Who knew quitting could be so hot?
Carnie Sabatina wants to break her bad habits, but is a hypnotist really the
answer? Enter Doctor McSexy and a trip down the rabbit hole that not only
makes her a believer, but sets her passion on fire.
Is it tempting fate to take control?
Mike Schommer’s love life crashed and burned when his ex dumped him for his
best friend, but can playing with fire really save his heart? Enter Patient McHottie
whose bad habits open a pandora’s box of secret cravings for hypnotist and
One hypnotic suggestion sends them up in flames, but will temptation and
passion be enough to turn their parlor tricks into happily ever after?
So you want to quit smoking and you decide to try hypnotism to kick the habit, if only you knew the PLEASURE that could come with it!
One sentence that changes everything. Neither Mike nor Carnie were prepared for what they would experience.
This is a quick read/short story and Virginia Nelson does a great job of not letting the plot suffer from the length.
As her eyelids fluttered open, a refreshed sense of peace and energy
washed over her, as if she hadn’t stayed up past three a.m. then got back up at
six that morning to meet a deadline.
No, not just refreshed and energized.
Flicking a glance at the man next to her, so calm and cool, she knew what
I want him to burn like I do.
Never having experienced that kind of immediate need for someone
before, she was at a loss. She normally followed her impulses but….
He smiled at her, and it was weighted with exhaustion. He came across
like a nice guy. A really nice guy.
She wanted to see him be a naughty guy.
Practicing powers of seduction she didn’t even know she had, she
adjusted herself on the couch.
“Look, I am sorry that the hypnotism didn’t work on me. I mean, you gave
it a shot.” She tossed her hair back, wondering for a moment how it had come
His lips curled slowly up. “Thanks for that.”
“Mmm. I could reward you for giving it a shot, anyway.”
His brows dropped. “Huh?”
One of her hands dropped to his thigh, on the couch next to her, and she
caressed the tight denim. “I mean, you tried. The least I can do is give you a
Virginia Nelson spends her days chasing three very
active kids around. When she is not doing this, or
plotting taking over the world, she likes to write, play
in the mud, drive far too fast and scream at inanimate
objects. She can often be found listening to music
that is far too loud and typing her next fantastic tale
of blood, sex and random acts of ineptitude.
Romance, in Ms. Nelson’s opinion, is not about riding
off into the sunset on the back of a horse with the
knight in shining armor— it is about riding the dragon. If the knight can keep
up… well, that is love.