Of Sense and Sensuality -- and the Original Sinful Fruit
I'm having much too much guilty, craftsy fun these days, as I put the finishing touches on my contribution to Brenda Novak's recently completed auction for diabetes research. It's Pam Rosenthal's Sense and Sensuality Gift Basket , a gleaning of the sweet and sexy scents and flavors evoked by certain moments in my romance novels. Moments like... ~ when Joseph, hero of The Bookseller's Daughter , wakes up in Marie-Laure's bed under bunches of herbs hung from the eaves to dry: He sniffed: rosemary and lavender. And something else, spicy as cinnamon, tart as lemon. A woman. The sheets of her bed smelled like her. (Which tiny excerpt is affixed -- with curly ribbon, naturellement -- to a little packet of chocolates, infused with rosemary and lavender, lemon and cinnamon. ~ Or when Phoebe, heroine of Almost a Gentleman , remembers what it was like the first time she kissed David, Earl of Linseley: ...sweet as toffee, heady as tobacco, dark as earth... (The curly...