Under Holly's Stockings, my holiday quickie erotic romance, releases December 11th.
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing
Release
Date: 11 December 2013
eBook
ISBN #: 978-14199-49340
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Blurb
After
being stood up at the altar last Christmas, Michael dreads the holiday. When a
woman wearing sexy red stockings on the subway propositions him with a day of
sex, seems there’s no time like the present to get back into the spirit of the
season!
Having
just lost her mother, Holly will do anything to avoid being alone on Christmas.
But when Michael arrives, nothing goes as planned. Despite the joy of exploring
each other’s bodies with all the holiday trimmings, her emotions get in the
way.
When
Michael realizes the way to get under Holly’s stockings is through her heart,
he’ll have to put the ghosts of his Christmas past to rest.
Excerpt
(explicit)
Rose,
Exposed - Copyright © AFTON LOCKE, 2013 - All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave
Publishing, Inc.
When
a westbound metro train on the orange line came to a screeching stop in
Rosslyn, Virginia, Michael Tyler hurried inside and grabbed a seat near the
window. Thank God there’s no music in here, he thought as he placed his
briefcase by his feet on the orange carpet. If he heard one more tired
Christmas song, he swore he’d be ill.
Everywhere
around him people rattled shopping bags. Women chattered about the gifts they’d
bought for their kids, or what they planned to cook for Christmas dinner. Year
after year, it was the same old thing. Wasn’t anyone else tired of it by now?
Michael
loosened his tie with relief when the doors closed and the train glided into
motion. The sooner he got home, the sooner he could get this rotten holiday
over with.
At
the next stop, he blinked with surprise when a tall girl fell into the seat
next to him. It was a miracle she didn’t drop all of her bags in the process.
Who in their right mind did all their shopping on Christmas Eve? If he had
decided to celebrate this holiday, he would have shopped online at least a
month early.
“Hi!
Merry Christmas!” she announced with sickening cheer.
Disgust
rolled through his stomach. Why hadn’t he put his briefcase on the seat?
Without looking at her, he returned the greeting in a tone of voice that warned
her to mind her own business.
He
noticed she had long, black hair and kissable lips coated with shiny, red lipstick.
Her short, wool coat fit snugly, hinting at high, perky breasts.
Look away, damn it! But no, he had to
torture himself with the reminder he hadn’t been with a woman in over a year.
Her plaid skirt was so short he could hardly see it. What he did see were a
pair of long, shapely legs encased in bright-red stockings. Lust, long dormant,
kindled to life in his groin.
Maybe
this was his Christmas gift. He could jack off in his condo tonight while he
fantasized about those legs. After all, she was a complete stranger and looked
nothing like Marcie…
He
stared out the window, counting the lights passing by in the dark tunnel as the
train pulled into the next stop, revealing an arched, honeycomb ceiling. The
woman fussed with her bags, rattling them until Michael thought his head would
explode.
A
small, glittery Christmas ball rolled out of one of her bags, making a soft
thunking sound on the carpeted floor.
“Whoops!”
The
innocence of her voice aroused him more than a hand on his cock. He reminded
himself she probably had a husband and five kids waiting at home. Doing his
gentlemanly duty, he bent to pick up the ball for her.
At
the moment, the train lurched into motion, causing him to fall across those
warm, scarlet legs.
His
nose filled with subtle feminine musk. Was it the soap she might have rubbed on
her long legs this morning while she shaved them? Or was it the sweet aroma of
her cunt, tucked inside that short skirt—a gift for him to open?
Hard
and throbbing, his cock surged inside his trousers while he scrambled off her.
He longed to spread those long legs and unroll the red stockings, inch by inch,
down her legs. Instead, he allowed his palm to brush the back of one shapely
calf.
With
sweat coating his brow, he slumped against his seat. He definitely needed to
jack off tonight. Repeatedly.
“Sorry,”
he muttered. “Uh, did you manage to grab the ball?”
Her
brown eyes glinted with mischief at his words and then saddened. “It rolled
away.”
Her
face, on the verge of crumpling, reminded him of a child who had just learned
there was no Santa. Probably the same way his face had looked last year during
the worst Christmas ever.
As
if the lust weren’t enough to deal with, his chest swelled with something else.
Protectiveness. For some reason, he experienced the sudden urge to turn the
train car upside down to find her Christmas ball.
His
stop wasn’t far away. He’d never see her again. Instead of the relief he
expected, he felt regret.
“Looks
like you have big holiday plans,” he found himself saying.
A
brave smile battled with the sadness on her face as she nodded. “I’m going all
out this year. It’s probably silly because I’ll be alone.”
He
blinked with surprise. “You? Alone? I mean, that’s not so bad. I’ll be alone
too…working.”
It
was a half truth. He didn’t have to work tomorrow, but he’d brought home plenty
of paperwork to get him through the day.
She
glanced out the window as the train stopped again. “Oh! My stop is next. I have
a proposition for you.”
Great.
She must be a call girl. He might be horny right now but he wasn’t that horny.
With
a trembling hand, she brushed back a long, silky lock of hair. “I don’t want to
spend Christmas alone. Will you come to my apartment and celebrate the day with
me?”
Indecision
seized Michael’s throat. “I-I don’t even know you.”
She
clasped his forearm. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
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