Guilty Pleasures

Who's got one? *raises hand* So what makes a pleasure guilty? For me it's enjoying something I love while I should be doing something else. You know, the washing is piled so high you can no longer see the machine but you're sitting down with a good book and disappearing between the pages for hours. It's the sink full of dirty dishes while you're curled up on the couch watching your favorite show. Or it could be that piece of chocolate you know your hips don't need but your tongue just can't do without. *grin*
Now you might be thinking those don't sound like guilty pleasure and you're probably right. You see I have a theory, guilt, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Yep, that's right, each of us has our own set of beliefs/expectation/acceptable behaviors (or whatever label you want to put on there) and therefore are guilt will be different. And that's what makes this subject so fascinating. Something that prompts extreme guilt in you might appear completely tame to me and vice versa. So going with that explanation I'm able to determine that I don't have any guilty pleasures, just pleasures. (do you like the way I wiggled out of that one?)
You're probably wondering why I've brought all this up. Well I've spent a lot of time in the last few weeks watching Bones from Season 1 to 6. I'm addicted. I blogged about it HERE! You see, I know I haven't neglected housework or writing or family obligations but I also know there's hours and hours that I could have used for other things. Like more housework, more writing, more family time. Maybe not the last, I've managed to hook the tribe on the series too. *grin*
But if I take my theory and run with it then my Bones watching isn't a guilty pleasure, it's a pleasure and completely acceptable. *very big grin* Soooo........what's your pleasure?

Rhian Cahill
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Party Games, Book 2

When her friend deserts her at an exclusive Sydney house party, Miki Drummond retreats to a corner to observe the insanity. Watching life go by is something she does well, especially after the hell her marriage put her through.

She never dreamed she'd reconnect with not one but two blasts from her high school past. And she never expected their heated gazes to bring her body so easily back to life.

Grant Rogers and Dayne Pierce never forgot Miki. Ever. Past experience tells them to tread slowly and carefully, but that plan flies out the window when they're all dragged into a game of Truth or Dare. Something's up, because Miki repeatedly chooses to take a shot rather than reveal her obvious pain. Time after time.

Waking up hungover in a strange bedroom, Miki is caught in an electrically charged moment with two men who offer her unimaginable pleasure, who seem determined to keep her suspended in sweet torment—permanently.

One night of pure fantasy is all Miki dares to take, but come morning the hard truth is that walking away isn't an option.

Product Warnings: The author cannot be held responsible for any truth you may tell or dare you make take after reading this story. And if you find yourself sandwiched between two hunky men…take the dare.