I want to thank Romance Reviews for welcoming me to their blog once again, this time to talk about my newest release, Rhapsody, a paranormal romance.
Rhapsody was a fun story to write. It will be the first in a series of novellas related to game playing since Finn, the immortal antagonist, loves to play games with humans. Rhapsody, the game of Finn’s choice, is a board game designed to bring the hero and heroine together. It’s not your average board game, but one with magical elements that take the players by surprise.
The heroine Isabelle plans to escape the real world when she takes a tropical vacation. But escape becomes too real when Paradise Resort disappears. To win her freedom, she must break an oath and out-play her opponent in a game of seduction. Her self-control is resolute until her traitorous body decides this is a game she wants to play.
Today, I’d like to share one of my favourite scenes in the story, a scene where Isabelle begins to enjoy the game and finds her inner vixen with some role play. Since this is a step outside Isabelle’s norm, it was fun to get inside her head.
This short excerpt is in Isabelle’s point of view:
No surprise Jonathan had great contours even in the shadows of a slivered moon. Isabelle stood behind him wishing for both disinterest and daylight. “I think it’s best I give you a thorough look-over to keep your mind off that teeth cleaning.”
“I’m beginning to suspect you may have a talent for dentistry.”
That gave her an idea. She’d once heard a radio show on how role play could enhance the sexual experience.
“Not dentistry, Mr. Raynor. We practice an innovative branch of health care here at my beach clinic.”
She kneaded his bum cheeks while she talked. His firm male flesh warmed under the boxers. From the warmth building between her thighs, it appeared they were both generating heat. “I should tell you all good patients receive a reward. So let’s get started with your treatment, shall we. Lie face down on the blanket there, please.”
He glanced over his shoulder, skepticism glinted in the tilt of his eyes. “Do you have the proper credentials, Dr. Isabelle? I don’t recall seeing a diploma in your office.”
“You should have looked closer. It hangs right beside the rave testimonials from my many satisfied patients.”
“Ah, that I don’t doubt.”
She returned his smile. “Now, if you expect to get your free therapeutic massage oil, you’ll lie down like a good patient, so I can examine your sexy butt and explain the merits of our unique oral care program.”
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Sharon Clare lives in Ontario with her husband and three wonderful grown-up kids who come and go from the nest. She fell in love with writing at the University of Toronto where she graduated with a science degree in psychology and professional writing. She writes paranormal romance and has published short stories, art reviews, newsletter and magazine articles. Her favourite place to write is outside under the maple trees beside the lily pond.
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