Title: I Want To Know What Love Is - New Release
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"I Want To Know What Love Is" by Eve Summers will hit the Red Rose Publishing shelves on May 27, 2010. Expect the trademark Eve Summers contemporary romance, very naughty yet nice. This one is set in the exotic island of Tahiti, where the food is French, the lovers are dark chocolate French and the kisses are to die for.
STORY BLURB:
Amy doesn't know what it feels like to be in love. Which is pretty sad, when you stop to think about it, and Amy stops to think about it - oh, just about every day. Her fantasies are populated by men who look like movie stars and act like heroes from romance books, while her life is full of men who only think about their careers and who wear stress like a medal for bravery.
Or was, until now. Dan is Amy’s scuba diving buddy and the best-looking bloke in the office. Zorro, their Tahitian diving instructor is every woman’s secret fantasy, the kind you blush about in the darkness of your bedroom and never ever discuss with your girlfriends.
Amy doesn't know what it feels like to be in love. Will she choose the right man?
EXCERPT:
Zorro’s house was filled with Tahitian music and Tahitian festive roast.
“Would you like a lei?” Zorro asked.
Boy, did she ever. But she must have heard wrong. It was that sensual music messing with her head.
“A - a lay?”
“Yep. Here.” Zorro’s grin was both daring and triumphant as he handed her a necklace of chalice-shaped flowers. “Gotcha!”
Amy hid her face in the flowers and inhaled the fragrance of pure heaven.
“Goldilocks?”
She looked up straight at Zorro’s sensuous, full mouth. Double heaven. Without thinking, she leaned into him, her lips grazing his for a crazed split second.
A fever of sudden longing scorched her head, trapped breath in her chest, galloped in her heart. She had to pull away.
Zorro began to dance, right in front of her, barefooted and bare-chested. Every ripple of muscle made Amy’s blood turn to molten lava. She noticed how hard his nipples looked.
Gulp!
He took her hand in his and pulled her into his embrace. Zzzzing! The world stopped.
The rest of the night was a blur. Zorro’s skin pressing against her dress in a slow rhythmic dance. The smell of vanilla and coconut and salt water. The sexual beat of the drums, in, out, in, out, in-out, in-out, in, in, in….
“I love it,” Amy shouted above the music. “Thank you for inviting me.”
Under his hot gaze, she felt her sex appeal grow, like a flower caught on a fast-forward camera, from bud to blossom in three easy seconds.
Instinctively, she reached out and twined thick tresses of her golden hair around Zorro’s neck. 
