Saturday, September 2, 2017

Out now! Sinful Pleasures: An Anthology of Erotic Tales by Sinful Press @sinfulpress

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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Excerpt from “The Butterfly Waltz”
Sinful Pleasures

The phone rang and Michael’s muscles tensed. He stared into her pleading eyes for a moment, his hand hovering over the piece of plastic. “I’m really sorry, honey. I need to take this.” He pushed her off his lap and scooped the phone from the table, placing it to his ear. “Rob, talk to me.”
Amy stood, unmoving apart from the clenching and unclenching of her fists. Getting out of bed to work on the day he’d promised to her was bad enough, but to push her away as if she meant nothing…. What to do? Her mind spiralled. Earlier she’d been capable of walking away, but now she’d had a taste of what was missing and it tore into her heart like a dagger. She took a step back, reaching for the door handle, her eyes never leaving the back of his head.
You’re not seriously giving up are you?
Her hand faltered on the cold metal.
Who is more important, you or them?
I am, she told herself. He’s not going to do this. Come on, girl, you love a challenge. Amy moved around the chair into Michael’s line of sight. He placed a hand in the air, fingers splayed. No, five minutes wouldn’t do anymore. From now on, if Amy wanted attention, Amy would damn well get it.
Ignoring the hand gesture, she knelt in front of him, her hands deftly undoing his jeans. He stared down at her, eyes wide, his lips mouthing the word 'no' as she moved from button to button. He was hard already. His erection pushed against the faded denim and she rubbed her hand against him, letting her nails grate over the top of the taut fabric. A hissing sound escaped from his mouth and he scrunched his eyes closed at her touch. Placing a hand over the receiver, Michael whispered, “Please, don’t.”
“Stop? I wasn’t going to,” she replied, a smile playing across her face as she slid her fingers through the opening in the jeans and wrapped them around his shaft.

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