He’s an art thief on the run—with her heart.
Look closer, into Totally Five Star Venice, where art curator Monique LeBres has just walked through the doors of the newly opened, swanky luxury hotel to assist with their art collection. Alessandro Bonnard, the world-renowned art connoisseur and collector, has been sent incognito to supervise Monique and oversee her acquisitions for the hotel.
Concealing his true identity, Alessandro is intrigued by the art-loving vixen with an appetite for kinky sex. He pursues Monique, charming her at every turn, taking her to places she’s never been—both in and out of the bedroom.
Monique falls hard for the man who has utterly captured her heart, only to find out he isn’t who she thought he was.
Guest Post: Why Erotic Romance?
by Kate Deveaux
This is a question I am asked time and time again. And it’s an intriguing one I often ask myself too.
My first answer is that it just came naturally to me. I have always enjoyed reading ‘hot’ sexy stories and therefore when I wrote short stories and then novels, they were always going to end up as a book where the bedroom door is flung wide open. Or the dishes pushed off the kitchen table and onto the floor by the hero—so he can tantalize his lover at his pleasure. But that’s not all. There is more to being an erotic romance writer than just descriptive sex scenes.
The romance has to be at the core of the story. That is true whether it is a regular romance or an erotic romance. But with an erotic romance, the love-story is so much more poignant (at least that’s how I feel about it). We get to see the most intimate aspects of a love affair. And let’s face it; all great love affairs involve sex—so why not show it? Nothing can alter or better describe the delicate balance of a love affair than the art of lovemaking itself. Is it fierce and dominating? Is it tender and trusting? Is it adventuresome and toe curlingly kinky? These are all aspects of writing erotic romance that I truly treasure.
With each book I write, I am further challenged to illustrate the evolution of a love affair with creative and innovative sex scenes that flow fluidly so that the reader is ‘let in’ to the dynamics of the relationship. Pushing the envelope one more time, shocking and seducing the reader with each turn of the page.
All of these factors are why I write erotic romance. Because it’s the most complete way to tell the story of romance and I must admit, it’s just damn fun to write. And read. Don’t you think?
“Are you sure? I can fetch someone for you if you need assistance, Signorina,” the man pressed. He then glanced anxiously over his shoulder.
Monique suspected from his unease that he must have a wife who no doubt would appear at any moment and be less than happy to find her hubby fraternizing with Monique. It wasn’t the first time that had happened.
“No, I’m fine, really. Mille grazie,” she thanked him. The depth in his eyes setting her off balance, as well as having only one shoe on and the way he called her Signorina. The words slipped from his lips like silk.
“Just tell me where I am. That would be very helpful.” She shifted her weight to the shoeless foot and immediately dropped down a few inches, making her even shorter against his tall stature.
“Calle Ostreghe.” He said the name of the street as she dipped her head down to remove her other shoe.
“See, much better,” she said, now even-footed in her stockinged feet firmly planted on the cool stones.
But her words were met by empty space.
The man was gone as quickly as he’d appeared, the swish of his long coat disappearing through the crowds, barely visible around the corner as Monique looked on as if he had been an apparition. A tall, handsome apparition. And one that was seemingly desperate to get away from her before his wife showed up. Lucky woman, having a man like that.
Shrugging, Monique resigned herself to the fact that not only had she always had lousy luck with men, but also that her favorite pair of shoes—the ones she’d blown a good chunk of last month’s paycheck on—were now of no use to her. Trudging over to a store window with her luggage, she then hunkered down and rooted through her suitcase in search of another pair of shoes to wear to her new job at the Totally Five Star Venice. That was, if she ever found the damn hotel. Gathering her belongings, she hastily stuffed her things back into her suitcase, then she hurried off in search of the hotel.
Or find it here.
About the Author & Links:
A die hard romantic and former wedding planner, Kate has been writing stories about romance, from the sensual to the sinfully sexy, since she was in college. When she’s not writing or reading, Kate can be found on the tennis court—yes, there’s even “love” in that game too! And she found a sport she can play and still wear a dress. Born in England, Kate now lives in Arizona with her wonderful and very patient husband. Kate enjoys traveling and dreaming up new exciting stories. She’d love to hear from you.