Please tell us
about you: job, hobbies, special talents, and anything else you would want to
share.
VICTORIA: Hello, thank you for having us today. I’m the
founder and co-owner of Fantasy Mountain, an adult resort. I’ve been told I
have a talent for getting clients to express their secret longings, and thus a
knack for details. Though the business does keep me busy, I enjoy swimming and
horseback riding when time permits.
BRETT: I’m the
other owner of Fantasy Mountain, heading up the legal and personnel ends of the
business. My chief hobby is wringing my hands when Vic rides that bloody moody
oversized Palomino off through the wilds around our home.
Where did you
grow up?
VICTORIA: Utah.
BRETT: London
Tell us about
the first time you met.
BRETT: Vic was in the beginning construction phases of
Fantasy Mountain. She needed some legal documents drawn up, and asked our
mutual friend—my business partner at the time—to do it. He refused to charge
her, so she wouldn’t allow him to do the work, and asked for a referral. He
sent her to me.
VICTORIA: Yes, but then Mr. Sexypants lawyer here wouldn’t
hand over said documents until I went to dinner with him…
What drew you to
each other?
VICTORIA: That
first night? Pretty much animal attraction. (laughs) I’d just come out of a
dark place and was feeling very alive again.
BRETT: When I met
Vic that first day, I found her wholly different from the photos I’d seen of
her. She was devastatingly beautiful, and yet…beautifully devastated by life. I
wanted—no, needed—to get through the shell she’d built around herself.
What is your
favorite part of (her/him/each other)?
VICTORIA: He’s so
committed to our happiness, and willing to step over any convention to preserve
it—
BRETT: She means
she loves my enormous c--
VICTORIA: Stop!
BRETT: Capacity for
love. I’d only intended to say…
VICTORIA: (chews
lower lip and blushes profusely)
BRETT: (grins) Next
question, please? I imagine Vic wouldn’t appreciate me naming all the bits of
her ladyparts I admire.
Favorite
childhood memory.
VICTORIA: Seeing my
mom and dad together, and truly in love.
BRETT: My mum had a
tough go of it as a single parent, and seldom had the funds to buy nice things
for herself. When I was nine, I talked a flower shop owner into letting me take
out her daily rubbish, in exchange for a weekly bouquet I could give to Mum.
She used to dry all the posies, had them hanging all round her room for years.
VICTORIA: You never
told me that! That’s so sweet.
Favorite
vacation spot.
VICTORIA:
Currently, our executive suite on our soon-to-be-launched luxury cruise ship,
the FMS Aphrodite. Brett designed it to be a nice getaway for us, with all the
trappings.
BRETT: Nice plug,
love. It is a rather posh escape, isn’t it?
Favorite eye
color?
VICTORIA: Blue.
BRETT: Green
Care to share
future plans?
VICTORIA: After the
cruise ship launches, we might be opening an island resort—
BRETT: I think the
narrator meant personally, love. We’ve been recreationally working on the “baby
makes three” scenario. That is, when we’ve a spare moment or two. Life is quite
hectic right now, with the ship on the coast and the mountain in Wyoming both
requiring our attention.
Thanks for having
me and my characters.
Piper Denna
Romance is sexy!
Twitter: @piperdenna
Facebook fan page: Piper Denna
Fantasy Mountain trailer (PG-13, probably not for
viewing at work): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abYhMUK4p58
Fantasy Mountain by Piper Denna
Blurb:
She arranges fantasy fulfillment for a living. Now it’s her turn.
Victoria has built a world-renowned business at Fantasy Mountain, the resort where no want is too wacky, no urge too unusual, no passion too peculiar. Her ability to create any sexual scenario has granted her everything she could want: power, money, independence. The one thing
that remains out of her reach is the man she knows she’ll never have...and he happens to work just down the hall from her.
Brett has all but given up hope of breaching the wall around Victoria’s heart. In fact, he’s engaged to be married back in London in only two months. But he knows Victoria has desires; he’s seen them firsthand.
When a night of passion rekindles old feelings, can he finally fulfill the ultimate fantasy of the woman who’s made it her mission to satisfy everyone’s desires but her own? After all, whatever the erotic dream, it can come true at Fantasy Mountain.
Content Warning: Wild romps, no-holds-barred lust, and deep, meaningful lovemaking.
A love story first, sparing no steamy details. Contains glimpses into very kinky fantasies.
She arranges fantasy fulfillment for a living. Now it’s her turn.
Victoria has built a world-renowned business at Fantasy Mountain, the resort where no want is too wacky, no urge too unusual, no passion too peculiar. Her ability to create any sexual scenario has granted her everything she could want: power, money, independence. The one thing
that remains out of her reach is the man she knows she’ll never have...and he happens to work just down the hall from her.
Brett has all but given up hope of breaching the wall around Victoria’s heart. In fact, he’s engaged to be married back in London in only two months. But he knows Victoria has desires; he’s seen them firsthand.
When a night of passion rekindles old feelings, can he finally fulfill the ultimate fantasy of the woman who’s made it her mission to satisfy everyone’s desires but her own? After all, whatever the erotic dream, it can come true at Fantasy Mountain.
Content Warning: Wild romps, no-holds-barred lust, and deep, meaningful lovemaking.
A love story first, sparing no steamy details. Contains glimpses into very kinky fantasies.
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Excerpt:
He cradled Vic’s face in his hands, tracing dark circles under her eyes with his thumbs. “If you weren’t out drinking and cavorting with rakes all night, you’d not be so tired, miss,” he teased softly.
She swallowed hard and looked at the floor. “I was in by ten.” Was she hiding something? “I just didn’t…rest well.”
Of course. The damn dreams. She never rested when she went to California, and here he’d been begrudging her the best diversion she had from those nightmares.
“Ah, Vic. I’m sorry.” Her eyes teared up, right before she narrowed them on him. She’d be pissed off now because he felt sorry for her. Already her cheeks were turning that angry pink he so enjoyed. The green eyes squinted smaller, and her jaws tightened under the heels of his hands. Glorious angry, she was. He couldn’t help smiling again, which would only serve to further infuriate her.
She took in a great breath. He knew she intended to spew it back out on him in a flurry of irate words, but he stole it from her first. He kissed her, as he seemed to do more often than he cared to acknowledge, and stalled the angry reply.
Even as his lips brushed against her soft ones, he thought of her kissing another, and his pulse beat faster. The sweet gesture to show her he would sympathize with her whether she liked it or not became a fierce need to make her want him. Instead of a tender, closed-mouth kiss, he forced her lips apart and probed with his tongue. He longed to taste and feel her desire, her need for him and him alone. To have her love him.
He got the desire, at least. She slipped her smooth arms round his neck and matched him move for move. He’d known she would. It was constantly there with them, this physical need. Though she strove to suppress it in the name of business ethics, he could sense it always, carefully hidden. And damn if it didn’t drive him mad to know she wanted him but didn’t love him. Besides, she had more self-control than he did. As usual, she found her senses first and pulled away from him.
“Andrea,” was her breathless one-word way of halting him. It worked famously.
He cradled Vic’s face in his hands, tracing dark circles under her eyes with his thumbs. “If you weren’t out drinking and cavorting with rakes all night, you’d not be so tired, miss,” he teased softly.
She swallowed hard and looked at the floor. “I was in by ten.” Was she hiding something? “I just didn’t…rest well.”
Of course. The damn dreams. She never rested when she went to California, and here he’d been begrudging her the best diversion she had from those nightmares.
“Ah, Vic. I’m sorry.” Her eyes teared up, right before she narrowed them on him. She’d be pissed off now because he felt sorry for her. Already her cheeks were turning that angry pink he so enjoyed. The green eyes squinted smaller, and her jaws tightened under the heels of his hands. Glorious angry, she was. He couldn’t help smiling again, which would only serve to further infuriate her.
She took in a great breath. He knew she intended to spew it back out on him in a flurry of irate words, but he stole it from her first. He kissed her, as he seemed to do more often than he cared to acknowledge, and stalled the angry reply.
Even as his lips brushed against her soft ones, he thought of her kissing another, and his pulse beat faster. The sweet gesture to show her he would sympathize with her whether she liked it or not became a fierce need to make her want him. Instead of a tender, closed-mouth kiss, he forced her lips apart and probed with his tongue. He longed to taste and feel her desire, her need for him and him alone. To have her love him.
He got the desire, at least. She slipped her smooth arms round his neck and matched him move for move. He’d known she would. It was constantly there with them, this physical need. Though she strove to suppress it in the name of business ethics, he could sense it always, carefully hidden. And damn if it didn’t drive him mad to know she wanted him but didn’t love him. Besides, she had more self-control than he did. As usual, she found her senses first and pulled away from him.
“Andrea,” was her breathless one-word way of halting him. It worked famously.
About the Author:
Romance is sexy. And often funny, and sometimes tangled up with suspense. Let’s face it: all sorts of things get mixed up with romance in real life. Piper Denna’s stories are not cut-and-dried romance. She wants her characters to deal with issues female readers can relate to: independence and trust, empowerment, inhibitions, an unfaithful partner, motherhood. Sometimes her characters make mistakes and often her “bad guys” are not 100% bad. Mostly she wants to take the reader on an emotional journey to a happy ending…with a few enviable sexual encounters along the way.When she’s not writing, she edits, raises two teens along with her husband, and has an evil day job.She enjoys books--or movies--with a comedic twist and hopefully a love story with lots of tension, too.Sexiest parts of a man in Piper’s opinion? The hands and eyes. Shoulders are nice too, and of course, great pecs are never amiss…
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