Natalie revealed her true desires and Tanner craved her even more.
Can Natalie deal with it?
“The intensity of what Natalie had experienced was beyond description. She no longer needed to voice her need to submit; she understood now. Natalie wanted Tanner so completely, that everything he did only made her want more.”
Tanner crosses new boundaries with his wife.
The craving was so powerful it would either be his undoing or the path to eternal love. Never considering himself a romantic, he certainly had become one under Natalie’s tutelage.
Whispered Confessions, 11th book in the Touched By You series, is a romantic tale that takes place in São Paulo, Brazil. Touched By You is a unique love story, with full character development and added intrigue from the billionaire’s life, that will make each book in the series hard to put down.
Overall I rated this book and author five stars. They have earned it. Hope for the next one soon? Yes! Amazon Customer
I loved this book! It showed Tanner’s vulnerability and fears as well as his softer side! I love how Natalie deals with tanner’s moods and submits to him. This truly is a very intimate and wonderful love story! Emily has really written an awesome story and I am really going to be sad when this series ends. Susan G.
Jazzy’s French bistro was humming the night Natalie arrived for dinner. Her sister spotted her and excused herself. The customers she had been chatting with smiled and nodded. Jazzy went to the front of the restaurant.
“Natty,” she said, giving her a big hug.
Natalie was glad to see her. Jazzy looked stylish, wearing a black-on-white flocked skirt with a long-sleeved blouse. Her black high-heeled, ankle boots completed the look. Whatever fashions she chose looked chic on her. Her long brown hair had been flat-ironed, so it was straight and shiny, making her look several years younger.
“Let’s sit. Will Tanner be here soon?”
“Yes, he’s meeting me here.”
“Okay, Ellis is getting the kitchen covered so he can join us. He’s prepared a special dish for you.”
“Everything he prepares is special.” Natalie noticed her sister looked paler than normal, and thought maybe she was working too much, knowing that both Jazzy and Ellis were at the bistro long hours. “How’s it going here?”
“Oh, good, good. Ellis is an amazing chef, as you know. We’ve been getting some good write-ups in the paper. I think it’s bringing in more business.”
“Looks like it. It’s still early and it’s really filling up.”
Jazzy leaned closer, and in a low voice said, “Natty, I want to tell you something while we are alone.”
“Sure, honey, what is it?” By the look on her sister’s face, it wasn’t good news.
“We are having trouble. I mean I’m having trouble getting pregnant. We’ve been trying and trying but it’s not working.”
“Did you see the doctor?”
“Yes, and she says it’s a hormone imbalance. I never knew you could get that from taking the pill, but I guess you can. She thinks that is what it might be.”
“Well, then, you can fix it.”
“Maybe. I’ve been taking what she prescribes, watching my diet, everything, and it’s still not helping.”
“Is she sure that’s what it is?”
“Well, it could be other things; stress, for one.”
“I’m sure worrying about it doesn’t help.”
“No, that’s true. I’m trying to stay relaxed but it’s hard. I want a baby so badly, and I don’t want to disappoint Ellis.”
“He will understand. Ellis loves you.”
“Yes, he does. And he does understand. But I’m still concerned. What if I can’t have a baby, Natty…ever?”
“I wouldn’t assume that. Can you try other things? Reduce stress? It must be a strain working so many hours here.”
“I like it, though. I love the restaurant, and we are really starting to make it. It’s our future. But Ellis has been sending me home more often. I hope Paul will be here with him soon; maybe he will give notice at Artisan. For now Ellis says he can handle it here. But I feel useless just sitting at home. I don’t know if that’s helping. It might be worse. Then all I do is worry. At least here the customers take my mind off of everything.”
Natalie felt so bad for her sister. Jazzy would make a wonderful mother, and she wanted it so much. It didn’t seem fair. “Give it more time. Maybe you can get your hormones balanced again, and you will get pregnant.”
“I hope you are right.”
Ellis walked up to the table and slid into the chair next to Jazmin. “How are my two favorite ladies?” He put his arm around his wife and kissed her cheek. Natalie shifted in her seat. Now knowing about their issue, she empathized with them.
“Good to see you, Ellis,” Natalie said. Over six feet, very fit, with striking blue eyes and brown hair, Ellis was handsome. He’d removed his chef’s coat and wore a beige dress shirt with dark slacks.
“And Tanner will be here soon. I’m so glad you can join us,” Jazmin said, looking at Ellis, and it was a look of love if Natalie had ever witnessed one.
“Wait until you see what I have prepared for you,” Ellis said with a gleam in his eye, but Natalie thought he seemed a bit more protective towards his wife. He kept his arm around her, and had a mild look of concern despite his pretended good cheer.
“So, you saved a place for me.” Tanner had found them. He was still dressed in his business attire, and Natalie had to admit he looked sexy and powerful in his Armani suit. Taking his jacket off and loosening his tie, he sat down. Taking Natalie’s hand, he kissed it. “What have you got to drink?”
Ellis handed him the wine list. “Take a look. I’ll be right back. I have to check on the food.”
“You look nice,” Tanner said to Natalie, ignoring the wine list for the moment. She’d worn the black onyx and diamond butterfly necklace he’d given her so long ago. It was special, and wearing it reminded her of the joy they shared. “I like that dress.” He pulled her to him and kissed her, paying no attention to Jazzy, grinning.
Tanner chose a 2009 Sea Smoke Cellars Pinot Noir, after checking to see what Ellis had planned for the meal. The wine was served, just the right temperature. They sipped their wine and enjoyed reed-thin breadsticks and olives until dinner was served. Tanner described the wine as oaky, and Natalie had to agree. She could smell its smoky aroma.
The waiter served the meal Ellis had prepared. It was salmon dijonnaise, a filet baked in mustard, citrus, and tarragon, accompanied with baby vegetables in butter sauce and red potatoes. Natalie had eaten many dishes Ellis had prepared over the years. In fact, he’d helped her cook when they were in high school together, giving her easy tips and suggestions.
After attending chef’s school and working in New York, first as sous chef then as the chef of his own restaurant, his skill had developed. Natalie was impressed. “What did you do to this food?”
“You like it?” Ellis beamed, still chewing.
“Mmm,” Natalie mumbled, swallowing her food. “It’s delicious. It melts in my mouth.”
Tanner agreed, and held up his glass to toast the chef. Jazzy kept grinning, and couldn’t take her eyes off her charming husband.
Though the dinner was filling, Ellis didn’t let them leave without dessert. He had the waiter serve crème brûlée—creamy vanilla custard with a thin, brittle topping of caramelized sugar. It was so good Natalie finished hers, as did everyone else. They finished with tiny cups of espresso.
It was a memorable meal, all the more so since they were all together. With everyone’s busy schedule, that didn’t happen as often as Natalie would like. “I’ll call you,” she said, hugging her sister goodbye. She really hoped Jazzy would have good news soon.
On the way home, Natalie settled against Tanner in the back of the limo. They talked about dinner, family, and work, catching up with each other as if they’d been apart for weeks instead of hours.
“As a point of interest, my stepmother is now dating Pierre Clarins. Anything he does is newsworthy, considering he’s a bachelor and worth a fortune. Aaron emailed some magazine articles to me.”
“Clarins? Didn’t he take over Clarins Fine Watches when his father passed away?”
“Exactly. In fact, William did business with his father. I remember him. That’s how Gabriella met him; they knew each other through Clarke Luxury.”
“Yes, very. She’s does gravitate to the money. I’ll give her that.” Tanner smirked, and Natalie shook her head.
She was just glad Gabriella wasn’t around causing trouble for Tanner anymore. She didn’t know Pierre Clarins; had only seen pictures. But she hoped he knew what he was getting into. Although it was doubtful he did. If you didn’t know her, Gabriella could be very charming, and did look awfully good for her age.
“Oh well. I guess it’s not our business,” Natalie said.
“No, and I have no interest in making it so.”