THE LILY TRILOGY
Published by Vivian Winslow, 17 May 2014
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Booknantics – “THIS trilogy made my Summer! It was a perfect, erotic and exotic escape . . . Whether you're stuck at home working this summer or out on vacation AT a beach, this is a perfect, steamy, page-turning read! 5 stars!”
Stephanie’s Book Reports – “. . . erotica at its finest!”
Brit Nanny Reads – “This series is a must read and is a great contender for the Brit Nanny Reads Best Reads 2014!.”
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Book Happiness – “This novella is the perfect read if you are looking for something short, fun, hot, and steamy. I have enjoyed the Gilded Flower series and I am hooked.”
After catching her fiancé Jack in bed with her sister the day before her wedding, New York socialite Lily Baron escapes to Rio, her honeymoon destination—alone. There, Marcelo, the dark and sexy hotel masseur, releases a heated passion Lily had never experienced with Jack. When Lily meets handsome and powerful Brazillionaire Gustavo de Lima, she can hardly resist him. There’s just one problem. He’s married. In this uber-sensual city, will Lily’s reluctance to be with a married man, in light of her own fiancé’s betrayal, give way to her burning desire for Gustavo?
“I walked in on them, Mom. You think I don’t know what my own fiancé looks like?” The thought of her fiancé’s and sister’s naked bodies intertwined is seared on Lily’s mind. It was almost like looking in a mirror— watching her twin sister, Dahlia, betray her with the man she loved. The man she was ready to pledge her life and body to.
Her mother sits on the edge of the bed next to Lily. “Well, you know how your sister is, it could’ve been anyone.”
“But it wasn’t just anyone. It was Jack, and on the night before we were supposed to get married!”
“Darling.” Her mother pats her head like a two-year old child who just dropped her lollipop. “You can still get married. It’s not too late. Men are all the same—it’s time you learn that.”
Lily looks up from her pillow at her mother and around her room, still the same since she went away to boarding school eleven years ago. Pastel and cream hues surround the large, canopy bed, a bed “fit for a princess,” her mother had always said. And for all intents and purposes she was a princess, living a privileged life in New York City—the best schools, the right friends, and the (former) perfect fiancé.
“What are you saying, mother? That it’s ok for Jack to screw anyone he wants?”
“Oh, honey. Men have needs. It’s pure biology. Doesn’t mean he wouldn’t make a good husband and father.”
“Are you saying Dad cheated on you?” Lily sits up, wiping away her tears.
Her mother turns away for a moment and picks up a family photo on the nightstand. “It’s the unspoken rule here on the Upper East Side, Lily. With the house in the Hamptons and the chalet in Gstaad comes infidelity. I thought you’d had some clue. But it’s my fault. I’ve kept you sheltered because I hoped for a different life for you than mine.”
“But why didn’t you tell me sooner? I never imagined Jack would cheat on me.” Lily falls back onto the bed.
Her mother faces her and raises an eyebrow. “Jack is no different from his father. His family has a lot of money and influence in this city. Even more than we do. Our two families would make an incredible alliance.”
“So that’s all this was to you, some sick power game?”
“Marriage is business, Lily, not love. And in New York, power isn’t just about how much money you have, but the friends you can count in your corner. You want love, go have your own affairs. After what he’s done, Jack can’t expect fidelity. Just try to be more discreet than he was.”
“But it was love. I’ve loved him since the first day I laid eyes on him.” Lily closes her eyes, recalling how Jack offered to share his umbrella with her when they walked out of Intermediate French one afternoon.
Her mother caresses her hair. “I know honey. That was your first mistake.”