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Simply Decadent

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Too busy for romance? Every woman has been there and knows what that's like. But for workaholic Cassandra Valentine, this has become an almost permanent state. She loves her job to the point that she has forgotten about other kinds of love.

Seth Bryant is about to remind her that some things are worth a little extra time. After whisking her away to a romantic weekend retreat, he'll use every available trick -- and toy -- to win her attention for good.

Because when life gets too complicated, sometimes the only cure is Simply Decadent.

It's the simple things in life that mean the most, don't you think? Sure, a dozen red roses on a special occasion makes you feel like a queen for the day, but how much more romantic is the surprise of one single red rose that comes out of the blue on a Wednesday night, no special occasion associated? An elegant dinner at the best restaurant in town is a nice treat, but spreading out a blanket on the beach or at the park for an impromptu picnic can be even more romantic than the restaurant. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for grand gestures! But it's the little things that really melt my heart. The thoughtfulness someone puts into something as simple as calling me in the middle of the day for no other reason than to say, "I'm thinking about you." Or leaving a romantic card in my laptop case for me to find when I start work in the morning. Strolling hand-in-hand on the beach.... A soft kiss at the nape of the neck... . You get my point. Those simple gestures are more profound to me because they're "everyday" gestures. No special occasion needed. No pressure for a perfect outcome. They simply say, "Thanks for being in my life," without the words even having to be said.

Award-winning author Calista Fox began her professional fiction-writing career in 2004, following an exciting career in PR, where she specialized in writing speeches and Congressional testimonies. Her books have received rave reviews and she is also the recipient of a Reviewer's Choice Award for Best Erotic Sci-Fi Novella.

Calista attended college on a Journalism scholarship and has worked on newspapers as an editor and reporter. She holds degrees in General Studies and Communications. Calista divides her time between Arizona, San Diego and various other locales in the U.S. and abroad. She has traveled the country several times over by Lear Jet, always with her laptop in tow, and is a spa aficionado. Visit the author at

The stroke of the paintbrush was slow and languid, as though he had all the time in the world to drag the soft, crimson-colored bristles along her skin. The sensuous touch of the wet brush and the coolness of the creamy, cherry-scented body paint on her warm flesh made her tingle from head to toe.
As the long, continuous stroke slid down her neck, pausing to fill the hollow of her throat, Cassandra Valentine's eyelids fluttered closed.
She knew the trail Seth intended to blaze with his edible paint. Knew it would be a scorcher.
"You're enjoying this." His deep, intimate tone sent a ripple of excitement through her.
"I'll allow you to gloat," she whispered, her voice sounding sultry even to her own ears. Her eyes remained closed, but she could picture hunky Seth in her mind. Tall, tanned and muscular, dressed in nothing but a pair of faded Levi's. Dark-as-night hair. Dazzling ocean blue eyes. A face and body that could have been sculpted by an artist.
Seth was easily the most gorgeous man she'd ever known - or slept with.
He had a dark, edgy look that drove her wild. He was damn sexy. Sensuous. Sizzling.