| Author: | Kate Kendal | ISBN: | 1230000032757 |
| Publisher: | Kendal Northeast Press | Publication: | November 20, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Kate Kendal |
| ISBN: | 1230000032757 |
| Publisher: | Kendal Northeast Press |
| Publication: | November 20, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Hannah and Celia have been best friends forever, so naturally, they ended up as college roommates. When
Celia's family comes to stay for an exciting weekend, shy Hannah is invited along for the fun. When
Celia's older brother, professional athlete Matt, expresses his desire for Hannah's body, can she satisfy
his craving without ruining a meaningful friendship?
This erotic, mature tale is 4,500 words long and contains explicit sexual scenes.
EXCERPT
As I took my first sneaky steps, I froze. I had left my bedroom door open. In a panic, I dropped my towel
to reach out and close the door. I could just see over the arm of the couch. Matt's eyes were closed. One
of his arms rested behind his head.
"Thank God, he's asleep," I thought, feeling relieved.
As I began to slowly shut the door, I sensed movement just outside my vision. Was it Celia?
I scanned the bed, where Celia was asleep on her side, facing away toward the window.
I peeked out of the small crack of light shining through the door. I saw the movement this time. Dead on.
Straight ahead.
Midway down the green shroud of Matt's sleeping bag, a fist-sized lump was rising and falling at a slow,
steady pace. There was a tightening in his face, and a small groan broke free from his lips.
Hannah and Celia have been best friends forever, so naturally, they ended up as college roommates. When
Celia's family comes to stay for an exciting weekend, shy Hannah is invited along for the fun. When
Celia's older brother, professional athlete Matt, expresses his desire for Hannah's body, can she satisfy
his craving without ruining a meaningful friendship?
This erotic, mature tale is 4,500 words long and contains explicit sexual scenes.
EXCERPT
As I took my first sneaky steps, I froze. I had left my bedroom door open. In a panic, I dropped my towel
to reach out and close the door. I could just see over the arm of the couch. Matt's eyes were closed. One
of his arms rested behind his head.
"Thank God, he's asleep," I thought, feeling relieved.
As I began to slowly shut the door, I sensed movement just outside my vision. Was it Celia?
I scanned the bed, where Celia was asleep on her side, facing away toward the window.
I peeked out of the small crack of light shining through the door. I saw the movement this time. Dead on.
Straight ahead.
Midway down the green shroud of Matt's sleeping bag, a fist-sized lump was rising and falling at a slow,
steady pace. There was a tightening in his face, and a small groan broke free from his lips.
