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Too Hot Too Bear

At a little over thirty-nine years of age, John Mahon was a handsome man to look at. A little over six feet tall, he was built well, toned from years on the police force, with little fat on his body. He looked like a dark god with his hair shaved against his scalp so that only the dark stubble remained and his dark eyes which seemed to hint at erotic desires whenever women looked his way.

It was all a farce though. Molly knew that well. She remembered the images her mother had shown her of the nice officer she chatted with online for hours shortly after her father left, slamming the door behind him. She remembered how she’d stared at the man with a dreamy look in her own eyes, wishing every once in a while that the man was interested in her rather than her mother.

Now she wished she’d never convinced her mother to see him. He’d been a perfect gentleman when her mother was alive, taking her on dates and sometimes even bringing a gift or two for Molly to enjoy, making both Molly and her mother fall deeper in love with the man.

Then John had asked her mother to marry him, and he’d become Molly’s stepfather. It wasn’t bad at first, but shortly after the wedding, her mother became ill. The doctors claimed it was cancer. Molly couldn’t believe it. Her mother? Cancer? There was just no way. She was a wonderful woman who worked full time and cared for Molly despite the lack of a man in her life for six years.

After her mother’s death, John changed. It wasn’t an overnight change, but it was as if he became bitter being left with a daughter that wasn’t his and took it out on everyone around him.

At first, he only took it out on their dog, Bruno, kicking and yelling at it over and over again, as if Bruno had any control over what had happened to Molly’s mother. When Molly couldn’t take it anymore though, she released Bruno outside without leash or collar, hoping he’d find a family who could love him and care for him.

That was when John turned on her. He never hit her. He wasn’t dumb enough to do that, but he did yell at her. Over and over again. Each day seemed to be worse than the last until she wasn’t sure what was real and what wasn’t.

Already, she believed half the things he said about her.

“You’re so fat, you can’t even get a boyfriend. No one would even want to fuck you, much less marry you, so I’m stuck with you for the rest of my miserable life.”

Molly didn’t think his life was so miserable. He was a police officer. He had respect in his field, the gratitude of his men as well as the families he’d helped over the years.

That changed after her mother’s death too. Shortly after, he started coughing and wheezing. Three doctor’s appointments later he was diagnosed with emphysema. He was put off work at the station and sent home on disability.

“It’s all your fault!” he snarled at her between fits of coughing. “If you weren’t so fat and lazy and got a job, I wouldn’t be working my ass into an early grave!”

There were days when John didn’t even leave his room. Molly had no idea what he did when he didn’t come out and she didn’t care. Those were the days she lived for. It was the only time she didn’t feel like she had to hide and cower from him, hoping he didn’t notice her and start another round of insults aimed her way.

It was no secret she was overweight. She knew it. She didn’t need John’s constant and angry reminders to tell her what she already knew. The mirror told her enough times.

She slouched her shoulders as she looked at her naked form in the mirror. She combed her fingers through her bright red hair. Once upon her time, her hair had been blond, but over the years it had darkened until it was the bright red it was now. If it was anything like her mother’s hair, it was just another phase it was going through. Next it would turn brown before it darkened to black and then lightened to grey or white.

The thought of it made her a little sad. She liked having red hair. The thick locks were dark and luscious. The ends curled into springs. Wet, her hair fell down to the middle of her back and thick enough that she could cover her face and pretend to be Cousin It for a while. On more than one occasion, she had considered the possibility of dressing as Cousin It for Halloween, but that had been a long time before when her mother was still alive and she was young enough to go trick-or-treating.

She looked in the mirror again. Her hair was long and thick enough to hide most of her upper torso when she pulled it over her shoulders to the front, but she wanted a clearer view of herself. With that in mind, she grabbed a fistful of locks and tossed it over her shoulder behind her.

Molly cupped her breasts in her hands. They weren’t like those of most girls her age: small and perky. They were large, overflowing out of her palms on either side. She frowned at them. No one liked boobs the size of hers. It was another thing John liked to yell at her. She would never be anyone’s lover because she was too big, too fat. The breasts in her hands attested to that fact. She wore a double D size bra and even that felt too small sometimes.

Sighing, her hands drifted down over the folds of her body. She wasn’t small in the rest of her body either. She had rolls and folds all over. Thick arms. Thick thighs. Thick everything. Her gaze fell upon her navel. Unless she was looking in the mirror, she couldn’t see it. Nor could she see her toes, which she wriggled now just to watch them. There was a reason she only wore flip flops as soon as it warmed up.

Winter was hard for her. She struggled to put socks on sometimes, more-so if John had just spent the last half hour berating her for her looks.

Her best feature, in her opinion, was her eyes. Big and blue, they didn’t need any makeup to enhance them, so she didn’t wear any. Where would she get some anyway? John didn’t buy anything for her but food—and clothes when she desperately needed them. Even then, he complained that her clothes cost twice as much as his did because of her larger size. It was hard to find a pair of jeans that fit correctly. Even some of the big chain stores didn’t have the sizes she needed, which was one of John’s biggest complaints when they went to buy clothes for her.

Molly leaned closer to the mirror, looking at her eyes. Her face was free of blemishes for once, which pleased her. At least she wouldn’t have to listen to John’s complaints about her having a pizza for a face. What did that even mean anyway? What did it mean if someone was pizza-faced? She’d never had a real big issue with pimples or blackheads, but every time she got a single zit, John roared about it.

Turning away from the full-length mirror, a present from her mother when she turned thirteen, Molly looked over the outfit she’d chosen for that day. Before she went to bed each night, she would carefully pick the outfit she’d wear the next day.


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Her Two Alphas

Dawn hung in the air over the horizon as car after car zoomed past the two vehicles parked on the shoulder oblivious to the goings-on between the vehicles. Officer Ruiz’s fingers curled in the head of wavy blond hair bent over his cock, his eyes narrowed on the full bosom presented to him.

The slick sounds of slurping filled his ears even as a groan emerged from deep in his throat. The woman bent over him, sucking him deep in her throat, certainly knew what she was doing. Her lips, stained brilliant red wrapped around his cock and pulled it deep into her throat, even while her tongue danced around his flesh, stroking against the veins pulsing under his skin.

She moaned, the sound vibrating around him and shooting a tremor of pleasure through his entire body, and he groaned again, his hips bucking forward so that his cock slid further into her mouth.

“Had some practice with this, have you?” he asked, a smirk crossing his face as he looked down at her through hooded eyes. His wedding band rest forgotten on his finger. What was a quick blow job to him? It wasn’t like his wife would notice. She was too busy applying facial masks at night to preserve her skin to notice if he’d had a random woman suck his dick in order to get out of a speeding ticket.

Nicole looked up at him, her blue eyes deeper than the ocean as she caught his gaze and held it, slipping her mouth off his cock and licking the tip with tantalizing teases.

“You like that stud?” she asked. Her voice was black velvet, caressing him with the lightest touch despite the hint of whiskey on her breath. She’d passed the Breathalyzer test, and the moment he mentioned a ticket for speeding, immediately offered to suck his cock in exchange for a warning.

He grinned down at her, his eyes flashing with need as he curled his fingers in her hair and shoved her back onto his cock. “Yes, girl. Now finish me off. I’m close.”

“Oh, I know,” she told him with a chuckle that coaxed his nerves and sent him spiraling a little closer towards the heaven that awaited his release. He growled, shoving her face toward his cock, grateful when her full lips clasped him like a vice grip and she sucked hard. He thrust himself in and out of her mouth, groaning with pure pleasure even as her hands curled into his belt loops for balance.

To Nicole, this was easy to handle. She’d gone down on a guy for less, and hated the taste of the man in her mouth. This time though, she didn’t mind the taste, and she received pleasure from him as he did her. There was also the thrill that came with the possibility of getting caught. How might it look if someone noticed she was sucking a cop’s cock between their cars? She moaned again, pride at her abilities rising up in her chest as she realized he was about to come.

A small smile appeared on her lips and she pulled harder, milking his release when he finally spurted long and hard into her mouth with a loud groan. She swallowed hard several times, riding out the buck of his hips as he finished and withdrew from her mouth. Cum glistened on her lips as she looked up at him with a pleased smirk. He tucked himself back into his pants, straightening his uniform as he looked down at her, content shining in his eyes.

Her tongue darted out of her mouth and lapped at the cum on her lips, drawing it into her mouth. She raised one finger and wiped the rest off before popping her finger into her mouth and sucking it off. His eyes darkened with desire for a moment, but then it was gone, replaced with a satisfied smirk.

“Get off on getting guys off, do you?” he asked.

“You have no idea,” she murmured.

He nodded at her, a curt jerk of his head. “You’re free to go, Miss Marston. Don’t speed again.”

He jotted down a quick note on the notepad he’d sat down on the hood of his squad car before their excursion, tore off the sheet, and handed it to her.

She took it. “Of course not, officer. I wouldn’t dream of it.” She rose to her feet then and with a last grin his direction and a light wave of her hand, slid around the side of her car and into the driver’s seat when there were no cars flying past.

“Well, that’s that,” she said, reaching across the dashboard to open the glove box and shove the warning inside.

Without a backwards glance, Nicole turned her car on and shifted into drive. She put on her signal, aware of the officer still sitting in his car behind her, and slipped out onto the highway again, proud of her narrow escape with the law.

She looked at her reflection in the rearview mirror, pleased with her look. It didn’t appear she’d been out all night, as she had been. Her makeup, which had now been on for about ten hours only needed a quick reapplication to touch it up.

A single glance down told her the state of her outfit demanded a new one before she went clubbing again, but she was pleased with the look overall. The tight black dress looked as if it had been painted on her skin, tight enough that she could see the tight pebbles of her nipples pressed up against the fabric. She laughed aloud, knowing that her thong was still in place despite her usual need for men driving their cocks hard into her pussy each night.

That was the life for Nicole. Drinks, cars, men. It was an un-ending cycle for her. One she never tired of and prayed she never would. It certainly made life interesting for her.

The night before for example. Despite the alcohol in her system, she could remember everything that had occurred.

She’d gone out with the intention of staying out all night. If she found someone to fuck while out, great, but if she didn’t, she’d be happy as long as she had a drink in her hand and good music to dance to.

The music came easy. The DJ played a mix that made her heart pound and her feet move. She had never heard of the DJ before, but from the moment she heard his style, she knew she’d like it.

Drinks were also easy to come by, and not once did she have to buy her own. Thanks to the dress she wore, which hitched up high on her hips so that the smallest bend at her waist left little to the imagination as men noted her lacy thong and more.

With her ass pressed against men’s groins, grinding to the beat of every song, Nicole had enjoyed her night at the club. She usually did, but last night had sent a new fire in her soul. On more than one occasion the men she’d danced with had slipped their hands up her dress, curled around the material of her thong and slid inside her, working her as she danced to the music.

To read the full story of Nicole’s adventure, visit Amazon and look for “Her Two Alphas“.

A Beast In Bed

Her phone rang while she was taking a shower, so she didn’t answer it. Jessica heard it ring, and her first thoughts were: “Shoot. I just got in.” Then she shrugged and let it ring. If it was important, whoever it was would leave a message.

Even still, she counted each ring, remembering what her mother might have said about the situation. She practiced Wicca and saw meaning in everything. According to her mother, there was no such thing as coincidences. She didn’t know if she believed that herself, but she still counted the number of times her phone rang, so maybe she did share some of her mother’s beliefs.

Seven times. Seven is a lucky number to some. Maybe it will be for me as well.

She washed the soap from her hair before slathering her scrubber with body wash. She lathered her body and rinsed as fast as she could when she heard her phone beep. Whether from the missed call or a voicemail, she didn’t know.

Please don’t be Pia, she thought.

She loved her best friend. She really did, but sometimes it felt like Pia was worrying about nothing. Not that she could blame her. Ever since she’d married Matt and had her twin boys, Will and Luke, she hadn’t had a chance to really breathe.

Jessica chuckled as she thought about the twins. At nine months, the boys were already proving what kind of terrors they could be when they got older. Crawling around on their own now, Will was even threatening to start walking soon.

“He’ll never walk,” Matt would tease. “Have you seen them crawl? I’m telling you, once they learn to stand, they’ll never walk anywhere. They’ll be running around trying to convince us that they need to climb every tree or rock and cross every stream they see in front of them.”

Jessica believed him. When she’d first met the man, it had been hard to believe how fast Pia had fallen for him. He certainly wasn’t like any man Jessica had ever dated. He was big, hairy and too nice to ever fall for a girl like herself. However, the moment he looked at Pia, his gaze softened and Jessica knew she needn’t worry about her friend.

She had no idea who had fallen in love with whom first—Pia or Matt—but it was evident they were, in fact, in love. Then, ten months after they met, they greeted two baby boys who Jessica had fallen in love with the moment she’d laid her eyes on them.

Pia and Matt weren’t married, but that didn’t matter. Nothing would tear them apart. The twins were proof of that. Still, it was hard to believe how quickly things had happened between Matt and Pia when she had never shown any interest in men before.

In a way, Jessica envied it. Once, last summer, she even thought she’d found the same kind of love that Pia and Matt had, but then the man she’d been interested in disappeared without a word, and she’d never heard from him again.

No, she scolded herself. Don’t think about that. He’s gone, and you’re better off without him.

Does the mysterious man come back into Jessica’s life? To discover more, buy A Beast In Bed at Amazon.

While it is a stand-alone story, A Beast In Bed builds on some of the characters introduced in my first Paranormal erotica, Bearing The Cold.

Bearing The Cold

“You need to find a man this Christmas.” Pia Swain knew the comment was aimed at her. She was the only one of the three women sitting at the booth of the local bar and grill without a partner. Jessica, the blond woman who had made the remark, stared at Pia over the rim of her glass, the yellow orange mixture of her screwdriver making her green eyes pop. Jessica was a horrible flirt and seemed to date a new man every week, something Pia had no desire to do.

Beside her, Erin nodded in agreement. Erin, married with a little boy, looked savvier than either Jessica or Pia in her blouse and skirt. With her brown hair piled atop her head in a bun and her manicured nails, one would think she was a business woman rather than an elementary school teacher.

“Here we go,” Pia said under her breath. She loved her friends. She loved them dearly. She loved them even more since her father died and she’d been left alone to fend for herself. They made sure she ate and shopped for groceries and had some semblance of a life.

Over the past two years, as her father’s health had taken a turn for the worse, Pia Swain had become a recluse, never leaving her father’s house except to shop for groceries when either he or her friends told her to or to meet with her agent, Randy, about her upcoming book. That never stopped her friends from assuming she needed someone in her life.

Poor Randy had been their first target until they discovered his tastes ran towards those of his own gender, but that hadn’t stopped them since. They assumed Pia was never leaving her house because she was lonely and didn’t want to admit it.

Sometimes, Pia wondered how clueless her friends were.

Jessica was just getting started. “Yeah!” she exclaimed as if a new idea had just popped into her head. They both knew that wasn’t the case. She always pondered her ideas before she said them aloud in an attempt not to look stupid. “I know a single fireman—”

“Oh, a fire-man,” Pia said in mock enthusiasm.

Jessica waved her off as if she hadn’t spoken. “Can it smartass,” Erin said. “I want to hear more.”

So Pia sat back in the booth and drank her own mixed drink, some fruity thing she’d let Jessica order for her because she was usually a hard liquor kind of girl and didn’t know a thing about mixed drinks. She sighed as Jessica talked about how dreamy this guy was while Erin sat with her head resting against her palm, entranced in Jessica’s every word.

When Jessica had finished and was looking at Pia as if awaiting her reply, Pia frowned, her hands gesturing at herself with a sigh. “Girls, look at me. Really look.”

Both of her friends gave her the once-over, taking in the sweater dress that reached down to her mid-thigh and leggings she wore tucked into fake Uggs. “What are we looking at?” Jessica asked.

Pia sighed again, downing the rest of the fruity drink in her glass and wincing as it left a sour taste in her mouth. What she wouldn’t give for a shot of whiskey.

“Erin, you’re tall and smart: beautiful. Jessica, you’re tall and blond: gorgeous,” Pia said, gesturing to her with her hands. “Me? I am short with a bad attitude.”

To read more about Pia’s bad attitude, buy Bearing The Cold at Amazon.

Amy’s Show

Amy couldn’t stop checking her iPhone anxiously every five minutes. She was running out of time to get things done and she was starting to fret. It was imperative that everything was perfect tonight. It wasn’t every day that her sexy, hardworking boyfriend Josh turned thirty!

She had spent the entire day cleaning the apartment, in-between waxing her legs and waiting for her tan to dry. She’d also found time to make lasagne and buy a six pack of Josh’s favourite beer. The dinner table had been moved to right in front of the TV where she had hooked up the hard drive full of all of Josh’s favourite shows. It had taken a long time too! Amy hated dealing with technology; she preferred to leave it all up to Josh.

While being a domestic goddess she had somehow managed to apply makeup, style her hair and wriggle into her expensive French lingerie; the black and purple number he had bought her last Christmas. Over the top she was wearing a blue dress that showed off her teeny tiny waist and generous curves. Her legs were as smooth and soft as they had ever been and she’d even managed to get them to have that subtly shiny look the women always had in razor advertisements.

Tonight was all about Josh and whatever Josh wanted, but she had a little surprise in mind too.

Josh sat in his office, waiting for the clock to tell him to go home, feeling pretty glum about turning thirty. He was starting to think that maybe his best years were already behind him and from here on out his life would feel like one milestone after the other on the ultimate path to death. It was a cheery sort of thing to think about.

A part of Josh hoped that going home to Amy would make him feel better about the occasion but another part wanted to avoid going home at all. Amy was sure to be making a big deal out of this. She had probably invited his entire family over for dinner, as well as all of their closest friends. He would be expected to smile and laugh and nod graciously at all their well wishes while secretly hating himself on the inside.

Josh couldn’t be blamed for being concerned either. Amy had a habit of going all out on special occasions. The parties were always too big and too loud with too many people, not to mention the expense. Josh was a homebody while Amy liked to get out and be part of the scene. Usually it worked out fine, except on birthdays, when one was bound to over or under whelm the other.

Finally the office started packing up for the evening and Josh grabbed his briefcase and headed to the train. But on the way to the platform Josh paused, standing outside his favourite bar for after work drinks. After a moment of hesitation he decided to head inside and buy himself a couple of birthday rounds.

A couple of birthday rounds are a terrible idea when you’re already feeling shit about your birthday. Two rounds quickly became five and within the hour Josh was well and truly intoxicated. Not ordinarily much of a talker, he could be found deeply engaged in conversation with the bar tender, discussing the meaning of his life.

To read more about Amy’s Show for Josh, visit Amazon.

An Autumn’s Day

Marsha sighed contently as she inhaled deeply, the briskness of the autumn air searing the insides of her nostrils with its cool crispness. Marsha absolutely adored this time of year, preferring its brisk temperatures and kaleidoscope of red, yellow and gold to the sweat filled days of summer. Within the past week, the summer had finally given up its hold in the face of autumn’s persistent claim and Marsha had welcomed the seasonal change with open arms. She had always shied away from lingering outdoors during the sweltering days of the summertime but once this particular work week had drawn to a close she had decided to spend as much of the weekend as she could far from the inside of her bottom floor apartment.

Marsha leaned back against the weathered wood of the park bench she had strolled by earlier that morning during her foray into nearby Lover’s Cove Park. She had spent most the day meandering through the winding trails and past the park’s secluded groves, aptly named in lieu of the numerous couples she had seen cuddled up next to each other upon park benches or wrapped tightly within each other’s arms as they lay together on picnic blankets. Marsha smiled wistfully at a couple further up the trail from where she was sitting, their intimate embrace and inability to pull their gazes away from each other a bittersweet sight for Marsha to see. Her last relationship had ended in tears and regret; six years of what she had thought would be a prelude for many more to come leaving her bereft and alone. Over the past handful of weeks however Marsha had rallied her fractured self-respect and had made more of an attempt to enjoy the world outside of the admittedly melancholic thoughts that had recently taken over her mind.

Marsha sighed and squeezed her light blue eyes tightly shut as she willed her thoughts away from the hurtful memories of Kendra. The young lovers’ intertwined arms and the way in which the woman laid her head upon the young man’s shoulder reminding Marsha of how much Kendra had loved to wrap her arms and legs tightly around her torso so that the warmth of her body and the sweet perfume of her sleek black hair would waft around her, Marsha’s heart thumping happily and a smile spreading her lips wide as Kendra rested her cheek contently against her chest. With a strangled groan Marsha stood up abruptly, her fingers digging into the clenched palms of her hands as she hurried away into the beckoning trees, her feet falling upon a trail that she had yet to explore in her desire, right or wrong, to distance herself from the happy couple disappearing behind her.


To read the remainder of Marsha’s experience in Lover’s Cove Park, visit An Autumn’s Day at Amazon.


“Caren! I need that paperwork faxed over to the Davidsons’ office immediately.”

“As you wish, Mr. Norton.” Caren Archer never had an issue waiting on Brett Norton hand and foot since it was such an envied job among the other female employees that worked on his floor. Not only was he the most dedicated, hardworking businessman; he was the best eye candy a secretary could ask for. She felt gifted to be graced with his gorgeous body in the long hours the position required because she hoped that one day all of her achievements would be noticed by him.

Brett Norton was the untouchable thirty-six year old SEO to a tech company that barely gave the girls in the office the time of day. At first, many thought he was gay because his attention would mainly be on the men on the floor, but everyone soon found out that he was just focused on prospering in his career. One would think that he would be the type to lose his cool if things didn’t go his way, but he was oddly collected and calm when it came to stressful situations. Many wondered how a man of his status could stay content and balanced even with all the responsibilities on him constantly, but he handled everything without breaking a sweat.

While Caren gathered the files for Mr. Norton, she watched him move around his office with an air of sophistication, trying to grasp how he was able to work the hours he did and still remain looking gorgeous as ever. She often found herself staring at his captivating chocolate eyes and imagined how touching his sun-kissed skin would feel, but she knew to keep everything professional, regardless of the way her fantasies ran wild the minute he came into view. No matter how bad she wanted him to see her as more than just his assistant, she was too shy and reserved to act on her desires.

Aside from that fact, Caren didn’t have much of an issue showing off her curvy build in tight pencil skirts or her busty chest, which she made sure to keep her blouses unbuttoned enough for her cleavage to show. She knew she was blessed with her mother’s genes and she wasn’t afraid to flaunt every now and then, but her main focus was always on her job duties so that she was always better than the day before; a trait that Mr. Norton often noted that he admired in her. Only today, she wasn’t feeling as up to par as usual and it was beginning to take a toll on her work performance.

Recently, her attendance had been more necessary for Mr. Norton because he was in between two clients that he wanted to have for his company and he was willing to do just about anything to get their respective business, even if it meant overworking Caren to an extent she wasn’t expecting. He explained to her during her interview that he would need her to be available at all times since his position was very demanding and she understood that without a problem, but she didn’t think that would mean her job duties would cut into her much needed sleeping hours as well. It had been three weeks and she had only banked around twenty hours of sleep all together, but she was terrified of what he would think of her if she mentioned that she needed a break.

“Caren!” Mr. Norton slammed his hand against the wall of the copy room and caused her to jump back, which also makes the papers in her hands fall around her. “I told you I needed that paperwork faxed almost ten minutes ago!”

Flustered, she gathered the forms up from the floor, trying her best to organize them in a small amount of time, and turned to him with a sullen expression. “My apologies, Mr. Norton.” She pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and smoothed out her skirt. “It won’t happen again.”

He didn’t say anything else to her as he acknowledged her statement and left without a word, leaving her standing there with a puzzled expression on her face. That was the thing with Brett Norton as well; he never commented back to his employees after his demand was heard. Other than being intimidating, it was a trait that made him all the more mysterious and attracting; a lose but a win. Just when Caren thought her chance to impress him was going to happen, something always knocked her ten steps back, and it seemed impossible to ever leave her mark on him.


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Just One Kiss

Adam brushed his hand softly across the curve of Bethany’s belly before pressing his left ear gently against her taut skin, a contented smile spreading her pretty pink lips apart as she watched him. His fingers were so gentle against her abdomen as he spread them wide, the mingled reactions of both wonder and nervousness surfacing in the depths of dark eyes as he stared down at the telltale bump of her belly. “It’s absolutely amazing..I mean, I don’t even really know what to say..” Bethany laughed softly and reached her left hand down in order to run it through his chestnut curls, the likes of which she had finally convinced him to let grow past his ears. She twined her fingers through his curly locks and murmured gently, “I know Adam, I can barely put into words my feelings about the whole experience myself. It’s both wondrous and admittedly nerve wracking at the same time, but I’m so happy you’re the one I have to share it with.”

Adam glanced upward towards her, a happy smile mirroring her own as he pressed his lips carefully into the roundness of her belly. The past two months had been a whirlwind of new experiences with the middle of the third month seeing a significant physical change occur within Bethany, a scrambling of sorts to grow accustomed to her new body and to immerse themselves within the information that all new parents must, or at the very least, attempt to understand. Bethany had been in tears when she had first confirmed her impending pregnancy, anticipation and apprehension warring inside of her when she had approached Adam once he had arrived home from work. Adam had collapsed into their couch in a surprised daze, but the giddy smile that had promptly spread across his face had wiped away the tears streaming down her cheeks and assuaged the worry that had been warring inside of her. Adam had warmly embraced her, and in the weeks that had followed had joined her in her attempt to prepare themselves the significant changes to come and that had already begun.

Adam nuzzled his face gently against her stomach, the tickle of his five o’clock shadow causing Bethany to squirm as she attempted to suppress the laughter that was determined to emerge from her mouth. Adam smiled mischievously at her reaction to his tickling touch, his arms draped gently over her as he sprawled out between her legs atop their bed. He had carefully positioned a multitude of pillows around her and despite Bethany’s reassurances that two was more than enough she had to admit to herself that the comfort they brought helped to shift her train of thought into a much more different direction. As Adam made a move as if to leave their bed and gently said, “I leave you alone so you can rest,” Bethany tightened her hands within his hair and murmured softly, “Please don’t leave, I’d be much happier if you stayed…” Adam started at the heated look in Bethany’s hazel hued eyes, the verbal answer he had started to say dying away within his throat as Bethany’s lips parted in a wordless plea and she tugged harder at his curls.


For the complete story, follow the link for Just One Kiss at Amazon.

The Golden Mask

Emmeline DuPont wasn’t the kind of girl that cared much for the lavish lifestyle she was born into, but she kept that fact away from her parents as she had no choice but to follow their commands. She didn’t understand what was so grand about living a life of being stared at or placed on a higher pedestal than the rest of the world below their Château, but being the richest family in Baccarat, France, it couldn’t be helped. Her entire life had been planned by her family, who didn’t believe in anything but the best for their daughter, so at the moment she was being waited on hand and foot by her personal servants that attended to her in her room.

She was fretting around her room, pacing the floor, both wanting to disappear so she wouldn’t have to go to the ball and anticipating if she was going to find someone to spend her life with tonight. Her mother and father decided that since she was coming into the age of consent, she needed to find a husband and have children to pass on her family’s wealth to. The theme of the ball was a masquerade so she could make her debut in the comfort of wearing a mask, but Emmeline was concerned about the status of the other masked attendants. “How will I get to know my suitors if they are all in costume?”

Madame DuPont was placing the brush that had been passed down from generations before on her daughter’s night table and scrunched her nose at how unorganized it was. “Why are you worrying about that? This is for the best.”

Emmeline wanted to believe her mother, but something inside was telling her that something was going to go wrong with this entire ordeal. She wanted to please her parents’ wishes, but it was nearly impossible for her to be able to handle this kind of social event with her ever increasing anxiety. Usually she would just cure her anxiousness with the food of her choice, but her parents found that highly unladylike and unattractive, so she made sure they weren’t around when indulged in the delicacies of the kitchen. Even now, just talking to her mother, was making her want to dive into the dessert cart outside her room door.

“What do you expect to accomplish with the masks? Isn’t the point of this ball for me to find a man worthy becoming my husband?” She continued to pace the floor, thinking about the dessert cart so calm her nerves, and then turned back to her mother with confusion written on her face when she didn’t answer her right away. “Well, isn’t it?”

Sighing, Madam DuPont stood up and walked over to her daughter with the grace Emmeline had always wished she could achieve. Kissing her forehead, Madame DuPont spoke softly into her daughter’s hair, “This tactic will ensure that you marry for love and substance, rather than a pretty face.”

The idea of the concept did in face intrigue her, but still, her parents were picky about the kind of man she was going to marry, more or less meaning how much money his parents had. “What about their wealth? How will I know who has more to offer?”


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Three’s Company

Stephanie watched as the dark haired beauty slinked towards her, the red of her lips and the sway of her hips were a mesmerizing combination that she found herself unwilling to look away from. She had always found something fascinating about Bianca, a connection that had formed the instant they had first met. She had been a friendly acquaintance of Christopher’s before they had joined together as a couple and had officially met one afternoon when they had been out together for a late lunch. Bianca had been walking past them unaware of their presences until Christopher had called out to her, and the moment she had approached their table with a sweetly sincere smile upon her face, Stephanie had felt a quickening inside of herself, an instinctual pull towards her. The three had enjoyed a friendly lunch together and had planned on meeting up later that weekend for a night out together in the well-loved downtown of the city they all called home.

The soft glow of the bedroom lamps suffused Bianca’s skin with a caramel glow, blending in beautifully with the deep brown of her waist length curls as she crawled towards her. Stephanie’s heart thumped excitedly within her chest as Bianca reached out her left hand and gently ran her fingers back and forth across her flushed cheek, her grey coloured eyes widening as she glanced over at her husband. Christopher smiled at, his almond shaped eyes glinting with rousing desire as he watched Bianca touching his wife. He ran his right hand excitedly through his black shaggy hair, brushing it back behind an ear before eagerly leaning forward as he watched them. Stephanie had met Christopher two years back when she had finally found the time to take a vacation for herself.

She had chosen Japan without a second thought, a country she had been interested in at an early age. Once there she had ran into Christopher at a local cafe, her excitement had meeting another traveller prompting her to find out more about his background. He had been born outside of Japan but had family members still living there that he had always had the desire to meet. They had talked for what felt like hours in that cosy cafe in a new city they were both not familiar with, and to Stephanie’s delight Christopher had kept in contact with her even after they had gone separate ways when the cafe had closed. Their connection had only grown more intimate with the passage of time and before long they had pledged their dedication to each other by becoming husband and wife.

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