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Open your mouth and prepare to taste the delectable A Slice of Sin, the first in a series of anthologies. These savory erotic stories are a sensory feast and are guaranteed to make your mouth water and leave you needing a little privacy… or an audience.
Women drive these stories, taking the lead in sex, pushing the boundaries of their experience, and always enjoying themselves. Discover how these women satisfy their desires; in 13 perfectly bite-size stories of lust and intimacy that will seduce you and keep you coming back again and again, for just another taste. From stories of casual sex to stories of the intimacy and enduring passion of established couples, these stories will whet your appetite and satisfy your cravings (and maybe leave you with some new ones…). |
Excerpt
I hadn’t been standing there long when a gin and tonic I didn’t order arrived at our table. On the napkin was scrawled “Murphy,” nothing else. I stopped the waiter as he started to walk away.
“I’m sorry, I won’t be accepting this.”
“Oh come on,” Amy complained. “For once, just accept the damn drink. Who’s it from?”
The waiter pointed. Standing at the foot of the gangplank was the smile I’d been thinking about for the last hour. Dark hair fell into eyes distinguished by deep laugh lines. When he saw me look over he straightened, lifted his glass, and drank to me. Those green eyes never left mine. Oh hell, and why not? I hadn’t bothered with men since my last breakup, and that had been sometime last year. And it felt good to feel desired.
“Think you can do without me for a while, ladies?”
Sarah looked over. “Him? Jesus, he looks like he wants to swallow you whole.”
“If anyone does any swallowing, I doubt it’ll be him.”
I picked up the glass and its napkin, put a sultry sway in my hips, and walked over. I watched him watch me as I walked right on past him and up the gangplank, back onto the ship. I felt his gaze hot on the back of my neck and in the tingle of my thighs. His footsteps were soft behind me as I went aft and took up position by the rail. Only a few people remained on board, and back here all was quiet. I leaned against the rail, looking out at the lights of the West Seattle peninsula.
“Lovely view,” he said behind me and I turned.
“You must be Murry.”
“Is my handwriting that bad?”
“Not particularly. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Murphy.”
“Likewise, Miss…”
“Miranda Minh.”
“Murphy and Miranda. It has a nice ring to it.” He took my hand and raised it to his mouth. His lips brushed my fingers, his warm breath ghosting over my skin. Again he refused to drop his gaze and I saw something in it that would eagerly devour me. And I would have been happy to let it.
“Where’s your date?” I asked.
“What date?”
“Diane’s book is geared toward a more…female demographic. I can’t imagine you came on your own.”
“Hey, it’s a party on a century-old schooner and a book about ships. How could I resist?”
“Yeah, but it’s kind of a romance.”
Murphy shrugged. “Even I had a bit of a crush on James Mason as Nemo when I was a kid.” He leaned in. “Is this your way of asking if I’m seeing anyone?”
“Of course not. I’ve only just met you.”
“And I don’t need to ask if you’re seeing anyone.”
“Oh?”
“Any man who leaves you hanging when you walk out the door looking this incredible is an ass.”
“Keep laying on the flattery and I’ll start thinking you’re after something.”
“Aren’t we both?”
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