Jared's Virginity
by JB Brooks
Publication Date: August 13, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica
Synopsis
Not all virgins are innocent. After the death of his twin, Jared’s life falls apart and it seems nothing can reach him. Then he spies a mysterious woman pleasuring herself and obsession replaces depression. Surprisingly she seems to enjoy his voyeurism but makes no move to take things further.Prodded on by a raging lust for the unattainable beauty, Jared devises a strategy to make her his. If he succeeds he will never be the same again…because the first time changes everything.
Inside Scoop: This story takes place twelve years before the events of Massage With Happy Ending. While the books can be enjoyed separately, to get the full story, reading both is recommended.
Excerpt:
At the far end of the oval there was a gate in the fence. It
had a chain and padlock holding it closed but the padlock was never snapped
shut, so Jared unhooked it, passed through and put the chain back. Then he
turned and followed the path.
He was in a green alley
between the backs of two rows of houses that bordered the school grounds. The
alley widened as he progressed along the path until it opened out into a
rectangular park. A tiny stream ran along the middle of the rectangle and the
whole area looked slightly unkempt. Jared loved it, with its droopy trees,
shaggy grass and the rattling clumps of reeds along the stream. The houses that
lined the park had doors in their back fences so that the residents could come
out to walk their dogs or watch their children play. Only the people who lived
there used it, so it was very private.
There was a bench under one
of the trees. As always Jared was drawn to it and went to sit down even though
he should have been hurrying home to beat the rain. At this hour of the
evening, with the threatening storm darkening the air, the park was empty. He
looked around and imagined for a few moments that he lived in one of the
pleasant houses that bordered the little green haven. It was so peaceful.
He sighed and slipped his hand
into his backpack, next to him on the seat. His fingers closed around his
notebook and he pulled it out. He flipped to the page that got him in trouble
earlier that morning.
Mr. Hadrian had caught him
dreaming and doodling in his math lesson. He studied the doodle. It was large
and intricate, done in black pen, and covered half a page. At first glance it
looked like a random mess of swirls and scribbles but concealed in the chaos
was a picture of a woman’s cunt.
He hadn’t intended to draw
it—not at all. The doodle had started out as a couple of ovals and some curved,
bracket-like lines around them, but then his imagination had been triggered. He
enlarged and embellished, adding extra lines to represent the clit and the
inner labia, scribbling in pubic hair and a little asterisk to represent the
puckered anus below. He drew streams of ejaculate dripping from the cunt’s lips
and then on a whimsy he sketched a rocket launcher and a rocket, complete with
flaring jets, aiming at the vaginal opening. He filled in the surrounding
spaces with random shapes and swirls.
Jared would have bet good
money that nobody else in the world would be able to discern what the picture
was—it was impossible to see it in the tumult of ink on the page. But when Mr.
Hadrian stopped next to his desk and looked down, the perverted bastard knew
what it was immediately. He marched Jared off to the principal’s office. Poor
Dr. Herbert was unconvinced—all he could see was a conglomeration of shapes and
squiggles—but Mr. Hadrian was insistent and Jared didn’t deny it, so detention
was meted out.
A single drop of rain
landed on his notebook with a heavy splash and the thunder rumbled but Jared
remained sitting on the bench. He tipped his head back, hoping to feel cool
raindrops on his face, but no more fell. The clouds weren’t ready to part with
their bounty yet.
It grew darker as he sat
under the tree, and lights blinked on in the surrounding houses.
When it was almost dark he
got up reluctantly, slung his pack over his shoulders and walked slowly toward
the far end of the park. The gradient sloped from right to left and on the low
side he could see over the fences into the gardens and houses. Through the
brightly lit windows he caught intriguing glimpses of rooms and people—mothers
preparing meals, kids doing their homework or watching TV, a man sitting behind
his computer at his desk—all getting on with their lives and oblivious to him
as he passed slowly by in the shadows outside.
Then he saw something that stopped him in his tracks. He was
peering through the branches of some trees into a bedroom, furnished in white
and lit with golden down lights. A wide bed was positioned against the opposite
wall so that the window framed it as if it were on stage. On the bed was a
naked woman. Her hair was loose, flowing off the side of the bed in a dark-red
wave, and her legs were spread wide.
Copyright © 2014 JB Brooks. All rights reserved, Ellora’s
Cave Publishing
Massage With Happy Ending
by JB Brooks
Publication Date: August 13, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica
Synopsis
Lolly doesn't regret her decision to impersonate a sex worker while researching a magazine article. But when she runs into her sexy “customer” again at an island resort, the situation gets too hot to handle.Jared likes his sex kinky and his women curvy. Left wanting more after his encounter with the Rubenesque Lolly, he makes her a scorching offer when he sees her again unexpectedly—four nights of BDSM sex and surprises for four thousand dollars.
Lolly wants to tell him the truth but fears he’ll rescind his offer if he finds out she’s not a professional.
But when business turns to more than pleasure, both end up with more than they bargained for.
Excerpt:
“So how does it feel to have your
bad-golfer-ass whipped?” I taunted.
“I don’t know. I always do the whipping.”
Given how he played I didn’t think he was talking about golf but I ignored his
innuendo.
“Not today!” I was pushing my luck and I
knew it.
“Would you care to bet on that?” he asked
softly.
“What do you have in mind?” I purred,
sliding into the cart and pressing up close to him. Arousal, never far when I
was around him, thumped through my veins and settled, hot and heavy, between my
legs. This wasn’t going to be about gambling for money and I was willing and
eager to play along. He started to drive.
“There are eight holes left to play. If
you beat me again on any one of them I’ll let you tie me to your bed and do
anything you like to me. You can even whip me if that’s what you want.”
My heart skittered and my mouth went dry
at the image that popped into my mind. His naked body, all glowing, golden
skin, spread-eagled on my white, Egyptian-cotton sheets. Broad leather
restraints with heavy buckles securing massive arms and legs that strained and
pulled—not from a wish to escape but from a maddening desire to get his hands
on me, to roll me beneath him and exact his revenge by dominating me in the
most primitive way possible…fucking me into submission.
“And if you beat me on all eight holes?”
His lips curved but the smile was
dangerous. “I get to tie you up, of course.”
Copyright
© 2014 JB Brooks. All rights reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing
About the Author
JB is an ex-South African and lives with her extended family in Queensland, Australia's sunshine state. She feels privileged to coexist, in relative peace and harmony, with her husband, daughter, parents, grandmother and two slightly crazy ex-racehorses. She loves to write - anytime, anywhere - and could not survive without the techno-gadgets which make this possible. JB is a firm believer in lust at first sight, and love ever after.
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