Friday, November 19, 2010


Tuesday, November 23, Solo Honeymoon will be released by BookStrand Mainstream. I’m very excited to have this story come to BookStrand. I was first captivated by this hero as I watched a ballroom dance at a local yacht club. The male lead was an Italian and I was enthralled by the way he could move on the dance floor. His moves were quite sensuous and my writer’s brain kicked in.
As I thought about the dancer that intrigued me with his moves, I created the hero in this story. His name is Dario DeLuca. He's a member of a prominent family, titled and lonely. I gave him a passion for dance. He travels incognito as a dance instructor to a friend’s estate in order to find a woman that wouldn’t know about his fortune and title. A woman that could love him for himself and not what he could offer her in financial terms. But he didn’t think about the main thing he should offer this woman- the truth.

The woman he found himself attracted to, Emma Chauncey, had been burned by her fiancé and she needed what the hero denied her, truth. She had no need to marry a man for money. She had her own. All she wanted was a man to love her and be truthful. A man she could trust.

This book is available for pre-order now at a discount. It comes at just the right time. If you have family coming to visit for Thanksgiving and know you’ll need just a little time away from the chaos the holidays can sometimes be, to recharge your batteries, this steamy mainstream story is just the right length for a quick getaway. Heck, your family could just think you’re taking an extra long bubble bath.

I hope you enjoy Emma and Dario. He’s very alpha and who wouldn’t love that Italian accent? Jillian

Dario came around to the side of the table where she stood. "I’ve taken the liberty of having dinner served to us here in the conservatory. Please be seated, and the chicken sorrentino will be served." He pulled out her chair, and she sat.
"What’s in chicken sorrentino? I’ve never had it."
"Its chicken, eggplant, two kinds of wine, and mushrooms."
"It sounds divine," she said. "Why the limes?"
"I had the chef pour some marsala in a pitcher, and I like to add lime juice to it as a aperitivo. Would you like to try it?"
He took a knife from the table and cut the limes open. As he squeezed the limes and smiled at her, she felt her insides melt at the intensity of his stare. His dark brown eyes were bottomless, and she knew she could lose herself in them and never want to come up for air. His hands were strong and capable as they pulverized the limes, and she blushed to think what those hands could do to her body.
"How do you say it…‘a penny for your thoughts,’ Emma?" he asked.
"I have no thoughts."
He laughed. "So, you’re just sitting there watching me and your mind is blank?"
"Of course not. It’s just that I’m really just relaxing and have no specific thoughts."
"Sure, cara, sure." He smiled again at her.
Thankfully, the young man that had brought Emma the note earlier brought in the plates of food at that very moment, and she was spared having to come up with a plausible story of what she had been thinking.
Wonder what he would say if I told him I was thinking of those big strong hands squeezing my…
"Emma, are you all right?" Dario asked, interrupting her thoughts.
"Fine. Fine," she replied as she picked up her fork and took a bite of the chicken.
The food was delicious, and Dario seemed to be on a charm offensive with her as he told her stories of his childhood days with Vincente and their adventures at the estate when they were on holiday from school.
Once the plates had been cleared, Dario stood. "I’ve brought in an old Victrola and would love for you to dance with me. We didn’t get a chance at the town party, and as dancing is my passion, I’d like to share it with you. Will you?" He stood and took off his dinner jacket. The white dress shirt he had on clung to his body. He held his hand out to her, and she rose from her chair and took his hand in her own.
They walked over to the Victrola, and Dario picked out a Viennese waltz by Strauss and put it on the turntable to play. As the scratchy sounds came from the machine, he held out his arms to Emma, and she moved into his dance space, and they began the first steps of the waltz. As soon as Dario touched her back, he stopped short. He spun her around to face away from him.
"Nice dress, Emma. I’m glad your seamstress ran out of fabric and couldn’t finish the back."
"Very funny, Signore Conti." She shuddered at his touch.
"Come here, woman," he said in a low voice as he pulled her to him again.
They danced until the song ended. After the song ended, they stared into each others eyes and kept dancing as Dario hummed until the candles sputtered and went out. At some point, Dario’s hand on her back changed from the waltz position to a caress. She pulled herself closer to him as his hand ran up and down her back and eventually inside the fabric of the dress around to the side of her breast. As soon as his fingers touched her breast, she stopped moving. He stopped as well and, as his thumb inside her dress thrummed her nipple, he bent and kissed her. She groaned, and he said, "Will you go alone again to your bed tonight, bella mia?"
"No. I don’t think so, but I don’t think I can move right now to go anywhere."
"No matter, bella, I’m not sure I can either. My passione is inflamed for you."
"I know."
He smiled. "You noticed?"
"Of course."

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