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<\/a>Your Desire<\/strong><\/em>. A mysterious shop appears in town for one reason: to bring the spice of passion and the thrill of love to one special person. Magic is in more than the item purchased\u2014it\u2019s in the heart of the buyer, often hidden, usually surprising. And after enchantment takes hold ad the fantasy is fulfilled? The store fades from sight and memory, only to reappear somewhere else. Maybe in your town\u2026?<\/p>\nThe Artist and the Director<\/strong> Buy link:<\/strong> The shop didn\u2019t inspire such trust, however. It was on the shabby side of shabby-chic, and like the man\u2019s suit, had seen better days. That explained why she hadn\u2019t noticed the place before\u2014it wasn\u2019t the sort of establishment in which she usually shopped.<\/p>\n \u201cMay I help you?\u201d the man asked.<\/p>\n She turned toward the window display. What the hell! The effect remained the same. The satin seemed to change shades of purple depending on her position. One way she noticed the beads, another she saw the pearls. Now she saw barely visible lines of sequins between folds of the skirt. Although there was no breeze, the skirt seemed to shift, and tiny shards of light shot from the sequins otherwise hidden in the yards of material.<\/p>\n \u201cYes, that dress in the window, I\u2019ve never seen anything like it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt is unique, part of our special collection.\u201d He sounded proud. \u201cMay we make one like it for you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMake one?\u201d She stepped forward and reached out. The touch of her fingers caused swirls of violet to run through the fabric from waist to hem, and she gasped as she jerked her hand away. \u201cNo, I need the dress for tomorrow night.\u201d Curious, she faced the man. \u201cI can\u2019t believe you made this. It\u2019s wonderful!\u201d<\/p>\n He closed his eyes and graciously nodded his acknowledgement.<\/p>\n The mannequin in the window drew her attention again. She\u2019d never owned anything so soft and feminine. Suddenly her black pantsuits seemed totally unsuitable for the office party, dull and lifeless, even when she imagined them paired with a bright scarf or lacy camisole.<\/p>\n \u201cHow much for this dress?\u201d Damn! She\u2019d failed to keep intense interest from her voice. If she were the salesperson, she\u2019d immediately jack up the price.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, you don\u2019t want that. It\u2019s only for display and very old. I can\u2019t guarantee your satisfaction.\u201d<\/p>\n Slowly Derica turned to the man, her mind turning over possibilities of why he wouldn\u2019t want to take advantage of a sale. Did he think to haggle and increase the price, now that she\u2019d shown her excitement? Well, if that was his game, she could play, too.<\/p>\n \u201cPerhaps you\u2019re right. I have a formal affair tomorrow night. Do you have anything else?\u201d Casting a glance at the drab interior, she carefully kept her expression neutral. \u201cI\u2019m a size eight,\u201d she offered, seeing him give her an appraising look.<\/p>\n He nodded. \u201cThat\u2019s exactly what I would have said. If you\u2019ll follow me, I think we have just what you\u2019re looking for.\u201d<\/p>\n They walked to the back of the store and through a curtained doorway. There she found a softly lighted alcove with two stuffed chairs on either side of a dark-stained piecrust table. A cup of steaming tea and a plate of shortbread were on a tray. She examined the room in amazement, not having expected a showroom. In fact, she\u2019d barely expected curtains on the dressing rooms, based on the appearance of the shop.<\/p>\n \u201cJust make yourself comfortable, and we\u2019ll see what we have, shall we?\u201d He waved her into one of the chairs then turned toward another, smaller doorway to her side. \u201cEdwina, we\u2019re ready.\u201d<\/p>\n A young woman dramatically swept aside the material covering the entryway and emerged wearing a pink chiffon formal with a fitted bodice and long sleeves. What caught Derica\u2019s attention however, was the woman\u2019s shape. She could have been Derica\u2019s body double with her long legs, narrow, rounded hips, and tiny waist. The woman\u2019s breasts would have nicely filled out Derica\u2019s own B-cup bra. The difference came in her beautiful violet eyes and heart shaped, Kewpie doll lips, painted bright red. \u201cThis is my granddaughter, Edwina.\u201d The man beamed at Edwina then turned his warm smile on Derica. \u201cAnd I\u2019m Nigel Brown.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m Derica Meadows. That\u2019s a lovely gown, Mr. Brown,\u201d she said, as the woman twirled to show off the flow of the skirt. \u201cBut it looks like something for a prom.\u201d<\/p>\n His smile fell ever so slightly. \u201cOh, dear. Well, Edwina\u2026\u201d He shooed her behind the curtain.<\/p>\n After what felt like only seconds, Edwina came out again, wearing a lime green skirt and white ruffled blouse.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, that\u2019s not right at all. 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\nDerica Meadows, the conservative Director of Accounting at a large San Francisco firm, sees the most beautiful dress imaginable in a shop window. So different from her usual genderless pant suits, she\u2019s swept into acquiring the gown for a formal business affair the next night. But a funny thing happens on the way to her party, in the form of a compelling man and a photo shoot. Suddenly, the normally logical Derica finds herself swimming in a sea of romance and sexual freedom she\u2019d never before considered. The hunk of an artist can satisfy her fantasies, but what will happen to her climb up the corporate ladder in the process? And to her heart?<\/p>\n
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\nYour Desire<\/em>. The name was painted on the door in simple block print. She pulled the handle and stepped into the cramped store, where she came face to face with an older, prim man in a well-worn suit. Gray touched his temples but not his thin moustache. His dark brown eyes warmed her to her core, and she felt immediate trust in him.<\/p>\n
\nAnd also in her short spiked hair that was a most interesting shade of yellow. Derica was so taken with their similarities in shape, it didn\u2019t occur to her to wonder why the woman was poised and ready to model formal gowns.<\/p>\n