Do You Wanna Know A Secret? With Guest Blogger: Starla Kaye

Meet author Starla Kaye today at the Book Boost and read a diary page from Maggie’s Secret Wish:


Dear Mind-numbing Diary,

Have I mentioned in the last, oh day or so, how absolutely boring my life has become? If not, I’m mentioning it now.

Today—like every other day for what seems like forever—I put on my cow-printed lounge pants and KU T-shirt. They’re comfortable. Who needs more than that if you’re only going to hang out in your apartment all day? Well, my best friend (on most days anyway) popped in this morning to harass me, which she excels at.

She had the gall to mention that I might want to consider changing outfits. And then she went on to suggest maybe I should wash my hair sometime soon. (Heavy sigh here.) Why would I bother with any of that? I’m only going to work here on websites I create for website-challenged clients. I’m not going out into the world or anything.

Next Samantha got into some very personal stuff, determined to do an intervention for my own good. She seems to think I need to experience the world beyond the walls of my apartment. She thinks I need fun, maybe a date, for certain I need sex. (Another heavy sigh)

Unfortunately, she’s right. I need—want—all of that. Ever since slimebucket Eric and I parted ways… well, my romantic life has been limited to my Badboy with batteries. At least I don’t have to feed his ego.

Anyway… Samantha’s starting to get pretty darn pushy about getting me out of here. She keeps singing the praises of Madame Evangeline and her matching service. A one-night stand thing. Some friend of a friend of a friend of her belovedly perfect husband had used the service and evidently is living happily-ever-after. Sure I want a HEA, too. But really, do I need to try out this service? Is there something wrong with remaining dateless, loveless, and alone for eternity?

Absolutely! I’ve become a desperate woman.

Dearest Samantha made me promise to send an email to this Madame Evangeline. A message that includes my name (acceptable), my age (possibly acceptable), a brief listing of my relationship history (that won’t take long), and what I want in a potential lover. Hmmm, let me think. He needs to be alive and breathing, hopefully under 60 with most of his hair, good teeth (okay, good dentures are okay), have decent stamina in bed (even if he gets a little help in pill form), and at least a small idea of how to give a woman pleasure.

Note to self: NOTHING LIKE ERIC.

Now, if I could get the fantasy man of my dreams, he’d be suck-the-breath-from-me handsome, have a hot and sexy Scottish burr (that might be negotiable), taller than me, in better physical condition than me (Another Note to self: Get your ass to the gym!), and know some serious tricks in bed. I’m talking about how to drive a woman crazy. After all, this is all about me.

Oh, did I mention that Samantha thought she needed to help me write the message to Madame Evangeline. As if! I write for a living. I know how to make a good impression. Okay, evidently other than with the right men.

That’s it for now. I’m off to dream land. And stupid Eric better not show up in my dreams again! No, please, Whoever Is In Charge of Dream Guys, send me a hunky Scot…in a kilt and nothing else. I’ll take my time unwrapping him.

A Note from the Book Boost: Thanks for joining us today Starla and for introducing us to Maggie. She sounds like a blast! It was nice to meet both of you. Please tell us more about your book.

Blurb:

Maggie’s boring workaholic life and focus on her obnoxious ex is grinding her down. A friend’s advice sends her to Madame Evangeline’s high-end dating service 1 Night Stand. She hopes to find some fun, a date, and va-va-voom sex…not necessarily in that order. At least she will get out of her apartment for one hot night! Because, yes, she is just that desperate for a change, and there is that secret fantasy she’s been wanting to try out….

As Ian turns forty, his day job as writer of steamy erotica and night job as part-time Dom has him worried he will never have a “normal” relationship. With his particular kinky quirks, what woman would consider him husband material? Madame Eve is pretty good at her own job, are these two a match in a million or just a one night flash in the pan?

Excerpt:

She gaped in horror. Five emails from Madame Evangeline. Five! What about her message had captured the matchmaker’s attention enough to have her keep trying to contact Maggie? The spanking stuff! Oh, jeez. That had to be it. Nothing else about her basic info could possibly draw a stranger’s interest.

Fingers shaking, she opened the first message.

I’m so pleased you contacted me, Ms. Malone. I’m sure that I can find someone perfect for you. Please email me back so we can discuss this further.

Palms sweating, she opened the next message.

I’ve done a basic background check on you, Maggie, as I’m sure you’re aware I do for all my clients. Your websites are quite well done, unique. I could see your special imaginative flare. I noticed it in your query message as well. I’m positive I can find the perfect match for you. Please contact me as soon as possible.

Maggie drew in a nervous breath. Madame Evangeline had mentioned imaginative things in her original email, certainly meaning the fantasies. How embarrassing. Yet she opened the third message.

I know exactly what you need, my dear Maggie. You need time away from your work, time to satisfy your secret desires, time to let a very special man attend to your every wish. I eagerly await your response.

Satisfy her secret desires? Let a special man attend to her every wish? Oh, yes! Need thrummed through her, making her squirm in her desk chair.

Heart racing, she opened the fourth message.

What you need, dearest Maggie, is a special night at one of the Castillo Resorts and Hotels. I’m thinking the one in Maui would please you most. The more I study the websites you design, the more sure I am of your sensuality, of the type of man who could please you. I look forward to you contacting me soon.

How could the other woman know about her preference for Maui? How could this unknown woman sense so much about her? See how much of herself she put into each of the website designs? It was eerie…exciting, too.

She gathered her courage and opened the final email, one sent only an hour ago.

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