The exception is summer, when all reason flees. If I'm on vacation, at a festival, a birthday party, or some other function where ice cream is involved in any way, I definitely indulge. Everyone knows such calories don't count. Please don't try to disillusion me, because it won't work. (g)
I admit to also prefer Sweets when it comes to romances. I'm the kind of reader who'd like to leave what happens in the bedroom up to my own imagination, instead of having it spelled out to me in minute detail. For those who enjoy hot and steamy, that's your prerogative.
I know there are others out there with the same tastes as mine, judging from the great response I've received for my blog, Sweet Not Spicy where I showcase sweet fiction and its authors.
Because I prefer reading Sweet Romances, that's what I also like to write. I'm glad to say my sweet romantic comedy, Girl of My Dreams,about the madcap adventures of an assistant who enters a reality show, is still selling well on Amazon.
In the works is another Sweet Romance, which I hope to make available this summer.
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Excerpt from Chapter 2 -
Jillian gulped in dismay. The nightmare was escalating. A trip to Hawaii would be thrilling, except for one catch. Once she got there, she, who’d only worn modest one-piece bathing suits, would need to strip down to a baring bikini, and not only that, play volleyball in front of cameras, which would zoom in on every jiggling movement. She felt like gagging.
She wanted out, but was trapped. She’d signed the contract, was all too familiar with its contents and could recite the relevant portions by heart.
The one pertaining to her situation read something like, “It is understood between the parties that any contestant chosen by the billionaire to proceed to the following round must do so or suffer $5,000.00 in penalties.”
That amount would throw her straight into the poorhouse. She couldn’t back out now. She hadn’t recovered emotionally or financially from her mother’s illness and death. Going forward and ignoring her cringing sensitivities would be the smartest move.
The lights dimmed. Excited, chattering contestants exited the stage. Jillian blindly made her way past them, twice almost tripping over the cables.
This had gone far enough. She had to get eliminated in the next round and make the charade end. Then she’d go about the business of finding a new job and forgetting Blake Caldwell had ever existed.
Is that what you really want? Her inner voice asked. Though nothing had ever come of it, she’d lived for the day he’d see her as more than his assistant.
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