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eBook Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance
eBook Description: Anya is on a search for intimate destruction--but she doesn't realize just how destroyed she can be by a man who plays with naughty toys. Anya and her husband are swingers and, breaking all the rules, Anya seeks out Julian, a powerful Dom. She's determined to play the part of the submissive, but when she follows him into a secluded retreat where anything goes, the morning after is full of complications--and questions.

eBook Publisher: Excessica Publishing
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2008

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: eReader (PDB) [100 KB] , ePub (EPUB) [182 KB] , Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [54 KB] , Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [407 KB] , Palm Doc (PDB) [44 KB] , Microsoft Reader (LIT) [185 KB] , Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [110 KB] , hiebook (KML) [225 KB] , Sony Reader (LRF) [201 KB] , iSilo (PDB) [44 KB] , Mobipocket (PRC) [131 KB] , Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [159 KB] , OEBFF Format (IMP) [80 KB]
Words: 13632
Reading time: 38-54 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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"I applaud this novella for its delectation of character evolution?Feisty, procrastinating, lust ridden Anya is right out on the cutting edge of experience working through her individualized version of personal growth. Author Destiny Blaine deserves high praise for her delineation of narrator Anya, the woman who doesn't seem to know when to stop. Like the proverbial turtle, Anya may move slowly but eventually she will achieve her goals?all of them."--Frost, Dark Angel Reviews 4/5

His mouth covered my ear. "Why are you here?" His hot breath sent shivers down my spine. My nipples perked to attention.

"Aren't you glad to see me?" I didn't think quickly enough on my feet for a sexy little come back.

I wanted him to tell me he felt thrilled to see me but my enthusiasm only sparked his adamant curiosity. The answer I desired lingered too far away with the validity, if not confirmation, of fantasy.

His teeth nibbled at my ear. "I asked you a question." He spoke like time didn't matter but the urgency for a reply stayed with the question in a persistent tone.

After his teeth scraped over my earlobe, confessions were possible, never mind probable--and truthful. "I came here for you."

"Are you glad to find me?" His hand rested on my knee. His fingers coolly traveled up my thigh. Under my skirt, he stopped right outside of the lace. Modesty wasn't my strong suit. I wore a thong. I knew what I planned to do. Dressing for any occasion never presented a problem.

His middle finger added a little pressure to the cloth and then moved away.

"Should I give my permission?" What a dumb question. Where the hell did that one come from? Of course he didn't need it. He just didn't plan to rush things. I seemed all too anxious to just step out of my panties and bend over.

"Do I look like a man who wants it?" He smiled with twisted dimples daring a rebuttal.

I felt so foolish. I reminded myself of unpretentious demographics. Three children. Prominent attorney husband. Harvard graduate. Hitting close to forty.

I swallowed back the twinge of pain the big number brought with it especially since the man working me into a foreseeable earth-shattering orgasm added another soft touch with just the right amount of pressure. He didn't look a day over twenty-four but his hands skillfully demonstrated unmatched experience. Suddenly, I didn't care about age. What I needed seemed more along the lines of uninterrupted time.