The Fantasy Maker (Adult Audience)
Sexy page turner with a mysterious twist ~ Review by Amy
This is not your run of the mill, bodice ripper romance novel. It’s so much more than that. It’s steamy and sexy and smart. I liked the way the author created the characters. You couldn’t help but relate to Emma. We’ve all been rejected in some way by someone we truly desire. But, the story isn’t just about Emma coming into her own (pun intended), there is a mystery to be solved while Emma’s marriage is being tossed about. The author did a great job building the world Emma lives in. You buy into her relationship with her husband, his political ambitions and how the other half lives.
Book Description:
Emma loves her husband and is excited by his political rise to mayor of their small town, but behind closed doors, she’s a frustrated young wife and mother, driven beyond her limits by her husband’s indifference to her needs. When a friend introduces her to a high-priced ‘members only’ club where the wives of the rich and powerful secretly visit, Emma finds an erotic world of mani-pedi’s, full-body massages and tantalizing pleasures limited only by her own inhibitions. No fantasy is denied, but what follows not only threatens to expose the existence of ‘The Ranch’ and its prominent members, but destroy her marriage and the career of one of the most promising young politicians in the state.
Excerpt:Emma loves her husband and is excited by his political rise to mayor of their small town, but behind closed doors, she’s a frustrated young wife and mother, driven beyond her limits by her husband’s indifference to her needs. When a friend introduces her to a high-priced ‘members only’ club where the wives of the rich and powerful secretly visit, Emma finds an erotic world of mani-pedi’s, full-body massages and tantalizing pleasures limited only by her own inhibitions. No fantasy is denied, but what follows not only threatens to expose the existence of ‘The Ranch’ and its prominent members, but destroy her marriage and the career of one of the most promising young politicians in the state.
"Or I could give you a massage." Emma shook her head, still refusing to look up. "I'm not…" She stopped, unsure what it was she was about to say. "I'm married." "Most of our clients are," he said, moving up behind her. Emma shivered as she felt the heat of his closeness against the back of her neck. She closed her eyes, wondering how the hell she had gotten herself into this position. "I know what happens in there, with you."
There was amusement in Dante's voice when he said, "Do you?" She shivered again. So close. He was standing so close to her that she could feel the length of his body with every inch of her heated skin. She bit her lip. "Listen," he said, gently laying his hands on her upper arms, "we don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with."
He squeezed gently. "I give a heck of a massage." Maybe it was the alcohol she had been drinking. Or the amazing facial she had just had. Or maybe it was the way her body responded so instantly to the simplest of touches. Was she that desperate for a little intimacy? But she nodded and let him lead her on….
The moment Dante's hands touched her, her heart leapt into her mouth. She bit her lip and tried to relax. Just a massage, she reminded herself again. But it didn't feel like just a massage. His hands were big and strong, but his touch was so gentle she could feel it like an ache between her thighs. He began with her shoulders, kneading the muscles until she slowly began to relax under his ministrations. Then he worked his way down, his fingers, palms, and knuckles working not just her muscles, but every nerve that jumped and popped under her skin.
She stiffened slightly as he reached her bottom, tugging at the towel he had laid across her waist. But he didn't move it, didn't try to reach underneath. Instead, he skipped down to her feet, working them almost roughly until she felt her nerves go numb with pleasure. Then her ankles, her calves, working each muscle group until they turned into something like mush. By the time he had worked his way back up to her thighs, begun to forget what it was she had been so worried about in the first place. A little tension came back into her shoulders when he asked her to roll over, but it quickly disappeared as he touched her again.
Again his touch was gentle, impersonal. Like any other massage she had ever had. He rubbed her temples until she thought she might drift off to sleep. He began to slip the mask from her face, but she grabbed his wrist, pulled his fingers away. Not yet. She wasn't ready to lose that little bit of distance. With the jasmine scented oil, he began working her shoulders, the muscles over her ribs, the joints and tendons along each of her arms and into her hands. She was almost looking forward to his touch when he moved to her hips, her thighs. Best massage ever. And then there was a change…..
Kendricks, Emily (2015-04-11). The Fantasy Maker (Kindle Locations 980-987). Sarah Book Publishing. Kindle Edition.
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