Thursday, September 20, 2012



Married for ten years, adventurous Kelly and Ryan are thrilled to take part in a fantasy come true—a week-long sex therapy study on a tropical island. The resort is first class, the sex off the charts.

Ryan’s always denied the issue that stands between them—the issue that threatens to destroy their marriage sooner or later. As they learn new sensual tricks from the other couples on the island, each x-rated assignment brings them closer to breaking down that barrier. When they do, will the pieces fit back together?

Reader Advisory: This book contains voyeurism, m/m, group sex and BDSM. Can you say “WOOHOO!”?


Copyright © DALTON DIAZ, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

  “This is your last required therapy session. If you have any questions or reservations about the study, this is the time to speak up.”

   Kelly turned to look at Ryan. One black brow was lifted in question, slight challenge in his dark blue eyes, the corners of his mouth tilted by a held-back smile. He was good to go.

  They turned as a unit to the appointed therapist whom they’d seen every week for two months, letting their grins speak for them.

  “All right, then.” Dr. Chase made a show of putting a giant check mark and her signature on the form in her lap. “I have no qualms about my recommendation for you to participate. You’ll leave here today with a packet. Please go over everything in it at once, and I do mean immediately. As in, on the drive home. I can’t tell you how many couples have come this far only to lose the opportunity because they didn’t listen to that advice.”

  Kelly eyed the fat manila envelope in Dr. Chase’s lap. That wouldn’t be a problem. The seal would be gone before Ryan could put the car in drive.

  “Shotgun!” Ryan muttered.

  “Not a chance.” Kelly didn’t take her eyes off the envelope, or bother to keep her voice down.

  Dr. Chase laughed as they all stood and she handed the coveted envelope over to Kelly. “Sorry, she wins this one. You wouldn’t be able to resist teasing her.”
  Ryan’s feigned look of innocence didn’t fool anyone. His sense of adventure was second only to his sense of humor, and both were major turn-ons for Kelly. While she’d always had and appreciated a good sense of humor, her adventure gene had been carefully stored under lock and key until she met Ryan. After ten years of marriage, she was every bit as adventurous as he, if not more so.

  That fact that she was still OCD about planning said adventures was an endless source of amusement to him.

  Surprisingly, it was Ryan who’d initially been more reserved about doing this particular study. Yes, he’d been right to do a background check before responding to an ad in a magazine. And it had been her right to tease him for it when the call for volunteers turned out to be legit.

  The study was being conducted by The Holts, a husband and wife team, she a renowned sex therapist, he a philanthropist. They were using their private island to test theories on sexual fantasies and how they relate to “real” life.

  Ryan and Kelly had been more than intrigued.

  The initial consultation had taken place in Dr. Chase’s office, and she’d gotten right to the point. This was a study based on sexual desires. If they weren’t willing to be naked in front of others, have sex in front of others and, yes, have sex with others, they were not right for the study. They’d been sent home with detailed information and strict orders to talk about it before calling her with their decision.

  They’d known their answer before they’d hit the parking garage.

  These were fantasies they’d talked about for years, never dreaming they’d actually get to act them out. If only they could be assured anonymity. If only they could be assured of physical safety. If only, if only, if only…someone would offer them an all-expenses-paid vacation to a tropical island to act out their sexual fantasies with others who’d also passed rigorous medical testing. People they’d never have to see again…

  Holy shit!

  They’d set up their first therapy session, coming home with a mountain of forms and questionnaires to fill out, both as a couple and as individuals.

  Kelly thrived on paperwork. Getting Ryan to fill out his? Not so fun.

  They hadn’t been given any results, just more forms and questionnaires with each session. Apparently they’d passed muster.

  They were finally ready to go.

  “My paperwork will be submitted at the end of the day today,” Dr. Chase informed them. “The sooner you get yours in, the sooner you’ll find yourselves in paradise. I’ll see you at your debriefing, which will be scheduled for one week after your return.”

  Kelly could hardly contain herself as they rode the elevator down to the parking garage of the Boston high-rise, especially when enough people crowded in from various floors that she was pressed back against the front of Ryan’s jeans. That was so not the shape of his cellphone against her ass.

  “So much to look forward to, and you get to fill out more forms.” His hot breath skimmed her ear as she clutched the envelope like a lifeline. “You must be beside yourself.”

  Oh, that was going to cost him. She thoroughly enjoyed his gasp when she shifted her feet, rubbing against his erection. He’d watched her get dressed that morning and he knew she wore his favorite thong under the thin skirt.

  They managed to exit on their floor with him staying pretty close on her heels. Exhibitionism was surely on tap on the island, but in a Boston elevator it would mean public embarrassment and a hefty fine, if not jail time. If their fingers were going to do the walking, it wouldn’t be for the latest and greatest fingerprinting method at the BPD.

  “Looks like you have a choice here, Kel.” Ryan threw the car into reverse and backed out of their parking spot. “Rip open my jeans or the enve—”

  The sound of the envelope tearing stopped him midstream.

  “Sorry,” Kelly fished the paperwork out. “Were you saying something?”

  He groaned. “That was cold.”

  “Get your mind out of the elevator and think about Dr. Chase’s warning. There must be something in here we need to know right away, and considering the subject of the study, it probably has to do with having sex.”

  He hit a red light before the entrance to the Mass Pike and turned to look at her with a familiar gleam in his eye. “You have the twenty minute drive home to figure it out before that skirt is at your hips and I pull your thong off with my teeth.”

  Kelly swallowed hard at the image. “It’s Saturday. Didn’t you say you were going to clean the garage?”

  “Nineteen minutes.”

  “Okay, okay.” She unclipped the packet, sliding the brochure they’d already seen back into the envelope before reading the cover letter aloud.

     Dear Mr. and Mrs. Casey,

     Welcome to Holt Island. Congratulations! If you have received this packet, you have pre-qualified to participate in a privately funded study of sexual fantasies. Your category is long-term relationships.

  “Pre-qualified?” Ryan sputtered. “We’ve done two months of therapy, a mountain of paperwork and been poked and prodded from toenails to hair follicles. What the fuck is left?”

  “Patience levels?” she teased.

  He glanced at the dashboard clock as the light finally turned green. “Seventeen minutes.”

  Kelly rolled her eyes even as she squeezed her thighs together at the reminder. “Then don’t interrupt or I get the time back.”

  When he’d driven in silence for a two count, she started reading again.

      Please read the information provided on what will be required from you and the corresponding rules that our staff adhere to, no exceptions. Most of these rules are in place for everyone’s safety. Any rules not related to safety are still necessary to accurately complete our studies.

      There will be no cell phones allowed on Holt Island. No video will be taken by guests or staff.

      Confidentiality is of the utmost importance and we take it very seriously. You will be asked to turn in any electronics at check-in, where they will remain locked in a safe until your departure. We have provided an 800 number at the bottom of this letter which can be used to reach you in case of dire emergency.

      Upon completion of the packet, please sign and date the agreement and fax it to the number at the top of the form. If the following pages contain a date, please know that we are holding that spot open for you and time is of the essence. All travel arrangements, accommodations and food will be provided.


      Virginia E. 
     Study Coordinator 
     Holt Island

  “Okay.” Kelly felt her heart skip a beat. “Let’s see when the big day is.” She flipped the sheet and gasped.

  “What?” Ryan asked when she took a needed moment to register what she was seeing.

  “It’s two weeks from today!

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Wynter Daniels said...

I love the concept - and what a smokin' cover! Congrats.

Cindy Spencer Pape said...

Oh my goodness, this sounds AMAZING!

Dalton Diaz said...

You guys are awesome!

Naima Simone said...

*Gulp! Pant!* That's me after just looking at the COVER! LOL! What an awesome cover!! You had me at "issue that stands between them"...well, actually you had me at "sex off the charts"! LOL! Congratulations on the new release!

Dalton Diaz said...

Thank you! I'm truly excited.

Ashlyn Chase said...

Let me know when it's available on nook. For some reason, the EC website hates me.

Can't wait to read it...but I'm going to have to. :(

Maggie Nash said...

Can I say HOT! I'm heading over to get this one now! I can see a few familiar faces in there too DD LOL

Mai said...

I've been slowly devouring the book all-day, enjoying it so much Dalton :-)

I'm sending out a tweet praising the awesomeness of this book/post!

Congrats again!

Dalton Diaz said...

Thanks to everyone! I'm so glad you guys are tickled to see your names. Wait until you see Mai and Sherry and her hottie fireman!!