Free Reads

I want my free reads section to be like a sandbox where you can watch me play with writing my words and characters. Or think of the reads available here like watching a ballerina stretch or going to a baseball stadium and watching batting practice before the game. To learn about my published erotic romance stories and works in progressclick to discover what my stories may contain.

For J – My Mutual Admiration

Your smile sparks a current in my heart — creating a bond that moves instantly to bridge the distance while forming a warm bubble of desire, simmering and longing for your embrace.

Sensuality is a crown you wear, a garment used to veil your thoughts and drape them over mine so my imagination becomes focused on you.

How can I resist sweeping my fingers through your hair or brushing my lips against yours? Perhaps one day. Perhaps.

Corrina

Corrina perched on the edge of her seat when the blond woman was led in to the room wearing nothing but a brown, leather collar. Her handler, as he was called, held a chain leash. The woman’s hips were wide and her breasts large and round. Sitting opposite Corrina were two women. One sipped tea from a china cup and held a saucer. She wore designer jeans and a white blouse that was opened to reveal her ample cleavage. The other woman wore a black bra and panties. She was the dominant woman to the handler, a man who stood about six feet tall. His biceps were round and his chest was wide. He wore tight men’s bikini briefs and it was clear his cock was eager, pressing against the fabric. Corrina thought she noticed apprehension in the blond woman’s eyes.

Getaway Revision

“Don’t turn around.”

The voice woke Marcie with an ominous tone. It was coming from her neighbor’s campsite.

“Don’t do something so damned foolish.” The voice rose with intensity and ended with a villainous laugh.

Marcie gripped the arm rests of her lawn chair, knocking her cup of wine and the rest of her sushi on the ground. My, God. She had rescued the guy.

“Don’t even breathe.”

She swallowed. She could bolt straight ahead, leap over a rock, and go screaming for help. But the place was deserted.

“Maybe I won’t get you now. Maybe I’ll just wait until tonight.”

Oh, shit. She froze, paralyzed at a critical moment of decision-making. She waited but didn’t hear another word. And then she counted, like listening for another clap of thunder after a lighting bolt to determine if it was safe to step out from a shelter. Nothing.

Seen in a Coffee Shop

Curls cascaded to her shoulders, dancing over tanned skin. Her dress hugged her at the top of her breasts and flowed over her hips. She sipped her coffee while gazing out the window. She lifted a hand and brushed a tear away from her eyes. While I had never met her, I wanted to sit alongside her and put an arm around her shoulder.

Getaway Excerpt

This is from a Work-in-Progress … a novella that is developing about a woman who goes camping in the mountains above Los Angeles and encounters more surprises than she would ever have imagined.

Relaxing flute music came from the darkness and a naked woman and man playing the instruments stepped forward followed by a slender woman with hair flowing over her shoulders. She wore what Marcie considered a dress that at first looked black and then shone as royal blue in the sun. The woman wore golden chains around her neck and wrists. The couple playing the flutes walked to opposite sides and they stopped their music when the woman raised her hand.

Her motions were fluid, reminding Marcie of Thai dancers weaving their wrists and ankles deftly through the air. Then the woman raised both hands and the flute playing started again. She moved her hips in a circular motion while capturing Marcie’s gaze. She arched her back and the outline of her breasts was evident through her dress. She ran her hands through her hair and then shook the locks over her eyes and let it cover her face while the music played. She moved closely to Marcie and shook the hair back over her shoulders revealing the gleam in her eye. She moved her hips slowly and deliberately.

The rhythm moved through her arms to her fingertips and then she lowered her arms, letting them come to a rest at her side and her hips followed. She raised a hand again and the music stopped. She never lost contact with Marcie’s eyes.

TARA

Her knees weakened from Carlton’s lips exploring under her chin and along her neck. Damn you. She wanted to shout it but the words stuck inside. His hand moved along her hips, drawing her in. He stood his full height and smiled. She locked her gaze on his blue eyes.

“We can work this out.” His voice was barely a whisper but the strength touching her from below his waist signaled the heat glowing throughout his body.

Tara laughed and shook her head. “We’ve tried.” She ran a hand along his chin and played with a lock of his hair. The bed was bathed in sunlight. She ran a hand along his chest then loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar. “I’m willing to try again.”

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