Oh and zippers? Yeah, those aren't around yet. Buttons, buttons, buttons... or laces. I can't imagine putting anything on without zippers. Pants, jackets... Oh and no pants. Unless you were riding a bike and even then, man oh man those suckers are HUGE! Bell bottoms are more figure flattering.
But the dresses were so pretty. Sure, they screwed with your spine to get the look right, but all that satin and chiffon. So pretty. I'd love to be taller so all those flowy gowns would look right on me. Instead I'm short and long skirts make me look even shorter. I'm pretty sure i"ll never be able to dress like Christine, but it would be fun.
What about you? Have you ever had to do research and found something cool you never expected? I did when I researched the time periods for Phantom. Don't be shy! Come share! I'm waiting. :-)
Have you ever read one of the classics and wondered was happened behind those doors, curtains, trees? Yeah, us too. As you've seen, we've brought you the stories with those thrilling bits included. Here's my addition to the line, The Phantom of the Opera.
Why the Phantom? Well, I've been asked a lot to change the ending. I won't give it away, but some aren't thrilled with who gets the girl. I liked the way the book worked out and I loved the idea making the story line sizzle. I also enjoyed the challenge of sticking with Gaston Leroux's plot line. He's got a complex story going on there, but there were so many little places where a little heat went a long way! Yes, working with the time period and language of the day wasn't always easy, but it helped me to appreciate the little things, like not having to wear so many layers of undergarments! Grin. Want a taste of the Phantom? Keep reading!
Here's the blurb:
The Classics Exposed…
A chance sighting at the Opera, fated love, and three lives in turmoil.
One man pledges to own her, while another wants her heart. The Opera sets the stage for romance and intrigue. In the catacombs below the building lives a man rife with sorrow and passion. The Phantom. But he’s not content to live alone. He wants to possess the one woman who can set him free.
His Christine.
Viscount Raoul de Chagny doesn’t believe the rumours of a Ghost living below the Opera. He only has eyes for Christine, his childhood friend and first love. Together they embark on a sensual journey of discovery and fiery desire.
But she can only have one man. Will love raise her up or tear their world apart?
Teasers are so great, aren't they? I'd love to share a snippet from Phantom with you! Happy Holidays!!!
“What are you asking of me?”~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Your submission. Allow me to direct you as if I were the composer of one of your songs. Do you trust me?” Raoul smoothed a lock of her hair between his fingers. She smelt of flowers, a most intoxicating scent. Although she trembled in his arms, she met him for a kiss. Christine whimpered. Damn the blanket and the layers of fabric between them. He longed to feel her body next to his. He parted her robe and shoved the garment from her shoulders, leaving her in her nightgown. He swiped his tongue along her bottom lip and palmed her breast.
“Raoul,” she gasped, but didn’t swat him away. “I trust you.”
“Let me make you feel the magic.”
Christine stared at him a moment. “What do you want me to do?”
“Give me what I want. Can you do that?” He unbuttoned the top button on her nightgown. “Show me the depths of your soul.”
“I can.” She whipped her nightgown up over her head, exposing her body to him. Her rosy nipples peaked and the flush spread across her entire chest.
Raoul shrugged out of his nightshirt and tugged her back onto his lap. Skin to skin, mouth to mouth, he lost himself in her sweetness. His desire to conquer her took over. Christine slid her hands up his chest and twined them behind his head.
“Do you still wish to learn? This will not be what you expect.”
“I do.”
He sat back on his heels and hazarded a glance to the door to reassure himself it was locked.
“Raoul?”
“I do not wish to be interrupted.” He grabbed the chair at the small table and dragged it to the couch. “Sit.”
Christine hesitated, then moved from his lap to the edge of the bed. Raoul eased her onto her back. He crawled between her thighs. “I will pull out so I don’t leave my seed inside you, but I cannot guarantee this won’t hurt.”
She nodded, but didn’t look particularly agreeable. He braced himself on his knees and one hand. With his free hand, he stroked her cheek. “I will make you feel precious when I’m done.”
“I’m yours.”
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