The world is full of secrets.
Drea Fortier, a reclusive philanthropist whose painful past influences her belief that there can be no happily ever after for her, reaches out to help others in the hope she can transform their pain and give them hope for the future. Drea’s own story, along with that of her assistant, Michael Smith, is slowly revealed throughout the Secrets series.
Secrets 1: Masquerade
Frigid bitch. The words seep into Beth Ritmour's soul. A year after her divorce, they still haunt her. So when a mysterious benefactor offers to help, Beth takes a vacation from her job as a dental hygienist and follows a cryptic note to
where she’s soon ensconced as a waitress at Club
Masquerade. Although how she’s going to prove she’s not frigid is hard to
figure out when the boss makes it very clear that sex, or any precursors to
sex, with patrons or employees, is strictly taboo. It’s not an easy rule to
follow, especially when one deliciously hot bartender keeps very, very close
tabs on her.
“That dancing,” he said, grinding the words. “The kind you did out there?”
She gulped and nodded.
“I want to be the only one who sees you dance like that. Ever.”
He stared into eyes he had never forgotten. Eyes he refused to let leave again. Before she had time to react, he kissed her, their lips colliding in an explosion of hot pleasure. He kissed her hard and fast, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. He couldn’t get enough of her and moved his lips over hers with an urgency he no longer chose to deny.
He didn’t at first recognize that she kissed him back. When he did, he pulled her tight into his body. Anthony groaned as she ground her hips against his erection. He thrust with his tongue and she opened further for him. He danced with her, pulling her tongue into his mouth, tasting a lingering mint on her breath. He’d waited so long, and now he poured every bit of his love into that kiss. He forgot everything except the taste of her.
Pain filtered through to his brain. His cock was granite and straining against the zipper of his slacks. Anthony grabbed Beth’s hips and pulled her in tighter to his long-denied need. “God, Beth. I’m so fucking horny I can’t think straight.”
“Then stop thinking and do something about it.”
Lace Daltyn lives in the shadow of the majestic Mount Rainier in the Pacific Northwest, where she writes sensual stories about fantasies fulfilled. She settled down with a man whose first words to her were "Save me a dance." That's all it took. Four little words and she was a goner. Twenty years later, she still remembers that first kiss, standing beside his very cool Ford Mustang. That kiss, and the future love it represented, is the reason she enjoys stories filled with romance and emotion. And dancing. Always dancing.