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Category: Romance
Description: She arranges fantasy fulfillment for a living. Now it's her turn. Victoria has built a world-renowned business at Fantasy Mountain, the resort where no want is too wacky, no urge too unusual, no passion too peculiar. Her ability to create any sexual scenario has granted her everything she could want: power, money, independence. The one thing that remains out of her reach is the man she knows she'll never have...and he happens to work just down the hall from her. Brett has all but given up hope of breaching the wall around Victoria's heart. In fact, he's engaged to be married back in London in only two months. But he knows Victoria has desires; he's seen them firsthand. When a night of passion rekindles old feelings, can he finally fulfill the ultimate fantasy of the woman who's made it her mission to satisfy everyone's desires but her own? After all, whatever the erotic dream, it can come true at Fantasy Mountain. WARNING: Wild romps, no-holds-barred lust, and deep, meaningful lovemaking. A love story first, sparing no steamy details. Contains glimpses into very kinky fantasies.
eBook Publisher: Lyrical Press, Inc., 2012 2012
eBookwise Release Date: November 2011

Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [341 KB]
Words: 73849
Reading time: 210-295 min.

His finger traced her lips. "You're right. I am engaged. Now, what to do about it?"

That ringing in her ears--headache, or alarm bells? "What to do? Um, try get married, maybe?" she squeaked.

"I don't think so. I'm not in love with Andrea."

Like a gambling addict one card away from winning back a fortune, she grappled with possibility. Not in love? No, couldn't be. The odds were too slim. "Sure you are. You bought the ring, proposed--"

"No, Vic. It's you I want to be with."

Jackpot. And sirens. "Sex once every three years, of course it's hot. But that's all we have--good sex, and a good work relationship. Friendship. That's it, Britt. You can't love me, because I..." She wouldn't say those hurtful words.

"Because you what?" That wrinkle between his brows only came out when he'd been thoroughly offended. "Because you don't love me? Will you sit here the morning after we made love and lie to me? Say you don't love me. If it's true."

Tears burned her throat, but she held them back. "I don't love anybody, Britt. Nobody. Not now, not ever. Love sucks."

"Love doesn't suck! Crashing helicopters suck."