In Praise of Sanj—Hot, Dark, and Sweet
I’ve been thinking about my main character in my upcoming book CRAVINGS, which will be out on November 21. Remember Elizabeth’s post about Asian men? Also, there was CMK’s post “Add More Men,” which included a hot video of Indian men–the very last on the page. Well, I have a hot, sweet, sexy one for you in the character of Sanj.
We first see Sanj in SAFFRON NIGHTS, as the level-headed best friend of hotty-photographer Jackson as he and Maeve travel the globe in search of aphrodisiacs. He’s smart and geeky, with a lab in his mansion in the hills of Ramsha, a fictitious place in India. Yes India. While we’re at it, let’s think about India.
Sanj gives Jackson much-needed advice about Maeve. We root for Sanj because he’s so nice and level headed. And he’s hot—did I mention that?
So in book number two CRAVINGS, he’s still the same level-headed nice guy, still hot, but his heart has been broken, and his level-headedness is tested as he tries to find his missing friends in a Ecuador—along with dealing with an incredibly sexy woman on the run and in his face. Oh Sanj. You were a joy to torture. (Did I mention how hot he is?)
A large part of this story is him discovering his mettle, along with his latent kinkiness. That was so much fun to explore.
Take this snippet of a scene:
“Lie down,” she told him forcefully.
Something about the tone of her voice frightened and excited him all at once. Ordering men around came easily to Sasha. But did he want to be one of those men? What the hell is wrong with you, Sanj, just do it. A beautiful naked woman is asking you to lie down. Just fucking do it.
“Here?” he whispered. Barely. Where did that voice come from? What was she up to? Stop thinking, Sanj, and let it ride.
“On the table, on the floor, where
ever. Lie down.”
The table? Where they would eat in the morning?
Of course, a part of Sanj and Sasha finding their way is finding the balance between her kink and his straight-up vanilla sexual experiences. Fun stuff. I hope you’ll come along for the ride.
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