Dishy Seth Callahan relocates one of his business offices to a pretty Louisiana town. He’s lonely and discovers an emptiness inside him he just can’t fill … that is until he starts his house parties, where he fills the hollow with sultry encounters.
Four years later, his house parties attract lonely people looking for sensual comfort from far and wide.
Rosanna Pyne arrives in town seeking solace after a bad relationship, and her neighbors take her to one of Seth’s parties.
Seth notices her right away. He approaches her, but Rosanna backs away from Seth’s steamy advances.
Seth falls into fantasizing in a most erotic way about the lovely Rosanna until one night she makes a move on him.
Rosanna is looking for someone to love her. Is there any chance it might be Seth?
from erotic romance, Leave me Breathless
The outside of Magnolias had been painted a cool, ethereal blue in the seventies, many years before Seth Callahan bought the mansion. The house took its name from the abundance of beautiful flowering trees that grew along one side of the estate, and no one could remember the place ever being called anything else. As the sun set, the blue became tinged with a multitude of almost transparent pinks that shimmered in the hot summer air. That’s when the silver-white fairy lights would appear twinkling in the grounds of Magnolias, and soft strains of music drifted on the evening breeze.
Seth had fallen in love with the mansion and surrounding estate as soon as he saw it. The whole place evoked fantasies in Seth’s lonely heart, and filled it with hope of erotic nights. Seth’s somber moods lifted there, and it wasn’t long before he found a way to share this sexy atmosphere with the beautiful and curious people in town.
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Seth watched from his seat on the balcony as the stream of people arrived at the house party. He’d divided his massive French Colonial style house into public and private, much like his life. Seth had built two reputations since arriving from New York four years earlier, one as a high-achieving businessman, and the other as the host of an elite sex club that operated under the guise of house parties. Seth liked to sit on the wraparound balcony of Magnolias, his Louisiana home, with a glass of iced tea, and check out the people who’d come to sample swinging, swapping, and the sensual dance of flirting that led to sex if they chose.
He swished the remains of the pale golden liquid around. It had warmed in the humid air, and Seth placed the tall glass on the table. Enticing laughter reached him. He stood to lean over the balcony rail and look more closely at his guests.
That’s when he saw her, the pale-green silk of her dress blown against her body in a revealing caress by the evening breeze. The thin fabric outlined her nipples and flat stomach. It clung to her as if in love with the perfection of her figure. Seth’s gaze followed the flow of her long dark hair as tendrils lifted and swept her breasts. He sighed with pleasure. The sight of her made his cock stir. She’s lovely, sexy body. Wonder who she is? Maybe Pearl knows. Who’s that she’s with?
He scrutinized her two male companions as they bent their heads to listen to whatever she said—Beau and Simon Duchamp. What’s she doing with them? Seth knew them from a business deal, not that he or they would acknowledge that in the club, should they run into one another. No one knew each other once they’d floated in through the decorative front door on a cloud of sexual need and anticipation. This code underpinned the club’s success and popularity.
The beautiful woman disappeared from view under the balcony overhang. Seth experienced a sense of loss in the pit of his stomach. He adjusted his collar and tie, grabbed his pale linen jacket, and strode along the balcony to the back steps, which led to the garden. He liked to walk into the party through the front door of the house the same as everyone else. Seth stalked along the tiled garden path, slipping on his jacket so that he arrived at the entrance looking unruffled as usual, at least on the outside. Tonight flutters plagued his stomach. His heart beat faster. Seth wanted another glimpse of the lovely woman in the green silk dress as if his life depended on it.
He cruised through the rooms, his gaze raking over the groups of people, and his thoughts tumbled. It’s been a long time since just the sight of a woman had such an effect on me. It’s exhilarating. Out of habit, he took a glass of mint julip from a silver tray as the server hovered close and smiled an acknowledgement. The glass chilled his palm with its generous scoop of crushed ice. He stopped his searching, seduced by the frosty glass, and tasted the drink. The aroma of bourbon and spearmint hit him before the taste, and then he swallowed the refreshing mouthful.
He saw something green with his peripheral vision and headed there. It wasn’t the gorgeous dress adorning his quarry, but a shirttail whisked up as the woman wearing the item swung her hips in time to the drum rhythm of the low music
A heavy sigh escaped him at this letdown, and then from behind came a familiar voice.
“Good evening. It’s beautiful out. Would you like to walk with me in the garden?”
Seth spun elegantly around. Of course, he knew Lilian, had fucked her a couple of times, in fact, but that wouldn’t be mentioned tonight. He looked her up and down appreciatively. Her short black dress barely came halfway down her thighs. The low neckline revealed two soft mounds, pushed up no doubt by a sexy, black lace bra, if Seth remembered correctly. He smiled kindly. He wanted to find the lovely woman in the green dress, but Lilian deserved courtesy.
“That’s a very tempting offer, unfortunately I have plans. Perhaps another night?”
The disappointment that flooded Lilian’s eyes both flattered and worried him. He wouldn’t make a habit of fucking her, ever. There’d be no chance of a permanent link up. She was attractive, a great fuck, but that was it for Seth.
He loved women, though. He adored the softness of their skin and hair. He loved the curve of their hips and the tease of full lips. He liked to listen to the way they sighed and make them smile to see the laughter in their eyes. He reveled in the scent of their arousal, because Seth always gave a lady so much care they’d be wet through and about to beg by the time he fucked them. Seth never knowingly hurt a woman, and so he decided in that moment that he wouldn’t dally with Lilian again. It would be cruel to string her along. He wanted love, but he wanted it to hit him and knock him flat, to carry him away with its intensity, and consume him so that euphoria erased his loneliness.
Lilian inclined her head slightly in a polite way and moved off.
Seth took his cell phone from his inside jacket pocket. He called Pearl, his housekeeper, the term affectionately given to the woman who managed his house on a daily basis, and the sex club administration. She usually checked people out. Seth didn’t want any troublemakers. He wanted genuine, discrete people at the house parties, those who found life a little heavy in the sultry Louisiana town and needed light relief.
“Pearl, I saw Beau and Simon Duchamp with a young woman earlier. Do you know who she is?” Seth kept his voice low, and he turned to an arrangement of heavy-headed flowers, taking a petal between a finger and thumb as he spoke. He hadn’t meant to crush the petal, but it creased under his touch, releasing a powerful, sweet scent.
“If she’s wearing a green dress that’s their new neighbor Rosanna Pyne. I checked her application and met her. She’s new in town from Montana—single and recently opened that store on the main street, Wedding Delight. Maybe you’ve noticed it. She’s already designing a dress for Peyton Davis.”
Seth couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. Although it was Pearl’s job to know stuff, she always knew so much.
“Thank you. I can always count on you. I’m hoping to run into her tonight.”
He detected caution in Pearl’s tone. “She’s in a private alcove with them. The drapes are closed.”
Seth experienced such an intense surge of disappointment he winced and pulled the petal from the flower head as his fingers clenched. He ended the call to Pearl with a gruff, “Okay,” and slipped his cell into the back pocket of his suit pants.
The perfume from the flowers that a few seconds ago had been so enjoyable suddenly overwhelmed him with sticky sweetness. He dropped the petal on the table next to his discarded drink and walked swiftly through the room to the patio. She’s new in town, and already in a private booth with the curtain closed … fucking hell, and with two men … two men. A frown creased between his eyes as he realized how inexplicably upset the news had made him. What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve only glimpsed this woman.
The warmth of the evening hit him as he charged to the end of the patio and stood by the trellis of purple Clematis, trying to calm himself and identify exactly why his reaction was so strong. He dragged off the jacket that he liked to wear in the chilly air-con of the house. The tailored linen usually added to his elegance, but now he dropped it to the tiled floor, uncaring.
There were no monitored rooms in the sex club part of his house where the parties were held. A mezzanine floor lined with private booths, which Pearl called “alcoves”, that were large enough to accommodate a chaise longue, low table, and a couple of chairs, had proven adequate for anyone who wanted to engage in sex during the evening.
Seth had the mezzanine built in the huge ballroom of the house when he’d first formed the idea of the club. A camera was trained on the row of booths, the images streamed to a closed circuit TV, and Pearl, from her office, might see the occasional spate of comings and goings if she happened to look, but it wasn’t surveillance. It was there for assurance and decorum. Half the patrons took their conquest home with them—wives, husbands, and lovers, swapped by mutual agreement.
After the first two years, Seth liked to refer to his club evenings as house parties, now four years on he always did, and in fact, so did most people. As the host, he provided drinks and music. Though discouraged, if a financial donation came in via Pearl as administrator, he used it to make the house parties more opulent and welcoming. Seth was wealthy. He already gave considerable sums to charities, and so he thought putting the donation back into his partygoers’ comfort was reasonable.
Someone opened another French window close by to wander hand in hand outside, and a burst of music from the party broke his introspection as Seth stared into the growing darkness, remembering Rosanna’s peaked nipples beneath her soft green dress.
The idea of finding the booth and taking Rosanna from Beau and Simon Duchamp ate at him until he turned and strode back into the house. He slowed his pace to mount the stairs for the mezzanine floor, and then he stalked along it, glancing at the booths with closed drapes, and hoping there’d be some way of discovering which one Rosanna inhabited without invading other peoples’ privacy.
When no way became apparent, he returned to a downstairs room and snatched up a glass of bourbon to sip as he tried to analyze his actions. Maybe I’m going mad.
Then he saw her. She stood alone at the far end of the room gazing out of the huge window.
Seth’s spirit leapt. He watched her for a few moments, tracing the shape of her body with a hungry gaze. Then he left his drink on a nearby table and approached her.
His heart hammered.
She turned to him when he drew close.
He drank in the sight of her. Her eyes were almost the same color as her dress, lined with black kohl, her lips perfect for kissing, with a full bottom lip, and her nipples were clearly visible, peaking through the bodice of her dress in the cooled air of the room.
Seth’s usual composure drained away, but a smile hovered at the corners of his mouth.
“Hi, Seth Callahan, can I get you anything?” My cock in your cunt—my tongue on your clit—my fingers teasing at your ass—my lips on yours?
She hesitated and then smiled her answer. “If I tell you what I’d really like, do you promise to get it for me?” Her husky voice added to her rampant sexual aura.
Seth was enchanted. “I will certainly try. What is it?”
She leaned a little toward him as if she was about to reveal something outrageous.
Seth enjoyed her proximity. He leaned to listen to a whisper.
Surprised, and then amused, Seth grinned. “That’s easy. Come with me.” He held out his hand.
She slipped her hand into his.
Her skin was like satin—cool, smooth, and so sensual—and Seth fought down the urge to drag her against his body and kiss her hard. He led her to the downstairs kitchen where the drinks and snacks were prepared. A huge table in the middle held rows of glasses and bottles. One of the servers poured a pink cocktail into frosty rimmed glasses.
Seth nodded a greeting at his questioning look. “My lady wants hot chocolate. I know where everything is. I’ll make it. You go ahead with what you’re doing.” His voice held authority and he let go of Rosanna’s hand to open a wide cupboard. He knew where everything was because he checked the supplies with Pearl once a week so that she could buy more if needed. There was coffee and tea, cocoa, and a special blend of hot chocolate that was actually for use in a cocktail. Seth swiftly made the beverage. He brought out one of the white china cups with its little matching saucer and poured the hot chocolate. He’d been silent as he prepared the drink, but as he held it out to her, he embarked on charming her.
“Here it is. I haven’t seen you here before. Tell me your name.” He knew it but needed to hide the fact he’d practically stalked her. He moved close and as she took the cup and saucer, he steadied it with his free hand over hers. “Take care, it’s hot.” And so are you…
“Thank you, and it’s Rosanna—my name.” Her voice fell to a whisper.
Seth hoped that was because his touch had the same effect on her as hers had on him. He reluctantly moved his hand from her smooth knuckles.
“You’re beautiful, Rosanna. Are you here with anyone?” He saw an expression of pain pass fleetingly in her eyes. It piqued his interest further.
“No. Well, not a husband or lover, if that’s what you mean. My friends brought me.”
Seth took a deep breath. She’d been with them in a curtained booth. “Friends?”
“Yes, they showed me around before they went off to capture some ladies for dubious purposes.”
Seth raised his eyebrows for a second, surprised she’d use the word “dubious.”
“You do know what this place is?”
Rosanna gave a tiny nod. “Yes, of course. I only meant they intended charming the pants off—off someone.” She hesitated with a tentative smile.
Seth gazed into her eyes. “Did you come here so that someone would charm the pants off you?”
Rosanna’s green eyes darkened as her pupils reacted to his question. “Are you offering?”
Copyright Elodie Parkes , Evernight Publishing
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5 stars for 'Leave me Breathless' from Liz's Reading Life
"Passion exudes off each and every page. I couldn't put this book down until the end, but even then I didn't want to let these two go"