Children love masks and adults do too. Let’s face it, we all like an excuse to dress up and be someone else for a bit. Look at the heroes we hold, so many of them have masks! The Lone Ranger, Spiderman and even Superman wears his glasses to hide his identity when he’s Clark Kent. Villains get masks too, like Catwoman and you can’t get much sexier than cat woman can you?
I love masks. As I’ve grown up reading romances, often historical romances, I’ve been left with a burning desire to attend a masquerade ball. It’s just so intriguing! I love how the masked characters feel free behind their cover to act in shameless ways. I can imagine the excitement of seeing so many people and not being sure who they are or if you know them already.
In Sharing Nicely I indulge my desire and Kerry gets to experience the most opulent Masquerade ball in all Venice with her Billionaire Boyfriend Greg. They get up to some seriously sexy fun behind their masks. And here’s a little snippet for you to enjoy:
I love masks. As I’ve grown up reading romances, often historical romances, I’ve been left with a burning desire to attend a masquerade ball. It’s just so intriguing! I love how the masked characters feel free behind their cover to act in shameless ways. I can imagine the excitement of seeing so many people and not being sure who they are or if you know them already.
In Sharing Nicely I indulge my desire and Kerry gets to experience the most opulent Masquerade ball in all Venice with her Billionaire Boyfriend Greg. They get up to some seriously sexy fun behind their masks. And here’s a little snippet for you to enjoy:
Kerry Matthews is used to stress—she runs her own high-end London club called Diamonds, but what she isn’t used to is attention from two very persuasive and powerful men.
Darren Bennett and Greg Stamford are life-long rivals, but call a truce to spend one night with sassy, curvy Kerry. They’re not content to share forever though. They both have a selfish desire to possess her completely.
Darren buys her seductive lingerie, flowers and chocolates, Greg flies her to Paris for a romantic break, cleans her flat and makes her breakfast in bed. Both vying to cement their place in her heart. She needs to decide between them but is dazzled by their persuasive personas and extravagant gifts.
Darren buys her seductive lingerie, flowers and chocolates, Greg flies her to Paris for a romantic break, cleans her flat and makes her breakfast in bed. Both vying to cement their place in her heart. She needs to decide between them but is dazzled by their persuasive personas and extravagant gifts.
EXCERPT:
We stood and watched for a while then Greg relieved me of my glass and dragged me to the centre of the ballroom.
“I can’t dance,” I squealed. “Greg, I can’t.”
“Hush,” he said. “Just follow my lead. It’s a slow one, you’ll be fine.”
He clutched my waist and I laid a hand on his shoulder. The other hand he gripped tenderly in his hand and led me forward with a gentle tug.
I was going to protest, but as the music started I found myself too absorbed in not standing on anyone’s toes to think about talking. It took a minute or so, but I did eventually get the hang of the steps.
“See,” he smirked. “I knew you’d get it.”
I smiled at him. I was still not sure I could talk and dance at the same time, but I had to concede he was right. I enjoyed being swung around the floor, albeit elegantly, by his strong, demanding touch. I tingled with arousal as I followed his steps—our bodies barely touched but it felt like elaborate foreplay. He stared deep into my eyes when I finally lifted my head from looking at my feet and I could see the lust simmering in his expression behind his shiny, blue mask.
My dress moved magically around me, I didn’t snag it once and the swishing made me feel lighthearted and free. I began to enjoy myself as I felt the music and didn’t worry so much about the steps. When the song finished Greg and I stepped aside.
“When did you learn to dance?” I asked.
“Oh, early on. I had a girlfriend who was aristocracy. I needed to learn to dance to attend an event with her. She was a complete cow, but I will be forever thankful for the dancing lessons.”
“You’re very good,” I whispered in his ear when he stopped to pick up a canapé from a silver tray held out by a butler. “I think you’ve got the hips for it.”
“So have you,” he returned, squeezing my waist with one hand and eating the caviar-decorated nibble in one bite.
“How long do we have to stay?” I asked. “I mean, it’s fun but I’d prefer to dance with you naked, if you know what I mean.”
“Oh, I know what you mean,” he growled and pulled me into a full embrace. I flushed. I wasn’t sure his rough behaviour was suitable for such a setting. No one seemed to have noticed us, though. “But I think we can hang around here and have some fun still. Follow me.”
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah, really.” He leant forward and kissed me. I wondered what kind of fun he meant. Surely sex was out of the question.
He pulled back after a long, slow kiss that curled my toes in their fine satin confines and pulled me behind him towards a table in the corner of the room that was laid out with edible delights. I looked at them and thought it would be great fun to eat but it wasn’t quite what I needed to satisfy my appetite at that moment.
“Take a plate,” Greg whispered in my ear, “and some food, then stand right here, by the wall.”
I didn’t know what he had planned but I followed his directions. One moment he was beside me then he wasn’t. I picked a few items off the table and stood, plate in hand, at the very end of the trestle, back to the wall and side to the table. I picked at the food before me. I wasn’t vastly hungry and even though the morsels were elegant and delicious I was too nervy to truly appreciate them.
What was Greg up to? As I watched the party twirling around me I realised one of the things I loved about Greg was that he kept me guessing. He was definitely not predictable.
I jumped when I felt my skirt being lifted at my side. I looked down and saw a blue shoulder between my dress and the white of the table. The pattern was very familiar and after a few seconds Greg was beneath my skirt.
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AUTHOR INFO:
Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Authoress. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City and Smut by the Sea Anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea Event taking place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 22nd June 2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with a mini erotic marketplace and lots of Author Readings, Fun Giveaways and Exciting Talks.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB's Resident "Naked Chef") and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
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