By Charlotte Boyett-Compo
Silkie Trevor isn't really partial to her new P.I. task. She's now not a prude, yet being ordered to find a anonymous guy with an anchor-shaped birthmark at the such a lot deepest a part of his physique isn't really anything she relatively desires to do. for you to locate her guy, Silkie needs to go back and forth to Mistral Cay, a Caribbean nudist colony catering to wealthy, privileged ladies whose each myth is granted by means of good-looking younger males with chiseled pecs and washboard abs. to discover the guy she's after, she is going to be required to examine the ""packages"" of every of the good-looking gigolos operating on the Cay. Julian St. John is intrigued by way of the most recent arrival to his lush tropical paradise. The honey-blonde good looks with the attention-grabbing eco-friendly eyes is there lower than the guise of doing ""research"" for a long-time patron of Julian's-Dr. Olivia Carstairs, the famous urologist. yet St. John is aware she's there for one more, extra inner most cause. made up our minds to have the petite girl for his personal, he units out to win Silkie's center whereas she's trying to find one specific physique between his well-trained male escorts. it is a scorching, hands-on activity that would make Silkie and Julian sweat! Publisher's notice: This booklet used to be formerly released in other places and has been prolonged and revised for Ellora's Cave.
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He heard her crying, sniffling, and knew she would be carrying a delicate lace handkerchief to wipe her eyes. “Why haven’t you called? I have been so worried. ” Julian interrupted. He held his breath, waiting for her answer. There was a long pause. ” “The lullaby, Mother. ” she said. “I couldn’t carry a tune in a hand basket. ” “I suppose she might have. I don’t recall. ” his mother stated. “She’s been dead ten years or so. There was an accident with a lorry. Very horrible affair as it were. Why on earth would you want to talk to a servant?
He certainly couldn’t be enamored of her on such short acquaintance unless… Unless Steve is his lover, she thought. That notion didn’t set well with her and she slumped in the chair, considering it. There was far too much maleness in Julian St. John to have it spoiled by learning he was gay. Not that she had anything against gays, she thought. One of her best friends in college was gay and they often met for lunch and a gab session when Paul was in town. Pondering her reaction to Julian’s possible sexual orientation, she knew it was a purely female reaction not unlike the Father Whatashame ones of her girlhood.
The helper with the flaming red pubic hair was the twelfth penis to be inspected since she’d started. The young man’s nether head had been as red and angry as the stormy expression in his dark green eyes. His stance made it clear to Silkie that he resented having his genitalia inspected by the constant flexing of his thigh muscles, the annoyed snorts and clucking of his tongue. Silkie had to bite her lower lip to keep from laughing. When she took the last photo—not having found the telltale anchor-shaped birthmark on this young man—she looked up, drawing his eyes to hers.
Passion's Mistral by Charlotte Boyett-Compo