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“I’ve started having dreams about you,” Tawny admitted. “About us.”
“What kind of dreams?” Simon watched the candlelight flicker over her features.
“Sexual dreams. Explicit sexual dreams,” she said, shifting restlessly on the sofa.
Heat surged through him, and Simon fought to keep his voice neutral. “They’re just dreams, Tawny. Why would you let a few dreams interfere with a real relationship between you and your fiancé?”
“Because I’m having them every night. It’s gotten to the point that being asleep is the best part of my day. And I’ve been feeling guilty as hell, because the sex I have in my dreams is so much better than what Elliott and I have in reality.”
Her words seduced him, fired along his nerve endings, tightened his body as if she’d actually trailed her hands over him.
Tawny slowly moved closer to him. “Do you know the first thing that came to mind when I heard you were coming over this evening?” The touch of her fingers on his arm nearly burned him. “I thought maybe we could exorcise those dreams.” She drew in a deep breath. “Because as it stands now, Simon, I’m afraid you’ve ruined me for any other man.”
Dear Reader,
The idea for this story came from the movie Love Actually–in the subplot of which one character is in love with his best friend’s woman. Of course, be it the blessing or bane of a writer, while I loved the premise, I was driven to put my own spin on it. I was burning to write this story, especially since the characters had already taken up residence in my head. So I was thrilled when my editor approved the idea.
Things got very interesting when we slotted it for the 24-HOURS: BLACKOUT series. Hmmm. Take one besotted best friend (Simon), one unfaithful fiancé (Elliott) and one woman at the center of it all (Tawny), set the entire book within a twenty-four-hour time frame and plunge New York into a blackout, trapping the hero and heroine in her apartment. Together. In the dark. On a hot summer night. To say it was a challenging story to write is an understatement, but it was also great fun.
I hope you enjoy Simon and Tawny’s journey to discovering their own happy ending, one that gets better after midnight. I’d love to hear about your blackout story. Drop by and visit me at www.jenniferlabrecque.com, or snail mail me at P.O. Box 298, Hiram, GA 30141.
Enjoy the heat….
Jennifer LaBrecque
Daring in the Dark
Jennifer LaBrecque
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To Rita Herron, Susan Kimoto and Rhonda Nelson for all the times ya’ll have talked me off the ledge and through the story.
Acknowledgment:
Thanks to John Wehr and his photojournaling of the 2003 NYC blackout at www.johnwehr.com/blackout.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Epilogue
1
HER HEAD DROPPED TO HIS shoulder, but still she watched the mirror. She knew not to look away. Every time she stopped looking, he stopped touching…and his touch drove her crazy. And yes, watching in the mirror made it so much more intense, so much hotter. His fathomless eyes met hers in the reflection. Her, on his lap, her back against his chest, her legs spread. He reached between her thighs and his long fingers parted her, opening her to his touch and his pleasure. His fingers were dark against her bare, pink flesh, sliding into her yawning, hungry portal…oh, yes…felt so good…please don’t stop…watching…wanting…oh, almost there….
The shrill ring of the bedside phone shattered the moment, pulling her out of the dream. Her body tight, her thighs wet, Tawny groped for the phone. “Hello.”
“Were you napping?” Elliott said, his normally cheery voice sounding just a bit forced. Of course, she could just be transferring the tension that lingered from being poised on the brink of orgasm in her dream. Or it could be Elliott criticizing her, which seemed to happen more and more frequently. It was almost like spending time with her parents.
“Hmm.” As an event planner for a group of Midtown attorneys, her hours weren’t nine to five, Monday through Friday. “Last night was the cocktail party for that German client, remember? Then the partners had a lovely working breakfast at six-thirty this morning. Just what I wanted to do, crawl out of bed at four-thirty on a Saturday. Anyway, there’s no sin in an afternoon nap.” Intense sexual arousal and guilt lent her voice a husky note. “Did you work very late last night?” Elliott invested incredible hours in his art gallery, but it was paying off with a growing reputation and clientele.
“Late enough.” He sounded uncharacteristically terse.
Maybe it really was just her. She was wound so tight and ached so badly she wanted to cry. Or come. She should laugh, confess to her husband-to-be that she’d just been having the most awesome dream sex and that she still desperately needed to come and ask him to help her out.
Once upon a time she would’ve thought laid-back, easygoing Elliott would get off on a round of afternoon phone sex and talking her into an orgasm. But she wasn’t so sure anymore. Lately he’d been neither laid-back nor easygoing. And what if somewhere along the way she revealed he wasn’t the man spreading her thighs and leading her to ecstasy in her dreams? And what if the man she’d agreed to marry “till death they did part” couldn’t pick up where the dream left off and get her to that magical place?
He continued and the opportunity was gone. “I thought I’d come over after the gallery closes this evening.”
“That’s fine as long as you bring dinner and we stay in.” If he called this late in the day, she sure wasn’t cooking. Elliott was more into clubbing and being seen than she was. A quiet night at home suited her.
“Staying in works. I wanted to talk to you.”
Tawny propped up on her pillow. She and Elliott talked often, but when someone announced they wanted to talk… “What?”
“It’s too complicated to go into over the phone.”
“That’s