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Hello everyone, it's the 16th of the month and it's time for a bit of Blisse at the Hotspot!

Today I've got something really tasty for you, a sneak peek at my new Lust bite which will be released on Monday!

She wanted pizza, she got love.

Fiona was bored with her life but she didn’t realise that simply deciding to visit the local Italian restaurant for dinner one night would change it forever. When she laid eyes on the fit, young Italian waiter she fell instantly in lust. Carlo returned that ardour but how could their relationship develop when he had to move back to his home in Italy?

The year had been tough for Fiona though on paper it looked pretty good. She’d got her promotion and a raise, had moved to a terraced house from a flat. In reality she’d suffered from a very serious broken heart when her fiancĂ© had told her it was all over and he had found his real soulmate. He had left her and flown halfway round the world to be with some tart he’d met online. Fiona’d had to put the flat on the market just six weeks later. He had come home to tell her he was going to marry his new bit of fluff and move to Australia to be with her. He had wanted his half of the money he’d put into their shared home in England.

And here's the hot excerpt for you to enjoy!

The flat had sold quickly. Fiona had used her new managerial position to purchase a house and a hefty mortgage to go with it. She had her new start but felt lonelier than ever rattling round her two up, two down. She worked hard to bury her emotions and most days she was asleep before she could begin to think about all the sadness she had inside. But when everything caught up with her she felt fat, unloved and alone.

She had taken forever to find someone who had accepted her as she was. Steve had been her first boyfriend, her first kiss, her first everything. He had seen past her dress size to the funny, sexy, bubbly woman underneath. Fiona was an upbeat girl. She didn’t let her size hold her back. She told people she was happy and that diets were for losers. But behind all the bravado she was just a lonely big girl with a need to feel loved and accepted just as she was.

She’d like to travel, see some of the world. Her mind flicked back to Carlo and his soft lips on hers. She wondered what visiting Italy might be like. He was going to go home at the end of term, Roberto had told her so. Maybe Carlo would take her with him, sweep her off her feet and rescue her from her mundane existence.

At first she thought the voice calling her name was merely her imagination but on the second call she realised it was real. She stopped just before she reached her car and looked over her shoulder.

Carlo was running down the street with a small cardboard box in his hand. “Cara mia, you forgot your cake.” He panted slightly as he pushed the box into her hand.

“Oh, I did, didn’t I? I’m sorry. You didn’t need to chase after me, though.” She turned to unlock her car.

“No, I had to. Roberto ordered it so, but also I wanted to speak to you.”

“Oh yes?” She dropped the cake box into her car with her handbag without caring where they landed. What did you want to tell me?”

“I wanted you to know that the words I spoken earlier were really real, not just Italian hot air. I think you are so very beautiful and I would like to know more of you.”

“Oh.” She was lost for words. She didn’t know what to say. She wanted to tell him to kiss her, to ravage her right there, but her mouth just wouldn’t work.

“Fiona?” He put his hand on her arm, “Are you all right? I can go if you’re not, how do you say? If you do not want me.”

“No, Carlo, no.” She took a shuddering breath. “It’s not that. I do want you, I do, I’m surprised to hear you say it.”

“I must be losing my touch,” he said as he stepped closer to her. “I was trying my best to seduce you.”

“I, well…yes. Mmm.” Fiona struggled to think, but he stood so close to her that she swore she could hear his heartbeat.

Then she realised it was her own. Before she could formulate a sentence he reached around and rested his hand on her back. She tipped back her head to look up into his face.

His lips lowered to hers.

The kiss was not as she had imagined, but was twice as hot and a million times more intense. He tasted of strong coffee and mellow sweet cheesecake, a perfect combination.

She wanted more. She wondered what he tasted on her lips but it seemed that whatever her flavour he enjoyed it, for the kiss deepened. His tongue slipped between her lips to seek more of her unique essence.

He drew his hand up her back and cupped the back of her head. She was aware of his fingers burning against her skin as well as his plump lips sparking mini-explosions in hers. Her body was alive and tingling with arousal. She no longer thought, she just did. Her arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him tighter to her. She enjoyed the hardness of his muscles under the thin shirt he wore. She was frustrated by the barrier of clothing between them and wanted to strip it away to feel his naked flesh against her own.

She ignored the fact that she stood in a car park open to public sight even though she could feel the caress of the wind against her warm cheeks. All she was interested in was him. She dragged his shirt out of his trousers, slid her fingers inside his waistband and stroked his flesh. His heat burned her but she didn’t want to let him go. Wrapped up in the passion and the ecstasy of the moment, she wanted to feel even more of him.

You can pick Tasty Italian up from Monday but if you want to be certain to get your copy as soon as it's released feel free to pre-order it now!

1 comment:

Kat Black said...

Yummy - love me some tasty Italian.
Thanks, Victoria.