As I took my final breath, knuckles poised to knock, the door swung in.
Didier was taller than I’d anticipated. He was more of everything than I’d anticipated. Which is saying a lot, because I’d purposefully built him up in my mind, so grand he could only fail to measure up and hence give me permission to do as I always do and declare myself above the bothersome magnetism of lust.
But Didier did not disappoint. My mouth went dry and I must have looked stoned, standing there with the blank expression I rely on when desperately trying to appear unaffected.
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Guh. Your SSS always leaves me speechless.
ReplyDeleteThat's sweet, Vivien…but I do wonder if it may be at least partly Gandy's fault, this time.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great intro to him, and a complete lesson on how the key to description is how much it reveals about the beholder ... And, yum.
ReplyDeleteFantastic writing, flow, intro...involvement. You had me right in from the beginning. I love it.
ReplyDeleteI have got to get this...logging onto Amazon now... ;-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful portrayal of her thoughts and a very sexy six!
Love the character's voice. Great writing as always.
ReplyDeleteOh yeah. He sounds too yummy!
ReplyDeleteUh...uh...uh...speechless much? Nice six!
ReplyDeleteIs Gandy the only man you'd ever allow to get away with those pants? Or is it pretty much anyone European and beautiful, whereas you require your Americans to be meatheads? Just curious.
ReplyDeleteGreat six. I always liked the last line, the whole idea that she has a habitual stoned expression she uses when she's trying not to react. Oh, Caroly. React, already!
*gulp* love it.
ReplyDeleteYes, l know that expression, l use it too! Great six!
ReplyDeleteI totally love that whole internal monologue about expectations--fantastic writing!
ReplyDeleteLoved this book. Kind of in awe of you now.
ReplyDeleteLove Gandy! Love Didier, too!
ReplyDeleteRuthie—as far as I'm concerned, Gandy can wear one strategically placed yellow dishwashing glove and get away with it. And very likely saddle me with a yellow dishwashing glove fetish.
ReplyDeleteIf he'd walk around my house with his pants like that, I'll have any sort of fetish he wants me to.
ReplyDelete(I did in fact put one of my heroes in yellow dishwashing gloves. But he was wearing them to wash the dishes, not as a fig leaf. My CP didn't find it nearly as fetching as I did, but I left it in there.)
He must have been quite a looker to surpass even her discerning expectations. Great accompanying picture!
ReplyDeleteNow I'm off to check your links -- you had me at Parisian man-whore!
J.C.
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Because I'm greedy, but does your evil twin have any deleted scenes from Curio? I've already read the story, and just wanted more Didier! Oh, how I love Gandy... *sigh*
ReplyDeleteHey, Olivia—no, no deleted scenes, sorry! You'll have to use your imagination. Feel free to cast Gandy, though. Curio was basically just my typed up fantasies about what I'd do with a French version of the man, were his body magically for sale.
ReplyDeleteNicely written, but he doesn't feel real... more like an allegorical figure.
ReplyDeleteOh my... How does a man surpass a woman's built-up anticipation???
ReplyDeleteThis is fabulous. I love Caroly's thought processes. And love even more that Didier blows her mind. :)
ReplyDeleteYummy six!
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