Sinful Pleasures: An Anthology of Erotic Tales
August 20, 2017
Sinful Press welcomes you to lose yourself in Sinful Pleasures.
Join us as we weave our way from mainstream erotic romance to surreal sex-filled dreamscapes and everything in between, created by some of the best new and established voices in the erotica genre.
Janine Ashbless
Ella Scandal
Sonni de Soto
Jo Henny Wolf
Lily Harlem
Lady Divine
Gail Williams
Samantha MacLeod
Tony Fyler
Ellie Barker
Lisa McCarthy
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Note: Sinful Pleasures will be available through all main online bookstores in print and digital on the 20th of August.
Excerpt from On the Line by Sonni de Soto
If he wanted to call her, he could call her.
He didn’t have to wait for her.
Decisively, he reached for his phone and began to dial.
She answered on the first ring. “Twenty minutes past nine.”
Danielle tsked. “I always wondered how long it would take for you to call me.”
Even over the phone, he could practically hear her shrug. “Twenty minutes
sounds about right.”
“So this was a test?” He raised an eyebrow, not sure he
liked the idea of that.
“Not a test, per se.” Her throaty voice was a soothing purr
that, despite his efforts, did calm his irritation. Which was kind of
irritating in and of itself. “More of an experiment. To shake things up a bit.”
“Shake things up how?” He harrumphed back against his
headboard.
“We’re in a rut, Christopher.” She sighed with an audible
shake of her head. “We’ve got to Columbus our way out of this.”
A rut? They were in a rut? Chris frowned and adjusted his
glasses. He supposed that, sure, they’d both been a little tired lately. A
little overworked and stressed. But a rut? “How are we supposed to do that?”
“Close your eyes,” she urged into the phone.
He huffed a bit, pouting, but did as she asked. It was,
after all, a simple request. “Okay.”
“Imagine us,” her voice whispered in his ear. “Imagine us
in your room. On your bed.”
Chris let out a sigh and tried. His mind focused, picturing
her painted and so-mobile mouth forming her words. He thought about her tongue,
slick and sly, as it slid across those lips, leaving a sheen in its wake. Chris
let his mind remember the taste of her kiss, an utterly illogical mix of heated
want and cool mint.
He imagined the familiar flush that always swept over her
cheeks right before he took her mouth, that visible sign of her excitement that
never failed to fuel his own. He knew that a blush like that could travel down
her neck, her shoulder, her spine in a tickled shiver with the simplest touch.
And then there, in his room, on his bed, in his mind, like
magic, she was laid seductive and stretched-out before him. He imagined the
dark fall of curls that clouded around her face and shoulders, framing bared,
bronzed skin perfectly.
His hands itched to grab the curves of her body. The swell
of her sweeping hips. The pointed tips of her delectable breasts. The length of
her long legs. The soft spread of sun-ripened skin, that always held the sweet
scent of citrus, over the generous lushness of her body.
He could hear his own breath rasp as his mind transported
her from her dorm room to the foot of his bed.
“Good,” he heard her coo in his ear. “Now that you have me
there, whatever will you do with me?” Her mockingly naïve tone left him feeling
provoked and promised.
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