Anyone who knows me knows just how much I adores me some dark chocolate. The 72% variety that pairs wonderfully with a cup of coffee, a glass of red wine, or a flute of champagne. Frankly, it’s kinda like the perfect food! And while I’d like to claim it as my secret indulgence, in truth it really isn’t.
For one thing, it’s not a secret. Secondly, it’s not an indulgence if it has its own space on the food pyramid – my version of it, anyway. Go on, tell me I’m wrong!
However, I do have weaknesses that, once triggered, are a bear to stuff back and overcome. So I mostly just don’t indulge. Mostly. *stares at the ceiling and whistles*
But I digress…
While most people think of food, I’ve got three non-food indulgences:
- A good book. Let’s face it, there’s never enough time to read. Between life at The Male Observation Lab (aka, my day – and sometimes night! – job at a construction company), raising a (drama) teen, writing-related stuff, and making sure the house is shoveled out enough so the place isn’t condemned, there’s just not enough time to indulge in a good story. I often stare longingly at the TBR shelf in my bookcase, and look at the book covers downloaded on my e-reader. Sigh…
- A hot bath. That’s right. A. Bath. I’m betting some writers would never admit this, but when the muse is channeling the story like a flash flood through the Grand Canyon, no way would I stop writing to do something as mundane as shower, let alone soak in a tub. And when in deadline mode? Well, let’s just all be thankful deodorant exists…
- Staring out at the Pacific Ocean. Seriously. See, I grew up on Guam, a tiny Pacific island that sports some gorgeous beaches. Only, when I lived there I never really saw them. The beaches, like the coconut trees, the warm weather, and the laid back lifestyle, just became part of the background. Which seriously sucks, now that I live more than an hour away from the coast. I do try to get over there as much as I can, and when I do, I like to stare out at the waves, toward the horizon where the water kisses the sky, and I imagine what it’s like back home…
What about you? What are your favorite indulgences, food or otherwise?
About Melia Alexander
Melia Alexander is the author of sassy, sexy, fun contemporary romances, but is also fortunate to spend her week days at The Male Observation Lab (a.k.a. her job at a construction company) where she gets to observe guys in their natural habitat. Though they often behave like typical alpha males, in many instances she’s seen through their personas to the heart of who they really are – the heroes of their own stories. A native of Guam, Melia traded in warm, tropical breezes for the rainy Pacific Northwest. She’s an avid reader who also loves romantic comedies – preferably with a glass of CabSauv and a box of chocolates nearby. In her free time, she’s busy conquering her CrossFit fears: ring dips, muscle snatches, and the dreaded 800 meter run. Her family appreciates her attempts at cooking and cleaning, although she spends it mostly daydreaming about her characters, which sometimes results in a burnt meal and a half-cleaned house.
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About DRIVEN TO TEMPTATION
Aidan Ross might be an engineering genius, but people skills? Not this soldier’s forte. Thankfully, a trusted friend is accompanying him to a make-or-break tradeshow…but then a bubbly redhead hops into his truck, claiming to be his new road trip buddy. She’s a gorgeous distraction he can’t afford. Or ignore.
Delaney Harper comes from a family of engineers—male engineers. With several impressive projects under her belt, she’s on a mission to prove she can hang with the big boys, too. But cracking the sexy, closed-off CEO is tougher than she expects…and hotter than she could have imagined.
With the tempting woman disrupting his carefully planned schedule, Aidan can’t focus on the road, much less their upcoming presentation. The future of his company is riding on this trip, and if they’re to land a huge account, he has to keep his head—and his heart—in the game…
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