Audrey Carlan has achieved an exquisite balance in her writing between her character’s off the chart sexual chemistry and the journey they take discovering themselves and falling in love. Her stories have us turning the pages till the late hours of the night, enjoying every tantalizing, sexy moment, knowing we’ll get our happily ever after in the end.
In Divine Desire we are introduced to Mila Mercado, another yoga instructor at Village Yoga Center. Mila works her tail off teaching ten plus Vinyasa Flow classes a week. On the side, or whenever she can find the time, she picks up her brush and strokes the canvas creating beauty in her abstract art and nude paintings. Her dream is to have her own showing, but she lacks the requisite number of pieces. Mila’s dream weighs heavy on her petite 5’3” frame.
Mila – “That man set everything within me aflame, and all I wanted to do was put it out. Immediately. Too damn bad my traitorous body didn’t agree. Every time I laid eyes on the tall hunk of studliness, I lost my ability to think straight. Probably why I defaulted to threats and sarcastic remarks. It felt like the only defense I had against the infuriating male.”
At twenty-eight, Atlas Powers has it all. He has good looks, a rockin’ body and the soulful voice of a singer and songwriter. And those curls…made you fantasize about reaching up to push them out of his eyes. And those eyes…one blue, one brown. Mila calls him Curly, I’d call him Dreamy. Atlas filled his nights with music gigs and his days with yoga, hoping one day his dream of making a living in music would come true. “For now, yoga gave me an outlet not only to make money, but also to find myself. Yoga helped to bring it all inward to a place where things were simple, easy, balanced. Now, I just needed to take that same Zen spot and merge it into my music.”
Atlas – “This woman absolutely had the power to break me. Sexy as hell, this fun-sized yogi could end me.” “Truth be told, based on her response, I knew I had my work cut out for me. This woman was trouble. Beyond trouble. She was a damn lit stick of dynamite.”
Atlas proposes a new yoga class to the Center’s owners Crystal and Jewel. “This class strips the client bare of any of their misgivings, allowing them to truly go inward in a way that is freeing and liberating, not only spiritually, but physically as well.” Crystal and Jewel give Atlas their support and Atlas immediately has plans to ask the other teachers to lend their support by attending at least one of his classes, then sharing the concept in their classes. After being goaded into attending Atlas’ first class to report back on her experience, Mila has an uneasy feeling that she’s being set up.
Abandoned by those they loved, together they held the key to each other’s divine desire.
I opened the door to exit the office and ran right into a pint-sized wildcat. “Hey, hotness.” “I glanced at the small Mexican American fireball from her medium brown shoulder-length hair to her perky breasts. She’d covered the girls in a tight black sports bra type top. Her midriff was bare, leaving a scandalizing swath of brown sugar-colored skin I’d like nothing more than to bend down and press my lips to. I just knew she would taste of the sweetest honey. Her knee-length black yoga pants dipped low, well below her navel, making my mouth water. The pants fit her like they were painted on, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Thank the good Lord above for women’s athletic attire.”
“Curly,” she addressed me flatly.
I ran a hand through my messy curls. Her caramel eyes watched in what I hoped was fascination. For a scant second, her mouth opened, and her pink tongue licked her bottom lip. The instant sexual tension that crackled and zipped between us was heart –stoppingly magnetic. If I were a lesser man, I’d have walked her backward until she was up against the wall opposite the office door and taken her mouth right here, right now. But I wouldn’t. Not only could the action get me fired, but she also might actually backhand me. Not the best way to get in good with a girl, though I’d experienced worse during my late teens when I was wild and out of control.
She planted her hands on her rounded hips. “Did you get a good look?”
The woman had an insane body. Tiny but built. Her breasts were small, high, and enough to fit in the center of my palms. However, her perky tits were not her best feature. Hands down, it was the ass. Tight, shaped like a perfect heart, with enough bubble to it that I wanted to bite it. Hard. Mark it as my territory. Damn, I’d always been an ass man, and this woman could bring me to my knees to worship at the cheeks of her fleshy heaven.
I petted my bottom lip with just my thumb as I tilted my head and glanced at her finest attributes. “Maybe if you’d turn around.”
“Pig,” she mumbled and pushed past me.
For a sprite, she was strong as an ox. “Mmm…even better from the back. Not as much chin wagging either to distract from the view.”
She huffed, flipped her hair, and lasered her gaze on mine. “You want to do this here?” She hooked a thumb over her shoulder at the two women who had mysteriously gone radio silent. Once I saw Mila, I’d pretty much forgotten my name, and the fact that I was standing in the admin office at Lotus House with my bosses in the background.
I responded without thinking. “I’d do you anywhere.” Crass but true. She was my current walking wet dream.
“You disgust me,” she growled, her teeth obviously clenching, providing a sharp contrast to her cheekbones.
“You love it.”
“I do not!” Her huff was indignant, but her erect nipples, labored breathing, and dilated pupils said otherwise.
“No, but you will.” I smirked and then jutted my chin toward Crystal and Jewel. “Thanks again. I’ll be in touch this evening.”
Crystal waved and Jewel crossed her arms. Crystal, I’d been told, was in love with love and probably enjoyed the show. Jewel, on the other hand, I had to watch out for. I didn’t know enough about her to determine whether or not I was in trouble. Time would tell.
“Catch you later, wildcat,” I quipped while closing the door and heading out, purposely not waiting for her retort. I’m sure whatever she’d have said would have been great.
Sparring with the feisty woman would be the highlight of any day. I needed to plan more time at the center to take her classes. Operation Hotness would commence this week.
I walked out of the center into the California sunshine with the Mission: Impossible theme running through my mind.
Walking around the class, I made sure that everything was set up just so. I’d met most of the clients outside so that they could sign the required forms, so the yoga center would not be liable for anything the client might deem inappropriate. From what I understood, none of the paperwork would hold up in court, but it helped to have something to deter legal action. Not that I expected anything to happen. At first everyone would look down, up at the ceiling, shyly glance at one another or only at themselves, and most often, they avoided all eye contact. Then they’d get into the poses, focus their attention within, and it would just be a regular yoga class.
Unfortunately for me, there was a divine cinnamon-colored, pint-sized goddess who currently held all my focus. I couldn’t wait to drop the bomb on her. I wondered how long it would take her to roll up her mat and walk out of the class. That sass was hard to contain. My guess? Two point five seconds. Testing the theory was going to be a blast.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed people were starting to disrobe. I checked the clock, went over to the door, made sure there weren’t any stragglers chatting outside who needed to get in, and then shut and locked the door. Mila squinted and tilted her head, her gaze revealed the disapproval of the action.
I walked over to her and was about to welcome her when her scathing tone stopped me short.
“What are you doing locking the door? That’s against the rules.”
“Not when it locks from the inside. Any patron can easily unlock it and leave, not to mention the push doors for the fire exits. I don’t want anyone else coming in mid-class. It would be inappropriate and incredibly disruptive.”
Her head jerked back. “How so? You get paid for any additional latecomers.”
I smiled. “You’ll see.”
Mila’s caramel-colored eyes blazed an intense gold. Her high, wide cheekbones filled with a rosy hue. I’d have very much liked to feel those silky cheeks against my fingertips.
Wow. Irritation looked damn fine on her.
“Class, we’re about to begin. You know what to do,” I said loud enough for the room to hear.
She tapped her foot and squinted. “Is that how you start a class? You really should welcome them, introduce yourself.”
I chuckled behind my hand. Boy, was she going to eat crow. “Oh, I have. Outside when I was having them sign their waivers.”
Her mouth opened and her eyes widened. “Waiver for what?”
“So we don’t get sued for sexual harassment, public indecency, or any of the other mumbo jumbo societal norms might consider inappropriate.”
She pursed her lips. “I’m sorry, I’m not following.”
I grinned, hooked my fingers into my loose tank top, and pulled it over my head.
Mila gasped and licked her lips when my chest came into full view. Oh yeah. The sexual tension between us was ripe, and I wanted so badly to bite into her, but the timing had to be just right.
“Mila, take off your clothes.” My voice was thick with a desire I couldn’t hide. Not from her. Not with her standing in front of me looking like God’s gift to mankind.
“Excuse me.” Her own tone was low and sultry.
“Look around.” I held out my arms as if I was displaying a Thanksgiving feast, not a class full of yogis.
“Oh my God.” Her hand went over her mouth as her eyes flicked from person to person. “What are you teaching?”
I looked into her brown eyes, grinned, and then pushed down my yoga pants and boxer briefs in one shove.
Her eyes didn’t start at my feet and take me in slowly. No, her gaze went straight for the gusto landing right on my cock. I could almost feel the heat of her desire searing through me.
The gasp that came from her pretty mouth that time sounded more like a choked gurgle.
Audrey Carlan is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. She writes wicked hot love stories that are designed to give the reader a romantic experience that’s sexy, sweet, and so hot your e-reader might melt. Some of her works include the wildly successful Calendar Girl Serial, Falling Series, and the Trinity Trilogy.
She lives in the California Valley where she enjoys her two children and the love of her life. When she’s not writing, you can find her teaching yoga, sipping wine with her “soul sisters” or with her nose stuck in a wicked hot romance novel.