Yes, I call the men in my books flavors. I started that a long time ago when I started writing interracial pieces. I do love the flavors of men. I have never been a girl to look at the color of a man’s skin. It’s simply whether they are decent people, funny, sexy and I’m attracted. What makes a man sexy to me? To me I think all men have an inner sexy that includes the way they look in (oh yes and out) of clothes, their smile, they way they carry themselves and mostly for me – their eyes. I can see straight into a man’s soul through their eyes.
So why would I care about the color of their skin? It’s still kind of strange to me I get questions about writing interracial pieces since pretty much 2/3’s of mine are. Funny enough, I was putting together some things for a post and realized I actually write more about a woman who indulges in a relationship with more than one man more than I do even interracial. I had to ask myself – am I more interested in a polyamory situation? Oh who knows. I love to write about every kind of relationship and every kind of man.
I had a writer ask me yesterday how to introduce a man of color in her piece and I realize she’d read something I posted about this piece that’s releasing later today. I’m going to give you the longer excerpt in honor of the release and because I closed my eyes and thought about how to describe this man the first time my heroine say him and what his looks in a sense did to and for her. And it’s just another way I say – the flavors of a man. I described it like ice cream. I love more than just vanilla and whether it’s chocolate or strawberry, nuts or without, it’s wonderful to be able to have choices.
I hope you enjoy a taste of this and it’s going to be offered later today at a reduced price for a couple of reasons… I’ll let you figure out what special day I’m honoring.
DECEPTION, DOMINATION & HUNTED DESIRE
“By God we’ve died and gone to heaven,” Betsy breathed.
For once Stacy agreed with her. The night couldn’t be more picture-perfect. She sighed and allowed herself more than one shameless thought.
A rich cabernet arrived as they stood looking down at the glistening lagoon, listening to the sultry strains of the band as the wind wafted the scent of night blooming jasmine. Shades of turquoise and midnight blue still floated to the surface. Neither felt the need to say anything. They stood and absorbed their good fortune and the breathtaking view. Stacy sipped her wine and gazed down at the glowing lagoon, imagining dipping her naked body into the cool waterfall. The scintillating thought of making love under one of nature’s greatest gifts had always been one of her greatest fantasies and one that was very erotic. Sinful. Licking the rim of her glass, the thought forced a shiver deep in her pussy.
“Amazing,” Betsy cooed.
That is indeed. Stacy fought her raging hunger, sighed and stood smiling into the evening sky. The last remnants of a vibrant fuchsia shimmer hovered in the moonlight sky, drawing her into the magical dreams of never-never-land.
“I think I could move here easily and become a beach bum, or a bartender.”
“I hear that.” Out of the blue, something heavenly caught Stacy’s eye. She watched the lone figure standing alone staring down at the ever-changing light pattern flecking against the ripples of the water.
From what she could tell he was tall and muscular. He stood quietly sipping a drink and moved little, simply gazing at the waterfall. The light breeze toyed with his long dark strands of hair. And for some reason she wanted to see what he was going to do, to find out who he was. The waning light didn’t allow her to distinguish anything other than dark pants and a light colored shirt, but something about him enticed her to continue watching, a voyeur in the night.
Betsy hummed around her whispering and giggling as she watched the crowd.
Stacy wasn’t hearing a word.
As the last rays of the dipping sun managed to catch a sliver in the teaming walls, he turned to glance in her direction. Instantly it was as if his eyes found hers. There was no doubt in her mind that their eyes had locked. He stared at her without moving, yet his eyes finally drifted down the length of her body. Stacy felt a shiver trickle down her spine, sending a pulse of heat straight into her pussy. “Holy shit.” The whisper hoarse, she licked her lips and fought a smile. And just then the first shimmer of the moon cast a ray of warm light across his features. My God the man was hot. Stunning. Whew. At least from what she could see, he was as close to her perfect idea of a man as there ever had been.
His luxurious hair just crested the top of his collared shirt, black as midnight and appearing to be in cornrows. Several longer strands cascaded down to the thick muscles of his back. The flowing shirt was open to the middle of his chest revealing a sculpted form. Dark pants hugged his slender hips and long legs as if tailored for him. He had his one hand on his waist and as he watched her staring at him, a smile crept across his face.
Beads of perspiration slid down the length of her neck into the back of her dress. Breathless, suddenly there was no one else on the oversized deck. Every part of her body shaking, Stacy gazed into his eyes. The distance was great enough she couldn’t read them, but in a sense she knew what he was thinking and what he was craving. Her heart beating rapidly, she clenched her fist. There was no doubt he could tell she was watching him. Instinct and wild heat told her that. She wondered about him, imaging the husky tone of his voice, the touch of his rugged hands. Admiring his lithe body and strong shoulders, she swallowed hard. With his hand now on his hips and his legs apart, he appeared commanding, fearless and sexy as hell. Oh my. She could just imagine all kinds of wicked activities to do with the man. The thought of wild kinky sex boiled her very blood and sent the trickles of her honey past the thin edge of her thong.
They continued their combined dance, absorbed in a quiet moment of raging lust.
The air surrounding her was stagnant and she struggled to breathe as she pressed the back of her hand over her mouth to keep from moaning out loud. Every coherent thought had been forced out of her mind along with her sanity and yet at that moment, the sizzling heat of feeling very alive was wonderful. Out of the shadows, Stacy watched as a second man approached the first. Much taller, his features were lighter but equally gorgeous. His silky hair hung down to the middle of his back, the light breeze shifting the long strands back and forth across his broad back. Also ebony in color at least in the dimming light, he watched the first man as he continued to stare. Then he shifted his gaze in her direction.
As the wind kicked up, fluttering the thin wisp of her dress across the heat of her flushed skin, both men kept their eyes burning into her as if reading her mind. “Dear God they were ecstasy posing as utter perfection.” Thankfully her strangled whisper died in the light pulses of the wind, yet the feeling remained. She blinked several times wishing she were closer so that she could see their faces, their features and hear their words. Were they as gorgeous as she thought them to be? Were they as sexy as hell? Why was it she was wet and hot and wanted…oh hell, her blatant desire for two mysterious strangers was ridiculous.
Blinking furiously, Stacy knew Betsy had posed a question, but she didn’t care at that very moment. All that mattered were the two hunks of men hovering one hundred feet below the railing she gripped like the only remaining lifeline. She resigned herself that she would walk to them and maybe talk to them. Sure, Stacy you have the nerve. She bit her lip and tried to convince herself she could.
Until the second hunk caressed the other’s back and eased his head into the neck of the first, nuzzling gently. The spell was broken. It wasn’t that she wouldn’t want to try and convince them that a woman would be a tasty treat, but she’d been there. Done that. Oh yeah she had received the tee shirt like a badge of honor and moved on long ago.
Stacy sighed heavily and turned away. Why were all the gorgeous men gay?
“What is wrong? That sigh sounded like you were over it already and we just got here.” Betsy complained.
“Nothing’s wrong. Just looking around.” It was such a stupid lie.
“Good. ‘Cause there are some really hot guys in here.”
“Ladies?” His rich timbre cut through the insidious hunger. The host held out his arm, menus in hand.
“You are right.” Growling, she sighed and glanced over her shoulder one last time as they were led into the dining area. Mmmm…. Damn it!
Now can you imagine what is going to happen? I’ll just way a waterfall, a heated moment shared with a stranger and a desire for a hell of a lot more. I hope you enjoyed…