Forbidden Secrets

di

Alana Church

Boruma Publishing

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Forbidden Secrets

di

Alana Church

Boruma Publishing

FORMATO

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computer

e-reader/kobo

ios

android

kindle

€ 6,49

Descrizione

We all have secrets. Especially these sexy women. The mother who's an escort. The good girl who works as a camgirl. The bratty daughter who's a stripper. The actress cousin who bares it all as a porn star, and the next-door neighbors who run a brothel. What happens when the secrets are discovered by their sons, sisters, fathers, and neighbors? Five tales of taboo erotica in "Forbidden Secrets!"

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

From: "My Mom's A What?"

The text message came from Andrew at precisely 3:55.

Hello. I’m here.

She smiled, even as nervous excitement swirled in her belly. Her fingers flew across the keys of her own cell phone as she typed back.

Room 1142. Knock and come on in.

On my way.

She walked around the room, trying to rid herself of the nervousness which crawled up her belly, scampered down her spine.

God, I hope he’s good looking. And not fat, or with a tiny weiner. I want a big stiff rod inside me. And a hard body on top of me. Or under me. It’s been too damn long. I’m sick of older guys.

Out in the hallway, she heard the muted chime of the elevator as it stopped and the doors opened. She glanced in the mirror, took a moment to fan her hair artfully over her shoulders, and turned, waiting.

A light knock at the door – five quick taps, the it eased open, the tall figure turning to slide the deadbolt home and let the door close behind him.

A smile on her lips, honed by nearly two decades of working as an escort, she took a step forward.

Then stopped, the blood draining from her face.

Tall, yes, she realized numbly. And not running to fat, as too many men were in this age when a man could be successful sitting behind a desk all day as his gut grew. This man was almost too skinny. But his shoulders strained at his dark blue suit jacket, a hint of the strength in his youthful body. And handsome, too, she could not deny it. His face was solemn, tinged with just a trace of fear, but also full of steely resolve.

In fact, she thought, as her stomach turned into a lump of poisoned ice in her belly, if this man hadn’t been her own son, she would have been ecstatically pleased by his appearance.

Now it all makes sense. The way he’s been…weird, the last week or ten days. The time alone in his room. The way he’s avoided me. The way he’s asked about my past, always prying, but never coming to the damned point.

Andrew Kenmore. I should have seen through that. But how many men in Chicago are named Andrew? It could have been a coincidence.

She raised her chin and looked her son dead in the eye.

“Hello, Andrew.”

“Hi, Mom.”

“So.” She drew in a long, shuddering breath. “I guess you want to talk.”

Dettagli

Dimensioni del file

438,0 KB

Lingua

eng

Anno

2020

Isbn

9781005703530

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