Tell Me a Fantasy

* This is the companion novella to Tell Me a Story. You don't need to read Tell Me a Story, but it's probably a good idea.

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ABOUT THE BOOK:

Samantha Citrouille's anxiety won't stop her from attending London Fashion Week and collecting a lifetime industry award. After all, when iconic designer Karl Lagerfeld requests your presence at an exclusive party, you have to jump on a plane. Even if you're deathly afraid of flying.

While white-knuckling it on the turbulent flight from Florida, Samantha's seated in business class next to a handsome stranger named Colin King. His low, smooth voice helps calm her nerves. But her panic reaches its peak when the plane is forced to land in Iceland due to mechanical failure. Distraught, she's horrified to discover that all hotels are booked due to a summer solstice festival. As the world's top designer of tropical resort clothing, Samantha _ known as Sam C. to her legions of fans _ is used to luxury at her Palm Beach estate, not sleeping on airport benches with only a pashmina wrap for a blanket.

Her impossibly sexy seat-mate Colin kindly offers to share his accommodations, because a business contact owns a sleek pied-à-terre in Reykjavik. Samantha, emotionally wrung out, agrees for what she thinks is one quick night.

A freak volcano eruption forces Samantha and Colin to stay in the Icelandic capitol for a long weekend, and the two have nothing better to do than share cocktails, bare their past sins in conversation, and indulge in each other under the midnight sun.

But things become complicated after their idyllic fantasy weekend together. Colin, a self-described modern-day rake, is sure he's finally found the woman of his dreams. But Samantha, who has her own fears and ghosts of the past, isn't so certain. She'd rather fly around the world, twice, than have her heart broken again.