Some Write It Hot

October 27, 2010

Wicked Games by Evanne Lorraine

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A few years ago, before I’d ever heard of cougar stories, I wrote Wicked Games, the erotic adventure of an older woman younger man relationship that becomes much more complex than either of them imagined. Since writing this tale, I hope I’ve learned a bit more about how to write, but each story still has a special spot in my heart. I hope you enjoy the excerpt.

The massage room’s door creaked open and she bolted to her feet. A young sex god, in all his bronzed glory, sauntered out of the room.

The masseur.

At the sight of him, she drew in a startled breath. He wasn’t at all what she’d expected and she wasn’t prepared for the effect of meeting him. He was bare from the waist up, his upper body gleamed, redolent with intoxicating oil. A white towel draped around his neck, highlighting his tan. A sprinkling of curly black hair decorated the sculpted muscles of a magnificent chest. A narrow trail of the same dark hair arrowed down washboard abs, disappearing into his cotton slacks.

When she was able to draw her gaze to his face, she found classic features, along with darker than sin eyes. He evaluated her with frank masculine appraisal. A wave of sensual longing swept through her, clenching feminine muscles and tightening her nipples. Thankfully, the white shirt she’d tossed on over her bikini obscured the direction of her thoughts.

He eyed her with an expression of faint amusement. “You wish to schedule a massage, for you and your husband?”

As if his face and body alone weren’t enough to send her hormones into lusty overdrive, his voice was deep, seductive, and the English words he spoke lightly accented by French.

“Just me,” she breathed.

He arched one eyebrow. “No husband?”

“No husband,” she said in a more normal tone, tilting her chin and daring him to make fun of her single status here in honeymoon heaven.

“Me neither,” he said, taking her elbow, and then walking her toward the main entrance.

More thrilled than was sensible by his easy touch, she teased him. “No husband?”

“No wife,” he grinned at her and a single dimple winked.

She swallowed a sigh of pure sexual yearning. Of course, there was no wife. He was too young and handsome.

“When?” he asked.

Right here, right now. Well, perhaps over there behind those lush plants, where no one would notice.
“When do I want the massage?” She asked coolly, ignoring the inappropriate clamor in her lust-soaked mind.

“Exactly,” he said with a smaller smile. One that didn’t include the dimple.

“Now?” She twisted toward the massage room.

“Non,” he said abruptly, and then just as quickly softened his tone. “Now is not good, in one hour at your cabin. Oui?”

“My cabin? Why not the massage room?” Faint tingles of alarm skittered along her spine. Yes, he was young, virile, and way too good-looking. But, he was also a powerfully built man – a stranger who could be hiding dangerous intentions.

Broad shoulders rippled with a too casual shrug. “We could, some clients prefer their own quarters–a massage is very relaxing. Many prefer to take a nap afterwards. It is your choice,

What was the worst thing that could happen? That this young sex god would ravish her. Wasn’t that exactly what she needed? Perhaps, but jumping into a sexual encounter…. Was it smart? Was it safe? Was it sane?

No, times three.

Some strange brazen woman took control of her mouth, speaking coolly. “My cabin is number six. See you in an hour.”

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  1. What a lovely way to start my day! Thanks for sharing Evanne.

    Comment by Debbie Vaughan — October 27, 2010 @ 05:31 | Reply

    • Thank you kindly Ms. Vaughan, you and Tom have brightened up lots of my mornings. 😀

      Comment by dangerouslysexy — October 27, 2010 @ 08:22 | Reply

  2. The problem as I see it is, at my age, the best place to meet cougars is on Craft Day at the nursing home.

    Comment by KevaD — October 27, 2010 @ 06:28 | Reply

    • You take care at the nursing home, those ladies wield a mean walker. 😀

      Comment by dangerouslysexy — October 27, 2010 @ 08:23 | Reply

  3. I remember this story well, Evanne. A good read!

    Comment by Linda LaRoque — October 27, 2010 @ 07:39 | Reply

    • Words to warm an author’s heart. Thank you Linda.

      Comment by dangerouslysexy — October 27, 2010 @ 08:28 | Reply

  4. If you’ve learned how to write better since this story, then your current work must be PHENOMENAL, great excerpt , looking forward to reading more of your stuff!

    Comment by kd — October 27, 2010 @ 07:58 | Reply

    • What a lovely thing to say KD. 😀

      Comment by dangerouslysexy — October 27, 2010 @ 08:29 | Reply

  5. Oh, yeah! Wonderful, Evanne! Thanks for sharing!

    Comment by Judith Leger — October 27, 2010 @ 13:01 | Reply

    • I don’t know how you find the time to make my day when you’re so busy, but thanks for dropping by Judy!

      Comment by dangerouslysexy — October 27, 2010 @ 13:36 | Reply

  6. I really need to get into more of your books. I love your work.

    Comment by Lillian Grant — October 27, 2010 @ 14:01 | Reply

    • Strangely enough, I’m going to be begging for bloggers willing to read an ARC and review in another week or so, when y’all are furiously pounding the keyboard for NaNo. 😦

      Comment by dangerouslysexy — October 27, 2010 @ 15:37 | Reply

      • Count me in. I’m sure the three regular visitors to my website would love to read a review.

        Comment by Lillian Grant — October 27, 2010 @ 18:02

      • Thanks I’m scratching your name down as I type with the other hand….:D

        Comment by dangerouslysexy — October 27, 2010 @ 18:28

  7. Great excerpt. As you know I’m a big fan of cougar stories. I’ll have to look for this one.

    Comment by Lauren Fraser — October 27, 2010 @ 17:56 | Reply

    • Thanks Lauren, you don’t have to look hard, I’m on Amazon and Fictionwise and bunch of others digital bookstores. 😉

      Comment by dangerouslysexy — October 27, 2010 @ 18:29 | Reply

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