New Release! Feeling Brave: A Swingers Story

 

It’s out! My newest erotica eBook is available: Feeling Brave: A Swingers Story.

 

Check out the summary:

Another woman’s husband is forbidden fruit.

Emma’s husband Dennis is a little too passive sometimes. He’s often asking her what he should buy at the store or what she’d like to do. She often wishes he’d take the lead and show her who’s in charge.

If only he could be more like Eli, a muscular man with definition in all the right places. The only problem is he’s married to Tammy, a petite woman who looks small in his arms. That, and Eli is Dennis’s old college friend. Fantasizing over her husband’s old friend is forbidden…right?

But when Eli invites Dennis and Emma to their cabin in the woods, it opens up a door of opportunity that Emma never sees coming. It allows them the chance to get to know Eli–and Tammy–a whole lot better.

If you enjoy flirty, swinging couples exploring each other for the first time, you’ll love Feeling Brave.

 

Here’s where you can find it for only $0.99:

I want to give a huge thanks to everyone on my Launch Team, who are invaluable for their feedback. And of course, thank you to my readers for all your support. I owe everything to my readers and their continual patronage.

If you’d like, read below for a sample of the story.


 

Feeling Brave: A Swingers Story

(sample)

When Emma glanced at her watch, it brought a smile to her face. With the day now fifteen minutes away from being over, she was ready to spring from her cubicle and head home.

  Her phone rang, causing her to panic. She crossed her fingers, hoping it wasn’t her boss with something that might keep her. “This is Emma,” she answered.

  “Hey, honey, I’m at the liquor store. What kind of wine should I get for dinner tonight?”

  She sighed. “I don’t know, Dennis. Get whatever you think is best.”

  “But I’m not sure,” he said. “I always pick the wrong one.”

  “Hey, remember that costume party we went to when you dressed up as a lumberjack?”

  He chuckled into the phone. “How could I forget? That was the last time…you know.”

  “That’s right. Such a long time ago.” She drifted into the memories of that day and the way she got swept away by the fantasy of her husband clad in manly clothes, sporting a beard and a hatchet. “Remember how turned on you got me?”

  “Yep. We could barely wait to get home.”

  “So why do you think I got so turned on?”

  “I don’t know. I guess you just had a thing for flannel shirts.”

  “Sort of. Mainly the character you became when you wore it. You know, the rough, manly fellow who just took what he wanted in life. He didn’t have to call his wife from the liquor store to ask what to get. He just acted.”

  He paused, probably reading more labels. “Yeah, it’s too bad those type of parties don’t come up very often. So…about the wine?”

  She rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Let’s go with the red one from California we had a few weeks ago.”

  “Great, I’ll see you later.”

  “One more thing.”

  “Sure, what is it?”

  “I’m deciding what to wear tonight, and I wasn’t sure if I should go with the red stockings or the white ones. Which would be sexier for you?”

  “Either is fine. I don’t have a preference.”

  She didn’t know why she tried anymore. “Okay, I’ll see you later.”

* * *

Emma got home about an hour before her husband, giving her time to shoehorn her body into some sexy lingerie and a pair of high heels. She undid her hair, letting it fall across her shoulders. As she heard the front door open, she took a final glance at herself. Even Dennis can’t ruin this, she thought.

(end of sample)


 

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