Well, we all are I think – especially when it comes to a man. There’s nothing better than thinning about our fantasy guy, the hunk you see down the street or the construction worker you pass by every day going to work. We love our firemen and policemen, marines and other military men. Those who take hero to an extreme level are just plain HOT.
Spicy White Chocolate is being re-released from Booktrope soon and there’s more inside, a sizzling new cover and the first in a collection. This asks the very question, what if 
you were challenged to hunt down and seduce a younger man? Hmmm… Sounds delicious, don’t you think? Here’s a taste. Coming in June…
SPICY WHITE CHOCOLATE
“I’m ready for some hot, black ass.”
Shawna Dupres choked and gawked at Marla. The woman was a wild child, and she had to admit she loved her to death. “Are we still talking books, or have we started longing for a cabana boy?” She glanced at Desiree who shook her head.
“I suggest a stripper,” Desiree proposed, giving all four girls a mischievous look.
“Can you tell what this morning’s read is going to be like?”
Shawna eyed Cara and smiled as she glanced at the group of highly accomplished and very single women. The Wednesday morning erotica book club, affectionately called the Piranha Girls, had met for about a year. In this time, she’d learned more about kinky sex toys than she ever thought she’d want to know. And in truth, she craved learning and experiencing more. She fought laughter, seeing Georgia’s face. The peach of a girl was just beginning to come into her own.
“How about coffee first?” Georgia suggested.
“What, no Irish cream?” Giggling, Shawna glanced at her watch. It was five o’clock somewhere, right?
“Now, we’re talkin’!” Desiree tossed her dark locks over her shoulder and beckoned to Cara. “You have to have some of the yummy, gooey treat.”
“Should we, this early?” Georgia asked, wide eyed.
Shawna shook her head as she gazed at Georgia. Although the smaller girl was completely shy in everyday life, Georgia had indeed blossomed after mere weeks of joining the group and now brought the most scintillating books for the girls to read. “Live a little, girl.”
Cara grinned, a naughty glint in her eyes as she brought the liquor bottle out from behind her back. “Shawna is oh so right. We need to get this party rolling.”
“Yum-my!” Marla rose to her feet, tilting her hip. “Next time, the club is at my place, so we’ll get really wild. Maybe champagne.”
“Don’t you dare try to one-up me.” Cara laughed as she pointed her finger. “But, no worries, girls. I have another one waiting in the wings, so let’s party and enjoy. We’re wild, saucy, and single, and very hungry! Desiree, will you do the honors while I bring out the extremely wicked gifts?”
“I’ll be happy to. Woot! It’s party time,” the curvy blond cooed as she grinned and grabbed the bottle, her hips swaying to the pulsing music. “Lovin’ this day, ladies!”
“Gifts? What are we celebrating?” Shawna asked, shaking her head. The group was a bit wild, and she loved when they became embroiled in a graphic novel about sex, sex, and more sex.
“One year of our completely unbridled group being together, silly,” Cara purred as she sashayed over to the large cabinet in the corner of her oversized living room. “This is quite an accomplishment for a group of women who could barely manage to have lunch together during all the nasty, life-altering moments of our lives. So, this is indeed a celebration.”
“How about a little mood music to spice things up? I’m feeling like a little Latin vibe to kick up the heat.” The busty brunette jumped to her feet, singing in Spanish as she moved to the stereo system.
“You go, Marla!” Georgia whistled. “Hurry up Desiree and pour. We might have to mix this fest with mimosas.”
“It’s eleven in the morning.” Shawna admonished. Hell, they had served drinks at nine sharp on a summer’s day when they were consoling at least one of their friends over the bastards that had left them, cheated on them, had forgotten to call them, or some other atrocity. Besides, it was going to be a grueling weekend at the restaurant, and she hadn’t yet concocted her saucy, sweet treat. Her customers counted on her creativity with chocolate, some coming in only for her decadent desserts and after-dinner drinks. Unfortunately, her schedule had been way too hectic lately at Sauce and Spice, her brainchild, the restaurant she fought to keep after the divorce. Serving a selection of Cajun creations inspired by her grandmother, it was a hot-and-happening bistro nestled in the heart of the suburbs of Charlotte. Shaking her head, the exhaustion from working seventy hours a week was settling in. Shawna needed a damn vacation.
Or a night with a steamy, hot hunk fulfilling her every fantasy.
“I love champagne,” Georgia mused, giving them all her doe-eyed look.
Cara tossed a pillow in her direction. “You’re such a faker. Get Georgia a shot of tequila.”
The thought alone gave Shawna chills. Georgia certainly didn’t need any shots. After what she’d been through with her wretched ex-boyfriend, the woman was lucky to be alive, let alone indulge in fantasies. If she had the opportunity, she’d cut off the bastard’s dick. “You sure you’re ready to let loose, Georgia?”
“Maybe a little taste?” Georgia asked, rolling her eyes. “And I’ll have you know, I’m a bad girl in disguise.”
The girls laughed as Shawna tsked and wagged her finger. “Be careful, or you might just become a depraved woman.”
“Uh-huh. We’re going to corrupt you yet,” Desiree chuckled as she poured her friends all hefty snifters of the creamy froth and handed them out. “News, girls. I have a date this weekend.”
“What? You’ve been holding back, girl! You go,” Marla squealed.
“No fair!” Georgia pouted and took a large sip of the white cream. “Heavenly.”
Shawna groaned. She hadn’t had a date in a good two years, and the last one was nothing short of lackluster. Who knew attorneys could be so damn boring? Remembering the last rather bland evening, she sipped the liquor and wondered if she even knew how to dress for a date with a hunky man. Then again, were there any left in town? Being divorced, successful, and forty-six, some would say she was in the prime of her life. Too bad she was lonely and craved a thick cock buried in her cunt. She wiggled back and forth as a series of quivers dancing inside her pussy forced her to smirk and lick her lips. Hiding behind her glass, she grinned and thought about a young stud using her, filling her, and couldn’t help the fantasizing about a throbbing cock.
“You okay, girlfriend? You look a bit flushed,” Cara observed, setting down a vibrantly colored selection of gift bags on the coffee table.
“I’m just dandy. What do you have there?”
“Hmmm … Georgia, what was the book we all just finished reading?” Cara chided, giving Shawna a soulful stare.
“You mean Her Entrance Into Submission?” Georgia asked, grabbing the book out of her bag. Waving it back and forth, she fanned her face. “A blazing hot one here!”
“I’ll say,” Shawna sighed. Perhaps one day, she would experiment with something so completely uninhibited, but for now, she’d settle for being fucked hard and fast. The book was an incredible ride into the moment of true seduction, and she read and re-read several passages until she sliced the butt plug inside her ass, relishing in the true moment of pain. “Tasty words,” she purred, savoring the memory.
“You mean the passage about kneeling for one man, succumbing to his every need? Or the part in the middle where he talked about collaring her, branding her?” Marla asked.
Just hearing the words made Shawna shiver. “All of the above.”
“I’ll say,” Desiree agreed, fanning her face. “The man in that book is every girl’s fantasy.”
“We can talk about perfect men for hours. Ssssooo … lookie here, girls; we need to mix this little circle up a bit,” Cara mused, giving each woman a long, heated stare. She pushed the bags forward toward the group. “Open if you dare.”
“Can you tell the salacious woman has something naughty up her sleeve?” Desiree laughed 
as she plopped onto the leather easy chair, resting her feet on the end of the coffee table.
Marla leaned over the glass top and picked up one of the bags. “Hmm, it’s heavy. I think the girl is serious. Can we open our treats?”
Cara shook her finger. “Not until we make a secret and what I would consider a very sensual pact.”
“Oh, I like this girl’s style,” Desiree blurted out.
“I have a terrible feeling of apprehension about this,” Shawna demurred, yet she laughed as she gazed down at the colorful bags. Her intuition told her that she was going to love the contents.
“Pact?” Georgia asked. “Do you remember the last time Cara got us into something naughty?”
“Yeah, we almost ended up in jail,” Marla exclaimed.
“But it was damn fun trying to explain to the police officer what the hell we were doing skinny dipping in that very public pool.” Shawna laughed. The memories were sweet, and they had been wild girls in the past. Now, each of them had professions and obligations that kept their sinful sides at bay.
“Woot! Do you remember the look on that poor boy’s face?” Desiree mused.
“I think he wanted to say he would do us all but knew he’d get into trouble.” Georgia added, laughing as she gulped her drink.
“All right, ladies. Here’s the deal. We are young and hip and happening, and we need men, right?” Cara asked, glancing at each one of her friends.
“Hell, you have no idea how much I need a young stud,” Marla cooed.
“That’s exactly my point,” Cara breathed, tipping her head back as she closed her eyes and slid her hand down to the swell of her breasts. “Wild … wanton … crazed … sex!”
“You bitch!” Shawna threw a pillow at her and chuckled.
“Come on now, ladies,” Cara grinned, licking her lips as she swayed her hips from side to side.
“Out with it. What are you proposing?” Georgia asked.
“Fess up, girl. I feel hot men a comin’,” Marla added.
“Okay. Ten days, and we find and fuck a man,” Cara propositioned quietly. She placed her hand to her mouth, scanning the women’s faces.
The room suddenly became very quiet.
What do you think – are tasty treats coming?
Kisses and spanks…
Cassandre
Passion with a Dark and Dangerous Twist 