In this steamy collection curious, inexperienced women learn a lesson in love from a sexy neighbor. These three novellas, "Good Girls Don’t" by Shiloh Walker, Elisa Adams’s "Drop Dead Sexy," and "Virgin Seeks Bad-Ass Boy" by Ruth D. Kerce will leave readers yearning for more.
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Shiloh Walker, the author of over 30 stories for Ellora's Cave, began writing when she was 12. Married since she was 19 to her highschool sweetheart, she lives int he midwest with her husband and their two children.
Born inGloucester , Massachusetts New Hampshire
Ruth D. Kerce got hooked on writing in the fifth grade when she won a short story contest—a romance, of course. And she's been writing romance ever since. She writes several subgenres of romance—historical, contemporary, and futuristic. Her books are available online in many internet bookstores. Her short stories and articles are available on several websites. She has won or placed in writing contests and hopes to continue to write exciting tales for years to come.
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Ruth D. Kerce got hooked on writing in the fifth grade when she won a short story contest—a romance, of course. And she's been writing romance ever since. She writes several subgenres of romance—historical, contemporary, and futuristic. Her books are available online in many internet bookstores. Her short stories and articles are available on several websites. She has won or placed in writing contests and hopes to continue to write exciting tales for years to come.
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One
"Dump him."
Lori looked over the fence at Mike and snorted. "We're getting married in three months, Mike."
"All the more reason to do it now instead of later. Divorce is expensive." He simply stared at her levelly, his wide-set green eyes revealing exactly what he thought of Dirk. Mike Ryan hadn't ever liked Dirk -- it was one of the few things the two friends had ever seriously disagreed on.
Lori just arched a brow at him and replied, "I don't plan on getting a divorce."
"He doesn't make you happy. You all but said that."
"He does too," Lori muttered, turning around and leaning against the fence. Crossing her arms over her chest, she stared at the half-finished flower bed. She wasn't pouting. Seriously. Dirk did make her happy.
She just.
Hell.
She wanted more from him.
"If he made you happy, you wouldn't look so damn depressed right now."
A thick hank of blonde hair fell into her eyes and she shoved it back with a grimy hand, leaving a streak of garden soil on her forehead. "Couples have fights, Mike. That's perfectly normal."
"That wasn't a fight, Lori. Fights involve you yelling. Him yelling. Not him talking and you just sitting there, listening and looking like you want to cry. Hell, I've seen that happen four times in the past two months. You seem to be getting more depressed all the time and you want me to believe you're happy?"
A warm hand came up, cupping the back of her neck. His thumb rubbed in slow, comforting circles and Lori had to fight the urge to turn around, bury her face against Mike's chest and wail like a baby. "It's complicated," Lori muttered, blinking away the tears stinging her eyes.
No, it wasn't. Not really. But she wasn't about to tell her buddy Mike that the reason she was miserable was because her fiancé treated her like a child who couldn't think on her own.
Over the past year, Dirk had become more and more controlling. Lori had been having little doubts about things for a while, but lately -- they weren't little doubts. They were more like Lake Superior-size doubts. Lori hadn't even realized how much he was controlling her until a few days ago.
It was hotter than hell, ninety-five degrees, and the heat index had crept into the triple digits. She was jerking some weeds out of her flower beds, trying to get it done before afternoon came and it got really hot. Curls kept springing loose from her ponytail, and her hair was sticking to her neck and face, falling into her eyes. Usually, come summer, she had her hair trimmed into layers that made it a little more manageable and a lot cooler.
She hadn't this year. She had planned to. She'd even had an appointment but had cancelled it because of Dirk. Just like she had let him talk her out of buying a sporty little Mustang and talk her into buying a Corolla. It gets better gas mileage and it will be a lot easier to maintain.
Other little things here and there. What sort of clothes she should wear. She'd been offered a job at a special needs school. It had involved a pay cut, but she'd really wanted that job. It wasn't enough of a pay cut that it would have caused her problems. Her folks had passed away a few years ago and left her enough money that she could have afforded the cut.
She could have afforded that new Mustang.
He had always been a bit of a control freak, but over the past year Dirk had become more controlling. He tried to tell her what she should wear, how to style her hair, the proper way to clean the house -- she was feeling more and more like his drudge instead of his fiancée.
But even that wasn't all of it. It was like he was trying to take over her life completely. Make her decisions for her. Even the most intimate ones.
More specifically, Dirk didn't think she knew what she wanted in her sex life and basically tried to control that too. No, we aren't going to the club. No, we aren't going to try this. No, we aren't going to try that.
They had sex one way, missionary, in the bedroom with the lights out. The sex was wonderful, or it used to be until she started trying to convince Dirk to mess around a little more. To loosen up. Now the sex was just okay. Dirk said it was her imagination.
Any time she asserted herself, just a little, it ended up in a fight. Lori was tired of it. And more, although she didn't want to admit it, she had a sinking suspicion that Mike was right.
Mike might not know the whole story but he saw through her façade of happiness. Mom hadn't. Her friends hadn't. And if Dirk had, he didn't care.
Dirk didn't make her happy and he didn't seem too interested in trying to change that.
Mike watched Lori walk away, her tanned shoulders slumped, her head low.
She'd been getting more depressed by the day, it seemed. Today she'd been crying. He could tell by the faint redness in her eyes and it pissed him off something awful.
Dirk was an ass. Up until the past year, he'd been an ass who made Lori happy, but something seemed to have changed that. Mike hadn't seen any signs that Dirk was messing around and Lori said that wasn't it, but there was something.
Lori wouldn't tell him what, and frankly, Mike didn't care.
The only thing he wanted was to see her actually look happy again.
The only thing?
Okay, that wasn't all he wanted. He would love a chance to push her pretty, muscled thighs apart and sink his cock inside her but he wasn't doing that. Sex and friends weren't compatible as far he was concerned.
Especially not the way he liked sex. Lori was the ideal girl next door. Cute, sexy as hell, and funny. She loved the outdoors, loved sports, and as far as Mike was concerned, that was too close to the perfect woman. For him, at least.
She taught kindergarten. She went to church. She was sweet and wholesome, and he wasn't going to risk messing up a friendship by putting the moves on her, even if she hadn't been involved.
Wholesome didn't mix very well with the kind of games he liked. But he still didn't like seeing her look so damn miserable.
"Just dump him," Mike muttered to himself, watching as she disappeared inside.
A week later, Mike's words came back with a vengeance to haunt Lori. She should have listened to him.
If she had listened to him, she wouldn't have had to see this.
Wouldn't have to feel like this.
How can this be happening?
That question kept circling through her mind, but oddly enough, in some part of her, Lori really wasn't that surprised.
Lori stood in the doorway, staring into her shadowed bedroom as tears rolled down her face.
That was her fiancé. The snarling wolf tattoo on his shoulder that she thought was so sexy, the thick sun-streaked blond hair that he kept cut just a little shorter than she liked.
And their neighbor. The pretty redhead with gray eyes and breast implants. Sara Mattingly.
Dirk and Sara. Together.
Sara was on her knees, her ass up in the air, her wrists cuffed at her back and Dirk was pumping back and forth inside her ass, his hands gripping her hips.
The sound of Sara's gasping scream finally pushed Lori to action. Reaching out, she flicked the light on and watched as Dirk turned his head to look at her over Sara's bound body.
Sara was too far gone and had only noticed that Dirk had stopped moving. "Please...please..."
With a brittle smile, Lori said, "Go ahead, Dirk. By all means."
Spinning on her heel, she stalked away.
Things felt surreal now. The gut-wrenching pain had faded, replaced by a distant sort of shock. Weird random thoughts kept darting through her mind and only a few of them were related to what was going on in her bedroom.
Her mind jumped to the conference she had left early and she actually started looking for her car keys, thinking maybe she should just go back there. It was a four-hour drive, but it was only nine o'clock. It would be late when she checked in, but she could still get some sleep and go to the last day of the conference...yeah. Yeah. That would work.
She finally realized she was still holding her keys, the Tinker Bell charm clutched in her hand so hard that the metal bit into her flesh. She stared at the keys for a minute and then shook her head, trying to clear away the thick fog that had wrapped itself around her brain.
"Need to get going," she muttered, shoving her bangs out of her face.
She didn't quite make it to the front door before Dirk caught up to her. "Lori...Lori, wait."
The sound of his voice snapped Lori right out of the nice, comfortable fog. Pain returned, biting and tearing at her heart with razor-sharp claws. With the pain came anger and she spun around to face him as rage bubbled up inside.
Dirk reached for her and light glinted off the titanium bracelet she'd given him for Christmas. She'd spent an arm and a leg on it. He had been wearing it while he fucked their neighbor. For some reason, that made her anger spike irrationally.
Holding up one hand, she whispered harshly, "Don't touch me."
"Lori, please don't go. Let me explain -- "
"Explain?" she demanded. "There's nothing to explain. I just found my fiancé screwing our neighbor."
"Lori -- "
"Don't. Okay? Just don't."
Dirk continued to move closer and Lori shifted the keys in her hand, holding them so that her house key protruded between her knuckles as she made a fist. "One more step and you'll be lucky if I don't carve your eyeballs out," she warned, her voice a low, furious snarl.
Lashes flickered over his dark chocolate eyes and Dirk stopped in his tracks. "Lori -- "
"Shut up!" Her voice broke on the last word and she snapped her jaw shut, waiting until she knew her voice would be level before saying anything else -- until she knew she could keep the tears in check.
"This isn't the first time, is it?"
Dirk didn't say anything. But they'd been together for three years. Lori knew how to read him, even if he had...
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:
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The Hottie next door,
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In each of these 3 stories the guys in these stories are the true form of bad boys. In the first story Good Girls Don't Lori has fantasies that her fiance refuses to experience with her but has no problem with sharing with others. Mike the guy next door has always had erotic fantasies about Lori but sees her as the good girl he shouldn't corrupt. Lori has to prove not only to herself but to Mike as well she is a whole lot stronger than either of them think that she is. In drop dead sexy bothy Joy and Nathan each have a secret. one night changes everything for them to show them that no matter how hard you try and fight attraction it is always there. om Virgin Seeks Bad-Ass Boy: Alice has always been a shy girl until she sees her neighbor in a very erotic position. She decides it is time to rid herself of her virginity and her very sexy neighbor Caleb is just the bad boy to do it. though Caleb can't believe this is for real he is not one to pass up an opportunity like this. there story is one of changing of hearts in a very erotic way. Must read for anyone who ever fantasized about a bad boy or just likes to read about them.
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three well written erotic romantic novellas,
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"Good Girls Don't" by Shiloh Walker. Lori catches her fiancé Dirk in their bed with Sara. She kicks to the curb the cheating ex and goes to the Exposé Sex Club for adventure. Her next door neighbor Detective Mike responds to her fantasy because she has been his fantasy for quite awhile.
"Drop Dead Sexy" by Elisa Adams. Joy is writing a magazine article on how women can make their man's fantasy come true. She asks her neighbor Nathan if she can interview him. He says that's only words; instead let him demonstrate what he desires from his woman with her. "Virgin Seeks Bad-Ass Boy" by Ruth D. Kerce. Twenty-four years old librarian Alice has seen Caleb with all types of women and decides she wants a piece of the action. She brazenly informs him she wants him to deflower her. He tries to talk her out of it, but acquiesces when she mentions her second choice twice divorced and much older Ed. These three well written erotic romantic novellas are entertaining tales because each author insures the lead neighbors are fully developed (and not just in one male organ) before they work the sheets, tables and a few other hard and soft spots. Harriet Klausner
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pretty awesome!,
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This book was very surprising and very steamy. It was a good rainy day read.
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