by Carole Remy
Genre: Erotic Romance
Word Count: 62,500
Cover Artist: Olga Ekaterincheva via Shutterstock,
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Cover Designer: Marissa Lepe Preciad
Recipe for Twelve Nights: Two stunning female twins + $120,000 + Two lonely horny men = Sexy Fun!
$120,000 + Expenses: Rich man wants companion for 12 nights. Attractive normal female. Never married. No children. Over 30 years old. No prostitutes. Reply to box 74716.
Angela and Aggie are stunning identical twins, one a call girl and the other a librarian. If only Aggie will do the sweet-and-innocent interview, Angela is sure she can earn the fortune between the sheets. Jimmy is a lonely, horny half-billionaire and Richard is his hard nosed lawyer, and before long, the two friends are convinced they’re in lust with the same maddeningly hot woman!
Stir in a brilliant autistic younger brother, a nerdish doesn't-know-he's-ex-boyfriend, a well-meaning but alcoholic father, and a prostitute with the proverbial heart of gold. Then bring to a boil over a sizzling Twelve Nights!
This rollicking, bawdy coast to coast serving of sex and mayhem will make you laugh out loud even as you moan with delight. Author Carole Remy tickles, fascinates, and arouses in another inventive tale for those who love a hot story filled with unforgettable characters and lots of Sexy Fun!
“Not tonight. How have you and Jimmy gotten into such a mess?” he asked. The change of subject was smooth, his voice no more than mildly curious.
Angela shrugged and took another sip of scotch. At the moment, Jimmy was far from her thoughts.
“He’s crazy about you, you know.”
Angela frowned. Jimmy was crazy about Aggie, not her.
“What?” Richard probed.
“Nothing.” Angela swallowed the rest of the drink. She put down the glass and walked to the window. “Can we go outside?”
“Another scotch will keep me warm.”
Richard took the hint and poured her another drink. He brought the glass and her coat. She shrugged into the jacket then took the scotch. He opened the glass door and led her outside. The view to the mountains was stunning. The office was on the opposite side of the building from the seashore and looked out over the tops of other buildings past a vast expanse of dark forest toward a lighted slope.
“Skiing?” Angela asked. She walked to the railing and Richard followed.
“Grouse Mountain,” he explained.
“It looks like the Rainier R,” Angela commented. The lighted slope was shaped almost exactly like the beer symbol.
“I’ve always thought they should use it in an advertisement,” Richard agreed.
“Do you like me?” Angela turned to face him.
Angela nodded. Their faces were almost touching as they instinctively huddled for warmth in the chill breeze.
“Yes.” The word was almost a caress.
“Even though I’m cold?” Angela reminded him of his earlier comment. Her body edged closer to his.
“You weren’t cold the other night when you blew up,” Richard reminded her. “I’m not very hot-blooded myself. Jimmy is though.”
“You and I; Jimmy and Aggie,” Angela whispered under her breath.
“Nothing,” she smiled. “It’s beautiful out here.”
Angela looked up into Richard’s eyes. She saw a confused attraction. He wanted her. He knew she wanted him. And he was thinking about Jimmy.
“I think I should go,” she said.
“Yes,” he agreed heartily. “You should.”
They went back inside and Angela put her untouched drink on a side table. Richard called for a taxi.
“Thank you.” She held out her hand. Richard took it between both his and held on.
“For the drink and the view,” Angela smiled. “For being nice.”
Richard released her hand and walked in front of her to the elevator. They descended silently.
“Aggie,” Richard began as the elevator doors opened.
Angela touched his lips with one finger.
“Shh,” she whispered and kissed him on the cheek.
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Who is Candid? by Carole Remy
Who Is Candid?
by Carole Remy
Genre: Erotic Romance
Word Count: 70,000
Cover Artist: Catalin Petolea through Shutterstock,
model release signed
Cover Designer: Marissa Lepe Preciado
Lucy, aka Candid, is a naughty girl who takes a sexy fun road trip across America, and tells everybody all about it!
Is love the ultimate virtual reality?
In the spring of 1998, recent graduate Lucy Ralph decides it's time to try something different. On a road trip across America, Lucy reinvents herself as 'Candid,' a naughty girl who has sexy fun with just about everybody she meets, and tells the world all about it!
Her raunchy 'Candid' Internet posts go viral overnight. From an unconventional encounter in the depths of Lewis and Clark Caverns, to sweet sex with a Belgian tourist under the watchful eyes of Abraham Lincoln at Mt. Rushmore, to cataclysmic orgasms on the roller coaster at the Mall of America, with many more adventures in between, she spins a modern day sexual Arabian Nights.
Lucy's being chased by a sweet and sexy inventor named Dick, the National Security Agency, the entertainment media, the paparazzi, and soon the entire nation. Can she extricate herself with the help of Elvis and an alien? Can she find true love?
Will we ever find out - Who Is Candid?
Intro to Excerpt: Lucy stops for a day in Missouri. She meets a friendly soldier, and yes, there really is a painted frog just outside Fort Leonard Wood. Lucy knows exactly what to do with a painted frog on the side of a hill.
I recognized the location as soon as he slowed down. He pulled over to the side of the road and parked near where my truck had slid into the ditch.
"Where we met," I commented. I wanted to kiss him but held back.
"Let's climb up to the frog," he suggested.
We got out of the truck and held hands as we walked up the slope. We sat on the back of the frog, almost hidden from the view of the road. He slid his arms around me and pulled me back against his chest.
"Is this a favorite spot?" I asked.
"It is now."
"You've never been here before?"
"You inspire me."
"Can we make love here?"
"Here?" He sounded surprised. "By the road?"
"If we lie down on the back of the frog, nobody can see us."
"What about the truck? Somebody might stop."
"Move it down the road a few hundred yards. Put a note on the windshield that you've gone for gas."
"You're smart." He shook his head. "Do you do this often?"
I shook my head. "You inspire me."
By the time he came back from moving the truck, I was naked. Luckily the night was warm. I spread the sweats across the rock and lay back against them. As he walked toward me, his steps slowed. He knelt down beside me.
"Pinch me," he requested.
"Why?" I asked as I pinched his cheek.
"I'm not dreaming," he smiled.
Then he lowered his head and kissed me. His lips were soft and full. I traced the line of his cheek with my finger. His tongue brushed me and I opened my mouth to him. He cupped my face in his hands and deepened the kiss slowly, gently. When he pulled back, I smiled a relaxed, sleepy grin.
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About the Author
Carole Remy lives in Mexico with her beloved dog Gemma. When she isn’t writing and touring her novels, you can find her rescuing dogs, learning wood sculpture, and salsa dancing!
Author Guest Post
Thank you so much, Krystal, for including my novels Twelve Nights and Who Is Candid? in your Enchanting Reads! Your blog is a lot of fun, and I enjoy visiting when I’m looking for a new book. It’s great to find my novels in such good company!
Did Who Is Candid? Actually Happen???
In a sense, Who Is Candid? is as much a true story as it is a novel. My daughter and I wanted to take a long road trip together, and we brought along our little dog Joey. Yes, he was a blanket humper just like Trigger in the novel. We bought a trailer, hitched it to my pickup truck, and took off, much like Lucy does in the opening scenes of the novel.
It had occurred to me that I could write off some of the costs of the trip on my income tax if I did research as we went and then wrote a novel based on the research. Yup—thrifty and a little sneaky (but legal!), that’s me!
Since I was traveling with my daughter, and I’m not really Lucy, I only imagined the sex scenes as they appear in the novel. My libido got a sexy workout, as I tried to imagine a screaming hot chapter for each locale. We really did visit Lewis and Clark Caverns, the Mall of America, the frog at Fort Leonard Wood, and every other stop in the novel. And yes, the thought of having sex under the watchful eyes of President Lincoln at Mt. Rushmore freaked me out, just as it does Lucy!
When we got home from our trip, I had dozens of brochures, maps, and photos, and a scribbler full of notes. All I needed was a backstory outrageous enough to match the sex scenes! I thought of Voltaire’s Candide, and how the main character travels the world, recounting his misadventures. Lucy was born in a moment of gender-switch (the original Candide is male), and Voltaire’s patient heroine got a major gender-swap makeover as the sexy, talented, but still patient, Dick!
To say that Who Is Candid? was fun to write is an understatement. I laughed my way through this book, as I hope you will too. Now as you read it, you can imagine me standing on the sidelines, making notes as Lucy um, you know... all over the map!
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