It’s out! My newest erotica ebook is available: A Dance in the Dark.
Check out the summary:
When a girl finds herself ignored, she finds another dance partner…literally.
On a hot date with a yummy guitar boy, Maria receives the cold shoulder. That’s when Raven, a woman with hair to match the name, sits down next to her and strikes up a conversation. Within minutes, she’s on the dance floor with Raven’s breath hot on her neck.
She wants to take her home, but that might take too long. That leaves only one other option.
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If you’d like, read below for a sample of the story.
A Dance in the Dark
Grimy. That’s how Maria would describe the club. Everything from the sound of the bass pulsing around her to some of the more choice patrons, moving to the beat on the dance floor. The club was dark and illuminated by black lights. Some people looked like angels. Some looked like devils. Most of them came across like your average goths trying to have a good time on the one night of the month reserved for them.
It wasn’t Maria’s scene, and she’d rather not be there. But she’d just sunk her claws into a yummy boy who played guitar out in the quad after hours and wasn’t ready to let him go until she discovered exactly what it was about the rocker type that made her melt. It certainly wasn’t his unwashed hair or the way he sulked around. Before tonight, she’d thought he might be a sensitive soul. But under the club lights, he looked like he might just be an asshole.
And she’d dressed to impress him, too. A vintage, black T-shirt from an old rock band, shredded and clinging to her chest in all the right places, neon fishnet gloves on her hands, and a tight, black mini-skirt that hid very little. She wore towering, black heels that showed off her legs. She thought she looked like a band groupie.
But now that she was there, she felt out of place. She received odd glances at her frosted, blonde hair and bright, blue eyes, obscured by smoky eyeshadow. It made her feel embarrassed. She wanted to leave.
But she’d come for him, and she wouldn’t let a few nasty looks hold her back. She settled at a table on the side of the dance floor, watching the crowd. They moved in sync with the beat, a whirling mass of vampires wearing black on black. She couldn’t find her rhythm among them. She sipped the gin and tonic guitar boy had ordered for her, wishing it was something sweet inside a fishbowl she could share with a couple of her friends in a bar where she belonged.
Guitar boy was a little, black rain cloud hovering over her, irritating her with every word that came out of his mouth. He wanted to dance. He wanted her to come look at the art upstairs. He was heading to the bathroom, but he’d be right back. Finally, he disappeared into the crowd, no doubt to look for a girl who wasn’t such a bummer in this sea of sadness. Maria couldn’t blame him, but she also didn’t mind. She was finally at the end of her gin and tonic and was thinking about cutting her losses and calling it a night.
As Maria patted herself down, looking for her coat check number, someone settled at the table next to her. For a minute, she thought it was guitar boy, back and begging to be ignored. Instead, the woman she saw at her side gave her pause.
(end of sample)