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A bad boy wrapped in a sexy, muscled, grown-up package might be worth a little risk…
Molly Webster has always followed the rules. After an ugly scandal tore apart her childhood and made her the focus of the media’s harsh spotlight, she vowed to live an ordinary life. No fame. No impropriety. No pain. Then she meets Zachary Fox, a tattooed bad boy rocker with a voice like whiskey and sin, and a touch that could become an addiction.
A one-night stand with the hottest rock star on the planet, that’s all it was meant to be…
Fox promises scorching heat and dangerous pleasure, coaxing Molly to extend their one-night stand into a one-month fling. After that, he’ll be gone forever, his life never again intersecting with her own. Sex and sin and sensual indulgence, all with an expiration date. No ties, no regrets. Too late, Molly realizes it isn’t only her body that’s become addicted to Fox, but her heart…
NEW YORK TIMES AND USA Today bestselling author of the Psy-Changeling and Guild Hunter series Nalini Singh usually writes about hot shapeshifters and dangerous angels. This time around, she decided to write about a hot and wickedly tempting rock star. If you’re seeing a theme here, you’re not wrong.
Nalini lives and works in beautiful New Zealand, and is passionate about writing. If you’d like to explore her other books, you can find lots of excerpts on her website. Slave to Sensation is the first book in the Psy-Changeling series, while Angels’ Blood is the first book in the Guild Hunter series. Once Rock Addiction is out, swing by the site to check out the special behind-the-scenes page, complete with photos of many of the locations used in the book.
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Synopsis
Four years have passed since I left home, my parents, and my brother Asher behind – since I shut out my past. And Erin. Four years since I last saw her, since I heard her voice and held her in my arms. I’ve spent my time forging a path from woman to woman, from bed to bed; trying to find an answer. But I think I’ve lost my way. There’s no light at the end of the dark.
No big surprise. I carry the dark inside me. I’m a bastard – branded as such from the start. I never give my phone number and address; I take my pleasure and don’t come back for seconds. No commitments; no promises and no happy endings. Yeah, I’m a bastard down to the bone and I don’t give a damn.
But now I’m back in my birth town, the town I fled at eighteen – back to make amends to the brother I abandoned and watch from afar the only girl I’ve ever wanted. Hope isn’t a currency I can afford; I learned that lesson long ago. Yet when she looks at me and says my name, I can’t help but hope.
This is book 2 in the Inked Brotherhood series which started with Asher. It is a stand-alone work. No cliffhanger.
Review
Tyler is the 2nd book of the Inked Brotherhood Series and I would highly recommend reading Asher before starting Tyler. We were introduced to Tyler in book 1. Drawing you in from the very beginning, Jo Raven, captures the curiosity of the readers and takes you into the lives of this dark character. Tyler Grayson is a victim of child abuse. His father would beat him senseless and he has the scars to prove it. Falling in love with Erin brought him life. Young love with mature issues, had Tyler leave his world behind. Secrets and lies endangered his life and substance abuse becomes a means of distraction. Can Erin and Tyler find their peace with and trust one another?
Jo Raven has a way of bringing these characters and their stories to life. When I read the history of Tyler, I had to look away like it was I witnessed it right in front of me. There are dark demons with Tyler and add the element of loneliness spells disaster. As a mother, I couldn’t image such darkness. It just tugged at my heartstrings. But where there is darkness, there is light, and that was Erin for Tyler. I am a sucker for young love, just can’t get enough of it and root for the characters. The communication skills and honesty were hit and miss with these two. Sometime I just wanted them to spit it out already, lol but that’s what is a recipe for angst in a story 🙂
Substance abuse is evident. Tyler was introduced to the substance abuse when he left Madison. But when trouble stuck his brother Asher, he wanted to become clean. Driven by guilt, Tyler tries to do his all to reconnect with his brother. But before he can fix his relationship with his brother, he needs to fix himself.
I am very intrigued by the stories of these boys. We get a few more glimpses of the character Zane. His character is similar to a father figure, he can read these tortured souls and offer his assistance. Rafe is another member of the brotherhood and he offers wisdom to Tyler as needed. The bond of this brotherhood is beautiful. I hope to continue to read more of this series. 3.5 smooches for Tyler by Jo Raven.
Sarah
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Synopsis:
Although this is part of a series, it can be read as a STANDALONE.
Who would you become if you lost the only person who ever mattered?
For twenty-six year old Dylan Hopkins, the answer is easy. He’s become no one. Memories of the happier times are all he has left as he finds himself meandering numbly through his now dull life. Though he cares about his work and family dearly, he’s yet to let himself find love again. Afraid of letting go of what he once had, Dylan chooses to keep his heart buried, where it belongs, having died a long time ago.
Conner Michelson is about to change everything Dylan knows. He’s every bit the bad boy persona – tatted up, ex-MMA fighter, but after an injury leaves him unable to fight, he has to rethink his goals. Having just opened his own gym, Conner can cross his first major life accomplishment off his very short list. Next up: find a man he can settle down with and build a family. Seems simple enough – a dream most people have, but when he meets Dylan, his carefree, easy-going life is thrown into a tailspin.
Determined to keep Dylan in his life, Conner vows to resurrect Dylan’s long ago buried heart and let love live once more.

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Aug 15


Amber Watson thought she knew what she wanted in life – a house that didn’t have creaky stairs and leaky taps; a home with the perfect guy and an undying love that stole her breath away.
Between her boyfriend, Connor, and her best friend, Ethan, she thought she had the perfect life and the perfect future only a heartbeat away.
That is until abandonment and need begin to overwhelm her.
When Connor takes a job in London, Amber finds herself slipping at his lack of contact and the uneasy feeling that he’s hiding more from her than he says.
With the help of Ethan she not only finds herself, but finds the flame she has always held for her best friend coming to life.
Amber never expected to fall into a love triangle, but soon finds herself in a fight between her love for Connor, and the undying love she has for Ethan.
What happens when Connor’s little secret is found out, Ethan’s secret leaves Amber abandoned once again, and Amber’s secret eats away at her?

Waking with a jolt, Amber lay with her heart racing, trying to make an escape from its caged captivity. She felt a hand run around her side; it had been so long since she felt anything remotely close to it and she had woken terrified for a moment.
The moment she saw Ethan sound asleep before her, she smiled sleepily, loving the sight of him. She wanted it to be like this forever. She wanted to always wake up to this sight, to always feel this adorned in love. The feeling of impending doom was slowly building in her and she panicked that this moment wouldn’t last long.
Swallowing hard, she squashed that notion and revelled in the early morning sight before her. After last night, this was pure, unadulterated heaven bestowed upon her.
Reaching out to him, she had to touch him. She had to make sure this wasn’t a mirage, a beautiful hallucination as a result of one too many birthday cocktails. When her fingertips grazed across his soft cheek, she let out the breath she had been holding onto and felt her eyes water. It really happened. It finally happened and he was still here with her the morning after.
In the quietness, she drank in the sight of Ethan and didn’t move more than her arm. Pulling away from him, he mumbled something in his sleep and took his hand off of her side to grab her leaving hand. He kissed her knuckles and settled back into her slumber.
Amber sighed. How could this be any more perfect?
“Amber!” Connor’s voice floated up the stairs. His voice was followed by the slamming of the door, the house shaking in effect and shattering Amber’s blissful state along with it.
Feeling her eyes widen, Amber couldn’t believe Ethan continued to sleep. Well, they had sex a fair few times, but that didn’t mean anything. She was awake and watching the room close in on her as she heard the first creaky step of the stairs sound out. With just that noise, panic rose like bile in her throat. Fuck, she wasn’t in heaven anymore. This was rapidly turning into a massive mess. Shaking Ethan awake, she covered his mouth to shut him up, his eyes looking at her in horror and she shushed him.
“Connor’s out there,” she whispered barely audibly, the panic shining beautifully in her eyes. “I need to go to him. I’ll distract him so you can leave.” She looked at him sympathetically and kissed him on the lips purposefully. Her heart was sealed now. It was pumping a delightful beat in Ethan’s hands now. She just prayed he knew that. “I’m sorry. I will sort this.”
He watched her jump up, dress in her crinkled pyjamas and head for the door.
Turning back to him, she looked saddened suddenly. “I really do love you, Ethan.” It was all she said before leaving entirely and closing it behind her to keep his presence unknown to Connor. Taking the moment slowly, he could hear Connor getting closer to her, but Ethan dressed himself as quietly as possible. Ignoring the pounding of his own heart. He even tried to deny the feeling of his own wounds cracking open again across the surface of his heart. Once he was fully clothed he looked around for somewhere to hide. There was nowhere, and he knew he had one escape route and very little time.
Opening the window, Ethan clambered out, holding on tightly. As the door began to open he froze and he was glad he had as the conversation took a new turn and Connor stood blocking the gap with his back. Ethan held on as he listened to the conversation. He clung onto the windowsill allowing curiosity to grip him and ultimately weaken him.
“I can’t wait. I thought I could but I can’t,” Connor spoke up, releasing the door handle and reaching into his pocket. “Will you marry me, Amber Watson?” Connor’s voice resonated up the stairway and into every room in this house.
Ethan didn’t stand a chance to hear the response as his palms became slick with sweat and he lost his grip entirely. He fell from the terrace on the house and onto the bush below with a painful impact. As he lay there winded he didn’t know what hurt him more – his heart or his body.
Kirsty-Anne Still –
I used to be just another Fanfiction writer! That was until one person showed real interest in my work. And then another, and then another, until I had this whole group of people reviewing like crazy and wanting original work from me. I’d spent years writing for free online, I didn’t believe I had it in me to publish something!
But I’m glad I did!! I never imagined pushing my work and striving to reach my ultimate. I never imagined I’d be the girl who started The Viper Rooms! But who am I to deny the inspiration when it hits?
I love writing, it’s a lifeline. I love creating a world that others fall into. I love having the control to make a whole new world. It’s like a dependency, an addictive one. It’s one of the things I’m extremely proud of.
As much as I complain, I love the mini dialogues that go on in my head, the plotlines that attack me when I least expect them to. The ones that jump to life at the most inappropriate times and drive me totally crazy!!
For now I split my life between writing, dreaming, working, and volunteering with children.
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Bethan Cooper spends her days working 8 hours at a well-known restaurant and yawning – a lot.
But her vulnerability behind the uniform is her writing, having been obsessed with writing short stories and song lyrics from her teens, she has finally put pen to paper and started a novel.
She is married to the love of her life, who she met when she was seventeen.
So writing romance is a must for her, especially lots of kissing and people surrounded by love, as it is after all, the best human emotion.
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Aug 15


I took the envelope from her, my brows furrowed in confusion. I flipped it over and gasped, my name scrawled over the front of the thick envelope in Eli’s unmistakable handwriting. I stared at it for the longest time before looking down at Katherine. I wasn’t sure I should open it in front of her or not. I had no idea what I would find when I did.
“I don’t know what this is, Katherine. Believe me. I have no clue,” I said softly, shaking my head.
She nodded softly as she stood. She started to speak but then stopped, turning back to return to her bedroom to get ready to go. I flipped the envelope over in my hands, running my calloused finger over the handwriting.
“What the hell, Eli?” I whispered. “How in the hell?”
I slid my index finger beneath the flap of the large envelope, opening it. With shaking fingers I pulled the contents of the envelope free. Two additional envelopes appeared, along with a thick stick of folded papers. I turned the envelopes over, running my fingers over the lettering of Eli’s heavy handwriting.
One addressed to “My only child” and the other to “My beloved Katherine”. I started to call out to her but something made me hold back. Instead I unfolded the stack of papers, assuming it was a letter to me.
My suspicions were confirmed when I saw “William” scrawled across the top of the paper in Eli’s signature style. I looked up to see if Katherine was on her way back into the room. I only heard sounds coming from her bedroom so I tucked the other two envelopes in my suit jacket pocket and leaned back in the chair. I ran my hand through my hair, taking a deep breath before working my way through the letter.

Lorraine Britt is a fourth generation Native Texan who is also immensely proud of her Louisiana heritage and solid Southern roots. As an enthusiastic lover of the written word, inspiration struck Lorraine and she began to bubble over with her own ideas. Grasping hold of her lifelong dreams, it wasn’t long before she was putting pen to paper and letting her fingers fly over a keyboard to bring her own characters to life. When she isn’t busy scribbling notes for her next idea you might find her whipping up delicious creations in the kitchen or putting miles on her car on road trip adventures. Lorraine is equally passionate about music, movies and sports. You’ll no doubt find these familiar themes woven throughout her books. Lorraine and her family currently make their home in northeast Texas.


Aug 14

They say there is an exception to every rule… Jada Stanley is starting over, refusing to repeat her past mistakes. Everything is going great until she meets Cane Alexander. He is gorgeous, cocky, and everything she needs to avoid. Cane lives within a set of carefully constructed guidelines to ensure his life remains uncomplicated. When he sets his eyes on Jada, all of his rules are called into question. As their worlds become intertwined, they find it impossible to stay away from each other. Will they be able to maintain the rules they’ve created to protect their hearts? Or will they make an exception?
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Prologue
CANE
If I close my eyes, maybe she’ll disappear.
“That was amazing. So good, Cane.”
Maybe not.
The woman nestled against me, her hand draping across my body. She stroked my skin, the intimacy of the action curling my stomach.
I switched on the bedside lamp, letting my eyes adjust to the bright light. Glancing at the clock, I pushed her hand away.
It’s not too late. She can still go home.
Sitting up, I swung my legs over the side of the bed; my body groaned in response. I stretched my arms overhead in an attempt to work some life back into my exhausted muscles.
This girl was a decent choice for a last minute decision. Memories of her contorted in a variety of wicked ways, screaming my name, made my dick harden again.
“Do you want me to get us something to eat?” she asked.
Her nails grazed down my back and I moved out of her reach. Her touch, like her voice, was more annoying than I remembered it being a few hours earlier.
That’s because you just dumped a load.
I twisted around. Her blonde hair was spread across my pillows, black makeup smeared across her face. A part of me wanted to tell her she looked like hell, but a bigger part of me didn’t care enough to point it out. I just needed her gone.
She rolled onto her back, cheap perfume wafting through the air. She pulled the sheets tight around her body.
I’m going to have to do laundry. Hell, I’ll probably just have to burn the sheets to get rid of that smell.
“I was thinking I would grab us some hamburgers. I could pick up some things for breakfast while I’m out.”
I cringed at the implications saturating her voice. “You’re going to need to tone that shit down.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Look, I have things to do tonight.” Her face was familiar but her name—not so much.
“Oh, that’s fine. I can just wait here while you do what you need to do.” She flashed me her biggest smile and settled back into the sheets, looking way too comfortable in my bed.
“No. You’re going to need to get up, get dressed, and go home.” I massaged my temples with my fingertips, a migraine inching its way into my skull.
For fuck’s sake! Why isn’t this ever as easy as they make it out to be? Maybe I should get them to sign some shit, a ‘This is a Fuck and Only a Fuck’ disclaimer or something.
“I really have no plans for tomorrow, Cane.” She licked her lips, still swollen from moments before.
“We discussed this. We fuck. You leave. You know this.”
She had the nerve to look hurt.
“I didn’t think you were going to say that once we were done.”
“It was amazing. It is always amazing with me.” I flashed her a grin and literally watched her swoon.
That never gets old.
“Look, I don’t do this ‘sex and a sandwich’ thing, but that is not a newsflash.”
“But …”
“Why does it feel like we’ve been here before?” Frustration took over and I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself calm. All I needed was a hot little body to dump my stress into for a little while and I had made no illusions otherwise. She agreed to this before she followed me home.
Why does it have to be complicated now? I ran my fingers through my short blond hair, scrubbing my scalp in annoyance.
“When I was here a few months ago, we had lunch, too. Remember? We sat out on the patio.”
Remember her face. Do not triple dip this one.
“You don’t understand how this works.” I glanced at her reclining against my pillows and fought hard to not sound as brusque as I felt. “I have a bunch of shit to do. You really need to go.”
She sighed dramatically as she got up and found her jeans on the floor. I watched her ass jiggle as she pulled them on slowly, undoubtedly for my benefit.
It worked.
I had to restrain myself from grabbing her and fucking her one more time, just for good measure.
That is only going to make getting her out of here even harder and she simply isn’t good enough to waste any more time on.
Instead, I sat and enjoyed the show. She turned to face me as she pulled her shirt over her head, her eyes never leaving mine. She tucked her bra in her purse.
With a final glance over her shoulder, presumably to give me time to change my mind, she was gone.
And I was alone again—just the way I liked it.
Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own. The Exception is Adriana’s debut novel and will be released on September 18th. Adriana lives in the Midwest with her family. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. Her favorite things include sunshine, candy, and random quotes. Please contact Adriana at www.adrianalocke.com. She loves to hear from readers.
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Aug 14
Aleena Moore is content with her life. She has goals and dreams and an easy smile. She also has a secret she holds locked inside.
Jared Holt believes he doesn’t deserve to love or be loved. He destroys everything he touches. Haunted by the mistake that shattered his life, he’s fled from the memory of that pain.
Jared doesn’t know why he’s compelled to return, but finds himself drawn back to the place where it all began. The exact place where it ended. When he runs into his childhood best friend, Aleena’s older brother Christopher, he agrees to share Christopher and Aleena’s apartment while he looks for a place of his own.
Aleena is no longer the little girl Jared remembers from his past and evokes feelings in him he never wanted to feel again. Terrified of destroying her, he fights to keep her away. But her touch is something he can’t resist—the touch that sealed his fate.
Their pasts are intertwined and their futures uncertain. The only truths they know are the secrets they whisper in the night.
EXCERPT:
From the New York Times bestselling author of Come to Me Quietly comes a scorching new adult romance in the Closer to You series.
A second chance at life…
A second chance at love…
Jared Holt never thought he deserved either—until he found both in the arms of Aly Moore. Aly has loved Jared for as long as she can remember, and she’s more than ready for the future they’re making together. But Jared can’t help remembering his own family. And he’ll never forgive himself for what happened to them. How can he allow himself the very happiness he once destroyed?
To live a life worthy of Aly, Jared knows he has to stop running and finally put his past to rest. But when he decides to face his demons head on, he encounters more than he bargained for: a dangerous mix of jealousy, lies, and dishonest intentions. When those intentions threaten Aly, Jared loses all control, giving into the rage that earned him his bad boy reputation years before. And he’ll fight to protect her no matter what it costs…even if he destroys himself in the process.
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A.L. Jackson is the New York Times bestselling author of Take This Regret and Lost to You, as
well as other contemporary romance titles, including Come to Me Quietly, Come to Me Softly,
Pulled, When We Collide, and If Forever Comes.
She first found a love for writing during her days as a young mother and college student. She
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Years later, she shared a short story she’d been working on with her two closest friends and,
with their encouragement, this story became her first full length novel. A.L. now spends her days
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Aug 14
Alex
She gives me a look of warning as I leave the stage and head in her direction. Unlike the rest of the women on the front row, Sally’s the only one not trying to attract my attention and screaming at me to pick them. The look changes to one of resigned acceptance as I take her hand and she reluctantly follows me back to the stage.
There’s something about Sally that draws me to her. She’s real for a start, not like the plastic Barbie dolls that normally show up for our performances. Eric will be pissed that I’ve picked her; he wants us to go for the loud, raucous girls that add to our performance, not a quiet girl like Sally. As far as I know this is the first time she’s watched the performance from out front; she’s hidden backstage the other nights. Eric wanted her to experience the show the same way the audience do. Well now she’s going to get the full experience.
I guide her to the chair that’s front and center of the stage. She sits primly, knees drawn together. I make a show of taking off my grey silk tie, slowly. The audience goes wild for the tie. Eric says it reminds them of Christian Grey, not that I knew who he was before I choreographed this routine, but it always gets a reaction. I unbutton my white shirt, one button at a time, drawing it out and letting my shirt hang open. The audience screams at the sight of my barely revealed abs.
I ease the tie through my hands slowly, almost caressing it, before gently drawing it sensuously across her face. I cover her eyes with the tie, securing it loosely at the back of her head. Moving in front of her, my back to the audience, I pretend to thrust my groin into her face. At the same time I lower the shirt down my back, revealing my strong shoulders inch by inch. Once it’s off I ball it up, tossing it carelessly into the wings.
I turn to the audience, grinning and holding out the bottle of baby oil I just picked up. I make an elaborate show of the bottle and they scream in appreciation. I take one of Sally’s hands in mine. It fits perfectly. Turning her hand so it’s flat, palm up, I pour some of the oil into it, and then rub both her hands together. I move to stand in front of her, facing the audience, thrusting my groin at them. They scream. “Off. Off. Off.” They’re predictable after all. I take tiny steps backward until my legs are either side of Sally’s, and then slowly lower myself into her lap. The blindfold heightens her senses, she may not be able to see me but she can feel me. She still utters a little murmur of surprise as I hover just above her lap. I reach behind me for her hands, bringing them round the front of my chiseled abs, and slowly, oh so slowly, I use her hands to rub the baby oil onto my chest. The lights glisten on the oil, making my upper body appear even more toned. “Just imagine your hands are mine.” I whisper to her.
I do this performance nearly every night, I’ve had hundreds of women run their hands over me, but tonight something’s different. Shit. This is actually arousing me. Do I show her what she’s doing to me? I move her hands lower, slowly teasing the audience who encourage me with vulgar catcalls. “Get his cock out!” one girl screeches from the front row. The tempo of the music increases, becoming more sensual as I trace the V leading to the top of my waistband with her hands.
Eric allows us to decide just how far we go with this part of the act. Normally I stop here. Not tonight. I guide her hands to the belt buckle; she understands and releases the clasp. Next I guide her to draw the belt out, all our movements slow and sensual. I take the freed belt from her hand and throw it behind us on the stage. I reach for her hand again to release the button on my trousers. I hear the indrawn breath as she realizes this isn’t quite the regular performance; one hand being drawn inside my waistband as the other releases the zipper. I want to tell her to touch me, that my cock won’t bite her, but that kind of talk doesn’t seem right with Sally. She’s got too much class for that.
I use her hand to caress my length. Fuck. That feels so good through my boxers. I want this to be real, not an act. Her grip tightens gently, as much as I want to continue this, I can’t. The audience are egging her on, even more crude language spouting from their over glossed lips.
I stand quickly, startling Sally. Turning to face her I lower the waistband of my jeans an inch. On cue the screaming raises in volume. Another inch. Now they’re shouting for me to “get em off” and to “get your cock out” My trousers are level with my boxers now, and I lower them both, inch by slow, teasing inch, until half of my arse is on display. I move a few steps closer to Sally, my groin level with her face. I grind a few times, stopping a whisper away from her lips. Oh God. The thought of those lips caressing my cock. I draw in a deep breath, calming my wayward thoughts. I’m desperately trying to get my head back into that neutral zone I use for performances.
I torment the audience a little more, pulling my trousers back up. Snap. I release them instantly, tossing them aside, and the screaming grows even more raucous if that were possible. Still facing Sally I pick up a towel. Holding it in front of me with one hand, I lower my boxers with the other. They fall, pooled around my feet. The screaming continues.
I step closer to Sally, the towel the only thing between her and me right now. I take one hand, placing it on an arse cheek, then repeat the action with her other hand. She understands what’s needed and gently massages me. My cock gets even harder. At this point I’m supposed to thrust my towel-clad cock into her face. I can’t. That feels wrong with Sally. I grind my hips, simulating the thrust, all the time wishing I could feel those perfect lips caressing me. I try to bring my mental state down from highly aroused to stage aroused; yes there’s a difference.
I draw one of Sally’s hands round to my front, placing it on my cock, holding the towel in place. The shock always makes them pull their hand back, well normally. There was one over eager fan who had a good grope the other night before releasing the towel. Sally performs as expected, pulling back her hand and allowing the towel to fall. The audience noise level is through the roof. One more hip thrust to finish off the performance, then I dramatically release Sally’s blindfold. Her eyes go wide, and a smile lights up her face before she laughs out loud.
I turn to the audience; hands raised high, thrusting my hips towards them, along with my cock, still hidden in a Union Jack sock. I get a standing ovation.
I guide Sally back to her seat in the audience and thank her. The girls either side of her immediately begin calling her a lucky cow and asking what it was like. As I move back to the stage I don’t miss the look in her eyes. I’m in for a shit load of trouble after the show, that’s for sure.
You know what? It was totally worth it.

I’m a mother, but most of all I’m me!