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Your Desire by @DeeSKnight is a Spring Break Bookapalooza pick #eroticromance #pnr #giveaway

Title: Your Desire

Author: Dee S. Knight

Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance

Book Blurb:

Your Desire. A mysterious shop appears in town for one reason: to bring the spice of passion and the thrill of love to one special person. Magic is in more than the item purchased—it’s in the heart of the buyer, often hidden, usually surprising. And after enchantment takes hold ad the fantasy is fulfilled? The store fades from sight and memory, only to reappear somewhere else. Maybe in your town…?


Alone at the table with Sandra, Derica turned to her. Raising her voice she said, “This is an interesting place.” It was an inane comment, but considering how difficult it was to talk over the music, she felt it was the best she could do.

Sandra shrugged then tapped her manicured nails on the table and stared at the dancers. The cut of her gold satin blouse showed the curve of her breasts. Her curled lip and attitude of total disdain added to her allure, and for the first time, Derica understood the term “sex pot.”

“Have you been friends with Nick and Kailen for long?”

Sandra turned her black gaze on Derica and smiled, but without humor. “Years. I was one of Kailen’s first models.” She waited.

Was she waiting to find out how Derica would respond? Derica didn’t know what to say, but she could now place the woman. In the paintings she’d thought Kailen was part of, the ones that had made her jealous, this woman was featured. Try as she might, she knew she could never like Sandra, and it had nothing to do with the way she was acting there at the club.

Sandra studied her. “You know what kind of paintings he creates, don’t you?”

“Yes, of course I do.” Derica raised her head and faced the woman’s insolent stare squarely.

“Well then, you know how intimately he knows his models. He’s a wonderful artist, but he’s very good at making sure his models get everything they need. Or want.” With a sneer, she turned away again.

Derica blazed with sudden anger. How dare this woman talk about her Kailen like that, as though he belonged to her. He didn’t. And he never would if Derica could only convince him to love her.

Before she could formulate a reply that suited her mood, the men returned. Kailen slid into the chair beside her after depositing their drinks on the table. He put his arm across her shoulders and pulled her close. She took a deep breath. He wore no cologne, but the light scent of soap and the ever-present hint of paint filled her nostrils. This was Kailen. Her Kailen.

Her man.

Immediately she calmed. Sliding closer to him, she shot a glance to her side and took some pleasure in the stare of enmity Sandra aimed at her. Take that, you bitch.

“What do you think?” His voice was pitched to be heard by her alone.

“Loud.” In fact, the bass seemed to vibrate through her in a not unpleasant way. Like jungle drums, the rich beat inspired an answering throb deep in her belly. That throb called for Kailen.

She took a gulp of wine, knowing the combination of alcohol, hot rhythm and Kailen could be explosive, but wanting to take the chance. His earlier response showed he didn’t love her, but she could make him want her. That much she’d proven in the past two weeks. She’d take what she could get.

“Let’s dance, Kailen.” The voice came from her right.

Startled at the intrusion, she turned to find Sandra standing with an outstretched hand to Kailen. Nick stared into his drink, his mouth pulled into a thin line. Kailen’s arm tightened around her shoulders.

“No thanks, Sandra.” Holding up his drink he said, “Cheers.” He clinked his glass against Derica’s glass and met his brother’s eyes as they tapped glasses. Sandra sat, but stared toward the dance floor.

Kailen took a sip then stood, pulling Derica from her seat. “Come on, let’s see what you can do out there, Lady Executive.”

She strolled to the edge of the floor ahead of him, making sure her hips swayed with each step. Lights swooped across the floor, making the unlit spots seem even darker than they were. It took a moment to focus and she turned to him for guidance. With a surety of step, he led her to a bare spot.

A swath of light sliced across his face and the hunger in his eyes cut through her. Raising her arms over her head, she let the fast beat of the music take control. With a life of their own, her hips gyrated in time to the rhythm. The sudden darkness provided a pocket of privacy even on the crowded floor, and she felt his hands on her hips, pulling her closer, matching her twists and rolls with his own hips. His erection rubbed against her, enticing her, tempting her, even through her clothes. She wanted him like she’d never wanted anything in her life. She groaned into his mouth, knowing he couldn’t hear it over the music, but hoping he could feel it.

Suddenly, the music stopped. All lights on the dance floor went out. Seconds later, a slow number began. Without the moving strobes criss-crossing the room, it was surprising how lighting from the table area illuminated the dance floor. When he raised his head, Derica saw Kailen’s hooded eyes had darkened. He wrapped his hands over her butt and pulled her closer, until she almost forgot where they were.

Like a well-choreographed dance, they swayed together, her hips grinding his, her nipples scraping his chest.

“God, I want you,” he said into her ear. “Have you ever made love in a public place?”

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If money were no object and there wasn’t a pandemic circling the world, where would you go for a Spring Break vacation and why?

Hubby and I traveled extensively when we were over-the-road truckers for eight years, so I’ve seen a good bit of the U.S. There are a few places I’d like to go back and spring vacation seems like the perfect time. New England is wonderful, so maybe another trip through the New England states would be just the thing to forget about winter. Vermont and New Hampshire are gorgeous no matter the season and Connecticut holds lots of charm, especially along the waterfront. Rhode Island is the first place I ever ate lobster and I love its comfortable feel. There’s no pretension in Rhode Island! Massachusetts has something for everyone, but if you love history as I do, it’s a treasure trove. Maine is one of those places that’s so mysterious, mainly (no pun intended) because it’s off the beaten path. I’ve been there but I haven’t explored it as much as I’d like. The islands—Martha’s Vineyard and Nantucket—are brand new to me, and I’d like to see if they live up to their reputations. And the great thing is? I would be able to do much of this exploring during spring vacation because the states are pretty small and close. What fun!

What’s your favorite thing about Spring and why?

Every day brings a new adventure—a new plant breaks through the soil as it warms, young animals venture forth across the yard to see their new world, and like a painting the artist works on a bit more every day, colors pop out and gradually fill the canvas. I love spring!


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Author Biography:

A few years ago, Dee S. Knight began writing, making getting up in the morning fun. During the day, her characters killed people, fell in love, became drunk with power, or sober with responsibility. And they had sex, lots of sex.

After a while, Dee split her personality into thirds. She writes as Anne Krist for sweeter romances, and Jenna Stewart for ménage and shifter stories. All three of her personas are found on the Nomad Authors website ( Fortunately, Dee’s high school sweetheart is the love of her life and husband to all three ladies! Once a month, look for Dee’s Charity Sunday blog posts, where your comment can support a selected charity.

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Thank you, Dee, for sharing your book in our Spring Break Bookapalooza!

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