Zara Chase is a British author who
spends a lot of her time travelling the world. Being a gypsy provides her with
ample opportunities to scope out exotic locations for her stories. She likes to
involve her heroines in her erotic novels in all sorts of dangerous situations—and
not only with the hunky heroes whom they encounter along the way. Murder,
blackmail, kidnapping and fraud—to name just a few of life’s more common
crimes— make frequent appearances in her books, adding pace and excitement to
her racy stories.
Zara is an animal lover who enjoys
keeping fit and is on a one-woman mission to keep the wine industry ahead of
the recession.
APRÉS-SKI 1: MASTER CLASS
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In the small,
independent European resort of Nevella, Hadleigh’s is the après-ski hangout of
choice. Run by six hunky American ex-pats, the club has a very exclusive
private side that’s strictly invitation only.
Tanya
Novac and Melanie arrive for a week’s skiing. Melanie—slim, beautiful and full
of confidence—sets her sights on their instructor, Ward Shannon. But Ward
prefers slightly overweight Tanya, recognizing in her a need to be dominated
that she doesn’t know exists. He takes her to Hadleigh’s BDSM club, and they
embark upon a steamy Master/sub relationship.
Melanie
can’t accept being second best and forces Tanya to confront unresolved issues
from her past. Ward’s feelings for Tanya compel him to re-examine his reasons
for hiding in Nevella and giving up on a promising career in journalism. Can
Ward and Tanya help one another to fight their demons and find happiness in one
another’s arms…
EXCERPT FROM MASTER CLASS
Ward
thought she might actually turn him down, which hadn’t happened in a while and
was probably a timely lesson in humility. Mind you, he didn’t normally take
women where he was about to take Tanya. He really did want to talk to her and
hadn’t thought beyond that point. Seeing the way Melanie led her around like a
poodle irritated the hell out of him and he wanted to understand why she put up
with it. He wanted to understand a lot of things about this oddly compelling
woman. For the first time since he couldn’t remember when, he wanted to be with
a female for reasons other than sex. Not that sex didn’t feature high on his
list of priorities, but he wasn’t looking for a long-term relationship and
something told him Tanya wasn’t into casual sex.
So what the hell do I want from her?
He
punched a four-digit code into a doorway at the back of the bar. It swung open,
and Ward stepped back to allow Tanya to step through it first, making sure it
closed firmly behind them. Tanya looked around the large, comfortably furnished
room and blinked. There were overstuffed sofas, a blazing log fire, a fully
equipped bar and, mercifully, no blaring music.
“What
is this place?” she asked.
“It’s
where Leo and the rest of us come for privacy.”
“It’s
your lounge? You live here?”
“Kinda.”
“Well,
what does that mean? Either you do or you don’t.”
Ward
laughed. “We’ll get to that. First, what would you like to drink? More beer?”
“No
thanks. I don’t like beer much.” He wanted to ask why she’d been drinking it in
that case, but refrained. It wasn’t so very important. “A glass of white wine would
be good, though.”
“Coming
right up.”
Wade
handed her a glass, opened a beer for himself, and joined her on the settee
beside the fire.
“Tell
me about yourself,” he invited.
“I’d
much rather talk about you. Why a half dozen Yanks call this place home has to
be a more interesting story.”
He
wagged a finger at her and then ran one arm along the back of the sofa, his
fingers within striking distance of her neck and all that gorgeous hair. “I
asked first.”
“Okay,
but there’s not much to tell. I had a wonderful childhood, great parents who
loved one another, and me and my brother and sister. We weren’t beaten, or
abused, or neglected, or any of the other things it’s fashionable to complain
about nowadays. Mum and Dad are still together, still in love.”
“You
were lucky.”
“I
know.”
“Whereabouts
were you raised?”
“I
was brought up in Brighton, which is
on the south coast of England. I still live in the area. I have a flat—what
you’d call an apartment—close to Mum and Dad’s place. I run my own business.
Website design. Hadleigh’s site could use some work, by the way.” Her smile lit
up her features and they lost their reserve. She feels confident talking about
something she understands, Ward realized, glad she was starting to relax. “No
offense, but I checked it out and it’s…well, dull.”
Ward
laughed. “Leo isn’t into all that stuff.”
“It
shows.”
“He
does so well here that he doesn’t really need an online presence anyway.”
“Everyone
does. Hello, welcome to the twenty-first century.”
“Does
your business do well?”
Her
smile vanished. “I’ve got a good client base, more than I can cope with
actually, but I hit a few problems recently.”
Hmm,
Ward would like to know what they were but sensed now wasn’t the time to ask.
She’d clammed up on him again and he could feel tension radiating from her.
“What sort of clients do you have?”
A
grin tugged at the corners of her mouth, telling him he was back on safe
territory. “All sorts. One writes erotic romance, which is…er, interesting.”
“Nothing
wrong with erotica.”
“No,
but she writes BDSM. It gets pretty wild.”
“Does
it now.”
Her
eyes sparkled, a mixture of autumnal colors that mesmerized him. “I do think
she gets a bit carried away sometimes. I mean, I just posted an excerpt for
her, but the woman was in an impossible position.”
“Define
impossible.”
She
blushed, presumably because she realized what she was saying to him, a virtual
stranger. It was interesting that she felt safer talking about this than about
herself.
“Well,
the woman had her feet…sorry.” She clapped a hand over her mouth to stop
herself from giggling. “She had her legs over her own shoulders and her feet
almost flat on the bed. She must have to have no bones in her body.”
“No,
she could do that.”
Tanya’s
eyes flew wide—very wide. “You know about this stuff?”
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