Torrid Teasers Volume 28
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by Jennah Sharpe
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
Description: The TORRID TEASERS Series continues with two short stories of spirits rekindled. "The Chocolaterie" Deep in the hills of France an enigmatic innkeeper holds a secret known to many female travelers. Will the secret be too much for Teah Finlay to handle, or will she become a returning guest? "Luminous Night" Eirian lost the love of her life. She misses him, but lately she has been dreaming of wild, erotic, no holds barred sexual gratification. Harvest Moon campfire may change all that. Arden is out to seduce her but will he be able to? Will she let the heat of the fire warm her inside and out?
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: July 2007
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [53 KB]
Reading time: 29-41 min.
"Jennah Sharpe takes you into two stories that are truly well written, and I loved them. I can honestly say that both were touching tales of romantic moments that one and all readers will truly enjoy. While the scenes of chocolate romance enticed me in The Chocolaterie, the heat of having a romantic tryst in the sand under a full moon in Luminous Night also lit up my romantic feelings. Soft erotic romance that is so touching is what drew me to these stories. Descriptions so vivid you feel as if you were there also pleased me immensely. I for one will be on the look out for more of Jennah Sharpe as her style is not one to be avoided."_ 5 Angels!--Reviewed By Wendi, Fallen Angel Reviews
THE CHOCOLATERIE by Jennah Sharpe
Standing ankle deep in wet snow, she cursed herself for wasting her money. What was a week's vacation going to accomplish? Sarah had emphasized that the Chocolaterie Inn was just what Thea needed. Thea remembered vividly the conversation at the office. They stood conversing over the cubicle division as Sarah recommended the inn to Thea.
"I was there two years ago," Sarah said. "Remember that vacation I took after I left Mark?"
"I remember," responded Thea. "I thought you were staying with an aunt while you were in France."
"Well, I did visit her. Trust me, Thea, it's worth the trip. There's nothing like the Chocolaterie. It will tingle your toes."
So, here she was, luggage in hand, taxi taillights flickering in the distance and a great stone manor towering behind her. A light snow cast a diaphanous veil over the blue grey twilight in the valley below. It really was beautiful. Maybe this vacation alone wouldn't be so bad.
Realizing her woollen cloak was now damp, Thea turned on her heels and walked up the terrace toward the massive oaken door. She glanced at the white lights wound around the cedars flanking the entranceway. A touch of light in the dark of midwinter. She'd forgotten how dark the winter could make her feel. What did they call that? Seasonal depression or something like that. Gazing down at the lights of the village below, she wondered if perhaps this might help--a vacation in France with nothing to think about. Thea made an unreliable mental note to send a postcard to her brother in Maine. She wondered if they might have picturesque cards in a nearby village or perhaps she could use one of the innkeeper's. The door swung open before her and Thea jumped at the unexpected movement.
An elderly man looking much too spindly to be moving around, and with humorous puffs of stark white hair, quietly ushered her inside. He sedately took her cloak and luggage while she gazed in awe at the foyer she had entered. Gleaming marble floors tiled in an ancient mosaic design, thick voluptuous curtains in shades of chocolate as befitted the inn and a decadent wrought iron staircase curving upward to the next level.
The elderly greeter bowed as she turned to him. He extended a large skeleton key toward her.
"Room three, Mademoiselle."
She dipped slightly in response feeling completely out of place in her knit dress. Shouldn't she be wearing a ball gown and gloves? She took the key from his hand and looked around her once more. "What am I doing here," she muttered.
"Up the stairs and to the right, Miss." The man then limped away down a dimly lit corridor.
Not seeing anyone else around, Thea headed for the staircase. Further into the room she noticed an antique side table adorned with a crocheted cloth. Neatly laid out directly on the cloth were myriad dainty chocolates, begging to be tasted. Thea laughed aloud at how easily she could be tempted.
White chocolate creams laced with pecans and deep red cherries, vanilla French creams, marbled bark, truffles and various others moulded into flowers, stars and seashells, the coating intricately painted in bright primary colours.
Thea guiltily glanced around. She reached for a truffle hoping they were meant for guests. She popped it whole into her mouth and sighed. Oh, heaven! The creamy candy melted luxuriously over her tongue. She reached for another.
"Do you like chocolate?" a warm, masculine voice whispered in her ear. She startled and turned abruptly.
The tall, lean man with intense mocha eyes smiled mischievously. The trendy scruff of whiskers that graced his face was one of Thea's downfalls when it came to men. She struggled to regain her composure.
"I ... they're wonderful. I hope you don't mind." It was difficult to speak around the layer of chocolate in her throat.
"Of course not. They are here for you. I'm glad you enjoy them."
In relief, Thea picked another between two long fingers.
The man turned and started for the stairs. A flick of a finger indicated she should follow him.
"I'm Sebastian Montreau, the proprietor of the Chocolaterie. You must be Thea Finlay. I've been waiting for you." His casual linen pants floated about his thighs in a way that accentuated every sinew and draped erotically around the hidden bulge beneath his belt. A matching short-sleeve shirt stretched tautly around his tanned biceps. What had Sarah gotten her into? Surely she'd known how easily Thea could be aroused just now. Was he why her friend had suggested this place, knowing Thea was lonely, full of a hollow desire, and more than ready to feel the weight of a man over her? Oh, she sighed under her breath ... it had been so long since a man had touched her in a way that fully aroused her.
Thea unabashedly watched him stride across the room. He was every bit as tempting as the chocolates he'd laid out for her. Not just for her, she reminded herself. There would be other guests.
Thea pulled gently at the hem of her knit dress drawing his attention to her legs. She watched a glint of desire light his eyes when he grinned. Unexpectedly, the move had the exact effect she'd intended. Yes, he would be fun to flirt with.