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The Tantric Principle
She took a bite of the roll. A drop of shiny butter gleamed in the corner of bee-stung lips. Her tongue slid out and licked the corner of her mouth with slow motions. Grant stared at her openly without pretense. His erection was immediate, imagining those same lips over his shaft, opening and sliding upward to receive him. Again, she didn’t pretend not to notice. She smiled the age old smile of Eve and beckoned him over to her garden. “Why don’t you want to go to bed with me?” she asked. Her blunt question only made him want her more. Her body was dangerous. But her cleverness and companionship was deadly. Damn he liked her. Grant reached for his red wine. “Would you like to hear my story?” “Yes.” He nodded and went back into the past. “I was married. She began as one of my students. I loved her and I was faithful. My following began to grow and instead of hopping to different locations, I decided to embark on creating a yoga school. I wanted to develop something like the karate schools and train students to go deeper into the practice than a class at the local gym. She supported the goal and we built the school together.” He paused and waited for her questions. She said nothing, just nodded her head for him to continue. “The school became successful but my wife began to change. She became jealous of the female students. As you know, the practices sometimes morph into an intimate level. There are rules and standards to follow, but sometimes the women in class would form an attachment to me. The same thing happened with the male students and my wife.” “Makes sense.” “She believed I was having an affair. Became irrational, stalking me and the students. Began to form a chasm within the school until sides began to form. Rumors started. I tried to talk to her, pulled back from my classes so we could fix it.” Grant kept his voice neutral though the old emotions still clawed at his gut. “During one of my classes, I was served with divorce papers. Things got nasty. She rallied the students against me and some females made accusations that weren’t true.” Their food came. Silence settled over the table while he forked up his pasta. Then he continued. “She ended up getting the school. My reputation was ruined as a teacher. I walked away with nothing and had to start over. So, I moved to New York and made a fresh start.” “I’m sorry.” She offered no more, but he spotted an understanding in her gaze that soothed him. Grant realized he had never told the story to anyone other than his close friends back in Florida. No one in New York ever scaled the wall to learn his past. Somehow, Arianna had gotten past. On some strange level, he trusted her. So, he told her everything. “She lied to me.” Arianna blinked, and seemed to realize the worst had not been told. “How did she lie, Grant?” “She was having an affair with one of the students the whole time. While she accused me, and took my school, she was screwing around with one of my senior aides.” Her hands reached across the table and interlinked his fingers as he’d done back in the studio. The warmth and softness of her flesh closed around him, and chased away the cold. “It doesn’t matter,” she said softly. “One of the principles you teach is correct. It’s your own karma that you need to account for. You didn’t cheat. You didn’t do anything wrong. And another principle I’ve learned in this life.” “What?” She smiled then, dazzling, sexy. “Life sometimes sucks.” He smiled back. “Sad story over. Now you know.” “But I don’t.” “Don’t’ what?” “I don’t know why you won’t take me to bed.” Her words shot like cannon fire in the candlelit room. The waiter grazed by and took their plates. Brought two fresh drinks and moved on. “I promised I would never have an affair with a student. Too messy. Too many lies to cover up.” “I’m a grown woman with a mind and career of my own. I’m not promising love everlasting and white picket fences. You’re not married. I’m single. And we’re both dedicated to our careers. I just want you. For as long as it lasts.” His body shuddered in response. Grant fought the knowledge things that are too good to be true usually aren’t. “Arianna,” he said softly, his hand tightening over hers. “I don’t want you to get hurt. I don’t want to make a mess of things again. I worked too hard to get back where I am.” “I understand.” Slowly, her fingers unraveled and she picked up her martini. He felt the distance close around her and knew it was his doing. Her body would be as open as her mind. He just needed to say yes. “Arianna-“ “No.” She shook her head. “I do understand, Grant. Life’s messy. I’m not going to chase you like some love-struck teenager. I work long hours and weekends. My blackberry is another appendage I can’t live without. I don’t want to change your life, I just want you in my bed. I’m even willing to let you set the rules.” She waved a hand in the air. “But we probably wouldn’t fit. I’m direct and sometimes rude. I love sex and alcohol and red meat. I swear like a cop in Detroit and would probably side with a condo developer over saving the extinct bird species no one gives a crap about. I’ll still come to class, and I’ll finish up the weekend but don’t play games with me.” He almost gasped. “Play games with you?” “Don’t put your hands on me unless you’re ready for me. Got it? Then he knew. Grant grabbed the bill, threw down some cash and stood up. Arianna sat, almost sullenly sipping her drink, expecting a male temper tantrum. “Get up,” he said. “Why?” He leaned over and spoke against her ear. “Because I’m going to strip off your dress and make you come so many times you’ll beg for mercy. Don’t make me say it again.” He paused. “Get up. Now.” Arianna got up on legs that trembled and followed him out of the dining room.
Arianna Devlin is a high powered advertising executive with ambition and too much stress. Desperate for balance, she enrolls in a yoga school to teach her certain lessons. Breathe. Stay calm. Be in the moment. And ignore her sexy yoga teacher who is becoming a major distraction…
Grant Madison runs a yoga school and lives by one code: don’t get involved with the students. But when Arianna walks into his studio, his resolve begins to crumble. He offers her a deal: a secret affair while in the studio, and the practice of tantric sex in the bedroom…
But when lust turns into love, Arianna and Grant are forced to make a difficult choice. Can Arianna reject the career opportunity of a lifetime for the possibility of love? Can Grant ignore his past and take a chance on the future
To My Reader: I have always been a sucker for a good love story. Let’s begin with a modern day warrior working her way up the corporate ladder. She’s smart, sexy and knows what she wants. Enter a man who bases his life upon his yoga practices, where control is released in the yoga studio, but tightly commanded in the bedroom and his personal life. Completely different, they embark on a secret affair. Lust turns to love, but choices must be made. Does she give up her entire career for the possibility of love? Does he let go of his past and take a chance by releasing his control on a woman who may leave? Let’s find out. I loved writing the Tantric Principle and hope you enjoy it!
Grant is a very different kind of hero. He is spiritual and in touch with his emotions as well as his physical body. Arianna is fearless and lives her life on her terms — no excuses. Together Arianna and Grant make an unusual couple. Unfortunately they cannot truly explore their relationship since Grant feels the need to hide his affair with Arianna. His unwillingness to acknowledge his feelings may leave readers skeptical about how serious Arianna and Grant really are. But nobody will be able to deny the heat of the pair's marathon lovemaking sessions, which will definitely appeal to erotica readers. Grant’s practice of tantra, an ancient sexual art, makes the lovemaking all about foreplay and the journey to fulfillment.
Grant Madison was betrayed by his now ex-wife and has since cut himself off emotionally. He channels all of his energy into his yoga school. Arianna Devlin understands focusing on career. As a successful advertising executive she works long hours in very stressful situations. In order to slow down and keep calm, Arianna enrolls in Grant’s yoga class. But Grant has other ways in mind to help Arianna relax, which mainly involve a bedroom and some very interesting tantric sex principles. Both Arianna and Grant are expecting a no strings attached affair, but neither counts on the way that their hearts become involved.