A Harlequin novel for modern times:

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room.

Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone. He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice close to my ear.

"Just relax."

Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, calloused hands start at my ankles, gently probing, and moving upward along my calves, slowly but steadily.

My breath caught in my throat. I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.

When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and partly closed my eyes.

My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my rib-cage. Then, as he cupped my firm, full bosom in his hands, I inhaled sharply.

Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine to my midsection.

Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought, used to taking charge.

A man not used to taking 'No' for an answer.
A man who would tell me what he wanted.
A man who would look into my soul and say
. . . .



“Okay ma'am, you can board your flight now."

Maybe it could be called "Fifty Shades of TSA."

[kwassa]

1. a tall dark stranger will look deeply into your eyes and say those three important words ....

"Paper or plastic?"

[trof]

2. DUZY! Possibly a Pulitzer.

[The Velveteen Ocelot]

3. But not original. I got it off an aviation message board.

[sarge43]

4. I tried to visualize the cover. I had to stop. n/t