Wednesday, July 6, 2016

Excerpt for Tell Me a Desire by Tamara Lush


“And the bedroom,” he said, opening a door to reveal an all-white room with near-black wood accents. One wall was lined floor-to- ceiling with books, which was impressive. He hadn’t been bullshitting about being a reader, like so many guys did.

“Are those windows behind the curtains?” I asked, pointing to the heavy, white drapes lining two walls.

He nodded and walked in, pausing at the nightstand and flashing me an intense stare. “Come.”

Wow, this was only a hookup. Maybe he didn’t even intend to have dinner. My smile faded. Sex was all he wanted. Sure, it was what I assumed I’d wanted, too. Now, I was a tangle of double standards and mixed emotions as I made my way toward the bed. Why did I care so much about what he wanted?

The blood whooshed in my ears as I eyed the large platform bed, covered in a simple white duvet. He touched a button on a remote and the curtains on both walls parted to reveal a bank of glass and a sliding door on one end. I pressed my hand to my chest when I saw the view. “Oh! My goodness.”

“Here,” he said, sliding open one side of the glass. I stepped outside, and a warm wind caressed my skin. I stared, open-mouthed, at the miles of twinkling lights that stretched before us in the darkness. It was as if all of Florida was below, the entire flat state at our feet.

“The balcony wraps all the way around the condo. I thought we’d eat outside, it’s so warm out.”

I mumbled in agreement, still stunned by the view. “There’s the big Ferris wheel,” I said, pointing at the Orlando Eye and leaning onto the balcony rail. “So Disney must be west…” I searched in the distance.

“There.” He stood behind me and pointed, his body pressed against mine. I leaned back into the hard wall of his chest and shivered from the heat emanating from him. He rested one big hand on the balcony railing next to mine, and with his other hand, swept my hair away from my neck. A pleasurable shudder traveled through my body.

“Look. What do you see?” His murmur was like a kiss, one I desperately craved.

“Um, I see lights and darkness and…” The feel of his lips along the outer edge of my ear short-circuited my thoughts.

His hand went to my chin, and he tilted it a few inches to the right. I was shocked how he’d just taken charge of my body, and my thoughts, with a single motion.

“There.” His hand slowly caressed my neck. Every inch of my skin sparkled like the lights that carpeted our view.

I gasped when I saw the magical bursts of blue and red and green in the air. “The fireworks! You can see Disney’s nightly fireworks show from here.”

I realized I sounded unnatural—at least for me. A little breathless and giddy. Because I was.

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Tamara Lush is an award-winning journalist with The Associated Press who also writes sexy romance novels for smart women.

After completing her undergraduate degree at Emerson College in Boston, she began her reporting career at a small, weekly newspaper in Massachusetts. Her work has appeared in The Village Voice, People Magazine, The St. Petersburg Times, The Boston Globe and USA Today, among others.

When Tamara isn't writing or reading, she's doing yoga, cooking for her Italian husband or chasing her dogs on a beach on Florida's Gulf Coast. She loves connecting with people on social media.



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