Butterfly

by Harvey, Kathryn

• ISBN13: 9781596528727
• ISBN10: 1596528729
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2012-05-01
• Publisher: Turner Pub Co

Summary

Above an exclusive men's store on Rodeo Drive there is a private club called Butterfly, where women are free to act out their secret erotic fantasies. Only the most beautiful and powerful women in Beverly Hills are invited to join: Jessica, a lawyer who longs for the days when men were men, and women dressed to please them; Trudie, a builder who wants a man who will challenge her-all of her-with no holds barred; and Linda, a surgeon, who uses masks to unmask the desires she hides even from herself. But the most mysterious of them all is the woman who created Butterfly. She has changed her name, her accent, even her face to hide her true identity. And now she is about to reveal everything to realize the dream that has driven her since childhood-the secret obsession that will carry her beyond ecstasy, or destroy her and everyone around her.

Excerpts

It could have been any island in any green sea in the world. A white villa stood at the top of a sheer cliff, overlooking aquamarine depths and crashing waves. An eighty-foot yacht rode at anchor, its crew in smart uniforms, keeping the boat ready for the whim of the man and woman up on the cliff. There was an exotic swimming pool behind the white villa; a woman swam in it, reveling in the pure air and silence of her retreat. A feast had been set out under a gently flapping canopy: bowls of iced caviar, chilled lobster and crab, fruit frosted in sugar, cheeses imported from all over the globe, four kinds of wine standing in coolers. No one waited in attendance. The two lovers wanted to be alone.
She got out of the marble pool, climbing up the curved white steps and going between two Corinthian pillars to where chaise longues covered in plush velour towels waited in the sun.
She moved languidly. She felt hot and sweet and ready for sex.
She didn’t remove her bathing suit. He would do that for her. Instead she stretched out in the heat and settled her eyes upon the television set that stood in the shade of the striped canopy. It was on. It was always on. She was waiting for something.