Ramblings From This Chick: Feature and Giveaway: Tell Me a Fantasy by Tamara Lush

Monday, January 23, 2017

Feature and Giveaway: Tell Me a Fantasy by Tamara Lush

Samantha Citrouille’s anxiety won’t stop her from attending London Fashion Week and collecting a lifetime industry award. After all, when iconic designer Karl Lagerfield requests your presence at an exclusive party, you have to jump on a plane. Even if you’re deathly afraid of flying.

While white-knuckling it on the turbulent flight from Florida, Samantha's seated in business class next to a handsome stranger named Colin. His low, smooth voice helps calm her nerves. But her panic reaches its peak when the plane is forced to land in Iceland due to mechanical failure. Distraught, she's horrified to discover that all hotels are booked due to a summer solstice festival. As the world’s top designer of tropical resort clothing, Samantha _ known as Sam C. to her legions of fans _ is used to luxury at her Palm Beach estate, not sleeping on airport benches with only a pashmina wrap for a blanket.

Her impossibly sexy seat-mate Colin kindly offers to share his accommodations, because a business contact owns a sleek pied-à-terre in Reykjavik. Samantha, emotionally wrung out, agrees for what she thinks is one quick night.

A freak volcano eruption forces Samantha and Colin to stay in the Icelandic capitol for a long weekend, and the two have nothing better to do than share cocktails, bare their past sins in conversation, and indulge in each other under the midnight sun.

But things become complicated after their idyllic fantasy weekend together. Colin, a self-described modern-day rake, is sure he’s finally found the woman of his dreams. But Samantha, who has her own fears and ghosts of the past, isn’t so certain. She'd rather fly around the world, twice, than have her heart broken again.

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“And did you just call me arrogant, Samantha?”

I smirked and looked at a few more tank tops in the drawer. “I did call you arrogant. Because it’s true. I get the distinct impression that you think my business is frivolous. Especially compared to yours.”

Colin unzipped his sleek, black suitcase, which reminded me of my own lost luggage.

“I think fashion is frivolous. I don’t think your business is frivolous. Big difference.”

With a mirthful grin, he walked toward me. My heartbeat rose as he came closer. He held a change of clothes in his hand, and I reached to flip the waistband of the pants in his hand so I could look at the tag. As I suspected. Designer loungewear.

“Then perhaps you know nothing about fashion. But by the looks of your suit and these $200 track pants made out of a cashmere and virgin fleece-wool blend, you do have excellent taste.”

“They’re not track pants. They’re sweatpants. Manly sweatpants.”

I rolled my eyes dramatically. “Call them what you want. I know all about the loungewear line because the designer’s a friend. And I had the women’s version in white. In my stupid, lost suitcase that’s on another continent.”

Colin studied my face with an amused smile, and I felt a flood of heat, starting in my face, traveling down my neck, across my chest and into points below.

“Well, at least we can agree on one thing.” He tossed the pants on the bed.

“What’s that?”

We stood at the foot of the bed and stared at each other, the current between us crackling and popping.

“My excellent taste.”

“You’re a bit insufferable, you know that?” I took a tiny step to the side, closer to the bed.

“I’ve heard that before.” He stepped forward a few inches, and the cocksure smile on his face remained.

I didn’t move, because I didn’t want to. “I’m sure you have.” I was certain he’d heard many platitudes and promises and problems from a lot of women. I wondered who’d picked out his clothes. The way he’d said the word taste reverberated in my mind and made my entire body feel flush.

“So let’s get back to that evening entertainment idea. I’d love to hear your thoughts on that,” he murmured. His eyes scanned my face and landed on my mouth.

During the day, Tamara Lush writes news as a journalist with The Associated Press. At night, she writes fictional romance tales about complicated, sexy men and the women who love them.

Her first full-length novel, HOT SHADE, was published in September 2015 with Boroughs Publishing Group. INTO THE HEAT is her second full-length novel and it’s also with Boroughs.

TELL ME A STORY is Tamara’s first novella. It’s the first episode of The Story Series, a five-novella serial about a bookstore owner who reads erotica to a billionaire during a literary event in Florida.

When Tamara isn’t reporting, writing or reading, she’s doing yoga, cooking for her Italian husband or chasing her dogs on a beach on Florida's Gulf Coast. She loves connecting with people on social media.