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NOT VANILLA
FLAVORS OF KINK COLLECTION
2 Authors
3 Words
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6 Kinky Stories!
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Blurb:
Taste the forbidden in this collection of
sizzling stories from two best-selling authors, offering a tantalizing glimpse
into a range of flavors that are definitely not vanilla!
Three words... six naughty stories...
Voyeurism
Watch Me by Jennifer Lynne
Lookin' Good by Roz Lee
Watch Me by Jennifer Lynne
Lookin' Good by Roz Lee
Bondage
Hung Up by Roz Lee
Alpha Submissive by Jennifer Lynne
Hung Up by Roz Lee
Alpha Submissive by Jennifer Lynne
Spanking
First Time by Jennifer Lynne
Domestic Discipline by Roz Lee
First Time by Jennifer Lynne
Domestic Discipline by Roz Lee
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Excerpt - Hung Up by Roz Lee:
At sixteen, Colton Barnes
had already made a name for himself on the football field, the baseball field,
the debate team, the academic decathlon team, and the junior rodeo circuit. He
walked the halls of Jeff Davis High School as if he owned them—and, hell, he
did. Every guy wanted to be him, every girl wanted to do him, and every teacher
wanted to clone him. Eventually, he chose rodeo over the colleges offering him
both academic and athletic scholarships. He was/is too good to be true.
Sometimes I wonder if he
regrets the path he chose. He made a fortune on the Professional Bull Rider’s
circuit, but the sport took as much as it gave. Forced to retire after a
particularly nasty animal stomped on his right leg, smashing the bones to bits,
he returned to Ft. Worth with a noticeable limp, and started a business making
custom bull ropes. He mostly keeps to himself these days, occasionally showing
up at The Lone Star to have a drink with his buddies from high school. That’s
where he found me.
I go there every week to
drink and laugh with my girlfriends. The group ranges from a few to a dozen,
depending on work schedules. We’re all single, except April who’s engaged and
Bailey Rose who has a semi-permanent thing going with Travis. Conversation usually
revolves around our dates, or lack thereof. Everyone there knows I dance, so
it’s not unusual for one of the regulars at the club to drag me down to the
dance floor to teach some greenhorn the basic steps. I was headed back to my
table after teaching some sorority girl how to two-step when Colton stepped
into my path.
At thirty, he is even more
handsome than he’d been as a teenager. Age and experience have added character
to his features, something I hadn’t been aware of until the moment I crashed into
his broad chest.
He apologized profusely,
but hell, if I’d had two nickels to rub together, I would have paid him to let
me bounce off his chest. He offered to buy me a drink, and, finding the manners
bred into me as a Southern woman, I let him. I lost track of how many drinks I
consumed at his expense, but when I woke up the next morning with a herd of
longhorns stampeding through my skull, I vaguely remembered agreeing to pose
for him. I’d found the napkin with directions on it stuffed inside my bra.
“You’re a class act,
Bethany.”
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