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eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance/Romance
eBook Description: Laura craves revenge. After Jack's betrayal with a bitchy blonde she can think of nothing but avenging her broken heart. In the drive for closure she moves from one night stand to one night stand fueling the pain not quelling it as her conflicting emotions for Jack still run riot within her. Reluctantly attending a party she finds herself seduced by a sexy stranger but as they move to the bedroom, Jack enters... Will a foursome bring the closure she needs? Is Jack the only one who can fix the heart he broke? or is this all just another act in this erotic masquerade?

eBook Publisher: Phaze/Fury, Published: 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2007

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Words: 9997
Reading time: 28-39 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Portable Document Format (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1594269483

It doesn't matter that I don't know his name; I'll not be calling him again. I'm just going to ride this cock till I'm satisfied. It doesn't matter that I don't know the colour of his eyes, because I'm not interested in staring into them. I just want his hardness slamming into my soft, willing cunt. It doesn't matter who he is. All that matters is revenge: revenge on Jack.

Jack said he loved me. Jack said I meant the world to him. Jack said I was his soul mate. I believed him. I thought he was the one, you know, the one in the romance novels. Actually, our eyes did meet across a crowded ballroom. It was the office party one Christmas. We'd broken some sales record or other so they pushed the boat out, hired the swankiest room in the town hall and we had a ball, an actual masquerade ball.

I was in an old, Marie Antoinette get-up: a glorious scarlet ball gown with this very delicate black embroidery around the low décolletage and enough volume in the skirt to deafen a metal head. I felt somewhat like the Michelin man, with big balloon sleeves over my less than delicate arms and skirts that ballooned out like inflated airbags that draped to the floor making me resemble a hovercraft.

I was standing in a corner, cradling a half-glass of warm rum and Coke and thinking about the buffet when, for some reason I still can't grasp, I looked up. I looked into the brightest, most intense gaze I had ever experienced, and I was instantly smitten. My heart leapt--literally leapt--in my chest, and my nipples tightened as my pussy throbbed. Our eyes stayed locked as he walked towards me. He walked over, and I took nothing else in but the intensity of his stare, the soft sweep of his cheek bones, and the sensual wave of his lips.

He took me by the hand, and it was as if an electric circuit had been completed. I was charged up, my body prickling with arousal. He never spoke, just led me to the dance floor. We waltzed, spun, and reeled and, without a word as one song melted away into another, his lips touched mine.

In fact, we didn't talk to each other very much at all on our first meeting. He slipped a card into my hand as he left with his friends, and on it was scrawled his name and phone number. I felt like such a wanton hussy as I realised I'd been with a nameless man with whom I'd never even made polite conversation. It excited me.

I should have known it was too good to be true.