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Authors: Everly Drummond
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at one of Miami
Beach’s hottest restaurants, Jaden Thorne is determined to make her
culinary mark and fulfill her professional dreams. When Jaden is
given highly coveted tickets to the ultra-exclusive Winemaker’s
Dinner, she jumps at the opportunity to meet South Florida's
wealthiest and most influential food and wine enthusiasts.
Jaden’s eyes are drawn to the VIP section
even before the appetizers appear, but she soon finds herself
thinking less about networking and more about the intriguingly sexy
stranger eying her from across the room. After dinner, what begins
as a light-hearted flirtation unexpectedly catapults into a night
of explosive passion. But when morning dawns, Jaden leaves her
sleeping Mr. Oh So Sexy behind, sure they’ll never see each other
again.
Dr. Ivan Rusilko, a handsome, young
physician, boasts an extensive resume’ and a well-established
position on Miami Beach’s social scene. But despite his success and
glamour, he’s routinely had to suffer uninspiring dates and doomed
relationships. With a romantic heart, Ivan’s not the
love-‘em-and-leave-‘em type. But when he awakens to find that the
girl in the red dress has done exactly that, he resolves to find
her--only if it’s just to ask why she left without even a kiss
goodbye.
The Winemaker’s Dinner is a fictionalized
erotic memoir inspired by the romantic triumphs and tragedies of
Dr. Ivan Rusilko’s real life. Weaving fact with fantasy, authors
Everly Drummond and Dr. Ivan Rusilko have gifted readers with a
swoon-worthy flesh and blood romantic hero and the intoxicating
bouquet only a heartfelt tale of passionate love can create.
Chapter 1
“Something”
A cool breeze caressed Jaden’s body, and the
scent of butterfly weed and columbine infused the late-summer air
around her. Brilliant purple and orange hues colored the evening
sky as she stepped onto the makeshift wooden dance floor that
served as the centerpiece for this evening’s event at the Florida
Wine Festival.
Jaden wrapped her sheer, black shawl tightly
around her shoulders and over the open back of her slim, red
cocktail dress. She surveyed the scene, looking for table number
nine and trying her best not to seem lost.
In the garden of the private estate on the
edge of the ocean, throngs of guests had started to arrive. An army
of waiters and waitresses dressed in blue scurried around like
clockwork soldiers carrying silver trays brimming with glasses of
wine, while another army, dressed in green and laden with trays of
hors d’oeuvres, followed suit.
Tables set with fine bone China and sterling
silver surrounded the dance floor, and beyond them were the
well-manicured lawns and shrubbery of the opulent estate—the home
of a rich philanthropist couple who were thought to hold a large
stake in the premier wine of this year’s festival, Mollydooker, as
well as being connected with some of Florida’s most elite.
As the sun slowly sank beneath the horizon,
the vibrant purples and oranges of the evening sky faded into muted
shades of gray and black. Scanning the crowd once again, Jaden
finally recognized a short brunette in a blue dress. Thank
God .
Tasha was Jaden’s roommate, lifelong friend
since they were girls together in Colorado, and only ally in the
mob of wine enthusiasts clamoring for a glass of this year’s
premium blend. Tasha waved from where she stood on the other side
of the tent. Beginning the voyage to meet her, Jaden pushed through
the crowd clustered at the bar. She made her way along the edge of
the near-vacant dance floor, mindful of her formfitting dress with
every step.
Jaden could feel the eyes of more than one
man following her as she sauntered by. She smiled. It had been a
while since she’d enjoyed the calloused touch of a man, and Jaden
was determined to turn heads this evening. Just as long as
they’re not married, she thought, sneaking a sideways glance
and sighing. Most of the prime real estate at this dinner wore
telltale
Beach’s hottest restaurants, Jaden Thorne is determined to make her
culinary mark and fulfill her professional dreams. When Jaden is
given highly coveted tickets to the ultra-exclusive Winemaker’s
Dinner, she jumps at the opportunity to meet South Florida's
wealthiest and most influential food and wine enthusiasts.
Jaden’s eyes are drawn to the VIP section
even before the appetizers appear, but she soon finds herself
thinking less about networking and more about the intriguingly sexy
stranger eying her from across the room. After dinner, what begins
as a light-hearted flirtation unexpectedly catapults into a night
of explosive passion. But when morning dawns, Jaden leaves her
sleeping Mr. Oh So Sexy behind, sure they’ll never see each other
again.
Dr. Ivan Rusilko, a handsome, young
physician, boasts an extensive resume’ and a well-established
position on Miami Beach’s social scene. But despite his success and
glamour, he’s routinely had to suffer uninspiring dates and doomed
relationships. With a romantic heart, Ivan’s not the
love-‘em-and-leave-‘em type. But when he awakens to find that the
girl in the red dress has done exactly that, he resolves to find
her--only if it’s just to ask why she left without even a kiss
goodbye.
The Winemaker’s Dinner is a fictionalized
erotic memoir inspired by the romantic triumphs and tragedies of
Dr. Ivan Rusilko’s real life. Weaving fact with fantasy, authors
Everly Drummond and Dr. Ivan Rusilko have gifted readers with a
swoon-worthy flesh and blood romantic hero and the intoxicating
bouquet only a heartfelt tale of passionate love can create.
Chapter 1
“Something”
A cool breeze caressed Jaden’s body, and the
scent of butterfly weed and columbine infused the late-summer air
around her. Brilliant purple and orange hues colored the evening
sky as she stepped onto the makeshift wooden dance floor that
served as the centerpiece for this evening’s event at the Florida
Wine Festival.
Jaden wrapped her sheer, black shawl tightly
around her shoulders and over the open back of her slim, red
cocktail dress. She surveyed the scene, looking for table number
nine and trying her best not to seem lost.
In the garden of the private estate on the
edge of the ocean, throngs of guests had started to arrive. An army
of waiters and waitresses dressed in blue scurried around like
clockwork soldiers carrying silver trays brimming with glasses of
wine, while another army, dressed in green and laden with trays of
hors d’oeuvres, followed suit.
Tables set with fine bone China and sterling
silver surrounded the dance floor, and beyond them were the
well-manicured lawns and shrubbery of the opulent estate—the home
of a rich philanthropist couple who were thought to hold a large
stake in the premier wine of this year’s festival, Mollydooker, as
well as being connected with some of Florida’s most elite.
As the sun slowly sank beneath the horizon,
the vibrant purples and oranges of the evening sky faded into muted
shades of gray and black. Scanning the crowd once again, Jaden
finally recognized a short brunette in a blue dress. Thank
God .
Tasha was Jaden’s roommate, lifelong friend
since they were girls together in Colorado, and only ally in the
mob of wine enthusiasts clamoring for a glass of this year’s
premium blend. Tasha waved from where she stood on the other side
of the tent. Beginning the voyage to meet her, Jaden pushed through
the crowd clustered at the bar. She made her way along the edge of
the near-vacant dance floor, mindful of her formfitting dress with
every step.
Jaden could feel the eyes of more than one
man following her as she sauntered by. She smiled. It had been a
while since she’d enjoyed the calloused touch of a man, and Jaden
was determined to turn heads this evening. Just as long as
they’re not married, she thought, sneaking a sideways glance
and sighing. Most of the prime real estate at this dinner wore
telltale
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