Holiday on Thames

is a personalized novel that takes the starring couple on a pampered journey along a portion of the 215-mile long River Thames in England's countryside.
    They visit picturesque towns and tourist highlights including Windsor Castle; Henley-on-Thames, site of the annual royal racing regatta; Hurley and its boat building tradition; sleepy Marlow; Oakley Court Hotel, where "The Rocky Horror Picture Show" was filmed; the magnificent Hampton Court Palace, and Runnymede, where the Magna Carta document was signed in 1215.
    Along the way, they’ll sip champagne in the on-board hot tub and dine on luscious, elegant meals. A little history lesson, a couple of outrageous gal pals, a little mischief and a lot of passion pepper the plot to its climax.

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WILD excerpt

All excerpts in this column are done in the "WILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
From Holiday on Thames, when our couple are out walking and have just said goodbye to a couple of shipmates:

    John and Ann laughed, and Ann took a couple of pictures of Elbert and Trixx as they walked away hand in hand. When Ann was sure the couple was out of earshot, she said in a hushed voice, “There’s something kind of sweet about those two.”
     “And weird at the same time,” John pointed out as he and she began to walk along the stream bed. “But you can see they care for each other, in a kind of pick-on-each-other kind of way.”
     “It seems to work for them.”
     “I know something that will work for me,” John said as he slid his hand onto Ann’s bottom and gave it a squeeze.
     She grabbed his hand and pulled him along, saying, “You bad boy. There goes that one-track mind again.”
     “Oh, I can be badder,” John responded, picking up the pace so they entered a small, thick grove of trees growing along the fence line. Once they were hidden from view, he stopped and swept Ann into his arms, kissing her full on the lips.
     “Umm,” she hummed as their embrace continued.
     His arms pulled her closer, one of his hands on her back and the other lower. His fingers spread over the pockets of her shorts, and he pushed his pelvis against hers.
     Ann could feel how big and bad he could be. Pulling back slightly, she asked, “What’s gotten into you?”
     “I don’t know,” he replied, “but you’ve got something I’d like to get into.” He deftly inched his fingers inside the waist line of her shorts and panties.
     “Now Darling,” she said, “You know there are people walking all around here.”
     “They can’t see us behind these trees.” He nibbled at her neck and lowered his other hand so it kept her hips pressed to his. The feel of her smooth skin was flaming his desire.
     “You are such a man,” Ann stated in a tone that at once accused him of only having one thing on his mind but also complimented his masculinity. “Such a manly man.”
     He massaged her with both hands. “And you are such a woman, the only woman for me, I will add.”
     The words hit her just right. The feel of his body against hers, and the sensual kneading brought a release in her resistance. She, too, felt a desire building, and felt herself letting go. Her lips pressed against his neck, and the smell she’d grown to know as his, Eternity, flamed her passion even more. Gently she kissed his skin. Her hands now got into the act as she moved them down his sides to his middle then to the area outside his zipper. The bulge there prompted her to ask, “What have you got going here?” She caressed him through the material.
     “That must be my arrowhead.”
     “Oh, really?” she said with a smile. “It sure seems to be on a long shaft.”
     John chuckled. “And looking for a target.”
     Ann moved her fingers over his “weapon.” “Need any help aiming it?” she said with a smile.
     “Oh, Honey Bunny, it’s all aimed and ready to go. You want to pull back the bow and launch it?”
     Ann looked into his hazel eyes and said, “Is that what you want me to do with it? is the question.”
     “I saw you shoot that crossbow. I know what I want you to do with my arrowhead.” He pulled his hand from the back of her shorts and moved it to the front, placing his palm over where he wanted to be. “This is such a lovely spot, a perfect target.” He kissed her blonde hair, and a whiff of her fragrance, Tresor, filled his nose. “You, the sweet smell of you mixed with the earthy smell of this spot is driving me crazy.”
     “Yeah,” she said while her finger aptly unclasped his belt and popped the snap on his pants. “Crazy fun.” She tugged the zipper down and quickly eased her hand along his belly.
     “Crazy fun,” John repeated, then repeated the process on her, going a step further by easing her shorts over her hips. “Oooh,” he uttered as his fingertips slid along her flesh.
     Ann was losing almost all of her inhibitions, but was prompted to say, “If we get caught, you bad boy, I’m going to have to give you a whipping.”
     “Is that supposed to make me stop?”
     “Not really,” she said as she fully grasped his now freed object of her attention, “just hurry.”

MILD excerpt

All excerpts in this column are done in the "MILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.
From Holiday on Thames, when our couple are out walking and have just said goodbye to a couple of shipmates:

    John and Ann laughed, and Ann took a couple of pictures of Trixx and Elbert as they walked away hand in hand. When Ann was sure the couple was out of earshot, she said in a hushed voice, “There’s something kind of sweet about those two.”
     “And weird at the same time,” John pointed out as he and she began to walk along the stream bed. “But you can see they care for each other, in a kind of pick-on-each-other kind of way.”
     “It seems to work for them.”
     “I know something that will work for me,” John said as he slid his hand onto Ann’s bottom and gave it a squeeze.
     She grabbed his hand and pulled him along, saying, “You bad boy. There goes that one-track mind again.”
     “Oh, I can be badder,” John responded, picking up the pace so they entered a small, thick grove of trees growing along the fence line. Once they were hidden from view, he stopped and swept Ann into his arms, kissing her full on the lips.
     “Umm,” she hummed as their embrace continued.
     John pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her.
     Ann pulled back slightly and asked, “What’s gotten into you?”
     “I don’t know?” he replied, “It must be this British air. Or just getting away from Yorkville. You know we are on vacation.” He kissed her harder.
     “Now Darling,” she said, “Be careful. You know there are people walking all around here.”
     “They can’t see us behind these trees.” He nibbled at her neck.
     “You are such a man,” Ann stated in a tone that at once accused him of only having one thing on his mind but also complimented his masculinity. “Such a manly man.”
     He massaged her back muscles. “And you are such a woman, the only woman for me, I will add.”
     The words hit Ann just right, and she kissed him this time. At first she kissed his lips, then his cheek, then is neck, where the smell she’d grown to know as his, Eternity, flamed her passion.
     “That feels so good,” John said.
     “You smell so good,” Ann replied.
     “This is such a lovely place,” he said. He kissed her blonde hair, and a whiff of her fragrance, Tresor, filled his nose. “You, the sweet smell of you mixed with the earthy smell of his spot is driving me crazy.
     “Yeah, I know,” she said. “It’s making me want you. Makes me want to have crazy fun.”
     “Crazy fun,” John repeated, then kissed her again.
     “Oooooh,” Ann uttered then broke away to say, “that feels so good, but If we get caught, you bad boy, I’m going to have to give you a whipping.”
     “Is that supposed to make me stop?”
     “Not really,” she laughed.