much to take, along with his roaming hand. She leaned forward and grasped the chilled wine goblet as a lifeline. When he nudged her lips to take a second taste, she pressed them together, holding her finger up and then laughing because he couldn’t see it in the dark. She took a long cool sip, more from Jonah’s effect on her than the food. She licked her lips then tucked herself against him, momentarily satisfied.
   “Mmm.” Cam sighed. “When’s it your turn? I’m having all the fun.”
   “I’m having a good time feeding you.”
   “You’re not hungry?” In the dark, his heart pounded against her cheek. “I’m hungry, all right. Ravenous, even.” Jonah caressed her thigh. Cam had no doubt his eyes would scorch her to her very soul. His lazy trail along her skin left her smoldering in need. She let him ply her with another skewer to distract from the throb at the apex of her thighs. She sucked a piece of pineapple he held between his fingers. Juices trickled down her chin. He mopped the stream of liquid with the pad of his thumb and nosily sucked it off. Holy bananas, she wanted a taste of him now. Her mind kept rewinding to the feel of his finger parting her lips.
   “I uh…need to use the ladies’ room.” Cam pressed the button on the table for assistance and slid off of Jonah’s lap and into her seat. Seconds later, her guide assisted her out of her chair and slid it back in.
   “Here we go, Ms. Knox.”
   She stepped awkwardly away from the table. Along the way, she heard soft sighs and giggles. Definitely some hard-core kissing action. The idea of giving in to the dark side and making out in public heightened her ardor. A loud bang startled her. She jumped, almost losing Cesaire’s grasp.
   “Don’t worry Ms. Knox. Almost there.” A few more steps and he ushered her into a space where dim lighting burned her dilated pupils for a moment before her eyes adjusted. He sat on a lounge chair between two doors marked Men and Women. The dim glow brought her normal self-conscious thoughts raging forward. In the dark Jonah couldn’t see her physical flaws. Would that change once he saw the real her?