I am caught in the heat of a timeless Medieval romance. Mr. Kamikaze, heir to one of the largest, most magnificent estates in England, is groping beneath my gown as we are thrown together during a tumultuous carriage ride ... where I have lost the strength to protest as his lips meet mine, eager for my unforeseen delicacies.
But that is not all. In "Pirates of Desire" I find myself once again, helpless to the roguish charms of Mr. Kamikaze, a notorious pirate captain, as fiery and unforgiving as the seas themselves and who is also known as "Sea Wolf"...
I protest. "Now I know why they call you Sea Wolf. I think you are despicable!" I yell after he pulls on my bodice strings and plants an uninvited kiss on my lips. "You might want to keep the girls tied up," he says. Oh yes he does.
But whether it is to be the plank or the pirate's bed for me I cannot say.
With my fate and my delicacies hanging in the balance, the excerpts of my personal romance novels, customized by more than 26 reader-supplied characteristics, (including your dog or cat!) come to a tantalizing halt.
I will never know what breathlessly uttered words of "Medieval Passion" lead to my triumphant 15th century love affair. Or, for that matter, what I could have had under my skirts that the rakish Lord Mr. Kamikaze failed to anticipate. Pastries? Caviar?
I do know, however, what the dog is thinking.
"A week," Fido thought, surveying the floor for fallen bits of pork rind. "Seven days of feasting and then on to our new Lord's castle in Coventry to retire to a life of luxury. What more could a dog possibly ask for?"