I am often asked how I get the inspiration for my books.
I love being asked this question as it makes me really think about just how I get fired up to write a new book, to create new characters, new plot lines, and tap into an intense romance that is just begging to be told.
Being a visual person, I often find that making a Pinterest Board for the story taking shape in my mind helps spark my imagination. Putting a face to a character, a theme to a book, as well as visualizing the setting, and/or location, is very much at the essence of each new story I start to tell.
Such was the case with the hero in Platinum Pleasures, Marcus Roarke. Several themes co-mingle here: The “Platinum theme,” with the hero, Marcus, a drop-dead hunky young billionaire whose company is aptly titled Platinum Enterprises. But there’s more to Marcus than just his looks and robust checking account. Under the jet set dashing man is something more raw and tender. Marcus is a widower and Valentine’s Day is his wedding anniversary, making the day a potent reminder of love lost.
My Pinterest board for this book evokes not only the sexy young mega man with the world at his fingertips, but also the “Platinum” theme that is not only the name of his company, but also the level of sensuality in the book as he finds love again in the most unlikely place — running an errand on the way home from work on Valentine’s Day.
On my Pinterest board I show Ainsley as a mature, curvy, Mrs. Robinson themed heroine. Ainsley is recently single and finds herself alone once again on what should be the most romantic of days.
A heroine who knows what she wants, Ainsley isn’t afraid of a little experimentation in and out of the bedroom when she takes a chance when she hires a lover for Valentine’s to fulfill her darkest desires.
The bond between young Marcus and Ainsley, the curvy woman at the door, is above and beyond gold — it is Platinum all the way when two broken hearts find a way to escape Valentine’s Day alone.
When Marcus arrives at Ainsley’s door, he turns the tables on her Mrs. Robinson’s type expectations and takes control. An instant connection is made and neither one realizes they are part of a case of mistaken identity until it’s too late…they have fallen for each other…hard.
As well as the love theme between the Marcus and Ainsley, there is also the importance of the setting: Beverly Hills. Her penthouse. His penthouse.
And the finer things in life, his Aston Martin, her aunt’s Maybach. All these images form the theme of the book, sensual, luxe and utterly pleasurable.
For a virtual tour of Platinum Pleasures and the inspirations I found in crafting this sinfully hot Valentine’s tale, check out the board and let me know what you think…
“I worked up an appetite,” Mr R said after he’d polished off the wide array of canapés she had set out for them. She’d watched with amusement as he’d devoured everything. Even the extra frozen flatbread pizza she’d pulled out and quickly microwaved when he’d cleaned his plate. Now he was on to the caviar. He must have been starving after fucking her like she longed to be fucked.
It was so much fun being someone else, the mysterious Mrs M, having anonymous sex while knowing her lover was there just for her enjoyment. For her sheer ecstasy. And what a turn on when he’d tied her legs together with his tie. Things she’d never dreamed of doing with any of the men she’d dated, and certainly not Charles. Hiring this man to fulfil her fantasies had allowed her to reach new, orgasmic heights. Ones she’d merely imagined were possible before tonight. Ones her girlfriends had bragged about, but she’d only ever offered a polite nod, not wanting to reveal that she’d never reached the mind and body experience they seemed to deem a regular occurrence.
Thank goodness for Tara and that business card. This was a whole new world for her with this Mr R. And she sure hoped there was more where that came from, as long as her credit card held out. She was a beginner, but so willing to learn at the hands of this young hottie who made her body melt with just a stroke of his fingers—or his impressive cock.
Looking at the clock, she saw it was past midnight. Probably the cut off time for how late her Mr R was supposed to stay, but there was no way she was going to say boo about him leaving. Besides, he seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself, even if he were paid to do this. No one could fake that kind of ardour, could they?
He caught her gaze as he noted the time on the clock, but he didn’t say anything as she passed him the caviar, nested in a bowl of crushed ice. It was his second serving. She was surprised he even liked the caviar, men his age seldom did. Not that she had much experience with younger men, and not that she wouldn’t like to—especially if they were all as surprising, demanding and capable in the sack as this one. But then of course, she knew he must have acquired these refined tastes in his line of work. Pleasuring rich older women. Maybe even younger women—there was no age barrier on wealth, was there?
Not that she was wealthy any more, Charles had seen to that. Her saving grace was her home, the penthouse her mother had left her, the one she hoped to save from Charles’ clutches. Hopefully she could count on her experience in the commercial interior design world to land her a job, and fast. But all those worries could wait, if just for one night. Tonight she was just Mrs M…wild, wanton and savouring what were possibly her last few thousand dollars on her dream Valentine.
Straightening her posture, she sipped her champagne and sat slightly angled across from him on the settee. No point in him seeing her little stomach roll that refused to go away and looked worse when she was seated. She leaned towards him, a trick she’d learned from Tara for making the body appear thinner and the neck firmer. She swore it took years off.
“Aren’t you hungry?” her delectable playmate inquired. He grinned and handed her a toast point piled with caviar, along with the egg and onion condiments he had carefully adorned on it.
“Famished,” she said, playing the game, opening her mouth wide.
He moved towards her and popped the morsel into her waiting mouth. “You have a beautiful mouth.” His thumb lingered on her bottom lip for a moment as he ran his other hand suggestively along her thigh. His touch thrilled her through the thin silk of her robe. “I’d like to see just what you can do with it.”
Delighted by his attentions and feeling the intoxication of both Mr R and the bottle of champagne they’d just polished off, she teased his thumb on her bottom lip. With the tip of her tongue, she flicked at it suggestively, watching his eyes turn hungry as he pushed his thumb between her lips.
Looked like he wasn’t going home anytime soon.
One night…one fantasy for hire…one sizzling case of mistaken identity.
Ainsley Simmons can hardly believe she’s ordered a fantasy lover online — a man to fulfill her deepest sexual desires for the entire evening. She’s in for a surprise when sexy young Mr. R shows up at her door in a classic case of mistaken identity.
Ainsley has the night of her life being pleasured by the much younger and demanding multi-millionaire — until she discovers he’s not her fantasy lover after all.
He’s even better than that.
About the Author:
Kate Deveaux is a contemporary, erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. It was after reading Jane Eyre in high school, that she became hooked on the idea of writing about romance, excitement and drama. Kate has been penning stories, from the sensual to the sinfully sexy, ever since!
A former wedding planner, Kate has always been “in love” with love! She was inspired to transition from writing racy short stories to full length manuscripts after meeting other authors in the romance world at industry workshops, conferences and events. Originally from England, now resides in the U.S. with her husband.
When she’s not writing or reading, Kate can be found on the tennis court—yes, there’s even “love” in that game too!
Author website: http://www.katedeveaux.com
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