"A sultry client's morning visit turns deadly when corporate commandos interrupt a dangerous game of seduction and secrets."
Dawn crept over the drowned city like a guilty lover, all hesitant touches and broken promises. Jace hadn't slept. The data chip from Ciara lay on his desk next to a cup of coffee gone stone cold, both untouched for...
"But there is nothing more."
She ruined men. If they were lucky. She didn’t want a protector, handyman, or a sugar daddy. She wanted to fuck. Always.Her amorous ardour was raucous. She lived like a dance, her voice an intoxicating rhythm that filled whichever floor...
"The typical ending of a boxing match with Pamela Gordin…"
The match only reached its seventh minute, but the whole audience could tell that it was about to end. The ring’s mat was stained by multiple drops of blood, which came from the swollen face of a male boxer on...
"How to portray what can’t be explained"
What a mysterious girl you arewrapped in your velvet bootsWhose skin tastes like wineAs kisses get lost in the shadows of the divineWith the sensation of soft succulent petalsIn a warm summer's rain.And yet you are my femme fataleFiery amber...
"1953. A teenager living in God-fearing Quebec City meets a mysterious lady and decides to take the opportunity to lose his virginity."
If you come to Quebec City, you are bound to see priests walking around in their black gowns, a dignified figure of moral righteousness and hidden lust. Heavens look bright above the St. Lawrence River on a Saturday afternoon with...
"“My poor body, madam, requires it: I am driven on by the flesh; and he must needs go that the devil drives.” Shakespeare, All's Well that Ends Well."
The whirring fan was a triumph of optimism over effectiveness, not a skerrick of breeze cut through the treacly mugginess shrouding my skin. That humidity, redolent of molasses, mango, and frangipani, continually asked: Always the outsider in this fugging hell...
"1969. A cute social worker is motivated to make the world a better place one corpse at a time."
I’ve been with more men than I’d care to admit. Maybe one was too many. Fuck free love. Love had nothing to do with the games I was forced to play. I said forced but it’s not like anyone put...
"Neely seeks advice from an unlikely source."
26/06/10 11:26 GMTCarlotta—Right. Couple of developments since yesterday, both mildly problematic. Work is required on more than one front. Well, it keeps a guy focused.Neely called earlier, trying hard to sound calm and measured, but most definitely frayed underneath. I’m guessing...
"Darwin Murphy knew she was bad news but she fucked like a woman possessed"
Even the sexy, blond stripper masturbating herself over my cock didn’t merit cracking a smile. By all accounts, I should have been filled with glee, downright fucking jovial. I just wasn’t. She rode my lap like a saddle, her thighs...
"Neely wrestles with her ethics, in between illicit literary explorations."
12/06/10 21:18 GMT(extract)Well, Carlotta—There are few things which set the blood coursing to one’s dick more urgently than contemplation of deflowering a feisty young virgin—one who has kept her hymen intact for reasons of religion. I hadn’t considered the matter greatly,...