Sara Fawkes has always loved spinning tales. One who's been writing since she was a little girl (and has the home made books from preschool to prove it), she loves creating stories and characters and interesting messes for them to get into. And for the handsome guy to always get the girl in the end. An avid traveler and adventure motorcyclist, her dream job includes selling everything off and leaving civilization to see the world on two wheels, writing in cafes in each country she visits, and living off her writing. In the meantime however, she lives in California with her menagerie of pets and, when not writing, loves to rebuild old motorcycles/cars and practice her fiddle.
“You knew nothing of the theme for this week?” That deep voice was difficult to ignore, but too many things clamored within Kate’s head to
give those words the attention they demanded. Had this been the plan all along? Ted had been the
one who’d wanted to come here; surely he’d known of a theme. Then why hadn’t he brought it up
when they made their plans? More importantly, why had he never mentioned it leading up to their trip. Was it meant as a surprise? A joke? Had he ever really intended to go with her in the first place? “Ms. Swansea.” The deep voice cut through Kate's thoughts, dragging her back to the present. A strong hand
on her shoulder pulled her gently around until she was facing the same man who had helped her.
Tilting her head back, a slightly hysterical part of her brain marveled at how tall he stood above her.
His dark features were pulled together into a frown that might have made her nervous except, at that
moment, her brain was too jumbled to allow any emotion. He reached out and put a finger beneath her chin and gave her a level stare. “Were you not
made aware of the theme for this week?” “My fiancé,” she started, and then paused as a pang went through her chest. “Ex-fiancé,” she
amended before continuing. “He made the reservations but never said anything about…” Regret laced the large man’s eyes, and an echoing emotion reverberated through Kate. It was
absurd, but she didn’t want to disappoint the man before her. Raising herself to her full height, which
still wasn’t enough to get her past the Greek man’s shoulder, she said, “I’d like to stay.” Under that scrutinizing gaze, it was difficult not to tack on an extra “please”, but she
managed to keep her mouth shut. Meeting and holding his eyes was even more difficult; a huge part
of her being wanted to defer to him, let him decide what to do with the situation. Which was absurd -
she didn’t know him enough to trust him. Indeed, he’d yet to even tell her his name. Anyway, giving up control wasn’t at all her style. Running her PR business, small though it
was, kept her on top of everything and didn’t give her any chance to relax. Planning the wedding had
been similar; she’d thrown herself into the fray as fully as she did her career, with Ted’s full support
of her making all the decisions. If she was honest with herself, she’d resented his unwillingness to
help with the details (barring the honeymoon plans), but confrontation had never been his style. Nor
was it hers, but she wished she’d been more adamant about getting his input. Perhaps if she’d thrown her attention into their relationship instead of the wedding, his
surprise text message might have been easier to bear. Alexander peered down at her, cocking his head to the side. “You must understand,” he said
slowly, lowering his voice, “I need to keep the safety of my other guests in mind. Not all who come
to these places wish to have their presence here known to the world.” “I’ll be the soul of discretion,” Kate promised, understanding what he meant. “Attendance of the orientation this afternoon will be mandatory for you. Also, if you have
any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask me or any of the staff.” She nodded emphatically, and was rewarded by an approving crinkle of his eyes. “Then
welcome to the Mancusi Resort, Ms. Swansea.” “What’s your name?” The words were out of Kate’s mouth before she thought about how
uncouth they sounded. “I mean,” she amended, “I’d really like to know who exactly helped me.” The words sounded flat to her ears, but the large man turned and gave her his full attention.
“I am Alexander Stavros, the manager of this hotel and the one in charge of monitoring this week’s
activities.” “Oh.” Kate’s face flamed as she realized he very likely came from a fetish background
himself, and may have been offended by her initial reaction. “Look, I’m sorry if…” “No need for apologies, Ms. Swansea.” He reached for her hand and lifted it to his lips like
before, and once again that burst of heat inside her belly made Kate swallow. “It appears your
journey to our resort has followed a very crooked path indeed. Now allow me to escort you to your
Cathryn Fox is a multi published author in the romance genre. Cathryn is a wife, mom, sister, daughter, and friend. She loves dogs, sunny weather, anything chocolate (she never says no to a brownie) pizza and watermelon. She has two teenagers who keep her busy with their never ending activities, and a husband who is convinced he can turn her into a mixed martial arts fan. Cathryn can never find balance in her life, is always trying to find time to go to the gym, can never keep up with emails, Facebook or Twitter and tries to write page-turning books that her readers will love.
who lives in the shadows of the great Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada. She’s
older than she looks—really—and younger than she feels—most of the time—and she
loves to explore the journeys that take women through life in her stories. Hawkeye’s
stories include erotic historical, steamy paranormal, and hot contemporary.
Make sure to check out her work as Lauren Jameson, where her erotic romances
take a walk on the wild side.