So for today, I’m going to talk to you about something else – Fantasies, and the opportunity to live them out.

Have you ever wondered if you’d “go for it” if given the chance to live out a fantasy?

I’ve often wondered it for myself, then usually said “Yes!”. LOL My opportunites have always managed to come as a chance of luck type thing, which is why I generally go with it. Sort of a “it was meant to happen” type of train of thought.

A while ago some readers on WICEKED WRITERS loop started talking about why they enjoy reading BDSM, and if they would truly be interested in experiencing it. The conversation led to different levels of BDSM and Kink, as well as the relationships and more. Then a day or two after that, I received an email from a guy who had visited my website, and invited me to see thiers. It was very intriguing. (and sort of no such thing as coincedence ??)

Into The Attic is an amature BDSM site. Women (And I think men, get to go there, an explore their submissive fantasies. The catch? It’s videotaped.

Now, one thing I did notice in my research into BDSM previously is that the majority of submissives usually also enjoy some exhibitionism. So this might not be a bad thig for some. It was certainly a good thing for my research as I learned a lot by watching , and talking to them. (You can read more about my research at THE DUNGEON )

Into The Attic is a member site, where you watch real live submissive sessions. These are not actors, but real people. I’ve watched less than half a dozen of the film sequences with various Guests of the Attic (Each session seems to have 5 or 6 sequences,) and I’m still not sure how I feel about them.

Were they tasteful? I think they are. You can choose what part of each session you want to watch, and each session is also descrbed above so you know what you are getting into.

Each session also starts and ends with the Guest speaking clearly about what they are there for. (I’m sure that’s sort of a legal thing too) lol

Were the videos arousing to me? More to my imaginaition than my body. I think I’d enjoy it a lot more if I was writing a BDSM themed story right now – As they are nothing if not creative. I also might enjoy it more if there was a chance of myself and a partner emulating some of it…but I’m partnerless right now, so I took a more analytical view of things. LOL

Do I recommend it? Yes! I think if you have an interest in being submissive, or exploring that aspect of yourself, you should definitely check out INTO THE ATTIC. It’s very interesting.

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“This anthology is raw, seductive, spine-tingling sexy and a decadent way to spend an evening. Delve into the Principles of Lust, dive into some Passion Play and appreciate some Sexual Healing at the hands of a top-notch erotic fiction writer. Readers can’t go wrong when it comes to a Sasha White tale.” – Tracey West, Road to Romance

“Sasha White’s stories are molten lava all wrapped up in spun silk.“ – Cathryn Fox, author of Pleasure Control

“Within the pages of LUSH, you will discover 3 sensual tales that will have you laughing, crying and grabbing for a fan to cool off. Ms. White does an excellent job penning these short stories to read like full length novels. The characterization, imagery and intriguing plots will keep you mesmerized until you have finished the last page.“ – Billie Jo, reviewer for Romance Junkies

LUSH…The pleasure is all yours if you’re ready to let your fantasies take control and surrender yourself to desire…

Sleek and sexy erotic art gallery owner Teal Jamison knows what she likes and isn’t afraid to let carpenter Zack Dillon know that her current fantasy features him in all his masculine glory. But Zack has a deliciously different game in mind for a woman accustomed to taking charge…

Quick to follow where passion leads, then back off when things get too close, jewelry designer Mia Jones’s sensual odyssey with singles columnist Dominick Jamison is perfect: hot, sweet, and with no risk of complications. But how long can her heart stay cold—when she’s lost in the heat of a man devoted to every forbidden pleasure her body craves?

When massage therapist Caitlyn Ellis shows photographer Jack Lowell the joys of sensual self love for the camera, he can’t resist the erotic invitation to take pleasure in her lush curves—or deny himself the hands-on ecstasy of loving a beautiful woman determined to heal his battered soul…by setting his body on fire.

All three Novellas in LUSH received the Silver Star Award Just Erotic Romance reviews.

“The Principles of Lust will make you squirm with pleasure and leave you with heart palpitations….The story line was excellent and will quickly draw readers into the characters lives. The sexual aspects of this story were divine; romantic, heartfelt, erotic and edgy all at the same time.”

“Pick up the phone, call your local piercing parlor and make an appointment! PASSION PLAY is a whole lot more than what title leads you to believe. It is an erotic joy ride of monumental proportions. Who knew piercings could be so much fun? Passion Play was so engaging, full of playful banter, raging sex and a storyline that is divinely written. ”

“Break out the camera and prepare to have a candid good time! Sexual Healing will give new meaning to the Marvin Gaye classic. What a fantastic conclusion to an erotic collection of stories. …Ms. White is a truly gifted author …”

Read the Full Review here

EXCERPT anyone? Read on.

With less than a week until Lush’s opening day, Teal Jamison didn’t have time to time to fuck around. Especially with something as frustrating as some punk kids spray painting nasty messages on the front of her building. Pissed off and stressed out about all the piddly little things that kept screwing up her plans, she strode into her soon-to-be art gallery muttering to herself only to stop dead in her tracks.
Anger turned to desire and excitement of a different sort flowed through her at the sight that greeted her. Soft faded denim stretched lovingly across perfect tight male glutes.

All thoughts of temperamental artists, inconsistent suppliers, and juvenile delinquents evaporated as she watched the man straighten from his bent over position and enjoyed the sight of a worn leather tool belt framing his ass perfectly.

Now, that’s a work of art.

“Looking’ good, Zach,” Teal purred as she dropped her backpack on the reception desk and continued in his direction. An hour or two of uncomplicated no strings naked wrestling with him would certainly take the edge off her stress level.

The carpenter ran a loving hand over the custom built mahogany shelf he’d just installed before turning to her. “Thanks, Teal, but I’m just helping bring your vision of the place together.”

“Oh, I’ve no doubt the gallery will be beautiful, but I was referring to the view when I walked in.” She winked at him and gave his impressive form an obvious once over.

His eye’s flared brightly at her brazen comment before they closed in a slow, lazy blink that made her knees weak. When he looked at her again, the heat was banked and his smile was unhurried. “Well, that’s the point of the set up right? That the view be good from every angle?”

Zachary Dillon had come highly recommended as the finish carpenter for her new art gallery and she’d made it a point to be completely professional with him. But his work for her was almost done, and she was ready to be more than his boss.

Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled a cloth from his tool-belt and wiped his hands. His rough, calloused, manly hands were large enough to hold her C-cup breasts and make her feel small. Her nipples pebbled in response to her thoughts and she lifted her gaze to his.

“I was talking about you, Darlin’.” She couldn’t help it. Flirting had always been second nature to her, man or woman, it didn’t matter, she flirted and charmed … and usually got whatever she wanted.

From the start, just being around Zach had made her blood heat and her pulse race, but she’d remained professional. Teal prided herself on always being a professional, no matter what job she was doing, but she was working for herself this time. Lush was her place. Her baby. And she didn’t want anything getting in the way of Lush’s success, especially her own libido.

Waiting until his work for her was completely done would be the smartest thing to do, but she’d had a shit day and her emotions were running high. Maybe letting herself go this once would be a good thing. One night of steamy love’n and her hormones would calm down, and she could concentrate on work again.

Yes, that was exactly what she needed.

She touched his bare arm lightly and gave him the slow sultry smile that always got her whatever, and whoever, she wanted. “You’re looking good.”

“Thank you.” His voice was a bit deeper as he shifted his weight to his other foot, taking him just out of reach. A knowing smile lifted his lips as he reached for the sweatshirt lying on a nearby stool, and pulled it on over his ragged t-shirt.

“I can’t do anything else until I pick up more varnish, so I’m done for the day. I’ll see you bright and early Monday, Teal.” He picked up an old wooden toolbox and waved to her with his other hand. “Have a good night.”

Teal said goodnight and watched him saunter away.

What the hell had just happened? She’d come on to him, in fact, she couldn’t have been more obvious if she’d stripped off her clothes and said, “Let’s wrestle naked.” And he’d walked away!

Men never walked away from her.

Her cheeks heated and she n=chewed on her lower lip. There was a definite attraction between them. She knew the spark of lust when she saw it. By investing all of her savings into opening the very first completely erotic art gallery around, she was betting her future on knowing that look.

So why would a big, healthy and attractive man walk away from a woman he desired?

A few of hours later she was working in the back room, and the question was still on her mind.

“Maybe he’s just shy.” The perky brunette said from her perch on top of a packing crate.

“No, that’s not it.” Teal shook her head and pulled the lid off the smaller crate on the table in front of her. She thought about the way Zach moved, the way he ran his hands over whatever he was working on, and a shiver danced down her spine. “He’s way too … confident to be shy. He’s quiet for sure, but he gives off this impression of restrained strength. Very strong and sexy, and completely alpha.”

It was just after ten p.m. on Saturday night and she and Brina Jo were in the spacious back room of the gallery, unpacking the first shipment of items. Teal had spent the last two hours on the phone trying to line up a cleaning crew to come and wash the graffiti off her building, but since the next day was Sunday, nobody wanted the job. She’d lined up a crew for Monday, though.

She’d been enjoying her time alone in the back room. The first bit of quiet time she’d had in a while.

When the idea for an art gallery that specialized in erotic art had come to her, she’d run with it, and that meant the gallery was pretty much all she thought about. She lived and breathed whatever job she was working when she worked it, and Lush was the most important job she’d ever had. It was all hers. Besides that, full speed ahead and complete stop, were the only speeds she knew.

Unpacking inventory in the back room was a bit of both for her. She got to work fast and efficiently, and since she was alone, she could turn off her brain for a while and just enjoy. But her brain hadn’t co-operated. Instead, she couldn’t stop thinking about a certain well-built carpenter, and fantasizing about ways to get him naked.

Until she’d heard someone rattling the locked door of the gallery.

Thinking she might catch the graffiti punks, she’d dashed through the empty gallery only to open the door and find nobody. Well, nobody with a spray can anyway. What she had found was a flyer with the words “House of Sin. You are going to hell” on it, glued to her front door. Slightly creeped-out, and tired of her own thoughts, she’d called her long time friend and newly hired assistant, Brina Jo.

By the time Brina arrived at the gallery, Teal had scraped the flyer off the door with warm water and a putty knife, and pushed it to the back of her mind. However, thoughts of Zach would not go away so she’d blabbed uncontrollably to Brina about the brick wall hitting on him had been.

“If he’s not shy, maybe he’s not interested.”

Teal snorted. “Oh, he’s interested.”

“How do you know?” Brina asked. “I mean, if he’s as distant as you say and he’s not gay, then how do you know he’s interested?”

Turning away from the crate in front of her, Teal faced her friend. “I can feel it. Whenever we’re in the same room together, the air fairly vibrates with pheromones, and it’s not just me. I’ve caught him watching me and I’ve seen the look in his eyes. He wants me, too.” Why wouldn’t he?

“What look have you seen in his eyes?” She glanced up from the clipboard she was using to catalogue the items Teal unpacked.

“The look of lust.”

Brina Jo’s eyebrows jumped. “Lust, huh? Are you sure it’s lust and not just tolerance because he thinks you’re crazy? He has been in and out of here for the past two weeks, he’s seen your moods.” “Crazy is the way your husband looks at you!” Teal threw a handful of Styrofoam peanuts at her friend. “And my moods haven’t been that bad. It’s just a bit stressful getting this gallery ready to open in less than a month.”

Brina cocked her head to the side. “Tell me again why someone with no experience in art what-so-ever decided to open an art gallery?”

“I don’t need to know art for this particular gallery. I know everything there is to know about desire, hidden and otherwise.” Teal arched an eyebrow at her friend. “That includes what lust looks like, even in its subtlest form.”

“If you’re so sure of his attraction why don’t you just ask him out?”

Teal turned back to the crate in front of her so she didn’t have to look at her friend. She hated to admit it, but even though Zach’s hard to get act just made her want him more, she didn’t want to ask him out first. It was silly, but it felt like, if she did that, she’d be giving him the upper hand. And that was something she didn’t like.

She tried to think of a way to explain that to her friend as she reached into the crate and dug past the packing. She grasped the bronze sculpture within, and lifted it out, scattering the little peanuts everywhere and her jaw dropped. “Wow.”

“You’re not kidding.” Brina Jo hopped off the table she’d been sitting on and stepped forward for a closer look. “That is…”

“Amazing,” Teal finished for her.

“That’s one way to put it. Are you really going to display it?”

Teal set the sculpture down on the table to her left. She wiped a dust cloth over it lovingly, taking in every detail. It was a couple making love. The female stretched out on her side with the male on his knees, straddling one of her legs while cradling the foot of the other against his shoulder. She was spread completely open. Her head was thrown back, her expression one of pure ecstasy. There was nothing hidden to the viewer as the man plunged his cock into her. His cock was as lovingly crafted as her sex.

Teal turned the sculpture around and found it beautiful from every angle. Every curve and crevice detailed to the point that her own sex clenched in anticipation of being filled.

“Teal?”

Brina’s voice broke the spell that had fallen over Teal and she pulled her hands away from the bronze couple. “Hmmm?”

“You’re not really going to display that in the main room?”

Teal looked at her friend. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I?”

“It’s very… it’s so…” Brina Jo waved her hand about.

Teal watched her friends cheeks flush as she searched for the right word. “Erotic?” Teal finally took pity on her.

Brina Jo planted her hands on her ample hips and rolled her eyes. “Yes, erotic. But blatantly so.”

“Well, that’s what Lush is for. I want it to showcase the erotic art that normal galleries think is too ‘out there’ or ‘too edgy’. I can’t call it an erotic art gallery and then hide the most erotic pieces in the corner.”

“True, but you know you’re going to take some flack for it right?”

Teal shrugged. “I’m prepared. Plus, I know that sex and sexuality is a huge part of human nature, even if some people like to pretend it isn’t. I’m banking on a lot of people getting more turned on by these things than they thought possible.” Teal smirked at her friend. “Just like you.”

“Teal!”

“What?” She laughed. “You going to tell me you’re going to go home to Doug after handling all these and not want to try this position out?”

Brina Jo’s lovely chocolate eyes glittered and she bit her lip. “That’s beside the point.”

“No, Brina baby, that is exactly the point.”

READ SOME EXCERPTS from the other stories: Passion Play | Sexual Healing

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Okay, so it’s not a date date…Karl Dawson, divorce lawyer and loving Dominant of WICKED fame has decided to indulge me. I’ve been after him for while, and he’s finally given in. He’s going to let me interview him for THE DUNGEON page here on my website. I’ve already got an interview with a female submissive, (Not Lara) so this will be a great feature to add to my The World of BDSM page.

Now, I need questions for him. That’s where you come in.

Anyone here have anything they’d like to ask this bad boy turned Hero?

If you do, then post the question in the comments to this post…and I’ll add them to my notes for our ‘date’. I’ll be sure to let you all know when the interview is done and up. Look for it at the beginning of March.

ADDED on Monday:
Yesterday’s JERR Newsletter had a great review for Wicked. Check it out.

Rating: 5 Stars
Heat level: O

My first thought after reading Wicked was to immediately rush to the nearest bookseller and buy the others in this series. Karl feels that deep down, Lara is a natural-born submissive. He takes her on a journey to discover her inner self. This journey takes them to unsuspected heights, exploring not only sexual but emotional boundaries. Karl is the perfect Dom as he takes over the sexual reins, giving Lara what he feels she needs, often leaving her wanting. Ms. White is the mistress of sexual tension; I often felt like Lara- sexually frustrated! Although Lara gives up sexual control, she definitely stands her ground outside of their lovemaking. Karl has definitely met his match with Lara. She’s such a wickedly, loveable, daring heroine, willing to try anything, even participating in a sex act with another woman. As an added treat, Ms. White brilliantly incorporates another couple’s story into Wicked. Peter and Graham are Lara’s self-appointed protectors. They know all about bad boy Karl, and are determined that Lara will not suffer from a broken heart. I absolutely adored this committed gay couple who suffered from growing pains. I am new to Ms. White’s writing but not for long. Damn you, Ms. White, you have compelled me to read more books by you!

Claudia Orpik

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I know not everyone loves a man with a hairless chest, but even those who don’t, should enjoy this pic. Just a hint of how it feels to watch a man touch himself.

OH, and check out my post at the Fresh Fiction Blogtoday.

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DOUBLE TROUBLE

I spotted them immediately. Well, almost immediately. In this smoky dump of a bar, I first thought it was just one guy, one good-looking guy sitting next to a mirror on the wall. After I got my beer from the bartender, I headed their way not quite believing my luck. Me horny. Them twins. I didn’t get horny much these days—the traveling takes a lot out of me and ever since I turned thirty-seven the libido’s been down the toilet, flushed away like the marriage license I tore up into tiny pieces the year before. Since Brad left, with all our money and then some, I’ve made it my mission to avoid men all together. Hell, I’d even tossed my vibrator in the trash and kept my fantasies confined to things like million-dollar shopping sprees, slender thighs without having to work out, a home of my own again, that kind of stuff.

Except for twins. And, trust me, hot male identical twins were hard to find. Last month when I buzzed through Phoenix, the hotel next to mine was hosting a national twin convention. Lots of kids and families, twins marrying twins, that type of thing. A bunch of fraternals, too. No thrill there—in my mind, screwing fraternals was just like doing it with any ordinary guy and his brother. I wanted the real thing: Two gorgeous men with the same eyes and hands, matching haircuts, mirror-image cocks…

I’m not sure how this particular obsession got started. Maybe I got off on the idea of twins because I was a Gemini, or perhaps it was the salt and pepper shakers my mom collected when I was a kid. Rows and rows of matching faces, the only difference being the number of holes on top and whether they were marked with an s or a p. “Look but don’t touch,” she’d say.

Tonight I planned to do both.

I set my tallneck on their table. “Hi, guys.”

They were already staring. In a good way. Two sets of deep brown eyes trailed over the low neckline of my sweater then down to my black leather miniskirt—and I do mean mini. Stilettos, no stockings. And, as they’d find out soon enough, no panties to get in their way. My intuition had been dead-on back at the hotel; I knew I’d get fucked and hopefully sucked while returning the favor in some kind of ménage à Mindy. I just didn’t know my dreams were set to come true for the whole enchilada—no closing my eyes while imagining the two men doing me were a perfectly matched pair, no keeping my hands to myself for fear of feeling out the differences.

They didn’t say a word as they stood. I started to lose my nerve. Would I be disappointed once I got my wish? My feet shifted on the beat-up hardwood floor as my teeth found my lip. I nibbled. They smiled.

I held out my hand and yelled my name over the twang of crappy music playing on the speakers overhead. “Mindy,” I told them. “Care to show an out-of-towner a good time?”

The one on the left smiled. He nudged his brother. “See if Jim’ll let us use the private room.”

I liked the sound of that. While he went for an answer, I took a good look at the one left behind. He was big but not too bulky–muscles in all the right places, a waist I could wrap my
legs around as we fucked… I’d hook ‘em there tight and hold on for the ride. And he had
shoulders made for squeezing while he pumped into me hard. My cunt tensed in anticipation.

“You play pool?” he asked.

“I do tonight.”

His smile, now wide and wicked, told me he knew I was game. And not just for pool.

The other brother—Zack, I soon learned—passed us and unlocked a door by the juke box. We followed him in, Zeke and I, and I had to stifle a giggle at the names. Zack locked the door and grabbed a pool stick. Zeke did the same.

“Why don’t you rack up the balls, babe?”

Zack—or was it Zeke?—handed me the rack and I bent down to retrieve the balls. A long, low whistle left both their lips when I did. Then I felt the sticks, feather-light and climbing, go up my thighs higher and higher until the part of my ass covered by the skirt became visible to their eyes. I leaned onto the soft green felt and spread my legs.

**** Author Laura says “Yeah, they don’t actually play much pool after that ;) If you like erotica (this antho includes “…explicit sex, graphic language, sex in public places, ménage a troi, hot nekkid man love, and BDSM”), then you may want to check out Lustful Thoughts.

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OKay, is it just me who thinks that men should not have their belly button’s pierced? Something about it just turns me off.

Pierced nipples on the other hand, make me want to play.

I tried to make the pictures go side by side, but I’m not techie smart enough to do it. Maybe you can just imagine them side by side? I’ll imagine them side by side-with me in the middle.

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A little something to start your weekend off right.

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In other writing news, TROUBLE is almost here! I’m checking for my author copies almost every day, but they’re not here yet. To be honest, sometimes they arrive after the book has hit the store, but I’m still anxiously waiting for it.

ARC’s went out a while back so reviews are coming in, and yes, I’m going to start posting and bragging.(and that includes excerpts, like the one included at the end of this post) I think one of the reasons TROUBLE is so exciting to me is because not only is it a hot romance story, but it’s about friendships too, and that’s important to me.

So, it seems that Romantic Times magazine has given TROUBLE 4 Stars. More important than the star rating is the comment…and check it out!!

“White’s highly erotic tale is an attention-grabber from page one. The story starts with a scorching encounter between the main characters and keeps the heat level high with a steamy threesome. The heroine’s personality will appeal to the wild side that lurks inside us. All the characters are easy to relate to, and a vicious ex-wife adds plenty of conflict. Other elements keep the tension building, and the plot doesn’t lag anywhere.”

Then there’s the 5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies as well!!

“Sasha White’s stories just get better and better. TROUBLE was smoking hot, erotic, fun and sassy! Samair is the girl next door turned vixen on a mission. She’s sassy, sweet, passionate and smart. Val on the other hand is dominant, suave, rugged and so damn sexy you’ll melt when you read about him. The moment these two meet, the world crumbles down around them. It’s like an earthquake between them. This was definitely the most sexually engaging book I’ve read in a long time. I couldn’t put TROUBLE down. The story line is flawless, hooking this reader from the very first sentence. If you are a reader looking for a cross between romance, erotica, a great storyline and some humor thrown in, then TROUBLE is the story for you. I loved the fact that both characters were after something more in the relationship than just sex, but were a little worried about scaring the other one off. Sasha White portrays her characters in real life situations which makes them even more endearing to readers. This is definitely a book for the keeper shelf and I cannot wait to read the next book from the astonishing Ms. White very soon!”

You can read the complete review by Amanda Haffery Here

If reviews aren’t enough to interest you, then read on, and see if the excerpt below gets you going.

Val stood in the shadowed corner watching Samair as she danced. Things were pretty hectic the last few days with staff problems, Vera calling, and a visit to the courthouse to testify about a fight that had happened outside the club six months earlier. All normal things, but everything seemed to be happening at once, and the curvaceous blond had popped into his head at odd times. He’d be doing the schedules or on the phone with his liquor vendor and the image of her on his desk, all angelic and naughty at the same time would fill his mind.
He hadn’t lied when he told Karl he wasn’t going to let her distract him, but he’d been able to think of nothing other than learning more of her secret fantasies since she’d walked into Risqué that night.
The club was pretty busy for a Monday night and he’d watched from his office as she laughed and danced with her friends until the itch under his skin became undeniable. After a quick round of the club, checking in with his doormen and bartenders to see that all was well, he’d found a corner and searched her out with his gaze.
A soft pink top hugged her upper body and showed off her fantastic cleavage, and some long flowing skirt hid the curve of her delectable ass. Her breasts bounced and her skirt swung as she danced with an enthusiasm and abandon that called to the animal deep within him.
As if she sensed his thoughts, she spun around and her gaze landed directly on him. On the corner where he stood.
There was no way she could see him in the darkened corner, but she knew someone was there, watching her. A defiant and blatantly devilish grin spread across her face and she shook her ass, rubbing back against her partner. The challenge in her gaze was clear. She was out to have a good time, and nothing was going to get in her way.
Raising her hands, she spun in her partner’s arms, did a last rub against him, then walked away, leaving the loser who’d been trying to make a move on her behind on the dance floor.
The thrill of the chase fired up inside him and he stepped out of the shadows to follow her. If she really wanted to misbehave, he was the man for her.
He saw her at the back bar and moved in that direction. When he stepped up behind her, Tommy was just sliding her drink in front of her. With a shake of his head Val signaled the bartender to refuse her money. Before she could turn around, he leaned in and spoke softly against her ear. “What’s number two?”
She did a tight turn, her body brushing erotically against his, and looked up at him. “Number two?”
“On your list of favorite sexual fantasies.”
“Oh, that.” Her baby blue eyes met his dead on. “You thinking of helping me experience the whole thing?”
“Possibly.”
Her little pink tongue snuck out and slid slowly over her pouty bottom lip making his cock twitch with need.
Samair saw the flare of heat in Valentine’s dark eyes and an answering flame licked at her insides. The urge to dance close to the fire had her reaching out to place a hand low on his belly. His stomach contracted and heat seeped through the silk of his dress shirt to her fingertips, invading her body.
“I’m not so sure ‘possibly’ is good enough. You’re asking me to share my deepest desires. They’re very personal.” She struggled to keep her voice light and flirtatious.
“How about we make a little deal?”
“Deal?”
He moved closer, leaving mere millimeters of space between their bodies as he reached up to brush a lock of hair away from her cheek. “You tell me your fantasies … and I’ll make them come true.”

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Yeah, this was just a teaser…if you want to read more, like the first two chapters…take a look at the Trouble Bookpage.
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I love seeing the men on the motorbikes all summer long. None of the ones around ehre look like this, but hey, I can dream.

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