Welcome aboard the Aphrodite, Fantasy Cruise Line's adults-only adventure in the Caribbean-where anything you desire can be yours for a price
It was supposed to be Lola Wright's dream trip-a "safe" erotic cruise with her fiance culminating in a sweet marriage at sea. Now it s a nightmare. Not only has her jerk fiance jilted her at the last minute, he's also wiped her out, leaving her with no way to pay the charges he's run up on board. Unless-
The ship's hotter-than-hot Greek captain, Captain Skandalis, has a unique solution. Lola can work off her debt by giving herself to him in service for the duration of the trip. She will relinquish all control, shedding every inhibition as he presents her with fantasy after sensual fantasy. Losing herself to forbidden desire wasn't in Lola's carefully drawn-up game plan, but once she discovers how sweet it can be to have a man sail her beyond all boundaries of pleasure, there's no turning back...
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October 31, 2006
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Excerpt from All Night Long by Melissa MacNeal
Welcome aboard the S.S. Aphrodite for Fantasy Cruise Line's adults--only adventure in the Caribbean! I am your captain, Skorpio Skandalis, and-- '
"Yeah, you say "skahn-DAH-lees' and I say scandalous," Lola teased the TV in her stateroom. "Captain Scandalous. That would be you, Big Boy. '
"--I am committed to satisfying your wildest desires and making your fondest fantasies come true!"the Greek seaman crooned.
His accent flowed like olive oil, slick and smooth and musky. And when he flashed his white smile at her, Lola could only stare, her brushful of Very Cherry nail polish poised above her hand.
God, but he was a fox! Bronze complexion. Raven hair gone silver at the temples. A five-o'clock shadow that suggested rough-cut masculinity--and sometimes she liked to play rough! And with those smile lines radiating from his snapping black eyes, he became Mr. Greek God of Sensuality. Mr. Caribbean Heat. Mr. Peel-Down-My-Panties-and--
Lola snickered. She wasn't wearing any.
How many times had she watched this closed-circuit cruise orientation these past two days, letting Captain Scandalous seduce her with his accent and come-on smile His was the first voice she'd heard as she entered this room Sunday afternoon, and she'd watched him a few times yesterday while they were sailing to Aruba, too.
When she was alone, of course. Fletch wouldn't get it.
Could a girl ever get too much of a man in uniform Bravado and balls, all decked out in those crisply pressed whites. The reruns of The Love Boat--and Fantasy Island!--had become her reality on this little getaway, and she was by God going to soak up every bit of ambiance and sizzling sexuality the Captain was promising her in his welcome address! At least until Dennis came back to dress for dinner.
Or not, if he caught her here, naked this way.
Fresh from her afternoon shower, sitting cross-legged on the queen-size bed, Lola Wright was in a fine, feisty mood: tonight was the Captain's Gala Reception, where dressed-up guests would meet the crew, standing so virile and fit in their white uniforms. She'd get to shake this Greek tycoon's hand--
"Or whatever else I might grab," she whispered with a grin.
The idea of sneaking a feel--right there in the reception line, while the others watched--dared her to do it! Hadn't he just promised to make her fondest fantasies come true She'd slip down the zip of those trim white trousers . . . let her fingers find the band of his bikinis, and the warm, coarse hair bristling just above his--
Lola gasped. A cold blob of nail polish had plopped on her nipple, and if she breathed--or if that nipple jutted out any farther--there'd be a crimson stain on the ivory comforter. She'd have to explain to Enriqu ' , the room steward, and tip him big-time to make up for such a mess!
So, with a quick swish of the brush, Lola coated her nipple with the nail polish. The contrast of that brazen red shine against her baby-pink skin kicked something wayward into gear, and she painted the whole puckery circle around it. Didn't want to look off-balance, so she colored the other nipple, too.