She opened her mouth and sucked in his fingers, tasting the salt of the sea, the hint of tobacco, all the things he had touched that day. She ran her tongue over each long, strong digit until he removed his fingers and replaced them with his lips, and they didn't stop kissing until they had both tasted and explored, flirted and toyed...'Shy Carla Holt is a weaver of tales; romantic stories that fulfil her dreams and allow her to escape reality. Yet her publishing success does little to dispel her growing sexual frustration, and the sense of inadequacy fostered by her rather superior boyfriend.Carla, however, is then commissioned to ghost-write the autobiography of the world-famous tenor, Angelo Lorenzo, about whom she has often fantasised. She tracks him down to a secluded villa in the Greek islands, and finds that fantasy becomes reality on the Island of Desire...