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About Tell Me A Fantasy:
Samantha Citrouille’s anxiety won’t stop her from attending London Fashion Week and collecting a lifetime industry award. After all, when iconic designer Karl Lagerfield requests your presence at an exclusive party, you have to jump on a plane. Even if you’re deathly afraid of flying.
While white-knuckling it on the turbulent flight from Florida, Samantha’s seated in business class next to a handsome stranger named Colin. His low, smooth voice helps calm her nerves. But her panic reaches its peak when the plane is forced to land in Iceland due to mechanical failure. Distraught, she’s horrified to discover that all hotels are booked due to a summer solstice festival. As the world’s top designer of tropical resort clothing, Samantha _ known as Sam C. to her legions of fans _ is used to luxury at her Palm Beach estate, not sleeping on airport benches with only a pashmina wrap for a blanket.
Her impossibly sexy seat-mate Colin kindly offers to share his accommodations, because a business contact owns a sleek pied-à-terre in Reykjavik. Samantha, emotionally wrung out, agrees for what she thinks is one quick night.
A freak volcano eruption forces Samantha and Colin to stay in the Icelandic capitol for a long weekend, and the two have nothing better to do than share cocktails, bare their past sins in conversation, and indulge in each other under the midnight sun.
But things become complicated after their idyllic fantasy weekend together. Colin, a self-described modern-day rake, is sure he’s finally found the woman of his dreams. But Samantha, who has her own fears and ghosts of the past, isn’t so certain. She’d rather fly around the world, twice, than have her heart broken again.
“What?” Colin asked, following me into the room.
I cleared my throat. “Oh. Nothing. Um, this bed is as big as the entire apartment.”
“We can both sleep here, I guess. I don’t mind, if you don’t,” Colin said.
A pang of nerves shot through my stomach at the idea of lying next to Colin. Especially after that vivid and lascivious mental image of us had played in a loop five times in my brain in the past thirty seconds.
“I guess. If you don’t snore,” I replied hesitantly. What was I saying? Sleeping next to a stranger? Was my mouth on some different planet than my mind?
“I never snore.” He wheeled his luggage into the bedroom and set it on a teak chair. He opened the suitcase, and everything was carefully arranged inside. He rifled through his belongings with the briskness of a seasoned traveler.
“Didn’t you say that there were clothes here for me?” Better to concentrate on clothing than Colin.
I’d have to go shopping tomorrow and had seen several interesting boutiques on Laugavegur, the main street, a block from where our condo was nestled in a sleek, gray four-story building. Normally, I bought from the same three designers—Karl Lagerfeld, Donna Karan, and Ralph Lauren—but I was intrigued to see what Icelandic women wore.
Colin went to a bureau—all of the furniture and the bedding were white, giving everything a sterile look—and opened up a drawer, then another. “Yes, my friend said his wife leaves some things here and that you’re free to use them. Here, looks like I’ve found some stuff.”
I stood beside him, feeling the heat from his arm only an inch from mine. I paused. It wasn’t like me to rifle through someone else’s clothing. Then again, it wasn’t like me to sleep next to a stranger. What was happening to me?
“I guess this will have to do,” I muttered, while flipping through a stack of tank tops.
“His wife is a model. Quite a bit younger than him. She’s tall and from here, so that might be why all the young-looking clothes.”
“Hmmm,” I said, disapprovingly. Young, model wives were typical of men in Colin’s social set, I was sure. I grabbed a white tank top and a pair of blue shorts and wondered if Colin only dated women under twenty-five. I suspected I knew the answer.
I looked to my purse and sighed. My body suddenly felt heavy from all the stress.
“I should check my email. I’ve probably gotten a hundred messages since landing.” I said something about my accountant. God, I was exhausted. But I had to shower because I smelled like sweat and canned airplane and confusion.
Colin frowned and hoisted his bag onto a chair. “It’s pretty late, and you were busy in the car, too busy to have a conversation with me. You should sleep after what we just went through. It’s past six in Florida, surely your accountant won’t be working.”
I raised my eyebrows at him. I thought he’d been busy, so I’d buried myself in my phone.
“What’s that look for?” he asked.
“I’m not used to arrogant strangers giving me suggestions. I assumed that you, as a global businessperson, would understand the demands on a CEO. And you seemed quite occupied on the ride here, as well. Of course, I understand that business comes first, unlike some people. Or perhaps you thought I was your evening entertainment?”
He stared at me with a flicker of haughtiness, then chuckled. “Evening entertainment. I’m intrigued by what that would entail.”
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About Tamara Lush:
During the day, Tamara Lush writes news as a journalist with The Associated Press. At night, she writes fictional romance tales about complicated, sexy men and the women who love them.
Her first full-length novel, HOT SHADE, was published in September 2015 with Boroughs Publishing Group. INTO THE HEAT is her second full-length novel and it’s also with Boroughs.
TELL ME A STORY is Tamara’s first novella. It’s the first episode of The Story Series, a five-novella serial about a bookstore owner who reads erotica to a billionaire during a literary event in Florida.
When Tamara isn’t reporting, 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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