||February 14, 2012
A fun & spicy romantic comedy about the push and pull of work and stress against love and family. Add in an interfering aunt, pair of canoodling canaries and a cheese-chomping German Shepherd and you've got the recipe for a charming and romantic story.
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Bustiers, Birds, and the Blues....
Dan McDonald walked away from the American dream, a life full of money, glamorous women and power. Now nothing can lure him back into the corporate death trap. Except...
Dan's scheming aunt snares him into opening a lingerie shop in Tess Emory's shopping mall. Tess is everything Dan has vowed to avoid....sexy, smart, and obsessed wiith work.
Tess is determined to make her life a success and right the wrongs of her past, no matter the cost.
They're both going to discover that true love breaks all their rules.
Excerpt from SATIN PLEASURES by Karen Docter
Copyright 2012 by Karen Docter
"Colby, if I'd had that brunette in my bass boat instead of you Aunt Mary would never have talked me off the lake." Dan McDonald tore his gaze away from the view in the truck windshield to grin at his dog, affectionately named Colby, after the cheese the German shepherd loved so much. "Bet she doesn't kiss like you...the brunette, I mean, not Aunt Mary."
The dog whined, then attempted to wriggle his massive bulk into his master's lap. Dan pushed his muzzle away. "Phew! Chances are she doesn't smell like you, either."
Colby bared his teeth in a grin.
Dan laughed. "You won't think it's so funny when we reach San Francisco and you get a bath." He considered the stalled traffic. "That's assuming we get across the bay."
A fully loaded semi had jackknifed across both lanes of the westbound bridge and wedged in tighter than a cork in a genie's bottle. The truck was to be dismantled for removal, the freight unloaded, and there appeared to be a debate as to which part of the process should be completed first.
He smiled at the speed with which the shock wave of information ran down the line of commuters. Many spilled from their cars to chat. A few lounged on their hoods, faces raised to the warm March afternoon sun. A pair of students in Stanford jerseys zipped a fluorescent orange Frisbee between the cars with all the ferocity of Kamikaze pilots.
Dan shook his head when he realized he'd pushed his old life behind him far enough to find amusement in the scene. He'd come a long way in the past year. Was it far enough? He'd been happy—well, content enough—with his solitary lifestyle...until his aunt tracked him down in Florida a couple of weeks ago.
She'd convinced him she and his mother needed him in California through June. However, he'd had three thousand miles to wonder if his temporary return to the rat race might prove to be the biggest mistake of his life. His impulse to turn the truck around had grown with each passing mile and he wondered if this traffic snarl was his last chance to save himself.
He certainly couldn't complain about his first glimpse of San Francisco Bay. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. The sun stirred bright color into the murky waves and streaked light across mirrored office buildings on the opposite shoreline. A light, salty breeze gave wing to a variety of raucous sea birds over his head and teased long tendrils of toffee-rich hair out of his brunette's French twist.
Desire coiled deep in his belly as he watched her wiggle her bottom onto the hood of her car. With one hand resting on the driver’s side mirror on the open door, she talked briskly into her phone, her expression hidden behind sunglasses. The straight lemon skirt and fitted jacket she wore accentuated her rich, dark hair, full breasts, and slender waist. Spiked heels showcased legs long enough to fuel a man's fantasies for months. Her hand waving in emphasis to whatever point she was making spoke to Dan of urgent caresses and wild passion.
The blend of cool professionalism and hot sensuality fostered the illusion a man only had to peel away one layer to expose the passionate woman beneath. He'd never seen a woman who made him feel so needy, so primitive, with barely one look...which is why he hadn't bothered to pursue a woman since Charlotte Betham opted for her career over him last year. He might have made an effort to change her mind if she’d turned his crank this way!
Only a caveman would dream of ripping the phone from his lady's hand. Only a cretin would throw it into the bay before he dragged her away to his cave for a year or two. Only a sex-starved man would allow such idiotic impulses to get out of hand.
"Maybe Aunt Mary dragged us back to civilization in time." Dan scratched behind his dog's ears. "Maybe I should go out on a date or two while we’re here. Take the edge off."
Colby barked, and then rested his muzzle on the dashboard, pointing the way.
"No, it won't be with my sexy brunette."
The last thing Dan needed in his life was another career woman to tempt him back to the competitive edge like the one he’d ridden in Chicago. He'd leaped off that fast track without a backward glance—nearly dying did have a way of changing a man’s perspective, after all—but he could still spot a workaholic when he saw one. He'd lived with one all his life. First, his father. More recently, Charlotte and himself. And since he didn't know yet if he'd beaten that particular inclination, once and for all, he wasn't taking any chances.
The odd thing about chance, though, was the way it tended to come up and slap him when he wasn't looking. Dan stared with consternation at the bright orange saucer veering out of control across his vision, aimed directly for his brunette. "Watch out!"
He jumped from the truck in time to see the rigid plastic disc slam into her right cheek with a sharp thwack, angle over her head and disappear over the bridge railing into the bay. Her cell sailed right behind it.
Dan sprinted in her direction but she’d fallen off the hood of her car and slumped to the pavement, her back against the front fender, before he could reach her. Kneeling beside her, he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Are you all right?"
She didn't respond.
"I didn't mean to hit her!" The Frisbee thrower squatted next to Dan and watched him remove her cracked sunglasses. "Oh, man, she's out cold."
Dan clamped a lid on his own spike of concern and thrust both hands into the woman's silky twist of hair. In the time it took him to run from his truck he'd seen her fall against the side mirror on her downward slide, and then ram her head against the open car door. So, it came as no surprise when he located a sizable lump over her left ear.
He examined the welt rising on her cheekbone, his curse short, succinct. Her head cradled in his hands, he brushed his thumbs against her temples. "Can you hear me?"
The woman’s eyelids fluttered, lifted. "W-What happened? H-Harry? Where's Harry?"
Who the devil was Harry? Dan gazed into cinnamon brown eyes fogged with confusion and experienced a surprising surge of possessiveness. He couldn't drag his hands away from her fast enough. "If Harry's the one on the phone, I believe he's now conferencing with the sharks."
"Oh. Oh! He'll kill me!" She shifted, wrinkled her nose in obvious bewilderment at the sight of her legs stretched in front of her. "Why am I sitting on the ground?"
The student piped in. "My Frisbee hit you. You fell."
Dan frowned. A concussion wasn't out of the question. Although her pupils didn't appear unequal or dilated, there was a large goose egg behind her ear and a welt across her cheek that grew more red and ugly by the minute. He searched his brain for the standard questions used on concussion victims. "What's your name, and who's the President?"
"Tess Emory, and Stuart Webster."
"One out of two isn't bad," he murmured. For all he knew, Tess Emory wasn't her name either.
"Oh, man, she doesn't even know—"
Dan glared the student into silence, motioning the kid to her other side so they could both help her to her feet. "Which is which?" he asked, aware he needed to keep her talking.
"I'm Tess." She wobbled on her spiked heels. "The president's Webster."
Dan quickly calculated the distance to the camper in the back of his truck. "I think we have a problem. Webster is not President of the United States."
Her eyes widened. "Oh. Wait. I thought you meant the president of my company!" She assured him she did indeed know her country's president. "Now I know two presidents' names and my own, but I don't know your names."
The student introduced himself and apologized for her injuries. He wanted to share his doctor's phone number but, when she refused his assistance, he shrugged and walked off to rejoin his buddy sitting on the hood of their car.
Which left Dan where he shouldn't be now that the danger had passed...overwhelmed by the appeal of toffee hair, cinnamon eyes, and spicy scent. Gasping for air like a wide-mouth bass in the bottom of his boat. Alone...with his brunette.
Full of Satin and Pleasure For the Reader
This book shouts romance. When a hunky guy with a German Shepherd comes to the rescue of a sexy career woman, sparks are bound to fly. Dan recognizes Tess as trouble and wants to avoid her for his own peace of mind. Tess doesn't have the time for romance, since she's competing for a promotion. Problem is that he's going to operate a lingerie store in the same mall where she is the manager. How can a healthy man touch silky undies all day and not think about how they'll look (and feel) on a particular luscious body?
Any man who loves a German Shepherd is tops on my list for a hero, and Dan doesn't disappoint. He's smart, funny, and handsome with loads of charisma. Tess is a workaholic (so she can pay for endless operations for her dearly loved father) and resists her white knight until her body is ready to explode from sexual tension.
The author develops believable characters in a story that is full of satin and pleasure for the reader's mind. I recommend it to anyone who loves a well-written romance. The dog is a believable character, too. Our German Shepherd often tried to insert himself between my husband and me when we hugged--they get jealous.
Fun, sexy read!
Satin Pleasures by Karen Docter is the breakthrough first novel by this author. This book is a fun read that makes you laugh and sigh and want to rush out and buy some sexy lingerie! At this price, you can't lose!
Getting stuck in a traffic jam on the Golden Gate Bridge is old hat to anyone living in or near San Francisco. For Dan McDonald, this is just the epitome of the life he left behind. Everyone is trying to get to the exact same place, but nobody can move for the crowd. He gave up his corporate life for a life of leisure, until a phone call from his aunt had him coming to her rescue. She needs help with her store opening, and who better to help her? He doesn't mind. It's not like he's planning to stick around to help her run the place. If only the hot brunette in front of him felt the same way. When she is the victim of a flying Frisbee, Dan helps her get back on her feet so she can get on her merry way. Little does she know, this isn't the last she would see of her knight in a shining pickup.
Tess Emory is busy. She is too busy to be stuck in traffic- there are several suits waiting for her on the other side of that bridge. She has too much at stake to be lusting after the man who helped her recover from the flying disc... even if he is the nephew of her new mall tenant. How does he expect her to be stress-free when he keeps showing up, looking good enough to eat?
Tess and Dan have a lot to work out, but neither can deny the attraction they feel for each other. A matchmaking aunt may have something to say when these two can't seem to see eye to eye. If you are looking for a fun and sexy read, this is the book for you!
Romantic love story
This is a make-me-sigh romance and a fast read. I finished it in one afternoon. Cute characters, fun story-line (a man running a woman's lingerie shop? LOL) and I could really relate to both characters. They're both burned out, stressed "normal" people like the rest of us who don't have time to eat, let alone date someone and fall in love. I also love stories with meddling old women who like to play matchmaker. Dan is coerced into running his aunt's lingerie store, Tess manages the failing mall, and they've both pretty much given up on having any kind of personal life. Sounds like real life, doesn't it? I really enjoyed this story and loved the feeling that things really can work out, people can change their life, and true love can find anyone, even if they're not looking for it. Overall fantastic and easy read. Cute book.
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