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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!
Blurb:
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.
Excerpt:
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.
“Better?
“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?
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That's an intriguing extract!!!
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ReplyDeletethat sounds like a very interesting setting!
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