Welcome Anya to our blog as she presents her erotic romance The Mask.
Definitely sounds like a steamy one to me!
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The Mask
By: Anya Winter
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Masquerade Series - Book Two
Blurb:
Eve Manor is a pastry chef with a passion for chocolate and romance.
During the annual masked Black & Lace ball, Eve has a plan. She created a
signature chocolate dish that was sure to knock the socks off every famous chef
and food critic attending the ball. Everything hinges on the night’s success.
Christian Grier is a man with a secret. In the foodie world, he's known
as the Editor-in-Chief of the famous magazine, Sizzle. When his old college
roommate, Josh, asks him to attend the ball his company is catering, Christian
intended to turn him down. But when Josh reveals Eve's secret plan, he knew he
needed to do everything he could to help. Will hiding behind his mask help in
his quest to seduce Eve or will she decide he’s not what she wants after all?
Excerpt
Eve wore a slinky black dress that highlighted her luscious curves. She
gazed in awe at the masked dancers as they teased one another with their sexy
corsets and tight leather outfits.
The Black Lace Masquerade Ball. A dream come true.
“Is it what you expected, kiddo?” Josh Brown, Eve’s boss, cozied up to
her and placed his arm around her waist.
“I’m amazed. It’s better than I imagined. I just wish I was on the
other side of the table.” Eve sighed as she gazed around the crowded ballroom.
Full of her idols, top-notch chefs from around the country, she dreamed to
someday apprentice with one of them.
Despite the sequined masks they all wore, Eve could pinpoint each and
every chef she admired. Through Twitter statuses, Facebook updates and magazine
articles, she felt like she knew almost every person on the floor.
Jillian Thomas, pastry chef for the Banff Springs Hotel, wore a
gorgeous black pinstriped corset with a lace edge that did nothing to hide her
voluptuous chest. Lacey Sullivan, Executive Editor for French Cuisine magazine,
looked fabulous in a black leather corset dress with a slit up the side and
showed the red lining of the leather underskirt. God, she was beautiful.
“You will, one day.” Josh pulled her close and brushed a kiss against
her forehead. “That will be you out there, wearing a fuck-me corset and
come-hither mask.”
“Josh!” Eve’s eyes widened as she checked to make sure no one heard his
words.
Josh leaned down and whispered into her ear. “I saw you coming out of
Ganache last night,”
Eve’s body stiffened as her cheeks flushed. Oh no. Without turning to
look him in the eye, she tried to step away but his hold tightened.
“Something you want to tell me?”
Eve shook her head as she bit her lip.
“Nothing at all? ‘Cause I thought for sure you’d have something to say
about that skimpy little number you wore, or the guy who escorted you to your
car.”
What the hell was he doing in that part of the city?
“What would Harold have to say if he knew his little sugar plum was
into BDSM?”
Eve dug her elbow into Josh’s side before she turned and glared at him.
“I’m not.”
“Really? ‘Cause I know it may be called Ganache, but there’s nothing
sweet about the club at all.” He smirked and winked at her.
Damn it all. There was no way she was going to admit anything to him.
Not here. Especially not with her grandfather hovering over her every time she
turned around.
“Can you forget what you thought you saw and just focus on our plan?”
She stepped over to the table where she rearranged platters of petite éclairs,
mini cheesecakes and mousse-filled martini glasses.
“It’s going to work.”
“I hope so.” Eve glanced over her shoulder at him and gave what she
hoped was an innocent smile.
“Don’t bother sweet’ums. This isn’t my first ball, but it is yours. So
let me give you the advice a dear soul gave me oh so long ago—the coach turns
back into a pumpkin, the horses into mice and yes, as much as I hate to admit
it, the prince does revert back to the Beast.” Josh laid his hand over his
heart and sighed.
Eve struggled not to roll her eyes. He couldn’t even get his fairy
tales right.
“That dear soul knew what she was talking about, didn’t she?” Madison
Pearce, owner of Choco Chic Events, stood behind them, notebook in hand.
Josh stood there, eyes closed as he slowly nodded his head. Eve
struggled for composure but lost it when Josh winked at her.
“Eve, your desserts are fantastic. I’ve already had several requests
for quotes. You’ve outdone yourself.” Madison smiled before she turned to Josh
and gave him a stern look.
Eve breathed a sigh of relief before she took a small step away from
the two but still within hearing distance. There was a strong undercurrent
filled with tension between them. Whatever was going on didn’t include her. She
hoped.
So much was riding on tonight. More than Madison knew. These little
desserts were nothing. Not even Madison knew of the plan Josh concocted to help
her tonight.
“You promised to behave, Josh. Harold catching you in the broom closet
with your new boy toy is not behaving. Honestly. I don’t know what’s gotten
into you lately.”
Eve knew she should walk away. “Harold shouldn’t be poking around where
he’s not wanted,” Josh crossed his arms and glared at Madison.
Uh oh. She really needed to walk away.
“He was getting a mop to clean up spilled wine. Where else was he to
go? Seriously, I need you to step up. If you want a partnership, than show me
you deserve it,” Madison hissed between clenched teeth.
Eve spied her grandfather across the room. Now was a good time as any
to face him. Josh could handle Madison’s tongue lashing on his own.
She wove her way through the maze of guests and stood beside the man
she adored more than life.
“The mask has always mystified me.” He nodded his head at a couple
dancing close to them. Eve loved the masks they wore. The female’s face was
half-clad in white satin with ribbons tailing down from a large pale pink
flower. The man’s mask was a light green with an overlay of black strips.
“Do they not realize that they reveal more of the secrets they wish to
hide?” Harold clasped his hands behind him as he surveyed the room.
Eve snaked her arm through his. She would have rested her head on his
shoulder but PDAs were highly frowned upon. He believed public displays of
affections were for the lower class. She tried to see it from his
point-of-view, but for the life of her, she couldn’t. She craved to be out
there on that floor wearing a mask that would bring out the girl she kept
buried. She thought about the hatbox hidden beneath her bed, containing the
beautiful silver mask she’d found in Venice, and a black wig.
“Oh, I don’t know. I find them mysterious, enticing. Seductive in a
sense.” Eve tilted her head up and waited for her grandfather’s frown.
“Your generation knows nothing about seduction. Wearing undergarments
to a social gathering cheapens the art.” Harold’s lips thinned.
Eve pulled away and studied the man who had moved continents to raise
her. She would never have imagined he understood the term seduction let alone
have thoughts about it.
“Don’t look at me like that, child. I may be English, but I’m not
dead.”
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About the Author:
Once upon a time … is how the stories used to start.
Not anymore. Now they start with chocolate (and maybe a little bit of
passion).
At least in Anya’s world where passionate pleasures are explored …
One Story at a Time!
Don’t miss out on The Master - Book One of the Masquerade Series.
Twitter @AnyaWinter
Website: www.anyawinter.com
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